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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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bro you’re. you’re so cracked. for months bro i’ve looked at you in shock and awe, i could never keep up the way you can man. huge respect for you.

i know you posted it sunday, i saw it when it still had 5 kudos, and i was going to say something but then i got a little shy. my extraverted-ness immediately leaves when i get online. but i am begging you (respectfully) for more of the Jolly n Ghost knifeplay fic. that was fucking fantastic dude. on your A+ game per usual. it’s absolutely fine if you don’t get around to it, no worries.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Part 2 to the knifeplay prompt

Headcanons

Hehe im glad you liked my first part to this, you’re making me blush with the compliments. isn’t any blood n stuff in this but I hope you still enjoy :)

- After that night in the practice room, Ghost and you had gotten closer. What you had didn’t have a label, but everyone could tell you both had come to some type of agreement, and it was making you two tolerate one another, even enjoy the others company.

- No one knows what happened, but there ended up being multiple rumours about what two of the teams best and bloodiest soldiers could have gotten up to, especially after the bloody mats were found.

- You had done your best to clean the mats, but there was only so much you could do, especially since you and Ghost had been so busy humping like rabbits and the blood had dried when you were done.

- The time you spent together outside of missions and duties was like the first night for the most part, dangerous, hot, and bloody. Neither of you ever went without a few cuts or bruises, your late-night sparring regularly ending with one of you on all fours as the other held the first down by the back of their neck and went to town.

- That didn’t mean there weren’t short moments of softness, where after you had both been wrung dry of all you had where Ghost and you would lay side by side, even cuddling at times. There were times where Ghost would turn to you and kiss you so softly and carefully, as if you were made of glass and would break if he went any rougher.

- It always made something unfurl like a flower in your chest, basking in his careful touches as he revealed some tiny vulnerable part of him.

- Ghost had been called away on a mission with the main folk, meaning Soap, Gaz and Price, leaving you behind on base with the rookies and alike.

- You knew they could take care of themselves, so you just went about your business, training rookies and helping out where you were needed. Staying close to your callsign you never let the grin drop from your lips, your mood always high and bubbly, though this did not make you weak, many of the other people on base could say this from experience.

- You were in a great mood when the team returned, and as you went to go welcome them back a ruckus caught you attention as they landed. Soap was out first, Price quickly following after, the two of them lugging somebodies limp, bloody body.

- You heart gave a lurch as you recognized that body, it was Ghost. The grin you knew was on your lips tightened as panic filled your being, his hands tightening into fists by your side as medics quickly arrived and carted your partner? Away.

- The other three made their way to the medbay, all looking like they had been dragged to hell and back as they stumbled past you, though they were all standing and conscious, which could not be said about Ghost.

- Price must have seen the look in your eyes as he patted you on the shoulder as he passed you, “he’s alright Jolly, don’t you worry, Ghost is tough” he said to comfort you.

- You knew better than anyone how tough Ghost could be, seeing as you both spent a lot of time ripping each other to bits and putting each other back together afterwards, but it didn’t lessen the painful feeling in your chest.

- You tried to stay yourself during the next few days as Ghost didn’t wake up, but you couldn’t help but be short with people, your anxiety for the Brit growing more and more every day.

- You still had a smile on your face, it was something you had trained into yourself after your violent torture, even if you hid it with your balaclava. But seeing Ghost like that, so cold and still on the medical bed, it was like it ripped open every scar you had on your body and left you freezing.

- You visited Ghost every day, more than once for that matter, always hoping he would be awake to roll his eyes at you and tell you not to worry, maybe even insult you for being such a worrywart, but he didn’t move, not even a twitch.

- It was impossible to sleep at night, the dark bags under your eyes growing day by day even as they were hidden by the black paint you wore around them. You knew it was obvious you weren’t coping well, and it was obvious to others as recruits avoided you like the plague and your friends looked at you with worry.

- Finally, one day when exercising in the bases gym, you overheard a group of people talk about Ghost, and when one of them made a comment about how they hoped he didn’t wake up, something in you seemed to snap.

- Because during those long sleepless nights you had realized what you felt for Ghost wasn’t just some random spark that came with an exciting bed partner, but it was love. You had realized you were so in love with Ghost the idea of losing him was destroying you.

- Your world had bled red and when you came back to yourself it was because you were being held to the ground by Price, Soap, and Gaz. Price was talking to you, but you could make sense of anything he was saying, your eyes stuck on the soldier you had jumped as he was taken out of the gym by his mates.

- You had been benched after that, not allowed to use the gym, or get involved with anything involving planning, training, or the likes. All you could really do was clean, do kitchen duty or sit with Ghost.

- So that’s what you did, you sat with Ghost. Sitting in silence with your hands clenched tight, shoulders tense, and scars burning as if they were brand new. You got little sleep, most of it by Ghosts bedside sitting in those horrible chairs all medical facilities seemed to use, arms crossed over your chest and body ready to spring into action if needed.

- It was evening, not too late but late enough that no one was moving about, and Ghost had been moved into a personal room a while ago as he still didn’t wake up, at least there was the privacy of the room being like that.

- You found yourself by his bedside again, holding his limp hand as he stared down at the white sheets that covered him. All of a sudden, the fabric around your face felt so constricting, and frustration flared in your chest as you reached up and tore it off, balling up the black fabric of your balaclava and throwing it at the floor.

- Your hair was a mess, you know this for a fact, having not washed it since Ghost went into this coma of his, it just didn’t seem important when the man who had wormed his way into your heart was here and not waking up.

- For once you weren’t smiling, a painful frown on your face as you clasped onto Ghosts hand, trying so hard to will him to move, or make a noise, anything. Your eyes blurred as tears gathered in them as scenarios played through your mind for the thousandth time.

- What if he didn’t wake? What if he didn’t return your feelings? What if, what if, what if.

- You had been so consumed by the painful feelings and thoughts that you didn’t notice Ghosts eyes fluttering, slowly opening, or his head turning in your direction as you sat with your head ducked down, trying so hard not to start sobbing.

- “Never thought I’d see the day” a raspy voice said from the bed, your head quickly snapping up and trying in vain to blink away tears, the tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet lines down your face.

- You didn’t know what to say, keeping Ghosts eyes that looked at you softly, he still looked exhausted, but he gripped your hand back when you didn’t react.

- “And here I thought id never see you not smiling, Jolly” he chuckled softly, his voice rough and dry, sounding slightly pained as the chuckling made his body move just a little. You just let out a pain noise at seeing him awake, finally springing to your feet and knocking the chair you were sitting in over.

- “Ghost” you choked, eyes welling up with tears again as the iron cold grip that had been on your hard loosened, trying to find words to express just how relieved you were to see him awake, how much you loved him, how much he meant to you, but nothing came out.

- Seeming to notice your dilemma Ghost just huffed a laugh and pulled you close with the grip he had on your hand, and when you were close enough to leant in to press a soft kiss to your lips. His lips were dry and chapped, but kissing him was the best feeling you had ever experienced.

- A wobbly noise left you as you reached up and held onto his face almost desperately, kissing him over and over, your tongues rubbing against one another and getting spit all over your chins.

- Ghost was the one to finally pull back, not giving you enough time to whine at the loss of contact as he pressed his forehead against your own, his hands coming up to comb through your messy hair.

- “Hope you didn’t miss me too much Jolly” he joked, a scoff leaving your lips as he grasped onto his shirt, not wanting to let go any time soon.

- “Don’t you dare do that again Simon” you growled, staring deeply into his eyes, his eyes seeming to grow even softer and fonder as you used his name, his hand coming down to caress your cheek.

- Pecking your lips one last time he just muttered he couldn’t make any promises, to which you let out an annoyed grunt. You stayed like this for a while, not wanting to let go of the other and just needing to feel the others contact and attention.

- The feelings that had been brewing in your chest didn’t seem to be able to be contained anymore as the quiet words of confession fall from your lips, the fear or losing Simon too great, the knowledge that you had almost lost the ability to tell him.

- Simon tensed up but slowly relaxed again, his beautiful eyes looking into your own. Carefully, Simon reached up and pulled off his balaclava, revealing his scarred-up face and blonde hair to you.

- It made the warmth inside you grow even further to see him. He had never been a man of words, but as he pulled you in to kiss you once more, you knew his answer, and it made you want to weep tears of joy.

- You could almost forget you were in a hospital room, on a military base. Being here with Simon was more than enough, to know he loved you back even though he couldn’t say it was enough. This was all you needed, all Simon needed too. To have each other, nothing else mattered.

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t0ast-ghost · 6 months

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S2 episode 10 (Journey To Babel) THE BOYFRIENDS ARE GONNA MEET SPOCKS DAD:

- McCoy immediately complaining about dress uniforms. I love him and his short sleeves

- Wait- why is McCoy in Jim’s room while he’s getting ready? I don’t usually use emojis but 🤨

- Spock joins them walking down the hallway so fast. No way he didn’t plan that.

- They do not know it’s his father, do they?

- I love the long dramatic scene of the shuttle coming in with all the redshirts standing around

- Awee he introduces his wife so proudly and then they kiss :)))

- Sarek why are you being mean to your son

- Kirk is sooo surprised

- McCoy is going to love talking to Amanda I can see it

- Damn Spock talk to your mom

- There’s so much drama going on, but it’s all monotone, it’s like downtown abbey

- Kirk immediately hating on the Vulcan academy just cause it could’ve taken Spock away from him

- I would love to eat the food there. It looks so inedible

- Amanda is so proud of her husband. Like fuck yeah he beat that other ambassador in a debate

- McCoy trying to get all the information about Spock that he can, cause he knows this guy will forever stay a mystery if he doesn’t ask

- McCoy is SO HAPPY to hear Spock had a teddy bear

- Damn they just keep kissing RIGHT in front of their son

- OMG SAREK IS SMILING AT HIS WIFE- MY HEART

- I’d like to note the first appearance of Andorians

- “Vulcan I would speak to you.” “It does seem unavoidable.” And “Threats are illogical and payment is usually expensive.” This is where Spock gets his sass

- Kirk shirtless

- “That’s a convient excuse-” Sarek immediately starts dying

- “Spock, I’m sorry about your father.” Kirk’s trying to comfort him

- Kirk realizes Spock won’t admit that he is feeling worried so he does as Spock wishes and carries on with their mission

- It’s an Andorians, isn’t it?

- When your son and his two boyfriends are standing over your hospital bed (one of them is your doctor as well)

- OMG CHRISTINE CHAPEL

- McCoy you should know what Spock’s blood type is.. oh wait I think it’s just cause Spock would not survive losing that much blood

- McCoy not to letting his idiot boyfriend die. Especially by his own hand in his own damn medbay

- Spock is such a bitch when he has a purpose

- The jump cut to Kirk fighting an andorian.. Bones will have to put up with a lot of his idiot boyfriends almost dying in this episode, won’t he?

- Kirk after top surgery- who said that (no I’m not posting a photo of what I’m referring to)

- Amanda saying ‘human’ isn’t a dirty word to Spock is such a healing sentence. LIKE EMBRACE YOURSELF

- Spock’s voice wavering as he talks to his mom

- “And I’ll hate you for the rest of my life.” WHAT. SHE SLAPPED HIM.

- “Now let that be a lesson to you. Just lie there and be happy you’re still alive.” Bones is unimpressed with Jim almost dying

- Shiny bandage on Kirk

- damn this Medbay has no fucking privacy

- The reanimator vibes from McCoy rn are peak

- The old cardio stimulator looks like a fancy stapler

- Okay if they’re not andorian, then who?

- Bones teasing Kirk and Kirk just wants to know if Spock is okay cause he’s in so much pain

- Orions? I should’ve guessed…

- “Emotional, isn’t she?” “She has always been that way.” “Indeed? Why did you marry her?” “At the time it seemed the most logical thing to do.” Spock makes a considering face and Kirk and McCoy look at each other like “we’re gonna marry this guy.”

- Bones trying to keep them in medbay will be like trying to trap a cloud in a jar. He’s so happy to have them in his medbay so he doesn’t have to go to the bridge

That went surprisingly well. The journey has ended but what is our destination? Why, the next episode of course! See you next time :)

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Episode written by D. C. Fontana

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos bones #tos mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #ambassador sarek #amanda grayson

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sw33tsnow · 7 months

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Hurts so good

- (II) / (II)

Alex Keller x F!Reader

Summary: Does he love you, or he only sees you as Farah's sister.

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, Sunshine!Alex, Grumpy!Reader, heavy plot + lots of conversations, spoilers, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, etc. Wordcount: 3k4

NOTE(s):

Might appears some grammar errs (APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE)

Better understanding (suggested): CoD MWI , CoD MWII - Atomgrad Raid

||THE PREVIOUS PART||

Months after the one-sided prisoner exchange with the Russian army with Hadir as the subject, you and Alex have recovered from your injuries after a long period of rest and have been assigned by Farah to the mountain Sattiq to investigate reports of an entrance that appeared to be an abandoned bunker dug into the hillside with three LF fighters. Closer inspection determined the hatchway was an inlet to what could be fortified Soviet-era fallout shelter, or something more, and unfortunately, Laswell informed that you were still dark on comms, haven't been heard from since your team’s initial infill.

“Price, Gaz, Farah…your mission is to locate Alex, Phantom, and the LF team and do a complete and thorough reconnaissance of the facility” Kate calmly informed, “IF anyone or anything is down there, we need to know who and what…”

_-_-_-_-_-_

“Alright, let’s huddle up” Price commanded, “Comms are dead but Laswell may still hear us….”

“Watcher-1, this is Kilo actual with Bravo in the blind….” Farah nodded and started reporting to the radio on her shoulder.

A missile silo and an ICBM on the platform had been located, they cracked multiple doors and terminals, witnessed portions of the facility were flooded, and encountered multiple AQ believe the tunnels were cleared to this position. Nevertheless, they have not found Alex and you yet but Farah’s soldiers who went in with were KIA. If you two were still alive, you’d be somewhere ahead of them and they'd stay frosty to find you both, Price sternly said.

"We expect more contact and obstacles to sort moving forward" Gaz added.

“Our team will ascend to the top of the silo and see if the warhead is still on the missile...Kilo actual and Bravo - out here" Farah killed the connection and the three of them headed further inside the tunnel in order to find you two.

The terrorists clung like leeches until they reached the Missile Warhead and saw Alex callsign: 3-1 black paint outside the door.

"Seal the door" Captain Price barked and the hatch closed immediately under Gaz's control.

All three of them landed on the low platform below, each of them checked quickly and it was good that no one was injured.

"You good, old man?" Farah teased.

"I've been worse"

Price continued to take the lead and led everyone within, greeting the three of them was a dozen of dead AQ’s bodies on the cold metal floor.

"Who the hell hit 'em?" Gaz inquired in a raspy voice.

"Someone trying to stop them from doing this," Farah replied as her gaze went to the warhead.

Suddenly, behind them, there was a loud banging followed by Farah's callsign - Kilo.

"It's Alex"

<<Inside the trap room earlier>>

Alex's heavy boots' soles continued to thud on the ground, the momentum building as his silhouette circled relentlessly in front of the locked entrance.

"The door won't magically open even when your boots are worn out, Echo" You murmured, face buried in your palms and elbows resting on your knees, "Sit down, rest, please"

The man closed his eyes and peered up at the sky, then shook his head in defeat before joining you and slowly positioned down. The graze of his arm toward your shoulder was just enough to prompt you to quickly scout aside, only to be captured right away.

"Shabah…." You couldn't see his face, but you knew the distance was ancient since his warm breath hit on your lips, "You've been acting like that since the Medbay, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing" Wincing and turning away, your chin was caught and pulled back to its original position - eye-contacting him.

"That again" Alex snickered dryly, "I won't let you go if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, so you better start with something convincing"

Pupils had adjusted to the darkness, and both of your faces were clearer than ever. The brunett wasn't the type to issue stern commands, but his words always carry a certain weight, and a serious person with the intelligence like you was indeed capable of understanding that what he just said was not a tease. He’s not stupid and your behaviors were more appealing than you thought, no wonder how and what he’s figured out so far.

Your muscles loosened somewhat in an attempt to calm yourself, and a frown formed at the corners of your mouth once you lifted your thumb to wipe away the dried blood stained on his cheekbone.

Seriously, this man never fails to peel off each layer of your cover, and you certainly not fucking appreciated that at all.

Alex's aware of your poor communication and that you're not good with expressing yourself, but he's also unable to read minds, either. You're a trained soldier, though he's potent at reading body language, it wasn't an easy task for him to discern your thinking and emotions. And the hardest shit was that you'd always take the blame and own up to any shortcomings, whether they're your own doing or not. He remembered you saying once that ‘a bad compromise is better than a good litigation’.

What else could he do other than talk to you through it?

But - "I like you" You stated bluntly, "Before was that, but now it's more than just liking"

Which caught him off ward.

"For someone like me, it’s fuckin' ridiculous to say that I have more than three lovers" You giggled unhumorously.

"Shabby, sarcastic, and grumpy" You narrated, "Not having an excellent appearance, what can I possibly ask for, hmm?"

Your mouth twisted into a smirk in response to the sympathy look that he's offering, "Don't feel sorry for me, treat me like your colleagues or perhaps your sister, that'll be more pleasant than let me get my hopes up too high, Keller"

Alex was silent because he just stared at you. Frankly, he detested this aspect of you - tried to stay professional and pushed him away, reasoning that it would be better for him and neglected your own desires.

"I'm not ashamed about admiring you, but with our job and ranks, it's absolutely inappropriate"

Bingo: the bowed head and trembling voice, the low self-esteem that you yourself think typical turned out to be an eyesore to the brunett.

Why does a girl treat herself far more cruelly than in the military?

"If saying I'm not jealous would fool anyone but you and my closests, then yes, seeing your eyes brighten every time you're with Farah makes me realize how daydream I was all the time, Alex" You continued, "So just ignore the whole thing, please?"

Before the man could respond, the sound of attire rubbing and whispers diverted you both's attention. You nudged Alex forward the door in the ribs and got up which purposely accidentally halted him for finishing his words.

<<Present>>

And with Gaz's assistance, the trap door was no longer locked, and out stepped Alex, followed by you. A few quick check-ups and then Farah started questioning.

“How are you still alive?”

“The commander….he spared us” The brunett looked at you but you didn't glance back.

“Why?”

“He has a message, wanted us to deliver it personally…”

“To you…” You added.

“To me?” Farah retorted.

“It’s Hadir and he’s not in jail….anymore” You and Farah share the looks, no speech needed.

“He wants us to join him, or turn back…”

Frustrated, Farah growled out for her brother but of course he was no longer here anymore. He’s moved forward with the warhead and you have to catch up immediately.

“...First things first, we’ll need t’ relay this to Laswell, ‘nd work on out exfil-” Gaz was cut by you, “I can find us a signal”

And they all turned to you, but only Alex knew what’s on your mind and obviously, you’re trying to separate from him, again.

“No شبح , you’re coming with us” Farah cupped your cheek, “I need you there….with Hadir”

You bit your lower lip but nodded anyway, because it would be useless to refuse her.

When the two of you were locked up, you’re still able to peak that the AQ has found another egress point, maybe not just one. Reaching the end of the tunnel, here standed an open space where the signal could finally make it to you all.

“Check comms” Price ordered.

“Watcher-1, comms check?”

“Echo 3-1” There’s a relief washed over Kate’s voice, which made you grin in satisfaction.

“Phantom….send traffic?"

“We’re with Price and Commander Karim, be advised….Hadir has the warhead” You replied.

"Copy that….are you still able to track him?"

"A-firm….contact Gaz, we'll need support forward of our position"

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"He's down....We're clear?" Farah asked, still pointing her gun after crashing into the room and killing the AQ soldier.

You heard some AQ soldiers screaming arabic as you chased after Hadir - now called the AQ Commander into the room full of old machines.

"Negative–room’s rigged" Price barked.

You looked around, seeing high speed fuse with their charges on the walls. Fuck, you guys have to move quick and make no wrong moves if didn’t want to be blown in pieces.

Ultimately, Hadir’s appeared in the Control Room, which made Farah go mad. She shouted his name and started firing non-stop to the window, causing the flame to emerge and burn the wire.

“For fuck sake, Farah, hold your fire” You grunted as you hugged her back by her waist with Price pulled her back by her arm.

Alex swiftly ran toward the wire to defuse the burning part then added, “Charge’s safe….no threat”.

Absolutely, ‘cause you’re holding the threat right here.

“Drop your weapons….all of you, NOW” Hadir screamed to the mic and Alex, Price, and you immediately lowered their rifles.

Except for Farah.

"Farah, put it down" The brunett tried to convince her but she seemed unfazed.

"Sister, please, put the gun down" You have to speak up, luckily, she listened.

Family conflict, Hadir and Farah constantly argued with each other, the woman even had a terrible confrontation with her younger brother when he intended to confront Cpt. John Price about giving him to the Russians. Threatening and unstoppable rages, Hadir persisted in urging you all to accompany him in using the warhead to eliminate the Russians. Ironically, all that the four of you observed was his irredeemable blindness only.

“I love you, Farah…Even if you hate me” Hadir's voice softened and you could imagine the glossy eyes which Farah’s having right this moment.

And you merely kept quiet while casting a penetrating glance at Hadir.

"We take lives to save lives, sister"

"Shut you trap, asshole, do you even fucking aware of what you're saying?" You remained your flat tone but the venom was unmeasurable.

