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Goodbye For Now | Din Djarin

I had a dream the same day this aired that incorporated Goodbye by Avril Lavigne... and yeah, this was born. I put a lot of my own experiences into this fic. It’s very personal. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy!

tag: @earthtokace / @kyber-queen / @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol

This is literally the first fic in years I’ve used Y/N and it’s just one line for the fic, and I think it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written on Tumblr.

Word count: 5.1k OOPS

After

In the quietness of a little room in the back of an inn on Nevarro, the question asked by a grieving Din Djarin rolls around in your mind. You hadn’t been able to give him an immediate answer. It was too fresh. Too heavy.

What’s the hardest part about letting go?

As The Mandalorian sleeps fitfully behind you with his arm wound tightly enough around your waist to ensure you do not disappear in his sleep - because has he not sacrificed enough? - you ponder his question as much as your sleep deprived mind is able.

Din.. I think the hardest part about letting go is being able to accept that the people you’re letting go of aren’t apart of your life anymore. They aren’t physically with you anymore. They aren’t imprinted on your memory, on your soul. You just have to let it... fade. Let them fade until they're just a story.

Your eyes flicker down to the ring that lays on your left finger.

But in a galaxy as remarkable as this one... There’s always that glimmer of hope that someday, maybe someday... they’ll come back to you. That they won’t leave you.

“And Grogu will never leave you Din.” You whisper, wrapping your hand around his forearm and lightly squeezing it as you settle into the warmth of his embrace. “Never.”

Before

Your blood chills in your veins at the words, “I go alone.” because there is no possible way in Sith hells you are allowing Din to walk onto that cruiser alone. As Bo-Katan reiterates the plan to the crew around you, your eyes are focused on the rigid and silent Mandalorian standing across the holo-table.

You’re not coming with me.

Are you really naive enough to believe I’m letting you go alone, Din? You snap, to which he winces at your sharp tone. If Gideon is half intelligent as I think he is, he’ll have installed impenetrable defenses on those dark-troopers. You'll need a Jedi to get through them.

You can practically feel the burn of his gaze through the helmet. It’s obvious he wants you with the larger group, but you refuse to bow when the life of your son is at stake. If he’s going to retrieve the baby, you very much intend on remaining by his side to ensure the safety of them both.

Until the end.

Fine. You stick by me, don’t say a word- He pauses and swallows the reluctance in his throat that dies when he meets your eyes through the helmet. You know he’s looking at you... and you know how fearful he is. And please, don’t die.

You beam. Dying without you, Din Djarin? I have no intentions of doing that anytime soon.

The two of you disengage from the shuttle, trekking through the bodies left in the wake of the women in the landing bay as you move in the direction of the brig. Doctor Pershing had disclosed that Gideon had been keeping the baby there, so there was no reason to believe that he wouldn’t still remain within the same cell.

Your blood roars in your ears as you disengage the lock on your staff and hold the hilts of each saber in your hands. The Force envelops you in its comforting hold - wraps around your bones and your scars and your muscles and invigorates you with a strength you haven’t felt since before The Republic fell - and guides your steps that will lead you in the direction of the little one who holds a large piece of your heart.

The other piece is held in the hands of The Mandalorian.

Din. You murmur. I just need you to know that you may see a side of me today that you’ve never seen before. If that in any way changes how you feel about me-

He stops you short just as a pair of Stormtropers jog past. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. He sounds certain, almost confident, in his answer. The sound of it makes your chest warm.

Never?

Never.

It’s right there on the tip of your tongue. You’ve only said it to each other once in the time that you’ve been together, but you’ve never desired to say it more then this moment, but it doesn’t feel right. It’s too rushed. Dancing too close to the edge of anticipation as you seek out your child.

Your heart nearly jumps out your chest as Din sprints in the direction of the doors where the dark troopers are emerging and one lone soldier has escaped. Before you can react, the man you love is being held against the wall in an iron grip and a fist is repeatedly pounding itself into his helmet.

“Din!”

The Dark-Trooper turns its eyes on you, and you’re suddenly flung into a lifetime of battle skills that kept you alive when you’d served as a Padawan in The Clone Wars and on the front lines of The Rebellion. You slide forward on your knees and remove the legs of the trooper just as Din impales the thing with the Beskar spear slung across his back.

“I’m fine-” He rasps, extending a hand to hold you at arms length as your trembling hands tighten their grip on your saber. It’s not often that Din comes face to face with Death when you're standing right there. People are petrified of Jedi. There aren’t many of them left. Mandalorian bounty hunters, however... They can be more expendable. Easier to break then one who is gifted with The Force.

“C’mon. I’ll take point.”

Right here. The Force whispers its assurance as you both stand in front of the nearest cell, and the moment the door opens you are granted with the sight of Moff Gideon holding the dark saber in front of Grogu.

Buir. You’d completely forgotten the baby had bonded himself to you in the days just shortly after you’d found him. He’d rarely used it. He’d only ever opened himself up to project his emotions onto you in order for you to know when something was wrong, but the minute you see him sitting on that bench, he’s talking to you.

Grogu holds his hands out as if he’s reaching for you, wide eyes pleading for you to remove the Force Suppressant handcuffs that envelop his tiny hands. Buir.

Tears prick your eyes as you ignite your saber. The other sits idle on your hip just out of reach.

“Drop the blaster,” Moff nods to your saber. “And your saber. Slowly.” The two of you drop your weapons simultaneously. “Now kick them over to me.” Before Din can do so, you wave your hand to throw your weapons just out of reach. “Very nice. I didn’t know Jedi could be civil.”

The venom drips from his words. “If you’re not careful,” You warn. “I will show you what I look like when I am not civil.” A split second passes as you watch the fear flicker through his gaze before he’s tightening his grip on the dark saber. Moff had not, to your knowledge, encountered any kind of Jedi up until this point. He only knew of their abilities. Not of what they were capable of - with the dark or the light - with The Force at their disposal.

The damage you could cause....

“Give me the kid.”

“The Kid is just fine where he is.” Gideon replies, to which he begins moving the dark saber back and forth just to hear the satisfying hum of its kyber that rings within the hilt. “Mesmerizing, isn’t it? It used to belong to Bo-Katan.” Din stops short at his statement. “Yes. I know you’ve both been traveling with Bo-Katan. Friendly piece of advice, assume I know everything. Like the fact that your wrist launcher has fired its one and only salvo.”

Your gaze is still trained on the kid. Did he hurt you? Your voice is gentle as you prod at the shields that Grogu has placed inside of his mind. For someone who has little to no training, he’s rather good at making sure nobody can reach the most vulnerable places of himself. Ad’ika, it’s okay. It’s your buir. Did he hurt you?

Din and the Moff are still talking as your son lifts his head, meets your soft - and familiar, he hasn’t felt this safe since he was last on Tython, knowing you and Din were out there protecting him - gaze, and shakes his head.

Bless The Maker.

You shake yourself out of your reverie at the Moff’s words. “I see your bond with him. The bond the Jedi has made with him,” He comments, disengaging the dark saber as he moves away from the baby. “The two of you can take him, but you will leave my ship immediately and we will go our separate ways.”

The Force coils itself around you. Tightens around your arms as if you pull you away from the baby, and just as Din moves to pick him up, whispers danger before The Moff has reengaged the dark saber and slams the weapon into Din’s jetpack.

“Din! Go!”

Buir. You throw yourself right into the line of fire, regardless of the threat to your own life, and envelop Grogu in your arms as the fight between the Moff and Din carries out into the hallway. Safe.

You aren’t sure if he’s talking about himself or you. Regardless, you cradle him against your chest and bring your knees upward to shelter him within your manse.

Yes. Safe.

The cuffs fall to the floor with a snap of your fingers.

***

You’re straight up itching to punch Bo-Katan right in her smug face. After bringing Gideon to the bridge where the rest of your team awaits you, the Moff confesses the origins behind the Dark Saber - which for some reason is a tradition, despite Mandalore’s loss, that Bo-Katan still follows because it is what she knows - and the Princess of Sundari refuses to take it back from Din.

“You are so stuck in your old ways, Bo-Katan.” You snap, Grogu still cradled in your arm as you pace the width of the bridge. Din still wields the blade and grasps the Moff in the other hand, hardened gaze set on the thick-headed Mandalorian before him. “Wake up! This is not your sister’s Mandalore-”

The youngest Kryze whips around. Shock and disbelief writes itself into your features because that is the only time you can recall seeing such a fire lit within her. “Don’t you dare speak her name-” She snarls, pointing an accusatory finger at you as the two of you step toe to toe. “Or even think of her.”

You are so tempted to release your biggest secret, the one you’ve been keeping from everyone - even before you met Din - for your own safety. You hadn’t even told the Skywalker's about it.

It’s fortunate you didn’t obtain the auburn hair.

“Why don’t you kill him now and take it? It’s yours now.”

“What is?”

“The dark saber.”

Bo-Katan will not relent. Until she wins that saber in combat, she refuses to even lay a hand on the dark saber. You find the entire thing amusing given what your former Master had told you in hushed stories underneath a starry sky about Clan Kryze. Stubborn, prideful women. Satine’s pride had earned her an early grave. Bo-Katan, however... that remained to be determined.

“I yield. It’s yours.’’

Din is too good for the throne of Mandalore. All he wants in life is a ship, the baby, and you. That is what drives him to hand the dark saber over to Bo-Katan. That is what drives him at all.

You know about the Dark Saber. You’ve heard the tales surrounding it since you were small, stranded on a home world you’d have rather never seen again with your father and a thrumming lightsaber crystal. The Force will be with you. Always. He had made that promise just before he died, and you had carried his words with you ever since. That man had sheltered you, raised you, made you his own.

And as Din watches you hold that Dark Saber out in front of your hand, he finally sees the resemblance. He sees the ferocity in your gaze and the defeat in Bo-Katan’s, he sees how similar you too are in both personality and physical appearance.

What the kriff?

“He’s right. The power is in the story, not the weapon.” Darkened eyes meet your own as your pulse thrums erratically beneath your grip on the Dark Saber. “Ironic how a Jedi raised on Coruscant knows more about Mandalore then most of the people in here, two of which are from Mandalore.”

“Who said I wasn’t from Mandalore?”

Before the two of you can argue, one of the alarms begins blaring on the opposite side of the bridge. The dark troopers have breached the ray shields and board the cruiser.

“You’re about to face off with the Dark Troopers. You had your hands full with one, let’s see how you do against a platoon.”

This was the precise moment you’d warned Din about. “Bo-Katan,” You call over your shoulder at the Princess, who turns to acknowledge you as she puts her helmet on. Now or never I guess. “Ke'pare olar, cabuor cuun adiik. Par Clan Kryze.”

Before Bo-Katan can ask you what you’re doing, you reach into your tunic and reveal the pendant you’ve worn since long before you met Din. A token from the man who'd taken it upon himself to raise you, you’d been everywhere with the tiny silver owl that almost never left your person.

Her breath catches in her lungs. The last time she saw that pendant...

“Sarad-”

“Din?” You question hesitantly and lowly enough that the others can’t hear, handing him the baby before you reach for your sabers. “Remember when I told you I was going to do something you’ve never seen before?” Din nods and tightens his grip on Grogu as you activate each saber and turn in the direction of the doors.

“Yes.”

The Mandalorian catches your trembling hands wrapped tightly enough around your sabers to turn your knuckles white.

Din swallows the trepidation that lingers in his throat and squares his jaw beneath the helmet, allowing his fear of what may happen to you - despite knowing how well you can take care of yourself - to confine itself to the back of his mind. He can dwell on it later.

You’re making the child’s safety your top priority.

“Don’t let it change anything.”

You cast one last look over your shoulder at the man you love, allowing your gaze to soften as Grogu eyes him, then you, and rests a tiny hand against Din’s. He’s trying to tell you I’ll keep him safe while you’re gone. It’s sweet. Endearing.

“It won’t.” Din replies quietly, to which his voice then whispers I love you across your bond. Your heart nearly explodes with how gentle it is, how he chose now to tell you again after so long of having not heard it. There’s a newfound strength coursing through your body as you turn towards the doors and call to Fennec to open them. “Be safe, Sarad.”

“I will.”

As someone who usually calls on the Light Side of the Force, you’re oddly coaxed to the lingering darkness in the hallways of the Cruiser. You’ve never allowed yourself to fall like the Sith do. You’d had every reason to do so over the years, and yet you never did.

It occurs to you as you make your final stand alone that the only reason you never fell was because you found the baby.

Oh Force...

The metallic footsteps of the dark troopers ring in your ears as you stand vigil before the doors to the room that contains your family. Your aliit.

Forgive me.

“Go on then!” You yell, hoping your voice will carry through the hallways in which they are following to lead themselves to you. “What, are you afraid of a Jedi? I’ve bested the dark, I’ve survived two wars and a mass genocide! Nothing can break me!” You twirl your wrists in the usual jar’kai motions and settle yourself into your favorite defense position. “I’m ready! Are you??”

Outside the main viewport, a lone X-Wing flies within view with the hangar as its destination.

Your head falls to your chest. I’m calling on you... Be with me. The steps grow closer, the anticipation of their lethal capabilities thrumming in your veins. Be with me.

The first dark troopers circle the hall. You peer out of the alcove in which you’re hiding, position yourself in the middle of the platoon, and lift your head towards the ceiling.

Din watches from the surveillance array as the first squad of dark troopers begins trembling. The metal crumbles beneath the weight of your Force grip. “Sarad-” He whispers, fingertips ghosting the screen as he watches the troopers turn in your direction and set their targeting systems on you. “Sarad.”

Be with me.

Unaware of the other Force User who’s just landed in the hangar, your head snaps upward and your instincts kick in as your sabers begin moving of their own accord. You are not the one moving with such grace, such poise, years of training in desert sands with a man who’s constantly dancing with his ghosts.

You are not you. You are simply The Force.

Blue collides with obsidian. Further down the hall, Grogu watches on the surveillance as his buir and the Jedi he’s called upon move to meet each other half way.

Before you reach the newcomer, you’re nearly knocked off your feet by the way his presence radiates in The Force as you clench your hands into a fist and send the last Dark Trooper slamming into the wall.

“No way.” The two of you snap upward to meet each other’s gaze. It’s been years since you’ve seen that familiar face - the same familiar face you’d spent so many nights with training in the forests, the same face that had always softened as the two of you traded stories about your pasts and the Jedi who’d trained you - and it’s a welcome sight that this happens to be the Jedi that your ad’ika had called upon on Tython. “Luke?”

The newcomer throws his hood back to meet your eyes.

“Y/N.”

***

During

Buir. Grogu watches the surveillance screen as you and Luke join one another in the elevator. There’s one small platoon left that’s come from a separate hallway that the two of you can eliminate without barely lifting a finger.

The powerful two Jedi can radiate. It’s cosmic.

It’s alluring. Mesmerizing. A flurry of blue and green weaving between one another as each individual dark trooper is reduced to a pile of smoking metal. Din watches Grogu where he stands, little hand planted on the surveillance screen as the two of you emerge together from the elevator.

“Remarkable.” Din whispers, because it is. The way that the two of you fight is almost like you were born to do it together, to fight with one another and as one another.

The last dark trooper crumbles under Luke’s grasps. When he passes by the camera, Grogu turns to his father and tips his ears back before whining for Din to lift him up.

“Open the doors.”

Din tries not to laugh at the utter indignation on Fennec’s face as he cradles the baby’s neck in his hands, moving around the bounty hunter to stand before the blast doors. He knows they’re safe when you’re standing on the other side of it.

The crowd watches as the newcomer follows on your heels through the smoke left in the wake of your destruction, and the two of you both remove your hoods to acknowledge them.

“Mandalorian.”

“Is he... A Jedi? Like you?”

Luke, ever the civil, folds his hands across his stomach and nods. “Yes.” He says quietly, green eyes softening as the baby peers around the edge of the chair to look at his buir and the man who has answered his call. “Come, little one.”

Grogu looks to Din, and then to you. You can hear his question as clear as day inside your mind.

Are you ready to let me go?

And in that moment, everything comes crashing down in front of you. He’s asking for your permission to go with Luke. He’s asking for the permission of the woman who’d saved him and the man who’d taken it upon himself to keep him safe, to raise him, to let him go with the other Jedi in order to be properly trained. Maker knew you couldn’t do it.

“He doesn’t want to go with you.”

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my love

“He wants your permission. Both of you.” Luke’s voice breaks through your reverie as you hang your sabers on the belt that’s swung low across your hips. This child has been your livelihood, your reason for breathing, since the year following the genocide of the Jedi. Since you lost your world.

And it seems like you’re about to lose it again.

I can’t hide

I can’t hide what has come

“He is strong in the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect The Child, but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.” Unfortunately for you, Luke knows you so well that he can feel the weighed projection of your feelings that emanate from you like a flare within the darkness, which is what prompts you to gently usher you towards Din.

“Hey, go on. This is who you belong with. He-He’s one of your kind.”

I have to go

I have to go... and leave you alone...

“I’ll see you again. I promise.”

Wide, innocent eyes flicker between you and Din before Grogu is reaching up, ever the gentle, to press his hand against his helmet. This would be the first and most likely the only time the baby has ever seen Din’s real face.

You flash a questioning look at the man you love. Then, without question, he wraps his fingers around the bottom of the helmet and slowly lifts it off.

The beskar clang resounds within the bridge.

But always know

Always know... Always know

That I love you so..

Your heart has begun to bleed just by watching this exchange. Din has gone so much of his life without knowing what love was, how gentle people were capable of being. That had all changed when The Child had healed The Mandalorian’s lonely heart. It had never been you. It was him who healed you both.

Din’s lips quiver as Grogu presses his hand to a bare cheek. Your tears are becoming harder to keep at bay, and with the sudden tightness in your chest, you’re suddenly finding it incredibly difficult to breathe. Nevermind the fact that the room has suddenly begun spinning.

‘’Alright, pal. It’s time to go.” Din said quietly. You aren’t entirely sure if he's talking to himself, to you, or to Grogu. “Don’t be afraid.”

Everything around you is muted. Numb. Like your body is trying to fight a shock that you haven’t experienced since Order 66.

Buir. A tiny whisper, echoing in the back of your mind as a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. A flash of a child’s cry echoes in your ears as a blonde woman hands a baby into the arms of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the very man who had taken it upon himself to raise you. Safe. That whisper grows into the voice of your son. Your son is staring at you over Din’s shoulder and desperately trying to call your attention as your world comes crashing at your feet. Buir is safe.

That’s what he means. Since you’re not going to be looking over your shoulder and sleeping with one eye open anymore just because he’s in the same vicinity as you - such a powerful being inside this tiny body - now, you are safe for the first time since The Empire fell.

The fact Grogu puts your safety over his own makes your heart break.

“You’re losing a child.” It’s Bo-Katan’s voice that brings you back to reality. The gentle and foreign tone she’s using is enough to jar you and bring your focus back to the matter at hand: It’s time for Grogu to be with his- your people. “It’s alright to grieve.”

It is, but you can’t. Not right now.

You stumble forward and wipe at your eyes as you press your front to Din’s back. He’s very clearly overwhelmed by the loss of the baby, but that doesn’t stop him from nodding in thanks to Luke.

Goodbye, sunshine

Goodbye for now

Your anguish is replaced by a split second of joy as Grogu looks at you, waddles forward to cradle your leg against himself and say i love you through his Force Bond before he’s turning in the direction of the astromech who’s just rolled into view.

“May The Force Be With You.” But before Luke walks into that elevator, he casts one last look at you. It’s the same look he gave you before you’d left to make a life for yourself. To be your own person outside of the legacy of the Jedi that you’d been brought up in. “I’m offering you the same opportunity I did when you left, Y/N. You can help me in training The Child with the new Jedi Order I intend to build. There are many young Force Sensitives to find.” He holds out his free hand and tries to hide his smile as R2 beeps his approval. “A new world. Would you like to be a part of it?”

Through your Force Bond, you clearly feel Din’s heart drop right into his stomach and his chest tighten as reality hits him: You and the baby may be leaving him together. That would leave him alone for the first time in several years.. and Din doesn’t remember what he was like before he met the two of you, before he loved the two of you.

He doesn’t want to go back to being a ghost.

“I left you for a reason, Luke.” And just like that, the infamous Mandalorian masks his shock as you step backward and right into his hold, maneuvering your arm so as to take his hand within yours. “And I have no intention to leave my aliit. Not this time.”

Luke nods. It’s all he can do. “Very well. As I said, May The Force Be With You.’’

Grogu looks at the two of you as Luke carries him into the elevator.

Goodbye, brown eyes

Take care of yourself

It is so difficult to keep your composure as your son watches the two of you disappear from view. Your knees are already trembling by the time Din pulls you into his arms, and when the elevator doors close, you throw your head back against Din’s chest and let out a wail that shatters the silence following their departure as the two of you sink to the floor.

I have to go.. and leave you alone

But always know that I love you so

Din’s split second decision comes as he buries his face in your hair and whispers as gently as he is able, “Marry me.”

I love you so

Your eyes snap open to meet his own. Tear filled onyx meets your gaze as you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him - once, twice, three times until he’s open and begging and desperate for more of you - before pulling away to envelop him in the tightest embrace possible.

Oh... he’s so wholly and wonderfully yours.

“Yes.”

***

After

Bo-Katan approaches you as you stand in Slave One, knees brought to your chest and chin resting upon them as she kneels in front of you. You and Din haven’t said a word since you boarded the ship, and it’s a needed silence. You must have time to process your losses.

Why did I have to let him go?

“That pendant.” Bo-Katan whispers. “That pendant used to be in my family, Clan Kryze.” The former Princess of Mandalore tilts her head as your gaze remained focused on the cargo hold, eyes vacant as she continues. “It was mine. That pendant was mine and eventually passed to my sister, Satine. You know about Mandalore before the Empire, you know about Kenobi, you know about The Force.”

Your eyes slowly shift to hers.

“And?”

“I don’t think you’re from some backwater planet. I think you were born on Mandalore,” Her eyes soften, the first time you’ve seen her show any kind of humanity in the entire escapade since leaving the Cantina. You didn’t think she was capable of it. “I think Kenobi raised you wherever he ended up, and I think he was your Master. I think you are Mandalorian, little one.” Bo-Katan stands to her feet and hesitates for a brief moment before resting her hand against your head. “But I don’t know. I never will.”

Your entire body sags into her touch.

“Bo-Katan-”

“Be peaceful, little Jedi.” She stops before turning to look at you over her shoulder, flashing the faintest smile - one you swear you’ve seen before - before returning to her spot beside Koska.

Your eyes flutter as you fall asleep.

***

The End

In the quietness of a little room in an inn on Nevarro, he asks you again.

“What is the hardest part about letting go?”

And this time, you have an answer.

“The hardest part about letting go is knowing they’re somewhere out there in the world, away from you, and you still love them. Love them so deeply and so much that it hurts you to be away from them.” You trace the contours of his exhausted aspect, lightly poking the end of his nose just to see the toothy and bashful smile he flashes in response, and prop your head on your hand as you lightly trace his bicep with steady fingers. “You wanna know what the best thing to do is before you inevitably must let them make their own way?” Din hums his acknowledgement and opens his eyes to meet your own. “You love them. You love him..” You exhale slowly on a sigh and lean inward to press your lips to his forehead.

Din sinks into your hold and allows you to cradle his head to your chest. You bury your face in his hair and reach into your shirt to reveal the owl pendant.

“And you hope it’s enough.”

Hm. Maybe one day you’ll have the courage to tell her.

One day.

