come out, come out, little dragonfly ~ aerion targaryen x valeryon!reader
part 1 | part 2
synopsis: a dragon has no master, aerion brightflame had always told himself, that’s why he was better than his brothers, then his father and uncle. they submitted to the wills of people who should worship them as they once did when dragons still ruled along side house targaryen. why is it then that the day of his tenth name day that he meets a strange girl conversing with dragonflies in the royal gardens and decides she is the only one who deserves to feel the warmth of his fire, not the burn of it?
triggers: aerion’s a dick but what else is new, he does get down bad for you though cause i think when he loves he loves HARD, violence (not towards you), blood, not full smut but some teasing, some edging of us and aerion, valeryon!reader but i don’t actually know the lore so they are maybe distant cousins?? nobody knows really nor does it matter.
a/n: sooooo im back. just for a hot second though because ive been horny on the main for finn bennett and needed to get this out of my system while i procrastinate about my summer classes :) this was originally just supposed to be a one shot but i wrote a lotttttt so this is part one! enjoy!
Name day parties were for babies. Aerion had told his father this weeks prior when he had requested having a jousting tournament in his honor, allowing him to participate in his first tourney for his tenth name day. But no, his father had decided to throw a party instead, inviting only the most important and most boring people in the kingdom to come witness not even his first son’s name day. It was all just a way to keep his mother happy whilst she was pregnant once more with his newest sibling while continuing to garner support for the Targaryen family continuing to hold the throne. Now that dragons no longer exist, the fear and respect that their family’s title use to hold was withering day by day.
It was entirely idiotic in Aerion’s opinion. Which is why he had wandered off from his own party, snatching a goblet of imported wine from right under his father’s nose and running off. Daeron did not watch his cups well enough. The young prince had gone off to the royal gardens, on the other side of the grounds as to not alert the guests or his father to his disappearance. He barely ever spent any time here, obviously preferring the training grounds or watching the tourneys perform. While he couldn’t participate himself quite yet per his father’s rule, but he still prepared for the day that he could and would dominate the field as was promised to him. But this place was…pleasant enough.
He could see why his mother enjoyed it. Creeping vines climbed up the stone walls of the castle in the large enclosed courtyard of the royal gardens. There were flowers from almost every corner of the world in these walls. The paths were paved as he strolled through the greenery. He’d already swallowed the remainder of the wine and discarded his gold goblet into the bushes for the grounds keepers to find later. It was incredibly quiet here, a stark contrast to the party he had abandoned. There was only the occasional buzzing of the bees zipping around the blossomed flowers.
“Hello lovely.” A soft voice called from deeper in the brush.
Beside the stone gazebo in the far corner of the garden, sat on the stone pathway with her periwinkle dress flared out around her was a girl. Though he had thought that the endearment had been directed at him, plenty of woman of the court called him such things in passing in order to gain his family’s favor, its hadn’t been.
You, the girl sat on the ground, dirtying the bottoms of your skirts and no doubt scraping your knees against the rocks, were talking with delight at the large bug perched on your nose. You had a stupid little smile on your face as you crossed your eyes to look at the creature on you. He didn’t know you though, you weren’t at the party nor did you resemble anyone he might know. How had you even found this place? Nobody was supposed to just have free rein of the castle grounds. How had nobody stopped you from getting this far? And what kind of an idiot child sat on the ground playing with bugs when there was a party going on hosted by the most powerful family in the land?
His brows furrowed in the middle in frustrated confusion as he pointedly asked, “What are you doing?”
You turned, fast enough to startle the bug off of your nose but he didn’t go far, instead perching on top of your head, facing him like it itself was offended at his intrusion.
Now looking at him, Aerion could see the uniqueness of you. Over half of your eyelashes on your right side were pure white. A few were laced in with your dark lashes on the other side as well. You also had a halo of white hair on the crown of your head, only the front part of your thick hair. You must be apart of the Velaryon family then, or the Plumm house, ones with ties to the Targaryen bloodline and reaped only its benefits of white hair and violet eyes. He himself had only gotten one of those traits from his father, it seemed you did as well. At least his hair wasn’t patchy like yours or Valarrs was.
“Making friends,” You said simply and softly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “And yourself?”
Aerion scoffed as though you were beneath him, which at the moment you were, “I don’t need to explain my actions to you.”
Maybe he didn’t know what reaction he was expecting, most likely the usual one of apology or the turn of their head as they let it go, but you just saying, “Alright then.” wasn’t it. You’d just gone back to whatever you had been doing with your large bug like you actually didn’t care about his rejection of conversation with you.
That might have stung worse than anything else you could have done.
“Why are you here instead of at the party?” He asked, stepping forward. His eyes traced over the embroidery at the bottom of your skirts. You had dragons etched into the fabric.
“I don’t quite like parties. People.”
His eyes furrowed once again, this time his lip jutting out just a bit, “What does that mean?”
“The people of the court but in general as well speak on things with a toitiness of genius’s, which they are not. They don’t know anything yet they speak as though they do. It’s unnecessary.” You didn’t look at him the entire time you were speaking, continuing to occupy your attention with the flowers right in front of your face.
“Hmm.” Trying to ignore the blatant disrespect you have shown your prince in this brief interaction, he was growing more and more curious about this strange girl sat on the ground that held the same sentiments of the court as he did. “I agree. It’s bothersome entirely, especially when knowing they are talking out of their ass and not hiding it well at all.”
You giggled at his vulgar language, ducking your head further into yourself as you did so. Your shoulders shook lightly while you laughed. It wasn’t a horrible sound to Aerion.
“You’re silly.” You commented, now looking at him with some manic grin on your stupid face.
Obviously, the princeling took great offense to this as he almost recoiled at such a childish notion, “I’m not silly! Silly is for children, I am a dragon.”
Your face shines with genuine wonder now as you said, “You’re a dragon? I’ve never met a dragon before.”
His chest puffs at that as a smirk graces his face. “Well then, you should be so lucky.”
“I must be then.”
He just stared at you as you turned your attention back to the large bug that was still sat on your head. It had vacated for a brief moment when you had laughed, only hovering around you for a moment before finding itself spot again.
“What is that?”
You turned to him again, each time you did it felt as though there was a light shining on him, an odd warmth of some kind.
“My friend? It’s a dragonfly, funny enough.”
“A dragonfly?” He decided to lower himself to your level, crouching down beside you to get a better look, “That thing doesn’t resemble a dragon at all.” His words spit out with an edge of disgust at the mer notion of a bug being compared to a fearsome beast.
You lifted your hand up to your head, flat and still, as you offered it to the dragonfly. It waited for a moment before it lifted off of your head, wings beating so fast he couldn’t even see them anymore, and flying in a small loop before handing on your fingers.
You held your hand between the two of you to show him.
“They were named after dragons for the similarities between their predatory hunting skills. They used to be called the Devil’s Horse or kēlio sōvēs in High Valyrian.” You seemed excited to tell him such a thing, your large eyes gazing over the creature perched on your finger with glee.
“You speak High Valyrian?”
“Enough so. I read.”
Aerion decided then that you were interesting enough to keep around. Your soft manner of speaking and the oddity you held yourself with told him that you were entirely and utterly different than all of those useless people at his undesired party. Still with no idea as to why you were here or who you were, he wanted you to stay and entertain him with silly facts and your laugh.
“We should go. My father will be looking for me and I’m not leaving you here alone when no one is actually supposed it be here.” Aerion stood up and held a hand out for you, looking off though, deciding that his pride with worth more than the look of surprise on your face.
“Can I bring my friend?” You asked innocently, thinking about showing your uncle your new friend now that it seemed like the dragonfly liked you and was planning on sticking around.
The prince shrugged, feeling you take his hand to stand up, “If it comes, it comes. I don’t think you have much of a say in the matter.”
“Okay!” You used your other hand to place the little guy on your head and continued on down the path with him.
While he hadn’t meant to be holding hands with you, you still held onto him through your walk and Aerion didn’t know quite how he felt about that.
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It wasn’t until the next day that Aerion found out from his uncle, Baelor, that you were here at his party and for the next three moons cycles because of a deal he had made with your father. You were of House Velaryon, as Aerion had correctly assumed, which is why you had the little bits of white hair that matched his own. And due to the three brothers in line before you and being the last of your siblings, your father wanted to make something of you, away from home. Which is why he asked Baelor for his help.
“A ward? What need have you for a ward?” Aerion’s father, Maekar asked harshly over the breakfast table. He had no mind for the fact that you, the ward in question, was sat at the other end of the long table. You didn’t seem to be paying attention to their conversation anyway, your head laid against the table on the side as you watched the flames of the candle sticks.
Aerion’s attention was spilt between listening to them and watching your silly actions. You’d slept in the baby’s empty but done up room last night on a little cot. Apparently Maekar had missed the letter that Baelor wrote to him weeks ago about your arrival so no arrangements he’d asked for had been done. You didn’t seem to mind either way, with the way that you’d curled up like a cat on the little cot on the floor. You’d said such to Baelor when it apologized for the inconvenience caused by his brothers overlooking nature.
“Well, there is plenty that needs doing and plenty that I need a little extra help with. She also has incredible hearing when she wants to. Her father told me that she had been able to write down an entire conversation he had with his knights one evening after hearing the whole thing. Such a talent will be great for meetings. Plus, it’ll be nice for Dyanna to have some help once the babe arrives, right?”
