#i know her arm anatomy is broken

[fenteii]

gonna post any c!wil fanart with a fck wilbur tag

anyway! unfinished collab from a bit ago :) the imagine has a transparent background so.. feel free to put her anywhere you want?

[copinghex]

Blood hands | T.S

Summary: After killing someone for the first time, Tommy's wife has to deal with the emotional consequences of it. Luckily, he's there to look after her.

She was terrible in biology, never got more than a B, it didn't matter how hard she studied. Every exam period she went to the tiny, dusty Birmingham's library and took notes from the anatomy books. Nothing ever changed.

Analyzing the drawings, she tried to make sense out of them, the muscles, joints and bones, wrapped together in the masterwork of the human body. It just didn't make sense to her, the subject simply wouldn't get into her brain and honestly, it disgusted her too. She had no wish to see beneath someone's skin, aware the reality was much more bloodier and morbid than the books.

Less than ten years later, she did, but unlike she imagined, the bile didn't rise to her throat expressing the deep disgust. Her eyes opened widely, unable to move from the mess of what once must've been a beautiful body.

The curly golden locks hid the agent's frightened looks, gladly, because the murderer in the train station wouldn't bear to face the lack of life in her blue eyes. 

Blood ran down her nose, her hands shook and her left eye stung. The woman who a few ago held her in disadvantage, sticking a sharp nail into her orb, was reduced to nothing by the train's velocity. A push was all it took.

Then, her trance was interrupted by the sound of steps, she ran away like a child avoiding punishment, not many people dared to fuck with a gangster's fiancée, but the ones who did certainly would make her look much worse in the train tracks.

As she headed home, carrying her heels in hand so she could walk faster, another haunting thought crept into her mind, Tommy, the reason why she had blood in her hands. She was sure he'd be dead when she got home, with a bullet Billy Kimber would've put in his brain.

For a moment she considered not going anywhere, simply sitting down on someone's pavement so she wouldn't have to deal with anything. 

If she only could, she'd ask God to allow her man to be alive when she got home, she couldn't, asking Him to save a man like Tommy felt like blasphemy or a joke of poor taste. There was no salvation for the Small Heath's devil, at least not from divine sources.

Swallowing the bitter taste of uncertainty, she walked home with a heavy heart. However, much for her surprise, Tommy stood at the front door, his eyes slightly widened at her awful state. Her throat burnt with the urge to cry as she dropped her heels and wrapped her arms around him, he winced in pain from the bullet hole in his chest, nevertheless, allowed her to hold him.

His name poured from her lips in quiet, relieved whispers. His attentive eyes were quick to capture every irregularity in her figure, bruised knuckles, teary eyes and bare foot. He had never seen her so broken.

"I was coming to pick you up," he explained, "what happened? Where were you?" 

Lifting her head from his shoulder, her still shaky hands hesitated in cupping his cheeks, resting on his shoulders instead. She negatively nodded and peeked at the wound under his coat.

"You're alive, that's all that matters," 

"What happened to you?" he insisted.

"Tommy, please," she breathed out, caressing the length of his arms, "not now, not fucking now," 

His jaw tightened as he fought the urge of arguing, he hated to have things hidden from him, but knowing he'd eventually find out anyway, he obliged to her wish.

Gently, his thumb met the eyelid of her wounded eye, "That's fucking bad," 

"I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow, they'll give me something to get it better," she drawled, "now, tell me what happened," 

"...Danny whizz-bang is dead," was all Tommy deemed as relevant, guilt weighted heavily on the sergeant's voice, he was responsible for his soldiers' safety and he had failed Danny badly.

"Oh, darling," she muttered, "I'm so sorry," 

Looking away from her merciful eyes, he slightly nodded. Reaching for a cigarette from his silvery pack before saying, "We're at the Garrison now," 

"I'm not up for it, you can go back if you want," with a quick brush on his cheek, she entered home and in a quick decision, Tommy followed after, "I'll take a bath, then take a look at your bandages, who took the bullet out?" 

"Jeremiah," he drawled.

She nodded, glad someone gentle as the preacher looked after her husband when she wasn't able to. Heading to the bathroom, she only hoped the hot water would wash away the weight on her shoulders.

-

Rubbing her hands together, she watched the quiet street through the window, every now and then a lonely citizen walked past and this was all keeping her from dissociating.

The bath wasn't of great help, the relaxation it brought also lowered the adrenaline, making her muscles and wounds ache. A knot tightened on her throat as she tried to convince herself everything was fine. Everything was fine, Tommy was alive, no one was after them anymore, nothing else mattered, nothing.

The door suddenly opened, making her jump. Tommy entered the bedroom with a towel on his shoulder, his bare torso was still wet from his bath and he moved slowly, careful to not get his injury bleeding.

Attentively, she noticed his mind was far away from there, a pout decorated his lips and his brow was tense. Eager to sooth his worries, she whistled the stereotypical catcalling sound. 

"Hello, handsome," she weakly smiled.

Lifting his eyes, a nearly nonexistent smile crept into his face, "Quit that," 

She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Do you come here often?" 

"In my bedroom?" he chuckled, "Yeah, quite often," 

She took advantage of his momentarily good humor to take a look at his wound. Before she could avoid it her eyes got filled with tears, she had nearly lost him today, not all the killing she was able to commit would've brought him back if she'd done so, he'd be gone, simple as that.

"D'you want to tell me what happened now?" Tommy cupped her face, trying to distract her.

"...I love you, Tom," was all she was able to mutter.

"I know, and I love you," 

Slightly nodding, she sighed, "What now?" 

"Well, I-" he hesitated, "I thought of opening a club in London," 

"About Danny," she sat at the end of the bed, "what about his family?" 

"We'll help them, financially," Tommy explained.

"Get his children a job?" 

"No, no more business for the Owens," he sighed, "they'll be normal, his children will never know why he died," 

Hearing his words, her throat tightened, a heavy feeling settled in her chest. Did the woman she killed had children? When she first got into the Garrison Tommy found out she did, but that was before they ever suspected she was a copper, how much of everything she said was lies? How would her child react to knowing its mother was dead on train tracks? 

Tommy watched his fiancée's state with pity in his eyes, he hated her stubbornness at the same time he was well aware of how much they were alike. Both closed off before trouble, hating to burden the other with issues they deemed personal. 

"You know, eventually you'll have to tell me what happened,"

Her watery eyes met his and she pulled him to stand between her legs, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on the soft skin of his stomach.

Gently, he petted her hair away from her face and his rough fingers on her face brought some relief, still, she felt like a wounded beast. A wounded beast is still a beast and she'd forever be a murderer regardless of Tommy's acceptance.

"Tell me, eh?" he whispered.

"Tommy, I-" before she could answer, three knocks on the door interrupted.

Arthur entered the bedroom with a worried expression, "Tommy, hm, I just wanted to tell you we found the body of that barmaid in the train tracks, Johnny Dogs wants to know if he should get rid of it," 

She froze, eyes widened at the news, she was so deep into her own guilt she didn't even think about the further consequences.

Tommy switched a look between her and his brother, with a slight nod, he ordered, "Get rid of it," 

Small Heath had another murderer to call resident, there was no way of hiding it now.

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> jung wooyoung x reader x choi san warning(s) -> smut, panty kink, threesome, collar kink, marking, unprotected sex hybrid anatomy ( knotting ), etc words -> 1.4K

abstract -> Wooyoung has been keeping you to himself making San annoyed.

y/n's perspective

“You’ve been hogging her!”  “I’m in heat!!”  “I wasn’t like this in my heat!”  “Yes, you were!!” 

The two have been fighting for an hour now. Wooyoung’s preheat and now actually on his heat has been clingy and needier than San was. 

San now feeling left out wants attention but… the two aren’t as good at sharing as I thought.

“y/nn-ie he’s been mean!” Wooyoung said as he collapsed into my arms as I cradled him while on the couch. 

“You can’t be serious! Wooyoung we aren’t finished!” San yelled and the fox scoffed. “Yes we are '' he said and my panther was now beyond irritated.

“He’s so insufferable, at this point a heat hotel would be a better option for him,” he said and Wooyoung growled. 

He never growls…

“What? You should have someone else put up with your bratty behavior” San said and Wooyoung scoffed. He lifted up a little to face the panther and glared. 

“Why should I go to a heated hotel? She’s my mate now isn’t she?” He threatened and San scoffed. “She was mine first” San challenged and Wooyoung stood up

“What? Are you gonna fight me?” San mocked and Wooyoung actually tackled San… or tried to when he grabbed his collar but…

“Oops…” he said and I actually saw his genuine expression. He held a broken collar in his hands now. 

The two stopped fighting to now face me… I smiled softly and took it in my hands. 

“Are you guys done fighting?” I asked and they looked away from each other. Almost like how children would. after being caught 

“He broke my collar…” Wooyoung muttered and I could see his expression. He was upset that San broke it… but he didn’t lash out at him.

“We can get it fixed,” I said and he sighed. “I’m sorry” San apologized and Wooyoung scoffed. “Here you can wear mine if you want?” He offered and Wooyoung still didn’t budge. 

“I know you guys are both mated to me… but the both of you seemed to agree despite sharing me,” I said and they sighed. 

“But it’s been almost two weeks since you’ve spent time with me…” San said and I smiled softly and held his hand as he was looking down at me. 

“But… I just want my time with her” Wooyoung muttered. “And I get it… but stop being a brat” San said and they sighed. 

“I get it we have to share her” Wooyoung muttered and San chuckled. “And why don’t we?” He asked and Wooyoung looked at him and knew what he was talking about. I was still confused, however…

“Come on, kitty. You need to be fair to both your mates” 

no one's perspective 

“Our pretty little mate~ If only you’d stop hogging her” San teased Wooyoung who scoffed. Wooyoung hugged his mate whilst San only stared at the two. He was still holding the collar when he had an idea…

“My pretty little kitty, don’t you think Wooyoung?” he asked the fox as he put the beige jeweled collar on y/n’s neck, it could barely close as the clasp was broken but laid on her neck. 

“We own you~” San playfully teased with a smirk as he now gripped your jaw to kiss you roughly. It was messy as San made sure he was the one in charge. You did feel a pair of hands now grip your hips as you felt claws rip through your close making you whine out. 

“Yah, Wooyoung you have to be gentle with her” he mocked and Wooyoung was slowly getting annoyed with the panther telling him what to do. The two now moved at the edge of your feet, San made his move to pull down your pants revealing your panties which made a certain pervert hornier. 

“Panty thief,” San teased causing Wooyoung to look away embarrassed, getting red in his cheeks.

“No need to be ashamed–” he said while petting his ears causing the younger to moan “–oh? I forgot you foxes have sensitive ears~” he said as Wooyoung moaned out in the pleasure of San touching such a sensitive area on his ears. 

“Go on, don’t forget who we're here for,” he said as he forced his down face to face with your clothed cunt. Embarrassed, you tried to close your legs which Wooyoung didn’t let you. Instead, he kissed your clit through your panties.

“So desperate he didn’t even pull them aside”  San commented as you tried to muffle out your whines from Wooyoung’s desperate attempt to taste you through your panties. San now ripped your shirt to reveal your bare chest. “Wah! You horny bastard, why'd you mark her” San scolded Wooyoung to see the result of a week of heat for the fox. Everything was getting overwhelming…

San now made his own marks while even playfully biting you, whilst Wooyoung was getting you really close to cumming. Your moans only get louder when you finally do. 

San chuckled as he pulled Wooyoung off you. 

“You look just as desperate as I thought you would. I’m surprised you haven't came in your pants yet” he teased and Wooyoung could only whine. San ripped your panties to reveal how wet you were.

“Move,” San said to Wooyoung who defied him only to lose. San now revealed himself and allied himself with your pussy. You were dripping but they didn’t prep you making it sting slightly as he pushed himself in bottoming out. 

Wooyoung not being able to stand the tight feeling in his pants as he starts jerking off at the sight and sound of your moans. When San was in heat, he did the same but he didn't get to see your face contorted in pleasure nor was he practically able to taste you in the air. 

San chased his own high as you clench around him, both of you getting closer and closer to cumming, and when you did you triggered his making him cum inside you as he leaned down to kiss you as you both rode out your highs. When he pulled away he was how pretty you really looked. 

Marked, bare for them, and filled with his cum. The cherry on top was the collar around your neck. He looked down to his side to see Wooyoung jerking off.

He pulled out to slap your clit with his cock a bit before laughing at Wooyoung. “Do you still want her after I've already had her?” he teased, causing the younger to laugh as well. “I’ll always want her,” he said as he switched positions. You were barely able to catch your breath when Wooyoung entered you. It was easier since San’s cum made it easy as well as San stretching out. 

San while he made sure to fuck you hard and slow, Wooyoung was messier and desperate for his own high. Wooyoung leaned down to make more marks and kiss your chest. One hand however made his way to your neck where his collar resided. He looked up to smile deviously. “You– really do look pretty! My collar suits you, ynnie~” he said as he played with the collar around your throat feeling how fast your heartbeat went made him only more desperate to cum. 

You moaned at the familiar feeling of being tied up with him, making him collapse on you as you both panted out of breath. “I forgot you were a canine of sorts…” San muttered at the sight of you two tied together.

“Shut up, stupid cat,” Wooyoung said out of breath while you whined at the feeling of his cum still filling you up. “Wah…so pretty,” San said gaining Wooyoung’s attention as they both looked at you. 

“I wonder how sensitive you are right now,” San said as he reached to your clit you moaned out now feeling overstimulated. With three orgasms and them continuing to tease you, it was starting to feel too much. 

“What a pretty little pet, right Wooyoung?” San asked and Wooyoung laughed as he wagged his tail even moving his cok while doing it only making them tease you more. 

“We should get you a cute little collar? Our lovely pretty little pet~”

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[uniquedinosaurdreamland]

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

Hi everyone, this is my first post on here so I really hope you like it and give me some requests please 💛

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

🌼

It was very rare to be home before your girlfriends got back from training when you were called in for shifts. Being a paramedic in Barcelona meant that when you were on call it was for long hours though the whole night or the whole day. Growing up in London, England, you were immediately drawn to human anatomy and seeing the work paramedics drew you to the adrenaline filled job.

You first met Mapi and Ingrid about a year and a half ago when you were visiting your childhood best friend Keira Walsh when she first moved to Barcelona. Unlike the midfielder you knew Spanish very well from taking it in your GCSEs, and on a night out with Keira’s new teammates you had spent pretty much the whole time speaking to the couple who had taken an interest in hearing about you and what you do for work.

Fast forward about a year of dating the two women. You couldn’t be happier, going through long distance for the first couple of months until you secured a position as an EMT in the busy city and there was never a dull moment.

In the early morning you had left the house before either of your lovers were up, saying a quiet goodbye before leaving to start your predicted twelve hour shift. You drove around with your partner Gabe who had grown up in the city, no major calls starting out making it pretty easy. Though every single time the Q word came up what happened after would never be good.

“Quiet today.” Gabe said causing you to groan as not even a second later you were called to a car accident with multiple vehicles and injured people.

“Idiota.” You said as you turned the ambulance around to the place of the accident. Getting to the scene you were immediately pulled to work taking note of the multiple emergency personnel and blood and bodies scattered around the road with people trying to aid.

It took a long time to calm down the chaos, working on multiple patients that needed to get to the hospital quickly. You worked purely off adrenaline, split from Gabe as you worked on a five year old girl who had pain in her chest and a broken arm. It seemed like the driver of a truck had gone out of control going down a busy highway taking out a lot of cars on the way.

You were used to traumatic calls, you had time to think about everything later but in the moment you had to save the patients that were still alive. After a couple more hours and dropping off patients at the hospital you and Gabe were driving through the streets. The two of you didn’t talk as images flashed through your brain.

The memories of patients some it which you could save but others where people were to far gone to save.

“Podemos traernos del turno? No podemos continuar.” (Can we brought of the shift? We can't continue.) Gabe said to the emergency base knowing that both you and himself were not mentally okay to continue the shift.

