#i think i placed pretty well in that luck chart from the beginning of this year? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

naminethewriter · 10 months

Text

How It All Began

Chapter Seven: Just the Beginning

Masterpost | First | Previous | Ao3

Story Summary: Remus, son of a simple fisherman, had worked hard to become the captain of his own pirate ship. And in his humble opinion, it was going great! His crew was small but reliable and they had just stolen something that could them some nice cash from a military vessel they happened to cross on the open sea. They just needed to hide it somewhere until it was safe to sell. How lucky for them that they come across a nice, uninhabited island.

Little did Remus know just who he would find on that little piece of land and how it would change his life entirely.

Content Warning: Pining (they have it so bad for each other guys), Bickering

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Remus hopped over the side of the rowboat and looked around. On first glance, it didn’t look much different than Logan’s former home, maybe a bit bigger. But it had sandy beaches, a dense jungle, and some cliffs, just like the last one. It was in quite different waters though. Nine months. It had been nine months since Remus had seen Logan. And he wasn’t even a hundred percent sure he was in the right place. (He was pretty sure though, he knew how to read star charts and Corbin did, too. It was just the anxiety talking.)

Figuring out the Spirits riddle and finishing their task only cost them a month, surprisingly. Getting all the way here though had taken them twice as long. The anticipation had nearly killed Remus, he hated waiting and even now his hand twitched towards his chest but the locket that used to calm him in situations like this was no longer there. He missed it, but he didn’t regret giving it up either. Not when it led him here.

Remus looked back at his ship where the rest of his crew could enjoy a well-deserved day off. Patton had wanted to accompany him, but Remus felt it best to meet with Logan alone first. Why he didn’t really know, he just wanted to have the immortal to himself a bit. A voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his brother told him that maybe he had a crush. He ignored it. Right then wasn’t really a good time to think about that.

Point was, Remus had come to the island alone. He pulled the rowboat onto the beach and tied it securely to a nearby palm tree. Afterwards he made his way towards the jungle, his trusty machete in hand. He didn’t intend on using it much. After all, he was sure Logan wouldn’t want him to disturb the environment more than strictly necessary. So that’s what he would do.

Remus wandered around the island for a good two hours. He had come across a stream around forty minutes in and followed it for a while, hoping that it would lead him to Logan’s camp, but no such luck. It ended up disappearing into a cliffside, so he decided to continue in another direction. He kept an eye on his compass to not get completely lost, of course, but maybe he should reconsider his strategy of just aimless wandering and hoping to come across any trace of Logan.

Maybe he should try calling for him.

He should have done that from the beginning. Why did he only think of that now???

Because he hadn’t wanted to disturb the environment, including the animals. Right. Still, he was running out of options otherwise, so it was worth a shot.

“Logan! Are you there?!”

A rustle.

A curse.

And then something came crashing down to the ground. Remus reacted before he could think. He blinked and suddenly he held Logan in his arms.

The scientist stared up at him, eyes wide behind his glasses that sat crookedly on his face. There was a small scratch on his left cheek, his sleeve on that side was torn and he had leaves stuck in his hair.

Both were too stunned to move for several moments.

“Hi, Lo,” Remus breathed eventually. The man in his arms started to blush profusely.

“Remus! Let me down please!”

“Oh, right, sorry, my bad.” Carefully, he set Logan back on his feet, only letting go once he was sure he was stable. “What happened?”

“I was observing a bird nest up in the tree. The eggs are close to hatching and the parents have grown used to me enough to let me watch from a few feet away,” Logan explained as he righted his clothing and glasses. Remus helped him by plucking out the leaves stuck in his hair. “I was on my way down when you suddenly called my name. I startled and lost my grip.” The pirate looked up.

“Oh, damn, that fall could’ve killed you! Though I can’t help but be curious to see how far your blood would have splattered.” He winced internally. Not something he should have said out loud. At least not in front of Logan, who he just almost killed. Again.

“Certainly would have been an interesting observation. If such a thing were to end up happening, please share the results with me.” Remus blinked. Right. He had forgotten how nonchalant Logan could be about the possibility of his own death. What immortality does to a guy, he guessed. And damn if it wasn’t attractive.

“Yeah, sure.” It was all he could think to reply as he felt his cheeks starting to get warm.

“Anyway, I am thankful for you saving me. It would have been inconvenient to have wait to talk to you because of my untimely demise.”

“Sure thing, think nothing of it.” The smile on Logan’s face was entirely unfair. How was Remus supposed to deny he’s crushing on him when he smiles like that???

“Congratulations on making it here. I hope you didn’t have to deal with too much hardship?”

“No, no, it was super easy! Just had to convince your siren friend that I didn’t want to exploit his government, solve one riddle, break into a library to steal a forbidden book, sail through Siren territory and give up the only heirloom of my family.” He said the whole thing in one breath staring at Logan’s impossibly beautiful eyes. “Piece of cake,” he added weakly. The other man raised his eyebrow in doubt.

“Please do not disregard your achievements like that.”

“No, really, it wasn’t that impressive! And I had my crew to help and everything. They did most of the research and stuff.”

“And you were the one to lead them to get here, Remus. Don’t forget that.”

Remus could feel how red his face was turning, so he looked away.

“Right. Anyway, how have you been doing? Gotten used to your new home yet?” Logan watched him skeptically for another moment before accepting the change of topic.

“Yes, for the most part. I have not quite familiarized myself with the island, but I have found a lot of specimens to study, both plant and animal alike. If you want, I can show you my notes.”

“Yeah, sure, I’d love that.” He could listen to Logan talk for hours, his mind supplied, and Remus realized that maybe he was falling harder than he had thought. He could have a crisis about that back on the ship, though. Right then he wanted to focus on Logan.

“I would also appreciate to hear about your journey in more detail, if you don’t mind.”

“No problem, I can do that.”

“Wonderful. Then, please, follow me.” Logan wore that smile again as he started to lead him away. Damn, Remus was so, so gay.

~~~

Once they got the conversation flowing, it was easier for Remus to ignore his racing heartbeat. He and Logan fell into an easy rhythm of talking about the former’s travels and the latter’s research. So much so that they both forgot the time as they sat on Logan’s mossy bed, drinking tea like the first second time they met.

They both only realized how late it had gotten when another voice rang through the trees.

“Captain! Where are you! Remus! Answer me, please!”

“Aw, shit, Patton,” Remus flinched, looking up to see the stars sparkling through the canopy. “He must be worried sick.”

“It sounds like it, indeed,” Logan agreed, looking guilty. He quickly grabbed an oil lamp from next to the bed and lit it in the still burning fire pit. “Let’s go. We should be able to spot him in the dark.”

“Right.” Remus listened a moment to see where the yelling was coming from, before moving in that direction and calling back, “I’m here, Pat! I’m fine!”

“Oh, thank the Spirits!” Patton’s sigh of relief was still audible, so he couldn’t be far. Remus grabbed Logan’s hand and pulled him along. Not even a minute later, he spotted the soft glow of another lantern. Patton came into view shortly after. His look of relief as he spotted his captain quickly turned into a frown. Remus still managed to speak first.

“So sorry, Pat. I didn’t even realize how late it was!”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?! That’s why I didn’t want you to go off alone! I know you do this more often than not but usually you go for exploring’s sake, not to find someone! You get reckless when it involves other people! What if you got hurt and Logan hadn’t been here!”

“Oh, come on. I’ve always got myself out of my messes so far.”

“That’s exactly it, ‘so far!’ What if this was the one time you hadn’t! You’re more than my captain, you’re my friend, Remus!”

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry for worrying you, Pat.”

“I apologize for keeping him as well, Patton. I should have paid more attention,” Logan added, standing behind Remus. Patton seemed to only then fully register that he was there and immediately pulled him into a hug.

“I’m just glad to see you’re safe, we were both very worried about you when you suddenly weren’t on the island anymore!”

“I am immortal, there is no reason to worry about me.”

“Nonsense! You, too, are my friend! You can’t stop me from worrying!”

“I see. Then, thank you for your concern, Patton. I am truly alright.”

“Good,” he huffed, finally calming down. “So, what’s the plan now?”

“Oh, right. I kinda forgot to ask about that,” Remus laughed sheepishly.

“What? You’ve been out here for hours! What have you two been talking about then?”

“Everything else?”

Patton sighed.

“I should have expected as much. Logan? Would you mind filling us in?”

“Oh, uhm. I actually don’t know much about that either.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I was told to contact my patron once you made it here, so I will go do that and then inform you of the results of that discussion tomorrow.”

“Isn’t it too late for that now? You should sleep.” Remus suppressed a snort. Leave it to Patton to try and parent an over 140-year-old immortal.

“I appreciate your concern, Patton, but I assure you that I do not require as much rest as you do. My patron will also not care which time of day I contact her.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Patton relented, though reluctantly.

“I am. Please return to your ship, I am sure your other crewmates are also worried.”

“Right! Remy wanted to come along but I told him no because I was worried about him meeting Logan.”

“Definitely the right call, Pat.” Remus ruffled his friend’s hair before turning to Logan. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yes. See you then.” With one last wave they parted and Remus pulled out his compass.

“Let’s go, I do not want to be lectured by anyone else.”

“If you didn’t want to be scolded then pay more attention to your surroundings.”

“I already apologized, Pat!”

~~~

Logan continued to listen to the two of them fondly bicker with each other until their voices faded into the night. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized just how worried he’d been for them. Knowing they made it here… It was like he could breathe more deeply again. He shouldn’t waste more time.

It didn’t take Logan long to return to his camp and locating the artifact similarly was easy to do. With the softly glowing sphere in hand, he made his way to his usual meeting spot with Janus, a small bay on the other side of the island from where Remus’ ship was anchored. Logan had been given the artifact by Lady Ala and told to throw it in the ocean once ‘his chosen’ had arrived. The title made him flush for some reason. It felt… like a very intimate way to refer to Remus, though he suspected that his patron hadn’t intended for it to be interpreted like that.

He didn’t rush his walk, enjoying the cooler night air. Of course, he could do so every evening if he wished but with the knowledge that Remus was close by and safe? Made it more enjoyable somehow.

After around fifteen minutes he arrived at his destination and without much hesitation he threw the sphere as far as he could into the water. From the shore he could see it float on the surface for a short moment, its glow making it easily enough to spot before it began to sink down. The glow didn’t fade however. Logan stood there and watched for a few minutes until he decided to sit down in the sand to wait. Whoever he called would probably take some time to arrive.

Logan ended up spacing out, so when the sea finally started to ripple, announcing the arrival of someone, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Not that he cared much. He stood, wiping the sand off of his pants and watched as Janus emerged from the gently waves of the night.

“Thank you for coming,” he greeted the siren once he had taken his usual place sitting on a nearby stone that sat just underneath the water’s surface. Logan was very certain that all these rocks Janus used as chairs weren’t natural. There was no way every single island he had lived on so far had one of them so conveniently located just off the shore of a small beach area, not to mention how smooth they all were. Though, as a being with the Elemental Spirit’s blessing, he could easily understand where they came from.

“Logan. So good to see you,” Janus hummed with a too sharp smile. “How are you feeling?”

“I am adequate. And yourself?”

“Just peachy. I love being woken up in the middle of a good sleep.”

“I apologize, but I was told to use the artifact when Remus got here, no matter the time of day.”

“Indeed. And yet they arrived here quite a while ago. So, what took so long?”

Logan furrowed his brows.

“You were aware of their arrival?”

“Of course! We were aware of their position at all times. As we are of all who attempt the Council’s challenges.” Janus inspected his nails as he spoke, displaying his complete disinterest in the topic. But Logan couldn’t help but think back to his time on that ship. If they had watched them the entire time, then they had known he was...?

No, he shouldn’t assume.

Just because they were watching the ship travel, doesn’t mean that they knew what was going on on board. And even if they had known, why would they have interfered? His fate had nothing to do with them at that point.

His suffering meant nothing to them at that point.

He took a deep breath. No point in digging up painful memories. He should focus on the situation at hand.

“Regardless,” Logan continued. “How do things proceed from here?”

Janus smiled again, exposing his teeth as he pulled the sphere Logan had used to call him here into view.

“We will contact Lady Ala and she will explain further.”

“At another time then?”

“No, right now.”

“That is possible?” Logan asked, genuinely surprised. Every other time he had spoken to his patron, it was at a previously set time and place. He was not aware that spontaneous contact was an option.

“It is,” Janus confirmed. “It is not commonly used and still requires some preparations, however, in this circumstance, you have already done most of that. By joining this artifact with the sea again, not only I but Lady Ala as well has been notified. And since we were already aware of the pirate ship’s arrival here, we were expecting your call. She will not be physically present, but we will be able to speak with her.”

“I see.” Logan watched as Janus held out the sphere in front of himself and his eyes started glowing. A pillar of water slowly rose from the ocean to meet the artifact and, assumingly, create the connection to Lady Ala. It was fascinating to observe and Logan would have liked to ask questions about the process, but Janus has always refused to tell him anything about the intricacies of magic. Whether that was because he wasn’t allowed to or simply didn’t want to bother, Logan didn’t know.

“My Lady,” Janus said eventually. For a moment Logan thought that maybe he wouldn’t be able to hear his patron’s side of the conversation and Janus would have to act as a messenger, but that worry was quickly proven wrong as Lady Ala’s voice rang through the air.

“Janus. Logan. I hope you are well.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“I am fine, your Grace.”

“Wonderful. Then let us not prolong this discussion. Your chosen has returned, Logan?”

“Yes, earlier today.”

“I am glad. He indeed shows promise. What he offered to the fountain was most satisfactory.”

“I am relieved to hear you praise him.” Logan resisted the urge to bow. His patron didn’t like the gesture and presumably couldn’t even see him at the moment. It was one of many behaviors from court he still couldn’t quite shake.

“Does he intent to continue with the trials?”

“Yes. He is still determined to complete them.”

“Very well. Then we will prepare another for him, but it will take some time. From here on, the tasks will not only carry dangers with them, but also lead to him and his to make enemies amongst your kind. He needs to be prepared to live with such consequences.”

“I will tell him, but I am sure he will accept regardless.”

“As am I. Logan, do you wish to aid him on his quest?”

Logan had avoided his eyes from the artifact so far – not on purpose, just another habit – but that question made him look its way immediately.

“If I am allowed to, yes.”

“There will be limits to your involvement and you are not allowed to neglect your research, but we will allow you to assist him for some of his tasks.”

“Thank you very much, your Grace.”

“You are very welcome, my dear Logan. I will send Janus to deliver the next task to your chosen soon.”

“We will wait patiently.”

“Good. Then I wish you a pleasant night. Oh, and Janus?” Logan had forgotten the siren was a part of the conversation, though he seemed to need a lot of focus to keep the connection stable. Still, he responded instantly.

“Yes, my Lady?”

“Give him the item. Something so precious should be returned to its owner.”

“I understand, my Lady.”

“Thank you. Please give Virgil my regards.”

“He will be happy to receive them.” With that, the water pillar beneath the artifact fell away and the glow in Janus’ eyes receded. Logan took a deep breath. He hadn’t noticed in the moment, but there had been a pressure in the air that had made him tense. Possibly a side effect of the magic.

“Well then,” Janus spoke up, pulling Logan out of his thoughts, “it seems that everything is working out for you, isn’t it, Logan?”

“What are you implying, Janus?”

“Nothing. I am just stating facts. You found yourself quite the man.”

Logan’s face burned.

“What— what are you saying?! Remus is not— He is not my anything!” Janus laughed loudly at his embarrassment.

“You do have a cute side after all! How fun. Makes me almost look forward to having to put up with this whole thing,” he joked before pulling something out of the ocean. Something familiar. He tossed it over to Logan, who just managed to catch it. It was a chain with a very familiar locket.

“Give it back to the pirate. He must have missed it terribly.” Without waiting for a response, Janus dove into the waves and disappeared.

Logan stared at the metal in his hand before he smiled.

Remus was going to be so happy.

~~~

“I see. So we got to wait a bit.” Remus had come see Logan early the next morning, sneaking off the ship before Patton could catch him. From what he had told Logan, Patton had continued to scold him on their way back and made Remus apologize to their entire crew. Which he would have done anyway, just not in that manner. So, as a little revenge, Remus had gone off to see Logan alone again.

“Yes. It shouldn’t take all that long, however, I think. A week at most if I were to guess,” the immoral explained, digging his toes in the sand. He and Remus sat on the beach, though at the border of the jungle. They had moved here after Remus had found him at his camp since the pirate guessed that Patton might end up chasing him down and neither wanted him to wander around the island again. No need to stress the man further.

“That should be fine. There’s a decent port about a day away if we need to restock, so, if necessary, we can leave and be back here relatively quickly.”

“There are quite a lot of edible plants and fruits here as well if you need supplies urgently.”

“Yeah, we’ll manage to sustain ourselves, I’m sure.” They were both quiet for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s company. “Do you have any clue what we’ll need to do? Or how long it’ll take?” Remus asked eventually. Logan shrugged.

“I cannot say anything with certainty. My patron simply warned me that it will involve further danger and that you might make some human enemies.”

“Well, that’s no big deal. Already have a few of those,” Remus chuckled as he laid down on the sand. “The pirate’s life, you know.”

“I can imagine, yes.”

“What about you though?”

“What about me?”

Remus looked up at him.

“Will you be involved in what happens next with this whole quest thing?”

“As far as I know, yes. I was asked if I wanted to help you and I said yes. I will need to continue my research and I won’t be allowed to aid with everything, but I will be able to help you with some things.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Remus smiled so brightly after his explanation and Logan could feel his cheeks heating up, so he quickly looked away. He shifted nervously and that’s when he felt something move in his pocket.

Oh, right. He almost forgot.

“I have something for you, actually.”

“Oh?” Remus pushed himself up slightly in interest, watching Logan intently as he pulled the chain out. Once the locket attached to it entered his field of vision, his eyes went wide.

“My patron told me to give it back to you,” Logan explained as the pirate quickly sat upright again and slowly reached for the pendant. “She said it was too precious to be separated from its owner.”

“I didn’t think I’d see it again,” Remus whispered, carefully stroking along the locket’s edges.

“I assume that was part of the point. But the Spirits are not cruel if you show you respect them properly.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Logan watched as Remus carefully yet tightly held onto the locket. Its significance to the other must be more than he had previously understood.

“I’m glad it was returned to you.”

“Me too.” Again, there was quiet between them, before Remus suddenly sat up uncharacteristically straight. “But you know what? I think you should keep it.”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, stunned at the sudden proposal. “Why?”

“Because—” Remus paused, seemingly struggling to find the right words. “Because you can keep it safe here. When I gave it up, I knew what I was doing. It’s important to me, but I really wanted to show my sincerity so nothing else could have taken its place. But now that I’ve got it back… I’m worried I might lose it again if I take it with me. If you have it, then I can sleep soundly knowing you’ll take good care of it. And it gives me another reason to come back and visit you.”

By the end of Remus’ speech, both of their cheeks were tinted red. The pirate had grasped Logan’s hands in his own, the locket held between them. His eyes showed how sincere he was.

“Okay,” Logan agreed weakly, a bit overwhelmed by the sudden show of trust. “I’ll keep it safe,” he added, stronger.

“Great. Thank you, Logan.” Remus’ smile and the tone of voice he used when he said his name were entirely unfair, Logan decided as he took the chain from the pirate’s hands and put it around his neck. The locket sat as a comfortable weight on his chest. Not too heavy but noticeable. Logan could see how it could have a calming effect on Remus. Speaking of, the pirate pushed himself on his feet.

“I should get back. Even if Patton’s not awake yet, someone else surely is and I do owe them an explanation finally.”

“Yes, I understand. I have research to get back to as well,” Logan said as he stood up as well.

“Next time I come over, it’ll probably be with a bunch of curious idiots, so be prepared.” Remus’ grin was infectious and Logan couldn’t help but smile himself.

“I will keep it in mind.”

“Good. See you then, Lo Lo.” Logan was not prepared to be pulled into a hug by the pirate and before he could react, the other had let go and stepped away. He waved after Remus, hoping that the shade hid the new redness on his cheeks.

~~~

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Remus called loudly across the deck. He stood on a wooden crate with his crew assembled in front of him. The conversations they had between each other quickly died and they focused their attention on him. “You all know I enjoy keeping you all a bit in the dark about my plans and such, and you have been very patient with me, but it is finally time for me to tell you what exactly we’re doing here!” He received some skeptic looks but nobody spoke up to interrupt him. Patton stood off a bit to the side, watching their reactions.

“A few months back, when we stopped at that island to hide the admiral’s seal, I happened to stumble into a guy. He appeared to just live there and long story short, I shot him. Which led to him falling off a cliff and dying, but!” Remus paused for dramatic effect, very much enjoying being the center of attention. “The next day I went back, he was back! Yes, as hard as it is to believe, that random guy was an Immortal!”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he heard Remy murmur, too quiet to be an intended interruption, so Remus continued his tale.

“I got him to talk with me for a bit and he told me a bunch of stuff about Sirens, the Elemental Spirits, and their Council. And that’s when I had the most brilliant idea! I asked him if it were possible for me to meet the Council! He, of course, couldn’t decide that on his own, so I hid the seal with his help and we all set off to different adventures, as you all surely remember. The plan was to ask about the meeting once we got back. When we did, he wasn’t there anymore. Instead, I talked to a siren!” That time he could hear Elliot gasp. After they read that Woodworth book, they became quite the fan.

“It was that siren that gave me the note which eventually led us here! And right now, on that island—” He pointed toward the shore. “—lives the Immortal now. His name is Logan and he’s a researcher. The details he can give you yourself, you’ll have plenty of time to ask him questions because we’ll be here a bit.” For the last bit, Remus turned down the dramatics. He didn’t want to make Logan out as some unapproachable cryptic.

“And why is that, Captain?” Missy asked, leaning against Toby’s side. She seemed more amused than intrigued by the whole story, though Remus supposed, she was never one to get excited about the Elemental Spirits and similar legends. She was more a more down-to-earth kinda person.

“Great question, Missy!” he grinned at her. “The reason is that we’ll be given a new task from the Council to fulfill to prove our worth. And it won’t be the last either.” Remus sat down on the crate, getting more serious as he continued. “What we have here is an incredible opportunity. This is a once in a lifetime chance kinda deal. But this is something I asked for because it is something that I want. And I won’t give up on it. But it is a dangerous affair. It will make enemies for us. And if we upset the Council, it could have dire consequences. So, if any of you don’t wanna do this, I understand. I’ll bring you wherever you want. But you can’t talk me out of it.”

There was a moment of quiet as everyone considered his words carefully. It wasn’t often that he got so serious, so they knew they had to take it seriously as well.

“I’m staying,” Remy spoke up first. “This is probably the stupidest thing we’ve done so far, and I honestly don’t really want to meet those Council guys, but I don’t mind helping you get there. Sounds like it’ll be interesting at least.” Next to him Emile smiled and nodded along.

“I wanna come along to meet them!” Sloane announced with a bright grin.

“I should know better, but same,” Corbin agreed and immediately got tackled into a hug by his boyfriend. Toby shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of ‘it’s something to do’ and Missy seemed to agree with him. Patton had already been on board, which left…

“What about you, Elliot? You stupid enough to come?” Elliot flinched as they were directly addressed, staring at Remus for a moment before shaking themselves out of it.

“I want to go. I want to learn more about the world,” they said with certainty. Remus grinned.

“Great! Then let’s party! An adventure awaits us!”

Everyone cheered loudly and Remus couldn’t be happier. This promised to be so much fun!

3 notes · View notes

heliads · 2 years

Note

hey, lisa!!! sorry i haven't interected that much lately, it's just that i have so much to study, i swear, chemistry is going to be my death someday

anyway, first of all i just wanted to thank you for tagging me in all that stuff! it was very fun to do and i was happy you thought of me when tagging you friends <3

and now i have a LOT of teen wolf updates for you! i'm nearing the end of season 6 and honestly i haven't been watching it because i don't want it to end. i'll miss the characters so much!!! i'm already missing stiles, tbh, but let me start from season 5, i'll try to be succint

crystal reed coming back as marie-jeanne was perfect. i missed her, and even though she wasn't playing allison it was still ver nice to see. also, that scene where gerard says that lydia is a lot like her and she says "but i'm not an argent" and then turns to chris and "and i'm not allison" my heart BROKE. kira leaving was so sad too, i loved her with scott and her fighting scenes were golden.

the scott and stiles fight had me in a chokehold, i was DYING, when they finally made up i was extremely relieved. also, lydia in eichen house, oh god, that guy drilling a hole in her head, her catatonic state... that whole season was meant to kill me i swear. stiles rescuing her was very cute, though, i loved it.

when it was revealed that mason was the beast................. i swear i was screaming. this season was meant to kill me, there's no other answer. kira showing up and sending theo to hell, lydia screaming to save mason, it was CRAZY. i loved it and i think it was one of my favorite seasons.

now, season 6............. STILES DISAPPEARING. THE SCENE WHERE HE DISAPPEARS. his father not remembering him physically hurted. lydia saying she wouldn't forget him, he saying she would and asking her to remember all those little moments and then saying that he loved her and being dragged out of the car HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME. i must have spent 15 minutes describing this scene to my sister and screaming and crying, really. and i'm skipping a bunch os stuff but THEIR KISS. lydia saying "i never said it back" and stiles "you don't have to" AND FINALLY THE KISS. i loved but then i found out it was their last kiss and got depressed, well.

now, about season 6 other details, i loved stiles meeting peter in the train station. i loved that he sacrificed himself for malia. i love malia, period. when they visited that other town where the banshee was left behind, it gave me goosebumps. stiles's mom being there... i cried. when scott, malia and lydia were trying to remember stiles, all the flashbacks, it was so pretty!!!! i loved everything about it.

well, i guess that's it, or at least was all i could remember right now. please tell me your opinions about it as well! and thanks for listening my rambling, especially about stydia, you're really lovely!

it is so good to hear from you!! no i totally get the chem thing, i'm in chem too rn and it is consuming all of my time.

for teen wolf,, seasons five and 6a are my favorites by a long shot. the dread doctors (my beloved) and the wild hunt (also my beloved) are my favorite villains. they're just so fun!!

but no really, season six beginning with stiles disappearing literally shook me to my core. it was all done so well! vibes off the charts. i do truly miss kira, although lydia's girlbossery never fails to disappoint.

i love hearing your teen wolf updates! reminds me of how fun it was to watch in the first place. i'm living vicariously through you lol. i hope your school year is going well! best of luck in chem <33

#not writing

2 notes · View notes

persimmono · 3 years

Text

🌷pick a card: your next relationship🌷

Hey guys! Choose a Pandora Hearts character from the image above using a method that works for you to find out who you are dating next. Pile one is Xerxes Break (my one and only), pile two is Liam Lunettes, and pile three is the beloved Sharon Rainsworth. Once you’ve picked, click/tap keep reading and find your pile to read the interpretation. Hope you enjoy :D

Pile 1: Xerxes Break

Wheel of Fortune, Ace of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, 7 of Wands, Ace of Wands, 8 of Swords on bottom

Right now, you may be in a place of mental anguish- you might feel stuck or trapped and needing to rest. But your luck will change, perhaps during a Saturn return, and you will fall in love with someone patient, hardworking, cautious, and meticulous. They could be a Virgo or have significant Virgo placements. They are a bit stubborn and persistent- boundaries will be important for you guys. They are creative and passionate as well. They may also have Jupiter placements in their chart.

