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"If." - Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Reader
Summary: Robby’s always kept his five daughters close to his chest, but a serious accident sends them all out of orbit. An exploration of family dynamics, forgiveness, gratitude, and connection.
Tags/Notes: kidfic, aged down robby (early 40s), wife!mom!reader, girl dad robby, angst/whump, hurt/comfort, siblings fighting and making up
Content: descriptions of various injuries, car accident, also a couple rated M scenes
A/N: after the absolute numbers my last fic did (thank you!!) i know this one’s gonna flop but I LOVE HER she is very beautiful TO ME. and i’m proud of myself for finishing a wip i started literally months ago regardless. and also i forgot langdons son is called tanner bc im dumb <3
Word Count: 8.7k
Part One: I’m Sorry
You wake up to the feeling of your husband kissing your shoulder and neck softly, no urgency or pressure on his lips. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your skin – I love you, you’re beautiful, you’re everything to me – and the soft scratch of his overgrown beard tickles your skin. He hasn’t been trying to wake you, but you don’t mind. It’s perfect compared to the alarm that’s going to blare within the next hour, based on the sunrise beginning to threaten the winter horizon.
“Mmm. Morning, baby.” You stretch your arms above your head and Robby responds by wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you tight against his body. Realizing you’ve actually gotten a full night’s sleep, you lace your voice with gratitude, roll your ass against his morning wood, and purr, “You did the overnight all by yourself? That’s hot.”
“Ain’t my first rodeo,” he teases against your ear. Robby tugs down your sleep shorts and massages his way over your hips and ass, his hand greedy but still lazy and sweet. He slips his fingers between your thighs, toying with your pubic hair, and murmurs, “I know there’s no better way to earn morning sex than to take care of the baby while you get your beauty sleep.”
“You’re a very smart man, Dr. Robinavitch,” you praise as you shift your hips back to give him better access. Your eyes flutter closed as he slowly circles your clit, knowing just how to touch you after so long together. It’s not long before your body warms up and you let out a breathy moan, keeping your volume low.
Robby feels your pussy getting slick and coos, “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy so goddamn much.”
“Since when?” You roll your eyes even as you encourage his every touch. “We had sex before bed.”
He kisses the curve of your shoulder and murmurs as he pushes his first two fingers slowly inside of you, “I can’t miss my favorite girl overnight? She’s so wet for me. Clearly missed me, too.”
You start to melt as he curls his fingers against your walls, methodical and steady. “Can’t argue with you there.”
Then the sound of your two older daughters hissing at each other down the hall interrupts your happy floaty thoughts.
You groan in defeat, “Why are they up so early?”
“It’s already six,” Robby whispers back, not wanting to alert the girls that the two of you are awake lest they try to involve you in their fight. He reluctantly removes his fingers from your pussy, licks them clean, and tentatively begins, “Should we go and…?”
“It doesn’t sound too bad yet,” you reply, flipping over to snuggle into his chest, where he immediately wraps you up in a familiar embrace. “I wanna be with you a few more minutes before your double.”
He kisses the top of your head and sighs contentedly, “You’re such a sap.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
You manage to steal away three full, blissful minutes of cuddling with your husband before the teenage tornado in the hall picks up to lethal speed, threatening all structures in close proximity. Two high-pitched screeches pierce the relative quiet in tandem, both wielding the one word they think can rain terror on their opponent: “Mom!”
You lean your head back and sigh heavily, “Do I have to go out there?”
“On the plus side, we made it to-” Robby checks the alarm clock “-6:07 before the start of today’s war.”
“Better than last week.” Groggily sitting up and grabbing your discarded pajamas off the floor while the girls’ argument grows in volume, you gripe, “Do you think it’s too late to put them up for adoption?”
Robby sighs and laughs as he tugs on his sweats. “I’m sure there are orphanages that take 16-year-olds somewhere. Might even give us a tax benefit or something if we throw in the 14-year-old, too.”
“But then who would we embarrass in public? Each other?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “I couldn’t bear it.”
“Me neither. I’ll take the baby, you take the teens?”
Faux-exasperated, he pouts, “I have to take the teens just because you have the breastmilk?”
You pat his chest affectionately and give him a quick kiss, perching on your tiptoes. “That’s just how the cookie crumbles, daddy. We can ask our lactation consultant about switching roles if you want; you’d be amazed how far science has come.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Robby heads through the bedroom doors in his sweats and you follow just behind him, ducking into the nursery instead of down the hall to the teens’ shared bathroom where the first front of WWIII is playing out.
Seeing their dad instead of you, the girls shut their mouths and look at their feet.
Robby speaks low and gently, “I’m not gonna suggest peace, but can we at least keep it down out here when we fight? Your little sisters don’t have to be up for school for another hour and your mom pushed out a human person twelve weeks ago, so she should get to sleep in, but now the baby’s up because of the yelling.” They both mutter something close to an apology to him, still glaring at each other. Arms crossed over his chest, Robby puts on his best Serious Doctor Robinavitch face and asks, “So what’s going on here?”
Tanner clenches her jaw and gestures dramatically to Maggie. “Kind of obvious, isn’t it?”
He looks at her flatly. “Humor me.”
“Her clothes.”
Robby inspects them carefully and realizes both teenagers are wearing jeans, a white tee, and a black silky camisole layered over it. He remembers you wearing similar outfits back in the naughty aughties. He’s not crazy about the inch of midriff exposed on Tanner, but you’ve put in a lot of time convincing him that it’s developmentally appropriate clothing and it’s not her fault she had to inherit his height, so he bites his tongue on that front. Slowly, after a minute of consideration, he offers, “You…match.”
“Exactly!” Tanner groans, “She saw me in this and immediately put on that.”
“And?”
“Dad, seriously? I know you’re fashion blind, but I can’t go to school wearing the exact same thing as my freshman baby sister.”
Robby sighs, “So go change.”
Tanner scoffs again; Robby’s wondering when her sounds of exasperation started sounding so much like his. “Why should I change? She’s the one who copied me in the first place.”
“How about you both change?”
Maggie crosses her arms over her chest and bites back, “I’m not changing. I like this outfit. I look better in it than you anyway.”
Before Tanner can freak out at that one, Robby raises his voice and both his sands slights. “Woah, there, let’s not launch the nukes at this hour.”
You emerge from the nursery with Daisy sleeping against your chest, her mouth open and her expression totally content. Both the teens love the baby, so they soften slightly. Relief washes over Robby; this isn’t really his area.
Unable to resist and seeing a clear path to resolution, you smile at your eldest daughters and say, “You two look adorable. I remember when we used to put you in matching outfits all the time. Aw, maybe we should pick something like that out for Daisy and take pictures before school!”
Maggie shrieks defiantly, shoves into her bedroom, and slams the door.
Tanner crosses her arms over her chest, glares, shakes her head, and then ducks back into the bathroom.
Robby loops his arm around your lower back, plants a kiss on the top of Daisy’s head, and chuckles, “That was a diabolical move, hon.”
“They’ll both change,” you reason with a shrug.
The closest bedroom to you creaks open slowly, a tiny figure emerging from the dark that’s interrupted only by her nightlight. Rubbing sleep from her eyes as she clutches her tattered baby blanket, seven-year-old Susanna pushes open her door and asks, soft and sleepy, “Why are they mad today?”
Robby sighs and tells her, “They’re teenagers. They’re made of being mad.”
She nods her head and reaches up for her dad’s arms. Robby’s getting too old for it, but he still pulls her up onto his hip. She leans on his shoulder and mutters, “I’m never gonna be a teenager.”
Robby kisses the top of her head. “Good plan, mouse.”
You give him a look and then tell Susanna, “Yeah, you will be. You’ll fight with Evie over stupid stuff the same way Maggie and Tanner fight, but then you’ll hug and make up and be best friends again by the end of the day because we’re family. And what does that mean to us?”
She yawns and mumbles, “Hope-oh-no-no.”
Robby laughs but smiles tenderly, correcting, “Ho’oponopono. What’s that mean, princess?”