Once you got back to the Ambulance base you said goodbye to Gabe and headed back to your apartment, you were called off five hours before your shift was to end and now had the whole apartment to yourself as your two girlfriends were still at training. You made sure to send a quick text to them both telling them what had happened and how you were going to shower and sleep once you got back, knowing they probably wouldn’t see it for another couple of hours.

Unlocking your front door, putting your bags down and heading straight to the shower to scrub the dried blood and sweat off your body from the day. After twenty minutes you were out and dressed in one of Ingrid’s shirts and a pair of Mapi’s old Barcelona shorts, climbing into bed under the covers and immediately falling asleep.

…

Mapi read your text once she pulled her phone out of bag after training, eyebrows furrowed as she read what had happened showing Ingrid who looked over her shoulder. The two quickly showered trying to get home to you as quick as they could, saying goodbye to their teammates before driving to their apartment.

The two women's eyes softened as they landed on your sleeping form snuggled into the covers. Ingrid grabbed your uniform that was on the bathroom floor, taking it to wash while Mapi walked over to your sleeping form. “Hola mi amor.” Mapi whispered, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

Mapi smiled gently as you cuddled into her side, still half asleep. Ingrid came in not long after immediately hoping on the other side of you and wrapping her arm around your waist. At this point you were just pretending to be asleep wanting to stay like this forever with your two favourite people.

“We know you're awake.” Ingrid whispered into your ear, causing shivers to run up your spine.

“Leave me be.” You muttered back burying your head further in Mapi’s side, the two women laughing lightly choosing to just let your rest. Mapi moved from her sitting position of the bed to move further down making sure to settle your head into a comfy position on her chest, taking her other lover's hand resting them over your waist.

Ingrid stayed awake scrolling through her phone as you and Mapi fell asleep once again, the warmth taking over. An hour and a half passed and soon dinner time was fast approaching and Ingrid needed to know what you guys wanted. “Min elsker tid til å stå opp.” (My loves time to get up.) Mapi woke up as soon as she heard Ingrid’s voice but like always you stayed asleep.

“Just leave her.” Mapi said, looking at Ingrid.

“I need to know what she wants for dinner.” Ingrid said, sending a pointed look to the defender.

“You know she’ll eat anything you make.” Mapi said as she manoeuvred herself from under you to enter the kitchen, pressing a sweet kiss to Ingrid’s cheek as they started to get dinner ready for the three of you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were brought from your nap by the feeling of being alone in bed, and you were right as you noticed that neither of your lovers were next to you and both sides were cold. Grabbing your phone from the bedside table you saw a message from Keira and others notifications from other apps, moving to respond to your best friend planning some breakfast plans for the two of you.

Walking out of the shared bedroom your senses were met with an amazing aroma of fresh food and your two beautiful girlfriends standing in the kitchen making the food (Mapi messing around more than helping). “Morning sleeping beauty.” Mapi teased, smiling brightly as she realised you had woken up from your nap.

“You're so funny.” You joked back, teasing her even more by dodging her kiss to land on your cheek instead of your lips.

“Oi.” Mapi yelled, grabbing both of your cheeks and pulling her lips to meet yours, giggling into the kiss as she poked at your sides.

You took your seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen island, each of you talking about your day. Not long later Ingrid had finished dinner asking you to set the table, quickly complying so you could eat the perfectly prepared meal. Eating in comfortable silence, with conversations flowing around every so often.

Since Ingrid cooked it was either Mapi or you cleaning up and of course it was decided by a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. “Suck on that loser.” You laughed as you showed scissors while Mapi had paper.

“No best of three-” Mapi tried to argue.

“Elskling.” Ingrid said looking up from her phone, knowing that Mapi had suggested whoever won first had to do the washing up, shutting your idea down of best of three. Mapi pouted as you pressed a light kiss on her cheek before moving to snuggle into your other girlfriend who was waiting with her arms open.

Ingrid was very used to her girlfriends' childish fights, always there to diffuse them, but secretly she loved seeing either you or Mapi’s pouts when you were told off. It took Mapi ten minutes to clean up so soon enough she was back in the living room jumping onto the couch taking you and Ingrid by surprise.

Ingrid had settled herself with her book with you tucked under her arm with your back resting against her side, Mapi slotted herself in between your legs resting her head on your stomach while also grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers into her hair. Love Island was on so that was playing on the TV. Neither one of your girlfriends liked the show but couldn’t bring themselves to tell you to turn it off due to how much it made you laugh and just how much you enjoyed it.

Your giggles were heard through the room, Ingrid smiling to herself at how happy you were and Mapi finding comfort in your joy as your fingers continued to comb through her hair and glide over her tattoos. You would never grow tired of the warmth Mapi and Ingrid gave you and their ability to make any day 100% better. 

[abilouwrites]

I KNOW YOURE WORN AND EXHAUSTED

THIS IS ALL, THIS IS LOST ON YOU

(Aged up!!) I’ve been cooking this up for so looonngg

I love my life, I have a husband who loves me, a toddler who seems to be developing faster than might be good for her and a job that keeps me on my toes and pays me well. But it’s a job that keeps me away, a job I wasn’t willing to give up when I got pregnant. Katsuki had the option, paid maternity leave for a whole two years.

A thing I encouraged him to take, and though I believed he wished I was the one to stay and become a house wife but my career as a neurosurgeon doesn’t wait. There is no waiting while my tools are in the brain of another living breathing human.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t take more time at home? Is that too hard to ask?” He questions, it’s two in the morning. A reckless drive home under my exhausted worn eyes, “I come home when I need to. Why is it so hard for you”

“Because I’m saving the lives of people! People you can’t protect. Y’know today. I saved the life of a five year old girl who was going blind because of a tumor pressed against her optic nerve. That’s what I did today” I toss my purse onto the table and slip off my shoes.

“Suki took her first steps today. You wanna know what you missed? You missed our baby walking. That’s what you missed today.” He announces, “you don’t know how to quit. You can’t give in. You’re so obsessed with being the best you’ve given up everything that should be important to you”

His remark makes me laugh, “you realize that’s who you were when we first met. You were so power hungry for number one you pushed me aside. You forgot my birthday. Twice because you were so driven for that spot” I chastise, pushing my arms out of my jacket and dumping it on the couch.

His expression softens before he murmurs, “I will never understand you” so quiet I can barely hear it, so soft I only see his lips part slightly. But I know the words. I’ve heard them so often in my life I’ve grown accustomed to it.

It hurts my heart, but I feel the same as I did in my anatomy classes. Alone with a scalpel. Slowly opening a chest. I feel so alone, the one person I felt like I should’ve been able to talk to. Doesn’t understand what I do.

He doesn’t utter me a quick and heartless apology as he usually does when I go to bed. The bed is cold when I’m out of the shower, no body. No soul stuffed into our king sized bed.

I wear my own baggy shirts to bed, not my husbands, not anymore. He doesn’t even feel like my husband anymore. All I want is to talk about my day with him and have him understand that I love my job and my family and that I want to do both. All I’ve desired at the end of the day is to curl into bed with him, wrap my arms around him and kiss him and tell him that I saved a life today. To have him praise and appreciate me. There is no more of the sweetful bliss we used to share.

“Are you going to bed?” He asks, pulling the tucked covers and slowly sliding in.

I hum a little, staring at his back. Littered with scars and divots where skin was ripped and stitched back together. I want to talk to him, talk about everything, “did Suki go down well?” I ask as he rolls over to face me.

“Yeah. She misses you” he’s sorrowful and a little mournful when he confesses, “I miss you. I miss us”

Guilt doesn’t subside as his hands reach for my hips, a habit we’ve never broken. Throughout our fights and bickers we end our nights in a sweet embrace.

I want to apologize, but I can’t. I cant bring myself to apologize for something I love, “let’s just sleep” I can’t bring myself to face the situation I think I’ve caused myself. I close my eyes and I wonder if maybe I could’ve been happy being a housewife. If in maybe another life I wouldn’t stay in this marriage that sucks the life out of me.

“Oh. Ok, goodnight, I love you”

“I know”

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Meelie, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

[five-bi-five-mind]

Too Soft

Fandom: Station 19/Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Carina DeLuca x female!reader

Genre: Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Smut

Words: 6.3k+

Summary: Carina is not coping well with the loss of her brother. She’s barely sleeping or eating and she refuses to let you comfort her. All she wants is some sense of control to come back into her life and all you can think is to offer her whatever she needs, no matter what that sense of control may look like.

Warnings: talk of grief; loss of family member; mention of canon character death; rough sex; semi-angry sex; fingering (r receiving); biting; marking; multiple orgasms; overstimulation

A/N: I do not know where this even came from but uh… here y’all go. Idk honestly how I feel about this one lol

This was a new dynamic. Never had you not been soft with each other. Ever since you met, that’s how your relationship went. It’s what you both needed, you were a trauma nurse and she was an OB. Two different things in a sense, sure, but both of you often saw hard situations. Not every patient was a breeze, there was so much struggle, so much loss, even in both cases.

So when you two met you needed softness and she gave it to you. She needed softness too, after all. So your love was gentle and tender. It always had been from the start. The way you both fell in love was fast, but in so many ways you two also took your time. Carina cherished you in every single moment she spent with you and you tried to reciprocate that. With every touch, you could see just how much appreciation she had for every single part of you and with every kiss, you tried to show her just how all-encompassing your love for her was. 

In the year and a half that you two had been together, that feeling was consistent between the two of you. There were hard days, just like everyone else, but you two would talk through it and fall into bed in each other’s arms by the end of every evening. But when things suddenly changed for Carina, you were floundering. 

It was all so sudden. A whirlwind incident that ended in unexpected tragedy for your girlfriend. Carina lost her brother and as a result, you had somehow lost her. She stayed with you, it wasn’t that you physically lost her. It was just that she had suddenly become so emotionally shut off. Although, as she skulked around the apartment looking half alive, you sometimes felt like you lost her physically too. But, for the most part, it was on an emotional level that Carina was just… absent. 

You didn’t expect her to bounce back right away, of course. Grieving takes time and you understood that quite well. But then one month turned into two and then three and then four and suddenly you were rounding on five months of sharing a home with a husk of the woman you loved. In all of this, you tried your best to help too. You begged and pleaded to do anything to assist her in her grieving process. If she wanted space, you’d give it. If she wanted you, she could have it. Whatever she could possibly need you’d make sure she got. Except, she would just shrug off any of your offered comfort and help. It happened so often as the days went on that eventually the only thing you could do was back off.

And that’s where the dynamic got messier. If you backed off, she would come looking for you. Telling you she didn’t want space, so why were you giving it to her when you asked and she said no? Maybe she was picking a fight on purpose, but you’d never let it get to the point of yelling. You’d just sigh and agree to stay with her, but when that happened she couldn’t look you in the eye. She wanted you near– at least that’s what she said, but any time you simply sat next to her it was like you were doing it wrong. You didn’t know how to fix that or how to be near her in the way she wanted.

It wasn’t even this new, uncomfortable dynamic that made things the hardest. No, it was the way Carina just was. Seeing her, this incredibly strong woman, seem so broken. It broke you too. She was hurting to the extent that it felt like the woman you once knew would never come back. Carina was always your advocate for self-care when you had a hard day, but she wasn’t following any of her own advice. 

When was the last time she even really slept? You often caught her in the weirdest places, curled up on the floor, staring blankly, rather than resting or even crying. It was scaring you. For a few weeks this behavior was understandable, you told yourself it would pass and you’d let her do what she needed as she grieved. But now it’s been months and the sleep deprivation had to have been hurting her on a physical level too. Not to mention the fact that she barely ate now. She was looking quite literally dead on her feet and the absent look in her eye was making it harder and harder for you to stay silent to her grieving process.

You tried to tell the people around her, tried to ask them about what to do, but many didn’t have much to say. We all grieve differently, she just lost her brother, or it takes time were the three most common phrases you were met with. At first you agreed, but now you were getting sick of hearing it. It wasn’t that you were impatient to have your girlfriend back or that you couldn’t handle caring for her in her time of grieving, it was that your concern for her was causing you to be literally worried sick.

The final straw to break your silence happened when you woke up to the other side of the bed cold and empty at the late hour of one in the morning. You had told Carina you would really like it if she came to bed not too long after you and pleaded with her to actually join you for once. Not for anything but rest, of course, but still you just wanted to have her next to you again. She had half acknowledged you and you sighed, but took that for now as you trudged off to bed. Randomly, you had woken up to reach for Carina, only for your hand to hit the mattress. Why you had hoped that tonight she would finally try to get a proper amount of sleep in the bed you shared, you weren’t sure. Regardless, it was the breaking point for you. 

You threw the covers off of you, creeped down the hall of your apartment, and saw the bathroom door was cracked with the light on. Gently, you opened the door and stepped in to find where Carina was hiding. What you saw was a new sight: Carina curled up on the shower floor, fully clothed with the shower off and completely dry.

“Carina?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying to be as gentle as possible as you knelt down in front of her. “Carina, what are you doing in here?”

She didn’t answer. Her tired eyes just flicked up to you before dropping back down. You watched as she hugged her knees tighter to her chest and you sighed. “Carina, come on,” you reached out for her. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“No,” she shook her head. “No, no…”

“Carina–”

“Everything,” she mumbled. “Everything is just too– It’s too soft.”

“Okay…” Your voice was hesitant, questioning. You didn’t want to judge her. If this was still part of her grieving process you’d ride it out with her, but it was tiptoeing into unhealthy territory. She hasn’t slept, she’s barely ate, there was a growing dread in your stomach whenever she passed you in the hall, eyes devoid of any emotion, her face stuck twisted in that pained expression she’s kept on for weeks. You were worried she was going to exhaust herself to death, that her lack of sleep and energy would see her collapsing if she tried to work, or do anything really. On top of that, she was carrying so much of this blame and loss inside herself, even if what happened to her brother was by no means her fault. It was too much for her, she wasn’t able to let it out. She was grieving, sure, but was she actually processing it all? Your heart ached to help, but you felt powerless. There was no way to take on her pain if she didn’t let you.

“I- I can’t just be comfortable. If I’m comfortable, I’ll cry and I’ve been crying for weeks. I can’t cry anymore. I-” Carina’s voice broke and she cut herself off, shaking her head hard. “No. No, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Carina…” You scooted closer to her, your hands slipping into her own. “Please,” you urged. She needed some of this off her shoulders, she needed to let herself rest. 

“I’m sorry, bambina.” Carina’s hands slowly withdrew from yours and you knew she saw the hurt look in your eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted some of her back. An ounce of contact that told you she would come back to you. She could grieve all she wanted, for as long as it took, as long as it wasn’t forever. But there was a fear in you, one that said maybe she would never forgive herself, even if it wasn’t her fault. If she didn’t forgive herself, you didn’t think you’d ever see Carina’s bright smile again. The thought shook you to your core. “It’s too soft.”

Those words cracked at your heart. There had to be something, anything you could do. If she can’t handle soft, what can she handle? All you knew was how to be gentle with her, the way she always is with you. “We need to take some of this blame off you,” you begged. “What can we– What can I do? Blame me, you can blame me. Just anything, Carina, please.” 

Carina was continuously shaking her head, her eyes glistening with tears she refused to shed. “No, it’s not about blame. It’s not that. I’m angry, bambina. Not at you, not at anyone, not even at myself, but at the world. I don’t understand it– I don’t know how to stop this feeling. I feel like my emotions are out of control, everything is slipping through my fingers. Everything feels out of control. Bambina, you can’t help.”

“What can then?” You weren’t going to give up on this. Right here, right now, you were going to do whatever you could to alleviate some of this from Carina. If you didn’t find a way tonight, something told you, you’d never get the Carina you once knew back. “Things feel out of control, right? What can we do to get some back? I’ll do anything you need, just name it.” 

Carina kept shaking her head, rubbing at her eyes angrily to fight off the tears she didn’t want to shed. “I don’t want to take what I’m feeling out on you, bambina.” Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment as she took a deep breath. “That’s not healthy.” 

“And this is?” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you were at your wit’s end. “Does this look healthy? You haven’t slept for days and you’re curled up on the bathroom floor for god’s sake!” 

Carina didn’t say anything to that. Her eyes fell and her face went practically emotionless. All that did was build up your frustration more. Not at her, but at everything. At your powerlessness to help her. At the fact that she lost someone who meant so much to her. At how unfair the world was to the woman who deserved the best. 

