#when my vision and consciousness came back i was staring out the window so idk what happened in those twenty minutes

[sandsucks]

eid mubarak!! i hope everyone who celebrated today had a wonderful lovely time! 🌸✨

[snoozingredpanda]

felt the urge to write something but idk

kinda yan goddess of death x gn reader (mentions of suicide, depression, just general sad stuff, but happy ending ig)

you met her on the darkest of days. floating in and out of consciousness, the walls of your bathroom turning black and grey as spots danced across your vision. the floor was wet — with what? you couldn’t tell. it was sticky and metallic and it made your head woozy.

slowly the black spots started to form a larger shape. with each slow blink it grew bigger and bigger, the gleam of something silver and the soft, cold breeze that you knew couldn’t come from the closed window.

“why?” a voice, muffled. you open your mouth but no words come out, no excuses fall from your pink lips. “you are… too young.”

a gurgle comes from your parted lips, and you hear a soft sigh, and suddenly you feel like a weight had been lifted. you felt like a cloud, floating up from your slumped position against the tub. opening your eyes, you could see clearly, see clearly the figure that had pulled you out of your body with a scythe.

she was hidden in a black cloak, her ruby red eyes piercing through the darkness of her hood. the hand that held her weapon was almost transparent, ivory-coloured bones faintly outlined. tilting her head, you see her face — stoic, yet confused.

looking down at your mess of a body, you swallow, before glancing back at her. she repeats, “why?”

knowing this was the fabled grim reaper, and that you were dead with nothing to loose, you instantly come clean about everything that had been hurting. how each tiny stress piled up until you couldn’t take it anymore. how life wasn’t worth living anymore. all the while she’s silent, staring.

finally, once you were done, she murmurs, “too many young people die. i have to rip their souls from their bodies, just like i had to for you…” her gaze travels down to your corpse. “but when it is someone’s time… there’s nothing i can do about it. even if it’s a child… i have to. i have to take them to the afterlife.” you cannot open your mouth. her crackly voice has you in a chokehold, a trance.

she sighs quietly. “you were not supposed to die today. it was written in the stars that today was not your day, but my brother has been lacking on his duties. as the god of luck, he should have given you something to live for. however it seems… you have nothing.”

her eyes glint, reflecting her sharp blade. “i would escort you to the afterlife, but i cannot watch someone so innocent die. you indeed have nothing to live for, but neither do i, except the title of goddess of death i inherited so long ago.” she slowly hooks your whispy soul with her scythe. “you must keep going. i shall give you something to live for… i promise you.” with that, she pushes you back into your body.

every night she visited you. at first she was silent, standing in the shadows. no matter how you tried to communicate, she wouldn’t talk or move. but when you came home from your stay at the hospital, she began to speak. only a few words, every now and then, but she never stayed long. too many souls to guide to the afterlife, you assumed.

months pass, and you start to look forwards to her visits. some nights she doesn’t come, but some nights she stays for hours. she explains that she had minions to carry out the soul collecting, and that her main job was to take the masses of souls to the afterlife, but that could wait.

luck came your way. she never said a thing about her brother but you were sure he was the cause of it. you’d caught a glimpse of a blonde, curly haired man with golden skin a few times, and within hours something brilliant had occurred: a promotion, the gas prices being lowered, or even that a pizza was delivered to your address by accident. grim pretended she didn’t notice, but you saw her soft smiles each time you told her about it.

you got close to her. she allowed you to see her cloakless, her semi-see-through skin so fascinating. her dark hair lifeless yet so, so soft. and of course her beautiful red eyes, which held so much emotion that her body never showed.

a few years passed and despite going through rough patches, you never returned to that state of mind you were in when you met grim. she made sure of this, arriving just on time when the world seemed to be crashing down. she always put you first, even if she knew her father, the god of the sun, would punish her for abandoning her duties. she didn’t care — you were her reason to live, and so she promised to be yours.

the closer you got over the years, the more you discovered about her, emotionally. she was a young goddess, only a few hundred years old. she was the black sheep of the family; the only deity that was seen as truly evil. yet her brother and father never disowned her like the rest of the gods urged, even her own mother, the goddess of health.

grim explained that she had to do what she did, or the balance of the universe would come crashing down. she didn’t decide who died — the universe did, and yet she was blamed for following instructions.

she tells you the times that were hardest, having to walk the silent streets where something horrible took place, having to carry a tiny baby to the afterlife, waking up one morning to find thousands of people dead due to something horrendous. there are times she does not speak about, times that she cannot speak about. wars, genocides, heartless murders. they make her sick to the stomach, yet at least she could promise these people a better time in the afterlife. she just wishes she had someone to hold after seeing such horrid things.

that person became you. every time something bad happens, she came to you, holding you close as she silently weeps for the lost ones. it does take long for her to become attached, too attached to let you go.

and so, the moment she hoped would never come, she tugs your soul from your body once more, before ascending to the place she calls home, forever. to be always known as the goddess of death and her promise.

[lis-likes-fics]