She snuggles into his chest, props her thumb in her mouth (a habit you’ve been unsuccessfully trying to get her to kick for the better part of five years), and mutters around it, “I’m sowwy. I wove you.”
After another yawn, her voice drifts off into nothing and her breathing gets heavy again. Robby’s always had a magical ability to get anyone to fall asleep in his arms. He takes a deep breath of her feathery dark hair, cherishing the few remaining moments he’ll have of picking her up, and then takes her back into her bedroom, tucking her in for another hour of sleep.
Tanner emerges from the bathroom with her hair sleekly parted, sharp eyeliner and glossy lip applied. She’s always been much cooler and more stylish than you ever were at her age; Robby worries about her becoming conceited, but you see the artistry and skill behind her interest in fashion and makeup. As she stuffs her backpack right in the entryway to her bedroom, you walk up behind her and muse, “Maggie just thinks you look cool, T.”
“Because I do,” she huffs back. “But that doesn’t mean she can copy me; she should grow her own personality.”
“She’s trying to. Right now, she’s looking around at everyone else trying on little pieces of their personalities to see what fits. Remember when you were her age and you wanted to wear my perfume and my shoes all the time?”
“Well, yeah, I thought you were the prettiest woman in the world.”
You narrow your eyes teasingly. “Thought?”
Tanner snorts. “I think you’re the prettiest woman in the world, mom, and I wanted to be like you.”
“So what do you think that means about your sister copying you?”
Tanner purses her lips rolls her eyes — but then she crosses the call, knocks on Maggie’s door, and calls gently, “Hey, Mags, I’m sorry, alright? You looked really cute. You want me to help you pick out something to wear? You can borrow one of my shirts.”
After a minute of shuffling around, Maggie reappears with shiny eyes and red cheeks. Swallowing hard as she pretends to still be mad, she offers, “Fine.”
An hour later, with the older girls ready to go out the door and the younger two just waking up, you’re a whirlwind. You set the table for the whole family, make lunches, and half-supervise Susanna and Evie’s morning routine. They’re generally speaking old enough now to pick out their own clothes, but you still check in to make sure they don’t grab anything that would lead to a call from a teacher. Robby has the baby strapped to his chest, looking far too hunky in his black scrubs as he scrambles eggs for seven, while you make sure all the girls have what they need for the day in their backpacks. It’s routine now, practiced, but you’re still methodical about each step.
As the girls pile into the kitchen, Robby plates up eggs and hasbrowns and fruit for each of them, handing over your plate first. One thing he’s always insisted on is eating breakfast as a family since it’s the only time of day you’re all reliably at home. Once everyone’s sitting down and relatively quiet, you give the day’s marching orders: “Dad’s working a double, so I’m on chauffeur duty tonight. Tanner has yearbook club after school, so Maggie, you’ll have to find some way to entertain yourself before I can pick you up after.”
Maggie grumbles some sort of annoyed approval; they all know the drill when Robby has long, unavoidable shifts.
You go on, “Evie’s school has a half day today, so-”
“What?!” Susanna’s mouth falls open from the injustice of it all. She’s adorable and cute when she’s all sleepy, but once she’s had a hit of orange juice, her personality is the size of a semi truck. “How is that fair? I have to go to school all day and then still go to my soccer game? That’s bullshit!”
Robby chokes on his juice, trying not to laugh. “I told you to stop saying that, kiddo.”
“Uncle Jack says it all the time!”
“Uncle Jack is a grown-up.”
“Uncle Jack says that-”
You clear you throat and say, “Uncle Jack isn’t your father. You’ll get in trouble at school if you talk like that, and if you get in trouble you can’t do soccer.”
She pouts but nods. You haven’t yet explained to her that Evie goes to a different school because she’d been bullied at the public school for being autistic. It’s not an easy thing to explain to a bubbly, protective seven-year-old who thinks her nine-year-old sister is the coolest person alive because she can name every type of bug native to Pennsylvania.
You take a deep breath and continue with morning announcements, “Like she said, Susanna has a soccer game tonight and we will all be going, so we’re-”
Tanner scoffs and protests, “I have plans with Luke and-”
“And you should’ve checked the family calendar before you decided on that,” you interrupt, pointing to the whiteboard covered in sticky notes that rules everyone’s lives. “We’re all going to your photography showcase this weekend, so you’re going to Susanna’s soccer game. We show up for each other here. I’m even gonna take everyone to dinner beforehand, so it’s not the end of the world.”
Mischief flickers in Tanner’s eyes. A bargaining chip. She asks, “If I have to flake on my friends, can I at least drive us to the game?”
You glance over at Robby; he’s the one who’s always hesitant to let her log practice hours now that she has her permit. He gives a reluctant, tight-lipped grimace with his nod. “Sure, it’s not far.”
“Hell yeah.”
Robby narrows his eyes. “Tanner.”
“Heck yeah,” she amends with a cheeky smile.
Susanna gives her oldest sister a punch on the arm and a gap-toothed smile. “I’ll even score a goal for you.”
Maggie snickers, “Your team’s actually gonna score a goal for once?”
Susanna’s next punch to her other sister’s arm is much less friendly. She furrows her brows, looking way too much like Robby, and screams, “That’s such bullshit!”
You pinch the bridge of your nose as Daisy starts to squirm against Robby’s chest. He just looks at you and smiles softly while they start arguing back and forth. Next to you, Evie tugs on your tee’s sleeve and asks quietly, “Can I take my breakfast and go watch Bluey?”
Knowing she just needs some peace and quiet, you brush some butter from her cheek and sigh gently, “Yeah, sweetheart, go ahead.”
The other three don’t even notice her making a silent escape to the living room, too wrapped up in complaining at one another. It’s amazing how Susanna can match wits and volume with the girls who are twice her age. It only ends when Robby’s watch beeps. He starts collecting empty plates as he announces, “Alright, Team High School, get your butts in the Audi. I won’t be participating in any arguments about who gets shotgun. You have two minutes before I drive to the hospital without you.”
Tanner and Maggie both launch out of their chairs and toward the door, already definitely arguing about who gets the heated seat, which comes with control of the radio. The ability to turn off Robby’s favorite station that mainly plays Rush and Eagles is a huge privilege.
As their voices receded into the garage, Robby places the dishes in the washer and then turns to you. He touches the top of Susanna’s head and offers, “Wanna hold your sister for a minute, Suz?”
Susanna wrinkles her nose. “So you can kiss Mommy?”
Robby raises up his hands like he’s been caught. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, buy only because she’s being cute right now.”
“Same rules I follow,” you chuckle while Robby relocates Daisy from his chest to her big sister’s arms. He’s careful to remind Susanna how to support her head and neck, always protective and anxious as a dad even when they’re sitting perfectly still. When he stands up straight, you lean up on your toes and link your arms behind the back of his neck. “My turn?”
“Your turn,” he laughs, bending down to kiss you fondly. “Love you. Be safe today.”
“Yeah, sure,” you reply with an eye roll, “I’ll be safe on the couch with my baby while you deal with gunshot wounds and scalpels for twelve hours straight.” You cut off his response with another kiss and then poke him sternly in the chest. “Eat a full lunch and a full dinner. Snacks every other hour. Actually take bathroom breaks and your fifteens.”
He sighs at your sweetness, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “I know, I know, gotta take care of myself so I can take care of everyone else.”
“That’s right. See you tomorrow, Dr. Robby.”
Part Two: Please Forgive Me
Jack Abbot shoves into the Pitt an hour before he’s scheduled with panicky eyes that expertly scan the entire area. He jogs up to the nurse’s station where Dana’s about to question him when he demands, “Is Robby here? Did he leave early or something?”
Dana touches his forearm and searches his face. “Dr. Abbot, are you alright?”
Jack rambles out, still looking over her shoulders in case his best friend walks by, “I couldn’t sleep and I had the scanner on and I heard about a multi-vehicle with a light blue Lexus TX.”
“Yeah, EMS called it in. Sounds like it’s gonna be gnarly. Multiple casualties in the field. A handful of ambulances are a couple minutes out, but we’re fully staffed and- What? What’s that face about? What’s going on?”