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weeb-writor · 4 years

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Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash, leaving him a single father

Hello, gonna be very honest I forgot how to read properly and read a request wrong and wrote a 3000 word fic for it, woohoo! But i mean at least you guys get a fic from it, lol. Italics are flashbacks, bold is reality trying to pull him out of his head, and the regular text is reality. The actual request should be up tomorrow. Reader is neutral and I didn't specify the birthing process! Hope you all enjoy.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash leaving him a single dad, he has flashes backs of your life together.

TW: Death, depiction of a car crash and blood. Kinde heavy angst

Words: 3052

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“I am so sorry sir but there's nothing we could do for them, w-” The doctor went on but the words slurred together in Bakugou's mind. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you were both supposed to grow old together. Supposed to send Kaori to her first day of school together. To bully the shit out of her first significant other. Go all out on each and every one of her birthdays. To give her at least 3 more brats to hang out with...to cry as you sent her off to college. This isn't how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to protect you, to be your hero. Everything you both had promised to each other was slipping through his grasped fist and the flashbacks were not helping either.

“Watch where you are going, Pomeranian.” You said to him.

“Pomeranian? The fuck, watch your mouth shitty extra!” He roared back at you.

“I think you’re the one who needs soap in his mouth, you're cursing every other word.” You cocked a brow at him.

“Whatever you god damn extra, get outta my way i'm gonna be late.” He backed off shocking his small group of friends.

“What the heck bakubro! If I said that to you I would be dead! You’re caught by the balls already!” Denki said pouting

“Whaddyah just say dunce face? I am not and it doesn't matter. I went easy cause they're so insignificant I wont see them again.” He said with a shrug as they walked into the training yard where their class was meeting.

“Alright, today we have a few helpers from other classes to help you with physical combat skills without the use of your quirks. Pair up with them, if you can actually beat them the first go than you pass. If you don’t, then well you fail, and will do supplementary training with me after every class.” Aizawa said, zipping himself into his sleeping bag.

“Hello class 1-A, Im Y/N. I am in charge of everybody you're about to fight, we've all trained in various types of Martial arts, and uhh you're probably all gonna lose but try your hardest alright?! I've got match-ups based on your physical abilities, so let's begin.” You said getting everyone into their pairs.

“So much for never seeing them again, huh?” Sero said laughing at the fuming bakugou.

“Yeah you’ll be seeing a lot more of me Pomeranian boy, but for now let me wipe the floor with you.” You said getting into a fighting position. He remembers how he lost that fight, terribly he might add. You only offered to help him after the loss, ignoring all his cries of protest. He didn't only lose the fist fight, he lost his heart to you. He had hoped you would never give it back to him, but here you are giving him his heart back. He hated these images, he wants them to stop.

“Bakugou”

“Go on a date with me.” You said as you and bakugou walked back to the dorms together after a sparring session.

“What!?” He yelled at you a deep shade of red.

“You know, on a date, and then you know if all goes well like 2 more before you kiss me and ask me to be officially yours because i'm not easy, you know?”

“Who asks like that!” He continued to yell.

“What did you want some flowers too, bakugou.” You giggled at him.

“You damn, dumbass! Fine but we're going now!” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Wait but we are sweaty and I wanted to look nice! You're such a tyrant, Bakugou!” You sang as he pulled you away but slammed into his back as he came to a halting stop.

“Katsuki...call me Katsuki.” He said looking to the side with a blush. This moment was precious to him, your stupid giggle always brought brought blood rushing to his cheeks and made his heart race. As precious as it was, he begged his mind to stop, he didn't want to see what he couldn't have anymore… he wants to forget.

“Bakugou!”

“You know, if i knew you were so messy I wouldn't have moved in with you.” Bakugou yelled to you as he put up one of your many blankets that were always littered around the house.

“Sorry not Sorry, Kat, it's your fault for keeping this damn house like an ice box all the time.” You said as you shoved some more takeout into your mouth.

“And why did you order takeout, i wanted to cook instead of eating that shitty and so unhealthy food.” He nagged you some more but you only giggled. He smiled, that had become his favorite sound.

“Because Mr. Pro- Hero some of us are college students barely staying afloat! It's my last semester so let me live, you ass! Also you are so much like your mother babe, it's kind of funny.” You said to him. His head was bulging in irritation as he sat next to you.

“I can't believe I want to marry you…” He said shaking his head with a sigh. You put down your takeout and stared at him with wide, teary eyes.

“You want to marry… me?” You said to him, he chucked at you before placing a black velvet box in your hand.

“Yeah, so say yes and put the ring on.” He blushed looking away from you.

“You jerk, this is how you ask me? And like an idiot of course I'm putting on the ring with no hesitation.” You giggled around your tears, admiring the ring you had just placed on your finger.

“Yeah, as I recall, you asked me out the same way. Whaddyah want some flowers?” He teased you with a grin. You looked at him with burning passion before your lips met, engaging in a fiery dance of passion. Stop, stop. Please just stop, he begged his brain. At the moment he thought it was perfect, it was so you and so him. Now, he wished he did it on tv or yelled it from the rooftops. Maybe then it would have shown the universe, or god, or whatever was taking him from you just how much he needed and loved you. Just maybe it would have permitted this outcome.

“Bakugou!!”

You and bakugou stared down at the little 6 pound baby. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the girl came home, which was 4 day ago! Maybe it was because you had just taken her to meet her grandparents and she didn't want to deal with her grandparents much like her father.

“Give me that baby!” his mom said swopping the baby into her hands. You only giggled at her excitement but Bakugou threw a fit.

“Mom! She's a fuc-freaking newborn! You’ve got to be gentle and support her head! You’re gonna hurt her, it's dangerous” He shouted at his mom.

“Oh hush you ingrate. If that was true believe me kid you’d be dead by now, would've saved me a lot of trouble. Now come on little Kaori, I know you've got it.” She said looking down at Kaori.

“What's she got?” You asked curiously. The blonde did not respond, only blew a little stream of air on the baby's nose and then turned her towards you and the blonde next to you who was still pouting. The baby stirred before waking up giving you all the meanest mug you had ever seen come from a baby. She stared at bakugou and then at you before going back to sleep.

“She’s got the bakugou bitch face or the bakugou glare or even the bakugou mean mug. However you want to call it but that doesn't matter cause she’s got it.” His mom said placing the sleeping baby in the basinet you guys had brought.

“Did that brat just glare at me!?” Bakugou whispers, causing you to burst into full belly laughter.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he said to you trying to hide his small smile that was brought out by your laughing.

“Nothing, I just love you and I believe you just said H-E double hockey sticks so we're getting takeout on the way home, love.” You said kissing his cheek. He only stuck his tongue out at you before mumbling a quick ‘i love you back’. It's getting more painful now he's drawing closer to the day he knew his mind was counting down to. As much as he wanted to relish in the memory all he could think of was how Kaori wouldn't remember you or your melodious laughing. How he should have said I love you more clearly in that moment. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the flashes to stop, the memories to stop but they wouldn't and he knew because they were telling your story.

“BAKUGOU!!”

“Come here, dumbass I wanna cuddle!” Bakugou yelled from your bed.

“Hold on I just wanna call your mom and make sure Kaori is okay. It's the first time Kaori has been away so long. She’s only eleven months, she's probably scared without us.” You said with the phone in your hand pacing.

“Babe, if you are so worried you should know I called my mom while you were bathing. Kaori is chasings around my mom's fat cat. And my moms gonna call when they are putting her to bed so we can say goodnight. Now, get over here and quit worrying I want to cuddle you.” He said finally getting you relax enough to lay down, you rested your head on his chest.

“You're such a good dad, you were worried enough to phone your mom.” You said breathing in his caramel scent.

“Of course I did, I worry about you and Kaori whenever yall are out of my sight. I love you both too much yet not enough at the same time.” He said to you kissing the top of your head.

“Katsuki I want us to always be this way, I want to always be with you and kaori smiling. I love you both too much too.” You said back to him straddling him to meet his eyes.

“I want some more brats and a cat and a dog. I want everything with you. And I want it for forever” He said looking up at you with passion. He needs it to stop, he can't relive the same nightmare. He didn't want the image of you dying in his hands to replay, but that's where his mind was heading, wasn't it?

“Bakugou!? Can you hear me!?”

“You know when people said you become boring when you have a baby I didn't believe them but were totally boring. We just did 10 over the speed limit to pick up Kaori.” You said taking a glance in the mirror to see her cute little grumpy face.

“Baby I realized we were boring when we went to that baby store on our day off to look at baby stuff and we went “ ohh” and “awhh” to every third object we saw.” He said back to you with a chuckle. You giggled at him and your eyes fluttered shut for just a second, it was a second too long because when you opened them you slammed into a car ahead of you that had just been in an accident causing a pile up. Behind you a semi rammed into your suv doing terrible damage to the car and everyone inside. Bakugou was the first to wake and quickly fought to get himself free. Once he did he was all over you but you were in far worse shape and the metal of the car dug into you, slicing you open, and locking you into place.

“Noo.. Kat get Kaori first.” you whispered to him.

“Y/N, i'll get you out first, you're right here. Then we’ll get kaori together.” He said tears spilling from his eyes.

“Katsuki, please get Kaori first. Please, i'll try to get loose myself” You plead with him, he thought about it but you were more stuck than her and you were bleeding heavily from the metal cutting into your abdomen.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Her first, then me! I’ll wait for you, promise.” That was all he needed to hear, his heart ached for his little girl who was crying softly more shocked than hurt.

“It's alright baby we're gonna get you safety and then dadas gonna come get mommy and we’ll all go home cuddle.” He said as he pulled the baby from her car seat, recognizing ‘home’ and ‘cuddle’ she clapped at him. He planted gross, wet kisses all over her face before dashing to the place where he saw all the flashing lights congregating. It was a pretty big pile up so there were a lot of ambulances. He took the first one open.

“This is Bakugou Kaori, she’s eleven months and has no allergies to anything or any medication. I'll be coming back with Bakugou y/n who has a pretty deep gash in their abdomen and isn't allergic to any medication either.” He said as the EMT took his baby from him. He almost didn't want to leave her but he knew you were waiting on him, so he dashed back to your totaled car where he saw people crowding your figure as they had just pulled you out.

“Y/N!” He said dropping to the ground taking you from the girl who was holding you.

“Come on, you're bleeding a lot we’ve got to get you to the ambulance.” He said tears cascading from his eyes as he tried to lift you while simultaneously slowing your bleeding but as he lifted you not only did you scream, blood rushed out of your gash at a very alarming rate.

“We can't lift them, they're losing too much blood, the ambulance got to come down here….They’ll die if we take them down there.” Someone said as Katsuki placed you back on the ground. He wanted to yell at them and tell them they were wrong but he knew they weren't. As well as he knew the ambulance wouldn't fit down here, it was hard for him to fit through the cracks of the cars. He had to try though for you, for Kaori, and for himself.

“You're all hurt, go get to an ambulance and get some help, idiots.... And please, I'm begging you, make one of them come down here.” The group of people nodded as they raced for the ambulances.

“Told you I’d wait on you, Kat.”

“Yeah, you did such a good job, baby! You are so strong, love. They went to get help, everything's gonna be alright.” He whispered to you clutching your body closer to him.

“Who are you trying to convince me or you.” You laughed coughing up blood.

“Stop laughing, dumbass this isn't funny.” He gritted his teeth at you.

“Alright then stuffy, onto the serious business. I want Kaori to grow up knowing what love is, so tell her all our cheesy stories. I want her to grow up knowing she is so loved by you so tell her everyday from me and you that you love her more than anything. I want her to know she can come to you for anything so don't be such a hardass to her when she starts to rebel a little…. I don't want her to forget my face or my voice too much, so as much as it might hurt at first show her all the pictures and videos we took over the years. And when she's old enough to understand what happened tonight tell her she doesn't need to go to my grave if she ever wants to talk to me, I'm always watching over you both, promise.” You paused to throw up some more blood. “And now for you my love, I won't say anything to cliché. Like ‘i want you to find love’ cause we both know I am the jealous type but if it happens don't worry I'm not turning over in my grave. I want you to keep following that dream of yours if anyone can be the Top hero and a single dad it’s you, Kat. I want you to indulge yourself and eat takeout sometimes that stuffy diet of yours isn't fun. Be sad for as long as you need but just don't hold it all inside and try to continue on like everything is fine. It's okay to cry, to need a break or some help or both really. Lastly, Bakugou Katsuki, I love you and I am so sorry we didn't get that always and forever we wanted.” You said using the last of your strength to caress his cheek. He sobbed as he grasped your hand and held it tighter to his cheek.

“I love y-” he tried to say but stopped as he realized you were already gone. You didn't get to hear it back from him… the scream that ripped from him was pure anguish in its finest form. He should've been quicker to say it. He should have said it more often. He just should have. And now he was begging his head to stop playing these flashbacks to stop driving the knife further into his heart, he had a daughter he was trying to live for. He just wanted it to stop.

“DADA DADA”

Just like that he was drawn from his head. He looked around to see his friends and family staring at him in concern and his daughter at his feet with fat tears rolling down her face. He quickly picked her up, cursing at himself as he probably just scared her.

“What are you crying for you, little brat?” He started but paused as fat tears of his own rolled down his sunken cheeks “Everything's gonna be alright soon, so we shouldn't cry for too long okay, Brat.” He said as he hugged Kaori tighter than he should have. Somewhere in his mind he did believe it. That he and his daughter would be okay but for right now he was trying to stay afloat in the waves of suffocating flashbacks.

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baby (ii) - spencer reid

Summary: Spencer grieves the loss of you

warnings: sad spence

style of fic heavily inspired by @erin-bo-berin ‘baby shoes’

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gif not mine

One minute

As soon as he knows you are completely gone, Spencer lets go. A wrecked sob comes out of his mouth, and he begins to cradle your body.

He apologizes profusely to you, even though he knows you can’t hear him.

Then, he hears the sirens. Spencer stays in his spot, still cradling you.

The medics come into the room, with a stretcher and backboard.

“You’re too late.” Spencer says quietly, no emotion evident in his voice.

“Sir, i’m going to need you to move away from her.” The medic says, crouching down to meet Spencer’s level.

“You’re too late!” Spencer screams this time, his words turning into another sob as soon as he says them.

At that point, Morgan, and the other members of the team walk in.

Morgan walks up behind Spencer, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve got to let her go Reid.” Morgan says.

Spencer doesn’t answer, he only slow rocks himself.

“Spencer!” Morgan says, louder this time. Spencer snaps out of the daze he is in, and sets your body down.

Spencer presses a kiss to his hand, and presses it against your cheek.

One Day

The ride back on the jet is silent. The team had decided to take themselves off the case, letting local police find Jackson Price.

No one wants to talk about it, and rightfully so. Everyone on the team knew that Spencer was taking it the hardest. Price literally told Spencer to save you, and he couldn’t.

Spencer hated the sympathetic looks and touches he got. Nothing compared to how it felt when you touched him. And every time he thought about how he would never get to experience that again, he broke down.

Spencer had decided not to tell anyone the moment you two had had before you died. That was to be your moment, that was how Spencer wanted it.

The plane lands, and Spencer silently grabs his bag, walking off the plane. He gets into his car, and drives to his apartment.

Spencer isn’t sure what his plan is for when he gets back into his apartment.

He unlocks the door to his apartment, and sets his bag down onto the table.

He figures he’d just watch some Doctor Who or something, get his mind off things.

But everything in his apartment reminds him of you.

The glass that you gave out as party favors to the first party you threw.

The book on his coffee table you insisted he buy.

Even the couch looked like it had the imprint of you in it, you sat there so much.

His whole apartment screamed your name, and Spencer puts his hands over his ears, as if not to hear it.

He eventually crumbles onto his bed, falling into a sleep, filled with dreams of you.

One week

Your funeral was a week after your death. Spencer decided he could gather himself for it. Ir was the least he could do to honor your memory. Spencer drove to the venue with the team, they all claimed he shouldn’t drive alone.

The team was the ones who were to carry your casket. The walk seemed to go in slow motion, everyone staring at them.

As the service began, Spencer wanted to scream. He wanted to scream out that this isn’t what you would have wanted.

You always joked that you wanted to attend your own funeral, just to make sure everyone had fun. Spencer knew that you wouldn’t want this, he knew that you wouldn’t want the eulogies to drag on, or for everyone to be sad.

Spencer wanted to scream all of these things out, but he didn’t.

Whenever everyone put a flower on your casket, Spencer is one of the last to go.

He sets the flower onto your casket. He presses a kiss to his hand, and then presses his hand to your casket.

Spencer doesn’t attend the reception, it would have been too much.

One month

One month after your death, Spencer goes back to work.

The team is in a meeting, learning about their new case when he walks in. The whole team had told Spencer to take as long as he needed, and they were surprised to see him back so soon.

“Hey guys.” Spencer says, in a low voice. He sits down next to Morgan and Rossi.

“Hey kid.” Morgan says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Spencer tenses at the nickname. He had gotten maybe a little bit better at things that reminded him of you, but it was still incredibly hard.

Spencer clears his throat, “Could you maybe.. not call me that Derek?” He asks, keeping his voice low.

Morgan nods, tentatively taking his hand off of Reid’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re ready to work, Spence?” JJ asks, looking toward him sympathetically.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Spencer says, holding his ground.

What the team didn’t know, is that Spencer had been working for the past month.

He had been trying to find Jackson Price. He had been constantly studying Price’s behaviors. Trying to figure out where he would go, where he would strike next, if he would even strike next.

Spencer had even taken a trip back to California, without the FBI’s knowledge.

An obsession had formed, but Spencer was too grief-driven to ignore it.

JJ nods, and Garcia begins to deliver the case. It was a double homicide in Florida, with a note left at the scene that indicated more murders to come.

“Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says, standing up.

Spencer stays at the table for a moment, processing the fact that he will be working a case, without you there.

Tears had become familiar to Spencer over the past month, so he wiped away the forming new ones on instinct.

He clears his throat, and walks out of the briefing room.

Three months

Three months after your death, Hotch has to hold grief assessments.

He saves Spencer’s for last, as it was arguably the most important.

“How are you doing Reid? I know that you and Y/n had a close relationship.” Hotch asks, testing the waters.

“Do you want me to lie, or tell the truth?” Spencer says, answering a question with a question.

“Obviously I’d prefer you tell the truth.” Hotch says, looking at Spencer.

“Did I ever tell you what Jackson Price said before he shot Y/n?” Spencer asks, his leg bouncing.

“No, I don’t believe you did.” Hotch says.

“He told me to try to keep her alive until the medics came.” Spencer says, a tear falling down his face as he relived the experience.

“He told me he wanted to see how good of a “doctor” I really was.” Spencer continues, “But she was ready to let go Hotch. You should’ve seen her. She made jokes, while she was minutes away from dying!” Spencer laughs in the middle of the tears that were falling.

“I held her hand, and I felt the life leave from it. So Hotch, I’m not really feeling okay.” Spencer stands up, wiping tears from his face.

“Feel free to say i’m not ready to be a part of this team. Because without Y/n on it, I'm not sure I want to be.” And with that, Spencer leaves.

Six months

Six months after your death, Spencer feels like he betrayed you.

He told someone what had actually happened in your final moments.

Spencer isn’t sure what came over him, he had repeated over and over again to himself, that that moment was to only be for you two.

But whenever someone would mention you, it would always begin with “Spencer’s friend Y/n” and he hated that.

You weren’t just friends, and that was something Spencer knew long before you died. There was always a special bond there.

Whenever you would go over to Spencer’s apartment and have a movie marathon, you two would be as close as can be.

You would fall asleep on him, and it would help Spencer go to sleep faster.

Every time you would touch him when he was feeling stressed, it would put him at ease.

You two were more than friends, but there was the unspoken rule that you couldn’t be together.

The unspoken rule that it couldn’t work, you two had both seen too much horror.

Spencer didn’t need to be in a defined relationship with you to enjoy who you were as a person, and how you made him feel.

He was just glad he got closure in the end, and you died knowing how he felt about you.

Penelope was the first person he told about your final moments.

It was during one of the times Spencer came over to her apartment. They had been doing it a lot more often. Penelope and Spencer were the closest to you, and they figured it was good to spend time together.

Spencer and her were watching a movie, when Penelope suddenly paused it.

“Can I ask you a question?” She asks, setting the remote down.

“Yeah, what is it?” Spencer replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s about Y/n.” Penelope says, a slight look of regret on her face.

Spencer clears his throat, looking down, “Go ahead.” He says.

“Is there something you haven’t told us about her death? I’ve just noticed something weighing on you.” Penelope says.

Shock covers Spencer’s face. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice. He was on a team of profilers sure, but they weren’t supposed to profile each other.

He clears his throat again, “Yeah, um..” He begins, working up the courage to tell the story.

“I told you all that Y/n asked me to hold her hand. But after that she asked me a question. She asked me what my biggest regret in life was. I think she was giving me a chance to get something off my chest, because she knew she was dying.” Spencer says, a smile coming onto his face as he remembers how thoughtful you were.

“I told her that my biggest regret in life was not telling her how I felt about her.” Spencer continues, “And then she said she loved me, and I said it back. Then we kissed. Then she closed her eyes, I like to think that she wanted the last thing she saw to be my face, the happiest it’s ever been. Because it was. I’ve never been happier than in that moment.” Spencer says, his voice breaking and the tears falling freely.

Penelope envelops him in a hug, and he returns it. For the past 6 months, he’d been crying alone. It felt great to tell someone finally.

“Would you like to know something?” Penelope asks, breaking away from the hug to look Spencer in the eye.

“What?” Spencer asks, keeping his voice low in hopes it wouldn’t break again.

“I want to say it was a month after she came to the BAU, Y/n came into the tech room, nervously telling me how cute she thought you were. She finished by saying that she just enjoyed spending time with you, and that she always cherished your time together.” Penelope tells him.

Spencer smiles. He remembers the time he had that realization too.

You had brought him coffee one day, and you remembered just how he liked it. Spencer didn’t even remember telling you, so maybe you had just picked up on it.

“I really miss her.” Spencer confesses.

“I know honey, I miss her too.” Penelope replies.

After that, Spencer is a bit more open to the team.

One year

One year after your death, Spencer has a very bad day.

He has a nightmare the night before the one year anniversary of your death. The exact same events replay, but at the end, you tell him how much you hate him. How he couldn’t do anything to save you.

Spencer wakes up in a cold sweat, heavily breathing. He shakes himself, assuring himself it isn’t real.

He hasn’t had a dream like that in months, and it shakes him.

The team isn’t on a case thankfully, so Spencer picks up his phone, and calls Hotch.

“Yeah Reid?” Hotch answers on the second ring.

“Hey Hotch, could I take the day off today?” He asks, voice still sleepy.

“Yes, the entire team is actually taking the day off. It’s a hard day for us all, but I know especially for you.” Hotch says, the sympathy in his voice has been easier to pick up on nowadays.

“Thanks Hotch.” Spencer says, setting down the phone.

He sighs, and gets up to take a shower. His apartment is silent, a reminder of how his life feels without you.

After he gets out of the shower and puts on his clothes, Spencer is at a loss. He has no idea what to do that day.

Nothing feels nice enough to celebrate your life. That’s what he should be doing, right? That’s what you would want him to do, right?

Then, he has an idea.

Spencer grabs his keys, and heads out the door. He gets into his car, and begins to drive.

He arrives at the coffee shop that you two used to go to all the time. Spencer hasn’t been there in a year.

He clears his throat, and gets out of his car. He walks into the shop, the bell ringing, signaling he was there.