“Carina,” you continued, “you want control then we’re going to get some back. This—“ you motioned to where she was curled up on the shower floor, “—is not good for you. Take your control back, even if it’s in a small aspect. Just take it.”

Your eyes burned from frustration tears threatening to spill, but this wasn’t about you. You wouldn’t allow yourself to cry. Not when you knew you needed to give Carina that space to do so. “Give me this blame, put the anger on me. Just do it for now. All I’m asking is that for tonight you just try.” 

Carina looked back up at you now. You could see from the look on her face that she was seriously taking in everything you were saying. In her mind, she was calculating what her next move was. She so desperately wanted you in her arms, but one moment of gentleness would surely make her break apart all over again and she was struggling to put those pieces back together on her own.

She did want to feel in control. She wanted to get back to the place she was in when she first met you. Where she could be your comforting and strong girlfriend, the one who was soft only for you. Now, anything remotely soft set her off and she found herself wallowing, not just in grief, but in self loathing too. Carina’s emotions were so scattered, she didn’t know if she could ever control them enough to be what she once was for you again. That thought alone terrified her just as much as it did you. 

But she had to try, right? For you at least. If she couldn’t hold you like she wanted to, then she could do the alternative. Something inside her told her, if she did touch you in some way– in any sort of way, it would ground her. It might even mend a small piece of her. It couldn’t be soft; she couldn’t handle soft. But here you were, telling her to take it out on you, even if it’s just for one night. Her mind argued with itself. One side was trying to give in to everything you were saying and the other was wary of being anything other than gentle and loving to you. Though, after a moment, her decision was made.

“Meet me in the bedroom,” Carina’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Carina, what…” You trailed off, your eyes searching hers for some sort of answer. You said you wanted to do whatever it took to make her feel better, but you didn’t expect that response.

“Please.”

That was all you needed to hear to let any question you had on the tip of your tongue die. Without another second of hesitation you stood up. Carina didn’t immediately do the same, but she told you to meet her in the bedroom and that was what you were going to do. You walked out the bathroom without saying much more. What would you even say? The confusion was pretty clear in your eyes when you looked back at Carina after she made her request. You figured you’d learn what her intentions were in due time. Whatever it was, you weren’t going to go back on your word.

You sat yourself on the edge of the bed you shared and waited anxiously, picking at an invisible piece of fuzz as you waited for Carina to come in. She took a moment before she followed you. When she stood up from where she had curled up in the shower to look herself over in the mirror, she finally saw just how wrecked she really looked.

Before she followed you in, she decided to take a moment to clean herself up. Splashing water on her face to wash away the few dried tears that had shed helped a little, but she still looked exhausted. Her skin was more pale than she had ever seen it, and she could tell from the dark circles under her eyes that she was severely lacking a good night’s rest. Still, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. At least maybe what she had planned to try with you might make that seem a little more attainable, but she had doubts. 

Carina didn’t even know if you’d accept what she was planning. She knew you meant it when you said you’d take on whatever pain she was willing to unburden herself with, but she still was unsure about this. She just really needed some sense of control and somewhere in her grief-warped mind she thought if she could have an ounce of control over you then maybe she’d be able to grapple with some sort of control over her emotions. At the very least, it would give her a chance to have her hands on you in a way that wasn’t too soft for her.

Slipping her clothes off and pulling on her bathrobe, she took one more look at herself in the mirror. This wasn’t exactly the alluring look she wanted, but that wasn’t what she was going for. She nodded to herself, trying to keep a grip on her resolve to try this before she chickened out and ran back to her not-so-cozy corner of the shower. Creeping up to the bedroom, she peaked in to see that you were still perched nervously on the edge. Her heart ached for the anxiety and confusion she knew she was causing in you, but she didn’t really know how to stop herself from causing that either. Maybe, just maybe, after tonight some of this pain would ease for the both of you. It was worth a shot, even if Carina highly doubted it. 

“Bambina.” Carina’s voice broke through the uncomfortable silence you were sitting in. Your head immediately snapped up to see her standing in the doorway. 

She took one step towards you, then two and you felt yourself getting more anxious by the second. At the moment you saw her standing there in her robe, you began to piece together what she had in mind; what she was going to ask of you. There were so many nights when you’d make love to Carina, each one full of tenderness and love. While there might be love in what was going to transpire tonight, you knew the tenderness would not be there. Control, that’s what she needed. Maybe you weren’t exactly able to picture how she would gain that from what she was planning, but you could imagine it wasn’t going to be gentle love making like it used to be. 

“Lay back on the bed.” Carina’s voice wasn’t demanding. It wasn’t harsh or cruel either. If anything it sounded a tad unsure. But still, when you followed her direction and she watched as you scooted yourself up onto the bed, you saw a flash of appreciation in her eyes. You weren’t going to question her actions, which took some of her tension and unease away. Whatever she was going to ask, you were going to give. Even if you were a little unsure about this shift in dynamics between the two of you, you were still willing to be true to your word. 

She took a few steps into the room, watching as you reclined on the bed. Something inside her shifted in that moment. As she saw you lay on the bed for her, waiting for her to do whatever she had in store, it was like a switch flipped. Suddenly, she felt that rush of control she so miserably searched within herself for. She hadn’t even done anything yet and the feeling was already flooding her entire body like a drug. 

When she was finally at the bed, she reached out her hands and yanked up your shirt. You helped her get it off you as best you could before you laid back down. It was awkward and you were struggling, but Carina didn’t seem to care much. That act alone was rougher than she ever was undressing you, but you still didn’t say anything.

Carina paused as she looked down at your naked chest. You were already breathing hard, just waiting for her to make a move. Finally, she reached out again and slowly dragged her nails down your body. Your head craned up to watch what she was doing and when her eyes met yours, you shivered at the look she gave you. Her pupils were blown as she stared you down. It was like she was in a trance, watching as five angry, red lines appeared in the wake of her nails on your skin. 

You swallowed hard as Carina grabbed ahold of your pajama pants and yanked them down just as hard as she had pulled off your shirt. Now, you were completely bare in front of her and your anxiety was getting the best of you. It had been a little while since you let Carina see you like this. Even if she had seen you naked so many times before, this time was different. She was different now. Not that she wasn’t still your Carina. She was, it’s just that she also felt somewhat like a stranger. 

But you shook that feeling off quickly when you felt the mattress dip by your feet. Carina slowly crawled over your bare body, her knees stopping and resting at either side of your waist. You tried to take a few deep, grounding breaths as Carina continued her earlier actions with her hands, scratching down your bare sides slowly and leaving marks along the way. It wasn’t hard enough for those marks to linger, but it was still an act you weren’t used to. 

After a moment, Carina leaned down and her lips finally met yours. It felt like home and unfamiliar territory all at once. She felt like Carina, tasted like Carina, but the way she was kissing you was very much not like Carina. The kiss was slow, but not very gentle. She was claiming your mouth with her kiss, rather than the usual feeling she brought when kissing you. When she kissed you in the past, it felt like she got lost in the kiss you shared, but this time it felt like she was dominating it. This was about control after all, you thought as you did your best to keep up with the way she kissed you.

Her tongue licked into your mouth and you groaned, your hands moving up to grab onto her sides. The feeling of her silky robe rubbing against your bare skin was a disjointed feeling, but you tried to ignore it and do your best to keep up with her kiss. If you were being honest with yourself, this side of Carina, the controlling take-what-she-wants kind of side, wasn’t all bad. To be truthful, it was turning you on. Teeth dug into your bottom lip and pulled. Despite the gasp that escaped from you, the act, even though painful, sent a rush that landed straight between your legs. 

The entire time Carina was kissing you, all she felt was a sense of peace. She wasn’t being gentle, sure, so that feeling definitely contradicted what she felt inside. But the more contact she had with you, the more she realized this really was exactly what she needed. It was like instant gratification, the way you responded to her command and her every touch. She felt that control and she was drunk on it. It was like, with this new feeling, all the others felt more muted. Not completely away, but enough that she could ignore them. Eventually, as she kept kissing you, all the tumultuous emotions she had been battling completely muted. There was only Carina and you and nothing could get in the way of Carina’s plans for you. That thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. 

When she bit a little too hard on your lip, the yelp you let out broke her partially free from her power trip. She pulled back and paused as she looked down at you, her chest heaving. The look in her eye was something you hadn’t ever seen from Carina before. It was almost calm. Almost. But it was more like the calm before the storm. Like you knew that whatever was coming was going to be hard for Carina to reign in if you asked for her to stop. Your knuckles tensed as your hands kept their grip on her sides. Whatever she had planned truly wouldn’t be what you were used to with her, there would be no softness.  You knew that when you offered, so while you waited for her to make her move, you mentally prepared yourself to truly give her full control.

“Bambina, are you sure?” She asked, her voice low. Her hand moved to your face, cupping your chin gently. It would be the last moment of softness you’d get from her for a while. 

“Yes,” you whispered, nervousness clear in your voice. You swallowed hard again when she saw your hesitation and tried your best to sound more sure. “Yes, I’m sure. Whatever you need… take.” 

Carina only nodded before sitting up and pulling at the tie to her robe. When she was free of it, she dropped the robe on the floor and practically rolled her entire body against yours. 

“Mio dio,” she groaned to herself as she dragged her bare body against yours. This was the feeling she was missing so much. She kept herself from it in fear of breaking apart yet again, but you were presenting her with an opportunity to chase the feelings she needed while also avoiding the ones she couldn’t handle right now. “I’ve missed this so much.” 

Your groan matched hers and your head fell back onto the pillow. Just the slight rock of her hips against yours was enough to get you wet. It had been so long since she touched you and the way she was touching you now was so different that it was doing unexpected things to you. “U-uh huh,” you mumbled as Carina kept rocking her whole body into yours. Her hands moved to your hips and one of her legs moved until it was slotted between your legs. You felt the pressure on your clit the minute she did that, her bare thigh grinding hard into you. 

Your teeth sunk into your own lip when she steadily rocked into you. Trying to mirror what she was doing to you, you propped your own knee up and felt your breath hitch when her own wetness met your naked thigh. The sounds of skin against skin and both of you panting echoed in the room. Carina’s nails were digging so hard into your sides that you knew this time, those red marks wouldn’t go away so easily. Your hands were on her back, grabbing onto her for dear life as she kept rocking her own thigh into your clit and building up a delicious friction that you hadn’t felt in months. 

All too soon, though, Carina pulled away. Sitting up for a moment, her fingers danced down your stomach until they reached between your legs, where she fully cupped your pussy. “When you cum tonight, it will be because I told you to,” Carina ordered. “Do you understand, bambina?” 

You nodded your head vigorously, but Carina didn’t make any move to continue. 

“I need you to say it,” she snapped. Her tone shocked you slightly, but you knew it wasn’t anger. It was all part of tonight, part of the control she needed.

“I understand,” you murmured and Carina gave you a satisfied nod. 

“I’m not going to be gentle,” she warned as she sat back on her knees between your legs. Her fingers traced light circles on your clit. “But I need you to do this for me.”

“A-anything you want, Carina.” Your eyes met hers and the look she wore now was nothing but pure hunger. 

With that Carina’s fingers moved down and circled your entrance. You tried to brace yourself, you really did, but nothing prepared you for the moment she pushed two fingers into you with such force until she was knuckle deep. A pathetic moan broke free from your lips, but Carina didn’t miss a beat. Each pump of her fingers was unforgiving. She put all the power she could into it, watching in awe as they slipped in and out of you. In this moment, as she sat between your legs and fucked her fingers into you with as much force and pent up anger she could put into it, she felt that pure control she was chasing intensify even more. 

Your body was shaking and you were panting as you laid there and took her fingers with your legs spread open. Without warning, Carina slipped a third finger in you and you cried out. In that moment, Carina moved so that her body was back on top of your own. With each thrust of her fingers, she put her whole body into it. The way she was hitting so deep inside you and stretching you out almost burned, but it was a pleasurable burn. You couldn’t stop the cries that left your lips when all three of her fingers curled inside you and she quickened her pace. 

The whole bed rocked with both of your bodies and your legs began to really shake. Carina’s teeth clamped down on your nipple and tugged hard. Not enough to break skin, but enough to have you shudder in pain that was quickly forgotten with a particularly hard pump of her three fingers inside you. 

Pretty soon, Carina could feel the signs that told her you were close. “No, no, no, bambina,” Carina cooed against the bare skin of your breast. “You’re not going to cum now. You don’t get to cum now.” 

“Carina, I don’t think—“ 

“Shhh, aspettami. Wait, bambina,” she growled. “Wait for me.” She pulled her fingers out then and you practically cried as the feeling of your impending orgasm suddenly faded. “I know, mia cara, I know.”

Carina placed kisses on either of your breasts before leaning back up to kiss your lips. Your lips immediately parted for her as your hands tried to pull her closer to your body. You needed more contact, you were so close before she pulled away. But still, Carina was in control, and she wasn’t going to give into your needy grabbing and pleading. 

She pulled away after a moment to sit up on the bed and you leaned up on your elbows to watch her. The look you gave her must’ve been pathetic because she looked back at you with a knowing smile. One that was classic Carina, a flash of the old her that you hadn’t seen in so long. 

You were so taken aback by it that you didn’t really pay attention to Carina for a moment. She moved until she was sitting at the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard. 

“On my lap,” she said as she turned to look at you. “You’re going to ride me until you make yourself cum.” She patted her lap for emphasis and you looked down at her hands before looking back up at her. 

You hesitated, a little daunted by this new position she was asking of you. To ride her was one thing, but to get off on her yourself was a whole other. 

“Now,” Carina ordered and you immediately crawled to her. 

Straddling her waist until you were somewhat comfortably situated, you braced yourself on her shoulders. “Is this okay?” You asked nervously as you shifted on top of her. 

“Yes, good, bambina.” Carina’s hand moved down your body and between your legs again. The way her fingers brushed against your clit made you shiver from how sensitive and keyed up you still were. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my fingers, okay?”

You nodded, finding it hard to vocalize anything when you were so ready to feel her fill you again. Luckily, she accepted this and, yet again, you felt the same three fingers fill you. 

The fact that you had to get yourself off on her was one surprise; the fact that she was clearly insistent on stretching your pussy out with three fingers still was a whole other. Yet, Carina didn’t seem to mind the struggle in your face when you tried your best to grind down onto them. You grunted as you could feel the way your pussy was tightly wrapped around them, making it hard for you to take them in deep on your own.

Carina wrapped a strong arm around your back to hold you up firmly while you began to rock your hips into her. After a few minutes of you practically bouncing yourself up and down on her fingers, you began to feel that tantalizing pleasure again. It was only intensified by the way Carina had buried her face in your chest and placed bite mark after bite mark all over your tits. 

Pretty soon, the room was filled with sounds of your moans and Carina’s satisfied praises. You kept fucking yourself onto Carina’s fingers with abandon until finally you were at that edge again. Your whole body was tensing up and you were pulling Carina into you as close as possible. 

“Cum for me,” she ordered. “Cum now, bambina.” And you did with a low whine, coming all over her fingers. 

Before you could even come down, Carina was moving both her hands back down to your hips. With a hard grip, she kept you going, moving your body for you and pumping her fingers up into you now. Your nails dug into Carina’s bare skin and you cried out her name as your body quaked and another orgasm hit you the second she fucked her fingers up into you harder. 

Even then, she didn’t stop. Your whole body felt tense and overly sensitive, but still Carina threw you onto the mattress and followed behind. Landing knocked the wind out of you, even if you hadn’t caught your breath just yet from the two orgasms. Your head lulled back, but Carina kept pumping her fingers into your spent pussy. 

“Carina I— it’s too much. I can’t,” you cried. You wanted to give her all she needed, like you said you would, but everything felt too sensitive. Never had she pushed you through two orgasms back to back, only to try and push you through a third. 

“You can give me another,” Carina grunted into your ear as she kept fucking you. “You will cum for me again.”

You weren’t even trying to stop your whining and desperate moans at this point. Carina took one of your legs and pulled it over her waist, allowing her fingers to hit even deeper inside you. You felt spent and filled at the same time and it was all overwhelming you.