After the festivities yesterday, the woman in question was resting in their room currently. So much socializing had taken too much energy from her apparently.
Maekar grunted at this in consideration, a man of few words but when those words happened, they were normally gruff and without pleasantries. You’d figured this out already, not taking offense to anything from simply the way he was saying it. You’d figured out the same thing about Aerion as well. His words though were laced with malice and intended on seeing just how far he could push people’s boundaries, how much the title of prince would protect him and let him walk through the world without having to carefully polish his words. You saw past that though, you’d seen it in the garden yesterday when he had continued to ask you questions about yourself. In the fact that he had listened to your fun fact without interrupting. He wasn’t entirely the person he put on for the show. That was who you were going to be friends with.
Maekar on the other hand as he thought about Baelor’s plans and trying to remember when the fuck he ever could have sent him a letter given the fact they lived in the same fucking castle, he was more fascinated with his own son. The son that he been a little terror since the day he was born, finding amusement in other people’s misery and being much too excited by the idea of participating in the tourneys. His son had never found a once of kindness to give to another person. And yet, last night he had came back to his own party with a girl in tow, holding his hand. And now, said son was staring at you. Watching you as if there was nothing better to do, ignoring the food in front of him for a much better view. Maekar had never seen him like this, so calm and…unbothered by the constant reminder of what he couldn’t have, his birth rate as a Targaryen. So maybe it would be good to have you here. Maybe you could make him more manageable as the years pass.
Your name was called from the other end of the table by Baelor’s brother. Your head shot up from its place on the table, giving them your full attention now instead of splicing it between the dancing of the candle flames and listening to their conversation.
“Yes, sir?”
“Do you like Kings Landing?” The man asked.
“Not particularly.”
He looked to Baelor with his hands thrown up just a little before turning back to you, “Why are you here then girl? Didn’t you want to get away from your family?”
“Well, it’s more of a question of did I want to get away from my family or did they want to be rid of me? The answer to both is yes. I do prefer Kings Landing to Storms End though. Less storms.” You answered so casually, like you hadn’t been talking to the incredibly fearsome man that was Maekar Targaryen. Like you were long standing friends or had been living with him for years.
“Where do you like?” Baelor asked, much kinder than his counter part.
“Summerhall. I know that is where your family resides for portions of the year so I do look forward to those visits while I am in your wardship.” You went back to cutting the pork slice on your plate into square sized pieces like it would be ridiculous to eat them any other way.
Instead of becoming angry at the presumption that you would be coming on any sort of trip with them, like Maekar would have been normally, the two brothers laughed. It was an unsettling sight to Aerion, who couldn’t wrap his mind around you and how you existed to the people around you. As odd as he found it, it was still intriguing enough to keep you around.
His chair pushed back suddenly, the scraping of its heavy wooden legs echoing through the mainly empty hall as he stood up. His family and you turned to him at the sudden interruption only halfway through breaking fast.
“I’m going to the training grounds,” He didn’t wait to be excused, he never did, but as he passed behind the back of your chair, he said something unexpected, “Come on, little dragonfly. You must watch me.”
He didn’t wait for you to come, Aerion just continued walking without word or turn to his father or uncle.
You on the other hand, despite the weird feeling in your chest at the sudden calling out, unexpected shame perhaps. You turned to Baelor though, making eye contact as you silently asked if you should go. He shrugged back and gave a little nod meaning you could if you want. You did. Pushing out your chair and placing your barely touched goblet in the middle of your plate, you went after him, speeding up a little with your hands grasping your skirts as to not trip.
It was from then on, it was assumed that where Aerion went, you were there as well. The same could be said the other way as well, where you went there was Aerion as well, but you were here as a ward to his uncle so there were times when you would have to wander off and attend meetings with Baelor. You’d act as cup barer, taking notes as needed, finding small things that were needed on a moment. The longer you did it though, the more comfortable you and Baelor became with each other to the point that you’d sometime whisper your own opinion on matters to him and he’d listen. It was silly but nice of him to pretend as though your words mattered in the ears of the men around him, you’d thought. That was probably why he would voice your opinion as if it was his own, so it was heard at least by other than him.
Meeting at nine and ten on Aerion’s name day, that day, had cemented whatever odd little relationship the two of you had. Maekar was probably the nicest to you than anyone else, especially after the passing of his lady wife. It was for the simple fact that you made his son more tolerant to be around. Aerion was still cocky and chauvinistic, an arrogant little shit, but his cruelty had far lessened in your presence. You were his opposite to the point where it was almost laughable how well the two of you got on. He was brash and rude to almost all people he met, finding fun in cutting down grown men twice his size while you were kind but quiet to everyone and hosted bug weddings in the royal garden. You were just there one day.
The two of you grew up together, it was later that year that his mother had passed while birthing his younger brother, Aegon, and you had been there for him. For the funeral and the after. He got angry and vile to the people around him, just not you, never was his anger directed at you.
There had only been once that he had, when he was in the depths of his sadness where it had turned into spitfire anger at everyone and everything. He had beaten a man bloody during training this morning and his father had had to wrestle him off of him and had shut him in his room ever since. Not that he could really keep him in there for long unless he locked the door. And he did.
You really hadn’t thought about waiting for him to completely cool off. You just walked in like usual, finding him in the corner of his room surrounded by destroyed books and pillows that had been ripped to shreds.
He did not meet your eyes as you spoke in your calm tone, “Why did you beat that man so badly? There was no need for that.”
The way you had meant it to come across was out of genuine interest. You liked to understand why people did things, especially after you had met Aerion and understanding why he was the way he was. So you wanted to know what drove him to such a violent act that got him thrown into a time out by his father. It did not come across this way though to Aerion.
“A prince does not have to explain himself to you, cunt!” He chucked a book towards your head, blinded with rage and grief that anyone questioning him would have gotten the same response from him, even you. The book hit the wall next to you, though you didn’t flinch. You just stared at him, unmoving and waiting for him to realize what he had done. You watched it slowly click for him that it had been you in that moment that he had tried to hurt, that he had called a cunt.
You didn’t say anything, you just walked out of his room and closed the door behind you harsher than normal.
It wasn’t until three days later when Aerion realized that you weren’t going to talk to him first. One of you was going to have to break soon and it seemed as though it wasn’t going to be you. You had invaded being alone with him skillfully at every turn, occupying yourself by throwing yourself into being a good ward and assisting Baelor in his meetings. You would walk in, lean down to his ear and then leave silently, even your footsteps were light. You’d always avoid stepping fully on the floor so your heels wouldn’t click in silent rooms.
It was the third day that Aerion tried to talk to you, it was just the wrong setting for it. It had been in the noon when the family was eating, Daeron was hung over at the end of the table and Aegon was being fed by one of the maids. You’d walked in, silently with a scroll in your hand and walked up behind the table to talk to Baelor. It was such a quick little interaction but you didn’t even look at him, just whispering something to Baelor when you handed him the scroll, standing while you waited for him to read it and then turning to leave once he handed it back to you.
“Wait,” Aerion sprung up from his seat and rushed to grab your wrist, stopping you from fully leaving the dining room.
You still said nothing, just looking down at his hand around your wrist before meeting his eyes with an indescribable expression.
“This is ridiculous-“ He could feel his fathers eyes, “Come on, I didn’t-“ Now his uncles, “It was a mistak-“ There was always this tense feeling in the air when the maids and servants got nervous during a emotional scene, “You’re being-…” His words trailed off that time, because he couldn’t get anything else to come out. You understood why. He couldn’t do this in front of them. There was a block in his mind, it had been there before his mother’s death but it had just become reinforced after that. A barricade he hid behind, even from his family. But not you. You slipped your hand from his loosened grasp and walked out of the dining hall.
It was two days later, five days after the book incident, that Aerion actually did come find you. You had been hiding out in the library for hours that day, trying to find as many books as you could on High Valyrian, as Baelor asked if you would be willing to learn some to make communication easier in the future. This wasn’t a huge ask at all for you, considering the fact that you had been wanting to learn for years and years but your parents refused you. They said it died when the last dragon did so it was useless now.
He’d found you in the early mornings of the day, before he had even broken his fast and he believed that you had been there all night, surrounded by yours and his family histories. You didn’t look up at the sound of his footsteps. So he did what he always wished to do, ripping the bandage off. Shoving the unopened book off your lap and onto the floor, Aerion rested his head on your lap like an overzealous fat cat, begging begrudgingly for attention.
Your brows furrowed at his disrespect of his family’s own books, a theme it seemed over these past few days, but his words stopped you.
“I apologize for my actions the other day. I shouldn’t have throw anything at you or called you a cunt. I didn’t fully realize it was you at the door. I wasn’t thinking well that day, after what happened.” His words were rushed, almost like it burned to say it at all. But his tone was still sincere and you took that into consideration more than anything else. That along with the red that painted his cheeks, his head was turned to the rest of the room as if to hide it but he couldn’t.
One of your hands tangled in his hair gently, nails scraping against his scalp like a cat which he preened at uncontrollably, before you grabbed and tugged his head to face you peering down at him to look in his eyes as you said in High Valyrian, “Are you truly sorry?”
His eyes widened at the language, clearly he had missed the subject of the books surrounding you, as he responded back, “Yes. Truly. You are the only one I…care for enough to never hurt.”
You smiled at this, that little one you did that was reserved for him he felt, as you let go off his hair and pet it back into its place.
“Good. Now stop hurting the books. They are older than you or I could even comprehend.”