Chemistry, Reunion, Reconnection on bottom

The two of you will work well with each other, and they are likely someone you already know. They could be someone that you’ve known in the past.

4 of Wands, 6 of Cups, King of Swords, 2 of Cups on bottom

There will be stability and emotional understanding in this connection. Someone in the relationship, likely your person, will be very logical and pragmatic as well. Their love language could be acts of service. They will like authenticity and being honest with you. They may have Aquarius placements in their chart. Again, you two might have a history...childhood friends or previous lovers is possible.

Magnolia, Primrose on bottom

Your person seems very refined. They have good self-esteem and they carry themselves with self-respect. They feel very committed and stable. They aren’t someone that likes to flake out...a more serious energy. Despite this, they are romantic and will feel a lot of love for you. Spring might be important for you guys for some reason.

The Rider, The Moth, The Heart, The Key, The Fish on bottom

You may ask them out or have a conversation, a question for them, something like that...and they will want to tell you that they are finally open to love as a response.

Song: Who by Lauv ft. BTS

Thanks for stopping by! 🌻

________________________

Pile 2: Liam Lunettes

The Tower, 10 of Swords, 10 of Wands, Ace of Cups, 10 of Cups, 6 of Wands on bottom

You guys will fall in love with your next person after a massive event in your life. Something will be shaken up abruptly and lead to a major ending. It will be something that made you feel heavily burdened and maybe even abandoned. After this happens, you will meet someone new that will pour all of their love and care into you. They will make you feel like you belong and like they are the ultimate wish fulfillment. There’s an abundance of love and support in this relationship- it will definitely be a victory for you. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are the type to hype you up as well. You or your person may have Pluto placements.

Gladiola, Bellflower on bottom

Your person will admire your strength for persevering through this sudden ending, and they will be grateful to have you in their life. You two will also share little moments of joy together and really appreciate the small things. I’ll share the quotes written on the cards as well:

“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experiences of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” - Helen Keller

“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” -Melody Beattie

4 of Cups, 10 of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups on bottom

You may sink into an apathy of sorts because of this ending, but your person will nurture you in a practical yet romantic way. They may be very financially stable as well. They could have Capricorn and Pisces placements.

Boundaries, Divine Intervention on bottom

Make sure to be mindful of your boundaries and their boundaries in the relationship. Know that whatever ended for you could have been the universe redirecting you to something better and more suited for you.

The Bouquet, The Ship, The Bear, The Heart on bottom

Your person will be a gift that only wants to protect you. They may look after you from afar. They will have a lot of love for you.

Song: Clouds by Before You Exit

Thanks for stopping by! 🌸

Pile 3: Sharon Rainsworth

9 of Swords, Ace of Swords, The Emperor, Page of Wands, The Hanged Man, Two of Swords on bottom

You’ll be in a place of anxiety and worry before you date your next person. Something will be on your mind, maybe you’ll just have a lot on your plate. This is when your person will send you a message or an offer. They’ll try to strike up a conversation with you. It’ll be something quick, passionate, and potentially flirty. They’ll just want to talk with you, but you will sit on it and contemplate this person before doing anything. You’ll feel a bit conflicted and stagnate on their advances/offers. Your energy will be hesitant while theirs will be confident, passionate, and enthusiastic. They could have Aries and Pisces placements.

King of Cups, Knight of Wands, 8 of Cups, Queen of Swords on bottom

They are someone that is emotionally mature, yet energetic and optimistic at the same time. They likely have water and fire heavy placements in their chart. Despite their efforts, you will want to run and abandon the whole thing altogether. You’ll be more cold and keen on listening to your logical mind while they tune into their emotional side. Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Libra energy.

Honeysuckle, Hibiscus, Violet on bottom

They’ll think that you are beautiful and pretty. The relationship, despite some uncertainty at the beginning, will be full of love and commitment. You two will be supportive of each other and the energy is almost doting- very sweet. You may be a bit on the shy and quiet side, accepting their affection with modesty and humility.

One-Sided Love, Retreat, Soul-to-Soul Connection on bottom

You may have dealt with a one-sided situation in the past, so when your next person approaches you, you will back away out of fear. You just don’t want to be hurt again. This explains the hesitancy on your part at the beginning of the relationship. However, there’s no reason to worry. You’ll connect with this person on a deeper level.

The Sun, The Fox, The Bouquet, The House on bottom

Either you’re going to try to sneak away from happiness and all this person has to offer, or they are going to try to clarify something by offering a clever/sneaky gift.

Song: Magic Shop by BTS

Thanks for stopping by! 🌿

#pick a card #tarot reading #pick a picture #pick a pile #divination #witchblr #pac #tarotblr #tarot community #pandora hearts #xerxes break #liam lunettes #sharon rainsworth #mochijun

504 notes · View notes

scuttling · 3 years

Text

(You Want To) Make a Memory

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 19,858 Chapters: 5 of 5 Complete Tags: 18+, NSFW, Amnesia, Anxiety attacks, Sex dreams, Dom/sub, Daddy kink, Praise kink, Unprotected sex, Vaginal fingering, Dirty talk, Choking, Biting, Hickies, Oral sex, Making love, Angst and feels, Shower sex, Size kink Summary: Sophie gets amnesia while working a case and forgets everything from the last two years: her friends, her job at the BAU, and her boyfriend, Aaron. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. :)

Link to AO3 or read Chapter 1 below!

The thing Sophie finds most complicated about her work at the BAU is that it’s their job to predict the unpredictable. Yes, they are all highly educated, knowledgeable profilers, with decades of experience between them, and human behavior typically follows patterns that are easily discernible if you have the right training. But even armed with all the information, all the statistics, all the data, there’s one thing they can never really know for certain: what a desperate person will do in the heat of the moment.

The unsub they are looking for is a white male, aged 25-35, who lives alone, has a steady daylight job, drives a red pickup truck, and has a problem with older female authority figures. Sophie could go on and on about this particular type of unsub—she could tell you where he shops, how he spends his evenings, his favorite sport/team/player, probably even what he’ll eat for dinner tonight—but there’s no way she can know how he’ll react to the FBI at his door, or the consequences his actions will have.

The team is canvassing the neighborhood they believe the unsub resides in, and she and Spencer were assigned the four hundred block; they each take a separate side of the street, and work their way down house by house trying to find someone who fits the profile, or knows someone who does.

“Any luck?” Sophie asks Spencer when they meet back up at the end of the the block. He grimaces, uncertain.

“There was one guy, but…” She gestures toward the SUV and they walk toward it together.

“What happened? Profile didn’t fit?”

“He was the right demographic, the vehicle fit, but he wasn’t disorganized. In fact, his home looked like it belonged in a catalog: photos on the walls, decorative items, nothing out of place.” She frowns a little, because it’s clear this guy has raised some red flags for her partner, and she trusts his intuition when it comes to stuff like this.

“And he lives alone?” she asks, confirming. That’s a pretty big part of the profile, considering what he does to the victims. He nods.

“Yes, no indication of a girlfriend or wife living there.” Sophie blows out a breath, leans against the side of the SUV.

“Okay, let’s brainstorm. Maybe... he hires a housekeeper.” Spencer shrugs.

“He didn’t seem like the type, but I guess it’s possible.”

“Alright, well… Okay, so our profile is of a man who kills older women because he has an issue with an older woman who is an authority figure in his life. We thought maybe his boss, but what if it’s his mother?” she asks, face lighting up a little. This theory makes more sense, actually. “What if she comes over while he’s at work, cleans the place up, redecorates, just takes complete control of his life, even his private space, and he loses it?” He nods enthusiastically.

“That is extremely more likely. Now that I think of it, all the photos were of him and an older woman who could be his mother.” Sophie pulls out her phone, gestures over her shoulder with her thumb.

“Let’s head back there; Hotch and JJ are just around the corner, I’ll let them know we might need backup. 412?”

“Yeah—hey, that’s the truck. That’s the truck,” he says with more urgency, pointing down the street at a rapidly approaching red pickup truck that matches the description of the unsub’s. Shit.

“Okay, get in the car, call Hotch,” she instructs, and they both barely make it in before the truck rear-ends the SUV on the driver's side; Sophie’s head hits off the steering wheel hard, and the car rocks, and she looks over at Spencer, a little disoriented, to make sure he’s okay. He’s holding his wrist, like maybe he hurt it bracing himself.

When she gets her bearings, she starts the car, throws it into reverse, ready to apply a little force and potentially keep him from striking again, but he backs up, speeds up, and cuts the wheel to go around them, striking her door and driving past. It’s then that another SUV cuts him off, and Hotch and JJ jump out, guns drawn; the unsub raises his hands, surrenders, and it’s over as quickly as it began.

“Sophie?” She can hear her name, but her head is swimming. She touches the cut above her temple, pulls back a hand covered in blood, but she knows head injuries bleed heavily, so she’s not worried. She’s more worried that she can’t tell where that voice is coming from. It’s like she’s in a fun house, sounds echoing from all sides. “Sophie, can you hear me?” She hums in response.

Kind hands are on her face, turning it toward the sun, and she scrunches her eyes at the brightness. She knows the hands are trying to help, but her head already hurts, and the light isn’t doing her any favors.

“Gotta… get up,” she mumbles, and the hands hold her waist, help her out of the car. Her left foot hurts when she puts her weight down on it, and she almost folds, but the hands hold her up, and she thinks she smiles.

“Reid—is she okay?” That voice is a voice that makes her want to answer immediately, even if her brain hasn’t quite caught up. She stumbles over her words.

“‘M okay. Just my… head.” A different pair of hands hold her up, and her brain is working enough to recognize that she loves the smell of the person attached to the hands. They are serious hands, and one of them sweeps gently over her face.

“Can you open your eyes for me, baby, please?” that good voice asks, and she wants to do anything the voice asks, but her eyes really hurt. She must say that out loud, because the voice says softly, “That’s alright, don’t strain yourself. Medics on the way. You’re going to be fine.”

“Tell him…” She is placed back in the car, can feel the softness of the seat against her back, and it’s nice. “Tell him that was mean… and not to do it again.” She feels lips on her face, turns toward them, sighs when they brush over hers. “Mmm. Or I’m going to… tell his mother.” When Sophie wakes up, she feels like she’s been repeatedly punched in the head, thrown down a flight of stairs, and then run over by a truck, so, naturally, she groans. She doesn’t dare open her eyes at first, can already see the fluorescents flickering through her eyelids, but her mouth is dry, and since she knows she must be in a hospital, she knows that there’s a little plastic pitcher of water somewhere within her reach.

Cautiously, she cracks one eye, finds the pitcher and a kind looking woman with fair skin and dark bangs staring back at her.

“You’re awake!” she whispers excitedly, and she leans forward for a hug, which Sophie does not return, because she doesn’t know the woman. The woman must feel the tension in Sophie’s body as she sits, arms at her sides, and waits for the hug to end, because she pulls back, concerned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she begins, unsure of how to put this politely. Her voice is dry, rough, and the woman pours her a glass of water, which she takes gratefully. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t… Do I know you?” Her face falls, and she looks confused, and then abruptly worried.

“My name is Emily. Prentiss. Does that ring a bell?” Sophie thinks back, tries to navigate around the pounding in her temples, and ultimately shakes her head.

“No, I’m sorry. And I mean no disrespect—I meet a lot of people for work, so sometimes it’s hard to keep track.”

“Where do you work?”

“I work for the FBI. Intelligence.” Sophie takes in the woman’s outfit—black turtleneck, gray pants, boots, government issued handgun—and tilts her head curiously. “And you?”

“FBI. Behavioral Analysis Unit.” She pulls her bag closer on the seat beside her, pulls out her credentials, lets Sophie hold them. “Have you heard of it?”

“Sure, of course. I have an interview there next week, actually.” She hands back the badge with a smile. “Small world. Uh, do you think that what happened to me occurred because of a crime, or something? Is that why you’re here?"

Agent Prentiss gives her a sad smile, then stands, pulling out her cell phone. “You know, we’re really not sure what’s going on. Excuse me for one moment, I need to make a call. I’ll get your doctor while I’m out there.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Sophie calls as she heads out of the room, and she pours another glass of water.

When the agent returns with the doctor, she looks tenser, but the doctor just shoots her a kind smile. “Hello, Sophie. I’m glad to see you’re awake.”

“Thank you; I’m glad to be awake. How long have I been out?”

“About two days. You were in a car accident, do you remember that?” She’d catalogued her injuries while alone—laceration to the head, some pain and swelling there; aching wrist, sore but unbroken; bruised ankle, tender but okay to put pressure on—and they are consistent with a car accident, but she shakes her head.

“No, ma’am, I don’t remember.” The doctor frowns, an expression the agent behind her mirrors.

“What’s the last thing you do remember?”

“Um.” She closes her eyes, thinks hard for a moment, but it hurts her eyes. “I was driving home from work, I think? Or about to leave for the day. It’s kind of blurry.”

“That’s alright, don’t press too hard. It should come back to you in no time.” She steps around the bed to pull her chart off the wall, skims it briefly. “We’re going to have to run some scans; I’ll give you a moment with Agent Prentiss, and then I’ll send someone in to take you down to the lab, okay?”

“Sure. Thank you, doctor.” The woman smiles and walks out of the room, leaving her with the clearly unhappy agent. “Is everything okay, Agent Prentiss? You look about as bad as I feel.” The woman sighs, drops back down into her seat, folds her hands in her lap.

“The doctor believes you’re suffering from retrograde amnesia. You don’t remember some things you should remember. Quite a bit of time.” Her throat goes dry again, her heart beats rapidly in her chest.

“That’s not possible. I remember driving home from work… or, getting in the car to drive home from work, just the other day.” She shakes her head like she’s not sure what to say.

“I know, Sophie, but that’s not a recent memory. You don’t work at the Grant building anymore.”

“What do you mean? I’m the Intelligence liaison. I mean, I applied for the BAU job…” She’s wanted to work there since she found out about it, to put her degrees to good use; to get an interview is almost unheard of, everyone told her, but she made the cut, even bought a new suit to wear. It’s still hanging in her closet.

“And you got it,” Prentiss says gently, reaching forward to take her hand. “You and I have been working together at the BAU for almost two years.”

Sophie can’t be blamed, she doesn’t think, when she leans over, reaches for the wastebasket, and promptly vomits. “So I’m a profiler, and I’ve been one for two years. I work with you and we’re friends,” Sophie repeats as a bit of a recap. Prentiss nods.

“Yep. Those who profile serial killers together, stick together.” She says it with a smile that doesn’t touch her eyes.

“Wow. Okay. I’m really sorry I don’t remember you.” She shrugs it off, and Sophie sighs. “Any other major life events I should know about? Did I get a cat, go vegan?”

“You don’t have time for a pet, and you like cheese too much,” Prentiss jokes, but that does sound like something she’d say. Her face gets serious after that, and she even looks nervous. It makes Sophie nervous, too. “You have a boyfriend.”

That raises her eyebrows.

“I have a boyfriend.” She smiles softly, nods.

“Yes. He’s… it’s funny, because he’s actually... our boss.” Sophie blanches. Talk about a close-knit group.

“I’m sleeping with my boss? That is not like me.” She barely sleeps with anyone, too busy focusing on her career and not that into one-night-stands, but her boss of all people? That’s just plain stupid.

“It’s really not like that, trust me. You two are in love.” Okay, she’s heard enough. Maybe Prentiss is a prankster, playing some wildly hilarious joke on her amnesiac pal.

“I’m in love. Did I actually say that?” She knows herself pretty well, flaws and all, and she’s been a vehement skeptic when it comes to love for… god, as long as she can remember—no pun intended. Prentiss nods, looks very serious.

“Yes, I’ve heard you say it many, many times. You two live together.”

“We live together? For how long?” This can’t be right; one of the things she values most is her privacy, her solitude. She lives a quiet, simple life, aside from being an FBI agent, and she likes it that way.

“About six months,” she answers carefully.

“We’ve lived together for six months? How long have we been dating?” Her voice sounds a little shrill even to her own ears. Prentiss is being very cool about it all, doesn’t so much as blink.

“It’s a year next week, actually. He’s been trying to come up with a surprise for your anniversary.” Sophie feels a little lightheaded.

“Anniversary. Fuck.” She squeezes her eyes shut, which hurts, opens them only so the pain will go away. She knows they’re teary, can’t help it, but she doesn’t want Prentiss to see her like this. She hates being vulnerable, always has. “I can’t remember two years of my life. I can’t remember my own boyfriend, my own job. My friends.”

“I can tell you about them, if you want,” she offers cautiously. “The doctor said it could help, but if you feel like it’s too much, let me know.”

Sophie nods carefully. She wants to know, she needs to know.

Prentiss—Emily—is so genuinely kind. She sits there for an hour, tells Sophie about work, and their team—their friends, because the group is very tight, gets together for dinner and drinks, and they all support each other’s non-bureau endeavors, and she feels so sad that she can’t remember them, can’t recall anything Emily is rattling off so easily it’s like she doesn’t even have to think about it.

She talks about some tough cases they’ve worked on, and how they always end with a cookout or a family dinner so they can remember why they do the hard things, why they keep fighting. She talks about people they’ve helped, saved, brought comfort to. She talks about flights home on the jet, how sometimes they sit in quiet, companionable silence and other times it’s all teasing and laughter and the good things in life.

Then she starts talking about Aaron—the boss/boyfriend—and Sophie does cry, a couple of tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. She’d never imagined in her life that she would be as loved as she is, if Emily’s stories are true, and the fact that she can’t remember any of it is like a knife to the gut. She wants to scream, to make someone pay for what she’s missing, but she knows none of that will bring her memory back, so she dials back the rage as quickly as it came—huh, that’s new.

Usually, her particular brand of anxiety attack would happen right about now, always worse when she’s afraid or angry. She anticipates tightening in her chest, shortness of breath, ringing in her ears that takes forever to go away, but it doesn’t come. She’s able to calm herself with a deep breath, and despite the fact that the rest of her life is a dumpster fire right now, this feels kind of good. It feels like progress, not a story told through someone else’s eyes, but a tangible feeling she can hold onto and think, I am a different version of Sophie than I was two years ago. A better version, maybe. But at least different. That, above everything else, makes it real.

A nurse walks in to take Sophie down for scans, and Emily just smiles, a bit sadly, and tells her she’ll be there waiting when she returns.

It’s a small comfort, something she holds onto as she’s taken down to the lab. When Sophie makes it back to her room, Emily is waiting there as promised, and she has a duffle bag sitting on the bed. “The doctor says you can go home while they wait for the scans,” she says with a smile; she probably thinks it will make Sophie happy, and it does, but the idea of going to a home she’s never been to is a little unsettling. Still, it’s nice to know there are people who care about her who will help her through it, that she’s not alone. That’s not something Sophie of two years ago would have been able to count on.

She smiles back, and Emily helps her change into clothes that somehow still smell like the hospital, but it feels better to be dressed and not stuck in the flimsy hospital gown that always makes you feel weaker and sicker, more injured than you really are.

She hears a voice from out in the hall, a voice that catches her attention immediately, and she walks over to the door, peeks her head out to see if she can find the man it belongs to.

She does, and he is almost too good-looking to be real. Somehow, she both instinctively knows that this man is Aaron, and can’t see how that could possibly be true.

“Emily. Is that Aaron?” she asks to confirm, pointing to the tall, serious-looking, frankly smoldering hot man having a conversation with her doctor at the end of the hall. She peeks her head out the door too, looks toward him with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s him. Do you remember him?” Her tone is guarded but hopeful, and Sophie sighs.

Remember him, no, not in the way she means, but every cell in her body feels alive and on fire just from catching a glimpse of his face, so she’s pretty sure Emily is right and she’s crazy in love with him. And his suit. Who looks that good in a suit?

Her boyfriend, apparently. Who she lives with. Who she’s been with for a year. Her mind is still a little blown.

“I don’t recall any memories of him,” she whispers, as if he can hear her from down the hall, “but, uh. I think my body remembers him.” Emily looks at her, eyebrow quirked, and she blushes. “Or, you know. Parts of it.”

Realization dawns, and Emily grins. “Okay yeah, that tracks. You two are kind of all over each other. It’s an intense vibe.” Sophie takes a moment to imagine that, what it would be like to be in a relationship with this man.

He looks intense, which can be good or bad, with the kind of mouth you could kiss forever, smile against. He’s taller than her by about a foot, which thrills her, and broad, as evidenced by the jacket stretched across his shoulders, which really thrills her. He’s older, maybe early forties, which she doesn’t feel particularly strongly about one way or another, with gorgeous dark hair and eyes, and when he shakes hands with the doctor, silver wrist watch gleaming under the fluorescent lights, her mouth practically waters.

“Earth to Sophie. You’ve got a little drool, there,” Emily teases, pointing to her own mouth, and Sophie groans.

“You didn’t prepare me. You didn't tell me he was hot.” Aaron turns away from the doctor, starts walking down the hall toward her room, and she ducks out of the doorframe, Emily following suit. She puts a hand to her forehead, not in physical pain, but mental pain for sure. “God, this is going to be so awkward. I’ve got a total lady boner for the guy I’m in love with that I can’t even remember.”

“It might be a little awkward at first, but you guys are sweet together. He’s going to be so caring and understanding, give you all the time you need.” She puts her hands on Sophie’s arms, grounding her. “We’re going to focus on trying to get your memories back, but the doctor said you shouldn’t stress.”

“That’s easy for her to say,” she mutters, crossing her arms, “she didn’t forget her big sexy boyfriend.” She hears a soft chuckle from behind her and instantly flushes, which makes Emily grin.

“Sophie, this is Aaron.” She physically turns her, and Aaron is smiling gently, which makes him look even better than when he was serious and expressionless. Her heart thrums in her chest.

“Hi. I’m sorry I don’t remember you. I want to.” She sticks out her hand for a shake, feels dumb instantly, but he takes it anyway, holds it for a moment. His hand is rough, so much bigger than hers, and part of her hopes he never lets go.

“That’s alright. Dr. Bracken is confident you’ll recover all of your memories in time. She’s given me some instruction on ways we can try to jog your memory, but no stress, like Emily said.”

“I guess we’re not considering the fact that losing two years of your life is a little stressful,” she counters, and he laughs again.

“You haven’t lost anything. Just misplaced them for a while.” He steps toward her, like he wants to touch her, comfort her maybe, but freezes, thinks better of it. She’s torn between wanting to get to know him better first and wanting to jump into his arms immediately, so she decides to let him set the pace. “So… Do you want to come home with me?” His voice is soft, hopeful, matching his eyes. “Garcia—our friend, another coworker of ours—has offered to put you up at her place if you’re not comfortable with that, so no worries either way. You have a place to go.”

Her stomach sinks a little at the thought of being anywhere but home, even though she has no idea where that is, and she looks back at Emily, who smiles encouragingly.

“I think I want to go home,” she decides after a moment, and she turns back to look at Aaron. “Is that okay with you?” He nods seriously.

“Yes, of course. I want you home with me. I just wanted you to know you had other options.” Emily slips past her, a hand on her elbow, and finishes gathering up her belongings while they talk. “The rest of the team is going to come over for a little bit, if you’re okay with that. The doctor said it would be a good idea, since you spend most of your time with them, but if at any point it gets overwhelming, let me know. No hard feelings if we send everyone home.”

“Okay,” she breathes, her head already swimming a bit just from talking to Aaron, and he does step forward, then, giving her her space but indicating that he wants to come closer, if she’ll let him.

“May I put this on you?” he murmurs, and opens his palm to display her rose necklace, the one she wears, must still wear, everyday. At least that hasn’t changed. “The EMTs gave it to me when they brought you in. I’ve been holding onto it for safekeeping.” She nods, turns around, and he slips it around her throat, clasps it, brushes a careful hand over her neck to move her hair out of the way. “That’s better,” he says, his breath ghosting over her skin, and she sighs, wants to sink back against the heat of his body; she just knows how comforting it would be, how safe she would feel. Instead, she turns and smiles softly.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” They hold eye contact for a moment, and then Emily appears at her side, making a face like she knows she’s interrupting something.

“Ready to get going?” she asks, handing Sophie’s duffle bag over to Aaron. “I’m going to stop at home and then I’ll head to your place.”

“Absolutely. Thank you, Emily,” Sophie says sincerely, stepping forward to pull her into a tight hug. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I hope I remember more about you soon.”

“I’m happy I could be here, and I know you will. Just give it some time.” She pats her on the back, and then leaves the room.

Aaron carries her bag and leads her out to the parking garage, toward a standard federal issued SUV, and he opens the door for her, closes it behind her with a gentle smile.

Time to go home.

Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x original female character #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner/original female character #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader

70 notes · View notes

qianinterprises · 3 years

Text

Lies {Ten x Reader}

Author's Note: I wrote this in a few days and it has not been beta read so I'm more than a little sure it will have grammatical and spelling errors. I still hope you enjoy though!