Spencer takes in the scene. He looks at the table where you always sat, telling anecdotes about your hometown. He smiles, you were always so talkative.

He walks up to the counter, and orders the coffee you used to always order. Spencer pays, and goes to sit down at your table.

He sits for a moment, remembering, something he’s been doing a lot. And then, his name is called for his drink.

Spencer smiles at the worker who hands him his drink, thanking them. He goes back to your table.

He sits there in silence, drinking his coffee. It’s nice, peaceful even. It felt good to remember you like this.

After Spencer finishes his drink, he stands up to leave. He presses his lips to his hand, and his hand to the table.

Three years

Three years after your death, Jackson Price is found dead.

It was a pretty normal day at the BAU, your death anniversary was coming up, but it seemed that everyone was more content nowadays.

Even Spencer was doing a lot better. He still thought about you often, but mostly good thoughts. His nightmares would only come back around your death date.

Hotch walks into the bullpen, “I need everyone in the briefing room. Now.” He says, walking up to the room already. The rest of the team follows

After everyone sits down, Hotch begins. “This is about Y/n.” He starts. Everyone goes quiet, you haven’t been brought up in a long time.

“Early this morning, a body was found in Southern California. The body has been ID’ed as Jackson Price.” Hotch says.

The room is somehow even more silent than it was before. The only sound is Spencer’s chair scraping the floor as he quickly walks out of the room.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Emily says, following Spencer out of the door.

Emily finds him in one of the many abandoned offices in the building.

She sits beside Spencer, pulling her chair close to his, “What’s the matter Reid? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Emily asks.

Spencer looks up at her, his facial expression difficult to tell because of the darkness of the room.

“That is what I wanted, Emily. But I wanted to be the one who did it. I wanted to shoot him just the way he did Y/n. I spent months looking for him, and I never found him.” Spencer says, shaking his head.

“You never told us that.” Emily says, frowning. Spencer grimaces.

“I didn’t want you all to think I couldn’t move on.” He explains in a low voice.

“Spencer. You have helped each and every one of us with personal vendettas over the years. We would’ve done the same thing in a heartbeat.” Emily tells him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, I guess my mind was clouded.” Spencer says, unsure of himself.

“Hey.” Emily says, wrapping Spencer in a hug. Spencer had been way more accepting of those in the past years. “We are all here for you.” Emily says, looking at him.

Spencer nods, his eyes watery, “Do you want to go back in there?” Emily asks him.

Spencer nods again, and they both stand up. When Spencer walks back into the briefing room, everyone gives him sympathetic looks, but not the ones they usually give. They give understanding looks. They’ve all mostly gone through similar things.

Spencer sighs, glad that his family is there for him.

Five years

Five years after you die, Spencer gets into a relationship.

It felt... weird that Spencer had feelings for someone else besides you. Before you died, he really wasn’t one for relationships. His work was too much, and it stopped him from making relationships outside of the FBI.

Then, after you died, he had another excuse. Whenever someone would ask him out, women tended to be more forward than him these days, he would tell them that his girlfriend had died. That he was still mourning the loss of her.

When he met his now girlfriend, Gianna, he had just told her that you were his girlfriend, and you had died in the line of duty.

It was too long of a story to explain that you weren’t actually dating, but the feelings and basically everything else was still there.

Gianna actually reminded him a lot of you. She was bubbly, held a good job, and understood him somewhat.

Gianna was a good person to have as your first girlfriend after a hard breakup, or loss. But something happens that makes Spencer realize that she is not a good fit.

It was around the 5 year anniversary of your death, and Spencer and Gianna had been together for maybe 6 months.

The one thing about Gianna, was that she was very needy. Spencer loved her, and he had expressed that quite recently. It was obvious that Gianna wanted to settle down soon.

It was obvious that Spencer wasn’t ready for that.

The dreams always came back around your death date, and Spencer had learned to deal with them.

But he didn’t know how to deal with them if someone else was around him.

Gianna was spending the night, it was late and Spencer offered. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but they weren’t living together by any means.

They were both asleep in Spencer’s bed, when Spencer had his dream. It was the same as it usually is, the exact same events of your death replay, but at the end you don’t tell him that you love him.

Spencer wakes up, head shooting up, and he wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He turns, and finds Gianna looking at him. A half-concerned, half- disgusted look is on her face.

“What was that about?” She asks Spencer.

“Oh, um, around her death date, I have nightmares about Y/n.” Spencer says softly. He only told the people on his team about his nightmares.

“Oh.” Gianna said, rubbing her eyes, “It’s been 5 years, I thought those would’ve gone away by now.” She said.

“I watched her die, Gianna.” Spencer says. He always got defensive when it came to you.

“I know, it’s just been a long time.” She explained, “Let’s go back to sleep bub” Gianna says, turning back over.

Spencer laid with his eyes open the rest of the night. He could never sleep after a nightmare with you in it.

Spencer broke up with Gianna shortly after that.

Ten years

Ten years after your death, Spencer visits your grave.

He brings you dandelions. You always said that they were your favorite flower. When Spencer brought up that they were actually weeds, and an invasive species, you said “That’s why I love them. They are outcasts, just like me.”

He smiles at the memory, something he did often.

Spencer thought it was sort of cheesy to talk at someone’s grave, until it came to you.

He decided today would be the first time he’d do it, he wanted to talk to you.

He sits down in front of your headstone, crisscross, and sets the flowers down. Then, he begins to talk.

“Hey Y/n. I think i’ve gotten to the point where I don’t cry when I think of you. I try to only think of good memories of you. God. I really miss you Y/n, I really fucking miss you. I miss the way you would tell me your thoughts on a case, or how you would explain your theories about TV shows. I miss having Harry Potter movie marathons with you. I don’t know. I just miss your energy. I’m glad I got to tell you how I feel Y/n. You deserved that much. A lot has happened since you’ve been gone, I wish you would’ve been there to see it. You could’ve helped me through a lot of it. Anyway, I’m rambling. I love you baby. Always have, and always will.”

And with that, Spencer presses a kiss to his hand, and presses his hand to your headstone.

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writer1 · 3 years

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Reunited

Warnings: Death, lots of death, Angst.

A\N: This is the start of a fic series for my OC Gears, I hope everyone likes it!

Gears opens his eyes to a room filled with doctors, he looks around. They are all studying him, talking about him in whispers that he can’t hear at the moment. He can’t remember what happened, how he got here, or anything. All he can remember is his name, and that he was a clone Commander. He tries to move, lifting up a hand to his face. That’s when he sees it, his hand is robotic! At first Gears believes it's cybernetic, that he was injured during a… a battle maybe? and they had to amputate. Then he looks at the rest of his body, and lets out a scream. “What the hell happened to me!!!” He yells at the doctors as he tries to jump off the table and attack them, but he crashes down to the floor, unable to walk. His whole body is robotic, not human like it’s supposed to be.

He continues to scream until the doctor’s have to sedate him, although he doesn't know how since he's a machine, and his mind promptly falls into darkness.

xxx

Gears fights his hardest as he shoots through the mounds of droids, his battalion and him were on a mission to get data from a separatist base on Queyta, but everything went wrong when the intel didn’t say that there were this many droids. His men had been promptly surrounded, and the battle started. Gears had lost sight of their Jedi General a while ago, and he can’t find sight of her. Gears fights his hardest, doing his best to protect his brothers.

He doesn’t know what to do, this is a losing battle, he watches as some of his men, his brothers, fall. Some fall into the lava when they’re shot, instantly burning alive. He can hear shiny’s that are crying for lost Vod, only being silenced when they are inevitably shot and killed. It makes him angry, those shiny’s had just gotten off of Kamino, they have hardly lived and now it’s just, they are just… gone. Gears tears up as he fights, the gunshots and explosions are raining down around him, as he does his best to protect his remaining men. He feels like he’s failed as he hears the screams, the blaster fire that is taking the lives of everyone around him, Gears prays to the force Rex and the others are okay at the Citadel.

It isn’t long until he’s the last one left, not even the Jedi left alive, he’s exhausted, breathing heavily and unable to fight anymore. He’s finally restrained by two of the droids, and Count Dooku himself walks up to him. “Well, look what we have here.” He says with a smug smile, making Gears growl, staring at the man who did this, killed his whole battalion. “I’ll never tell you anything.” He hisses angrily, and Dooku walks up, ripping his helmet off of his head. He can see the anger on Gears’ face, and his clenched jaw. Dooku just laughs at him. “I know you won’t tell me anything.” Dooku kneels down and places his lightsaber against Gears’ chest. “But I will give you a chance to tell me what you know, or I will kill you.” Gears glares Dooku down. “I'm not an aruetii, not like you.” Dooku smiles as Gears glares. “Your choice.” and he clicks the button.

The lightsaber pierces right through Gears’ chest, making his eyes widen, as all he feels is a burning fire in his chest. His mouth opens in a silent scream, then he knows no more.

xxx

Gears wakes up once again to an empty room, he looks around, then down at himself. He lets out a soft whimper, looking down at a body that isn't his, he shakes his head a little. "No." He whimpers out as he tries to stand up off the table, but he falls to the ground once again, no one is there to pick him up this time.

He starts to cry softly, but no tears come out. It's weird, hearing his own sobs and voice, but not feeling himself breathe, or his mouth move. He can hear gunfire in the distance, the sounds of… the sounds of his brothers yelling out. Memories start coming back to him, memories of younger Cadets. His brothers, and his youngest Vod…. Rex, Rex was his name.

Gears shakes as he hugs his knees close to his chest. "Please…" he whimpers out, so scared. He just wants his brothers. His Ori'Vod Cody, and his younger brothers Wolffe, Fox, Bly And Rex, the young blonde Captain who Cody saved from being decommissioned.

Gears shakes as footsteps get closer to the door, and he pushes himself against the back wall. He keeps his knees close to his chest as he whimpers in fear, his voice sounding exactly the same as when he was human. He hides his head in his knees when he hears a gasp, and looks up to see a Jedi in front of him. He’s holding a blue lightsaber, seeming ready to strike. “P-Please?” Gears says quietly, and the Jedi freezes as his eyes go wide. “Y-You… you’re a clone!” He whispers, then notices the file sitting on the table, his eyes widen as he walks over and picks it up. Gears watches the Jedi, he blinks as his memory of this Jedi comes back, General Skywalker. Skywalker's eyes widen as he looks over at Gears.

“Gears?” Gears' neck snaps up, as he stares at General Skywalker. “General Skywalker.” He says automatically as General Skywalker's eyes somehow widen even more. “No, just call me Anakin, Gears.” Gears nods as Anakin brings a Comlink up to his face. “Rex, I think you need to come down here.” Gears feels fear overtake him as he realizes that his baby brother is coming, that he’s going to see him like… this. Gears hides his head in his knees, scared of what his baby brother is going to think of him.

xxx

Rex races down the halls, wondering what's going on. Anakin had told him that there was something important that he had to see, he told him to get to the medical room ASAP! It made Rex worried, very worried. They had just taken out the Separatists in this base, and if it's something in the medical room. That means it's probably an experiment.

Rex finally makes it to the medical room, and throws the door open. His eyes immediately widen as he sees a Commando droid with its knees curled close to its chest sitting next to a standing Anakin. Rex immediately pulls his Dc-17s out and fires at the droid, but surprisingly Anakin blocks them. And even more surprisingly the droid whimpers… actually whimpers.

Rex's eyes widen as his mouth drops open, the droid looks up at him with almost… Sad eyes?

"Rex'ika?" Rex freezes when the droid says that, and Anakin looks at him sadly, he knows that voice. It's the exact same as his own, but him and his brothers know the difference, Rex can't believe it. He looks to Anakin, who gives him another sad look. "It's Gears, Rex." Rex looks back towards the Droid, taking a step forward and dropping his guns. "Gears?" Gears nods, his head drooping sadly. Rex tears up, then rubs and collapses against Gears. "Ori'Vod!" He cries out as he hugs Gears close, who, after a moment of surprise, wraps his arms around Rex.

"Shhh, Rex'ika. It's okay." The memories of when Rex was a small Cadet come back to Gears immediately as he holds his Vod'ika in his arms. Memories of rocking him in his arms as he cried over having blonde hair, and how the Kaminoans almost decommissioned him. Rex sobs against Gears. "Gears you're… you died… how are… y-you're here." Gears hushes Rex again, pressing a Keldabe kiss to Rex's forehead. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here, I'm different… but I'm here." Gears whispers softly as he lets Rex cry against him, he knows better than others that sometimes, you just need to cry it out. Especially with something as big as this. Anakin watches the interaction with a sad smile, Gears was one of the nicest troopers he had ever met, he had missed him as well.

Rex’s cries turn to small sniffles as he looks up and wipes his eyes, he pulls Gears close to him again. “I… I can’t believe you’re alive! We’ve all thought you were dead for the past six months.” Gears’ eyes would have widened if they could, he can’t believe that he’s been… here, for six months. “I… I’ve been gone that long?” Rex pulls away from Gears and sits beside him, giving a nod. “Yeah, you have. We… we found the rest of your battalion, but you were missing.” Gears takes a shaky breath and nods, as Anakin picks up the folder. “From what this file says, it seems that Gears did die, but his brain was… it was put into the body of a Commando droid as some sick experiment.” Anakin tells them, voice laced with disgust. Rex growls as Gears places a hand on his shoulder, Rex looks over at him. “How are you feeling, Ori’Vod?” Gears shakes a little, but tries to be strong for his Vod’ika.

“I’m missing lots of my memory, but it seems to come back when I see something familiar. I can’t walk right yet either.” Rex nods. “We’ll get you to Kix and Coric as soon as possible, me and the General can help you get to a Gunship and out of here.” Gears would smile if he could. “Good, It’d be nice to see a few more familiar faces.” Both Rex and Anakin notice the little shake in his voice, making Rex place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Ori’Vod. I promise.” Gears nods as Rex stands up, helping Gears to his feet, he allows Gears to wrap his arm around his shoulders as Anakin comes to the other side and does the same.

They help him walk out of the room and down the hall, as they pass 501st soldiers, there are stares, but none of them shoot at the Commando droid, they know that if the General and Captain aren't trying to kill it, then it’s needed for something. Gears stares at the ground as they go, he doesn’t look up at his brothers they pass, he can’t. Once they get outside, Rex and Anakin walk Gears to a gunship. They sit him down outside of one as Rex turns to Anakin. “I can call Fives to help me take over from here, sir, you help the men here.” Anakin nods, handing Rex a folder. “Okay, heres his file they had, the medics might need it.” Rex nods and takes it as Anakin runs off to help get the supplies, then Rex turns and spots Fives. “Fives!! I need your help.” Fives comes running over, he glares at the droid, then turns and looks at Rex.

“What do you need, Rex?” Rex sighs as he looks at Gears. “Fives, this droid. He’s… He’s Gears, Fives.” Fives eyes widen, then he looks at Gears. “What! I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Rex.” Rex sighs, but before he can explain more, Gears pipes up. “It’s me, Vod’ika.” Fives physically startles as he hears his Ori’Vod’s voice. “Gears! No no no, this isn’t possible, you died.” Gears sighs heavily, blinking his eyes off and back on. Rex turns to Fives. “He did die, but the Separatist’s put his brain into a droid.” Fives gapes at Rex as he hears this, then he kneels down and pulls Gears into a hug. “I’m so happy to have you back, Ori’Vod. I’m so sorry about what they did to you.” Gears hugs him closely, rubbing Fives back with the softest touch. It's not as comfortable as it was while he was a human, but Fives doesn’t care, or tell Gears that.

“It’s okay, Fives. I’m okay, Vod’ika.” Gears whispers, and Fives hugs him close in a tight hug, tears falling down his face. “Fives, we have to get him on the gunship and to the medbay." Fives looks up at Rex and nods, then he hooks one of Gears’ arms around his shoulder, as Rex walks over and does the same. They carry him up and onto the gunship, then it goes flying off back to the Resolute.

xxx

As soon as it lands, Rex and Fives help Gears out, He puts his head down as he hears gasps of brothers. He hates this, looking like a… like a droid!! Their enemy. Gears keeps his head down as Rex and Fives lead him to the medbay, when they enter there is a gasp. “What the kriff is a commando droid doing in my medbay!!” Gears looks up, and almost cries from happiness, seeing his… Vod’ika? Yeah, his Vod’ika Kix. Gears sighs, he hates not having all his memory intact, but everything is seeming to come back to him, so that's good.

“Kix… It’s Gears.” Kix raises an eyebrow, and looks at Gears. “Why the kriff are you joking about that Rex, you of all people should know how hurtful that is.” Kix growls through clenched teeth, Rex and Fives glance at each other sadly, then look at Gears. “Gears, I think you need to talk to him.” Gears nods. “Hey, Kix.” Kix’s eyes widen, then they fill with tears. “I… how?” Gears lets go of Rex and Fives and lets himself fall against Kix, hugging him. Kix wipes the tears away, then he frowns.

“The Separatist--” “Yes.” Gears confirms Kix’s suspicions, and Kix growls. “They had no right!” Gears shakes his head. “There's nothing we can do about it now.” Rex smiles, and so does Fives. “Oh, here's his chart Kix.” Kix nods and takes the chart, then he helps Gears over to a medical bed. “You sit here, I’ll read over your chart, and see what's going on… inside you.” Gears nods, and Kix walks away, then he turns to Rex. “I’m sorry.” Rex and Fives both frown. “What are you sorry for?”

Gears lets out a sigh. “I’m so sorry for dying, I just… I couldn’t--” Rex slams into Gears, pulling him into a hug. “Don’t you ever be sorry for dying, or for you being like this.” Fives steps forward and nods. “Yeah, you are still our Ori’Vod, no matter what!” Gears nods, wishing he could smile. But Gears then looks at Fives and tips his head to the side, then he asks the question that Rex and Fives hadn’t had time to think about. “Where's Echo?”

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hellflame-for-a-reason · 3 years

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Ingenium Fracta

Chapter three: Fear and pain

Tw: funerals, doctors, suffocation, nightmares.

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Iida Tenya; honoured friend, beloved son and brother. He was a good young man, taken from us too soon. Tenya was a model student and a perfect future hero, who was taken from us by an event none could see happen. It's safe to say that he's in a better place now, he's-"

There had been a funeral, the entire class had shown up. No one really spoke, it was nice catching up with Tensei he supposed, but the fact that it was at a funeral for the poor man's brother really put a damper on things. Aizawa had never felt more guilty for anything in his life, he couldn't believe he'd let a student die like that, how could he be a teacher now?

They never even found the body, Aizawa figured it was because Iida had been fighting Shigaraki at the time. That poor boy, Aizawa couldn't imagine what his family was going through. Class 1-A had completely refused to vote in a new class president, seeming offended at the very idea. Aizawa couldn't blame them at all and he managed to get Nezu to agree that the class would be fine with only a vice president. It was going to be a bit difficult for poor Momo but she was adamant she could manage, replacing Iida would be an insult.

Recently, Aizawa had found himself having regular nightmares about losing more students. It was one of those nights where Hizashi found him, he didn't know where Hizashi had been but he didn't really care. All that mattered to Aizawa was that his loving husband was now holding him gently, "Sho? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He nodded in response and was suddenly lifted up and placed onto Hizashi's lap, a hand combing through his hair, "it's ok babe, it wasn't real, it's just a nightmare."

"I dreamt I lost more students…"

"Oh Shouta…" Hizashi kissed the top of his head, "it isn't your fault, it never was. You couldn't have known the villains would be there, no one could."

"But…" he was crying now, "I'm supposed to be their teacher, Hizashi, I'm supposed to be a hero!"

"You are a hero! You're EraserHead! Those kids adore you Sho! And they don't hold a single thing against you, please don't hold it against yourself." He was brushing Aizawa's hair now, making sure to be careful of all the knots and tangles. Aizawa had no idea where he found such a perfect husband, he certainly didn't deserve someone so loving. "You did everything you could, but you had to watch the whole class, it's understandable that one slipped through the cracks."

It was silent for a bit after that, Aizawa just sat there trying to process Hizashi's words as the husband in question continued to brush his hair- he was braiding it now. It was very bad when Aizawa couldn't sleep, he usually slept through everything, his thoughts had to be incredibly bad if they were keeping him awake. The guilt that followed losing a student was more than enough though, not only that but it had been the class president, it had been Tenya Iida, Aizawa used to be in the same class as Tensei; the guy was the sweetest, most caring hero they had in their class. It really showed when he saw how Tenya behaved with class 1-A, everything he did reminded Aizawa of Tensei, but now seeing Tensei's face at the funeral, Aizawa had only seen Tenya. What a horrific way for the tables to turn.

The Iida's were a proud family, with a long and incredible lineage; they'd been doing good for people before quirks even evolved. Aizawa had always known them to be a little stuck up in their attitudes, Tensei being the clear outlier- the more he'd seen of Tenya, the more he realised both the Iida brothers were outliers. The funeral had been the first time he'd ever seen any of the Iida's cry- well except from Tenya, who had cried when the hero killer had hurt Tensei and was now unable to cry at all, or even feel emotions. Aizawa couldn't blame Iida's parents for crying; their baby had just died after all. They'd had one hell of a year, first Tensei's legs and now their youngest son.

A child had died. That was the hardest part for Aizawa to cope with; the fact that a child, barely 16, had died due to his failings as both a teacher and a hero. The civilians that had been on the same floor had praised Iida, commenting that they had felt safe around the next Ingenium. They told everyone about how cool and composed he had been when instructing them to evacuate and then one even mentioned him running in to disarm the villain. Aizawa honestly couldn't have been prouder of the kid, Iida had been the perfect picture of a model hero. That's what it was all about, saving and protecting the public. That was why Aizawa was a failure; he couldn't even save one child.

Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do now. It was too late to save him. So all Aizawa and everyone else could hope to do was move on and grow from it, he had argued with Nezu for the fourth time about getting his class a specialist councillor and he'd finally agreed to it, saying he'd look for one. His kids really needed it, Aizawa could well imagine how the death of a classmate felt to them, and it wasn't any classmate either; it was their beloved class president. When the news was broken to them, Aizawa had even seen Mineta and Bakugou shedding tears, and neither of them were even friends with Iida.

It was safe to say that everyone would miss the boy greatly, Aizawa didn't even like calling him a boy; Tenya Iida had proven himself more of a man then Aizawa was. The hero course favoured the flashy and the violent, but true heroes like Iida were really overlooked. Aizawa would make sure to praise the model students he had in the future, he shouldn't waste so.much time with the problem children. There should be a balance; heroes are supposed to be the protectors, but who protects the heroes? Aizawa would've liked to say it was him, but clearly he was lacking in that department.

Black smoke, filling his lungs, stealing his air. He was choking, he was on the floor. He'd been asked to revv his engines, to show what they could do, now he was choking on his own exhaust fumes. He was on the floor, when did he fall to the floor? There was yelling all around him and he wasn't sure what was going on in the slightest. He felt his consciousness slipping away from him as he gasped for air, his eyes were shut tight but he could feel the tears running down his face. He finally lost consciousness as he heard one of the men yelling, "get both! Just in case!"

When he came to, he was laying in a bed. Judging by the room it was probably Toga's bed, the mattress was so soft and the aching feeling in his legs didn't feel so bad when he lay there. He was surrounded by Toga, the burnt man and three men Tenya hadn't met yet. One man was wearing a full body suit, in blacks and greys, the second man was clearly just a mechanic, the third being a doctor, both the two regular men were clearly being held at gunpoint. Tenya had the vague idea that this was illegal, but he was too tired to think much of it.