He chuckled at this, making no move to leave as you returned your attention to the books and stayed with his head laid in your lap like a dog.
“Of course, little dragonfly. I’ll be mindful of them in the future.”
It was at ten and four when he first truly felt the weight of your absence. You’d started to return home for a little after six moon phases every time but it was this time that you were gone the longest you had been, it was a month entirely with the stay and the travel and Aerion could not have been more peeved at your departure. Apparently your mother had had another child and they wanted you home for meeting and celebrations for the babe. A stupid fucking reason for your leave but he couldn’t fight it from happening, no matter how much he hid your things so you couldn’t pack.
Aerion was draped dramatically across your fainting couch, arm covering his eyes as you bent over and picked up the corset he had stuffed under your armoire.
You’d turned to him with it in your hand as you said, “Aerion, you cannot keep doing this. I do have to go, it is only for a bit though.”
“A fucking month! That is not a bit, that is a moon cycle, I shall be ancient when you return.”
“Oh, the over dramatic prince. What would your father think should he see you in this state?”
“Where do you think I got this from? He is just like this himself, behind closed doors as I am now with you.”
You chuckled as he sat up on your couch to see you as you walked over to him and sat beside him.
“Do you not believe me when I say I will be back?”
His head tilted back, thinking about it, “I do. But you cannot promise that.”
There it was, the fear of abandonment that had only gotten worse since his mother’s death. And with it growing stronger, so did his anger towards the world.
“Yes I can,” You poked your finger into his chest, “You are not the only one with dragons blood coursing through your veins. If you may not be hurt by mortal men, that I shall not either.”
You’d left and with your departure, you’d left a grumpier and whiney Aerion in your wake. He refused to do anything that was apart of his usual routine, sleeping in his bedroom all hours of the day. By the second week, one of the servants had found him sparing with a straw dummy in the wee hours of the morning. He did not get dressed most days either. He was starting to resemble his brother more and more as your absence away grew. Maekar had even found him asleep at his desk one night, a week before you were to return, with the drawer stuffed full of unsent letters addressed to you in the most scribbled handwriting and odd smudges of ink. That was all the proof that Maekar needed to know that his son still felt things other than anger.
It was after this trip of yours that your relationship with Aerion entered a more confusing state of limbo for everyone around you. There was a physical aspect of your relationship now. In public or in the walls of the castle, your arm was wrapped around his. The two of you were seen together more than you were apart. At social events, you were always sat together with Aerion reaching over and eating off of your plate every so often as he whispered gossip in High Valyrian. At tourneys, he always asked for your favor and rode with your babies breath flower crown around his lance. Everyone could see how his eyes followed your form as you drifted through the halls and into council meetings for Baelor. Obviously nothing was said though, he was the prince, the one known for his sharp tongue and short temper.
It was one night, a fortnight since your trip home, a massive storm rolled over the Red Keep. You hated storms. This was well established and Aerion knew this, which was why he had stayed awake in his bed while he waited for you to come find him. As awful as it was, and he would never admit this out loud, but he liked when you were like this. Not the fact that you were afraid, but the fact that you found solace in him. You found him comforting enough to come to when afraid. The door opened and shut gently behind you in the dark before a clap of thunder shook the glass panes and you shuffled much quicker over to his bedside, specifically the side that was furthest from the window. Your light blue nightgown fell to your ankles and come up high on your collarbones, sleeveless though so you hurried to hide from the nipping air. His arm was already raised with the thick blanket up in his grasp as you slid in, cuddling into his chest to escape the fear of the floor grabbing at your ankles from the side of the bed. There was still the thin sheet between the two of you, afraid to burn you just with touch, but you two were still warm enough to feel the heat coming off your cheeks as pressed your face into his chest.
“It’s nothing that is real, little dragonfly.” He whispered to you, letting you burrow yourself further as the blankets settled around you two before letting his arms drape over you.
“But it feels real! In my ears, in my body, in my brain, it is as real as the pain of a burn or the chill of the ocean. Sensations…” You had shoved yourself against him as close as you could through the sheets in hopes of absorbing his warmth and taking it for yourself. Your legs extended as far as they would go like a cat’s until they tingled and ached with that good stretch feeling.
“That is why I am here to remind you of what is true and what isn’t.”
It was then that you seemed to finally relax enough to let sleep possess your mind, your body going lax in his arms. You’d never seemed to truly understand your position in your family or court, especially with the simple fact that you were the third oldest of five and the second daughter of your house. So you didn’t fully understand the weight of your relationship with Aerion, the rumors that would and had spread. The issues that a close relationship with a man would cause you and your family when it became time for you to be a woman. You didn’t think about that sort of thing, you just wanted to be here with Aerion. If someone asked, you’d say that you loved him, but how does one separate true love with comfortable love? You went to sleep with these thoughts swirling around your head, with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he shielded you from the thundering outside.
It was almost daybreak when Aerion awoke to the sound of his chamber doors opening once more, this time he knew it wasn’t you because you were beside him still. It was his father though who had walked in, coming to his bedside and staring down at the two of them. He knew your fear of thunder, it had been one of the reasons you left home to come here, but he had no idea this was happening until one of the chamber maids alerted him to the fact.
Aerion just stared up at his father as the old man whispered as to not stir you, “You can not keep doing this with her. You will sully her name.”
“Nothing is being sullied. She was just frightened.” He said back with a roll of his eyes and a small shift in the blankets to adjust.
“I have let this relationship become too close without discussing the facts of the matter,” He knelt down beside the bed and looked his son dead on as he continued with a breath, “If any of this behavior were to get out among the houses, as a prince it will be touch you but it will damage her. Her reputation, her standing as a ward here. If anyone even believes a rumor that you have…sullied her, nobody will court or suitor her and she will be ruined. This must stop.”
Aerion said nothing in return, only staring back at his father. You shifted again, closer to him as you let out a small whimper at whatever was happening in your mind then. His body naturally moved to suit you, tucking you further into the covers and into his chest, your cheek smushed against his collarbone and into his neck. Maekar stepped back but held eye contact with his son. Aerion didn’t have to say anything, his eyes did all the talking usually anyway. His gaze only told his father how ridiculous the notion was that you would ever be married to another man.
hey guys. I just wanted to come on here and post a quick apology about my lack of new content and updates. A lot has been going on in my life. I have been getting sick constantly, family members have been dying, mental health shit as per usual. And because of all of this, I’ve been falling really behind in my schoolwork, which only contributes to my mental health shit. Just so all of you are aware, when I do get caught up in the next week, I will continue working on the WIPs I have been working on the last couple of months (very slowly, but surely). Like the last part of kidnapped back, the jack abbott and samira mohan threesome fic I’ve been working on and my Titus Danforth fic that I’m over halfway finished with.
thank you for your patience obviously and I hope you enjoy what i put out when i does come out <3
KISS! KISS! KISS! ~ michael robinavitch x reader x jack abbott
start here!
synopsis: dana, being all knowing, watches both the night and day shift very slowly put the pieces together on you, jack and robby’s relationship
triggers: mentions of cheating?? nobody is cheating though….this is pretty much all fluff so enjoy!
a/n: hiiiii guys! for those of you who have already read my trinkets series, here is a little follow up blurb that i thought was a cute idea so i hope you enjoy and feel free to send me any requests for ideas taking place in this universe! for those of you who haven’t read my series, you don’t have to have read it to understand what is happening in this blurb but it does give some nice background knowledge on what’s going on, plus i think it’s good so there is a link above for those who want to check it out. it is also on my pinned masterlist at the top of my page! enjoy!
Sometimes, Dana doesn’t want to be in charge of fixing her world’s problems. Sometimes the people around her just need to figure shit out for themselves while she watches the chaos ensue. It’s nice, in small doses. She hadn’t had chaos and confusion like this since her first husband.
The sound of your heels clicking against the hard polished floors of the ED were like a dog whistle to Robby, honestly to either of your men but he was the one in sight that she watched whip around to find were the sound was coming from like you were delivering the cure to cancer. It was cute, made her chuckle under her breath watching him like this. It was good for him, both him and Jack.
Robby’s arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, tucking your head into his neck as you moved the large tupperware you were carrying to one hand so you could hug him back.
“What are you doing here, honey? I thought you were booked for today.”
“I had a last minute cancellation so I figured I’d drop by some treats for you and your people.”
“Ugh, you’re just trying to fatten me up.” He groaned unserious in his fake annoyance as he was practically hanging off you now.
“Well, if you eat me to eat you up, you know how to ask.” Despite the scandalous undertone to your words, your face hadn’t changed, still smiling as if you were none the wiser to what you were doing to him.
“You’re killing me.” He said, nudging his nose against yours, walking forward a bit to move the two of you a little further behind a partition so that nobody could see the two of you so close at his place of work.
“Well, it’s a good thing we are in a hospital then.” You giggled as he captured your lips hungrily, happily taking the container from your hand and tucking it under his arm so that he could feel your hands on the back of his neck, creeping upwards. You in his life, here at his place of work had made his job so much easier and so much harder at the same time. Cause now he had something to look forward to outside of work. His talks with Jack on the roof which had morphing into making out up there like a couple of high schoolers didn’t count in his mind cause they were still on the clock then. He looked forward to seeing you, going to bed with you, just being with you but that’s also what made it harder. He couldn’t continue with his toxic habit of throwing himself into his work because he just wanted to be done and get back to you. He was actually using his time off when he hadn’t ever done that before besides the day Adamson passed. Obviously he wasn’t unfocused or anything during work but he cared about his well being now and that could be difficult for him with a job like this.