Synopsis: You are hiding a big secret. A secret that, to keep hidden, you continuously lie to your boyfriend about.

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Word Count: 3600 words

Brisk, polluted air washed over the city, bringing the soft, fresh scent of morning to the land. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the city was awake, shop owners unlocking their doors, cars stuck at traffic lights, half dressed and hung over men and women doing the walk of shame. It was the same every morning. Except, this morning, there was a slight difference.

You tugged your boyfriend's jacket tighter as a soft breeze breathed across your body. You weren’t usually awake at this hour, preferring to sleep well into the morning, but today, there was too much to think about. Too much on your mind. You’d slept as long as you could, but, for once, your boyfriend's embrace was unable to lull your racing thoughts.

Life could be complicated. Just when you were starting to enjoy it, it threw you a curveball. Typically, those curveballs somehow made everything fall into place, somehow kickstarted your life in some new, better direction. This time, life had done more than throw you a curveball. It kicked you in the crotch and spit in your cereal.

Your fingers wrapped around the cool rail of the balcony and sighed. Worries and fears rushed through your mind. How were you going to tell Ten? How were you going to tell your family and his? How did you even feel about all of this?

A hand dropped down to your stomach, still aching and cramping from the early morning sickness. Your eyes shut. This was the last thing you needed. Yet here you were.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you sure? You could just be late this time,” your best friend had asked.

You weren’t. All you were certain of was it had been two weeks since you were supposed to get your period and it still hadn’t shown up. Now, you didn’t like bleeding from your lady bits, but it was always a sure sign that your uterus was perfectly unhappy without a fertilized egg nestled inside its warm walls. Without a bloody hissy fit producing a murder scene in your pants and with some sort of stomach virus churning up your guts, you were beginning to get worried.

“Have you been to the doctor?” she asked.

“Yeah right, they’d call here and Ten would somehow end up answering and find out the truth from some middle-aged balding guy instead of me!”

She raised her hands in surrender.

“Then… a drugstore test?” she asked.

“How? I’d end up using my credit card and when he pays the bill, he’d see a weird charge and ask me about it, then I’d have to tell him after he’d backed me into a corner!”

She sighed, clearly getting annoyed.

“Do you want me to get it for you?”

You paused a moment to think, a smile blossoming across your face.

“That’d be great!”

She let out a groan and slid up off the couch, grabbing her purse.

“If you are, I get to name it,” she declared before marching out of your apartment.

As her car started and back out of the driveway, you grabbed your favorite blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you, burrowing yourself deeper into the fuzzy softness as your stomach twisted in knots. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, praying for a good answer, but the issue was, you had no idea what answer you truly wanted.

On one hand, you loved Ten with all your heart and would jump at the chance of having a family with him. On the other, he was an idol. He was an idol in NCT no less that was constantly traveling back and forth between South Korea and China for promotions. He was busy. His career was just getting good. Something like this could, not only change your life, but alter his forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It hadn’t taken long for your best friend to get back from the pharmacy. It was only right down the road after all. Still, as soon as she stepped in the door, holding up a bag filled with packages of sticks that could show your future and alter your life, you tightened the blanket around you. Did you even want to know?

She sat down on the edge of the couch seeming to read your mind as she brought a hand up to softly stroke over your shoulder. Her gaze softened. You knew she understood. It wasn’t long ago that she’d also had a pregnancy scare which had resulted in simply being food poisoning.

You doubted that was the case this time.

“It’ll be better once you know. Then, there’s no longer the lingering curiosity and fear,” she encouraged softly.

She was right. You knew that, but nothing could stop the anxiety from pooling in your stomach as you cast your eyes at the shopping bag.

“How many did you get?” you asked.

“Five. Just to be certain,” she said softly.

With a nod and a deep breath, you reached for the bag still resting in her hand. You carried it to the bathroom, locking the door. You knew she wouldn’t barge in on you, but as shuddered breaths fell from your lips, you knew you needed to do this next part completely alone.

You unpackaged each of the tests and lined them up in an easily accessible row.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eight minutes later, you sat on the bathroom floor, back pressed against the door as your eyes sharply watched the timer on your phone count down. Your chest clenched at the last few seconds before it dinged in your hand, signaling time was up. The tests were ready and, once you looked at the results, you would finally have answers, answers you possibly didn’t want.

“Deep breaths, (y/n),” you whispered to yourself.

You shut your timer off and eased yourself off the floor, hands trembling as you reached for the closest plastic stick. What were you even hoping for?

Your fingers closed around the plastic and your eyes closed, breath becoming shallow. Just a few more seconds. Few more seconds of ignorant bliss before you would be forced to learn the truth.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and opened your eyes, two pink lines on the stick greeting you.

The test fell from your hands as your body crumpled to the ground, tears spilling from your eyes and cascading down your face.

“(y/n)?” your best friend asked.

You didn’t respond. Your body shuddered as silent sobs racked through your body. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy or that you’d never dreamed of having a family, you just never expected it to happen like this, especially when you could not only ruin your life, but the life of a child and your boyfriends.

It was a few extra minutes before you were finally able to pull yourself off the floor and unlock the door. Your best friend gaped at your teary eyes, face etched with worry, but she opened her arms and you dropped into them, wrapping your arms around her tightly and clinging to her.

“It… It was… p-positive,” you stammered.

She squeezed you tightly, hands rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m pregnant…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By sheer luck, Ten hadn’t come home that night, choosing to stay at the WayV dorm with Hendery and Xiaojun who, according to Ten, were distraught and upset that they didn’t get to see Ten every day anymore.

His absence had allowed you time to dispose of the tests, all of which read positive, burying them in the trash and making a mental note to take the trash out the next day. You’d also had time to calm yourself down enough to make a decision.

Getting rid of the baby wasn’t an option. You loved children. You’d always loved the prospects of having a child. Even if Ten wanted nothing to do with you or the child, you were not going to simply get rid of it. If he left and you decided you couldn’t do it on your own, you would check yourself into a facility that would help you and give the baby up for adoption. If you thought you could handle it, you would raise your own child. Because no matter what Ten said, you still had your own choices to make.

That night, you had settled down with a sappy romance movie and a bowl of ice cream, curled up in one of Ten’s shirts in bed, preparing to tell him the next day.

However, that day would never come.

As the next day rolled around, you had put off telling him and, as the days ticked by, you kept making excuses not to. Pretty soon, you’d hit the three month mark with a healthy baby and your flat stomach was starting to expand. You’d always worn baggier shirts so, covering up wasn’t a big deal, but the constant sickness and cravings were getting harder to hide.

Arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to jump, thoughts evaporating into the chilly air.

“What are you doing up so early?” he whispered sleepily against your ear, a chill running down your spine.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you calmly responded.

He hummed against your ear and squeezed you a little closer. You winced as his arms tightened around your stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.

“I’m still getting over this virus, I guess,” you lied.

Ten was an attentive man, so when he noticed how often you were getting sick, in the mornings specifically, he had immediately asked you about it. Being on the spot and not quite ready to tell him the truth, you’d lied that you’d been hanging around a friend with the stomach virus and they must have given it to you. He had bought it, insisting that you go to the doctor if it got worse, but you had declined. Now, weeks after you’d first lied, as your sickness continued, Ten was becoming more freaked out, begging you to go to the hospital, convinced that you were dying.

Not wanting to admit that you’d been lying, and slightly concerned that, even three months into your pregnancy, you were still getting sick, you had waited until Ten was doing promotions before going to your doctor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s nice to see you again, Ms. (y/l/n), how have you been feeling?” your doctor, Dr. Byun asked, taking a seat on the plush stool by the laptop.

“I’ve been alright. Just concerned. I know I’m around three months, but I would have thought the morning sickness would have ceased by now…”

He let out a hum and pulled your chart up on your laptop.

“Your last check-up was two weeks ago. Did they do an ultrasound? I’m not seeing it in here.”

You shook your head.

“Alright, so that’s the first step. I will tell you that morning sickness at three months usually goes away, but it is completely common and natural for some women to experience sickness well after that,” he responded.

You let out a sigh. Ten would never buy it if you told him your throwing up was completely normal. But you nodded and he stepped from the room to get a nurse to set up an ultrasound.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the ultrasound, Dr. Byun came back, holding his notes.

“It looks like everything is normal. It’s possible that the baby is simply rejecting some of the nutrients given. I know oftentimes during pregnancy, the baby craves sweets, junk-food, or other things, but I would recommend trying to eat as many fruits and vegetables as possible. This will help give the baby nutrients and hopefully quell the sickness. However, I am going to send your blood-work to the labs and see if there is anything else going on.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That had been a week ago and still, even with extra vegetables and well-balanced meals, the sickness persisted, and with it, grew Ten’s worry.

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital if it keeps getting worse,” he suggested, mumbling against your ear.

You shook your head.

“I trust Dr. Byun. He says it can be normal when the ba- I mean, when the immune system needs a little extra nutrients,” you answered.

He didn’t respond for a long moment, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Did Dr. Byun ever call you back with your bloodwork results?” he asked.

You shook your head. It was the truth. Sort of.

You really did feel bad for lying to him. It never was your intention, but the longer you kept your secret, the harder it got to tell him. Part of you wished you’d just come clean the day he’d gotten home so, you’d at least know how he felt and whether or not you’d be doing it alone. The other part of you was terrified the moment you told him that you’d be giving him up.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, lips touching your skin in a soft kiss that made you shudder in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered against your skin.

Your heart melted. If he truly loved you, would he stay? Would he understand why you lied? Would he accept you and the baby as his?

Suddenly, you felt brave enough to come clean. No matter what, you were confident that love would prevail.

“Ten I-”

You were cut off as his phone began to ring.

He sighed, letting his head drop onto your shoulder before reaching into his pajamas pants to retrieve his phone.

“Hello?”

You couldn’t hear who was on the other end, but it was definitely Kun or their manager.

“Now?” he asked.

His nose crinkled in annoyance.

“But (y/n)’s still sick!”

A huff fell from his lips.

“Fine,” he growled into the receiver, hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his pocket, eyes fixing hard on the railing.

“I have to go. Some stupid radio show decided last minute they want us there and we can’t get out of it now,” he grumbled.

You turned around, your courage disappearing as you placed a soft hand on his cheek.

“It’s alright baby. Go, I’ll be here when you get back,” you spoke softly.

He leaned his cheek against your hand, leaning his face closer to press a gentle kiss to your wrist. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“I’ll be home after lunch,” he promised.

With that, he hurried back inside.

You watched him disappear into your shared bedroom before facing the city again. The sun was now almost all the way over the horizon.

Would Ten still kiss you like that if he knew?

Your heart clinched heavily in your chest.

Would you be able to live without him if he left?

Ten’s POV

Something wasn’t right. Ten knew that. What he didn’t know was what. (Y/n) had been sick for several weeks and, despite her reassurance that everything was “normal” and “fine,” he couldn’t shake the notion that you were lying about something.

As his car pulled up to the WayV dorm where their manager would be picking them up, he glanced down at his phone. He had been expecting to see you in his background, smiling blissfully, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever by the lake they’d visited over the summer, right before you’d gotten sick. What he saw instead was himself, grinning and holding a small cupcake with purple icing, a single lit candle waiting to be blown out. The picture you’d taken on his birthday.

Confused, he turned the phone over in his hand and shook his head in minor annoyance at the cute little stickers of Ten and the other members of WayV stuck on the clear phone case. Your phone case.

He must have accidentally taken your phone rather than his own in his rush to get dressed and get to the dorm.

A small laugh bubbled to his throat. He knew getting matching phones and phone cases would end up being a bad idea, but you had insisted.

The phone vibrated in his hand and he laughed as his own name popped onto the screen.

From Ten<3: Babe, you took my phone instead :D

Ten shook his head.

To Ten<3: guess you’ll have to forward me updates from everyone today!

From Ten<3: Or I could keep them all to myself and “forget” to tell you

He sent back a laughing emoji and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. He stepped out of his car as the large van meant to take them to the radio show pulled up. He waved to the manager driving and laughed to himself as YangYang led the way sprinting from the building, Lucas and Hendery hot on his heels.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was in the middle of the show that Ten felt the phone buzzing in his pocket. As Lucas energetically retold the story of how he’d managed to pull off a prank on Kun and WinWin, Ten discreetly pulled the phone from his pocket. Dr. Byun flashed across the screen and Ten’s heart quickened. On one hand, he wanted to respect your privacy and not answer the call. On the other, he desperately wanted some answers.

“We’re going to take a quick break! We’ll be right back!” the host said over the speaker.

That was all the answer Ten needed to hear.

He clicked the green answer button and pressed his phone to his ear, quickly making his way out of the room before anyone could question him.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Byun, is Ms. (y/l/n) nearby?” he asked.

“She isn’t but I’m her boyfriend. I can take a message.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ten knew he shouldn’t have said them, but part of him couldn’t help being curious, his gut too filled with worry to think rationally.

“I’m calling to let her know we got her results back. Her sickness is being caused by an anemia that sometimes has the effect on women carrying children. The fetus isn’t getting enough protein nutrients. We’d recommend she eat more red meat and add anemia vitamins to her prenatal vitamins. If the sickness doesn’t stop in two weeks, she should come back in for another visit,” he said.

The phone dropped from Ten’s hand, hitting the floor hard. His eyes were wide, hands shaking. His left knee gave out first, buckling beneath his weight. He clutched the wall for support.

“Ten!”

Kun’s voice barely reached his ears as his heart pounded.

The leaders arms wrapped around Ten’s middle, leading him to lean against him as Kun held him up.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you feeling faint?”

Ten didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall.

Pregnant. That’s why you kept throwing up…

Your POV

The moment you’d noticed you were left with Ten’s phone, anxiety pooled in your stomach. You had no idea when Dr. Byun was going to call or whether Ten would answer. Dr. Byun telling Ten the truth was not exactly the best way for him to find out. Especially since you’d been lying to him.

The minute the door to your shared apartment flew open, slamming hard against the wall, your hands began to shake.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me?!” he snapped as soon as he rounded the corner.

His face was red with anger, a sight you weren’t used to seeing. Ten didn’t get angry a lot. And when he did, he often had good outlets, like dance, to vent his anger.

He yanked your phone out of his pocket and threw it on the couch, making you flinch.

“You lied to me! For months! Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” he seethed.

Yours eyes glazed as they met his, tears gathering, but you blinked, refusing to let them fall when his anger was your fault to begin with.

“I-I… I was afraid… I didn’t want to lose you…”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you wanted to take them back. His face fell. His arms tumbled precariously to his side. Tears gathered in his own eyes, escaping and cascading slowly down his face.

Ten didn’t cry often. His pride prevented it. Watching his shoulders begin to tremble and shake had guilt gripping at your heart tightly.

“Did I not prove my love to you enough?” he asked, voice stammering.

You stared at him for a moment before sliding yourself off the couch and wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders.

“I know you love me baby. But… your career… I was afraid you’d leave me… leave us… because I was holding you back from this…”

It was a long moment before he responded.

His hands cupped your face gently, brushing away the tears you hadn’t realized were beginning to fall.

“My career is important. I love being in WayV, but you always come first. And now, you and the baby come first,” he spoke softly.

He trailed his hand down to softly rest it on your stomach. A water smile spread across your face.

“You’re going to have to do a lot of the parenting alone. So I’ll understand if you want to leave me to find the baby a father that will be there to help you. Otherwise, I’m with you all the way.”

You brought your gaze to his, searching his eyes for jokes or laughter. Finding none, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you.

“Our baby could have no better father than you,” you whispered softly.

He pressed his lips delicately to yours, drawing you in closer and holding you against him.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you.”

#ten fanfic #reader insert #ten x reader #nct x reader #short fic #I hope this isn't too trash

93 notes · View notes

astrojoong · 4 years

Text

Seonghwa’s Birth Chart

☉ sun in ♈︎ aries

aries is the child of the zodiac so honestly its no surprise that this is his first life

he’s just so full of wonder and excitement its truly lovely to see

so excited about learning and exploring the world around him

second decanate so his subruler is the sun

aries with a touch of leo flair

the sun subruler adds in just a touch more dignity and pride to aries

reigns in a bit more of aries’ impulsiveness and recklessness

instead it adds to his hunger to succeed

it also really brings out his showmanship and ability to perform

when he performs he is able to show both raw aggression and passion while also maintaining poise and grace

holds an intense drive which can sometimes be to his own detriment

has the potential to push himself too hard, and put too much pressure on himself

can have little to no patience or attention span, needs things to be constantly moving and changing, with new challenges arising or else he’ll become bored and dissatisfied

☽ moon in ♋︎ cancer

(ayyy i have a cancer moon too)

basically... a whole Mom

ok so the moon is at home in cancer

she’s right where she wants to be so that just means that she is That much more powerful

cancer is a feminine sign and she adds a very soft dimension to his aries sun

cancer is the middle child of the water signs, which means it can either take on a more parental role or a more childlike role-it has the versatility that the youngest and eldest signs lack (same goes for all middle signs)

in Hwa you can definitely see that its taken on the parental role

he is very in touch with his feelings and the feelings of those around him

super intuitive and really just a whole ass caretaker

so incredibly loyal and sensitive and protective

on the flip side this may also make him prone to nagging if he’s not careful, and it likes to team up with his aries sun and make him WAY too hard on himself

can be Incredibly self critical and have the potential to get stuck in ‘moods’ which can bring down everyone else around them (there are actually four fucking cancer moons in ateez idk how they survive if one- or god forbid- multiple of them get moody, my dad and I are both cancer moons and we engage in something I like to call vibe warfare in which we accidentally throw off the Entire balance of the household if one of us is feeling moderately shitty or In Our Feels)

☿ mercury in ♈︎ aries

mercury is pretty happy in aries so theres a lot of benefits to this placement

a wonderful conversationalist

there's that underlying fierceness that aries brings

witty, outspoken, and very original

very jovial in his speech, good at joking around

also very good at arguing.

watch tf if you get on his bad side he can go OFF

very lucky person

normally doesn’t put a Whole lot of thought or planning into decisions but they usually just work out for him

♀ venus in ♒︎ aquarius

maybe not the best at expressing love

I think his cancer moon is a bit at odds with this placement, he feels all these emotions and can seem like he’s great at expressing them, but he’s really only showing surface emotions

I think he is very good at hiding his true feelings, even if he doesn’t mean to, he keeps certain things very close to his chest

very magnanimous, a great socialite

personal freedom is very important

people with this sign are a little notorious for not wanting to be tied down, maybe having some commitment issues, we haven’t seen Hwa in a relationship so who knows

did I say freedom was important because freedom is Super important

really is able to satisfy his urges to travel and experience exciting new cultures and situations through his career. He honestly seems super well suited for the industry.

♂ mars in ♈︎ aries

ok mars is at home in aries so you know shit is abt to get INTENSE

much like how his cancer moon makes all his feelings super strong

this is all abt aggression

essentially if Win by Ateez was a placement

an absolute force of nature

definitely some major self confidence coming through here

very courageous and honest, but potentially a little blunt, especially if he’s worked up

that's when he starts to lose his filter a bit

the good thing is, he doesn’t seem to let his anger build up or fester, he deals with it when it happens

this is also the ✨sexy✨ sign so lets just say he is very Active and... depending on where his houses lie, it could definitely point to him being more assertive in the bedroom.

♃ jupiter in ♓︎ pisces

Jupiter is essentially the planet that tells you what you should do with your life

I am not surprised he’s in music

pisces is like Known as the soulful, artistic sign, so the fact that he found his way into a career where he can play to his aries need for passion and power while also expressing himself and his emotions in a creative fashion, and in a way to help others? fucking incredible.

He has a healing ability to him

Just being around him makes others more at peace

Very interested in/talented in emotional healing

♄ saturn in ♈︎ aries

jfc final aries

its like his chart is just Oops! All Aries

if Jupiter is the planet of good luck, saturn is the planet of bad luck

saturn is what stands in the way

its not too bad though

it just means that he will have a lot of obstacles that he must continuously fight against in his journey to success

but good news! while it may seem like they’re never-ending, the difficulties begin to let up as he gets older and gains more experience

saturn in aries means he’s ambitious and determined

it may place these obstacles in front of him, but it also gives him the strength to persevere

♅ uranus in ♒︎ aquarius

ok from here on out, up until chiron, its more generational so I’ll touch on uranus, neptune and pluto in my overall ateez analysis since they all share those signs

♆ neptune in ♒︎ aquarius

♇ pluto in ♐︎ sagittarius

⚷ chiron in ♏︎ scorpio

chiron tells us what our biggest wound is

Seonghwa’s has to do with his self worth and emotions

scorpio is a very intense sign, it doesn’t half ass anything, pain or pleasure

he will go through or will have already gone through something that will be catastrophic to who he is as a person.

it will/has cause(d) a great deal of emotional pain

in his life he has to learn how to love and accept himself, how to control his emotions and how to make peace.

the lesson that must be learned is one of renewal and transformation, of endings and beginnings

⚸ lilith in ♎︎ libra

lilith is meant to represent our innermost psyche

primal urges and base desires

it also shows our fears

Seonghwa’s deepest fear seems to be one of rejection

he needs to find a balance in his life, learn healthy boundaries

he’s very susceptible to other’s opinions and influences

I feel like it may not be as much of a problem because he has so many other fortunate signs to counteract this but it could be an issue if he isn’t careful

#seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #atz #seonghwa ateez #astrology #kpop #kpop astrology #kpop birth chart #hwa #bc its my first shot @ this its probably a little rough #im not used to analyzing charts for ppl who aren't like requesting it #so its weird to write them for an audience #anyway #i hope it aint half bad #hwa astrology #ateez astrology #seonghwa astrology #ateez birth chart

154 notes · View notes

haokyeom · 4 years

Text

all the stars | kim mingyu

ミ★ synopsis: in which you fall in love with your rival, kim mingyu.

ミ★ genre: sin of envy!mingyu, ceo!mingyu, ceo!reader, enemies to lovers!au, angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of blood and broken glass

ミ★ word count: 8,764

ミ★ pairings: mingyu x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s lila, aka, @viastro ! this is my last post for the lucky 7 collaboration </33 this one is actually so fucking long for no reason i am so sorry HAHAHA this was so exciting to be a part of even tho i kinda procrastinated and made all of the oneshots ten million years long </33 this one was really exciting to write tho. think it might be one of my favorite works along with my minghao oneshot for this collab :o i hope you guys like it ! make sure to give mingyu lots of love <3

previous | masterlist | next

They say to live the life you dream of, you have to work hard. Some people can start from the bottom and work their way up to the top. While others are fortunate enough to start directly from the top due to the resources that are available to them.

Unluckily for you, you are not one of the latters. You worked hard to get where you are now, being the CEO of Bloom. You didn’t earn the status of CEO through being the heir to the company, no. You built Bloom on your own, and now you’re one of the youngest, as well as the richest, in the business of the gaming industry.

However, as it was said before, you’re one of the youngest and richest. There’s another that you’re currently ahead of in the business, some claim to be your rival in the industry. The two of you are always clashing on the charts, always competing at the same time. Since you just recently launched a new update for your game, you’re higher on the ladder than him. For now.

Kim Mingyu, the CEO of Ainsoft. At the age of 19 he inherited the money to start up his own gaming company, which ended up being incredibly successful. As he is now 23, and one of the youngest and richest in South Korea. Right beside you on the charts, but you started from the ground up, while he had a bit of help.

What you don’t know is that Mingyu is truly out of this world. Tall, handsome, and rich, yes. However, he is actually not a part of this world. For he is one of the seven deadly sins,

The Sin of Envy.

And you, yln yn, are at the top of his list.

“Nah, he’s a villain. If you wanna make him look the part, he should look less soft. Taller, broader, dark hair, nice tan skin. Yes! Perfect.” You clap your hands once your game designer makes the changes you requested. Minghao turns to glance at you with a look that basically says, ugh! this bitch.

“... What?”

“You literally just had me draw Kim Mingyu.” You purse your lips once you see the resemblance, and turn your head away, letting out a whistle tune. Minghao chuckles, deleting the edits he made so that the drawing is back to its original rough draft.

“You know, it’s not my fault that he looks like the perfect villain.” You say to Minghao, and he waves his hand away at you, flashing you a grin. “I’ll work on this and show you the draft when I’m done, deal?”

You smile, giving the black haired beauty a thumbs up. “Deal.”

And with that, you turn and stroll back to your office. You check in with your other employees on the way there, seeing how the design and coding is going for the upcoming game you plan to discuss with investors in a month or so.

With a smile and wave of your hand, you step into your office, shutting the door behind you and walking over to your desk. You sit down, letting out a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head on the back of your seat.

You quickly get interrupted by a knock on your door, and you call out that they can come in. Sitting up straighter in your seat, you watch as your COO, Chan, steps into your office with a straight face. You raise an eyebrow, knowing that he brought news you must not like.

“What is it?” You ask as Chan sits down in the seat in front of your desk, and he lets out a sigh. He places the small envelope before you, and you purse your lips, reaching out and taking it. You carefully open up the red paper, and pull out what seems to be an invitation.

You immediately frown at what you read, and you glance up at Chan to see him also looking at the piece of paper as if it were cursed. You place it back down onto the table, letting out a sigh and slumping in your seat.

“Why is Kim Mingyu inviting me to his gala?” You ask, pointing to the invitation in disgust, and Chan shrugs in response. He looks rather tired as well, and you feel a bit bad for your friend.

His black hair isn’t as put together as it was in the morning, showing that he must’ve been running his hands through it a lot during the day. His tie is a bit loosened as well, and he’s more hunched over. You know for a fact that once he leaves your office, he won’t be showing any sign of fatigue to your employees. You don’t blame him for being tired though, it’s a stressful process trying to create a new game.

“I think he might be planning something.” Chan mutters, squinting at the invitation from his seat. You tilt your head, wondering what Mingyu could possibly be scheming. You’ve never met him before, as you’re not one to go out to galas or many public events, and he’s never invited you to one of his galas before. Chan is usually the one who attends those things because he knows you’d much rather work on new game developments or on updates for any existing games than waste time at a party.