"Are you alright kid?" The burnt man asked, putting a hand on the bed frame, "apparently part of your engine got disconnected and we had to get a doctor and a mechanic to fix it for you."

"Oh," Tenya paused, he hadn't considered the fact that bring trapped under rubble would affect his engines, although to be fair, he didn't really understand how his engines worked- or at least he'd forgotten, "well they do kind of ache…"

The doctor nodded, "that'd be the stitches, they'll ache for a little while but they should degrade on their own… can I go home now?" The mechanic looked just as desperate to leave as the doctor, and both men were led downstairs by the man in the catsuit.

Toga sat on the bed next to him, "normally I like seeing boys all injured like that, but that was really scary- there wasn't even any blood!" She frowned at him, "are you sure you're alright? I don't want my new friend dying on me!"

"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm from very hardy stock."

The burnt man raised an eyebrow at that, "do you remember what stock? Recall any family members?"

"Hmm…" unfortunately Tenya still couldn't remember anything about his family outside of his last name, "still no, my apologies."

"Don't apologize kid, they abandoned you too didn't they? Didn't even care that their kid 'died', only about those poor, defenseless heroes."

"Yeah!" Toga added, frowning, "those meanie heros left you to die! You shouldn't care about them!"

Tenya nodded, that made sense to him. The thought of people calling themselves heroes leaving someone to die in a wreckage made his blood boil- he hoped that didn't translate to his engine, he didn't want to put any strain on it at the moment. Instead he just watched them leave the room, and he settled down for a nap; he may as well use Toga's bed whilst he had it.

Dispite Kurogiri's concern, Tenya had ended up moving into Toga's room anyway; they were the only ones close enough in age and since Tenya was gay and Toga already had a crush, the adults figured it would be fine. Tenya had been happy to help the burnt man, who Tenya later found out was named Dabi, set up his bed. Kurogiri even bought him an Ingenium poster, which Tenya found off because he could have sworn that *he* was Ingenium… but nevertheless, Tenya found it very nice of him, he hadn't been expecting that. The man known as Twice somehow managed to get him a new pair of glasses as his last pair had been broken, he'd also bought Tenya some bedsheets and pillow covers, as well as many books to help Tenya keep up with his studies.

In fact, Tenya was studying when Toga looked over at his book, "whatcha doin'?"

"I'm reading about algebra, see?" He showed her the notebook he was trying the questions in, "it's like maths but there's letters! It's rather fun!"

"Why would there be letters in maths? That doesn't make any sense!"

He chuckled at that, shuffling to the side so she could get on the bed with him, "oh it's easy when you think about it, come on; I'll show you." He put his bookmark in the book and flipped back a few chapters, understanding that Toga would probably need something a little easier.

"Let's try something simple, okay?" He smiled at her, beginning to write the question down when she nodded. "So let's say that A means one, and B means two, what would A plus B make?" He wrote the question down as he said it, making sure it was clear.

She nodded slowly, taking the pen from Tenya as she slowly wrote down the answer, at least she understood basic maths- although her handwriting was terrible. "Is it three? Or do I have to write down another number?"

"Well technically you're right, unfortunately the rules of algebra dictate that the answer would be AB."

Toga proceeded to look at Tenya like he was a moron, "so it's not even numbers? Why is it still maths?"

He sighed, unsure of how to explain it to her, "well you've got to figure out how to shorten the question I suppose, it doesn't entirely make sense- but that's what makes it so fun!" He smiled, knowing there was no point in explain it to her, she hadn't finished middle school so there wasn't much of a chance of her grasping algebra.

"You're so weird Ten-chan! Stick to liking murder like the rest of us!" She giggled, they both knew there was no malice behind that, her genuine smile showed that. Toga got off of the bed and went back to her own, toying with her knife. "Do you want to talk about Izuku?"

"Who?" Tenya didn't think he'd ever heard that name before, but he had a funny feeling of deja vu from it.

"Huh?" Toga was once again looking at Tenya like he was stupid, "you know? Green hair, freckles? Sometimes goes by Deku? Izuku Midoriya?"

A gasp, "Midoriya?" Tenya knew Midoriya, he loved Midoriya! Midoriya was his best friend, was Izuku his first name? Tenya felt a little guilty that he didn't know his best friend's full name, or even how he looked. To be fair though, he did have memory issues, so he couldn't be blamed really.

"Yeah! That's Izuku's last name! You wanna talk about him?"

"Of course I want to talk about Midoriya! He's my best friend!"

Toga giggled, taking out her phone and beginning to show him the photos she'd taken. They were photos of Midoriya, Tenya instantly recognized him, despite not remembering his face. The fear on his face in every photo was particularly familiar, and Tenya found himself having flashes of an image in his head, of nothing but pure worry and stress on Midoriya's face. Toga snapped him back to reality, beaming happily, "isn't he cute??"

Tenya had to nod at that, "his hair is very fluffy, and I like his freckles." He did agree with Toga, Midoriya was a lot more adorable than Tenya had expected. This was his best friend? Oh Tenya must be the best at making friends then, to befriend someone so pretty.

"I know, right? I like him best when he's covered in blood!"

"Why?"

A moment of silence and Toga paused, "I don't know, just think he's attractive," she shrugged, clearly not having a real answer. Tenya didn't really mind, he was just curious, he didn't actually care either way.

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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History repeats itself (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hi guys! I'm on a roll (it's that high that patients that are about to die experience right before they crash. Kinda fitting, giving the fact that I'm going to die tomorrow bc of OH, isn't it? :D), like back in the old, good days. This was a request made by a wonderfull Nonnie. Thank you so much for suggesting it! I hope you enjoy it and that I didn’t disappoint :D

This fic is part of the ESIMY series (Claire and Ethan met and got married before they started working together and that’s basically all you need to know, as the fic can be read as a separate work)

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Paging Dr. Ramsey to Dr. Banerji’s office.

He looked up from the article he was reading, expecting a message from his wife. They were supposed to go home soon, finishing her last day of work before she would go on maternal leave. The page didn’t read as urgent, and yet somehow, a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t explain it. Call it a hunch that made him abandon his work and rush through the halls of the hospital.

Naveen was waiting for him by the door, his expression gravely. The air in the room was so thick that Ethan, who was running, stopped abruptly in his tracks, feeling weight being slammed against his chest. He didn’t know what was happening yet, but it couldn’t have been anything good.

“Naveen?” he asked, walking closer, treading slowly and carefully, as though it would save him from the approaching heartbreak he could already feel. His friend sighed heavily, stepping towards to him and laying his hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“You might want to sit down.”

“Tell me. I need to go pick Claire up from the locker room in five minutes.” He didn’t miss how his mentor’s face fell at the mention of her name, making his stomach drop in worry. “What happened?”

“Claire is being transferred to the OR as we speak.” He said, the next words being an almost exact echo of his own words years back. “She had a seizure, full eclampsia. We’re delivering the baby.”

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That day, from the very beginning, was a bust. Her head was pounding, slowly but surely rising and breaking through the threshold of her pain tolerance, causing her to reach out to her OB-GYN in search of any advice, along with some painkillers. Her vision was getting blurred around the sides from time to time, making it incredibly difficult to read charts or look her patients in the eye. Esme asked her about it, figuring out something was wrong when she misread the patient’s name while they were walking towards their room, but she dismissed her with a kind smile.

“That’s pregnancy for you.” she joked, seeing in her resident’s eyes that she didn’t believe her. Sighing heavily, she nodded. “Okay, it’s not typical. I- I would appreciate if you kept your eye on me today. I feel like something is about to go south and I’d like to avoid that.”

“Of course, I’ll watch you like a hawk.”

Light sensitivity came next. Supply closets were her biggest friends that day, providing with as much darkness as she wanted, blocking out any traces of light. She couldn’t barricade herself in there, no matter how much she’d want that, so she braced herself and pushed through.

She knew all those symptoms too well. She was, after all, treating her pre-eclampsia since it reared its ugly head three weeks ago. The moment she heard her diagnosis, she felt as though she has been struck by a lightning. It was the same diagnosis she gave Dolores not even three years ago.

Ethan wouldn’t survive it if this case ended the same way.

Claire was battling with herself. Should she tell him about it and let him worry about her every second of every day until she gave birth and the postpartum eclampsia was ruled out, or should she shoulder that weight on her own, treating it behind his back and praying that he’d never have to find out that the very same complication that took away his dear friend not that long ago, now threatened to take away his wife too.

She opted for something in between. There were symptoms that she couldn’t hide from him, about which they talked and she let him ask about them on their appointments. Dr. Weland, her OB-GYN, was aware of the whole situation, carefully formulating her answers for the first-time father.

It kept her up at night. She knew he would be scared, disappointed that she didn’t tell him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He’d lock them both up at home for the remainder of her pregnancy, with a private doctor at hand, and treat her with extra caution. But most of all, she didn’t want to see the panic in his eyes, which she knew she’d find there. He would stop sleeping, watching over her at every moment.

Dr. Weland expressed her concerns when she saw Claire that day, hence her asking Esme to keep an eye on her. It wouldn’t be wise to send her home; she would need help in case something went horribly wrong.

Three hours later, as though on cue, she felt pain in her stomach, right below her belly button. All the symptoms she’s been experiencing that day cumulated, striking her at once with double their force, bending her in half. Esme, who was just down the hall, called out her name, rushing towards her, just in time to catch her as she crashed towards the ground, her body shaking.

“She’s seizing! Page Dr. Banerji!” the resident shouted, taking care of the fallen doctor.

“What about Ramsey?” someone asked, pager in their hand.

“Do as I say!”

What happened next could only be described as a chain reaction, its magnitude that of an avalanche. Naveen was called, OR was ordered, Claire was moved onto the bed and wheeled away. The hardest was still ahead of them.

Ethan fell against the wall heavily, struggling to catch his breath. “What do you mean eclampsia? Did she have any symptoms before that? Did she know? Who found her?”

“Dr. Ortega. She probably has more answers for you than I do. Come on, we’ll talk to her and Dr. Weland.”

His every move felt as though there were two impossibly heavy bricks attached to his feet, and another three on his shoulders and his chest. Panic began rising in his chest, fighting the overwhelming urge to let the tears fall. Esme was waiting for them by the entrance to the OR, worry spelled on her face.

“Can someone tell me why my wife and my daughter are fighting for their lives in there?” he barked the question, shaking in emotional distress. Naveen placed his hand on his shoulder, asking him silently to let the doctors speak.

“She’s been not feeling well for the whole day. Asked me to keep an eye on her; she told me she felt like something was about to happen.” the youngest doctor explained, stepping away to make space for Dr. Weland.

“Claire was treating her pre-eclampsia for the past three and a half weeks. The symptoms you noticed and were asking about were all a part of it. She asked me to not tell you, hoping that she would be able to avoid developing eclampsia.”

Never before in his life had he looked up at someone so fast. “She knew? And she didn’t tell me?”

“Ethan, I know you’re angry but-“

“I’m not angry. Right now, I’m terrified, because my family is fighting for their lives and I’m here, instead of being by their side. Step aside, I’m scrubbing in.”

“No.” Naveen shook his head, pulling him aside firmly. “And you know why.”

“Move out of the way, Naveen, I’m going in there.”

“I’m going to lock you in my office if you don’t calm down. You won’t help anyone by being emotional and reckless. Breathe, son, they’re going to be alright.” Ethan’s breathing was treading on the line of hyperventilating, panic rising in his chest even more. At last, tears fell, two trails running down his cheeks. He fell into his friend’s embrace, sobbing like he hasn’t done in a very long time. Helplessness, anger at fate and at himself for not noticing it sooner. “Claire is a fighter, so are you, and so is your daughter. They’ll pull through.”

“The last time I had to give this diagnosis to a person I cared about was Dolores, and she was dead within ours. Don’t tell me to calm down.” He stumbled over his words, holding onto Naveen’s arms for dear life.

“This time will be different.”

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Not even an hour passed before the surgery ended. It gave Ethan enough time to go over the last weeks, all the pieces falling together into one tragic picture. It was all there, right before his eyes. Edema on her hands and feet, which could be written off as a pregnancy symptom. Headaches plagued her quite often even before she was married, so he didn’t even bat an eye on it, maybe except for the intensity of them. Her nausea returned long after her morning sickness phase passed, but again, pregnancy manifested itself with a variety of things.

He blamed himself. After Dolores died, he thought he’d be able to see the symptoms and prevent it from getting worse, but when it mattered the most, with his own beloved wife, he failed to add two and two.

“Ethan, you can see them now. The baby is safe and healthy, Claire’s condition is under control, she’s stable and conscious.” Naveen called out for him, a small smile on his face spelled out relief.

Jumping to his feet, he ran towards them, catching the room number from a shouting Naveen, not waiting for anyone. Nurses and doctors moved out of his way, some of them knowing what happened, others having no idea but knowing better than to stand in Dr. Ramsey’s way.

The lights in the room were dimmed, curtains closed, providing privacy and peace. Ethan opened the door as quietly and gently as he could, his stare falling onto Claire immediately. She smiled at him lazily, watching his every move in anticipation. He strode towards her, sitting at the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his, rising it to his lips and kissing it, over and over again, saying silent prayers of gratitude. Tears started running down his cheeks again, wetting her skin, his shoulders shaking as he let out all the emotions.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, choking on her words, her face wet with tears too. He looked up at her, shaking his head.

“No. It’s my fault. I- I somehow attract tragedy. My Mother, Naveen, Dolores… and now you.” She looked at him confused, not understanding his reasoning at first, only seconds later did she remember his thought process, her eyes filling with horror.

“Ethan, that’s none of your fault. I won’t be sitting here, letting you blame yourself for something completely out of your control.” She grabbed him by the sides of his face, hauling him onto her, pressing their lips together and lingering there, connecting them, again and again. “Your Mother wasn’t your fault.” Kiss on the nose. “Naveen wasn’t your fault.” Kiss on the forehead. “Dolores wasn’t your fault.” She kissed both his cheeks, catching his tears. “I wasn’t your fault, and neither was she.” She cried, her voice getting thick from tears. Her head crooked towards his left, pointing towards their daughter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his words stabbed her like a knife that she herself was holding against her heart. She knew he’d ask, but she wasn’t prepared for it, no matter how many times she rehearsed it in her head.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” She explained after a moment, biting her lip in shame. “I thought if I can get through this and not have any complications, you’d never have to find out. Especially with how it ended for Dolores…”

“There isn’t a single thing in this world more important to me than you two. Whatever it is, however hard it gets, I want to be there for you. For both of you.”

Both of them cried silently, embracing each other as closely as they dared, refusing to let the other get away even for a mere inch. Silent comfort, not needing any words, only each other, alive and well.

The soft sound of wailing pulled them out of their little bubble, pulling their attention towards the crib by the bed. Ethan stood up, walking over to look inside, Claire peaking from her position on her bed.

A little girl was staring up at him, her eyes blue and curious. She couldn’t smile yet, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t see how at peace she was. Perfectly fine.

His whole family was perfectly fine.

“Katherine…” he muttered, running the outer edge of his index finger along his daughter’s cheek softly.

“She looks like a Katherine to you?” Claire asked, humor in her voice. He nodded, turning to his wife. “I was thinking of Isabelle.”

“We can compromise.” He embraced her, kissing her head tenderly.

“Katherine Isabelle Ramsey. Perfect.”

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stitch1830 · 3 years

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Hi, I've seen your stuff talking about kantoph and was wondering if i could throw my hat into the ring.

I always imagined toph not having the easiest time with her pregnancy with lin and especially the birth. Lin is a bit of a giant, especially compared to toph who i doubt got very tall even in her prime. It also seems like bad genetics/birth problems may have happened with her own mother as she had no siblings even though her parents were clearly disappointed with her existence. It always made me think Poppy and Lao really struggled to have kids and Toph might have inherited it.

How do you think Kanto would have reacted if this were true and Toph had nearly died having Lin? Would he be very over protective or composed do you think?

Thanks!

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! And PLEASE DO throw your hat into the ring! I'm loving all the Kantoph conversations haha. :)

You make an excellent point, and it was probably the reality for at least one of Toph's pregnancies. Obviously every pregnancy is different, but I feel like people usually say the first can be the hardest (usually a long labor too? I have no idea I've only done like maybe two google searches on the matter), just because you have no idea what to expect. So if we consider that on top of probably a higher risk pregnancy, I bet it was difficult for Toph to carry Lin and may have even had to deal with different rounds of bed rest.

To answer your question, I have a feeling Kanto would be a man torn in two between going with Lin to check on her (if she needed to be examined in a separate room) and staying with Toph because of after-birth complications. Toph would probably want him to go with the baby, but... idk I feel like he'd want to stay with Toph. He knows her and while he loves his baby... I think he would want to stay with Toph just in case something happened, he'd want to be there for support. There was this one Grey's Anatomy episode where the husband of a patient told the doctor to save his wife over the baby because "They can always make another baby, but they can't make his wife again." And while that's a very simple and binary way of looking at things, I think that would be Kanto's initial thoughts as well.

But let's say he was pushed out of both Toph's room and the baby's. Kanto would be a wreck, thinking about the absolute worst happening and being so helpless... He would hate it. Kanto seems like a man of action to me, and the fact that he's just sitting and waiting for the answers on the well-being of his family? He'd flip out. They're all he has and if he loses either of them... he doesn't want to go there.

When he finally gets to see his girls, he would probably cry out of relief and exhaustion because it was a very stressful situation that he never wants to experience again. After the all-clear was given, Kanto would probably not leave Toph or the baby's side unless absolutely necessary. Toph and Kanto were already pretty clingy when they first found out they were having a baby, and now? Psh. Good luck having one of them go somewhere by themselves.

The only situation where I see Kanto being extremely composed would be if Toph needed him to be the rock in the moment. Like, maybe she's flipping out and worried and tired and in pain and she needs someone to support her and not freak out as well. Then Kanto would be the coolest cucumber and would provide her exactly what she needed to the best of his ability. And then after everything was fine he'd be a mess because of the adrenaline rush LOL.

Those are my immediate thoughts on the question, and would love to hear what you think. Thanks again for the ask! Very interesting thought and HC, I like it! Feel free to send more. Have a nice day! :)

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choices-ethanramsey-4life · 3 years

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Days with you make me feel better part 4

Pairings: EthanXMc

Warnings: very few, just angst

Description for part 4:

Ethan has returned to Boston to see Samantha. Only to try and put things together. With the questions in his head he follows after Samantha as they talk. One of the longest talks. One of the hardest talks they’ve had.

***Ethans POV***

I reach my place flicking the light on. As I head to my bedroom on my bed a jumper was there with the unmistakable scent of a light floral perfume.

“Samantha.” I quietly breathed out.

Heading to Donahues to see Reggie i hoped to see Samantha as-well. I walk in say hey and look over at a table outside. Samantha’s friends sat there all of them...but her. Dejected I sit as Reggie looks over at me.

“You seem glum.”

“Nothing.”

“Really? I was starting to think you were looking for that doctor. The small one with blonde hair.”

Damn it. He knew. And I knew.

“Did she come yet?”

“No. She started to come less after a while. She used to come alone at times sit in the corner and write often sketch at times. We talked at times. She hasn’t been coming for the past week.”

Why? Was it me? Was it something else? Why did she used to come alone?

Just then my eyes catch a glimpse at the girl who sat at a table outside. Her friends cheering.

“About damn time!” Dr. Varma exclaimed.

“Don’t listen to her glad your feeling better.” Dr. Trinh hugged her.

Feeling better? Was she sick? Is she still sick? Is she ok? Did I cause her pain? My mind tormented me. Reggie glancing at me.

“Speak to her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. I’ve seen you two give eyes at each other all of last year before you left...”

“What! No we weren’t- I shocked by this. How many more ppl saw us like that?

Just then I got up and went outside and my eyes glanced on her.

She wore a black off the shoulders jumper with a sliver locket. With regular jeans and black ankle boots which was had heels on them.

The jumper which clung off her and her hair. Her beeline honey blonde hair which grew out longer... Her smile and the green emerald eyes which Emits pure joy and soo much love.

But under all that I see something else...pain, tiredness... loneliness. Her face despite the smile has both physical and mental fatigue.

She had also lost a lot of weight from everywhere. Which was shocking as it was concerning. But despite those imperfections she looks soo...

“Beautiful...” came out as a whisper.

I Walk up to the table as she hesitantly looked up and then says “hello Dr. Ramsey.”

Just like that we went back to Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Valentine.

***Samanthas POV***

“Hello Dr. Ramsey.”

“Hello Dr. Valentine.” He meets us and walks away. But how did I end up here? After staying in my room.

Some time earlier:

I sat in my room dejected. I looked out the window. Sunlight. Sitting on the seat next to the window I take it in.

A knock on the door.

“Samantha we’re going to Donahues come if you want. We really want you there. All of us.”

I flopped down on my bed. Elijah’s words ringing through my ears. He wants me there. They want me there.

Did I want to be wallowing in pain for ever? Is this who I want to be?

No. Of course not. Who wants to be like that?

I’ve been this person before. Broken. Alone. I’ve promised myself never to slip back into that again. But here I am. I’ve slipped back. I wasn’t going to slip back more.

Getting dressed for the first time in ages I curl my hair. To boost my confidence. I put on make up to cover the weeks, the two months of insomnia. Looking over at the mirror.

“I can do this. I’m Samantha Valentine.”

I hesitated as I walked in reggie giving me a smile.

“Hey Samantha.” Smile so genuine.

“Hi Reggie all good?”

“Yeah great. What about you? You seemed to disappear for a while I didn’t scare you off now?”

“No, no it’s not that. I’m fine. I’m feeling just fine.” I smile. Bryce comes from behind.

“Hey.”

“Bryce! Hey.” We hug as we go back out back to my place of peace. We sat in silence as he broke it.

“You feeling better?”

“Yeah...I feel better. I’m getting there.”

“Good. I’m glad your feeling yourself again. Everyone’s missed you.”

“Really?” He looks at me pulls me in for a hug as we sat on the grass.

“Yeah of course we did. You make Jackie more tolerable.” We laugh.

“Shut up.” As he drove back we made our way outside. Everyone cheered.

“Welcome back Samantha!” Elijah yells

“You guys are going to get us kicked out of here by Reggie with all the noise.” I laughed.

After that my eyes glance at a figure at the regular spot. Ethan.

He comes up to us as we all take in his new look. The beard, the green Jacket.

After pleasantries and moving inside and after an eventful hour, Reggie does his last call as my friends leave area waiting for me.

“Samantha all ok?” Aurora asks

“Yeah, yeah you guys go I’ve dropped my locket on the ground I’ll be out in 5 minutes you guys go.”

“Are...you sure?” Sienna asks.

“Yeah sure go don’t wait.”

“Don’t be too late” Sienna hugs me as Jackie pulls her arm.

“Come on! She’s not a baby. And you si need to get out more come on!” Jackie teases.

“But- Sienna tried to protest

“She’s right you know si, you can put your inner mom away for one night ok.” I pat a hand on her shoulder as they hesitatingly left.

I look on the ground as Reggie says “all good Samantha?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m just about to leave. I dropped my locket I’m just going to find it and I’ll be gone.”

“Sure thing. Take your time.” He smiles and goes by cleaning the place.

Found it! I get back up and bump my head on the table. “Ow!” I rub my head as Ethan looks back at me getting up.

“You ok?”

“Yep.” As I turn to leave he holds my wrist and says

“Rookie.” That word causing my heart to beat faster. I turn to face him.

“Yeah.”

“Join me? For a little while.” I nod.

He smiles “want anything?”