Your eyes rolled back and you whined Carina’s name as she pulled yet another orgasm from you. Still as your body shuddered and trembled, all Carina did was slow a little.

She was lost in her control over your body. This feeling, the feeling of making you cum, was the only positive feeling she’s had in so long. It was the only thing so far that quieted all her anger and guilt. Carina didn’t want to stop, she couldn’t stop. She needed to chase this feeling for as long as possible. 

“Carina, please.” Tears pricked at your eyes as she kept fucking into you. Again, she was rocking her whole body into yours as she fucked you. She was losing speed, but each pump of her fingers was still powerful. 

“One more,” She begged. “One more… please, just one more.” She didn’t stop as she pleaded with you, but you still nodded your head weakly. As much as your body felt like it was exceeding its limit, you wanted to give her all she asked for. 

With each time her fingers pumped into you up to the knuckle, your body shuddered. You definitely felt like you were being fucked raw by her, but still you took it. Meanwhile, Carina just had her face buried into your neck, placing kisses now where she once was biting.  

Finally, you came for a fourth time with a silent cry. Your chest was heaving and your body went totally limp under Carina and this time she actually slowed to a stop. Yet, her body remained on top of yours. 

It was after a moment of trying to collect yourself that you finally noticed the way Carina shook on top of you. You realized very quickly she was crying and you instinctively wrapped your arms around her waist. 

In all of that, as Carina was fucking you, she forgot just how good you felt. She missed you, she realized that as she had her lips on you and her arms around you. It wasn’t even that you went anywhere. No, you were by her side this whole time as she grieved. It was just that she was so lost in her grief that she might have been next to you physically, but emotionally she was just… gone. 

Now though, as she laid on top of you and shed tears she thought she was done shedding, she felt comfortable. Finally, she had felt an ounce of control. Maybe it was over you and it was given willingly, but it still helped bring back a part of her. If anything, it just helped her to stop spiraling in her inner turmoil at least for the night. 

After a moment, Carina pulled away and you immediately felt guilty. “Too soft,” you whispered. “I know, I know… I’m sorry.” 

“No,” Carina shook her head and cupped your cheek again. Tears glimmered in her eyes as her thumb rubbed gently against your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch that you missed so much. “No, bambina, it’s okay. I think I could use softness now.” 

You looked up at her with wide, hopeful eyes and in that very moment, Carina understood how much you were hurting for her too. “Will you hold me?” Carina’s question surprised you, but you didn’t miss a beat and eagerly nodded your agreement.

She rolled off you and you rolled your side, opening your arms for her. She turned into you and both of you wrapped around the other. Her hands held you tight and yours traced gentle circles along her bare skin. That night, she finally let you hold her as she cried. But this time she didn’t cry out of grief. No, instead she cried in relief as she felt some of the pieces inside her that had been broken since the loss of her brother finally start to come back together.

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Yandere Tsumiki Mikan | Infectious AU

Requested by @theoneandonlyyuriaoo: Can you do any goodbye despair character x reader?

The world had turned on its head. An infectious parasite that devoured the brain and rotted the body. It drove the modern world to ruin; making populated cities become deserted wastelands filled by the infected. 

Of course like all crises in the world fortresses are made. Fortresses that everyone flocks to hoping to guarantee a life of structure safety and healthcare. Relying on the most talented and resourceful leaders to bring the structure the old world used to have. Including the promise of care by the world’s greatest nurse. 

“Nurse Tsumiki, we need to rewrap the bandages on patient #237!”

“C-c-coming! Oof–oh no the syringes!”

Tsumiki Mikan is the best nurse in the world or at least in the closest fortress you can get in. Said to be able to cure those in the final stages of the infectious parasite, she’s a clumsy but gifted nurse. When the fortresses do begin their ‘peaceful’ negotiations her residence is a heavy point of contention. Of course, anyone would want the woman who managed to make a cure working in their medical wing. 

She’s such a celebrity, that your fellow patients excitedly speak of her when she comes to check on them. Unfortunately, you’ve been sleeping every time she’s supposedly stopped by. Though you weren’t worried. A simple broken arm shouldn’t need the greatest medical mind’s attention, you had to be convinced by your party to even admit yourself into the medical ward. 

So it truly is a surprise when you wake to the nurse in the middle of the night holding an IV bag. It was easy to recognize her by the outline made by the small nightlight from the hall. What made you question if it was her, was the inhuman twitching and giggling she was doing. 

“O-Oh~! Y-y-you’re awake!”

You’ll protest the need for an IV bag—it’s just a broken arm. But she’ll determinedly protest it, the way she does when the emergency is dire. Abandoning her usual stutter she’ll go on to rant and rave about how this may be a doorway to something worse. 

“You have to listen to me, (Y/n)! You need to stay here in bed! With me!”

Despite you being an average survivor, you weren’t an idiot. Even with a minor background in anatomy and the way diseases are spread; you know most of what she’s saying isn’t true. Or at least not in your case. So you’ll explain and try to rationalize with her even as she settles herself on your bed.

“Look Mikan I appreciate your concern but it’s really not that bad!”

“Noo! Noo! You can’t!”

“Please stop crying. You’ll wake up the other patients.”

She’ll keep whining and protesting her mute point; all the while scooching up on your bed. As if trying to get as close as possible. It isn’t until you say the most off-limits thing in the history of your conversation with her. 

“You know what, I’m just going to check out and I’ll go back if I find anything–”

“NO!”

She immediately hops up on your lap, trapping your free hand and legs underneath hers. That was the least of your concerns as she held your face in her hands.  Rubbing a thumb obsessively on your cheeks, she practically rubs her nose against your own. 

“No no no no no you can’t leave (Y/n)! You need to stay with me forever forever forever forever!”

You couldn’t really stop her as she practically devoured your mouth in some wild form of a kiss. There was biting, sucking, and something viscous shoved down your throat. As your vision blurred and your cognitive control slipped from you; you could hear the door open and the silhouette of a more familiar nurse who refused to look at you. 

“Miss Tsumiki…your orders?”

The nurse’s giggling turned into a full-blown cackle clutching your head into her chest. The nurse said nothing as she proceeded to play with your cheeks while she continued to maniacally laugh.

“It’s just as I feared~! (Y/n)’s condition has worsened we need to quarantine them in my private ward!”

“Yes, Miss Tsumiki.”

Better her than the infection right?

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 17: Safe and Sound

Your leg bounced nervously as you and Bradley sat in the private room of your OBGYN office. It had been eight weeks since you had been rescued, and you were currently waiting for the doctor to come and do your anatomy scan to find out the gender of Baby Bradshaw. You had been going weekly for checkups, and each time, the doctor assured you that everything was fine, but you couldn't shake the anxiety.

You had both hands resting on your bump, which was now definitely visible. After your kidnapping, you'd taken a break from the public eye. However, the two of you were planning on announcing your pregnancy via White House social media today. Jaycee was patiently waiting for you to call her to tell her which announcement to post.

Bradley rested his hand over yours. "Everything is fine. We don't have anything to worry about. Soon, we are going to find out what our little peanut is, and then we will be on our way to a much needed vacation in Rhode Island." Bradley told you. "And a late birthday celebration for you." You reminded him.

You grimaced at the memory. It was a few days after you had gotten home from the hospital in North Carolina when you were laying in bed with Bradley, and the two of you had heard the fireworks for the 4th of July celebration. When you realized what day it was, it took the better part of an hour for Bradley to get you calmed down after you'd come to the realization that you had been missing om his birthday. Honestly, it hadn't even occurred to him.

You immediately made him agree to a getaway for the two of you once your broken arm held and your bruises had faded.

He swiped a stray hair from your face and smiled at you. He didn't miss the slight flinch in your features. You were still having nightmares, and it broke his heart that this had happened to you. He tried every day to lift your worries and make them his, but much to his chagrin, there were some battles he just couldn't fight for you.

"Alright! Who's ready to find out what the First Baby is going to be?" Dr. Park asked as she came into the room. You and Bradley both told her you were ready.

Bradley helped you onto the exam table and held your hand as Dr. Park squirted the cold jelly on your stomach before swirling it around.

"So, you're twenty weeks and two days today. Hopefully, the little peanut is turned where we can see what they are." Dr. Park smiled at the two of you.

Her eyes were locked on the screen. Suddenly, she frozen. "Oh!" She gasped.

"Oh?!" You and Bradley both said in unison. "What, 'oh'? Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'?" You asked, sitting up a little.

Dr. Park smiled. "Well, I know you want to know one gender, but would you like to know both?" She asked you with a coy grin.

"Both?" You asked her with wide eyes.

"Both." She affirmed as she turned the monitor towards the two of you. "It doesn't happen often, but it seems like Baby B has been hiding behind Baby A these past few weeks." She tells you. "Looks like it's twins." She states.

"T—twins?" Bradley sputters out. You turn to look at him. He is as white as a sheet with a cold sweat across his brow. "Twins." He repeats just above a whisper. You look at him with concern, afraid he might faint. "Bradley. You're the president. You run a country, but us having twins is what freaks you out?" You tease him.

He swallows and takes a deep breath. "Okay, everything's fine, just a little shocked is all." He states to no one in particular.

"Well, are you ready to know?" Dr. Park asks after the initial shock has passed. Both of you nod your head eagerly.

"So it looks like Baby A is a—girl." Dr. Park smiles at the two of you. "Aww, a little girl." You tear up. "And Baby B is a— ah, a boy. I guess he got tired of hiding behind his sister." Dr. Park laughs. She takes a few pictures before leaving to let you get cleaned up.

"We are having twins. Twins!" Bradley exclaims once the two of you are alone. "I swear, Jake wished this on me."

You chuckle at your husband. "Dearest, you are in charge of a nation. And before that, you flew multimillion dollar aircrafts. I'm sure you can handle being a father to twins. C'mon Daddy, you've got to toughen up." You chuckle at him. "Now be a dear and help Mommy u—oh!" You gasp.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Bradley asks as he grabs your hand. You don't respond. He continues to talk, but you shush him. He tries to protest, but you grab his hand and place it on your belly. He looks at you confused before he feels it.

"Wa—is that—are they—" He trails off as you both feel it again. "One of them is kicking." You whisper, afraid it will stop if you speak too loudly.

"Is this the first time you've felt that?" He asks you with wide eyes. "I've felt the peanut—well I guess, peanuts, move around a little, but this is the first kick I've felt.

"Hi there, you two." Bradley says before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. "I'm your Daddy." He says. But as soon as the kicking started, it stopped.

You both sigh as he helps you off the table. "Alright, Daddy, let's go. Mommy is hungry and is eating for three, apparently. Also, I need to call Jaycee and tell her she's going to have to make another announcement." You say as you grab his hand. "And I have to call Jake and tell him that everyone technically one the bet." He sighs.

"Bet?" You ask him. "There was a small betting pool amongst some of the staff as to what the gender would be." He shrugs. "You two hear that? Uncle Jake is already causing trouble." You laugh.

Once back in the car, Bradley informs Dante that he needs to make a detour two to the nearest burger joint. You tell him that the twins said "tell Daddy we want french fries and a chocolate shake."

Bradley shutters and attempts to adjust himself. He isn't sure if it's the excitement of it all, the fact that the two of you haven't slept together in weeks or just how it sounds when it comes out of your mouth, but something about you calling him "Daddy," has him hard as a rock right now.

Dante quickly secures the food, and you thank him. Bradley attempts to steal a fry, but you smack his hand away. Dante chuckles before asking, "So, boy or girl?"

"Both." Bradley says. "Both? Twins? Wow, congratulations. Maybe everyone will get their money back, considering we were all technically right." He laughs. "You bet on the gender too?" You ask him.

"Guilty." Dante shakes his head.

You both laugh at him before your phone rings. It hit you that you hadn't called Jaycee yet. You were sure that she was chomping at the bit to hear the news.

"Hello." You said into your phone.

"Hello, madam First Lady." Jaycee says. "Hi, Jay." You chuckle.

"Well?" She prods impatiently. "Twins." You tell her simply. There is a pause on the other end of the line. You check to make sure the line is still connected, it is. You are about to say something else when she screeches "TWINS?! Babe! Did you hear that?!" She yells to whom you presume to be Jake. "I did. Holy shit!" He calls from the background.

"Wait, boys, girls, or one of each?" Jaycee asks you. "A boy and a girl." You tell her with a smile.

"Ohhhh, this is so exciting. Have fun on your vacation, I have a new post to make!" She cheers into the phone before hanging up.

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Soon, Dante is pulling the SUV into the air field and up to an Air Force One jet. He helps load your bags before sending you and Bradley off on your "baby-moon" as some had taken to calling it. In a few short hours, the two of you would be relaxing in a cottage in Newport, watching the sun sink into the ocean.

The two of you had been flying for about an hour when you both got the alert about the post made on the official White House social media channels. Jaycee had chosen a patriotic them, obviously. The post was simple. A letter board surrounded by red white and blue objects, two sets of baby shoes, an American flag, and a small F-18. The letter board read: "Red, White, and Due! Baby Bradshaw One and Two Coming Soon!" The photo was caption about how the two of you were excited to announce that you were expecting twins early next year.

By the time the two of you landed, it was late afternoon, and you were exhausted. Bradley settled your bags in the bedroom of the cottage the two of you would be staying in for a few days. Dante and the rest of the security team settled into the bungalow next door.

After getting unpacked, Bradley tugged you to your feet, insisting that you join him in the shower. You protested, but when he held you close and pressed feather-light kisses along your jaw, you were putty in his hands.

He undressed before carefully peeling your sundress over your head and tossing it to the side. He pulled you into the large shower, adjusting the stream of water in was gliding over the both of you. He pulled you flush against him. His toned chest pressed against your back as he held you for just a moment. Your hands rested over his as they splayed out over your rounded tummy.

You sighed and sank into him as he peppered kisses along your neck and shoulders before reaching for soap. He lathered it onto a loofah before running it over every inch of your body, giving special attention to your stomach. He loved seeing how you had grown in the past few weeks. He remembers the first time your baby bump was clearly visible to him, when it couldn't be confused for anything else.

He was in awe of the fact that you were growing a life, well now he knows, two lives inside you. Two lives that he had helped create. Ever since then, he had such a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to touch you and your belly all the time. Almost every night, he found himself falling asleep with his hand on it, and every morning, he would wake up just the same. Bradley was so lucky after everything to have you in his arms, and he thanked his lucky stars everyday.

"Where's your head at Daddy? Having a deep conversation with them?" You ask him. He snapped back to reality, realizing that his head was pressed against your stomach. You smiled at him as he stood back up and kissed your nose. He walked you backward until your back pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall.

He cupped your face and kissed you, using his tongue to split the seam of your mouth to deepen the kiss. You moaned against him as he kneaded your breasts in his hand. They were firm and soft, getting bigger now because of the pregnancy.

His mouth left yours to wrap around one of your nipples, licking and sucking until it formed a stiff peak before switching to the other. He continued his trail downward before you stopped him.

"Bradley, you don't have to." You whispered to him.

The spray of hot water cascaded over the two of you as Bradley sank to his knees in front of you. "Come on, Mommy, let Daddy take care of you." Bradley said as he draped one of your legs over his shoulder.

You were helpless when it came to resisting him. He may have been the one on his knees right now, but yours were the ones that were weak. You reached out to steady yourself. One arm braced against the wall, the other clinging to his shoulder as his skilled tongue swept through your folds.

You tossed your head back as his plush lips wrapped around your clit and sucked the taught bud into his mouth.

"Fuck, Bradley!" You cried out already so close after just a few minutes of his face buried in your heat. The internet said that pregnancy sex could be some of the best sex of your life, but you really thought Comso was exaggerating.

Boy, were you wrong. Everything felt more sensitive. Each sweep of his tongue, each nip of his teeth on the inside of your thighs, each curl of his finger had you barreling head first towards a release.

"Right there, oh my God. Right there!" You screamed as an orgasm washed over you.

Bradley didn't stop, holding your thighs steady as they began to tremble around his face while pleasure washed over you. He coaxed you through your high until you tugged on his roots when it became too much. He carefully eased your leg off his shoulder and stood up to hold onto you.