“Of course he is. He never invites me to these things, and I’ve also never met him, yet we’re each other's biggest competitor. You’re the only one who has spoken to Mingyu before.” You say, pointing to Chan, who is now rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. Once he’s done he glances at you, giving you a shrug of his shoulders.

“All I can remember is that he’s really tall, and pretty cocky.”

“Only a little bit?”

“Nah, like. The type that knows everyone loves him and can get anyone he wants without trying.” You purse your lips, turning your head away with a scowl. From what you’re hearing, Kim Mingyu is the worst type of man.

“I’m not going.” You state with finality, turning back towards your computer. You begin typing away for a minute, only to pause when you realize that Chan is still sitting in your seat, staring at you. Your eyes immediately widen and you shake your head, while Chan stands up and raises his hands towards you. “Absolutely not!”

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say!”

“Because I already know what you were going to say!” You exclaim with a baffled expression on your face, and Chan gives you a defeated look in return. He purses his lips and you squint back at him. After a moment Chan finally says, “I think you should go.”

“Give me one good reason why.” You tell him and Chan grins, having already expected you to say that.

“It’s an opportunity to get information on the enemy.” Chan states, and you raise an eyebrow. Leaning back into your seat, you signal for him to go on.

“Listen. Mingyu is known to hold these big galas when they’re planning on launching a new game, right?” Chan glances at you for your reaction, and you nod your head. “So, you can go to try and get information. You’ve never met Mingyu, and he’s never met you. What if you managed to even swoon him?”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your stapler to throw it at your partner’s head, and he raises his arms in surrender, letting out giggles at your reaction. You place the almost weapon back down on your table, and bite your finger, a habit you do when you start to think heavily about something.

Chan has a point. It’s a dirty way of playing the game, but hey, you’re in the gaming industry. What you and Chan are planning on doing isn’t that bad anyways. You’re just going to see what his next game may be, report it back to your employees, and make sure your new game release will be a thousand times better than his.

Which is why you turn back to Chan, a newly formed smirk on your lips, and he grins evilly back. You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, “Guess I have plans this Saturday.”

“Ms. yln, the CEO of Bloom, has just arrived at Kim Mingyu’s gala. This is her first time attending Mr. Kim’s gala since they are the two biggest competitors in the gaming industry. She’s wearing an emerald green…”

You ignore the voices of the reporters as you step out of your bugatti chiron with a knowing smile on your face. You hand your keys to the valet, giving them a nod as you walk down the red carpet. You flip your hair over your shoulder, before walking up the steps and into the grand venue.

You feel the eyes on you when you step in, and you bow to those around you. You walk further into the ballroom of the hotel, running a hand through your hair as you walk up to one of the tables. You take out your phone from the strap on your leg, sending Chan a quick text that you’re going to curse him for not coming with you. To which he replies,

chan: love you too sexci :D

“Champagne, Ms. yln?” You turn to glance at the voice, to find a young waiter standing before you, holding fancy glasses filled with the expensive alcohol. You give him a small smile, and watch as a blush rises to his cheeks when you take one. “Thank you so much.”

He bows, before turning and walking away. You take a tiny sip and let out a pleased noise once you taste the unexpected sweetness to it. You ponder your luck on your favorite alcohol getting served at the gala you dreaded going to, only to receive an answer from the voice beside you.

“Montaudon Brut, your favorite.” You turn your head to find none other than the Kim Mingyu standing close beside you, a knowing smirk on his face as he stares at you. You raise an eyebrow, turning your body to face him as you look back into his eyes.

“How’d you know?” You ask with a small smile, and he shrugs, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, damn you kim mingyu, before giving you a mischievous look. “Did a little bit of research.”

You let out an, ah, before turning your head away to sweep the room. You lock eyes with a few onlookers, but they quickly glance the other way, making the corner of your lips tilt upwards a bit. You take in the decorations on the ceiling, from the bright pink and white flowers, to the green leafy plants hanging next to the fairy lights. What used to just be a golden ballroom inside a hotel now resembles what you’d consider a great option for what heaven may look like.

It’s rather ironic actually, considering that the Sin of Envy is standing right beside you. Mingyu watches you with fire in his eyes, having not expected you to be more gorgeous in person than in pictures, let alone when the fairy lights cast an iridescent glow over you.

“The decorations are lovely, did you pick them out yourself as well?” You ask, turning to glance back at Mingyu, just to feel your breath get caught in your throat when you catch the intense look in his eyes. He tilts his head at you, opening his mouth to say something when the sound of the mic turning on catches both of your attention.

Mingyu flashes you a mischievous smile, “That’s my signal to go and greet everyone. I’ll see you later?”

You find yourself smirking, nodding your head and waving off the handsome man with your hand. “You know where to find me.”

And with that, Mingyu turns and walks off the stage. All while you head off in the opposite direction to go and get some info on his upcoming game. You notice a group consisting of a few women and men who are eyeing you, and you walk over to them. They seemed to not have expected you to go up to them due to their eyes widening slightly, and you let out a grin when you reach their table.

“Ms. yln, what an honor it is to meet you.” The tallest male says, and you extend your hand out to shake his. Only to bite the inside of your cheek when he raises your hand up and presses a kiss to the back of it instead. He leans back and you glance at the rest of the people around him, just for them to immediately bow to you. You bow back, before giving the man a smile. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Cha Eunwoo, I’m Mingyu’s game designer.” You nod your head, mentally patting yourself on the back for finding one of the main people in charge of making Mingyu’s newest release. You run a hand through your hair before turning to ask, “What got you into game design?”

The two of you spend the next hour talking about Eunwoo’s experience working with Mingyu. You find yourself enjoying the pretty man’s company. He’s nice, witty, charming, and rather funny. You wish he could be a part of your team, but alas. At least you found out small bits and pieces of what could potentially be Ainsoft’s next release.

What you’ve gathered so far is that there’s mentions of a dystopian universe, and a team. You’re worried that may be all you’re able to get, but you think that it could be enough. You wave bye to Eunwoo, and he tells you he was happy that he got to speak to you, before you turn and walk back over to your table.

You raise an eyebrow when you see that your table is now full, so you decide to walk around. Other than doing the occasional bow, you don’t feel like talking to anyone else for now, so you continue to roam around. You tilt your head when you find a hallway close to the stage, so you walk down it. Taking in the hanging green plants on the ceiling, finding the interior decoration of the gala to be impeccable. You see doors leading to a balcony once you’re closer to the end of the hallway, and you step out.

You take a sip of your champagne when you find Mingyu looking over the ledge, staring out at the city. You raise an eyebrow and walk over, but he doesn’t seem startled by your presence. He just continues to look at the skyline, taking in deep breaths of the cold, night air.

“Thought you said you’d find me?” You joke after a moment, and Mingyu turns to glance at you. He lets out an amused grin, shaking his head at you. “Wanted to give you a little adventure.” Is all he replies, and you find yourself smiling.

The two of you stare out at the skyline together in silence, and you feel that you’re the calmest you’ve been in months as you stand beside Mingyu. Glancing up at the night sky you notice a shooting star, and you nudge the man. He turns to look at you, and you point up at the sky with a glimmer to your eye, “Look! A shooting star.”

Mingyu looks up at the sky, and he catches the very last second of the shooting star. He chuckles, knowing that means one of the stars is on their way to fulfill a quest, but of course, you don’t know that. So he turns to glance at you, just to find that your eyes are closed, and your hands are clasped together as you make a wish up to the shooting star.

Mingyu feels something in his chest at the sight, and he wonders whether he may be having a heart attack, but then he remembers that he’s immortal. You open your eyes and turn to glance at Mingyu, and that’s when he feels his heart stop.

He realizes that your eyes outshine all the stars in the sky with the way they brightly bore into his, and he finds the visual so enchanting, that he forgets to speak. You tilt your head to the side at his silence, and you take the last sip of your champagne, before placing the empty glass onto the ledge.

“So quiet now. Have you just realized how pretty I am?” You tease, and Mingyu snaps out of his trance. He leans in closer to your face, and your eyes widen when his nose almost touches yours. The handsome man lets out a smile, “I’ve always known you were stunning, yn. However, I didn’t expect you to be even prettier in person.” And with that, he leans back at his full height, chuckling at your surprised expression.

You squint at him, “Shut up.”

“Awe, is my biggest rival shy now?” Mingyu asks, and you roll your eyes. You nudge him with your shoulder, and he hides his smile behind the glass of champagne, taking a large sip of it. You feel your phone vibrate in the strap on your thigh, so you stick your leg out of the slit of your dress. Mingyu glances down and his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you taking your phone out of the strap.

“You kept… your phone there?” You nod your head without looking at Mingyu, seeing that Chan needs you to come home so he can discuss one of the character designs for the game you’re creating. You place your phone back in the strap, before hiding your leg from view. Turning towards Mingyu, you give him a grin.

“I have to take my leave now. Thank you for inviting me to your gala, I had a wonderful time.” You tell Mingyu, and he purses his lips at the fact that he feels the slightest bit of disappointment in his chest from you leaving already.

“So soon?” Mingyu asks and you nod your head, muttering that duty calls. You’re about to turn around to leave when you feel a hand grasp your wrist, and you glance behind you to see Mingyu staring at you with a small smile.

“Will I see you again?”

Your eyes widen at the question, having not expected for there to be a next time. While Mingyu continues to look at you with a glint in his eye, and you wonder why he wants to initiate a relationship between the two of you. However, you also enjoy Mingyu’s company, so it really has you thinking.

“Maybe. Depends on what the Gods have in store for us.” You answer, and Mingyu finds it so painfully ironic that he lets out a laugh, to which you find yourself smiling back. He nods his head, letting go of your wrist so that you can leave the gala.

“I’ll see you, yln yn.” You flip your hair over your shoulder, waving bye to Mingyu. “See you, Kim Mingyu.”

And with that, you walk off the balcony. Leaving Mingyu alone underneath the night sky. He lets out a breath, turning back towards the ledge as he decides to head back into the gala after a few minutes.

Mingyu glances up at the stars, and he comes to realize that you’re all he can think about as he does so.

“Minghao!” The black haired beauty turns in the direction he heard you call, just to find you quickly walking over with an excited smile on your face. He raises an eyebrow, about to open his mouth to ask how much espresso you got in your coffee, just for you to slam your journal onto his desk. “Someone’s excited.”

“I had a dream.”

“So did Rapunzel and Flynn Rider.” You squint at Minghao, and he gives you a smile that convinces you not to reach out and smack the back of his head. So you instead open up your journal, showing the drawing you made at four in the morning the night before, and Minghao’s eyes widen slightly in awe.

“These are…”

“Perfect.”

“An incredibly different vibe from the characters we had drawn out before.” Minghao points out, and you nod your head. Running a hand through your hair, you give him a grin. “Don’t you think they suit the game so much better though? I was unsure of the direction we were going in, but after what I learned at the gala, I think these characters will be better.”

Minghao nods his head in agreement, turning back towards the drawing. You stare at the drawing as well, “I had a dream last night and as soon as I woke up I just had to draw the characters I dreamt of. This is what I got. I want you to show this to the team and make these characters come to life by the end of next week.” You tell Minghao, and he purses his lips. He grasps the journal and raises it up towards his face, taking in the detail of their outfits, the brightness of the hair, and their varying facial expressions.

“What kind of dream did you have?” Minghao asks after a moment, and you tilt your head at the thought of it. Perhaps you had that bizarre dream because you watched that one alien episode of buzzfeed unsolved to try and stop thinking of Mingyu, but you’re not sure.

“These weird aliens kept trying to peg me with their tentacles.” You mutter with a look of unease displayed over your features, and Minghao just stares at you in concern. You snap out of the memory, turning back towards Minghao and giving him a small smile.

“You can create these by the end of next week, right?”

“You dreamt… of tentacle porn?” You let out a laugh, reaching out and resting a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “Remind me to not watch anything involving aliens before I go to sleep.”

Minghao nods his head, “Noted.”

And after he confirms that he’ll be able to have the characters drawn out and will show them to you as soon as they’re done, you walk back to your office after checking with your other employees. You’re about to turn the corner to your office when Chan stops you, a bright smile on his face that has you suspicious.

“...What?”

“You want coffee?”

“I don’t like coffee.”

“Well, let’s make you like it! Let’s go!” Chan says quickly, hooking his arm with yours and pulling you in the opposite direction of your office. With a frown you pull your arm away, squinting at Chan. “Why are you stopping me from going into my office?”

“Why… not?” You stare at Chan with a bored expression, before turning around and opening the door to your office, promptly ignoring Chan’s sounds of protest. You find yourself staring at the back of Mingyu’s head, who is sitting in the seat placed in front of your desk.

“Kim Mingyu.” You state, and the man turns around, flashing you a smile. His black hair is up in the style he had at the gala, revealing his forehead and strong eyebrows. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, the top buttons being unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his chest, and you raise an eyebrow. You take notice of his sharp canines for the first time as he smiles at you, and for some reason, you’re intrigued.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my office right now?” You ask as you walk up to your chair, feeling Mingyu’s eyes on you the whole way there. You sit down in your seat, and look up into his eyes, finding the same intense look that he had at the night of the gala two weeks prior. Mingyu smiles, leaning his head back into the chair, and your eyes trail down to his Adam's apple, watching it move as he swallows.

“You weren’t making any moves to come and see me again, so I decided to pay my rival a visit and ask her out for coffee.” You choke on your saliva at the end of his sentence, and Mingyu smiles at that. You stare at him with wide eyes, and he rests his chin on his hand, looking at you with amusement dancing in his deep brown eyes.

The two of you weren’t supposed to meet again. By you going to the gala it was simply for your own gain, to learn more about his upcoming game. However, you ended up learning more about the enemy himself. You know that you shouldn’t entertain him like this, but here you are, wanting to get to know your rival more.

And so you regain your composure, and tilt your head to the side, now grinning back at Mingyu. “After your research on me, I thought you’d learn that I’m more of a tea person.”

Mingyu bites his finger, letting out a smile at that. “Guess the internet isn’t always that reliable.”

You nod your head, before standing up from the chair and heading over to the door. Mingyu raises an eyebrow at you moving to leave without another word, and you turn your head to look at him. You smirk, “Are you coming or what? I know a good tea place down the street from here.”

Mingyu laughs, standing up from the seat and grabbing the maroon jacket that was laid over the back of it. He puts it on, and you find that he looks like the epitome of a God as he walks up to you. Once he’s standing in front of you, the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Mingyu thinks that emerald green complements your eye color as he stares at you, curious as to how he didn’t notice it when you wore that emerald green dress at the gala. While you wonder how cursed you have to be for your rival to be one of the prettiest people you’ve ever laid eyes on. So you grin, opening the door for him and pointing out with your arm. “After you.”

Mingyu chuckles out, “How sweet of you.” as he steps out of your office.

The two of you walk over towards the elevators, and you glance over to see Minghao staring at you with a small smirk on his face, while Chan looks like he’s shitting himself. You raise an eyebrow at them, and Minghao makes his hands look like they’re kissing, and Chan just makes the motion that looks like he’s praying to the Gods. You roll your eyes, before turning back towards Mingyu to see him bowing his head towards your other employees that are looking at the both of you.

at least he’s respectful.

“Are you gonna pay for my tea?” Mingyu asks once the two of you enter the elevator, and you smile, turning to look at your rival. You reach over and press the star button, and the elevator makes its way down. After a second of silence you respond,

“Sure, I’ll pay for your tea as a celebration for the fact that I’m in the #1 spot right now.” You answer, giving Mingyu a cheeky smile, and he rolls his eyes.

For now, Mingyu thinks to himself bitterly once the elevator doors open.

“You fucking suck at fall guys.” You mutter to Mingyu once you hear him yell out beside you. He chooses to ignore that comment so that he can try and make it into the qualifying round, and you let out a squeal once you take the last spot. Mingyu glares at the screen, seeing the word eliminated flash across it while you celebrate.

Mingyu removes his headset, and turns to glare at you on the other side of your gaming room, clapping your hands happily. He lets out a groan and rests his head on the back of the chair, causing you to let out a laugh at his reaction.

“Who would’ve thought that the CEO of Ainsoft is so terrible at fall guys?” You tease, and Mingyu rolls his eyes. He stands up from the seat without another word and walks over to you. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, only for your whole world to be flipped upside down when he throws you over your shoulder. You let out a laugh, “Put me down!”

“No.” Mingyu states, smiling as he spins around, hearing you let out a squeal as he does so. You threaten that you’re going to throw up onto the back of his shirt if he doesn’t set you down, and he laughs. “Then apologize and tell me I’m the best player ever.”

“Lying is a sin, Mingyu.”

“Bruh…” And so, Mingyu spins you around a few more times before setting you down onto the couch with a laugh. The two of you freeze once you realize the position you’re in, with him hovering over you and you laying flat on your back.

It’s been a couple months since the gala, and you and Mingyu have gotten close. What started out as you trying to beat him, led to you wanting to get to know him, and now you can’t help but think how nice it must be to kiss him as you stare down at his soft, pink lips.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Mingyu thinks as he stares into your eyes. He didn’t even think he was capable of feeling this way towards anyone. But it’s when he lifts up his hand and rests it on your cheek, and he watches as your eyes glance down towards his lips that he realizes,

“I want you.” Mingyu murmurs, and your breath hitches at his words.

And so the two of you stare at each other for a moment in silence, before you let out a small smile.

“Only if you can beat me at fall guys.” Mingyu squints at you, and you giggle at his reaction. He rolls his eyes before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss for the first time.

“Fuck!” You hear Mingyu yell as you step into his office. It’s already late at night, almost one am, and yet Mingyu is still here working at his desk. He glances up at you when he hears the sound of the door close, and he turns off his computer when you walk towards him.

His hair isn’t perfectly put together anymore based on the way it’s falling over his forehead now. His tie is loosened and is just hanging around his neck, the first few buttons now unbuttoned on his shirt as well. You take notice of the bags under his eyes, and you realize he’s been lacking sleep.

“Yn, how did you get in?” Mingyu asks tiredly, standing up from his desk and walking over to you. You chuckle, holding up the spare keys that he left at your house a week prior and dangling it in front of his face. He opens up his hand, and you drop the keys onto the palm of his hand. Mingyu lets out a small, “Ah.” and you chuckle.

You wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing his back and he finds himself smiling softly at the feeling. He lets out a breath of relief and cradles your head, pressing a kiss to the top of it. After a moment you pull back and give him a smile, “Let’s take you home, mm? You’re overworking yourself.”

Mingyu opens his mouth to protest and you shush him, shaking your head. He stares at you for a moment, not used to anyone taking care of him when he stays late at the office, and he feels his heart warm slightly. He lets out a sigh, before giving you a smile and nodding his head. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, “Just let me pack up, okay? I’ll be out in a sec.”

You walk out of his office and wait by the door for a few minutes, just scrolling through your phone when Mingyu finally walks out. He reaches out for your hand and you intertwine your fingers with his, and the two of you talk about your day as you head to his car.

“Eunwoo choked on tteokbokki?” You ask, and Mingyu laughs at the memory of Eunwoo choking in his office. He starts the car and backs out of his parking spot, and begins driving out of the parking garage. “He absolutely did. I wish I got it on video.”

You giggle at the thought of the pretty man turning red in the face and choking on the small rice cake. Mingyu smiles at the sound, finding it to be one of your best qualities. The two of you drive in relative silence the rest of the way to his place, as Mingyu’s sleepy, and you’re also tired.

When you both finally arrive, you step out of his car and walk into his house. Mingyu makes a beeline for his room, taking off his dress shirt and belly flopping onto his bed. You laugh at his antics, sitting on the edge of his bed and slapping his back. “Go and change into your pajamas at least.”

“Can you do it for me?” Mingyu asks teasingly, lifting up his head to glance at your reaction. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you glare, reaching out and slapping his back. He lets out a whine, before getting up from his bed and walking over to his closet.

He comes back after a moment, changed into fluffy pajama pants and an old t-shirt. He throws one of his t-shirts at you for you to change into and you chuckle. He climbs back into bed and looks at you with a confused expression, wondering why you haven’t changed.

“I’m not staying the night Gyu.” You mutter, pushing back the strands of hair that are falling into his eyes. He frowns, “Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“Mingyu, I have a meeting at work in the morning.”

“And I’ll drive you there.” Mingyu offers and you giggle, shaking your head at him. He whines, making a grabby hand towards you, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

Mingyu has come to realize that he sleeps a lot better when he’s holding you after the first time you let him spend the night a couple weeks ago. He realizes he shouldn’t have let himself get so attached to you, but he just wants one more night. One more night with you.

“Please?” Mingyu asks in a softer voice, and you sigh. You nod your head, grabbing the shirt and walking into his bathroom to change, before waddling back over to the bed and climbing in. It’s like second nature to you and Mingyu when you both go into your cuddling position. With you draping your arm and leg over him, and Mingyu wrapping his arm and leg around you. He rubs your back, and you slowly find yourself falling asleep.

“Don’t forget that you promised to drive me to my meeting tomorrow.” You mumble before you fall asleep, and Mingyu nods his head.

Mingyu watches as your breathing evens out, and he knows that you’re asleep. He stares at you for a moment, finding that you look so pure when you sleep. There’s no frown to your forehead, no tiredness to your eyes, you’re just at peace. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before letting out a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, yn.”

“You hear that your boyfriend is releasing a game tomorrow night?” Chan asks as the two of you walk back to your office from the meeting on how far along your guys’ game development is going. You giggle at the term, and nod your head, feeling a sense of pride at the sleepless nights Mingyu has spent on working on the release of his game.

“Yeah, he’s been working hard on the last minute touches. I had to drag him out of his office at like, one am last night. I plan to surprise him after his launch party.” You tell Chan as you enter your office. You sit down in your seat, placing your notes down by your keyboard, and Chan takes off his blazer and hangs it on the back of the chair before sitting down.

“Has he told you anything about the game?” Chan asks, and you shake your head with a smile. “I told him I wanted him to surprise me, so I don’t know anything about it other than the little pieces of info I got from Eunwoo at the gala a few months ago.”

Chan nods his head, letting out a grin at the happiness radiating from you as you login to your computer. Chan chuckles, “Who would’ve thought that by you going to the gala to get intel on the enemy, you ended up falling for the man?”

You smile, shrugging your shoulders in response. You mutter how life works in mysterious ways, and Chan agrees wholeheartedly based on how life has turned out for you.

Everything is going great so far. The development of your new game is on its last stages, and you’re so happy seeing your characters come to life on the screen from what your employees have shown you. It’s one of your best works yet.

And you’re finally dating after years of just dedicating all your time into work. Chan hasn’t seen you so happy before, and he’s so glad to see you glowing. So Chan reaches over and rests his hand over yours, giving it a small pat, and you let out a smile.

“I’m proud of you, yn.” Your eyes fill with fondness as you stare at your best friend who has been with you since the very beginning, and you feel your heart swell with love. “Thank you Chan, I love you.”

Eunwoo and Mingyu eat silently as they look over the game character designs and the gameplay. Mingyu can’t help but feel a sense of guilt as he stares at them, and he mentally slaps himself for feeling that way. Eunwoo glances at him, taking in the furrow between Mingyu’s eyebrows, and he lets out a sigh. Mingyu turns to look at him, “What?”

“If you feel guilty, then why did you suggest to even do this?” Eunwoo asks, and Mingyu scoffs. “I don’t feel guilty.”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes, reaching out and poking the prominent furrow that’s been hanging out between Mingyu’s eyebrows the whole day they’ve been working. The game release is tomorrow night, and they’re still here at the office working. Mingyu whines, rubbing the area that Eunwoo poked, and Eunwoo lets out a grin. “Lying is for sinners.”

Mingyu lets out a cocky grin, eyes turning red for emphasis, “Good thing I’m not a virtue.”

Eunwoo lets out a tired sigh, pushing Mingyu’s face away, causing the sin to let out a laugh at his friend’s antics. Eunwoo is the only one who knows of Mingyu’s true form, it was an accident honestly.

“I’m so sick of this fake love! Fake love! Fake love!” Eunwoo raises an eyebrow at the sound of Mingyu’s singing, and he steps into his friend’s room to see the tall man dancing in front of his mirror. His eyes are glowing a bright red rather than the deep brown he’s known him for. Mingyu pauses, slowly turning the sound down on his phone when he locks eyes with Eunwoo, and he turns his eyes back to brown.

“Eunwoo, let me explain-”

Eunwoo passes out onto the floor.

Mingyu’s just lucky that Eunwoo’s his best friend and didn’t have any plans on outing him for being one of the seven deadly sins. However, he’s both blessed and cursed on the fact that Eunwoo can read him better than an open book.

“You love her, don’t you?” Eunwoo watches as Mingyu turns rigid, and he tilts his head at him. Mingyu turns back towards the screen, choosing to ignore the way his heart throbs at the thought of you and him slow dancing in the kitchen the other night. Eunwoo decides to press him a bit more, “Gyu?”

“I’m the Sin of Envy, there’s no such thing as love for me.” Mingyu mutters, making himself look like he’s staring intently at the gameplay on the screen. Eunwoo runs a hand through his hair, taking a sip of his water. “But you love her.”

Mingyu bites his lip, choosing to stay quiet as his response. The silence is everything Eunwoo needed to know, and so he leans back into his seat and stares at Mingyu a bit longer. Mingyu turns to glance at him after a moment of silence, and he sees the judgmental expression on his best friend’s face. “What?”

Eunwoo just shakes his head, glancing over at the journal full of notes about the game before saying, “You could live a hundred lifetimes, and never deserve that girl.”

Mingyu turns back towards the game, seeing the characters come to life on the screen, and he bites the inside of his cheek. He nods his head slowly, knowing what he’s going to lose as he quietly mutters, “I know.”

Mingyu takes a sip of water as he looks at himself in the mirror, deciding that he looks good. He glances down at his phone when he hears a ding, letting out a smile when he sees your text on the screen.

yn: good luck !! i’m so proud of you, can’t wait to beat you at the game stinky >:D

Mingyu looks back up when he hears that it’s almost time for the game to launch, and he stands up from the seat. He turns around to see Eunwoo standing there, and he tries to ignore the disappointed expression on his best friend’s face.