You pulled away first after a few moments, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the old zip up hoodie material under your fingers, “Just a couple more hours, baby. You got this.”
“Thank you, honey.”
With one more kiss to his cheek and a pat on his chest, you walk away towards the exit doors. Waving to Dana as you passed with a wide smile, you didn’t even notice the two stood behind her, staring at you with bugged eyes.
“Hey, Dana, who’s the Barbie and how the hell did Robby bag her?” Trinity asked here across the nurses station.
“None of your business, missy. All you got to know is she’s amazing and she brings us all food so let’s just be grateful that he did bag her.”
“Oo, there’s snacks?” Dennis pulled Trinity towards the break room where Robby had just dropped off your teal tupperware.
“Hey, bring me some!”
~
Shen was the first on the night shift to meet you. You know, outside of being a patient at the hospital. You seemed familiar for some reason, a little part of his brain was nagging him over where he had seen you before.
“Which is your little one?”
Your voice almost startled him, despite the fact that the two of you had been stood next to each other for the past ten minutes.
“Oh, uh- my fiancée’s daughter. That one over there.” He gave a little wave to Emi, who waved back excitedly from her desk. It was career day today at her school and she had asked him to come since her mom had come last year and she didn’t want everyone to hear about her mechanic job again and how to change a tire and such. Her words, not his.
“Aww, she’s adorable. Love the pigtails.”
“Thanks, did them myself. Who’s yours?”
“The teacher is actually a friend of mine. He wanted to make sure there was a variety of careers to choose from and asked me to come.”
“Oh, what do you do?” Seriously, he had to know you from somewhere. Was it a party somewhere, a mutual friend maybe?
“I’m a hairdresser, hairstylist, whichever term you prefer. I work over on 7th, off Lamont.”
“That’s close to the hospital where I’m at.”
Your hand grabbed his arm excitedly, “You work at PTMC?”
“Yeah, night shift, which means I haven’t slept innnnnn,” Shen looked to his watch, “fifteen hours, so I’m running on pretty much nothing right now. Can’t wait to tell them about that fun aspect of the medical field.”
You chuckled behind your hand, “Yeah, I’ve heard all about it. I’m dating someone on night shift. I’m sure your fiancée has heard all about your sleep deprived decisions.”
“Who are you dating? I probably know them.”
“Jack Abbott?”
Oh my god, that’s where he knows you. He has seen you as his boss’s screen saver. It was a photo of you laughing somewhere lit by fairy lights around you. Parker had talked about how Jack’s girlfriend would send him in with really good protein treats. He had eaten those protein treats and they were really good.
“Oh my god, you are the one woman who bakes those delicious little treats.”
“Yes! Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you!” You wrapped him up in a really nice hug suddenly, “I love meeting Jack’s co workers, you all are so nice.”
“Ah, I see you haven’t met Emery yet then.”
~
Mel knew you. She’d gotten into a long conversation with you one day at the end of her shift about cooking and baking while Robby hovered awkwardly behind you. You were so nice and bubbly, it was really enjoyable to talk to you. You’d even offered her a ride home, or to the care facility where her sister is, but she said no thank you after clocking the exhausted look on his face and the silent pleading for her to go away. Yes, she actually can take a hint, so she parted ways in hopes that you would want to talk with her again.
Something odd happened though. A small thing that if she had given no thought to, it probably wouldn’t matter. Unfortunately, she was paying attention and she did notice it.
While coming into one of her shifts a few weeks later after your first conversation, Mel’s eye caught the bright outfit you were wearing across the street from the hospital. You were excitedly waving to someone, which she thankfully realized wasn’t her before she could wave back. Then she saw that it was Dr. Abbott. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you off the ground. Not entirely just friendly seeming but there was nothing else to suggest that she was seeing anything- oop, no. Now you two are kissing. Alright then.
Maybe she had been wrong about you and Dr. Robby. So she went to ask one of the members of the gossiping trio.
“Hey, Santos,” Mel started as she saddled up beside her at the computers, “I have a question.”
“Shoot quickly, I have a kid with a very interesting rash to see.”
“You know the nice woman who brings us baked goods?”
“Robby’s girlfriend? Yeah I know of her, haven’t met her yet.”
“Oh. Okay, so they are dating.”
Trinity clicked off of what she was doing on the computer and fully swiveled to face her head on, “Last I heard. Why? What do you know?”
She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably, “Well, so I was outside coming in and I saw her across the street waving..”
Trinity whips her head almost comically towards where Dr. Robby was stood talking with Whitaker across the room before turning back, “Who was she waving at?”
“Dr. Abbott.”
She leaned back in her seat with a shrug, “Well, that kind of makes sense. Abbott and Robby are friends in the way that old men are friends, bros even.”
“Yeah well, I don’t think friends let their friends kiss their girlfriends passionately.”
“WHAT?!” Mel jumped at the volume of her voice. Quickly, Trinity ducked her head down in between her knees like she was about to have a panic attack, “Oh my god, this is huge…”
“Please, don’t tell anyone. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do in this situation! He’s my boss. Is it okay to even talk to him about his personal life?”
“You talk to me about your personal life all the time.”
“That’s different, we are friends/coworkers. He’s in charge of us as workers.”
“Hmm, true,” After a moment of contemplation, Trinity stood up and patted her shoulder as she passed slowly, “Don’t worry, I’ll gather some intel and figure out the situation.”
“Trinity, wait-“
“Shhhh, it’s fine.” Thankfully, as she walked away from the nurses station and towards one of the south bays where her kid with a rash was, Perlah passed as the perfect time.
She hooked her arm with the nurses’ and pulled her away from whatever she was about to go do, just to say in Tagalog, “You will never believe what I just learned…”
~
Trinity wasn’t lying to Mel when she said that she was going to get intel on the situation. It just happened that her source was very close and personal with her. So close and personal that she was lying on top of her at that moment.
“Hey, do you know anything about Abbott dating anyone?”
Ellis scoffed a laugh, pinching her waist playfully, “What, was I so unsatisfactory that you are thinking about leaving me for my boss?”
She hit her arm at that with a roll of her eyes, “No, of course not. I just heard something at work, that’s all.”
It was obvious that the night shift worker didn’t totally believe her but she answered anyway, “Yeah, he’s seeing someone. A hairdresser. I think she only works like a block away from the hospital. She came in sooooooo drunk one night and flirted so hard with him. Shen told me he met her recently at his kid’s school.”
“Huh.”
That caused Ellis to sit up a little with her brows furrowed, “Why?”
“Well, cause I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on your boss with my boss.”
It was cartoonish the way her eyes bulged out of her head at that. Trinity pursed her lips, sucking in a laugh that wanted to escape.
“Holy shit. You’re sure?”
“Well I saw her and Robby kiss and then Mel saw her and Abbott kiss so pretty sure.”
Ellis sat up, running a hand through her hair at the idea that that sweet girl she’d met and practically set up with Abbott being a cheater. Normally, she was a pretty good judge of character, always been able to read people since childhood, but maybe it had just been the alcohol in your system.
“Well, I guess we’ll find out at the New Year’s party. All three of them at invited.”
“Oh shit. That’ll be fun to watch.”
~
“Well, don’t you look like a goddamn disco ball.”
Working at a hospital had taught Ellis how to pretend to like people, it helped put people at ease. And since you were the first of the trio to get to her apartment for the party and she and Trinity both wanted to see how it would play out with Abbott and Robby. She did actually like your dress, an ankle length sliver dress that was covered in quarter-sized plastic scales that made a little sound when they hit each other. Her eyelids were also smeared with a metallic silver eyeshadow that bridged over her nose and met each other in the middle with a sharp wing.
“Thank you! I love your jacket, that’s such a wonderful color on you.” The burgundy suit jacket she was wearing hugged her arms well.
“Ooo, what’d you bring?” Trinity asked as she came out from the hallway and marveled a bit at the two plates you’d brought.
“Ah, yes, first we have fried feta olive skewers that are absolutely delicious and make you second guess whether or not the health of the olive outweighs the beautiful fried outside.” Trinity marveled at the appetizer as she took the platter from your hands, “And in this one, is my family’s city famous sweaty balls.” Both of them balked and almost heaved over with laughter at the casual tone in your voice as you said that, “Pineapple and chicken meatballs with a Japanese barbecue sauce, sriracha and lime sauce. Very, very addictive.”
“And they are sweaty because?”
“Well you sweat them in a crockpot between adding the sauce and letting them marinade in there for a bit. So they are sweaty.”
“I’m very excited for these.” Trinity muttered as Ellis took that deep bowl platter from you to take to the table that was set up against the wall of their dining room.
Dennis, Victoria, Joy, Shen and Dana had already arrived and were currently enjoying the interns bartending skills.
“This was my career path before my parents offered to pay for most of my schooling and the move to Pittsburgh for said schooling.” Was her answer when Dennis asked about how she knew how to do all of this.
They all gave small cheers, followed by greetings and hugs when she joined them in the living room. Ellis’ large brown leather couch was definitely big enough for all of them but there were still some of the dining chair dragged into the room so that nobody was too crowded on the couch.