“That’s just- that’s what Robby drives.” Jack lets out a deep breath as he sees Robby’s lumbering form cresting around a corner, snapping off exam gloves and beelining for the closest vending machine. “Just a coincidence, I guess.”
Dana snorts as she goes back to charting. “Robby drives a Lexus?”
“Yeah, and I thought- I was worried that- You know how I get.” He shakes his head dismissively and Robby walks toward him with a curious look in his eyes. Jack pulls him into an unexpected hug, clapping him on the back and muttering, “Jesus, brother. Anxiety had me thinking you got in a car crash; sorry about the hug.”
“I’ll never say no to a free Jack Abbot hug,” Robby jokes. Pulling back, he offers Jack a cup of coffee and presses, “I heard there’s a crash coming in; why’d you think I’d be out driving when you know I’m scheduled today?”
Jack shrugs, takes the cup, and tells him, “Crash has a light blue TX in it; I know yours is a custom wrap, so I figured the odds there’s more than one here are-”
Deathly quiet, Robby interrupts, “I didn’t drive the TX today; I took the pickup. Tanner has the Lexus. Tanner has the Lexus.” As that settles hard on Jack’s shoulders, Robby grips him by the arms, fingers digging in, and asks, “Did they say the plate on the scanner?”
Jack’s stomach turns as he whispers back, “JKA-”
The blood drains from Robby’s face as he turns around, jogging out of earshot before Abbot can even finish. Dana looks curiously at Jack and clarifies, “Someone’s borrowing Robby’s car and crashed it? Who’s Tanner?”
“Tanner’s his oldest daughter,” Jack explains, barely able to move himself. His first goddaughter, who he helped deliver in the middle of a snowstorm during med school. “Robby’s wife always- She makes all of them go to Susanna’s soccer games and sometimes they let Tanner drive. I should- I should go out there and get ready. He’ll want me to take care of them if he can’t.”
Dana’s mind reels as two of her senior attendings run off.
Robby has always been incredibly private. Says it makes it easier for him to be the boss if nobody knows what’s going on at home or in his head. But, like everyone else at the hospital, she’d assumed he was a single hermit from the…everything about him. No wedding ring, no leaving early for parent-teacher conferences, nothing to make anyone believe he has a very, very full life at home. It’s surprisingly easy to keep things incredibly vague in an environment full of chaos and constant teaching, brushing off questions and never revealing anything. He wasn’t legally required to explain that his vacation time is for anniversaries, that his sabbaticals are paternity leave, that his strict adherence to leaving on time is to make it home for family dinners and helping the girls with math homework. So he didn’t. The one time he’d made a comment about kids – saying Jake was the son he never had – it made everyone think he didn’t have a family instead of the reality that, in fact, he was just drowning in daughters.
The transponder crackles again on her deck, repeating the message for the entire ED to prepare.
Multiple casualties in the field. Ambulances en route.
Dana yanks Shen to the nurse’s station as he’s strolling by, sipping his third coffee of the night. “John, you’re going to have to run point tonight, okay?”
“Is Robby-”
“His wife and daughters were in the crash, apparently. Don’t know if he’ll be working.” She takes a long breath and scans the shift board, mentally filling in gaps and making decisions. “We’re going to have to keep our shit together no matter what.”
Robby’s been in the ambulance bay with Jack for a count of 78 when the first two ambulances wail to a stop at the far end of the concrete, leaving plenty of room for the coming onslaught. He tries to process the scene in front of him. His brain seems to have shifted out of doctor mode. None of it makes sense. The EMTs are moving fast, too fast, for him to follow. The sirens and noises take over his mind. His heart slams over and over and it’s louder than anything else.
Seeing her dad before she sees him, Tanner launches out of the first ambulance. As the EMT tries and fails to grab her, she sprints toward the Pitt’s doors and tumbles into Robby’s arms, practically knocking the wind out of him with the force of her body. She's already babbling as he blinks hard to recognize her presence, “I’m so sorry, dad, I- I don’t know what happened and- and now the car is totally wrecked. I swear I used my blinker and checked my blind spot and-”
“Honey, hey, it’s alright.” He kisses the top of her head over and over, clutching her hair like he’s waiting for her to slip through his fingers. She’s the first thing that’s felt real since he heard about the incoming crash. Unable to release her, he assures, “None of that matters right now. We’ve got insurance; it’s just a hunk of metal. Now where are your sisters? Where’s your mom?”
She collapses into tears again and Robby holds her tight, heart slamming against his ribs as he scans the incoming ambulances while they stop and unload. The EMT gives Robby a pointed look and he nods, pulling back from Tanner and meeting her eyes. “You need to go back to the ambulance so they can check you out some more and decide what the hospital needs to do, okay?”
“What? No!” She clutches Robby’s sleeve in a stubborn hand and says, “I’m fine; I need to help you find everyone and make sure they’re okay.”
Robby’s stomach drops to his feet when she confirms what he’d feared; the accident had been on the way back from Susanna’s soccer game, all the Robinavitch girls in the stands cheering her on.
Which means you were in the car.
You were all in the car.
His whole world in that $90,000 pile of crumpled metal he’d bought for you because it was the safest SUV on the market last year.
Robby takes one slow, deep breath. It’s time for him to be brave for his girls, no matter how impossible that feels. He cups Tanner’s cheek and insists again, “Sweetheart, you need to go with the EMT now. So many invisible things can happen during accidents and- and I need to know you’re safe. I need to know where you are. Everyone else is going to be coming right here, okay? You don’t have to look for them; you just have to listen to the doctors and do what they say.” He presses a soft kiss to her forehead and urges, “Please, T. I promise I’ll come find you as soon as I know anything. I love you.”
Tanner nods slowly and sniffles back her unending tears. “I love you, too, Dad.”
She hasn’t said that in a long time – too ‘grown up’ and easily embarrassed – and Robby’s heart splinters even more. His brave girl, his first baby, who’s always tackled the world head-on, is scared and small and searching for his strength. He gives her one more hug before sending her away while another set of ambulances arrives.
Then pieces of his world start to roll by on gurneys. Everything moves in slow motion while Robby stands there in the bay, useless, not a doctor right now. Evie goes by first, her eyes open and frantic but her head held down with a strap across her bloody forehead. Suspected concussion. She makes eye contact with Robby but doesn’t speak, rolled by too fast for either of them to process. Then it’s three strangers in various states of distress and injury. And then Susanna, tiny and frail in her green soccer uniform when she’s usually larger than life. She’s not conscious as far as Robby can tell and that’s what brings him back to the present.
Robby unfreezes and follows the gurneys even though his legs feel like lead. Suddenly Jack’s by his side again and he’s talking rapid-fire and Robby isn’t hearing anything as the EMTs start telling him what’s going on. All he can see is the unnatural angle of Susanna’s shin, cracked and bleeding, and something sharp sticking out of her abdomen. The lack of expression on her face. He can’t stop picturing Daisy, so small despite being overdue, and her ‘baby on board’ sticker on the back bumper that wouldn’t do anything but let them find her body faster than-
No.
No, don’t go there.
He hasn’t even realized he’s stopped moving, Evie’s gurney going through the floppy doors toward the imaging wing. He’s still floating in space, lost and out of orbit with his family flung on different paths. Where’s Maggie? She probably would’ve been in the front seat, always fighting over getting to sit there. Multiple casualties in the field. Robby can’t breathe. Where are you? Where’s Daisy? Multiple casualties in the field. There are too many people here and it’s too loud and too bright. And he sees Susanna on the other side of the ED, conscious now but wailing in pain and covered in blood and surrounded by Robby’s students. The sound of her pain alone is enough to strangle him.
Jack’s hand crashes across Robby’s face.
Hard.
Ears ringing, skin burning.
Jack’s eyes are serious and dark and urgent. “Stay with me, brother. We need you right now. Your girls need you.”