“No. It’s ok.” We head outside in the cold which pinches my skin. Sitting on the bench in front of the fire he watched me stare at the fire.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m fine.” He comes closer arm around me.

“It wasn’t a question.”

“Ok.” We sat in peaceful silence my head on his shoulder. Nothing but the sound of our Breathing.

Just then he broke the silence.

“Samantha can I ask what happened? You didn’t write or call and Reggie says you rarely used to come with your friends. At times you came alone.”

“Nothing happened. It was simple. You left. Made it clear that you didn’t want this.”

“I didn’t say that or mean that. I had to clear my head.”

“Yeah. So did I. You don’t see me running off again. Maybe because at this point it’s too predictable.”

“What do you mean predictable? What happened Samantha I want to know. You’ve changed. Look at you it’s clear you over work yourself.”

“I’m going. I don’t need to say anything. If anyone should explain anything it’s you.”

“Samantha wait-

“For what? The next time you get scared and run away?” I walk off don’t turn back.

***Ethans POV***

I sit processing what happened as Reggie says “go after her! She’s right you know. She need an explanation.” He pushes me to the door before I could protest.

Driving I didn’t know where to go. I think and remember what Samantha showed me at the end of her intern year.

“This is my place of peace. When I come here everything feels right. I know that life is crooked. With it it can ruin or bring joy.”

Heading to the cliff area a small figure sat on the grass looking over at the city.

“Samantha.” She doesn’t look I sit next to her.

“Tell me.” She lays a head on my shoulder as she involuntarily shivers.

“Honestly rookie.” I take off my jacket which was huge on her small frame.

“I don’t need it you know. I have a jumper on.” She smiles

“It’s not doing a good job keeping you warm. Anyways tell me. Now.”

Her head on my shoulder my arms around her. She was crying.

“Rookie.”

“Just. Let me explain.” She calms down after a couple of minutes and says

“October 5th 2009. The day my brother died. I was 17 he was 21. He got in a fight with my dad they argued I couldn’t stop him from leaving. His car crashed into a bridge. His breaks failed for some reason.”

I understood her better a layer of her being exposed. I knew her brother died she didn’t go in detail. She never did.

“I couldn’t believe it. He was my support system. More of a family than my dad could give. When I came to Edenbrook a part of me never believed he died. I knew he died but I could never say it. After the case i thought that...that for a second I... I saw him.”

“Oh Samantha.” I held her a little tighter.

“He wasn’t there. I started to come to terms that he died.” Her voice breaks in between tears “and then you left me. I just felt alone despite having people around me.”

“I’m sorry it’s my fault. I shouldn’t of left i should of been here for you...”

“Don’t Ethan. Don’t. It’s not your fault. I would keep my self busy at work. Or I would sit in my bedroom and think about what i did wrong. Naveen took me to Seattle to see his grave my dad was at a conference with my aunt in LA. So chances of seeing him was none. I even got some of his things Naveen gave me.”

“Are you ok?”

“I will be. Don’t worry. I’m just glad you came back you didn’t leave.”

“Of course rookie why would I leave? I have you here.”

They sat watching the city lights and the stars twinkle above them. In an embrace holding each other. Taking it a day at a time. They though of only then and then. Ethan and Samantha. Samantha and Ethan. At that moment they were just that... and nothing else.

Thank you soo much for reading this fic Days with you make me feel better. I’m glad you’ve read until now and supported me, given I take forever to write😂😂. But Really enjoyed writing this mini series. If there’s any suggestions do let me know in the comments I’ll do my best to make it happen. ♥️

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tickletastic · 4 years

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Everything’s Growing In Our Garden

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Thiam

Summary: Theo learns what it's like to finally have a family, and Jenna, David, and Liam are more than happy to help him along the way.

Living with the Dunbar-Geyers was… different for Theo, to say the absolute least.

Before the dread doctors, he was always coming second to his sister. He was sick, and asthmatic, and terrible at sports. Tara was the star of her middle school’s soccer team, and in the off-seasons she juggled piano lessons and debate team. Theo had things of his own: he did dance when his asthma wasn’t acting up, and he could write circles around the other kids thanks to his reading addiction, but it was never enough for his parents. They wanted trophies and medals to show off, and cute pictures in uniforms, and Theo could just never give them that. He didn’t really understand it as a kid. He thought that most kids were vying for the attention of their parents and Tara was just an exception. He wanted to feel special too.

When the dread doctors enticed him to join them, they had made him feel special. They said that he was so unique for being chosen by them, and once he gave them what they needed he could have everything he ever wanted.

The doctors never fulfilled their promises. Instead, Theo was threatened on a daily basis, and prodded with needles and x-rays until he was blue in the face.

Theo never did feel special. At least, not until he started living with Liam and his parents.

Liam was constantly around, bubbly and jumpy as always, making sure Theo was comfortable. Liam spent two days trying to figure out the perfect plan to convince Theo to move in when he found out that Theo was homeless. In the end, he took the easy way out and stole Theo’s truck. He refused to return the keys until Theo promised he would take the Dunbar-Geyers’ guest bedroom.

Liam’s parents welcomed him with open arms. They both did everything they could to make sure that Theo would be comfortable after Liam described the older boy’s flighty nature to them. It wasn’t hard for either of them, they both took a liking to the boy instantly, and Jenna found it easier than Liam had described to read Theo’s emotions. Mothering a teenage boy will do that to you.

Dr. Geyer loved talking biology with Theo. He even offered Theo an internship at the hospital before the Geyers had found out that Theo needed to graduate high school. The second the doctor came home, he would often talk with Theo while helping Jenna with what was left of dinner. The two of them got along very well, and Dr. Geyer found it refreshing discussing medicine with someone who wasn’t a colleague.

Jenna and Theo had many, many things in common: they both loved to read, they both loved to cook, and they both loved to annoy Liam to wit’s end. Jenna was actually one of Theo’s favourite contemporary authors before the two had even met, and he would be embarrassed to admit to the fanboy moment he had when they first met. Jenna had written a popular fantasy children’s series under her maiden name, Tate, before transitioning into adult fiction under her current name. Liam hadn’t even known that Theo was a fan of his mom until Theo met her. Jenna barely had time to introduce herself before Theo was turning bright red and gushing: “I have read Noire Kingdom seven times!” Jenna laughed, and Liam swore that he would never let Theo live it down. Liam quickly learned not to mention it when his mom and his new housemate had started to gang up on him with the teasing.

It was really strange to Theo to be treated like he was part of the family. It was weird to have two parent-figures that had grown to love him. Theo didn’t really know what he imagined parents to be like. He couldn’t remember much of his own, and fake parents never quite fit the bill.

Dr. Geyer was understanding and pensive. He would check in on Liam and Theo when the security bell would alert his phone of their homecoming, and he would bring home sweets from the bakery near the hospital once a week. When Theo first arrived he had believed it was already a tradition: Dr. Geyer would bring home an assortment of treats every week; tarts for Liam, muffins for Jenna, cookies for himself, and an assortment of others. One week, Dr. Geyer’s usual box of goodies changed from an assortment to just four. The tarts, muffins, and cookies remained the same, but instead of the usual variety of extra sweets, there were sprinkled donuts. Dr. Geyer never mentioned it, so Theo never did figure out how the doctor had realized they were his favourite. It wasn’t until months after that Liam let it slip that the sweets hadn’t been tradition before Theo’s arrival, but his dad had instead decided to create new traditions to include Theo.

Dr. Geyer showed his affections through small, silent acts of kindness, and even that was a bit overwhelming for Theo.

Jenna? Well.. some of her maternal habits were kind of strange, Liam was completely willing to admit it. He had filled Theo in on a few of them:

- Simply for her own peace of mind, Jenna would try to make Liam smile at least once a day - Jenna called Liam by his first name only when she was angry, otherwise, it would always be some variation or nickname, and last but not least; - Jenna packs Liam’s lunch, always slipping a little note into it

Theo didn’t really see what the point was in Liam telling him all of this, after all, Theo was definitely not planning on passing judgement on the woman who had given him a home.

Theo didn’t understand until he had been helping Jenna cook dinner one day.

“Baby face, could you pass me the flour?”

Theo hadn’t heard Liam, or even smelled Liam enter the house, so he turned to the entrance of the kitchen, his brow furrowed. When he turned around, the entrance was empty, the house only occupied by Theo and Jenna, as expected.

Theo’s brow furrowed, and he looked over at Jenna, who was humming peacefully as she mixed the dough in front of her. She looked up at Theo when she realized he had yet to pass her the ingredient.

“Theo, sweetheart: the flour?”

Even Theo’s crazy ability to hide his emotions couldn’t help the furious blush that made its way over his face. He nodded frantically before turning around and handing Jenna the bag of flour.

“Are you okay, honey? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Theo nods frantically again, “yup, perfectly fine, Mrs. Geyer.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jenna?” She tuts before continuing dinner.

Some of the nicknames do get absurd, but others are so cute and fond that they force a blush to rise over Theo’s cheeks no matter how many times he’s called them.

Theo finally understands why Liam felt the need to fill him in on all of the strange maternal habits that Jenna has developed when Theo opens his backpack one morning, finding a brown paper bag in it. He eyes it strangely, but it doesn’t smell suspicious... In fact, it smells delicious.

Three periods later, Theo sits down for lunch with Liam and the puppy pack, taking out the bag and placing it on the cafeteria table in front of him, eyeing it with suspicion. He’s so deep in wonder that he doesn’t even notice when Liam stops his conversation with Alec mid-sentence, eyeing Theo with the same suspicious look that Theo is giving the bag.

“Dude, it’s just the lunch my mom packed for you, I promise she didn’t lace it with wolfsbane or anything.”

Theo scowls, looking down in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. When he finally does open the bag, the effort to hide is rendered completely worthless as he reads out the note written on a heart-shaped sticky note stuck to the container of his sandwich.

The rest of the table certainly notices, and Corey, the little shit that he is, grabs for the note, tearing it straight from the container.

“Have an amazing day at school, sweet boy. I know you’ll do perfect on your biology midterm. Xoxo Jenna.”

Theo grabs for it, but of course, that doesn’t stop Corey from reading it out to everyone else present at the table. His face is bright red, and Liam jokingly leans in to pinch his cheek. Theo glares before hastily grabbing the brown paper bag, getting up and tossing his backpack over his shoulder as he grumbles under his breath.

The moment that Liam realizes that he has forgotten to fill Theo in on everything comes a moment too late, but Liam ends up being grateful in the end.

Jenna has a habit of touching her family on whatever body part happens to be closest to her. Liam thinks that she doesn’t even know that she’s doing it, it has just always been a calming ritual for her. Usually, it would be a normal body part, she would scratch Liam’s scalp while asking him about his day at school, or she would rub David’s shoulder while asking him to pick up groceries. Today, David was on a shift at the hospital and, while Jenna was actively working on her next novel, she was home for the time being. It was after school on a weekday, so she figured she could spare the night away from her office to feed her favourite boys.

When the two teens had arrived home, they had greeted Jenna in the kitchen before heading to the living room. Liam had gravitated to the floor directly in front of the TV, playing video games on his PS4, and Theo had gravitated to the couch behind the younger teen. Liam was sitting with his back against the couch, and Theo was curled up on the couch, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open despite his long day at school.

Jenna rounded the couch from the kitchen, standing next to Liam in front of the couch. She started to absentmindedly scratch Liam’s head, and he leaned into the touch, practically purring. She stopped when she realized that Theo’s eyes were closed, and she cleared her throat. Theo’s eyes squinting back open.

“Hey, kiddo, long day at school? You should head up and take a nap before dinner,” Jenna started, smiling softly at the boy that she now considered her second son. “What do you want for di-”

Jenna was interrupted by a frantic giggle from Theo, as he quickly rushed to cover his face with his hands. Liam hadn’t been paying much attention, but he starts to when the sweet sound of Theo’s laughter floats through the air.

While she had been preparing to ask Theo what he wanted for dinner, her hand had wandered down to his socked foot, pulling at his toes without even realizing.

Jenna repeats the action and smiles fondly when Theo tries to curl up, calling out through giggles, “Jenna!”

She stops when the boy tries to scramble off the couch, moving her hand to his shoulder in a calming effort to ensure that he stays comfortable. She can’t help but coo, the flush on Theo’s cheeks worsening in response. “That’s adorable.”

Liam was confused as to what had happened, his back to Theo, until Jenna had rounded the couch and leaned over to whisper in Theo’s ear, “don’t worry, Liam’s ticklish too.”

Now both Liam and Theo were blushing, Liam because his mother had revealed his secret, and Theo because Jenna’s words could confirm Liam’s suspicions of his own sensitivity. When she pulls away, she ruffles Theo’s hair. “What do you want for dinner, honey?”

Theo stammered for a moment, his brain a cloud of embarrassment and anticipation, “could we have pasta?”

“Of course, babydoll.” Jenna walks back into the kitchen, Liam sure that she would make bowtie pasta since it seemed to be Theo’s favourite, even though Liam preferred rigatoni.

As much as Theo would like to test out Liam’s ticklishness, his tired brain doesn’t even think of it until Liam is pinning him to the couch, his game abandoned completely as Brett and Alec’s voices sound out through his headset.

Theo had a nervous smile on his face, his tiredness still unceasing. Liam was grinning like he had just discovered Atlantis. “You’re ticklish? Mom’s right, that is adorable.”

Theo couldn’t prevent the blush that grew to line his cheeks. He shook his head, his voice breathy in anticipation, “I mean, not r-really?”

“‘Not really’ as in you’re not ticklish?” Liam pinched Theo’s ribs, the older boy writhing beneath him, “or ‘not really’ as in you’re not adorable? ‘Cus they both seem to be true according to my information.”

Theo had gripped Liam’s wrists and was attempting to push them further away without trying to push Liam off altogether, failing horribly. Liam had always been stronger, though the chimera was usually faster, not only on his feet but with his mind as well.

Theo groaned, a look in his eyes that Liam couldn’t quite place, a look that would’ve signaled that Theo was frustrated had he been with anybody else but Liam. “If you’re going to insist on doing this, can we just get it over with? I’m exhausted Li.”

“Sorry babe, I’m about to make it worse.”

Theo didn’t even have the time to respond to the abnormal nickname before he was trying his very best to stay silent. As good as he had always been at handling interrogation methods, the dread doctors never did teach him how to handle this. He was trying to make his brain think quicker, but his thoughts were starting to fog up. He tried to decide between masking his chemosignals and masking his heartbeat, but his heart had quickly betrayed him in its pace.

He had always found it so easy to mask his heartbeat and chemosignals, it had always come so easy to him, but trying to hold in his laughter while hiding his chemosignals felt like he was running a marathon. He thought that he was doing a pretty good job until he saw the wicked smile on Liam’s face.

He wondered what kind of chemosignals he was sending out, because the only thing that he felt was panic. Liam’s fingers poked over his toned tummy, wiggling and twitching against Theo’s skin. He couldn’t let his laughter escape him, he needed to have at least one thing under control, but he was quickly losing it beneath the younger boy.

Theo almost bucked Liam off entirely when his fingers moved to his ribs, absolute terror running through his mind. He didn’t even realize he was shaking his head until Liam’s own beautiful laugh cut through the air.

“No, Theo? No what? What is it that you don’t want me to do?”

Theo frantically reached around, managing to grab both of Liam’s wrists and pushing them away ever so slightly, forcing Liam to stop. Liam just looked amused, a hint of glee in his eyes and a soft, pleased smile on his lips with his head quirked to the side.

Theo wanted to grimace, but instead he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his own face, breathy giggles escaping as he tried to reason. “Liam. Li. Just leave me alone. If you keep touching me then I swear I’ll make you regret it. I will break your nose in more ways than you could even count. I will-”

Liam stretched his fingers and wiggled, the corner of his lips further quirking when Theo let out a soft giggle when Liam’s fingers barely even brushed Theo’s skin. Liam’s fingers were just barely close enough for Liam to do anything but brush Theo with the very tips of his nails, yet there were enough to get the chimera on edge. “I swehehear I will- Holy shihit Liam don’t!”

Jenna was swift with her scorn, a quick call of ‘Theodore Karl Raeken’, reminding Theo to watch his language. In a swift movement Liam had gathered both of Theo’s wrists into one of his hands and pinned them above his head. It was enough to catch Theo off guard, giving Liam time to surprise him with his newly planned attack.

Theo’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and he started to giggle despite himself. Liam was also hit with a wall of scent as Theo unknowingly lost control of his chemosignals. Liam felt something warm simmer in his chest, and he let it bloom until he found himself momentarily releasing Theo’s wrist and reaching for his phone. He opened his phone to his desired application and tasered Theo, snapping a quick photo as the chimera squeaked, his nose scrunching up in a way that made Liam’s heart skip. When the distinct snapping resounded from Liam’s phone, he was hit by the distinct scent of embarrassment from Theo.

“Delete it!”

“I really don’t think you’re in a position to be making any demands, T.”

Liam’s fingers resumed their scritchy scratching over Theo’s ribs: stuttered, carefree giggles softly flowing from the older boy.

Theo’s laughter adopted a panicked tone the higher that Liam’s fingers rose. A spot between two of his top ribs had him snorting softly, words completely dying in his throat. When Liam’s hands slipped under Theo’s arms, his eyes, which had been just barely open, shot wide, giving Liam a look similar to his own infamous puppy-dog eyes.

“Fuck, Liam stahap!” Theo’s laughter had risen an octave, and Liam was satisfied that he had been able to force the older boy to lose control. Liam hadn’t realized until now how satisfying it would be to see Theo as anything other than completely calm and collected.

Theo had gone limp for a moment when Liam had been tickling his ribs, but now his fight was back in full force. Theo had managed to pull his wrists down from Liam’s hold and was now desperately flailing his arms in defense as Liam poked and tickled wherever he could reach.

“Aww, someone’s a giggly mess.” red hot embarrassment scented through the open air once again as the colour of Theo’s cheeks began to rival that of tomatoes.

Theo had his head thrown back, his eyes shut as he blindly tried to defend himself. Could Deucalion train him on this? Liam took a moment to quickly film a video on snapchat, making a mental note to send it to Mason as proof that Theo, the big, bad chimera of death, does in fact giggle, and he looks pretty fucking cute while he’s doing it.

Liam had admittedly gotten a little carried away with tickling Theo silly, not even detecting another heartbeat near him until there was nimble, knowing fingers poking him in the tummy from behind.

“H-hey!” Liam fell backwards onto his back on the couch, bringing his knees up in an attempt to curl up while his mother hovered over him, rapidly poking him in one of his most sensitive areas.

“I think it’s time that you let Theo get his nap, don’t you think?” Jenna threw a wink Theo’s way that he just barely caught as he curled in on himself, still giggling softly.

Liam nodded frantically as a cacophony of sounds spilled from his lips: snorts, squeals, and cackles. To Theo, he resembled a turtle stuck on its back, desperately trying to flip over, as Liam flailed his arms in an attempt to protect himself. “Okahahay, mom! I’ll leave Theo alone!”

“That’s more like it!” Jenna exclaimed, blowing a raspberry to Liam’s neck before backing away. “Dinner will be ready soon boys, hope you’re hungry.”

Jenna walked back into the kitchen while Liam recovered, scratching and swatting at himself as if he could still feel his mother’s fingers. When he finally sat up, a small smile breached his face. Theo was curled up in a ball, facing the inside of the couch, fast asleep.

His breathing was slow, and his expression was soft and worry-free. Liam could once again feel the familiar flutter in his chest as he reached for the throw blanket folded on the arm of the couch, softly placing it over Theo as the boy softly snored.

A year ago, Theo barely felt safe sleeping in Beacon Hills at all, but now, Liam was glad that he finally had a place to call home, and that he finally had people he could call family.

#ticklish!theo #teen wolf #thiam #liam dunbar #theo raeken #david geyer #jenna geyer #corey bryant #alec #brett talbot

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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Request: RenRuki; Mad Scientist!Renji shocks Frankenstein Monster!Rukia with electricity to test the endurance of Mikasa's heart

I am not quite sure who you mean by Mikasa-- I am guessing either Masaki or Hisana? I really enjoy making Renji into Byakuya’s beleaguered minion in any universe, and I was extremely charmed by the idea of the latter, so that’s what I went with. I supposed this is a little less “Mad Scientist” and a little more Ticked-Off Postdoc, but a crumbling castle on a moonswept cliff? In this economy??

CW: Some detailed discussion of building a monster out of body parts. It’s not intended to be scary or gross, but just wanted to be on the safe side.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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I should have finished my dissertation, Abarai Renji thought to himself, irritably rubbing at the nicotine patch under the collar of his shirt.

Education-in-perpetuum was a rich kid’s game, though, and when he’d had to choose between a paying entry-level gig at Kuchiki Biotech or a continued monk-like existence grading freshman papers and scrubbing out the autoclave, he’d followed the money. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, working in industry. Eating food that didn’t come with a seasoning packet, living in an apartment that had both heating and air-conditioning, the indescribable luxury of a monthly transit pass. Yeah, it stung a little when Kira and Hinamori sent selfies of themselves at that conference in Berlin, and later, in their stupid graduation get-ups, but after seven years of working his ass off, of being on time every day, of covering his ink and minding his manners, Renji had been noticed by Kuchiki Byakuya himself, the reclusive CEO of the company.

“You were a student of Dr. Aizen Sousuke?” Kuchiki had asked, his cold grey eyes skipping past Renji’s carefully knotted tie and spotless lab coat to linger on his bandana and the cover-up smudges that protruded from beneath it. “The cephalopod neurophysicist?”

“That’s correct.”

“His work on artificial chromatophores was stunning.”

Right. That.

“Er, the camouflage stuff wasn’t my area of interest, but I have a couple of friends in that area if you’re--”

“You studied nervous system regeneration. But you did not graduate.”

Renji had tried not to look surprised, because his supervisor had warned him that Byakuya liked to try and surprise people and then judge them for being surprised. Byakuya had probably just dug up his resume from HR prior to this interview. “That’s right. Well. About the nervous system thing. I did graduate, just, y’know, ABD. That’s not even true, I wrote about half a dissertation. Maybe two-thirds.” His mouth snapped shut. Kuchiki Byakuya definitely did not want to hear about his two-thirds of a dissertation.

“I read your article in the Journal of Zoological Neuroscience, the one about using a donor octopus brain to reanimate a dead specimen? I assume you wrote it. You were listed as second author, but it was not rife with Dr. Aizen’s usual bloviations. It was excellent work.”

Renji had failed in his attempts to keep from looking surprised.

“I am starting a special project that could use a man of your expertise. Dr. Shirogane spoke well of your time here, and felt that you were ready to take on the role of primary investigator.” Byakuya looked at his extremely expensive watch, as though he were already getting bored of this meeting. “It is a small project, a one-man project, and I am afraid it will not produce any sort of publishable results. In fact, I will require you to sign a number of non-disclosure agreements, should you accept. But it is a very important project to me, personally.”

Renji could still remember the excitement, the feel of his heart stuttering in his chest. He imagined telling Kira and Hinamori about the personal project he was doing for the wealthiest biotech entrepreneur in Japan. He felt smart. He felt important. He felt like industry was finally paying off for him.

Two days later, he found out that this project involved grave-robbing.

It turned out that Kuchiki was a widower. His wife had been a kind, beautiful angel who had died of complications from cystic fibrosis at the tender age of 34. Despite everything, her heart has been very strong at the time of her death. So Kuchiki kept it, y’know, like a normal person. And then he found one of his employees, a guy with big muscles and no family and a lot of student debt, and asked him to make a new body to put that heart in.

