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coryosbaby · 7 months

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Your Face .

Fandom: “Saw (2004)”

Pairing: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem! Reader

Synopsis: you’ll never leave him again.

Cw: angst, mentions of past murder, injuries, money struggles, mentions of past sex work, night terrors, codependency, attachment issues // nsfw . hand jobs, nipple play, cum eating, praise, mommy kink, oral (f recieving)

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Couple’s therapy really isn’t easy when the both of you were victims of a fucking serial killer.

If you can even call it couples therapy— talking about how you feel towards each other and trying to fix your relationship is some sort of therapy, you guess.

Maybe it’s not healthy to stay with the person you were held in captivity with. But even before that, you were attached at the hip. Even if you were both on and off before the incident, you were still both incredibly infatuated with one another. You would never be able to escape that face: Adam’s beautiful, almost angelic face. It’s been that way since the end of high school graduation, and it’ll be that way until the end of your life.

You know why Jigsaw had chosen you. It was obvious, wasn’t it? Your money situation had been terrible before he had taken you, and in his mind, you were a whore, a dancer, a prostitute. But never in your mind could you ever contemplate why he chose Adam: your sweet boy, your best friend, your sweetheart. Adam.

You still dream about the last day you were there, sometimes. When you had carried out the plan Adam had come up with: just shoot me. Shoot me in the shoulder so he thinks I’m dead. And then get us both out. And when you had, trying every desperate attempt to find the key to the chains, you had reached your hand down into the sink drain. It was a wonder you had somehow escaped those chains without having to cut your own foot off. Adam’s cries sounded a lot in your ears, now. In your own haste to go and get help you had left him there with John Kramer. Even when he had begged you not to. Even when he almost died.

It was a wonder you both got out alive. It was a wonder you had managed to come back, fight the man off, and get him out of there.

And ever since, it’s like Adam has only ever though about that. The moment you left him in that room. The fear he felt, the impending doom.

Maybe you both need an actual therapist .

Some nights, nights like these, Adam has problems sleeping. When he does, it’s like he’s placed back in there in that room with you— being tortured, shot, and humiliated. And on some nights like these, he wakes you up for your affection and assistance. Eyes shooting open, an extreme amount of fear goes through the poor boy’s tired body. He’s there.

He’s quick to shake you awake. Your eyes open with confusion, and then once the situation settles in you understand it’s one of those nights. Lifting yourself up, you frown when you see the tears beginning to well in Adam’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

He sniffles, trying to cover his face now that he’s being half brought back into reality.

“I just woke up. I don’t—“ his hands grab at his hair, pulling, as he cries. “— I don’t know. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, sweetheart..”

You push his hands out of his hair and replace them with yours instead. You soothe his scalp with your fingernails, and kiss him. You used to have night terrors for this same reason, so you understand how this must feel for him. He moves down so he can lay on your thighs. He feels sad and embarrassed and scared. You stroke the outline of his face with gentle fingers: beautiful, strong nose, sharp jawline, gorgeous eyes, plump lips. Any woman’s dream.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmur to him. He quickly shakes his head. He lets out a pained little moan, almost like a scared little rabbit. You lean down, and kiss him on his nose.

“I know, honey. I know it’s hard. But you aren’t there anymore, okay? You’re right here. I’m right here.”

He nods, but you know he’s just trying to stop you from seeing how deeply the night terrors affect him. He’s always been such a strong boy.

Your forehead pressed against his cheek, you whisper to him.

“Do you want something to drink? Some water, some tea? I can make you some..”

“Y-Yeah. Maybe some water, momma, if that’s okay.”

That sweet little nickname you adore so much from him. You smile.

“Okay.” You lift him off of you, rounding the bed to make your way out of the bedroom. “I’m gonna go into the kitchen—“

“Please don’t leave me!”

It’s immediate, the way you freeze up and stop at the end of the bed. You almost start to cry yourself.

Adam is embarrassed at his outburst, and he sobs, all of his emotions flooding out. He crawls over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He rests his head against your thighs. You know now that the glass of water will have to wait a bit when he utters that familiar set of words. The same tone, same amount of fear lacing his cracking voice. It brings it all back to you, just as Adam’s dreams bring it back to him.

You let him cry out for a few more minutes, stopping to grab some tissues from the bedside table and clean him up when he’s calmed. Your fingers settle into his hair; soft and wavy under your fingertips, you shush him with a gentle hum.

“I’ll never leave you, Adam,” you whisper, soft. “Never. I swear.”

And you know that it’s true. Your fingertips move down to his jaw, lifting his face up so he can look at you. He’s coming back down from his nightmare, and real life is starting to seep in. He isn’t in that bathroom anymore. He’s in his apartment— our apartment, including you, in his brain. Not the one he got taken from. Not the bathroom. This is new, this is safe— and jigsaw is dead.

You sit down next to him on the queen sized mattress you had bought together. He buries his face in your neck, breathes in the familiar scent of vanilla, laundry detergent, and sweet strawberry perfume. Unadulterated bliss.

“Promise?” He sniffles, sticking his hands in between the valley of your breasts and traveling down to your tummy. He rests it there, soft.

“I promise.”

And when he’s calmed, when you’ve wiped all his tears away, you go and get him a glass of water. Only this time, his arms are wrapped around you from behind tightly the entire way to the kitchen.

Safe.

He drinks about two glasses. When you guide him back to your shared room you sit him down on the bed.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” he murmurs, embarrassed. You make sure that he doesn’t become ashamed of nights like these.

“It’s okay,” you reply. You smile as you kiss his forehead “Im off tomorrow. We can just stay up and go to sleep when you feel like it.”

Adam is now thankful that you’ve moved on from your life of sex work and into retail, because that means that he doesn’t have to worry about you as much. So it puts him in a good mood to remember that, and also to remember that he’s gonna have you for the rest of the day. He leans forward, plants a kiss to your lips. He smells like cigarettes.

You kiss him again. Harsher, a bit. Tongue slipping inside the warm canal of his mouth. Perfection.

You don’t want to urge him to do anything sexual with you right now unless he doesn’t want to. So you pull away, thumb brushing over the scar on his shoulder. It’s a spot you’ve come accustomed to— one that he’s sensitive about, but not with you. Never with you.

He leans in again and his kiss is heavy. He’s desperate, now, not only craving your body but also craving a distraction.

“Wait,” you breathe against his lips. “Are you sure, baby? Sure you wanna do this right now?”

“I want it..” he whines. His hand grabs yours and places it over his bulge. “Please? It hurts..”

You can’t resist him when he gets like this, and you know it helps him forget the things that plague his thoughts. So your palm grinds down into that spot that he laid your hands on. He breathes out a small breathy sound, one that makes him grind up into your hand. His body is slowly making its way down onto the bed. Laying down, he can see the lace slip adorning your body starting to fall down, down, down. Your cleavage is pretty, he thinks. Nice and soft enough to stick his cock in between.

He’s wearing one of his white shirts, and you lift it up to his shoulders to expose his bare torso. He’s gained a bit of weight since that wretched room, a little bit of his tummy beginning to fatten up. You find it absolutely adorable. Kissing there, you make your way up to his chest and pepper small bites on his chest. Marking him there is your favorite activity.

Your tongue laves over one of his areolas, kissing and scraping your teeth on it. He mewls, a small little “‘s good.” leaving his pretty lips. He’s always had sensitive nipples, and you love to play around with them.

He lifts himself up so he can slide the rest of his shirt off. Pretty muscled biceps replace the white fabric of the sleeves, and on one of them the gunshot scar sits. He’s still so perfect.

“My perfect boy,” you coo. “God, look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

He blushes, a thank you making its way from him. You move away from him, farther up to the head of the bed, and lean against the bed frame. He knows instantly that you want him up against your chest. You reach towards the bedside table and reach into the drawer where you keep your special things. When you pull out a vibrator, Adam crawls towards you with morbid curiosity.

You’ve used toys on him before, but for some reason, not this one. He leans back against your chest and adjusts so you can take his cock out of his pajama pants. It slaps against his lower belly, wet and dripping. He’s always had such a pretty cock, all thick and hard and red. He’s got a lot of girth, enough to make it hard to close your fist around him.

The vibrator has a lot of power to it; you know this because you’ve used it on yourself many times. You hold Adam’s cock with one hand, and with another you switch it on. He gulps as he watches the toy in your hand.

“Okay?” You ask. He nods, pretty lashes fluttering shut as you watch his confirmation. His head tilts back and his mouth falls open in ecstasy when you press the vibrator to his aching tip.

“Oh, god.” He moans.

You move it down to his base, rubbing teasing circles into the soft skin there. Adam wraps his hands around your arms, desperate to have something to grab onto.

“So pretty like this,” you praise him. You move one of your hands up to his hair so you can rest it there. You kiss his neck gently. “My sweet Adam. Your cock is so hard, isn’t it? So hard for mommy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chants, whimpering. “It’s ‘s good.. love you so much.”

Your heart flutters, breathing in against his neck. He smells so nice that it almost makes your head tingle.

“I love you too, sweet boy.” You say. You move the vibrator down to his balls, and a moan rips through his throat. He sounds so heavenly that you can’t resist reaching down in between your thighs and rubbing your clit. When you pull away your slick coats your fingers, and you rub them up against the boy’s lips. He accepts them greedily, keening at the taste of you on his tongue. Crooking the digits, you make sure to keep them flush against Adam’s teeth; he loves having them in his mouth.

“Never gonna leave you again, honey. Gonna stay with you forever and ever, gonna make this fat cock cum… ”

And god, if that doesn’t make Adam’s balls draw up tight then he doesn’t know what will. Precious noises spew from his lips as his orgasm approaches him.