Robby can barely form a coherent sentence and he feels his knees starting to give. He’s only seen half his family alive so far. And he can’t think about anything else. His voice sounds foreign, far away, aching. “Where’s Maggie and where’s- where’s-”
Jack guides him to the ground instead of trying to keep him on his feet. “Breathe, Michael. Breathe.” His pager is going off non-stop; he’s needed for another trauma, another body, another family falling apart. He shoves his water bottle into Robby’s arms and says, “We’ll send someone with an update about everyone as soon as we can. I know this is a fucking nightmare right now, but I swear I’ll-”
“Dr. Robinavitch?”
It’s Mohan, who looks even more scared and unsure than Robby, holding six clipboards stacked on top of each other.
Six.
Six charts.
Six people.
Robby’s chest finally begins to loosen. Six charts means six living patients. No matter what, you’re all here. You’re all in his hospital being cared for by his people.
Mohan goes on, “I’m so sorry, but we need you to sign some consents so that we can-”
Robby takes the clipboards and pen from her hand. He swallows hard and manages to find Dr. Robinavitch somewhere inside the shrapnel of his gut. “Walk me through it, kid.”
Jack gives one more squeeze to Robby’s bicep and then jogs back across the ED to wherever he’s needed next as Mohan joins Robby on the floor instead of asking him to stand up. She could use the moment of rest, too. “I’m really sorry it’s me talking to you instead of someone more senior, but they’re all busy with-”
“Walk me through it,” he repeats, “like any other family member, alright?”
She whispers, “You’re not any other family member.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll critique your bedside manner after.”
“That might help,” she admits with a nervous laugh. “Okay. We’ll go from most to least urgent.”
“Good. Take the consents from me as you get them; never waste time.”
Mohan swallows and nods. “The car was hit squarely on the passenger side. Margaret-”
“Maggie.”
“Her, ah, her school ID says Margaret. Maggie was sitting in the area of highest impact, and her injuries correspond with that. She’ll need multiple casts, but, ah, but the big thing is that we need to start a craniotomy right away. She has a brain bleed known as an intracerebral hemorrhage; we need to drain the bleed and repair the vessels.”
Robby goes white and sweaty. His brain switches into autopilot because he can’t dare process how serious that is. What it could mean. How, in a few hours, he may not have five daughters anymore. “We can’t do a stereotactic aspiration?”
“Unfortunately, the size and location of the bleed rule out less invasive treatment methods. We need to be aggressive in treating this.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Your delivery. Good.” He scribbles his signature across five pages on Maggie’s chart. Samira runs it to central and the machine of the hospital takes over. “Next.”
Mohan continues on, fatigue thick in her voice, “When it comes to Evelyn-”
“Evie.”
Mohan gives a sad sort of smile. “Right. Evie. She was sitting directly behind Maggie, so she got the next most impact. There’s still lots of imaging to do, but we’re looking at a myriad of fractures, mostly minor, but she does have a break in one of her forearm growth plates that could impact long-term development of the limb.”
“A little stiff, Samira,” Robby tells her. “Try again.”
“One of Evie’s breaks could lead to her arm growing abnormally, so we’ll need to monitor that closely over the next year. Most growth plate fractures do heal normally, though.”
“Better. Other breaks?”
“On the right side of her body, she has different levels of fractures from her shoulder down to her hip, essentially. We’ve located four fractured ribs, a break in her collarbone, and several through her wrist and forearm. One of the consents is for an ortho specialist to come down and fit her for a custom cast; she’s going to have to be out of school for a while.”
Robby sighs and rubs his hands over his face. Exhaustion weighs his features down, but there’s nothing he can do except go through. He signs.
It feels never-ending as Mohan continues, “Susanna is conscious, responsive, and generally in good condition, but she’s going to need surgery to remove multiple foreign bodies and to set the bones in a complex tibial fracture.”
The part of his brain that wants to teach is keeping him occupied from the horror of it all, stabilizing his voice and increasing his focus. Dr. Robby asks absently, scratching away at each form, “What are the foreign bodies? You should usually just say the object if it isn’t privileged or, y’know, embarrassing.”
“It’s mainly glass pieces. The largest is a few inches, but there are a lot of smaller shards. It’s going to be an intricate debridement.”
“Which means?”
“It’s going to be a lengthy, very precise surgical process to ensure we successfully remove all pieces,” she corrects, letting out a relieved breath when Robby nods his approval. “We’re very lucky that there don’t seem to be punctures to any of her organs, but we won’t know for sure about some of the larger pieces until we have a sterile field.”
Robby looks up at Mohan for the first time since she started. “How’d she get punctured by so much glass from the backseat?”
“The sunroof fell inward under the weight of another vehicle,” she explains quietly. Mohan stills Robby’s shaking hand and tells him, gentle and human, “The EMT told me that she was in the lowest impact part of the car. Her injuries were sustained after the crash.”
Robby’s brow furrows. For the first time, he actually doesn’t follow. “What does that mean?”
Mohan touches his shoulder, comforting and sure, as she explains, “Susanna maneuvered herself however she could over the baby’s car seat when she saw part of the car about to collapse. She knew her leg would get crushed and that she was going to get covered in glass. But she moved to save the baby’s life.” Wiping a quick, unexpected tear from her cheek, Mohan murmurs, “You should get her an ice cream or something for that.”
Robby gets choked up. When did he start crying? The sob is aching. How could he have raised someone so brave she would do that? So brave she would put her life on the line? Scared and hurt and seven years old and already saving lives. When Mohan gives the next chart to Robby, he steadies himself with a few deep breaths.
“For the other three, I just need some basic forms signed.”
“Thank god,” Robby mutters, flipping through the pages and signing haphazardly. He always cringes when family members don’t take the time to look at their consents, but now all he cares about is getting this done. Getting to his family.
“Tanner mainly has soft tissue injuries – bruises, some sprains – and she needed stitches on a few cuts. Otherwise, she was incredibly lucky. My main concern for her is psychological; it’s incredibly difficult for such a new driver to feel safe again after something like this. She’s going to be dealing with a lot of guilt. Make sure she gets the help she needs as soon as possible.”
“That’s a good thing to say, kid. Really good. A lot of doctors would skip that.” Robby makes a mental note to ask his therapist for recommendations for an adolescent specialist. Then he asks, softer than Samira’s ever heard her boss, “My wife? The baby?”
“Daisy was in the low-impact zone as well, thankfully, and clearly your wife’s a pro mom because she was properly secured to protect her head and neck. We only suspect a concussion, which is really the best possible outcome for an infant so young in an accident this serious. We have her in a private room for observation.” At last, Samira smiles, just happy to have a little good news to share. “And your wife is over there with her. We took some imaging and bloodwork to be safe, but for now the worst seems to be a few minor lacerations from helping the girls.”
Robby sighs, gratitude and grief in equal measure through his body. “Can I head up there and see them now?”
“Of course, Dr. Robby. Room six,” she tells him, trying to seem sure. “Keep your pager on; we’ll keep you updated on everyone’s treatment.”
“Thanks, Samira. Good job.”
Before she can say anything else, he’s jogging across the ED floor, dodging gurneys and triage stations and questions. The pediatric rooms have never felt so far away, but his legs manage to keep carrying him even as every step shakes.
The hospital is quieter with each foot away from the chaos of the emergency room. The moment he pulls open the door to pediatric six, that eerie quiet is replaced by the most wonderful sound he’s ever heard. Singing.
It’s you.
It’s you and you’re holding his kicking and screaming and beautifully alive baby in your tired arms.
Sitting on the loveseat that overlooks the infant-sized vitals setup Daisy's been removed from to nurse, you gaze up at him with so much emotion in your expression. Relief, he realizes. Relief that he’s here with you. You’ve been crying and so has he, all your eyes red-rimmed and puffy. He surges forward as you whimper, “Michael.”
Your breathless voice is a mitzvah in and of itself. Robby falls to his knees in front of you and presses his head into your thighs and feels the realness and the life of you. Daisy is screaming her little head off and it’s pure music, the melody of her lungs working and her heart beating. Robby envelops you both on the loveseat, taking the baby’s weight from you, and weeps.