“You know you can still stop this, right?” Eunwoo insists, and Mingyu shakes his head at his friend. He bites the inside of his cheek, ignoring the feeling of guilt that’s building up in his conscience. He finds that emotion annoying, guilt. He’s the Sin of Envy, how is he able to feel that?

“Because you fell in love.” Eunwoo states. Mingyu’s eyes widen, turning to Eunwoo and wondering how he could hear his thoughts, who briefly explains that Mingyu said it out loud.

“You can stop this, Mingyu. You’re going to ruin something you’ve been blessed with. Just listen to me-” Mingyu raises his hand up at Eunwoo, stopping him from speaking. Eunwoo lets out a tired sigh, and Mingyu gives him a smile.

“Let’s go celebrate our game launch.” Mingyu says, and walks out of the room. Eunwoo bites the inside of his cheek, before following after his friend.

While you hangout with Chan at his house, staring at the TV that displays OGN. They’re about to announce Ainsoft’s game launch and show the commercial for it as well. You let out an excited smile, seeing that Chan is staring at the TV expectantly.

“Oh! It’s 8:00!” You exclaim, and right as you say that, you see Mingyu’s pre-recorded announcement of the launch of the game. “He looks so handsome…”

“Okay we get it, you have a boyfriend.” Chan jokes, and you let out a laugh. You watch as Mingyu gestures to the large screen beside him on the TV, and it zooms into it as the commercial begins to play.

Your smile slowly drops from your face when the main character shows up on the screen, and Chan squints at the TV. “Wait a minute.”

You raise a hand to your mouth when the other characters start coming in, hearing the voice in the back of the video explaining the gameplay and the adventure the characters have to go on. You stand up from the couch with shaking knees, and Chan looks over at you.

This is your game. This is your creation. This is the game you’ve spent months working on.

It’s gone.

All of it is gone.

“Wait, yn-” Chan begins as you grab your car keys from the table. You walk towards the door, ignoring Chan’s calls as you hurry to get to your car. “Yn, you’re not in the right frame of mind to drive.”

You feel Chan grasp your arm and you shake it off, pointing at him with a shaking hand. The anger that Chan feels is not even close to the betrayal you must be feeling as he notices there’s no trace of happiness to you anymore. “Let me go.”

So Chan lets go, and you step out of his house. You quickly walk to your car, pushing back the tears so that you can be able to see as you drive. Millions of thoughts flow through your head as you back out of Chan’s driveway and speed down the street towards Mingyu’s house.

Was that his agenda all along? When did he get the info on your whole game? Is that why he spent so much time with you?

You bite your lip when you think,

Did he ever even love you?

“Great job on the game guys, it’ll be a big hit.” Mingyu tells his employees over by the glasses of champagne. They all smile and tell them their thanks, and he waves his hand at them, saying that this wouldn’t have happened without their help.

Eunwoo stares from across the room, drinking the sweet champagne that he knows you enjoy so much. However, it just tastes bitter once it goes down, reminding him of the sin he’s committed as he watches Mingyu act like everything’s fine.

He stands up straight when he hears the front door open behind him over the chatter, turning around to see you walking in. Eunwoo’s eyes widen, and he reaches out to stop you but you push his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

You walk over to the glasses of champagne, and grab one. Mingyu’s employees stare with wide eyes when they take notice of you, wondering what you’re even doing at their launch party. Mingyu raises an eyebrow at their sudden silence, and he turns in the direction that they’re staring in, only to get a face full of champagne.

“What the fuck?” Mingyu growls, wiping his eyes so that he can see who did it. Only for his heart to drop when he locks eyes with you. You’re standing there, eyes full of rage as you stare at the man that you love, the one who betrayed you.

“Yn.” Mingyu breathes out, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“You fucking BITCH!” You scream, slapping Mingyu across the face, and the whole room turns silent at your outburst. You reach out to start shoving him, but he grasps your wrists to stop you. Mingyu glances around at his employees, and he gestures for them to leave, to which they slowly do. Once the living room is empty except for Eunwoo, he finally lets go of your arms, and you shove him away.

“You stole my game. You stole my fucking work!” You yell, and Mingyu just stands before you, face void of any emotion as he lets you scream at him. You tightly squeeze the glass between your hand, and Mingyu’s eyes widen when the glass shatters within your grasp. He tries to reach out to remove it from your hand but you step back, the blood from the wound dripping down your wrist as you stare at him.

“Was this your plan from the beginning? Since the gala?” You ask, and Mingyu stares. You bite the inside of your cheek, reaching out to grab another glass, but Mingyu steps forward and blocks your view of the table so that you can’t grab it. You throw the remainder of the broken champagne glass in your hand towards the floor, hearing it shatter into thousands of tiny pieces.

“Answer me!” You shout, and Mingyu slowly nods his head. You stare down at the floor, and you feel nothing but betrayal running through your veins. You look back up into his eyes, and you wonder how you allowed yourself to be so naive.

“So you just used me.” You mutter, and Mingyu just stares as he watches you break right before him. His hand twitches at his side as he holds back from falling onto his knees to beg for forgiveness, because this was all his fault.

“How did you even do that? How did you even find out about my characters? The plot-” You pause when you remember the nights he spent at your house, the days he’d surprise you at your office to go get lunch. They were all just a ploy to get more information. You let out a pained laugh when you realize he must’ve gone through your stuff when you were asleep, while you were thinking he was holding you at night.

how pathetic.

You open the palm of your hand, staring at the tiny pieces of broken glass that have edged themselves into your skin. The blood continues to trickle down, and you know that you’ll have to get stitches, but for some reason, you can’t feel any pain.

Mingyu takes a step forward when he sees the severity of your wound, “Yn, let’s go to the hospital so you can get stitches-”

You push him away, pointing directly at him with your other hand. You press the area where his heart is with your finger, and you bite your bottom lip harshly when you feel it beat beneath your finger. The familiar pattern is something you’ve gotten used to from the times the two of you have cuddled.

“You made me trust you, fall in love with you, just so you could steal my game? My work? Just to get on top? Just to be above me? Were you that envious of me?” You ask, and Eunwoo glances down at his feet when he hears how fragile your voice has become. Mingyu just stares at you, and he feels his heart break within his chest when he notices the glassiness to your eyes. He no longer sees anger or rage, he can only see the pain and betrayal in your gaze.

There’s no trace of all the stars that he once saw.

“Did you even,” Your voice cracks, and you don’t realize the tears have formed in your eyes until you can only see Mingyu as a blurry blob. You blink, and Mingyu watches as the first tear escapes from your left eye, and falls onto the floor. “Did you even love me?”

Mingyu stares at you in silence, the answer on the tip of his tongue as you look up at him with tears silently falling from your eyes. He looks down at the floor instead, breaking eye contact with you, and you have your answer. You let out a pained laugh, taking a step back as you stare at the man you love.

The one who betrayed you.

The one who broke you.

The one who lied.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu.” You state, before turning away and walking out of his house. The sound of the door slamming echoes through the home, and that’s when the tears finally fall from Mingyu’s eyes. He watches as they fall to the floor, mixing with your blood.

Eunwoo leans against the wall, and he runs a hand through his hair as he watches Mingyu just stare at the floor in silence. He stands up at his full height, and he claps his hands. Mingyu glances up at the sound, finding Eunwoo just standing there, applauding him.

“Well. Was it worth it, Sin of Envy?” Eunwoo asks, pulling out his phone and turning the screen around to show that Ainsoft is now above Bloom in the market. Mingyu watches as the numbers keep rising, and he just stares at it.

A few months ago, Mingyu would’ve been ecstatic to see that he was above you. The craving to beat you and earn your spot would’ve been fulfilled.

But now, all Mingyu feels is pain.

And so he smiles at Eunwoo, and his friend takes notice of the tears falling from Mingyu’s eyes as he responds,

“No. No it wasn’t.”

previous | masterlist | next

314 notes · View notes

anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

Text

Hot Stuff (Tim Drake x Reader)

Words: 3k

Req: “can you do a fic where the reader has to get protected and she doesn't want to and thinks it's dumb but like otherwise someone is gonna try to kill her so a batboy (of your choice) has to protect her and they like realize they like each other? i just think it would be really cute sorry haha you can ignore me.”

I’m not gonna ignore you!!! this is adorable! also i let ppl vote not knowing the prompt and they picked tim hehehe so this will be fun! you really left me a LOT of creative freedom lmao so i tried my best but had a lot of fun lolz hope you enjoy angel!

It had been at least 5 years since you had ever shivered. And the last time it happened you were like 20 seconds away from dying so the fact that it was becoming a common feeling was definitely a problem. But your near death every couple minutes was a pretty dumb excuse to get you holed up in the batcave being watched over by none other than Mr. Batman himself.

The whole problem arose when all the cold-powered super villains decided it was time for their equivalent of a crossover, deciding that if the world was frozen over they could... steal shit? Then unfreeze it or something? They were always a little slow (call it brain freeze if you will) but the beginnings of their plan worked and the temperature of the Earth was dropping steadily which didn’t bode well for a hero like you who’s powers revolved around heat and energy, the colder you got the weaker- making this the reason you were in a makeshift furnace set up discreetly in the Batcave.

“Morning y/n let’s see how you’re doing” Tim greeted you with a wave, grabbing a tablet that was tracking your internal body temperature and other boring statistics on whether or not you’d live. “Oh man, okay, lemme turn it up” Tim tapped at the tablet while you folded another paper airplane and threw it at the glass. “I feel fine man, like really, I’m just chilling” you shrugged, incinerating the paper airplane with a small flame in the center of your palm while Tim chuckled. “Well ya see, you ‘chilling’ is actually quite a bad thing, but yeah a couple minutes with extra heat and you can come to breakfast!” you rolled your eyes at his smothered laughter. “How long you been sitting on that one?” you teased him.

“Long enough Sparky, now warm up I’m hungry” Tim started you on a burst of energy while he moved on to the main BatComputer. “Whatcha solving today? Anything I can help with?” you squinted at the screen hoping for something interesting. “Bruce is going out to see if he can find the location of all the machines dropping the temp, and no, you’re definitely not going outside anytime soon” Tim chided you while you groaned and let sharp flames jutt from your clenched fists. “I’m not a child, I can regulate my temperature on my own, hell I can still make fire so clearly I’m fine” you said matter-of-factly holding up a flame and letting it dancing into a small burst.

“And I’d like to keep you that way y/n let’s not risk it, now c’mon I think you’ve taken in enough energy” Tim opened the door to your little glass room, his eyes widening at the heat that brushed over his face. “Dude you ever got hot in there?” Tim questioned, fanning his face from the exposure. “Nope, I’m kinda like that all the time” you explained, casually taking his hand to show him how your skin practically radiated heat. “Oh- wow, you’re really warm but it’s kinda cool.” Tim mumbled, pushing your palm flush up against his, the tops of his fingertips curling around yours while he grinned, “your hands are so small” you snorted, “whatever Drake, I could cook you like a bird if I wanted to,” you laughed, racing up the steps towards the kitchen ready to warm up some breakfast.

That afternoon you were helping Damian through homework hoping for any excitement in the pure boredom. “Alright, done. I’m going to take Titus out you can come- uh actually nevermind.” Damian shot you an apologetic look before grabbing Titus’ collar. “No actually I can go! I’m super warm and got the go ahead!” You quickly stood up, telling yourself a little getaway was necessary. “Really? I believe Drake said-” you cut Damian off, “Tim is like never right about anything yaknow? Let’s go!” You zipped up a couple of your jackets with a grin while Damian led you outside.

The air was crisp, like a fall day that was on the verge of shifting into winter. “You’re not going to die on me are you?” Damian glanced at you while you breathed in the fresh air peacefully. “No haha, this is just regulating my temperature using my powers for a little while, I get ill when I do it for too long, let’s go!” you raced down the street loving the freedom even though you could feel the cold creep in.

“Y/n? Y/n? Guys I think her eyelids are moving! Y/N! Can you hear me?” a familiar voice buzzed over the white noise while you began to regain your senses. Slowly you blinked your eyes open to see Damian, who looked pissed, Bruce, who also looked pissed, and Tim, who looked worse than ever. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU LIED TO DAMIAN TO GO OUTSIDE THEN ALMOST DIED!” Tim was waving his hands and showing you charts of your warmth-cold ratios being at all time lows and spouting off concerning facts about your health while Bruce just looked at the ceiling asking ‘why me’.

“I thought I’d be fine” you whispered, feeling your throat scream at it’s use. “It’s like freezing outside- freakin colder than winter- and you wanted to go outside???” Tim looked exasperated, he was in a loose tank top and shorts, it looked like he’d been sweating so he had probably been next to you for a while during your recovery. “I didn’t think I’d get so cold” you mumbled, flexing your hands while you tried to regain your strength.

Eventually Tim calmed down, he went back to working on cases but you noticed him frequently checking to confirm you hadn’t left your new room. Damian chastised you for lying and told you how you essentially fainted a couple blocks into the walk, it was just way too cold too for you to function outside. But the small taste of freedom was worth it.

“Hey hot stuff,” Tim gave you a little devilish smile at his new nickname for you. “Cute Drake, but what’s up?” you called back as he approached your makeshift oven-room. “Nothing much just thought I’d come hangout- warm up your cold dark heart for once” you shook your head at all his heat-centered puns. “Tough talk for a glorified shish-kebab” you said with a laugh, letting a little spark dance on your finger tips.

“What does it feel like? The powers and being cold?” Tim asked, his eyes still staring at your palm. “Mhm it’s a part of me yaknow? So when it’s cold its like a piece of my being is being stifled, like choked out of me. But normally, it just flows through me and I can channel it and what not but right now it feels... rigid, like every ounce of warmth is being used to circulate through my own body” you said with a sign, missing the freedom and immense warmth. “We’re gonna fix this y/n you know that right? This is only temporary, I promise.” Tim whispered, inching closer to the glass.

You felt a tear slip out, quickly you pushed it away feeling it evaporate in your hands you looked up at Tim who was inches from the glass, his cheeks were red from the heat radiating on him as he stood bundled in a sweater. Slowly he gave you a hopeful smile, putting his hand up against the glass. With a small smile you uncurled your hand up to meet his, for a second you just met his eyes and knew you were safe. Even when everything seemed so cold Tim was warm, and he was always there for you.

A couple days later you were stable, but constantly needing reheating. You’d spent a lot of time with Tim who had set up a little workspace outside your room. He’d work on cases and talk to you, sometimes he’d catch a few minutes of sleep, his cheek pressed adorably up to the warm glass while you stifle giggles as his sleepy breaths fog the glass. Your situation was bearable with Tim, and you were really starting to enjoy his company.

“Red Robin we’ve got something” you watched Tim shoot up from his work as Bruce descended into the Batcave. “Barry Allen and the rest of Star Labs have reason to believe the frost machines aren’t actually underground, but their above us. Think pumping out cold air like an AC machine for the Earth” Tim nodded, sitting down at the batcomputer as he began typing rapidly. You were straining your neck against the glass to try to see what he was doing.

“Got it, try here, here, and here” Tim was pointing wildly at a map while Bruce sent out the coords. “Suit up, if we’re right this’ll be a real fight” Bruce said as he left to go get the others. After Tim was in his suit he came up next to your room with a grin. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “you think this is it?” you asked Tim while he flashed you a hopeful smile. “I hope so y/n, if we’re lucky this will be it” he answered, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. “Well you need extra luck” you told him, he nodded then stopped short when you burst out of the room, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “My hugs are super lucky” you whispered into his chest while his hands wrapped around your back. “I’ll take all the luck I can get” he mumbled, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. The hug was easy and perfect- until you started to shiver. Quickly Tim deposited you back into your room, turning up the heat.

“Guess I’m not hot enough for you” Tim snorted while you rubbed your shoulders. “Shut up dork, now go fix the world so I can give you a proper hug” you placed your hand against the glass again. With a nod he placed his hand to yours, “will do” he said, dashing off towards Bruce and Damian who were also all suited up.

“Y/n I must inform you they have in fact found the base and will be going into battle shortly” Alfred called from the computers while he monitored the team’s location. “Yes!” you shouted, pumping a fist in the air while you paced around your room.

The plan was clear, there were 10 giant AC machines pumping out the frost across the world, some heroes had been separated into teams each tasked with taking out their respective machine then any hero strong enough to lift the machines were in charge of bringing them to an undisclosed location on one of Bruce’s private islands for inspection and dismantling. Alfred had Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian’s vitals displayed on the screen as their suits were consistently monitoring them and you’d been craning your neck to keep track of the little bars. “god Alfie how do you take it? You can see every hit they take, every injury, you’re basically looking at it all going wrong!” you felt like tearing your hair out, watching the screen light up with every hit each boy took.

“You get used to it Ms. Y/n you must have faith that they’ve seen worse and can survive anything” Alfred answered cooly but it didn’t stop you from wincing everytime Tim’s bar lowered or lit up meaning he took a hit.

Over the comms you heard Bruce and Damian confirm their machine was sufficiently broken, as well as 8 of the other machines. As it turned out, Tim, Dick, and one of those annoying speedsters had been sent to the head machine, a few members of the league were at the other. You watched Tim take hit after hit, clearly him and Dick were struggling. “Alf is it just me or are Tim and Dick’s bars not going up” you were pounding at the glass of your room. Slowly Alfred nodded, abruptly standing up. To your shock he began moving around the cave, setting up what looked like a makeshift hospital room. “There will almost assuredly be some injuries after this battle. But how are you feeling Ms. Y/n as over half of the machines have been taken down” Alfred drew you away from the flashing bars as you realized you were feeling better, still not top shape but better than you’d been in days. “Yeah you’re right I’m definitely feeling better-”

“Hey Alfie Tim just got buried in snow any recommendations?” you heard Dick’s voice come over the speakers. Your head whipped to his bar which was flashing wildly as you shrieked. Alfred replied quickly, “Master Dick you must remove him immediately and wrap him with something warm as his suit cannot regulate him in freezing temperatures.” as he made his way back to the batcomputer, talking Dick through his next actions.

“Will do, he’ll be okay but he’s kinda a popsicle right now” Dick’s voice came over the comms again while you let out the breath you’d been holding in as you saw Tim’s bar sliding back up. Shortly after they were aided by the rest of the league, promptly taking out the final machine and finding the villains hiding inside.

Dick, Tim, and Damian returned to the cave shorty, Bruce was busy with league business interrogating the villains. Damian came in first, declaring he now hated the cold after how freezing that mission was. Following him was Dick who was walking with a slight limp as he called to Alfred explaining that he just twisted it when he dug Tim out of the snow. And last, Tim made his way into the cave. His hair was wet, clearly melted from being buried under snow. He was wearing a Star Labs sweatshirt and sweatpants as he held his waterlogged suit in his slightly shaky hands, and a towel was draped over his shoulders. “Alf you want my suit? Pretty sure I fried half the tech” he called as he shook his head, little water droplets flying from his hair. “I’ll see to it’s repair Master Tim” Alfred nodded, gesturing for Tim to place it next to him. “Also, might I recommend you spend some time with Miss Y/n as she is quite capable of warming you up” Alfred gestured towards your room before going back to examining Dick’s ankle.

Tim nodded in agreement, giving you a little wave as he stumbled into the room with you. Letting the relief flood your head you quickly brought him into a warm hug, focusing on pushing some of your energy forwards to warm him up. “Mhm” Tim’s eyelashes fluttered shut against your neck while he melted into your embrace. “You’re so cold” you whispered with a giggle. “Yeah and you’re really hot” Tim groaned in reply, though you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “I think you meant warm” you tried to ignore the butterflies having a rager in your stomach. “Hm no I said it right” Tim whispered in your ear making your eyes widen at his upfront response. “Oh, I- uh, thanks? I think you’re pretty cool- no not cool cuz like that’s the opposite of hot- yeah you’re-” you were silenced as Tim pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of his ice cold lips pressed to yours but they quickly fluttered closed when his hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His lips quickly warmed up against yours making your breath hitch when he slipped a cold hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. His fingers felt like ice as they grasped your back but you couldn’t but melt into his touch.

You pulled away first, taking in gasping breaths while you couldn’t help but grin. “You warm yet?” you teased, pulling his hand away from your back and placing your hand in his, giving it a warm squeeze. “Mhm one more kiss” he pouted, leaning down to place a smiling kiss onto your lips while you scrunched your nose. “I should seriously freeze to death more often if it means I get to kiss you” Tim said while you rolled your eyes. “Or you could just not die and I might give you a good-job kiss?” you offered with a grin. “Will do” Tim nodded, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Goodbye oven!” you shouted, practically kicking the door open as you finally got to leave the cramped room behind. Just a day later the Earth had returned to average temperature and you were free. “I am SO ready to go home, not that I didn’t like it here” you said, giving Tim a little smile as Bruce return all your belongings after a little over a week in Bat-Solitude. “Come back soon though?” Tim piped up with a hopeful looks. “Definitely, I won’t give you the cold shoulder” you snorted at your own joke while Damian groaned, saying something about being happy he’ll be free of your puns.

Tim walked you out, chatting your ear off about his next cases and all the time he had to come see you, over the course of the frozen-adventure you’d found a best friend and possibly something more, maybe the oven was worth it after all?

“Okay, so I’ll see you in a couple days?” you grinned as Tim nodded. “Yup! Now before you go, I need another good luck hug- they definitely work wonders seeing as last time I got buried in snow” Tim laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he chuckled into the hug. “Not my fault you turned into a snowman Drake” You gave him a squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with him. His hand slipped to your chin again, but this time you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, loving the way sparks danced on your lips. Pulling out of the kiss as the car arrived Tim opened the door for you like the gentleman he is, giving your hand a squeeze.

“See you later hot stuff” Tim winked at you, shutting the door and waving as you drove away, shaking your head at his never ending puns, you smiled to yourself as soon as he was out of view, loving the idea that you’d get to tease that cute dork for the rest of your life.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x y/n #tim drake x you #tim drake x fem!reader #damian wayne #batboys #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne #tim drake fluff #tim drake fanfic #red robin #red robin x reader #batfam #batfam x reader #dc fluff #jason todd #dc fanfic #timothy jackson drake

338 notes · View notes

purple-dahlias · 3 years

Note

“What’s the point?” for recovering!au?

thank you for the request! sorry this has taken such a long time to get out, but it’s here now!

trigger warning for eating disorders, relapse and hospitals

“You heading for the OR?” Connor asks, falling into step beside Ava as they exit the lifts together.

“Yep,” confirms Ava. “Got another CABG scheduled. Been almost practically back to back all afternoon. How about you?”

“Surprisingly, I’m free now. Patient cancellation.”

“Lucky you,” Ava grins as her phone pings in her pocket.

Taking it out, her eyes scan the notification, smile dying on her lips.

“Ava?” Connor asks, concern filling his voice as he eyes the expression on Ava’s face.

“It’s Sarah,” she manages, the words heavy in her mouth. “She collapsed in the ED.”

“Again?” Connor remembers the last time this happened, a little over four months ago.

Ava nods, knowing exactly what Connor is thinking. “I have to go,” she says finally. “Could you—“

Connor doesn’t let her finish her sentence.

“Go,” he says, placing a hand over her shoulder. “I’ll take your surgery.”

“Thank you,” Ava whispers, gratitude in her eyes as Connor waves her thanks away, nudging her gently back in the direction of the lifts.

“Let me know how she’s doing, yeah?” She hears him call as she steps into the lift, anxiety filling every inch of her.

The last three or so weeks had been insanely busy, for both Ava and Sarah, what with the way their shifts had worked out. It had meant in the end the two had always ended up missing each other, with one leaving as the other arrived, or one returning when the other was preparing to go. And with that, there had been little communication, other than perhaps a passing hello in the corridor, a kiss goodbye, or a hug before having to get out of bed at some ungodly hour. So having this knowledge, and with what she had just learnt, Ava knew this was a red flag. She knows almost exactly why Sarah had collapsed, and it’s hard for her not to blame herself.

Maybe, she thinks, if she had made more of an effort to ask, had paid more attention, had passed over some of her surgeries or post-ops to Connor, anything so that she could have been there more, she might have seen the signs.

She hopes, oh how she hopes she is wrong, and that this is completely unrelated, and that she is blowing this out of proportion, that there is some other, alternative reason.

But she just can’t shake the sick feeling that pools in her stomach as she exits the lifts beyond the Emergency Department.

She’s wracking her brain, trying to think of any rhyme or reason why this could have happened, if indeed it is what she thinks it is: the thought she just can’t seem to rid her mind of, the one that she keeps coming back to.

“Where is she, Maggie?” Ava asks, on seeing the charge nurse.

“Treatment four,” she hears, and doesn’t stick around for any more, heading straight there, heart beating at what she knows is well beyond the normal rate.

Ava pulls back the curtain to find April adjusting an IV line, while Natalie scrolls through what must be Sarah’s test results on her iPad, concern written across her face.

But her eyes fall on Sarah, lying there, looking so small and frail in her hospital gown.

“What happened?” Ava demands, and April leads her outside, just beyond the curtain, with Natalie following.

“Natalie called her down for a consult. Things were okay until she collapsed right there in front of the patient. Scared us all half to death,” April informs her softly.

“You might want to see these,” Natalie says, and Ava doesn’t miss the sadness in her tone as Natalie hands her the tablet.

It’s just what she had thought they would show, and Ava shakes her head, blinking back tears as she sees how much damage had been done, how much progress had been reversed in just 3 short weeks.

“According to her charts it looks like she’s missed her last two appointments with Dr Richardson. Did you know things were bad with her?” Natalie asks, a hand to Ava’s shoulder, and Ava feels like the worst person in the world.

“No,” she hears herself say, though it doesn’t sound at all like her voice.

This is all your fault. If you had paid more attention, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Ava,” she hears Natalie, noting how the doctor had switched to the voice she often heard her use with paediatric patients. “None of this is your fault.”

It’s as though she can read her mind.

“But it is. Sarah is supposed to be my responsibility,” Ava hates the way her voice sounds, broken, as she runs a hand through her hair.

“Some things you can’t control,” April says beside her. Ava knows she means well, but it’s all just wrong and backwards. Because for Sarah, this was all about control. Ironic, really.