Concussed

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader Word Count: 8,820 words smh jfc Warnings: Car crash, many injuries, idk Author’s Note: Okay... maybe I got a little carried away. I did tell you guys I was going to end up writing a couple about him. I’m going through my phase, lemme alone. There will be a part two for certain reasons.

~~~~~

The sound of Chief Swan’s car parking in his driveway next door didn’t phase Y/N. It was when she heard the people talking where she decided to go to her window and see what was going on. She opened the window and stuck her head out of it in curiosity. She saw Charlie and Billy, a very familiar face, play fighting in Charlie’s driveway next to the red pickup that had been parked there for a few days.

She looked over and saw Jacob, another familiar face because of his relation to Billy, and a girl. Y/N smiled when she realized just who the girl was. She waved out of her window like a child, “Hey, Bella!”

The group looked over and saw her peering down at them with the smile plastered on her face. Billy and Jacob smiled and waved, Charlie gave a small wave of her own. “Hey, Chief, Billy, Jake.”

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” Billy asked with a smile.

“Same ole, you know me,” she responded.

A smile slowly spread across Bella’s face as the recognition settled in, “Y/N, it’s been forever, how are you?”

She smiled, “Hey, Bells. I’m good. It’s great to see you again.”

Y/N and Bella used to be great friends. She lived in Forks next to Charlie Swan her whole life. Her parents died in a car crash when she was very young and she was left with her grandfather, who died when she was sixteen. She began living on her own in the same house, too sentimental to move away. She had Charlie for adult supervision when she needed it, but she was pretty much independent otherwise.

Y/N, Bella, and Jacob used to play together all the time when she lived here with her. When she moved away, it was just her and Jacob. They hung around a little bit afterwards, but lost touch when they got into junior high. Y/N was currently a senior while Bella was a junior. She was a year older than her, which made her two years older than Jacob - another reason they lost touch.

Y/N stuck her head back in her window and made her way down the stairs and out of the house so she could get a better look at the group. She managed to get a short hug from Bella before they started talking again.

Billy smiled, “And there’s the trio. I miss the days you were just little kids playing in the mud.” Charlie nodded in his silent reminiscing.

Y/N smiled and nudged Bella a little, “Are you still clumsy?”

She chuckled lightly, “Are you?”

She smiled, “Fair enough. One reason we were such good friends-”

“You were both accident prone,” Jacob finished with a laugh.

“Still are. You had to make sure we didn’t get ourselves killed,” Y/N joked. He nodded as he sighed, a smile on his face as he remembered the old days where you were just little kids.

Charlie spoke, patting the truck, “So what do you think of your homecoming gift?”

Bella’s eyes widened in wonder and she looked from the truck to the people standing around her, “No way. The truck is for me?”

Charlie nodded, “Just bought it off Billy here.”

Jacob smiled, “I rebuilt the engine and-”

“It’s perfect!” She beamed, rushing to the truck with Jacob in tow. Y/N stuck by the window with a smile as she watched them. Bella got in and was given an overview by the long-haired boy while she rolled down the window for Y/N.

She turned to Jacob, “Maybe I can give you a ride to school.”

He shook his head regrettably, “I go to school on the reservation.”

Y/N spoke, “Maybe you can give me a ride. Jacob’s fixing my car right now and I’ve been snatching rides from a couple friends from school.”

She smiled, “Yeah, that’d be fine. It’ll be nice knowing at least one person there.”

She nodded, “Everyone’s super nice, for the most part. You should make friends quickly.”

~

Over the next couple of weeks, Bella, like everyone, was instantly interested in the Cullens. They were always the attention grabbers of the school, but no one hung out with them or thought well of them because they never hung out with anyone other than themselves. They were a strange group and they got a lot of unnecessary thoughts and names because of it. Y/N didn’t mind them. They were interesting and that was that.

Unlike the Cullens, especially Edward, he was interested in Bella as well. It took awhile for that to come to light, he’d run off after her first day at school. She’d told Y/N all about it on the way back home after school and, while it was strange, it wasn’t too strange for the Cullens. After some quick reassurance, they were fine.

When Edward returned, so did Bella and Y/N’s chat about him. She was sitting in her car, the window rolled down on the driver’s side so she could chat with Bella while she stood outside of the car. “This homework is ridiculous. You’re lucky you have another year before you have to do this,” Y/N complained as she stared at the sheet.

Bella wasn’t paying much attention, her gaze shifting from her own homework to Edward staring at her from across the parking lot. Y/N sighed and went back to her work before hearing a strange screeching sound coming from the end of the lot.

She looked up and saw a van skidding on the ice, careening out of control, headed directly for them. Y/N moved quickly to attempt getting Bella in the truck before the van crashed. She reached over and got the door opened before Bella noticed the truck, tripping on the ice under her feet and causing her to fall back against the door.

The door slammed hard back into Y/N’s skull and she moved to grab her head, her eyes hurting as she squeezed them shut. When the truck rocked back and forth slightly, she opened her eyes again, against the strain, and struggled to look out of the window to see Bella unharmed on the other side.

Her head was hurting too much for her to question how Bella got out of that without a scratch. She sighed and got back to her side, letting out a sigh as her dizziness crashed into her like the door did to her skull. Her vision strained as it sunk in and out.

Her headache began to sink in after her ears started ringing. Bella, getting over her shock, stood and turned to the window to see if you were okay. “Y/N?” She asked, her eyes wide and concern slipping into her voice. Her voice sounded muffled and distant, she could barely make out what Bella was saying.

She looked at Bella with unfocused eyes, “I’m fine.” Her words were slurred, barely hearing her own words over the ringing in her ears. People moved to look when they realized she was in the truck as well.

Students started swarming over to her side, looking in through the open window. They spoke in a choir of mumbles and muffled questions. Someone pushed his way through the group to look at her. “She needs to go to the hospital,” Y/N didn’t pick up a single word of that, but Bella did.

The last thing she saw before slipping into her first round through consciousness and unconsciousness was someone quickly rushing to get both Bella and Y/N to the hospital.

~

Y/N sat in the room surrounded by white, her feet hanging off the edge of the hospital bed as she kicked them in front of her. She had her hands steadied on the bed to keep her from falling over from the slight dizziness. The ringing had gone down, but it was still there in the background. Her headache was the only thing that had decided to stick around the way it had before.

She was just trying to convince everyone that she was fine. Just like Bella. She looked across the room at Bella, who was talking with her worried father about the accident. She looked away instead of trying to get her eyes to completely focus, the strain hurt.

When the doors opened, a stunningly handsome doctor came through them with a charming smile. He had icy blond hair, pale, ivory skin, and a smile that could kill. His face is kind, but pale, tired - that didn’t make him any less beautiful. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Y/N was sure she was shot with Cupid’s arrow.

He went straight to Bella first, “I heard the Chief's daughter was in.”

Charlie nodded, “Good. Dr. Cullen.”

Dr. Cullen, the head of the Cullen Family. Well, no wonder he was so beautiful. This was Carlisle Cullen.

He turned to the E.R. doctor, “I’ve got this one, Jackie.” She handed him the chart and left. He reviewed Bella’s chart, then felt the back of her head, “You have a nice knot growing back there, but your x-rays show no indication of concussion.”

Tyler Crowley, who Y/N assumed was the one who hit the truck, spoke, “I’m so sorry, Bella. I’m really-”

He was cut off by Charlie pulling the curtain between them. Yep, he was definitely the one who hit the truck. Y/N watched the interaction with a slightly tilted her. She was focusing in and out, not caring too much about anyone but Dr. Handsome.

Bella muttered, “It would have been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.”

Charlie furrowed his brow, “Edward? Your boy?”

Dr. Cullen looked up before looking back down at the chart. Bella continued, a hidden goal in her words now, “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

He gave her a smile, “As long as you’re safe.”

Bella sighed and glanced as Y/N, who was visibly spacing in and out. She was still trying to get over her headache, but it was a little hard when it rattled her brain like it did. She was just waiting for a doctor to get to her like they said they would.

Carlisle followed Bella’s gaze to Y/N. At first, it was just a glance before he looked back again with a slight intrigue. He quickly finished up with Bella before turning back to Y/N, walking over to her with a smile on his face. She gave a seemingly distracted smile back and he picked up her chart from beside her, looking over it closely.

“What’s your name?” He asked her, looking back up with that same smile. Only this time, she got a good look at his eyes. They were a magnificent honey gold that would have made her weak at the knees, had she been standing.

Instead, it was substituted by a fluttering in her stomach. But who was she kidding, he was probably already married. He had kids, for God’s sake, adopted or not. She glanced down at his hand while he stared at her chart and felt a little bit of unnecessary hope when she saw no ring.

It didn’t matter, though. He was way out of her league.

She struggled to find her voice for a moment, trying to recall the question before answering in a slurred tone, despite her best efforts to make it clear, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N, “ he said, as if tasting her name. He nodded slightly, “How are you feeling?"

She shrugged, “I’m okay.”

Dr. Cullen raised a blond brow very slightly before asking, "Any ringing in the ears? Headache? Dizziness?"

"Maybe a little,” she sighed, the slur becoming painfully obvious. He grabbed a small flashlight from his pocket and checked her eyes, running the rest of his tests. He looked back at the chart and sighed, “You've got a minor concussion."

“Course, I do,” she sighed, laughing weakly, “Brilliant.”

He gave her a sympathizing look and smile, speaking in that calm voice of his, “I want you to try to avoid unnecessary movement of your head and neck as much as possible. Limit your exposure to bright lights and loud sounds. Stay hydrated and get lots of rest. That said...you should be staying home for a couple of days before trying to get back to school."

‘Whatever you want, Doctor,’ was what her mind said before she quickly revised her sentence before she said it impulsively, “Alright. Thanks, Doctor.”

He nodded, “You’re very welcome.”

Dr. Cullen finished up with her before helping her off the bed, his icy cold hand placed on her arm so she didn’t trip and fall, which she was bound to do otherwise. Before they left the hospital, she was scheduled for another check up in two days.

She was rather giddy to know that she’d be seeing the blond beauty again in two days. She could hardly wait. She was driven home by Bella afterwards. She told her, “Hey, really sorry about the concussion. It must hurt.”

Y/N shook her head as she lied, “No, not at all.” She would rather not have people worrying over her. She was a lot like Bella in that area. The “suffer in silence” type.

She looked in her driveway and chuckled humorlessly at her car parked in the driveway. She nodded and walked up to the door. She moved the mailbox next to her door to reveal the small “hole” behind it where the car keys were hidden with a note.

When her grandfather was alive, he would often forget where the keys were so she had to put a spare in that space. She might as well use it since it’s there. The note read, “Finished the car. Good as new. You weren’t here so I dropped it off. -Jake”

She grabbed the keys and the note and went inside the house, closing the door behind her. She immediately got a glass of water and took a nap. She was tired.

But the nap didn’t stop her from thinking about the handsome doctor. If anything, it encouraged her as her mind wandered with fantasies of her and the gorgeous man.

~

Y/N got in her car on the day of her appointment. She was slightly giddy and she wanted to be annoyed with herself - she was acting like a child going to see her crush. She had to continuously remind herself, ‘Dr. Carlisle Cullen is way out of your league. Ring or not, there was no way he would be interested in you. Wake up.’

The reminders deterred her mood a little bit, but not enough to get her to calm down. She pulled out of the driveway and headed to the Forks General Hospital. After waiting for the nurse to show her to the room she’d be getting her checkup in.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the nurse called, looking around the room that sat four other people. She looked up, a tight smile on her face, “Right here.”

She gave a soft smile and said, “The doctor will see you now.”

Y/N stood and followed the nurse down the hall. She led her to a room where there was a doctor waiting-- not the doctor she was expecting. The doctor smiled at her as she motioned for Y/N to sit down in front of her. Y/N obeyed, her heart sinking in her chest a little bit.

‘He’s probably not here…’

“How are you,” she asked. Y/N gave a tight smile and shrugged, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“Let’s see what we’ve got,” Dr. Lacey looked at the clipboard, “It says here you got a minor concussion a couple days ago?”

Y/N nodded, “Uh, yes. Dr. Cullen assessed me.”

“Ah, yes,” the doctor said, as if fantasizing now. She shook her head and sighed, “So you're coming in for a checkup?”

Y/N nodded. The doctor nodded back and went through the checkup to make sure everything was in order. She took a little longer than Dr. Cullen had, he was efficient and certain of every move he made.

Y/N stopped and sighed to try and rid her thoughts of the golden eyed doctor. She didn’t need to be thinking about him, it would turn into obsession quickly if she continued to wonder about the doctor.

“Alright, you look alright. Be sure to take it easy, if you must go to school, take it easy,” Dr. Lacey broke her from her thoughts.

Y/N responded with a sigh, “I need to get back to school. But I will take it easy.”

“Alright, then. Drink plenty of fluids and be careful.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

After the checkup, Y/N left the room. Her hands gripped her bag as she walked down the hall. She looked up and saw none other than Dr. Carlisle Cullen walking down the hall her way.

He gave a warm smile, “Hello, Y/N. How is your head?”

She smiled back at him, “It’s better. I just came up for my check up. I...expected to see you...” She very slightly furrowed her brow, looking into his eyes. They weren’t the same honey gold eyes they were, they were darker, more brown than they were before.

He nodded, looking down at the chart in his hand briefly before looking back at her, “Something came up and I wasn’t able to take your case.”

She nodded, “Oh, okay.” He motioned to his clipboard and said, “I’ve got to go. Have a nice day, Y/N.”

She smiled at him again, waving, “Bye, Dr. Cullen.” He nodded with a smile and left. She sighed, turned around, and left.

‘So much for ‘not here’,’ she thought before walking off.

~

It had been a while since she’d seen Carlisle. She hoped the distance and time would help stop her little fantasies, but it only made them worse. Every day and every night, she found herself thinking of Carlisle Cullen. It was driving her crazy.

She could barely focus on the work in front of her as she waited for her next class to start in the parking lot next to her car. When the bell rang, she sighed and threw her bag over her shoulder, beginning to turn to head back into the school. She paused when she saw Bella walking away and towards the forest that bordered the school.

She shook her head, “Where is she going?” She began to follow her, tell her that class was the other way. As Y/N headed over, she saw Edward headed after Bella. She knew she should have turned the other way and given them their privacy but, if they were missing a class period to do something, it would have been good.

And she was never one to miss out on eavesdropping.

She waited after most of the crowd had cleared before headed into the edge of the forest, walking a little ways longer before she finally saw the pair in the distance talking. She could make out some of what Bella was saying, facing away from Edward as he stood rather strangely behind her.

“...skin is pale-white, ice-cold. Your eyes change color. And sometimes you speak like... you're from a different time,” Bella said, slightly shaken, but not scared. She turned to face Edward now and Y/N furrowed a brow. Her mind wandered back to Carlisle, how his eyes went from gold to dark brown (almost black), how his skin is also pale and cold. She shook her head and turned back to them.

Bella continued, “You never eat food, or drink, or come out in the sunlight. And you said no to the beach trip only after you heard where it was. Because of the treaty.”

‘What treaty?’ she thought. She wasn’t at the beach trip, she turned it down to do homework since she was behind. Before she could think on, Bella spoke again, “How old are you?”

Edward hesitated before speaking, something in his voice that somehow made Y/N cautious and alert, goosebumps rising on her skin from the sudden awareness of all of her escape routes. “Seventeen,” he said.”

Bella continued, “How long have you been 17?”

“A while.”

‘Is she calling him a…’ Y/N couldn’t bring herself to even think of the word. That was absurd! Vampires didn’t exist…

“I know what you are,” Bella said to him, Y/N was barely able to understand but it was audible enough for her to make out.

Edward spoke, his voice firm, edging on chilling, “Say it… Out loud… Say it.”

His tone and his look made Y/N feel a little more frightened than she was before and it was ridiculous. She shouldn’t be scared, he wasn’t a vampire. Was he?