You collapsed against him, boneless from your high.

He reached out and turned the water off. "Let's get out and get dried off so I can take care of you some more." He whispered hotly into your ear. You mumbled a reply into his chest as he helped you out.

"You're too good to me." You told him as he dried you off with some fluffy towels.

"On the contrary, my love, you're too good for me." Bradley smiles at you before kissing your head.

"These two are going to be so lucky to have you as their mother." He says as he strokes the top of your stomach. "They are going to be even luckier to have a Daddy like you, Bradley." You tell him. He groans before tossing his head back, sighing and stepping away from you.

You hop off the counter with a wide look in your eyes. "Bradley Bradshaw," you begin, "Do you like it when I call you Daddy?" You ask him with a smirk. A blush spreads from his chest to the tips of his ears. He looks down at the floor, not sure how to respond.

You snicker before reaching forward and grabbing him by the towel that's tucked around his waist. "How about we head into the bedroom so I can give Daddy a late birthday present?" You whisper against his lips before tugging him into the bedroom.

You usher him to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing him down by his shoulders until he is right where you want him.

You kneel down on the plush carpet in front of him, placing a hand on each of his knees and urging him to part them for you. Bradley takes in the sight of you.

The lamp in the room has you washed in a golden glow. Your hair is still slightly damp and hangs down as it wildly frames your face. One strap of your baby pink nighty has slipped off your shoulder, almost as if in purpose. The silk of the material strains against your breast as your hardened nipples peak through it. It cascades down your body, hugging the curve of your midsection before ending at your thighs. Your lips are parted lightly, and a pink blush has spread across your cheeks.

He groans as you move forward to wrap one hand around his cock. You begin to slowly stroke him before placing a wet kiss on the head. Your tongue peaks out to swipe up the few beads of precum that are leaking from the slit.

A growl leaves his chest when you stick out your tongue and tap the head of him on it a few times before wrapping your lips around him.

One of his hands leaves the bed and tangles in your hair to pull it out of your face as you suck him. You have one hand braced on his thigh, the other wrapped around the part of him that couldn't fit in your mouth. You drop that hand and take a deep breath before taking all of him. You sigh around him and hollow out your cheeks, as you pick up speed. You take your free hand and cup his balls, rolling the soft tissue in his palm. It almost sends him over the edge.

Abruptly, he pulls you off of him. You lean back on your knees and wipe the saliva from your face as you look up at him.

"Bradley, you didn't—did I do—" He cuts you off by pulling you into his lap for a hungry kiss.

"Felt so good baby, but when I cum, I want to cum in you. Please. Can I?" He begs.

"Well, I've never told you no on that matter before, have I?" You chuckle as you pat your bump. He snickers before tugging your nighty over your head and laying you down on the pillows.

He hovers over you, supporting his weight on his forearms. He leans down to press a gentle yet filthy kiss to your lips. A groan vibrates in his chest when you card your finger through his hair and scratch his scalp.

He grabs his length, pumping himself a few times before sliding into your warm, wet center.

He groans when once he is fully seated in you, grabbing on your your hips and digging his fingers into them as he withdraws and pushs back in. He keeps a steady rhythm that has you mewling under him. Your head lulls to the side as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you with his stiffness. The pleasure begins to overwhelm you, but before it can cloud your judgment, you decide to test out your little theory from earlier.

"Oh, Bradley. Shit. Feels so good—Daddy." You moan, dropping the name from your lips.

Bradley stops, stilling inside you. You're worried that maybe you had read the situation wrong. But when you meet his eyes, you see that only a thin band of their honey-brown color is visible around his blown pupil. He pulls back and slams back into you. You let out a strangled cry as your arms wrap around him.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as his strong hands gripped your hips. One of his hands left its perch to sweep over the taught skin of your bump, cradling it before moving to your rear. He grabbed the supple flesh there, pulling you closer to him, driving him deeper inside you. You met his dark eyes as he growled—"Say it again."

"Daddy." You breathe out. "Louder." He grits. "Daddy!" You cry out at a louder volume this time as the head of his cock attacks your g-spot, hitting it over and over again, causing you to see stars.

"Louder!" He commands as his hips drive even harder into you. He hikes your leg higher on his waist, allowing him to drive deeper into you. With each thrust, your clit meets his pelvis which only increases your pleasure.

"Fuck, Daddy— fuck me, I'm going to cum!" You shout as your nails scrape down his back. He feels your walls tighten around him as you reach your peak.

You arch up off the mattress, pressing yourself into him.

He continues to drive into you as he praises you. "That's it—Cum for Daddy—Good girl."

His praises only add to your pleasure, and you can't hold back the rush of wetness that comes out just as Bradley finished deep inside you. He guides both of you through your orgasms before gently pulling out and laying beside you.

Your eyes are closed. Your lips are parted, and your breath is coming out on shallow pants. You can feel your mixed release leaking out of you and onto the sheets. You can also feel how damp the sheets are from when you finished.

Bradley strokes your hair and pulls you close to him. "You alright, Sweetheart?" He asks you with a raspy tone.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know I could—" You ramble as you gesture to the mess you've made.

Bradley lets out a small chuckle. "Don't apologize for that. You have no idea how much that strokes my ego. Can't wait to make you do it again." He admits.

"So a Daddy kink?" You let out a breathy laugh once you're coherent enough to turn on your side and face him.

He shrugs, unsure what to say. "I should have known. You have always had a thing for titles in bed— Mr. President." You joke with him. He laughs before tucking you under his chin. It is peaceful for a few moments before you break the silence.

"Bradley, I need to pee. And I'm hungry." You grumle against his neck. He sighs dramatically before helping you up. You grab your nightgown and slip it over your head before waltzing into the bathroom.

"What are you and the little peanuts in the mood for. I'll text Dante to send out one of the guys for it.

"Some pizza would be great right now. Oh, and some wings and some cheesy bread with some sauce, and maybe some ice cream." You say.

Bradley shakes his head as he types out the message. "Don't forget to tell Dante what you want, too." You remind him as you look for some new sheets.

"I thought we could share." He says as he grabs some off a shelf in the closet. You shoot him a skeptical look before laughing. "I guess I could let you have a slice or two and a couple wings. But the cheesy bread, that's all mine.

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Hours later, the two of you have your bellies fully. You're splayed out on your back, sleeping peacefully. Bradley is curled up beside you with his head resting on your stomach. His hand runs over it as he presses wispy kisses to your growing skin. He whispers promises to his unborn children about how he is going to keep them and you safe for as long as he is alive.

He stays up half of the night telling them stories about his parents and his days in the Navy. He tells them about their aunts and uncles and their Grandpa Mav, who is so excited to meet them. He tells them about you and how much he loves you.

When he runs out of things to say, he starts softly humming "Great Balls of Fire" and tells them he'll teach it to them on the piano one day like their Grandpa Goose taught him.

Soon, his eyes finally become heavy, and sleep fills his bones. He slides up next to you. You instantly curl into him, resting your head on his chest.

He lets out a long sigh before giving in and letting the need to rest take over. He knows that tomorrow will bring new challenges for the two of you, but he also knows that nothing is so great that the two of you cannot over come it.

Bradley presses a final goodnight kiss to your temple before closing his eyes and dreaming of you and his children and the family that the four of you will be.

Wow, this was a long one, but worth it. Thank you always for reading!

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Hong's Anatomy: Part 5

Pediatrician surgeon!  Joshua x pediatric surgeon!  Female Reader 

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day. 

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, no smut…yet?

Words: 3.2k

NOT EDITED, SO I MAY GO BACK AND EDIT LATER (teehee)

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You hated working in the pit. It was always hectic and a little too unorganized for your taste, but when a natural disaster hits, everyone is called down to the pit and unfortunately a tornado had just hit Seattle and being a level 1 trauma center that meant people were normally sent to Seattle Grace first. 

“Hannah Pitter, seventeen years old. Was found under a big piece of rubble. Three broken ribs, broken shoulder, right arm, and a major concussion.” Heesung said, wheeling in the crying seventeen year old girl. 

“I’ll take her,” Joshua said, quickly placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded and went to the next EMT. 

“Amanda Journey, Five years old, Dislocated shoulder and it looks like she has some burns from the fire.” 

“Where are her parents?” You asked, wheeling her into a curtained space. 

“I don’t know. There were thousands of people there, we tried to ask her to see if she recognized anybody, but she said that she didn’t,” Niki responded. This was not good. A five year old without their parents meant that treatment would be very restricted if anything went bad. 

“Well what happens if I have to do surgery on her and we don’t have her parent’s consent?” 

“You have to ask the Chief!” Niki shrugged, “I gotta get back there. Tell me how she turns out?” You nodded and started to get to work. The poor girl’s shoulder was sticking out and she was crying for both her mom and the amount of pain she was in. 

“Hi sweetie. I’m Doctor. L/N, I need you to sit really still for me, okay?” You smiled, while putting on a pair of gloved, getting ready to pop her shoulder back in place. You quickly grabbed a lollipop out of a drawer (the secret stash you put in there) and held it out to her. “If you’re really good after I help you, you can have another one, okay?” Amanda nodded and took the candy from you. 

“Okay ready? One.. Two.. Three..” You counted, before quickly popping her shoulder back in place. Amanda let out a little cry but you could tell that she was already starting to feel a lot better. “Good job Amanda! Thank you so much for being so good! I’m gonna get someone else in here to help you with the burns on your tummy and face now, but I’ll stay with you the entire time!” You reassured her. Jeonghan had been running around the pit the whole day and his hair was looking slightly chaotic, but he still had a big smile when talking to the five year old. 

“Hi, I’m Doctor Yoon,” Jeonghan smiled, “oh no, those look ouchy. Will you let me look at them?” 

Amanda cried and looked at you to almost ask for permission. You nodded and reached out for her to hold your hand. “Okay.”

Jeonghan smiled, “thank you Amanda. I’m gonna lift your shirt up a little and look at your tummy burns.” Amanda’s whole torso was practically melted off, and jus one look at the poor girls burns almos caused you to wince. As soon as Jeonghan saw her burns he started ordering off commands to the nurses to get some cold rags and to put in an order to the burn team. Poor Amanda would be here for a long time. As he nurses came in with cold rags, you knew his part was going to hurt so you went and grabbed a hold of Amanda’s hand while Jeonghan carefully and slowly put a few rags on the remaining skin she had left.

As soon as he rags came into contact with her skin she let out a blood curtling scream and really squeezed your hand. 

“Mandy!” An olderr old boy came running into the room, “oh my god. I’m Travis, her older brother. What happened to her?” 

“She got caught in the fire and has some prey antsy burns along with a dislocated shoulder. Would you like o hold ehr ahdn while we treat her?” You asked, as the young boy gulped, but nodded. He couldn’ be older than fifteen, where were their parents? Neither you or Jeonghan alked much as you worked on treating her burns and Vernon popped in put her shoulder back in place. 

“Our parents went across the street to go to the store for ten minutes and his happens,” Travis sobs, “do you know where they are?” Both you and Jeonghan looked at each other, a little surprised at his sudden outburst. 

“We haven’t heard anything about them yet, but I’ll ask around okay?” You treid to reassure, Travis nodded and wiped a few of his tears away .

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“Good news, Travis and Abigail’s parent’s are at Seattle Med. They don’t have any serious injuries, so they’ll be transported here,” Jeonghan smiled, hanging up the phone. 

“That’s a relief,” you sighed, “I hate seeing family’s seperated espically when it’s just the kids by themselves.” It was already about seven in the evening, so six hours into your shift and you haven’t seen Joshua since the first encounter in the pit. “Joshua’s been working late for this whole weekend. I feel like the only time I see him is the brief run ins.”

“Seungcheol asked him to pick up a few more surgeriues during the week because we lost Sana,” Jeonghan said, reminding you of the resident peds surgeon who transferred hospitals a couple weeks ago. “He’s having a hard time finding a replacement.” 

“I totally forgot about Sana leaving, man. Why are hey dropping like flies?” You asked, referring to the loss of San from Plastic’s, Jeongchan from OB, and Vivian from Ortho.

“New York just opened a new hospital and hey’re offering twice the pay, and a guaranteed sending position when they finish,” Joshua said, walking up beside you with a exhausted look on his face. “I don’t blame them for taking the offer, it’s just frustrating.” 

You nodded and wrapped an arm around his neck as he gave you a little side hug. 

“‘I’m done in twenty minutes, so I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” Joshua smiled, gesturing to Jeonghan as he nodded, “and you as well for date night?” 

“I expect you there at four, gotcha?” You nod, pressing a quick peck to his lips as he nodded this time. “Be safe!” You smiled as Joshua skipped his way to his office o grab his stuff and turned around to face Jeonghan. “Thank you for still walking with him. He was scared that you would hate him.” 

“I told you before, this isn’t the first time we’ve went for the same girl,” he chuckled, “There was this one girl back in highschool. Her name was Sophie, and both Josh and I were head over heels in love with her. She wasn’t a good person and strung boh of us along for our entire senior year, but at the end she ended up choosing me. Josh didn’t take that one very well, in fact, that was the most upset I’ve ever seen him. I only saw him once, only for him o cuss me out and then he went MIA the whole summer. We were roommates for college, so he had to turn up and talk to me eventually, but we overcame it. So I always remind myself, that if Shua overcame losing his first love, I can overcome losing you.” 

You blushed at his last confession, but shook it off pretty well, “Josh has bever mentioned a Sofie before?” 

“She wasn’t particularly amazing, she as just our friend all throughou highschool. It was us three in the science lab for lunch everyday for four years studying our anatomy. Sophie ended up becoming a surgeon in Berlin, so we all had that one common interest I suppose,” he chuckled again, “don’t take it personally that Shua hasn’t told you about her.”

“What happened to Sophie?” You asked, as you both approached he lunch room. 

“We dated for five years, engaged for two. I found out abou wo weeks before our wedding that she was cheating on me with our college professor,” he admitted, “you were one of the first people I’ve seriously thought about since Sophie.” 

“Well I’m honored,” you said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest and vulnerable with me.”

Even though Jeonghan said not to take it personally that Joshua hasn’t mentioned his past partners and almost partners, it’s all you could think about. 

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“Have I told you that I’ve only ever had one boyfriend?” You said, watching Joshua from across the room, he looked up from cutting up some celery for dinner. “We met in senior year of highschool and dated for almost five years before we ended up breaking up. I found out two weeks before that he was going to move half way across the world and hadn’t even considered asking me to come with him.”

Joshua came and sat next to you, prompting you to continue. “He told me that I never would of come because of my residency, but I knew that he just wanted an out. It was messy and a lot words were said. I haven’t seen him since.” 

Joshua took a deep breath, it looked like he was contemplating talking. Sharing his story, but he didn’t. 

You were disappointed, and hurt that he wouldn’t tell you about Sophie, but you weren’t going to push it out of him. 

“Why haven’t you gone on any more partners since him?” Joshua asked, holding your hand. 

“I’ve been on dates with others, but none of them understood the emotional baggage that I’ve happen at work. The longest time I’ve ‘seen’ a person is three dates, but then he told me that I was too messed up,” you chuckled, “as have most of the rest. They said it nicer of course.” 

“I’m sorry,” he empathasized, “no one should ever be treated like that.” You smiled and let him press a few kisses on your hand. “One second,” he quickly said, running to the oven to check the casserole. 

The tension in the room was a little thick, but Joshua came back and took a deep breather before speaking, “my first year of being an being an attending, I was in LA for a year, I was really focused on work and everything, but there was a nurse named Larissa, she asked me on a date. I only went on one date with her. A month after Larissa, I went on a date with a girl I met online, it only lasted three weeks, and then a few months later I dated a girl named Jaehun for a little over four months.” 

He still wasn’t talking about Sophie, well technically he never dated her, but he was in love with her. 

Dinner tasted really good, but it was pretty silent. After dinner, you and Joshua were on the couch watching television, when he paused the t.v. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you lied, but Joshua could tell something else was off.

“Did I do something wrong?” You sighed, and turned to face him. 

“No Joshua, I’m just tired,” you hissed. Joshua sighed, but nodded and started the t.v again, not wanting to either upset you or push you further. After the night had ended and you were starting up put your coat and shoes on is when he said something again. 