“Yes! Please, mommy, pleasepleaseplease, gonna cum—“

And although he didn’t last long this time, it doesn’t matter to you. Once his cock is dripping white, you set the vibrator aside. Your fingers scoop up some of his creamy spend, and with a lolling tongue you lick it all up. He tastes amazing, just perfect. Your perfect boy.

Sighing, he leans against you for a moment. He turns around, gives you a sweet little sultry smile, and returns to you the same perfect amount of pleasure. He does this by shoving his magnificent tongue in between your thighs. And skilled, the boy is— he loves to please. He thinks your pussy is the best he’s ever tasted or smelled in his entire life, and while he rubs his soft wet muscle against your clit his eyes roll back and small moans leave him. When you cum he makes sure you have two more orgasms— one from his fingers, another from his cock that had somehow gotten hard for you again.

And in the scene where his cock is inside you, you’re on top of him while he lets out little grunts and moans. You bounce up and down on him until your slick is white and wet, dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets. He had lit a cigarette somewhere between three fingers inside you and now, and his lips are wrapped around it while he watches you ride him. Holding it between two of his fingers, he exhales smoke at the same time that your teeth scrape along his nipple and your nails dig into his shoulders. He gasps— angelic. Then he tilts his head back, and cums.

That face is another one you’ll never forget— his pretty eyes shutting, mouth agape and cheeks ablaze. You don’t think you could ever leave this pretty thing ever again.

#adam stanheight #Adam stanheight x reader #Adam stanheight x fem! reader #Adam stanheight smut #leigh whannell #saw #saw 2004 #saw 2004 fanfic #Adam stanheight fanfic

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lisbeth-kk · 5 days

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Sherlock fandom.

Zealous Movement

John hates it, Sherlock loves it.

“Too many people. Crowded. Hateful,” John grumbles.

“Yes, to the amount, no to latter. It’s fascinating,” Sherlock tells him.

John huffs and holds on to the sleeve of Sherlock’s coat when the train comes rushing into the Embankment station.

“Don’t even try to get rid of me,” John hisses when Sherlock tries to wrestle his arm free from John’s iron grip.

Sherlock looks at John and realises that perspiration is coating John’s forehead, and his eyes have something reminiscent of panic about them. He moves closer to John, interlacing their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock murmurs in John’s ear.

John relaxes and exhales shakily when they walk through the doors to the carriage. Ever since Sherlock came back from the dead, John’s been dreading being apart from him, particularly when they’re taking the tube. In a flash, Sherlock may vanish again, deliberately or not, but John has a hard time coping. He tries, but today is not a good day for it.

“Come here,” Sherlock says, manhandling John to stand beside the opposite doors.

He crowds in on John, shielding him from the other passengers with the Belstaff, creating a cocoon for the two of them. John holds on to the lapels of the great coat and takes steadying breaths to calm himself. Sherlock’s low murmurings help too.

“I’m here, John. Safe. Home. With you. Always. I love you.”

John’s on the brink of tears and leans his forehead against Sherlock’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeats.

“Alive. Safe. Home,” John whispers to himself.

The train is loud and fast, racing through the tunnels of London’s underground. Steady, like heartbeats. Reliable when there’s no strikes or other obstacles.

John understands why Sherlock loves it. After all, he’s always on the move himself. Even when he’s lying on the sofa at Baker Street, his brain is running the halls of his mind palace.

Before the Fall, John thought nothing of taking the tube. He did it all the time, though he did prefer a proper train. The speed felt slower, and there wasn’t a rush to get off and change lines. And you were mostly overground. Things to look at. Less crowded.

Screeching brakes bring John back from his reverie. He’s still enveloped in Sherlock’s embrace, his smell, his even breathing, his reassuring heartbeats.

“This is our stop,” Sherlock says softly. “Ready?”

John looks up into cerulean eyes that are concerned, worried. He cradles Sherlock’s cheek and nods.

“Let’s do this,” John says confidently. “How hard can it be?”

“Well, if anyone would know, it’d be you, John. You did after all invade Afghanistan,” Sherlock quips and kisses John’s palm.

@flashfictionfridayofficial @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @safedistancefrombeingsmart @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @raina-at @gregorovitch-adler @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @7-percent @ninasnakie @peanitbear

#flash fiction friday #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfic #FFF250 #rushing train

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kitchenisking · 4 months

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It's January and the new year has started! I hope everyone had a great new year and that 2024 bring only good things our way! and please remember to leave a kudos and some love in the comments to our amazing writers in this amazing fandom! love you guys😘

Children's Tales by artemis69 - (Rating: G, Words: 4,690, sterek)

Be careful, little girl.

Don’t go causing troubles in Beacon Hills, little girl, because the Hales live there.

Keep away from Beacon Hills, little girl, or the Hales will destroy you.

-- Or: In a world where the Hales are alive and the protectors of the town of Beacon Hills, the humans politely fake ignorance of their not-really-human status, and they all live happily ever after.

Then Kate comes in.

Well.

Tries to.

in the waiting room by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 29,753, sterek)

“So, uh,” Stiles said, peeling the crust away from his toast. It was barely darkened, smeared thickly with butter and orange marmalade, just like he always liked it. “I have tattoos, which is weird, because I’m like, clinically terrified of needles. Swooning, fainting, the whole nine yards.”

That made the corner of Derek’s mouth lift into something like a small smile before it quickly smoothed out flat and neutral again. “I know,” Derek said, lifting up his fork. Stiles looked at the back of Derek’s hand and saw it was dark with ink—an elaborate full moon, stark on Derek’s skin. “I did them.”

…

In which Stiles has amnesia and falls in love with his husband all over again.

Sweet Tooth by Spikedluv - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 24,866, sterek)

Derek Hale had returned to Beacon Hills and the ice cream place was reopening. “Best. Day. Ever,” Stiles told Scott.

Lessons in Humanity by exclamation - (Rating: Mature, Words: 40,234, sterek)

Fleeing from werewolves, Stiles comes face to face with Derek, a werewolf human in shape but animal in his mind. Stiles is terrified of being killed, but it seems Derek has decided Stiles would make a suitable mate. Unfortunately, his idea of a romantic gift is a dead animal on the doorstep. Stiles must help Derek remember what it is to be human... and figure out how to explain his new werewolf stalker to his dad.

Happiness is Effortless by clotpolesonly - (Rating: G, Words: 5,210, sterek)

Derek just wanted an excuse to run out on his date. A very public fight with the fiance he didn't know he had is not exactly what he was expecting, but he'll take it.

come with me by buckysharons - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,657, sterek)

Derek turns his head to the loft door, messily shoving whatever he could into the large bag. He’d rearrange everything on his property in New York. In another loft, but one much nicer, one cleaned with his parents money.

There’s a slam of a door, a slam filled with so much anger it makes Derek jump, alarmed.

“You’re leaving?” Stiles roars. He’s not angry, no. He’s hurt. Derek could sense it on him and he had no idea why.

He puts on the brooding mask he always seemed to have on, but this time was different. Stiles could see right through him. Though something tells Derek that Stiles has been able to see through it for a while now.

“Why are you leaving?” Stiles continues, giving Derek no room for him to explain himself. He demands an answer. Like he’s done everything to deserve it.

Which he has.

“I can’t stay,” Derek says vaguely, swallowing.

Stiles didn’t- he couldn’t take that.

Next To You (You Tell Me What To Do) by mercury_caduceus - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,175, sterek)

"Derek had barely noticed that he was still kneeling in a foot of water. His knees were sore and he was freezing but none of that mattered. Not now. Not when Boyd’s lifeless body was laying in front of him, his blood still on Derek’s hands. Cora was sobbing and clinging to Boyd, making his heart break even more. He hadn’t thought that was possible, Boyd had become one of his best friends and now he had killed him. He closed his eyes, he couldn’t keep looking at the body laying in front of him. Stiles hand on his shoulder was the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart, but he knew he was about to snap." ---- Stiles helps Derek after Boyd dies.

After the Smoke Clears by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,062, sterek)

Stiles needs a peaceful space. Derek gives him what he needs.

Alchemy of Attraction by ravenclawkward, wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 15,893, sterek)

Once the table is set up, Stiles picks up the box and starts pulling out beakers, a hot plate, some Erlenmeyer flasks, a bunsen burner, and a bunch of other equipment and laying them out on the table. The last things to come out of the box are sealed containers with labels.

Derek is starting to get a very bad feeling about this.

Frogs? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,694, sterek)

“Catching frogs? This far into the pack lands? I’ll give you five seconds to tell me the truth before I rip your throat out. What is it that you want?”

“YOU! Alright?! I want you!”

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #ficrec #fanfic #kitcheniskingficrecs

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ktwritesstuff · 1 year

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Into the Fire (a Game of Thrones fanfic, sort of...)

Title: Into the Fire Fandom: Game of Thrones, with all due disrespect :D Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Oberyn Martel x Targaryen!reader (with a side of Ellaria) Word Count: ~4,000 Summary: Prince Oberyn saves your life and eventually does what Oberyn does with you. Beta-read by the illustrious @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut.

Content Notes: I don't know that much about Game of Thrones and most of what I do know I don't care for. But I do like Prince Oberyn. Expect a bit of violence, first time, light breeding kink, oral, poly-dynamics, unprotected p-in-v, probably a bunch of other tropes I've missed. It's Oberyn, "dead dove, do not eat" applies.

Into the Fire

You had escaped the madness at King’s Landing (in part thanks to the belated arrival of Ned Stark’s troops and the ensuing confusion among the enemy’s forces.) You did not make it five miles–on foot at night–before being set upon by slavers, opportunists taking advantage of the chaos. At least they saw more value in you alive than dead.