Bella hesitated before finally admitting, “Vampire.”

Edward didn’t deny it and that’s what began to concern Y/N and pierce through her unbelieving thoughts, “Are you afraid?”

She shook her head, “No.”

‘Is Edward…’

His tone was angry now, it only added to Y/N’s fear, “Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?”

“You won’t hurt me,” Bella said instead of answering.

The fear that had now stricken Y/N to the core was what completely convinced her that this wasn’t just some weird, strange game the two had going on. Edward was a creature that was believed to just be a myth, this thing that hunted humans for their blood. For food.

Y/N turned around, leaving the forest as quickly as possible before she was found. She didn’t know what to do, so she raced to the parking lot, got in her car, and went home. She could worry about her absence in the rest of her classes later. Right now, she had to make sense of things.

If Edward was a vampire, what does that mean for the rest of his family? Were they all vampires? Was Carlisle…

She didn’t want to think about it. This was absurd, she was crazy. Any moment now, she would wake up from this stupid, sick dream.

No one was a vampire.

But when she didn’t wake up, she was truly surprised and shocked. She got inside as quick as possible and paced around her house anxiously. How long had Bella known? How was she not scared, at least even a little bit? If Edward was a vampire, he had to be dangerous right? Was she safe?

Y/N downed a glass of water to try and calm herself. She needed to calm herself so she could think rationally. After a while, she decided she needed a nap. Maybe a nap would make everything make sense. Or at least calm her enough so she could think straight.

~

A knock on her door woke Y/N up. She looked at her clock, realizing the time. School had gotten out by now, that could be Bella. She got up and walked cautiously to the door. When she saw Edward on the other side through the peephole, her breath caught in her throat as she stilled.

“Y/N,” he called on the other side. She let out a silent breath, tensed up from her unexpected and potentially dangerous visitor. He spoke again, “I know you're in there. Just let me in, I won't hurt you.”

She thought about it quickly before deciding to just open the door. Her trembling hand landed on the knob and she let out another silent breath before pulling the door opened. She ran a hand through her hand and asked nervously, “Are you all…?”

He sighed, “Can I come in?”

She bit down on her lip and stepped aside, allowing him to step into her home. She closed the door behind him when he was inside and then turned back to him. He gestured for her to sit down and she took the opportunity, looking back up at him anxiously.

“Yes, we're all vampires. Me and my family,” Edward nodded, answering her question.

She thought to herself, ‘Did he know I was there?’

As if he knew what she was thinking, he spoke, “Yes, I knew.”

‘How did you-’

“I can hear what you’re thinking,” he answered her thought once again, “Some of my kind have gifts, I can read minds.”

“Then...why did you let me hear?” She asked. If he knew she was there, He could have easily stopped the conversation until she left, or told her to leave himself.

He shrugged, “I had to break the news to you somehow. The opportunity was right there, so I took it.”

“But why?” She asked him, confusion written in her tone. He sighed and stopped to think for a moment before admitting, “It’s complicated… How is your head?”

Y/N brought her hand up to touch her head as she answered, “Better…” The topic of her head made her think about Carlisle again. Her mind wandered as Carlisle’s face appeared in her thoughts. Only, instead of the golden eyes she remembered seeing that first day, she was met with blood red eyes that pierced into her soul.

Edward shook his head, “Carlisle's no monster. He's anything but. You can trust me on that. He’s the reason for our current lifestyle choice.”

The fear in Y/N’s eyes returned very slightly as she thought about that answer before Edward caught himself, “We consider ourselves vegetarians. We don’t feed on humans, we feed on animals instead. It’s why our eyes aren’t red.”

That calmed her a little more and she turned to play with her hands. She was clearly still shaken and Edward caught onto that. He spoke through the silence that began to settle, “I should be going…”

He stood and turned to the door. He placed his hand on the door knob before turning back to her, “Y/N… please know that we aren’t going to hurt you.”

She considered her words before allowing them to make sense in her head. If they were going to hurt her, they would have done it already. She nodded, “Okay.” He nodded to her, before finally turning and leaving.

She thought about her visit from Edward a lot after that-- not nearly enough to be more than she thought about Carlisle, but it was a close second. His words calmed her more, they seemed sincere enough for her to be able to believe. But she was still shaken and working on the believing part.

She still went to school. She decided her fear shouldn’t be enough to put her further behind than she already was by missing just two days of school before and then half a day after the big reveal. She was wary of the Cullens, but she wasn’t scared of them. If she was, it wasn’t as much as when she first learned of their secret.

Their eyes seemed to watch her sometimes, as if they were trying to see every move she made, waiting for a slipup. She assumed it was because she knew their secret. She wouldn’t tell anyone, she wouldn’t risk anything by telling someone. Besides, people would think she was crazy if they did.

Y/N assumed Edward had told his siblings this because they stopped watching her so closely after a while.

Her schedule consisted of school and home. She didn’t have reason to be any other place, so she stayed inside. There was apparently some wild animal attacking people in Forks. Now that she knew about vampires, she had her suspicions. After Edward’s admittance of their diet, she had reason to believe and trust that it wasn’t them. So she had to be careful.

She was doing her homework again one afternoon. She saw that there was going to be a thunderstorm sometime later on, so she moved her work outside to get some air before that happened. She didn’t like being outside during any storm, rain or not.

The door opened at Bella’s house and she turned her head to see who it was. She saw Bella and gave a wave, “Hey, Bells.”

“Uh- Hey, Y/N,” she responded, giving a wave of her own.

Suddenly, Edward stepped in view and she looked up at him. She’d gotten quite used to him, but she still wasn’t that used to him. “Hello, Y/N. How are you?” He asked her with a soft smile. He was still trying to ease her into this. He didn’t want to spook her.

She had been spooked enough when she found out.

“I'm fine... Thanks,” she cleared her throat.

Edward thought for a moment before speaking, “Bella and I are going to play baseball with my family. You're more than welcome to come, if you would like.”

She shook her head, “No, I'm okay. I wouldn't want to intrude, I’m not a big sports person anyway... You have fun, though.” She gave a tight smile.

He nodded, “Alright. Good night.”

“Good night,” she said after him as he walked away with Bella. They got in her car and drove away. Y/N sighed and stood, walking back into her house to make whatever she had in her fridge for dinner.

~

Y/N looked out of her window from her room when she heard a car drive up to Bella’s driveway. She was probably just getting back home. It was already dark outside, it would make sense. When Bella slammed the door, Y/N opened her window and looked out. She seemed angry.

“Bella, is everything alright?” She asked, glancing at Edward behind her.

She looked up at Y/N. She nodded, Y/N could tell through the darkness of the night because of Bella’s pale skin-- although not as pale as Edward’s. “Yeah, just... We're fine. Stay inside.”

Y/N trailed off, “Okay…” She glanced at Edward through the dark. Edward’s pale white skin allowed her to makeout the look on his face. There was a warning in his features, not a warning against him, though.

She retreated from her window, closing it shut and returning to what she was doing. A few minutes later, she heard the door to their house slam as Bella drove away quickly from the house. Edward wasn’t with her. Charlie was standing in the light of the porch, watching her leave with a seemingly pained expression.

Y/N stood at her window, looking as best she could without opening it. She was confused, why did Charlie look like that? She sighed, it wasn’t her problem, she shouldn’t be so concerned about it.

She shook her head, retreating from her window once again and deciding to go to bed. Everything was sure to blow over in the morning.

~

A strange crash was heard downstairs as Y/N woke up suddenly from her sleep. She thought about what to do, there was an intruder in the house. She looked around her room and grabbed her baseball bat. Her grandfather had made a bat for her when she was younger and it was one of the really sentimental things she kept around, even if she didn’t play.

She carefully locked her bedroom door and went into her closet to hide, clutching the bat in her hands tight. After a moment, her door knob jiggled furiously. She pushed her hand against her mouth to keep her quiet. She was terrified at this point.

When the jiggling stopped, she removed her hand slowly. Then the door was kicked down and off of its hinges, making her jump as she clamped her hand back over her mouth and stopped breathing to stay quiet.

She couldn’t see anything, she didn’t take any chances with leaving the door opened just a crack. She listened closely and allowed herself to breathe as silently as humanly possibly.

Soft footsteps were heard on the other side of the door. With how soft they were, this had to be a woman. Why would there be a woman inside of her house trying to get to her?

The footsteps stopped. Y/N stilled and held her breath again so she could hear anything that happened. When the footsteps continued, they seemed to stalk closer to the door and Y/N’s heart only continued to pound in her chest. It was pounding so fast and so loud that she could feel and hear it in her chest. She was sure it would stop soon.

There was more silence.

Y/N let out a yelp as the door opened violently and revealed a woman with fiery red hair. Her eyes were wild and sadistic as she smirked maliciously at her. “Hello, there,” she said.

The woman grabbed Y/N by her throat, pulling her back to her chest as her hand moved to cover her mouth. Her other hand came to pinch her nose, keeping her from breathing as she slowly and painfully stopped the air flow from reaching her brain and lungs.

Y/N struggled against the woman’s hold, trying to scream and yell to try and get the attention of the chief next door, who’s probably already asleep. Y/N’s struggling slowed as she grew weaker. She started seeing black spots in her vision as if faded in and out with each failed attempt to breathe.

Soon, she couldn’t fight anymore as her body went limp and she went unconscious. The woman let go of her, dropping her to the floor. Her goal wasn’t to kill her… yet.

~

Rosalie and Esme were sent to Bella’s place to guard Charlie and Y/N. Rosalie was confused as to why she needed protecting. They didn’t associate with her, the tracker, James, would have no reason to try and hurt her.

As they came up on the house, Esme checked quickly for Charlie to make sure he was safe. When she saw Charlie sitting in his house, she nodded to herself. Charlie was safe.

Rosalie took Y/N’s, looking inside the house. She stopped when she saw the door slightly opened. She walked up to the door, pushing it open as it squealed against the motion. She stepped inside and saw the broken vase on the floor behind the door.

Whoever opened the door before must have knocked the vase over by opening the door too quickly. She looked up the stairs, rushing to the top quickly and seeing the door on the floor. It had been kicked down. She searched the house quickly, listening closely for a heartbeat. She found nothing but an empty house.

She rushed back to Esme, “We have a problem. The girl isn’t here. Someone broke in.”

Esme’s eyes widened slightly and she grabbed her phone, quickly calling Carlisle to inform him of the news. When the phone picked up, she spoke quickly, “Y/N’s gone. She’s been taken.”

There was silence on the other end before Carlisle spoke, his voice was still calm, but it was lower in tone and held a slight edge to it that only a vampire could pick up, “What?”

Rosalie spoke, knowing Carlisle would be able to hear her, “The front door was opened and her bedroom door was kicked down. She’s nowhere.”

Carlisle’s grip on the phone tightened, but he eased it before he could break the phone. There were tiny dents where his fingers had squished the phone. He spoke in a disturbingly calm voice, “Watch Charlie. I’ll handle Y/N.”

He hung up the phone and returned his grip to the steering wheel. Edward and Emmett had heard the conversation on both ends. Edward was the only one who knew what was going on, Emmett was still trying to catch on. Why was this girl so important?

Carlisle stepped on the gas, carefully not to step too hard so his foot didn’t go through the bottom of the car, as he spoke, “Continue heading to Bella, I’ve got to turn around.”

Edward saw his plan before he could ask. They came up to a dealership just after Emmett asked Edward’s forgotten question, “How are you doing to get there?” When he saw the dealership, he spoke, “Oh.”

Carlisle pulled over and got out of the car, handing the keys to Edward. Edward told him, “Good luck.”

He nodded and Edward moved to the driver’s side before pulling out and speeding down the road again. Emmett was still confused as to why Y/N was so important, but he thought it best not to ask. The answer would probably pop up eventually.

Carlisle disappeared into the car dealership, intent on finding Y/N.

After the long process-- at least, it was long for him --of getting his car, Alice had called Carlisle’s cell. She spoke quickly, knowing he was already listening. “I see her. She’s in her car, in the back tied up. Victoria’s taking her somewhere.”

“Where are they?” Carlisle asked, his tone patient but his emotions anything but. Alice was quiet for a moment, looking closely into her vision before answering, “They’re headed to Seattle.”

“Thank you, Alice,” he told her sincerely. Alice hung up the phone and he sped down the road on his way to her.

~

Y/N inhaled deeply as she began to open her eyes. They fluttered before finally settling to see what was around her. She looked up and let out a small groan, “Where am I?”

She looked over when a female voice answered, “She’s awake.”

That woke her up completely. Memories from earlier hit her like a train as she went to sit up, realizing her hands and legs were tied up. The bindings were tight, she could barely move her fingers because her hands were tied so close together. She managed to sit herself up with tons of difficulty.

The woman was driving so quickly that all Y/N could make out through the windows were shades of dark green and blue. It was still dark outside, so she hadn’t been out for too long. The speed was enough to make Y/N nauseous as she moved to put her seatbelt on, going as quickly as possible in her panic. She needed to stay calm and the seatbelt was some sort of mundane reassurance.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked, her breath quick with worry.

“Nowhere you need to be in a rush to be. We're going to meet your friends,” the woman responded with a sadistic smile.

“My friends?”

“The Cullens,” she answered her.

Realization hit her as Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She spoke in a slight whisper, “You’re a vampire.”

The woman looked in the rear view mirror at her, giving Y/N a view of her crimson red eyes, “Smart girl.”

Y/N gulped, “Are you going to kill me?”

“No, of course not,” the woman said, before shrugging a shoulder and smirking, “Not yet, at least.” She looked back at the road for a moment and Y/N looked around quickly. There had to be some way for her to get out of this situation. She couldn’t defeat a vampire, if she tried anything, she probably would kill her earlier than expected.

Before she could think of anything, the woman’s eyes turned to the mirror again and she frowned, snarling at what she saw. She turned around to see through the windshield in the back. Y/N looked back as well, but she couldn’t see anything. They were going too fast for her to make out a single thing.

The woman huffed and turned the wheel harshly, vastly overestimating the turn before the car swerved dangerously off the road. They were in air for a second and that’s when time seemed to slow.

Y/N was nauseous as she felt herself lift off of the seat as she seemed to float on thin air. A cry left her throat and tears pricked in her eyes as she feared for her life as she thought about the impact of crashing at this speed.

In the second they were in the air, Victoria managed to open her door and dart out of the car, leaving Y/N there. She was already gone before the car even crashed.

The front wheels crashed onto the ground harshly and the nose of the car dug into the soil. It flipped the car over as it landed on the hood, the back of the car propping up against the tree behind it.

Y/N groaned and she smelt the smoke and gas. She moved, but she was stuck and there was a pain in her chest that made it hard to breathe. A strangled cry let her throat as she looked down and saw a large shard of glass sticking out of her chest. Her head spun and she was nauseous all over again.

She looked down at her seatbelt slowly, pressing the button to take it off before falling to the bottom. The glass on the bottom sliced at her skin and she winced. Blood, sweat, and tears covered her. She looked to see if she could find a way out of the car. She could hear the gas leaking out of the car, it would blow with her in it if she didn’t get out.

She ignored the glass and other sharp materials, moving to get to the door, to open it so she could escape. She tried all she could but she couldn’t reach the door, she was trapped.

But then the door ripped off of the car, allowing a passage to escape. She wiggled toward it, but she could barely move, the car was beginning to collapse in on itself and it was weighing down on her.

She could barely see, her vision was blurry and going in and out. It was so hot, it was making her dizzy. She saw a pale form in front of her, but she could make out a face. The form ripped the car apart over her so he could grab her, pulling her out of the car and to safety.

When she was finally out of the car, away from the heat and the gas, a round of coughs rattled through her. The smoke was no longer trying to cloud her lungs as she went to breathe. When the coughs subsided, she blinked until her vision slowly came back to her.