And weeps.
Late that night, you try to sleep with your head on Michael’s shoulder on the couch in Maggie’s and Evie’s shared hospital room. Susanna’s fast asleep, her head in your lap, neon green leg cast propped up, mouth lolling open. Daisy is in a hospital bassinet with Jack watching over her. Visiting hours are over, but it turns out some people are willing to look the other way for the chief attending and his family.
Tanner hasn’t left Maggie’s side since she came out of surgery. The doctor had spoken too fast to you and Robby out in the hallway, leaving Tanner straining to hear even snippets. Brain bleed. Surgery as successful as possible given the extent and severity. No timeline on when she’ll wake up. If she’ll wake up.
If.
It’s the worst word Tanner’s ever heard.
You’re the only one awake to hear what Tanner’s whispering, over and over, to her little sister: “I’m sorry, Mags. I’m so sorry. Please wake up. Please, please forgive me.”
Part Three: Thank You
You’ve been home for five days now with Daisy and Susanna, doing almost nothing but sleeping, eating, pumping, and crying. Jack’s been staying over, too, helping out with making the house accessible for Susanna and for Evie when she’s able to come home.
In the evening, you hear the garage open and close.
You look up at Robby with broken hope in your eyes. Did Maggie wake up?
He shakes his head.
You tilt your head to the side. Is Tanner with you?
He shakes his head again and crawls onto the couch next to you, taking Daisy onto his chest and breathing slowly until he can speak. His fingers twine with yours as he tells you, “Evie can come home tomorrow if we’re ready.”
“We’re ready,” you reply, somehow still sounding eager in your constant exhaustion. “Jack and I finished with her new bedroom setup downstairs today.”
“Good. That’s good.” Robby kisses the side of your head and murmurs, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For everything and then some,” he replies softly. Daisy grips his beard with her grabby hands and he lets her, smiling sleepily at her wide eyes. He brushes some of her wispy dark curls and adds, “Thank you for this perfect baby. Thank you for our family. Thank you for-”
“I already spent the whole day crying, Michael,” you cut him off, wiping your wet cheeks. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“Never doubted it for a second.” His warm brown eyes flick over to you before returning to Daisy’s, a mirror of his own. “I love you so much. All of you.”
Jack appears in the living room archway, silhouetted by the hall light. “Susanna’s out after four grueling rounds of Slow Mo The Soccer Sloth. Now give me that baby and go to bed.”
Robby frowns. “I just got her. Wait your turn.”
“Nuh uh,” Jack protests, stretching out his arms for his tiny niece. “You have access to cute baby time whenever you want; this is my vacation. You need to rest with your wife. The kid and I will enjoy Goodnight Moon on our own, thank you very much.”
Robby nods and hands off Daisy, who immediately yanks Jack’s earlobe. Bless him for not minding or complaining.
As Robby helps you to your feet, you start to tell Jack for the hundredth time, “There’s fresh breastmilk in-”
But Jack raises his hand to cut you off. “I’m a pro, mama, don’t worry. You two get as much sleep as you can; I’ve got breakfast set, too.”
“You’re an angel,” you sigh sweetly, giving both Daisy and Jack a kiss on the cheek. “You should think about switching careers.”
He smiles as Daisy gives him a wide-eyed, wondrous giggle. “If I could make six figures entertaining this munchkin, I’d consider it.”
Robby clasps his shoulder and says, voice deep and true, “Thank you, Jack. You know how grateful I am for you?”
Jack nods slowly and then gives Robby a one-armed hug. “Yeah, I do. Get some sleep, brother.”
As Jack takes the baby to the kitchen to warm up her next bottle, Robby walks just behind you up the stairs. Even though you’ve felt totally fine since day three, Robby continues to be protective, keeping a hand low on your back to stabilize you. He helps you get ready for bed and you let him dote and spoil, savoring his adoration and tenderness.
While Robby works lotion into your back, sitting behind you in bed, you ask him, “Did Tanner say anything today?”
“Not to me,” he replies softly. “Dana told me that she took a shower and ate all the food the nurses brought her, so that’s good.”
“Still talking Maggie’s ear off?”
“About everything and anything,” he confirms. “If I were in a coma, listening to Tanner talk about Luke’s cute butt when he plays lacrosse would definitely wake me up so I could puke.”
You let out a barking laugh and slap his thigh hard. “Michael!”
Pressing his forehead to the curve of your shoulder, he mutters, “If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.”
“I know,” you sigh. “Me too. How long do we let her stay at the hospital?”
“Until Maggie wakes up.”
“What if-”
He shakes his head and snakes his arms around your stomach, insisting, “Until she wakes up.”
“Okay. Until she wakes up.” You turn around, adjusting so you’re in his lap instead of between his legs, and time your breaths with his. “She’s a good sister.”
“Yeah, she is. They’re all so good. Like their mother.” He kisses your forehead and then holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You ready to go to bed?”
With a slightly pained look, you sigh and nod.
Robby sees right through you, of course. Twenty years together will do that. “What is it?”
You sigh and admit, “My boobs are swollen and my haakaa is downstairs and my baby is having a bottle in her nursery.”
Robby chews on that for a second and then smirks a bit. His cheeks going red, he rubs your back and says, “It’s funny; I feel like it would be weird to offer to suck on your nipples like I haven’t done it a million times before.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m not sure,” he replies. As you lift your tee up and toss it to the side, baring your naked breasts to him for the first time since the accident, he mutters, “Something about it being wrong to think about your boobs while our kids are-”
You shut him up with a kiss, warm and firm and begging. “My therapist told me this morning that it’s more important than ever to focus on our relationship.” As Robby groans, throwing his head back so you can kiss up his neck, you breathe out, “She said that couples who prioritize intimacy during stress and tragedy have significantly reduced rates of divorce.”
He almost laughs. “Were you worried about us getting divorced?”
“No, obviously,” you huff as Robby tugs his own shirt off and begins kissing across your chest, staying a few inches away from where you need most. “I just missed you. I need you. We need each other.”
Gripping your hips and grinding up against your ass, he teases, “So this ‘swollen breasts’ thing was just a ruse to get me to pay attention to you?”
You give him a conspiratorial smile and suggest, “How about you start sucking and find out?”
Amid your teasing and gasping and knowing, Robby finds a perfect escape in worshipping every healing inch of your body. The intimacy is a lifeline, an anchor, a need. It lets him sleep. Lets him rest.
You wake with a start to the sound of Robby’s phone. His hand shoots out to stop the piercing sound as you groggily flip to your side. He mutters, speech thick and slurred with sleep, “It’s the hospital.”
He turns on speaker phone and a woman’s clear voice comes through: “Dr. Robby?”
With the phone on his chest, Robby rubs his hands over his face and sighs as you snuggle up against his arm, “Mohan? What is it?”
“Maggie’s awake.” Without saying a word, Robby launches out of bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and starts snatching clothes for both of you from the closet. While he’s shimmying on sweats and brushing his teeth, Samira asks, “Robby? You still there?”
You pick up the phone with teary eyes as Robby pelts a cozy sweatshirt at you. “Yeah, he’s- he’s getting ready to go. We’ll be there soon. Is she scared?”
“No, actually.” You hear the tentative smile in her voice. “I think Tanner’s got that covered.”
That makes your heart so warm it might burst. “Thank you, Dr. Mohan.”
While tugging on shoes, Robby asks, “Is there anything we need to know about her condition before we get there?”
“She wants to see her sisters,” Samira replies tenderly. Then, she adds, “And she’s asking for pancakes.”
Dressed now, you ask her, “Can we have those ordered to the hospital?
“I think we can make that happen, Mrs. Robinavitch.”
An hour later, you’re all hugged and cried out while Maggie examines herself in the handheld mirror Samira offered her. Robby’s next to her, unable to stop touching her arm or her back to prove to himself she’s awake and alert. You’re at the end of the bed with Daisy knocked out on your chest and Susanna’s between Maggie’s legs, half-asleep but smiling. They even helped Evie transfer to her new transport chair so she could hold Maggie’s hand.