You were frightened when the soldiers came, thinking they must have been sent by Baratheon the usurper. From the wagon at first all you could see was the flash of a golden spear in the firelight. A whole troop of men fell upon the bandits, but there may as well have only been one. He moved so swiftly and so well, like a tongue of red flame wicking through the forest.

He was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, even before they pulled you from the wagon and you saw the banner emblazoned with a red sun. These men were of House Martell, not Lannister, and if your luck held you might live to see another day.

“What is this?” asked the man in red.

“A Targaryen bastard by the looks of her,” one of the soldier’s growled, seizing a handful of your corn-silk hair and turning your face toward the fire. Your looks were not so other-worldly as your cousins, but at least you bore a close enough resemblance that he did not mistake you for a Lannister.

“I’m nobody,” you pleaded. “I’m nobody.”

The man in red drew close enough that you could make out the features of his face. You had seen Prince Oberyn only once before, at Rhaegar and Elia’s wedding feast, but his looks were unforgettable. You were surprised it had taken you so long to recognize him and even more surprised that he seemed to recognize you.

“I know your face,” he said. “You were a maid to Princess Elia; you were at King’s Landing. Tell me what you saw.”

“I hid–” you whimpered as the soldier pulled your hair.

“You abandoned your lady,” he said.

“No,” you cried. “When Lannister turned on us, the guards took her. I hid in the servant’s passages. I heard Tywin Lannister give the order to the one they call the Mountain to murder Elia’s children. I went to the nursery, but the children were gone. I searched for them–”

You admitted to all that you had seen. The gore, the horror. Elia cleaved in two from root to navel and her children smashed. The anguish that would never leave you. All the while Prince Oberyn’s face remained still as a stone, but you could see the sorrow and rage behind his dark eyes.

“You lie!” The soldier accused. “How could a mere girl escape such chaos unspoiled?”

“The same way anyone does,” you said. “Blind luck.”

The prince paced alongside the wagon, assessing you, sizing you up.

“And you’re sure it was Tywin who gave the order?” he asked.

“I swear,” you nodded. “On my life.”

The prince wanted to ride for King’s Landing immediately and dispatch Tywin himself, but ultimately his generals dissuaded him from such rash action. In the meantime, they gave you bread and wine and allowed you to rest in the first safety you had known in days. It was dawn before you saw the prince again. Even with a frown and deep lines etching his forehead, he was still the loveliest man you had ever seen.

“I can leave you a mount and a bit of gold for your journey,” he said. “But I cannot spare any of my men to return you to your people.”

Over time the sacred words of your house had become twisted. The life-giving warmth of fire and the sacred blood of kinship and covenant had turned to violence and ambition. Was it any wonder that Aerys’s reign had festered? But sweet Elia, a gentle princess and devoted mother, you would have followed her anywhere.

“I loved your sister,” you said. “Her people are my people.”

“Very well,” Prince Oberyn said, and for a moment a look crossed his face. You would have sworn he was pleased. “We sail for Dorne first thing tomorrow.”

You had passed six long years in Prince Oberyn’s harem, wanting for almost nothing. The court at Dorne was filled with carnal delights you have never before experienced: music and dancing, glittering jewels, perfumed baths, and the finest food. All of it available to you.

And the prince’s other concubines doted on you. When you first arrived in Dorne at 19 they considered you a baby. Meanwhile gossip at court held that your young cousin had been married off to a Dothraki warlord across the sea. Not that you would have traded places with young Daenerys, but in six years Oberyn had not once invited you to his bed. Besides the occasional chaste kiss on the hand or cheek he had not laid a finger on you.

Ellaria counseled you to be patient, that your time would come. But after so much time you were beginning to think Prince Oberyn had only taken you in as a matter of duty–that he had no desire for you at all. Like all the prince’s lovers, you were free to have any man or woman you desired, but you didn’t want another lover. You wanted the prince.

For your twenty-fifth nameday, the prince’s concubines plaited your hair, painted your face, and dressed you in fine silks. You felt lovely and terribly grownup, despite your lack of experience.

“Come,” Ellaria said with a conspiratorial grin. “Let’s go bathe in the southern garden, where the prince will see you from his window.”

The southern garden was a lush oasis tucked inside the palace walls. There was a clear saltwater pond surrounded by dry grasses and desert flowers. You disrobed in the shade of the palm fronds and slid into the water.

The lack of modesty among the prince’s inner circle had of course taken some getting used to after the formalities of King’s Landing. But ultimately you came to realize, there were many worthy admirers of your particular pale softness among the hard and tanned bodies of Dorne. Why should you deny them their pleasure, when those who didn’t appreciate your form were free to look away.

“Aren’t you coming?” you called to Ellaria, who was sunning herself in a chaise.

“I’m quite happy to enjoy the view,” Ellaria said as you swam. You chuckled at her playful flirting. You could understand, despite her low birth, how she could command so much of the prince’s affection. In all of Dorne, her beauty knew no equal and her charm was irresistible.

You loved to swim–floating, mostly–especially when the water was so cool and inviting. It was still early, the sun had not yet reached its apex, but the air was already hot and dry. You could see the prince’s window, watched his curtains moving in the warm breeze. You saw the prince come to the window, looking as if he had just roused from sleep. He leaned on the sill, watching as you stroked your way lazily across the pool.

When the sun had warmed your belly, you turned over to paddle your way back into the shade. You lost sight of Prince Oberyn, only for him to reappear on the steps down to the garden in his splendid red robe with a sheet of fine linen draped over one arm.

“You should keep this one out of the sun, Ellaria,” he warned. “She wasn’t made for it.”

You frowned as Prince Oberyn beckoned you to him. You rose from the pool reluctantly and he wrapped you in the sheet.

“I’m not afraid of being burnt, my Prince,” you protested as he draped the fabric over your shoulders and rubbed your arms to dry them.

“I’m well aware, my little dragon,” he said, touching your chin gently. “But how would it look for my prize to wander through Sunspear as red as a berry.”

You tucked the sheet under your arms and tied it off to secure it.

“Isn’t she beautiful, my love,” Ellaria said, rising from her chaise to join you in the shade.

“Very beautiful,” Oberyn agreed. He rested his hands on your shoulders, looking past you to gaze at Ellaria. “All the more reason to keep her from burning to a crisp.”

“Hair like spun gold,” Ellaria noted, gathering your damp braids in her hands, wrapping them back into your gold hairpin. “Skin so smooth, just like fresh cream. And so soft.”

The prince hummed to himself, watching her work.

Ellaria pressed her front against your back, she was almost a head taller than you, and you could feel the warmth of her sex against the small of your back. Her hands moved down your neck, her fingertips brushing the tops of your breasts.

“You like her soft, don’t you, lover? I’ve seen how you enjoy a bedfellow who gives.”

“I do,” said the prince, dipping his mouth toward Ellaria’s lips, perched beside your ear. “Why do you think I keep her so well?”

A jolt of excitement raced up your spine from your core as they kissed. You realized you enjoyed hearing them talk about you, around you, like this.

Ellaria slid her hands around your waist to the prince’s hips, pulling him into your body. You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your belly.

Ellaria moved one hand to the side of your head, turning away from the prince to catch your mouth in a kiss. Her lips were impossibly soft against yours and she tasted like honeyed wine. Then Prince Oberyn bowed his face toward yours and you didn’t know whose tongue was in your mouth. You felt dizzy with pleasure.

Ellaria pulled away and you moaned for the loss, but Prince Oberyn was holding your face in his large hands and his tongue was moving past your teeth, delving toward your throat. Your body felt like soft clay, molding into them. Ellaria kissed your neck, taking your hands in hers, moving them into Prince Oberyn’s robe.

“Like this,” she whispered, guiding your hands over his chest, fingernails scraping against his nipples, palming the hard muscles traversing his abdomen.

The prince’s skin was nearly as smooth as yours, until your hands reached the wiry hair trailing down to his swollen cock. The prince moaned into your mouth as Ellaria positioned your hands around him.

“Gently,” she instructed. “You’re doing so well.”

As you carefully stroked the prince’s shaft, Ellaria’s hands moved across your body, kneading your breasts, traveling down the soft curves of your belly to grope at your mons, assessing the wetness of your inner folds.

“She’s ready,” Ellaria said. “Take her.”

Prince Oberyn pulled away from you panting. Your own chest heaved with exertion and your head swam.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Not today, lover,” Ellaria said, running a perfectly shaped fingernail down your nose affectionately. “Today is for our little dragon.”

“Come,” Oberyn instructed, leading you by the hand up the steps to his bedchamber. “There’s another nameday gift waiting for you yet.”

You hesitated, turning back toward Ellaria, looking for assurance or permission.

“Go,” she said, shooing you along with a friendly smile. “Go! Enjoy yourself.”

You followed Prince Oberyn up the stairs, full of uncertainty and excitement. His bedchamber was the finest you had ever seen: the heavy wooden furniture was ornately carved and polished to a mirror-like shine, hand-woven rugs stretched nearly from wall-to-wall. At the very center of the room was an exquisite canopy bed with silken drapes of red and gold.

“Sit,” the prince urged, motioning to the bed.

You took a seat at the end of the bed, leaning back on your forearms, anticipating your long-awaited ravishing with something akin to glee. Instead, the prince retrieved a lidded basket from the table and brought it over to the bed.

“For you,” he said. “A gift; be gentle with it.”

Your lips parted in surprise. You lifted the lid of the basket, gazing down into its contents: armor-like scales, writhing, and hissing softly. You counted three pointed, perfect heads with shining black eyes.

“Oh,” you sighed, reaching into the basket, allowing one of the serpents to coil around your fingers. “They are beautiful, my prince.”