"You too, little one, you also despise me like Farah?" Hadir darted his orbs to your direction.

"You” You sneered, “....You let me, no, let us down, I'm fucking disappointed, Hadir, no one gonna ever broke us this hard" You said pointing at Farah and your chest.

Hadir zipped his lips.

"A nuclear weapon won't help anyone" Alex stepped in.

“You’ll only make things worse, Hadir” Price tried.

Predictably, as if either of you could turn back anymore.

After accounting gunshots booming from every corner, Arabic hitting the already sensitive eardrums, then at last, your team had approached the elevator in which Hadir was secured inside.

"We're clear" Alex shouted to the comms, announced to Kate.

"Hell of the job down there” She praised.

After a few grunts, Farah and you were able to enter as Alex and Price wrenched open the hefty iron door.

"Show me your hands" Farah, who was still gripping the rifle tightly, aimed the smoldering muzzle directly at her brother, who appeared composed despite having a shattered limb that prevented him from moving and incessant bleeding on his head.

You standing by Farah, observing Hadir obediently complied with his sister's order and raised his hands to prove that he was unarmed.

"Farah, you have the warhead...use it" He grunted.

"No, Hadir, no one's gonna use it" You said, "It'ill be disposed of, safely" Shaking your head.

These two's stubbornness was evident when they refused to give up on persuading each other.

"Listen to me Farah, they are coming..." Hadir tried to squeeze out each word, "Urzikstan is in danger"

"Who is coming Hadir?" Softly, as though fearing he wouldn't tell, Alex enquired.

However, they're nevertheless leaving without the response they had hoped for since Hadir died after giving his last breath to his dearest sister, the sole surviving member of his family.

A tear as pure as crystal cascaded down Farah's dusky visage. Her little brother, whom she had always adored, guarded, and shared life with, was a terrorist.

Choices have consequences, and nothing could be more devastating than witnessing your younger brother pass away right in front of you. The outcome was aware of, regardless of the intention.

"Shabah?" Alex said quietly, yet you walked away before he could grip your bicep.

Step by step, silently moving towards the black-haired man with blood flowing around his cold body. You squatted down, lifted your hand to conceal the gaping pupils by his lids with a gentle swipe, and took hold of Hadir's wrist, pressing it to your forehead.

"وداعا يا أخي" .Farewell, brother

And you stood up, passed Alex, and went straight up without sparing another word.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You have been idle and increasingly reclusive ever since that day. It's difficult to catch you hanging out with other soldiers unless you've been recruited or assigned because you've taken on Hadir's place. You're seldom seen with anyone at meals, always getting up early to practice, and even here on the base, you’ll wear a top-cut balaclava mask that only your hair and eyes exposed.

The brunette feels awkward. Even though Farah was terribly in pain, she was strong enough to overcome it, but you were different. Upon assessing your files, Alex learned that you had been rescued from human trafficking and had been tortured terribly for information during plenty of missions in Russia. You have no relatives left, only Kate and Cpt. Price earned your trust, and Farah and Hadir followed. Understanding and compassionate, you're no different than Farah and Hadir's youngest sister, surely this great loss is not easy for you.

Alex attempts to find and talk to you, but you consistently manage to evade him. The man can only be comforted knowing that you'd avoided everyone, including Farah, not just him.

But Alex isn't one to give up quickly. Even though you promised to keep things as they are and not do anything he doesn't like, you progressively distanced yourself from the brunett. This was evident since Hadir locked you both up and your team had to work together to secure the warhead.

Alex undoubtedly felt nothing but appreciation and apologies towards you after you burned your back protecting him at the factory. But the man seemed as though something significant was missing inside him when you kept remaining your overly composure to him. Specifically, after your confession, Alex cannot recall the same joyment in his chest as he sees Farah anymore, much like meeting his superior.

And praise Allah, and the intel that needs to be exchanged, the man has found you - sitting next to Farah on the rooftop with your face not covering.

“You can't stay away forever, قطيط” Farah pats your head.

"Just for now, okay?" You sigh, "I don't want to accidentally say things I can't control"

That's correct, Farah once mentioned to him that the reason you spoke slowly and lacked excessive emotion while speaking was because you didn't want to blurt out any shitty stuff.

"I know everyone's worried about me, I really appreciate it...." You swallow the lump in your throat, "But I need a little more time to—"

Your keen gaze darts to the widely opened door, where a dapper man is standing and staring fondly at the two of you.

Not for you, not for you ever, you tell yourself.

"I'll leave you two together" And you stand up, grab the mask, and quickly run to the opposite entrance.

Wait, why are you running away? But you couldn’t care less, Alex is the last person you want to see. Isn't leaving now the right choice?

Two tattooed sleeves seize your waist and tug you back, interrupting your train of thinking. Your torso stiffen, arms snaking up as you attempt to wrench the man's damn muscles off of you but only result by your back pressing more solidly against the warm chest behind.

"Don't, let me hug you" The brunett gently pressed his face into your neck, his nose rubbed against your skin, and his beard left an indescribable tickling sensation when he spoke.

"I'm still here, Alex," you assure him. "You can let me go"

For fuck sake, how does that phrase indicate some other meaning as you say it?

"No" The larger man shook his head vigorously, "I need you"

You're too stunned by the unexpected intimacy and wonder what's wrong with him. You had no idea if he was hurt or what had happened, but your bodies start to sway back and forth after a while of standing like mad.

“N-Need me for what, Alex?” You peer at him.

“To talk to me…..I miss you”

Your eyes widened in surprise and his beautiful blue pupils took on an amused look. For you, no doubt, he just said that he missed you.

Your lips slightly open and then close, as if you can’t think of anything to say, and Alex adores your nervousness. Normally, you communicate more through deeds than words, but you're finding it difficult to speak at the moment because you're under such a strain from this man who cannot stop grinning while staring straight into your soul.

“A-Are you aware of what you just said?” You stutter and he chuckles cheerishly.

“That’s not somethin’ you say to the person’s gonna be together with you on Christmas, little one”

This is wrong, Alex would never look at you like this. You shoved the brunett aside and turned back, hands balled into tight fists.

"Don't lie, Keller, are you out of your damn mind?" Well, it's the calm, menacing tone you tend to use in interrogations with the enemies.

Alex isn't surprised to be pushed back and questioned. He realized that when you employed this tone, you were making an effort to disguise your vulnerability. You do not wish to fall so readily, he understands.

"I know it's miserable to put you in this situation, but the past time has been enough for me to realize many things" And he called you by name rather than your callsign.

“I’m sorry” The man exhales.

“Sorry fo–”

“Sorry for what, you really gonna ask me that?” Alex grimaces and wets his lips, “Well I don’t know, maybe for everything stupid shits that I’ve put you through this whole damn time!”

Which shut you up instantly.

“I’ve fucked up, really bad when I, no, you let me agree to treat you like my colleague after what you’ve done for me” He continued, “...After you’ve confessed to me. I know I’ve hurt you but how’d you say it out s-so easily like that, like it doesn’t weigh any shit like that?”

Your lips tremble as he gingerly approaches you step by step.

“Don’t just put on that I’m absolutely fine face and keep on acting like you’re fine, cus you’re not” He’s now standing in front of you.

“I want you to get in this thick little head of yours….stop keeping quiet or do not say any goddamn words; you wanted me and Farah to be together when you love me, for once.....please.....just be selfish, will you?” He pleads.

Alex rests his palms on your cheeks, whispering as he lifts your head up. You look like a complete mess right now, with tears flowing down your face and your body quivering constantly. Thinking about that makes you sniffle even more.

"Shhh....I'm here now" The man coos, "I'll be here...for you, with you"

And you nod aggressively, earning a deep but loving chuckle from him. The brunett leans down then captures your lips with his, attach in a tender and attentive kiss, and you gripped to Alex as a last-ditch effort to keep from losing your balance.

“Thank you” Your voice forces out, happy and pleased.

“Thank you for giving me a chance”

Foreheads glue together and eyes close. As the sun goes down and the room grows darker, all you manage to feel are the warmth between and the faint cologne which might be replaced by others’ scent soon.

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hey <3 could you do a tony stark x daughter reader and avengers x reader headcanon where reader is slightly more than friends with peter parker?? thanks :)

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and an Avenger Would Include . . .

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Unlike your father, you didn’t use technology as a basis for your superhero-ing

Instead, you had powers!

It happened one day when Bruce and Tony were experimenting on some alien thing the team had found on one of their missions

You had not noticed the sign that told everyone to keep out, and wandered into the lab one day in search of your father

One thing led to another and you came into contact with the alien substance

When Peter, your best friend, found you unconscious, he freaked out

After failing to wake you, he immediately swooped you up and took you to the medbay, nearly knocking a million things over on his journey

He was barley able to get out a coherent sentence to Bruce with his worry

Thankfully, despite also worrying, the super smart Doctor Banner pieced it together

He told Peter to wait outside, alerted the team to come to the medbay, and went inside to assess you

Peter could feel the worry radiating from the team a mile away

They all stomped inside and Tony, upon seeing Peter sitting alone and his daughter no where in sight, exclaimed: “What happened?!”

“I dunno how but Y/N got . . . She got hurt from that alien thing in the lab,” he said

Steve went over to comfort Peter and Tony paled, consumed with worry and anger and blaming himself for what had happened

One by one, each Avenger sat down. No one said anything, each too upset about the girl they considered a little sister

After what felt like eons, Bruce emerged, tired.

Everyone sat up and no one said anything, just waited for Bruce to speak

“I’m still investigating on what exactly the alien substance did to her, but she’s stable. Unconscious, but stable. I’m thinking we call Carol to see if she knows anything about the substance — like we had been planning,” Bruce informed them.

Nat volunteered to call Carol while Tony was the first to visit you. Seeing you unconscious and hooked up to an IV broke his heart. He sat next to you for who knows how long, wishing you’d be okay.

Next, Peter went in. He almost started crying but wanted to be strong for you for with you woke up. He was paratactically glued to the chair and talked about anything and everything. In the midst of that, he realized he had a crush on you.

Then, the team as a whole came in. They each took turns saying something. Steve promised to cook your favorite meal for you when you woke up and Sam attempted a joke.

Meanwhile, Carol had never flew faster than when she did when she heard about you. Literally got there breathless from flying in space.

She was able to identify the alien substance though, and it turned out that it was used to give people powers.

So Bruce’s next mission was figuring out your powers

Tony just about flipped his shit when he learned that you had POWERS

A couple hours later you woke up and everyone was very protective. They did just about everything for you and insisted you stay in bed and let them bring everything to you.

The next day, Bruce had to take a lot of blood from you to run tests, and that left you quite woozy.

Peter was there to take care of you :)

He found the nonsense you said SO ADORABLE

Had a big smile the entire time

And then

AND THENNNN

You told him you liked him

His eyes went wide

And he dismissed it as you being not yourself and saying silly things

But on the inside he was very giddy

When you were back to normal, he asked about it, but in a very kind way. He made sure you knew it would be fine if you didn’t have feelings for him

You were shocked, not remembering saying that, but admitted it was true

He was so excited.

He jumped forward to hug you

Then Tony walked in

Tony: 🧐 Peter: 😳

You played it off as you had just woken up and he was excited

And then it set in to Tony that you were awake

He, too, got very excited

Powers are up to you :)

A couple days later when you got cleared, you asked your dad if you could become an Avenger

After talking with the team he agreed, but you had to train with Natasha first

After a longggggg time, you finally went on your first Avengers mission!

You got so excited when you were able to finish it successfully that you ran up to Peter and kissed him

And that’s how everyone found out that the two of you had been dating for the past couple months

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Execute the Homophobes (Mshenko ft. Grunt)

Pairing: Kaidan Alenko x Male Shepard (trans-friendly) ft Grunt who is sort of Shepard’s son For the pride prompt: Explaining gender/sexuality to an non-human sentient being who has no concept of gender/sexuality Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1113 POV: Third Summary: Grunt sees commander Shepard and major Alenko ‘courting’. He has questions and also Okeer said no to gays. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. Is Grunt Shepard’s son? We all know the answer. Tags: canon typical mild body horror, crew as a family, Shepard sees Grunt as his son, which makes Kaidan Grunt’s papa, domestic fluff I guess??? and Okeer was a homophobe, but are we surprised?

There was so much loss in this war that every survivor felt like a small victory. However, Grunt was anything but small. Shepard thought he lost him, thought that was one more name to add to that goddamn memorial wall on the Normandy. And then Grunt stumbled out of that cave, covered in Rachni guts and his own blood. It was glorious. It was art. It was a huge victory.

Carrying Grunt into the shuttle was exhausting, but Shepard did not want to let him go until he got him in the Normandy’s medbay. Grunt immediately started bantering with Chakwas, while she scanned him. For a short moment, things were like old times, back when Shepard found peace in knowing where the end was, the suicide mission. But of course as fate would have it, he was destined to suffer more, before he could go kick the bucket.

Judging by how Grunt was still able to jab at the doctor, Shepard figured his Krogan son would be fine. “Shepard!” The commander turned around to see his boyfriend come running. Before he could warn him about the guts, Kaidan was already looking him over. “Are you okay? This isn’t all yours, is it?” Shepard chuckled and carefully put some distance between them.

“Careful there, major. I’ve been decontaminated, but this stuff is still gross. Most of it is from the Rachni. The rest, mostly from the guy who killed them.” Shepard pointed over his shoulder to Grunt. “Our boy is all grown-up,” he joked.

Kaidan blinked at him, then looked over to Grunt, then back at Shepard. “Our… boy?” Shepard then realised he never mentioned Grunt to Kaidan. Not because Grunt was an out of sight out of mind for him, but there was a lot that had not been discussed between them yet. This war left little time for just talking. After getting together, every moment together had been savoured and milked out, for it could be their last. Things went fast, but there was no time or room for slow.

Shepard promised to explain and then asked Kaidan to help him in the showers. Everytime Shepard referred to Grunt as his son, he was only half joking. Grunt was fine-ish, but needed further treatment against all the Rachni guts he ‘accidentally’ swallowed, so Shepard happily made a detour to the Citadel. It was a delight to have the Krogan back on the Normandy. Shepard could hear him banter with Garrus in the mess hall. Just like old times.

“Should I be jealous?” Shepard looked over his shoulder as Kaidan joined him in the hallway. Shepard had been looking at Garrus and Grunt banter for a while now, but it was a nice intermezzo. These moments between fights reminded him what he was fighting for. Sure ‘the survival of the entire galaxy’ was hard to forget, but it was too abstract. This, however, he could burn into his brain and access while getting shot at.

Shepard chuckled and shifted his back away from the wall so his boyfriend could sneak an arm around him. “I thought I lost him too. It is a shame his squad did not survive, but - this is going to sound so selfish - but I just wanted him to make it. Is that bad?” Shepard rubbed his forehead, words not really coming out the right way.

Kaidan kissed his cheek, somehow still understanding what he was getting at. “Shep… we see so much death in a day, I think we - especially you, actually - are allowed a little selfishness every now and then.” Shepard hummed and turned to drag the major somewhere more private. They ended up in the lounge, cuddling in front of the stars.

A little while later, Shepard found Grunt back in the medbay. His condition had its ups and downs. One moment he claimed to be fine, the next he was puking Rachni and his own guts out. “You know, the ‘mess’ in ‘mess hall’ does not mean you can make a mess there,” Shepard joked as he took a seat next to the bed where Grunt was moping.

Grunt let out a grumble and sat up. “Shepard, I have a question,” he said out of nowhere. Shepard gestured for Grunt to go ahead and crossed his arms. This oughta be good. “Are you and that major… courting?”

From all the questions Shepard had thought Grunt would come up with, that was not one of them. “Uh… You could say that,” he answered. “It’s not a secret, but we try to be low key to not stir the crew too much.” Alliance technically would not permit it, but they were both spectres and also no one was going to get reprimanded for dating in a galaxy-wide war.

“Why?” “Why what?” “Why court? You need a female to create offspring, right?”

Since when did being a father figure come with the birds and the bees talk? Ok Anderson had given Shepard that talk as well… on multiple occasions… “It’s not just about creating offspring, Grunt. Sometimes you just… love someone and want to spend the rest of your life making them happy. Besides, we’re gonna cure the genophage, so there will be plenty of Krogan babies to adopt.”

Grunt seemed to be thinking about that for a moment. “Okeer has imprinted some stories of males courting, but they were all executed. It is not natural.” Shepard was not surprised that Okeer was a homophobe. In fact, it fitted the profile.

“Do you think I should be executed?” Grunt looked up, squinted his eyes at Shepard and then looked back down at his hands on top of the blanket.

“I’d like to see people try to execute you,” he answered, though it was not an answer to the question. “Okeer was wrong about a lot of things. If anyone executed you for who you love, this galaxy would have gone to shit three times already. So… no.” There was a silence that stretched between them. Shepard was about to get up and leave Grunt to rest, when the Krogan suddenly posed another question. “If males courting other males are still strong males, who can fight, then why did they get executed?”

That was a great question, one Shepard had no answer to. He sighed. “Many humans shared Okeer’s idea. They did not think of it as ‘natural’, but… I think people are just afraid of what they don't understand.”

“They are weak and should be executed.” Shepard laughed and got up.

“Let’s hold off on killing homophobes, big guy. Now rest, before I send Chakwas your way. She’s the only one I am afraid of on this ship.”

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pirate!ateez |1|

So uh. this is what we get from the kingdom wonderland performance, watching too many wonderland stages as a result, and yelling to mai + javi?????? here we go I guess??? This is only half the members - the other half will be in a separate post later this week!

(credits to mai @wingkkun for the ideas that sparked san, mingi, and yeosang’s stories!)

Pairing: Ateez x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 8.7k (total)

Genre: some fluff, mostly angst, pirate!au

Triggers: cursing, blood, death (sometimes semi-graphic), like one implication of sex, implied physical abuse in one part - specific triggers for each section are listed below the headers!

Part 1 (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang) | Part 2 (San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho)

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hongjoong (captain)

warnings: cursing, death, some suggestive themes but absolutely nothing explicit (just implied sex)

oh good lord here we go

hongjoong is the captain of this ship. perfect captain, really - he’s got a knack for discipline while also taking care of his crew

he really does care for them, like after all he’s been through they’re basically his family at this point. he’s got nothing but them, this ship, and whatever they’ve managed to pillage from other crews - if he lost a single member, hongjoong isn’t sure if he could handle it

actually that’s a lie. he knows he could handle it. but it’s already happened several times, and the pain he feels but has to hide sometimes makes him want to just throw himself into the waves

(especially with a certain person, but i won’t elaborate on that just yet)

anyway his crew respects him even if they don’t always act it (looking at you wooyoung), they like to fool around and hongjoong will lovingly deal with it

however when they’ve really messed up....

let’s just say no one ever likes being called to hongjoong’s quarters

most often it’s one of woosan or both for fooling around a little too often but everyone’s been there at least once

even seonghwa like???? what did seonghwa ever do

(he’s never elaborated. neither has hongjoong. that somehow just makes everyone even more afraid ksjdngsdh)

but sometimes! the turn tables!! and people will call hongjoong to their rooms

i say people like it’s more than one person

i mean it technically is?? seonghwa and you??? but people feels like it implies many persons when in reality it’s just you and seonghwa and seonghwa comes in much later than you do

the first time it happens is when hongjoong almost fucking passes out on deck because 1. the sun is out and it’s hot as balls and 2. he’s been up for over twenty four hours straight after a battle trying to make sure everything is in order

which no one realizes - i mean even if your captain is motherfucking kim hongjoong you’d assume this dude at least took like an hour nap during that 24 hr+ period of time but NO this motherfucker is stupid when it comes to himself - until you’re heading belowdecks with him and hongjoong takes ONE FUCKING STEP down the stairs and almost keels over right then and there

you drag him to his room and even half collapsed he’s trying to say he needs to do something or the other but you just stand over him with your arms crossed n shit and hongjoong’s like okay never mind yes i will sleep

(he sleeps for fifteen hours straight)

anyway after that you went up on deck and called that motherfucker to your room in the same tone of voice he uses to call the others to his room and gave him the beatdown of his fucking life

maybe hongjoong’s a masochist because that’s when he realized he was head over heels in love with you

like?? in the middle of you yelling at him to take care of himself because kim fucking hongjoong what do you think is gonna happen if you die??? huh???? you think woosan can handle themselves????? you think I can deal with them?????? and good fucking lord if you’re going to die at least let it be of something badass you dumb piece of shit not like FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO TIRED TO SEE WHERE YOUR FOOT WAS GOING -

and halfway through hongjoong isn’t even listening to you he’s just trying to figure out how it took so long for him to realize this

you’ve been together like... forever. literally almost as long as hongjoong can remember

you two got your first ship together, recruited the others together, decided to find the treasure you’ve now been seeking for YEARS together, literally everything started with you so why is it only now that hongjoong is realizing just how much he’s in love with you

he kinda blurts it out a couple of months later when you’re aggressively forcing him down to the medbay because he wanted everyone else to get treated first before the ship’s doctor looked at his wounds and you just say ‘confessing your love isn’t going to get you out of a doctor’s visit now i don’t care if you hurt your leg i’ll carry you if i have to so mOVE YOUR ASS’

he falls even more in love with you after that

and you don’t leave him hanging - you’ve been in love with hongjoong for as long as he’s been in love with you, it just... didn’t really manifest in a visible way?? like you’ve always been aggressively caring with him. it got a lot more aggressive when you realized your feelings but hongjoong just thought that was like. a normal thing

lmao you thought

but yeah so everyone’s like WE BEEN KNEW when you start spending more and more time in hongjoong’s room instead of the quarters you share with the other crew members

they don’t even care they’re just like HELL YEAH MORE SPACE

also they (read: woosan) love teasing the two of you but then you just hit them over their heads and ask if they’d like to be called to your room

they shut up immediately and you just go back to hongjoong’s room

(he kisses softly, by the way, but with so much passion it feels like one of the storms that mother nature uses to buffet your ship around. when hongjoong kisses you like this it feels like everything in you is breaking apart and reforming all at once, like he’s taking your life and breathing it back into you at the same time, and if your hands begin to move and someone gets pushed onto the bed who’s gonna say shit?)