“For now,” Natalie begins, that coaxing voice back, “you should just be with her.”

Ava just nods, letting the curtain fall behind her as April and Natalie take their leave.

She takes a shuddering breath and drags the stool to Sarah’s bedside, where she sits, taking hold of the thin, limp hand of her girlfriend.

“Ava?” Comes a voice, weak beside her, and Ava swears that if she wasn’t a cardiothoracic surgeon, she would have thought her heart had stopped.

“I’m right here, Sarah,” Ava tells her, squeezing her hand gently.

“Where am I?” Sarah asks, a little groggily.

“In the ED. April said you fainted.”

“Oh,” returns Sarah, her voice small, panic filling her face as she notices the IV line in her hand.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Ava croons, taking hold of both Sarah’s hands when she sees how distressed she is. “It’s just some fluids to help give you your strength back. You need them, okay bokkie,” Ava continues, using the pet name.

“No, I don’t! What’s the point?” Sarah cries out, every word punctuated with an agony that pierces Ava’s very soul.

“Nothing I do will work and I’m just so tired. I’m a psychiatrist. I know this is bad! I shouldn’t be having this problem. Ava you know I try, but…” Sarah trails off, and Ava can’t help but notice the way Sarah runs a finger over her clavicle, a subconscious habit she had.

“Sarah, I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this must be for you,” Ava begins after a pause. “But—“

“Then don’t,” Sarah grits out, harshly, cutting Ava off. “Please, Ava, just go,” Sarah practically begs, bunching up the thin bed sheets and turning to face away from her.

Ava sits there, a few moments longer, until it becomes clear that this won’t be going anywhere, that Sarah isn’t ready to talk.

Twisting her hands, she lets out a sigh she hopes is mostly silent.

“Okay,” she says, willing the heaviness in her voice not to be too pronounced. Ava stands and moves to adjust Sarah’s pillow just how she likes it, the only way she can think of right now to give Sarah a little more comfort. “But Sarah,” Ava gently tells her, “I’m here for you, okay. No matter what. Please know that.”

There’s no response. Not even a shift in the bedsheets. And if the machine monitoring Sarah’s vitals wasn’t still beeping quietly in the background, well, Ava doesn’t want to give much rise to that particular thought.

With a final kiss to the top of Sarah’s head, a last attempt to let her know she is here, Ava turns to leave, drawing the curtains back around Sarah.

“Well?” Natalie asks her from her position at the nursing station, breaking away from a conversation with Maggie.

Ava just shakes her head. She doesn’t know quite what to say. What does one say? Besides, Ava really doesn’t wan to have to talk right now. With anyone. All she can think about is how much she had let Sarah down. How she should have been paying attention. And now she couldn’t even get Sarah to talk, much less get to the bottom of what triggered this.

It’s windy up on the balcony, and the evening is drawing in as Ava stares out onto the city of Chicago, a hundred thousand lights twinkling below. There’s still no more word from Sarah herself. Only that Ava can gather loud and clear she wants to be left alone. Which is especially hard to know.

“Hey,” a voice says beside her, making Ava jump. The fact she didn’t even hear him coming is a telltale sign something is wrong. Ava normally never misses anything.

“Your CABG went off without a hitch,” he begins lightly, trying to gauge Ava’s mood.

“Wish I could say the same about other things,” Ava deadpans, staring off into the distance, her focus on nothing in particular.

“How’s Sarah?” Connor frowns, leaning against the railing.

“Nat messaged to say she’s being transferred up to a bed to stay overnight for observation. She still doesn’t want to see me.” It comes out a little cold, detached. And honestly, Ava’s just feeling more than a little numb right now, so that assessment it’s about right.

“She’ll come ‘round,” Connor assures, putting an arm around Ava, who leans into him.

“Ooh my ears are burning,” comes a familiar voice from behind.

“Oh, hey Nat,” Ava manages a weak, sort of washed-out smile.

“How are you holding up?”

How was she? How did one answer that? How was someone dealing with all of this supposed to be?

Connor’s phone buzzes, breaking the silence.

“It’s Latham,” he says, checking.

“You’d better go,” Ava tells him, grateful for the diversion.

“It’s gonna be okay, Aves. You’re gonna get through this. You both are.”

“Thanks,” Ava sniffs as Connor pulls her into a tight hug, wanting desperately to believe his every word.

And then he’s gone.

“How’s Sarah,” Ava asks, eyes trained on the spot Connor had just vacated. She’s almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Pretty much the same. I’ve paged Dr Charles though. I hope you don’t mind?”

Ava shakes her head sadly. “Maybe he’ll have better luck than me.”

“Oh, Ava,” Natalie hums, holding her close, up there on the balcony. She doesn’t even care that Nat is probably using some of the tactics she uses on kids down in the ED. Because all Ava wants to do is believe things will be okay.

“How about I drive you back to yours so we can grab some things for Sarah?” Natalie suggests, filling the silence, smoothing Ava’s hair.

Ava agrees with a small nod. That seems like a logical suggestion. And in any case, she’s not sure she should be driving herself anywhere right now.

“Great,” Natalie says softly, her arms still safely around Ava. “And Ava, I promise you: everything will work out. It may not seem like it right now, but it will.”

There’s a fierceness in her voice, and Ava just clings to her. She wants to believe her. Wants it to be true with her whole heart. Because it has to be.

#recovering!au #my aus #sarah reese #ava bekker #they're both going through it #connor rhodes #natalie manning #april sexton #chicago med #reesker #asks #buiscitsandbooks #mutuals #eating disorder tw #hospitals tw #tw ed #my writing

24 notes · View notes

gofancyninjaworld · 3 years

Text

OPM Parallel School Series: Junior High School Student Saitama

Translated by @vibhavm with additional help from Redditors /u/graywords and /u/lucci85.

As part of the drama CDs from 2017, ONE didn’t just write stories set in the canonical story. He also penned lighter-hearted alternative universe stories, set in a high school... with predictable hijinks.

Audio link: https://soundcloud.com/vibhav-745976766/parallel-school-series-junior

We start:

Saitama (Sa): In this universe, there exists another world different from our world, a parallel world. This is another me, another Saitama, who lives in that parallel world.

Sonic (So): And I, Speed o' Sound Sonic, who went out of my way to transfer to Z Municipal Peace Middle School to settle my dispute with this Saitama!

Sa: (Well, there he is.)

Sa: (What's with the attitude?)

So: On the blood-covered battlefield known as the Sports Festival, in truth I was not really motivated for it, but I was unconsciously beginning to display my true abilities as the strongest ninja, and would unexpectedly become the star of the Sports Festival!

Sa: (It's just at a regular middle school sports festival.)

Sa: (I guess there are guys like that, who pretend they aren't motivated but are actually super excited.)

Sa: (Huh, so you really participated that much?)

So: This... is the lightning-speed sports documentary that recorded my heroism!

So: It’s the day before the Sports Festival.

So: To do image training for the bread eating contest, I was running to school eating a piece of bread.

Sa: You are fully motivated, aren’t you. I haven’t seen a guy like that.

So: Well now, Speed-o’-Sound Sonic, this is the last lap and I’m on one last straight line. It’s the last spot!

So: Fast! Fast! Crazy speed! Now, overtake Saitama running in front of you! Eh, seriously?!

Boom

So: Why the hell were you there on the last straight line?!

Sai: Huh? You tripped and fell on your own, what are you talking about?

So: gasp Hmph, you’ve got the wrong idea.

So: Running to school eating a piece of bread to do image training for the bread eating contest...

So: ...I was doing nothing of the sort! Not at all!

Sa: We don't even have a bread eating contest at our Sports Festival.

So: Eh… Anyway, tomorrow's sports day, be prepared for it! I’ll beat you up until you can’t stand, without fail!

So: I’ll turn the sports day into a bloodbath!

Sai: Uhh, you and I are on the same go-home club team.

So: Eh.. Uh… Hmph…

Music and fireworks

PPP: Sooo, let’s start this year’s Z-City Peace Junior High School Sports Day.

PPP: A physical festival, where muscles will clash with muscles!

PPP: I’m Puri Puri Prisoner, the speaker, i’m very fond of young boys.

PPP: And for the commentator… the well-known first-year junior high school student, Sweet Mask chan is joining us!

SM: Thank you for having me.

PPP: Well then, Amai Mask chan, you hold your annual winning streak with your Student Council team: what’s your outlook for this year?

AM: It goes without saying. This year too, my Student Council team will win without fa-

So: Hehehehehhehe. You’re pretty foolish, Student Council.

AM: Huh! You are…

So: chuckles

AM: Who are you?

PPP: This month a new student was transferred in this school for an exchange draft, B-group, attendance number 8. You’re Speed-o’-Sound Sonic-chan! You prefer a 40-degree temperature for your baths, and you enter the bathtub from the right. And apparently you don’t sleep in a bed but in a futon.

So: Ugh, why do you know so much about me!

PPP: It’s natural for teachers to keep the profile of their cutest students.

So: Anyway! This year's "go-home club team", teamed up with me, Speed o' Sound Sonic, their Golden Rookie, will be on a completely different level than before!

SM: Hmph. So the number of small fries increased by one-

So: I’m not alone.

So: The only man I consider a rival, Saitama! His gofer, the cyborg Genos! Furthermore, the strongest man, King is also here!

So: With those three, everything should be treated very seriously!

PPP: Are you talking about those 3 hurriedly eating over there?

Genos (Ge): Captain Saitama, what would you like as ingredients for the rice balls?

Sai: Salmon for me.

Ge: And you King senpai?

King (K): Tuna.

So: Hey! What are you doing relaxing! The fight is about to start!

Sa: Hm? Mmm..mmm… You wanna eat too? gulp Genos’s Fried Rice Balls are pretty tasty.

So: Mm, well now, let me see.

So: Mmmh, the sweet savoury smell of soy sauce with barley rice flour is- HEY YOU ALL!

Ge: Hmph. The Rice Balls weren't for you in the first place.

So: Tch, this guy.

AM: Did you already fall out with your friends? You can’t challenge our strongest student council team in such a mess.

AM: You should know your social standing. You’re an eyesore. It’s best if you quickly run home.

So: Such a way of talking…

So: You all! Aren’t you annoyed by how he’s talking to us!

Sa: Genos, grab me a barley tea?

King: Yeah, me too!

Ge: Ah, yes!

So: These guys are hopeless. They don’t listen at all…

AM: Heh, good luck with that. It’s going to be useless though. Hahahaha.

So: Tch, you bastards! You’ve acted like this all the time！

Ge: It’s according to plan. With this, the student council has let their guard down.

So: What?!

So: That means, could it be… their lax behaviour up until now…

Ge: Hmph, obviously. It was a fake in order to fool the opponent. Right, Captain Saitama?

Sa: Mh? What did you say?

Ge: Sonic, was it? How can’t you understand that even though you say you’re a ninja?

So: Uh...

So: I don't like your tone of voice, but....

So: I see. As expected of Saitama. I don’t see you as my rival for nothing.

PPP: And noooow, the first event, the mock cavalry battle is starting.

PPP: All contestants, please reach your friends!

Ge: Now then, Captain Saitama, King Senpai, let’s head into battle!

Sai: Ehhh, I'm full from overeating Rice Balls. Is it necessary to have four people? What a drag.

So: This isn’t a strategy at all is it!

SM: After all, the mock cavalry battle finished and naturally our student council team’s victory was secured. The home team was totally unfocused. But I won’t talk about it, because it was quite an embarrassing sight.

So: What a way of talking…

PPP: Well, apparently the Student Council Team is overwhelmingly above the others and leads the chart as of now.

AM: It seems the match is settled.

So: The student council team is 1280 points ahead huh. But there’s one last match.

So: The opposition club activities relay is left!

King: That's right, I believe the team that wins the relay gets 9 times the points.

Sa: Wait, that's way too many.

Ge: I see. If we win the relay, that means we can win by 8,999,999,998,720 points, then.

Sa: Huh. Did we really need that calculation?

So: Anyway! The game starts now! Just you watch, Student Council!

AM: Hahahaha, I could say the same to you from the horrible state you seem to be in.

AM: Everyone! They may be in last place, but the Go-Home Team is desperately trying hard, so please give them a round of applause!

AM: However, I, Amai Mask, pledge that my Student Council team will win the final opposition club activities relay, and achieve complete overall victory.

crowd applauding

So: Tch, what an unpleasant guy.

AM: Good luck to you all, even though I think you’re hopeless.

So: You all, despite being made such a fool of, you’re still-

Ge: All according to plan, this time for sure the Student Council has let their guard down.

So: gasp

So: So you mean... this pathetically slow start... I can't believe it!

Ge: Obviously, this is the final event that will decide everything.

Ge: It was a strategy to retain stamina until the opposition club activities relay. Right, captain Saitama?

Saitama: Man, I'm gettin' sleepy now.

So: I see, to deceive your opponents, you must first start with your allies. I was completely deceived.

So: Alright! Well then, let’s decide on our running order immediately!

Ge: Captain Saitama, what number would you like?

Saitama snoring

K: He’s having a sound nap.

So: This definitely isn’t a strategy at all is it!

PPP: Ok, time for the final event! The activity is the relay fight! The winning team will not only receive 9 times the points, but also a prize of 50 thousand yen!

So: Eh!?

K: Oh, you woke up.

So: So basically, I’ll be running for all 3 people?!

Sa: Well, what number do you want me to run in, Sonic?

So: Saitama…

Ge: Captain…

PPP: Well then, starting off with our first runners -- for the Student Council, their secretary, Drive Knight Chan!

DK: At last, it’s my turn…

PPP: And the go-home team self proclaimed vice captain, Genos-chan!

Ge: For the sake of the Go-Home club, I cannot lose!

PPP: Everyone is ready for the start...

mechanical sound

PPP: Wow, Drive Knight-chan! The lower half of his mechanical body transformed into a horse-shaped one!

PPP: Amai Mask chan, isn’t this foul play?

AM: Obviously, this is not foul play. As the opponent is also a cyborg.

PPP: That’s true…

DK: Genos-kun… This is the latest model lower body I prepared for this Sports Festival. The likelihood of you winning again such equipment is next to zero.

Ge: hmph, next to zero you say?

DK: That’s right. Therefo-

Ge: So you mean, it’s not zero, right.

mechanical noise

PPP: The race finally begins! Drive Knight chan and Genos chan, the two advance at a speed that far surpasses human expectations!

running and trotting noise

PPP: Oh, as expected, the performance is different. Drive Knight chan is leading.

DK: Of course...

Ge: I see. Naturally, I can’t best him in leg power. However…

mechanical sound

Ge: Incineration cannon!

Explosions noise

PPP: Ah, what was that?! Drive Knight-chan was blown away by Genos-chan’s Incineration cannon and went out of bounds! And in that moment, Genos-chan has pulled ahead!

AM: That damn Go-home team…

AM: The use of weapons is against the rules!

So: What an idiot! That’s nowhere in the Sports Festival’s guidebook!

AM: Son of a... If it's come to this, I'll just use my position in the Student Council to mark this as a loss for the Go-Home Club due to foul play...

DK: There is no need for that.

AM: Drive Knight!?

DK: I told you, didn’t I? My equipment is the latest model.

DK: If you are going to come at me with weapons, I will counter-attack with even stronger weapons.

DK: Tactical Transformation: Sports Festival Special.

PPP: Oh, Drive Knight-chan’s horse part transformed again! This time it transformed into a missile!

PPP: Ah, look out Genos chan!

Shit ton of noise

PPP: The missile shot by Drive Knight-chan landed! Genos-chan’s body is in pieces. I feel so sorry, Genos-chan! Drive Knight-chan goes right past him!

DK: Sorry, Genos-kun. However, this is reality.

PPP: How can you call this a sports festival anymore?! The other runners have lost their fighting spirit and are falling apart one after another!

AM: As expected of Drive Knight. This match is already over.

G: I wonder about that.

AM: Hah! Genos-kun, with that broken down body, what can-

G: Rocket Punch!

AM?: What?!

Genos’s theme playing

PPP: Oh! Genos’s right hand holding the baton is flying off at even faster speed!

DK: Huh, impossible.

PPP: In a blink of an eye, the second place runner flies past Drive Knight to Sonic-chan!

G: Even if my body is broken and scattered into pieces, I will definitely pass the baton! That is the spirit of the going-home club team!

So: Hmph. Good performance for someone who’s Saitama’s errand-boy.

So: Now it’s up to me, Speed o’ Sound Sonic!

PPP: Wow! The Go-Home team takes the lead, and right after that, the baton of the Student Council team goes to its second player, Flashy Flash-chan!

DK: Forgive me, Flash. It’s up to you now.

Flash (FF): Leave it to me.

So: I’m gonna win this by a landslide！

PPP: Now; it’s a match between Speed o’ Sound Sonic chan and Flashy Flash chan!

PPP: Both have the cute face and speed I love so much. So, so fast!

So: That Student Council guy, he’s not bad…

So: Still, can you actually follow me like this?

FF: Seems like a good runner for the Go-Home team...

FF: still, don’t think you can win against me in speed!

PPP: They both fast, Fast, FAST!! I mean, they’re so fast I can't see them at all! I can’t see anything, it’s all enveloped in a cloud of dust!

So: Alright, take it, Saitama!

Sa: Eh? Where?

Sa: I got dust in my eyes, I can’t see a thing.

So: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? QUICKLY TAKE THE BATON!

FF: Take it, Zombieman!

Zombieman (ZM): Right, nice job Flash!

So: Hey, carry across the baton Saitama!

Sa: I can’t remove the dust in my eyes…

So: JUST RUN SAITAMA!!!

PPP: Anyway, I couldn’t see anything at all, but it seems like the third runners, Saitama-chan and Zombieman-chan started at almost the exact same time!

So: It seems that everyone has had a chance to see Sonic at the speed of sound!！

PPP: Nope, I didn't see you at all, Sonic chan.

So: What?

PPP: Nobody could see it, too bad.

So: Eh…?

FF: Hey, are you alright? You look like you’re on the brink of death.

PPP: Meanwhile, Saitama is nowhere to be seen!

So: Huh, what did you say!?

PPP: Saitama chan, where did you go off to?

sound effect

Sa: Huh, wait a sec. This scenery is a bit unfamiliar-

BOOM Tropical music

Sa: Eh? Where am I…?

Sa: Ah by any chance, did I take the wrong course? Crap…

Sa: I was running without seeing anything because of the dust...

Sa: Hey this is a jungle…

Sa: Crap, I need to get back quickly.

animal roaring

Sa: Hmm? Something about the animals...

Boom Weird laugh/cry

Sa: Are you… a monster?

Monster (M): That’s right.

I’m a poacher that was monsterfied after a trip to the jungle! With my overwhelming physical ability that was trained to perfection in the jungle, and my hunting instincts, I now reign at the pinnacle of this jungle's ecosystem. As the ultimate invasive species, I will tear people like you, who don the mantle of civilization and allow your physical abilities to devolve, limb from pale civilized limb--

BOOM

Sa: Oops… I should have asked that monster now about which way to Z-City.

Sa: Ah well, it’s probably that way-

Boom

PPP: While Saitama-chan is absent, Zombiman is still running alone!

ZM: Why can’t I see anybody, is this not the sports festival? What am I even racing against? Can I just keep running like this?

AM: Don’t think about it Zombieman, just keep running like that.

ZM: All- Alright, Amai Mask.

So: Damn it, where did Saitama go off to! Hey Genos!

Ge: There’s only one possibility I can think of.

So: What is it?

Ge: He might have gone home.

So: What!? Why in the absolute hell would anyone go home at a time like this!?

Ge: How Naive. You still don’t know anything about the go-home club.

AM: Hmph, looks like this time the match is over.

So: NNGHHHH

Beeping-like sounds

Genos: I sense something, it’s coming!

AM: What!?

PPP: Oh, he’s finally back here, Saitama-chan!

Seigi Shikkou playing

Sa: Sorry, sorry. I went the wrong way…

So: What were you doing, you idiot!

Sa: It’s your fault for spreading dust clouds everywhere.

PPP: However, Zombieman-chan is a long way away in the lead now.

AM: You’re too late.

So: Well, I wonder about that!

AM: What?

Sa: Alrighty, this time I won’t make a mistake.

BWOOSH

PPP: Fa- fa- fast!

Ge: As expected, Captain! His eyes have gone red, probably because money is on the line!

PPP: Saitama chan easily passed Zombieman chan!

ZM: Fast, way too fast!

PPP: And he’s rapidly gaining a wide lead.

AM: Impossible! That plain looking faced guy can’t be this fast!-

Crunch

PPP: Ohh… Amai Mask chan crushed his microphone…

PPP: Mr. Saitama gets ready and passes the baton to King-chan, the anchor!

Sa: I leave the rest to you.

K: Yeah…

PPP: On the other hand the Student Council Team, Zombieman is still far away back.

Ge: As expected Captain Saitama!

So: With this, the match is over.

AM: Nope, you’re pretty naive huh Go-Home team.

So: Huh?

AM: Have a look at our final runner. Can you still say that?

OST: Dark Energy

So: What did you say?

Tatsumaki (T): Hey, why are you running so sluggish! Hurry up and bring the baton to me!

Ge: Tha… That is…

AM: That’s right. The student council vice president. Tornado of Terror!

T: Ugh, I can’t wait anymore!

splash sound

PPP: AAAAAAH! Tatsumaki burst Zombieman’s body into tiny pieces with her Psychokinesis!

PPP: Aaaaand, the baton was passed on to Tatumaki-chan as if it were being carried by water.

So: Gah! In order to win… she even killed her ally!

ZM: No, I’m fine. Since I'm immortal.

Sa: Ah, is that so? I’m glad you’re okay.

ZM: Excuse me, but could you please gather the pieces of flesh scattered over there.

Sa: Sure. Though are you really fine?

AM: Now then, go Tatsumaki, show the power of our student council team!

T: I'll go without you having to say a damn thing, moron! Don't you dare boss me around and give me orders while your useless ass is just sitting back and relaxing in the commentator's seat! You disgust me. Why don't you just go on home with the Go-Home Club?!

PPP: Whoa! Tatsumaki-chan unexpectedly beat the Go-Home Club to the punch by telling him (AM) to go home!

PPP: Amai Mask-chan, is there anything you wish to say towards Tatsumaki-chan?

AM: Fufu

PPP: Amai Mask-chan is just barely able to maintain his smile, but it is at maximum twitching! As usual, today Tatsumaki-chan is emanating an aura of range in all directions!

T: Every last one of them, they can’t do anything without me. Here I go!

wind sfx

crowd panic

PPP: Aaah Tatsumaki-chan’s extremely powerful psychokinesis! There’s an actual tornado invading the campus!

PPP: The students --gagh, and even the tent we’re in, are getting blown away--gaah!

T: HAAAAAAAAAA!

winds intensify

PPP: King-chan.. Where is King-chan!

Sa: Ah, there right?

PPP: The object being blown away with tremendous force… K.. King chan!?

Ge: No, he’s not being blown away...

So: He’s riding the wind!

Sound of something lowering down

Tatsumaki: Huh?

PPP?: WHAT!?

PPP: With tremendous force King chan has wooooooooon!

PPP: The winner is the go-home club team!

cheers

K: Hm, what happened to me?

Sa: You did it, King!

Ge: As expected, King-senpai!

So: This is the world’s strongest man’s power…

T: You’re the one I lost to, it can’t be helped…

Amai: Cheers to you...

PPP: Congratulations, the MVP is King!

Crows woos

Saitama: Nice, let’s eat barbecue with the prize money.

King: Yeah. Though before that… I’m gonna swing by the infirmary.

66 notes · View notes

imaginesandinserts · 4 years

Text

Irreverent Pt. 33 - Trust

Title: Irreverent Pt. 33 - Trust Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: R Words: 3434

Irreverent Series Masterlist

Aaron was pouring over the case file for possibly the hundredth time that day. The team had been called in early after the bodies of two missing kids from a decade ago had been surfaced by a storm. These cases were always the hardest - both because it was from so long ago that any evidence that was available had been subject to the environment and also because any case with kids always filled him with a sense of guilt and unease at being away from Jack.

It had been a long day, starting with briefing in the jet for the entire time. You'd arrived a little late, leaving only the seat across from Prentiss open. Reid had taken the seat next to him which he had hoped you'd occupy. He'd seen you very little this past week. Your meetings with McKinney had begun and he knew that was eating into the already limited time any of them had available. You'd managed to make it to his place for dinner one night, and Jack had been thrilled to have someone else to play with for a bit. Even then, you'd left early citing the large pile of old cases McKinney wanted you to brush up on and had left with a quick kiss goodbye.

Aaron hadn't realized how much he'd gotten used to having you around until then. He and Jack had gone to the fair and you'd had to beg out as McKinney had asked you to accompany him to an inter-agency meeting at Langley. You'd called Jack to apologize and promised to make it up to him, before quickly speaking with Aaron about a possible trip the three of you could take soon. He'd agreed that you would plan something when things got a bit more calm.

Hearing a knock on his hotel room door, he briefly wondered who it could be. The rest of the team had gone down to the bar for a drink. He'd declined and encouraged them all to get some sleep, but of course his advice fell on deaf ears as Prentiss had rounded up the troops. He opened the door to see you, having changed from your suit into a matching pajama set. These were the little things that made him realize how different you were from Haley. It was such an odd thing to fixate on, but Haley had always been the mismatched large shirt and shorts kind of person, likely thinking that a matching pajama set was just too much effort or pretension to bother with. The few times he'd seen you dressed for bed (the time that the two of you had fought in your foyer with your robe wide open and a matching short silk and lace nightgown underneath always came to mind) it suited you. It was like another puzzle piece in how you always carried yourself in as put together a manner as possible. It would be wrong if that entire visage fell apart at night - like it was all a lie for the outside world.

This pajama set, however, was very decent and work appropriate - cute almost in the way that it made you look even younger than you were. He smiled, not having expected to see you tonight. The two of you still did a pretty good job of separating your work from the relationship and even now the team didn't know.

"Hey," he says, ushering you into the room. "Everything alright?"

You have some papers in your hand and you had just briefly smiled in a distracted - maybe nervous - sort of way as he'd let you in. Everything about the way you held herself was just a little bit off and it was quickly triggering a response in him as well. Was it the case? Was it you?

