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summary: zimm's nerves about his first doctor's appointment
tags: fluff, so much fluff, read part one!, rocky and adrian do not appreciate leaky space blobs, family fluff, kid fic, first words
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The false sunlight of the biopdome begins to filter through the window, and you watch with an affectionate smile as Zimm slowly wakes, stretching out clumsily. Ryland shifts as the weight on his chest moves, eyes fluttering open as he glances between the two of you with a smile. “G’morning.” His voice comes out raspy with sleep, making you grin and curl closer.
“Hi…” Your lips meet his, and Zimm lets out a displeased noise at the sight, making the two of you pull away with a laugh. The moment is interrupted by a pounding on the door, making your smile grow. “It’s open!”
Two xenonite suits echo through the house before Rocky and Adrian step into the space, watching your family. “How is Zimmer?” Rocky asks, making you grin and gently lift Zimm from Ryland’s chest, settling the small alien on your shoulder.
“He’s doing wonderful.” You feel Ryland’s arms move to wrap around your middle, face smushed against your back.
“Eridians would like to take Zimmer for a doctor checkup. Promise no extreme tests, just want to make sure Zimmer is ok.” You look over your shoulder as Grace perks up, grabbing his glasses off the beside table.
“That sounds fine.” You feel Grace nod against your shoulder. The aliens communicate, and you feel Zimmer shirk in fear against the side of your neck, a whine-like noise leaving his carapace. Matching frowns paint your and Grace’s faces, and you reach up to softly stroke one of the small legs.
“Zimmer is scared, statement.” Rocky lets out, making you nod.
“Doctors can be scary. Especially because Grace and I can’t come.” You murmur, Grace’s warm hand against your side.
“Zimmer will be taken care of very well. Adrian promise and be there whole time. Will bring back to home.” You nod slowly, taking Zimm from your shoulder and bringing the alien face-to-face. Unpleasant tones leave the small creature, making you frown.
“I know it’s scary, my love… it’ll be ok. It’ll be fast, and Grace and I will be right here waiting.” You gently pet Zimm’s back carapace, the one you found most soothing when touched.
“Mommy and daddy will be right here.” Grace murmurs, reaching up to gently grasp one of Zimm’s claws. A long silence follows before Zimm lets out a defeated sound mixed with what you had come to recognize as a cry. “M’sorry…”
“Will take now. Will be safe. Promise.” Adrian purrs, making you raise a brow.
“I thought Eridians never promised.”
“Promise important to safety and human family.”
“Thank you, Adrian.” You gently hand Zimmer off to the Eridian couple, gently waving them off. You can’t help but tuck yourself into Grace’s chest, covering your ears to drown out Zimm’s retreating cries.
“It’s the same as if we took a human baby to the doctor. The shots are the worst for us to watch, but the most necessary for the baby. Just remember you’re keeping him safe, alright? You love him enough to keep him safe and healthy.” You nod slowly, feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks.
“I hate when he cries.” Grace pulls back at the weakness in your voice, frowning and moving to wipe your cheeks.
“Me too. Me too.” He huffs, pulling you back into his chest and laying both of you down.
◈
The second the door opens, you swiftly stand from the bed, finding the three Eridians in the doorway. “♩♫♪𝅘𝅥𝅰!” Gasps leave you and Ryland, equally surprised noises leaving the Eridians.
“Did he just–”
“Zimm!” You grin. “Say it again, say it again!”
“♩♫♪𝅘𝅥𝅰!” A sob leaves Grace’s lips as you lift the baby alien into your arms.’
“Is Eridan word for mother!” Rocky squeals happily, making you nod as tears fall down your cheeks, Zimmer pressing happily into your chest.
“It sure is, pal.” Ryland sniffles, bringing both of you into his arms, forehead falling to your shoulder. Another word leaves Zimmer, making you give a sympathetic smile.
“It was scary, hm? Didn’t like the doctor?” You pacify gently. His carapace shakes in your hand.
“With mommy and daddy!” Another heavy sob is ripped from Grace’s lips, and you can’t help but smile at the disgust radiating off Adrian and Rocky before they shuffle out of the house. “Want lunch!” Laughs echo out from the three of you.
tags: fluff, first kiss, age gap (early twenties/thirties), boss/employee, injury and blood (broken plates), mutual pining
a/n: love you all!!!
divider cred: me!!
Mia was gone. Sure, the larger-than-life portraits and billboards he passed to get to work each day mocked him, but she was gone, married, a daughter, without Sebastian. He had the jazz club, without her. And her visit three months prior was haunting him deeply, the way she’d still made an effort to turn and find his eyes, skin coated with blue light as he painfully smiled and watched what he thought would be his future walk out on him… again. But he forced himself to move on. The flame was still kindled but inaccessible, and he needed to learn to look forward instead of getting stuck in the warmth.
You had applied to Seb’s, freshly graduated from UCLA and struggling to navigate the job market. You’d been hired as a waitress and hostess, shifting where they needed you. You couldn’t complain; the company was friendly, and with it being such a popular spot, tips were decent on a good night. The constant jazz definitely helped, too. The liveliness kept a pep in your step as you waited tables, making it easier to get through long shifts.
Sebastian’s eyes caught on your name as he glanced over his schedule plan, a soft smile finding his lips. His staff was small but tight-knit and strong; guests often told him how wonderful the service was. Over the past few months, you’d become his best server and hostess, effortlessly navigating his space and rarely receiving any complaints from customers. Your tip-outs were always the highest, and he wasn’t blind to the way some of the other servers eyed you with jealousy.
You’d felt like the first person to break through the fog of his heartbreak, soft eyes and light steps, a constant each night in his life. The music helped, too, of course, by distracting his mind, with patterns and rhythms that slowly eased his heartache. HE refused to acknowledge that your presence was slowly filtering into his music.
“Hey, Seb?” He whirls around to face you, looking up from his notes. Seb’s was an hour from opening, and you’d strolled in to begin opening work.
“Hey, you…” A smile graces his face as you adjust your bag on your shoulder.
“I know, it’s uh– really late notice, but I need next weekend off.” His brow raises as he shifts in his spot.
“Can I at least get a reason?” You give a weak smile.
“Death in the family, I need to uh– attend the funeral.” Sebastian’s eyes soften as he slowly nods in understanding.
“Oh gosh, yes, of course! Do you need any other days? You can have the whole week if you need it.”
“I– are you sure? I don’t–”
“If you so help me apologize, that will be more insulting than asking for time off late.”
“If I could have next Friday through Wednesday… that would be wonderful.” You watch the man grab the schedule, scribbling your name out and blocking out the dates.
“You’ve got it. Do you… Need anything?” You shake your head softly, eyes moving towards your shoes.
“Hopefully, a busy shift. Helps keep me occupied.” He nods gently, resisting the urge to reach out and give your hand an assuring squeeze.
“I’ll tell Jason to keep a steady flow in your section whenever he gets here.”
“Thank you, Seb… Thank you.” You mutter, fiddling with a piece of your jewelry and avoiding the older man's eyes.
“Of course, sweetheart. You’re the best employee I’ve got. Just let me know if you need anything. Anything, I mean it.” The pet name makes heat flutter along your spine as you nod, gently dismissing yourself towards the back of the restaurant.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
Your mind buzzed contentedly as your shift passed, music fluttering through the air as you shifted from table to table, between the warmth and grease of the kitchen and the cool blue lighting of the floor. Seb’s eyes would catch you every so often, drifting up from his fingers, watching the light bounce in your step as you breezed between your tables.
As he started a more somber piece, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. His fingers drifted across the keys, a soft rhythm to mimic the way he saw you work. A deeply forgotten feeling rumbles through his chest as he works his way through the middle of his piece, eyes falling to his hands as the realization washes over him; He might’ve finally found someone else.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
The few days without you were a struggle. He noticed your lack of presence more than ever before, his ugly realization of possibly liking someone again, tearing his mind apart. His music wasn’t as strong, mind stuck between visions of your eyes and his fingers on the keys. He was completely out of it.
When you did return, he could barely face you. A blubbering, awkward mess, making your brows furrow in confusion. “Is everything alright?” He nods slowly, avoiding watching as you shrug your jacket off. You wore a dark green blouse the fitted you kindly, and he had to force himself to look away.
“Everything’s fine. Just get ready for service.” His clipped tone makes your brows furrow as you stop for a moment, mouth parting softly in confusion.
“I can uh– pick up some extra shifts next week to make up for me being gone.” You offer nervously, and his spine jolts with guilt as he realizes his tone made you think he was mad at you.
“Oh god– no– sweetheart, you’re ok. I’m sorry, promise I’m not mad at you– just having an uh– day? Y’know?” You nod softly in understanding, and he watches the nervousness slip off your shoulders as you straighten your posture. “How was the funeral?” You shrug softly.
“It was… a funeral. Sad.” He nods slowly.
“Gonna be alright on the floor tonight?” Your eyes light up for a moment.
“Oh– right– could I just uh– buss tonight? Not really in the mood to try and be cheery for tables.”
“Yeah, of course! I’ll go let Jared know he’s on tables.” You give a grateful nod before walking towards the back, Sebastian watching you closely as you disappear from his sight. He was fucked.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
“You’re kidding, right?”Lilly laughs, sipping whatever drink she’d gotten, sitting across from you at the small club the two of you had found. “Sebastian? As in your boss?” You groan, setting your martini down and burying your head in your hands.
“I don’t even know what to do! I’ve dropped two trays in the past three weeks because I get so fucking distracted!” Her laugh gets louder, making the smallest smile twist across your lips.
“I can’t lie and say he’s not gorgeous.”
“And he can sing and play piano! He owns his own club for goddess's sake!”
“At least we know he’s good with his fingers.” She teases, wiggling her brows and making you kick her underneath the table.
“Lilly!” You shriek, moving to cover your warming face again.
“Am I wrong?” She muses gently. A defeated no leaves your lips. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Oh, I don’t know, he could fire me and blacklist me from the club!” You groan, moving to slump backwards in your seat.
“Or he likes you back.”
“He’s like– ten years older than me!”
“Age is just a number! I bet he writes music about you.”
“Lilly!” You groan.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
The clatter that surrounds you as the dishes hit the ground makes you flinch and freeze as you look at the mess on the floor. You can hear the surrounding teasings, ooohs, as you move to start picking up the pieces. A soft hiss leaves your lips as a piece of porcelain slices the palm of your hand, red blooming from the cut. You drop the pieces, biting your lips to soften a sharp cry as you shakily stand back up.
“Seriously, guys? We cannot keep losing dishwe– Are you ok?” Sebastian’s concern wraps you in a warm blanket as you rip your eyes from the dripping blood and to his eyes. “Margo! Go get a broom and clean this up, please!” The woman nods, rushing off as Sebastian leads you away from the mess and grabs a clean rag to wrap around your hand. “You ok?” He asks again, making your head shake awkwardly.
“Blood.” You murmur, making him slowly nod.
“Ok, ok, breathe, alright? You’re ok.” He soothes, making your insides twist as you manage a nod, eyes focused on a strand of loose hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Can I take you to urgent care? Please? I’ll cover it.” You send him a long, dazed glance, head swimming at the sight of your blood seeping through the rag. “Actually, you don’t get a choice. C’mon.” One of his hands gently drifts to your back as he leads you out the back door and towards his convertible.
“Your seats– don’t want to mess up the leather.” An affectionate smile graces his lips as he opens the door.
“Well, I don’t want you passing out. Blood can be cleaned, but hitting your head from passing out could lead to a lot worse.” You slowly nod as you take in his words before slipping into the passenger seat and distantly hearing him shut the door.
The ride is a slow blur, your head leaning against the window, wind blowing across your face as you breathe in the fresh air. Your eyes drift from the bright lights illuminating the streets to Sebastian’s face as he drove. His brows were pinched with worry, making a gentle smile grace your lips as you trace the line of his nose. “You ok?” He asks gently, making you nod. “Almost there.”
“It… hurts.” He looks over at you, frowning.
“I bet. We’re almost there.” You couldn’t tell if he was assuring you or himself.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
Your eyes were focused on the speckled pattern of the ceiling tiles as the nurse gently stitched your hand up. Sebastian’s hand was warm in your uninjured hand, which you gave a squeeze at the numbed pressure of the needle in your skin. He watched you closely, heart finally starting to slow. You were ok. The blood on his white cufflink wasn’t lost on him, but he couldn’t find it in him to mind.
The panic that had flared through his body as he’d rounded the corner, frustration searing through his bones at the thought of losing more dishes before it had suddenly frozen at the look in your eyes. His eyes fall to the stained cufflink as you squeeze his hand again. “Alright… we just need to get this wrapped up, and then I’ll print out the aftercare, ok, hun?” The woman says gently, making your eyes snap to her as you give a distant nod.
When you walk back into the parking lot, you take a long breath, Sebastian’s steps sopping behind you. “I hope you know you’ve got the next few days off and then you’re hosting until further notice.” He muses gently, making you nod.
“I’m sorry about the plates.” He shakes his head, stepping closer and lifting a hand to your back.
“Your safety is a lot more important than some plates. And whenever you get the bill, send it my way, ok?” You turn to look up at him over your shoulder, cheeks warming at how close he is.
“Thank you for uh… all of this. Tonight. Yeah– thank you.” You mumble, making his grin widen as he steps the slightest bit closer.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” He asks, voice lower with a tone you couldn’t bring yourself to think too hard about.
“Still a little queasy.” His fingers twitch against your back.
“Come back to my place.” The words are so rushed from his lips that it takes you a long moment to process them.
“...what?”
“Stay at my place tonight. Let me uh– make sure you’re ok.” A soft noise leaves his throat as he awkwardly clears his throat, eyes moving to find something anywhere but yours.
“Are you sure?” You whisper, making his head shake as a smile graces his lips.
“More than. Please.” You were in the passenger seat of his car again before you could blink.
𝄂𝄚𝄚𝄞ㅤ
Sebastian’s apartment was a lot smaller than you anticipated for someone owning such a bustling club. The walls were an uninviting yellow, sparse with decor. The coffee table was littered with a few empty cans and glasses, blazers thrown over the back of the couch.
Sheet music littered the small kitchen table and the top of the piano, an unopened letter strewn across the kitchen counter. Aside from the counter, the kitchen was the cleanest spot of what you could see. “Do you like to cook?” You ask gently, eyes scanning the fresh vegetables and fruit.
“I do, yeah. I’ll make you something, sorry about the mess– wasn’t expecting company.” You wave him off with your good hand, moving to sit on the couch. His smell enveloped you pleasantly as you traced the gauze on your hand. “Do you need some water?”
“Yes, please…” When he walks over, he hands you a plate and a glass of ice water before sitting in front of you on the floor, legs crossed, back against the coffee table as he looks up at you.
“Feeling better?”
“A little. Still… lightheaded.”
“The nurse said that it should go away by morning.” You both eat in silence for a long couple of moments, and you pretend not to notice the way your heart flutters each time you notice him glancing up at you.
“Thank you… again.” He gently waves you off with a bashful grin.
“Anything for my best employee.” Your stomach felt like molten lava as you took the last few bites of food. “You can take my bed. I’ll sleep out here.” He shuffles gently as he stands to grab both plates and move back into the kitchen. You stand to follow, socks against the cool tile of the small kitchen. The space felt hot, and probably not because of the cooking that had just been done.
“I can’t take your bed.”
“You’re not taking, I’m offering.”
“You're back–”
“Who said I have back problems?”
“It’s your bed–”
“So it’s mine to give.” You huff gently as he turns to face you. The world blurs for a long moment before you step forward, grabbing his tie with your uninjured hand and pressing your lips against his. The noise he lets out is one you’d never heard from the man before, his body relaxing as his hands move to your sides.
“Share the bed?” You whisper as you pull away, eyes focused on his mouth and the way it curls into a smile at your words.
“Sharing is good. Sharing sounds wonderful.” A searing kiss meets your lips as his arms tighten around you.
summary: the eridians offer you and ryland a runt pebble
tags: requires suspension of disbelief! does not follow the correct eridian lore!, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, kissing, accidental child acquisition, kid/family fic, original eridian characters
a/n: love you all!!!!
divider cred: me!
Nervous chirps fill your ears as you look up from your book, sitting up in the xenonite chair of the small porch of the house Rocky and Adrian had kindly made for you and Grace. Suzy, as you had named the pink Eridian nurse you’d taken a liking to after she’d cared for you and Ryland when you’d arrived on Erid. “Hey, Suze… what’s going on?”
“Runt! Pebble is a runt!” Your brows furrow softly, eyes following the movement of her pink claws as she frantically moves in front of you.
“What do you mean? Is there a new litter?” Her Tcarapiee moves in a way that mimics a nod. “Why are you telling me?”
“Needs mother.”
“Oh…kay?”
“You should be mother.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… Why would I be the mother? I’m… human!”
“Eridians not have time for motherhood of runt. Human have time while Grace teach.”
“How often does this happen? Runts?”
“Every two hundred years. Statistic.” You nod slowly, thinking over your options.
“Can I get back to you? Talk to Grace after class and then give you an answer?”
“Need answer by end of sunlight cycle.” You nod.
“Come back to the house later this evening, alright?” The eridian purrs happily and nuzzles against your leg before walking off.
✶
“Do you want a baby?” Grace almost trips over the top step as he reaches the house, dropping his books and snapping his head up at you.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’ve been… offered a baby?” His brows furrow as he stands and fixes his glasses.
“Offered… a baby?” He looks at you over his frames.
“Suzy visited today, asking if I want the runt of the litter.”
“I mean… do you? Can we even… do that? It wouldn’t be able to survive in our atmosphere?”
“Mini zenonite suits?” His hands envelope yours as he looks down at you where you’re sitting.
“Are you being serious?” You burst into laughter, making him smile.
“I am! I swear! Suze should be by in a few hours for us to give her an answer.”
“Not a few hours! Here now!” The soft melodies of the alien ring out, making you smile.
“Hey, Suze!” Grace smiles, moving to sit, back against your knees as your fingers drift to his hair. “I’ve heard you’re trying to make us parents.”
“Runt pebble needs parents.”
“What happens if we say no?” You ask gently, feeling Ryland’s nod beneath your fingers.
“Runt die.” Both of you frown at the words, heart twisting uncomfortably.
“How are we supposed to feed it? Human babies need a lot of emotional connection, skin-to-skin contact.” You explain softly, watching the eridian purr and curl up in front of Grace.
“Pebble understand feeding. Born with ability. Not need skin-to-skin. Runt possible deformities, could possible survive in human atmosphere.” Grace’s brows furrow.
“You guys think it could survive in our atmosphere? Here in the dome?”
“Is possibility.” The eridian chirps gently.
“How are we going to get the food?”
“Deliveries.”
“Do you know anything else about it?”
“Human equivalent of male. Missing leg.”
“He’s missing a leg?” Grace muses gently, lifting a hand to grab and squeeze yours.
“Yes. Without help, we will die. Statement.” Grace looks up over his shoulder at you, and you give a shrug and soft smile.
“What do you think?” He muses.
“I think it could be fun. We can see if it’ll survive in the dome and then go from there. And we can’t just… let it die. We might as well try.” Grace nods, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly.
“Human say yes?” Suzy jumps up happily, jittering and making you grin.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Bring tomorrow morning! With food!”
✶
“You ready to be a mother?” His arms come around you as you make dinner, grinning softly and leaning against his warmth.
“I don’t see why not. She said this only happens every two hundred years. I don’t want him to die… I really hope it doesn’t when they get him in the atmosphere.”
“Got a name?” You pause for a long moment, stirring the food in the pot.
“Hmmm… Sebastian?”
“Sebastion? Really?” He snorts softly, making you laugh.
“Ken?”
“Like the doll?” Your laugh gets louder, making him smile and press a kiss to your cheek.
“Jacob?”
“Are we raising a frat eridian? Some kind of Playboy?” He muses, squeezing you tighter.
“Zimmer?” He pauses for a long moment, hooking his chin on your shoulder.
“I don’t… hate that.”
“Just alien enough for us? We can call him Zimm.”
“Zimmey? Zizi?” You giggle, turning the makeshift stove off.
“I like Zimmer.”
“If you like it, I like it.” He hums, making you turn to face him and press a long kiss against his lips.
“Dinner?”
“Please.”
✶
You stand beside Grace and watch as the small alien is delicately set in the box and pushed into the dome. You and Grace hold your breath for a long moment to see if the pebble starts to smoke, but as the second slowly passes, a grin breaks across your face as you approach the box and reach in to grab the purple creature.
Grace watches as the small alien shifts in your hold and makes a soft noise, probably equivalent to a babble, and shifts in your hands. “Hi, Zimmer.” You whisper.
“Is anomaly!” Rocky cheers happily as you nod.
“It seems that it is.”
“What’s the probability of that, hm?” Grace smiles, one of his hands meeting your hip.
“Probability is 0.0000000003–”
“I was being hyperbolic, Rock.” Grace grins, watching the pebble move happily in your hands.
“Need word.” Rocky hums, making you laugh.
“Later, Rock.” Grace grins, pulling you closer. You glance at him over your shoulder.
“We’re parents!” You giggle, making the small creature tilt its carapace in curiosity at the unfamiliar noise.
“We really are, hm?” He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away and looking back at the pebble.
✶
You sit in the sand, watching as Zimm tries to climb around and explore his surroundings, clumsy with only four legs. Frustrated ‘babbles’ leave his carapace as you smile. “Tired?” The alien crawls into your awaiting palm with a content thrum. “You’re doing well, hm? Lots of practice.”