That was three years ago. Since then, Renji had acquired his own sub-basement laboratory and a used pick-up truck. He had a lot of middle-of-the-night meetings with Kuchiki, where he got used to delivering absolutely deranged progress reports in a calm and conversational tone. He’d taken up smoking again, but then he had to quit because Kuchiki didn’t like the smell. He stopped seeing most of his old friends, in favor of his fabulous new friends, like Isane, the nervous assistant mortician at the hospital, and Hisagi, who worked down at the funeral home and drove a hearse like it was a Shelby Cobra. His new best drinking buddy was a guy named Akon, who worked over at Kurosutchi Heavy Industries and was building some sort of cyborg daughter for his creepy boss.

And now he had her.

Maybe she’ll turn out to be better than a dissertation, Renji thought, contemplating the girl-thing floating in an antifreeze bath in his sub-basement lab.

She was small, in part because the original Hisana had been small, but also because regrowing the nervous system had been the hardest part, and the less he had to grow, the better.

At first, he’d put a fair amount of effort into making her look like Hisana, but Byakuya never seemed to give a shit about stuff like that, so Renji started to take a few liberties here and there. An athlete’s limbs (well, more like three different athlete’s limbs) gave her a lean and powerful build, instead of the wispy slenderness of her predecessor. He’d been very picky about the eyes, but his patience had paid off when he scored a stunning pair from Ishida, a bitter med student who had a part time job in the university’s dissection sample acquisition department. They were deep blue, nearly verging on purple, like a starless sky. Renji wasn’t very good at suturing at first, and the big, clunky stitches that held her mismatched parts together were a little jarring. Renji had come to rather like them, though. She wasn’t a perfect, flawless angel. She was a pile of lost potential, cobbled together and given a second chance, and he liked that she wore that openly on her skin. If she didn’t like it, well, he could always offer to take her down to his tattoo place.

The only thing Byakuya had objected to was the brain.

It was a criminal’s brain, or at least that’s what Byakuya said. The brain had belonged to a teen girl who’d been caught shoplifting, and in her attempt to make a break for it, darted into traffic. It was extremely fresh, though. The girl died in the hospital and Isane called him right away. By the time Byakuya even found out about it, Renji already had the brain nestled in among the little baby human-octopus hybrid nervous system he’d been growing, so there was nothing to be done. Renji had assured Byakuya it would be fine, she wasn’t going to remember anything about her old life anyway. He did not mention that he’d done a fair bit of petty theft in his youth, and he’d turned out… well. Never mind.

He’d turned out to be an insane person, actually. A person who flaunted the rules of ethics and nature. He was an actual, real-life, mad scientist (ABD). Well, assuming all this worked.

In the morning, Byakuya was expecting a demonstration. The demonstration. The part where Renji pulled a lever and sent enough voltage surging through that precious little Kuchiki heart to bring Byakuya’s new sister to life.

He’d run and re-run all the individual organ tests. Reviewed his check list three times. Read and re-read all his notes. It was either going to work, or it wasn’t. If it worked, he was a genius, a mastermind. Kuchiki would give him a pat on the back and a big bonus and he was also going to start addressing Renji as Doctor Abarai, dissertation be damned.

If it failed, Renji was going to be lugging his belongings to the curb in a cardboard box.

It was now 2:16am.

If he went home, he’d just stare at the ceiling for four hours, but at least he would be able to shower before he had to face his moment of doom.

You could just do it, he realized. Pull the lever. Pull it right now.

Byakuya would be pissed, of course, he wanted to be there for the Big Shock, but if it worked, he’d be so happy to have a living, breathing, undead sister that he’d probably overlook Renji jumping the gun. If it didn’t work, Renji would have those four hours to troubleshoot.

The more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded. He honestly wasn’t real sure what kind of mental capabilities, if any, his monster girl was going to have. If she woke up spitting and clawing, he was okay with that, but Byakuya might not take it so well. Yeah, it definitely made good sense to give her a boot up now, so there were no surprises in the morning.

Renji stood up, and strode over to the portable generator he’d rigged up over the weekend. His hand hovered over the switch. He was gonna do it.

No.

In a minute.

He walked back over to the cold tank and plopped down in the chair sitting next to it, where he often sat when he had Serious Thinking to do. She floated serenely an inch under the liquid, her pale skin tinted blue, her hair floating in a cloud around her face. The cold was necessary to keep her organs in stasis, and it’s not like she could feel it, but he felt a little bad about it anyway.

“Hey, there,” he said softly. “It’s me. Renji. We’ve been through a lot, you and me. I’m gonna turn you on, in a minute. I’m not sure how it’s gonna go. I’ve been kind of a screw-up my whole life, but you seem pretty perfect, so may we’ll even each other out.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. “Another guy is gonna come by in the morning. He’s rich and powerful and has, like 17 cars. He’s gonna be your brother, and if you can be a convincing enough person, he’s gonna treat you like his sister and you’ll be set for life. But I want you to know that even if you’re a failure, even if you try to eat my face or something, that I always liked you. Hopefully, I’ll still get to see you a lot. But if not… I just wanted to let you know that I’m only giving you up ‘cause I gotta, not ‘cause I want to.” He breathed out through his nose. “Kuchiki’s probably gonna give you some flowery princess name. He’s never told me. But a while ago, I started thinking of you as ‘Rukia.’ I don’t really know where it came from. I think it means ‘light.’ So if you don’t like whatever name he gives you, you always got that one to fall back on.” He slapped his knees and stood up. “Enough of this! It’s time for you to get up.”

Once again, Renji stood, gripping the on switch in one sweaty hand. “Here goes nothing,” he declared, and flipped it.

First, there was a hum, which gradually raised in pitch until his ears rang. The needle on the voltage gauge climbed steadily. A few wisps of Renji’s hair began to stand on end. Rukia’s body bucked.

And then, with a loud crack, all the lights went out. Fuck.

Of all the things he had double and triple checked, the power supply to the generator had not been one of them. Renji groaned, and scrolled through his phone, trying to find the damn flashlight app. He only had 6% battery, which meant it was going to last about sixteen seconds. Fortunately, his lab was on an isolated circuit, so hopefully, he hadn’t knocked out power anywhere else in the building.

He had his phone pointed the wrong way when he turned the app on, and it immediately blinded him. “Ah, shit!” he exclaimed.

As he was blinking the stars out of his eyes, he heard a splash and he realized that he might have actually managed to bring Rukia to life before the generator died. He dashed over to the bath frantically. If she tried to get her own oxygen mask off, she might drown. Renji scanned liquid with his flashlight, but it was murky with bubbles. He couldn’t see anything. Had she sunk down to the bottom? He was practically leaning over the tank when he felt a hand on his arm that was so frigid that it burned, even through his lab coat and the shirt beneath it.

Slowly, Renji panned his already-dimming flashlight around, keeping it pointed at the floor, in part, so he didn’t blind her as he had himself, and in part because… well, because…

“Hi,” he said, as a pale face swam into view.

“Hi,” she repeated in the exact same inflection.

She could talk. She had speech, or at least repetition abilities. Renji wanted desperately to take notes, but he was frozen. “How do you feel?” he asked.

Those big, dark blue eyes blinked at him. “Cold,” Rukia replied.

#my writing #renruki #wacky au requests #special thanks to my son who made me read him that octopus scientists book like 6000 times when he was 6 #one of the reasons i'm doing this is to exercise some different writing muscles #and boy was this different from the usual for me!

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threebeanzinatux · 4 years

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My Darling Ayah~ A Royal Parent AU

WARNING: There are mentions of death/a dead body, blood, scars and child birth. If any of the above listed things makes you uncomfortable I kindly suggest that you turn away now. If you choose to read do so at your own discretion. I’m sorry but I won’t be taking responsibility for anyone who ha been triggered by anything written in this piece as I’ve given more than enough warning. Thanks for reading ~ Cookie🍪 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A king hastily marched down the corridors of his castle. He was about to miss something of extreme importance. As the thought weighed on his mind, his pace began to quicken. Quickly shifting from a speed walk, to a light jog. Eventually he broke out into a full sprint, thundering down the castle halls as he searched desperately for the room his wife and their future child were being kept in. His heart began racing at the prospect of arriving too late when suddenly he heard a woman’s scream echo throughout the grand building. The shrill sound was carried down the hallway and like a bucket of cold water dumped on his head, it washed over him. This seemed to revitalise the king and he began running with a new fervour. His heavy boots hit the marble floors with loud thuds, matching the pace of his beating heart. He felt as the sweat began to roll down the smooth skin of his temple but he dared not pause to wipe it, instead continuing to run. His sword clanged loudly at his side as the metal of his boots collided with the scabbard every time he took a step. He’d just returned from battle and had hoped to celebrate the kingdom’s victory with his wife and their citizens. However, his plans were thwarted, for as soon as he entered through the grand doors of his home, dripping with sweat and stained in the blood of his enemies, a servant sidled up to him. The tall and lanky man leaned into the king’s ear to whisper the news to him. The news of his wife’s early labour. It seemed the stress of knowing her husband may not come back home had severely affected her, stressing her and coincidentally sending her into premature labour. The king, wasting no time, thanked the servant for the information before starting off towards the room they’d made prior plans to have the birth in. It was close to the back of the castle, away from listening ears and prying eyes. It was a small, dimly lit room with a single bed and a large table at the foot of the bed. The proximity to the castle’s wrap around moat meant there was an abundance of cool air in the room, meaning the need not worry about the queen overheating. As the king reminisced about this, he found himself in a familiar corridor. There was a second scream, much louder than the first, coming from the room at the end of the passage. The king’s brows raised and a smile found its way onto his bearded face, crinkling the corners of his almond shaped eyes and scrunching his slim nose. This was how his wife saw him in her final hours. For as soon as the king burst through the door of the delivery room and made his way over to his wife, she gazed up at him with glossy eyes and a sweet smile. As if she knew what was soon to occur. “Sirius…” The queen’s soft voice called out to the king, flowing along the curve of her slender arms as she reached up to cup his cheeks. Her eyes roved his face lovingly, her fingers stroking the grooves and wrinkles that rested there from aging. Her thumb traced over his lips and the scar that ran through his brow, over his right eye and down to his right cheek. The same scar he’d received in a previous battle that ended up partially blinding him. The king’s hands came up to rest gently atop his queen’s, the smile that illuminated his still handsome face never once faltering. This urged the queen to give him another smile of her own. A melancholy smile that spoke of unforeseen horror. The king, in a daze of happiness, mistook this as a smile of reassurance and simply closed his eyes and leaned into his lover’s touch. The sweet moment was broken when the queen suddenly furrowed her brows, grey eyes narrowing in pain. The lines adorning her forehead spoke volumes of her struggle, causing the king to grasp her hands tighter in his. The queen lowered her gaze to the blonde haired midwife at the foot of the bed and bit her lip, preparing herself to bring their baby into the world. The birth was short, with less screaming than before it began. It seemed the contractions were worse than the actual birthing process in this case. As the queen gave one final push, she squeezed the king’s hands tightly, prompting him to lean closer to her and place gentle, loving kisses atop her head. At the end of her struggle, the queen exhaled heavily and a loud wail filled the room. Though the royals thought it impossible, the king’s smile widened even further, his thick brows raising higher and almost disappearing into his hairline. The king released a gusty laugh and turned to look at his queen who seemed to be growing paler by the minute. Overcome with joy, the king failed to notice her grip on his large hands loosening. He released her hands and in three large strides, stood next to the midwife and her two helpers who were in the process of cleaning the child. ‘Oh?’ The king thought. ‘A girl?’

Images of what his daughter would look like as she aged flooded his mind, making his chest swell with pride. He chuckled loudly and swept a hand through his chocolate brown locks at the thought. The queen, on what was to be her deathbed, smiled as she watched him fawn over their child. She was certain he would do well in raising the little girl. Knowing she hadn’t much time left, the queen pushed herself up into a sitting position and called out to her king.

“Sirius, I want to see…” She called. Her soft voice, like a soothing melody, reached the king’s ears causing him to turn and smile at her before nodding swiftly. He washed his hands free of the blood and sweat that remained before carefully taking the still crying baby from the midwife’s arms. He cradled the small child, amazed at the difference in size between his hand and her head. She was so tiny, after all, she was born two months early. The king brushed a bruised knuckle over the baby’s ruddy cheek, shushing her softly and gently bouncing her. This seemed to work as the baby’s cries got quieter. The king smiled and walked back towards his queen, gazing at her with love and apparent pride shining in his stormy blue eye. The queen smiled again, the corners of her eyes crinkling similarly to that of her husband and she lifted her arms to receive the child. Gently, she adjusted the baby so that her head rested on her bosom and she sighed.

‘You’re here.’

She thought as her vision began to fade. ‘You’re finally here…’

She bowed her head and placed a kiss on the little girl’s cheek, causing the baby to open her eyes and look up at her joyful parents. The queen gasped and her eyes filled with tears as she gazed into the baby’s beautiful grey eyes. Identical to her own. The queen laughed, a sweet tinkling laugh that made all others in the little room smile brightly as they watched their royal family.

Alas, good things can only last for so long.

As the queen’s laughter died down, she leaned back against the cushions to meet her husband’s loving gaze with one of her own and she sighed her final words.

“Thank...you...Sirius~” Her voice trailed off as her grey eyes dimmed and her arms slacked. The king’s smile wavered as he leaned closer to her, wondering if she had perhaps fallen ill. As he leaned closer, he noticed that her smile seemed frozen and her eyes were only half open and unblinking. His heart, which hadn’t stopped pounding, seemed to skip a beat once he recognised the signs.

‘She was gone? No...She couldn’t be.’ He frowned and his brows drew closer together.

‘She has to be here to watch our child flourish....She promised she would.’

The king reached out a trembling hand to his queen. Anxiously, he touched her cheek. It was still warm and that gave him a small flicker of hope. He gently gripped her shoulder and shook it, only serving to further loosen the queen’s grip on the child. The baby, startled by the sudden movement, let out a loud wail. As if it were a siren, the king’s eyes widened abruptly in realisation. He grabbed both of the queen’s shoulders and shook her, desperately attempting to wake her. “IRIDESSA!” His deep voice filled the room, plunging it into a frenzy of motion. The baby screamed and began kicking, while the king shook his wife’ body, unaware that his child was dangerously close to following in its mother’s footsteps. The midwife noticed this and immediately ran to catch the child, cradling it against her chest before running out of the room with her helpers to go and fetch the doctor and mortician. The king remained in the room, but at this point he’d stopped shaking the queen and was now crying. At some point he’d gotten on the bed and straddled her, trying his hardest to get a response from what he knew but could not bring himself to believe was his dead lover.

“Iridessa please! Answer me!” He yelled, his eyes wide and fearful as he waited to no avail for a response. The king hunched over and buried his face in the crook of the corpse’s neck as the sobs racked his body and the tears blinded his left eye. Wrapping his arms around her, he adjusted himself so he was cradling her body in his lap, uncaring of the blood staining her white maternity gown. He held her close and stayed like that, crying and begging her to come back to him. He pressed his forehead against her own, staring into her vacant, unseeing eyes with a deep sadness he’d never previously experienced and tried again.

“Please my love...come back to me…” Still, no response. Of course, the king hadn’t expected to receive one, yet the deafening silence seemed to hurt worse than it had before.

He shut his eyes again, and hugged her closer, savouring the remaining warmth in her body and continued to cry. He cried and cried until the midwife returned with the baby, doctor and a mortician in tow, only releasing her to allow the doctor to examine the body. He lay her down gently, passing his hand over her face once to properly close her eyes and put her to rest. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, he smiled down at her and swept her long black hair out of her face for the last time. Silently, the king washed his hands in the basin of water at the back of the room which had long since gone cold and walked over to the midwife. He stopped before her and wordlessly plucked his child out of the woman’s arms.

The midwife watched him as he walked away with the infant, too shocked to say anything. She briefly caught his eye and winced at the pain swirling in its depths before bowing her head and turning away. The king exited the room, shutting the door quietly so as not to disturb his sleeping beloved. Leaning against the wall by the door, he cradled the child in one arm and reached down to unbuckle the sword strapped to his waist. It clattered to the floor loudly and soon his body followed as he slid down the wall. He sat on the floor and raised his legs to prop the infant up on his thighs. Placing his arms on both sides of his legs to prevent her from rolling, he smiled at the baby’s sleeping face. He allowed his eyes to roam her face, noting that the child seemed to take after her mother in features more so than she did her father. The tears began welling up again, but this time they didn’t fall. He lifted a hand to gently caress his daughter’s cheek and whispered.

“You are very small and very powerful, though you do not yet know it, but you could loose a single cry, my little one, and I’d burn down empires to dry your tears.”

The king’s smile widened slightly as he, for the first time, uttered the new princess’ name.

“My darling Ayah”

On that day, the king made a vow, a vow that he would uphold ‘til his last breath had left his body.

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Credit to @theprofessionalpromptmaker for this wonderful writing prompt.

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camiddletonxox · 4 years

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So Much Despair

Open Heart Gang fic (featuring Naveen and My mc Charity Middleton)

Rating - Teen (mentions of death and sadness and it’s so darn angsty and sad, hence the title

Triggers/Warning - Mention of death and sadness

Note - Not going to lie, I’m so proud of this!

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OH Tags - @ramseysno1rookie @aylamwrites

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Prompt - Day 3 @choicesseptemberchallenge20 Despair

Summary - After a hard conversation with a patient, Charity wonders if she is strong enough for this job. Can Naveen persuade her?

Word Count - 956

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Charity

I sat in the office at work, my eyes filled with tears, why is there so much despair in the world? Why do parents get told they are expecting and then they get the awful news that they have a child that could have serious health conditions, sometimes life-limiting. I know it’s my job to deliver news like that, as a doctor, but it doesn’t make it any easier, if anything it makes it even worse. I hate how much pain and sadness there is in the world.

“Charity?” A soft voice asks and I look up to where Naveen is. His eyebrows are furrowed, he walked into the office, he sat down next to me, his eyes filled with concern and care. I look away, as I bite my lip, the face of my last patient when I delivered the bad news was awful. It was soul-crushing. It was like I had just ruined her life. I just did. I just told her child was going to be born with a life limiting condition

“Im sorry, it’s been a awful day so far” I whisper, closing my eyes, trying to calm myself down and he squeezed my hand, as little sobs escape me.

“You delivered some bad news, huh?” He asks and I nod, wiping my eyes, and I look down at my bracelet Ethan got me for my birthday.

“Yeah, a young woman who has had several miscarriages, she is going to have a baby with serious, potentially life-limiting health conditions, and the way she looked at me” I pause, as tears stream down my face and Naveen watches me. The eyes he gives me are the eyes a father would give a daughter when they are having a tough time. I take a super deep breath. “She looked at me with pure heartbreak, some hatred, it was like I just ruined her life”

Naveen listened to what I had to say and he nodded. He squeezed my hand. “Charity, this job is the hardest job in the world, and sometimes it’s the most emotionally distressing job” He spoke softly and I look up at him. He gave me a sad smile as he continued. “That’s why so many doctors quit, so many people realise medicine isn’t for them because there is so much trauma and despair in the world. In the profession. But you, Dr Middleton, you are strong, you may get emotional and sad, but that’s because you care, you’re a phenomenal doctor. Ethan sees it, Harper does, some of the best doctors in Boston do, and I do” his words are calm and reassuring. His compliment doesn’t make me feel better though. My heart flutters at my soon to be husbands name.

“After I lost my best friend in high school, all I saw ever was the sadness and despair that is in the world. When my dad had his accident and I almost lost him, I saw this world full of sadness without him. When my grandma died” I hiccup as I talk, Naveen rubs my back soothingly. “When I almost lost my licence, when I saw the despair on Ethan’s face at thought he let you down” I close my eyes, sobs uncontrollably escaping me now.

“I know, Charity” he whispers and I look at him, my words getting stuck in my throat. The stress of the past few days, with the amount of children losing their lives or being so unwell and the countless amount of times I’ve had to deliver to parents and expectant ones.

“Why is this world so full of despair?” I wail and Naveen wraps me into a hug, my face rests in his shoulder. He hugs me tight, in the way a father would hug his child. A hug that is full of comfort and reassurance.

“I don’t know Charity, but I know you are the strongest young woman I have ever met in my life, you dealt with a tribunal and saved my life, all in your first year of being a doctor. No matter how much despair and rubbish is thrown your way, you always seem to have life sussed out, or if you don’t, you have such a amazing way of hiding it” he speaks and I just hug him.

“I feel like some other doctors here may think I’m not emotionally strong enough for paeds and obstertrics” I whisper and Naveen frowns at me. He shakes his head.

“Well I wouldn’t worry about what they think. You are a amazing doctor, don’t ever let anyone tell you any different” he utters softly. I give myself a moment to stop crying and compose myself.

“I’m sorry for breaking down” I whisper.

“Don’t be, its why I’m here, if you ever need to talk” he assures me and I look at him, trying to smile.

“Did Ethan ever have a crisis like mine” I laugh half-heartedly and he looks at me.

“Ethan is human, Charity, He wasn’t as sensitive if anything but he did have days where he had a hard time. But Ethan doesn’t like to show it, he likes to talk to Jenner about it” he shrugs at me and I laugh. I can imagine that.

“Thank you for being a shoulder to cry on” I nod gratefully at Naveen and he smiles.

“Of course, if you need me to be a shoulder to cry on again, you know where to find me” he assures me. My earlier sadness and despair has sort of gone but I can feel it in my heart but a Naveen hug makes things better. And a chat. It makes the despair and sadness just that little bit more bearable.

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marvelislove10 · 4 years

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Promiscuous

In which Aaron falls in love, Amelia plays ball, and the Tveits get drunk.

Y’all. After about 15 million years on this website I finally discovered how to do “read more” haha. So enjoy a tumblr post version of the next fic! (Although I’ll also post the AO3 link like usual). P.s. totally retconned myself but I could care less. Enjoy!

It was an honest accident.

After being a bit too cavalier with protection once Aaron had received a clean bill of health from the doctors, they endeavored to be more responsible. Things had been going really well. Amelia’s period arrived like clockwork for months.

Until one month before the reopening of Moulin Rouge, it didn’t.

She blamed Tam. He and his wife had taken to inviting Aaron and Amelia over for drinks. One night, one thing lead to another and she and Aaron had wound tangled up together in their bed.

And against their front door.

And on their couch.

Even though they both had been thoroughly intoxicated, she had some pretty vivid memories from that night. The thought of it alone made her toes curl. But two weeks later, her period never came.

Mary had brought them the pregnancy tests and made herself scarce. When they saw the positive sign on the three different tests, she couldn’t deny it any longer. Aaron had actually cried with happiness.

Those were the memories that she tried to remember as she vomited for the second time that morning.

“Babe.”

Aaron knocked softly against the bathroom door.

“Yeah?”

“We gotta go.”

“Ok. Shit. Hold on.”

Aaron gathered her coat and her purse as she cleaned herself up.

“Alright, let’s go.”

She put on her coat and threw her purse over her shoulder. He handed her a coffee mug full of ginger ale.

“Oh bless you.” She said gratefully.

“Least I can do for the mother of my child.”

She smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss her.

On their way to the theater, Amelia had a million thoughts going through her mind. But it wasn’t until they reached the front door that she froze.

“It’ll be ok Ames. They’re all going to be over the moon.”

“I know. It’s just going to make it feel real now that we’re going to tell more people than just our parents.”

He kissed her temple.

“I get it but we’re in this together.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She kissed him deeply as heat pooled in her lower body.