With a teary pout, Maggie observes, “They shaved half my head.”
“You had a pretty serious surgery,” Robby sighs, rubbing her back and once again checking over the intense line of staples holding her scalp together. “You’ve got battle scars now.”
“It looks badass,” Tanner tells her, expression serious and full of a kind of agony Robby had hoped he could protect her from forever. Then she pulls her dark hair up and reveals the undercut she’d given herself in the hospital bathroom four days earlier, claiming she knew it would help. It’s choppy and you know you’re going to have to clean it up with her dad’s electric clippers, but the way Maggie stares at it does wonders. “Look, I did mine, too.”
Maggie breaks into a small smile as she reexamines her hair in a new light, this time envisioning herself being the girl with the undercut and survival story. “Badass.”
After a few moments of silence, she sets the mirror down, chews on her words for a second, and then tells Tanner, “One of the last things I remember is fighting with you. I don’t ever wanna fight like that again. Not if- not if it’s the last thing we might get to talk about.”
Tanner shakes her head vehemently and replies, “I’ve been thinking about that too, Mags. And I- I wanted to say thank you for being so annoying. Thank you for fighting with me.” Tanner laughs through tears, brushing Maggie’s hair out with careful fingers to avoid tugging her scalp staples, absently braiding it just to be with her sister. “I get now that you bug me because you want my attention and that you want my attention because you think I’m-” her voice breaks but she keeps smiling through it “-you think I’m worth something. So thank you.”
Maggie winces as she pulls Tanner into a tight hug. “Let’s keep fighting forever, then, okay?” Then she turns to Susanna and Evie and points to them like a Disney villain. “And don’t think the two of you are getting out of that, either.”
You and Robby make knowing eye contact over your daughters’ heads. Ten thousand more quiet mornings interrupted with screaming matches.
You can’t imagine anything better.
Part Four: I Love You
The next morning, Robby’s going over a mountain of discharge paperwork with Dana as she finally scoffs and shakes her head. “Five daughters, huh, cap?”
He just smiles and shakes his head, expression fond. “Yup.”
“A 16-year-old and a three-month-old?” She looks down the bridge over her nose, over her glasses. “At the same time?”
“Yup.”
“How many of them did you plan?”
Robby cuts her an amused, almost conspiratorial glance. “Two.”
“So did you need someone to explain how condoms work? We’ve got that sexual health presentation series coming up for the local middle schoolers; it’s a popular show, but I bet I could swing you a ticket.”
“Alright, alright.” Robby crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the nurse’s station. “Look, we had Tanner way too young. I wasn’t even out of med school, but we decided to figure it out. Thought we were done after Maggie, but sometimes you take your wife on a trip for your ten-year anniversary and the timezones make her forget the pill and, y’know, Evie happened. We thought she should have a sibling closer to her own age.”
“And the new baby almost a decade later at, what, 45? Another accident?”
Robby shrugs and tells her, “I thought we were way too old for another baby, too, but…Well, look at her. Look at them.” He gestures affectionately at you across in the waiting room, nursing Daisy while Susanna sleeps with her head on your shoulder. Tanner’s pushing Evie around until she laughs and Maggie’s giving the directions. All his girls getting antsy, ready to go home. You catch his gaze and give him a wink. Robby squeezes Dana’s shoulder and explains, “You find a woman like that and there’s no such thing as an accident. There’s only love that keeps growing.”
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It's Called: Freefall
|| (Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader)
Main Masterlist
Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A smidge of angst
Word Count: 1.7k
Synopsis: In the Dreaming, a once vibrant realm now lies in ruins after Morpheus' century-long absence, leaving the Queen and Lucienne struggling to maintain its remnants. When Morpheus finally returns, weak and broken, the Queen's unwavering love brings him solace, as they begin the journey of restoring both the realm and his shattered heart.
The Dreaming, once home to beautifully lush forests and paths for its visitors to travel through, now lays grey and barren, stones and ash replacing the garden.
"Lucienne? What do you think?" The girl says, once Queen of this land, now one of the only inhabitants left.
"I think it's wonderful, My Lady. Though, how long do you think they will last this time? We got about a week out of them last time we tried." Lucienne remarks, wanting to be helpful with the new garden, but she knows it won't last, not without Morpheus.
"We'll do what we can, hopefully I can find something in the library that may help us this time around." The librarian says, walking off.
Though before she can really go anywhere, the air around them changes. Once tense and stuffy for a century, now feeling like a breath of fresh air. Confused by this, both women look at each other.
They go to the gates of the Dreaming, hoping to not find an intruder, they've had quite the few 'visitors', usually Lucifer wanting whatever is left of the Dreaming.
Instead, they find a naked Morpheus, a body the Queen knew very well. She rushes over, covering him with her cloak. Her hands travel all over him, touching his face and chest, trying to etch it into her brain.
"Morpheus..?" She whispers, barely audible. He looks at her, tears welling in his eyes, he looks terribly weak and vulnerable. A state she's only seen once before, when Orpheus died many years in the past.
He envelopes her in a desperate hug, inhaling her scent, practically eating her whole. Lucienne watches, a little awkwardly. They stay like that, just taking each other in, wordlessly.
Morpheus pulls away, reluctant, still keeping a hand on her. He observes the area, looking at the devastation that whisked in his departure. His palace in literal crumbles, the land is practically barren, their dimension in ruins..
She takes him back to the palace, Lucienne following close behind and updating him on what had occurred. They really did try their best, with Y/N's magic and Lucienne's library, but never could they be as powerful as Morpheus.
“The residents slowly left, most held hope you would come back, but after fifty years or so…” Y/N Mutters, holding onto him as if he were such a delicate crystal, her fingertips burning Morpheus skin in the most touch-starved way possible. One hundred and six years of no physical contact with another being, just in a stupid hamster ball. He’s practically melting into the girl.
They arrived at a wing of the rubbled palace, a few chambers still held up, ushering Morpheus to take a shower and relax. “Darling, are you alright? You’re so pale and gaunt.. Let me see if Abel and Cain have something for you to munch on!” His wife says in a hurry, off to see what they can offer. Though before she can go on her adventure, Morpheus tugs on her wrist, not wanting her to leave.
“Stay, my love.. I will recover when I rest, but please just stay by my side.” She knows he has a double meaning, smiling so sweetly at him, as if he were the stars and she were the moon. “I’ll always be here, even if the sun falls and the moon bursts into pieces, I’ll stand by your side.” She mutters to him as she pecks at his lips.
Morpheus is rarely an emotional person, but hearing that makes his heart feel like it was embroidered by her hands, string by string. He looks at his wife, still in the bathtub, and gives her a soft kiss. One filled with love, adoration, and absolute desperation.
She giggles as she pulls back, yet he chases her lips, capturing them once again. “You are drained and weak, there is much rest needed to be done before anything else!” she chides, finally pulling away from his reach. He rolls his eyes, submerging himself below the water.
The Queen chuckles, going to retrieve some clothing for his, as well as to prepare something for him to eat. Rummaging through the rest of his closet, she lands on a cloak that should still fit him. Laying it on the bed, she hurries to make something in the kitchen that always needs toe be repaired due to the crumbling nature of the realm.
“My Lady, would you like some help? Abel and Cain have graciously given some vegetables and a chicken they were raising.” Lucienne puts a basket of vegetables and a butchered chicken. “Oh that is lovely, I wish we had time to make chicken soup, but I think a roasted chicken would be quicker.”
She grabs the chicken, rubbing some seasoning and olive oil first, then pops it into the oven so it’ll be done about the same time as the vegetables. Lucienne helps prep the vegetables, peeling carrots and washing the cauliflower. Y/N is chopping everything up and making sure the stove is on with a pot of boiling water.
They wait a few minutes to time everything perfectly. In the meantime, they set up the dining table and wash anything that they had used in the cooking process. Lucienne pops back into the kitchen, salting the boiling water and drops the vegetables in. In return for the food, they have invited Abel and Cain to join them for dinner.