She looked back down at the glass shard in her chest, she brought her hands up, reaching her fingers to grab the shard nervously. When she had a good enough grip, she closed her eyes shut to brace herself.

“No, don’t do that,” a voice said. She knew that voice.

Her eyes flew open and she saw Carlisle, reaching to grab her hands. She reacted quickly, rushing to get away from him. She couldn’t move very well, the bonds wouldn’t allow it.

“No! Don’t touch me!” Y/N screamed, flinching away from the desperate touch of Carlisle. Her eyes were wild, her breathing fast and shallow, her whole body trembling in uncontrolled fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Carlisle said, gently taking Y/N’s hands and holding them firmly. Their eyes met. “Listen to me,” he told her, “You’re safe and they aren’t going to hurt you again. I’m here now. Trust me, I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Carlisle almost expected Y/n to yank her hands away in her panic, but she didn’t-- instead she relaxed a little, tears slipping from her eyes, and let out a breath, “I…”

“It’s okay,” he said, smiled, and pulled her into a hug she didn’t resist. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She calmed the best she could and her exhaustion snuck up on her, causing her to pass out in his arms.

He sighed and looked at the wounds all over her body, then glaring at the glass in her chest. He needed to help her quickly. He took off his jacket, removing the shard and tying it around her chest as tight as he could without suffocating her.

He set her in the back of his car so she could lay down and made sure she was alright. He stepped on the gas and they were off to his house in no time at all.

~

Y/N breathed in suddenly, her eyes shooting open as she went to look around frantically to see where she was. Her body was in pain, but it didn’t hurt as badly as it did before. A soft, calm, soothing voice spoke to her, “Hey, hey. It’s alright, calm down.”

She looked to see Carlisle hovering over her, cotton in hand as he tried to get her to calm down. “Where am I?” She asked quickly, still working on the adrenaline she’d built up while she was asleep.

“Just relax,” he told her, “You’re in my home.” She took a breath in and allowed herself to lay back again. He gave her a reassuring smile, dabbing the cotton ball against a cut on her forehead. She winced and looked up at him while he worked.

“What happened?” She asked quietly.

He looked down at her, his eyes darker than the honey gold. They were around the same color she saw when she went to the hospital the second time, only they were slightly darker. “You don’t remember?” He asked, just as gently.

She looked down at her chest, there were stitches there that explained the numbness.

The glass shard in her chest from the crash.

She looked at her hand, seeing her bruised wrists.

The rope she was tied in by the woman.

It all came back to her as she looked over herself and then back into Carlisle’s still calming eyes. She remembered seeing those eyes after being dragged out of the burning car by him.

“You... You saved me,” she mumbled, sight disbelief as she stared at the gorgeous man.

“Of course, I did,” he told her gently as he bandaged the cut on her forehead. She had quite a few bandages on her body. She remembered the cuts and scrapes from trying to escape from the car.

She shook her head and blinked, “But...why?”

“I couldn't let you die, Y/N,” he said softly.

“Because you’re a doctor,” she concluded, feeling a little down by the answer.

“Because...it's complicated,” he shook his head and let out a sigh.

Y/N nodded, sighing slightly before wincing from the action, “That’s what Edward said, too.”

“You know our secret,” he stated more than asked. She nodded, “Yes.”

“Edward told me,” he replied.

She looked back at him, “Are you mad?”

He glanced at her, a small smile on his face, “Of course not.”

She managed to crack a joke, surprising even herself, “Just disappointed?”

He chuckled lightly, she felt triumphant about getting a chuckle out of him, “No, not that either.”

She smiled slightly before it dropped again, “Then what?”

Carlisle hesitated, setting the cotton ball down as he looked back at her, into her eyes. He stood blinking at her, lost in thought as if he tried to find out how to respond. He finally spoke, looking away from her as he did, “I’m captivated by you.” He returned his gaze to her curious, sparkling eyes.

“Me?” She questioned, shocked and surprised, “How?”

He chuckled weakly again at how shocked she sounded, “It has a degree of fate in it…” He returned to his work, picking up a cream and rubbing it onto her wrists over her bruises without hurting her.

“Ah, yes. Fate. My favorite thing,” she joked, watching his hands move along her wrists. He genuinely laughed, the two of them relaxing a little more before he turned to her ankles to rub the cream on the bruises there as well.

After rubbing in the cream, he bandaged the bruises and flashed her a smile, “I’m all done.”

She smiled at him, “Thank you, Carlisle.” She moved to sit up a bit more and he helped her so she wouldn’t hurt herself more than she was already hurt.

He shook his head, “There’s no need to thank me.”

She stared at him, memorizing his features like it would be the last time she’d ever see him. Another gaze into his eyes and she remembered the second checkup. He was supposed to be her doctor. She knew his answer was a lie, she just didn’t want to point it out. But she felt a degree of necessity now.

“Why weren't you the one to take my case when I went for my checkup?” She questioned, a soft expression on her face as she examined his.

He sighed and looked down at his hands holding the role of bandages. “You,” he said, only looking up after, “It’s the same reason my ears are a different color than the first time you met me.”

She listened intently, her eyes never leaving him as he spoke, “When I said a degree of fate, that's what I mean... Your blood attracts me. I’ve lived a long existence and I’ve never had to try and hold myself back. It’s how I know…”

She furrowed her brows and he looked down and away from her again. She moved her head so he would look at her again. She threw her legs over the side of where she was sitting so her body was facing him now, “How you know what?”

He looked back up at her, the way she was sitting now put him standing between her legs. Neither of them seemed to notice, though. They were wrapped up in their conversation.

“It’s how I know you’re… my mate,” he finished, watching for her reaction closely. Once again, she was caught by surprise. “I’m-” she closed her eyes and shook her head before looking back up at him, “Like a soulmate?”

He licked his lips with a light chuckle, “More or less, yes.”

She blinked at him, “Me?”

He sighed slightly, furrowing his brow as he gazed at her. He spoke gently, “You really don’t see it?”

She shrugged lightly, “I don't see how you could be… How I could be... You're way out of my league.”

A smile tugged at his lips, “Apparently not.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she chuckled.

He shook his head, “You don’t have to say anything.” He set a hand under her chin, lifting her head a little to see him better before dropping his hand. He spoke in a gentle tone, “You’re perfect for me.” He smiled and kissed her forehead softly.

She gazed into his eyes, the eyes that seemed to turn lighter with every moment that passed, as if her presence was restoring their warm, honey golden hue. She licked her lips, her eyelids fluttering. They were so close now.

“Why did you save me?” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. Carlisle had managed to take her breath away as she tried to regulate it again.

His hands moved to her arms, just above her wrists. He slowly drifted down until they took her hands in his own. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes darted from his to his lips. Their fingers intertwined as they relished in the slow, sensual moment. Everything was still and calm, nothing was disturbed or had any sign of turning out that way.

It seemed like they would be frozen in place like this before Y/N made the first move, her hands moving from his as her arms wrapped around Carlisle’s neck. She pressed her lips to his, letting out her breath at the relief of the kiss.

Carlisle’s hands fell to her waist, steadying her as he kissed her back. Their lips molded together, moving in sync with each, in perfect harmony. She could feel what he meant about being his “mate”. She could feel that bond, that connection that they held. She was Intoxicated by him.

Her fingers intertwined in his hair, keeping him as close to her as possible. She wanted to feel him against her, his body close to hers in that sensual moment. It was as if the world stopped around them, as if it allowed them to have the moment for as long as they wanted, allowing them their forever.

It took awhile for Y/N to finally pull back to allow her lungs some air. Their eyes were closed, her forehead pressed against his as she caught her breath. He didn’t move from where he was, relishing in her presence. He spoke, his voice a whisper in the air, her words meant for her ears only, “I don't want to lose you.”

That was enough for her as she smiled and brought him back into another life-altering kiss.

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When You’re Close to Me w/ Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings: some tears from characters, but still just a bunch of fluff

A/N: I love this song so much. (Go listen to it now). I feel like I didn’t do it justice but whatever. This has been in my drafts forever. Idk how it turned out but here we go. Also ik it’s kinda long, don’t come after me lmao

Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream

Bakugou just started to stir awake, the sun slowly starting to beam in the window. His blurry vision came to focus on the digital clock next to him that said 5:45 AM. He sighed and flopped his spiky head back onto his pillow. He opened his eyes again slightly as he turned to face his partner next to him. God, he still can’t believe how lucky he is. Every morning he gets a little wave of relief when he sees you by his side. He’s got a little smile on his face as he holds back from just cupping your cheek and pecking you on the forehead to tell you how much he loves you. But he thinks you’re so cute and peaceful when you sleep and knows you need rest otherwise you’ll be a little brat. Instead he wraps his arm around you, closes his eyes, and hopes he falls back asleep as his mind still focuses on you.

Well, you can’t get what you want, but you can get me. So let’s set out to sea.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t get out of it. They needed all the help they could get.” Bakugou pleaded to you while holding your hands in his. It was your 3 year anniversary and he had to cancel your plans for the evening due to a villain attack downtown.

You sniffled and looked towards the ground, limply holding his hands back. “I understand. I knew what this was going to be like, being with a hero. It’s just hard sometimes you know? I miss the days where we would spend all day together. We would go to class together, eat lunch together, visit each other’s dorms whenever we wanted. I miss you, Katsuki.”

He pulled you into a hug where he ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face into his chest. “I know. I miss you so much. Being a hero is amazing, but it’s damn exhausting, especially not having you there with me. I love you, Y/N.” He said softly as he kissed the top of your head and then rested his chin on it.

“I love you too, ‘Suki. We’ll figure things out.”

“Of course, we will. We always do. You and I are a pretty kickass team if I do say so myself.”

“Huh, you really think so?” You looked up to meet his gaze. He just nodded and hummed in reply. “Well, I do too.” You then pulled him into a sweet kiss. Something you guys had done a thousand times, but it still brought butterflies to your stomach every time. You guys remained in each other’s arms for a bit longer, just swaying slightly despite the quiet.

“You know, I may have a way to bring back the old days.” Bakugou said breaking the silence.

You looked up at him. “Oh yea? Do tell, pretty boy.”

“Well..” he cleared his throat and continued in a low tone, “I was thinking maybe we could move in together. Like when we lived in the dorms, but with no Aizawa on our backs. It’s not perfect but at least I’ll get to see my beautiful idiot more often” You thought for a few seconds just staring into space. “Nevermind, it was stu-“.

“It’s perfect.” You kissed him again. “I would love that, babe.”

“Tch- well yea, of course you would it was a great idea.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face after getting an ego boost from you agreeing with him. You just rolled your eyes back. “I would too, though.”

Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me. When you’re close to me

Katsuki had no idea where he was. He was lying down on a bed, staring at the stark white ceiling as his vision began to clear. When he finally regained consciousness, he jolted up realizing he didn’t know was was going on. Then, you got up from your chair that was beside him in order to calm him down. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his side. He winced and quickly put his hand on the wound.

“Oof, honey. I was trying to prevent you from doing that. Are you okay?” You said as you softly rubbed his arm.

He listened and lied back facing toward you this time. In a low, gruff voice he responded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell are we?”

“We’re in Recovery Girl’s office. After training today you ended up getting pretty beat up and passing out.”

It was all coming back to him. It was him versus Deku. One of their last days at UA and everyone was going all out. The two were moving quickly, jumping around each other trying to dodge and land hits. Eventually they started to wear down, but you know them, they will never stop. So after a while, Midoriya was able to use a little more than 10% of One for All, causing Bakugou to crash into a wall and fall to the ground. It wasn’t over yet though. He stumbled back up while doing his signature yelling. He was setting off explosions to fly up to his opponent and land a huge hit, but midway he just passed out and ended up falling on the concrete.

“Oh, yea I remember now. THAT FUCKING DEKU!! I’M GONNA MAKE HIM PAY!!” He yelled while trying to get out of bed. You then had to get up and set him back down.

“No, no, no. Katsuki, you can’t do anything right now. You need to just relax.” You said softly while pushing him back down by his shoulders.

“But I can’t lose to him! No fucking way!” He was still attempting to get up.

“You have to let it go, Suki.” You sat back down next to him and held his hands in yours. “I understand you wanting to get even, but you can’t right now. You’ve already gone way too far today.” You take a deep breath and continue, “You’ve been worrying me. Recently you’ve exhausted yourself so many times just in training alone. I get we’re close to graduating, but you need to relax, take it easy. Exerting so much energy in an emergency, I understand, but you’re just fighting ‘stupid’ Deku. You’re not going to be doing much hero work if you’re always in the hospital.” You sighed and put your head down, “I’m sorry, Suki. I just hate seeing you hurt.”

He knew what you meant. A couple months ago you were also injured badly and had to stay in the hospital for a few days after fighting a tough villain during your internship. He could barely take it. He couldn’t do anything except be by your side. All he wanted was to see you back to being the badass you usually are.

He sat up and rubbed his thumbs on your knuckles as you continued to hold hands. “Don’t worry about me, dumbass,” he said at almost a whisper, showing how ‘dumbass’ is just his way of saying he loves you. “I can take care of myself just fine…. But as much as I hate to admit it, I know you’re right.” He said with a smug grin which didn’t go away after you hit his shoulder. “Jeez, babe I’m just kidding. Point is you’re right. I can’t just go in ready to kill some people. I need to be smart about it. I need to be able to prove myself.”

“But you already have proven yourself. In more ways than one. You can show how great you are using methods that aren’t beating the shit out of Izuku, you know?”

“But those ways aren’t as fun.” You ended up slapping him on the shoulder again as he almost died laughing.

“Can you just promise me that you won’t end up in the nurses office again?”

“Alright, I’ll try my best.” He pulled you over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Thanks for putting up with me. I love you.”

“I love you too, even though you give me migraines.”

And surprisingly Bakugou kept up his promise, saving himself a whole lot of pain and saving yourself a whole lot of stress.

Just looking out for the day when you’re close to me.

The heat was rising as the your second year of UA was coming to a close. For the last half of the year Bakugou was slowly accepting his feelings for you and couldn’t hold back any longer. Somehow he tolerated you more than all the other extras. Hell, he even liked spending time with you and would go out of his way to do so. He didn’t want to spend the summer without you, but he didn’t know how to approach the situation. He couldn’t risk looking soft, but then again he “doesn’t care” what other extras think. It was a position he’d never been in before and he didn’t know how to handle it.

You were in the same boat. You may have had crushes before, but not like this, and definitely not like Bakugou. It didn’t take much to notice that he was somewhat nicer to you. He did schoolwork with you and didn’t smack you upside the head. He started choosing you as his partner more often in training. And never exploded when he got he annoyed with you. Maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him? You didn’t want to take things the wrong way and upset him. He was so predictably unpredictable. A literal ticking bomb, but somehow he was a lovable one.

The two of you were becoming unbearable. Your friends had all been planning to get together before summer break anyway, so they decided to do some meddling.

You had just joined the Bakusquad in the common room waiting to have some fun. You and Bakugou were sitting next to each other on the couch while Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima all were chilling on the floor around the coffee table. Meanwhile, Mina was nowhere to be found.

“Ugh! Where the hell is stupid Pinkie?! I wanna get this shit over with?”