“Amelia.” He cautioned, not wanting to upset her.

“I know, I know. Sorry. My hormones are all over the place.”

“Later. I promise. They’ll be mad if we’re late on the first day back.”

She nodded reluctantly but smiled when he pecked her lips. They walked through the halls as they made their way to the auditorium for the meeting with the entire Moulin Rouge team.

“Shit.” Amelia swore.

Aaron stopped cold.

“What?! What’s wrong??”

“Oh sorry Aar. I just realized something.”

She rubbed her chest.

“What?”

“Costuming is going to kill me.”

Aaron laughed.

“Why?”

“Well aside from the impending baby bump that we’re somehow going to have to hide even though I’m always wearing lingerie, my boobs are already huge.”

He laughed again.

“Are they really?”

He made no attempt to hide his gaze as he surveyed her chest. She hit him but he just grabbed her forearm so he could pull her closer for a kiss.

“I thought you said later.” She muttered against his lips.

He harrumphed in discontent.

“Don’t remind me.”

She giggled.

“Aaron! Amelia! Welcome back! Are you coming?”

Aaron pecked the crown of her head.

“Yeah we’re coming.”

They entered the packed auditorium and were greeted loudly by the cast and the rest of the team.

Amelia kissed Aaron’s cheek as she took her seat in the second row while he, understandably, sat in the front.

The meeting was long. They had a lot to catch up on, of course. Amelia, thankfully, only had to get up once to be sick. She thought that hadn’t distracted anyone but when she broke out the somewhat illicit saltines that definitely drew attention to her.

“Does anyone have any questions?” Alex asked.

Aaron subtly turned his head towards her and she shook her head. She wanted to let everyone ask their relevant questions before she would inevitably blow up the meeting with their announcement.

“Anyone else?”

Amelia took a deep breath and raised her hand.

“Yes, Amelia?”

Aaron turned his head so fast that she was afraid he was going to hurt himself. She just smiled at him nervously and he smiled warmly back.

“I just have an announcement to make.”

Everyone was staring at her and for a split second she was terrified.

“I uh I’m pregnant. And Aaron’s well he’s the father.” She said nervously.

The initial silence was deafening. She looked at Aaron in alarm fleetingly.

But she had no reason to be nervous as everyone lost their minds with excitement. Before she knew it both she and Aaron were being swallowed by their castmates and the crew.

However, it was Karen who made her laugh hardest. She flicked her in the shoulder after hugging Amelia for a solid five minutes.

“Ow! What was that for?” She yelled rubbing her smarting arm.

“Of course Aaron’s the father, you weirdo!”

Amelia died laughing at that.

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Amelia was so excited to do this concert series with Aaron. It had been a long time coming. They had talked about it for years but now it had finally come to fruition.

And they were sure as hell going to have fun with it, if the first song was any indication.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! It is my pleasure to introduce Amelia and Aaron Tveit.”

Amelia followed Aaron out onto the stage, admiring his ass in his tight jeans.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming tonight. We’ve got a great set for you.” Aaron said, waving hello to the crowd.

Aaron tossed Amelia her microphone and she caught it gracefully.

“This song is 100% unorthodox but it’s after dark and I think we all deserve to have a little fun. That’s what music’s all about anyway right?”

The crowd cheered and Amelia walked over to Aaron. She pressed her back firmly against Aaron’s front. He wrapped his free hand around her hips while the other held his mic.

“Am I throwing you off?” She asked.

“Nope.”

She smirked at him.

“Didn’t think so.”

“How you doin’ young lady? That feeling that you giving really drives me crazy. You don’t have a play about the joke. I was at a loss for words first time that we spoke.”

Amelia not so subtly ground her body against his as she moved to the strong beat of the song.

“You lookin for a girl that’ll treat you right? You lookin for her in the daytime with the light?”

Aaron’s hand left her hip and drifted across her body seductively, making her shiver.

“You might be the type if I play my cards right. I’ll find out by the end of the night.”

She spun out of Aaron’s hold, grinning widely at him. This was fun.

“You expect me to just let you hit it?” She pointed to him as she sang, a faux offended look on her face.

“But will you still respect me if you get it?”

Aaron snagged her free left hand as he teased with the next few lines.

“All I can do is try, gimme one chance. What’s the problem?”

He partially leaned down toward her as he sang the next line.

“I don’t see no ring on your hand.”

She couldn’t help but laugh when he leaned down and kissed the rings that adorned her finger.

“I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.”

She separated herself from him after he had kissed her and danced off to the side on her own for a moment while he sang before turning back to Aaron.

“You wanna get in my world, get lost in it?” She asked, cocking her head.

“Boy, I’m tired of runnin’, let’s walk for a minute.”

She crooked her finger, beckoning him to her. He crossed the stage in a few strides which allowed them to sing together.

“Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I’m all alone, and it’s you that I want.”

“Promiscuous boy, you already know. That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?”

Aaron stepped up to her as he sang the next line.

“Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me.”

He dragged his pointer finger from her temple and down her cheek, his eyes darkening as he did so. He took hold of her chin in his hand as he sang his last line.

“You know what I want, and I got what you need.”

“Promiscuous boy, let’s get to the point. Cause we’re on a roll, you ready?”

She spun away from Aaron to face the crowd as they kept singing the song. Aaron was a decent dancer but Amelia was better so periodically throughout the song she found herself dancing alone much to Aaron’s amusement.

It was certainly a bit of a dirty song to open with but they found they didn’t really care. They just enjoyed flirting and performing with each other. It was fun to tease each other and the audience.

They neared the end of the song and found themselves in much the same position that they had started in.

Aaron held a hand out to her as he sang which she took.

“Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I’m all alone, and it’s you that I want.”

Aaron reeled her in slowly as she sang back, a lewd look on his face as he did so.

“Promiscuous boy, I’m callin’ ya name. But you’re drivin me crazy the way you’re makin’ me wait.

“Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.”

“Promiscuous boy, you’re one and the same. So we don’t gotta play games no more.”

Amelia sang the outro with her bottom firmly pressed against Aaron’s front. He had to keep his eyes firmly trained on the crowd instead of looking straight down his wife’s top.

He knew she could tell that he was struggling because she was looking up at him coquettishly through her eye lashes. He wanted to kiss the look right off her face.

Aaron cleared his throat noticeably.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to our show.”

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Amelia was tucked firmly into Aaron’s side, his arm slung over her shoulder as she chatted with Karen, who was sitting in a chair beside her, at the loud bar.

They had all taken a much needed night off and went to the bar after the show to blow off some steam. Amelia was only a few drinks away from feeling the need to dance which would inevitably involve dragging a reluctant Aaron with her. Granted she knew most of his reluctance was just for show, she just loved to tease him for being a stick in the mud. Really, he was the life of the party just as much as she was.

Every so often he would twist his fingers into the bottom of her braid and pull. The subtle PDA made her warm from head to toe. In response, she would snuggle her body closer into his side.

Amelia continued to chat with Karen as Aaron finished his beer.

“Oh.” He winced.

She turned to him in concern.

“Babe?”

“I’m fine. I just really need the bathroom now.”

She pouted at the thought of having to move from beneath his hold but slide out of the booth anyway.

“Well since I’m up, anyone want another drink?”

The assembled cast all but screamed at her.

“Oh my God. One at a time.”

“Shots!” Danny yelled.

“Shots?”

All of the yelling seemed to be in agreement with the suggestion.

“Ok. Two rounds?”

Everyone yelled at her again.

“Oh my God. Stop screaming! Y’all are impossible.” She said, clearly teasing.

Karen just shoved her away and toward the direction of the bar. Amelia worked her way through the crowd and finally made it to the front.

“Hey, can I order two rounds of shots for the big group in the corner.”

The bartender acknowledged her request, taking down how many shots they would need and asking what type of alcohol they wanted.

“Ok you’re all set.”

“Cool. You can put it on the Tveit tab.”

“Aaron?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok we’ll bring them over to you all.”

“Thanks!”

Amelia made her way back to their group and found that somehow the bar was more packed than when she had left.

She was finally able to see over the throng of people and spotted her castmates. She was a tiny person so that was no mean feat. She was only a few steps away when suddenly someone grabbed her ass.

She spun around expecting to see Aaron and was deeply alarmed when a stranger was staring lewdly at her.

“Hey! What the hell was that?” She yelled indignantly.

“Just trying to get your attention sexy.”

Amelia’s skin crawled at the comment.

“By grabbing my ass?”

She heard her castmates quiet behind her as she continued to raise her voice.

The guy tried to snag Amelia around the waist and she took several steps back.

“She’s married arsehole.” Tam yelled.

She looked over to see the entire cast watching the situation with concern.

“What was that?”

“He said, I’m married asshole.” She said, irritated.

She shouldn’t have bothered but she held out her left hand anyway, brandishing her engagement and wedding rings in the man’s face.

“Well I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Dude. Seriously. Take a fucking hint.”

“Excuse me?” The man said.

She could see the anger crossing his face.

“I said take the fucking hint. I’m not interested.”

“Amelia?”

She had never been so happy to hear Aaron’s voice in her life. She may be a fairly independent person but that didn’t change the fact that this asshole was at least 10 inches taller than her.

“Hey Babe.” She said, trying to maintain a calm tone.

Aaron not so subtly stepped in front of her, separating her from the jerk. Amelia rolled her eyes as the guy puffed up his chest. He wasn’t even cute.

“Can I help you?” Aaron asked with an eyebrow raised.

“We were just talking man.”

Aaron didn’t hide his skepticism well. She slipped a hand into Aaron’s and tugged against him gently.

“Aar. C’mon.”

He turned around slowly and faced their assembled group. He grabbed her hand tighter and pulled her towards their table.

“Have a good night asshole.” She said as she flipped him off.

“You don’t talk to me that way, bitch.”

Amelia should have calmed down and thought this through. But she didn’t. She just reacted.

“Excuse me?” She yelled, deeply offended.

She didn’t even see the punch coming. One second it was ok and the next her head was snapping back with the force of the blow.

Chaos erupted around her as she stumbled and then tripped towards the ground. Aaron sprung on the jerk, wasting no time in throwing a punch back to defend his wife.

“Aaron! No. Don’t!” She yelled.

She tried to stand to keep Aaron from beating the shit out of the guy but swayed.

“Woah.”

“Hey, hey. We got you.”

Karen flocked to Amelia’s side and pulled her away from the scrum. Tam and Ricky meanwhile were flying in as she saw Aaron throwing punches at the guy.

“Wait-Aaron. He can’t get arrested.”

“Tam’s got it. He’ll be fine.”

Karen and Holly hustled Amelia out of the bar.

“It fucking hurts Karen.” Amelia said close to tears.

“I know babe.”

Karen was inspecting the blow to Amelia’s head while Holly held up her phone flashlight.

“I want my husband.” She whimpered.

Now fully removed from the situation, Amelia was just miserable, in pain and a bit drunk.

“I’m going! I’m going! Dude, Tam! Stop shoving.”

The women looked over to see Tam and Ricky pushing Aaron bodily out of the bar.

“Where the hell is my wife?”

“Aaron!” She yelled.

Their eyes connected and he hurried over to her side. Karen and Holly wisely got out of his way.

“Let me see. Are you bleeding?”

“No.”

Aaron didn’t look great himself. His lip was split, there was a decent bruise on his cheek and his dominant hand was all bloodied.

He analyzed her quickly, turning her head gently back and forth to assess the damage.

“Oh my baby.” He said softly.

She whimpered as he took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I should have done more to protect you.”

“I shouldn’t have provoked him.”

Aaron buried his face in her hair.

“Don’t you dare, Amelia Tveit. He had no right to hit a woman and you know that.”

“I should have punched him the second he grabbed my ass.”

Aaron gave a short chuckle at that.

“Can we go home?” She whispered.

“Yeah baby. Of course we can.”

Aaron pushed back and kissed her lightly. With his split lip even that was difficult though.

“Car’s on its way.” Ricky said, answering their unspoken question.

“What about-“

“Tam’s closing your tab and we dealt with security. We’re not going to have to deal with the cops or anything unless the jackass presses charges.”

Amelia shuddered at the thought.

“I did try to stop you, you know. Alex is gonna kill us.” She said.

“Alex can deal with it. I was never going to let you fend for yourself like that.”

She smiled up at him gratefully and placed a gently kiss on the edge of his jaw.

“I love you Aaron Tveit. You’re amazing.”

“I love you too Ames. Always will.”

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Amelia rolled out of bed reluctantly, pulling her tangled hair out of her face. She had a slight, nagging headache when she woke up. One of the many pleasures of pregnancy.

She walked into the bathroom to find Aaron already in there, hair still wet and with a towel around his waist.

“Morning.” She said, her voice hoarse.

“Good morning beautiful.”

He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him.

“I’ve got morning breathe.”

“You really think I care?” He asked, smiling at her.

He leaned back in and kissed her deeply. For a split second, she felt a spike in desire. It was a welcome feeling as her libido had been woefully small with all the morning sickness. But unfortunately, the desire gave way to dizziness and she had to pull away.

“Sorry got a bit dizzy.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Don’t apologize. How’d you two sleep?”

“Pretty well. It should help me get through tonight.”

He made a noise of understanding.

She turned away to turn on the shower and faced him again.

“You know we could have showered together and saved some water.”

He smiled at her again and ran a hand through her hair.

“You needed the sleep. Plus I didn’t want to be tempted.”

Amelia frowned at the last part. Their sex life has definitely suffered in the last few weeks. She felt bad about it.

“I’m-“

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, ok? We can have sex again whenever you’re comfortable with it.”

She continued to frown.

“Stop frowning.” He said.

He reached for her and pushed her lips into a smile making her giggle.

“There’s my girl.” He said, softly.

“You know maybe now that the morning sickness is going away we can consider alternatives for you.”

“For me? What do you mean?”

“I might not be ready for sex yet but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you out.”

His eyes flashed at her suggestion and she smirked at him.

“God I love you.”

She winked at him before pulling her ratty old college top over her head and kicking off her shorts. He pointedly looked away making her laugh again. But she got in the shower anyway instead of teasing him further.

15 minutes later she was hopping out of the shower. She squeezed the water out of her dripping hair and Aaron, who was still in the bathroom but wearing a pair of boxers now, gave her a quick glance.

“Woah, Ames!”

“What?” She said.

“Is that a bump?”

She looked down quickly at her stomach. It did look a bit round.

He scooted out of her way as she hurried over to the mirror. She looked at her naked body straight on and she did look different. Her boobs were definitely bigger.

She turned to the side and Aaron, who was standing behind her shoulder, shuffled out of the way.

There it was. It wasn’t large but that was definitely a baby bump.

“Oh my God.” She said softly.

She ran a hand over it, marveling at the new development. She looked behind her to see Aaron nervously surveying her.

“Oh get over here.”

He came over and pressed himself against her back.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

He did so and she placed her hands on top of his. She slid them slowly over the bump so that he could feel it.

“That’s our baby.” He whispered softly.

“Mmhhmm.” She said, tearing up.

“Don’t cry Ames.”

“I know. It’s just the hormones.”

He let go and moved so that he was in front of her. He crouched down and cupped her bump with both hands. He leaned forward and kissed her clean skin.

She brushed back some of his hair as he rested his cheek against the little bump.

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From Aaron ❤️: Come back to set

To Aaron ❤️: What? Why?

From Aaron ❤️: The guys want to meet you.

She groaned. In any other circumstance she would be more than happy to meet Aaron’s castmates. But she had just blown her boyfriend and was feeling deeply unsatiated.

To Aaron ❤️: Aaron

From Aaron ❤️: I know babe. But if you don’t come sometime soon they’re going to ask why and I’d rather not have to explain.

She groaned again. They were probably going to be suspicious based on the state of her jeans anyway.

To Aaron ❤️: Fine. Coming.

She left Aaron’s trailer and made her way to set. It was clear that they were done for the day. But boys being boys, they were screwing around now that work was over.

“Amelia!” Chase greeted cheerfully.

Aaron looked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s name and his whole face lit up. God she was beautiful.

“Hey everyone.”

Aaron jogged over to her and took her hand.

“I’m sorry. How do you feel?”

“Sexually frustrated.” She said with brutal honesty.

He at least managed to look sheepish at her words.

“Sorry.” He said again.

“You can make up for it later. Now introduce me to these boys.”

He kissed her temple and managed to wrangle his castmates long enough to introduce them to Amelia.

“Ms. Hillux, you are gorgeous. You can do so much better than this guy.” Tyler said in jest.

They all laughed, even Aaron, although he did flip Tyler off. Before Aaron knew it, they had welcomed her with open arms. And it was quite amusing to see her playing catch in her jeans and crop top with Chase.

Aaron watched them from the other side of the fence while he answered some of Elin’s nagging messages.

He heard, thanks to the cleats, more than saw Joe saddled up beside him.

“Hey man.” Aaron greeted, stashing his phone into his back pocket.

“Hey.”

They both watched Amelia as she laughed after she failed to catch Chase’s toss for the second time in a row.

“So you buy a ring yet?”

Aaron’s head snapped in Joe’s direction so fast that he thought it would hurt.

“Dude!”

The look on Joe’s face told Aaron that it was a serious question.

“You guys have been together for what? Four years?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t considered buying a ring?”

Aaron cautiously looked towards Amelia before looking back at Joe.

“You wanna see it?”

Joe’s eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

Aaron smiled slightly and slid over to Joe, flipping through the photos on his phone. He held out his phone to Joe and he stared at the ring.

“It’s vintage. She loves history so I knew it would be perfect.”

“It’s beautiful. Aren’t you worried she’s going to see the photo?”

Aaron smirked.

“The text chain between me and my brother will be the last place she’ll look.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah I thought so too.”

“Congrats man.” Joe said, slapping Aaron on the back.

Aaron shook his head good naturedly.

“I haven’t asked her yet.”

“She’ll say yes and you know it.”

They looked up as the noise from the ballpark set had grown significantly.

“Throw the fucking ball Chase Crawford!” She yelled.

Aaron chuckled when he noticed Amelia was brandishing a bat.

“Oh my God.” Aaron said under his breathe.

Aaron opened the fence gate and walked onto the dirt.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked.

She grinned brightly at him.

“I’m batting.”

“In jeans and a crop top?”

He could see her tongue peeking out from between teeth and he knew she was teasing him.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I played softball!”

“When?”

“When I was 12 I think.”

They all laughed. Aaron walked up to her, wedging himself firmly against her backside.

“I know what you’re up to.” He said quietly.

“I won’t lie. I want you to put your hands all over me in front of all of your friends.”

Aaron just let out a groan into her ear.

“Alright. Spread your legs.” He said softly.

She giggled.

“Not like that.” He said, shaking his head at her.

He straightened her hips and then wrapped his arms around hers to place her hands correctly on the bat.

“This is such a cliché you know that right?” She asked.

“I’m aware but maybe it’ll help alleviate a tiny bit of your frustration.”

She turned her head and saw the teasing look on his face.

“Oh you so owe me.”

“Throw the ball Crawford!” Aaron yelled.

“Are you two done flirting?” Chase yelled back.

“Just throw the damn ball.” She yelled back.

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“Good morning Karen!” Amelia said, greeting her fellow castmate.

“Morning Ames! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you too!”

Amelia continued to make her way to costuming. She had ripped part of her corset dancing in the show a few days ago so they had to fit her for a new one.

“Good morning y’all!” She greeted the costuming team.

“Good morning Amelia. Let’s get this show on the road so you’re not late for lift call.”

She nodded and pulled her ‘Merry fuckin’ Christmas’ sweater over her head. They fitted and adjusted her new corset as fast as anyone could fit a genuine French corset.

“Alright Amelia. Sorry just suck in one more time.”

She swallowed her breathe and just prayed for it to be over.

“All done.”

“Thank God.” She said, releasing her breath.

She dressed quickly and ran to rehearsal. She was already a few minutes late. She crossed from backstage and into the wings. It was distant but she could hear her husband’s voice.

So he had managed to get to rehearsal on time. She had tried to engage him in a quickie before she had left for work this morning but he was dead to the world.

“Oh look who decided to show up to rehearsal.” Robyn teased.

“I had to get my new corset fitted ok?”

There was a collective groan from all of the corset wearing cast members as that fitting was not pleasant whatsoever.

“Has it been a good morning at least?” Robyn asked as they began to stretch.

Amelia shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad. I just er had an itch that needed scratching this morning and couldn’t convince Christian the Composer over there to wake up from the dead.”

Robyn laughed.

“Getting your payback will be easy. All you have to do is go over there and stretch in your shorts and he’ll be all hot under the collar.”

“Guess that’ll just have to do.”

She got up and walked towards her husband, who had yet to see her, as Robyn shook her head. She stood on Aaron’s right side, facing out toward the empty theater.

“Morning Ames.” Hank, her dance partner, greeted.

“Morning!”

She continued her stretches, her ass very clearly facing in Aaron’s direction, when she felt a pair of eyes on her.

She stood up and cracked her back before turning to Aaron. She was about to say something snarky but his outfit stopped her cold.

“What on earth are you wearing?”

He was wearing a red sweater that very clear said “You done messed up A-A-ron.”

He laughed, his Santa hat bobbing as he did so.

“Good morning to you too Amelia.”

“You are such a goof. Who gave you that?”

Aaron’s face broke out into a grin.

“My brother.”

“Oh my God.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her stretches. But then suddenly a pair of arms snagged her around the waist and she was being lifted off the ground.

“Aaron! Put me down!”

He finally did so but only after they were face to face.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh bullshit.” He swore.

She grinned and snagged his hat off his head, placing it on her own instead.

“I’m sorry about this morning. Obviously, I wasn’t exactly coherent because under normal circumstances I would never have ignored your proposition. Now can I please have my hat back?” He asked.

“Hmmmm. Apology accepted but no. I think it looks good on me.”

“It does as do those shorts.” He said, eyeing her long legs in her heels.

His words caused her to shiver and not from the cold.

“Can you just kiss me already?” She asked.

“Anything for you Mrs. Tveit.”

He finally wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. She couldn’t resist the urge to curve her body into his and deepen the kiss. They broke apart for a moment and she could barely breathe.

She tangled her hands in his sweater, holding him to her.

“Is it ever going to stop?” She asked, their lips millimeters apart.

“What?”

“The burning for you?”

She looked up at him from under her lashes and he had never wanted her more.

“I should hope not. I think that wouldn’t bode well for us if it did.” He said, a slight smile on his face.

She giggled lightly and stretched up to kiss him again. Maybe, he thought, they could sneak away and he could make it up to her for being a zombie this morning. Hopefully nobody would notice.

“Aaron! Amelia! Can you guys cool it with the foreplay? We have a rehearsal to get to.”

“Busted.” Amelia whispered, still giggling.

Aaron leaned down to kiss her again but with less heat this time. She reluctantly disentangled herself from him but made sure to take his hand.

“I do like the sweater you know. It’s perfect for you.”

He rolled his eyes at her.

“Glad to have your seal of approval.”

“No seriously. I love that sketch.”

He shook his head at her.

“I mean it. It’s funny plus everything looks good on you, Aaron Tveit.”

He leaned down and pecked her lips.

“Now can I have my hat back?” He asked.

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Amelia sat with her feet propped up onto the counter. She rubbed her growing belly as she sat in her director’s chair wearing little more than a sports bra and a pair of new maternity leggings.

Her costume sat on the hanger behind her. It was her second one in two weeks. As her chest and her stomach grew they had to get more creative as to how to dress her in lingerie while trying to hide her pregnancy. This was also her last full week with the show before she went on maternity leave. It was too strenuous on her body with the long hours and extreme amount of exercise.