While Lucienne keeps an eye on the vegetables, Y/N pulls the chicken out of the oven and carving the meat away from the bones. Lucienne makes a quick gravy to serve over the chicken. They both plate everything up into serving dishes, humming a little tune and chatting about the recent duel they heard about in Hell.
Morpheus by this point has dried himself off and changed into the clothes Y/N left out for him. The smell coming from the kitchen urges him out of the room. Though Morpheus and his kind do not die from starvation, the feeling of pure hunger aches deep within.
“Dream? So it’s true! You’ve returned!” Abel envelopes him in a strong hug. Out of the two brothers, Abel has always been the more emotional one. Cain greets him, welcoming him back and giving a hug as well.
“So I take that you’ll be joining us for dinner?” Dream asks, sitting at his spot at the dining table. The brothers nod, taking their own respective seats. It's rare that they would get to dine with Morpheus, even before he left. Morpheus was much too busy to entertain guests, one of his deepest regrets when he was pondering his life in that fishbowl of a bubble.
Y/N and Lucienne bring out the dishes, serving everyone a hefty chunk of food. She briefly kisses Morpheus’ temple as she’s serving him, then returning to her own seat. There’s an elephant in the room that no one wants to address, making the atmosphere slightly tense. “You were gone for one hundred years, Dream.. Where were you?” Y/N cuts into her chicken while asking, trying to be super nonchalont.
Dream sighs, taking a bite of his potato before answering. “A man, he refused to accept the death of his son, leading him to try and make a deal with Death. He recited the incantation wrong or maybe it was the wrong spell entirely, but he had captured me instead. Kept trying to make a deal with me to bring his son back with mortal currencies and royalties, though it is not within my power to offer such things. He hated his youngest son, refused to accept him. But after he died, his son continued to keep me in this glass ball. His son killed Jessamy! What kind of person would do such a thing?? Only managed to escape because a guard had fallen asleep.” He rants on, enraged by such a depressing chapter of his life.
The rest of the table looks at each other worriedly as he explains, Y/N looking absolutely mortified. She puts a hand over his, trying to distract him, giving him a warm and sympathetic smile. She pours him more water, silently encouraging to drink more, knowing how dehydrated he must be.
Everyone is really awkward, not quite sure how to go about this. In the background, a piece of the west tower has fallen, leaving behind a huge boom. It doesn’t phase them, but Morpheus jumps up like a little kitten, looking around confused.
“Oh gosh, don’t worry sweetheart, come let’s take a walk,” She asks if Lucienne could finish cleaning up the dining table, which Lucienne accepts and wiggles her eyebrows. Y/N rolls her eyes in a teasing manner, holding Dream’s arm.
They walk to different parts of the realm, seeing how deserted and barren the land truly had become. Home’s were destroyed, dreams and nightmares loose, even Fiddler’s Green has gone! It brings him to literal tears, watching everything he has ever worked for be drained of it’s life.
“How dare they..? Take every litte piece of my world, my realm, my work! All for what? For some stupid boy who’s fought for his country? He played his part in life. Like every little domino in life, they fall, so what? You’ve ruined my life’s work, the entire reason of my existence for a son who tried so heavily to get away from your sick cult!?” He goes on and on, just venting his poor heart out to his wife.
She holds him in her arms, just like she did all those years ago.. “Muffin? Look at me.. shhh no it’s okay, cry it out love.” She’s petting his hair and playing with his hand. Morpheus has always been a tough man with little warmth in his heart, only ever reserved for Y/N. But being stuck in a hamster ball for a century has taken a toll on him, mentally speaking. Thinking of his life choices, his actions and words, regretting moments and missing out on so many things.
Now that he’s out of the horrible glass cage, Dream feels as though he’s found a saviour. Though Y/N was not able to save him from captivity, she did save him for the chains that weighed down his heart and mind. She saved him from the dark, festering thought that embedded themselves into his mind not even a whole day ago. Although there is much repair that is needed in his realm, in her arms, he is finally free.
Home
|| (Wolfstar x Fem!Reader)
Main Masterlist
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: A little angst
P.S: Tryna get back into posting regularly again, let me know what you think of this! C:
Synopsis: Late-night confessions and long-forgotten family secrets surface at Grimmauld Place, pulling Harry closer to his godparents, Sirius, Remus, and Y/N. As they share laughter over breakfast, the trio finds solace in each other, turning a house full of sorrow into a place of healing and family.
A once cold and dreary house, now filled with melancholic warmth, Grimmauld Place makes everyone uneasy due to its history.
Harry pads his feet gently across the hallway, hoping to be discreet In his search of a misplaced book. Hermione had told him to pack earlier, they’d be leaving for their fifth year the day after tomorrow. In Harry fashion, he had told her not to worry, now he's worried he won't be able to pack his bag.
“S'not fair, Siri…” Hearing the voice of his Godmother, he pauses, wanting to hear the conversation. What isn’t fair? He’s never heard his godmother cry in the five years he’s known her
“I know darling, but we have to push through, we have to raise that boy…even if it's the last thing we do.” Sirius holds her, the tears in her eyes giving away. Remus joins the hug, his heart breaking for his lovers. She tries to keep her sobs to a minimum, it’s late and she doesn’t want to wake people up.
“It’s been 14 years, yet I still can’t get over them. Everyone says he’s got Lily’s eyes…but he’s also got James’ smile,” she sobs even harder into Remus, unable to hold back. Y/N had known James since they were in diapers, raised together and practically siblings, despite being two years younger.
Sirius gives Remus a look, passing her off to Remus. The werewolf cradles her, patting her hair down and wiping her tears away. He pulls her onto the bed, trying to get her to relax more. Between the two boys, Remus had always been the better comforter.
“Harry, what are you doing up?” Sirius pops out of the room, spotting Harry near the end of the corridor. He freezes in place, not wanting to admit he was eavesdropping. “Just looking for my Herbology book, need to pack my case.” Sirius hums in acceptance.
Walking down to Harry, he smiles. “D’you ever wonder where the Potter Manor went? I mean, your father was a Pureblood, your Grandfather was a Potions Master!” Harry had never pondered on this before, head always stuck with the Dursely’s home.
He shakes his head, not really knowing what to say. Sirius smiles again, chuckling. “It took a little damage during the first war, a small cottage on the property got bashed in. Though the manor itself is in great condition, courtesy of Remus and Y/N.” His eyes have a little twinkle, reminiscing of the manor during his younger years.
His father being a pureblood rarely crossed his mind. Growing up with muggles, he never really registered his family heritage. Some days, he could barely consider himself a wizard, so remembering that his father was a pureblood and what that would entail never crossed his mind.
The boy looks up with a curious look, silently asking for more information. Sirius laughs, amused at his expression, like a little puppy. “You’d have to talk to Remus and Y/N, they’re the ones living there.” Sirius says, then bidding Harry goodnight, going back into their shared room.
Harry, now has forgotten the conversation he eavesdropped on, now completely focused on the thought of a Manor, one his real family had lived in, one where people were excited to finally be able to meet him. Though, only two of the six friends, well technically two friends and one traitor, would have been able to meet him in his teen years. Shuffling to his room, he does his best to not make any noise, it’s late and most Order members are sleeping.
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The house is bustling with people, most adults on the way to work, leaving the house to the teenagers and the couple. “Y/N, could you call the kids down? Breakfast is almost ready, you know how long they take to come down.” she snickers, bumping her hip into Remus’, a little love tap. Remus laughs, kissing her on the head. Sirius is watching the waffles, given very clear instructions to not burn them.
Y/N calls for Kreacher, being the only person in the house that Kreacher was happy with. “Yes, Mistress?” he asks. Y/N had been sorted into Slytherin, leaving James a little upset, but he eventually got over that. She was in the same year as Regulus, and a Pureblood. They had become best friends, practically inseparable. Kreacher loved her because Regulus loved her, though like a sister.
“Could you be a dear and call the children? It’s breakfast time. Would you like for me to set some aside for you?” She asks. Kreacher has never been accustomed to Y/N kindness, even after all these years. He nods his head shyly, going to call for the children, which he did grovel about.