“How is pebble?” Adrian’s tones ring out behind you.
“Zimm’s doing great. Can I ask you something, Adrian?” The alien nods.
“Yes, ask please.”
“How do I know he’s tired? He can’t fully speak yet. I don’t know when he’s hungry or tired.” Adrian moves closer, the xenonite suit pressing against your arm as she observes the smaller alien.
“I will mimic noises.” You nod and listen closely as two melodic tunes leave the alien a few times, slowly nodding. The pebble mimics the noise of hunger, making your eyes snap towards the pebble.
“So that’s what you want…” You grin.
“Need food?” You nod softly. “Adrian can get.”
“You sure?”
“Adrian happy to help.”
“I think there are still some on the porch of the house.” Zimm curls up in your hold with a soft noise that makes you smile. “Adrian’s getting you some food.” You pout softly, gently petting a smooth part of the purple carapace.
It’d only been a few days, but you already couldn’t stomach the thought of ever leaving your baby behind. Sure, he was clumsy, and the language barrier was proving a struggle, but you could also tell the affection was reciprocated. A terribly unharmonious sound would escape the small creature anytime you left him alone or moved to a different room.
You watch as Adrian reuters, carrying the small xenonite bowl, filled with the necessary foods, Zimm happily chittering at the sight. You set him down to eat, smiling softly before looking back up at Adrian. “Adrian?” A noise leaves the alien for you to continue. “How codependent are Eridians?”
“Not very. Not raised with nourishment such as humans.” You nod slowly, watching Zimmer play with his food.
“Can you promise me something?”
“Eridians no promise.”
“You get what I mean.”
“Humans too absolute.” You can hear the ‘scoff’ in Adrian’s tone, making you snort.
“Promise you won’t experiment on Zimm. Sure, I’ll report back the things he does, but no taking him off to labs, doing tests–”
“Adrian understands. Promise will be upheld.” You nod, reaching out to gently tap the top of their carapace. Zimmer lets out a happy grumble to let you know they’re done before clambering back into your lap and twirling around before nestling against your hip, body slumping. “Pebble is ready for sleep.” You grin.
“I’ll watch him the whole time.” Adrian purrs happily, settling beside you in the sand, warmth radiating through the xenonite suit.
✶
“How's the baby?” Ryland asks, kicking his shoes off and immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. You grin, cupping his cheeks and planting a gentle kiss against his lips with an affectionate hum.
“He’s happy. At a big lunch today, and has been asleep ever since.” Grace looks over at the small xenonite ‘bed’ the eridians had made and dropped off, Zimmer’s purple carapace stark against the dark metal.
“Y’know… I never thought I’d be a parent… thought I had enough students to cover that… but I can’t say I hate this.” You shake your head, burying your forehead against the side of his neck and taking in his warmth. The sound of Grace’s voice makes Zimmer purr happily as he wakes, clumsily jumping up and rushing to happily greet Ryland. The jitters are like the noise of an excited dog as Ryands lifts the aliens to his face. “Hey, you!”
You grin as Zimm babbles happily, probably trying to talk about their day, watching as Ryland nods and gasps at certain parts for dramatic effect. “You were meant for this.” You murmur, making his eyes move to yours.
“What?”
“Fatherhood.”
“Even though it’s not quite traditional?” He grins, walking back over, making Zimm jump into your hold.
“This… is perfect.” You hum, his lips meeting your temple, Zimm’s vibrations strong in your palms.
summary: ryland's girlfriend wakes up sick and snaps at rocky
tags: teeny bit of angst, life on erid, protective adrian, fluff, so much fluff, sickfic
a/n: love you all!
divider cred: me!
Rocky’s nervous chimes make you groan and turn to bury your head in your pillow as the light cycles to the late morning light. “Female human die! Die! Die? What Wrong?”
“Rocky… please calm down. I’m alright. Grace can explain later.” You grumble.
“What if die before Grace return?!”
“I’m not going to die, Rocky! Get out!” You snap, whimpering as another wave of heat and pain washes over your body. The second you woke up, you’d realized you were sick, Ryland rushing out of each house to avoid being late to his class. Rocky’s sad tones made you frown into the warmth of your pillow, but your body protested too heavily to move.
Grace looks over as Rocky’s xenonite suit taps against the small platform, his class chittering in confusion at the interruption. “Hey, buddy… whatcha doing?”
“Female human being mean.” Ryland’s brows furrow before he turns to his class.
“Take a little, break, alright? What do you mean she’s being mean? She’s never mean.”
“Core temperature elevated. Was mean to Rocky.”
“How was she mean?”
“Snap at Rocky. Tell Rocky to go away.”
“She told you to go away?” Grace's brows furrow in confusion. That was nothing like you at all.
“Hurt Rocky’s feelings. Statement.” Ryland frowns, patting one of Rocky’s legs gently.
“Can you go tell Adrian someone either needs to cover my class or they need to be let out early?” The alien nods, scurrying off as Ryland quickly makes his way up the cliff steps to the house. “Hey, sweetheart…” He pushes gently into the house, hearing you groan softly. “You ok? Rocky said you weren’t doing too well.” He kicks his shoes off and slips his cardigan off, stepping into your room and finding you in a pile of blankets.
“Tell Rocky I say sorry.” You rasp out uncomfortably, turning to face your boyfriend, who gives you an affectionate smile. His hand meets your forehead, making him frown.
“Have you eaten? Got water?” You shake your head and snuggle against Grace’s shoulder, his coplgene soothing your senses.
“Rocky woke me up, then wouldn’t stop nudging me and asking if I was going to die. I…yelled at him to get out, and I feel like a bitch.”
“Watch your language.” Grace’s voice rumbles out softly, making your grip tighten. “He’ll understand you didn’t mean it.” Your head lifts just slightly to pout softly, sniffling as you do. “I think you’ve got a fever. Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll grab you some clothes and get you some food. I hope you’re expecting a Rocky-Adrian cuddle pile.”
“If Rocky forgives me. And Adrian is going to be pissed that I was mean to Rocky.”
“You’re sick as a dog… It’s going to be ok. Go shower.”
“I love you.” You murmur, making him smile and kiss the warmth of your forehead.
“I love you.”
🌡
Knocks echo through the house as Grace finishes plating your food, moving to open the door and face the two eridians. “We come in, question?” Adrian chirps, making him nod and moving out of the way.
“She’s in the shower.”
“What wrong with her?” Rocky chimes.
“She’s got a cold. She’s sick.”
“Sick? Die? Female human die!”
“Die! Die! Die?!” Both of the alien’s concern makes the blonde man chuckle.
“It’s a very common sickness that passes with rest, food, and water in a couple of days. She’ll be alright.”
“Grace, sure, question?”
“Very sure. A warm cuddle pile also helps.” Happy chirps fill the air as you step out of the bathroom, sweatpants and Ryland’s sweatshirt covering your body as you move to melt against the man.
“‘M really sorry, Rocky. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” You frown at the protective noise that Adrian lets out, skittering in front of Rocky.
“Rocky understand now! Human sick and upset, Rocky too much. Rocky's feelings hurt, but Rocky ok now.” You move from Ryland’s arms to kneel in front of the alien and gently hold out a hand. The alien sets his claw in your awaiting palm with a content purr.
“You’re not too much, I promise. I was just tired and not in the mood for so much talking. I never wanted to hurt your feelings, buddy.” The alien nods, moving closer to press against you.
“Grace say cuddle pile help, maybe.” You smile and nod, standing back up.
“I need to eat first, and then we can have a cuddle pile, alright?” Both aliens chitter happily, doing their jazz hands as you move to get the food Ryland made.
“Feeling better after the shower?” His arm comes around your middle, lips meeting your forehead again.
“A little. I do think a cuddle pile is going to do me well.” He grins. “Wish I could kiss you.”
“You can.” He shrugs.
“You’ll get sick.”
“Occupational hazard.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.” You giggle softly, making him grin and press his lips to yours with a hum.
“Love doesn’t make sense.”
“That’s the cheesiest thing you‘ve ever said.” You giggle lightly.
“You like it that way.”
“Humans slow!”
“Hurry, eat!” Adrian grumbles gently.
“Are you joining the cuddle pile?” You sniffle, moving to blow your nose.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Can you go get them settled?”
“Take the medicine.” Grace motions to the pills on the counter, and you nod. You slowly finish the food, sniffling and coughing every so often, before setting your things in the sink and moving towards the bedroom. The curtains were pulled, and you could make out Adrian and Rocky happily skittering over the top of Grace’s form in the bed as he laughed.
“Cuddle pile?” You corak out, making all three heads snap towards you before Rocky and Adrian move to let you lie against Grace’s side. Rocky settles against Grace’s other side while Adrian presses against your upper back.
“Female human feel better, question?” Adrian chirps, making you smile.
“Family always makes me feel better.” You affirm, making both aliens purr happily before slowly settling into sleep.
“They really do love you.” Grace hums softly, kissing your forehead.
“More than you?”
“Mmm, that’s a hard battle to win.” You snort softly, snuggling closer into his warmth.
“I bet.” You muse, slowly slipping into a restful sleep.
summary: ryland's girlfriend get her period and rocky wants to help.
tags: fluff, menstruation, mentions of blood, rocky is a heater, kissing , established relationship
a/n: this was inspired by bad engineering by @rainiieday go read that too!!!!!!
divider cred: me!
“You ok?” Grace’s voice rumbles out beside you, his body warm beside you as you stir with an uncomfortable groan and shake your head. “What is it?” His hand cups the side of your head as his brows pinch with concern.
“My period.” A soft ah leaves his lips as his hand moves to rub your side. You pull away and get out of bed with a groan, stumbling towards the bathroom to deal with your issue.
“Grace! Grace! Grace! Blood! Blood on bed! Where is female human? Female human dying?” Robky’s voice echoes out, making your eyes roll softly. You hear Ryland moving to change the sheets.
“She’s not dying, Rocky, it’s natural.”
“Blood not natural! Blood bad! Blood means hurt!” You hear Ryland groan, his feet padding softly against the floor. You gently step out of the bathroom, sweatpants, and underwear tucked under your arm. Your legs are bare with a fresh pair of clean underwear hidden beneath Ryland’s oversized sweatshirt. “Female human ok!” Rocky jitters happily as you give a pained smile. Ryland envelopes you in a soft hug, making you hum unhappily.
“What do you need?” His lips meet your temple.
“Heat and to lie down.” You grumble, making his hands drift down to your hips, thumbs massaging the skin softly.
“Rocky heat human?” Both sets of your brows raise, and you pull yourself from Ryland’s embrace to look at the creature.
“What do you mean, buddy?”
“Rocky heat, human! Sit! Sit! Sit! Hurry! Humans slow!” You grumble softly, pull Ryland to sit against part of Rocky’s tunnel, settling your back against his chest. Rocky rolls into the space between your open legs, his rocky form settling against your abdomen, pressing as close as he can through the xenonite ball. Ryland hooks his chin on your shoulder as he watches the alien with an amused gaze.
“What are you doing, Rock?” You mumble, taking and squeezing one of Ryland’s hands as another wave of pain rushes through you. He kisses the skin revealed by the collar of your shirt, lips warm against your skin.
“Rocky heat.” The alien announces, and your eyes widen as his caraphase slowly heats up against you, easing the cramps that run through your body.
“What’s he doing?” Ryland questions, making you take your connected hands and press his knuckles against the xenonite. “Is it helping?”
“Immesley,” you sigh, body relaxing against Ryland’s. Rocky chirps happily, making you smile. Your fingers press into the flexible zenonite panel, letting one of Rocky’s claws grab your finger. “Thank you, Rocky.”
“Rocky happy humans happy.” You nod, letting your head curl against the warmth of Ryland’s neck. “Rocky still does not understand why a female human is in pain.”
“Not it.” You grumble softly, making Ryland grin.
“Female humans have reproductive cycles; they last a month.”
“Reproduction good! Should not cause pain!” Rocky chirps, his claw clutching your finger tighter.
“Well, for humans, the protective inner lining and egg– if they’re not fertilized– shed, and it takes about seven days of the thirty-ish.” Rocky purrs in understanding, gently squeezing your finger.
“Human organs contract?” You nod softly, gently petting Rocky’s other fingers.
“It’s called a uterus,” Rocky repeats the word, and Ryland reaches to add it to the vocabulary in the computer.
“Heat helping, statement.” You nod, smiling as Ryland pulls you tighter against him and kisses your temple.
“It’s helping a lot, buddy… thank you.”
“Grace help, too?”
“Grace is helping a lot.” You turn your head to kiss the blonde man softly, making him hum and clutch your hip.
“Gross!” Rocky chirps, making you pull away with a giggle. “Human mating rituals ugly.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Ryland mumbles, making you laugh harder.
“Tell Rocky other half!”
“I can assure you that you do not want to hear the other half of it, Rock.” He mumbles, grinning as you continue to giggle.
⌬
After a long day of work in the lab, Ryland stands, stretching with a soft groan and lifting his glasses to rub his eyes before moving to the dormitory area and smiling at the sight of Rocky settled on top of you, his purring loud enough for Ryland to feel it across the room.
He moves to stand beside you, hand drifting to gently cup your cheek as our eyes flutter open. “How’re you feeling?”
“Amazing… I feel like I’ve been bathing in lava all day.” You murmur happily, making the man smile and bend down to kiss your forehead. “Hey, Rocky?” You gently fidget with his claw, waking the alien. “Can you get off for a sec so I can change, and Grace can get in bed?” And unhappy chitter leaves the alien, but he reluctantly moves off your form.
“Rocky likes cuddle.” You pat the ball softly with a grin, groaning as you stand. Ryland watches you closely, handing you another one of his sweatshirts. You hum happily as you take it, leaning forward to kiss the man.
“I love you.”
“Love you more.” He smiles. “Go get ready for bed, and I’ll meet you there.” You move to change and use the restroom before finding Ryland in bed, settling on top of him. His arms come around you, and his lips meet your forehead before Rocky happily skitters back on top of your back, heart flushing through your body.
“Thank you, Rocky.” Happy chirps fill the air before Rocky’s warm body settles into a deep sleep, and Ryland lets out a long sigh, the heat reaching him and making his hand lift to cradle your head.
summary: ryland grace and his favorite art teacher
tags: fluff, so much fluff, first date, first kiss, au - no astrophage, foxes, art teacher! reader, mutual pining
a/n: love you all!!!!! no i haven't read the book!!!!
divider cred: me!
“I don’t understand how you just… make stuff.” Your eyes dart up to your door, smiling and rolling your eyes at Ryland Grace, Glover Cleveland's favorite science teacher.
“What does that mean?” He steps further into your room, the air still cool, thirty minutes before the first bell.
“There are no numbers! Nothing’s set in stone– there are no equations to figure anything out!” You laugh softly.
“I can barely do what you do, so we’re even.” You watch him come around your desk, leaning against it and crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you working on?” He muses softly, trying to find a way to further the conversation, making you shake your head.
“An example piece for the assignment I’m having them start today.” He nods slowly, watching the way your hands carefully move across the canvas, brushes even and tidy. “The need to do a value project.” He raises a brow.
“Like… monetarily?” You laugh, setting your brush back in the water.
“Light and dark, Ryland.” You laugh, making him let out a soft, embarrassed ah, cheeks going red. “You think too literally sometimes.”
“That’s kind of my… job.” He laughs along with you, making you smile. You kick his shoes softly.
“Maybe we need to get you into art.”
“I don't think you’d appreciate my stick figures.” You snort, grab your brush, and add more paint to your piece.
“I would love your stick figures.” The statement alone makes his heart flutter, averting his gaze from yours.
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen any.”
“Come in on your off period! The kids love you, and they’ll probably flip if you show up and do work with them.” He watches you for a long moment, brows pinched in consideration as he shifts his weight and shoves his hands in his pockets.
“Are you sure?” He looks at you over the rim of his glasses, and you can feel heat creep up your neck.
“I’d love it– they’d love it. Only if you have time.” He shrugs, a smile finding its way to his lips. He’d always find time for you, but you didn’t need to know that.
“You’d love it?” You clear your throat and focus on your painting.
“I mean– I guess– the students would like it, too.” You reason softly, making his smile grow as he watches you.
“I’ll see what I can do. Probably beats grading.” You chuckle, nodding softly.
🖍
You pursue your classroom as the student eagerly start their assignment, sketching out the first design and carefully pouring their paints. “Mr. Grace!” A voice speaks loudly, making every head snap up in the direction of the door, including your own. He gives a shy smile and waves.
“I’ve been told some of you would like to see me attempt to paint.” Excited whispers jitter around you, making you smile and motion to an empty seat. He does his best to draw his gaze from you in your element, focusing on your bright lanyard, that jingled every time you move.
“Lilly, can you explain what we're doing to Mr. Grace?” The girl eagerly nods as you help with the table you’re at. Ryland can’t help but subtly watch you from afar, tracing the lines of your smile and the way you eagerly help the kids fix their lines. He carefully follows the instructions the students around him give him, earnestly trying his best to paint a small landscape.
By the time you make your way to the table and pull up a stool, he’s red with embarrassment. “How’s it going?” You ask the table gently, eagerly looking over the students' nieces before turning to Ryland. “Mr. Grace?”
“It’s uh… green?” The table erupts in giggles. You smile, glancing over his piece.
“I think you’re doing well!” You encourage gently, making his flush deepen as he clears his throat.
“Are there any rules on adding animals?” You raise a brow, the kids around you whispering eagerly. The question made him feel foolish for a moment, a blush coating his cheeks.
“...no? Do whatever your heart desires.”
“Science does not require your heart.” He grumbles, making the students giggle again.
“But, Mr. Grace! Wouldn’t anatomy include your heart?”
“Someone was listening during my lectures!” Grace smiles. “But for the sake of this joke, science doesn’t require your heart.” The kids all laughed again, and you watched with a grin.
“Does that mean you’re saying she doesn’t have a brain? She’s not doing science!” One boy says, making your jaw drop with mock offense and making his heart flutter with panic.
“No! No! That’s not what I meant! She’s got plenty of brains! However, she’s good with being led by her heart!” He reasons, making you smile bashfully. The students erupt around the two of you and sigh at the forming ideas of their favorite science and art teaching “being in love.” He ignored the way his heart soared at the idea of love.
🖍
“You never showed me what animal you added to your painting.” You muse softly, stepping into his room, making his head lift from the papers he was grading. He smiles, waving you further in. You pull your bag tighter over your shoulder, moving to lean against his desk and look down at him.
“You’re not allowed to laugh at me.”
“Whatever you’re going to pull out, I’ve probably seen worse.” You snort softly, watching him dig through a pile of assignments before pulling out his small landscape piece. He offers it to you, and you find a small orange-and-white fox in the bottom-left corner. You grin at the small creature and its goofy smile, watching as Ryland’s cheeks flush. “A fox, hm?”
“They– they’re my favorite.” He mumbles gently, making your gaze soften.
“Really?” He nods, shifting his weight in his chair and clearing his throat. “I love it.”
“You do?” His eyes snap up to yours as an eager smile crosses his lips.
“It looks good! And it’s not half bad in terms of value. I’d give you an… A.” Your expression tightens slightly at the way he toys nervously with his pen and avoids your eyes.
“An A, huh? That’s uh– can you– uh– flip it over.” Your brows pinch in confusion as you gently flip the small piece over, finding it would be un-fox-gettable if you went out with me! -R, a soft gasp leaving your lips.
“You know that pun is horrible, right?” You giggle, making him shake his head with an embarrassed smile.
“It was the only thing I could think of.” He murmurs, making your smile widen.
“I’d love to.” You reach out to gently grab and squeeze his hand, making the flush across his cheeks deepen as he finally meets your gaze.
“Are you sure? You don’t–”
“You asked me on a date by painting me something. I think I’d been a fool to say no.”
🖍
“Miss?” You look up from your computer, smiling at the student.
“Yes, Lilly?”
“Why did you hang up Mr. Grace’s painting?” Oohs echo around the room, and you feel your heart creep up your neck, glancing at the piece behind it.
“Because I think it’s a good reminder that anyone can do art.” Lilly gives you a skeptical look as the kids start to whisper. “Get back to work!” You laugh softly, making the kids mumble under your breath.
Class progresses slowly as you make your way around the room, helping adjust lines, mix certain colors, and having soft conversations about the students’ days. “Mr. Grace!” Lucas says happily, making you look up as the blonde man sheepishly steps into the room.
“She hung up your painting!”
“Look! Look!”
“Mr. Grace, you need to practice your animals.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t insult my fox drawing abilities! My fox looks great!” He jeers softly, making the students laugh.
“Why did she hang your painting up?” Ryland’s eyes drift from yours to his painting that was now hung up among other student creations behind her desk.
“I’m willing to bet she’s already told you, and you probably weren’t listening.” You smile and nod, and the eager eyes move to yours.
“I said that I hung it up because it’s a good example of the fact that anyone can do art. Even a scientist.” The students ooh and ah, giggling as they look between their two beloved teachers.
“See? You guys need to use your ears.” Ryland grumbles.
“Are you staying for class again?” An eager voice asks, making all the eyes snap back to Ryland.
“Just stopping by today, sorry to disappoint.”
“You just want to see our teacher.” One boy perks up, making excited giggles around you.
“What if I just wanted to see my students?” Ryland tries to recover, watching as you hide a bashful smile behind your hand.
“Alright! Alright! You all have an assignment to finish! I’m going to talk with Mr. Grace in the hall for a moment.” The blonde nods, opening the door for you, and you skeptically glance over your class.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a fuss.”