“Did Jeonghan tell you about Sophie?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe. You looked up at him, surprised that he figured out what was bothering you. 

“He did yeah,” you sighed, putting your hands in your pockets, “he told me that you were in love with her throughout all of highschool. How do you think it feels to find out about your boyfriends first love through his best friend?” 

“What about you? You just told me about your boyfriend? And I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to tell you about something that put me in such an awful spot in my life. Hell it still does,”  he spat. 

“At least I told you about him, you didn’t have to hear it from someone else, and why can’t you talk about it now Joshua? Are you still not over her? Do you still love her? It’s been ten years, you would think you’d be over her?” You cried, shaking your head and wrapping your hands around yourself. Joshua just scoffed and pushed himself off the door. 

“I’m not talking about this with you right now,” he sighed. 

“No, we’re adults in a relationship. Let’s talk about this,” you scoffed. 

“No, because if we talk about this I’m going to say something I regret and I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he said, opening the door for you. 

“Are you kicking me out?” You asked, looking up at him in disbelief. Joshua didn’t look you in your eyes as you scoffed again and stomped out of his apartment. 

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“What do you mean you can’t come in today?” Joshua asked over the phone, “you were fine last night and we have two major surgeries today?” 

“I’m taking a personal day,” you sighed, annoyed that Seungcheol made you talk to Joshua instead of just giving you the day off. 

“Y/N,” Joshua warned, “is this about our fight last night?” 

“Can I have the day or not Joshua?” 

Joshua sighed, but reluctantly agreed. “See you tomorrow then.” As soon as you hung up the phone Joshua sighed, and pulled out his tablet, trying to rearrange the day to fit your surgeries in. 

“Where’ Y/N?” Jeonghan asked, patting Joshua on the back. 

“She’s taking a personal day,” he said, not looking up from his tablet. Jeonghan scoffed. 

“Date night didn’t go as planned?” The lack of response was enough for him to wince. “Yikes, I’m sorry Shua.” 

“Why did you tell her about Sophie?” Joshua scoffed, “that wasn’t you place to tell her.” 

“I didn’t mean for you guys to get into a fight about it,” Jeonghan defended, “but she should of known.”

“What did you think was going to happen Han?” Joshua said, finally looking up from his tablet. “I know that you didn’t mean any harm, but it was none of your business to tell her and you need to stay out of our relationship.” 

“Shua…” Jeonghan tried to say, but Joshua put his tablet down and walked away to check in on his first patient. 

“Simone Hallwer, eleven years old. Her mother brought her in because she kept fainting and started to develop a lump on her forehead,” Amelia, Joshua’s other intern, explained, as Joshua smiled and sat next to her. “She was brought in two days ago and she has a brain tumor. We’re going to go in today and try and remove the tumor.” 

Joshua smiled and nodded, “how did you sleep last night Simone?” 

Simone smiled, but hid her face into her blanket, clearly she was very shy around Joshua. Amelia told Joshua that she thinks Simone has a crush on Joshua. 

“She slept right through the night perfectly, right Simone?” Her mother chuckled, as Simone nodded. “When is she scheduled for surgery Doctor Hong?” 

“She’s next in line, so give or take fourty minutes to an hour,” Joshua smiled, “so we’ll come to take her soon.” Simone’s mom smiled and thanked him before Joshua left. Wonwoo would be in the operating room to also perform the surgery, but Neruosurgery was always his least favorite operation. 

By the time that Simone was in the operating room, Joshua was on edge. 

“Are you okay dude?” Wonwoo asked, breaking Joshua out of his mind. 

“Uh, yeah, why?” 

“You’ve been washing your hands for seven minutes and I’ve been trying to talk to you for five of those minutes,” Wonwoo chuckled, “if you’re not in the right headspace, maybe you should step out?” 

“No, I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. I love you man, but I hate doing Neurosurgeries,” Joshua said, finally turning off the tap. 

“Okay, but if it happens again, I’ll have to kick you out,” Wonwoo warned, Joshua nodded in agreement. He was aware of the protocols, but he really wanted to be there for Simone. 

As soon as they both entered, they got started immediately. Joshua made a small incision in the skin and a small opening in the skull then the navigation, operated by Wonwoo, moved the tubular retractor gently though the white matter of the brain to gain access to the tumor. Joshua took over from Wonwoo to make sure that they retractor would hold the area open, while Wonwoo started cutting the tumor off. 

“Suction!” Wonwoo said, as the monitors starting going off a bit more. “Joshua! I need your help here! Marley, you stary with the retractors.” Joshua nodded, and let Wonwoo’s intern take over the machiene as he stepped beside Wonwoo too see a massive brain bleed. 

“Where is it?” Joshua asked, looking frantically for the cause of the bleed. 

“Right below the cut, you need to cut by the occipital lobe,” Joshua nodded, and got the drill from the table and felt around for a second and located the bleed. 

“Drilling now!” He said, letting out a wince when the drill started to whirl. As soon as he had made it past the bone, he stopped and shined a light down. “Lap pads!” 

Rose quickly handed him some lap pads for him to clean up the fluids leaking out of the skill. 

“Shit, it’s not working,” Wonwoo said, looking around and trying to figure out what else he could do. Joshua stepped back, getting pretty overwhelmed and watched Wonwoo try to save Simone’s brain, but by the time that he had come back to earth, it was too late. 

“Time of death, 8:48.” Wonwoo said, throwing his head back in frustration. “What the hell Joshua?” 

“What?” Joshua asked, taken aback with Wonwoo’s tone. 

“You didn’t drill the hole in the right place, you caused another brain bleed. You were distracted and drilled a hole into this poor girls head when you didn’t need to,” he said, pointing to Simone. “You get to go tell her mother that she’s gone,” Wonwoo spat, walking out of the OR. 

Great another thing to add to Joshua’s day. 

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“I’m so sorry,” Joshua apologized to Simone’s mother, as she started crying. “If there is anything we can do to help please let us know.” 

“This is your fault!” Simone’s mother spat, wiping her tears with one hand and pointing a finger at Joshua with the other. “You were supposed to save her, you said that we shouldn’t do chemo and that this would be safer!” 

“Ma’am,” One of the female nurses cooed, coming up to try and calm her down. 

“No, my baby is gone because of this idiot Doctor!” She cried as Joshua, just winced and nodded his head. He had gone through this, unfortunately, hundred of times. 

“If you would like to talk to some counclors, we have programs right here at the hospital…” he said, but was cut off. 

“No, I don’t want councelling. I want you gone from this hospital! I will be talking to my lawyers!” She spat one last time before leaving the waiting room. Joshua sighed and threw his head back. This was always the worst part of the job, no matter what reaction the parents/caregivers have. 

And the worst part was, this was only his first surgery of the day. 

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A/N: Hey yall, sorry for taking so long for this update. I had a little bit of a writers block/life got really busy for me. But I finally had a little bit of a break, so I sat down and cranked out this chapter in a day and a half. We're building up the angst, because I have big plans for the happy couple, so sit tight and thank you so much for reading and leaving all the sweet comments/reblogs! Love you!

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The living room, lit by lightning in a twilight state from a distant world, was filled with a tense atmosphere as you and Amelia faced each other. Your eyes met in a storm of anger and frustration, and every flash that twitched through the window was like a strike from heaven, adding more tone to the tornado of emotions raging between the two of you.

You stood with your arms crossed, your lips pressed into a thin line while your expression was stone. A tremor ran through your body, every muscle fiber tense with disappointment. The neurosurgeon, on the other hand, appeared calm, but her eyes sparkled with repressed emotion, her posture stiff with clenched fists and white knuckles that showed unrelenting tension. Her forehead erupting with wrinkles.

The air was thick with unspoken words, hanging between you like a heavy curtain of conflict as the lightning burst through the window shutters with loud rattling noises every second. Only in this brief, ephemeral brightness did the contours and outlines of your faces emerge in the pale light.

"That's ridiculous!" you roared, voice shaking with suppression. The words came out like an eruption from a long-dammed volcano, its lashing magma pouring down on the world and burying everything beneath it. "You can't just keep going and expect everything to be okay!"

"And what exactly do you expect from me?" Amelia shouted back exploding, breathing quick and shallow. Each word was like a punch in the air, the room literally shaking with the tension of each syllable while the coldness of her voice made the room icy and more frightening.

Your body language spoke louder than any words as you took a few steps forward, your jaw clenched tightly while your eyebrows were drawn deep into your forehead. Every muscle was tense, as if anger was manifesting itself in every part of your body and coursing through every vein. But the woman on the other side did not back away, stood with her head held high, her chest rising and falling quickly, her gaze challenging and yet full of pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotions boiling inside you like a raging storm. "I tried to explain to you how important this is to me, but you never listen to me when it comes to my needs!" you sobbed, your voice broken by the weight of the conflict. "This is so important to me and you act like you don't care!"

“Y/n, you’re completely exaggerating!” Amelia replied with firmness that hardly seemed to shake, but the undertone betrayed a hint of pain. Biting her lip hard, she looked away for a moment before looking steadily into your glassy eyes.

There was an unbearable silence in the room that separated the two of you further and was heavier than the words you had exchanged. The tension was like an invisible barrier between the two of you, yet it was palpable like an impenetrable fog. It stopped the two of you from approaching each other.

You burst into more tears, your body shaking with emotional exhaustion. "I can't accept that you see it that way. I can't go on like this anymore, it just hurts too much," you whispered, your trembling voice barely audible, your words cutting through the air like an icy wind. You swallowed hard, tears shining on your cheeks.

Amelia's shoulders suddenly dropped, her stomach sinking at the realization of what was coming. The expression on her face went from unfathomable anger to despair and disbelief as she lowered her gaze to the ground, a hint of regret growing in her eyes. "Y/n, please. Don't do this,"

“Maybe we should take a break,” you finally murmured, your voice thick with tears and filled with a painful thought about the rift that had hung over the two of you for months. "To give us clarity as to whether it all still makes sense."

Your words hung in the air as you both remained in a moment of paralysis, hearts heavy with the weight of the argument and the uncertainty about the future of your relationship. As it did, each flash cast an eerie glow across the walls and the shadows danced in wild patterns as if trying to mimic the relentless rhythm of your hearts. The natural spectacle seemed to plunge it into deepest darkness that triggered something in Amelia that she couldn't describe.

She walked towards you with slow steps before standing so close to you that a piece of paper barely fit between you. Her hand placed delicately and carefully on your wet cheeks, her fingers gently stroking your chin. "Am," you stated, knowing that settling an argument like that made things much worse and in no way solved the main issue. "We should really-"

"I hope you know that I'm only yours, right? Only yours," her dark and rough voice was deep with restraint as she whispered gently in your ear, her warm breath speeding up your heartbeat. Amelia already had you trapped and pressed between the wall and her own body, while her hand wandered dangerously close to your neck, ghosting over your delicate skin in slow motion. "Just because I work with a woman who flirts more than she works doesn't mean I reciprocate. I only belong to you.“

Her gaze flicked to your lips and she smiled dangerously at you. With the pad of one of her thumbs, she stroked your curved, provocatively attractive lips. Your breath hitched as the small touch sent a flutter of nerves to your stomach, goosebumps forming all over your body. Still, the anger, pain, and frustration of seeing Amelia and Eliza like that still lingered deep in your heart, an image you couldn't get out of your head. „Mhm,“

"Come on, y/n. Don't be naive. She just wants to get laid," you swallowed hard, blood rushing through your cheeks as she uttered the last sentence and your jealousy continued to skyrocket. „But the only one who will is you.“ she added to the previous sentence in a single shallow breath and a husky voice that made your knees tremble. 

Amelia´s hand shifted under your jaw before leaving trails of tingles, making you look directly in the warmth of her dark chocolate eyes. She laughed humorously as she ran her long fingers through your hair. „Y/n,“ she breathed, tightening her grip at the back of your head and you gulped, needing relief from the tension holding your body.

The world dropped away. Everything around you was a single blur, the only thing you could clearly focus on was her eyes locked on your own and the drumming of your pulse in your ears. You lifted a shaky hand to her chest, hearing her heart pounding rapidly against your palm. Her tongue darted across her lip, catching your gaze before our lips connected.

The kiss was slow, as though you both were content with savouring the waves of pleasure that washed over you. Amelia´s fingers on your hips shifted to trace your spine softly, the silent act of comfort warmed your hears as you tried to relax before she pulled away from you. "I'm sorry, my love. I don't want to lose you,"

[queer-irritator]

The Best Part... |Kratos x Fem Reader | Oneshot

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Content Warnings: Detailed sex, just a lot of smut, adult language. 

Word Count: 3386

No gendered language, but afab anatomy briefly described.

A/N: Since my main fic I’m writing is a slow burn, and I am so down bad for this baldy, I cranked this out. It’s my first time writing smut, so let me know if I fucked anything up, or if you thought it was good/decent!