but a pirate’s life is a pirate’s life and everyone is literally risking their neck to sail the seas the way they do - no one is safe, ever. not during battles, not even when you’re standing around on the ship’s deck

and certainly not when mother nature decides to wreak havoc on the water that you and hongjoong have begun to think of as home.

they’ve seen the storm coming all day, literally everyone is prepped and serious and no one’s fooling around because yeosang has been watching the clouds for hours and there’s no sign of the storm passing them by

so when the wind and water begin to toss the ship around, they’re ready. everyone’s ready. everything seems to be going smoothly until a couple of hours pass and the storm is only growing worse

hongjoong can’t see in the darkness, not with clouds covering the stars and the moon, not with water pounding over the deck in waves higher than yunho and mingi combined, he’s soaked and shivering but still yelling orders to anyone who can hear them and he’s just praying they’ll make it through the night, make it through the few hours left until morning

the few people on deck are mostly tied to stable things with rope so that no one goes overboard

but what no one expects is for a section of rope to snap, taking san with it

people start screaming and grabbing for him and yunho literally lunges for san but the wind doesn’t care, it slams him against the railing so hard hongjoong feels his own teeth chatter in his jaw with the power behind that hit

a wave crashes over deck at the same moment and everyone thinks he��s lost.

until a literal banshee screech tears through the wind and waves and you grab san, dragging him away from the railing and back toward jongho, who seizes onto a limp san with strong arms

and you turn around but you turn around too easily, like there isn’t a rope tying you to the mast -

because there isn’t. it snapped when you ran forward to get san

you come to this realization at the same time hongjoong does and he sees the panic in your eyes just as he reaches out to you - now there’s nothing tying you down, nothing to keep you from being swept away by the next wave, nothing but his fingertips just touching yours -

but it’s too late. water crashes over hongjoong and salt stings his eyes and when he opens them, there’s one less shadow on the deck than there should be

and there is no sound of screaming from the water below.

for days afterwards the only thing hongjoong can see is the look of terror in your eyes just before the wave stole his sight and your outstretched hand away

and all he can think is how he should’ve been stronger. faster. braver. literally anything

you two always joked that he’d be the first to go because he never took care of himself but death caught you first

and it isn’t fair

it isn’t like hongjoong hasn’t lost crew members before - he has. but the loss of someone so close, someone who’s been with him for over a decade, someone who knows him better than he knows himself almost breaks him. there isn’t even a body left to burn or bury. you’ve been lost to the water that hongjoong thought of as home

it still is his home. the movement of water comforts him far more than solid land ever did, but there’s a new fear, a new respect for mother nature whenever he stares at the shining blue waves that killed you

eventually he recovers with the help of his crew, and they go on to look for the treasure. there are adventures along the way and throughout each of them, hongjoong thinks of what it would be like if you were there, fighting by his side

and then they find the treasure, after years of pillaging and exploring. they find the treasure and when hongjoong approaches the center of the island, the only thoughts running through his mind are of you, what you would do if you were here, what you would say, how you’d look at him with pride and that little smirk he loved to kiss off your face

he attempts to open the treasure trove and an apparition appears, the apparition that guards it. hongjoong’s ready for the wisp of smoke

until it turns into you.

but it isn’t you. bitterness twists your familiar eyes and a deep, betrayed frown downturns your lips and hongjoong is paralyzed - it’s you but at the same time it isn’t -

then you open your mouth

and with the same voice that used to remind him to take care of himself, the same voice that used to remind him you loved him

you ask why he wasn’t faster. why he wasn’t stronger. why he didn’t manage to pull you out of the wave and save you, why he failed when it came to you

it hits him like arrows to the chest because these are all thoughts hongjoong himself has had. they plagued him for days, months, years even after your death, and even now, they still do - but his crew has managed to help him keep those thoughts at bay recently, because deep down, they know and he knows that you would never think that way

yet here you are, expression bitter and angry, speaking those same thoughts seonghwa reassured him you would never say

he can’t open the trove that day. he comes back again. and again. and again and again and again but every time he breaks down at the sight of the loathing in your face and it isn’t until seonghwa and jongho literally drag him back to the ship and set sail again that he stops

but the apparition haunts him now, mixed with visions of you disappearing from his fingertips as the wave tosses you overboard

and this time, hongjoong doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover.

seonghwa (boatswain, later quartermaster)

warnings: cursing, death, blood, implied physical abuse (nothing explicitly described)

so seonghwa didn’t live on the streets from the start like hongjoong or san, he actually came from nobility

look at his face and tell me it isn’t noble. yeah you can’t that’s what i fucking thought

anyway yeah, he was born into a noble family and pretty much lived that way until like his late teens or something when pirates ransacked his town, killed his family, and took him hostage

but we’re not going to unpack all of that yet so let’s go back in time to when seonghwa was still a member of nobility

his family was famous for being kind. like a lot of other nobles in other towns were snobby assholes who didn’t give two shits about the common people

and maybe it’s just because seonghwa’s family was nobility in a smaller town and as such knew a lot of commoners/peasants more closely plus the fact that they were never really rich rich, their title just comes from some wealthy ancestor and they’ve managed to keep it throughout the years

but yeah, seonghwa’s family isn’t universally hated among the peasantry because they’re actually decent fucking people and they protect those under them

so seonghwa learns from a young age to be kind and pleasant and as he grows older, he learns how to run the estate, how to play politics with the kingdom and the town, all that good stuff

and with all of that comes marriage, too

it might’ve been a problem if there was no one around that he liked but luckily you’ve been a fixture in seonghwa’s life since he was very young

your family is also nobility in a nearby small town and it’s actually perfect - you’re the younger sibling, so you don’t inherit the estate, but you do have a sharp mind and qualities that a family would be looking for when they try to find someone to marry their son off to

what makes everything even better is that since you’ve been around for a long time, seonghwa is head over heels in love with you and you’re head over heels in love with him

classic childhood friends to lovers

when you visited seonghwa’s town, he’d take you to the marketplace to meet people and you’d do the same for him

at balls, you would dance with each other as much was deemed appropriate by high society

someone’s kid got lost one time and seonghwa had carried her around with you, singing softly as you asked around for the kid’s parents until they were found

needless to say at this point your villages know the two of you very well and it isn’t just your parents rooting for this marriage lmao

so you get engaged and all and you aren’t going to marry until a few years later, you’re too young at the moment and both of you would prefer a little more freedom before you have to settle down

but at the engagement ceremony you exchanged rings and you two haven’t taken them off since, so it serves as a reminder of your bond

not like you need a reminder anyway - seonghwa is a dream come true, and there’s no way you would ever voluntarily leave him. ever.

except nothing ever goes to plan especially in my universes so pirates attack just a year before you two are supposed to be married

you’re in seonghwa’s town visiting his family when the attack happens and both of you have just witnessed both of his parents being cut down before your eyes and you’re pulling seonghwa out of the estate, hoping to escape in the flood of screaming and fleeing people

but someone knocks you down as seonghwa yells your name

his hand loosens from yours and you try to grab at him but he just gets further and further away

you scream for him but someone else is already dragging him in the opposite direction and that’s the last you see of him

somehow you escape and manage to get back to your own village but seonghwa’s entire family is dead

there’s no reason to believe he survived either

and from that day on you grow a hatred of pirates so strong that you leave your family to join the navy just so you can take your revenge on those who took seonghwa and his family away from you

most of the navy recruits are children of former or current members, you’re the odd one out with your noble manners and method of speech

but you adapt quickly and desire for revenge fuels your motivation to keep moving, to keep getting better no matter how many times people knock you down

it’s for seonghwa and his family. always for them.

you finish training with high honors and when you’re assigned to a fleet, you actually make a bit of a name for yourself - pirates don’t know who you are, exactly, but they’ve given you a nickname based on your appearance and it gets passed around in hushed whispers whenever it’s rumored that a navy fleet is coming to port

anyway that’s you. let’s move on to seonghwa

seonghwa isn’t dead (obviously), he was taken hostage because he’s young and strong and the pirates who took him thought he’d be a decent cabin boy or something, or maybe even a sailor

so seonghwa ends up working on that ship

the pirates really do not treat him well, the only moments of respite he gets are in sleep or when they dock sometimes

there are nights where seonghwa just wishes a huge storm would crack the ship in half and leave them all to drown, he has nothing to live for anymore - his parents are dead and he doesn’t even want to think about what might’ve happened to you

but spite fuels him and keeps him alive

seonghwa isn’t all that much of a goody two shoes after all - he knows how to use a sword and learns quickly. he also acts well and adapts

which is why eventually, he gains enough tentative trust from the crew that he won’t run away, so he’s allowed to explore the towns a little before the ship makes their attack wherever they are

but little do they know seonghwa is patient, observant, and has always been looking for the right time to slip away

so when the pirates do attack, seonghwa runs off and hides in the next town, where he meets hongjoong + his partner who have just gotten themselves a ship

so seonghwa joins the tiny crew of hongjoong’s pirate ship

he has reservations at first about the whole pirate thing, given who offed his entire family (and you - he thinks you’re dead and who can blame him?), but seonghwa quickly learns hongjoong isn’t a mindless pillager or killer. he protects his crew and he has a purpose that he’s driven to fulfill - find the treasure and have a few adventures on the way. that’s all

he’s the first of the crew to join hongjoong besides his partner, and the three of them grow very close as the years pass

seonghwa starts out as the ship’s boatswain, keeping track of supplies and the ship’s general maintenance - he’s good at that, seeing as he has a sharp eye for detail and things that seem off, so he knows when people have been sneaking food (read: wooyoung)

hongjoong may be the captain, but the crew likes to joke that seonghwa is the one who actually keeps the ship running

he’s always there to listen to the newer members’ fears, their stories, or just to sit with them in comforting silence so they know they’re not alone

because if there’s anything seonghwa knows, it’s the horrible feeling of being completely alone, cut off from all those who once loved him

when hongjoong’s partner dies, seonghwa takes on the role of caring aggressively for hongjoong (aka asking the captain to come to his room)

albeit it’s in different ways because no one could ever replace the captain’s quartermaster. even if seonghwa technically holds the title now, it’s really in name only. yeah seonghwa fulfills the same duties, but everyone agrees - even him - that a void was left when hongjoong’s partner died, a void that’s closed up a little but will never fully leave

so time passes like this, seonghwa as a pirate, you in the navy, both completely unaware that the other is fully alive

until your crew receives word that a small pirate ship is going to be docking in a nearby port and you rush to meet it there

the fight is bloody and dirty, neither side playing fair

but you keep fighting, not stopping until you corner a pirate in an empty alley of the town

both of you have your swords out and there’s so much blood and grime on your faces that you can barely see

but there’s something familiar in the pirate’s expression. something in his eyes

something that makes you pause.

and then the bloody afternoon sunlight catches on something metal on his finger

a ring. a very familiar ring

identical, actually, to the one still on your hand.

seonghwa reaches the conclusion at the same time you do and for a moment it’s kind of funny like that spiderman meme

you two are just staring wide-eyed at each other while individual battles rage around you

seonghwa’s reeling - yes, the nickname that his crew had tossed around did get at some of your features, but never once in his entire life did he think that the navy fighter everyone feared so much would be you

somehow, even with all the dirt and blood caking your skin, you look as beautiful as ever

but the shattered look in your eyes is nothing he’s ever seen before.

meanwhile you’ve just gone slack with betrayal, betrayal at the knowledge that pirates killed seonghwa’s entire family yet he ended up on a pirate ship anyway, fighting battles for the fucking ship

he looks the same - a little older, a little more mature, his lips are still full and his eyes still beautiful with that same nose you loved to kiss so many years ago

but god, every cell in your body aches to scream, to rip him apart for this betrayal he made to everything you two stood for

(deep down you know there must be a reason for this - seonghwa doesn’t make decisions lightly, if he joined a pirate ship and is fighting for them, there has to be some reason why)

(but in the moment you can only feel the fury and betrayal that your former fiancé and the love of your life, the same person who was kidnapped by pirates and whose family was killed by pirates, has joined a crew)

except you can’t kill him. you know you can’t

and neither can he. you’re standing in front of him, his literal enemy - he’s trained over the years to become ruthless to those who aren’t members of his crew, to show no mercy

but at the sight of your eyes and the ring still on your finger, all of that training just shatters

you barely even exchange words. all you do is look at each other and then at the rings still on your hands, a promise unwillingly broken

it crosses your mind to take it off and throw it in the dust, show just how much that ring means to you when seonghwa’s betrayed you so badly

but just like you can’t kill him, you can’t take off the ring, even if it feels like it’s choking the circulation out of your finger

because even after all this time, you still love him. you still love seonghwa as much as he loves you

seonghwa just watches you level your sword at him, the blade positioning itself over his throat

he can’t kill you. he won’t. he knows that and he’s willing to accept his death at your hands

but you don’t do it. you just say, in a voice that’s broken beyond repair

if i see your face ever again, i swear on every god that exists that i will kill you

and you storm out of the alley, leaving a shaking seonghwa behind

(he doesn’t see it, but you can barely hold your sword steady either)

the fight ends a few hours later, seonghwa helps carry the injured back to the ship and set sail

it isn’t until hongjoong pulls him aside and tells him to wash up that he realizes just how tired he is

but even then, he can’t sleep. he ends up on deck, sitting against the rails, looking up at the night sky full of cold, twinkling stars as the ship bobs in the waves

hongjoong’s steering and asks him what’s wrong

seonghwa doesn’t say anything. it isn’t because hongjoong would throw him overboard for knowing a member of the navy, seonghwa’s proven himself loyal many times over and hongjoong knows that

but because even though hongjoong knows about his past and even about you, seonghwa doesn’t know what to say

he doesn’t know how to verbalize the vision of you, bloody and dirty, carrying a sword and wearing the ring he put on your hand so many years ago

he doesn’t know how to explain the achingly vivid picture of you painted in his mind, clearly older and more mature, having grown into your features over the years and still as gorgeous as ever

but worst of all, he doesn’t know how to describe the absolutely shattered look in your eyes, broken shards of glass fragmenting your expression as you took in his face, his body, the clothes and look of a pirate

seonghwa knows he couldn’t give up this life now, not after all that hongjoong has done and sacrificed for him, maybe he’d have tried to explain that to you if time had allowed it. he might even have asked you to come with him

but something tells him you wouldn’t have cared because in your eyes, he betrayed you, betrayed his family and yours

and it hurts. it hurts knowing he pained you this badly because after all this time, seonghwa still loves you

it’s why he never took off the ring, after all.

right now he honestly doesn’t know which is worse - thinking you’re dead and that he’ll never see you again, or knowing you’re alive but that you hate him and will kill him on sight the next time you meet

moonlight glitters mockingly on the ring on his finger, once a reminder of you and a promise of love

now a reminder of that same promise broken, and a new promise made - one that secures his death, should he ever come face to face with his love again.

yunho (able-bodied sailor (ABS), later boatswain)

warnings: cursing

ah yes yunho. resident teddy bear who the new recruits think is just very soft - like why is he even on a pirate ship?

then the first battle comes around and they see yunho tearing around like a demon

and suddenly it all makes sense

anyway yunho really is a teddy bear most of the time - along with seonghwa, he’s the one that new recruits go to the most when they don’t know what’s happening because he’s kind and willing to explain if he’s got a bit of time

however if you come for anyone this man cares about, you’re fucked with around ten capital Fs

yunho knows how to handle the sword at his belt, plus several other types of weapons as well

honestly probably only san and hongjoong are more skilled at fighting than yunho is

but moving on! yunho started out as one of the able-bodied sailors (that’s what they’re called on the site i’m using), essentially semi-skilled but not really specialized in specific roles of the ship

however when hongjoong’s partner was swept away in the storm, seonghwa became quartermaster and chose yunho to take over his previous boatswain duties

because yunho’s responsible and he knows what he’s doing, he also followed seonghwa around a lot when he was a bit younger so he’s learned more or less what a boatswain does - plus, he’s a quick learner, so anything he doesn’t know already seonghwa can teach him quickly

and because yunho’s now boatswain and is in charge of supplies on the ship, he spends a lot of time in the towns at every port where they legally dock because supplies!

which is how he meets you

you’re a commoner just trying to run your little grocery store, and times have been tough until yunho passes by your place and buys some fruit

throughout his brief stay in the town he comes by again and again and gives you enough business on his own to kickstart your life again

(but like let’s also not forget that a bunch of kids - boys and girls alike - start crowding in to see what this hot older dude is doing at this little grocery store)

so you’re eternally grateful to one jung yunho for helping you get back on your feet even if it was unintentional

and the next time the ship has docked in this port, you make sure to thank him effusively for it

because it isn’t just you that you’re trying to support - you have family too and you were never exactly the wealthiest, so the added business really means a lot to you regardless of whether yunho intended to have such an effect or not

yunho just blushes and says he’s happy to have helped, then tries to wave away the small bundle of groceries you give him for free

you think you’ve succeeded but yunho is Smooth and drops a small sack of coins into your front pocket just before he disappears into the market crowd

which is the start of your crush on the handsome guy named jung yunho who smiles like a teddy bear and has the sparkling eyes to match

meanwhile yunho has had a fucking crush on you since he passed by the grocery that first time

which is why he came back a second and a third time during that first visit

and why he keeps coming back, visit after visit until he’s staying in the store way past the time he should be returning to the ship and eventually kissing you in the moonlight just outside the store before he walks you home

you feel like you’re on cloud nine after that first kiss - yunho is everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner

your family loves him too, based on the encounters they’ve had the few times he was around when they were there

the only thing that worries you is the fact that he spends so much time... elsewhere

you’re well aware of the fact that he doesn’t live here, not even close by - you’ve seen the ships docked in port and yunho’s told you enough for you to understand that he travels for his living

but ateez is skilled at camouflaging themselves as not pirates, but something more benign - traveling merchants, things like that

and with yunho coming to town every so often with the purpose of restocking the ship, it isn’t so hard to believe

but as time goes on you start to grow a little suspicious

you’ll never take traveling away from yunho, as much as you’d like to settle down with him you know that the sea is his first love just as he’s yours, and you would never force him to choose

you can satisfy yourself just knowing he’ll come back to visit, no matter what

but sometimes you prod a little more and it’s uneasy the way yunho just clams up

because normally he’s happy to talk about anything and everything

but out of wishful thinking + the desire to pretend nothing is wrong, you just ignore it

until one night you’re out on a walk and you hear a familiar voice discussing routes and paths with a different, unfamiliar voice

but the first one you know

because it’s yunho

they’re talking about treasure and ships and how much gold they have and what they need

pirates

you try to reason it all away, try to spin their words in a way that makes them out to merely be the traveling merchants you always assumed they were

but then you realize - yunho never said that to you. it was always just your assumption

he never lied, but he never told you the truth

and now you have to face it on your own - yunho is part of a crew of pirates and there’s no reasoning it away

especially when you see the blades strapped to their sides glinting in the moonlight

the night is long and yunho doesn’t come by the next day, so you have time to think

and by the time he does come around, you’ve made a decision

that day, stone cold and unwavering, you tell him you want nothing more to do with him. even as your heart cracks at the dawning horror and shame and pain on yunho’s face, you tell him that on no account can you be found dealing with pirates

if it were just you, you might risk a little more, consider keeping this relationship with yunho a little longer

but you don’t live in a place that’s known for its sympathy to pirates - it isn’t a royal navy haven, exactly, but it isn’t lawless either

and you have a family to protect, too. the grocery store is all you have and if someone found out you were having a dalliance with a pirate, that might be taken away from you

yunho is crushed, absolutely crushed when he hears you and sees you speaking this way

part of him wants to get angry because you’ve been together for this long - what changes just because you found out he’s a pirate?

but he understands, even though he doesn’t want to. he understands that you have a family you need to protect and that a relationship with a pirate will only jeopardize that

it’s what he would do, right, if his own family, his crew mates, were also in danger? if he had a relationship with someone who would put them in harm’s way, he’d cut it off just as you did

so that day, you both part ways. neither of you expects to see the other ever again

and for several years, it seems that way

your family stops asking about that nice traveling merchant who looked at you with the sweetest smile

and seonghwa helps yunho out of his stupor. he understands, after all - his own love swore to kill him if they ever met again

broken hearts eventually heal, cracks still visible but no longer gaping wide, and life goes on

until yunho bursts into your little store one day, eyes wide and face white

you almost don’t recognize him at first - besides the fact that it’s been several years, you’ve never seen him look this frazzled

but once you do recognize him it’s like all those years fall away and you’re in love with him again, reaching out to touch him and ask him what’s wrong, despite the words you spoke that last day

yunho grabs your hands in a vice grip when you reach out and in the most serious voice you’ve ever heard him use, he tells you to get out of here with everyone you love

because other pirates are coming to attack.