“Are we still on for tonight?” You blurt out, making him look up at you and smile.
“If you’re still up for it.” You nod, hands interlocked behind your back.
“I can uh– take your painting down if you’d like.” He shakes his head.
“No, no, please– I– uh– keep it up. I’d like it if you kept it up.”
“Can do, Mr. Grace.” He grins, pulling the door open again to let you back into the classroom.
🖍
You fidgeted with the napkin in your lap, glancing up to look around the restaurant every so often. You’d worn a nice dress and done your hair and makeup, shifting nervously in your seat. But the stress faded away as Ryland walked in, hair messy and glasses slightly askew as he scanned the room for you. You both smile as he sees you and makes his way to the table, sitting across from you. “I’m so sorry I’m late– the science fair–”
“Ryland– it’s alright. You’re here, and it’s only ten minutes.” He sighs softly and nods, finally letting his shoulders drop.
“I’m… really glad you said yes to all this.”
“Me too.” The waiter walks up, and Ryland orders both of you a nice bottle of wine and a starter, letting you order your main dish before following with his own. “This is a really nice restaurant.” You watch the man blush, reaching across the table to gently take and toy with your hand.
“You deserve it.”
“I haven’t gone on a date in… forever.”
“Me neither. I’ve been trying to find the courage for uh… months.” Your brows raise in surprise.
“Months?” He sheepishly smiles up at you.
“My last relationship didn’t uh… go very well. It’s been hard to… get back out there, I guess.” You nod softly, squeezing his hand.
“I haven’t been in a relationship since college. Haven’t had time… or interest. So if it makes you feel better, the bar isn’t very high.”
“Hopefully, I don’t even need to set a bar.” Your head tilts, brows pinching in confusion.
“What does that mean?”
“That hopefully you won’t even be… looking for someone else.” His voice dwindles off softly at the end as you smile at his words.
“Well, your personal bar is already through the roof at the fact that you were willing to paint me something.”
“At least I’m doing something right.”
“You’re doing a lot of things right.”
🖍
The walk back to your apartment was slow, hands connected and swinging between the two of you. You listened to Ryland chatter eagerly about the project he had come up with for his students to start the next week, the scientific jargon confusing you, but you couldn’t find it within you to have him clarify.
You pull him to a stop as you stop at your building, pulling him from his thoughts as his eyes settle on you with a dopey smile. “Is this your stop?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunate?”
“Want to come up?”
“Do I?” He teases, clearly lightened by the alcohol. “Yes, please.” You grin, pulling him into your building and into the elevator. “Fifth floor, hm?” He giggles, hugging you tightly and pressing you against the cool metal.
“What’s so funny about the fifth floor?” You smile, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. He leans into it as the elevator dings past the floors, humming happily at your touch.
“Five, y’know?” You giggle, grabbing his hands and pulling him out of the elevator onto our floor.
“Can’t say I do know.” You tease, grabbing your keys and unlocking your door as he happily glues himself to your back. You manage to kick your shoes off and get out of your jacket as he happily squeezes you from behind. “You doing ok?”
“I’m doing pretty well.”
“How about you go sit down, and I’ll get you some water, hm?” You turn in his hold, brushing his hair from his eyes and gently adjusting his glasses.
“I think I’m ok.” He grins softly. “Just ok, right here…”
“You’re like a puppy.” His head presses further into your neck, making you laugh again.
“Not a puppy. A fox… You know I like foxes. And– and– Maybe I’m just happy.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Ryland.” Your fingers card through his hair as he sighs. “And yes, I know foxes are your favorite.”
“The students are never going to let us down.” He huffs.
“Just wait till they see us chaperoning the school dance together.” A soft chortle leaves his throat before he lifts his head and presses his forehead against yours. “I really… like you.”
“I can tell.” You hum, smiling. “I think you also might be a little of a lightweight.”
“Me? Never.”
“Are you sober enough to kiss me?” He perks up, grinning.
“I’d love to.” You pull him in closer, letting his lips meet yours, making him hum happily and pull you in tighter. You pull away when the two of you can’t stop laughing. “Maybe I’m not sober enough.”
“Guess you’ll have to stay the night, hm?”
“Can I really?” He pouts gently.
“Promise.”
🖍
Morning comes slowly, Ryland curled against the warmth of your chest, arms clamped around your middle, as he mumbles happily. It was the first time you’d seen him without his glasses (which had been carefully stowed away on your beside table), face lax as your fingers weaved through his hair.
His sleep talking made you giggle, your body shaking beneath him, making him stir. “What’s going on?” He murmurs.
“You’re awake.” He lifts his head to glance around for a moment before he squints at your face.
“‘M not dreaming anymore?”
“How’s your head?” Your thumb brushes his temple softly.
“Fine. Was kissing you part of my dream?” You grin and shake your head.
“That definitely happened.” He slowly moves to linger over you and press his lips against yours.
“I’m sorry I got so…” You shake your head, cupping his cheeks.
“I had a wonderful night… It was amazing.” You whisper, making him grin and settle back on top of you, head against your chest.
“I’m glad you said yes.” The words are barely audible, but you can feel the rumble over them against your ear as your hand finds its way back to your hair.
Can I get a Jack Abbot x fem!reader (age gap) fic? Im thinking about reader being a receptionist at the Pitt (night shift) and she develops a huge crush on Jack but she doesn’t know if its reciprocal.
Thankss xoxo
French Toast | Jack Abbot
f! reader
ao3 link
wc: 2,100+
summary: the night shift gets a new receptionist
tags: fluff, a little angst, mentions of jack's dead wife, insecurities on both sides, first date, first kiss
a/n: love you all!!!!
divider cred: me!
Your first week at the Pitt had gone smoothly, training flowing smoothly (seeing as it wasn’t your first receptionist job), and you were finally able to work efficiently on your own. A yawn leaves your mouth as you turn your car off, glancing at the sunset as you grab your bag and move towards the side door.
Lupe greets you warmly, giving you a rundown of the waiting room (which was, thankfully, less busy than usual), and you give her a soft nod, taking your seat. “Oh! Also, the night shift attending is finally back on tonight. He was off for your training week, but he’s pretty great.” You raise a brow.
“That’s uh… Jack, right?” The shorter woman nods, and you watch her pack her things.
“He can be a bit of a hardass, but he’s a sweetheart underneath.” You type your login into the computer and look over the screen, shooting Lupe a soft goodbye over your shoulder before looking up at the patient standing on the other side of the window.
“How can I help you?”
-
“You must be our new receptionist.” The patient walks away from the window, and you spin around in your chair to face the unfamiliar voice. Your breath catches as you look over the man, grey hair with streaks of red, freckled cheeks, and arms crossed over his chest.
“Are you Jack?” You say gently, making him smile and nod, shifting his weight.
“Sorry, I wasn’t here to meet you last week.” He watches you dismiss him with a soft wave of your hand and a kind smile.
“I can understand why people need some days off around here.”
“Is this your first receptionist job?” You shake your head.
“I worked for a hospital back in Denver.”
“Thank goodness for that because even your part of the job isn’t for the weak.” You nod softly, glancing back at your screen. “Why the nightshift?”
“Just… works.” He nods.
“I get that. That’s how I feel that way about it all, too.” Your jump as a loud knock echoes against the glass behind you, making Jack’s gaze sharpen towards the man.
“How can I help you?” He doesn’t miss the way your voice becomes softer, more welcoming towards the waiting patients.
“I’ve been here for two hours! What the hell is going on back there?” The man yells, and Jack’s eyes follow the way your smile gets syrupier.
“We’ve got a lot of patients and a lot of emergencies, sir. We see people by order of need.”
“I cut my hand open!”
“You’ve been told you really only need some medical glue. There’s no worry of death or bleeding out, alright? I understand you're bored and probably scared and probably in pain, but we have people dying back there, so I’ll kindly ask you to go sit back down.” You hold your ground as the man hits the glass one more time with a loud huff before turning back to sit down.
“I already like you.” The chair squeaks as you turn back to Jack, finding a smile on his face.
“Glad to hear it.”
“You definitely know what you’re doing, just let us know if anybody gets too aggressive, alright?” You nod, giving the older man an appreciative smile.
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Jack couldn’t stop himself from wanting to stop by and see you every moment he could. His mind couldn’t make any sense of it. It was the first time he’d met you. He’d had to get away from you as quickly as he could after seeing you put the unruly patient in his place, knowing his scrubs wouldn’t hide what your actions did to his body.
He’d find himself between his cases, making up any excuse to talk to you or watch you work, hoping you didn’t mind. He thanked the world that it wasn’t a busy night, and the waiting room wasn’t keeping you too busy. “What is up with you?” John’s voice echoes out, and Jack blankly stares at the screen.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did something happen during your week off?” Jack raises a brow, turning to look at the shorter man.
“Since when do you care?” John rolls his eyes before raising his hands in surrender.
“Sorry for caring about you, boss. Have you met the new secretary? She’s a hell of a sweetheart.” John doesn’t miss the way Jack’s brow twitches, the black-haired man’s eyes glinting with recognition.
“She’s uh– pretty great, yes.”
“Pretty great, hm?”
“Don’t you have patients?”
“Don’t you?”
“I need to go– check omn the– check on the waiting room.”
“I bet you do!” John calls out over his shoulder, making Jack scoff as his feet carry him towards you.
“How’s it going?” You raise a brow to glance over your shoulder.
“Am I doing something wrong?” You quip, making his brows raise as he quickly shakes his head.
“No– no! Of course not!”
“It’s just– you keep checking on me over and over, and I’m just… worried that it’s because I’m doing something wrong.” Jack’s eyes widen at your helpless expression, stuttering softly and raising his hands gently.
“No– no– god, no! You’re doing great. It’s just uh– just– nice to have someone new around here.”
“Are you sure? You don’t need to worry about hurting my feelings. I’d rather have whatever I’m doing wrong corrected earlier rather than later.” You explain gently as Jack shifts his weight between his feet again.
“Promise– swear it– you’re doing nothing wrong.” You’re making a fool of yourself, Jack. Get it together. You can talk to a pretty lady.
“Are you sure?” He nods, reaching forward to awkwardly pat your shoulder.
“You’re doing great.” He assures gently, an embarrassed pink spreading across his cheeks.
-
“What the hell is up with you?” Robby asks Jack, whom he finds on the roof.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack doesn’t make an effort to glance at Robby over his shoulder.
“You've been high-strung, snapping at people, jittery for weeks– are the nightmares back?”
“No, the nightmares aren’t back. I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s not nightmares, Michael!” Jack snaps, making Robby’s eyes widen as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Then what is it?” Robby watches the way Jack carefully fiddles with his wedding ring.
“She’s almost twenty years younger than me.” Robby’s brows raise, mouth dropping in astonishment.
“This… is all because of a woman?”
“A much younger woman. Who deserves better than this damn job–”
“She works here?”
“-who deserves better than me.” Jack finishes, making Robby frown gently.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t want anyone finding that out.” Robby snorts.
“I think I can figure it out for myself. We’ve only gotten one new employee in the past few weeks.” Jack finally turns to Robby, finding him grinning. “It’s that new receptionist, yeah?”
“I’m nearly twenty years older than her.”
“So? Young people do stuff like that all the time!”
“I’m a veteran who’s missing half my leg, has to work night shifts to make myself feel better and do swat work to just– settle something inside me!”
“Maybe she could help! You haven’t put yourself out there since Crystal passed! Maybe this is what you need! She’d want you to be happy.” Jack scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“She probably doesn’t even spare me a glance!”
“You don’t even know that.”
-
“You’re kidding!” Victoria laughs, a fruity drink clutched in her hand.
“That’s who you’d pick? Out of anyone in the pitt?” Trinity asks, making you laugh.
“Yes! Jack is hot! It’s not like he would go for me anyway! Who would you pick?” You jab, watching Trinity’s cheeks go pink as you raise a brow.
“Anyone would be stupid not to go for you. You’re hot as fuck, and he’d be stupid not to.” Trinity says, matter-of-factly, before her brows pinch in thought over her answer to your question. “Dr. Al-Hashimi.” She mumbles.
“What was that?” Victoria muses softly.
“Dr. Al-Hashimi!” Trinity blurts, making both you and Victoria’s jaws drop.
“At least she’d treat you better than Garcia!” Trinity gasps, kicking your thigh and almost spilling your drink. “Hey!” All three of you laugh before Trinity’s, and your eyes move to Victoria.
“You can’t answer Mateo.” Trinity specifies, making Victoria groan.
“It’s a cop-out!” You jest, making her take a long sip of her drink.
“Fine– fine– uhm… McKay.” Your jaw drops in tandem with Trinity’s. Giggles erupt from the three of you, only getting louder throughout the night.
-
You shove your sunglasses in your bag as you make your way towards the side door, finding Jack standing just beside it. “Evening, captain.” You tease lightly, making his head snap up, giving you a gentle smile.
“How’s my favorite receptionist this fine evening?” You raise a brow at him, nodding gently as he pulls the door open for you.
“Decent.” He clears his throat, wiping his hands on his scrub pants as he walks beside you.
“Are you alright?” Jack stutters for a moment, taking a deep breath before reaching out to grab your hand, stopping you before you step out of the secluded hallway.
“I was– uh– hoping to ask you something.” He mutters gently, avoiding your eyes at all costs.
“Is everything ok?” You ask gently, turning to fully face him.
“Go on a date with me?” He blurts out suddenly, making your jaw drop in astonishment.
“What?”
“I know I’m kind of your boss– and I’m like– twenty years older than you– but– I would really like to go on a date with you.” He mumbles softly, shifting his weight as looking past your gaze.
“Are you being serious?” You breathe out.
“Only if you want me to be– otherwise this is just a big jo–”
“I’ll go on a date with you, Jack.” You smile kindly, reaching out to take one of his shaking hands and give it a reassuring squeeze.
“Are you doing this to make a senior citizen happy?” He jests with a light grin.
“Easy charity work, no?” He lets out a laugh, a real, relieved laugh that makes your smile widen.
“I hope you like waffles.”
“What if I like pancakes?”
“That works, too.”
-
The menu was sticky between your fingers, and the diner smelled like old coffee and creamer. But it was homey, warm across from Jack as he mulled over the selections. “Didn’t realize you took women out to five-star joints for a first date.” You tease, making him shoot you a tired grin, looking up.
“What? Not good enough? This is luxury.” You giggle, nudging his foot beneath the table.
“Oh, of course. This is the best restaurant I’ve ever been to.” You kindly thank the waiter as he pours the two of you coffee and takes your orders. “French toast, hm?”
“My wife made the best French toast.” Your face falls suddenly, eyes widening.
“Wife?” Jack’s eyes widen as he shifts, realizing you hadn’t heard such a crucial detail of his life. “Does she know about this?”
“Hard to know these things six feet under.” You freeze, eyes softening with recognition and regret.
“Oh, Jack… I’m– I’m so sorry.” You whisper, tracing a pattern into the glossy tabletop. He reaches out to clasp one of your hands within his own, ring heavy on his finger.
“She died almost ten years ago. Heart attack.”
“I didn’t mean to assume.”
“I didn’t tell you. I promise you it’s alright. I don’t talk about her a lot… and she’d be happy to know I’m happy.” You nod slowly, turning your hand to clasp it within Jack’s, squeezing it.
“I’m glad you’re happy, too. I’m really glad.” You whisper tenderly, making his smile grow.
-
By the time Jack had driven you back to your apartment, the sun was high in the sky, but neither of you seemed to mind the exhaustion settled deep in your bones. You watch as Jack puts his car in park, eyes moving from the gear shift to his, tracing his smile lines and freckles. “I’m really glad we did this. I didn’t even think–”
“I didn’t think you’d want me either. We’re even.” He murmurs, reaching for your hand, delicately bringing your knuckles to his lips.
“But we're not finished.” You tease, using the grip he had on your hand to teasingly yank him closer, a surprised sound leaving his throat.
“And what does finishing mean?” He smiles, raising a brow.
“A kiss would suffice.”
“Just suffice?” You laugh, pulling him closer over the couch and pressing your lips to his, making him hum happily. “Did that suffice?” He mutters against your lips.
“A few more wouldn’t hurt…”
“There’s plenty to come.” He smiles before kissing you again, tucking a hand around your skull and pulling you closer.
Hey, can you write something with Robby and reader!wife? We work together, they are the same age and maybe the same nurse position. Reader is Trinity mentor. Thanks 😊
Ring ⟁ Michael Robinavitch
f! wife! reader
ao3 link
wc: 1,100+
summary: robby, his wife, and their (not formally adopted) daughter, trinity santos
tags: fluff, slice of life, background garcia/santos, teasing, kissing
a/n: love you all!!! hope you enjoy!!!
divider cred: me!
Cold hands slip under the hem of your shirt, making you gasp and almost spill your cup of steaming coffee. “You snake!” You shriek with a laugh, Robby burying his head against your neck, his beard tickling the skin.
“Snake? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” You set the mug down, then spin around and fully face Robby.
“Your hands are freezing.” You whine softly, making him laugh and lean in to kiss you. “Morning breath!” He laughs louder, finally pulling away. “Come back when your teeth are brushed!” He waves you off, still smiling and making his way down the hallway. Your brows furrow as your phone buzzes, Trinity’s name lighting up your screen. “Hey, you! You ok?” You ask softly, growing at the sniffle that follows. “Trin?”
“She left before I woke up again,” Trinity mutters weakly through the phone, making you sigh gently.
“Trinity… sweetheart.” You mutter softly, glancing at Robby as he walks back into the room, raising a brow. “It’s gonna be alright. Yolo’s not even working today, alright?” You hear another sniffle, followed by a soft groan.
“I don’t want to come to work.” She whines softly.
“I didn’t hear that!” Robby calls out, making you whack his arm and shoot him a glare.
“Get some breakfast and drink some water, alright? It’s all going to be alright.” You hear a soft sigh of agreement.
“Thank you.” You smile gently.
“I’ll see you at work.”
“Is she ok?” Robby asks, watching you take another sip of coffee and rolling your eyes.
“Garcia left before she woke up again.” Robby rubs his face with a long sigh.
“There’s going to come a point where this is going to be an HR meeting.”
“Trinity deserves a lot better than Yolo, and I’m kind of sick of her being such a dick.” You lean up to kiss him gently, making him hum and grip your hip gently.
“It’s also starting to cause problems during surgery consults and traumas.” You roll your eyes with a groan.
“Don’t even get me started! She is constantly picking on Trinity and Dennis. Then she’ll make comments about Frank, which will grind Trinity’s gears, and she’ll get mad–”
“Then life-saving mistakes are made.” Robby butts in, making you nod.
“You take the words out of my mouth.” He snorts, pulling you in tighter.
“Let's try keeping Trinity and Yolo apart today, yes?” He nods, kissing you until you start giggling and try to squirm from his grip. “You’re going to make us late!”
⟁
You step out of Robby’s car, taking his hand as he comes around before you make your way through the parking garage together. “I really don’t want to be here today.” You mumble, making him squeeze your hand in agreement.
“Do we ever?” You snort softly, feeling the rush of air as the automatic door slides open, the noise of the pitt filling your ears. Trinity’s eyes find you immediately, and you nod towards the stairwell, handing Robby your coffee and following after the young woman.
The silence of the stairwell greets you warmly before being interrupted by a soft noise from Trinity. You pull a sympathetic frown before bringing her into your arms and swaying softly. “I’m so sorry.” You mumbe, hand drifting up to cradle her head.
“She just– she just wants my body! Why– why do I keep doing this?” You pull back to give her a motherly smile.
“Because it’s attention. And people like attention. Even if it hurts afterwards. You’re human, Trinity. It’s all going to be ok.” She sniffles, wiping her nose with her sleeve before hugging you again. “Robby and I will do our best to keep you away from her today, ok?” She nods against your chest.
“You’d be the perfect mother.” She whispers, making you laugh.
“Robby and I do not need any kids. You and Dennis are enough.” A laugh bubbles out of Trinity’s throat, making you smile and pull away from the hug to rub her arms. “Go take a little break and get back on the floor, alright?” She nods, and you watch her make her way to the bathroom before finding Robby at the hub.
“How is she?” You grab your coffee and shrug.
“It’s going to be a rough shift.” He nods slowly, glancing over the screen.
“She’s got the next week off, so she’ll have some time.” You jump as Jack lands a hand on your shoulder.
“Mrs. Robinavitch.” You fake gag, making both men laugh.
“God, I hate when you call me that!” You shove his shoulder, making him grin, Robby rolling his eyes and placing a hand on your lower back. “How bad was last night?” Jack scoffs, making you smile as Robby subtly pulls you closer.
“Wasn’t bad… just odd.” You nod, taking another sip of your coffee, and glancing over the screen again.
“How’s the adopted daughter?” Both you and Robby raise a brow at Jack, making him smile. “Trinity?”
“She’s not our daughter,” Robby grumbles, making you elbow him in the stomach.
“She’s doing fine. She’s having her moments.” You jest gently, making Jack grin. “But she needs someone. I don’t mind being the person she needs. Cut her some slack.” Jack raises his hands in surrender.
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You hum as Robby’s mouth moves against yours, cornered in the storage closet, one of his hands warm against your side. You let out a muffled giggle, making him smile. “You’re ruining the moment.”
“We’re at work!” You giggle louder.
“It’s my ER!” Robby grins, squeezing your side.
“We have patients!” Your laugh gets louder, making Robby tuck his head into your neck, beard brushing against your skin.