“That elf could never warm up to me, yet could instantly love you?” Sirius pouts. His two lovers laugh, coming in for a quick group hug. “Guess I’m just better” she teases him. He scoffs, going back to intensely looking at the waffles, still with a pout.
Hermione comes down first, followed by Ginny. They take their seats at the table, waiting for others to join. Y/N pats the girls on their heads, putting plates down and making conversation. A small exploding sound comes from the stairs, revealing two nonchalant twins. She ignores the explosion, accustomed to it by now.
Harry and Ron shimmy down, in a very heated conversation, one only Quidditch could conjure. Kreacher hobbles near Y/N’s legs, sort of like a mean little cat. Remus and Y/N put out the food in serving dishes, leaving everyone to take what they’d like. She gets a small plate for Kreacher, knowing he doesn't like to eat in front of people. Kreacher takes his plate, going off to Orion’s private study.
Y/N takes her seat between Sirius and Remus, serving up a plate of sausage and eggs for herself, a few hushpuppies and a glass of water. She keeps quiet, wanting to observe, though that is quickly thrown out the window as Sirius starts pulling her into conversation.
“D’you remember when Remus got stuck in a tree in 6th year?” Remus goes red and Haya laughs, patting him comfortingly. “How’d you get up there Moony?” He looks away, mumbling. “Can’t hear you Rem~” she teases. He speaks up, “Saw a squirrel and he looked scared..” The table of teens laugh, trying to picture such a shy man going after a squirrel. “And who went after you?” Sirius jests. Y/N raises her hand excitedly. “I had climbed the tree after him, trying to untangle his cardigan from the branches.”
Ginny is the first to speak up, “Was this a regular thing? Chasing after squirrels and whatnot?” she giggles, spooning some yoghurt. “Sirius was always caught by Minnie- Professor McGonagal, always the last one to evade the crime scene, though it was a very valiant effort” Remus feeds them information.
Sirius had always been proud of his pranks, but went red because of the revelations of always getting caught. “Sorry, did you call her Minnie?” Harry jests. “We had overheard it from Dumbledore in fourth year, thought we could tease her with it.” Y/N answers, piling food onto everyone's plate, smiling so brightly it could burn the brightest of stars.
In this house, one that held such painful memories for Sirius, it is this moment where he finally can be at peace in this house. Surrounded by his lovers, by his family, he finally feels like this is home.
Brand New City
5. Taunt
|| (Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader)
Series Masterlist Previous Chapter
Pairing: Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Rude James
Word Count: 1.1k
P.S: So basically, I burnt out LOLL, I will be trying to post more frequently though c:
“Petunia! Look at my snowman!” A brightly redheaded girl calls out, her nose and cheeks kissed with the winter air. She pulls her elder sister to a newly built snowman, its ice blobs adorned by a carrot the girl had borrowed from the kitchen. Petunia laughs at it, all wonky and lopsided, yet still having its own charm, being that her sister made it.
Their cousin pops out from the snow, covered in it and giggling at her snow angel. “You have to try this out, guys!” Lily and Petunia join her on the snowy hill, throwing snowballs and sharing hot chocolate from their packed thermos.
Walking to the black lake, she sighs deeply, remembering the last time she saw her cousin Petunia, seeing the anger and jealousy in her eyes when it was revealed that she would also be attending Hogwarts, along with Lily. How cruel Merlin had been to her, Petunia had thought.
She sets a thermos of hot chocolate down on the blanket, one charmed against water and to provide warmth. Propping herself against a snow-covered tree, the girl pulls out a sketchbook, taking in her view for a moment. Finally, her eyes set upon a large tree next to the lake, a few students throwing lumps of snow at each other.
She starts off with the background first, wanting to capture the environment around her. The barely frozen lake, the grass covered in a blanket of snow, trees shaking off their coats of snow onto students below.
“That's really pretty.. I like what you did with the tree on the left,” the boy sits down next to her gently, his dirty blonde hair getting in the way of his eyes. “Thank you, Peter! I just can't seem to work out the lake, how do I show that it's ice now?” Peter thinks about this for a moment, pondering on what ice could be represented with.
“What about ice-skating? Put a pair of people skating on it, so then it'll register as ice in your head!” Peter looks over the lake, making a note to ask his friends later to go out for a little skate. “That's brilliant, Peter!” He breaks out into a flushed stare, not quite sure how to respond, nor where to look.
Before he can conjure up a reply, a remarkable head of red appears. “Y/N, Peter, come quickly!” Lily pulls Peter up while the girl goes to pack her things, concerned at the distress in Lily’s voice. “What's happened?” Peter asks as Lily walks briskly, urging them to follow.
“Remus.. he's fallen ill, James said he was in the infirmary!” Her cousin hurries, worry in her tone. Peter looks nervous at this, still following along. “Are you sure? We should bring him something..” Y/N says, worried about her friend.
Lily stops to think for a moment, what could they possibly bring to make Remus feel better? The group had never seen the boy sick before, so they couldn't reference another incident. Though, one thing that could always cheer Remus up was always a bar of chocolate.
Chocolate was like Remus’ girlfriend at this point. Always in his hands, on his lips, sometimes found on his bed! But the three of them didn't know his favourite. To them, it never looked like Remus carried a specific bar of chocolate around, he'd typically buy whatever was on sale or he'd buy the big box of unwanted ones that wouldn't sell.
Thus, he never carried one specific brand or flavour, they were always mixed and matched. In the end, his friends went back to Y/N's dorm to retrieve a chocolate bar her parents had sent. A Lindt dark chocolate bar they had bought specifically when they were in Switzerland on travel.
Now with the Holy Grail in hand, they march to the infirmary, in hopes to check on the boy's well-being. “D'you think maybe it got too cold? The weather has been crazy lately..” Peter asks the girls, trying to find the cause of his friend's illness.
The trio strolled into the infirmary, trying not to disturb the other students who are also here for some form of illness. They spot Remus at the furthest end of the room, surrounded by James and Sirius.
“Rem! Goodness, what's happened?” Lily calls out as they approach the boy. Remus, upon hearing Lily, sits up quickly, he's not supposed to be up at all. James and Sirius try to push him down, telling him to worry about his health.
He looks sheepishly at Lily, then Y/N, Peter had already known as they were roommates. “It's not bad, really! I was out studying in the grass when this huge dog just came at me..” he says to the girls, praying that they'll believe him.
Ever the doting friend, Y/N grabs a washcloth from the table next to him, placing it in the bowl of water and wiping his face gently. “How do you feel, Remus?” She asks quietly, not wanting to make too much noise in case he had a headache.
James puffs, obviously annoyed by the girl even being here, but he doesn't want to make a scene- for Remus’ sake.
Remus melts into her touch, feeling butterflies on his skin from her gentle movements. “I'm alright.. Dog came from nowhere” she nods sympathetically.
Lily pulls the treats from Y/N's pocket, placing it into the injured boy's hands. “We heard chocolate helps when you're feeling unwell. Eat, you'll feel better” Lily teases, something Remus always does when others don't feel well.
He laughs at this, amused and touched by the bar of chocolate, thanking the girls and Peter. He thinks back to the full moon last night, it wasn't as bad as it usually was, and he's grateful for it. Though, he did scare poor Peter when stumbling back into bed.
James, ever the bitter person, but he could never act like that in front of Lily, he tries to be subtle about it. “I think there are a few too many people here, we should start clearing up.” He says, looking at Y/N.
She gets the message, not wanting to fight. So she pats Remus’ head and says goodbye to her friends, telling Remus to get better. Y/N debates on going back to her common room or to the lake again. On one hand, she'd like to be all warm and cosy while reading a little book. But on the other, she's still got that drawing to finish.
Ultimately, she decides on packing a little sandwich from the Great Hall and going back to the lake. She still had her little blanket and thermos, kept it in her bag with her. For a moment, she just lays on the warmed blanket, watching little snowflakes fall. Christmas is coming soon, she missed her family dearly.