It was about an hour later when everyone had arrived, around ten, which meant all three of you were here. Ellis had known Jack long enough to know that he wore his emotions on his sleeve when it came to his irritation or anger. It was never explosive but it was apparent by a tick in his jaw or the tension in his face. That wasn’t happening now though. You and Robby were sat on the couch, having a conversation with Victoria about whatever troubles she was having with her mom currently. Your hand was splayed across his thigh, your nails were playing with the fabric of his pants. His arm was tucked into the natural curve of your back between the couch and rested his hand against your waist. Jack was sat on one of the chairs across the small room, facing the two of you. Trinity pinched Ellis’s side to get her attention silently, darting her narrowed eyes between the three of you questioningly, wondering what the hell was going on.
About an hour and a half later, she had caught you and Jack in the kitchen together, his chin was latched onto your shoulder from behind as you had started washing the dirty forks that had been left at the dining table since they had been used all up and you didn’t want anyone else to have to replenish the supply. His arms were wrapped around you as he was swaying with you to the music coming from the ball drop playing on the tv. You were laughing in return at his silliness, telling him to let you finish first so that you didn’t get water on either of you but he just kept whispering the words in your ear with a smile on his face. It was very obvious that this wasn’t just friendly affection friends. The only thing that Trinity could think of was that maybe you were in an open relationship with one of them and casual with the other? It just didn’t make complete sense though. She also didn’t think that either of the men were cool like that.
Later in the night, when she was more liquored up with drunk courage, she whispered harshly to Ellis, “I’m gonna confront her.”
“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea-“
“No, I just wanna know so that my brain knows.” Trinity sauntered over to you and gently grabbed the crook of your elbow, “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Yeah, of course.” She pulled you across the apartment to the hallway that led from the dining room and kitchen to the bedroom.
“I just need to know what is happening between you guys.”
“Me and who?”
“You, Robby and Abbott. I saw you and my boss all up on each other.”
You stared at her for a second and nodded with a dumbfounded expression, “Yeah.”
“And then Mel saw you and Abbott all up on each other.”
Again, you thought for a moment and nodded to her words, “Yeah.”
Trinity threw her hands up exasperatedly, “What’s up with that?!”
“I don’t understand what’s wrong. What am I missing here?” You seemed genuinely confused at her words.
“You kissed both of them.” She explained out like she was explaining pop culture to Dennis.
“Yeah. I do that all the time. They also kiss each other. It’s great.”
Her whole body stilled. Her eyes narrowed and she swallowed the saliva that was built up in her throat. “What?”
You looked at her, dead on you said, “They’re my boyfriends. Who are also each other’s boyfriends. And I’m their girlfriend. So we kiss.”
Trinity’s eyes hadn’t blinked as she processed your words, her entire world view just flipped on its head. She ran her hand through her hair while her mouth was stuck in an ‘O’ shape.
“Did you not know this? I thought everyone knew. Dana knows.”
“Dana knows?!” Trinity marched out of the hallway and into the living room, pointing an accusatory finger at the charge nurse in question, “You knew this entire time?!”
Immediately, Dana started laughing behind her hand with no excuse for her behavior.
“You watched me flip flop over this potential scandal for weeks and never said anything?!”
“It wasn’t my place to say anything.”
“What’s happening?” Dennis asked, looking behind the three of you as you had followed Trinity back to the party.
Both your boyfriends looked at you questioningly so you said, “They didn’t know so Trinity thought I was cheating on one of you with the other.”
They made a face of realization as everyone else clicked into the conversation and were just as confused as Trinity had been.
“Wait, what are you guys talking about?” Victoria asked now the five of you.
Robby sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before saying, “The three of us are dating. Have been for the last eight months.”
“Eight months?!”
“Oh thank goodness,” Mel commented as she sank so far into the couch like she had just melted at the news, “I was so worried that I had seen something bad and that it was my fault that it got out.”
“No, Mel, you’re fine. We didn’t think we needed to officially say anything about us because we assumed that you all knew. It’s not exactly a secret we’ve been keeping from you guys.” Jack said with a shrug, taking a sip of his beer.
“Plus Perlah and Princess know so we assumed that they had already spread the news.”
“I can’t believe this.” Shen said, his face clasped in his hands as he stared at the ground in disbelief, “I can’t believe my boss is getting it. Two separate ways at that.”
“Hey!” Jack barked defensively, throwing his hands up.
“Like, I didn’t want to know really but I also really wanted to know.”
“Don’t worry, boss,” Ellis said with a teasing smirk on her face as she clapped Shen on the shoulder, “I knew you got it.”
“Okay, neither of your responses are what I want to hear right now. Both of them feel rude in their own special way.” Jack ended his little rant with her arms crossed over his chest.
As you cooed at him, calling him a little baby, which everyone else laughed at considering the fact that he was a fully grown fifty year old man. Trinity plopped herself down on the couch next to Dana, who was smiling behind her cup as she nursed her first and only drink.
“I can’t believe you.” Trinity muttered at her, now her own arms crossed over her chest.
“I told y’all from day one, outside the Pitt, I mind my own business.” She shrugged a little at her own words but her eyes stayed trained on Robby’s face. His eyes were focused on you and Jack though, watching you mockingly comfort him over his mean coworkers. The minute you entered his life and made him realize what he had and what he wanted could be his at the same time, he’d been the happiest Dana had ever seen. That’s all she really wanted for her people. Happiness and a life outside of that damn Pitt.
heyyyy not to be annoying but anyone have any pitt requests they’d like to send my way?? i want to write especially for whitaker, santos and abbott but my brain is dried up from being sick soooo let me know! taking any characters rn so so send me whatever
i have the last part of kidnapped back and a oneshot for my trinkets series that i have in the works to post and then im free to write whatever you guys send me!
kidnapped back (2) - lo’ak sully x mangkwan!reader
part one!
synopsis: now a willing prisoner of war, you are forced to learn about the world outside of the ash people, outside of what varang has taught you. and lo’ak is more than happy to teach you.
triggers: none, this is entirely fluffy :) ALSO they did not have intercourse, they just made the bond. just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.
a/n: i was genuinely so surprised by the response on part one of this little series so thank you for the love! i’m thinking there will be at least one more part of this to finish it off but i would be happy to write more of this reader or dynamic with lo’ak and our mangkwan girl :)
The bond is exhausting to make. Both you and Lo’ak had succumb to sleep, laying on the floor of the weaved hut before you realized it, your body tightly curled around Lo’ak’s. You had never slept so exposed before. Your back was always to a wall with your blade behind you in its sheath hooked against your lower back. You knew what would happen before even falling asleep so it was no surprise when you awoke to voices followed by a hard pull at your kuru.
“Mom, no, don’t-“
“Silence, son! What is she doing here?” You felt the sharp caress of a blade against your throat as your upper body was pulled up from the floor. Your eyes didn’t snap open in fear as anyone else’s would, only slowly peering up to see who had grabbed you. Your lips spread into a Cheshire Cat smile at the sight, the woman who was Lo’ak’s mother. She had been front of the line when Varang and the sky demon man had come for Jake Su’li, his mate.
“Hello.” You said to her all smiley, arching back into her blade without caution.
“Silence!” She hissed at you with her teeth bared.
“Mom, listen to me, let her go!” Lo’ak yelled. You watched how her head turned to her son at the volume of his voice, seemingly thrown off by it being directed at her.
“Stop! I brought her here.”
The grip on her blade slipped just slightly but you didn’t move away from it. That wouldn’t help the trust building between you and your mates family.
“Why would you do such a thing?”
“She’s not like the rest of them!” The incredibly wide smile you gave the two of them didn’t help his point, “She could have killed me in that forest but she didn’t. Varang could have killed me and taken my kuru but she stopped her. She is here now and she is staying with us, with me.”
Your tail thumped against the floor and curled in on itself at Lo’ak defending you. It was very pleasing to hear.
His mother looked between the two of you as she harshly whispered in disbelief, “Have you two..?”
His chest puffed out a bit, “We have made the bond before Ewya. It is done.”
The little gasp she let out at the news almost made you feel bad, suddenly feeling self conscious of being here in her presence. Like you should have stayed a secret.
“If your son’s feelings aren’t enough to keep me alive by your hand, I also know their sky demon’s plans, including the one with Jake Su’li.” You offered up. Your hand beside your waist pulled up slowly to show her the small red chip on a string she would need to do anything to the sky demons.
She looked down at you with a small huff, before looking to her son. Her blade removed from your neck and your kuru released, she sat on the ground across from you and stared at you, not angry enough at you specifically to be a glare.
“Talk then. How do I get my husband back?”
~
Neytiri, you learned Lo’ak’s mother was named, took off the moment you finished telling her all about the sky demon’s plans to kill Jake Su’li in front of all the little ones before planning an attack on some ocean event just outside of this village. You’d given her the little red disk that the sky demon had given everyone so you weren’t shot down by their weapons when entering camp. Which left you and him alone once more. Lo’ak could tell something was up with you. Your ears were pinned back a bit, not flat against your head but flicking in between listening and fearful. You sat on the ground of his family home, directly in the middle of the room while you were fixing one of your ear pieces as it had gotten bent a bit in your sleep. It’d been a few hours since you’d woken up but any subtle attempt at getting you to leave came up empty. He knew he was a hard head a lot of the time, but he could see what was going on in front of his eyes, right now at least.
He got down on his knee before you and reached a hand out to your wrist, “Why do you not want to leave here?”
You huffed, your cheeks puffed out just a bit for Lo’ak to want to poke the air out of them. “We don’t have water for miles. Here, that is all there is. It’s daunting. You can die from it, from just not being in it correctly.”