“Times up, love birds!” Dana’s voice echoes out, making the two of you snap apart.
“I told him not to!” You say, making Dana laugh.
“I bet you did! Get back on the floor.” You hear a yes, ma’am echo from Robby’s lips as you step back onto the floor. You jump on a trauma rolling through the doors, snapping on a pair of gloves.
⟁
“Can I come for dinner?” Trinity asks gently as she walks up beside you, pulling her locker open.
“Are you inviting yourself to my house?” Trinity smiles slowly, facing you gently.
“I just– Huckleberry’s going up to the farm and I– I don’t want to be alone.” She blurts out, making you pull her into a soft embrace.
“Of course you can come for dinner.” She nods, pulling away from the hug and looking around swiftly. “Did you drive yourself?”
“I walked.”
“Do you know where the car is?” She nods, taking your keys as you move back towards the hub, patting Robby’s shoulder.
“I’ve got to stay–”
“Please come home at a decently regular time.” Robby raises a brow, looking at you over his glasses.
“You’re not going to lecture me?”
“Trinity’s coming over for dinner, and I think she just needs some girl time.” He lets out a soft ah, nodding and leaning down to kiss you.
Trinity x reader where Trinity is so tremendously down bad it’s not even funny and of course reader is completely oblivious and pining from afar. There’s a betting pool on when/ if reader will finally notice and how long it takes for them to get together after. Eventually you can decide which character takes pity a decides to be the ultimate wingman for Trinity
Insulin Strips and Small Gloves 𖹭 Trinity Santos
f! reader
ao3 link
wc: 800+
summary: the entirety of the pitt is fed up watching trinity sheepishly dance around her feelings for you.
tags: fluff, so much fluff, trinity denying her feelings, locked in a closet trope, first kiss, dennis & victoria bestieism, pitt betting pool
a/n: love you all!!!!!
divider cred: me!
“Did you see her today?” Dennis snorts, unlocking the apartment door.
“In the same thing she always wears?”
“She had cute earrings!”
“The same ones from yesterday?”
“Well– yes– but that doesn’t matter! She looked cute today!” Trinity groans, hanging her jacket and tossing her bag aside.
“Are you ever going to do something about it? The betting pool is at–” Trinity whips around to face Dennis, mouth agape.
“There’s a betting pool?”
“Trinity, you’ve been pining over her for months. Everyone knows that.” Trinity slumps in one of the island stools, burying her head in her hands.
“She probably doesn’t want me!” Dennis walks over, gently patting the girl’s back.
“You don’t know that!”
“She barely looks at me!”
𖹭
“Hey, you.” Trinity smiles awkwardly, strolling up to the counter beside you and making your smile.
“Hey, Trinity.” She giggles for a second before snapping her mouth shut and tapping the surface of the counter.
“Whatcha… working on?”
“Bout to go see a fever case in North four, want to join me?”
“Yes– please– absolutely.” She gives you another smile as you grab a tablet, following after you and doing her best not to take a glance at your ass as you walk. Dennis shoots her a knowing grin as they walk past, making her punch his arm.
“Is she going to do anything yet?” Victoria asks Dennis, making him smile.
“One can only hope.”
“It’s getting a little depressing at this point. She has all this confidence, and then her favorite second year strolls in, and she’s mindless.” They both snicker.
“What are you two up to?” Robby asks, making Dennis straighten.
“Our favorite hopeless romantic,” Victoria mutters, making Robby let out a soft ah and glance in Trinity’s direction.
“I’ve got sixty bucks on them. They need to move things along.” Robby shakes his head, scratching his neck and glancing down at his tablet.
“We should lock them in a supply closet.” Victoria blurts, making both heads snap in her direction. She sputters softly, raising her hands in surrender. Dennis and Robby share a glance for a long moment.
“That’s not the worst idea I’ve heard,” Dennis mutters.
“Do it after shift so it’s Jack’s problem. And I didn’t hear a thing.” Robby mimics locking his lips before walking off.
“Do you really think that’s work?” Dennis says gently.
“Nothing else will.” Victoria thinks for a long moment before shrugging her shoulders and nodding.
“I’ve got her, you’ve got Trinity.” He nods, grabbing a tablet and giving Victoria a fist bump.
𖹭
“Hey! Can I get your help?” You spin on your heel, face pinching.
“I just finished charting.” You whine.
“I just need some help finding some… uh– insulin strips in the storage room. I couldn’t find them.” You raise a brow but nod, setting your things at your desk and walking with the girl towards the closet. You step in, frowning at the darkness and gasping as the door shuts and locks behind you.
“Vic! What the hel–”
“What are– what– are you doing in here?” Trinity pokes her head out from behind a rack.
“Dennis couldn’t find small… oh.” You watch her eye widen with realization, making your brows furrow.
“What?”
“I– uh– nothing! It’s nothing! I’ll– I’ll text Huckleberry to get us out.” You nod, glancing around, eyes landing on the test strips.
“Victoria must be blind.” Trinity snickers, hands tucked behind her, fingers fidgeting nervously. “You ok?” You ask gently, taking a step in her direction.
“Fine– fine– amazing! Wonderful, even!”
“You sure? You’re really red.” You reach a hand out to touch her forehead, making her jerk back.
“Iwanttokissyou!” She blurts out, making your hand drop to your side and your brows furrow.
“What?” Trinity babales softly before letting out a long sigh and burying her head in her hands.
“I think– that Dennis and Vic– might– might’ve locked us in a closet to force me to talk to you.”
“Is everything ok?” You ask tenderly, making her groan.
“You’re too nice!”
“What?”
“I want to kiss you and– and– you’re too nice to me, and you’re wonderful and my fav–” She cut off as you grabbed her face, pulling her lips against yours, making her let out a soft, surprised squeak. When you pull back, it takes her a moment to open her eyes, but she’s met with a pleasant smile.
“You had to lock me in a closet? You could’ve just asked.” You tease lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“To be fair, it was not my idea. I did not know this was–” The door opens, Dennis and Victoria sheepishly stumbling in.
“Did it work?” You drop your hands from Trinity’s face.
“Whoever bets on the storage closet and me kissing first wins.”
“Samira is going to be thrilled.” Dennis snorts, making all four of you laugh as you take Trinity’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and smiling at the deep red coating her cheeks.
summary: when jack tricks will onto davy jones' ship, he meets you. the crew's main piece of worldly entertainment.
tags: rape, non-con, underage noncon, sex slave, sexual violence!, angst with a happy ending, first kiss, trauma, nightmares, background jack/elizabeth, no bootstrap bill, canon divergence, blood, treating wounds
a/n: please mind the tags! please! please read the tags!!!!
divider cred: me!
The ship was always more humid than you would have liked. That was the thing you tried to imagine was the worst part of being on the Dutchman. Davy Jones was truly evil, and you’d felt it firsthand. You’d been kidnapped… who knows how many years ago, forced into servitude for the crew.
The first couple of weeks were the worst. Inhuman bodies and hands all over your skin, constantly. You’d often wake with the oddest bruises, cuts, too, from the various sprouts on their bodies, or the sharp teeth growing in their mouths. None of them cared how you felt anyway, and you often closed your eyes and focused on the way the ship swayed in the mess of the sea that surrounded it.
Your dress was extremely tattered, now a dirty, ugly, blue, and the lace was browned with time. Your skin was grimy, nails broken, and cuticles full of dirt. Rope burns stained your palms after helping on the ship each morning, moving slowly with aching legs from whichever crew member had gotten to you first.
Davy Jones never touched you, only tossing you around to the crew to give them an earthly satisfaction they were now lacking. You’d grown numb, sick of the smell of rotting wood and dead fish, desperate for land.
You hated watching them plunder and destroy other ships, watching the crew kill off the remaining survivors. But this night had been different. The words Jack Sparrow had said by one of the men made Davy Jones pause and question the man harshly. You shut your eyes as every man, but him, was killed, shoulders tensed with discomfort. Davy commanded the crew to get going as they tossed the bodies off the edge of the deck, the man watching helplessly as the crew swirled around them. You stand, frozen in shock, the smallest spark of hope surging through you for the first time in years.
His brow eyes meet yours, head tilting in confusion. You move forward to gently untie his hands. “Who are you?”
“Do people still talk about the uh– kidnapped princess from the coast of Spain from the royal wedding?” You say softly, sparing him a gentle glance.
“What?”
“That’s me– it doesn’t matter…” You clear your throat and help him stand. “What’s your name?”
“Will Turner– why are you on the Dutchman?”
“The worst reason you can conjure.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, and his eyes flicker with recognition and pity. “Why are you here?”
“Let’s just say that I hate making deals with pirates.” You slowly nod. Your name rings out from Davy Jones’s lips, making you stiffen and turn to face the man.
“You’re needed below deck.” He smirks, making you sigh and slowly nod. Will watches as you descend the stairs, moving to complete the task he’s given, blocking the ideas of what was going on beneath his feet from his mind.
ଳ
He stumbles below deck after his whipping, finding you curled up in a damp corner, dress loosely hanging on your shoulders. You can’t make yourself meet his eyes as he sits beside you with a soft groan. “Whipping?” He slowly nods.
“You’ve seen a lot of them?” You sniffle and nod, ignoring the searing pain from the bite on your shoulder, the blood flowing and mixing with the water dripping on your skin.
“I’ve had to do a few.” You whisper, noticing the way he watches the blood flow from your shoulder.
“Is that what they have you here for?” You nod, curling tighter into yourself. “If you– if you can help me find something, I will try my best to get you off this ship with me.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.
“I can’t believe you.” You sniffle, looking up at him as a fresh wave of tears falls from your eyes. He reaches out to cup your cheek and wipe the tears with his thumb.
“I don’t blame you. But I’ll try.”
“I’ll believe you when it happens.” He nods, slowly pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket and unraveling it. He gently holds the drawing out to you.
“Do you know where this is?” You wipe your eyes and nod.
“Around Davy’s neck. A death wish to try and get it.” He nods slowly, glancing away from you, clearly calculating a plan in his mind.
“I need you to get the long boat in the water once the crew is asleep.” Your eyes widen, and a sob tears from your lips, making his eyes snap back to yours.
“They’ll kill me.” You whimper weakly, making him slowly pull you against his chest, ignoring your injuries.
“I won’t let them.” You clutch the front of his shirt, the wet fabric cool to the touch as sobs wrack through your body. It felt like the first time you’d cried in months. The first time you’d felt real human compassion since you’d been taken from your home. He soothes you softly, kissing the top of your head and gently rubbing your back.
“Do you promise?” His eyes flicker for a moment, and you knew he didn’t want to make a promise he couldn’t keep but wanted to reassure you anyway.
“I’ll get you off this ship.” You sniffle and pull away from his hold with a nod. “Can you get the longboat ready?”
“The crew should be asleep in the next hour.” He nods, kissing your forehead and slowly standing. “Where will we go?”
“We’ll figure it out.” You watch him fondly, feeling the first whims of hope clutch the beating of your heart.
ଳ
The ocean greeted you with open arms. The stars lit the sky as the Dutchman slowly faded on the horizon. Your arms hugged your body as you shivered, the night breeze nipping at your skin. Will did not comment as you began to sob, burying your head in your hands with exhaustion.
“How long were you on that ship?” He whispers as the sobs slowly turn to hiccups, and you wipe your cheeks. Watching the pain physically cascade through his body was eating away at him, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms and cradle you, soothing you softly.
“I don’t know.”
“That dress barely fits your height anymore… it’s must’ve been a while.”
“It felt like eternity.” He nods slowly, moving his foot forward to gently tuck it around your ankle in silent reassurance as he paddles through the water. “What does the key even open?”
“That’s a question for Jack Sparrow.”
“He’s the man you mentioned when you got to the ship.” He nods softly.
“He’s the captain of the black pearl. My… acquaintance.” You let out the smallest of giggles at the tone, making him smile.
“Are we trying to find him?”
“Unfortunately.”
ଳ
The islands came slowly as the sun crept over the horizon. You could see three others standing in the sand as Will gently helps you out of the boat. “You brought company?” Jack asks, making the other two turn in your direction. You shrink behind Will, tightly clutching his hand.
“She was a hostage to Davy Jones,” Will explains, making Jack slowly nod.
“What kind of hostage?” Jack asks with a sultry tone, and you tighten your grip on Will’s hand, fear ripping through your body. His body moves before you can process what’s happening, and you look up to see Will’s sword against the pirate's throat.
“Don’t even try. We need to get that chest and her back to the ship.”
“Will?” Everyone turns to you, watching as you point out to sea, Davy Jones’s ship moving beneath the waves. The movement speeds up as the woman grabs the chest, the taller man drops the shovels, and everyone makes towards the long boat. Will gently pulls you against him, a protective arm around your waist as the boat slowly moves towards the ship. Your head drops to his shoulder, exhaustion settling deep beneath your bones.
ଳ
Will takes you into the captain’s quarters, letting you lie down in a real bed. “Can I take your dress off?”
“Why?” You bite, moving to press yourself against the headboard, posture rigid with fear. He slowly sits, holding his hands up in surrender.
“I want to dress your wounds.”
“What?” He smiles lightly.
“I want to clean and dress your wounds. Nothing more, I promise.” You send him a defensive glare, the only noise being the creak of the old wood.
“Can I do the ones on your back afterwards?” He nods, slowly standing to gather a few things.
“Elizabeth also had an old dress, she said, it'll fit you much better. It’s also decently clean.”
“Promise you won’t do anything if I take my dress off?” He nods, sitting back beside you.
“I promise.” You watch him for a long moment, trained distrust swirling through your gaze.
“I’ll make sure the whipping wounds will get infected.” He smiles, holding out his hand.
“Deal.” Your eyes narrow for a moment before you gently shake his head and move to turn away from him. He’s met with the laces of your dress, mangled with time and the aggression that your body had faced. The lust you’d been subjected to had made multiple holes in the fabric, and the ties fell loosely on top of it all. He reaches out slowly, feeling you tense as he starts to undo them. “We have a monkey on the ship. A parrot, too.” He offers gently, trying to distract you.
“Do you really?” You whisper tightly, feeling his hands slip the fabric from your shoulders, exposing your back to him. The skin was littered with scars and cuts, some old, some new, some with dried blood around them. You gasp as a wet cloth meets your back, and Will stops, closely watching your reactions before continuing.
“The monkey’s name is Jack, which is ironic, seeing how much Jack Sparrow hates him… and no one knows the parrot’s name. It’s just Cotton’s parrot.” You stay silent, picking at a loose thread of the bedding beneath you.
“Why did you save me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Pirates don’t have much humanity.”
“Can I be the one to change that?” He’s met with comfortable silence.
“Does the parrot talk?” Will laughs softly.
ଳ
By the time Will strips off his shirt and lies on his stomach, your whole body had been gently cleaned by him, and he’d help you redress in Elizabeth’s old dress, a soft green with fewer ruffles. You grab the rag, slowly cleaning the cuts on his back. He watches you, head resting on his arms tucked beneath his head. “Do you think you’ll ever talk about what happened to you on that ship?” He asks softly, making you pause.
“I think I’d vomit if I tried.” You answer.
“When was the last time you stepped on land before today?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you think people still look for you?” Your eyes meet his for a moment before you shake your head.
“They probably believe I’m long gone.”
“Were you taken from land or sea?” He utters with a furrowed brow.
“The land. From a royal wedding.”
“Then you’ve been on that ship for almost seven years.” Your hand pauses.
“How do you know?”
“That’s the last time we know of Davy Jones being on land. He’s cursed to ten years at sea and one day on land… how old were you?” Your eyes fill with tears, choking out a sob.
“Seventeen.” You whisper, making his eyes widen as he sits up and pulls you into his embrace. “Do you know what month it is?” He whispers it gently, making you frown and tuck your head beneath his chin.
“I must’ve just turned twenty-four.” You whisper, making his hand drift up to cradle your head and kiss the crown of it.
“Happy birthday.”
“Being freed from Davy Jones might be one of the better… presents I’ve gotten.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes.
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You stood at the front of the ship, letting the breeze catch the fabric of your dress as the sunset over the horizon. Davy Jones was dead, Jack and Elizabeth taking his place. Barbossa– whom you weren’t fond of– had taken the captain's offering of the black pearl as you sailed back to Port Royal. You tense as arms curl around your waist and a chin tucks itself over your shoulder. “Just me.” Will soothes, making you nod slowly and relax. “Ready for solid ground?”
“How far out are we?” You whisper.
“One more day at sea. We should arrive tomorrow night.” You nod, tracing the soft skin of his arms.
“I’m worried I won’t be able to sleep.” His brows furrow, squeezing you softly to continue. “The waves help me sleep.”
“I would tell you if it goes away, but I’ve never spent seven years at sea.”
“What will you do in Port Royal?”
“Buy the blacksmith’s shop. Make more swords.”
“Will you miss all this?” He nods.
“But… I think I need solid ground. I need a home.”
“The sea is a home.”
“But not the right one for me.” He whispers against your ear.
“I’m excited to have more than one outfit.” He laughs softly, holding you closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.
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You stand, frozen as you face the dock. The rest of the crew had walked ahead, Will included, turning to notice the way you hadn’t left. “Are you alright?”
“What if I’m cursed, too?” You whisper, making his expression soften as he walks back to you.
“You’re not. You’re safe now.” You take his hand as he walks just in front of you, pausing when you do to finally step onto the dock. You freeze, looking at your feet on solid ground before letting out a loud sob and finding yourself enveloped in his arms. He held you, ignoring the passing stares and pulling you in closer.
“I’m– I’m– I’m on land–” You cry, making him smile softly.
“Let’s get you a place to rest.” You nod, taking his hand and following him into the bustling town. Not many eyes are drawn to you as Will pulls you towards the blacksmith, stepping into the space. You glance around the space, eyes looking at the donkey and smiling.
“What’s its name?”
“That’s Roise.” You let go of his hand, stepping up to the animal and gently petting her nose.
“Where are we?”
“My new blacksmith shop.” Your head tilts as you look up at him, brows furrowed. “I was a blacksmith before I met Jack. Gathered enough gold to buy it off, my old boss.
“What do you make?”
“A lot of the swords for the royal army.” He grabs one, looking over it before offering it to you, but you shake your head. “There’s a space upstairs that we’ll live in.”
“We?” He sets the sword down, giving you a gentle smile and walking up to you, squeezing your hands.
“I’m not going to save you from almost a decade at sea and leave you as soon as we port.”
“I have awful nightmares.” You blurt.
“Who doesn’t?”
“I barely remember how to be a person.”
“Then I’ll help you remember.”
“I can’t satisfy you.”
“How do you know?”
“I’m– I’m run through…” Will cups your cheek with a light smile, kissing your forehead.
“Why do you think that’s all it takes?” Your brows furrow, pulling back slightly to look up at him.
“I’m a better man than those– those fish-fucks.” The silly reference makes you giggle loudly, making his smile broaden. “That’s not what I’m trying to get out of this or out of you. I’m not blind to the healing you have ahead of you.” You nod slowly, throwing your arms around his shoulder and hugging him tightly. He eagerly returns it, rubbing your back.
“You really mean it?” He pulls back to look at you and nods.
“However long you'll want and need it.” You nod, pulling your eyes from him. Rosie makes a silly noise, making you giggle, your eyes drawn to the way your lips stretch into a smile. “I need to head to the market and get us some food and such, alright? Why don’t you go upstairs and get some rest?” You nod, hugging him gently again before heading to the staircase.
You step into the living space, which is cramped but incredibly homey. You look over the boots by the door; the cloaks hug up; the space feels incredibly Will. You wander into the space after you kick off your shoes, push into the bedroom, and find the bed. The sheets were tousled and unmade, but it greets you warmly, and the smell of Will surrounds you as you pull the heavy blanket over you.
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When Will returns, he quietly makes his way up the creaking wooden stairs, setting the food he got on the small table before turning to his room and pushing the door open. A soft snore slipped from your lips, your body curled tightly in the blankets, the rays of the evening sun highlighting different parts of your form. He moves, slowly sitting beside you and watching as you stir at his presence.
The moment of peace is broken as a shirek leaves your lips and you bolt up, pressing yourself against the headboard as tears helplessly spill over your waterlines. Will moves back, holding his hands up in surrender and closely watching as your mind clears of sleep. “Just me.” He soothes, making you nod and gulp down a few breaths. When you finally calm down, he pulls you into his arms, rocking you gently as you let his musk surround you, comforting your clouded mind.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffle, making him shake his head.
“Don’t be. I should’ve–” You clutch closer, cutting him off and shaking your head.
“Nightmares.” A kiss finds its way to the crown of your head as you take a deep breath, fingers unlenching from the fabric. “Can I bathe?” He smiles and nods.
“Let me get the water for you. Keep resting.” You nod, pulling away and lying back down, watching the way he stands, shooting you a smile over his shoulder.
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You gently twirl a few bubbles between your fingers, the soap slowly scrubbing the grim from your skin. The water had gone cold, and your fingers had pruned, but you couldn’t care. The freshness felt like a rebirth; the clean clothes awaiting you made you feel even better. You jump at a soft knock before claiming at the sound of Will’s voice. “You ok?”
“Fine! Sorry!”
“Don’t apologize! Take your time.” You sink further into the water, taking a deep breath before softly reaching between your legs. The skin was unbearably sore, still healing from the trauma it had faced. You gasp as you press too hard against a small tear, the sound followed by a whimper as you pull your hand away.
When you step out of the bathroom, wiping your eyes with a sniffle, Will quickly shoots up to meet you halfway. “What’s going on?”