it takes you a second to register his words when he first says them because what - pirates? what would they ever want to do with your little village?

but the fear in yunho’s eyes makes it clear he’s telling the truth

so all you do is nod and squeeze his hands unconsciously, maybe, before picking up your things and running down the path back home

yunho doesn’t follow, not at first. he stays back a little to warn the other families he grew closer with during his visits to you, the kind people who welcomed him when he was here

some believe him, some don’t, and they all have the same look of fear in their eyes once they realize what yunho truly is

he doesn’t care, though - it doesn’t matter how much that fear hurts him, as long as they get out safe, that’s all that matters

yunho catches up to you just as you’re leaving the house. your family starts raising questions but you cut them off with a glare, and one of the older members of the family just herds everyone away to give you and yunho a last moment of space

except you don’t say anything. neither of you do

it’s half not knowing what to say after so many years apart

but it’s also half knowing exactly what the other is thinking, even after so many years apart

at some point yunho took your hands and now your touch just makes it painfully clear that even though he loved you, still loves you, none of this was ever meant to be

maybe in another lifetime, in a more perfect universe, but not this one

and the same thoughts are running through your head as you squeeze his fingers, rough and scarred from all his time on the sea

he pulls you close, presses a kiss on your forehead

you rest your head against his shoulder and whisper thank you as you squeeze him one last time

when you pull away, there’s apology in both your gazes - you for breaking things apart so painfully, yunho for having the profession he does

but there’s also acceptance and gratitude for years well spent in your love

(and of that love, much of it still remains)

you return to your family, who’s still waiting, leaving yunho behind

and one more time before you leave forever, you look back

he’s still there, watching you go

you let yourself smile again, once more

yunho lets himself smile too as he waves goodbye

it’s the goodbye you should have had the last time you parted, instead of the forced coldness and biting words you used to cut your relationship apart, and regret pinches deep in your chest

but you can only be grateful for the second chance to say farewell, so you wave too, exchanging one last smile before you disappear

neither of you sees the other ever again.

yeosang (sailing master)

warnings: cursing, death, semi-graphic depiction of blood, implied drowning

hehet

guys i love this dude he’s so fucking cute i want to pat his head all the time

not in a bias way he’s just v cute and i adore him

ok this is supposed to be a pirate au not me yelling about how beautiful one kang yeosang can be so let’s start

yeosang is sailing master of hongjoong’s ship, which means he’s in charge of navigation and following the maps and all

and he’s very good at his job! yeosang’s very smart and knows what he’s doing, also is very observant so if he sees something’s wrong in a map or something he will actually make notes and fix things so next time the crew is prepared

spends most of his time up in the crow’s nest because that’s the best vantage point from where he can see other ships and/or land

except sometimes he speaks a little too softly so he has to yell like five times for whoever’s steering to hear him

(wooyoung likes to joke that he should be the one up in the nest because he’s loud as fuck but then yeosang reminds him of that one time he tried to read a map but it was upside down and yeosang was the one who managed to put them back on course)

(wooyoung then shuts up)

yeosang was born in a relatively well-off family, not nobility or anything but they had some money which meant he was educated

and he ended up being pretty good at math n stuff and really like screwing around with the maps he’d find in his parents’ small library

except his parents died of a plague when he was little, and he got sent to live in an orphanage

he took the maps and books with him and that’s where he grew up until wooyoung came around

you know that video where yeosang says he was v innocent and didn’t know how the world worked and his parents were worried about him until he became friends with wooyoung? yeah that’s essentially what’s at play here

before they met yeosang was pretty much just in his own little world. didn’t interact much with the other orphans and the orphanage owners really did not give a shit so he just sat in his corner reading and rereading books n shit that he’d taken from his home

but when yeosang turned idk let’s say sixteen he met wooyoung on the streets

and for some reason??? wooyoung took a liking to yeosang despite the fact that yeosang would barely give him the time of the day

in fact yeosang liked wooyoung’s partner much more

(which made wooyoung a little jealous but we’ll talk more about that later)

(i’ll just say it wasn’t romantic but wooyoung can be a blind little shit sometimes so you see where this is going)

but eventually woosang + woo’s partner become good friends

woo + partner have avoided the orphanage their whole life, just making their own living on the streets

until one day they come to yeosang with news that there’s a pirate ship willing to take them on

and they want yeosang to come with them.

to yeosang it sounds like half a dream and half some ludicrous fantasy - first of all it’s a pirate ship, what can he even do there?

second of all IT’S A PIRATE SHIP, THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE

but because wooyoung is wooyoung and his partner is his partner they manage to convince yeosang to give up his half-life at the orphanage - he’s not doing anything there anyway, and at least now he might be able to travel and see the places he’s only marked on maps

and hongjoong is actually ecstatic to have yeosang on board because even though seonghwa can do some navigation, he was never the best at geography n stuff even when he was taking lessons as a noble so having someone who knows maps and details of different lands, even if he’s never seen them before, is a blessing

they all settle in on the ship together and for a while, life goes somewhat well for yeosang. the ship is small and they haven’t really built up a major reputation yet so a lot of the other pirate ships either ignore them or just literally don’t see them

which gives yeosang time to learn swordplay and other skills he needs as a pirate

and as time goes on, the crew grows larger, they gain recognition on the seas, and one night as he sits drinking on the deck with woosan + woo’s partner under the stars, he admits to himself that he feels happy

but then you come along

ateez has just won a battle against a smaller ship that you happen to be the sailing master of

except unlike sailing master yeosang, you fucking hate it there because everyone’s a bitch and willing to stab someone in the back in order to get in the captain’s good graces

and get this: the captain is still fucking alive after the battle and you just want to be anywhere but there

so in a fit of desperation you’re like LET ME ON YOUR FUCKING SHIP I HATE IT HERE MY CAPTAIN’S A BITCH I WISH HE’D DIED

which... impresses hongjoong

and it’s like?? it leaves the other ship without a sailing master so mayhaps they’re even more fucked than hongjoong intended

so you get welcomed onto the crew!

and of course it takes a few weeks/months to actually feel your welcome, ateez will give chances to newcomers but they have to prove themselves too

but you end up doing that when you almost beat mf jung yunho in a mock sword fight on your fifth try - which is basically unheard of in the crew since literally only san and hongjoong are better fighters than him

so everyone pretty much accepts you after that

except yeosang

it’s kind of stupid - he’s really just jealous that you’re also a sailing master, he’s afraid that he won’t be seen as useful anymore now that you’ve come along (and with better sword skills too)

and it doesn’t help that you get along so easily with woosan + the others, who are supposed to be yeosang’s friends

so this dumb fucking rivalry now exists between the two sailing masters of hongjoong’s ship, one jealous and the other just confused but going along with it

it gives seonghwa many headaches and hongjoong even more

but despite everything, no matter how much the other crew members try to talk you too out of it you both just point at each other and are like he/they are a bitch. you expect me to get along with a bitch ???

(jongho: i mean yeah you both get along with woosan so)

(woosan: ready to fight but not really because jongho has Strength)

so yeah you two are enemies in the loosest sense, like you try not to let the rivalry get in the way of actual pirate business but otherwise you’re either arguing or giving each other the cold shoulder

hongjoong wants to fucking cry because you two actually work very well together when the time calls for it, but you just refuse to deal with each other otherwise

until his partner dies in the storm.

the entire crew is in shock, the mood dampened for the next few months as hongjoong grieves

san is also blaming himself even though it isn’t his fault that his rope snapped, even less his fault that their rope snapped

and everyone is miserable

after a few days, you walk up to yeosang and are like. hey. we need to put whatever this is behind us, at least for now - hongjoong doesn’t need to deal with our bullshit on top of what he already has, and san needs as much support as he can get

yeosang agrees and a truce is formed

it’s awkward at first - you’re used to tossing around jabs like nobody’s business and you’ve kind of forgotten how to interact with each other without hurling insults

but after a few weeks you and yeosang are at least on normal speaking terms

no one says anything but you can see seonghwa’s eyes sparkling in relief whenever you two are seamlessly navigating the ship together, or when one hops into the crow’s nest to take over from the other without a word

and during that time, you and yeosang grow a little closer, whether you realize it or not

telling the other to go take a break, i’ll watch for a little while or this map looks a little off, wasn’t the mountain a little closer to the next kingdom?

one night, yeosang almost collapses of exhaustion, and you make him drink water before carrying him to bed

another night he finds you poring over maps at ass o’clock in the morning and forces you to sleep

small things like that help you grow closer over time, and eventually, you start going back to insulting each other - except it’s not really insulting, just teasing

you two will banter when working together or yell at each other to go the fuck to sleep you dimwit

and you’d like to think that it makes hongjoong feel a little better, too, when he eventually pulls himself out of his stupor and begins acting a little more like his old self again

san too - the cracked glass look in his eyes eventually fades, and he starts to smile again

life goes on - the search for the treasure never stops

and as the years go by you maybe start to see yeosang as more than a crew mate, then more than a friend

yeosang feels the same

but beyond small touches and banter and reminders to take care of yourselves, you never say anything because you two are COWARDS

which is something you will regret for the rest of your life.

one day you end up in a battle with a ship bigger than you’ve fought before

hongjoong had tried to steer you out of the way, but the ship just followed and eventually a fight was inevitable

it’s bloody and horrible, you and san are fighting back to back while wooyoung and yeosang are occupied somewhere closer to the crow’s nest

and you don’t even have time to think, it’s all just slash and stab and kill if you can

so at first, you don’t realize it when wooyoung goes down with a pained yell and yeosang is left alone

you cut down one pirate who’s been giving you trouble and spin to help wooyoung but then you catch sight of yeosang scrambling up the crow’s nest, out of reach of the pirate trying to cut his ankles

and your blood freezes. because though yeosang is a good fighter, if he’s trying to escape rather than fight...

something has gone very wrong.

you see it in his dangling leg and yeosang’s face contorted with pain as he hauls himself into the nest - his ankle is hurt, broken or twisted or something

but the other pirate doesn’t have such an injury. and just as yeosang falls into the nest, he begins to climb up

you ry to go over to help but another pirate blocks your way and you’re forced to forego helping yeosang because the stupid enemies just won't stop coming

you try to believe that he’ll be fine even as blood coats your vision, as you try to fight your own battle against a seemingly endless enemy

until there’s an earsplitting yell from above and you look up to see yeosang double over in pain

both you and san exchange a single glance before trying to push through the throng to climb up, even though the sinking feeling in your chest tells you it’ll be too late

the pirate fighting yeosang stabs him, eliciting another yell - you swear you feel yeosang’s blood spatter all the way down onto your head as you rush over

but you stop, eyes wide with horror when the pirate lifts up yeosang’s limp body, streaming blood

and throws him out of the nest.

later, wooyoung will tell you that your scream was what stopped the battle. he isn’t even joking, he��s deadly serious - people stopped fighting because you screamed so loud

you don’t even remember screaming. you only remember watching yeosang’s body sail through the air and racing to the ship’s edge, hand reaching out in a futile effort to catch him before he falls

for less than half a second, you meet yeosang’s eyes, blown wide with terror and pain

and then his body crashes beneath the ocean waves

someone holds you back from jumping over the railing. you kick and thrash but they don’t let go

your throat is raw from screaming yeosang’s name over and over and over because he can’t be dead, he can’t be - yeosang can swim, you know he can

but he had horrible injuries, and the pain mixed with seawater very well could have killed him before he even had the chance to drown

you keep screaming until your voice dies and your yells turns to sobs and you start begging, begging for him to come back

but his familiar blond head never resurfaces.

yeosang dies that day, dragged beneath the waves

taking a piece of your heart with him, too.

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(1 reblog = 1 prayer for me I'm going to need like 10 years of rest after this much angst)

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Moment In Time

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: None

Chapter 10 - Final Chapter

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‘S.O.S’.

Three letters make your heart drop to your stomach. They also make you jump off your couch, practically sprinting up the steps to your room. Throwing the closet door open you go straight to the back and grab your uniform, making quick work of putting it on and grabbing your equipment before you leave.

Making a call to one of the men in your life who wouldn’t hesitate to look out for you, Nick Fury. He doesn’t waste a second arranging the transportation you need and in little to no time you’re saying a quick thank you to him as you walk onto the jet.

Before you take off, you send a reply, ‘omw’.

Those three letters bring a smile onto Natasha’s face. She isn’t surprised that it only took half an hour for you to reply, in fact it’s one of the main reasons she messaged you of all people.

Looking up from the watch on her wrist, she says,“ don’t worry fellas, we’ll be out of here in no time.”

The two members of her team in the room look over at the redhead. She has a confident smirk on her face and that makes everyone curious.

Given their current situation of being holed up in this single room in the base of their enemy as said enemy plans whatever it is on the other side of the door, they didn’t see much reason to be confident.

Steve huffs, hands planted firmly on his hips as he continues to pace the room as he tries to form a plan. Sam picks at a thread on his pants, no doubt waiting for a plan to follow.

But one wasn’t needed.

It took half an hour for you to reply and another hour before you got there.

Your presence was first made known to Natasha. Her watch vibrates and she looks down to find a winking emoji on her screen.

She rolls her eyes, holding back a laugh and stands up, preparing to leave.

A moment later there’s a knock on the other end of the thick metal door.

“Please stand clear of the bombay doors.” The voice is deep but she knows it’s you.

Not saying a word, she steps to the far side of the room. Sam and Steve both frown, but follow suit.

A faint hissing sound is heard, followed by a small but steady flow of smoke around the door, then it creeks before falling off the hinges.

It slams against the concrete floor and you step through the dissipating smoke.

Your eyes flick over the three people in the room and you smile.“ For a bunch of prisoners, you look good.” You tease, eyes lingering on the redhead.

Steve walks up to you, holding his hand out for you to shake.“ I wasn’t expecting to see you on the other side of the door.”

“Well I’m nothing if not unexpected.” You pat his shoulder.“ Now, let’s get out of here shall we?”

The three follow you out of the cell and down the halls, noting the unconscious bodies of the guards they were previously walked past. Sam and Steve are close behind you, Natasha behind them.

She finds it beyond adorable how your gaze continuously falls back on her. The look in your eyes lets her know you’re checking on her.

Very reminiscent of the first day you two met, Natasha watches you work your way through this enemy base, taking down the few guards who interrupt your path.

You stop on the way to get their confiscated weapons back and then you’re out of the building.

A fire fight quickly approaches. Enemies pour from the building as you escape, each of you returning fire. Not a single bullet on your end is fatal but it definitely debilitates the targets.

One glance back however, reveals a group larger than you expected. It was like watching clowns climb out of their little cars. The facility didn’t look anywhere near big enough for all those people to be inside.

“New plan. You three move ahead to the jet, I’ll lead them away.” Instant words of protest come from the three teammates at your words and you roll your eyes.“ We can’t keep running and lead them to our getaway. I’ll be fine.”

With no room to protest, you break away but not before planting small explosives on a few trees ahead of you. You blew the charges, the trees falling and cutting the enemies off from following the three.

You don’t get a chance to boast about that going just as you planned, because you quickly notice a presence at your side. When you look over you’re tempted to stop running.

“Natasha what the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be with Sam and Steve.”

Shots continue to ring out behind you, the hightech weapons your enemies have burn holes in the trees around you.

“Dammit.” You pull out your communicator, connecting with the jet you flew here and you’re pleased that Steve answers.“ I need you to bring the jet to me-” you pause and look to your side,“ to us.”

He doesn’t hesitate in agreeing. It takes much more running, some retaliation shooting, and a few more mini bombs. In no time you break from the tree line, a small group of enemies still on your trail as the jet lands a few feet away.

You think you’re in the clear, your shots effectively chipping away at the few enemies who still come. But your foot is barely in the jet when Natasha gets hit.

It’s like everything slows down. You watch her fall to the metal floor of the jet, her exclamation of pain is loud and clear in your ears, and once it’s over your heart pounds.

Snapping back in an instant, you pick her up, quickly moving her to lay on the chairs off to the side as you shout for Steve to take off.

You rush to grab a cloth big enough to cover her wound, then press it against said wound.

“Hey Romanoff, keep those eyes open.” You pat her cheek, looking into her eyes as they already start to droop.

It’s unclear if she’s losing a lot of blood, the cloth doesn’t seem to be taking much on but she’s quickly drifting off as if she is.

You try your best to remain calm, watching her eyes flutter shut and not open back up despite you calling her name and shaking her.

“Rogers, pick up the pace!” You don’t mean to shout like you do but your worry skyrockets.

It doesn’t go away either. While it only takes a short half hour to get back to the compound it feels like forever. The wheels of the jet are barely on the ground before you’re opening the jet doors and carrying Natasha out.

You rush her to the medbay, Dr. Cho and the rest of her team coming over instantly. She has you set Natasha on a bed and they roll her away. Dr. Cho asks you what happened after you tell her she disappears after Natasha.

You’re left standing there, heart pounding as you wish more than anything that she’s okay.

With nothing left to do, you step back into the designated waiting area and you sigh.

What do you do when the woman you love is injured and rushed to emergency? You worry, and hope, and you stay by her side unless absolutely necessary that you leave.

Since the moment you landed you were right there in the waiting room, pacing back and forth while Natasha was in surgery, hoping with all hope that she’d be okay. Even after her surgery, having been informed that everything went smoothly, you were planted firmly in the chair right beside her bed once again hoping.

You didn’t move, keeping her hand clutched in yours as you waited for her to wake up. Your worry, that had gone away when she came out of surgery, returned when she didn’t wake up. Dr. Cho said she was fine, minimal blood loss and they were able to use their fancy tech from Ultron to patch up the wound, so why she wasn’t waking up was lost on you.

As the team flows in and out of the room over the course of the passing hours, you know their suspicions regarding you and Natasha were coming to a head.

They’d been speculating for weeks. Watching as Natasha and you snuck around. The two of you never slipped on the PDA side of things but they’d been around Natasha and you enough to notice something was up and connecting the dots became easier as they saw you at her bedside.

It’s not until the second day of Natasha still being asleep that you leave. Steve coming in and telling you that you should go get some proper rest, freshen up, and that Peggy was asking for you. To you, the first two reasons aren’t good enough to leave but if Peggy was asking for you, you couldn’t ignore it.

So reluctantly you do so. Heading home to take a quick nap, showering and changing, before you go to see Peggy.

During your visit, Natasha wakes up. Wanda and Steve are in the room, chatting away as her eyes slowly open. The first thing she notices when her eyes adjust to the bright lighting is that you aren’t here.

It’s odd because she swears you were, she could feel the weight of a hand wrapped around hers and if there’s one thing she’d gotten used to over the past ten months, it was the way your skin felt against hers.

“Wh-” she clears her throat and pushes herself up to sit, ignoring the slight tightness she felt at her side.“ Where’s Y/n?”

Steve’s and Wanda’s gazes snap over to the redhead, their eyes widening as they realize she’s awake.

“Nat, how’re you feeling?” Steve asks, moving his chair closer to Natasha.

Wanda does the same on the other side of the bed, her worried gaze flicking over the woman who she’d grown to see as another mentor.

“I’m fine Steven.” She waves his question off like it’s nothing, her eyes moving over to Wanda who she assumes will answer her question.“ Where’s Y/n?”

The younger woman frowns a little,“ she went home to rest and get clean.”

“Yeah she wasn’t keen on leaving you.” Steve adds, Natasha noting the knowing look he gives her.“ She stayed right there until earlier when I told her Peggy was asking about her.”

“And this is exactly why.”

Every head in the room turned to the door, eyes watching as you walked in with a bouquet of flowers. Nat immediately smiles, heart warming as she sees you.

“Hey stranger.” You wink at her, finding your previous seat and laying the flowers on the bedside table.“ How are you?”

She sighs, fingers twitching towards you as she aches to feel you touch now that she’s awake.“ I’m okay. Side is a little tight but it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

You smile and nod,“ glad to hear it. Thought you were a goner.” You joke making her chuckle.

Her eyes roll, a quiet laugh falling from her lips.

The two of you keep your eyes on each other and Steve looks away as if seeing something he shouldn’t. Subtly he nods to Wanda, who has long since been aware of yours and Natasha’s relationship, and the two leave out.

Once they’re gone, you scoot closer. Like magnets yours and Natasha’s hands find one another, fingers lacing together and squeezing.

“Next time I tell you to move ahead, you move ahead.” You say to her, not once breaking eye contact.

After having gone hours without seeing that beautiful green you refuse to look away.

She shakes her head.“ We were under way too much fire, I was not leaving you alone.”

The corner of your lips quirk up at that, your heart warming at how much she cares for you.“ I could’ve handled Romanoff. What I couldn’t have handled was you being fatally injured.” Your expression shifts to something more serious.“ Not coming home with you, not telling you how I truly feel. And knowing I could’ve changed that outcome. I would’ve been crushed.”

“That wouldn’t have happened because we had each other’s backs. We always do.” Her hand squeezes yours.“ And I’m right here. So there’s no reason not to tell me how you truly feel.”

It was a deep dive, a free fall even to try and get it out of you. Being in love with each other for ten months and not saying the words didn’t seem to make a difference when it came to you and Natasha. Not when it was shown in every action.