“We love you too, Kacchan.” Kaminari replies and you can head Bakugou growl next to you and you try not to laugh. “I’m sure she’ll be here any sec. She had to grab something for the super special thing she planned.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows and Bakugou just rolled his eyes. Kirishima then kicked Kaminari and whisper-yelled “Dude!” Then he turned back to you guys and said with a nervous smile, “What he means is that Mina wanted this to be the perfect hang out before we have to go back home, so she has some stuff for us.”

“I sure do!” Mina yelled as she burst in the room with her arms up.

“tch- finally” Bakugou mumbled under his breath.

“We just gotta set up and then we can do the super special thing. Sero and Kirishima wanna help me grab some stuff from the kitchen? And then the rest of you can you check to make sure we have enough room in my dorm? Great!” She gave no one time to respond and everyone just got up and followed suit.

“Wait can I use the bathroom first?! I totally gotta take a whiz!” Kaminari whined.

“Yea, just hurry up! I wouldn’t want you to miss anything! Y/N and Bakugou we’ll all meet you up there in a sec!”

Sero, Kirishima, and Mina shuffled into the kitchen while Human Pikachu bolted (lol) to the bathroom. You and Bakugou weren’t as frantic as the others but you still went with it.

When you both arrived you found Mina’s room to be totally clean. “OI, PINKIE YOU’RE RO-!” Bakugou was on the way his way out but then you saw a flash of yellow and the door slamming on Bakugou’s face.

“What the-?” Bakugou tried to turned the handle but it didn’t budge. “I SWEAR IF YOUR PLAN WAS TO PRANK US IM GONNA BURN YOUR DUMBASSES ALL TO HELL!! NOW LET US OUT!!” He banged on the door, still attempting to get out, but all he heard back was some snickers and the sound of something being put in front of the door. The Pomeranian, now angered, was still aimlessly attacking the door until he heard you sigh and flop on the bed.

Sprawled out with your hands covering your face you muttered, “Ugh, I’m sorry.”

Bakugou stopped and turned around to face you being the most confused you’ve ever seen him, “Wait... you knew about this!” He started stomping over.

You quickly sat up anticipating something to happen. “No, no I didn’t. I just.. I think I know what this is about. I think this is all because of something I said to Mina.”

You move your eyes around the room afraid to make contact with the ruby eyes of the man standing above you.

“And what’s that?”

You sigh and fidget with your fingers, “Well, I may as well say it because I don’t think we’ll get out of here otherwise. I like you, Bakugou. I have for a bit now and didn’t know what to do. So I asked Mina, and this is definitely not how I wanted to handle it so I’m sorry and-“ you were interrupted by Bakugou tilting your head up which was staring at the floor while you rambled. He quickly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You sat there wide-eyed. Not that it wasn’t good (it was), you were just thinking holy shit, my crush is on my face right now.

“Shit, I’m sorry I should’ve asked first. I just wanted to stop you because you don’t need to apologize. And I’m pretty sure you know this now but I like you too I guess. I don’t find you as annoying as I probably should. I haven’t for a while now.” He now was stood back up with a blush spread across his face and his one hand in this pocket with the other one rubbing the back of his neck. You stand up next to him and place your arms on his shoulders.

You giggle and say, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. I was just surprised because I didn’t expect it from you. I actually think we should do it again.”

“Really?” He looked up as you nodded in response while biting your lip. You both then leaned in and kissed each other once more. It was definitely not as awkward as the first one. The kiss was sweet and passionate. When Bakugou feels something, he feels it wholeheartedly and it was evident in the way he was kissing you. He treated you as if you were an illusion that could shatter at any moment and he wasn’t going to take any of his time with you for granted.

You were suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door, “YOU LOVEBIRDS DONE IN THERE YET?!!! I ACTUALLY WANTED TO DO STUFF TONIGHT!!” Mina yelled through the door.

When you’re close to me

Bakugou woke up again but this time due to you booping his nose. “Good morning, Sunshine.” You whispered as you placed a kiss where had previously booped him. He just groaned and looked over to see the clock reading 8:30 AM. When he looked back your head was on his chest while you held onto him. He smiled a bit and pulled you in closer.

“Can we just stay like this all day, babe?” He said with his cheek pressed on the top of your head.

“Did I hear that correctly? Katsuki Bakugou said he wanted to stay in bed?! I must be dreaming still.”

“Tch, you’re such an idiot.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “I love you though, you know that right?”

“Enough to help me make us some breakfast in bed?” You looked up at him with puppy eyes. He just sighed loudly and started to dramatically get out of bed. You soon followed and caught up to give him a hug as he grabbed stuff from the fridge. “I love you too, ‘Suki.”

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Mine Forever

Pairing: Vampire!Eita Semi X gn!reader

Genre: A little spicy but also not? A little yandere vibes I guess

Authors Note: Idk how to really describe this but it’s not my usual fluff. I also decided to post this today cuz it’s Halloween. Also this probably isn’t really in character at all for Semi so plz don’t get made at me. Also also this is kinda timeskip Semi but they are no real spoilers so don’t worry about that. 

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds 

Synopsis: Y/n goes to a house party hosted by the one and only Eita Semi.

Pitch Black. That was the night sky and everything under it. Everything except the tall and large windows that were flooded with ever changing colors. There was music coming from within the grand house that stood before Y/n.

"Come on," Their friend said as she nudged their side. Y/n flinched at the sudden contact that had pulled them from their thoughts. "Well?" Their friend held out her hand. Y/n stared at it for a moment before gingerly taking it. They wasn't quite sure how their friend had to convince them to come to this party, but they just hoped that they stuck close together. Once inside the spacious house, Y/n and their friend were engulfed in color and blaring music. Y/n was overwhelmed immediately and their friend picked up on it.

"Hey let's get some drinks?" Their friends suggested. Y/n nodded their head and allowed themselves to be led to the kitchen. With a red solo cup in hand their friend suggested they go to the living and see what the scene looked like. Y/n didn't even have to step into the room to know that their anxiety would be through the roof.

"Go on ahead," Y/n shouted over the music. "I'll hang out in here for a bit." Their friend gave them a sad smile but her attention was abruptly taken by some guy who was asking her to dance. She looked at Y/n that gestured for her to go. With a smile and a wink she took the guy's offer and let him lead her into the living room. Once their friend had disappeared into the crowd Y/n found a blank part of a wall and leaned against it. Every once and while taking a sip from their drink as her eyes scanned over everyone who entered and left the room. Semi smiled as he noticed that Y/n was alone. This was the moment he had been waiting for ever since he saw them enter his house. Y/n continued to gingerly drink as their eyes caught Semi who seemed to be walking towards them. Once they was certain he was walking toward them and nowhere else they could feel a feverish heat wash over them.

"There they are," Semi said with a smirk. His brown, though it was hard to tell by the color changing lights, eyes focused on theirs. "Just the person I was looking for." Y/n could feel the warmth grow as he stood in front of them.

"You were looking for me?" Y/n questioned.

"Of course, Sweetheart," he cooed as he brushed back their hair from their face. Y/n took a sharp inhale as they felt his fingers ever so softly grazed over their skin. They hoped that he didn't notice the heat that was emanating from their face. "How are you enjoying the party?"

He leaned forward and rested his hand just beside their head. Y/n's breath hitched in their throat as they felt an electric feeling course through their body. The deep bass from Do I Wanna Know, flooded over from the other room and caused the walls to slightly vibrate.

"It, uh great." Y/n said. Semi smirked, his eyes never leaving theirs. "But I think there's something in the drinks. You didn't spike them did you?"

"No, not when I knew you were coming sweetheart, but I can't speak for other people," He frowned as he tore his eyes from them to scan the room.

"Oh."

"Here I can taste test it for you," He offered as he grabbed the red cup from them.

"You don't have to," but it was too late the cup met his lips and he took a sip. As he pulled the cup away he smacked his lips.

"Nope, it's alcohol free." Y/n weakly smiled as they took back their cup.

"Ooh, thanks," Semi smirked. He gently grabbed their chin and lifted it up. Y/n’s heart fluttered as they stared at each other.

"You're so cute when you're all flustered," Semi purred. "You know that right Sweetheart?" 

Y/n's face turned a bright red that was masked by the lights. Semi looked down at their exposed neck, it was so tantalizing to him. Then he looked back up at their eyes. They knew what he wanted but wasn't sure what to say.

"Semi," they breathed.

"Please Sweetheart?" He bit his lip and Y/n's stomach started doing somersaults. They opened their mouth but said no words as Semi hastily started to place his lips all over their neck. At first it was just quick little pecks all over then slowly he would stick to one place and just indulge himself. They wrapped their arms around his neck and let their hands wander through his hair.

"Semi," Y/n softly moaned, their mind drowning in a blissful and euphoric feeling. They could feel him smirk as he continued to kiss their neck.

"Say my name again Sweetheart," Their neck tingled from his hot breath. He went back at it, this time slowly making his way down. Y/n knew that tomorrow morning their neck would be covered in red and purple hickeys but they didn't care. They was too busy getting high off of the rush of dopamine and serotonin. The pleasure suddenly stopped when Y/n felt like two needle were stabbed into the base of their neck. They sharply inhale and tried to push Semi off.

"Semi." They whined. He didn't budge as he continued to suck, but Y/n could feel that it wasn't just skin he was sucking on. They inhaled again as they felt pain like rubbing alcohol meeting an open wound. Finally Semi pulled his face away from their neck. He wiped what seemed like blood that was dripping from lips. Y/n only had to graze their neck to feel the blood and the two puncture wounds Semi left. When they looked at him he was smirking, only something was different. His canines were sharper than they remembered them being. He leaned closer and Y/n tried to move away but he still had them pinned against the wall. He softly chuckled before tucking a few strands of hair behind their ear and leaning in closer.

"Sweet dreams, Sweetheart," he murmured. They looked at him confused as he stood up straight and started walking away. Slowly their vision was being taken over by inky puddles. They tried to peel themselves from the wall but their legs started to buckle. As they started to sink to the floor they tried to call out but their whispering pleads were drowned out by Daddy Issues blasting out of the speakers. Hearing the words "I didn't cry when you left at first, but now that you're dead, it hurts" before fully losing consciousness.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open. Being encompassed in mostly darkness didn't help the growing feeling of detachment they felt as they found themselves in somebody else's bed. The smell of misty water, almonds and shea butter wafted through the air thanks to the bathroom, which door was left open giving the only source of light into the unknown bedroom. There was a slight shuffle that came from the front of the room as a shadowy figure slipped on a shirt. Y/n didn't know whether to call out to the figure as they tried to recall the events from last night. The mystery figure turned their head before reaching over and turning on the lights.

"Finally awake I see," Y/n had to squint their eyes as to shield them from the abrupt light from the huge chandler that hung in the middle of the ceiling. They looked around and realized why the room was so dark. The widows were completely blocked by black and heavy looking curtains. They then looked back to the figure. At the sight of Semi everything came rushing back.

"You're," was all they was able to mutter. Semi smirked, their frightened expression reminding him of a helpless bunny.

"You're fine, Sweetheart," Semi reassured as he walked over to his bed. "You slept soundly just like I thought you would." Y/n stared at him before realizing they weren’t in the same clothes as the ones they were wearing last night.

"What did you do to me?" They shuffled from the middle of the bed to the opposite side as he sat down on the other.

"You had blood on your shirt so I changed it out for one of my own," He explained.

"I had blood," Y/n said slowly as they put the pieces together. "Because you bit my neck." Their hand flew up to the base of their neck where they could feel two circular scabs. Semi lightly chuckled.

"Of course I did. You're my Sweetheart." He smirked as he leaned closer.

"I'm not yours," Y/n stammered.

"You are now," Y/n stared at him for a moment. He started to crawl closer, but Y/n in a fit of desperation threw the comforter over him and ran out of the room.

"You're gonna regret this, Sweetheart," He called out after them and he lazily pulled the comforter off his head. Y/n didn't listen to him and ran down the stairs and bolted towards the door. They threw open the door and rushed out. Once outside they started to feel feverish. Their feet slightly burned as they ran across the black asphalt of Semi's driveway, but slowly that burning feeling started spreading throughout the rest of their body. It soon became too unbearable and Y/n crumbled at the base of his driveway. Semi came out a few seconds later.

"Tsk tsk," Semi mumbled as he gently scooped up them up. "I told you." He tried his best to cover their body with his as he carried them back into his house. He carried them all the way to the living room and gently set them down on the couch.

"I'll be back," He whispered as he planted a soft kiss on their forehead. They couldn't say a word or really focus as their head felt light and like it was spinning. A few moments later Semi reappeared carrying an ice pack wrapped in a hand towel and a wet hand towel. "Here," He handed them the ice pack. Gingerly Y/n took the offer from his hand and stared at him. He guided their hand to their forehead. Then he sat down on the couch next to them and pulled them into his lap. Y/n slightly shivered as they set the ice pack on their forehead, but also started to feel better. Semi then took the wet hand towel and started rubbing it up and down their body.

"How does that feel Sweetheart?" He cooed into their ear.

"Be-better," They mumbled.

"Good good." He smiled softly as he traded out the towel for his own hand and he traced up and down their arms with his fingers.

"You're, a-a vampire?" Y/n croaked out as they tilted their head to look up at him. He nodded.

"My band mates and I all are," He confessed. "Which means how you can join us on all of our late night tours."

"I," Semi placed his finger on their lips and smirked.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you Sweetheart."

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So yesterday I was mindin my own business, writing something else, and @graunblida and I got on our gay shit. So I stopped all of that to write a 3.5k drabble about the fact that Beck wakes Lexa up in the middle of the night to do stupid witchy shit like catch moonbeams. 

This could definitely use some editing and another draft. I’ve never really written Lexa before and idk why I chose to try for this but... For some reason all of my drabbles seem to be like this??? Why do I do this to myself??? 

She couldn’t remember ever having someone shake her awake. Ever since she’d been brought to Polis, Lexa had been a perpetually light sleeper. That had only gotten worse after she’d become commander. After she’d lost the woman she loved to Nia’s sadism. Perhaps that was why she didn’t react with immediate murderous intent to the hand on her shoulder gently rocking her back into consciousness.

Lexa jolted upright so quickly that she nearly headbutted the little woman standing above her. She took a breath to steady herself. “What are you doing?”

She wasn’t sure what else to ask. Beck didn’t appear to be distressed, and the streets outside her window were quiet. Nothing seemed to be in disarray. Except for the fact that the moon was still high in the sky over Polis, and that her door had been locked and guarded, and that the the witch was supposed to still be on bed rest unless absolutely necessary, but there she was, her unbound hand still lingering on her shoulder, barely illuminated by the light of a candle she’d forgotten to extinguish.

“Come with me.” The witch whispered. The witch’s fingers trailed down her arm to grasp her wrist and gently tug her forward.

Lexa, who was still blinking away sleep and confusion, allowed herself to be coaxed up from the comfort of her furs and into the cool night air. She wasn’t dressed to go anywhere, and she needed her sword. Were they under attack? What was happening? 

Beck kept gently leading her along until she was awake enough to feel the irritation growing inside her. 

“Tell me the meaning of this.” She demanded. A cold breeze blew her nightgown flush against her body and Lexa crossed her arms. The chill wasn’t that bad, but it’d been a long time since anyone had seen her in this state, and she felt exposed. “Are we in danger?”

Beck gave her a bewildered look,  “Of course not. I need your help with something.”

Another tug on her hand, and Beck was wearing that ridiculously unapologetic smile that lit up her whole face. Lexa felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach, and some of her annoyance waned. It couldn’t hurt to help the witch, right? Surely her task was important if it warranted being out of bed at this hour, especially with her injury. And it wasn’t safe for her to wander the woods around Polis alone; the witch was no warrior. It was better than returning to her fitful dreams and frequent nightmares.