“I– I just— it just–” He nods, grabbing your hands and patiently awaiting your words.
“Talk to me…”
“It– hurts.” He frowns.
“What does?”
“Everything?” His brows furrow in thought for a long moment before it dawns on him, and he pulls you into his arms.
“We can take you to a physician soon, alright? Get you checked over?” You watch his eyes as they dart across your face.
“Will you stay with me if we do?” He nods, cupping your head and kissing the top of your head.
“The whole time.”
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The first time Will had kissed you, it had been a late night in the blacksmith shop. The governor had ordered over twenty swords, and Will had barely stopped working. You’d come back from a quick stop at the market (one of the first things you were starting to do by yourself), some food cradled in your arms. You set it down, hiding something behind your back and approaching Will. “Hey, you.” You whisper, making him smile and face you.
“How was the market?” He hums, gently kissing your temple.
“Slow. I got you something.” He raises a brow.
“Did you?” You nod, nervously biting your lip as you bring the small bouquet out from behind your back. His grin widens, pulling you in closer. “They’re beautiful…”
“You really think so?” Your eyes light up, making him lift a hand to cup your cheek.
“A lot like you.” You scoff gently, rolling your eyes with a shy smile. “I mean it.” He smiles, bringing your eyes back to his.
“That’s too kind.” He shakes his eyes, and you catch the moment his eyes drift to your lips, making you tense in his hold.
“No?” He whispers, making your face pinch in thought. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back before nodding.
“Please.” He smiles, gently pulling your face forward to kiss you. You pull back after a brief moment, blinking quickly and catching your breath.
“You ok?” He whispers, cradling the side of your head as you nod.
“I think so.” You give a gentle, prideful smile, making him pull you in tighter.
“The flowers are lovely.” You sneak a kiss to his cheek, making his shoulder shake with silent laughter.
summary: jack meets the sheriff of a small town to a visit west of the mississippi
tags: fluff, bittersweet ending, jack being jack, background will/elizabeth, cowgirl/pirate, allusions to sex
a/n: love you all!!!!
divider cred: me!
The west side of the Mississippi River was more humid than Jack had anticipated, the nearest town to the port further than he would’ve liked. “Why are we here, Jack?” Will had asked as they approached the small desert town.
“Adventure, mate.” Will rolls his eyes, scoffing as they enter the town.
“This is nothing like Port Royal,” Elizabeth exclaims softly, tucked against Will’s side. Jack scans the wooden storefront, reading the sign and watching as the townsfolk avert their eyes from the three strangers in their town.
“What do we have here?” Your voice echoes, hand firmly nestled on your pistol, hand brim low over your eyes. All three strangers turn your way, and your head tilts, eyes narrowing. Jack scans your form, not bothering to hide the fact that he clearly likes what he sees.
“Who might you be, lassie?”
“I asked you first.”
“So?”
“This is my town. Who are you?”
“Names Jack Sparrow.” He gives you a glittering grin, making you give him an odd glance.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” The couple behind Jack snorts softly at your word, making Jack’s facade crumble softly.
“I’m Captain Jack Sparrow?”
“What is that supposed to mean to me?”
“We’re pirates.” The shorter man says, making Jack give you a tight-lipped smile. Your fingers flex around your pistol.
“Pirates. In my town? Are you here to rob my people? Take our things?”
“Aye, lass, you think so lowly of us.”
“You’re pirates.”
“We’re looking for a place to settle for a few days.” The woman speaks.
“What are your names?”
“Will and Elizabeth Turner,” Will speaks, making you nod.
“All three of you. Follow me.” You turn on your heel, spurs clinking with each step. They glance at each other before following your command as you walk towards the sheriff’s station. “I want all of your weapons on my desk.”
“Now that’s just not fair–”
“Weapons or spending your days in my jail cell.” You raise a brow, gesturing to the wooden desk beside you. Elizabeth starts, untucking a gun from the waist of her skirts and pulling her sword from her hip. Will mirror her actions, making Jack roll his eyes. He sputters out a disagreement as you push him into his cell, ripping the pistol from his hip and his sword from the other. You look at the bars, tossing his things on the desk before turning back to Will and Elizabeth. “Mr and Mrs Turner, welcome. Feel free to roam around.” They both smile, giving Jack a sparing glance.
“You are… something else, Ms Sheriff.”
“You’re a terrible listener, Mr Sparrow.”
“Captain.”
“I don’t see your ship. Therefore, there’s nothing to be captain of.” He opens his mouth to retort, but swiftly shuts it with a nod of acknowledgment. He watches as you sit, kicking your feet up on the desk and gently pulling Will’s sword from the sheath. “This… is gorgeous.”
“Kid’s a blacksmith.”
“He made this?” Jack nods, watching you through the bars.
“You are something else, lass.”
“Flattery is not getting you out of that cell.”
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You peruse the town at sunset, a slow trot of your horse as the townsfolk give you respective nods. You catch Will and Elizabeth at the saloon, hopping off your horse and making your way inside. “I hope you two know you don’t need to worry about getting him out. Just planning on messing with him.” They both snort.
“The silence is nicer than you’d think.”
“I’ll talk to the innkeeper to have her give you two a room. Give you some privacy.” Will presses a kiss to Elizabeth’s shoulder and makes you smile. “Enjoy your night.” Elizabeth reaches out to gratefully squeeze your hand.
“What is this? It’s much better than rum.” She comments, making you smile proudly and take a glass from the bartender.
“Whiskey.” You shoot her a wink, throwing the drink back in one go before leaving the saloon and mounting your horse again. You finish the lap around town, tying your horse in her stable for the night before moving back into the station. “Bored yet?” Jack grins.
“Far from it.” Jack gave you a charming grin. He watches as you open a drawer of your desk, grab a bottle, and pass it through the bars. “You spoil me.” He grins, popping off the cork and taking a long sip. “This is good.”
“Whiskey. We make some of the best around here.”
“I am definitely leaving with some of that on my ship.”
“If you swindle my whiskey maker, I’ll shoot you dead before you ever see the ship again.” Jack raises a brow, taking another sip.
“Why are you acting so protective?”
“Are you protective of your ship? Your crew?”
“All but Will.” You raise a brow.
“That’s how I feel about my whiskey maker. She works hard and deserves fair pay for her work.” You watch Jack take an impressive few chugs.
“How’d you become sheriff?”
“I killed the last one.” Jack’s eyes widen before her grin.
“That so?”
“He was an unjust piece of shit.”
“That’s not very ladylike.”
“Neither is the hole that I’ll put through your skull if you keep talking like that.” You reach to grab and scan over Elizabeth’s sword. “Do you guys actually fight with these?” He nods proudly.
“Will– don’t tell him I said this– has the best form. Could gut you real quick.”
“A bullet is faster than a sword.” Jack shrugs. “Not to mention you haven’t even seen me lasso.”
“That’s a show I’d like to see.” Jack’s heart kicks as a small smile breaks across your face.
“Maybe you’ll get one.” You stand, grabbing all the weapons and tucking them into the locked drawer in your desk. “If you don’t do anything stupid overnight.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Whiskey’s stronger than rum. I gave it to you for a reason.” His brows furrow before he barks out a laugh.
“You’re something else, sheriff.” You tip your hat.
“As are you, Captain.”
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Morning comes slowly, the sun filtering through the barred window as Jack stirs with a groan, the headache thrumming at the base of his skull. He shifts, glancing around himself and remembering the cell he was in. Your voice had echoed through his mind all night, Captain consistently repeating through his dream, your voice taunting his ears. He glances down, ignoring the tent the dreams had left him with in his pants, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Wanna learn how to lasso?” Your voice echoes, making him look up and send you a smile.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Scared of horses?” He shakes his head, and you nod, unlocking the cell. He follows you into the bright morning light silently, shamelessly watching the way your hips move and grinning at the way your jeans frame your legs. You pull open a gate into a ring, closing it behind him. The appaloosa stood tall with a soft whinny, her large eyes moving to Jack. “This is Wendy.”
“Wendy? That’s the best you’ve got?” You shoot him a glare.
“I will put you back in that cell.” He raises his hands in surrender, shaking his head with a smile. You hand him a few carrots. “Give these to her, it’s the easiest way for her to like you.” He holds his palm out, and Wendy cautiously sniffs his hand before happily eating the carrot.
“See? I’m good with all kinds of women.” You roll your eyes, gently adjusting the saddle before placing your boot in the stirrup and swinging your leg up and over the horse. Jack watches, moving to lean against the fence, scanning your body as you gently walk Wendy around the ring, petting the side of her neck.
He watches you intently, ignoring the way his pants tighten even further as you gently speed up, body bouncing on top of the horse, thighs clenched around the animal for balance. You draw your rope from your hip, let go of the reins, and swirl it above your head. He’s snapped from his oogling as the rope lands around him, tightening around his arm and being yanked towards the horse as you pull her to a stop. You raise a brow, looking down at him. “So?”
“So why am I not good with you?” He blurts, making you raise a brow.
“Maybe because you're just a bumbling pirate passing through.” He scoffs in offense, untangling himself from your rope.
“Bumbling isn’t the word I’d use.” He scoffs, watching carefully as you dismount the horse.
“Then if you’re so good, get your ass on my horse and lasso me.” You hold the rope out, making a brow raise, but he takes it. “And don’t hurt my horse.”
“I’d never hurt sweet Wendy.” He smiles, getting up on the horse and fumbling with the reins for a moment, and awkwardly holding the rope along with them. You watch from beneath the brim of your hat with a brow raised as he gets Wendy going around the ring, her hooves kicking up dust. You snicker beneath your brim, watching Jack awkwardly fumble with the rope.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” You snicker.
“Of course I–” Wendy’s bucks, making Jack tumble off the animal's back, hitting the dust with a sound of surprise. You walk over with a knowing smile, looking down at him.
“You ok?” He lets out a sound comparable to a whimper, and you squat down to cut his cheek. “That’s going to hurt for another two days. Can I feel your ribs?” He raises a brow.
“Why on earth would you need to do that?” He wheezes.
“Need to make sure you didn’t break any.” You watch him think for a long moment before nodding. Your hand gently presses against each bone, making him grunt uncomfortably. “I think you’re ok.”
“Does this mean another two days in your company?” He teases, slowly sitting up and making you roll your eyes.
“If you so decide.” You help him up before moving to check on Wendy.
“I’m worried that if I stay around you anymore, I won’t be able to leave.” He mutters.
“I find that hard to believe. Pirates long for the sea like nothing else.” You snort.
“Then we can call it a fleeting affair, yes?” He hums, hand landing on your hip. You look at him over your shoulder, his face a breath away. “A little fun?” You roll your eyes and smile.
“A little fun doesn’t sound too bad.” He grins, spinning you sound to face him and pulling your hips against him fully.
“So the sheriff falls for the forsaken pirate.” He teases, making you roll your eyes again.
“Don’t push it.” You mutter, lifting your hands to cup his cheeks and pull him into a deep kiss. He hums happily, hands trailing your sides, moving to press your body against the metal fence. Your fingers tangle in your hair as you let out a soft grunt, hips rolling just slightly.
“Now, now don’t start something you can’t finish.” He breathes against your lips, making you give him a cocky grin.
“You don’t think I can finish this? I’m not some prissy Brit in one of the ports, Jack. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then I’d be a fool not to ask you to prove it.”
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The morning sunlight filters through your sheer curtains as a rooster caws out somewhere in the distance, making you shift with a soft groan. Your body ached from riding Jack into the mattress the night before (the position being the easiest with the ache that lingered in Jack’s ribs, but what you had been doing to him made him forget the pain), but as you moved to look at him, you smiled. “Captain…” You murmur teasingly.
“If you call me that again, you’re going to have to deal with me again this morning,” Jack grumbles, making you laugh.
“What? Too tired to go another round? That’s your excuse?” You giggle as he grabs you and moves over top of you. “Watch your ribs!” He smiles at your concern, leaning down to kiss you.
“Don’t tell me I’m too tired.” He grumbles, rolling off of you as you continue to laugh. “But I can agree that you most definitely know what you’re doing.” The coldness of his metal rings makes you shiver as his hand finds your hips. You look over, watching him for a long moment with a gentle smile.
“You’ve got to pack up the ship today, hm? Get ready to get back out there.” Jack smiles lightly, leaning to give you another kiss.
“I’ll come back. Swear it.”
“Can’t imagine you’ve got much trade ‘round here.”
“I’ll make trade. With you. Find a reason to see you.”
“You don’t need a reason to come see me. Just come see me.”
“The other reason will be for the whiskey.” You snicker, nose brushing his bare shoulder.
“You’ve got to go find Will and Elizabeth. I let them stay at the inn.” His hand drifts to cup your cheek, kissing your forehead.
“You’re so eager to get rid of me.”
It’ll make this all hurt less. Your heart cries pathetically in your chest as you give him a soft smile. “Just don’t want to… uh– mess anything up.” He raises a brow, tracing the apple of your cheek.
“I know what I’m doing. We’ve got a few more hours to spare.”
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You gently push into the inn, Jack on your heels as you gently greet Shirley. “Hey, you!” The older woman smiles, coming around the counter to hug you tightly.
“How’s my lovely innkeeper this fine morning?” You smile.
“Just wonderful. What can I do for ya, sheriff?”
“You know that lovely pirate couple I had you take in? Have you seen them this morning?”
“Oh, those two stumbled in really drunk last night,” you ignore Jack’s snicker behind you.
“Have they come out yet?” The woman shakes her head, making you nod. “What room?”
“Sixteen.” You smile and nod, squeezing her hand before quietly moving through the inn. You face the door and knock, smiling at the groans behind the door and Jack’s arms moving around your waist.
“Wakey! Wakey! I need you two on the ship! We need to get ready to go!” Jack calls out, burying his face against your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm.
“We’ll be out soon!” Elizabeth calls out, followed by another groan of discomfort.
“If you’re not there by sundown, we’re following the code!” Jack calls out before taking your hand and dragging you back out of the inn. “I want something to remember you by.”
“What do you mean?” He gestures to the various charms littering his clothing and hair.
“Something like this.” He watches you think for a long moment, brows pinched in deep thought, before your eyes light up and you grab his hand. You tug him into a small fabric shop, kindly greeting the owner before strolling over to a small basket of colorful beads. Jack watches closely as you dig through them before pulling one out and offering it to him. He takes it gently, smiling at the small wooden horse bead.
“Is that good enough?” He smiles, tugging you in for a gentle kiss.
“Perfect.”
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You stand on the dock, watching as Jack commands the crew before making his way to you. “Promise you'll come back?” You say softly, reaching up to touch the bead now threaded in his hair.
“Where else am I going to get whiskey?” He grins, tugging you against him. You lean up to kiss him gently, making him hum happily.
“Just don’t end up in my prison again, alright?” He grins, squeezing your sides and making you squirm.
summary: thorin meets a human princess at the erebor ball
tags: everyone lives, fluff, first meetings, first kisses, dwarven customs, sexism, allusions to sex, soft thorin, metioned kili/tauriel, made up human kingdoms
a/n: love you all!!! this is so long lol so I hope you like it!!!
divider cred: me!
It started with a mere visit to Erebor. The gates had been opened after the kingdom had been rebuilt, and as a royal, your family had been cordially invited to the festivities within the mines. Your parents had drifted into the royal chaos, your older brother moving to woo the visiting princesses from the realm. You’d found yourself sitting atop one of the vast ledges, overlooking the party with a soft smile. “Our festivities bore you.” The deep voice rings out behind you, making you gasp and turn, and you are met with the new dwarven king. You quickly scramble to stand and curtsy.
“King Thorin.”
“You are not at the party.” He raises a brow, making you sputter out a soft string of words.
“I can assure you it is not boring me.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Why are you?” You blurt, making his eyes widen as he looks up at you before a gentle smile breaks across his face.
“I cannot deny the irony you speak of. Parties are not… my thing.”
“Mine neither.” You smile down at him.
“What kingdom do you come from?”
“Princess of Pithia.” He nods, giving you a kind bow.
“Your company is most welcome.”
“Even from up here?” You smile lightly, making him nod.
“If you do not mind company.” You shake your head and sit back down. He moves to sit beside you, watching the glittering party below. “Your brother likes the company.” You snort, rolling your eyes.
“He will take the throne long before I even see the chance.”
“You men are odd like that. Dwarven queens are very common.”
“My father is traditional like that.” Silence stretches for a long moment before he glances up at you.
“Do you wish for the throne?” You give a tight smile and nod.
“Not for the reasons of my brother, he wants the lavishness… the power.” He watches you closely, blue eyes trained on your mouth as you speak.
“And what do you wish for?”
“To help my people. As any queen should.”
“It’s a noble goal.”
“One that will probably be met years after my passing.”
“How old are you?” You raise a brow and look over at him, making him sputter and give a sheepish smile, “My apologies, m’lady. I forgot that’s not a kind question.” You wave it off with a soft laugh, his ears perking up at the noise.
“I do not mind, for I am twenty-three.” He nods softly, looking back to the party. He smiles as he sees Kíli happily dancing with Tauriel. “My father is hoping to marry me off. Send me to a kingdom I do not know to get me off his hands.”
“Does your mother agree?”
“She does not. But my father does not take kindly to being disagreed with.”
“Would you care for a dance?” Your head snaps to face the dwarf.
“Pardon?”
“A dance, m’lady.” He stands, holding his hand out with a charming smile. You gently take the hand, larger than your own, and stand.
“If you don’t mind me kicking off these shoes, for I cannot dance in heels.” He snorts softly, gesturing for you to do so. You discard the shoes, feet hidden beneath the hem of your dress, before resting your other hand on his shoulder. His hand rests gently on your hip as he looks up at you, starting to sway to the soft music filling the mines.
“You deserve the throne.” He says softly, pulling you in after a spin. The move was a bit awkward because of the height difference, but you both made it work.
“You have spoken to me once.”
“Once enough to understand that truth.”
“You speak so highly of me.” He grins, softly shaking his head.
“Your beauty aids in my compliments.” Your jaw drops softly at the line as heat creeps across your cheeks.
“Your words are too kind.”
“My words are true.”
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“My dearest.” Your father steps into the room you were staying in as you slowly get ready.
“Yes, father?”
“You have been asked for breakfast!” Your brows furrow as you turn to face the man.
“By who?” His grin widens proudly.
“King Thorin. Looks like we’ve finally found you a worthy husband.” The words twist uncomfortably in your gut as you give a fake smile.
“I will be ready soon and then will find him.” He nods, pulling you into a soft side hug and proudly patting your shoulder.
You spend your time perusing the long hallways of the mine, dwarves passing you by without a glance as your father’s words repeat in your head, a horrible echo chamber of expectation. “If you’re looking for breakfast, you’ve passed it.” You shake your head and turn to the voice, finding Fíli giving you a kind smile.
“Have I?” He nods, pointing you in the direction of two large doors.
“Thorin is waiting for you.” You nod slowly, fully turning on your heel and slowly stepping into the great hall with a soft gasp.
“Good morning.” Thorin’s voice makes your eyes drift from the heavy curtains, and you send him a kind smile.
“Sorry, I am late, got a little lost.” He nods, pulling out a chair for you to sit.
“It happens. The kingdom is not small.” He watches you closely as he sits, watching your eyes scan over the food. “Are you alright?” Your eyes drift up to him.
“I’m sorry?”
“Are you alright?” You give a tight-lipped smile and nod, reaching to plate your food gently. He raises a brow but matches your actions. “Have I read this wrong?”
“It has nothing to do with you, Thorin.” You say softly.
“Would you like to talk about it?” You pause, fork halfway to your mouth.
“What?”
“Whatever troubles you.” He clears his throat, softly shifting in his seat.
“I doubt you would like to hear it.”
“I would not ask if I did not want to hear it.” You consider his words for a long moment before setting your fork down and sighing, shoulders slouching.
“My father saw the request for breakfast before I did. He believes I’m here because I’ve finally found a worthy husband’. He sounded so proud.”
“You are aware I have not asked you to breakfast for proposal.” You slowly nod, rubbing your face.
“He’s never sounded so proud. And pride comes from a man! Not anything I’ve done!” Thorin slowly nods, brows furrowed in frustration.
“You do not need to continue this–”
“That’s not what I said!” You snap, shrinking back in your seat and muttering a soft apology. His gaze softened sympathetically. “I just– I want this to be on my terms. Not royal ones, not his… mine.”
“Then let it be yours.” You glance at the dwarf.
“I apologize for yelling over such a fine breakfast.” A smile breaks across his face as he blushes and looks down at his food.
“It’s the most entertaining breakfast I’ve had in a while.” You watch him for a long moment before loudly laughing. He laughs along with you, watching you affectionately as the sound swirls in his ears.
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“You have taken a liking to my daughter.” Your father approaches Thorin’s throne with a proud smile, making Thorin’s eyes narrow.
“Yes, I have.”
“She needs a man. A firecracker she’s always been. Needs someone to tame her. Lock her down, if you know what I mean.”
“Can’t say I do.” Thorin huffs. “Dwarven couples are quite equal.” Your father gapes softly. “And if you are done diminishing your daughter, you may go.”
“I will speak of my daughter however I may like.”
“Then you may leave my kingdom. She can stay; you may not.”
“You have no right to my daughter.”
“That’s up to her.”
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Thorin finds you in the gardens a few evenings later, watching the way your fingers gently twiddle with the petals. “I’ve never seen these flowers.” He smiles, moving to stand beside you and look up at you. He could not deny the way your height did something to him. It added to your beauty and was a physical representation of the hold you’d taken over his heart.