You both know how you feel, despite there being no labels on this or yourselves, it was clear as day that you love each other. But Natasha wanted to hear the words, almost as badly as you wanted to say them.

She watches you, the way your gaze drops for a moment and despite not seeing your eyes she knows you’re debating it. When you look back up she smiles because she sees you’re going to tell her.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’d been living in a limbo of sorts, stuck between my past and worrying about the future. But you, every second with you, I never once worried about those things. I’ve never felt a need to dwell in the past or worry about the future when you’re my present.”

Her eyes roll in an overly dramatic way.“ Say the words Y/ln.”

You frown at her rushing.“ How bout you say them.” A teasing tone is in your voice, mixed with a bit of challenging.

“Oh I will.” She counters.

“Do it.”

“You do it.”

A snort breaks through your lips and you shake your head.“ Knew you wouldn’t.”

“I love you.”

You smile, brighter than Natasha has ever seen.“ Was that so hard?”

She drops your hand, more like throws it away and you laugh. A full on laugh, clutching your stomach and dropping your head back. If she weren’t pretending to be annoyed with you she would have smiled.

“Hey,” you push yourself up off the chair, sitting yourself on the edge of her bed, and raising your hand to cup her cheek.“ I love you so much. And I have for so long.”

Natasha bites her lip to hold back her grin, instead nuzzling her cheek against your hand. When the blush rises on her cheeks you pull her closer, pressing your lips to hers.

Both of you are startled out of your moment when Tony’s voice loudly proclaims,“ I knew it!”

Frowning, you look behind you to see not just him, but Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Sam as well.

“Eavesdropping, classy.” You say sarcastically, making to move away, only for Natasha’s fingers to wrap around your arm.

“Lay with me.” She says and you raise your eyebrows.

“You sure?”

Nodding, she scoots over and you don’t argue, sitting beside her and letting her press against you.“ They know now.” She shrugs, laying her head on your shoulder.

Tony nods, standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.“ Yeah we do. And quite frankly I’m disappointed that neither of you told me.”

With a quiet laugh, you wrap your arms around Natasha, listening as he accuses you both of keeping secrets. That just elicits Sam to do the same, Steve starts off on your side saying you have a right to privacy but eventually switches over as he wonders why you didn’t say anything. Wanda just smirks and laughs while Pietro questions what the big deal is.

Admittedly it’s all very amusing and funnily enough neither you or Natasha are given the chance to answer since they all keep talking.

While their chaotically mannered conversation proceeds you can’t help but think that at this moment in time, with the woman you love in your arms and your friends teasing the two of you, you feel happier and more at peace than you ever have.

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dibs4ever · 3 years

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Injured

Ever since Dick and Barbara ended their little summer of being friends with benefits something had changed between them

There was a tenstion between the two 17 year olds.

Not a bad one, they were still best friends, still amazing partners as Batgirl and Robin.

It wasn’t like they fought or anything

But there was this feeling in the air. A slight awkwardness.....a yearning for more, that neither one one of them wanted to talk about.

Neither one wanted to admit to their desires. After all they only did it so they’d loose their virginities and gain experience for future partners.....that was the agreement.

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Dick awoke in a hospital bed in the medbay

Last he remembered he was Robin.

Fighting alongside the team

He went to move letting out a groan at the pain he felt in his left peck, it shot though his shoulder and down his arm

His arm....he couldn't move his arm, it was bandaged tightly and taped onto a splint to immobilize him.

He took notice of his shirtless body. His exposed skin covered by bandaging all around .

“Careful there buddy. You lost over half your blood” a voice spoke

Dick slowly turned his head to see Wally stepping further into the room. He had been leaning on the doorframe observing him apparently

Relieved it wasn't someone who shouldn't know his identity Dick laid back on the fluffy pillow

“What happened “ he groaned

Wally grabbed a medicine bottle, shaking two pain pills into his hand before passing them off to Dick.

Dick gladly took them

“You were shot during the mission two days ago. Which by the way was a success.

You tore an artery and it was a long flight back to the bay. “ Wally began to explain

“Two days....I was out for two days?” Dick’s eyes widened

Wally nodded “Like I said you lost a lot of blood, you tore an artery actually. I guess we're all thankful BG jumped in.”

Dick’s eyes lit up “Batgirl...she okay?”

Wally nodded “She was like magic you would've been proud. On the ship. She unzipped her suit and pulled off an undershirt she just happened to be wearing. She stuck it into your bullet wound and dug around til she found the artery. “ Wally smiled “She kept her fingers pressed in that hole for 20 minutes to slow down the bleeding. Then since she's type O- she donated almost 2 and a half units of blood to you.”

Dick’s eyes widened, he grunted as he tried to sit up “2 and a half units! That's -thats too much.”

Wally shrugged “She insisted dude, honestly she's scary when she's demading.”

Dick smiled “Yeah she is....where is she?”

Wally clicked his tongue and pointed to the other side of the room. In the corner on a plastic chair sat the sleeping red head. Her head rested against the wall.

Wally stood beside Dick’s bed. “She’s been exhausted since we got back. So it's a relief to see her sleeping. Between donating so much blood and refusing to leave your side for anything it's a wonder she's not in a bed right next to you”

The boy in the bed rose an eyebrow “She hasn’t left my side?” He wondered what she possibly had been telling her dad about her whereabouts the last couple days

Wally nodded “Listen Dude ummm not that it’s my business but....she really freaked out when you got hurt. Like the guy that shot you she went at him full force. Then how she jumped into action. You were in and out of consciousness on the ship and even when we had you here it was still touch and got. The emotion I saw in her.” He shook his head “At one point I walked in here on her holding your hand, leaning over you, pressing her forehead to yours and saying ‘Dick please don’t leave me baby I love you so much’ then she pecked your lips. Did I miss something?”

Dick smiled, starting to feel the drugs kicking in. If this conversation continued he might slip up tell him about their secret summer. “No, she was just probably emotional....would you mind waking her.”

Wally smiled “Of course “ he stepped over to the chair and shook her lightly

Barbara shifted before her eyes fluttered open “Wally?” her voice rasped

He smiled “Hey sweetie, he’s awake.”

That woke her, she immediately stood, a relieved smile coming across her face “Dick.”

Be shot her a grin “Hey Babsie.”

She gently fell into him “I thought I might loose you” she whispered

Dick reached up with his good arm and stroked her hair, tears welled in her eyes “Shh I’m okay”

“I’m gonna leave now” Wally thumbed, exiting without much notice

Barbara shook her head against his neck before pulling back to look at him “But what if you weren’t? Dick I don’t know what I’d of done if you’d-“ she paused before saying the word

“Died?” He suggested

Barbara nodded

Dick shrugged “Its a promise we make when taking the job—the possibility of it at least.” He stopped “But for the record I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you either.”

They shared glances. There was that tension feeling again “So, Wally tells me he overheard you in here and the word ‘baby’ was mentioned”

Barbara bit her lip, turning red “I - I thought you were going to die.” She defended

Dick smirked “Uhh huh sure”

She nodded “I did....stop that goofy grin or else when I change your bandages in an hour I won’t be gentle”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Dick winked

Barbara rolled her eyes “Just- scoot over so I can lie next to you and enjoy knowing you’re okay.”

Dick smiled downward as he carefully shifted over in the bed mumbling “Yes Ma’am”

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courtofcravings · 4 years

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Another you (1)

Context: In which you get stuck on a planet and have to save kirk, whichhe admits feelings for you and ya both land in the Med Bay.

Warning: Some blood, needles, minor injuries. mild choking

Feb 2nd/21

I always find it funny that my go-to thing is to have the reader afraid of needles, but I myself am actually trained to give vaccines and take blood.

This was also my first Kirk x reader in a long time// It’s hard to write flirty confident characters because it is the exact opposite of who I am, yet it’s the personality i love in my men and women so xoxo

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Dr. McCoy was again trying to coerce you down to the Med Bay; he really thought offering to get the Captain involved would change anything. “I’m telling you right now, Y/N, you can’t go on your away mission without your immunizations for this planet. Have you have heard of the Quazulu VIII Virus, no? That’s because there is a vaccine for it!”

“Dr. McCoy, It will be a quick up and down to the planet to grab some specimens; I won’t stay for diplomatic reasons like the rest of the party is.” You justified to him. You had almost finished packing everything you needed from the research ward before your ship’s chief medical examiner ambushed you.

“As a scientist, I’d figure you would be one of the most appreciative of vaccines.” He replied, helping you collect tubes from the drawer beside him. “Ah contrary, as a scientist, I am well aware of how dirty hospitals and MedBays are.” The doctors face contorted,

“You do realize you are going on an away mission, on a un sterile planet. There is a risk of injury; are you just not going to receive first aid if something goes wrong on the planet?” He’s not wrong, and you knew it. You just hated needles. They grossed you out.

“I won’t get hurt then,” You confidently stated, which earned a scoff from the young doctor.

“What if I bring the vaccines to your research lab? And gave them to you here?” You admitted that wasn’t a bad compromise. The Med Bay gave you more of a bad feeling than needles do. You always found that most people you had to bring to the Medbay or hospital didn’t always come out. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread when you go in.

“Fine.”

“You remind me so much of Jim.” He said while pulling out the vaccines. He had the vaccines here!? He already knew I wouldn’t agree to go to the Med Bay and thought ahead. You really have left an impression on the doctor.

“Who? And you really knew I’d say yes?” Referring to the cooler filled with the vaccinations. “Ah, you see, they are not just for you,” He said. Taking one of the two doses you needed into one of his hands and pinch “Done.”

Oh, that wasn’t horrible.

The doors swooshed opened behind you, but you couldn’t open your eyes, knowing there was another needle coming. “Bones, you called me here?” Immediately recognizing that voice as Captain Kirk

“You Actually Told The Captain On Me!?” You stood up to look accusingly at Dr. McCoy. He only shrugged his shoulders, looking between the two of you. “You need to get your inoculations, Jim; why don’t you explain to Y/N here how important it is to get them before an away trip,” He said while getting another dose ready. “You do have a lot of experience of finding out the hard way.”

You met the captain’s eyes, so blue. “Captain,” You correctly addressed him, “Y/N, will you be coming tonight?” He asked, his voice so alluring.

“I will, sir,” He smiled at you, taking a seat. “So, Bones here is giving you trouble?” He grabbed your backpack, taking a glance inside at what you were going to bring. It reminded you of a kid who couldn’t sit still.

“Bones?”

“Do not call me that,” Dr. McCoy said fast. pinch “Ouch, I wasn’t ready for that one!” You growled, rubbing your arm, earning a small laugh from the captain sitting across from you. You watched Dr. McCoy draw up his last dose for you and started to feel sick to your stomach.

“Captain, I believe you were explaining to Y/N how important the vaccines are,” He asked the Captain. Funny, it’s not often that Dr. McCoy will address the Captain formally like that. You think Captain Kirk noticed as well as he looked caught off guard.

“Well, as your Captain, I have to inform you that it is mandatory, and Starfleet regulations to get your vaccines before the away mission. Otherwise, you can compromise the health of my crew,” He said professionally. Looking at bones with a thumbs up.

You couldn’t help but get distracted by his deep blue eyes while he talked more about it. You were not really paying much attention to his words. “All done,” Dr. McCoy said, cleaning up his tray of discarded utensils. You were so distracted by the captain you didn’t feel that last pinch.

You pulled your blue shirt back down to entirely go over your arm, “Well, if that is everything, I should be preparing for the away mission,” The captain said, dismissing himself.

“No, No, No, Jim.” Dr. McCoy stood up fast, grabbing the Captain by his arm before he could get out of his chair. “You just lectured Y/N on the importance of inoculations; I do believe it is your turn,” You figured that was why the doctor brought those extra doses. This was his plan all along.

“For the well being of the crew and all,” You spoke up, paraphrasing his own words. Dr. McCoy let out an agreeable laugh, while the captain just sat there, defeated.

“Alright, alright, just make it fast,” The captain lifted his shirt enough to sneak his left arm out. Your first instinct, of course, was to look around the room at literally anything else.

“I was just telling Y/N how alike you both are; I mean, she’s basically another you,” Dr. McCoy said. You couldn’t help but scoff at this, you and the captain having something in common? Sure, but you being basically like him? Definitely not.

“What gave it away? Was it the height? We are pretty close in height,” The captain responded, a playful smile on his handsome face.

“Maybe, It is our common interest in specialties on the ship? You know, being captain and being a biomedical engineer are very similar jobs.” You asked, teasing the doctor. He only responded with a sigh and poked the Captain with the needle, making him jolt.

“You know Y/N; I think he might be right. I am certain he was referring to our matching taste in clothing.” The Starfleet uniform being all match except for the colours. Where scientists wore grey or blue, the captains wore gold. Gold was definitely his colour.

“Nope, he is definitely talking about our boobs; they are just so alike,” You said, a giggle ripped from the captain, making him move back slightly.

“Dammit, Jim, stay still.” He said, giving the last dose to the Captain, then turning back to look at you, “You know you’re both just proving my point,”

“Well, then that’s just double the fun for you, Bones,” The captain said. He was taking his leave before the Doctor comes up with more to poke him with. After two years on this ship, bugging Dr. McCoy never got old.

“I couldn’t imagine being stuck on an away trip with the two of you,” Dr. McCoy said while grabbing his bag. “Hey, Bones, that’s kinda hurtful,” You responded, using the nickname the Captain used with him.

“Dammit, Jim,” Bones muttered under his breath, leaving to go track down more officers before the away trip.

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The trip mission for you was supposed to be simple: collect some plant samples with specific regenerative properties. This would help in your designs of tissue regeneration equipment you worked on in the lab aboard the enterprise with Dr. McCoy.

Unfortunately for you, It seemed something went wrong, you’re assuming with the diplomatic party that came down with you. You only took fifth-teen minutes to gather enough samples to fill your small bag, but when you used your comm to contact the ship, no one responded.

As a matter-of-fact, no one on the mission on the planet was answering either. You hoped they hadn’t forgotten you on this planet and left, unlikely, but still a thought. You didn’t remember where exactly the other group got transported to, and it was still a debate whether you should leave the last known location they had of you, but it was getting dark.

You needed shelter and possibly a fire. It was far too cold on this planet for you to stay extended out in the elements. So you started walking, with no means to defend yourself and no map of the jungle-like terrain. You couldn’t help but think bones may have been right about laughing at you confidently declaring nothing will go wrong.

“Y/N to enterprise,” You repeated every few seconds, waiting for any response as you trudged through the thicker bushes. Soon it was dark and cold. You could barely see anything, and it was getting too dangerous to walk around.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the faintest light. Maybe it was your crew? You thought about following it, but you also thought of that fish that used a light on its head to lure its prey back on earth. Maybe you are about to be angler fish food; You don’t think they make vaccines to prevent that.

Maybe it is called “not being stupid and walking toward the scary lingering light.”

But where else was there to go. So, against your better instinct, you started walking towards it. Although, the closer you got, you figured out it was a fire and not some carnivorous fish. Picking up the speed and getting closer, you could clearly hear voices. Thank goodness

You have always been told you had two left feet for a reason, so of course, before you could enter the camp, you tripped and ate dirt. Getting up on your knees, you backed up slowly. You seemed to have cut your arm open on something, possibly a branch, when you fell. Great, now you’d have to admit to bones he was right.

Captain Kirk and the rest of the diplomatic crew were tied up, surrounded by another species. It seemed someone- a woman was attempting to speak to them in their language.

They didn’t seem to be responding to her in the same kind tone. Every so often, she’d stop and talk to the captain, translating for him, you figured. Maybe some sort of negotiations or clearing up a misunderstanding, but it did not seem to be going in our favor.

You lowered yourself deeper in the bushes and looked around the camp. There didn’t seem to be any device blocking the signal you could spot, so why wouldn’t the comms work, you wondered. You did, however, find Starfleet-issued phasers, more phasers than you had men. You suppose this meant you guys were not the only Starfleet officers caught by this group.

You watched as the conversation turned sour, and one of the species took what looked like a long fork and put it through the captain’s leg. Yup, This is definitely not good. The same one who stabbed the captain untied the translator and the two other men, walking them out into the forest in the other direction, to where you had no idea. This left Captain Kirk alone, guarded by two others.

You ever so slowly made your way around the camp to the phasers, laying on a flat table with other confiscated items. Your arm was not letting up pain-wise or blood wise, but you knew it wouldn’t matter much if you couldn’t make it off the planet. Grabbing one phaser at a time, you managed four.

Although taking a look at them, you realized you were way in way over your head. Too far in over your head. Getting stranded on a planet with a lacerated arm was fine; watching your crewmates get tied up and minorly stabbed was fine because you could have helped. There was a solution in sight, but now?

Looking down at the phaser, you had no recognition on how to use it; you were now too far in over your head. Starfleet trained you on a basic low power phaser; the highest setting was three. This phaser had so many buttons, far too many than necessary, you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you put two phasers in your bag and slowly made your way behind to where Captain Kirk was tied up and bleeding. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to untie the Captain, you watched the two guards pace around the camp, talking. You needed a distraction, but what could you possibly do?

You snuck up to the Captain silently, but you knew there wasn’t enough time to do too much before they’d glance in your direction. Grabbing the Captain on the shoulder reassuringly, “Don’t make a sound,” The last thing you wanted was for him to be surprised by you sneaking upon him and startle the guards. “I have no idea how to use this, so I really hope you can move and are not completely out of it from blood loss!” You whispered urgently, putting a phaser in his still tied up hands.

“Y/N?” The captain whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid,” You loved his esteemed confidence in you.

“I don’t have enough time to finish untying this knot,” It was so close to coming undone, but you heard one of the guards pacing this way, so you left. You watched the captain look around, but you were hiding in the bushes already. He started to loosen his hands subtly.

Now time for your distraction. You walked around the campsite again, furthering yourself from the captain. “Hey!” You screamed at the guards, hopefully taking the guard’s attention of the captain. “Hey!” You shouted again at them, waving your arms in the air with one phaser in your hand. The guards started slowly approaching you; however, you hadn’t really thought this far.

“Okay, I know you can’t understand me,” You pointed the phaser directly at them, “But I know you understand this, and I...I don’t want to hurt you! So don’t come any farther!” You yelled pointlessly as they kept on approaching you, towering over you. Up close, in front of the light from their fire, you could clearly see their leathery skin, their large muscular frames, and very large weapons in hand.

“Hey, I mean it!” You said, waving the phaser at the one to your left. They were approaching faster with no sign of stopping until they were in front of you. One put their hands on your throat, your feet dangling in the air as he started to choke you. You knew they could crush your throat in a second if they chose to but instead decided to apply pressure slowly.

A loud sound echoed in your ears; It definitely belonged to a phaser. The guard let you go, both of you falling to the ground. And you couldn’t stop the intense coughing fit that erupted from you, your body trying to get as much air in as it could. Distantly you heard the second guard fall to the ground. A hand was on your back as you coughed, “Are you okay?” It was the captain.

After catching your breath, you stood up, looking at the captain. He was standing beside you, phaser in hand, with blood rushing down his leg. “You’re the one with the stab wound,” You responded hoarsely, slightly concerned. “This is nothing,” You reached under his arm so he could support his weight more onto you, “Let me help, sit down over here and let’s tie something around your leg,” He let his weight fall on you slightly. To be honest, you probably would not be able to carry all his weight, especially since your arm was starting to throb.

Sitting him down, you reached into your bag, looking for anything you could use as a makeshift tourniquet. Thankfully, you packed a mini first aid kit. Yes, it was extremely small, holding only a few items; you knew it had a small roll of gauze in it. He let out a laugh when he saw you pull out the little red box. “Laugh all you want, but this could potentially help save your life,” You said seriously.

“That’s not why I am laughing,” You looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue his explanation. “I’m sorry, but.” You wrapped a long strand of gauze around his leg, pulling and twisting, as you were taught. “I have this deep, stab wound, and you pull out the smallest first aid kit that I have ever seen in my life,” You took an alcohol swab and wiped his wound gently, cleaning it as well as you could.

“I find it extremely funny that when I looked into your bag this morning and saw it, I thought it was cute, you would bring it,” You looked around to see what dressing you had, not a lot. “I thought it was cute you’d bring a small little first aid kit when we have an on-hand medic come with us.” You ripped his pants just slightly so you start dressing it, “And now you are providing first aid to me with it, in the field, I don’t know I just find that funny” He finished looking down at what you were doing before deciding maybe watching isn’t the best idea.

“I don’t know if I should pack dressing around… this fork thing, or if I should take out the object and dress you properly.” You leaned back on your legs and looked up at him.

“Leaving it in would be safest because I can’t be sure if it hit an artery or not, and you’d bleed out.” You paused, letting him take in the information, “On the other side if I don’t take it out and we have to move fast, it could potentially do more damage.”

“Take it out; we need to get moving to find Uhura, Sulu, and Montgomery.” You were slightly nervous about doing this; killing your captain does not look good on a resume. You opened the dressing packages, ready to work fast. The tourniquet should have stopped any bleeding; you should be safe to pull it, you hoped.

And with one fluid motion and no warning for the Captain, you pulled it out, throwing it to the ground. You placed one hand on the wound to keep pressure and reached for the dressings. The groans of pain were agonizing to hear come from him; however, you knew you had to keep going and get the wound bandaged up. You had wished the small kit had medication or pain relievers of any kind to help him, something you’d need to remind yourself to add for next time.