You lifted the first creature out of the basket; its scales shining copper in the sunlight as its forked tongue darted out to catch your scent.

“Are they dangerous?”

“Only if they bite,” Oberyn said, reaching into the basket to retrieve another snake for you to examine.

“Are they likely to bite?” you asked, the snake in your hand coiled its tail around your wrist. You marveled at it, reaching for its final companion, a tiny, emerald-green thing which wove its head in and out from between your fingers.

“Not these hand-raised babies,” Oberyn said, pressing his face toward the snake’s in a show of faith. “All they want is to be kept warm and safe and fed on the finest rats Dorne has to offer.”

“Like me,” you laughed.

“Are you partial to rat, little dragon?” Oberyn smiled, returning the snakes to their basket. “I will have to inform Cook!”

You laughed, leaning back in Oberyn’s bed as he set the basket aside.

“Thank you, my Prince,” you said. “I adore them.”

“I am glad,” Oberyn said, returning to the bed. “Rumor has it your cousin has added three dragons to her command, but this is the best I could do.”

“They’re splendid, my Prince,” you said.

Oberyn leaned over you, placing a hand on the base of your throat as he kissed you.

“I can’t wait to show the others.”

“Catalina is afraid of snakes,” he warned, his mouth trailing down your neck. You cradled his head in your hands, tilting your chin back to expose your throat.

“Then Catalina will learn to stay out of my room,” you chuckled.

Oberyn paused as his mouth reached the space between your breasts, curling his fingers under the sheet that still covered you. His eyes darted to your face.

“May I?”

“Please,” you gasped, arching into him.

Oberyn opened the sheet, taking each of your breasts in his hand, pressing the flat of his tongue against each nipple one after the other, nipping and sucking until they were swollen and sensitive. You could feel your arousal coiling like a snake at the base of your spine.

“So beautiful,” he breathed against your skin. “So sweet.”

“Now you,” you pleaded, touch the collar of his robe. “Please, my Prince.”

Oberyn grinned, rising from the bed to undo his robe. His body perfectly lean and hard and golden stood in stark contrast to yours. His cock thick and long, sprouting from a nest of dark hair fully erect; you thought he must be large, though you didn’t have much to compare him to.

You turned over on the bed, crawling to him on hands and knees.

“Can I taste you, my Prince,” you asked.

Oberyn took your face in his hand, playfully squeezing your cheeks until your lips pursed.

“How could I deny this face,” he said, settling onto the bed.

Oberyn turned onto his back, supporting himself on his forearms so he could watch as you moved over him. You took his shaft in one hand, lapping at the tip. It was different than you expected, a heady, earthy musk, salty and sour on your tongue. Oberyn made a soft, satisfied sound from deep in his throat.

“More,” Oberyn instructed, placing a hand on the back of your head.

You opened your mouth wide, wrapping your lips around him. Oberyn sighed, letting his head fall back against the cushions. Try as you might, you could not reach to his root, surfacing for air only to gag yourself in the next attempt. As you moved up and down Oberyn’s length, the sounds of pleasure turned to something more like discomfort.

“Stop,” he ordered through gritted teeth, silk sheets bunched in one hand. “Stop.”

You sat back on your heels with a frown as Oberyn sighed with relief to have his cock freed from your toothsome maw.

“I’ve displeased you, my Prince,” you said, horrified that the unbreakable prince of House Martell would lay down his weapon rather than suffer your untutored enthusiasm.

“No,” Oberyn beckoned you to him. “Never. You need more practice, that’s all.”

You stretched out on the bed beside Oberyn and his hands explored the curves of your body.

“You shall have your pick of my men as a bedfellow,” he assured you, interlacing his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to his lips. “And once you’ve had sufficient preparation, we can try again. You’ll have many more opportunities to amuse me, little dragon.”

Oberyn’s fingers wandered, tracing each of the pale lines adorning your breasts and belly. If one didn’t know better, they might have assumed you had already had a baby.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside you,” Oberyn explained.

“On my honor, I am a maid, my lord,” you said as his fingers circled the sensitive jewel at the peak of your folds. The serpent in your belly that had lain dormant for so long coiled tighter.

“On my honor, I care not,” Oberyn teased. “Though it is a special pleasure to be the first to delve into this cave. I don’t know what tales are circulated by Targaryen oldwives, but in Dorne our women are taught never to suffer inattentive lovers. Maid or not this should be quite pleasurable for you.”

You bit your lip as Oberyn probed one finger past your entrance, then a second. A little tight, a little stretched, but not uncomfortable.

“More?” he asked, probing deeper. You gripped his shoulders and shook your head.

“Not yet,” you said.

Oberyn waited, pressing his thumb into the peak of the wishbone between your legs. The serpent writhed.

“What are you doing to me,” you moaned, clutching the silk sheets.

“You’ll know soon enough,” Oberyn said, his fingers curling inside you. You shrieked as he touched a place inside you that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure racing up your spine.

“There,” Oberyn chuckled, withdrawing his hand to hold your face as he kissed you. “I’m sorry to report you are too small to take all of me. There are, of course, other avenues we can explore.”

Oberyn reached around you to squeeze the globe of your ass and you gasped in excitement.

“But that is for another time,” he said, moving over you. “Today is yours to enjoy. When I press into you I want you to close your legs so I can fuck your thighs while I fuck your cunt.”

You nodded, spreading your knees so that Oberyn could settle between them, aligning his cock at your entrance, rubbing against you spreading the slickness of your arousal over himself. You felt a sharp tug as you closed your knees around him.

“Pain?” Oberyn asked, slowly pressing his hips into you.

You shook your head. “It’s not bad.”

“Breathe, little dragon,” he said, bowing his head to kiss your breasts.

Oberyn’s movements put pressure against that sensitive spot and as he flicked his hips into you, you could feel the serpent in your core coiling tighter and tighter. You moaned with abandon, letting your head fall back against the cushions.

“Good?”

“Yes,” you panted, clawing at his arms, his back, scrambling for purchase.

“My little dragon has a fire in her belly,” Oberyn teased. “So hot for me, strong and eager.”

You moaned, arching into him.

“Tell me,” you pleaded, reaching to pull him into another kiss, hot, wet, and hungry. “Tell me more about what you want to do to me.”

“Such a needy little girl,” Oberyn panted, gripping your thigh. “Already drunk off my cock.”

You purred in agreement, biting down on Oberyn’s lower lip, your pupils blown so wide your pale eyes were nearly as dark as his.

“I’ll make you mine,” he said. “A finer mount than any dragon. My love, my plaything.”

“Please,” you mewled. “Anything…anything you desire.”

Oberyn ran a hand down your body, arching his back like a cat, his gaze settling on the space below your naval.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he said. “I want your breasts to swell and your belly to stretch with my child.”

You moaned, dragging your hands down his sweat damp back to grip the hard muscles of his ass. The snake coiling in your belly finally struck, every fiber in your body crackled like hot coals. You gasped as Oberyn fucked you through your climax.

As his thrusts slowed to a desperate grind, he withdrew from you and spent his seed on your belly and chest. He rolled off of you, onto his pillows, dragging one hand through the mess he had made of you.

He pressed two fingers to your lips and you took them into your mouth, suckling his spend from them like a newborn kitten after cream.

“You’ve done me wrong, Oberyn,” you sighed, turning onto your side to meet his gaze.

Oberyn reached over you to strike your ass with the flat of his hand once, hard, and you yelped. Another thrill of pleasure raced through you.

“You forget yourself,” he warned. “I am still your prince.”

He grabbed your face and kissed you, claiming your mouth with his own. You panted as he finally released you, resting your hands on his chest.

“You promised me a baby,” you said. “And all you’ve made me is a mess.”

“In time, my sweet,” he said, gathering your body into his. “I’d like to have you to myself a while longer.”

Oberyn brushed your sweat-damp hair from your face and kissed your brow.

“You need another bath,” he warned. “To freshen up for the feast.”

“What feast, my prince,” you asked, tracing the neat line of his beard with your fingers.

“We could not let a 25th nameday go unmarked,” he said with a wry smile. “Just a small celebration, little dragon. My brother has graciously allowed us use of the great hall to mark the occasion, or at least he will.”

“You spoil me, my lord,” you sighed.

Prince Oberyn escorted you to the great hall himself; there was already a fire raging in the very center of the room filled with wine and laughter and gaiety. You didn’t even notice Ellaria until she managed to slink up behind you to whisper in your ear.

“You are glowing,” she said and you laughed as her arms trailed around your waist. "I take it you enjoyed your time together."

“Very much,” you said. “Truthfully I’m surprised I’m still standing.”

“Then sit,” she said. “Lover, we’re going to sit.”

She leaned over to kiss Prince Oberyn on the mouth–the same mouth that just hours before had transversed every unspeakable place on your body. You took a seat on a cushion at one of the low tables surrounding the fire and Oberyn summoned a page to bring you wine and sweet date cakes, before running off to make merry with a handsome young courtier.

“Did you put him up to this?” you asked as Ellaria draped one arm around you.

Ellaria scoffed.

“Hardly,” she said, twisting her fingers through your hair. “A nudge, that’s all. Just a little reassurance. Even princes know to fear dragons.”

You took Ellaria’s hand in yours and placed a kiss on her palm.

“Thank you.”

End Notes: Ta da! Thanks to all who voted and all who've read this far. What do you think? Are you interested in more?