“Most of them are native to Erebor.” You nod slowly.
“I heard you talked to my father.” He scowls, shoulders tightening defensively. “You stood up for me.”
“I could not listen to him deny your sorrows and diminish your strength.” You nod softly, turning to face him.
“Do not move.” Your hands move to grab a small section of hair on his head, and you quickly twist it into a braid, tying it off with a small strap of leather. He watches closely, a deep blush coating his cheeks as you gently pluck the flowers and tuck them into the braid. “Done.” He stares up at you, mouth agape.
“You braided my hair.” He breathes out slowly, making a small bit of panic flush through your veins.
“Did I do something wrong?” He smiles, taking one of your hands.
“That is up to you. Braiding is a very important ritual among dwarves, often a courting gesture.” Your eyes widen, your hand tightening around his as you softly sputter out.
“I didn’t know–”
“It’s quite all right. I’ll consider it repayment for standing up to your father.” Your expression softens into a gentle smile as you nod.
“Deal.” He gently tugs on your hand, starting to lead you through the garden and softly telling you about each flower.
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“She braided your hair?” Fíli’s head shoots up at Kíli’s words, eyeing the way Thorin blushes.
“She did not understand the customs,” Thorin mutters, rolling his eyes at the way Fíli and Kíli snicker at his red cheeks.
“And she put moonflowers in it!” Kíli grins.
“Did you tell her she proposed?” Fíli teases, making Thorin groan.
“I’ve known her for a mere week! I told her about how braiding is an act of courtship. Not the fact that adding flowers is a proposal.”
“If you keep that in all the dwarves–”
“I know what they will assume! I will take it out in the morning.” Kíli raises a knowing brow.
“Not tonight?” Fíli mutters.
“I guess I finally understand the appeal of a taller woman. Thorin mutters, making the brothers cheer and pat his shoulders.
“Your father would be pissed knowing each of us has a non-dwarven, taller than us woman.” Kíli laughs, making Thorin roll his eyes with a smile.
“Sigrid isn’t that much taller than me,” Fíli mutters, smiling at the thought of the girl.
“Tauriel’s height just adds to the appeal.” Kíli grins, making Fíli punch his shoulder.
“And now you’ve finally found someone!” Fíli grins at Thorin. He slowly nods, reaching up to gently touch the braid in his hair with a light smile.
“I guess I have.”
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“My daughter likes you.” Thorin’s head turns, eyes moving from overlooking Dale to face your mother with a kind smile. He bows politely.
“I’m glad.”
“As am I. I heard the way you stuck it to my husband.” His face falls.
“I meant no harm–”
“He needed to hear it one way or another.” The woman smiles, stepping forward to take one of his large hands within her own. “She deserves someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“Do you truly like my daughter? More than a marriage plan?”
“I… yes. A lot. She’s…”
“Unique?” He smiles and nods softly.
“She’s truly something else.” He looks back over his landscape, the glittering torches that lined the streets of Dale, with a wistful smile at the thought of your face.
“Will you promise me something, my dear?” He glances back at your mother with a nod. “Do not treat her as her father does. Be… kind to her, please. She deserves what her family could not give her.”
“I would not dream of giving her anything less. She uh– accidentally proposed to me last night?” Your mother raises a brow with a knowing smile. “Braided my hair with moonflowers.”
“Is that a proposal to dwarves?” Thorin nods softly.
“I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Saved her the embarrassment.”
“You smile at her the way you should. Like you’re in love.”
“I probably am.”
“Our family is to depart tomorrow.” Thorin freezes, hands gripping the railing.
“You… are.”
“You may ask her to stay, but I cannot control the response that she will give you.”
“It would not hurt you if she doesn’t go back?”
“She deserves much better than Pithia, and I believe you can give her better.” Thorin looks back over to your mom.
“I will give her everything. Everything I can. I’d give her the kingdom if that’s what it took to–”
“Mother?” Your voice rings out, making both of them turn. “Mother!” You grin and move to hug the woman. “Father wants the two of us for dinner.” Your eyes drift to Thorin, and you give him a kind smile, reaching out to grab and squeeze his hand.
“Enjoy your dinner.” Your mother watches with a knowing smile as he kisses your hand before letting your hand go as you follow after your mother.
“The dwarf likes you, my dearest.” You look down at your feet as you walk, grinning.
“I hope he does.”
“I see the way he looks at you… when he speaks of you.” You glance at your mother.
“Are you saying this because you want me to marry him?”
“I want you to love him if it happens. Take your time and make your own choices with it all. Please don’t let your father get into your head. Take this at your own pace and if it’s love… let it be love.” Before you step into the great hall, your mother pulls you into a tight hug.
“I will, mother.” She nods, kissing your head before heading into the great hall. Your father sat, happily chatting with your brother at the head of the table.
“My beautiful girls!” he bellows, ale frothing along the edge of his moustache. You smile awkwardly, taking your seat and gently gathering some food on your plate. “Your brother was telling me he’s started a courtship with a princess from Othria!” You nod slowly, glancing at the gloating smile your brother gives you. “How are things going with the king?”
“They’re fine.” You shrug, beginning to eat. Your father raises a brow, face falling in distaste.
“Fine? I need better than fine.”
“Father–”
“Your brother is going to take over Pithia and you’ll what? Laze around all day in the gardens? An unmarried woman?”
“Father.”
“I hate to interrupt dinner.” Thorin’s voice rings up, making your head snap up from your food. “I have a question for your princess.” Your father motions for him to continue. “I’d like to extend the offer of an extended stay in Erebor.” Your eyes narrow just slightly at him before they drift to your father.
“Well?” Your father raises a brow, and you sputter out a few words. Your eyes drift back and forth before you stand, the wooden chair screeching against the stone, before you push past Thorin and out the great doors.
“Do not mind my sister, Thorin.” Your brother scoffs, rolling his eyes and swirling the ale in his cup. “She isn’t a proper woman.”
“She’s plenty a proper woman.” He growls, fist slamming on the table. “You two are the ones who are not proper men.” Thorin scoffs before moving to follow after you.
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He finds you in the same place he found you the night of the party, sitting on one of the beams and overlooking the mines. “You do not have to stay here.” He mutters softly, slowly sitting beside you and watching you scoff.
“I want– I want to stay here– I just– I just want it to be my choice.” He watches you with wide eyes as you start to cry. “I don’t want to stay here just to get married! I want to be happy, Thorin! I want to be happy with you!” You cry, your voice echoing through the mines. His hand gently envelopes yours as he brings it to his mouth.
“Then stay. Be happy. There’s no rush for anything.” You look to him, letting out another sob before he pulls you against his chest.
“Do you– you promise this isn’t just because you have to marry me?” He nods, kissing the top of your head as he rocks you gently in his embrace.
“You could stay here in Erebor and never talk to me again, and that would be enough for me.”
“It would kill you if I never spoke to you.” You giggle gently, wiping your nose. He grins, reaching out to wipe your cheek.
“But if that’s what it took to make you happy, I’d accept it.” You watch him for a long moment before nodding softly.
“Will you tell them? And tell my mother to come to my room.” He nods, kissing the top of your head again before helping you stand.
“I will have someone bring you food. Go rest, I’ll send your mother.” You smile, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
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“You deserve better than your father.” Your mother whispers gently, kissing the top of your head as she holds you in a tight hug.
“So do you.” She pulls away slightly, cupping your cheek with a loving smile.
“I’ve known that my whole life. That’s why I'm aiming to give you a better one.”
“You don’t mind if I stay in Erebor?” She shakes her head.
“I want you to go where you are happy.” You watch her for a long moment as tears well up in your eyes.
“Thorin makes me happy.” You choke out softly, making her softly nod and kiss your cheek.
“Then by all means, stay. Please.” You nod, pulling her back in as you cry into her shoulder.
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The hot springs were slowly becoming your favorite spot on the mountain. You visited almost daily, Thorin making sure you’d have the comfort of being alone (though he often joined you himself). He’d sit at your side, gently caressing your arm and watching you with a smile as you relaxed.
“You look beautiful.” He hums, kissing your shoulder. Your head lolls to the side to smile at him.
“You flatter me.”
“How can I not? Look at yourself! Let alone like this.” You giggle at the kisses that trail along your shoulder and against your neck, his scruff lightly scratching your skin.
“Thorin!” You giggle happily, splashing him with the warm water. He lets out a guttural laugh, gently splashing you back.
“You truly are something, princess.” He grinned, resting his head on your shoulder.
“I hate when you call me that.” You mumble, making him grasp your hand beneath the water.
“I know you do.”
“We should get out of the water.” You mumble, making no effort to move.
“And why’s that?” You move to look at him with a gentle smile.
“I was just trying to find something to say.” You giggle.
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You stood on the highest balcony, Thorin’s arms wrapped around your middle, looking up at you with eyes full of soft admiration. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You grin softly, moving to brush your fingers through his hair.
“Because you’re beautiful.” He hums, shutting his eyes at the feeling of your fingers in his scalp. “Did you know, in that first week of meeting me, you proposed?” Your movements stop as your brows furrow.
“No, I didn’t.” He smiles, grabbing one of your hands to gently kiss your palm.
“In dwarven culture, you did.”
“You didn’t think to tell me?”
“You were struggling enough, and I didn’t want to make you face the embarrassment. Fíli and Kíli would’ve sucked you dry.” You pause for a long moment, looking down at him.
“How?”
“Braiding one’s hair, but the moonflowers are the kicker. It’s a very common way for dwarves to propose.” Your jaw drops for a long moment, hands frozen in his curls.
“Are you playing with me?” He shakes his head, kissing your palm again. “Well, I didn’t… mean to play with you. When I did that– when I– proposed.”
“I would’ve said yes.” He cheeses, making your eyes widen.
“You’d known me three days.”
“That was enough.”
“Thorin–”
“I mean it.” You smile gently, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “My tall goddess.” You burst into laughter at the line, making him grin.
“I’m far from a goddess.”
“Not to me.”
“You dwarves should look to the humans for better pick-up lines.” You tease.
“Whatever it takes to flatter you.”
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“You still haven’t kissed her?” Kíli remarks, watching Thorin dress in his royal robes.
“There hasn’t been a good moment,” Thorin grumbles.
“She’s been here nearly three months, and you haven’t found a good moment to kiss her?” Fíli scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Fine! Fine! I’m planning to do it tonight.”
“At the ball?” Kili’s brows raise.
“In front of everyone?” Fíli looks over his shoulder.
“No grander gesture than that.”
“Does mom know?” Thorin turns to face Kili.
“No time like the present.”
“Dís isn’t going to do well to the fact she’s a human,” Fíli mutters gently.
“Then Kíli can take the throne for all I care!” Thorin bursts out, making the brothers look at him in shock.
“You’d give up… the throne for her?”
“Yes. I would.” He growls, setting his crown on his head.
“Are you absolutely sure?” Fíli asks gently, eyes moving to meet Kili’s.
“You question my love for her.”
“I question the fact that she is human. You know how dwarves are–”
“Then maybe they need to change. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find her and make sure she’s ready.” The door slams behind him, making Fíli and Kíli exchange a glance.
“Mom’s not going to like this,” Kíli mutters, turning back to the large mirror.
“I will say I’ve never seen Thorin look at someone like that.” Kíli nods in agreement.
“I just hope mom doesn’t make a scene.”
“You know our mother.”
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You nervously smooth the fabric of the dress Thorin had given you, watching your reflection in the mirror. You flinch at the noise of a knock echoing through your space. “Come in!”
As gasp sounds behind you, along with the sound of the door shutting, and you find Thorin’s eyes in the mirror, his jaw slightly agape. “You look… beautiful…”
“You flatter me.” You jest gently, watching him approach you, his large hands finding your waist.
“I didn’t think it could get any better, but in a traditional dwarven dress? I don’t even want to risk another man looking at you.” His voice is deep, his words followed by a swallow before he presses a kiss to the center of your back.
“You speak so highly of me.” You mutter, turning to face him and take his hands.
“How can I not? Look at you!”
“All your opinions will change if you dance with me tonight.”
“If?” His brows furrow.
“You don’t have to dance with me! I heard dwarven princesses–”
“Why on Middle Earth would I dance with someone else when you’re here?” You try to speak, but the insecure words do not leave your lips. Your nerves settle slightly as he gently rubs your hips. “I will be dancing with you and only you.” You nod, gently pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.
“Thank you.” You whisper, thumb moving to gently caress his cheek.
“For what?”
“Everything. All of this. A life I enjoy.” He grins proudly, grabbing your hand to kiss your palm.
“I’d give anything for you to be happy like this.” The words make the nerves in your gut be replaced by a flock of excited butterflies. “I need you to wear something.” You watch him reach into a pocket of his royal attire, pulling out a small wooden box.
“Are you…?” He shakes his head with a kind smile.
“It’s a family ring. Let's the other princes know not to ask you for a dance.” You open the box, scanning the silver ring before gently slipping it onto one of your fingers. A possessive current flows through Thorin as he watches the action, grasping your hand to kiss the ring. “Ready?” You shut your eyes and take a deep breath before nodding and taking his arm, stepping into the vast corridors.
The walk wasn’t long, the music slowly starting to swell as you approached the party. “I’ve heard rumors of your sister attending.” Thorin smiles and nods.
“Dis, yes. Fíli and Kili’s mother.”
“How often do you get to see her?”
“Not as often as I’d like. She likes to take on the diplomatic tasks that require travel.” You nod softly as the two of you turn around a corner, finding the bustling ball. You gasp as the decor and the sheer number of people, the smile and laughter emanating from the group. “What can I say? Dwarves know how to party.”
“Thorin!” Both of your heads turn, finding a dwarven woman whom you immediately recognize as Dis. Her eyes matched his, but her hair was a shade lighter than his. She had a small beard, and her head was decorated with various intricate braids.
“My sister!” Thorin bellows happily, letting go of you to happily hug the dwarf, making you smile gently at the interaction. But the smile falls as soon as Dís looks up, eyes narrowing on your form.
“Who’s this?” You softly introduce yourself, watching as she turns to Thorin with a scowl. “She’s human.”
“Yep.”
“Human. Thorin.” She raises a brow before looking back to you, your shoulders shrinking in on themselves.
“Do not make a scene.” Thorin grits out, and you notice the pairs of eyes starting to draw in your direction. “She’s excited for the night, and you will not take that away from her.”
“We need to talk first thing tomorrow morning. Without her.” She spits, glaring at you before walking off. You stand, frozen in place as your eyes slowly move to Thorin’s.
“Don’t listen to her, please.” He whispers, taking your hands.
“Am I an issue?” You choke out softly, making his eyes soften.
“You will never be an issue. Don’t listen to Dis. Care for a dance?” You take a long glance around, shifting your weight and taking a deep breath.
“Yes, please.” You whisper, taking his other hand. “They’re all looking at me.”
“It’s your beauty. Believe me.” You raise a brow as he moves to place a hand on your waist and start to sway with him. He watches you closely, eyes narrowing softly. “Are you alright?” Your eyes snap to his.
“Are you sure this is ok?” You whisper, making him frown.
“This as in us?” You nod slowly, squeezing his hand. “I don’t think you understand how much I’m willing to lose for you.”
“Don’t speak like that…” You whisper.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I am not worth your kingdom.” He grins, squeezing your hand.
“Correct. You’re worth more.”
“I don’t want your family to hate you.” Your voice rises slightly, your feet stopping.
“I do not care about my family when it comes to you.” You scoff, rolling your eyes and stepping back, voices hushing around you.
“Stop saying things like that.” He shakes his head, reaching out to grab your hand.
“Do not dismiss me.” He grumbles softly, watching you closely.
“I cannot mean more than your kingdom.”
“Love means more than my kingdom!” He blurts out, gasps surrounding the two of you, the music slowly dwindling to silence as your chest heaves with breath.
“Thorin…” He steps into your space, bringing your hand to his heart.
“This beats for you. No matter what my sister says, no matter what my nephews say, “ you briefly hear Kili’s offended hey before focusing back on Thorin, “I will give up this kingdom for you. I love you.” He whispers, making your eyes swell with tears. You sputter out softly, scanning across his face, unable to make yourself speak.
“I have to go… now. I have to go.” You whisper, pulling your hand from his grip and turning to weave through the crowd.
“Look what you’ve done!” Thorin roars at Dis.
“You shouldn’t have fallen in love with a human!” Thorin scoffs, pushing through the crowd after you, catching a glimpse of your dress as it wooshes around a corner, a fleeting glimpse of color he can’t help but rush after.
He finds you at the gate, overlooking Dale, your arms hugging your shaking form as your sobs echo through the empty night air. “My love…” You choke back a soft gasp, turning to face the dwarf, who hugs you tightly.
“I’ve embarrassed you… in front of everyone.” He holds you tighter, feeling the way your body trembles.
“I do not care.” He mutters. You let out a few more sobs before pulling away to look down at him, cupping his cheeks.
“Did you truly mean what you said?”
“All of it.” You sniffle, eyes scanning his.
“You love me?” He nods, grasping your hand with his and tenderly kissing your palm.
“More than anything.”
“Will you truly lose the throne?”
“Only time will tell.” You frown, moving slowly to sit down. He watches with his brows furrowed before sitting beside you.
“Are dwarves normally this brash with decisions about love?” You whisper, making him smile.
“Are humans not?” You turn your head to look at the dwarf, smiling softly as you wipe your tears.
“I think I love you, too.” You sniffle, making his eye widen as a smile graces his face.
“Do you?” He fully sits up.
“You’re missing a crucial part of human courtship.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’ve basically been courting me for three months, but you have yet to kiss me.” You sniffle with a gentle smile. He grinned, moving to sit on his knees to be level with your face.
“Would you like me to change that?” He whispers, reaching out to cup your jaw as you nod. He watches you for a long moment, eyes drifting from your eyes to your mouth. “May I?” You groan softly before giggling and pressing your lips to his. He hums, freezing for a moment before tugging him into his embrace and deepening the kiss.
When you finally pull back, you wipe the last of your tears as you giggle, forehead dropping onto his shoulder. “Was I that bad?” He teases, cradling your head.
“No… ‘m just that happy.” You grin against his shoulder, fur clutched tightly in your hand.
“As I am.”
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The morning came slowly, sunlight slipping through the window as you stirred, curling tightly against Thorin’s bare chest. You hum happily, watching him sleep for a long moment before resting your head back on his shoulder and tracing the tattooed designs along his chest. He grumbles and snorts softly, shaking his head before settling his head back against the pillows. “Thorin…” You murmur.
“What?” He grumbles.
“It’s time to get up…” He reaches the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath your body to rub his face with a deep, sleepy grumble.
“That tickles.” He mumbles, making your finger still before giggling.
“Not what you said last night.” You tease, making him smile as you move up to look over him.
“My body was preoccupied with a few… other… things.” You laugh loudly, leaning down to kiss him. “Dís is going to want to see you soon.” He hums, pinching a frown before pulling you into another kiss.
“I’m ready to give up anything to have you.” He whispers against your lips as you drag your fingers through his hair.
“I hope you don’t have to.” He smiles, slowly setting the two of you up before kissing you again.
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“You can’t let a human be queen of Erebor! It was already a journey enough to revive it and kill Smaug!”
“It’s my kingdom!” Thorin yells.
“It’s our kingdom! This could ruin things for Kíli and Fili! They’ve waited years!”
“And you think I have not? I’ve waited for the throne, yes, but I’ve also waited for love!”
“Mother.” Kíli clears his throat, making the two dwarves turn to the brothers.
“Yes, Kee?”
“Thorin is not… the only one to not love a dwarf.” Dis’s brows furrow.
“And what might that be?”
“Her name is Tauriel. An elf from Mirkwood.” Dis’s jaw drops.
“You are kidding, yes? Fili, is he kidding?”
“You sound old-fashioned, mother…” Fíli speaks up, “This could be revolutionary! We could forge bonds with both the elves and humans! Trade and alliance!”
“The humans and elves have betrayed us before! Who’s to say this won’t be any different?”
“Love!” Thorin blurts, making her eyes snap to his. “Love is what makes it different!”
“Just let it play out, mother, please,” Kíli says softly. “This is the happiest Thorin has been in years! There’s not even an engagement! Just let us be happy!” She sputters out before letting out a long sigh and shaking her head.
“Know that I am not opposed to war if something goes wrong.” She grumbles, making both Kíli and Thorin smile.
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You shriek loudly as Thorin’s arms wrap around you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. “Did she say yes?” He sets you down, tugging you down to kiss him.
“Welcome to Erebor, princess.” You giggle happily, eagerly kissing him back.
“Wouldn’t this make me a queen?”
“Once we’re married.” He teases lightly, making you kiss him again.
I have 3 separate requests so you’re gonna see me thrice just a warning!
1st! could i request a parker ellis (idk if you write/ will write for her) x fem!reader where reader is a nurse and can hardly keep her composure around her while parker’s just amused by reader
thank you so much! i hope that made since somehow
Mean it ★ Parker Ellis
f! reader
ao3 link
wc: 1,500+
summary: parker and her favorite night shift charge nurse
tags: fluff, teasing, flirting, first dates, first kisses, night crew shenanigans
a/n: i'm back from the dead!!! (fighting for my life in college) love you all and hoep you enjoy!!!!
divider cred: me!
The antiseptic smell greeted you coldly, your nose scrunching uncomfortably as you head to the lockers and hang your backpack on the hook. You clip your badge to your shirt pocket and shrug your jacket off before moving back onto the floor and facing Dana. “You’re here early.”