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You were laying down with the cold, hard earth beneath you. You could feel the warm heat of the fire about a foot away from you, it was keeping you comfortable. You were staring at the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, your partner, Kratos. You had first met him two years ago, he had saved your life from a horde of draugr. Ever since you first laid eyes on his grumpy face, you were smitten. Of course, Kratos took a while to warm up to you. You slowly gained his trust, getting short answers instead of annoyed grunts. Then before you knew it he was telling you about his past. Seeing him be vulnerable was a rare sight, but a welcomed one. You can remember the look of disgust and self-hatred etched across his face when he had revealed that he was a god, and the mistakes he had made. All you could do in that moment was hold him as close as you could, hoping your actions could communicate what your words couldn’t. That was the night you told Kratos you loved him. Luckily, your actions had done what your words couldn’t. That was also the first night you had slept with Kratos. Which is what you were thinking about at this very moment. The golden glow of the fire accentuated his body, especially since he had taken off his armor for the night. “You are staring.” Kratos spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. He was cleaning some clothing, which he hadn’t broken his attention from. “I have a lot to stare at.” You retorted, shifting from laying on your back to on your side. You got a classic Kratos grunt in response. Sometimes you didn’t know if he was truly oblivious to your flirting, or if he just loved playing hard to get. You sat up fully, wiping some dirt off your hands. You were trying to decide how to best get his attention. Mimir was perched on a log-turned-bench across from Kratos, but he had seen much worse than your flirting. You looked to the sky to check the position of the moon. A bit early for Atreus to be asleep… but he had become invested in reading all he could about Gaia ever since Kratos had shared a story about her the other night. He’s spent every free second with his nose buried in a book, you basically had to yell his name to get his attention when he’s just sitting a foot away from you. You formed a decent idea to get Kratos to stop trying to get blood stains out of furs. You stood up and walked up behind Kratos, resting a hand on his bare shoulder, you peered over his head to see if he had made any progress cleaning. He hadn’t. “Love,” you started, “I can take care of that tomorrow. We don’t even have the right ingredients to get that out at the moment.” Kratos stopped scrubbing at the stain with a sigh. He didn’t like leaving chores for you to take care of. But you were right, he’d been scrubbing for five minutes straight and the stain had just gotten larger. “Fine.” Kratos reluctantly gave up and dropped the fur and the rag in his hands. You smiled, he was very slowly allowing you to take care of a few things around the house without too much resistance. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely and rested your cheek on his shoulder. Kratos turned his head slightly to look at you. He never knew if your antics meant you wanted to be held, or fucked… or both. So, he never initiated sex, no matter how many times you told him it was more than okay to do so. But his heart beat never failed to increase when you were this close to him. You quickly gave up waiting for Kratos to make the first move, so you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him softly. Mimir also never knew what your actions would lead to, so he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, and focused harder on reading the book propped in front of him. You shifted to straddle the log bench Kratos was sitting on, not breaking your kiss, but deepening it. Kratos had felt his stomach do a flip, he knew what you wanted. He turned his body so it was facing you more now and rested one of his hands on the small of your back. You left one of your hands on his shoulder that was closest to you, and slowly began to migrate your other hand to his chest. You parted your lips, inviting Kratos into your mouth. He gladly accepted, dipping his tongue into your mouth and cupping the side of your face. You moaned softly into his mouth and glided your hand down his abdomen. You could feel how aroused and how wet you were getting, this man did things to you that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. Your kisses were becoming more open-mouthed and sloppy, taking millisecond breaks to breathe before connecting once again. You moved your hand down further, resting it on the upper inside of his thigh, very close to his crotch. “Mmh.” Kratos grunted and broke off your make-out sesh. “What..?” You questioned him, starting to pull your hand away from his thigh. “Not that.” He assured you. “The head.” he turned his head to Mimir. “Oi, don’t mind me brother. Had to endure this hundreds of times before, what’s one more time?” Mimir truly didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t too loud or distracting from his book. Kratos grunted, annoyed. He made a mental note to survey the area for Mimir more often… “hundreds of time?” he thought. But for now he grabbed a nearby shirt he had been meaning to clean and tossed it over Mimir. He didn’t want to risk endless jokes about his genitals, but mostly he didn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You slid your hand back up Kratos’ thigh and began to kiss his neck, with his head turned, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You felt Kratos’ fingertips grip onto you a little bit tighter. It encouraged you to scoot even closer to him and place a hand on the back of his head, you settled on a spot near his collarbone to begin to suck and gently bite at his skin. Kratos let out a soft, quiet moan into your ear. You moved your hand over his crotch and began to rub him slowly through his pants, kissing and sucking at little spots going up his neck. He began to rub your waist, wanting to turn the focus more to you than him now. “Lay down.” Kratos instructed you softly. You detached yourself from his neck, feeling a little proud of the marks you’ve made on such a strong, stoic man. You obeyed his instructions and moved off the log, threw a blanket on the dirt and then laid on top of it, starting to take off your pants. Kratos had his knees on either side of your legs and took over for you, slowly pulling down your pants and underwear. You propped yourself up on your elbows slightly, watching every move Kratos was making. He quickly moved to help you take off your shirt as well. After he had considerately put your clothing on top of the log instead of the ground, he was hovering over you and kissed you in the middle of your chest sweetly. You smiled to yourself, every action he made with you was so gentle and loving. You used one hand to rub his shoulder. Kratos began kissing you all the way down to your lower stomach, you were very happy about where this was going and your eyes were glued to the man on top of you. He left one last kiss above your pubic bone and shifted your legs so that they were over his shoulders. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him and dove right in. It took everything in you not to let out a loud moan, but you were breathing heavy. Kratos started by licking you all over, he loved how you tasted and how wet you would get from just kissing him. He moved one hand to rest on your stomach and used the other to spread you open even more. He created the perfect amount of suction around your clit and used his tongue to add even more friction. “Fuck.” You moaned softly as you let your head drop back and were grinding against his tongue. Kratos was not a fan of cursing, but when you said it, especially how you just did, it went straight to his dick. He pressed his face deeper into you and moved his mouth even faster. You gripped the fur of the blanket beneath you and began to arch your back, you had to bite your lip to muffle your moans. Kratos took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, and that’s all you needed. “Oh… fuck, Kratos!” You were trying to be as quiet as you could, but he made it so damn hard. You let out a moan as you reached your climax and tried to push yourself closer into Krato’s mouth, if that was possible. He began to slow down, trying to extend your orgasm for as long as he could, using the flat of his tongue to slowly stimulate you. He knew you were done when your entire body relaxed, he pulled his mouth away and gave your inner thigh a kiss. Your chest was heaving, completely out of breath, but you managed to look down at the Spartan. He carefully unhooked your legs from his shoulders and sat up on his knees as he stared down at you, your chest moving up and down, your cheeks still red from your orgasm and the mess your hair was starting to become, he loved it. He loved you. “Fuck.” You simply stated as you stared back at him, trying to translate your feelings into words. “Sorry, I know you don’t like that.” You apologized for your language as you sat up. “Mh..” Kratos grunted, debating if he should tell you how he feels about it. “It is fine when you say it.” he admitted. You smiled at him and brought your focus to his pants, working on taking off his belt, “Really?” You questioned him, not fully believing him. “Yes.” he assured you. You got his belt off and set it aside, you rubbed his hips and looked up at him, “You know… I only say that when I’m left speechless.” You slid down his pants and watched his very erect dick spring free. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, its size and girth was always a little intimidating. Your words fed into the god’s ego a little bit, “Mhhh…” He hummed, almost like he was surprised to learn that information about you. He watched as you stroked him slowly before licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip and ran your tongue over the slit. You heard Kratos let out a pleased grunt before you took as much of him as you could into your mouth and began to suck him off, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Kratos’ heartbeat was picking up speed, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, careful not to push you further into his cock. He rested his hand on your cheek and you began to bob your head and stroke him faster, moaning around his length. Kratos’ breathing was starting to get heavy now and he clenched his teeth to suppress any sounds from escaping his mouth. You slowed down slightly, and decided to focus on the head of his dick again, swiping it back and forth with your tongue. The hand Kratos didn’t have on your face was clenched into a fist, because you were doing everything to make him a moaning mess, but he wanted to keep his composure. However, before he could lose it, he took an opportunity to stop you from continuing when you needed a breath of air. You looked up at Kratos when he stopped you, hands still wrapped around his swollen dick. You could see the lust in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you happily returned it. You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck and savor the kiss. But Kratos cut it short, he felt like if he didn’t get closer to you he might die. He carefully leaned you back, one hand on your head and one on your back. After sleeping with him a few times, you quickly realized Kratos’ favorite position was missionary, but you got him to mix it up once in a while. Kratos leaned over you and started to position himself to enter you, but before he did he locked eyes with you. You already knew he was checking in for consent, you gave his biceps a squeeze and nodded your head, “I’m ready, love.” You assured him. Kratos leaned down to kiss your forehead and then he slowly began to enter you. You tightened your grip on his arms and let out a soft gasp, he felt so good, like he was meant for you. Kratos had filled you up with his entire length, he was waiting for you to adjust to him before moving. But you had long gotten used to him, no longer needing time to adjust to his size, but he never skipped this step. “Please, Kratos…” You begged, not wanting to wait any longer. With your enthusiasm, he began to rock his hips into you at a steady pace, admiring your facial features as he fucked you. You let out a moan, louder than you meant to, and you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders and wrapped your legs loosely around him. You couldn’t form any thoughts when Kratos was in you, you could only think about the warmth radiating off of him and how fucking good he felt. Kratos started to increase his speed as he moved one of his hands to grip your waist, but was conscious to not hurt you. All you could do was moan softly over and over again, and occasionally lean up to give Kratos a sloppy kiss. You could feel your arousal building up again. You intertwined your fingers with his and pushed him up so his back was straight, changing his angle to hit you in all the right spots. “Yes… right there.” you encouraged Kratos, looking up at him as you felt yourself starting to become closer to your second orgasm. Kratos groaned slightly at your words and gently squeezed your hands as he started to go faster, deeper, and harder. You attempted to muffle your own moans as your nails dug into Kratos’ hand and with a few more thrusts you were cumming, your walls squeezing around Krato’s cock, the tightness bringing him to his own orgasm as well. He groaned in ecstasy as he came inside you and slowed his thrusts. You were, again, out of breath and you could feel the fur blanket under you becoming wet from your orgasm, you let go of Kratos’ hands and lets your arms fall to your side. You were thoroughly fucked and exhausted. Kratos leaned over you again and rested his forehead on your shoulder, stilling himself inside you, breathing heavily. He lazily kissed your shoulder and your neck before he willed himself off of you and pulled out, seeing his cum spill out of you. You could feel it, his cum slowly leaking from you, it was definitely one of your favorite parts of sex with Kratos. “Come ‘ere.” you instructed Kratos, who was just taking in the sight of you. He laid down next you with a slight grunt, the one you teased was his “old man grunt”. He slipped his hand under you and pulled you closer to him and kissed the side of your head.  “I love you.” he whispered in your ear. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made your heart feel so full. A big smile found its way onto your face as you turned on your side to face him, “I love you too.” you reciprocated as you rested an arm on his abdomen, right at the top of his scar, and hooked one of your legs around him and finally laid your head on his chest. This was your favorite thing about sex with Kratos. The love. The moments right after when you felt complete and whole and can hold him as tight as you can. You laid together, staring up at the stars in the sky and the moon in silence for what seemed like an eternity. But, in classic Kratos fashion, he eventually sat up and began to wipe away the mess between your legs and helped you get dressed. No matter how much you protested and insisted you were perfectly capable of cleaning and dressing yourself, Kratos insisted on helping you. Every time. When the two of you were dressed, you added the blanket you were laying on to the pile of washing to get done. The previously strong fire was now just some smoldering embers. Kratos released Mimir from his cloth prison and picked him up, ready to head to bed with you. “Aye, please tell me you washed your hands…” Mimir didn’t sound too confident. “No.” Kratos replied plainly as he held open the door to the house for you, closing it after entering behind you. Mimir let out a defeated sigh as he was set down in front of his book on the table. You let out a yawn as you spotted Atreus, who fell asleep sitting up in his bed with books sprawled out around him. Kratos put out the candles that had illuminated the small cabin and sat on the bed the two of you shared. He had insisted on sleeping closest to the door, of course. “Goodnight Mimir.” you whispered to the head. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Mimir replied, he couldn’t be annoyed or upset with you and Kratos. He was just glad to see Kratos truly happy, he deserved it after the life he’s had You climbed across Kratos to your spot in bed and snuggled up to him. “Goodnight, love.” You kissed his cheek as tiredness was taking over. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Kratos said as he wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes.

~Morning after bonus~

The next morning Atreus was up early, getting breakfast ready. You woke up to the smell of bacon cooking, still entangled in the arms of your lover. You lifted your head slightly to peer over the sleeping Spartan and smiled at Atreus. “Good morning, you’re up early.” you whispered to him, but it was no use because Kratos had opened his eyes. Atreus looked over to you and his Father, “Morning.” he smiled at the two of you, “Food should be ready soon.” Kratos sat up fully and planted his feet on the floor, “You fell asleep reading.” he stated to his son. Kratos had been on his back for letting his interests interfere with a proper night’s sleep. “I know…” he started to explain, “But I’m-” he stopped mid sentence and gave his father a strange look. “Father, did you get hurt?” he asked, motioning to his own neck. You could hear Kratos’ breath hitch as his hand went up to his neck, “No.” he deflected. Since he was in his 1000’s, if he didn’t specifically focus on healing an injury, especially a small one, it took a few days for them to go away. Atreus gave him a doubtful look. Kratos was not good at lying, anyone could see straight through them. He focused his energy and healed his body. “Uhm,” You piped up sitting up and peeking your head over Kratos’ shoulder, “We were laying down outside, looking at the stars and one of those rat things, you know the red ones? It snuck up on him.” You patted his shoulder, covering for Kratos’, “He’s kinda embarrassed about it…” Mimir was looking back and forth between the two of you and Atreus, seeing if the boy was really that naive. “Ohhh…” Atreus bought it. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Father. Those things are fast.” he set the food that had finished cooking onto a wooden slab to cool. “Mh…” Kratos just grunted and dropped his hand back down to his side. Mimir rolled his eyes, he was gonna have to explain sex better to Atreus than the horrible talk he could only imagine occurred between the boy and his father.

[deva-arts]

Has Vincent ever truly broken down and admitted to having real feelings? Every facade's gotta crack at some point.

Vincent likes to pretend he's uncaring and unempathetic (especially regarding Sera,) but he's surprisingly protective of others, regardless of who they are.

...

...In his own way, of course.

Teehee so I wrote something about this um I never post any written oc stuff so enjoy

Sunlight wafts through the curtains where the couple lay peacefully atop the bed. Nathaniel was finally home from a long shift at the medbay, and Seraphina had decided to take a break from tuning her weapons to stay with him for the day. Birdsong filled the room, and they savored the soft, sleepy embrace they were in; life pried them apart far too much to be wasteful with quiet moments.

Nathaniel pulls her a bit closer, then freezes, mental gears whirring. Seraphina noted the pause right away.

She pries her eyes open to squint at him. “What’s wrong.”

He still has the face on- the face that says he is trying to understand something absurd yet concerning. “I-…” As if trying to prove himself wrong, he feels for her ribs again over her shirt, following the curve as his hands enveloped her torso. Oddly enough, he even motioned to count each one, only to halt in yet another worried pause, lips pressed into a thin line.

Seraphina quietly observed him, raising an eyebrow. “…Hugs exist, Nathaniel. No need to reinvent the wheel with whatever this is."

Nathaniel stops, nonplussed, then he breaks into laughter, forgetting his previous alarm. Success. "Hah... Ahah.. No, it isn’t that…” His face falls back into a placid smile, and he pulls his hands away to sit up beside her.

Blast it all.

“It’s just that… Something is-“ He makes a vague motion with his hands. “-Different with your bone structure, but I wouldn’t be able to tell just what without proper scans.”

She blinked, sitting up to meet his expression. Were they really going to talk about this now? “Ah. Well that was kind of obvious, wasn’t it? I wouldn’t be able to function if I were a normal human with wings slapped on me.” …Was that wrong? Did he have some odd hope dashed regarding her skeleton of all things? Was he weirdly fascinated about skeletons???

He gave her a concerned, humorless grin. “I know that… But… Ser…”

Seriously? He was weirdly fascinated about skeletons?

Seraphina was unimpressed. “I fail to see how this is important at the moment, Nathaniel.” And right when they got some quality time...

Nathaniel didn’t respond. He looked away, his expression unreadable while he softly wrung his hands in thought. …She never liked when he got quiet like this. It always tugged her heart wrong.

Well, whatever it was, it was certainly worrying him to this point. Might as well hear him out. Sera gave his shoulder a light squeeze in an effort to be consolatory. This usually helped, right?

“… I was being... Harsh. What’s wrong, Liebe?”

Nathaniel hugs an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close by. So it’s a hug that works in this situation. Duly noted. She hugs him back, sweeping a wing over his shoulders.

He hums. “I…I don’t think I could practice on you and your brother with the same confidence as before.” He pauses. “All this time, I’ve been working under the assumption that you were just atypicals... But… No common atypicals have genetic variations that run that deep. They usually follow similar ‘rules’, so to speak.”

He drops his gaze to look at her. “I don't know how I've missed this, but I found something entirely different with a cursory check. Which means that I was operating on you with no clue about your bodily composition. All this time.” …Oh. Nathaniel remains ever pensive, even a little guilty.

…That...

"It also means that you've got a more heavily manipulated variation. At least enough to alter things to this point while still retaining humanoid anatomy." 

“…I see.” She says, hugging him a little tighter. His face softened a bit, which Seraphina took as a win as she considered his words. This was certainly a cause for concern... But… She also knew Nathaniel had a tendency to bear his responsibilities on himself rather harshly. He was probably beating himself up about it even now.

"You couldn't have known, Nathaniel." She says, trying to keep her tone easy.

He exhales. "That's the point."

Sera rests her cheek against his shoulder. “…Well. Even then. We’re alive, aren’t we?” Something told her this wasn’t the best way to lift his spirits. And she was right- he frowned in record time.

“You’re alive, until the next time you two inevitably get yourselves hurt, that is.” Nathaniel muttered. “What would I do then? Improvise if I encountered a new organ? use my imagination?”

“I doubt it’s to the point that I have new-“

“You doubt, but you don’t know.” He looks at her again. "And I don’t either.”

“…”

“…Can we please take a few scans in my office?”

They remained silent.

…

"...You won't let up about this, will you?"

"It's kind of important, Ser. We can cuddle later."

Seraphina huffed and kicked away the covers. “Never a dull moment…”

Nathaniel followed suit. “Let's be honest, who’d want a dull life, anyhow?”

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“You aren’t doing shit to her.” Vincent sneered.

Nathaniel sipped some of his tea. Wow. So much for asking him for reference. He decided to waste his breath a little more. “For the nth time Vincent, I’m trying to see how her anatomy works, and that info would be really useful so I-“

Vincent loudly interrupted him. “So you can what, you lanky fuck? see how different you are? Find excuses to— to break her down? Gut her like a fish?”