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domesticcaboose · 2 years

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“Hey, it’s Bradley”

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Gn Reader

TW: Cursing, like a lot of cursing

A/N: it’s my first time actually posting my writing on here so pls be nice! Also, feel free to mention anything we need to fix grammatically. Proofreader and coauthor is @lunamoon1744

“Hey, uh, it's Ro-Bradley. It's Bradley. Fuck it’s probably late where you’re at. Sorry, I just, fuck, look, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I loved you, love you, still love you and I know this is a shitty way to go about it but there’s a mission and I don’t know whether I'm going to make it back, but I was back at Top Gun for a few weeks, and God, all I could think about was us, you, and how much I love you and how much I fucked you over and I’m sorry. God I'm so fucking sorry an’ I’m not asking you to forgive me but I can't die without apologizing, without letting you know that leaving you was the worst decision of my life and if I could go back I’d-, fuck I’m running out of time, I just, I love you so fucking much and I, I gotta go, fuck, I’m sorry, I love you.”

Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. God, you loved him, and he had broken your heart. It’d been a few years since the breakup, and honestly you're surprised he still knows your number. Lord knows you had to look back into your contacts to figure out whether he called you through his phone, or someone else's. It was probably the ship's phone, seeing as you still had his cell number in your contacts.

It probably doesn't matter by now. If he went on the mission right after he called you, that would have been 15 hours, 48 minutes, and approximately 56 seconds ago. You begin pacing back and forth across the house. If he was going to die, he’d already be dead, and if he was going to live, he’d already be back on the carrier. Plus, there was no guarantee he was even going back to Top Gun, he could be going straight to his next assignment. You stop dead in your tracks. He could be dead.

Then again, that was the problem wasn't it? It didn't really matter, you would go to the ends of the Earth if he had asked you to, if he had so much as implied that he needed or wanted you to. Maybe that's why you had already finished packing, bag already by the door, heart already knowing what your head was trying to figure out.

Leaning over the kitchen island, you pull out your laptop and start looking for any possible flights to anywhere even remotely close to San Diego and Top Gun. A few hours that pass over your nerves like shitty tap dancers, about 50 tabs, and a coffee or three later you finally come across a flight. It's expensive, significantly more than you would ever pay normally, and through an airline you've never used before. It's also leaving in an hour from an airport 49 minutes away. Taking a deep breath, you say fuck it and start typing your credit card numbers in, because you are tired and desperate and you just need to be there in case he did come back.

God, you hope he's alive.

It was a seven and a half hour flight and a two hour drive, having booked the first flight you found to anywhere close by. You had a bit of a drive to get to Top Gun, but you honestly can’t remember much of your trip. How can you? For all you know, you're doing all of this for a funeral that you're not even sure you would be invited to.

You're not completely sure how you ended up in front of the Hard Deck. Well, that's a lie. You know damn well why you stopped here before trying to find a hotel. It's an aviator's bar. It's where the aviators go after work. You’d been here with him the first time around. When you were dating. When you thought you were going to marry him.

It's stupid, and emotional, and childish to stop. It’s been a little less than two days since he made the phone call, and if he is alive he'd still be on the ship, or in a hospital somewhere. That didn't stop you from walking in, from looking around, from ordering a drink, from sitting down and waiting on some distant hope that he'd pop through the door. You haven't actually figured out what you're going to do when you see him again. But fuck if that didn't mean you still wanted to see him.

It was another three days of watching and waiting, of sitting at the bar with Penny, of wondering whether or not the last actual conversation you will ever have with the love of your life was when you broke up, when he told you he never loved you.

It's your fifth day in San Diego, when you see his Bronco in the Hard Deck parking lot. You know that fucking car anywhere and you know for a fact that if it was here then Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was alive. Which means he could have damn well called you and informed you of such!

Taking a deep breath, as to not preemptively jump to conclusions, and to not kill the first person that looks at you wrong, you hurry up and force your way through the Hard Deck’s doors, making a scan for tall, brunette, and mustached.

It's not hard to find him. He is standing by a handful of other pilots and Penny. She's under who you assume is the pilot named Pete’s arm, looking very amused by your entrance. Bradshaw, on the other hand, is laughing lazily with his friends, like you hadn't thought he might be dead for the better part of the week.

“BRADLEY FUCKING BRADSHAW!”

The sound of pool balls clinking stops almost immediately, and you hear whispers arising from some of the pilots scattered around the bar. The man of the week looks in your direction, and while his eyes light up, his face falls as you start marching across the floor towards him. “...y/n?”

You feel multiple eyes on you as you stomp across the bar, and out of the corner of your eye you can also see a few heads turn. “What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you? The fuck was that phone call?” You come to a stop right in front of him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Have you been landing too hard it’s starting to fuck with your head?” there's a snort on your right, coming from some Ken-doll-looking motherfucker. “Because that shit-”

“Y/n?”

“Is not okay! At all! You don't call someone, and tell them you love them, and that your sorry, and then just fucking disappear! Honestly! Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't hit you upside your head, I swear to god-”

He interrupts you by pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him, and you use every ounce of self control to not hug him back. He leans slightly back, looking into your eyes, and opening his mouth to speak.

“You came?” …you came? YOU CAME? What in the ever loving fuck did he think you were going to do after he called, go to brunch and have some fucking mimosas? Chill at the beach? Not lose your absolute goddamn mind?

“OF COURSE I FUCKING CAME!” You struggle in his arms before giving up and grabbing his shoulders in order to pull him down a bit so your eye level. “We may not have left on the best of terms, but I still fucking love you! Honestly, you could have called me at any point and I would have shown up because that's what you do when you love someone! And maybe that wouldn’t be my best discission but, fuck, I've never had a doubt that you would-”

“You still love me?” Maybe it was the way he said it, sounding like he was going to cry, or the way he looked like he was in complete shock over the fact that you still love him, even though he’s the one who walked away, but it makes your anger fade from the loud and explosive kind to the tired and worried one.

“Jesus fucking son of a fuck I swear to-” deep breaths, homicide is illegal and there’s witnesses, lots of witnesses, because almost everyone in the bar has turned to stare, nosey fucks. “-Yes. I love you, I loved you when we were dating, I loved you when we broke up, and I love you now, but, if you say one. More. Stupid. Fucking. Thing. I'm going to drown you in the ocean-” and it's true. You do love him. But it's also true that if he doesn't stop interrupting you, you are going to try and throw him in the ocean. It wouldn't work, you've tried it before, but it would make you feel better.

He smiles like a dumbass, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. He puts his hand on your cheek, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, but I swear to god if you interupt me one more fucking time-” which, he of course decides to do by kissing you. Which, not to say that you are complaining, but it's hard to stay mad when he's kissing you like it's all he's ever thought about. Putting both of your hands on his chest, you lightly push him away. “-we’re not in a movie. Kissing me’s not gonna get me to shut up-”

“What if I kiss you multiple times?” And isn't that a tempting offer? But, as much as you love him, that phone call was the worst possible way of getting in contact with you again.

You narrow your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching ever so slightly up. “You can kiss me everyday for the rest of our lives, but it’s still not gonna stop me from thinking you're an idiot and calling you on it.”

“Promise?”

You can't help but to shake your head and smile. “Goddammit Bradley, I'm trying to be mad at you, you inconsiderate asshole. Yes, yes I promise, for as long as your dumbass wants to keep me-”

“Forever then.” And there it was, that stupid fucking smile that you loved. The one that made you stop yelling, at least for the moment, because he was alive, and he loved you, and he wasn't going to walk away this time. Sighing as you lean into him, the exhaustion of the week finally starts to catch up with you, but at least you know that he's safe.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hey there :) I hope you’re having a fantastic day :) please could I request action prompt 13 for gojo satoru 💙💙

ANGER AND ANGUISH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Sharing a kiss after a massive battle (Action Prompt #13)

Notes: Idk if this cursed spirit idea even makes any sense, but we’re rolling with it anyway.

Also, TW for minor descriptions of gore

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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The acrid scent of blood and smoke is thick on your tongue, making you gag and dry heave, hunching over as you spit onto the ground.

Was it over?

Please let it be over.

There’s a ringing in your ears and a hand at your back.

Someone’s saying something. Shouting something. But you can’t hear them.

You turn, dazed and confused. Who is talking?

Itadori Yuuji.

He’s screaming at you, but you can’t understand what he’s trying to say. You can see the flash of a fire alarm going off in the background. You squint, and he seems to realize what’s happening. So instead of saying anything more, he hauls you to your feet, slings your arm over his shoulder, and takes a step forward. You stumble after him.

Only to freeze when he seemingly hears something. You watch as the blood drains from his face, and you can smell it.

The scent of something rotting. Something long dead but somehow alive at the same time.

You know that smell.

So you turn and see the cursed spirit perched on the teacher’s desk, chattering its teeth as it watches the two of you hobble away. It cocks its head to the side like some curious dog. It was almost human-like. If humans stood seven feet tall, hunched on all fours like some deformed hunchback, that is.

That’s right…

You remember now. Why you were even here.

It was supposed to be easy. That was the whole reason Yuuji had come along—for extra training. It was supposedly a simple grade-two cursed spirit infestation at an elementary school. Kids had gone missing, only for their contorted and mangled bodies to be found days after their disappearance, bellies ripped open to show feasted upon innards.

You accepted the job almost immediately.

Except the moment you encountered the beast, you knew there was no way it was a grade-two spirit. It was grade one, at the very least, maybe even a special grade.

Where was Satoru?

You had texted him just before the fight started, just a simple “I’m worried ‘toru.” He hadn’t responded. But you knew he had seen it.

So where was he?

That led you to where you are now, being dragged along by Yuuji in an attempt to get away before the cursed spirit could come to eviscerate you both like it had done to victims in the past.

All the while, you couldn’t look away. Couldn’t look away from the emaciated body. Couldn’t look away from the too many too-sharp teeth. And most of all… couldn’t look away from the blank, milky-white eyes. They were solid orbs of fallen snow, not another color found in the murky depths.