“No traffic for once.” You shrug. Dana goes through the board with you as you nod, grabbing a tablet and moving a few things around.
“Ellis is finally back from her vacation.” Your head snaps up, heart beating erratically at the woman’s name. Dana raises a brow before letting out a laugh and patting your shoulder. “She’s not a ghost. Why do you look so scared?” She teases.
“There’s a ghost?” Jack's voice rings out, making you spin on your heel and smile at the attending.
“With the amount of fear in her eye, Ellis might as well be.” She teases, making Jack shoot you a knowing smile. Heat creeps up your neck as you clutch your tablet impossibly close to your chest.
“I’m just– just excited to see her!” You stutter, making them both laugh as you roll your eyes and turn back to the board.
“Excited is one word for it,” Jack mutters as Robby walks up, raising a brow as he rubs the sanitizer between his hands.
“What’s going on with you three?”
“Somebody’s excited to see Ellis back from her vacation.” Dana grins, wiggling her brows as Robby’s mouth drops in a soft ah.
“Go start rounds!” You groan. “Stop gaining up on me!” The three of them laugh loudly as you groan softly.
“Something’s wrong because none of you are ever this happy.” Shen’s voice rings out, making you shrink even further into your embarrassment.
“It’s nothing–” You helplessly explain before Jack cuts you off.
“Ellis comes back today,” John smirks at you, making your eyes roll again.
“Go do rounds!”
“We can’t! Ellis isn’t here yet.” Jack teases, making the laughing continue around you.
“I’m killing all of you.” You huff.
“We’re in a hospital.” Jack smiles.
“You’d trust John to save you?” Jack considers it for a long moment before shaking his head as John’s jaw drops in offense.
“I’d trust Robby,” Jack says, making the other man clap a hand on his shoulder.
“What is up with you guys?” Her voice rings out behind you, making your shoulders straighten, and your ribs tighten.
“Nothing,” Jack smirks, looking down at his computer. Ellis raises a questioning brow before you turn to face her with a bright smile.
“How’s my favorite nurse?” She asks smoothly, making the heat on your cheeks deepen.
“Great– wonderful– amazing.” You sputter out, watching the way she smiles. She holds out a cup of coffee, and you glance from it to her eyes. “What’s this?”
“A mocha with extra chocolate.” You giggle for a moment before awkwardly clearing your throat and taking the drink.
“Thank you.” She winks, giving you a mock salute before moving towards the lockers.
“The betting pool is almost eight hundred bucks,” Jack says, making you groan.
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“Got anything good for me?” Your head snaps in Parker’s direction, jaw slack for a moment before you shake your head and glance over your tablet.
“I’ve got a twelve-year-old with a fever in South fifteen.” She nods, rubbing her temples.
“Sign me up.” You nod, typing her name in.
“I– uh– thank you for the coffee.” She looks up with a smirk.
“You’re my favorite nurse, you deserve it.” She reaches out to gently squeeze your arm before walking off.
“We need to lock you two in a closet until you kiss.”
“John!”
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“Ellis!” You call out, watching the woman move across the floor as she whips her head in your direction and walks over to you. She watches as you curl up as she steps into your space, looking down at you.
“What can I do for you?” You stutter for a long moment before giving an awkward smile and shifting between your feet.
“I’ve got an MVA coming in. Driver versus light pole.” You explain softly, making her nod.
“How far out?”
“Two minutes.” She nods, continuing to hold your eye contact with a knowing smirk.
“What’s got you so nervous?” Your jaw drops with unsaid words, stuttering softly.
“Big case!” You blurt out awkwardly, making her laugh.
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“That big case was really something.” She smizes, tapping the counter as you look up with a smile.
“How so?”
“Almost served the hand clean off.” You nod slowly.
“Crazy. So crazy.” You giggle awkwardly before stopping yourself and shifting your weight between your feet.
“You are something else.”
“In a good way or a bad way?” You mutter gently.
“Good way.” She smiles, making you giggle, and she watches you intently for a long moment before her name is called and she looks back over her shoulder at Jack.
“Quit flirting at the desk! You’ve got patients!” Jack says, making your jaw drop, and your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you turn to look at your tablet and avoid Parker’s eyes completely. She rolls her eyes, sending Jack a glare as he gives her a knowing smile and turns back to his job.
“Are you busy after work?” You pause for a long moment before moving your eyes up to meet Parker’s.
“What?”
“Are. You. Busy. After. Work?” You shake your head. “Wait for me before you leave, ok?” A smile slips through your lips as you nod softly.
★
You stood in the ambulance bay, jacket pulled tight around your shoulder as a breeze moved through the space, making you shiver. You glance at your watch and squint at the rising sun with a tired yawn. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” You whirl around on your heel, meeting Parker’s wide grin, and she reaches to grab one of your hands.
“Where are we going?”
“Breakfast. My treat.” You slowly nod, giving her hand a soft squeeze as the two of you start walking. She swings your hands, taking glances at you with a gentle smile. “You feeling ok?” You give a smile and nod gently.
“Aside from the exhaustion, I’m great. I’ve got the next four days off, so I can’t complain.” You shrug, making her squeeze your hand.
“Lucky you, huh? I’ve got two more days before I’m off. But I get a week.” You smile up at her again as she gently pulls open the door to the diner. The heavy scent of syrup and bad coffee hits you, making your nose scrunch up as she leads you to a booth.
The waitress greets the two of you kindly before taking your orders and leaving you two to chat. You smile kindly across the table before averting your eyes to the steaming cup of decaf in front of you. You feel her ankle twist softly around yours, making heat creep across your cheeks. “You sure you’re ok?” You nod, giving her another reassuring smile.
“Just exhausted.”
“It wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you had said no.” Her foot gently moves against yours, making you shift softly and clear your throat.
“But I– I wanted to. I wanted to.. Go… out with you.” Your eyes drift up with a soft question on the validity of your words. Parker grins.
“You wanted to go out with me, hm?” The teasing tone in her voice makes you sputter softly before you shut your mouth and nod.
“It just– It all really meant something.” She raises a brow.
“I’m not following.”
“Sometimes I was worried all the teasing was just a way to– I don’t know– mess with me. But–”
“Never to mess with you. It always meant something even if it was teasing.” She cuts you off, bringing a smile to your lips as her foot gently pulls yours closer beneath the table. You reach out to grab her hand across the table, watching her for a long moment before the moment is broken by breakfast being set between the two of you.
★
The steps to your apartment approach slowly, lit by the late morning sun, Parker’s arm around your waist. You yawn again, making her roll her eyes with a fond grin. “Almost there.”
“As tired as I am, I wish this could last forever.” You climb the first step, looking down at Parker as she loops her arms around your middle and rests her chin on your chest.
“I also want this morning to last forever, but you need rest. I’ll swing by on Monday, and we can spend a whole day together, deal?” You grin and nod, lifting your hands to gently cup her cheeks. Your eyes drift to hers, and they widen softly before she nods softly.
She hums happily as you connect your lips to hers, her grip around you tightening as she takes a soft breath through her nose. “You taste just as sweet as you look.” She murmurs against your lips, making you pull back with a loud laugh.
“That was horrible.” You snicker, making her smile widen.
“Doesn’t mean you didn’t love it.” You roll your eyes as your grin widens.
summary: legolas lets a ranger and her daughter into mirkwood.
tags: kid fic!, post hobbit pre lotr!, single mother! reader, fluff, human/elves, thranduil is a bitch as per usual, fluff and angst, happy ending
a/n: love you all!!!!!
divider cred: me!
The birth had been short. Spread out in the forest, aided by a small group of traveling elves. Short as the man that had given you the baby, an unnamed dwarf whose face you couldn’t remember, and had left you pregnant for sixteen months.
Foila was bigger than the average human baby, leading to a slightly complicated birth, a pair of lungs she was determined to cry off. The elves had left you with some vials of medicine and food, three days after the birth, an intricate blanket swaddled around the bright blonde hair on the girl’s head.
She grew slowly, chubby and always swaddled against your chest, often earning the two of you free meals at bustling inns you stayed at. It was, of course, difficult to continue as a ranger with a baby, her babbling often making it hard to hide and scare away animals, but you loved her too much to care.
Winter was fast approaching when you reached Mirkwood, humbly asking for entrance. The guards glance at each other for a long moment before one moves inside. You wait patiently outside, admiring the beauty of the nature that surrounds you, before you hear the gate creak open again. “Who are you?” A voice echoes, and you turn back to find a tall elf, his blue eyes fixed on yours.
“Just a mere ranger.”
“Why do you ask for entry to Mirkwood?” Foila babble happily, and you smile lightly, cupping the back of her head.
“I ask for food. I need winter clothing for my baby. I do not intend to stay long or cause any harm. Just some hospitality before the winter.” He raises a brow, clearly in distrust of your intent, his eyes drifting to the baby.
“How old is she?”
“Three months.”
“Stay here.” He mutters, turning back into the caves, the large door shutting behind him. You shush Foila as she whines, bouncing her gently against your chest.
“It’s almost time for supper, my love.” You murmur, kissing her forehead.
The gate opens again, making you look back up at the blonde elf. “You may stay in Mirkwood for a fortnight, and we will have some things prepared for you. Dinners are just beginning.” Your eyes widen in surprise before you smile.
“That much hospitality is a gift… thank you…”
“Legolas.” You gasp, moving to cradle Foila’s head and bowing. “There is no need for formality. Let me lead you.” You nod, taking Foila out of her swaddle and moving to hold her on your hip. The cave walls swell around you as you walk beside the elf. “Have you ever seen Mirkwood?” You shake your head.
“I’ve only heard stories.” You mutter whistfully, bringing a smile to his lips.
“Legolas!” A deep voice echoes out, making both of your heads turn. The taller man was clad in silver elven robes, his hair longer than Legolas’s but lacking braids.
“Father.” Your eyes widen before you bow.
“King Thranduil.”
“You brought a human.”
“She is merely seeking hospitality.”
“You failed to specify that she was human.” His eyes don’t leave his son’s as you pull Foila closer.
“I will bear her burden.” Thranfuil raises a brow, finally moving his gaze to you.
“Where is the father of your child?” Your eyes widen, taken aback at the disrespectful question.
“If you must know, I couldn’t tell you. He’s not involved in her life.”
“You humans and your odd practices of intimacy.” Your jaw tightens, and Foila squirms at the feelings of your displeasure. “How old is she?”
“Three months.” The king's brows shoot up in surprise.
“She’s very large for a human child.”
“Father.” Legolas cuts in, easing the tension and softening your stance. “I will take her to the guest quarters.”
“You’re allowing her hospitality?” Legolas nods, hovering a hand gently over your back to guide you away from the taller man. “This conversation is not over, my son.” You glance up in time to watch the younger elf roll his eyes, making you smile.
“He lives up to the things I’ve heard of him.” Legolas snorts gently, a smile creeping across his face.
“The glowing reviews?” You laugh, making Foila squeal happily. “She is chatty.”
“She is.” You brush the blonde hair from her eyes.
“Lots of hair for such a young child.” You give a tight-lipped smile and a shrug as you climb the stone stairs beside him. He scans your face for a long moment, eyes narrowing. The walk through the caverns continues in silence as you admire the intricate torches lining the walls.
“I’ve always found elven decor so intricate and beautiful.” You mutter. “I’ve never seen much.” He gently turns to a door, pulling the solid wood door open. A fireplace sits to the left, a rug sits in front of it, and a lounge chair sits beside it. The large bed sits on the opposite wall, shimmery white sheets and a heavy blanket folded on the end. “Oh my…” You whisper.
“I will have someone bring a bassinet.” You nod, stepping into the warmth of the room and setting Foila in the middle of the bed, to which she babbles happily and feels the softness of the sheets between her chubby fingers. Legolas can’t help but smile as he watches the baby, fascinated with the young life.
“Thank you, Prince Legolas… this… this is so wonderful.” He nods kindly.
“Meals will be brought three times a day… I was asked to find out if she’s eating solid foods yet.”
“Only soft ones.” You hand-comb through your baby’s hair, making her give a gummy smile.
»
You nursed Foila, watching the fire burn as you hummed a lullaby, smiling at the eagerness of her face. “I bet you’re tired.” You whisper.
Across the caverns, Legolas slowly approached his father’s throne, watching the way his brow raised at his presence. “Finally, here to finish our conversation?” Legolas merely nods. “How can you trust her?”
“She doesn’t bring ill intention.”
“And how do you know?”
“We would feel it.” Thranduil rolls his eyes with a scoff.
“Humans are tricky, Legolas.”
“There is no greater innocence than a young mother.”
“There is no father–” Legolas feels his nostrils flare.
“How can you speak of her like that? We do not know her story!”
“All the more reason we cannot trust her!”
“She needs help before the winter!”
“Why is that my problem?”
“It’s mine! I invited her in! I will watch and take care of her!”
“You are acting like a child.”
“Caring for those around me is childish?” Legolas accuses, making Thrandil bury his head in his hands.
“If she betrays us, the betrayal lies upon your shoulders.”
“I knew that when I let her in.” He turns on his heel, walking down the steps and tracing the path to your room. He knocks with a soft breath, hearing your voice behind the wood.
“Give me a moment!” You call out, pulling your blouse back over your exposed breast, lifting Foila in your arms as she tiredly blubbers against your shoulder. You pull open the door, smiling at Legolas. “What can I do for you?”
“I was… hoping to indulge in your presence.” Your brow raises. “Babies are not… common among elves.” You nod and grin, opening the door to let him in. He sits by the fire, watching as you set Foila on the ground. His head tilts in interest before the baby slowly starts crawling towards him. You sit in the armchair, curling a blanket around your form and watching with a smile. “Can I hold her?” He asks softly as the baby babbles and reaches up towards him.
“Yes, but I will warn you, she loves hair.” He nods, lifting the baby into his lap. Her small fingers curl around one of the braids by his ear, giving it a soft tug and making him laugh in amusement. You watch for a long moment. Feeling your eyelids drop, knowing your daughter was safe.
As Foila slowly starts bobbing her head in exhaustion, Legolas looks up to you, finding you asleep in the chair, blanket clutched in your hands. “Mommy needed a break, hm?” He whispers, standing with Foila cradled against his chest. The baby squirms for a moment before settling as he trails across the room and lays her in the bassinet. “Sleep.” He whispers, tracing her small cheek. He straightens back up, turning to face your sleeping form. Your body was in a position he couldn’t imagine was comfortable, and he moved to lift you, trying his best not to wake you. You shift in his arms before letting out a long breath as he lays you in your bed, pulling the blankets over you. He snuffs the lamps before shutting the door behind him.
He moves towards his quarters, his heart feeling lighter beneath his ribs. “You cannot grow fond of her.” Trhanduil’s voice echoes behind him, making his steps pause.
“She’s merely my guest.”
“I cannot find it within me to believe you.”
»
The next three days passed slowly, full meals and long walks through the caves filling your time. Word of the baby had spread, and you were often stopped, the immortals wanting to meet such a small life. Of course, Foila loved the attention (not all the eleves liked their braids being tugged on), and most didn’t mind giving it.
Legolas made a point to stop by each night, joining for dinner and playing with Foila until she fell asleep. You watched happily, at ease with the comfort of knowing her safety. Legolas would tell wild stories (which Foila could not understand, but she knew to laugh at his funny faces and nosies) before settling her in the crib or handing her back to you.
“I have an offer for you.” He’d said the morning of the fourth day as you adjusted Foila on your hip.
“Hopefully it’s good.” You tease, making him shake his head with a smile.
“We have bathing springs deeper into the caves. Tauriel– she’s a healer– has offered to give you a full pampering.” Your eyes widen.
“That’s too kind–”
“You’re rejecting?” He raises a brow.
“No– gosh, yes please.” He grins.
“I can watch Foila for you.” A redheaded elf moves to stand beside Legolas. “Tauriel can escort you.”
“Can I bathe Foila later today?” They both nod, and you eagerly hand Foila to Legolas.
“If she gets fussy–”
“Give her juice or change her.” Your jaw stops mid-word, heat creeping up your cheeks before you nod. You blow Foila a kiss before following after the elven woman.
“He’s very fond of your child.” Tarueil offers kindly, making you smile bashfully.
“She likes him, I can tell. Really likes his hair, too. I assume it’s the softness.” She nods, opening a door into a warm room, a hot spring set in the middle.
“May I help you undress?” You raise a brow but nod, assuming it was probably a custom you didn’t understand. “Elven women help with each other’s hygiene, a common practice.” You nod, letting out a soft ah as she unties the back of the dress you’d been given.
“How deep is the water?”
“Nine-ish feet, I believe.” You smile, stepping out of your clothing and diving into the warm water. Your muscles relax instantly as you surface, Tauriel watching with a loud laugh. “That’s quite an entrance!”
“Not elegant enough to be an elf?” You tease, making her laugh again. You find a ledge to sit on, your back facing the woman as she tends to your hair. You let out a long sigh, body sinking pleasantly beneath the easing heat.
»
“What shall we do without Mommy, hm?” Legolas smiles, bouncing the happy baby in his arms. “You are something else, youngling.” She giggles, grasping one of his braids. “How about a tour of Mirkwood? Hm?” He nods to himself, slipping out of the room after changing her into a fresh diaper.
He tells soft stories of his people as he walks the caves, letting her touch different textures and happily squeal at those passing by. He leaves the caves, taking her onto an open balcony overlooking the waterfalls and trees, most without leaves, a cold chill in the air. “Winter is coming.” He whispers into her hair as she curls into his warmth.
“She left you alone with the child.” Foila shrieks horribly in his arms at the sight of Thranduil, making Legolas want to laugh.
“Tauriel took her to the bathing chamber.” Thranduil nods slowly, glancing back at the child.
“Let me see her.” Protectiveness flares from somewhere Legolas doesn’t want to acknowledge. He gently turns Foila, who screams again, desperately pressing back towards Legolas’s chest. Thranduil scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Humans are so fragile.”
“She’s a baby.”
“You barely cried.”
“She barely cries around her mother. This is the first time I’ve seen it.” She’s good at reading people, he wants to mutter, biting his tongue.
“You barely cried around your mother.” The words struck Legolas’s heart slowly, watching his father retreat into the caves. He clutches Foila closer, ignoring the tears that well in his eyes.
»
When you return to your room, skin clean, nails filed and trimmed, hair clean, and body relaxed, you can’t help but quietly giggle at the sight that greets you. Legolas is sprawled out on your bed, Foila, babbling softly in her sleep against his chest.
You quietly move across the room, sitting beside the elf’s form and smiling at the messy braid beside his ear. You gently undo the clasp around it, delicately pulling the strands apart before reseparating the hairs and restarting the braid. His eyes flutter open about halfway through as you gather another small section of hair. “Don’t move.” You whisper, gaze pinched in focus.
His hand moves to cradle the sleepy weight that sits on his chest. “I did not mean to fall asleep–” You smile kindly.
“Do not bother with apologies. She falls asleep the easiest beside someone else.” You whisper, continuing the braid. The weight of your small action settles over him, and a blush coats his cheeks, spreading over the tips of his ears. You were human, of course, you didn’t understand the customs of braiding his hair, but the idea of the act made his heart race. “I’m not good with fishtails… I hope it’s to elven standards.” You gently clasp the end of the braid.
“Fishtails?”
“That’s what we call this type of braid.” You whisper, finally meeting his eyes and taking in a wistful breath as they meet yours.
“I took her around the caves and up to the surface. It started snowing.”
“Did she like it?” You bend down to kiss the back of her head, your hand resting on the top of her back, some of your fingers dancing on top of Legolas’s.
“Her lungs are somehow louder with her excitement.” He comments, smiling at the baby as you giggle.
“Probably got those from her father.”
“You do not remember him?” You shake your head.
“Ale does many things to a human.” He smiles lightly. “But I would not have it any other way.”
»
“You know that human myth of love at first sight?” Legolas asks Tauriel, finding her fixing some of her arrows.
“I can only imagine why you would be asking that.” She gives a knowing smile.
“My father would kill me.”
“His opinion should not block your heart.” Legolas glances up at her, hand drifting up to touch the braid you’d left in his hair.
“She braided my hair… Foila had messed it up, and as I was sleeping with the baby on my chest, she took the effort to rebraid it.”
“I can assure you she does not understand the customs. She barely understood the bathing chambers.”
“That’s what I thought. She will only be here for nine more days.”
“Make her stay or go with her on her journeys.”
“My father–”
“Your heart, Legolas.” She whispers.
»
It was a crisp winter morning, which made the caves cooler than usual and made Foila fussy. “Why is she so upset?” Legolas asks gently.
“She’s not a fan of the cold. Especially when she wakes up, just like her mother.” You huff, trying to wrangle the squirmy child. Legolas watches with an affectionate smile, then walks over and takes the girl from your arms.
“The weavers are making some winter clothes for her.” He hums, bouncing the baby in his arms. “Has she gotten bigger?”
“She grows fast.” You hum. “Not to mention how kind you all have been with the food.”
“Shall we walk to the spring?” You nod, grabbing a few things and letting Legolas continue to carry Foila, who babbled grumpily in his arms. You walk beside him, smile gently at the other elves walking by, and stop to hug Tauriel.
“I’m going to teach her to swim– or at least to surface today.” Legolas’s eyes go wide, protectiveness flaring.
“She’s too young.”
“Dwarven babies tend to find those skills early.” The scuff of Legolas’s boots echoes through the cave, and you freeze in horror.
“What?”
“Nothing– it’s nothing. I didn’t say anything–” You stutter. Foila whines at Legolas’s stiffness, squirming and reaching out for you.