He couldn’t help the chuckles that escaped him at your silly words. Your hand hit his leg as you hissed with no venom, “This is no laughing manner, I am very serious.”
“I know you are being very serious, that is why I’m laughing.” He pulled you closer, taking the ear piece from your hands and set it aside so that you were focused on him as he said, “I will not let anything happen to you. I promise. I would fight the ocean before I let it hurt you.”
Your eyebrows raised in amusement, “You would fight the ocean for me?”
“I would. I really would.” He playful punched the air, doing a little demonstration for you, which caused you to explode with laughter.
Your back hit the floor as you took some deep breathes, your laughter starting to temper off. Lo’ak knelt over you, his knees on either side of your thighs. He reached over and put your ear piece back behind your ear, gently brushing the hair there, looking at you so kindly. Nobody had looked at you so kindly before.
“Come on. I won’t let the ocean get you.”
You held his gaze for a moment, worried reluctance, before taking his hand.
~
This place was very strange to you. All the housing was connected by woven material, staked and hovering over the water like they were daring it to take them under. It was colorful though, somewhat hurts your eyes but it made everything pretty to look at, at least. Your hand was grasping Lo’ak’s arm as he led you around very tightly, he didn’t comment on it or the crescent marks you were leaving in his skin, your eyes mainly staying trained on the water as waves lapped in. It was all very…mystifying.
“Lo’ak! There you are-“ The loud but soft words were cut off with a small startled gasp as a girl stopped in front of you. She was of the reef and different looking to Lo’ak or his family. Her skin was teal instead of blue, her arms and legs were wider as well along with her tail. Her hair was long, dark and wavy, with braids looped against her hairline. Her light blue eyes that matched her skin tone darted between you and Lo’ak. You just stared at her before blinking once, slowly, at her.
“Who’s this?” She asked quietly.
Lo’ak told her your name as you let go of his arm for the first time since outside, stepping towards her at a snails pace.
“She is Mangkwan?” She asked, a question she knew the answer to, looking for confirmation that he had let an ash person stay after the ambush yesterday.
“Yes. She is. She was there when me and my family were in the woods, after the air raid. She made sure no harm came to us.”
The reef girl seemed to relax a little bit, which quickly returned when you stepped closer to him than was probably necessary. Your hand came down to grab her arm and turning it over in your palms. She looked to Lo’ak over your shoulder with wide eyes as he signed behind your back to her, “She’s curious. Just give her a second.”
“This helps? Your width here?” You asked, feeling the wider, flatter part of her arm, seeing if there was a bone in there or if it was just dense flesh.
“Oh, uh- yes, it does. It makes swimming easier.”
“And the rest too? Your tail?” You looked behind her for a moment to see her wide tail, how the edges of it were opaque.
“Yeah, it makes swimming faster for us. Our tails stick out behind us and move like this,” Her hands demonstrated the smooth wiggling motions, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles. Tsireya was surprised by the noise, your laugh in this moment was so childlike and happy that it didn’t seem like it was even coming from you. The tall, spindly woman before her with eyes that seemed to almost never blink and wide red fans behind your ears that reminded her too much of the woman who stood at the front of the lines.
Your eyes moved to her face, specifically the black above her eye.
Your fingers came up and gently touched the skin there with the simple question, “Why?” You knew how the mark got there. You’d watched your Tsahik get her own in the palm of her hand, when you were much much younger and were determined to stay at her side constantly. Nobody else in the clan had a tattoo, it was only for her. In honor of the fire choosing your people to live while the others burned.
“It’s a right of passage here, marking our coming to adulthood. After the first, different events marking your life allow for more to be added. Like a painting, or tapestry.” She seemed a lot more comfortable now with your presence and your investigating.
“Do you have paint?” You asked, gesturing to painting on your face.
“Face paint? Yeah, we have that.”
“Good.” You looked so relieved at that.
“Why?”
“The ocean stole mine,” Your face was completed serious as you said that and continued with, “And I feel naked.”
You were without your body and face paint. Lo’ak hadn’t fully realized that that was what had changed about your face. It was you but he hadn’t processed that it was him pulling you into the ocean that wiped you clean of the Mangkwan paint you wore. Your skin was still paler than his, like the ash rubs had embedded in your skin over the many years. But he could see your markings now, the splash of bioluminescent freckles across your face and body. Either way, you were you, and you were beautiful.
“Okay,” You said suddenly as you stepped back to Lo’ak’s side, wrapping your hand around his, “goodbye.” Then lead him away. Tsireya had to cover her mouth to hold in the laugh she almost let out at your bluntness and the look of shock on Lo’ak’s face when you pulled him away.
A loud clicking call pulled her attention to the water, where her brother and Rotxo were swimming, far enough to see the interaction but not hear it.
“Who was that?” Aonung signed to her.
“Lo’ak’s girlfriend.” She made a kissing move with her hands as she laughed before running to join them and tell about the strange girl who kidnapped his heart.
~
While Lo’ak showed you around the village, you still stayed away from the shore, glaring at the water when the waves would come too close to your feet. The bonfire that later that night was when you met the rest of his family properly. He led you over to where his two sisters were sat, starting to eat their dinner, when their heads popped up to see you two.
Kiri stood up quickly as you sat down next to the younger of them, hissing in Lo’ak’s ear, “What is she doing here, brother? What have you done?”
“She kidnapped me first!” He said jokingly, getting a slap on the arm for that.
“This isn’t funny! Does Mom know?”
“Yes, she knows and she is fine with it.” Kiri gave him a deadpanned look at that, knowing their mother, “Okay, somewhat fine with it. She didn’t kill her, at least.”
“Yeah, cause that’s saying a lot.”
Tuk looked over at you and smiled a little, “Hi.”
“Hello, small child.”
She giggled, which caused you to awkwardly smile back at her. She held out her bowl to you, “Want some?”
Your face pinched a bit as you glared at the white food the girl was offering, “What is it?”
“Fish? Uh, it’s good. You can just try a little bit if you want. It’s good to at least try things.”
Despite being weary of the odd offering, you reached your fingers out and pinched a piece off. It broke off very easily but when you put it in your mouth and chewed, it fell apart like meat. It was just white meat!
Tuk giggled to herself as she watched your head whip around before shouting, “Lo’ak! Where is more of this white meat? I need more.”
He chuckled, leaving his conversation with Kiri to walk over to you, leaning down to kiss your temple, “I will get you some right now.”
“Thank you, yawntutsyip.”
You watched his cheeks flush purple as his head ducked with a smile, walking off to get your dinner.
Both of his sisters watched him the rest of the night, how he just gazed at you as you scarfed down plates of fish, absolutely delighted by your new favorite meal. They’d seen the look before. It was the same one that their dad looked at their mom with, even when she was doing the mundane things.
Kiri called your name, your cheeks fat with the food you had shoved in your mouth, “Can I ask you something?”
You swallowed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “Okay.”
“The Mangkwan reject Ewya because of the volcano. What do you believe?”
You thought for a moment, gazing up at the dark sky, “I don’t know. It’s hard to believe that someone so powerful would allow so much death and destruction to her children. So it made sense to reject her will, her seeing eyes. But then it shifted. Varang was the only one who could understand. The only one who could help us, everyone because dependent on her to guide us. She became our Eywa. It got so…hateful, violent with no regard for others life, the same thing she had excused Eywa of. Taking their kurus..serving their ties with the afterlife they believed in. It no longer became believing in nothing more overreaching than ourselves and became believing in only her power, her will.”
~
“I do not enjoy this.”
Looking over the edge of the rock you were sat on, Lo’ak’s body bobbed below you, his hands holding onto the stone in front of you.
“It is nice, I promise.” He was still smiling despite the scrunched look on your face.
“It is dangerous and I do not enjoy seeing you down there alone.”
“So you should join me.”
You groaned, staring at the ocean as it tried to touch it, hitting the rock’s wall while climbing towards you.
“I’m right here, tiywan. Nothing will happen to you.”
Him and his stupid good face. You huffed a little before pushing yourself up. You walked off the rock and onto the beach so that you could do this at your own pace. The water washed over your feet, the feeling was incredibly strange. It wasn’t…terrible though. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out further. Lo’ak was right there, holding a hand out to you just in case.
It was warm, not freezing like you had expected it to be. It was gentle, inviting you further and further in. The water got to your thighs as you smiled and giggled a little under your breath. Your hand clasped around his. It wasn’t scary like you thought it would be.
“I like it.” You said, looking up at your mate, “It’s not scary anymore.”
guys i wrote probably the saddest beginning to a oneshot in my life and then cried myself to sleep. that’s how much it hit me. you guys are going to have a blast soon ☺️
a love so little and sweet - michael robinavitch x reader
synopsis: when a baby is born and orphaned in the same five minutes in your er, you can’t help but grow attached to her and despite only having been together for a few months, you asked michael a big question
triggers: premature birth, traumatic labor like it’s really sad guys and i cried writing it(not r!), death, there’s a baby guys so beware, fluff!, medical inaccuracies (sorry)
a/n: i saw @ihe4rteverlark ask for someone to write this and i stepped up to the plate! i hope you all enjoy (i held a baby at christmas so my baby fever is HITTING rn) also, fun fact, this is based on how i was born, except my mom is perfectly alive and well 😅 enjoy!
You’d never seen a more horrifying birth in the ED before.