You gave a sort of half laugh as you sat on the bed and nodded. He came and sat beside you, waiting for you to speak. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you when we're in the middle of a case," you say, indicating towards the case file that's still lying open on the desk. "The stuff with the lawyers finally ended, and I just have something a little time sensitive that I need you to look over, if that's alright. "

He nods, feeling himself relax a little now that he knows that nothing is wrong. As you hand him the papers to look over, he notices you fidgeting with the edge of your top. It was always your tell when you were a little uncomfortable or out of your element, he'd come to learn. He takes the papers and takes his time reading through the entire document. It was a legal document setting up a trust in Jack's name, to be distributed to him when he's 21. Until then Aaron would be in control of the trust, with a stipulation for early withdrawal for college if needed. It was the number at the end that really knocked the wind out of him. He'd known you were well off - of course he had. But to know you had enough to easily set up a trust for Jack of this size was a whole another thing. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, you'd always treated Jack as your own even before the two of you had gotten together and yet on the other, the two of you still hadn't… Wasn't it too soon for something like this? Too much? Could he really accept this when the two of you were still finding your bearings together?

He looks back up at you to see your expectant gaze, having watched him as he read. He doesn't know if he has an answer yet. Taking a breath, he asks, "Can I read it over again and think about it?" He knows it isn't the answer you wanted but you control your reaction remarkably well, only smiling and nodding.

"All the terms are completely open to change - the age of withdrawal, any other stipulations you might want to put in place - good grades, or anything really. I just had a standard one drawn up," you tell him, your voice maybe an octave higher than normal.

He nods, getting up to put the papers away in a folder at the bottom of his bag. "When do you need an answer by?"

"Friday, if possible," you reply, getting up as well and moving towards the door. You'd already bothered him in the middle of a case with something that was a personal thing. The two of you had this unspoken agreement that work was work and you hadn't wanted to intrude upon that.

"Wait," he moves towards you, reaching for your hands. He holds them in his own before leaning down and placing a soft, tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he says, pulling away just a bit but still not leaving much room between the two of you. "I just want to think it over, but thank you for doing this for him."

You smile - a real smile this time - and he thinks he should just sign it then because maybe you'd smile at him again like that. "Of course, Aaron." You lean up and capture his lips taking the time to taste him as his own find your waist and push you gently against the wall for purchase.

"I'll leave you now, I know you're in case mode," you say pulling away from his lips which seem insistent on following yours. His pout makes you laugh a bit, before you break away and slip out the door.

*------------*

The team had split off into groups to go track down the Unsub. Garcia had sent you all three different locations and Hotch had split everyone up to go make the arrest. You and Reid had arrived at the last known address, only to find it empty. You hoped the others had better luck as the two of you looked around the apartment. He was definitely the Unsub - everything about the apartment fit the profile to a tee.

Spencer walked outside to call in and give an update while you finished photographing and gathering key evidence that would come in handy during the trial. When you walked back outside you see Reid standing outside the SUV, just getting off the call.

As you get closer you see that he looks off. You can already feel your heart rate pick up. Apprehending the Unsub is always the most dangerous part of the job and when the most injuries happen. JJ was running communications from the police station but you knew that Emily and Derek had paired off at the second location and Aaron and Dave had gone to the third. Your mind immediately went to Aaron and then you feel guilty for not worrying about everyone else as much - it feels selfish.

"Everything okay?" you ask, as you get close enough, your chest heavy, trying to stave off the oncoming panic whirlwind that your thoughts were propelling you towards.

Spencer turns and looks at you, you can tell he's trying to stay calm. "Hotch was shot."

*------------*

Aaron was propped up in the hospital bed, his tie still wrapped tightly around his arm to stop the bleeding. Him and Dave had gotten lucky and found the Unsub, but not before he'd gotten a few rounds off. Aaron had been just a millisecond too slow to duck in time and a bullet had managed to enter his arm. He wasn't dying by any means, but it still hurt.

Dave had apprehended the Unsub and called Morgan and Prentiss as they'd been closest, to come do pick up. Then Dave had helped him into the car and sped off towards the hospital where they both now sat. JJ was manning the headquarters and he knew that Morgan and Prentiss could handle the interrogation on their own, so he wasn't too worried.

He had just started to wonder if anyone had informed you and Reid yet as he hadn't heard from either you, when you came bursting through the door. He wasn't sure what he'd expected exactly of you in that moment - it was the first time either one of you had been injured in the field since the beginning of the relationship and he knew that changed things.

You swiftly walked in, not sparing a look at Dave, focused solely on him. Reid had apparently jogged to keep up with you as he looked out of breath as he entered a moment later. He could feel your gaze skimming over him and checking to see the damage. The fact that he was sitting up and conscious had to be of some comfort, he hoped.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked, as you reached the edge of the bed. There was a very forced calm air about you. He sees you pick up the chart the nurse had just updated, before moving on to set up an I.V. for him.

"I'm alright. They just need to get the bullet out," he tells you, trying unsuccessfully to hold in the wince of pain. He's very aware that Reid is in the room with you.

Apparently satisfied with his response, you'd now chosen to more or less ignore him. He watches as your eyes skim over the chart before they find what you'd been looking for.

"It says here that Dr. Wilson is assigned to the case. Where is Dr. Kepner?" you direct your question towards the nurse who had just finished setting up the I.V. and assured him that he'd be able to go into surgery as soon as an O.R. was available.

The nurse seems taken aback by your line of questioning, but responds by saying that Dr. Kepner is not available and Dr. Wilson is on call for trauma.

"No. Get Dr. Kepner. If you cannot manage that, then get me your Chief of Surgery." Your voice is direct and commanding and Aaron has to acknowledge that you no longer sound like the girl they interviewed a few years ago. Gone is any hint of nervousness or insecurity, replaced by a commanding tone that the nurse chooses (wisely) not to argue with as she leaves, nodding at the request.

Dave chooses to speak finally. "Y/N, I'm sure whichever doctor they got for Aaron is fine, and -"

You cut him off. "Dr. Wilson's success rate for trauma is dismal, sitting at less than 70%. Kepner is the head of their trauma department and she'll be the one doing the surgery." Your statement leaves no real room for argument and he can see Dave backing off, allowing you full control of the situation. You've already turned away again, consulting something on your phone.

At Aaron's raised eyebrow, Reid starts to speak, but is interrupted by the appearance of an older doctor at the door. He watches as you greet the man, and the two of you walk outside to talk.

"She made some phone calls," Reid starts again. "You should've seen her, it was pretty impressive." Reid shakes his head as if he's not quite sure what's going on or why you're so insistent that Hotch's surgery be done by the very best available, but he seems to accept it for friendly concern.

Aaron exchanges a look with Dave.

Half an hour later, he sees you and the man who he assumes was the Chief of Surgery outside his door again, this time accompanied by a petite redheaded doctor. The doctor comes around the corner, and takes his chart, making a quick update to it.

"Mr. Hotchner, I'm Dr. Kepner, I'll be doing your surgery today."

He sees you shaking hands with the Chief and he vaguely wonders if he's impressed or annoyed. He realizes he feels that way a lot when it comes to you.

You're standing at the door now as the nurses are prepping him for surgery and you're watching him and them intently. You haven't actually made eye contact with him again since your initial question and he can't help but notice your hands fidgeting with the hem of your FBI jacket.

*------------*

The team had waited until he was released from the hospital to fly back home. This time he makes sure that he's seated by you and asks Rossi to sit across from the two of you in the back of the airplane so that you can have some privacy from the rest of the team. He's still got some bandages around his arm and is on painkillers, but all in all he has to acknowledge that it could have been worse. It can always be worse.

You'd fallen asleep pretty quickly, having stayed at the hospital until his release. You hadn't actually spent too much time in his room afterwards, save for stopping in and checking to see if he was alright. He could see you milling around from his window - a couple of doctors had approached you to talk. He suspected that one of them - a tall blond man - had been flirting with you, based on how close to you he'd stood and how he had leaned in with a smirk on his face. He didn't think you had flirted back - you'd had a polite smile on your face that you maintained throughout but no laugh or touch.

Then you'd come back with the rest of the team when he was released, smiling at him finally and seeming lighter than you had the day before. He watched you now as you slept, entirely spent from the week long case. Looking up, at the baggage stowed away, he remembered that he had a decision to make. He looked back towards you and waited until you woke up.

When you woke up, you were still about an hour away from landing. You noted that most everyone had also knocked out and Rossi had moved from across you and Aaron to go sit near the front and play chess with Spencer. Stretching, you turn to look at Aaron, who is of course wide awake.

"Hey," he smiles softly at you and you feel the butterflies because it’s the smile he only gives you and it makes you feel like you're the only one that matters. You'd been so scared when Spencer had said he'd been shot, that as soon as you'd heard that it was minor and he was stable, your knees had almost given in. Had you not already been at the car, Spencer would've had to see you come crashing down on the sidewalk. However, as you were already at the car and apparently Aaron was mostly alright, you'd made a sharp turn into crisis management mode and had pretty much stayed in it until he left the hospital. It felt easier and safer than being the girlfriend that was scared out of her mind.

You smiled back, before taking a quick look again to make sure everyone was asleep or distracted. Rossi was the one facing you and Aaron, so even if he were to look up, it would be alright. You shifted and Aaron easily accommodated to tuck you into his side, arm slung around your shoulders.

"I owe you an answer," he says, low and soft, making sure only you can hear.

You tilt your head up slightly to look at him, nodding at him to continue.

"I will sign the trust documents," he says slowly, as though he's choosing his words carefully. "But I need you to sign something too."

You look at him, a little confused where he's going, but glad that he seems accepting at least of your attempts to make sure that Jack is taken care of. Even though you knew it wasn't his intention, part of Aaron stalling to sign felt like he was questioning your role and place in Jack's life and his. Of course he had all the right in the world to make this decision for Jack, so you'd waited hopefully. But you hadn't been able to help the bubble of anxiety that had been growing at the back of your mind ever since.

"This case - the only thing that happened is that I got shot in the arm. It could've been a lot worse." You can see his face illuminated by the dim lighting in the plane and the fear is so plainly written there.

"If something were to happen to me, I want you to take care of Jack." He looks right at you as he says this and sees your face go from initial confusion to shock and then he's not really sure because he hasn't seen this look before and he doesn't know what to make of it.

"Are you sure? Really? But Jess…" you manage to get out once the initial shock of his request is lessened but you aren't really asking because you're already nodding yes.

A part of him is surprised - pleasantly so - at the immediate and enthusiastic yes but most of him knew that there wouldn't be a doubt in your mind. He was pretty sure you loved Jack far more than you loved him. "Yes, of course, sweetheart." His hand finds yours and squeezes. "If something happens to me, I know you're the person that will be best for him." He looks up and catches Dave's eye, who only smiles a bit before returning to his game with Reid. And before he can talk himself out of it he really quickly presses the softest of kisses to your lips and he moves to move away but you're so responsive underneath him and your hand so easily comes around his waist, pulling him back in and there's a voice in his head telling him that you're on the plane and people don't know but he doesn't care really because your hand has worked its way into his hair and your mouth moves sinfully against his, your teeth nipping ever so lightly at his bottom lip, urging him to draw you in. Had he known this was the response he would've gotten, he would've signed Jack over to you ages ago.

He hears Dave clearing his throat in warning and knows you heard it too as you oh so reluctantly release him, your eyes shining and happy and he is so proud of himself for being the reason your face simply glows.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds reader insert #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotchner x reader #hotchner x you

107 notes · View notes

five-rivers · 4 years

Text

Doctor

The final continuation of Science and Stuck!

Jack and Maddie had never been in the Ghost Zone before, and they watched with fascination as the camera they had attached to Phantom dipped and bobbed, weaving through a complex maze of impossible and decaying architecture. Really, this whole endeavor would be worth it just for this.

But they'd already learned so much more. The interaction between Phantom and the box-obsessed ghost had been enlightening, giving insight to why Phantom did not simply destroy weaker ghosts who trespassed on his territory. They hadn't believed that ghosts could make deals like that.

It put Phantom's fights in a very different perspective. He might be coordinating with the ghosts he 'fought' to make himself look good. After all, if he could bargain with that ghost, why not others?

Admittedly, that theory was a bit out there, but it was plausible.

They had also been interested to see that Phantom was aware of the camera and its function. They had designed it to bond with the ghost's body, to trick it into accepting it as part of itself. They had assumed that the ghost's mind (such as it was) would be similarly fooled. But, it wasn't. Phantom appeared to have understood the camera almost immediately and had attempted to remove it.

Phantom swooped around another twisted staircase. Maddie tapped on the glass screen.

"I wonder what he's trying to hide," she said.

"Well, we'll see it sooner or later," said Jack, cutting off a corner of his emergency fudge. "There's no way he'll be able to get the camera off." He snorted. "Even if there was a ghost intelligent enough, they don't have the equipment."

Maddie nodded. "I suppose it's just frustrating. All this time, trying to figure him out, and now we have to wait even longer." She sighed. "Him knowing it's a camera is going to skew our results, too. He'll be on his best behavior while people are watching. We already know that from his whole hero routine."

On the screen, Phantom turned a corner, and the Fentons were treated to a view of a vast, open expanse. Floating islands charted their own paths against a green and swirling sky. Clouds of ectoplasmic mist scudded along the not-horizon. Disembodied doors flew by without rhyme or reason.

The picture shifted from side to side as Phantom took in his surroundings. It stopped, lingering on an oddly skull-shaped island for several long seconds before Phantom turned away.

Danny had known the portal the Box Ghost had shown him was close to Skulker's island, but he hadn't quite realized how close. It was a good landmark, he knew exactly how to get to the Far Frozen from here, but he didn't really want to run into Skulker.

He didn't want to deal with any of the ghosts he usually fought with his parents watching, and maybe listening, through the camera. They might not actively try to expose him, but a number of them were too comfortable with shouting out things like-

"I'll wrap Ember's gifts with your pelt, halfa whelp!"

Ugh. Like that.

Danny twisted and froze a tracking missile, not watching as it began to arc to his left, caught in the orbit of the staircase maze Danny had just left. He sent a few blasts at Skulker.

"I think you should find something to put in the gifts first!" he shouted. "Unlike last year. I heard you were begging MP3 players off of Technus minutes-" he cut off to dodge a net. He hated nets. Why did Skulker even bother with them, when he was trying to kill Danny, anyway? "Minutes before the party!"

"Like you're one to talk! You completely destroyed the party!"

"Hey, blame Ghostwriter for that one!"

"And you don't understand! You don't even have a girlfriend!"

"Well, neither will you for much longer if you don't come up with better present ideas!"

The fight had wound down into the two ghosts just yelling at each other. For all the violence Skulker regularly subjected him to, Danny sometimes wondered if Skulker actually wanted to skin him, or mount his head on a wall, or any of the other threats he belted out, or if he just wanted the thrill of the chase.

"Can't you just give me a break for once? I don't have time for this!"

"Oh, please, you have all the time in the world, whelp!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, what with you being a hal-"

Danny flew over and clamped a hand over Skulker's mouth. "Not another word," he hissed. "We're being watched."

"What do you-?"

Danny cut him off, pointing significantly at the camera. Skulker immediately started laughing.

"Oh, yeah, laugh it up. Wait 'til it happens to you."

"Ha! That is why I, with my modifications, am superior! Something as ridiculous as that could never happen to me!" He started laughing again.

"Whatever," grumbled Danny. "Are you going to keep attacking me, or can I go to the Far Frozen in peace?"

Skulker waved him off. "Consider it an early truce present!" he said. "But don't forget! I'll get your pelt eventually!"

"Sure," said Danny, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He floated backwards for a ways before turning, wary of being stabbed in the back. Or shot in the back. Or blasted in the back. Or whatever having missiles or nets launched at him from behind would be called.

But, once again, he was on his way to the Far Frozen. With his luck, he'd only be interrupted a dozen more times before he actually got there.

He sighed, thinking of ways he could block the camera in an emergency. Ice, perhaps? He could always put his hand over it, too. Maybe he should have done that from the beginning, but a part of him, the part that had argued with them before, wanted to show them the truth about ghosts. Part of him wanted them to see.

So, even though he kept fiddling with the camera as he flew, even though he definitely wanted it off, and quickly, he couldn't quite bring himself to cover it.

"Hey! Phantom!"

Danny turned, trying to place the voice. "Sydney?" he asked, surprised, spotting the sepia-toned specter. "What's up?" He slowed so that the other ghost could catch up to him. Sydney didn't often leave his lair on his own.

"Wow! It's lucky you came out here! I thought I'd have to go through your portal to find you." Sydney shuddered. He caught up to Danny. "I'm throwing a truce party this year!" he said, happily. "I'm inviting everyone." He handed Danny a small envelope. "It's a bit early, because I wanted to make sure that it didn't overlap with anyone else's party."

"Thanks, Sydney," said Danny, both surprised and touched. "I don't know if I'll be able to make it, you know what my l- my afterlife is like." His smile turned into a grimace at the awkwardness of his phrasing.

"Afterlife? But you-"

"I have a camera strapped to my chest right now. I'm pretty sure it's broadcasting. I don't really want to talk about it."

Sydney blinked at him. "Your existence is very difficult, isn't it? I'm glad I didn't manage to steal it from you when we first met."

"That's both of us. The shades in your lair still behaving?"

"Oh, yes. It's all fine. Thanks for asking! I've got to go deliver the rest of these! Good luck with your camera situation!"

"Yeah, stay safe, okay, Sydney?" called Danny, as they sped away from each other.

"You betcha!"

Danny tucked the invitation into a pocket. He'd have to check out the details later, when he wouldn't have to hold it at a weird angle to keep the camera from seeing it.

Now, if there were no more interruptions, he could get to the Far Frozen before- He stopped. That forest had not been there before, and, usually, the floating islands didn't move like-

Not a floating island Undergrowth oh Ancients he looked mad run run run.

It was a good thing Danny was faster than Undergrowth. He didn't want to fight the plant ghost on his home turf... if there even was any turf underneath all those plants.

The chase (not to mention dodging and fighting off the seed bombs that Undergrowth had lobbed his way) had drained Danny, and he was flying significantly slower. The hope that he'd get back home before dawn looked distinctly forlorn. He sighed. That was just his life, though, wasn't it?

Maddie had filled half a notebook with questions.

Ghosts appeared to be much more complex than previously believed, even if it was clear that what rudimentary social structure they had was founded entirely on violence. The three encounters Phantom had had in the Ghost Zone thus far illustrated that perfectly.

The first, with Skulker, served as a sort of average. The ghosts had fought, demonstrated that they were more-or-less equals, and then parted, apparently not wanting a more definitive contest. The second had been with a smaller ghost who was obviously submissive towards Phantom. The third, with the plant ghost was more along the lines of what she and Jack had expected: Strong ghosts attempting to defeat and consume weaker ones.

"I wonder what this 'truce' they keep talking about is," said Maddie, tapping her pencil on her notebook.

"I wonder what that sound is," said Jack. "The microphone shouldn't be picking up this kind of interference."

"I think it's core noise," said Maddie. "We can analyze the sound later and compare it to his ectosignature, after we find out where he's going." She glanced at the clock. "And after we get some sleep. Everything is being recorded."

"I'll have to double check all the connections before we do this again. I bet it's a loose wire." Jack pouted.

Maddie nodded. "Where do you think he's going? You don't suppose he thinks he has some way to get it off?"

Jack shrugged. "His lair, maybe? The distance might be why he stays in Amity Park."

"Lairs are still pure speculation, though," said Maddie. "Although, one hypothesis is that they help ghosts reform and heal, so he might think it'll get rid of the camera."

Jack grunted in acknowledgement. "What do you think that white dot is?" he asked, pointing at the screen.

"I think it's one of those floating islands," she said. "It's a different color than the others."

They watched as it grew larger on the screen. "I think Phantom is heading towards it."

"Maybe it's his lair," she said. "He does have ice powers. Ice and snow could be what gives it its color."

"It does look like that could be," said Jack.

The island grew larger and larger, and eventually the picture showed that they had been right. The island was covered with snow and more.

"I think those are buildings," said Maddie, pointing out little mounds. "Crude, but still buildings. Perhaps Phantom is trying to replicate features of Amity Park in his lair?"

"You don't think it could be some kind of," Jack waved his hand vaguely, "rudimentary ghost settlement?"

Maddie wrinkled her nose. "What would they have to gain? Why would you say that?"

"Because I think I see some ghosts moving around down there."

Sure enough, Maddie could see movement where he pointed. The ghosts were white-furred, and difficult to see against the snow, but they were there. They looked fierce. Animal ghosts of some kind, Maddie assumed, but warped over the years.

"They all look so much alike," said Maddie, fascinated. "I wonder what could have caused that."

"Well, they say form follows function!" said Jack. "Or the 'native' theory could be correct, and they formed that way, without human consciousness involved!"

"Hm," said Maddie, making a note. "We'll have to look into that again."

Phantom's hand flashed in the camera's peripheral vision. "He's waving to them," said Jack.

"Great one!" shouted one of the ghosts on the island, voice made small by distance.

"Frostbite!" yelled Phantom in return, voice much louder. He swooped down, and was embraced by the other ghost, who was much, much larger.

The other white-furred ghosts cheered. Maddie frowned.

"If he has this sort of reception here, why come to Amity Park?" she asked. "If his Obsession is attention..."

"Maybe it's human attention he wants," said Jack, rubbing his chin. "Either way, they're... enthusiastic, aren't they?"

"I can't believe they've banded together like this," said Maddie. "It doesn't make sense. The structures... they don't make sense, either. Ghosts shouldn't need things like that, especially not in the Ghost Zone."

"Maybe they're a different species of ghost that does need things like this," said Jack, most of his attention on the ghosts greeting Phantom. "We've never seen any like them here. They might only be able to exist in cold. Or they could have Obsessions related to, uh... igloos?"

"They aren't really shaped like igloos, though," said Maddie. "I think there's stone under there."

"The ice could just be dirty."

"That wouldn't surprise me."

Getting to the Far Frozen was a relief. Danny felt a the tension he'd been carrying within him relax as soon as he spotted Frostbit.

It was replaced with embarrassment once everyone started fussing over him. Technically, this was in front of his parents. Still, he'd take embarrassment over what he was feeling earlier. His core was singing that he was safe safe safe among allies and friends, and the cold felt wonderful against his skin.

"What brings you to the Far Frozen today, great one?"

Danny chuckled nervously and reached back to rub his neck. The motion was stopped when he encountered the collar around his neck. "I'm actually here to see a doctor. I've got a bit of a medical problem. At least, I think it's a medical problem." Danny touched down on the surface of the snow, wilting slightly as he tugged fruitlessly on the collar. "I don't really know. Can you help?"

Frostbite's eyes went wide for a moment before shifting into pure concern. "Of course, great one. We'll take a look at you right away. Unless you need to rest? We know we are far from your home."

Danny shook his head. "I want to get this fixed right away," he said.

When Frostbite scooped Danny up and put him on his shoulder, it wasn't a surprise. Neither was the short flight to the Far Frozen's medical 'cave.'

Oh, to be sure, it was a cave, but Danny always felt like calling it something like that, something so crude, was a disservice. For one, the entrance chamber was gorgeous. A huge, underground atrium with an intricately grown and carved ice ceiling, geometric patterns spiraling down the walls; ghost writing above graceful arches, indicating what each space was used for. Shining, high-tech devices that made even Tucker salivate. Some people might judge them on what lay above ground in their village, but appearances were often deceiving in the Ghost Zone, and the Far Frozen was one of the most advanced societies around.

Only an idiot would mistake the tribe of the Far Frozen for savages.

Frostbite carried Danny into the diagnosis area, set him down in a chair, and began going through the routine of cleaning his hands and putting on medical equipment.

"Oh," said Danny, leaning forward, "Frostbite, you don't have to, I know you're busy."

"Nonsense, great one! You deserve the best of care, and I am here to provide." He sat down on a stool across from Danny. "So, what seems to be the problem?"

Danny began to explain.

Jack and Maddie weren't talking. This is because they were in shock.

The ruins at the beginning had been one thing... Those were expected, the ghosts of buildings, so to speak, ectoplasmic echos. But this place? This level of technology- It shouldn't be possible!

"I know," said Jack, and Maddie realized she had spoken out loud. "But... it's here, isn't it? We're seeing it."

"It could be a trick," said Maddie. "A facade. There's no way any of this is actually functional."

"But if it is... Jazz and Danny, they might be right," said Jack. He sounded troubled. "If ghosts can form societies, and create technology and art like this, even if the societies are based on violence, that indicates some form of sapience, of intelligence, even if it isn't human intelligence."

Maddie nodded. "I think we should withhold judgement until we actually see results," she said.

"Yeah," said Jack. "Just... I feel sort of like the bad guy in a sci-fi movie, you know? The one who insists the aliens or people with superpowers aren't really human."

"It isn't the same, Jack. These are ghosts."

"But what does that even mean anymore?"

Maddie sighed. "We'll have to change our theories," she said.

"Ah," said the ghost known as 'Frostbite' on the screen, scanning Phantom with some kind of unknown device, "yes. I see what the problem is. I'll take the camera out, now, and then we can work on the other bits."

The screen went blank.

Getting the collar removed was both easier and harder than Danny had expected. Easier, because all he had to do was take a drug and let Frostbite peel it off, harder because he had to come down off the drug before he went home, lest he get into a fight and wind up with semi-permanent injuries. At least he was able to send a message to Jazz to ask her to cover for his absence.

He didn't get home until four in the afternoon. Nothing remarkable happened on the way back, because the Far Frozen decided to send some warriors along with him to make sure he got back safely. He was a bit surprised, however, to find his parents passed out at their desks in the lab, apparently reviewing recordings from the camera they had stuck to him.

Recordings like that could be dangerous to him. Should he delete them?

No, he hadn't said anything incriminating, and they were unlikely to be able to use the footage to attack the Far Frozen. The floating islands moved, after all, and he had entered the Zone from a random portal. It should be fine to leave it like that.