“Don’t look at it!” Your hearing was coming back. It was still muffled, like someone was talking through cotton, but you could hear it again.

The tap tap tapping of the claws.

The unnatural clicking.

The chattering of those teeth.

No mouth should ever be that wide; no smile should ever have that many teeth.

You manage to tear your eyes away from the being, but in the process, you trip over a half-smashed desk and go crashing to the ground. Yuuji tries to keep you both on your feet and tries to keep going. But your cursed energy is depleted, and Yuuji—as superhuman as he was—can only keep going for so long.

The corner of a desk cracks into the side of your skull, and your vision goes white. There’s something wet and sticky dripping down your face, and when you go to wipe it off, your fingers come away red.

Yuuji is struggling to his knees, hands trembling and breath coming out in little panicky gasps.

He’s scared.

And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Except…

Maybe…

You turn on your knees and use the edge of an unfallen desk to pull yourself upright, finding your weapon amongst the rubble and holding it at the ready.

Maybe if the spirit kills you here… maybe then Yuuji could get away…

So there you stand, knees shaking and teeth gritting together as the cursed spirit gets closer and closer.

“Suck it up, damn it!” You curse yourself. You’re supposed to be a powerful sorcerer. Someone that others can look up to. The one training the next generation. This should have been easy.

When had it gone so wrong?

You close your eyes and feel a certain kind of peace.

You were going to die.

But that was okay. At least Yuuji would be safe.

Until…

“Playtime’s over, you little goblin!” Comes a familiar voice. Your eyes shoot open, and you see him.

Satoru.

His sapphire pools are ablaze with an emotion you can’t quite put a finger to. He very near hovers in the air and has a hand extended. He meets your eyes with a sort of boyish charm, and then,

“Did you miss me?” He quips with a grin, and you let out a disbelieving laugh.

You weren’t going to die here.

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in the hospital.

The stink of the antiseptic and medicine makes you hunch up in bed and retch. It reminded you all too much of the smoke and blood and the smell of rotting flesh.

You’re dry-heaving into a garbage bin next to your hospital bed when the door slides open and shut. Glancing up, your eyes meet azure eyes still lit with the emotion from before. Abruptly… you realize it’s anger. Mixed with a myriad of other emotions, but that’s the first one you put a name to. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize what Satoru is feeling.

He’s angry and worried and oh so sad.

Angry at you.

Worried about you.

“You were going to die.” His voice is thin and small and so uncharacteristic for someone like him.

“But I didn’t.” You whisper and watch as he clenches his fists so hard his knuckles turn white.

“You had given up.” His tone is sharp and biting, a stark contrast to the scared man who had been standing before you mere moments before.

You go to swing your legs over the side of your hospital bed, and despite Satoru’s anger, he’s at your side in an instant. His hands are large and calloused at your wrist and back as he guides you into a more comfortable sitting position.

But he doesn’t take a seat at your side. Not like he used to when you were teenagers, and you’d get injured doing something reckless.

He’d sit at your side, showing you some dumb video or photo on his phone while Suguru stood back, watching in amusement.

Oh, how you missed those simpler times.

You look into the eyes of the man you loved so much and find him watching you with those deep blue eyes you adored.

“You were going to die.” He reiterates, standing before you with his hands in his pockets. You had known him long enough to know it was an attempt to hide his worry. He had done it since before you had even met.

“I can’t lose you. Not like I—” Satoru doesn’t have to finish the sentence for you to understand what he was going to say.

“Not like I lost Suguru.”

You reach out with a trembling hand and fist it in the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer so you can lean your forehead against his stomach. You feel a hesitant hand in your hair, gently ruffling the tresses as you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry.” You croak, and he finally moves. He takes a seat at your side, pulling you close to his side. You rest your head against him and have to ask.

“How’s Yuuji?” You whisper, and he huffs out a laugh,

“He’s fine. A little shaken, maybe. But worry about yourself once in a while, would ya?” He says, and his voice cracks.

And that sound alone breaks your heart.

Scooting yourself onto your knees, you turn to face Satoru and cup his face with soft hands. He lets you readily, looking at you with eyes so filled with anguish that you can barely stand it. So you close your eyes and press your lips to his.

His kiss tastes like unfallen tears.

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Experiment 101 — Part 2

AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Words: 5.5K

Warnings: Mention of kidnapping, mention of blood (Pls tell me if I’m missing something)

Summary: The three newcomers are interrogated by the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya and they make a great discovery. The youngest Sully boy made friends with the new humans in the base, but his older brother doesn’t seem very happy with their presence.

Notes: Hiii, i’m sorry this took so long, I didn’t have inspiration to write and this took me like a month to get it done, i’m so sorry. But now it’s here! I hope the fandom is not completely dead cause I still love avatar sm. keep in mind english is not my first lenguaje so it could have some mistakes

3rd Person POV / Proofread ig

Masterlist (i still don’t know how to do that, pls help💀)

“Who are they?” Norm asked the warriors that just arrived at the base, looking carefully at the three sky people he had never seen.

One of them shrugged. “Olo'eyktan told us to bring them here” He answered. “He said something about you and Max checking them and then he will question them”

“Okay, leave them there, please” The Na’vi warriors did what Norm said, laying Y/N, Cameron and Thomas on three stretchers inside of some kind of check room. “They don’t have an oxygen mask, are you sure they’re alive?”

“Positive, Olo’eyktan and his sons made sure it was that way”

“Okay, thank you” The human thanked and the warriors made their way out. “Max!” He called.

“What happened?” He answered peeking through the door.

“Jake says we have to check on these three” He informed, gaining a confused look from Max.

“And who are they?” Max asked looking carefully at the humans.

Norm shrugged. “They don’t know either, so I guess we’ll find out when Jake questions them”

“Fine, let’s get it done.”

Both scientists started to check on the three youngest ones, they had just a few scratches. But what concerned the adults was that their lungs were about to collapse. New oxygen masks were placed on them trying to keep them stable till they wake up.

“It seems they breathed Pandora’s air for a little too long, that why their lungs are collapsing” Max informed. “They need to stay in oxygen for a few more hours, in the meantime, we should do some blood test on them”

“Yeah, I’m on it”

On the other hand, Jake Sully and his sons arrived to their family hut. “What were you thinking? What if it was some kind of tramp from the sky people?”

“Dad, I’m sorry, we were just curious, no need to be so paranoid” The youngest said, immediately regretting it.

Jake raise a brow in Lo’ak’s direction. “Are you for real?”

Neteyam stepped in before the situation escalated. “I’m sorry sir, we will not be doing that ever again”

“I hope so, boy”

“Ma’ Jake, what is happening?” Neytiri’s voice was heard by the three Sully men. “What did you do this time?” She asked looking directly at Lo’ak.

“Your sons found some sky people left behind by the RDA” Jake explained. “We brought them to our base”

“What? Why? Why didn’t you kill them right away?” She asked her mate. “You know better than that”

“They are young, maybe the same age as our children”

“The sky people left them behind for some reason” She said. “They were sent to attack us!”

“Mom, if you let me, I don’t necessarily think they were ‘left behind’, I think they escaped the sky people’s base” The youngest son replied, trying to defend the three young humans, for some strange reason. Maybe they reminded him a little bit of his friend Spider.

“Why would they even want to escape the sky people? They are their own race”

Jake shrugged. “I don’t know, they are with Norm and Max right now, they’re unconscious, so they’re not a threat for now” He said. “Now, you two tell me what exactly did you heard from those humans”

Neteyam and Lo’ak shared a look, the oldest starting to tell what they’ve heard. “We already told you must of it, but they said they lived a shitty life and would probably die in a shitty way”

Lo’ak nodded. “They were kidnapped by the RDA, and they used them as lab rats, that’s all”

Jake pressed his lips. “Fine, I better get going to question them, the faster the better”

“Can we go?” Lo’ak asked. Neteyam didn’t show any emotion, but he wanted to go.

“No” Neytiri said. “There’s no way you go back there”

“Mom, we’ve been there many times, this will not change anything” Lo’ak tried to convince his mother.

“The other times you’ve been there, there weren’t some strange sky people”

“Please mom, we’re curious, they could breath Pandora’s air for much longer than usual, there must be something off, right?”

Neytiri moved her gaze from her youngest to her mate. Jake only nodded, quietly telling her that it was okay with him. “Fine, you can go” The brothers smiled. “But…” The smiled disappeared. “You will stay by your father’s side at all time, am I clear?”

“Yes mom”

“Fine, get out of here”

“Sooo, who do you think they are?” Lo’ak asked his older brother. “And what is their business here?”

Neteyam shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe their just lab rats as they said”

“Boys, keep up” They heard Jake talking to them. “We’ll get our answers once I talk to them, which will be in a few moments, so stop wondering about and walk faster!”

“Alright, alright” The youngest said.

Back in the lab, Y/N opened her eyes and stood up rapidly. The last she remembered was the RDA people being attacked by the Na’vi and then them not being able to breath along with the strongest pain she’d ever felt in her entire life.

“Hey, hey, hey, try to stay calm, we need you to stay calm” A unknown man told her. “You are safe now, but we need you to stay calm for us to explain what happened”

“Who are you? Where am I? Where are the others?” She asked switching her gaze every few seconds to every corner of the room she was in.

“My name is Norm and I’m a scientist” Y/N face started to drop. Not again, she thought to herself. Norm noticed it. “Don’t worry, we’re not with the RDA, you’re free”

“Alright, alright” She sound like she was trying to calm herself more than talking to Norm. “Where are the others?”