An ambulance had brought in a nineteen year old girl that was eight and a half months pregnant when she was involved in a car crash. She was the passenger and the car was T-boned in the middle of an intersect, having to be excavated with the jaws of life. You were the first one to lay eyes on that poor girl as she was being wheeled through the sliding glass doors of the ED, already gowned up, sliding those rubbery latex gloves onto your hands.
“Nineteen year old with multiple rib fractures, possible concussion, leg fractures in the right femur, and she went into labor on the way here.”
“Shit, how far apart are contractions?” Robby asked the EMT.
“Five minutes.”
“Hi, honey, I’m Doctor D’Ambrose. What’s your name?” You asked the girl, taking his limp hand into yours and squeezing to see if she could feel it.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks silently, her head turned to look at you, “Um, Lauren…my names Lauren.”
“Good, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Okay, let’s get her to trauma three!”
The gurney started rolling again, which startled her. You didn’t let go of her though.
“What’s-what’s happening?”
“We are moving you to a room so that we can help you and your baby.”
“Is she okay? Is my baby okay?” She was panicked, trying to grab her stomach and sit up but the multiple doctors and nurses hands gently pressed her arms down, hooking up IVs and clipping her clothing off.
You glanced to Robby, who gave you a quick thumbs up as he and Santos worked, “Yeah. Yeah, your baby’s okay. We’re working on helping you and her, okay? Where does it hurt?”
“My chest, it-it really hurts to move, and everything that is happening down there- HURTS!” Her words ended in a scream as another contraction came, her hand squeezing yours.
“Okay, okay, Lauren. We need you to breath, I know it’s hard but you and your baby before need it.” Robby said as nicely as he could as he looked at the swelling and internal blood painted along her ribs.
“Okay, okay.” She cried out, pulling you closer as she tried to breath as best she could.
Garcia had entered the room and after taking a moment to survey what was happening, she leaned over to you and whispered, “We can either deliver this baby or we can work on her. Neither of them have a lot of time if we don’t make a decision.”
It was a struggle to keep your face from completely falling, trying to keep up for her, for Lauren and her baby girl.
“We can do both, we have the people. If you can get a handle on stabilizing her ribs enough for her to deliver, then we can send her up to the OR with you. Do it, now.”
Garcia had no room to argue, just huffing and starting to order around everyone to perform an emergency MIMS rib fixation while the other half of the team started prep for a C section.
“Okay, Lauren. You have multiple rib fractures and a fractured leg, we are most worried about your ribs puncturing your lungs right now if your body tries to push, so Dr. Garcia here is going to stabilize your ribs while we perform an emergency C section so that we can get you up to the OR for everything else, okay?”
“Okay..” She was scared, her face said it all and all you could do now was be there for her.
“You got this, honey. I promise, just hold my hand.”
Michael’s eyes couldn’t help but dart up to watch you. He didn’t have the heart to tell you to come and help with the C section because that was really what the patient needed. She needed to have someone with her. No family or friends here with her, she needs someone to hold her hand and tell her to breathe. You’d had history with this type of situation, your mother had almost died having you as a teen mother but then did pass six years later when he had your younger brother. Traumatic births had left their mark on you and Michael didn’t want this to be another tick on your scorecard.
It was a bloody blur. Lauren had a condition, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which had a chance to make C sections more difficult. A chance that had struck its match tonight. She had started bleeding uncontrollably, IV fluids and bags of blood were hooked up to her arms while doctors and nurses rushed around, trying to find the bleeder.
“Stats dropping! Pushing 3 ccs of diatrophyne!”
“Get control of that bleeder now before you fuck up my surgery up here!”
“Where is it all coming from?”
“Santos, focus on the baby. Get her out and breathing so we can focus on Lauren, now, go.”
Your voice was steadier than you had expected. Your student was rattled, standing at the tail end of her more gruesome case yet and was freezing up quickly the more blood and packing hit the floor in pools. Her eyes met yours at the sound of your words before nodding and doing what you instructed. Robby was trying to keep this woman from falling apart, you wanted to help. You could help, but then Lauren squeezed your hand and wouldn’t move her eyes away from you, just like you had told her to do. Nobody needed to see themselves like this. This wasn’t the beautiful birthing moment that she had spoken to an ED nurse about when she had come in after fainting at during class. Panicking wouldn’t help her breathe so she kept her eyes on you.
“Talk to me, Lauren, talk to me. Tell me about her.” Tears were threatening to escape the corners of your eyes as you asked, squeezing her hand back.
She smiled, such a motherly, nostalgic smile as her ah d lulled back slightly to bask in the memory and bright LED light, “Oh, she’s perfect. She has been a light bundle of energy from the beginning. She kicked when I was happy and she was as well, she hiccuped when I got stressed with school and tests. She’s just…my girl. One drop of water splitting apart, only to dance around each other.” Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoken, her eyes drifting closed just slightly. A loud cry spilt the room, Santos was wrapping the little baby up in a warm slightly damp blanket, sucking the amniotic fluid and mucus from her nose as she wriggled around just slightly. The feeling of air against your skin for the first time must be startling, the sudden lack of your mother’s warmth wrapped around you. The cord was cut and Santos held the baby a little tighter to her chest as she moved around Robby and the doctors and nurses trying to keep this little girl’s mom alive. The floor was caked in almost every bodily fluids that could come from a person and she refused to slip while holding this baby.
A wet chuckle left your mouth the moment that you took the bundle from her, immediately turning to Lauren to set her on her chest. She needs her mother’s warmth again before braving the world. The baby’s cries lessened when skin to skin contact was made, realizing who this was, the familiar heartbeat against her fresh skin.
“She’s here…your girl is here, Lauren.” You whispered to her.
Her arms came up just a bit, weighed down by an invisible force, to feel her baby, hold her for the first time. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift and look, everything felt heavy, like a weighted blanket was pushing her deeper and deeper into her mind and the gurney she was splayed out on.
“My girl…”
The monitor started beeping faster and faster, more people were running in and out, around her body, to keep her from flatlining.
“Lauren? Lauren, hey. Wake up, honey, please,” Your hand came up to her neck to check her heart rate before shaking her shoulder just a little, “Tell me her name, what’s your girls name?”
Her eyes peered open, her head tilting down to look at her child, her girl, for the first time.
A smile graced her lips in the most pure adoration as she told you, “Sienna…my perfect girl.”
A moment passed, a beat, before her body went slack like a wave over her and one of her arms fell to her side.
“Lauren?”
The sound of the flatline always silenced a room faster than anything else, but today it caused everyone’s hearts to drop to the pits of their stomachs. Mel had already dipped up of the room, sobs forcing their way out of her mouth when she had tried to stop them. Your cheeks had been coated in salt from the second that she started bleeding out. Forced deep breaths, the ones they taught you in therapy, were the only thing keeping you upright as you cupped the back of Sienna’s head and lifted her off her mother’s chest. Her muffled cries against your shoulder at the new person, the lack of her mother, the sudden separation, were unbearable.
There was always a moment of silence where everyone was frozen for a moment as they all collectively realized that there was nothing left for them to do and that they had lost the patient.
~
You had taken the next day off but opened the door to Michael’s jeep that morning after you texted him to pick you up and walked through the doors of the ED with him. You weren’t talking to him, to anyone. You’d gotten like this before, a level of numbness that you didn’t have anything to say so you didn’t. He couldn’t fix it, no matter how much he wanted to and was trying to not take it personally, obviously it wasn’t him, it was yesterday, it was…Lauren. You’d been there when her parents showed up, when they yelled and cried about why hadn’t they had been called when she was admitted, when they refused to see the baby. He practically saw red in your eyes when they said that it wasn’t their daughter’s baby anyway since she was giving her up in the end anyway.
You walked straight through the ED though and to the elevator on the other side, mindlessly ignoring all of your co-workers that tried to call out to see how you were. They’d never seen you like this, even after some of the worst cases this ED had seen in your time here. Everyone that were stood around the nurses station watched as the elevator doors shut and the numbers count to the third floor, pediatrics.
“Is she going to be okay?” Dennis asked nervously, his hands wringing in front of him.
“Yeah, she’ll be okay. With time.” Robby’s eyes lingered on the steel doors for a moment longer before clapping his hands and saying, “Okay, let’s go to work, everyone!”
~
You and Robby had only been together for almost four months but you’d known each other for years. He’d just started as the attending here when you were starting your training as an MS3. He was older than you but not horrifically so, not how he had convinced himself in his mind for so long as an excuse. You’d worked together for years, become friends after a while once he got over the feeling of needing to follow the rules under Gloria’s watchful eye. Jack helped him with that aspect, especially since you’d known him first after having interned at the VA hospital that he received physical therapy at for his leg. The line though had been crossed at Parker and Trinity’s New Year’s Eve party when he finally kissed you at the ball drop.
It was perfect, perfectly imperfect and utterly him. It fit so right being with Robby, how the two of you just completely sunk into being together. There was already so much history there that this just felt right. He’d seen you at your worst and you’d talked him off the ledge. Your romance enriched the deep relationship you two already had.
It didn’t surprise you when Robby didn’t come to check on you, there was no way that he would be able to pull away for even five seconds to come see you with the crowd always in the waiting room.
It’s alright though, you had some lovely company.
Sienna wriggled in her little hospital bed, wrapped in a sky blue blanket while trying to fling the socks off her feet to no avail. She was perfect. Her curly dark hair on the top of her head, more than one would expect a baby to have. Her giant eyes that stared at anything and everything she could see, soaking up the world like it was the most wonderful thing. She wasn’t the spitting image of her mother like you had expected, but you could see hints of her, in her eyes mainly.