“Wait.” She demanded as the witch began to head for the door. She went to her dresser and rifled through the drawers to find something more suitable to wear. Beck was bouncing impatiently on her heels, but to Lexa’s surprise she was at least listening. She strapped her hunting knife to the thigh and while she was fastening the sword on her hip she looked back to her guest. “What is it I’m helping with, exactly?”

“I’m going to catch moonbeams.” The witch replied. Lexa waited for a long moment for her to break out into a laugh or to roll her eyes to show that she was being sarcastic. That moment never came. Beck was looking at her with utter sincerity and enthusiasm, still smiling, rocking back and forth on the ball of her feet with thinly bridled anticipation. 

Beck was a creature in constant motion. She buzzed with a persistent energy that threatened to spill over into action at any moment. The witch would sway back and forth in conversation, or swing her legs while sitting in a chair, and the guards had found her sleep walking twice since she’d come to Polis. Sometimes Lexa found herself resisting the urge to lay her hands on the woman’s shoulders to see if it would quiet her, but she never did.

“You want to catch---the moon?” Lexa said slowly.

Beck nodded eagerly. “Not all of her. Just a few rays. She doesn’t mind. I promise.”

She could only stare in bewilderment. If this was a jest... The irritation started to come back to her. 

“Beck-”

The witch must have heard the tension in her voice, because she cut her off. “Please? You need two hands to hold the bowl. I’ve only got the one. It’ll be fun. I promise.”

Lexa looked at the witch’s arm, still tightly splinted from where the healer had reset it only days ago. There was probably still a nasty arrow wound in her leg as well, and a menagerie of bruises on her skin beneath her clothes. Azgeda had not been kind to her when they transported her to the capital. She needed to be in bed.

But short of dragging her there forcefully, there wasn’t much she could do to stop Beck from wandering off on her own. It was well within her ability to do that, but she wouldn’t. The witch was not her captive, and if she wished to leave, so be it.

She let out a soft sigh. “Very well.”

When she turned to follow, Beck had already bent down and picked up a basket sitting by the door that Lexa had not noticed. She precariously lodged it between her hip and her good arm as she slipped out the door into the dark hall. Lexa followed silently, unsure what she could even say to fill the silence if she’d have wanted to. In the light of a torch at the end of the hall, she could see the witch was still limping slightly, but she was still walking quickly.

“My healers said your leg was still injured.” She said, broaching the subject carefully. In her short time of knowing Beck, she had learned the witch didn’t take kindly to being told what to do.

Beck shrugged, and Lexa’s eyes lingered on the way her golden curls glinted in the light of the torch for just a little too long. “It’s doing just fine.”

She was certain if Beck lifted up her long skirt the arrow wound would still be red and swollen, that if the healer assessed the injury he’d send her back to bed to rest, but she didn’t argue. If she were injured she’d do the same. Weakness was not a luxury she could afford. Did witches also value strength? Were they made to cover up their pain for fear their own people would judge them for it? Beck seemed so open and carefree, but was that persona just a mask to hide behind?

The guards by the Tower door stood stiff with confusion as they saw the pair rounding the corner, and Lexa raised her hand to dismiss them. They would tell Titus, and he’d be irritated with her, but as much as she didn’t want to listen to his constant complaints come sunrise, she didn’t like the way Beck tensed and drew back away from her guards. It was obvious that they made the witch nervous, and Lexa hardly blamed her after Azgeda had dragged her across the coalition lands, beaten, filthy, and half-starved. After that if Beck didn’t assume that all of her people were brutish and cruel it’d be nothing short of a miracle. Her trust would be hard earned, as Lexa’s would have been if she were in her shoes.

They stepped out into the night air, and Lexa scanned the quiet streets for threats while Beck hobbled forward without a second thought. She couldn’t afford to hesitate. If she blinked Beck was likely to be gone by the time she opened her eyes. 

“The city is so quiet here at night.” Beck said. A trail of silver breath trickled from her lips in the chill of the evening. It was too late for even the seediest mead hall to be serving patrons. Perhaps somewhere in the depths of the city where she could not see, there were a few people lingering by a candle, but they would be few and far between. Despite living in the city, most people still rose early to hunt or fish. Soldiers weren’t afforded the luxury of sleeping in. Craftsmen had to rise with the sun to get their wares in order in their stalls. Spending the evening wandering the streets in the light of the full moon was a senseless waste of energy.

“Do witches not sleep?” She asked, mostly joking. Though that was hardly clear from her tone. But Beck let out a soft, musical laugh and tossed a bit of hair behind her shoulder as they walked, and Lexa felt that jittery sensation flicker to life again at the sound. 

“Eventually everything has to sleep.” She was looking off into the distance with a wistful smile on her lips. “But it’s not like this. Some witches prefer the night. Some even specialize in spellcraft that is most powerful under the moon. Others get up to collect spell materials and alchemical supplies that aren’t there during the day or they fight off sleep to finish working on a project. There’s always folks singing around fires and dancing to the tune. Night markets pop up somewhere new every evening, and you have to find your way there by the smell of street food and the glow of crystal lanterns.”

Lexa felt both an intense curiosity and a pang of sorrow at the wonders the witch described. “Polis must bore you.” 

The witch leaned her weight off of her bad leg and spun in a circle, looking up at the night sky and then around to the quiet city. If Lexa hadn’t seen her when she’d first been brought to the capital, she’d wonder if the smile ever left Beck’s face. Moonlight shimmered off of her hair as she twirled, and glowed silver along her cheeks. 

“Not at all. Everything here is different.” She began to walk once more, headed for the woods behind the city. “I can feel them all dreaming here. All at once. And when I dream with them I feel their power in the dream realm spread out like a beacon. Power they aren’t even aware they wield. It’s---harmonious. Beautiful. Foreign. Peaceful. How could it possibly bore me?”

Lexa couldn’t be sure what any of that meant. She had received visions before, dreams from the previous commanders showing her wisdom, but she knew nothing of a realm of dreams. But as the witch described it, quiet, breathy, and reverent, Lexa felt as if their emotions were bleeding together, and that even if she did not have a rational explanation of the witch’s words, she understood by feeling.

They walked out of the city and into the woods in silence after that. Something peaceful had settled inside her chest, and Lexa clung to that rare feeling desperately. She focused on the sound of their muffled footfalls on the dirt path and the whisper of the wind gently stirring the brush. Animals wandered the forest unperturbed by their presence. An owl preening itself on a branch right above her that did not fly away as they passed, and a small herd of deer grazing on the tender grass at the edge of the path walked alongside them for several moments with no fear for their speckled fawns. It felt like a dream, and Lexa feared that if she spoke, it would be shattered and she’d wake in her bed---warm, comfortable, but terribly alone.

Beck gasped and drew her back to reality. Lexa found her hand gripping her sword handle and searching the forest for threats. The woods were shrouded in darkness, and she couldn’t hear anything. When she looked back to the witch, she was kneeling by a cluster of flowers that were glowing faintly. Her fingers gently lifted the petals without breaking them from their stems, and her thumb tenderly stroked their edges.

“What are these?” 

“We call them natshana yongon.” She explained. The little bell shaped flowers grew all over her lands. She remembered being young and sneaking out of the tower with the other nightbloods to gather armfuls of them. She remembered Luna’s hands over hers teaching her how to grind them into a paste, and painting glowing pictures on the tower wall that would fade before Titus ever had the chance to see them. That was so far behind her now that it felt like a different world. They were all gone, all but Luna. Luna who had ran. Luna who had at one time been her closest friend. Luna who hated her so much that she couldn’t bear the sight of her now. But even if the memory had turned bittersweet in her mouth, she still cherished it. 

“Natshana---yo-gun?” 

“Yongon.” She corrected gently. “Moon children in the Maunon tongue. They only bloom at night.”

“Can I take some of them?” Beck asked, looking up at her with an unnecessary plea in her eyes. 

Lexa nodded. “They will fade not long after you pick them. 

Beck began to gently pluck the flowers and tuck them away into an apron she was wearing over her skirt until it was puffed and full. She looked up at Lexa and held out her hand. “Will you help me up?”

It was such a small request, but the flutter in her stomach was back. It was a cold night, but the witch seemed to radiate a warmth. Her gaze gentle and unguarded, her smile soft and ever present. Lexa took her hand and felt a shiver rush down her spine that she desperately tried to cover up as she helped Beck back up. The witch rocked unsteadily and Lexa instinctively reached out and gently grasped her hip when she stumbled forward. Unable to steady herself with her broken arm, Beck couldn’t stop herself from swaying into Lexa’s chest. 

The world came to a crashing halt around her. She could smell the perfume of freshly picked flowers, and feel the tickle of golden curls brush against her neck. Beck was all soft curves and warmth, a refuge from the bite of the evening air around them. She could feel her chest shaking and hear the sound of laughter bubbling through the air.

“I’m so sorry.” The witch said, and as she pulled away Lexa could see her face was flushed. Lexa couldn’t bring herself to laugh. Her heart was racing like a spooked horse, and it was all she could do to keep her breathing steady. She felt Beck squeeze her fingers and then step out of her grasp entirely. “I can’t even stand on my own two feet anymore.”

“It’s fine.” She finally managed, her voice gentler than usual. To give herself something to do other than stare stupidly at the witch, Lexa bent down and scooped up the basket that Beck had dropped while picking flowers. 

“You’re sweet.” Beck reached out and took back her things. “Thank you.”

The sincerity of the complement took her off guard. She’d been called many things in her life---but no one had ever called her sweet. No one other than Costia. 

This was going too far. She needed to get back to the tower. Away from the woods, away from the wild eyed witch. But Beck was already headed down the path again, humming softly as she went. There would be no coaxing her back to the Tower, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave her out in the woods alone. She would just have to control herself.

Beck stopped them by a large pond where the surface was quiet and the reflection of the full more was undisturbed. She sat her basket on a rock and pulled a large bowl and a few small glass bottles. After handing the bowl to Lexa, she removed her apron and reached up to unbutton several of the buttons on her shirt, revealing two large flat crystals hanging from a leather cord on her neck. She tugged on them until they came free, and with careful fingers she took them off her necklace and placed one in the bottom of the bowl. Lexa bit down on the inside of her cheek and fought to keep the stony expression on her face while Beck rearranged the little crystal to her liking. The top of her shirt remained unbuttoned, and Lexa was trying to look anywhere but the dark stain of the tattoo between the witch’s breasts. 

Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she spoke, “What do you want me to do?”

Beck poured the contents of one bottle into the bowl and then took hold of Lexa’s wrist. She wanted to say that this was unnecessary, that if the witch would just give her direction she’d follow, that they shouldn’t be doing---whatever this was. But the words never left her throat. She allowed herself to be pulled out into the cold water until it was up to her hips. 

“All you have to do is hold the bowl still. I’ll pass the crystal over it.” 

Was it her imagination or were her fingers lingering again? 

Beck lifted the crystal above her head and passed it directly over the reflection of the moon in her bowl. A tingling sensation went up through her fingers, and Lexa furrowed her brows. Beck had begun to sing a strange, unintelligible song in a high, breathy tone. Once more she passed the crystal over the bowl and this time the vibration was stronger. The bowl felt---lighter somehow, and it was getting hard to keep her breathing even. Her eyes were locked onto the witch, whose head was tilted up toward the sky as she sang out her spell. She rocked with every slow swing of the crystal, and the water rippled and whispered with the movement of her body. Was all magic so---entrancing to witness?

As far as Lexa knew this was the first intentional magic she’d seen the witch do. She’d seen---something on the day of Beck’s arrival when they had visited her healer, but it had been brought on by fear. There had been no purpose to it. And Lexa had felt like an outsider merely observing the phenomenon. Now she felt the effects of the spell merging with her, running through her body as she held the bowl in her hand.

When the witch finished her song she continued to silently sway for several minutes, soaking up the light of the full moon until the magic waned and she came back to herself. Her lashes fluttered as she blinked the trance away from her eyes and returned to herself. And then the warm smile returned to her face and she looked down into the bowl.

“That should be more than enough.” She said, fishing her crystal from the bottom of the vessel and returning both of them to the leather cord they came from. “Here, help me pour it into the bottles.”

Lexa followed her carefully back to the shore. She wasn’t sure what if anything would happen should she spill the bowl of freshly gathered “moonbeams” and she didn’t intend on finding out. Beck carefully collected the water in her bottles and corked them, then put everything back in her basket. They had just turned to leave when a soft glow caught her eye.

“Wait.” She scooped down to pick up the apron and shook the debris from it before placing it in the basket as well.”

The walk back was quiet. Beck didn’t bombard her with questions or ramble on about something that she didn’t understand like Lexa was used to. She was content to hum softly as they made their way out of the woods and back to the tower.

“I’m glad you came with me.” Beck said once they had crossed the threshold and entered into the city proper. 

“I…” Lexa wasn’t sure what she should say. There was a knot of confusing emotions sitting in her stomach. Desire, longing, loneliness, and fear were all fighting for her attention, and she wasn’t sure which to give into. “I owed you as much, after what the Azgedan forces did to your arm.”

“Well then consider your debt paid in full.” The witch teased, and then she held Lexa’s gaze, her playful expression giving way to something else. Something sincere and hopeful. “Maybe next time you’ll tag along just for fun.”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell the witch that she had no time for fun. That every part of her was meant to belong to her duty. Titus would say it later, once he found out about their midnight tryst. He’d tell her that if she truly cared for the witch that she’d send her home. It would be better just to accept that now. To put an end to her hopeless desire before it truly began. And yet…

Lexa gave the witch a slight nod and turned back to the Tower. “Goodnight, Beck.” 

That playful air seeped back into her tone. “That wasn’t a no.” 

It was still dark when she woke the next morning, but a faint glow greeted her as she opened her eyes. Sitting in a small glass bottle on her bedside table, brilliantly and impossibly shimmering with life, as a twine-bound bundle of the natshana yongon. She propped herself up on an arm and reached out to stroke a shimmering petal, and she felt the magic dance along her fingertips just as she had the night before. And in the privacy of her quarters, she allowed herself a smile.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Bruises

Loki x Reader fluff

Warnings: Talk of emotional abuse.

Word count: again...it was written on the phone so idk (sorry guys)

This was requested by @lazytrashbarbarian after she read the first Loki fic. 😅

(I really hope I was able to do some justice...even a little 🙇)

You can read this fic in continuation with the first if you'd like. No biggie.

(This gif doesn't belong to me. Credits to the owner)

"Isn't that t-"

"Too revealing? Oh God! I knew this dress was too good to be decent."

You walked back into your room and quickly shut the door behind you, taking both Loki and Clint by surprise.

Clint frowned as he looked at Loki for an answer, who himself wore a confused look.

"I was going to say isn't that the dress you wore at the fundraiser last year?"

Clint raised his brows, holding back the smirk as he nodded. "Good memory, yes. The funny thing is it was the same fundraiser where she kicked your ass before Thor told us you'd been our inside guy the whole time."

The confusion was replaced with a death stare. "Well, I let her kick my ass otherwise you brainless twats wouldn't have stopped coming at me till my incessantly positive brother arrived," Loki let a growl of disappointment as he recalled the event.

"You should go talk to her," Clint said reassuringly as he went on his way to train with Peter outside.

"Spider-baby's going to learn what it's like being a spider in an open field where he can't build webs in the corners of a building," he'd told Loki, who was sure he saw a menacing grin on his face and was scared for the human arachnid's safety.

You had changed into your shorts and tank top. Looking at the dress in your hands you thought to yourself how the dress did look great on you.

"But it does look stunning on you."

You jumped as a tiny scream left your body before you turned around and came face to face with Loki.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there," you haphazardly moved around his towering figure planted between you and your closet, burying the dress in a corner before turning back.