He let himself turn human. The air down here was chilly. He should get them blankets or something and let Jazz know he was back, then he'd pass out himself.

While he was draping a quilt over Maddie's shoulders, he caught sight of her notebook and the last line she had written.

The kids are right. We'll have to revise our theories concerning Phantom and the other ghosts.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2020 #day 11

416 notes · View notes

elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

Text

June Contest Submission #5: Heat Waves

Words: ca. 5,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: yes CW: drinking, irresponsible summertime behavior, Elsa x other people content (notably Hans, Honeymaren and Kristoff)

“What are you doing here?”

Her sister looks equally startled as Elsa feels. She’s leaning on a kitchen counter with a box of ice cream in one of her hands and a spoon in the other, frozen halfway to her mouth.

“Eating ice cream?” She answers with a question in her voice, offering Elsa a meek smile. “Are you gonna berate me for eating sweets so early or what? Hi, by the way.”

She puts her spoon in her mouth right after that and her smile grows bolder, smug even, almost exactly like their little brother whenever he purposely defies their mother. Elsa’s caught off guard for a moment–first by the fact that Anna is there and second by how much she has not changed at all, from the tips of her red pigtail braids to the jean shorts she’s had since she was fifteen.

“No, I mean– what are you doing here?” Elsa repeats, turning her gaze away from her sister’s thighs and to the floor, which comes to her much harder than she would like to, accompanied by a wave of embarrassment. “In the house. Weren’t you supposed to be on some,” she stops and forces herself to keep the exasperation out of her voice as best as she can, “life-changing trip?”

She fails spectacularly, but Anna either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind.

“That was the plan, yeah,” she answers as she kicks off and starts in Elsa’s direction. Elsa has to fight the urge to take a step back. “But then they started talking about that huge heatwave coming in, so you know…”

No, Elsa doesn’t know. There’s definitely not enough information provided for her to know anything and her mind is in a haze of panic, but Anna now braces her hand on her hip and sends her this you know how it be expression. “So you’re gonna be here the whole Summer?” she blurts out instead of asking for the explanation she doesn’t truly care about.

“Well– yeah? Maybe we’re gonna go somewhere a little later, but for now it seems it’s just you and me.” Her smile and cheerful tone clearly betray that she understood Elsa’s question in a completely different light than it was meant. “And there’s no way I’d go down South with mom and Olaf.”

Elsa curses in her head. Some heads up about this whole… situation would have been nice.

“At least not when I knew that you were coming back home.”

***

The next day is just a blur of trying to avoid Anna and Anna actively making it harder. Elsa blames the first few hours after her arrival on ‘being tired after the flight’ (which she spent sleeping) and ‘needing to unpack’ (which she doesn’t really, but she still goes through with that in case Anna tries to factcheck her later.)

She spends most of the afternoon locked in her room, lying face down on her bed and trying to block the entire world out.

Anna is here. She can hear her going about her day downstairs, watching TV louder than necessary, playing some music that she’d never heard her play before (is a year really enough to completely shift a person’s music taste?), even going outside to water the backyard.

And knocking. She knocks on her door a few times, asking if she’s okay, if she’s hungry, thirsty, if she needs anything at all, but Elsa just refuses every time.

Just her luck that Anna has to be there.

She emerges briefly in the evening to go to the bathroom, then dodges Anna with some pizza (‘thanks, I’m not hungry,’ she saysas her stomach rumbles) and slithers off into her room for a restless night of shameful thoughts.

Anna’s thighs in those damned shorts are the star of the show.

***

The next day she runs out of most viable excuses to stay in her room (other than outright saying she’d rather be in her room than out where Anna is), so she ignores the kitchen radio yelling about the hot, hot weather outside and decides to go to town.

Alone.

She makes a stop at the first Starbucks she sees and orders a caramel frappuccino and the biggest sandwich they offer. She’s tired as hell and starving, so both disappear within minutes and she finds herself with no real reason to stay in the air conditioned parlor. She makes a mental note to maybe bring her laptop the next day.

For a few hours she just roams around the city without any real destination, going in and out of various shops just to escape the afternoon heat.

By evening her feet are dead and she yearns for nothing else than to just go home and shower for two hours, but home was where Anna most likely is now.

As if to confirm, her phone buzzes and she takes it out to see the unread messages count jump from 53 to 54. She hits the icon and then goes to the only name with the little blue dot next to it, trying to ignore the I’m the worst sister in the world thought stabbing at the back of her mind.

‘Hey, coming back soon? I’m about to order food, any wishes?’

Shit shit shit. She clearly plans to spend the evening together, like normal siblings, and Elsa can’t have any of that.

She quickly looks around for some sort of excuse, and her eyes fall on a bright neon on the other side of the street.

For the first time in over a year, she writes an answer to her sister’s text message, trying not to think too much about the possible disappointment she’s causing her.

***

The club is loud. There’s a lot of people in, especially for a Monday night, but the more commotion and deep bass the better. It helps Elsa ease her shoulders a little and clear her mind as she glides across the floor straight for the bar.

She waits in line for a few minutes before she can order some basic bitch drink. There’s a free bar stool that she quickly decides to claim as her own. It’s not exactly ‘her world’. She’s not a party girl at heart, and she’s not one to dance a whole night away, but when faced with option A, dance and option B, be anywhere near Anna, the choice seems pretty obvious. The bartender hands her the drink and she sips on it slowly, swaying to the electronic music and trying to ignore her own thoughts.

She’s into her second cocktail when two girls slam into the bar to her right and start making out wildly, a blonde and a redhead around her age, just her fucking luck. She quickly downs the ridiculously sweet drink and decides it’s time to move on to hard liquor. It’s Monday, and the neon-colored chart behind the bar informs her that it’s a 4 for $5 on tequila special, so she calls the bartender over and just points to the sign. He nods, slams four shot glasses in front of her and she slides five bucks over.

She downs the first shot and tries not to make a face, then in a mix of generosity and bravery with just a hint of nihilism she pulls on the shirt of the blonde girl who’s currently invading her personal space.

They break away from each other reluctantly and the girl shoots her an almost angry, questioning glare. She has striking green eyes that switch from Elsa’s face to her hand when Elsa points to two of her remaining shots. That clicks quickly and both girls grab a glass each, the redhead grinning wildly and the blonde smiling sweetly as the three of them raise the shots in cheers.

Elsa downs her second shot and this time she can’t stop the grimace (Jesus, that has to be the worst tequila she’s ever had and she spent the past two years living on campus, for fuck’s sake) but her furrowed brows quickly shoot up in surprise when the blonde leans in to clash her lips with Elsa’s.

It’s unexpected, that’s for sure. Elsa’s frozen in her spot as the girl’s tongue splits her mouth open and slips in, uninvited but oddly welcome as it slowly slithers over her teeth. She tastes like that awful tequila with a hint of pina colada and pulls away far too soon for Elsa’s liking.

Before she can protest–either against the pulling away or the kissing her in the first place–the blonde moves aside just enough to let her redhead partner (?) through and Elsa’s taken hold of again. The redhead is rougher, more dominant, her curly hair tickles the bridge of Elsa’s nose and the force of her kiss pulls Elsa right out of her seat and against the bar.

“That’s a thanks,” the girl says when she pulls away and brushes her thumb over Elsa’s definitely bruised lips. She turns to her girlfriend (?) and does some non-verbal communication shenanigans before grabbing Elsa’s wrist. “Come with us.”

Elsa didn’t plan to dance. She didn’t exactly plan on making out with two nameless girls either. But when the blonde’s tongue dances with hers, when the redhead’s teeth nip at her lower lip–for those brief moments Elsa does not think about Anna at all.

***

There’s 7 new unread messages and 3 unanswered phone calls by the time she makes it home. She’s exhausted and drunk and… she doesn’t even know what to put the last thing as. Violated? She consented to everything (she thinks? She was drunk), but the entire thing was not on her agenda to begin with.

But then as soon as she opens the front door and slips in, then looks into the living room to see the TV still droning on in the background and Anna sprawled passed out on the couch in only a t-shirt and some underwear she wishes she was back with those two strange girls in the club.

She takes a cautious step inside, the cool wood a blessing against her bare feet. She makes it a whole of two paces in before it cracks, and immediately Anna stirs.

“Elsa?” she asks in a sleepy voice, sitting up to see better, but it’s lighter in the living room than it is in the corridor so she can’t see Elsa’s face (or her blush when Elsa notices Anna’s loose t-shirt slide off her shoulder.)

“It’s me,” Elsa assures her hurriedly, silently begging she stays on the couch. “I’m uh… I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Anna grumbles something in response but it’s drowned out by the TV, and Elsa doesn’t stay to talk things through. She takes the stairs in strides and dashes for her room, where she’s safe and alone.

The door to Anna’s bedroom slams shut shortly after and the mix of shame and guilt keeps Elsa up for hours.

***

It’s barely morning when she sneaks out again, fully intent on grabbing breakfast and coffee in the same Starbucks as before. She’s not slept much (has she even slept at all?) and the hangover is slowly starting to manifest, so her frappuccino comes with two extra shots of espresso.

The laptop idea from yesterday was abandoned when she got up and realized she’d have to haul it everywhere for the whole day. So she sits in the air conditioned parlor (it’s like 10am and outside it’s already over 30°C) browsing through YouTube videos on her phone and tuning out the rest of the world for a few hours, too tired to function beyond simple entertainment.

Anna texts her a few times and she ignores every message, but she can’t really ignore the nagging vision of her sister with messy hair and that loose t-shirt slipping off her left shoulder. No matter how many puppy and kitten videos she pretends to watch.

When the gazes of the baristas become a little too unbearable, she packs up and leaves with nowhere to go.

***

In the evening she finds herself wandering into a different night club with her shoulders red from the scorching sun.

She doesn’t spend much time admiring the decor; her mind is set on a simple objective–get smashed. She’s not decided on exactly which way she means it yet.

The answer clarifies itself in the form of a young man.

“Hans,” he says, even though she’s not exactly that interested in knowing his name or giving him hers. He looks at her throw another shot with a hopeful glint in his eye, not unlike a scavenger bird staring at a dying animal. “You dance?”

She’s had four shots of straight vodka by now and she does not give a single shit about dancing, really, but she takes his hand and lets herself be dragged to the floor. He attempts to beat around the bush for a grand total of half a song before he pulls her closer and hunches over her, catching her lips in a sloppy kiss.

It’s… different. Not that Elsa’s not kissed men before, no–but this time she somehow at the same time really wants this guy, this Hans person that she hopes to never see again after tonight to take his hands off her ass and to take that fire burning in her chest for the one girl she really can’t have and extinguish, if only for a few hours.

So when Hans grinds into her and she can feel just how eager he is to help her with the predicament he knows nothing about, Elsa moves along and deepens their kiss.

The club bathroom is nasty and crowded, and the stall feels like it’s about to fall apart behind her back as she holds onto his neck and digs her nails into his skin. He grunts into her ear in a borderline animalistic way and she closes her eyes as his body goes rigid against her and she fights off a wave of shame-fueled nausea with a climax.

When she opens her eyes again, his hair gripped between her fingers has the most frighteningly familiar hue.

***

“I was worried about you,” is the simple statement welcoming her back home. Anna is sitting cross-legged in the dark living room, the Netflix logo frozen on the tv behind her.

She’s wearing that damned loose t-shirt again and apparently made a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor. The room is filled with the soft hum of the fan blowing right onto her back.

Elsa shrugs and mumbles something that she herself doesn’t even understand. She hopes that Anna can’t see her smudged mascara, or the state of her dress.

***

She falls into a routine over the next few days. Wake up way too early, ignore the heatwave alert on her phone, sneak out before Anna can intercept her, have breakfast at the usual Starbucks, wander around the city until her legs can’t take it anymore and she’s exhausted most options for air conditioned cover. When evening comes and brings barely any respite from the scorching sun, find a club, bar or pub and hunt for human contact. Come back home way too late. Wake up way too early. Ignore the heatwave alert.

She wipes the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand as she sips on a slushie. It’s Saturday, and the forecasts everywhere are screaming for people to stay home unless they really need to get out. Which Elsa absolutely does, because as far as she’s aware Anna is heeding the warnings like a sane person should.

She sips the slushie again and lingers on that thought. A sane person. She definitely doesn’t qualify as one, sitting outside in what barely even counts as shade while the biggest heatwave of two decades rolls over the city. It’s so hot she can see the air move in literal waves and the streets reflect the sky like mirrors. A city-scape mirage.

Her phone beeps quietly and she swipes Anna’s message away.

***

She winds up at a gay club for that night, and in the rainbow-colored lights instantly finds a girl that catches her eye.

The attraction is mutual and electric, and soon she’s making out with her in the backseat of an Uber on the way to the girl’s place. It’s a nice change–she’s been hooking up with guys for the last few days, and honestly she was slowly getting fed up with rough lips and scruffed chins. The girl is soft as petals and sweet as honey.

Honeymaren happens to be her name. Fitting, Elsa’s fried mind notes as her hand travels under the girl’s shirt despite the Uber driver’s scornful gaze in the rearview mirror.

They get off in a part of the city she’s never been in before and Honeymaren (‘just Ren is fine!’) leads her into the elevator and onto the 14th floor. She slams Elsa against the door as they kiss like two bitches in heat, Ren fumbling to fit the key in the lock next to Elsa’s ass.

When she finally manages to open the door they all but fall into the apartment and they break apart for long enough for Elsa’s love of the evening to lead her into the bedroom, shushing her on the way.

“I don’t wanna wake my brother,” she whispers and Elsa’s stomach sinks, because brother is dangerously close to sister and that makes her spiral into thoughts she’s here to run away from.

As soon as they’re in Honeymaren’s bedroom Elsa reaches for her and locks their lips again, intent on focusing all of her attention on this absolutely stunning woman in front of her, and not the one on her family pictures.

They make it to the bed and clothes start flying, lips start wandering, teeth start sinking. Muffled moans fill the room when Elsa finds herself between a pair of silky thighs and a pillow finds itself on Honeymaren’s face.

One much louder moan later Elsa is flipped onto her back harshly and her mouth is filled with a foreign tongue again as Honeymaren’s fingers find purchase below her abdomen, making Elsa’s legs go numb with skilled, precise strokes.

She nears her peak as Ren starts whispering in her ear, her voice guiding her senses and hopes of maybe, finally, finding someone who she could forget about her sick desires with.

She comes with a wish for this girl to break this damned curse.

When she opens her eyes, Honeymaren’s smile is so alike Anna’s.

***

She’s back home in an hour.

For a moment, panic grips her chest when she doesn’t hear Anna complain about her late arrival–but she soon finds her curled up in the nest, the tv turned off for once and the AC and fan both blasting at her. She’s barely dressed at this point (if Elsa thought that loose t-shirt was bad then the tank top is just pure torture) and uncovered, but she’s sleeping soundly and Elsa has no plans whatsoever to wake her up.

She creeps over quietly and sits down on the couch just next to Anna’s nest. In the dawning light, she can barely make out the freckles on her nose, and some of those on her shoulders. They’re lightly tanned (unlike Elsa’s own aggressively red) and oh-so-inviting in that freaking tank top, but she dares not even think about touching her. Her lips are parted, hands curled up just in front of her porcelain doll face.

Elsa watches her until her vision blurs with tears before fading to black.

***

“You really should stay home tonight,” Anna says in the morning when Elsa wakes up to the smell of real breakfast and pain in her neck. “They’re saying today’s the worst in terms of the heat.”

Elsa looks down at the toast and eggs Anna set in front of her and feels guilt battle hunger in her gut. “I have to go,” she mumbles as she reaches for the fork, and she’s not sure Anna could even hear her.

When she looks up though, she’s met with a glistening stare.

“Do you really hate spending time with me that much?” Anna asks in a small voice, and Elsa can tell she’s been waiting to ask this question for a while.

Still, she’s taken aback for a moment. “N-no,” she manages out after a very awkward pause. “I just have a date.”

Anna huffs. “A date?”

“Yeah.” And it’s not even a lie. She does have a date, she just needs to confirm it. “I uh, I met him at a bar a few days ago.”

Anna gives her an odd look, but she doesn’t say anything else.

***

Kristoff is… nice.

That’s pretty much all she can say about him. He’s a nice guy, and that much was clear the moment he asked her for her number instead of fucking her in the bar bathroom.

And the place he chose for their date is nice too. The food’s nice, the decor’s nice, the music, staff, hell even the other customers are all nice.

But nice is not something her tired mind can deal with now.

“Sorry, do you think we could ask for the receipt?” she interrupts him while he’s telling her about his dog. “I think I wanna go for a walk.”

He flushes, taken off-guard. “Y-yeah, sure,” he answers, waving at the waiter. “But, a walk? In this weather?”

“Or we can go to your place,” she offers, the little bit of hope slipping into her voice because she needs him and she needs him now. “If that’s okay with you?”

He’s flushed even deeper when he nods.

***

His place is also fucking nice.

He’s just a normal guy, and she wonders how the hell did she managed to pick up one like that on her weird alcohol-sex bender. He offers her some wine (which she accepts gladly) and snacks (which she refuses politely), introduces her to his dog. Shows her around the place and then lets her choose the movie to watch, and when they settle down on the couch he asks her if it would be okay to put his arm around her.

She doesn’t follow the plot of the movie, instead she’s focused on the feeling of his huge hand on her sunburnt shoulder. It’s so far removed from anything Anna that the sliver of hope is back there. There is virtually nothing about Kristoff that could make her think of her sister (except for the fact that she’s now thinking about how much he isn’t like her.)

But her stomach churns. She turns in his embrace to look up at him, observes his face. He’s handsome, in a very… manly way. And he’s a good man. She’s learned that much from listening him talk, and the millions of pictures on his walls.

She puts her face on his cleanly shaven cheek to get his attention.

“What?” he asks her with genuine confusion, taking the one extra second to pause the movie before that.

That’s probably when it hits her. Or more precisely, that one freaking gesture of pausing the movie is what cements it. He’s a good, domestic man who came up to her awkwardly at a bar, introduced himself complete with a handshake and asked her for her number when she was already slammed enough that she’d jump on him with no questions asked.

He’s a long term kind of person, and that’s not what she needs.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly, and she genuinely is sorry for both him and herself. “Could you take me home?”

It’s the right thing to do, but she still turns away and closes her eyes, not wanting to look at his reaction.

“Right.” He clears his throat. “Right, um– sure. Just let me grab my keys.”

When she opens her eyes again to look at him, his eyes glisten just like Anna’s in the morning.

***

She’s back home much earlier than usual, and Anna is just stepping out of the bathroom.

“Elsa!” she squeaks in shock when she sees her, and fixes the towel around her chest. “I didn’t– how was your date?”

Elsa’s brain is short circuiting. “It was okay,” she answers mechanically, turning her gaze towards the floor, but the image of Anna in nothing but a pink towel is etched into her eyeballs. “W-we decided to end early.”

That’s the lamest way to say ‘it didn’t work out (because he’s a better person than I could hope to be)’ she could come up with, but she doesn’t have a single brain cell to spare on this now.

“Oh,” Anna sounds genuinely sad. Elsa’s still not looking at her, but she can hear her make her way down the stairs. “Well, um… I was just about to order some food and watch a movie, so if you wanna–”

The image of herself being as cordial as Kristoff and asking Anna if it would be okay for her to hold her while they watch a romantic comedy invades her completely out of the blue.

“No, thanks,” she blurts out and interrupts her. “I’m uh– I’m gonna go lie down.”

Anna finally makes it to the bottom and Elsa makes a move to push past her.

“Lie down?” She grabs Elsa’s wrist before she can even take one step up. “It’s 7 p.m.”

Elsa tries to softly twist out of her grip. “Well, I’m tired, so if you–”

“Bullshit.”

Elsa does a double-take and finally looks at Anna’s face again. She looks angry, with a hint of accusation, and this in turn makes Elsa angry.

“Let me go, Anna.”

“Not until you talk to me,” she’s trying to sound serious, but there’s a desperate undertone in her voice.

“Anna–”

“Please, Elsa, you’ve been acting so wei–”

“–let go.”

“Why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking of you!” She yanks her wrist free and runs up the stairs, leaving Anna with what has to be the weirdest statement to analyze.

It’s only once she’s in her room, safe and alone, that she realizes what exactly she’s just said and breaks down in tears.

***

She doesn’t sleep at all that night.

***

The next day she’s out before Anna wakes up again.

She has breakfast at the Starbucks, focusing on anything that’s not the previous evening. But the weather warnings on the radio are jumping from ‘extreme heat’ to ‘massive storm coming’ like crazy, and it only serves to spike her anxiety levels further.

At around noon she has a slushie in her spot, the heat beating down on her head enough to burn away any semblance of a coherent thought.

She watches the heat waves dance over the mirror asphalt, and like a desert oasis all she can see is Anna.

***

She finds herself at a bar before she even knows it.

“Hey,” a soft voice says to her while she’s on her third vodka/tonic. “Come home with me?”

Bold, she has to give her that. She looks up at the girl and, unsurprisingly, all she sees is Anna.

“Are you okay?” she asks after a moment with furrowed brows, and Elsa realizes she didn’t give her any answer yet. A cool hand ends up on her forehead. “Jesus, you’re hot as hell.”

***

They’re walking in silence.

“Are you feeling better?” Anna asks suddenly, giving her hand a soft squeeze. She’s insisted on holding her since they left the bar, despite Elsa’s admittedly very weak protests.

“Yeah.”

“I think you might have had a mild heat stroke,” Anna muses, pushing a bottle of Sprite into Elsa’s free hand again. “Really, you should have just stayed home today.”

Elsa takes a sip, cringing at the idea. “You know I couldn’t.”

Anna huffs. “Because?”

“Because–”

“Yeah?”

“Because of what I said?”

“Oh, that,” Anna pretends to suddenly remember. “I’m not even sure what exactly that was supposed to mean. I mean, I have a hunch. Nothing solid though.”

If her nose and cheeks weren’t sunburnt, Elsa would definitely turn very pale now.

“But I can tell you were hurt.”

“I–”

“No, wait. Let me say this.” She stops walking, so Elsa has to stop too. “I was mad at you. Well, more precisely, I thought you were mad at me cause you kept ignoring me for like a year, and then I was mad at you cause we were both here and you still kept ignoring me in person.”

Not really knowing what else to do, Elsa nodded.

“And I’m sorry I pushed you like that yesterday, I just… I was hurt and I wanted some sort of answer.”

She squeezes her hand again.

“But the way you said that… the expression on your face, Elsa, I–”

A thunder sounds in the distance, interrupting whatever Anna wants to say.

“I’m sorry,” Elsa mumbles, looking down at their interlocked hands.

When she feels Anna’s fingers at the side of her face, she fights the instinct to move away. “I’m not gonna say ‘don’t be’.” Anna smiles as she fixes Elsa’s hair out of her face. “But I think I understand.”

They stare at each other in silence until the first drop of rain falls on Anna’s forehead.

“Finally!” she groans out.

The first drop is followed by a second right on the tip of Elsa’s nose, and a third on Anna’s shoulder, fourth on Elsa’s chest and a fifth on their hands.

***

They make it home just before the storm breaks out for good, and a huge lightning bolt illuminates the entire hallway.

“Did you see that?” Elsa asks, then turns away from the window to look at Anna. “…what are you doing?”

“Taking my clothes off?”

She’s glad that it’s dark again, cause she’s sure that she just color-matched her entire non-burnt skin to her shoulders. “I can see that, but why?”

Instead of an answer, she receives an order. “Undress.”

“What?”

“To your underwear, Elsa.”

She chances a look at Anna and yes, just as she said, she’s standing there in just a bra and panties. With her heart beating in her throat, Elsa slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.

“Good. Now come with me.”

She pulls her back outside, but to the backyard this time, where they’re still safely hidden from the world. The rain is now beating down in heavy drops like a literal waterfall from the sky, with the clouds above them lighting up with distant lightning.

“God, I needed this.”

It’s dark as hell in the entire neighborhood, and Elsa has a passing thought that the power might be out– but then Anna’s hand is gripping her forearm again to pull her closer.

“What are you doing?” she asks again, louder this time to get over the sound of rain.

Anna doesn’t answer right away; instead, she moves in closer, right until their bare chests are almost touching, and at this point in the night Elsa’s brain just decides to shut down all defenses.

“Your shoulders are scorched,” is the thing Anna decides to go with. She runs her finger softly along the crook of Elsa’s neck, then down her collarbone. “Does the rain feel nice?”

It does. It’s cold, and it’s soothing, and it’s all that’s been missing for the past week and Elsa is not sure she’s thinking about the rain anymore as Anna’s cool finger continues down her chest.

“I missed you so much,” Anna whispers, and it sounds just like the rain around them. “I wish we had a chance to…”

She trails off and looks down on her hand on Elsa’s chest.

“…talk things through sooner. Would have saved your poor skin some pain.”

She leans in to place a soft kiss on Elsa’s shoulder, and it feels as soothing as the raindrops.

“I can’t stop thinking of you either.”

It’s quiet, and the rain is loud, and Anna is talking into her shoulder but Elsa can hear what she says and even though her mind is screaming at her not to interpret it in any weird way she is, so when Anna’s lips continue up her neck, then jaw, and then finally find purchase on Elsa’s own lips, her kiss is like water on her parched tongue.

And at this moment it doesn’t matter if anyone looks outside (and should they do it, why would they look at anything else than the glorious display of lights in the sky?), it doesn’t matter that they’re standing in the freezing downpour with their bare feet in the mud, it doesn’t matter that this is what Elsa’s been trying to run away from for over a year.

All that matters is Anna, all she feels is Anna, all she hears is Anna, all she sees, her eyes open or closed is Anna and all she ever wants in life is Anna.

They break away and when Elsa opens her eyes, it’s still Anna. The heat waves mirage has gone down the drains with the pouring rain but it’s still Anna.

“I–” she finds herself wanting to say four billion things at once but with no idea how to say them.

But she’s shushed and pulled in once again and all of those run-on thoughts just turn to Anna.

#elsanna #submission #June 2021 contest #prompt: storm #lemon #cw: alcohol use #cw: heatstroke #cw: helsa #cw: elsamaren #cw: kristelsa

6 notes · View notes