Sera walked into the room in some light sportswear. "Vincent, what are you talking about-“

“NO.” He snaps at her, then turns back to Nathaniel. "Fuck you, Sasquatch. You. Aren’t. Doing. Shit. To. Her. I’ll make sure of that.” Nathaniel kept watching on as he continued the insults. Hum. Sasquatch was a pretty genius insult, actually.

Seraphina rolls her eyes. “While I appreciate your sudden and unneeded sense of protection, I’ll remind you that Nathaniel is my partner.” She said. “I don’t need your approval. Stop harassing him.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. “You don’t know— You don’t know this. You say it’s okay but then they—” Seraphina interrupts him."There is no they, Vincent. There’s only one person here that will be doing this, and you’ve known Nathaniel for years-“

“I knew them for my whole life.” Vincent balled his fists until his knuckles popped. “My whole life. They only got worse, their ‘questions' became worse, and they never stopped, even though they knew me. There was always a reason to… To…!” He looks down, making a strangling gesture with his snarled hands, eyes filled with emotions she's never seen him express.

“So don’t blame me for seeing this as another obvious excuse. That’s what they all say- that— that they need answers, and then they WRECK you.” Vincent’s usual rasp of a voice almost seemed shaky for a moment. 

Nathaniel sets his mug down. "I'm not doing any of those things, Vincent."

"YET."

This was new. It was odd to see any sort of empathy displayed by Vincent, especially towards her of all people. Sera didn’t know what to say. Where were his complaints about her? the out of pocket comments? the impromptu call to something she’s inferior for?

…Why did it almost seem like he cared?

“It should’ve been you." He says between bloodied coughs as she pulled off the last wire relays. He had no more energy to keep fighting, nor stimulants to keep him moving. He sucks in another ragged breath to speak, eyes brimming with pure hatred. "All this time… You got to have everything. Everything, when you should’ve been hacked apart with me. You should've been in hell with me. I wish you were. Then they would have realized you’re nothing special, 02. Nothing worth missing. You’ve always just been a cheap replacement.” 

...Right.

Seraphina scowled. There was no way in hell that this cockroach was going to act chummy with her of all things. That bridge was burned the day they met.

“Look, you—“ Sera started to respond, but was met with Nathaniel’s “cut it out” face. Bother. She crossed her arms and let him handle the rhetoric.

“Alright Vincent, are you really convinced that I’ll hurt your sister somehow?” Nathaniel asked, crossing his arms with an odd, almost knowing glint in his eyes. So he did have a plan... But what was it?

“…There’s always an opportunity. ” He said lowly. If looks could kill...

“Fine, how about you stay in the room, then? You’d be able to see firsthand that it’s nothing to worry about.” Nathaniel gave him a bright smile. It was almost enough to make her forget what he just offered. Seraphina glared at him. “What.”

Vincent eyed him, judging him under criteria she couldn’t guess if she tried. “Alright, Sasquatch.”

WHAT.

"If you do something funny I’m destroying your clinic. Then you.”

Nathaniel didn’t hesitate to reply. “Sounds good.”

Sera gripped her crossed arms while Vincent took a seat on the opposite side of the room. Nathaniel grinned at her, shooting her a goofy two-eyed wink.

“Relax, Ser. It’s only some scans, your privacy won’t be violated if he’s there. I'm also making sure my clinic doesn’t get destroyed.” She hated how casual he sounded about this.

“I’m starting to hate your improvisations.” She grumbled.

“You forget that he lives with us.”

—

Vincent was… Honestly surprised after everything was wrapped up. It was like being shocked— no, wrong word— surprised, but in a good way- he didn’t have the term for that feeling yet.

His idiot knockoff was perfectly fine. Sober. Painless. Not even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Possibly a little awkward since he was there, but he had to be there, otherwise-

…

Otherwise…

…Really, what would that beanpole have done?

Vincent really didn’t know what he was so upset about. He did know Nathaniel for a long while, but... He also didn’t know what separated their coats from his. He wouldn’t risk it either way. Ever since the first day he looked into Sasquatch’s eyes, he knew there was something fucked up underneath.

...It didn't sit right with him.

Hell, he didn’t even have a word for a check this boring. Nice words? Gentle handling? No shoving into scanner machines? no electrocution? No VAST tech remotes? Not even the slightest threat or restraint? As Nathaniel promised, she was okay and unmoved as ever, staring at him with the sort of look that said “I told you so.” What she would never know is that he had no grounds to believe him before this. He’s never seen tests like these before.

It was eventually finished in around three hours time. Nathaniel had made a catalogue of important scans, cross-referencing whatever he found with some basic physical inspection that culminated in checking her range of motion, doing a modest external examination, and being overall professional. Vincent thought that being professional meant being extra good at heartlessness, like knowing how to keep working for hours to the sound of blood-curdling screams. Or making deep, precise cuts even when the subject is moving.

...His chest aches.

Vincent was certain that Nate was going to pull out earplugs at some point and was ready to wring his neck like a towel.

...

But he didn't.

He didn't do any of those things.

It was there that Vincent realized another thing. If this was all Sasquatch needed to piece together what was going on inside of her, then why did they do so many procedures to him under the pretense of doing the same? He expected force, vivisection, grueling trials, and humiliation. He expected to see suffering, gritted teeth, and uncaring faces. But none of that was supposed to happen. Only a light exam with happy words, full consent, and a sunlit room.

Vincent felt something overwhelming for a moment- the sort of emotion he would’ve immediately attributed to harrowing jealousy. But no, now he finally found the word for it. The word he never understood how to convey, since he felt it all the time and no one would listen.

Vincent felt hurt; unbelievably so.

Was he just dealt a shit hand at every turn in life? Why couldn’t he have nice things? Why was everything so fucked for him from day one?

Why could no one care?

He realized at that moment, that everything he was forced to learn was a mere casualty.

—

Seraphina stepped out of the scanner’s range and walked up to him. “See, Vincent? There was nothing you needed to break into histrionics about. I’m fi-“ “Shut up.” He cut her off, and shoved a data-port into Nathaniel’s hand. “You’ll find a better use for this.”

Nathaniel briefly looked it over. “What is-“

“You two proved me wrong. Good. I’m out, now.”

Before Nathaniel could even call for him, Vincent was already out of the circular window and speeding between the clouds. A trail of mist was left in his wake until his silhouette was too far to be seen.

Seraphina took the port from Nathan’s hands and observed; on it was a familiar logo- Venus Inc.

The organization that had apparently made them both. Whose existence Vincent loathed acknowledging, even in passing. The ones that nearly got ahold of her too, had she not been taken into hero work.

“Nathaniel.”

Nathan looked back at her, still looking out the window. “Yes?”

“Your insistence on him being there… You knew there was substance to his fear, didn’t you?”

“…More than you would think.” There was something unidentifiable in his eyes. She already knew it meant nothing good.

Sera held his gaze for a moment, then pocketed the port herself. She would have to look into this later. But for now…

She rubbed Nathaniel’s back a little, offering a small smile. “Tell me what you learned from these scans of yours.”

The wave of darkness lightened up a little, and he smiled back. “Well… It’s… I can’t say I know everything yet, but for one your arterial mapping is entirely different.”

Oh.

Oh no. She legitimately could not care less.

He was bursting at the seams to speak about it though. His eyes were twinkling about the wondrous joys of… Anatomical function…?

…Perhaps it would benefit from a tactical perspective…

“Arteries? Do tell.”

"See, when we were still getting to know each other, I patched you up under the assumption that you were an atypical or something of that nature-“ He starts, activating the hologram projector in the ceiling.

“Yes, you’ve said that.” She says, eyeing some of the scan results that come out.

...Hm. Maybe it was a little interesting.

Nathaniel smiles at something, and starts to gesture towards some of the stills. “But in truth-"

[staurraia]

Personal design: Giovanni

copy pasted: Giovanni (or Vanni) is kind of hard to understand and still a working project. However, most elements of her design remain intact since her creation. I can't scrub her of her sparkledog, but I do like to play up her brutality and ferociousness. She was originally a hellborn creature, but I don't know if I would go with this now. Nobody quite knows what Giovanni is, even before her little "incident," which left her disfigured. But she is generally assumed to be some sort of chimera, obviously. In the aforementioned incident, she had her entire torso destroyed essentially. Leaving her with mortal injuries to the majority of her organs and bones. She had to be repaired by the same human physician who put together Nurse. She lost her original torso and soft tissues mostly, but from what was salvageable, a new and improved one was fashioned. Her skin is latex like in all physical properties, reflective and even stretchy the way latex is. It resembles a one piece to adequately cover the damage done. Her arms faired better but suffered from corrosive burns. Her hands are possibly evidence of this, but it is likely her hands were raw long before she suffered the loss of her torso. Vanni's height (9") and her build make her an imposing opponent; despite her underdeveloped lower jaw, she has a nasty bite and large eggshell blue teeth. Mostly conical and similar in size and shape; for slashing and tearing, with chewing molars in the back. Her proboscis is also quite prehensile, often utilized as a third hand, especially for food. Anthros like Giovanni are uncommon but exist, they're mainly a recent phenomenon with the advancements of medical technologies. It's more common for anthros and mixed anthro/human people to have these transhumanist esque enhancements. Due to their often unique anatomy and the real threats in their world. Giovanni is a particularly unique, high-risk case. She has a taste for the sweet metal of blood and gets a rush from intense sparring sessions. Her fur is often matted with her own blood or her opponents'. Bruising, gashes, broken bones, bloody noses, and scars aren't uncommon either. She has a reputation for being aggressive and somewhat unpleasant. In battle, she is brutal and merciless, often playing the role of dirty mercenary. She's fair and curteous when she spars, but many scraps with her end in ''it's you or me". Vanni also takes up a secret life as a well beloved dominatrix. Mingling at the club she's employed at with customers and providing them service. Her being null technically via injury kinda makes her perfect for the role in my mind. Her biology was irreversibly altered by medical engineering.

Although the face anatomy is no longer accurate; her colors are still the same. I ended up just like the silly "elephant shrew" looking face more LOL.

[darkcrowprincess]

Luke, dying: Did you love me?

Annabeth: Like a—

Percy: Yes.

*Percy and Luke look into each other’s eyes and Percy kisses him gently.*

*I'm just going to go crazy with this! And borrow some inspiration from a show my mom likes called Grey's Anatomy. Also hope you don't mind me changing canon a bit.*

Nico didn't know what happened. At a certain point the whole building shook as if a tiny earthquake was happening. Loud painful screams filled everywhere. It terrified Nico because they sounded like someone familiar to him. They sounded like Percy Jackson.

Of course, before he could investigate Nico had slipped and hit his head from falling debre. He didn't know how long he was asleep. But he felt someone trying to wake him up.

"Nico wake up! Wake up I need your help!"

Nico finally did wake up, and he woke up to the last person he wanted to ever see. Blonde curly hair and silver eyes of one Annabeth Chase angrily starring down at him.

"Get up! I need your help!", the daughter of Athena stated. Not asked, stated, as if it was an already done deal. Nico ignores her and looks around. The room leading to the gods thrones and hearth is in shambles. Pieces of ceiling everywhere. Furniture broken, glass windows shattered. A pillar broken and fallen over is blocking the door way to the throne room.

"NICO! Are you even listening to me?"

"No. Where is Percy? You and Grover were suppose to be with him. What happened?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you! Percy kicked us both out of the room. Than he started making earthquakes happen!"

Nico's eyes widen at this, both in fear and worry.

"Grover went to get help, I've been stuck by the door trying to move debris. Percy won't listen. He's all alone in there with him."

"With who? What exactly happened?"

Annabeths eyes go sad.

~flashback~

"I'm not giving him a knife so he can kill himself Annabeth!"

"It's part of the Prophecy you have to!"

"Percy it will be alright. I'm your enemy anyway remember?"

"NO!"

When the deed was done it felt like Percy had stabbed himself too. What makes him break and shatter is that he hands the knife. It has to be him.

Percy holding Luke in his arms after stabbing himself, Annabeth kneeling next to them. Blood is staining Percy's arms. Luke's breathing is slowly down. His blue sky eyes look hazy and clouded.

Luke looks up to both of them. His voice asks desperately, "Did you love me?" A bubble of blood comes out of his mouth and stains his lips. It makes Percy start crying, desperate too for every second so Luke can stay longer.

Annabeth starts to say, "I've only seen you as a brother, but I dont-

Before she can finish the room starts shaking. Percy with a dark voice and the ocean in his eyes, "Annabeth stop it!" It scares Annabeth into dead silence.

Than Percy turns back to Luke, "She loves you ok Luke. Even Thalia and the other campers still love you ok. They were angry at what you did, but everyone still loves you. Your mom still loves you."

Luke stares at Percy, as if waiting.

"I love you too, ok Luke. So you can't die. You have so many people who still love you." Percy sobs in between words.

Luke finally smiles, and brings Percy's face close to his. " I love you Percy, I think I always have."

Luke gentle as a feather kisses a shocked Percy's lips. Blood staining his. "I'll try for reincarnation. Either way I'll see you in Elysium ok."

Percy's eyes go round with fear." No no no no, Luke you have to stay with me ok. Stay with me."

"We're soulmates Percy. We'll find each other again. I promise."

Luke's eyes flutter shut. And they don't open again. The light in Percy's eyes go with him. That's when the screaming, and the shaking of the whole building really starts.

~end flashback~

"You just left him in the room!"

"What did you expect me to do?! He almost killed us!"

Nico says nothing, just gives Annabeth a dark look. Than wordlessly grabs her arm and shadow travels into the room Percy is in. What they find is heartbreaking.

Percy leaning against one wall with a dead Luke in his arms. From how Percy has them positioned. It looks like Luke is just sleeping(if it wasn't for the blood and the paleness of death), with Percy leaning his head against Luke's neck.

Nico does not like the look in Percy's eyes. They look lifeless and numb. As if Percy is not all there.

Nico drops Annabeths arm and the both of them head towards Percy. Kneeling in front of him.

"Percy we need to go. The gods cannot find out you destroyed their throne room,"Annabeth says.

Percy doesn't answer. He just looks ahead at nothing. Holding Luke's dead body gently.

Annabeth goes to touch Percy. That's what finally gets a reaction.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Percy says this quietly, but cold. Sad. Darkness in his voice.

Nico drags Annabeth's hand away. Annabeth still doesn't take the hint. "Percy we need to move!"

"Leave me alone I want to stay with Luke."

Annabeth looks at Nico with wide troubled eyes. "Go stand over there. I'll deal with this," Nico tells Annabeth. She agrees. Which is a surprise, but Nico is grateful. Nico kneels closer to Percy but not touching him.

"Percy, I know you want to stay here with him. But you can't." Nico speaks softly and gently.

"Leave me alone." Percy voice replies dull and lifeless.

"Percy that's not Luke anymore."

Percy at that, holds Luke closer and closes his eyes tight. "Shut. Up."

"Percy the minute he died. Is when he stopped being Luke. His soul is probably in the underworld by now. I know you love him," Nico tears up at this, but pushes down his feelings and continues. He is a son of Hades.

"He probably loves you too. And someone who loves you like that would not want to see you do this to yourself. Because that's not Luke, not anymore"

At that Percy finally looks at Nico. There's a little life in his eyes. "You want to hear something crazy? I was never ment to be the hero in the prophecy. My whole job, was to hand Luke, the real hero. The knife to kill himself himself with." Percy starts laughing at this. With tears coming out of his eyes. One of his hands runs through Luke's hair. "My only job was to kill my soulmate at the right moment. Right before he died he was telling me he loved me. He loves me. And now he's dead from me helping him kill himself!" Percy starts sobbing and laughing. "Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't that the most ridiculous piece of crap you ever heard!" Percy than cries into Luke's neck. Nico starts crying too. He gently takes a hold of Percy's arm to hold him. Percy let's go of Luke(finally) and let's Nico hold him. Crying in his arms. Crying so loud it echos in the room. Nico rocks Percy in his arms saying nothing.

Luke's corpse stays leaning by the walls. Still looking like he's just sleeping.

@dark-emperor-ciska I took a lot from this scene in a show my mom loves called greys anatomy. I'm not a fan. But that scene this is based on hit me really hard. it gave me inspiration. If you want a link to said scene let me know. I hope you like this. I don't think it's any good.