This had been the second time Loki was confused by your actions.

"Usually it would be me apologising for sliding into your room without any prior notice and you would be the one throwing punches and powerballs at me." Loki plopped on your bed, next to the side you slept on.

"Oh, why is your bed so hard?" He said as he adjusted his body till he found a comfortable position and eased himself onto your most private furniture, crossing his arms behind his head.

"For my back. It runs in my family. Sorry" You sighed, cursing yourself as you saw his resting bitch face scolding you wordlessly for another 'sorry'.

"I can't help it, okay. And for the record, you caught me off guard otherwise it wouldn't have just been powerballs aimed at you. It would have been the fundraiser fiasco all over again."

Loki laughed, the emotion reaching his eyes as his head was thrown back in utter delight. You hadn't seen him this carefree ever and seeing him laugh because of you made you realise how warm it made you feel on the inside. You were nearly melting with joy.

"What is bothering you love?" The green and blue in Loki's eyes danced like a clear ocean in the sun rays coming in from the window behind you. The word 'love' on his lips was meant just for you and your entire existence still could not get used to the idea that you were together right now.

'Love'- it would send such a tranquil vibration down your entire body that you would feel every ounce of unnecessary stress leave you at the command of his voice. It truly was magical.

You let out a huge sigh, a little tension leaving your shoulders as you planted yourself next to him, resting your hands on your stomach, consciously relaxing all your body parts, just like Strange had taught you during your counseling sessions.

You tried to find the right words, not knowing how to begin, all the while Loki lay there beside you, showing no sign of hurry.

"I really like that dress," you let out softly.

"You should," he replied, his breathing not faltering for even a moment, "you make it look worthy."

"That's not what I've heard from some people," you said under your breath.

You felt him turn his head in your direction. The silence between you was always weirdly comfortable.

"I-uh..." you gulped, taking a moment to form a sentence, "I went through some...stuff with one of my...uh...ex-boyfriends. There were issues of emotional abuse-" you heard you voice crack. Taking a second to clear your throat you continued.

"But it's all in past. And I don't want to sound overdramatic. I mean, I know people who've had it worse."

You could feel the heaviness in your chest build a little. Great, throwing your old baggage in your new potential- as you were taking things slow mostly because of the many concerned people living with you- lovers, you thought.

"First of all," Loki's soft voice broke your train of thought, "when something haunts you so much that it moulds you as a person, it's never in the past."

"Second of all," he turned in your direction , his head now supported by his arm as his biceps waited to be rescued from under his blue T-shirt, "overdramatic would be Thor retelling all the tales of how I 'cheated' during playtime with my magic when I was clearly not as physically fit or extraordinarily energetic as him."

You let out a laugh as Loki used the air-quotes and all he could do was look at you with soft astonished eyes as a smile found its way to his lips.

You met his gaze and the ocean eyes brought every anxious thought to pause for a minute.

"Breathe, love."

You did. You did the best your lungs could before letting all the heaviness flow out.

"I broke up with him on the 'fundraiser fiasco' day."

You could see his brows furrow in confusion.

"Mrs. Stark had bought the dress for me a day before. She said she'd seen it in the store and thought of me and she'd made me promise to wear to the event. Loki, the moment I tried it on for the very first time it felt like I was seeing something glowing in me that I'd never seen before. But the guy who I was with thought otherwise. He...umm...called me disgusting for wearing it and going out with men twice my age, even emotionally blackmailed me into not going to save the kids if I didn't want him to break up with me. I almost didn't make it that night. I almost, didn't," you broke into a soft laughter between the tears, "kick your ass that night had it not been for Bucky and Clint. They'd both shown up at my door at the right time. I bless Clint's instincts till this day to have thought about making Bucky escort me to the venue that night. And...and when I came back home, he..." your voice trailed away for a moment before finishing, "he left me."

You shrugged your shoulders.

Before you could clear your blurry vision, you felt cold arms embrace you. Every shaking muscle was being eased by his touch while every stinking memory was replaced by his enticing smell. You found yourself burying your face in his chest as his lips touched your aching temple, burning away the heaviness bit by bit.

"I reckon this wasn't the first time he'd done this?"

Loki voice never grew up from a soft humm. It often ached your heart to wonder what he must have gone through to know what hurts and what doesn't.

You shook you head. "No, it wasn't."

Loki's embrace got tighter. You could hear his heart beating faster. You wrapped your arms around his torso, waiting patiently as the beats steadied back to a normal pace.

"I must say I'm jealous. That dress looks so hot on you," Natasha raised her champagne glass as you entered the terrace that twinkling in fairy lights today.

A string of happy birthdays filled the air as everyone raised a glass to toast to you.

"Where's David? Didn't he say he was going to come today?" Steve shouted from the other end of the bar, genuinely concerned.

You froze at the name of your ex-boyfriend, wondering if there was nice way to tell Steve that the S.H.I.E.L.D. operative was not a welcoming site for you in so many ways.

"He had an emergency. He won't make it." Clint shouted from your end, making a Jagerbomb for you, him and Loki-who had disappeared- while he handed a bottle of root beer to Peter.

"Peter, what happened?" You couldn't help but notice a large bruise down his neck towards the shoulder.

He noticed your worried look and tried to hide it, giving you a sheepish grin, telling you not to worry about it.

"Clint, don't tell me it was you."

"It was the concrete, really."

"You worry me Barton. And that's coming from me." Loki chimed in, taking the empty seat next to you and planting his hand on your back.

Peter rested his head on the cold bar top as he smiled like a puppy on seeing you and Loki.

"You two are so adorable I would die for you." Peter's flushed face was really not able to keep the happiness inside.

"Oh God," Clint tiredly looked at the empty bottle beside Peter, "I gave him the wrong beer. Please don't tell Tony."

"Aww! I'd die for you too Peter." You patted his head and looked at his content face.

"I won't let that happen," Loki looked at Peter and then you with great resolve, his eyes never faltering. He drew you close to him, pulling your hair away from your face.

"Now kiss." Peter whispered as he giggled and passed out.

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Loki had been the one to call Clint into Bruce's lab after he left Y/N feeling a lot better about herself.

Clint had been right on time with Peter following him on his heels, a sense of relief on his face to have gotten out of the training today.

"Who was Y/N's boyfriend?"

There were no greetings. Loki had gone straight up to the point of concern. Bruce stood at one end of the lab, listening to what exactly was going down.

"Why? Are you planning to duel with him? Mortal combat or-?" Clint was cut mid-sentence.

"Remember the fundraiser? When I had been trying to avoid fighting Y/N that night, I was also making sure to keep her out of the way of the enemy attack. I am quite sure I had ended up bruising one of her arms and neck when I had pulled her away from the line of fire and held her to the ground."

Clint did not take his eyes away from Loki even as he stopped talking.

"Yes, she had to get an ice pack so that it won't develop into a bru-wait a minute. She didn't come to the Facility next day and when I'd gone to visit her, she had a huge one around her jaw."

"That was the first time he felt the need to use physical force on her Barton." Loki said with undoubted assurance.

Suddenly the room grew tense as Loki's hands curled into a fist while Clint's jaws clenched tightly as he let out a 'son of a bitch'.

"Here," Bruce threw, what looked like a taser gun, towards Clint, "it's ten times more damaging. He'd wish he were dead."

"I'm coming too." Peter was as serious as anyone present in this room.

"No one hurts my friend and gets away with it."

No one argued.

"Very well," Clint said before rushing out of the lab with his partners in crime, "let's make that bastard pay a visit to the emergency room."

[baelllamyblake]

Safe and Sound. ( Bellamy Blake x reader )

Request : Bellamy and the reader were very close but they had a huge fight about his mission in Mount Weather and she was super angry at him (and Clarke) cause she thought that his life is not worth of risk. And she was very hurt in bombing in Tondc and she was in coma for couple of days. And when she wakes up she is very desorientated but it's the moment when everyone are coming back. So some emotional reunion, angst and stuff? Thanks!

Word Count : 2,208

Warnings : Angst, cursing, weird rushed fluff ??? sorry

A/N : okay so idk if the coalition brand happens after mount weather but lets just say it happens before lmao sorry & sorry it took me so long to post this i just got so super lazy & wanted to be done with it but thank you so much for requesting !!! this was really great to write !! i really appreciate it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

“ You and Clarke are not going, I won’t allow it. “ You commanded sternly, your arms crossed firmly over your chest. Bellamy was about to march straight into Mount Weather, thinking it was going to be a simple breeze. His hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles turning an unhealthy white.

“ Our people are in there, Y/N! We have to save them! “ Bellamy barked loudly, his fist slamming on the metal table besides him. The lamp, along with various blueprints, rumbled slightly from the sudden force. You watched him throw his childish tantrum without even flinching, nothing could phase you. Your rock hard nerves were fried the day you got speared by a grounder.

“ It’s a suicide mission, Bell. Your life just isn’t worth the risk! “ You reciprocated with just as much ferocity as him. You clashed viciously like lions trapped in a tiny cage, you had half a mind to slap some sense into Bellamy. What he was planning to do was ludicrous and completely reckless. “ But go ahead, get yourself killed. I’ll be in Tondc. “

You stormed out of the room without a word, leaving Bellamy behind in the cold dust. You refused to believe that Skaikru was blindly placing their trust in the hands of their attempted murderers. This was an blatant ploy for betrayal and Bellamy was horribly oblivious to it.

He forcefully knocked over a nearby lamp off the table, its cool material clanged along the solid floor. You breezed down the halls of the Ark, eventually exiting outside into Camp Jaha. The fresh air gave you temporary contentment, the anger boiling in your veins soon resided.

You swiped the red tarp of the makeshift medical bay aside, a deep sigh flowed out your lips. Abby chuckled quietly, her nimble hands rearranged the tools of her trade into a neat and organized workspace. You plopped onto the gurney, watching Abby manuever around the area.

“ Is it Bellamy? “ Abby questioned, her lips pursed tightly as her eyes shone with worry. You nodded silently, anxiety ate away at your chest. He and Clarke were going to go to Mount Weather, despite your advice and protests. However, you couldn’t do anything about it so it is what it is. “ We just have to trust them, Y/N. They know what they’re doing. “

“ I hope you’re right, Doc. “

“ Be careful in there. If you and Clarke die, I won’t ever forgive you. “ You teased Bellamy with a smile, your rancor for him leaving for Mount Weather melded away when you stood next to him. You handed him a backpack of supplies and embraced him in a tight hug. You took in the natural, warm smell of your love, it was going to be awhile before you would get another whiff of it. “ Seriously. I need you to come back. “

“ I promise you that I will be alive and well when this is all over, Y/N. Stay safe in Tondc, ambassador Y/L/N. “ Bellamy spoke softly, his large hand stroked your hair as his lips planted a lingering peck on your forehead. He pulled away slowly, his hand encasing yours in his. “ May we meet again, love. “

“ May we meet again. “ You waved goodbye, instant dread filled your chest as you watched Bellamy hop into the jeep. You let out another heavy sigh as the jeep roared to life and drove away, already yearning for Bellamy to return back home.

Time to head to Tondc.

“ How are you taking in all of this? “ Kane piped up, his eyes glued to the dirt road in front of him. You stared out the window, the towering trees flew by in a blur.

“ Not great. I’m an ambassador of peace yet I refuse to think that Lexa is truthful with her intentions of helping us win this war. “ You answered skeptically, it made your skin hot even thinking about it. Bellamy had a chance of being sacrificed at the expense of Commander Lexa saving her people without even saving yours.

“ We just have to trust them, Y/N. We can’t do much but patiently wait. “ Kane replied, his words reflected those of Abby’s. You scoffed quietly and kept your eyes on the passing treeline, your fingers feeling the bumpy scar of the Skaikru brand upon your forearm. “ Y/N, being a good leader means knowing which battles to fight. “

You were anything but a good leader. You refused to let Bellamy save the rest of Skaikru for your own selfish needs. Yet, he was probably already dismantling Mount Weather from the inside.

“ Tell me this was Lexa. Please, Clarke? Please tell me this wasn’t you? “ Abby pleaded, her hands latching onto Clarke’s biceps in an iron grip. Tondc was engulfed in ash and flames from a sudden explosion. The painful ringing in your esrs drowned out the nearby screams of agony coming from grounders.

“ I wish I could. You can’t tell anyone about this. If anyone finds out we knew, the alliance of the twelve clans will break. We’ll lose the war. “ Clarke swallowed nervously, you could almost hear her mother’s heart breaking from her rib cage. Abby’s eyes grew glossy with sadness, what had Clarke done?

You faded in and out of consciousness, unaware that a large piece of debris was crushing your right leg. Your face was splattered with cuts and bruises by bits of shrapnel from the explosion. Your vision was rendered hazy, figures were moving blobs with red and yellow streaks of fire.

“ You crossed a line. Their blood is on your hands. And even if we win, I’m afraid you won’t be able to wash it off this time. “ Abby stated grimly, her words reached the deepest core of Clarke. Yet, she was completely used to it, Clarke had seen things she could forget but never would. It was inevitable that something tragic like the bombing of a city would happen. “ Don’t worry; your secret was safe with me. “

You eventually succumbed into unconciousness, slipping into a coma. Abby had your body delivered back to Camp Jaha where you slept like a rock for almost three full days. Bellamy couldn’t stop thinking about your wellbeing, were you even alive?

It was 1 P.M. Camp Jaha was on the horizon of those who made it out of Mount Weather alive.

You shot into an upright position, your lungs desperate for a large gasp of air. Sweat suddenly beaded on your hairline while chills ran up your neck. Your mind was running a hundred miles per hour while your eyes shots in all directions, attempting to take in your new yet familiar surroundings.

Home?

The nausea set in instantly with each second you were awake. You immediately regurgitated whatever was in your stomach which was virtually nothin but acid. Your chest heaved for oxygen while your skin yearned for Bellamy’s comforting touch. Was he even alive?

You dragged your feet off the bed and onto the cool floor. Your right leg was painted with the richest purples, the darkest blues, and the most unsettling yellows. It ached agonizingly with even the slightest movement, what happened in Tondc?

“ Oh my god, Y/N, you’re awake! “ Abby exclaimed joyfully, the sudden rise in her pitch caused you to wince sharply. She rushed to your side, gently examining your leg and other surface wounds. Abby clasped your hand in hers, a loving smile appeared on her face. “ I thought you were never going to wake up but I’m so glad that you’re okay, Y/N. You’re my favorite helper after all. “

She embraced you in a hug only mothers could do. You instantly soothed, the ache in your knee lessened with each passing second. Moms are so cool, what would you possibly do without Abby? Nothing, that’s what. You and a lot of other people would probably be dead if it weren’t for Abby’s work of miracles.

“ What happened in Tondc? “ You asked curiously, realizing how scratchy and parched your mouth was. She handed you a cup of water, Abby came so prepared! Seriously, what would you do without her?

“ A missile was launched on the city. We’re suspecting that Lexa knew about the bombing but decided not to tell and let us, especially you and Kane, suffer the consequences. “ Abby practically lied through her teeth, the guilt began to chew at her heart. Yet, she promised Clarke that she wouldn’t tell another soul, not even you.

“ Ah, I see. “ You answered solemnly, your distrust for the grounders was further solidified. What else was to be expected? “ Is Bellamy here? “

“ I’m not sure but we can go check. How does that sound? “ Abby questioned reassuringly, your eyes twinkled happily as you nodded vigorously. She wrapped your arm around her neck and steadily walked you out into the courtyard of Camp Jaha. Your knee was screaming for a break but you refused to until you knew for sure that Bellamy was home.

You sat patiently on a bench by the front gates, all you could do to occupy your time was to people watch. Occasionally, an old acquaintance would ask if you were doing okay and even sit next to you to chat. Man, this was boring. The only person you were interested in talking to was Bellamy and no one else.

He was tired of walking, all Bellamy could reflect on was how many innocent citizens he murdered just a day ago. However, the damage was done and his people were alive in the end. Bellamy couldn’t wait to flop into bed and attempt to sleep for eternity.

Survival is hard sometimes!