“The blonde guy is in the room next to us, the other one is still getting checked by other scientists” Norm explained.

“And Madison?” Y/N asked.

Norm looked at her confused. “There wasn’t a Madison with you”

“Uh? What do you mean? She’s a curly headed one, a few years older than me”

The man shrugged. “I’m sorry kid, but there were just the three of you, no one else” Y/N only nodded, trying to process the information. “What’s your name? It would really help to know the names of you three”

“Oh, yeah, I’m Y/N, the brunette guy is Thomas and the blonde one is Cameron”

“Alright then…” Norm was interrupted by some Na’vi on the door.

“Are they awake?” Jake asked. Norm stood up and walked towards the door.

“They are, let me get the others and you can start the questioning”

Jake gaze meet Y/N’s. “Okay then”

Soon enough, Cameron and Thomas enter the room, followed by Norm, Max and Jake Sully and his sons, who insisted in joining them.

“Oh god, now were going to get killed by the Na’vi people” Cameron started to talk when he saw the three tall blue figures towering them. “Why are we always at the verge of dying? That is kinda strange, don’t you think?” He asked Y/N who looked at him confused. “Anyways, it was nice to meet you guys, you really made the experience of being kidnapped a little fun”

“I don’t think being kidnapped is a funny experience” Y/N answered him, both of them totally forgetting there were witnesses to their conversation.

“Oh my god Cam, why do you have to talk so much in situations like these?” Thomas said angrily. “And you should stop answering him, you know how he gets, Y/N”

The scientists looked at them with a smile, those three young people were quite funny. Jake fought a smile from appearing, and Neteyam and Lo’ak were confused.

“We’re not going to kill you” Lo’ak finally spoke, breaking the discussion the humans were having.

“Not yet, at least” Neteyam added, gaining a look from his father.

“What are your names?” The oldest Sully asked. “I know he’s Cam” He pointed at the blonde human.

“Cameron, actually” He corrected. “But I guess you can call me Cam, I don’t care” He shrugged, making Y/N and Thomas roll their eyes.

“I’m Thomas” The brunette one said in a calm voice.

“My name’s Y/N”

“I’m Jake Sully, and I guess you already know Norm and Max” They nodded. “Okay, let’s get it done” The gazes of the three humans were now on the two younger Na’vi, Jake noticed this. “Oh yeah, these are my sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak” The two boys only nodded at them. “We’re not going to hurt you, we just want to ask you a few questions”

“We’ve heard of you” Y/N said to Jake. “Jake Sully, the one who betrayed his own race” The man made a face hearing the nickname humans gave him, but he regretted nothing. “I think what you did was brave” Y/N shrugged.

“Yeah, I would have done the same just to get away of those RDA bitches” Cameron said, gaining a laugh from Jake, Norm and Max.

“I know, they can be such dickheads, but I did it for a few more reasons” The oldest said thinking about his beautiful mate. “Anyway, let’s start, shall we?” They nodded. “How old are you?”

“21” The two boys said.

“19” Y/N answered.

“Alright, and how long have you been here?”

Cameron let a small smile out. “I don’t know, I guess just for a few hours, how long has been since we escaped the RDA?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Here on Pandora, not here with them, dumbass” Her gaze returned to Jake. “We’ve been here for like two and a half years, sir” She answered.

Jake noticed that neither did Cameron nor Thomas were taking the questioning seriously, so he asked if they can stay only with the girl.

“I’m sorry about them” She apologized once her friends were out of the room. “Thomas is a bit suspicious around everyone, and Cameron never takes things seriously”

“It’s okay, kid, don’t worry” Jake assured her. “But now, I need you to answer me everything I ask, ok?” She nodded. The scientists went outside too, only Norm and Max staying on the room with the Sully men and Y/N. “Now, why did the RDA kidnapped you?”

“They said it was because we had no one back on Earth, that no one would missed us or even noticed we are gone…” She started talking, feeling a wave of sadness through her body. “They were right, though, we have no one, so that’s why we are here, they never told us what we were going to do in Pandora, but we eventually found out”

“And what is that?” He asked.

“Being lab rats” She answered without hesitation. “They used us so they could test some serum, but they were never successful, every three days they came and injected some weird looking liquid, sometimes was painless, but sometimes it was so painful we eventually passed out”

Jake pursed his lips. How can some humans be such monsters, even with their own kind? “And do you know what that serum was supposed to do?”

Y/N nodded. “They told us just before your warriors attacked them” She confessed. “It’s supposed to make humans able to breathe Pandora’s air, no more oxygen masks ever again, but as I told you, the serum never worked until now, but I guess it didn’t work the way it was supposed to because we lost our breaths just a few minutes after”

“You’re correct. The serum didn’t worked well, you three arrived here with both lungs collapsed and unconscious, we work hard to stabilize you, but you’re okay for now” Norm mentioned.

“Both lungs collapsed?” Lo’ak asked. “That sounds dangerous”

“Because it is. It basically means the air escapes your lungs and fill the space between them and your chest wall, making even harder to breathe” Max explained the young Na’vi.

“So what now?” Y/N asked.

“Did you hear something else from the RDA people?” Neteyam asked, making his dad look his way.

Y/N shook her head no. “We were locked in cells for days, we only were able to exit them when they did their tests, we only talked to each other” She answered.

“So you think they will continue their tests without you?” The oldest Sully asked, looking at her with attention.

Y/N shrugged. “I mean, they still have Madison, she was with us every time a new serum was created, so I guess they’ll continue testing on her”

Jake pursed his lips. “So they’ll still have some advantage on us, if the sky people can breathe Pandora’s air, it will eliminate one of their weakest spots” It seemed that he was thinking about his next steps. “Okay, thank you very much, Y/N, now get some rest and let my friends here help you and your friends” He pointed to Max and Norm, who sent the girl a small smile.

Jake stood up and walk towards the door, Neteyam and Lo’ak following him. “It was nice to meet you” The youngest said to her just before crossing the door.

Neteyam only gave her a small nod and walked away.

“Well, that was something” She said making the two scientists laugh.

“I don’t know what you heard about Jake back in the RDA base, but he’s a good man” Norm said.

“I can tell already”

“For now, you should rest a few more days and try to get yourself better, and then we will try and figure things out, alright?” Max asked, Y/N nodded. “Alright then, see you later, Cam and Thomas will be here in just a few minutes”

“Ok”

“Dudeeee, what did they ask you?” Cameron entered the room. “Are they going to kill us?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, they will just wait till we get better and experiment some new things on us, and then they’ll get rid of us” She joked, Cameron face instantly deforming into a sad expression. “I’m kidding, oh my god”

“You’ve got me worried for a second”

“So, what did they actually wanted?” Thomas asked.

“They wanted to know what was our business with the RDA” She said. “They were nice, they told me we should rest for a few more days and then they will tell us what’s our destiny”

Thomas nodded. “I just wish they won’t throw us back to the RDA base, I would rather be left alone in the forest than put a foot in that base again”

“Yeah, same”

What they didn’t knew, was that the Sully men and the two scientists were listening to their conversation. “What do you think they did to them?” Max asked. “They seemed really scared to go back”

“I don’t know, but knowing the RDA system, those poor kids are traumatized for life” Jake replied, making his sons wonder what was the RDA capable of and what happened to those three humans.

A few days passed and Y/N was feeling way better, one of the Na’vis came to visit them daily.

“Sooo, what was Earth like?” The Na’vi boy asked. “My dad has always said it was a dying world, but he hasn’t been there in a while, maybe you can tell me more about it?”

Y/N gave him a small smile. “It may sound crazy, but I don’t remember very much of it. I mean, it wasn’t that long ago but it seems like everything I knew back there just erased from my memory, I barely remember my life then” She confessed. “Maybe Cam or Thomas can tell you more about it”

“More about what?” Cameron entered the room. “Oh, what’s up, Lo’ak?” He said towards the young Na’vi.

“More about Earth” Lo’ak answered. He was always curious about his dad and his human part unlike his older brother, who didn’t want to know anything about the sky people, Neteyam only closeness to the human world was learning English and being friends with Spider, and lately, coming once in a while to the lab and talk with Norm and Max.

“Oh” Cam said. “Actually, I don’t remember much of it, it’s kinda weird”

“You don’t remember either?” Y/N asked him, he denied. “It is weird”

“What is weird?” This time it was Thomas who entered the room. “Lo’ak, how have you been?”

“All good, thanks” He answered.

“Lo’ak asked us to tell him more about Earth, maybe you could elaborate more than us” Cam said to Thomas. “Maybe you remember better than us”

Thomas smile dropped. “Actually…”

Lo’ak raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that you don’t remember, aren’t you?” He said jokingly.

“Uhm, I do not remember much, actually” Thomas shrugged.

Lo’ak eyed up and down the three humans in front of him. “There is definitely something weird about that” He said. “How is it possible the three of you forgot almost everything that happened to you before getting kidnapped by the RDA?”

“Who forgot almost everything?” A fifth voice entered the room. It was Norm.

“It seems these three don’t remember a thing about Earth” Lo’ak spoke with a grin.

“It’s understandable. For what I know, it wasn’t a happy life you had back then, right?” The oldest one looked at them. “Maybe you suppressed some memories to protect yourselves”

Y/N nodded. “It’s not like that, Norm, at least speaking for myself, I do not remember a single thing” She said. “I mean, yeah, I know I didn’t have a perfect life and my parents weren’t the greatest, but I only know that because the RDA scientists kept saying that to me”

“What about you two?” He asked Cam and Thomas. “What do you remember?”

Cam looked at Thomas, noticing he wasn’t going to start speaking, so he did. “Same here, just the things Ardmore told us, that my mother died and I stayed with my father who wasn’t exactly father of the year”

“They told me my entire family died on a car crash and I was stuck in an orphanage” Thomas added.