“You told me she was human.”
“...on my side, yes.” You mutter out. He hands Foila off to you with a scoff.
“Last door on the left.” He mutters, turning on his heel and walking through the caverns. You stand, frozen in dismay, watching his blonde hair disappear. You slowly move to find the door to the spring, stepping inside and gently setting Foila on a soft rock.
“Looks like we can kiss Mirkwood goodbye, hm?” You ask, gently readying Foila for the water as well as yourself. She babbles gently, clearly understanding something was wrong. You step into the water, wading out into the deeper part with Foila tucked against your chest.
The hour is spent gently washing Foila and making her laugh with the bubbles and splashes of water before slowly letting her learn to swim. You gently let her go, encouraging her legs to kick up to the surface and find the air.
When you slowly step out and dry both of you off, dressing you both in fresh clothing, laced with the scent of fresh forests, you take a deep breath, stepping back into the long caverns. Tauriel’s face is the one you find, pinched in worry as she makes her way to you. “Are you alright?”
“What did you hear?” Her hand cups Foila’s head with a gentle smile.
“That she is half dwarf.” You nod slowly.
“You’re not upset.” She shakes her head, pulling you into a light hug.
“I was almost banished for loving a dwarf.” Your eyes soften.
“Where is he now?” Her gaze darkens for a moment.
“Died in battle.”
“Oh, Tarueil, I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head with a smile.
“He was wonderful. And so is Foila.”
“Has the news gotten to the king?” She sighs and nods slowly.
“No offense, I would recommend packing your things.” You nod.
“Is… is Legolas ok?” The soft worry and pain in your voice makes Tauriel look up at you knowingly, wrapping an arm around you and moving towards your room.
“He… feels betrayed. He’s upset he was… tricked–”
“I didn’t–”
“I know. He feels like he betrayed his people. But I can promise you, his anger will not linger.” You look up at the redheaded dwarf.
“How can you know?”
“I don’t need to know. I can see it in the way he looks at you.” She whispers, making butterflies creep through your ribs,
“It’s only been a mere week.” She shakes her head.
“Don’t humans believe in love at first sight? That’s how I felt meeting Kíli.” You watch her closely as you step back into your room. You look over your small number of things, suddenly overcome with sadness at the thought of leaving.
“I’ll pack my things.” You whisper, feeling Foila asleep against your chest, and Tauriel sends you a sympathetic gaze, watching you lay Foila on the bed.
“I wish you the best, my friend.” You hug her again before shutting the door and moving to pack your things. Sobs suddenly escape your lips, tears cascading down your cheeks in dismay as you pack your things. You glance at the bassinet, finding a small green blanket.
“For her.” Legolas had said with a soft smile, Foila eagerly taking it from his hands. “It was mine.”
“I cannot ask you to give that up to her–”
“I’m not giving it up, I’m offering.”
You bring the fabric to your nose, taking in Legolas’s scent with another soft cry as you tuck it into your bag. As you gently close your bag, the door opens, and you stiffen up, quickly wiping your cheeks. You turn, met with the sharp glare of Thruanduil, Legolas stood behind him, face etched with an emotion you could not name.
“You are a liar.” The king’s voice rings out, making your shoulders drop.
“I don’t understand why I had to specify.”
“You’ve brought a dwarf mutant into my kingdom. That’s betrayal enough. I expect you out of my kingdom by sunrise.” You nod, giving a polite bow as the king files out. When you look back up, Legolas has stepped into your space, looking down at you.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes filling with tears again. He scans your face, eyes lingering on the swelling of yours, his heart beating horribly out of his chest.
“I am sorry.” He says gently, making your brows furrow. “I shouldn’t have run… I shouldn’t have cowered. She is just a baby.” You scan his face in disbelief.
“I have to leave.” You mutter, making him nod as you gently set a few pieces of fabric on the bed. You watch, eyes softening at the baby clothes.
“The weavers sized them up for the growth she’ll have over the winter.” You nod slowly, reaching out to touch the soft, white fabric.
“Thank you for the hospitality, Legolas.” He looks down at you, heart stirring uncomfortably beneath his ribs, breath caught in his throat along with a word he couldn’t make himself mutter.
“I hope I will see you again.” He chokes out, making you face him, fists clenched with discomfort.
“Mirkwood was wonderful.”
»
Winter came fast after you’d left the gates. The forests were blanketed in snow, slowing your travels, but Foila didn’t mind. The elven clothing was warm to her skin, not to mention the share of your body heat swaddled against your chest. You stopped in small towns and villages as you moved, letting the other dote over your baby, but it never felt the same as watching the elves indulge in the youth of your child.
Legolas had not stopped thinking of you. The weeks passed slowly, and his fear increased as word of a devastating blizzard reached his ears. He was restless, unable to calm his heart. Your safety and Foila’s giggles swirled helplessly in his dreams before he’d sit upright, sheets tousled around him.
“Father.” He’d approached the throne early the next morning, making Thranduil raise a brow.
“It’s early.”
“I’m leaving for the forests.”
“Why? The blizzard–”
“I will not leave them in the cold to die. They are mortal.”
“She should’ve thought of that before sleeping with that dwarf and continuing her journeys as a mere ranger.” Legolas’s gaze narrows angrily.
“I have made up my mind–”
“This is your heart, not your mind. She is not worth this turmoil.”
“She’s worth more than that kingdom.” Thranduil watches his son closely, overwhelmed with a feeling of watching his late wife argue with him.
“My son–”
“I’m finding her and bringing her back.”
“Your mother would’ve done the same.” Thranduil blurts out suddenly, making Legolas’s eyes widen. “You let her out into the forests to save a hurt butterfly once. Please just– just come back.” Thranduil swallows, making Legolas slowly nod.
His trek was long, scanning every part of the forest he could in the snow, worried that each step could lead him closer to discovering your possible mortal demise, Foila still tucked protectively against your chest. He desperately tried to push the ideas away as his journey continued.
»
You had found a small cave to rest in as the storm slowly ramped up, the snowflakes glittering in the moonlight. You watched helplessly, knowing this storm was nothing to mess with. You’d wrapped Foila in her warmest clothes, but she continued to whine and fuss against your chest. “I’m sorry, my love.” You whisper. “I don’t like the cold either.”
The night passed painfully slowly, your form restless against the cold air. Your fingers felt like icicles as you pulled your blanket tighter around Foila. Your lips were probably blue, tears of discomfort frozen to your cheeks.
“She still matches your quality of disliking the cold, hm?” The voice makes you jolt, reaching for a small dagger in defense. “Why don’t you have a fire going?” You let out a soft sob of relief as Legolas approaches you.
“It was too windy… my hands are too cold.” You whimper, making him grab something from his small bag and gently pull gloves over your hands.
“Is Foila warm enough?” You nod, wiping your nose softly.
“Why are you here?” He smiles, watching you closely.
“I couldn’t– the guilt– the storm– I just– I needed you safe.” He whispers, making you glance up at him.
“Your father–”
“Said my mother would’ve done the same.” He moves to sit beside you, blocking the wind. “We’ll travel back to Mirkwood once the snow has slowed.” You nod slowly, letting your head drop to rest on his shoulder in exhaustion. He smiles, kissing the crown of your head as he feels your body go lax with much-needed sleep.
He watches the snow until the sun slowly creeps through the flakes, looking back over to you as Foila stirs and blinks up at him before letting out a happy squeal and making your head shoot up. Foila despratley wiggles from your swaddle and reaches out to Legolas, tugging on his braid with a gleeful giggle. You watch with a smile, seeing the way he gently greets her and smooths her clothing. “I was worried it was a final dream.” You whisper, tucking your head back onto his shoulder.
“I kept having dreams of the two of you joining the forests… finding you in the spring.” He whispers.
“I was hoping that if I didn’t make it, someone would at least find her.” Legolas shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“It’s a mother’s love.” You reach out to cup Foila’s cheek.
“Mothers need love, too.” You smile at the almost cheesy statement.
“Are you sure your father is alright with me returning?” He nods, moving his eyes from Foila’s to yours.
“I don’t care what he thinks. I cannot– I cannot stomach the idea of the two of you anywhere… without me.” He sighs softly, the breath reaching your lips.
“Legolas–”
“Do humans really believe in love at first sight?” You can’t help but giggle softly at the elf's curious words.
“Most don’t believe in it until they’ve felt it?”
“Do you feel it?” He whispers with a soft gulp, making your smile soften.
“Do you?” You tease lightly, watching the blush creep from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
“I think so.” Your eyes drop to his lips, a moment of warning or time to pull back, but he doesn’t, gently meeting your lips in the middle. You hold there for a long second, feeling a tear squeeze from your eyes in relief.
You break apart at a loud shriek from Foila, looking up at the two of you with a wide grin, clapping softly. “She has a tooth!” Legolas exclaims, making you smile.
“It’s been making her awfully fussy.” Legolas frowns, kissing the baby’s forehead.
“I can only imagine.” He mutters as you gently kiss his cheeks.
“Should we start moving?” He glances at you again, giving you a soft peck.
“I think we can indulge in this for a bit longer.”
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The trip to Mirkwood takes three days with the snow, but it feels like no time at all beside each other. Legolas carries Foila most of the day, wanting to give your back a break and seeing as it was easier for him to move through the snow. Foila was now saying “Las!” with excited squeals along with lots of “mamas.” Legolas happily indulged in all of it, having teasing conversations with the baby that made you double over with laughter.
When you reached the gate, Legolas handed Foila back to you and led you, bringing you to the king. You bowed softly, wincing as Foila blew a raspberry at the tall man. Legolas let out a soft snicker in amusement. “So the mortal survives.”
“Not without the aid of your son.”
“A trait he gained from his mother, no doubt.” You send Legolas a smile as Foila babbles. “What do you intend to do with her, Legolas?”
“Las!” Foila squeals excitedly, making Thraunduil’s eyes narrow.
“The child says your name.” He mutters to Legolas, making his son nod proudly as he watches Foila in your arms.
“She does.”
“Why?”
“She likes him.” You butt in.
“They’re staying in Mirkwood. With me. As my guests.” Legolas straightens his shoulders, making a defensive stance as Thranfuils studies him for a long moment.
“You’re lucky your mother has such a strong hold on my soul,” Thranduil mutters, making Legolas smile and nod to his father. You follow after him, into the caverns and up some stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“My quarters. I had some of the maids bring a crib whilst I was gone.” You shoot him a grateful smile. The room was much grander than yours, with a large balcony overlooking the snowy landscape. Foila squirms out of your arms and decides to crawl around and explore the space. Legolas watches as you approach the large windows.
You smile when his arms move around your middle, and his lips gently meet your cheek. “It’s beautiful.” You wistfully whisper.
“I have a much better view.” You roll your eyes at the cheesy line with a snicker.
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Kíli said it to Tauriel one time.” You nod, cupping his cheek and kissing the other with a light grin.
“It was very cheesy.”
“You love the fondue here.” You snort happily, turning to face him and pecking his lips.
“I cannot argue with you on that.” He kisses you with a gentle hum before pulling away and facing a babbling Foila. You gasp, noticing her standing on two feet, tightly gripping the sheets of the bed with a proud smile. You drop to your knees, encouraging her to move towards you, her giggles increasing as she slowly lets go of the bedding and takes small, shaky steps. She makes it to your arms, making you scoop her up with a loud exclamation of joy.
“Was that the first time she’s walked?” Legolas asks, making you nod, bouncing Foila. “She’s strong like her mother.”
“And just as wonderful as her father.” You look over your shoulder with an affectionate smile, watching your words wash over the elf.
“When you braided my hair on the fourth day of your stay, did you know what it meant?” Your brows furrow, and you shake your head.
“A courting ritual in elven culture.”
“Then I guess it worked, hm?” He laughs, pulling the two of you into a tight hug.
Love your work so much!!!! I was wondering if you could do a trinity Santos x reader where the reader gets involved in a major accident like a car crash and is injured and santos is like crashing out. Lots of angst!!! Sorry if this is terribly explained 😭
Windshield ꔮ Trinity Santos
f! reader
ao3 link
wc: 1,800+
summary: trinity's girlfriend ends up in the er.
tags: var accident, broken bones, vomit, canon typical medical stuff, angst with a happy ending, dennis being a good friend and robby being a good father figure to trinity
a/n: love you all!!!!!
divider cred: me!
“Dennis, I need you to go get Trinity,” Dana says seriously, making the man raise a brow at her tone.
“What’s going on?”
“Do you know her?” Dana asked, turning your license around. “Trinity is her emergency contact.”
“Is she ok?”
“She just got rolled in from a major MVA. Broken tibia and some broken ribs, probable concussion.” Dennis nods slowly, glancing over to the trauma room and seeing your lifeless body being tended to.
“We need to get Langdon off the case before she finds out. Trinity will lose it.”
“We can’t just take an R4 off the case.” Dennis shakes his head.
“Dana, please get him off the case. Just trust me. Have Samria step in… please.” The nurse watches him for a long moment before nodding.
“Go tell Trinity. I think she’s in North four.” Dennis’s feet move before his mind catches up, pushing into the room.
“Trinity.” She raises a brow, clearly frustrated that he was interrupting the moment with her patient. “Step outside with me, please.” He gives the woman a polite smile before stepping into the ER and facing his roommate. “Put your stuff down.”
“Why are you being so weird?” Dennis looks over her shoulder, watching Samria take over your case and Langdon stepping out.
“Don’t freak out.”
“Dennis.”
“Major MVA. Broken tibia, broken ribs, probable concussion.” He explains, making her brows furrow further.
“Who are you talking about? I can’t join a trauma right now.”
“Trinity,” Dennis whispers, watching her realization slowly creep over her skin, her face whitening.
“If you’re fucking with me, I’ll kill you.”
“Trauam two.” Trinity tucks her stethoscope in her pocket, running across the floor and pushing into the room. She stands frozen, watching Robby and Samira work around your body. The machines go silent in her ears, her body locked in a horrible place.
“-inity? Trinity!” Robby’s voice echoes out, making her head snap up, trying desperately to keep herself together.
“What?” She snaps.
“Do you know her?”
“It– it’s my– it’s–” A sob fills the space, ripped from her lips as she moves to your side, grasping your hand. “My girlfriend…” All the hands in the room pause for a brief moment before the gazes soften sympathetically. Robby nods, moving back to continue tending to your lifeless body.
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“Three broken ribs, broken tibia, and we’ll assess for concussion when she wakes up, ok?”
“She’s gonna wake up,” Trinity assures herself gently, Samira's voice garbled by the fear in her veins.
“She’s got a really strong chance,” Robby says, making Trinity squeeze her eyes shut. The door shuts somewhere behind her, leaving her with your body, thumb gently tracing your knuckles.
“The police said the crash wasn’t your fault… the other car’s brakes went out…” She sniffles, reaching up to trace your cheek, ignoring how horrible it felt to see a tube down your throat. “They found my lunchbox in your car.” Her tears come stronger. “I wanted to see you but not– not like this… I wish I had never forgotten my lunch– this– this is all my fault.” She sobs loudly, minding the injured parts of your body. A knock echoes in the room, but she doesn’t bother to look up as steps approach her.
Dennis sets a bottle of water and a small takeout container full of soup from the cafeteria on the small table next to your bed. “How’s she doing?” He asks, wrapping an arm around Trinity’s shoulders, giving her a side hug.
“She’s going to wake up, Dennis.” He nods softly.
“She’s strong, and she’s strong for you.”
“Our second anniversary is in two weeks… I got– I got her a promise ring.” Trinity’s voice wobbles with a vulnerability that broke Dennis’s heart. He didn’t bother mentioning that he knew about the ring, having helped her shop for it.
“She’ll be awake. She’ll come back to you.”
“She has a tube down her throat.” Trinity sobs out, burying her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees.
“She’s going to be alright.”
“She just wanted to bring me my lunch– it’s all my favorite fault– I–I– I forgot my lunch–”
“This isn’t your fault; it was all a horrible accident.”
“I should have been me! She– she doesn’t fucking deserve this!” Trinity cries, pushing Dennnis away. His expression softened, knowing Trinity needed her space with you.
“Neither of you deserves either part of this. Don’t blame yourself… and she’d be a mess if this happened to you…” Trinity lets out another cry, reaching forward to grab your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Robby needs to come in and do some vital checks soon, ok?” She nods, shoulders shaking horribly as he moves to step out of the room. “Please eat or at least drink some water. She’d like that.”
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“How are you doing, Santos?” Robby’s voice rings out, making her look over her shoulder at the other man.
“I’m not the one you should be asking.” She sniffles, making Robby’s eyes soften. He moves to check over your vitals and assess your condition.
“She’s improving.” Trinity nods with another sniffle, your hand clutched tightly in hers. “Are you ok?” He asks again, watching her hesitate and shake her head. A fatherly hand lands on her shoulder, squeezing it. “She’s going to be ok. She’ll pull through. Keep talking to her.”
“She’s going to wake up.” She affirms again, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Have you eaten?” She shakes her head with a sigh through her nose.
“I tried… I just… I– I can’t.”
“Did you at least drink some water?” She nods slowly, gesturing to the empty water bottle. “You should go home. Get some rest, and come back to–”
“No.”
“Trinity.”
“I’m not leaving till she fucking wakes up.” The words are laced with poison and pain, making Robby squeeze her shoulder again.
“Then at least try to sleep.”
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“How’s she doing?” Samira asks Dennis gently, watching her through the window.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this.”
“I’ve never seen her cry until she stepped into the trauma room.”
“They’ve been together for almost two years… Trinity loves the hell out of her.” The man explains.
“Don’t we all? She brings us cookies.” They both laugh lightly, smiling at the thought of your bubbly presence.
“I helped Trinity find a promise ring for her. She’s supposed to give it to her in a week.” Samira frowns, glancing back up at Trintiy’s hunched form.
“Had she even left the room?”
“Robby and I basically had to drag her out to get her to go home, shower, and eat. But other than that… she can’t pull herself away.” Samira nods slowly.
“Robby thinks she could wake up any time now.” Samira whispers, making Dennis nod.
“I hope so. Trinity needed it.” They both watch as Trinity kisses your knuckles again.
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When your eyes flutter open, pain is the first feeling you understand. Then it’s the claustrophobic feeling of the tube down your throat, eyes widening in panic. Trinity’s face fills your vision as a few tears fall down your cheeks, her voice slowly starting to fill your ears. “Hey–hey–hey– It’s me– you- you were in a pretty bad accident… You have a tube down your throat… you’re ok…” She soothes, and your eyes soften at the panic in her eyes.
“She’s awake?” A voice blurts in, the sound of a door closing alerting you to someone else. You see Robby’s face behind her, a light smile on his face.
“Can I take the tube out?” Trinity asks, and you watch Robby consider it slowly before nodding.
“But for the record, I did.” She nods, snapping on a pair of gloves.
“I need you to take a deep breath… this isn’t going to feel good.” She whispers, making you nod. “Take a deep breath and let it out.” You follow her instructions, gasping and coughing as the tube leaves your throat, pain erupting from your ribs as you let out a cry. “I’m sorry,” Trinity whispers, pulling her gloves off and kissing your temple.
“You’ve got three broken ribs, a broken tibia, and you probably have a concussion.”
“Who hit me?” You croak out.
“Some guy’s brakes went out,” Trinity explains.
“I remember you forgot your lunch.” She nods slowly, wiping a tear with her sleeve.
“It’s all my fault.” She sniffles, making you shake your head, which you regret immediately, your vision swarming.
“Vomit–” You sputter out, making Robby grab a small pan and holding it to your mouth. Trinity watches helplessly, frozen before snapping back into everything and grabbing a cloth to wipe the corners of your mouth when you finish. Robby scans over a few more things before slipping out of the room. “What day is it?” You ask after Trinity had given you a sip of water.
“Thursday.”
“Our dinner reservations for tomorrow–” She shakes her head with a light smile, eyes scanning over your face.
“You being awake is better than any dinner plans.” She sits next to your leg that didn’t have a cast, cupping your cheeks and giving you a gentle peck.
“I probably taste like vomit.” You whine, making her laugh.
“I don’t care.” She soothes, kissing you again.
“This isn’t the best place for a second anniversary.” You mumble, making her smile widen.
“But it’s ours.”
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You wake the next morning slowly, looking around your room and finding Trinity still beside you. “You should’ve gone home and slept.” You whisper, voice weak with sleep, as you reach to toy with her fingers.
“Didn’t want to.” She kisses you gently. “Happy two years.” You grin.
“Sorry, it has–”
“Stop apologizing… I… well– I would say I wouldn’t want it any other way but… I’d rather you not be hurt.” You laugh softly, wincing at the pain in your ribs.
“Thank goodness my girlfriend of two years is an amazing doctor who’ll know how to take care of me, hm?” You watch a bashful blush coat her cheeks and laugh.
“I have a gift for you.” She says, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a small box. You groan, making her raise a brow.
“Mine’s hidden at the apartment.”
“We can get it when we get you home.” You nod, taking the small box from her hands and opening it. The pain in your body momentarily disappears as you look at the ring.
“Trinity–”
“I’m not proposing… It’s a promise ring.” You nod slowly, the beautiful ring blurred in your vision by the fresh tears pooling at your waterline.
“I’d hug you if my ribs didn’t hurt.” You laugh, making her smile wider. She gently slips the ring on your finger as you kiss her again.
“Can we add a promise of never having to see you as a patient again?” She teases, making you tuck a stray hand of hair behind her ear with a nod.