There was a knock on her dressing room door.

“Hey you.” She greeted.

Her husband smiled at her as he walked into her dressing room.

“Hi back.”

He walked over and lifted her up without a word. He held her bridal style in his arms while he sat back down in her chair. She curled her body into his and burrowed her face into his collar.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he ran a hand up and down her leg.

“Much better. Not as tired and my boobs don’t hurt.”

Aaron laughed.

“It’s not funny. I know you’re happy about my ballooning chest but you’re not the one dealing with it every day.”

“It’s a little funny.” He said, still chuckling.

“I am hungry though.” She said, pointedly ignoring his comment.

“Good thing I came prepared.”

He pulled, seemingly out of nowhere, a package of peanut butter crackers.

“Oh bless you. You’re amazing.”

He kissed the top of her head as she opened the snack. They sat in silence just enjoying each other’s company. Between the show and her developing pregnancy, they rarely had quiet moments like this to themselves.

“Amelia! Oh hey Aar.”

The couple turned towards the door.

“What’s up Karen?” Aaron asked.

The look on Karen’s face did not indicate positive news.

“Oh no. What’s wrong?” Amelia asked.

Amelia extricated herself from Aaron and stole Holly’s empty chair. Karen meanwhile rested against the counter in between their two chairs

“It’s leaked.” Karen said solemnly.

“What has?” Aaron asked.

“Your pregnancy.”

Looks of disbelief and shock crossed both of their faces.

“No. No way. You can just now see the bump. I barely look pregnant.”

“They have pictures.”

“Of what?” Aaron asked angrily.

“Before and after pictures of Amelia in costume.”

“From the show?” Amelia asked, floored.

Karen nodded and handed Amelia her phone. The information was in every Broadway gossip entity possible, that much was clear.

The photos were pretty damning. There was a noticeable difference so long as one was suspicious.

“You can explain it away though.” Amelia said.

“Yeah but between your impending maternity leave and well-“ She cut off.

“What, Karen?” Aaron asked.

Amelia could hear the anger in his voice.

“It’s not just the show photos. They have photos of Aaron feeling your bump.”

Aaron yanked Karen’s phone out of Amelia’s hand and immediately his face darkened.

“Fuck.” He swore.

Amelia leaned over and saw it. Someone had taken a photo of Aaron and Amelia enjoying what had clearly been a private moment. They should have been more careful but Amelia never considered that someone would catch them within the theater’s non-public area.

“Thanks Karen.” Amelia said softly.

She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. The second they were alone, Aaron stood up and kicked the chair he had been sitting in. Amelia just watched it as it skid to the back wall.

“What do we do?” She asked.

“Karen’s right. With you leaving the show next week, it’s going to be obvious.”

She felt close to tears. Damn hormones.

“I didn’t want to go public.” She said, choking on tears.

Aaron crossed the room and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her softly and wiped the tears from her face.

“Fucking hormones.” She said, laughing darkly.

He snorted but then grew serious.

“Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

“We don’t owe anybody anything.”

“No we don’t.”

She sniffled while deep in thought.

“Elin and Mary release a vehement statement about protecting our privacy.”

Aaron nodded.

“I’ll post when I leave the show but I won’t say anything about the pregnancy and then when the baby is born we can release a statement.”

“And if anyone asks me during an interview, I’ll tell them to mind their own damn business.”

She smiled at the venom in his tone. He had always been quite protective of her and now with the baby it was ten-fold.

She sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry babe. I feel like this is my fault.” Aaron said.

“We were naïve to think this wouldn’t happen. I mean we’re big Broadway stars in one of the hottest productions of the year. I know I wasn’t planning to be a hermit obviously and I knew it would become apparent eventually but I thought I’d have at least another month or two.”

He hummed appreciatively.

“Nobody’s gonna fuck with you. Or the baby. I promise you that.”

She leaned forward and kissed him gratefully.

“I trust you. We trust you.”

Aaron smiled softly at her and placed a hand on her belly, rubbing it lovingly. She placed her hand over his and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her again.

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“You sure you guys will be able to make it home ok?”

“We’ll be fine Tam.” Aaron said.

Amelia meanwhile, who was sprawled on the floor, was struggling just to tie her converse sneakers. The look on Tam’s face told Aaron that he was not convinced.

“Mate. You’re both hammered.”

“We’ve got it Tam. We can handle our liquor.” Amelia said from the floor.

She let out a belch which did not inspire confidence in their friend.

“Just-“

He cut off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just promise me that you won’t vomit in your uber.”

Aaron gave Tam a thumbs up and he just shook his head at them. Amelia walked out the Mutu’s front door and immediately stumbled down the hallway toward the elevator.

She didn’t even remember getting into the uber. The next thing she was cognizant of was Aaron’s fingers gliding under the skirt of her dress and up her thigh.

He pushed aside her thong and swallowed her gasp with a kiss as he slid his fingers into her. Ordinarily she would never sanction such actions in public but she was too drunk to care.

Thankfully, they didn’t live that far away from Tam and his wife so they were back in their apartment before she knew it. Within seconds of closing their front door, Aaron had her pinned against it.

“Oh God.” She moaned as her head thumped back against the door.

He ripped her underwear apart with one hand and that alone nearly made her knees buckle. She had been close to the edge when the Uber had pulled up to their place so Aaron wasted no time in finishing her off.

The noises emanating from her own mouth as she came down from her high didn’t even sound like her. Aaron leaned forward and kissed her brusquely. He started to undo his belt but she stopped him.

“Nuh uh. My turn.” She said, her voice hoarse.

She dropped to her knees as she reached up for his half-done belt and khaki shorts. When she freed him from the confines of his boxers, she wasn’t surprised to see that he was fit to burst.

If she knew him, and she did, it wouldn’t take long for him to come. For as long as she could remember his typically remarkable stamina always crumbled whenever she gave him head. It was his Achilles heel.

She couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him come undone above her. He tangled a hand in her hair as he neared the end. She choked at the movement making Aaron growl.

A few seconds later, he broke, letting out a loud groan as he did so. She released him with a pop and he felt her grinning against his thigh.

“Stop smirking.” He mumbled.

“Make me.”

He yanked her up by the shoulders and the sudden movement made the room spin.

Yup. She was drunk.

Now that she was eye level with him again, she realized he was too.

“You’re drunk.” She said, her words slightly slurred.

“So are you.”

They just stared at each other and the sexual tension crackled between them. Then clothes were flying in their haste to completely undress each other. Aaron kicked off his shorts and underwear as Amelia whipped his shirt over his head.

Aaron picked her up, stumbling a bit in his intoxicated state, and held her firmly under her ass. She crossed her ankles against his lower back and kicked off her sneakers, flinging them out of their path to the couch.

Aaron meanwhile loosened one hand and yanked at the zipper of her dress. The cool air hit her bare skin and she could feel the goose bumps ripple. Eventually, they reached their destination. Aaron plopped down with a soft ‘oof’ as Amelia straddled him which allowed her to pull down the straps of her dress.

He moved them so that she was underneath him and yanked her dress off, throwing it behind him. He also wasted no time in relieving her of her bra.

Amelia pushed up and kissed him deeply. She could feel him hardening again and thanked her lucky stars that she could count on one hand the number of times he had ever had whisky dick.

“Ready?”

“Mmmm.” She said.

He snapped his hips and they both groaned at the feeling. Their movements were sloppy but in sync. Amelia felt the familiar coil in her lower stomach as Aaron’s hot mouth trailed down her throat to her chest.

“Fuck.” She swore.

Even in her addled mental state, she found herself appreciating how good he was at sex.

“Come on Baby Girl.” He goaded.

She was right on the edge when she felt his lips at her ear.

“Come for me.”

With a loud cry, she felt herself explode. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was cognizant of Aaron coming too but she had lost her ability to think.

Aaron collapsed on top of her, burying his face into the crook her neck. She felt a sharp pang in her bladder and knew immediately that she needed the bathroom.

“Aaron. Move.”

“Hmmf.” He groaned.

“I need to pee.” She whined.

She scrambled out from under him, wincing slightly as he slid out of her, and stumbled to the bathroom. She ran into the wall several times before finally making it with a sigh of relief.

She left the bathroom to find Aaron, now in their bedroom, laying buck naked on top of their bed.

“The room won’t stop spinning.” He said.

The hoarseness of his voice made her heart leap. She wobbled to the bed and crawled over to him. She reached his side and placed a hand on his half-hard member. When she was satisfied, she threw her legs over his hips and settled down on him.

He grunted and cracked an eye open to look at her. They moved much slower than the last time, their movements less frantic and more sleepy now.

Neither of them lasted very long as they were both overstimulated from before. And with the touch of Aaron’s nimble fingers, she came undone again, sighing loudly.

Aaron, who had pushed himself up to kiss her, collapsed below her after reaching his own release and she rolled off him.

“Fuck Amelia.”

She gave a breathless laugh as she tucked herself into his side. She laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath.

“I see what you mean about the spinning.” She mumbled.

“Hmmm.” He acknowledged.

He gracelessly and lazily kicked their covers down. He rolled her with him and managed to toss the comforter over them.

“Night Love.” He said.

“Mmm night.” She mumbled.

With their drunken stupor finally over taking them, neither of them gave any thought to the unopened package of pills sitting on her nightstand.

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“You have the most interesting accent, I must say.”

Amelia batted her eyelashes at Aaron as she spoke. She looked gorgeous with her curled hair and costume. They had managed to refit most of the costumes to Amelia so they hadn’t had to worry about finding a fresh set of costumes or suitable designer pieces.

“Lima, Ohio.”

“Lima, Ohio! Of course!”

As he continued to speak she could see the mirth in his eyes. She hated Ohio with every fiber of her being. She had made it very clear within days after their first date how much she hated Ohio and the Ohio State Buckeyes.

So the fact that she was being forced to listen to any of this was highly amusing to Aaron. They continued with the scene and Amelia loved how flirtatious she was able to be with Aaron. It was corny, but it was a dream come true.

“Ooh hoo.”

Amelia pulled him in by the lapels and thrust her hips into his.

“Shut up and dance with me.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him and she watched his eyes flash.

As the scene broke, Aaron quietly whispered blocking in her ear, helping to coach her through it. She may have seen the show a million times over but that was nothing in comparison to actually playing Satine.

“We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical kryptonite. Helpless to the bass and the fading light. Oh, we were bound to get together. Bound to get together.”

Amelia gripped Aaron’s arm tight as he sang.

“She took my arm. I don’t know how it happened. We took the floor and she said.”

Aaron hopped off the platform and continued the blocking while Amelia danced dirtily by herself.

But then he hopped back up and offered her his hand as he sang.

“Why so serious?”

She took it as he grinned at her and suddenly she felt like she was transported to another time.

2009. Their first “date” at the Tony’s afterparty where they had gotten to know each other and danced all night.

But she suddenly snapped back to the real world as Aaron took her in his arms. With a hand firmly on her waist, he lead them in a circle as they danced.

“She said shut up and dance with me.”

She had no idea how to describe Aaron’s dancing in that moment, it was ridiculous as usual, but she loved him for it.

Then he took her in his arms again and she felt so safe. She rolled her head back and when they came back face to face, he gave her a smirk and a wink. She grinned at him.

He then lifted his arm to spin her and, for a second, she was back with a much younger Aaron as he tried to impress her.

She squeezed his side as they finished their dance and she walked off the dais.

“Oh and by the way, would you like me to call you your Grace?”

“Uhhh…if you want?” Aaron said.

And with that Amelia squealed and ran off.

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Amelia Tveit was very, very pregnant. She had been nesting for the last few weeks and Aaron had just watched with a bemused look on his face.

So as she sat in Aaron’s dressing room alone, she couldn’t resist the urge to clean that too. She finally sat down and was able to rest her sore feet. The only problem was that the baby’s head was clearly on top of her bladder so she kept running to the bathroom every five seconds.

She walked out of the bathroom for what felt like the millionth time just as ‘The Pitch’ scene played over the intercom system. She rummaged through Aaron’s mini fridge for a water and sighed with relief when she found it.

As her due date neared, Aaron wanted her close just in case so despite her maternity leave she found herself all but living in the Al Hirschfeld theater once again.

She went to sit down but a sudden pinching in her lower abdomen made her pause. She placed a hand against her lower back and tried to will it to stop. She had occasionally experienced Braxton Hicks contractions so this was nothing new.

She tried to readjust her position as that usually made them go away. But then they didn’t. They just kept going.

“Fuck.” She cussed as another painful cramp hit her.

She barely heard people passing the open door as she just tried to breathe.

“Amelia?”

“Son. Start counting.”

Sonya Tayeh, their choreographer, had been walking by and had spotted Amelia doubled over, gripping Aaron’s chair.

“What?”

“Clock the fucking contractions.” She hissed.

Sonya held her hand as Amelia tried to breathe through the pain. Thankfully, Sonya had the thoughtfulness to only wait for two to pass before saying anything.

“Seven minutes apart.”

“Shit.” She swore again.

“Amelia. Are-“

“Yup. I’m in labor.”

Sonya pulled her phone from her back pocket and hit several buttons. Amelia was struggling too much to notice.

“Alex. It’s Son. We’ve got an emergency. You need to pull Aaron now.”

The pain finally subsided and Amelia was able to focus again. She could just hear the start of Elephant Love Medley.

She made it through another painful contraction, which were growing in frequency, when she heard a pop. She then felt a trickle down her leg.

“Sonya.”

“Yeah?”

“My waters just broke.”

Sonya gave her hand another squeeze and took a few steps away to make another frantic call to Alex, imploring him to pull Aaron as soon as possible.

Amelia meanwhile, rubbed her large belly.

“Well nugget, at least you waited until Daddy made it to intermission.”

Amelia felt a little kick and smiled at the movement. Before doubling over to moan with the next contraction.

At some point, she noticed the commotion coming from the hallway. She looked up and there was a very pale Aaron, still in costume, staring at her.

“Hey babe-Oh my God.” She moaned as the contraction hit her again.

Even in his terrified state, Aaron had the wherewithal to hurry to her side. She grappled blindly for his hand and squeezed it hard.

When the pain finally subsided, she looked up at him. He looked petrified.

“The baby’s coming.” She said, with a little bit of humor.

Aaron swallowed noticeably.

“I heard.”

“I think we should go to the hospital.” She said with remarkable calm.

“Alex is getting his car. He’s gonna drive us.”

She nodded and buried her head into Aaron’s side.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Contractions really fucking hurt.”

He laughed a little at that.

“I bet they do Ames.”

Eventually they hustled out of the theater. Well Amelia wasn’t. She was wheeled out as she was in little position to walk.

As they waited for Alex, Aaron had regained a little bit of his color.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He broke out into a wide grin and crouched down to her level.

“I love you too.”

He leaned in to kiss her gently, making her smile despite the ongoing pain. When they broke apart she felt him smile against her lips too.

“What are you smiling about?”

“We’re about to have a baby and I couldn’t be happier.”

She grinned back, pulled him in by the lapels of his costume and kissed him again.

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It was 5:30 in the morning and Amelia was already riddled with anxiety. She had only been at the theater for a half hour and she was already feeling the pressure.

The entire costuming team was in the room and spilling out into the hallway. Everyone was working around the clock to make sure she had something presentable, and frankly fabulous, to wear while she played Satine.

Amelia could feel the bruises blooming as she was poked and prodded and laced into corsets. Her husband, meanwhile, was sleeping against the back wall of the costuming department’s room. Every so often he would make a soft grunt or snort in his sleep and everyone would suddenly remember he was there.

Two hours later, she was finally free from costuming. They had managed to take enough of Karen, Amber, and Ashley’s costumes and refit them to Amelia. Now all that was left was to do was resew everything to her measurements.

But there was no rest for the wicked as Amelia found herself dancing her ass off as she tried to learn the entire Diamonds medley in just a few hours.

Sonya was a godsend, she thought, as she walked back to her dressing room dripping with sweat.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty.” She greeted.

She walked into her empty dressing room to find her husband sitting in her chair, two coffees in hand.

He stood up and handed her one of the cups which she took gratefully.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He said with a sheepish smile.

“I don’t blame you. It was 5 AM.”

He reached his now free hand forward and cupped her jaw. His hand was still hot from holding her coffee. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. The whiskers on his unshaven face scratched against her skin.

“You need to shave.” She said.

He rubbed a hand over his stubble before looking at her with a suspect facial expression. He grabbed her chin and rubbed his whiskers against her cheek as she squealed. After a few seconds he stopped and gave her a firm peck.

“How are you feeling?”

“Stressed.” She said with honesty.

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her again. She had to resist the urge to melt into him.

“I need to run lines.” She murmured against his lips.

“I’ll help. We’ll mostly be in the scenes together anyway.”

She nodded and rummaged in her bag for the show script that she hadn’t looked at in almost two years.

As the day went on, the cast and crew began to come in to the theater. Even though this was their traditional day off, everyone knew it was going to be all hands on deck if they were going to pull this off.

She spent hours running number after number, scene after scene with everyone. Amelia had to control herself so that she wouldn’t meltdown every time she forgot a line or messed up her blocking.

The scene, if she was being honest, that she was most worried her aside from the Diamonds medley was Chandelier. She was an amazing dancer. But she had never danced with wings before and the complexity of it all made her nervous.

It was about 7 PM when everyone agreed to run Chandelier separately before they ran the show in its entirety.

Aaron hadn’t seen Amelia in an hour or so. He just hoped that she was doing ok. She was a strong woman but he worried that all of this stress was really going to hit her sooner rather than later.

As he ran through the number with the rest of the cast he couldn’t help but feel like the words were finally true. Nearly every thought he had was about Amelia. He thought of her when he awoke and when he went to sleep. She was very rarely not on his mind.

As he stumbled to his mark, he waited for Amelia to drop from the ceiling.

“Christian.”

Amelia’s voice echoed throughout the auditorium as she dropped down on the trapeze.

Aaron’s heart jumped into his throat when he realized that Amelia was in full costume. She was laced into the black and green corset with the wings twinkling as she hit the lights.

He felt horribly underdressed in his jeans, Cowboys t-shirt, red snapback and Jordan 3s.

She unhooked herself from the trapeze, raising her arms dramatically as it shot back into the ceiling. She spun on her heel and faced him.

He couldn’t breathe. She was breath-taking with the immaculately curled hair and blood red lips.

They began their dance and he could see her hand shaking as she pushed him back upstage. She turned again so they were facing each other and curled her body into his.

Neither of them noticed the show’s official photographer as she reached out a hand and brushed her finger tips against his cheek. Aaron cupped her elbow as they continued to spin and she leaned in nearly kissing him. But then she tore away from him, shaking her hips and throwing a look at him over her shoulder. He chased after her, desperation clear on his face.

The cast continued to spin around her as she trounced across the stage, hitting her ballet turns. Despite her fear, it didn’t take her long to slip into character. It was fun playing the malicious green fairy as she mocked Christian.

She braced herself against the ladder as Aaron tore across the stage towards her. She curled around it as Aaron dove under it.

He dove towards her and reached a hand out to cup her face. He managed to caress it and for a second she leaned into him. The look on his face made her heartbreak. He was such a talented actor.

“I’m gonna swing. From the chandelier.”

She shoved him away again, grinning devilishly as she did so.

“From the chandelier.”

Amelia flitted off stage as the cast finished the rest of the song. She waited for the orchestra to stop playing the song before she came back out.

Everyone went crazy when she reappeared and she blushed deeply. It didn’t take long for Aaron to suddenly appear in front of her.

She opened her mouth to say something to him but before she had the chance, Aaron’s mouth enveloped hers. He didn’t care that he was going to be covered in lipstick, he just needed her lips more than anything in that moment. Amelia herself melted into the kiss. The day had been incredibly stressful and so affection from Aaron was exactly what she needed in that moment.

When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his. It took her a second to open her eyes again. She wanted to stay in this moment as long as she could.

When she did finally open them, Aaron’s blue eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

“You are…just something else Amelia Tveit.”

She felt her emotions overwhelm her and she got a little choked up.

“Thanks.” She said, her voice cracking.

Aaron smiled at her lovingly and leaned in to kiss her again. They broke apart once more and Aaron took her into a hug. She buried her head into his chest and tightened her hold on his body.

“Alright everyone. Let’s take an hour for dinner and then we’ll run through the show.”

Everyone patted her on the back or gave similar gestures of support but Amelia still didn’t disentangle herself from Aaron.

Before she knew it they were alone. He didn’t say anything. He just rubbed her back and pecked the crown of her head. She was exhausted and scared.

Eventually, she mustered up enough courage to look at him. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the state of his face. He was covered in deep red lipstick and some of it had even managed to get in his worsening stubble.

She reached up and tried to scrub it from his face. He just laughed when she eventually gave up at the futile act and leaned forward to peck her forehead.

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Aaron knew the exact moment that he realized he was in love with Amelia Hillux. They had been dating for about a month. He had come back to her apartment after a nice dinner out and now found himself eating a piece of cake with their fingers on her living room floor.

She was laughing at him, not caring that she had a mouthful of cake. And when she winked at him after he wiped some chocolate off the corner of her mouth, he realized he was head over heels.

But he was too chicken to tell her. He hadn’t told many people that he loved them. His family, of course, his high school girlfriend, the girl he had briefly dated before he left Ithaca. But it had been a long time and there was something special about him and Amelia. He didn’t want to scare her off.

So he waited.

Amelia meanwhile realized she loved him on their third date. He had managed to con his way into a pair of Fleetwood Mac tickets. She loved Fleetwood Mac. She looked over at him and he was having the time of his life as he joyfully sang along.

He held out a hand to her and she took it. He tugged her into him and she giggled. He wrapped an arm around her waist as they danced in a circle.

“Thunder only happens when it’s rainin’. Players only love you when they’re playin’.”

He sang along as they twisted, his lips close to her ear. She pulled back to look at him and saw his eyes were shining.

“When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know. You’ll know.” She sang along with Aaron.

As the music continued to play, she rested her head against his shoulder and Aaron pressed a kiss against her hair.

After that, she knew she was in love with him. But she didn’t want to be the one to say it first. She was too afraid to get hurt if she was being completely honest. She trusted him but the second after they had met he had her wrapped around his finger. And she was terrified that if he didn’t love her back, it would break her.

But it didn’t take long for him to finally crack. She had come to see him on the set of Gossip Girl before they went to dinner. As she walked towards him through the set every single eye was on her. She commanded everyone’s attention and he could see in her eyes that she knew it.

She looked amazing in her long, winter coat and knee-high suede boots.

“Hey handsome.” She greeted.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Hey! You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks. You ready to go?”

“Yeah let me just grab my bag.”

He gathered everything and took her hand. He pulled her closer to him so he could whisper in her ear.

“Everyone is watching you.”

Amelia smiled at him.

“I know.”

He laughed, impressed with her confidence, and she couldn’t help but giggle back.

Her response just made him love her more.

Later that night after a delicious dinner, Amelia found herself playing with Aaron’s chest hair.

“Amelia?”

“Hmmm?” She responded, pecking his chest.

“You’re confidence astounds me.”

She pushed on his chest to look at him.

“Thanks Aaron. I’ve-ehmm-worked really hard to get to that point.”

“I’m so proud to be your boyfriend.”

She pushed forward and kissed him languidly. When they broke apart, she felt tingly all over.

Aaron reached out and pushed her hair back.

“I love you, Amelia.”

She blinked a few times as she processed the fact that he had actually said it. He loved her. He was in love with her.

“I love you too, Aaron. So much.”

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