Camp Jaha was just a few strides away. You were just a few strides away. Bellamy’s hand tightened on the gun grip, his heart accelerated in nervousness. In a few moments, he would soon find out whether or not you lived through the bombing. Instead of a wave of relief washing over him as he walked through the metal fence, Bellamy’s breath hitched in his throat and his palms started to sweat. He didn’t know why but the edgy feeling felt nostalgic. It was almost like the time Bellamy first set eyes on you.

You were laughing loudly with a friend, almost joyful to have landed on this shithole of a planet. The delinquent camp seemed less dreary with you around and everyone just seemed to gravitate towards your sunny personality. His heart skipped a beat every time you accidentally bumped into him or even said hello with that wonderful smile of yours. As time went passed by, your vibrant character seemed to fade away and become more calloused. Your innocence and curiousity turned into violence and terror.

Besides the point, you were happily chatting with an old friend. Time started to move backwards to the moment where you were blissfully unaware of the dangers that existed throughout the trees. Bellamy tried to stay as possibly still as he could, afraid of disturbing you and your only moment of solace. He assumed himself to be the utter reminder that Earth really sucks.

You waved goodbye to yet another aquaintance looking to making small talk. Why won’t these people realize that just because you’re sitting alone doesn’t mean that you’re lonely? You sighed out heavily and turned your head to the right only to see Bellamy standing there like a deer in the headlights.

“ Bellamy! “ You screamed estatically, practically leaping from the bench and into his arms. He caught you before you tumbled to the ground as your knee gave out from the sudden momentum. You peppered his face in quick kisses, his signature smile grew on his features. “ You don’t know how much I missed you, Bell. Let me guess, the grounders retreated and so did Skaikru then you two went back in and saved everyone like true heros? “

“ Something like that. “ Bellamy mumbled quietly, his eyes averted to his weathered boots. He had to euthanize a whole colony of innocent people, including children but you know, something like what you said. You wanted to ask what happened but he seemed like he didn’t want to divulge on it. What traumatized him so?

“ I’m lovin’ this color on you, by the way. You look hot. “ You steered the conversation in a different direction, avoiding the touchy subjects.

“ You think so? “ Bellamy quiered, his hands pulling at the white material as to examine it more closely. You hummed in affirmation, watching the love of your life gush over his new outfit. God, he is so fucking adorable!

“ Yeah! It compliments the death machine slung on your shoulder. “ You teased him, slyly winking at Bellamy. He breathed out a chuckle, you always unusually managed to lighten awful situations with your dark humor.

“ Let’s go to bed, Y/N. You can tell me how you got that limp of yours. “

“ Anything you want, love. I’m just glad that you’re here. “

[the-hunting-hawk]

Broken, Mending

//ooc: yknow I tend to keep my soft little hurt and comfort fics to myself but I’m going to share this one just this once. as a treat. idk if anyone on here cares for my writing but. here ya go XD

Unedited raw mun writing ✌🤙

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Victor could remember the last time he’d seen a doctor - for things related to his transition that he never got to experience the joys of. Sometimes he longed for it - but no matter. What was done was done.

He texted Micheal and Micheal had asked him to go to the clinic so him and Doctor Collins could take a luck. With his father out of commission, he secured his brace on his leg, hopping around to grab his crutches - left Ellie at home and walked there by himself. 

He was sure he would be paying with boons, not cash - but he slipped his wallet into his pocket just in case. It took him about an hour, mostly to grit his teeth and try not puncture his own gums as he walked the distance on his leg - having to put some weight on his bad leg to try blend in.

He couldn’t even tell if his lesser damage calf had healed. Part of his vision darkened as he walked but he had to stop and lean against a wall. He was regretting leaving Ellie, he wanted something comforting. Something soft to touch in a comforting way. He rubbed circles into his jacket and started when his phone was called.

‘Do you need picking up?’ Micheal’s phone said down the phone as he answered and pressed it to his ear.

‘Probably, I was trying to walk but I suppose I’m taking too long,’ He mumbled into the phone.

‘Collin’s would prefer to see you before we have some emergency in the clinic. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get ya,’ Micheal said.

Victor gave him the address and went back onto the street and waited, leaning on his crutches idly as he waited.

No bothered him, strangely. He’d been getting stares before but he supposed he was waiting so no one took the time to even glance his way. Micheal arrived in his beaten battered beloved car and got out to open the door and Victor got in before tucking in his crutches with him. It was awkward - wearing a double brace while seated but he managed to extend his leg as straight as possible and tuck his crutches next to the door and Micheal got back in and leaned over.

‘Both of them?’ Micheal asked with a raised eyebrow.

‘Yeah, top is in three pieces, bottom is just snapped in half. I think that’s healed but it’s hard to tell with the upper park so broken,’ He said, rubbing his arm with a shrug.

‘How’d that happen?’ Micheal asked as he started up the car to drive them to the clinic.

‘Annoyed someone,’ Victor said with a shrug, staring out the window as the buildings went past.

Technically a half-truth. Victor wasn’t facing Micheal so he wasn’t quite sure if the half lie was believed but he did not push the matter. Victor was fine with that, he’d rather just take his medical poking then leave. He just wanted his leg to be better…

In no time at all they were back at the clinic, the small unobtrusive white building blending in with housing surrounded it. Micheal parked them in the small staff parking in the back and helped him get out, mostly helping steady Victor on his crutches.

‘Follow me, me and Collins can take a good look together, if you don’t mind him teaching me something while we take a look,’ Micheal said with a slight upturn of his lips.

‘Sure, so long as you don’t poke my insides too hard,’ Victor said with a soft snort.

Micheal nodded and led him around the building to go around the front and check him in with the receptionist. Micheal signed him in, since he was already registered here from when he first came here to find Collins with Rosary and then Micheal lead him into the back where Collins was waiting.

‘Victor - looking after yourself I see,’ Collins said wryly.

‘Annoyed the wrong person,’ He repeated as he said to Micheal.

Collins looked like he didn’t believe him but he did not press the issue and tapped the gurney in front of him.

‘Sit up here, I assume you want it looked at it due to its inability to heal. I’ll have to take the brace off to take a look,’ Collins said.

Victor went over, put his crutches against the wall and with Micheal’s help got to the gurney and unstrapped his brace while he was still standing, putting it next to the gurney before Micheal helped him get on.

Victor rolled up his loose trousers up to the top of his thigh so both Micheal and Collins could take a look. He was leaning his weight back on one arm, the one held up in case he needed something to bite down on from pain.

Doctor Collins then gently probed and prodded at his leg, causing him pain he twitched from and bit down on his hand from. Very easily and quickly was he poking his fangs almost through his hands. As Collin’s touch became firm, he instructed Micheal to gently inspect the area himself. It was still no less painful, if he was stronger he could imagine he might snap the own bones in his hand with his teeth.

When they were both done investigating Collins stepped back.

‘In a human, this sort of break that I can feel would require metal plates and screws from surgery to fix, given our nature we can not do no such thing. But we could cut open your leg and realigned the bones at least to give you the best chance of healing. Can you torpor yourself?’ Collins asked as he stepped back and looked at Victor.

Must have given him a younger vibe, if he was asking that. He wasn’t surprised though, everyone thought him younger than he was…

‘I’m not sure, I’ve never done it before. I don’t know if I have a way to wake up from it that I’m comfortable with…’ He said with a shrug, he wouldn’t mind if Sterling woke him up but he had a feeling Collins would do it and he didn’t want that.

‘Hmmm… What do you feed from?’ Collins asked suddenly.

Victor got nervous at that, but he didn’t mind -

‘Animal,’ He said, he’s feeding style was so easily restricted. He did not eat from a butchers - so it was likely nothing could be sabotaged should Collins get angry at him.

‘I should have known,’ Collins said with amusement. ‘Most of the young ones in your clan are. Micheal, go get us some tools for this surgery, I will prepare this patient,’ Collins said with a partly amused partly sharp grin.

Micheal left through a door to get something while Collins briefly stepped into what appeared to be his office and came out of it with a blood blag and some syringes.

‘You mixing blood and something? I’ve heard that’s how most vampires can get drunk and high or something…’ Victor commented as Collins worked on definitely doing something similar.

Probably a painkiller? Collins pulled out a little bottle of medication and took a dose of something into one of his syringes. He then pressed it into the blood and started massaging the blood bag to likely spread the medication around.

‘Something similar. Cutting you open while awake will not be pleasant. Moving your bones around will not be pleasant. This will help. Do you have someone who we could call to pick you up?’ Collins asked as he took another bottle of a different medication and repeated the process.

‘Yeah. My sire,’ Victor said and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He turned off the unlocked phone screen and opened his contacts on Sterling’s number. He quickly changed the contact name from ‘Dad’ to ‘Ash’. He then put it down on the gurney next to him.

Collins came over and looked down at his phone.

‘I’ll get Micheal to work such things. I’m a bit too old to learn. Here, drink this. It might be a bit instant,’ Collins said and picked up his phone to put it on a counter to the side after he handed Victor the blood bag.

He was kinda nervous, very nervous. Would he be okay? Would this be another kidnapp-

No. Micheal was here. Micheal trusted Collins. Everything would be fine. And his dad would probably raise hell if he went missing again so soon….

He drank from the blood bag, strange able to sense the medication mixed it but it wasn’t repulsive like any normal drinks were. It felt right. He drained it quickly, just in case his body decided to reject it then put down the bag after he was done.

Collins was hovering by his side, likely trying to see when the medication hit him and it only took about 30 seconds, when he sat up harshly and hissed at the moment of his mangled leg - but he sat up as he felt dizzy. Collins put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him as he swayed heavily as Victor felt his consciousness fade.

It was like he was waking up, slowly and blearily looking around. He was laid on the sofa, in the living room of Sterling’s haven. Ellie was draped across his arm and shoulder, and when she saw he was awake - she squawked.

He could see his phone was next to him and he unlocked it to type something out sleepily. Then Ellie moved from his shoulder and he whined softly. She was warm and comfortable….

It felt like an eternity until she came back and resumed her position. Then Sterling came into view and kneeled down on the floor by him, touching his face. He struggled to keep his eyes open, barely able to make out his dad’s expression.

‘How do you feel?’ Sterling asked him, caressing his cheek.

‘Tired…’ He mumbled.

‘Comfortable?’ Sterling asked.

He nodded, he was comfortable and warm. He was so tired, but he kept a grip on his phone and stubbornly tried to wake himself. His eyes fluttered rapidly as he tried to stay awake.

‘Do you want to be moved to your bed?’ Sterling asked, hand going up to Victor’s hair to push it out of his face where it naturally draped itself when he was asleep.

‘Yeah…’ He mumbled.

After a few seconds, Sterling picked him up - easy with his strength. Then took him to his room before swathing his son in his favourite blanket and his quilt to keep him warm and content.

‘Love you,’ He mumbled to his dad.

Sterling leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Victor’s head, then ran a brief touch down his cheek.

‘Sleep. You’ll feel better tomorrow night,’ Sterling told him, weaving his powers into his words.

Victor had still been fighting his urge to sleep, but stopped under the weight of Sterling’s compelling words.

[prompt-master]

Sick Bros Forever

[pinesofthemind]

A little tied up 1/2

YYYEAAHHHH BOIIIIII it’s a sequel to my first disgrace of a story on the table where i blue balled everyone, well those balls will be no longer blue and will return to their previous colour, i guarantee with this simple fanfic. Also idk why i went so bloody descriptive on some of the events that only require like two simple lines but oh well, jokes aside sorry for the long wait, life and everything is a little shaky at the moment, but i promise to have a more stable churning of stories later. Also this story is going to be split into two parts bcuz narrative and life are difficult.  Why do i feel like this will be a lead up to multiple disgraces of my writing style. OOOOHHHH WELLLL THENNNN, it’s a very short read i know but i thought i might as well get something out rather than nothing today.  Have a nice read and if you think i need improving on stuff don’t hesitate to tell me what, see ya!

The midnight moon had never looked so gloomy in Dipper’s eyes, the bedroom window reflected its gaze against his wall. It felt cold, yet calming to his own psyche. He thought staring into its path would calm his nerves for what would happen tonight. It only helped a little but not much. Still he had to be confident, guys should always be confident in places like this, or so he thought. If he was the one who wasn’t up to it what would Mabel think? She’d probably back off and he’d never get another chance with her ever again.

Thinking about this type of stuff always made his head hurt. He preferred mysteries and intelligent puzzles. He wasn’t so good at controlling his emotional side when it came to situations like this. He always wished he could just ignore these types of feelings in hope of pursuing his wishes in life. But ever since he experienced Mabel’s touch, her scent and her lips, his body didn’t feel like switching out the lights. His gaze turned to his cupboard looking into it he noticed a couple of his old school ties, hanging at the edge of it. He felt an idea snap into his brain and instantly took hold of it.

Mabel was in a trance like state staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom. But she wasn’t experiencing the same emotions Dipper was going through, she instead started to fantasize about all the things they could do together. He could go rough on her, soft or even a little between the middle. ‘I guess it all depends on how he feels though’ she thought to herself. Many ideas came to mind in that moment, but she had a primary one which kept picking away at her. Maybe she could do a little strip tease show for Dipper in his bedroom. ‘Oh damn...that would probably make him really horny..yeah i’m gonna go with that approach to good old Dippy’. With this idea in mind she hopped out of bed, in her lacy bra and panties and began to walk to her bedroom door.

Opening her door slightly she checked the empty barren hallway for any signs of life. Nothing seemed present in her book. Stepping out into the darkness of the hallway felt rather scary for her. It still haunted her as a child, what she couldn’t see or predict often did such a thing. To shake herself away from the fear she picked up her hand that held her cellphone and shone it at maximum brightness. Luckily there was no demon to meet her when she shone it against the thin walls of the corridor. Using the new field of vision she crept across the wooden planks beneath her and unto the door of her brother.

Upon hearing a knock at his door Dipper didn’t know what to do. How did people even ready themselves for something like this? Was there a formal invitation? Did they just pounce on each other breathless and desperate for the other’s body? He didn’t know, he thought that if he mistakenly threw her off then she’d never do this with him again. But then he felt a kick in the rear, it was his consciousness. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he kept asking himself ‘what happened to the Dipper at the kitchen table this afternoon? Did he all of a sudden just get buried six feet deep? You gotta bring back that dominant action you had back there, she was loving it.’ his mind did have a point, why was he so nervous now, when at the table he was taking control of everything? Being the dominant person in the standoff between them two. He had to show her what he was really made of. No more snapping back between confidence and fear. It was now or never.

He shot himself up out of bed and pushed himself towards the door. Lashing his hands at the door he swung it open to see Mabel standing there, in her lacy bra and panties. ‘Oh, hey Dip...so y-’ before she could even start to tease him Dipper had already lunged at her with his lips. Pressing his against hers, she felt it, an instant connection. The one that she had felt that afternoon. The soft curve of his mouth caressed the shape of hers. He soon let his hands travel down to her waist as he pulled her forwards and into his bedroom shutting the door behind her. Mabel was still shocked, she didn’t know what to do. All this time she had felt like the one in control, when it seemed like Dipper wanted to turn the tables. He separated himself away from her lips for just a second and hoisted Mabe’s body into his own grasp, like a princess carry.

There he walked her over to the bed all the meanwhile Mabel was quickly trying to catch her breath. But Dipper wasn’t going to let her get off that easily. He placed her against the bedsheets and walked over towards his cupboard.

‘Dip what are you doing?’

‘It’s alright Mabes you just sit tight..heh tight’

‘Why what are you going to do?’

‘Well if you want to know so badly...i’m going to tie you up’.