“I am so sorry; I know that must have been pretty painful for you.” You said sincerely. It was over, but he was still breathing hard, reeling over the pain. He reached toward you, leaning forward, and rested his head on your shoulder. You put a hand on his head and brushed his hair with your fingers, staying like that for a few minutes, peacefully.

“Your arm, there is blood on the sleeve,” He said, grabbing your arm to inspect it; however, you pulled it away, “I scratched it on a branch, it hurts but it’s not bleeding anymore. Besides, I used all the dressing on you- being the more urgent injury.”

“We need to move; they might have heard me.” You helped him stand, and he continued to use you for support. “It’s so dark. I have no idea how or where we’d find everyone.” He reached into his pocket and grabbed a phaser, “They went to their nest. It should be north; there is a map of the terrain on the phaser we can follow,” And with that, he pressed a button of the phaser, which also turned on a flashlight. “Captain, do you think you are in any shape to fight? I was surprised you were able to stand up long enough to take down those two guards.”

“I am fine. I can fight, don’t worry about me.”

“Which, by the way, thank you for saving me back there,” You had never been that close to dying before. “Y/N, it is me who should be thanking you. Without you, I am fairly sure I would have bled to death tied up at that camp.”

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Part 2

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heyitsani · 3 years

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So Devoid of Color

@dickgraysonweek Day 4: Bruce hits Dick and doesn’t get away with it

Word Count: 3161

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Off screen violence, Dami might say a bad word

Pairing: None

Summary: Tim, Jason, and Damian learn something about Bruce and Dick’s relationship that none of them are willing to let continue.

Notes: I think this is my second time writing from Tim’s POV and I’m still not certain I’ve got a good grasp on it. But here it is all the same.

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The Cave went deathly silent in the aftermath.

For those 30 or so seconds immediately after the distinct sound of a fist hitting a cheekbone, it was like they had landed in a vacuum of sound.

It was such a startling contrast to the shouting that had led up to that exact moment. The fight between Dick and Bruce hadn’t been surprising. When Red Robin had called Nightwing on his private comm line to report that Robin had been shot on patrol, he had known the eldest would panic. And when he found out it was because Batman had made a mistake, Tim knew shit would hit the fan.

Quite literally.

But Tim hadn’t anticipated Bruce taking a swing at Dick when the latter had accused Bruce of purposefully using Damian as a shield so he could go after Two Face himself. It wasn’t even one of the worst things he had heard Dick tell Bruce in the heat of an argument, but something about it had pushed Bruce over an edge none of them had realized he could go over. Sure, Bruce could be a hard ass, but Tim had never seen him get to this point. And a quick glance at Jason, who was coiled tight with his hands clenched tightly at his side, revealed that Tim wasn’t the only one caught off guard.

He expected Dick to swing back, to say something in retaliation, but instead he watched his brother straightened and wipe at the blood now dripping from his nose. From this angle Tim could see the angry mark Bruce’s gauntlet had left on Dick’s cheekbone and it made him wonder if there was anything broken beneath the surface.

“That’s your one free hit, Bruce. I’m not the kid you used to push around to win arguments anymore. Nor am I emotionally compromised to the point that you can manipulate me into getting your way,” Dick spoke lowly, voice dangerous and anger simmering just below the surface. It was rare to hear that particular tone come from Dick, but it never failed to send a shiver down his spine. For all the sunshine Dick projected, most weren’t aware of the precision of the weapon he could be. “I told you if you couldn’t protect him that I would. He’s still legally mine.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m stating facts. I may have been disposable to you over the years, but you are out of your fucking mind if you think I’ll let you hurt him the same way.” Movement out of the corner of his eye pulled Tim’s surprised attention from the pair, finding Jason stalking forward. And Tim knew that walk, he knew that look.

Jason was pissed and that didn’t bode well for one or both of them.

“What the fuck did you mean by that?” Jason demanded, grabbing Dick’s shoulder to turn him to face him instead of Bruce. But Dick didn’t respond, and Tim could see his jaw clench from here. In fact, at this angle he could get a much better look at the damage Bruce had done and it was definitely looking like Dick’s cheek was starting to swell.

“What on god’s green earth is going on out here?” Alfred’s stern voice broke through the silence that had fallen over them again and Tim spared the elderly man a glance before he moved over to where Jason and Dick were still facing each other. He could tell they were having one of their silent conversations, but that wouldn’t stop him.

“It’s nothing Alfred,” Bruce huffed, causing Dick and Jason to tense up even more. “How is Damian?”

“Dick?” Tim spoke softly, not wanting to pull too much attention to himself. It took a moment before his brother looked over at him and Tim tensed at the look in his eyes. It was unfamiliar and difficult to put a name to. But there was something that concerned him there. He placed a hand on Dick’s upper arm before looking to Jason, finding the other man already considering him with a curiosity that Tim knew well.

Jason’s eyes narrowed just slightly, and Tim gave him a nod before looking back to Dick and making a show of raising his hand to the bruise on his cheek so he would see it coming. “Not broken,” he muttered. Dick nodded and Jason gave a huff of air while Tim continued to poke at the cheek in question. “Who is going to get him?” He whispered as he worked. Dick jerked in surprise, eyebrows drawing down in confusion, but Tim knew Jason would get it.

“He’s more likely to come with me than you. You ride with Goldie. We’ll meet you.” Tim as he let his hands fall away from Dick’s face, satisfied that nothing needed immediate attention. It could wait until they got back one of the safehouses. “Go to the one I showed you after that Penguin fight where Ivy showed.”

Remembering that night and what a mess it had been, Tim also remembered that it was one of the safehouses that Jason always kept stocked up on medical supplies. If they were going to have Damian with a gunshot wound and Dick with his face, they needed supplies. “All right,” he agreed, looking over his shoulder to see Bruce watching them with his eyes narrowed and Alfred frowning beside him.

“You two want to clue me in?” Dick finally spoke up, voice just barely above a whisper and threaded tight with tension.

Tim watched Jason give his shoulder a squeeze before sending Tim a look that spoke volumes. “Come on, Dick. Get your gear. We’re leaving,” he told his brother as Jason walked away toward the other two men.

“Wait, Tim,” Dick protested, pulling his elbow out of the younger’s grip. “I can’t just leave Damian. Not while he’s hurt.”

Sighing, Tim stopped and looked up at Dick. “We’re leaving.” His tone gave no room for argument, but Tim also knew Dick was practically made to argue. “Trust me. Trust Jason.” Dick stared at him for a moment before looking toward the medbay where Damian was resting. Tim knew he was considering the options and that whatever he decided now would say a lot about their relationship.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, and Tim gave him a nod before heading over to where he had left his gear, Dick’s not far from it. There was a moment more of hesitation before Dick finally turned away and grabbed his own gloves and helmet. “I’ll follow you?”

Where Tim would have usually thrown out a snarky remark and a smirk, he instead nodded and hopped onto his own motorcycle before turning the engine over. Once he was sure Dick was set and ready to go, he gave one last glance behind them to see Jason and Bruce nose to nose and Alfred no where in sight. He wasn’t sure what it meant for the situation, but he couldn’t find it in him to care at the moment. Not when he had just seen his adoptive father punch one of his brothers. Not when it wasn’t the first time, apparently. No. He almost hoped Jason would return the favor and knock Bruce down on his ass. Almost.

But that wasn’t a thought train he could go down at the moment. He had more important things to do, like getting Dick out of there and fixing up his brother’s face once they got to the safehouse. Which didn’t take as long as he thought it would. Of course, with it still being the early hours of the day, most of Gotham was either still asleep or just waking up for the day. It made it easier to store their bikes in Jason’s hiding spot and sneak into the building without anyone seeing.

“This is Jay’s?” Dick looked around, frowning as they stepped inside and tugged off their helmets. He paused and looked at one of the posters hanging on the wall. “Roy must use it,” he muttered. Tim let him wander around as he made his way into the kitchen to grab the supplies under the sink and an ice pack in the freezer.

“Here,” he called out, tossing the pack toward Dick who caught it easily and gave him a small smile of thanks. “Will you tell me what you meant?” Tim asked as he opened the medical kit and began digging through it to make sure they had the things they would need for Damian. When no response came from his brother, he looked up and found Dick frowning as he stared out the window. “Dick?”

Blinking, the older man looked over at him and waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it, Timmy. Ancient history, and all that.” Unfortunately for Dick, Tim was too good at reading him now and knew when he was deflecting. So Tim watched him, taking in all the signs he had memorized over the years. The tight line of his shoulders, the clenched fist at his side, the white knuckles of the hand pressing the ice pack just a bit too hard to his bruised cheek. They told Tim more than Dick was willing to at the moment.

“How many times.”

It wasn’t a question and Tim wasn’t going to let Dick get away with brushing it under the rug, not this time. Not this topic. “Just drop it, Tim. I’m already going to have to fight Jason on this. Just…it’s not important.”

Tim scoffed. “It was important enough to use against Bruce.” Which, throwing back at Dick at the moment was probably a bit of a low blow, but sometimes you had to play dirty to get Dick to talk.

“Look, don’t act like you don’t know of at least one other time he used his fists against me.” The words were accusatory, but the tone was defeated. It made Tim furrow his brows, trying to think of what Dick could possibly mean. “I know there’s no chance you haven’t come across Bruce’s cowl footage from after the Crime Syndicate, before I joined Spyral.”

But Tim had no idea what Dick was talking about. And it must have shown on his face because soon enough Dick had closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“A little help here,” Jason’s voice cut off anything either of them were planning on saying and Tim hurried over to take some of Damian’s weight from Jason. A quick scan of the teen showed the blood seeping through the bandage at his shoulder and the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. The ride must have been rough. “Let’s get him on the bed.”

Dick rushed ahead of them and fussed over the bedding so they could get Damian comfortable with minimal effort from the pair carrying him. Jason let out a grunt when they set Damian down, leaning just slightly upright on the pillows Dick had stacked.

“I’ll grab the kit and change the bandage,” Tim muttered, looking at Jason before leaving the room to grab the supply kit he had been looking through moments earlier. He paused on his way back into the room to grab the ice pack Dick had been using but dropped to hurry and help get the bed ready for the youngest of them. “Dick,” he called, handing the ice pack back to him as he moved onto the side of the bed where the wound was. Dick frowned but took the pack, pressing it back to his cheek.

“What-” Damian tried to speak as Tim went to work on the bandage. The teen cleared his throat and clenched his jaw for a moment before slowly releasing a breath through his nose, all signs of how much pain he was in without showing it on his face. “What happened, Richard?” He asked, voice a bit raspy with the pain he was fighting.

“Nothing.”

“Bruce.”

Tim looked between Dick and Jason as they both answered, Dick sounding calming and Jason with the expected anger. Honestly, he expected this from both of them. Dick would forever be shielding Damian from what little bad the teen hadn’t already been exposed to. And Jason would never sugar coat anything that had to do with Bruce. Even if their relationship had been improving up until this point.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think that would continue with what they witnessed tonight.

“Don’t,” Jason growled, pointing a finger at Dick who had opened his mouth to say something. “You don’t get to lie or brush this off. You suggested this wasn’t the first time and if that’s the case then we deserve to know. He deserves to know.”

But Dick didn’t respond. Instead he turned his eyes onto Damian and Tim locked eyes with Jason. The older man’s expression was grim and Tim felt his probably just looked exhausted. They had all dealt with Dick’s stubborn nature, but he wouldn’t win this time. Not with all three of them pushing.

Not with what Dick had accidentally revealed before Jason and Damian had arrived.

“Tell us about after the Syndicate.” Tim turned his eyes onto the bandages he was taping to Damian’s wound, which thankfully hadn’t torn any stitches. The teen narrowed his eyes on him and Tim attempted to give him a smile. He wasn’t Dick and he wasn’t good at comfort, but at least he and Damian had gotten over the feud they had suffered for so long. At least they trusted each other now.

With a shuffling sound, Tim glanced over to find Dick sitting on the edge of the bed near Damian’s feet with his eyes gazing off at a spot on the wall. “I didn’t want to go. I…” They watched him take a deep breath and release it slowly. “I begged him to let me stay. But he had already planned out the whole thing. Had my funeral and told the world I had died. Said it was the only way to make sure none of it happened to anyone else in the family.”

“But that has nothing to do with Bruce punching you tonight.”

“It doesn’t seem like it, but his words were not going to be enough to convince me,” Dick turned to Jason, who had moved to lean against the closest wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“And by that you mean….?” Tim considered what Dick said earlier and what he was saying now. “The cave was trashed after your funeral. Alfred said he had never seen so much damage. And how it almost seemed too much for one person to do. Even Bruce.”

The silence blanketed them for the second time that night and this time it was suffocating. Whereas the air felt sucked from them earlier, this time it felt like it was weighing him down to the point that it would crush him where he sat with a hand still on Damian’s shoulder.

That point of contact clued him into the fact that Damian was shaking. Small tremors rippling through his muscles. A barely contained anger. And Tim didn’t blame him. Damian had been dead and Dick had been devastated. He said it was the only reason the Syndicate had been able to get the drop on him to begin with. That if he hadn’t been so destroyed by Damian’s death, his focus wouldn’t have been in pieces. That they would never have grabbed him without a fight. And that was enough to make the teen upset, but then throw in this new piece of information?

“He beat you into submission,” Jason’s voice finally broke the silence, cutting through it like one of Damian’s katanas cut through flesh. Effortlessly and deadly. “That’s what you’re not willing to just come out and say. He took an emotionally compromised man who had been beaten and strapped to a literal bomb, and beat the ever loving shit out of him to get him to do what he wanted.”

“Richard,” Damian whispered.

“You know what the time was like, Jason. Tim. You both know what everyone was like,” Dick tried to reason, ignoring Damian’s almost-plea. “None of us were our real selves, Bruce especially.”

There was a loud crash and Tim jerked as he snapped his eyes onto Jason, finding him breathing heavily and his eyes rimmed green. “Don’t make excuses for him!” Jason pushed off the wall and Tim noticed a dent next to him, assuming the crash had been a fist hitting the wall. “None of us might have been the real versions of us, but none of us beat the shit out of people we supposedly cared about just to get them to submit! You don’t get to brush this off like it’s no big deal. You don’t get to do that because if this had happened to any of us, you wouldn’t let us.”

“That’s different.”

“The fuck it is,” Damian cut in. Tim watched Dick’s eyes go wide as he looked at the teen. “It’s only different because you think you are not worth the same as the rest of us. You value your life less than ours, but the same cannot be said for us.” When Damian’s hand landed on Tim’s arm, he looked over and immediately jumped to help him sit more upright. “Father is not infallible and your loyalty to him is a disservice to yourself. And I for one will not stand for it any longer.”

“I’m with the kid,” Jason interjected, crossing his arms over his chest again. Tim noticed the green had faded from his eyes, but his body was still one large ball of tension. “This stops now. I can’t do anything about what happened in the past, but if he lays a finger on you again and I will put him in his own grave.”

“You know they’re right, Dick.” Tim spoke softly, keeping his own emotions out of it because Damian and Jason had enough for all of them. “There’s more than you’re telling us, we all know it. But this can’t happen again. And when we tell the girls and Duke, they’ll all say the same thing.” In fact, Tim cringed inwardly thinking about how Cass and Barbara would react once they heard.

“No,” Dick turned his wide eyes on Tim. “You can’t tell them. They don’t need to know.”

Tim sighed and shook his head. “They do. They might already know what happened tonight, who knows where Babs has her cameras and mics set up down there. But we’re a family and we don’t keep these kinds of secrets. They always backfire on us. It’s time we learned that lesson.”

Jason moved over and set a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “You can’t preach the family line to the rest of us and not think we’ll use it against you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dick nodded, looking between the three of them before settling on Damian. “Okay.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: Family - 31

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2069

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor, surgery, breastfeeding

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 31: The Whole Family

I was in full active labor seven hours after I lay down to nap with Steve. My water broke at around nine that night, but it was just a small trickle and it took a little while for me to realize it had happened.

It was quite a strange feeling to be in labor while everything was just going on as normal around you. We were experts at it this time, so babies were being breastfed and given tummy time. Dinner was served and eaten together. Riley and Pietro were given their stories and a bath before being put into bed and all the while I was getting these strong, debilitating pains that lasted barely anytime every 20 minutes or so. There was a rotating roster of people who stuck by my side depending on what needed to be done in the house and when all the kids were down for the night Tony suggested that maybe we should just go down to the Medbay and see how things were going. Turns out the answer to that question was; ‘not well’.

“Elise, honey,” Doctor Schroeder said, as I lay back on the bed with a bunch of probes attached to me, and one inserted inside me and attached to the crown of the baby’s head. “The baby is in distress, we really need to do the c-section.”

“What?” I said, the alarms beeping around me as my blood pressure shot up. “No, no, no, no, no.” Beside me, all the color had drained from Tony’s face and he started fidgeting where he stood.

“It’s going to be fine,” the doctor said. “But he needs to come out. We need to put you under as soon as possible.”

“But… I…” I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know why he would be in distress now. I had made plans. I’d gone into labor, I was supposed to deliver like Wanda and Natasha had.

“El, princess,” Sam said, stepping close to me and crouching down by the bed. I looked at him, still panicking. “Honey, I’ll stay with you the whole time. Okay? I won’t leave your side for one second. We’ll get Edwin out and when you wake up, we’ll all have a happy and healthy baby boy.”

I felt tears prick my eyes but I nodded, feeling a little bit more sure about things. Everyone backed off a little and I was moved onto a surgical bed and set up with an IV and wheeled into surgery. Everything felt like a blur as I was given an anesthetic and oxygen and talked off to sleep. I remember the last thing I could focus on was the light above me and Sam’s voice telling me he was right here with me and everything would be okay.

The next thing I was really aware of was my throat hurting and how cold I felt. “Hey, El,” Sam said, gently. “You waking up?”

I managed to force my eyes open but they fell closed again right away, I shook my head slowly.

“It’s okay, princess,” Sam said, running his thumb over the back of my hand. “You can keep sleeping if you want to. Everyone is fine. Edwin was crying up a storm as soon as he took a breath. He’s with the others now. His feet and hands were a little blue and his pulse was a little high, but everything settled once he got used to being out in the big bad world. They don’t think he’s going to need to be in intensive care or anything. Just your blood pressure stressing him out.”

I relaxed as Sam spoke and seemed to doze off for five minutes or so before waking again. A nurse came over to check me over. “Do you have any pain, Doctor Cooper?”

I nodded and pointed to my stomach where they had cut.

“Do you want some pain medication?” She asked.

I nodded again and started crying - though I wasn’t actually sure what was setting it off.

“Hey, El,” Sam soothed. “It’s okay, honey. I’m still here.”

“And you’re going to see your baby very soon,” the nurse added as she adjusted something on my IV. The pain started to back off again, but I couldn’t seem to stop crying.

“What’s upsetting you, princess?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” I cried, my voice raspy.

“Aww, honey,” Sam soothed. “Having a bad reaction to the GA leaving your system. It’s alright. It’ll back off soon.”

I’m not sure how long it took to start feeling more awake but they brought me juice and crackers and checked me over before letting me go to my room where the others were waiting with Baby Edwin. Sam stayed by my side the whole time, talking me through every little medical thing that they did so I wouldn’t worry.

I was wheeled into the room and was greeted by all the others who were seated around on the various couches and sofa chairs set up. They all stood at once except for Tony who was holding the little bundle in his arms.

“Hey, sweetheart. They said it all went fine. How are you feeling?” Steve asked.

“I'm okay. Feel weird. I was pregnant and now I'm not anymore,” I said. “Usually a thing that happens between those points.”

“You had a baby,” Steve assured me. “He's right there. Tony’s won’t let anyone else hold him.”

“Hey! You all got a turn,” Tony argued. “But I helped make him, I’m proud of my good work.”

“Puh-lease, Tones,” Clint snarled. “You jizzed inside her. Who hasn't done that?”

“Hey, not in front of the baby!” Tony said, covering Edwin’s ears and looking at Clint with a scandalized expression on his face.

“Alright, alright,” Natasha said. “I think it’s time for Elise and Sam to get their chance holding him.”

Tony got up and carried the little bundle over. He was wrapped in a blue blanket with just his face showing and he was sleeping peacefully. He had a fine head of brown hair and a little button nose. “Look at what we made, El,” he said as he put him in my arms.

“I can’t tell who he looks like more,” I said, looking down at him.

“Well he has blue eyes,” Tony said. “But that could just be because they haven’t settled.”

“He’s perfect either way,” Wanda said.

I smiled down at him and ran my finger over his cheek. “Hey, Eddie,” I said softly. “Sorry I missed you being born and stressed you out so much.”

“He’s fine,” Wanda said. “I promise.”

“A hearty lad,” Thor added. “You have nothing to fear, my life.”

I smiled and kissed Edwin’s forehead. “Good,” I said. “That’s the main thing.”

“Not to hurry you along, El,” Sam said. “But I want a turn too.”

I giggled. “Okay, but only because you stayed with me the whole time.”

Sam grinned and took him from me, and I lay down, closing my eyes. “Maybe we should leave you to sleep, honey.”

I mumbled something, trying to ignore the pull of sleep, but finding it hard to resist. “Mishka,” Natasha scolded. “It’s the middle of the night and you just had major surgery.”

“We’ll be here when you get up, and so will Edwin,” Bruce said. “You should sleep while you can and heal so you can come back home as soon as possible.”