You’d spent the entire day with her, ignoring the pitying looks from the nurses who knew what had happened. The nurse gossip line was a tricky fucker sometimes.
Social Services decided to wait until she was to term and passed all the hospitals weight and vaccination procedures. She was only a few weeks from being full term but was struggling to keep weight it seemed. They were also leaving enough time in case any of her relatives, Lauren’s parents, changed their mind about wanting her.
~
Robby was already hitting him by the time he finally clocked out, changed and headed to the third floor of the building. He’d been trying to get away for just a few minutes to go up and see you, maybe bring you a sandwich since you had a tendency to forget to eat until you got sick from it. Every time he tried though, something else needed him, a consult or an ambulance pulling into the med bay. Finally, once he had changed, grabbed all of his shit and said his goodbyes, he made it to peds wing and to where Sienna was staying for the meantime. It wasn’t until he was stood in the doorway that he could hear the soft singing echoing in the hospital room.
“Nagez si sauvagement et vous nagez si librement
Swim so wild and you swim so free
Le paradis au dessus et la mer en dessous
Heaven above and the sea below
Et une petite baleine blanche en route
And a little white whale on the go
Bébé béluga, bébé béluga
Baby Beluga, baby Beluga
Est-ce que l'eau est chaude, est-ce que ta maman est à la maison
Is the water warm, is your mama home
Avec vous si heureux?
With you so happy?”
Your body physically jumped when he softly clapped behind you, soft chuckles muffled by your hand once you saw who it was.
“That was…very, very beautiful.” He said sincerely, walking over to the two of you, “The English version too boring for her?”
You smiled, leaning up into the kiss on the forehead he gave you, “It’s the only version I know.”
“Oh really, so the English version is too boring for you.” You rolled your eyes with a quiet laugh as you watched him walk the few steps over to where Sienna was laid down, a blanket loosely covering her tummy. The way his face lit up in that way that most peoples did at the sight of a baby, his finger hanging off of the plastic railing of her bassinet and wiggling it at her.
“My dad used to tell me about how my mother would sing that song to me every night to put me to sleep and every so often she would start singing it in English and I would just stop her and demand that she sing the ‘correct version’. I still don’t know why she sang it in French in the first place but I have it memorized forwards and backwards. A good skill for moments like these, apparently.”
You hated the look he was giving you now. You hated how it made your stomach hot and also turn in self loathing and embarrassment. The look that said that he loved you more than life itself but he was worried.
“Don’t look at me like that, Robby, okay?” You sniffled, pulling your sweater further down your arms.
“Like what, honey?” He stood back up again and started walking back over to your chair.
“Like I’m a wounded patient you can’t help.”
He sighed, taking your hand gently and tugged a little to have you stand up. Robby’s arms wrapped around you as your head sunk into his shoulder.He smelled warm, if that’s even possible. Warm like fresh laundry out of the dryer and the cologne you had gotten him for Christmas. His big arms held you tightly with a slight rocking motion to go along with it, holding you through for a few slow moments before saying,
“Why are you doing this to yourself then?” He pulled away to see your face, the smallest tears clinging to the outer corners of your eyes which were quickly wiped away by the backs of your hands.
“I just don’t want her to be alone yet. She’s brand new, she doesn’t need to do this alone yet. There’s plenty of time for that later.”
Your voice was so soft, your voice casual like you hadn’t just made the sweetest standing declaration. Your eyes drifted over to Sienna when she made a little gurgling noise in her sudden bout of sleep. When you looked back, you saw Michael staring at you. It was the same look he gave you on New Year’s Eve right before he kissed you.
“What’s that look for?” You said with a smile.
“Just you.”
~
The following day was your last shift before you allotted six day’s off, then you would be back on for two weeks. Only the last two days of your days off lined up with Robby’s so in the meantime, you spent your days with Sienna on the third floor. The nurses up there seemed to relax a little bit once they realized that you weren’t just doing this out of self pity but for the baby herself. A little bit for yourself as well. She was amazing. She slept incredibly well, she was finally gaining weight with a specialized formula incorporated into her diet. To the extent in which babies can process and understand the world around them, she seemed to know you. Her eyes would go wide when she saw you enter the room, her little body wriggling with excitement when your arms outstretched to pick her up. Incredibly inquisitive as she reached for anything and everything to figure them out.
But you couldn’t help feel your heart squeeze when the nurses would mention Social Services. It reminded you all over that she was leaving at some point. That she would be alone in a system that did little to help the mental anguish and potential trauma of the children that they were supposed to protect. Moved around from place to place, waiting for a family to keep you, choose you. She was just a little baby, being shoved into a system where kids fall there the cracks. You’d seen it all too often, some of the patients who ended up in your ED, some of which did get placed with families but not good ones. You didn’t want that to happen to her.
One of the mothers down the hall in the NICU had offered you one of her children’s books so that you could read to Sienna in hopes of getting her back to sleep before leaving with Robby. Which is just how he found you, sat in the plush chair next to her bassinet with her little body resting against your chest with one hand of yours cradling her while the other holding the book up as you read to her.
“Oh, good. You got one of my favorites.”
Robby teased as he walked in.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I love ‘The Snowy Day’. Read it every night.” He bent down to the two of you, his pointer finger coming out to gently brush at her scrunched fist, “How you doing? Having a good time there?”
She let out a gentle gurgle with her eyes lopsided in how closed they were, sleepiness was starting to take over. His face split into a smile at the little gesture.
“You ready to go?” You asked, standing up with Sienna in your arms, setting the book back down in the chair.
“Nah, we can hang out a little. I haven’t spent as much time with this princess as you have. I need to catch up.” He held his arms out for you to hand her over. He does that dad thing where he groans when picking her up like she is the heaviest little thing in the world. Her head is cradled by one of his large hands while also supported from below, upright lying on his chest so the side of her face was resting against his collarbone.
“Hi, princess. How you doing? Good? You’re so much bigger than when I first met you, that’s good.” His quiet voice was so soft and sweet. You’d never seen him interact with a baby like this, of course there was the occasional baby in the ED and he was always kind to them, gentle. But this felt different, there was a melted softness you hadn’t seen before and was cementing the the idea that you had been tossing and turning over.
“I want to keep her.”
The air stilled as Michael turned his body to you. Your face looked guilty and sad, like the words had spilled out before you’d meant them too.
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you with a startled and surprised look.
“I can’t let her go into the system. She’s too little and perfect and I want to keep her. I want to adopt her and make her mine,” You stepped closer to him and her, “I know we haven’t been together long so obviously if you don’t want this, you don’t have to be part of this but I’m doing this, so-“
“I do.” Staring at each other, Michael’s surprised look shifted into a soft smile, “I mean- we can do this. Together. We’ve only been dating officially for a few months but we’ve known each other for so long and I’ve been in love with you for most of that-“
“You love me?” You let slip, wide eyes looking at him at what he just revealed.
He just scoffed a laugh though, his hand patting Sienna on the back gently when she started to become restless in her sleep, “I mean, yeah, I’ve said that to you before.”
You hit his arm, Robby chuckled at your flustered frustration and tucked the baby closer to him, “Careful, I am carrying our child here!”
Ignoring that comment, for now, “You said that to me when we were friends! Not when we were-“
“And I meant it just the same.” He gently took your hand and pulled you closer to him.
You let him hold the two of you for a second. With your head rested against his chest, you could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest.
You pulled away and looked him in the eyes searching for doubt, “Do you really want to do this?”
“You know, when I imagined us having children, I didn’t imagine that you would be in your forties and I would be fifty but, if it’s going to happen, let’s do it.”
You smiled widely and chuckled at him in pure glee. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss him, feeling the hairs of his beard rub against your skin as you did so. He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours as he said, “You really shouldn’t do that when I’m holding our kid.”
“Our kid.” You whispered in happy, delirious disbelief.
I LOVE HER YOUR HONOR!!! She’s so cute she reminds me of a (slightly feral) puppy. Is that why Varang likes her (as much as Varang could like someone lol) or has a soft spot for her? Like obvi she’s crazy and can get down with the clan, but she also seems very youthful. Would it be a fair assumption to make that like maybe she especially wasn’t hardened by the tragedy that struck their clan (young so has little memory) and despite not liking weakness maybe Varang sees the girl she could’ve been and (in the best way she can) wants to covet it. I love ur brain can’t wait for pt 2.
AWW THANK YOU! I love her so much as well!
I think that Varang likes her because she reminds her of herself and wants to groom her to be a stronger, more powerful version of her so that when she takes her place as leader of the Mangkwan, she’s ready to kill for her place. They have a somewhat similar dynamic to Quaritch and Varang in the sense that she wants an equal, someone that can take her toxicity and soak it into the core of their being (if that makes sense). That’s why my girl doesn’t flinch when Varang grabs her and why she feels comfortable talking about. There is definitely something Varang admires about her way of doing all of these horrible, horrible things and still being able to find the whimsy in life.
But she’s my little baby and once I get my planned pitt fics out or im hit with inspiration, I’ll post part 2! If anyone has any ideas, send them to my inbox or send me a private message!
guys i wrote probably the saddest beginning to a oneshot in my life and then cried myself to sleep. that’s how much it hit me. you guys are going to have a blast soon ☺️