I nodded slowly. “I’ll stay with her,” Tony said.

“What a shocker,” Clint teased and came over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You did good, El.”

“Thanks, Clint,” I murmured.

The others all came over and kissed me goodnight before leaving. I dozed a little while Tony fussed around and eventually set himself up to sleep on the foldout next to me.

The following day I woke up to the sound of Edwin crying. Tony had him cradled in his arms, trying to soothe him as the nurses came and propped my bed up. I have no idea how long I’d slept for, but the sun was up and the room was filled with flowers and balloons.

“There’s your mama,” Tony said. “We were starting to think you were going to sleep all day long.”

“Sorry, Tony,” I said.

He shook his head. “You’re healing. It’s fine.”

“How’s your pain?” One of the nurses asked as she fussed around me.

“About a seven,” I said. “Maybe seven and a half.”

“We’ll get you something. Are you hungry?” The nurse asked.

I nodded. “Very.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll organize that too. And are you going to breastfeed?”

“I’m going to try,” I said.

“Okay, let’s see if we can do that first,” she said, gesturing Tony over with Edwin.

It took a little bit of doing but we eventually had him latched and suckling. I knew I wasn’t really producing anything much yet, the surgery would delay my milk production, but it was important to get him to suckle to bring it on. He suckled with a scowl on his face, staring up at me with his dark blue eyes as he gripped at my breast with one little hand.

The nurse left to go order my breakfast and my pain medication and Tony sat on the side of my bed and started playing with Edwin’s hand. “You ready to see the others?” He asked.

“Yeah. That’ll be good,” I agreed.

“Your mom is here. Those are from her,” he said, pointing to a large bunch of white roses and blue irises set in a blue box with foil balloons attached that read ‘It’s a boy’. “You okay seeing her too?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine too.”

“FRIDAY, let them know,” Tony said.

By the time the very large group that consisted of my husbands, wives, children and mother came through the door, Edwin had stopped feeding and fallen back to sleep and I was slowly eating my way through a plate of French Toast with fresh berries.

“There she is,” Steve said, kissing me hello. “You slept for so long.”

“I guess I was tired,” I agreed. “I’m up now.”

“You otay, mommy?” Pietro asked, coming over to the bed and putting his chin on the side.

“I have a big cut,” I said, caressing his hair. “But I’m okay. I missed you.”

“I misted you too,” he said.

Thor and Bruce lifted both Riley and Pietro up on the side of the bed. “Be careful of your mother, she has an injury,” Thor said.

“Don’t touch her tummy,” Bruce added.

Riley immediately ignored both of her father’s instructions and gently patted my stomach. “Tan I see?”

“It’s just a bandage right now,” I said. “But I can show you when they come and change it if you really want. It has stitches because they had to sew me back up.”

“Otay,” she said and promptly stole a strawberry off my plate and started eating it.

Pietro’s lip began to quiver. “Dey sewed you up?”

“It’s okay, honey,” I said, pulling him in close. “I’m okay and so is your new baby brother. Did you see him?”

“Yeah, he’s borwing,” Riley said, matter-of-factly making me laugh a little.

My mom stepped forward and kissed my cheek. “Congratulations, darling,” she said. “He’s so beautiful. They all are, but Edwin looks just like you when you were born.”

“Thanks, mom,” I replied.

Everyone settled around the room. Some cradling babies while others looked over their shoulders. Everyone was relaxed and happy and completely present as a family. It was a little melancholy to think how back when I was born, my mother had me, and I looked so much like him, and yet I didn’t have this. I would grow up not knowing that this deep love and devotion was a real thing. That I wouldn’t know it until one day when I knocked over an ex-Russian assassin on the way to work and somehow that act would lead her to become fascinated by me.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Every little thing that happened in my life led to this. Me here with the people I loved most. With the people who I had chosen to be a part of my life. I wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant I would lose this. I might not have known it growing up, but my kids would. This was my family.

~ END ~

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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What’s Done is Done - Part 3

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Requested by: @joannie95

Your lung had collapsed and you lost a lot of blood, but after examination with Dr. Cho, you were said to make a full recovery. Bucky never felt such relief. Feeling like he was going to lose you, made him realize what a terrible, toxic, asshole he was. Every decision he made when it came to you, over the last several months, were all based on fear. You almost died on that one mission, which made him push you away... and yet here you are. He didn’t save you anyway, but caused you more hurt. He hated himself for it and wondered if there was even a chance for him to get you back.

He sat outside your medbay door, contemplating whether he should go in. The whole team went in when you woke up, but he was too scared. Steve smacked him upside the head telling him fear is his worst trait. It made Bucky think. All he thinks about is fear to the point it has become a huge part of him. He tries to fix things, or do certain actions based on his fear and they never turn out right. He decided that he will no longer let fear drive him.

He stands and walks up to your door and takes a deep breath. He opens the door to see a man sitting next to your bed, holding your hand as you slept. When did Tommy slip passed him? Tommy turned at the sound of the door and looked at Bucky, “She just fell asleep. I’ll tell her you came by,” he said before turning back toward you. Bucky looks at you for a moment before leaving the room. He totally forgot about your boyfriend.

You woke up to feel someone holding your hand. You remember Tommy being there, and figured it was him. When you opened your eyes you were surprised to not see Tommy, but Bucky sitting there holding your hand. He didn’t seem to notice you woke up as he sniffed some tears away, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. You can’t help the electricity that stems from that action through your body.

Bucky looks up and sees your eyes on him and stops the movement of his thumb. “Uh.. S-sorry,” he says putting your hand down. “What are you doing here?” you ask softly. Bucky sniffs as he feels the tears starting to build already, “I... uh... I had to make sure you were okay,” he says looking at the ground.

Your heart starts to pound, “I didn’t think you cared anymore,” you say, making Bucky’s eyes snap to yours. Bucky opens and closes his mouth for a second before choking on a sob. He leans forward covering his face and allows himself to just cry while you look on in shock. You have seen Bucky cry a few times in your relationship, but you know he considers this a sign of weakness, so to see him so openly sob is... concerning.

“I... I...” he stutters as he tries to catch his breath. You say nothing and just watch as he completely falls apart in front of you. Finally when you can bear it no more, you grab his metal hand making him look up at you. “Why are you crying?” you ask. Bucky looks at you, his blue eyes look more prominent with tears and redness. “You could have died... and you don’t know... you don’t know how much I wish I could take it back,” he says with a shaky voice.

You furrow your brows, “Take what back?” you ask. Bucky sighs, finally reigning his emotions and drops his shoulders in defeat. “I hurt you. I... I broke your heart, but I... I still love you,” he says. Your eye brows shoot up in surprise. “I know. But can I... Can I explain? I know it probably won’t make a difference, but I want you to know. Please?” he asks. You stare at him for a moment before nodding and sitting back.

“Ok... um... Do you remember that mission a few months ago when HYDRA managed to grab you?” he asked. You gulp as you remember the fear you felt and nodded. “Even though we managed to get you back, and though hurt, you were alive... I... I went nuts,” he says. “I kept blaming myself for your capture. That they found out you were special to me and grabbed you,” he says.

You open your mouth to respond, but Bucky cuts you off, “I know it’s stupid. Steve tried to talk me down, but the fear just overtook me. I started to have nightmares every night after that. Thankfully I never hurt you, but I was terrified that I would snap out of a nightmare with you dead beside me. I tried to create some distance between us, but you... you were like a flame and I was the moth. I couldn’t understand why someone as amazing as you, would want to be with me,” he says.

He laughs, “You deserve fucking prince charming, but you got stuck with the Winter Soldier. I’m not good enough to shine your damn shoes, let alone date you. I had been fooling myself that I could be with you. I asked Sam’s permission to marry you, and bought a damn ring! I needed you like I need air,” he says shaking his hand. “But when that damn mission happened it was like the glass shattered and I finally saw the reality. So... that night when I was sitting in the kitchen I was planning how I was going to break up with you, as much as I didn’t want to. But, when you came in to console me, I almost lost my nerve.”

“I... I knew that if I didn’t do it now, I would never do it, so I said those... horrible lies to you. I wanted to die seeing that look in your eyes. When you walked out I knew what you were doing. You were giving me space to think, hoping I would change my mind, which is why I packed your stuff, while sobbing, and locked you out. I... I couldn’t face you again. You needed better than me!” he said.

You sat up, “I needed you! Damnit Bucky! You don’t have the right to decide what is best for me. Who I deserve! I do! You just made that decision because you were scared, but you hurt me worse than HYDRA could! And you paraded those women around in front of me... why?” you ask, tears falling down your cheeks.

“I... I wanted you to keep your distance. I didn’t want you to fight for me. I hated doing it to you, not that it makes it better, but I did,” he said in desperation. You scoff, “Yea, I’m sure sleeping with multiple women was a burden,” you said looking away from him in disgust. “It... it was. Half the time the only way to make it through was thinking of you,” he said. “Ugh, seriously Bucky, I don’t need to hear that,” you snap.

Bucky looks at the ground, knowing it wasn’t going the way he had hoped. “Y/N... if I could change one thing in my life... it would be hurting you. I was clouded by fear, but I know now I can’t let fear decide things for me. I’m so unbelievably sorry. I... I just wanted you to know,” he said standing. You look at him, “Well I appreciate it, but it changes nothing,” you say.

Bucky nods and walks out of the room. You let out the sob you were holding in once the door closes. You knew it was something stupid that made him do this! You knew he was afraid of something! But what kind of person are you who just forgives him when he apologizes? You are not a push over!

Just then the door opens and in walks Tommy. He sees your face and runs to your bed. “Y/N? Are you alright? Are you feeling pain?” he asks. You smile at him, “I’m ok. Just found out some things today that has my mind spinning,” you reply. Tommy lets out the breath he was holding in relief and sits next to you.

“So how are you feeling?” he asks. You nod, “Honestly not bad. This is nothing compared to the last time I got seriously hurt on a mission,” you say with a laugh. “Oh so you get hurt often?” he asks. “No... not often, but I mean my job is dangerous,” you say. “Well the doctor told me that you will need a few weeks rest, so that’s good,” he says.

“Yeah, but I will do my best to keep it short. I hate not going out on missions,” you say watching Tommy’s reaction. He pales at your statement, “I mean... uh... you aren’t going to want to do missions always right? You want to get married and have a family?” he asks. You stare at him, “Well yea, but why do I need to stop missions for get married and have a family?” you ask.

“Well... I don’t know. I didn’t think you would want to put yourself in danger if you know you a family at home,” he says with a shrug. “I... didn’t realize my job bothered you so much,” you say. He shrugs, “I mean this kind of opened my eyes,” he says.

You nodded in understanding. “Listen... I like you Tommy. You have been amazing, but if my job is going to be an issue, then maybe we need to call this what it is,” you say. Tommy looks at you wide eyed, “I mean we have only been dating a short time, and again you’re great, but I’m not giving up my job. And honestly... I think I jumped into this relationship too early,” you say.

“It’s that Sergeant Barnes right?” he asks. “I..” “Y/N, it’s ok. I knew immediately that there was something between you too. He is the one that hurt you though, right?” he asks. You nod silently, “He just told me everything before you came in. I... I can’t forgive him for what he did. He hurt me so badly,” you say looking at your hands.

“Well, take some time... the answer will be clear eventually,” he says standing. “I would like for us to be friends, if you are ok with that?” he says. You smile and nod as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek. “I would love nothing more,” you say. “Well let me know when you can leave and I’ll make sure I’m here to help you,” he says. You laugh, “Thanks.”

Tommy gives you a wave goodbye and heads out the door. You look out the window thinking about everything that has transpired over the last hour. Your head hurt thinking about it, honestly. You’re glad Tommy took the break up well. You had not been feeling the relationship for a little while and knew that it wasn’t going to last. Whether if you and Bucky had that conversation today or not.

Now Bucky it a whole other story. You had way too much to process when it comes to him. You didn’t want to deal with it all right now. You felt the tears come to your eyes again. You had to admit it though, it was nice to know he still loved you, but god did a part of you hate him.

Decided to make this a 4 parter after all. Not sure how I feel about this part... what do you think?

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wanderinginksplot · 4 years

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Nobody Listens to Kix

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Case 01245: Commander Bly

"Hold still, vod," Kix reminded gently. "The scanner can't get an accurate reading if you keep moving."

"Yes, sir," Commander Bly agreed, obediently fighting to keep still.

Kix refrained from reminding the commander that he in fact outranked Kix - and by quite a large margin. Bly was struggling enough as it was. He had been standing far too close to an explosive blast, and the burns covering the left side of his face and body were clear. The fire had melted large sections of his plastoid armor, adding to the damage.

Continuing to wear what remained of the armor had to be uncomfortable, but Kix had to complete a full scan before he could allow the commander to remove the outer layer. There was a possibility that some of Bly's skin had melted to the inside of the plastoid and he simply didn't feel it due to shock.

Finally, the scanner beeped to tell Kix that it had completed a full scan with no motion interference. Bly was lucky; there was no connection between his skin and the rest of his armor. Kix quickly informed the commander of this and they both worked to remove the plastoid from his singed body glove.

When Bly was free, his hand moved as though he planned on exploring the damage done to the left half of his face, but Kix stopped him with an extended hand and sharp shake of his head. "You won't want to do that, commander. Burns hurt worse than anything. You're in shock right now, but it won't last forever. The sooner you start feeling it, the more painful the treatment will be."

"I understand, Kix," Bly agreed softly, dropping his hand immediately.

"Let me do one final scan, then I'll start mixing a bacta spray," Kix told him, readying the scanner once more. "If we're lucky, we can get your treatment well underway by the time the pain really kicks in."

"Don't you mean 'Kix in'?" Bly asked, quirking a brow. Unfortunately, it was his left eyebrow and he hissed slightly at the new and painful sensation.

"I hope that was worth it, Commander," Kix told him dryly.

"It wasn't my best joke, but hey, laugh or cry, right?" Bly shrugged - carefully using his right shoulder this time. He fell silent again, watching Kix configure the scanner. "Can I ask why you need to do another scan?"

Kix eyed Bly for a moment, but saw no signs of impatience or mockery on the commander's face. "Scanners can work through plastoid, but the signal gets significantly weaker. That's fine if you're checking for surface-level injuries, but if you want to look deeper, you need to get under the armor. Now that we've removed the plastoid from this equation, this scan will show the full extent of the burns."

He began scanning as he finished his explanation, but the medbay door whipped open before the short process had ended. "Commander, how are you?"

Kix was tempted to turn so he could see the new arrival to the medbay with his own eyes, but the accented voice made Bly's spine straighten and his blood pressure ratchet up a few levels, so the medic knew who it was. General Secura had that effect on many a trooper.

Still, Kix always took care of his vode, so Kix silenced the scanner's alarm before it could play an audible arrhythmia warning. It was no business of the general's if her arrival had made Bly's heart literally skip a beat.

"I'm fine, General," Bly answered his commanding officer, voice steady.

It was an impressive show. Bly's feelings for his beautiful general were the worst-kept secret in the GAR… which was saying something. Still, his eyes were clear and his face serene, even as Kix watched his heart rate increase. As if he heard Kix's silent admiration, Bly's gaze slid to the scanner still held in Kix's hand and the medic hurriedly put it away. He had the information he needed, anyway.

Kix cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the general and the commander. "The burns don't appear to be deep. Commander Bly was lucky that he had his face turned away from the blast." He turned to address Bly directly. "The plastoid of your armor protected your body from the worst of the burns, but there will be some scarring on your neck and left hand."

Bly shrugged at that, but General Secura looked unhappy. "Is there nothing you can do to heal him completely? I could arrange transport to a medstation. Maybe some time spent in a bacta tank…"

Fighting not to furrow his eyebrows, Kix shook his head. "Not necessary, General. I'll make a bacta spray to help the healing process, apply some burn gel to pull the heat away, and administer some pain meds for the discomfort. Commander Bly will be all healed up in a few weeks."

As he went to assemble the components for a bacta spray, Kix smirked to himself. A kriffing bacta tank? Troopers went in bacta tanks for missing limbs, shattered skulls, comas… Putting the commander in one for a few mild burns would be insane. Kix’s motions slowed as he heard the quiet conversation taking place behind him.

"I have no skill for Force-healing," General Secura admitted, sounding unreasonably guilty about that fact.

"What are a few more scars?" Bly answered flippantly but his voice grew more serious as he added. "General, I don't care what I look like. What matters is that I can fight for the Republic. The best way to do that is to keep you safe."

Secura seemed to let out a sigh. "You were hurt protecting me- Protecting the Republic's interests, that is. I do not like knowing that you'll be scarred as a thanks for your efforts."

"I would gladly carry a few more marks if it means that you're alive, General," Bly said, tone genuine. Kix winced, thinking that he was cutting it a bit close to admitting having non-regulation feelings for a commanding officer. Bly seemed to feel the same, however, since he added, "Besides, scars will just make my tattoos stand out even more."

"Ah, how could I forget the importance of your tattoos?" the general teased. "No one should go without seeing them."

"Well, we'll try to minimize the scarring anyway," Kix told them both as he came back with the freshly-mixed bacta spray. He talked Bly through the process as he gently cleaned the burns, applied the bacta spray, and misted the burn gel from a special aerosol dispenser. He passed Bly some of the medbay’s strongest pain meds. Kix could tell that the pain was finally beginning to reach the commander and wanted to stop it as soon as possible now that the treatment was working.

"Now, I don't want you reaching around yourself to apply the spray," Kix said, finishing his explanation. "You wouldn't be able to get the right angle and distance, and it would stretch the burned skin more than we want. Take the spray and the dispenser with you and I'll transmit the instructions to the 327th's medic. Limit is still your main medic, right?"

"Yes, he is, but I would like a copy of those instructions as well, Kix," General Secura told him and turned to speak directly to Bly. Taking the hint, Kix moved a few steps away to give them a semblance of privacy - even if he could still see both medbay occupants and hear their conversation clearly. "If Limit is ever busy, comm me and I'll apply the treatments myself."

Bly shifted in the chair. "General, you've got more important things-"

"Hush, Bly," the general told him, lifting a hand to brush her fingertips over the tattoo on Bly's uninjured cheek. "There is nothing more important than supporting my men, especially the commander who kept me from being blown up today."

Obviously fighting a blush, Bly gave a single sharp nod.

Kix cleared his throat. "Feel free to make your way back to the Liberty when you feel able, Bly. General."

The two left the medbay, walking closer together than Kix thought was wise, considering the commander's injuries. When the room was silent once more, Kix pulled out a new patient treatment form and stared at it for a long moment.

Everyone in the GAR knew that Commander Bly had a weakness for his Twi'lek general. It was far from uncommon; the level of attention that Aayla Secura attracted from her appearance, strength, and grace made most of the 327th uncomfortable and ready to fight on a regular basis. However, none of the intel Kix had heard - and he had heard a lot, considering how chatty most brothers were - had suggested that the general felt similarly about her commander. Jedi weren't supposed to be attached, after all.

And yet…

Kix's mind played back the sight of General Secura brushing a delicate hand over Bly's cheek, putting the moment in an infinite loop. Even if she didn't harbor un-Jedi-like feelings for Commander Bly, there was certainly enough room for doubt that Kix could sympathize about how Bly may have gotten confused.

But General Secura had wanted to put Bly in a bacta tank. For mild, superficial burns, no less. And the warmth in her voice when she had volunteered to personally help with Bly's treatment…

Kix shook his head, feeling more confused than he had been since his first day of flash training. However, if there was one constant in his life, it was that paperwork needed to be filed. Kix turned his attention back to the medical form in front of him, checking the 'General Present' box and moving on to his other duties.

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ynscrazylife · 4 years

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Hi there! Can I request a Percy Jackson x Daughter of Apollo!Reader, that's more hurt-comfort? I'm thinking that they're both 18-19 and bump into each other after their messy breakup when they were 15-16 and young and dumb and it's slightly awkward but they still both desperately love each other? Feel free to tie it up however you'd like! Thank you so much <3

This is my first PJO request so thank you so much! I hope that you enjoyed.

Note: Per the request this will feature a daughter of Apollo, but you should be able to switch it up in your head a little to match yourself if your godly parent isn’t Apollo.

ALSO there is a tiny bit of Annabeth bashing in this (I’m so sorry cause I love Percabeth) but know that this is just for the fic’s purpose!

Not Broken, Just Bent

(I feel like these lyrics sorta match their relationship so that’s why this is the title!)

Y/N had been fifteen years old when she had dated Percy Jackson for a year. And gods, it was the best year of her life. She had met Percy at Camp Half-Blood but they began Y/N had enrolled into his high school. She had been the daughter of Apollo and a mortal who knew of the Godly world, and she had dropped her off at Camp Half-Blood when she was born. So Y/N had never seen what life was like outside the boarder, but when she finally did, she had Percy there to guide her.

They had a fantastic time. He helped Y/N connect to some other relatives and they went to the beach together. It wasn’t long before they fell in love. However, when the summer rolled around, Annabeth came. Y/N had always been a little bit intimidated of Annabeth, but she also instantly recognized that the daughter of Athena had a crush on Percy. This stemmed the root of their breakup, as Percy was oblivious to her feelings. They soon got into fights, as Y/N was too oblivious to recognize that Percy was oblivious. She thought he liked Annabeth and he accused her of being jealous. It didn’t end well.

Since then, Y/N had “graduated” from Camp Half-Blood and was living in the mortal world. She hadn’t been there to here what Camp Jupiter was so she didn’t know she could go to New Rome. Percy, on the other hand, was healing from a couple months of being broken up with Annabeth. And as he did . . . He couldn’t help but think back to the woman before Annabeth. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing now . . .

So you could imagine his surprise when he was going to take his shift of patrolling the boarders and saw Y/N just barely past, having dropped to her knees. She was beaten and bruised and the very sight glued Percy to his place momentarily.

“Y/N?” Percy said, snapping back to reality. He thought that just for a moment that he had been imagining her because he was thinking about her, but he knew it was real when she let out a small cry of pain. The brunette rushed to her side.

“Y/N, what happened? You need to tell me where you’re hurt?” Percy said. He forgot all about how complicated their break-up had been and was only concerned about her well-being. There was worry glossing over his eyes as he didn’t know whether to take her arm or if that would hurt her, so he opted to putting a hand under her chin and tilting her head up.

Y/N’s eyes met his. She looked exhausted. “Monsters . . . They’ve been chasing me quite a lot recently . . . So I came here . . . One came out when I was almost at the boarder and I lost my sword . . .” With that, her head slumped forward and Percy grasped her shoulders as she passed out.

“SHIT,” Percy cursed loudly. He pushed her so she was still on her knees but upright, and then put his hands underneath her armpits. Percy then pulled her up with himself as he stood up, and maneuvered himself so at he was by her side so he could put one arm under her legs and the other around her back to pick her up. The Demigod did his best not to injure Y/N any further, and then took off for the medbay.

“WILL!” Percy yelled, bursting inside. The blonde teenager looked up and was alarmed to see his friend carrying his sister. Percy hurriedly explained what Y/N had told him, stumbling over his words as he was desperate. He was helpless as Will took Y/N from his arms and laid her on the bed.

“We’ll have to wait until she’s awake to give her ambrosia,” Will muttered.

“When will she wake up? Is there anything I can do to help? Is she okay?” Percy rambled out, glancing between him and his sister.

Will thought for a moment. “Can you grab some bandages? They’re in the back,” he said.

Percy nodded, nearly tripping over his chair as he stood up. He grabbed all of the bandages he could see and came back, basically shoving them into Will’s lap.

He then watched, tapping his foot anxiously, as Will wrapped her head which was bleeding and her wrist and ankle.

After finishing, Will stood up and got some ambrosia.

“That won’t be enough to heal all of her injuries,” Percy noted.

“I know, but if she takes too much then she’ll get feverish and we don’t want that,” Will said. “We can’t control what the ambrosia heals when she has multiple injuries, so let’s hope her head gets healed.”

Will put the ambrosia on her bedside table, and that’s when Nico burst in, out of breath.

“Training room - someone needs hurt,” Nico panted out, and Will nodded.

“Let me know when she wakes up,” Will said to Percy, and then added, “And take good care of my sister.”

Percy nodded and his attention returned to Y/N as Will and Nico left. He sighed, not left alone with his thoughts. He had realized when he held her and worried about her, that being in love with her never really went away . . . And that love was much more purse and heartwarming than his love for Annabeth. With Annabeth, he loved her, but maybe he wasn’t in love with her . . . Because it was difficult. He always worried about messing up or saying the wrong thing, but with Y/N, even if he was concerned for her, he remembered how comfortable it was to be with her, and how much she cared for him.

Oh, gods. He still loved Y/N. He was still in love with her.

He took a deep breath, and the only thing keeping him from beginning to freak out was when he noticed Y/N started to open her eyes. Percy waited with baited breath until she fully woke up and looked around.

“Percy?” She said, and he saw that she was confused.

“Hey,” he said softly, giving her the ambrosia. “A monster attacked you and you passed out. I took you back here - take this.”

Y/N nodded and took the ambrosia, shoving it into her mouth. After a couple of moments she groaned. “The dam ambrosia only healed my bruises and my wrist - not my head or ankle,” she said.

“If we give you anymore ambrosia you’ll become feverish,” Percy said, and couldn’t help but feel sad that she was in pain.

There were a couple of moments where they sat in silence, and that silenced allowed the awkwardness to grow like water allowed a plant to blossom.

“Thank you for, uh, taking me here,” Y/N said as their silence was creeping up upon a minute.

“Of course, of course,” Percy said immediately. “How have you, er, been doing?”

Y/N sighed. She was just going to go back to her normal life after this, so what did she lose in telling him the truth, anyway? Maybe she’d even get some closure from it.

“I know this is silly, but . . . I tried to move on from you and I never . . . Found someone that I loved and wanted to be with like you,” she was admitted, toying with the bed’s sheets.

She waited for Percy to tell her that he was happy and dating someone that was great and that he had moved on from her. So now it was Y/N’s turn to be surprised when he said the last thing she ever would have thought of.

“With you, today, I realized I still loved you, Y/N. I did date Annabeth after us but we broke up. You, though, you’re amazing . . . And you were right. She did like me. So I’m sorry about how our relationship ended - I’m sorry what I said to you. When you’re better . . . I’d love go out for coffee or something. Honestly, I never knew how much I was missing you until today, and I’m still in love with you, even more than Annabeth,” he told her, and that scared himself a bit. This realization came onto him so suddenly, but he was so, so happy when he did say it. He never stopped being in love.

Y/N looked over at him, her eyes widened. Seeing his smile, it was contagious. She smiled as well, and reached out to take his hand. “I’d love that,” she said, softly, forgetting about her pain.

Percy chuckled and squeezed her hand - and that’s when Will interrupted.

“Aye, Jackson! Lay off my patient, okay?” Will said jokingly.

Percy laughed and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s good to see you, too, bro,” she said.

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trust me (always)

pairing: sam wilson x f!reader summary: it’s hard for you to trust anyone, especially people you get close to. you and Sam share a bond, a trust on the battlefield, but the Sam you see when you get back is different. however, things are changing and maybe the two Sam’s aren’t so different after all. wc: 3.4k+ genre: a little angst, some fluff, confusion, protectiveness, reader can’t see things as clearly as Stephen Strange, that’s for sure.

He held you as if you were something ancient, endowed with power but still delicate enough to require a special touch, a touch that recognized the silent strength within its bones.

It was reassuring.

You clutched onto him that much tighter despite the blood racing against your hand. You would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the fact that you were miles above the ground grasping against his chest for dear life.

Your legs tensed against his waist as you buried your head further against his neck. One of his arms stayed securely wrapped around you as he glided through the clouds, navigating through the smoke and clouds, wrapping the two of you in an invisible mist.

“Hey,” He breathlessly whispered against your cheek. “You good?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes squeezed tight.

A fear of heights never made any of this any better for you. You could barely accept the idea that you were up as high as you are.

Sam grunted a bit as he pushed both of you faster through the atmosphere. His suit whined a little in the strain of having only one wing to guide you but still held firm. Tony knew what he was doing with the upgrades.

“I’ve got you.” The words felt reassuring, but you didn’t bother to drop your death grip on his neck. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.”

You weren’t sure who he was trying to assuage more: you or him.

You cracked your eyes open for a second, just as he swerved slightly to avoid a heavy pocket of air, and saw the swirls of white and grey. Adrenaline shot through you, fresh and hot, but you kept your muscles locked. You wouldn’t squeeze him to suffocation, not up here where there’s nothing to catch you if you fell.

You squoze your eyes shut again, waiting till seconds felt like hours.

“We’re here.” He abruptly pulled up before gently lowering you two to the ground. He kept you tucked against his body, kneeling on the hard earth as his other arm circled around you.

For a second, for just a moment, you were pressed so tight in his embrace that you were sure that his fear of losing you was just as real as your fear of having to let him go.

Then the moment was over and he was crumbling into fits of laughter, his default face of charms and smiles came back. Good old Sam.

Just like before, like basic training and initiation, running side missions with Sam and Bucky, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. He was always your guy, always there to get you if something went wrong, always coming to your aide if you called him, he was always around. Always smiling, always teasing.

And he knew you had him to.

If he needed anything, recon, an infiltration team, a scout or just a man on the inside, you were there. You were good.

And that’s why, even when everything was falling apart around you, you waited, you closed your eyes, and you trusted him to catch you as you jumped out of the building.

There he was. Just like always.

“That was insane.” His teeth shinned at you, dazzling you into silence just like so many times before. He watched your face freeze, distracted in nostalgia, and his own brightness dimmed slightly, his teeth receding like the slow crawl of the tide working its way back into the ocean. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood up and you slowly unwrapped your arms from around him, finally noticing the vermillion streaking down your forearm.

You felt Sam tense for just a moment, his gleeful mask dissolving for just a second, before leading your charge inside the building. He moved fast despite the fact that you only landed seconds ago.

You, on the other hand, felt disoriented, and stumbled your way forward. It wasn’t the blood loss, or the dizziness from flight. It was something much deeper. Something that had everything to do with him.

Everything to do with the feelings that never went away but you always ignored.

You tried to brush aside the sucking void that appeared in your chest at the easy dismissal of his previous display, but it kept pulling at you, making you feel hollow in the middle.

It hurt. But you don’t need to admit that.

Just keep it in. Just keep it all contained until this is all over and then your void can devour anything it wants.

He led you through all the twists and turns before coming to stop at the medbay. Dr. Strange was in your path almost immediately after Sam hit the button. He’d been on special call for anyone hurt within the facility.

Plus, you and the doctor had become good friends over the years. He taught you basic first aid and you were able to teach him about philosophy, ways to help him see the world and better himself.

It was an exchange of information, but not deceitful, not in exchange for money or for self-gain. It was equal and the company was always nice.

“Hello, (name).” Good to see you again,” He softly smiled in your direction. You forced your eyes to crinkle with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Always a pleasure, Dr. Strange.” Your voice was calm, lovely even, as you responded. It betrayed none of the subtle agony you felt, nor the pain at the throbbing in your arm. It made your confidence strengthen and the void die down just a little.

He stepped over to you slowly, reaching out to take a look at your arm. “Debris in the arm?”

“Sam managed to pull me out before the building collapsed.” You spared a cautious glance in his direction, careful to manage the sucking pull of his eyes and the void within you. His stare was dark and...upset (out of character for him), before it immediately became ambivalent, balancing on the edge of nonchalance and subtle amusement.

It would have given you whiplash if you hadn’t been trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“Lucky girl,” Stephen smirked at you while gently tugging on your arm and pulling you along into the examination room. He looked past you, right to Sam.“I’ll take good care of her, promise.”

Your heart lept for a second.

Stephan looked down at you and winked before glancing back at Sam. “Do what you have to do. I gotta get back anyway.” His voice sounded cheerful, but the develivry of the response held something deeper, something more hidden and protective. He paused for a moment and the silence made you turn in his direction. His gaze was warm and gentle, but if you closely, just beyond it, there was a wall of steel. “I’ll be back.”

You heard his receding footsteps before Stephen closed the door.

“What was that about?” You sat up on the table as Stephen began examining your arm, working around the blood and dirt.

He scoffed. “We’ve talked about this before, (name).” He poured alcohol over your wound and a hiss left your mouth involuntarily. He pressed a towel against the exposed skin and waited for the bubbling to stop before moving on. “He would have stayed here if I hadn’t said you were okay.”

Why?

You were talking about the same Sam, weren’t you? The Sam who was a massive flirt, who couldn’t be tied down to anyone? Sam, who was always so carefree and flirty, who didn’t have to time for anyone else in his life? That Sam?

Or the other Sam? Reliable Sam. Dependable Sam. The Sam who always had your back.

Because that Sam only existed during battle, when everything was going left and the trust you needed to put in each other was stronger than his need to be witty.

But the Sam that came back was always different. It always stung a little. The Sam you came back with would go out and forget about you.

And you couldn’t forget about him.

The void grew bigger.

“We can’t be talking about the same person.” Your tone was grounded in defeat. You’d already fought this battle with yourself, you knew what your decision was.

“Oh,” He grinned. “But we are.”

You shook your head. “You got this all wrong. He doesn’t care that much. He saved me, that’s his job after all. That’s what we do during missions, that’s who we are. When we get back it’s always different.”

“If he was just saving you, why do you think he brought you here?” Stephan’s hands were fast as he wrapped up your arm. You’d been so distracted talking about Sam that you hadn’t noticed when he’d removed the glass from your arm. “He would have put you on the street if you were just another citizen, if it were just another mission.”

“Right,” You rolled your eyes before Stephen set your arm down. “Like that actually means anything. I’m an agent; it’s only right that I’m here.” Everyone was pretty much gone anyway. It makes sense he brought you here.

“Oh?” He smirked as he turned to put the supplies away. “You and Sam were pretty close when he brought you in. Almost glued to the hip.” The first aid kit shut with a loud click. The next sentence makes you question if he’s been watching your interactions properly. He’s done it before, “for research” he claims. “He watches you a lot. If he’s not physically close to you, his staring more than makes up for it.”

“Dr., don’t say all of this to make me feel better. I know when I’m not really wanted. He’s just being good ol’ Sam. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Are you saying this because you truly don’t believe that he cares or that you don’t think that anyone could possibly care about you like this?” His stare is deep and hard. He’s not upset necessarily, but he’s frustrated and you know better than to lie to him.

“To be honest,” you sigh and massage your fingers, aching from holding onto Sam’s suit, aching from not being able to hold onto him. “I’m not sure anymore.”

And if your sad eyes gives him any pause, Stephen pushes through it. He comes over and squeezes your hand.

“Listen kid, lord knows that I’m not good at any of this stuff.” He places the back of his hand against your cheek, a soft tap of affection. “But I do know that you deserve to be happy. Allow yourself that much.”

Your throat hurts from trying to push back the heartbreaking agony in his words, but you manage to nod, touching his hand gently in return.

The void still threatens to suck you in, but it doesn’t feel as indomitable as it did before.

…

“Where’d you go?” Bucky grunts through the radio as he knocks out his assailant, watching Sam come gliding down out of the sky.

“I had to grab someone.” He mentions in passing as he sets down on the ground. He pulls out his own gun and puts down a few more guards.

He catches Bucky’s smirk from out of the corner of his eye. His own gaze darkens and he’s unable to check the deep warning in his tone before the words come out. “Don’t say anything.”

“Wasn’t going to, flighty.”

“Call me flighty one more time and I’ll throw you off the bridge.”

He chuckles before swinging around Sam’s side and shooting another enemy with their gun aimed at Sam.

Sam pauses for a second, shooting two quick glances over in Bucky’s direction.

“Thank me later.” Bucky smirked at him with a spark and charm that Sam would have usually given him. Sam clamps his jaw down to avoid saying anything. “I’m sure a special someone would appreciate it.”

“When we get through this, remind me to never give you rides anywhere ever again.”

“Oh no,” he said in fake seriousness. “Who am I gonna call now?”

“Shut up.” Sam said stiffly, thinking briefly to you and Stephen’s knowing assurance. How many people knew how he felt? He didn’t even know how he felt. He didn’t know why your call over the radio made him as nervous as he felt or why he’d abandoned Bucky suddenly.

He just knew he needed to get to you.

Just like all those times before. He needed to be there. He needed you to know that you could trust him, with anything. Just like the confidence and trust that you’d given him.

You hadn’t sounded frightened — no — you sounded reserved. And reserved scared him a lot more than frightened did.

And so he was there, just before you were sucked down into the collapsing building.

Now, he just wanted to get out of this so he could get back to you. Surprisingly, although the thought scared him more than he wanted to admit — it’d been a while since Sam was willing to really settle in one place — he just wanted to get out of the field for just a moment, just to know you were safe before he moved on.

Even then, moving on wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t let himself think hard about that.

Sam shook his head slightly before getting back into focus. He still had a job to do.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, harrowing with laser focus as a plan formulated in his mind. “I’m pushing that building, there’s still people inside. Can you keep the sky clear? I really don’t want to be hit by shells while I’m moving people.”

“On it.” Sam jetted off into the sky, eyes peeled, ready to shoot down anything that would stand in the way.

…

Sam tried to keep his pace at a normal speed, but failed.

Bucky noticed.

They exited the quinjet back at base and Bucky picked up his pace to match Sam’s quicker clip. “I’ll debrief. You do what you need to do.”

Sam didn’t really care what he said.

Bucky knew better than to demand a response. He was always like this when it came to you.

Sam made it to the medbay and he paused for a moment, expecting you to be there resting at least. When you were nowhere to be found, Sam swallowed down his rising anxiety.

He moved around the corner, looking for someone around to ask where you’d gone. When he’d seen the red cape, he knew he’d found exactly who he was looking for.

“Sam,” He greeted, sitting and pouring over a text. “I trust that everything went well.”

“Something like that.” He compromised in response. “Where’d (name) go? Is she alright?”

Stephen nodded absentmindedly. “She’s fine, just needed a few stitches and a bandage. The last time I talked to her, she went out.”

“Out?” Sam worked to school his face into a neutral state despite the rising anxiety bubbling up in his core. He wasn’t overjoyed at the idea of you going out by yourself, especially after just sustaining an injury. “Where?”

“I’m not sure, Sam. But I assure you, she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. She just probably needs a break. Thinking you might die in a crumbling building isn’t something you just bounce back from.” Sam processed the information and slowed down, searching for an answer, a rational explanation of going after you.

Dr. Strange sighed before giving up this as a solution. “I’d wait. She’ll be back soon.”

Sam nodded, unable to come up with anything that would vindicate him from further suspicion. But just like how he’d almost promised you that he’d return, he’d be patient until you came back.

“Shawarma?” Stephen held out a paper towel. Sam looked cautiously, not sure if he really trusted what he was offering. He looked at him with a guarded expression before removing a glove and grabbing it out of his hand.

“Thanks,” Sam said, still in the middle of deciding whether he should eat it or not. “I guess.”

…

You waltzed back to the compound at the call of Stephen who rang you while you were out getting coffee. He’d sounded amused despite the seriousness of his words.

You didn’t bother rushing back to the office.

Whatever Stephen had going on, he could wait another thirty minutes as you made the walk back up the forested street back to the compound. Your wrap served as a constant marker of what happened, how your life was almost ripped from your clutches. You tried to ignore it now, but the white of the wrap consistently caught your attention.

You huffed in frustration as you worked back to the medbay. What in the world could be wrong now? You didn’t really want to relive the experience of nearly crying in his examination room.

You needed time to absorb it all.

“Stephen, what’s going on?”

You came to a stop behind his chair. Stephen only turned slightly to look at you. “Sam’s waiting for you.”

“Sam?” You scoffed and sipped your coffee. “Like he’d come looking for me. He’s got a debrief, not to mention plenty of other things to do in the meantime.”

“Well, he came here looking for you. Thought you might want to know.”

Disappointingly, you did kind of want to know. You pretended to be annoyed, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y his location in the driest voice you could possibly muster.

When she directed you to his rooms, you pushed down the jolt of surprise and kept your expression neutral as you turned out the examination room and down the hallway.

…

“Sam?” You knocked gently on the door, the anxiousness you felt earlier steadily rising as you waited outside. Maybe coffee wasn’t the smartest idea. “It’s (name). Stephen said you were looking for me.”

You took a few deep breaths, nearly resting your forehead against the door. Your nerves were jittering now, climbing to a fever pitch.

When Sam swung the door open, you nearly fell straight into him. You straightened as quickly as you could, clearing your throat and swallowing abruptly.

“Hi.” You said, meeker than usual.

Sam’s eyes glowed for a second before he found his usual charm, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. “Greetings.” You almost swore his voice was deeper than usual.

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. He just stared back.

You sighed, dropping your head and turning slightly away. This was stupid. “Well, he said you asked for me, but, if you don’t have anything to say, I’ll go.”

“Wait.” He reached out to you for a second before inching his hand slowly backward. “How’s your arm.”

“Fine.” You responded. It was throbbing more than before, but you figured the pain would linger for some time, despite the pain meds. “It should be a little while before I can take it off though.”

Sam nodded. “Good.”

You both stood in a tense silence again, just staring at each other for a moment.

“Okay, well, if that’s all…” You took a couple steps away from him, moving down the hall.

“(name)?”

You turned slowly, sparing a small smile in his direction. “Yes, Sam?”

“If, perhaps,” He tilted his head with a smirk. “I knew this place downtown….”

Your heart leaped into a gallop.

“And I asked you to join me, would you say yes?” His eyes did the soft twinkly thing and your heart melted.

Maybe this wasn’t such a stupid idea.

Maybe your Sam, that Sam that was always there in battle, didn’t actually disappear when you came home.

“Maybe…” You drawled out, slowly stepping closer to him until you’d slipped your hands into his, feeling his warmth stabilize yours. Maybe the good doctor was right. You deserved this, you deserved happiness. And if Sam was willing to take that chance on you, just another agent, then why not take a chance on him. “Depends on how you ask.”

Sam grinned for a moment. “(name), will you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow evening?”

You hid a smile before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, staying by his shoulder while your arms wrapped around him in a hug. Sam’s arms pulled you close, holding on tightly.

It felt like you were flying, but not anything else like your first experience in the air. You weren’t afraid now like you were then. You felt safe, calm, like you were in control.

You were soaring on something much stronger than air. Hope.

“I’d love to, Sam.”

He grasped you tighter as he picked you up and spun you around, your laughs joining together in bliss. And when he set you down, his eyes sparkled like a thousand suns and for the first time in a while, you were ready to let yourself fall.

Because this Sam, your Sam would catch you. Always.

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