“But you don’t remember anything at all?” Norm asked. “Anything besides what the RDA told you?” They shook their heads no. “Stay here, I’m going to order some tests to try and find out what they really did to you”

Norm left the room under the gazes of the three youngest humans and the Sully boy. “Aaand… we’re back again with the tests”

“Don’t worry guys, there no way Norm and Max can hurt you, trust me” Lo’ak finally spoke after being witness of the humans’ conversation. “I have to go, my dad said he wanted me home before eclipse or he will take my free time away and make me do some Olo’eyktan son shit” He stood up towering over Y/N.

“But you are the Olo’eyktan son” Y/N smiled at the Na’vi.

“Yeah, I’m aware of that, but that kind of task are always given to Neteyam, and let me tell you, they aren’t that fun, so I better run, I hope you can get your answers” He said while exiting the room. “Byeeee!”

“That guy is very chill, I wouldn’t have thought a native could be that nice” Cam said after a few minutes Lo’ak left.

“Yeah, well, that’s because Ardmore and her little soldiers always talked shit about the Na’vi” Y/N responded. “I don’t know how she can talk that bad about them but then go and make more and more avatars”

“I guess the RDA could really use the strength of the Na’vi combined with the training that human soldiers have” Thomas added.

The blonde one smiled mockingly. “Oh, and wait until their ‘final surprise’ wakes up”

“I forgot about that, they were always bragging about how the natives were done once the ‘final surprise’ woke up, what do you think it is?” Thomas asked genuinely concerned.

“I don’t think it is a ‘what’, I think it is more of a ‘who’” Y/N added. “I once heard them talking about that, but they kept saying that it was a ‘he’, so it’s a person”

“In that case, who do you think it is?”

Back on the village, Lo’ak arrived just in time. He found his older brother entering the hut as well. “What you’ve been up to, baby bro?” Neteyam asked, leaving his hunting gear on a corner.

Lo’ak shrugged. “Not much, I went to the lab”

“It seems you’re getting closer with the newcomers” The oldest said.

“I mean, why not? They are around our age, and Spider is there too sometimes”

“Boys, come help me serve dinner” Neytiri’s voice was heard all over the hut. The youngest Sully boys obeyed.

A few minutes later, the Sully family was eating dinner and telling each other about their days. “What did you do today, son?” Jake asked Lo’ak.

“I went to visit Norm and the newcomers” By the face Neytiri made, they all knew she wasn’t really happy with her youngest boy going there. “I learned something quite… interesting”

“What is it!?” Tuk asked excitingly.

Lo’ak let out a small chuckle. “It not exciting, Tuk Tuk, I’m sorry to disappoint” The youngest of the family made a pout. “I have some new information about what the RDA did to them”

“What is it?” This time was Kiri asking.

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know if it’s confirmed, but it seems they erased their memories” He let about. “The three of them don’t remember a single thing about Earth, only the things the RDA people told them, it was like they forgot all about themselves except for their names”

“That’s messed up!” Kiri said.

“It is, my girl, but that is just a taste of what the RDA is capable of” Jake told her with a soothing voice. “How do you know that, Lo’ak?”

“I asked them to tell me more about Earth…” Neytiri and Neteyam gazed at him, he only shrugged. “But they couldn’t remember a single thing”

“Is Norm informed about this?” The oldest Sully asked.

Lo’ak nodded. “Yeah, he overheard the conversation and said he was going to order some tests to find what really happened to them”

“I’m sure they’re thrilled to have some more tests” Kiri said sarcastically.

“Yeah, you bet” Lo’ak added.

“Hmm, I’m going to speak with Norm about this” Jake ended the conversation. “I need to get some things from the lab and since you just came back from there, it’s Neteyam’s turn to go” Jake instructed looking at his two sons.

Neteyam didn’t want to go. He didn’t like the lab very much, he preferred staying at the village and letting his brother go with the humans and avatars, but he couldn’t do anything. It was a direct order from his father and Neteyam knew better than disobey Jake.

“What do you want me to bring, father?” He asked trying to not show his annoyance.

“Just go, Norm knows what to do” He said. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” The youngest nodded and left the hut.

Neteyam walked for what seemed to him a long time, but he managed to arrive just in time before every human decided to go to bed.

“Hey Max” He greeted the scientist.

“Oh Neteyam! I didn’t expect to see you here, it is always your brother the one who is always around” Max greeted back with a smile. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“My dad send me to get some things” The Na’vi answered.

“Alright, what things?”

Neteyam shrugged. “I don’t know, he told me to ask Norm and he would know what to do” He looked round the place to find Norm, but was unsuccessful. “Have you seen him?”

Max nodded. “Yeah, he’s at the back, last door to your left”

“Alright, thank you Max” He said goodbye and started walking the way the scientist told him.

“How much more do you need, Norm?” Neteyam heard a voice while approaching the door. “Because I feel like this is a lot” He knocked, getting a “come in” in response.

He saw Norm writing some things in a computer. “Just a little bit more, Y/N” Norm responded to the girl sitting behind him.

Neteyam’s gaze shifted to the feminine voice. He saw one of the humans he and his brother brought to the clan. The girl, to be more specific. She was laying down in a hospital bed with a strange tube attached to her arm. A red liquid was coming out of her and straight to a plastic-looking bag. It was obviously blood. “I read the average amount of blood a human can lost is 500 mililiters… that looks way more than 500 mililiters”

“A human can lose a lot more blood, that number it’s just the average amount of blood that can be drawn before starting feeling a bit dizzy” He said while rolling his eyes. “Oh Neteyam, what brings you here?” Norm asked once he saw the Na’vi.

“My dad sent me to get something” He answered. “He told me you would know”

“Oh yeah, I remember now” Norm looked around trying to find something. “It’s not here, let me go get it” The scientist started walking towards the door, the male Na’vi following him.

“Don’t leave me here, Norm! I can bleed out!” Y/N said trying to get the needle out of her arm.

“Stop it Y/N, you’re not going to bleed out…” He looked around once again. “I’m not going to take a lot of time” He told her. “Neteyam, can you do me a favor while I go get what your father asked for?” Neteyam didn’t know what to say so he just nodded. “Please stay with Y/N and keep an eye on her… if you hear a sound coming from the machine, it means she can take the needle out”

Staying with the human? I don’t think so, Neteyam thought. “I could go look for it if you tell me where it is and you could stay with her” He suggested but Norm denied.

“You will not be able to reach it, please stay with her, I won’t take long” Norm said and exited the room.

“Wait Norm!” Y/N started saying but couldn’t finish her sentence as the scientist was far enough. She eyed the Na’vi up and down a couple of times, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his presence. “Sooo… you’re Lo’ak’s brother, right?”

Neteyam only nodded, watching the red liquid coming out of her body. He mentally questioned why was the reason this human girl had to get that amount of blood drawn out of her.

Y/N looked away, feeling more uncomfortable with the lack of response from the boy.

The machine emitted a sound, meaning the treatment was done. “I think you can get the needle out” He said harshly towards her. His accent making a little difficult to understand him.

“Yeah, I know, I heard Norm” She responded with the same tone the Na’vi gave her. Y/N took the needle out and instantly pressed a cotton pad right were the sharpened object was. She got up the bed and walked towards the door, wanting to finally get out and go to her own room, but once she opened the door she lost balance, stumbling a little.

Neteyam, who was right next to the door, managed to catch her before she fell right on the floor. “Oh, hm, thanks” Y/N said looking up to connect her gaze with the Na’vi.

“It’s ok, you’re a little clumsy, I see” He mocked watching the girl exit the room, but he didn’t noticed Y/N heard him.

“I’m not clumsy, blue guy” She said a little offended. “It’s just…” She couldn’t finish her sentence when her vision went cloudy and the dizziness took over her, losing balance once again. She sat on the floor waiting for the dizziness to finally disappear while the Na’vi watched her with curiosity.

“Are you okay?” He asked, towering over the girl. He was already much taller than her when she was standing, and now that she was sitting on the floor and the Na’vi still standing, she felt like an insect.

“Do I look okay?” She asked sarcastically making Neteyam smile. “Just… give me a minute and I’ll leave”

The boy towering her shrugged. “I don’t care if you leave or not, you live here anyway”

“Here, tell your father…” Norm finally arrived with some boxes on his hands. “Why are you there?” He asked when he noticed Y/N on the floor.

“I feel so dizzy, I can’t stand up without losing balance” She said. “I told you that was too much blood, Norm”

Norm rolled his eyes. “Who’s the scientist here, kid?”

“Yeah, whatever… please help me?”

Norm looked at Neteyam. “Here you have, take these to your father and tell him we’ll have more by next week”

“Thanks Norm” Neteyam thanked the human and started walking towards the exit.

“It was nice to see you around here, Neteyam” The scientist said with a small smile. He saw the boy grow up and not being able to watch him more often now was kinda sad.

“Same here, Norm” He looked back before exiting the base. “See you later, little clumsy human” He winked at Y/N and disappeared within the forest.

“Did he just call you…” Norm began to ask but Y/N interrupted him.

“Yes he did, and you will never tell anyone he called me that, okay?” She threatened.

Norm let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, whatever you say, little clumsy human, let’s get you to your room so you can have something to eat and regain strength”

A few more days had passed and Jake Sully accompanied by his two sons were entering the lab once again.

Lo’ak went instantly in search of Spider, Cam, Thomas and Y/N, while Neteyam stayed with his father.

“Norm, Max” He greeted the scientists. Neteyam did the same by gesturing ‘I see you’.

“Jake, Neteyam, what brings you here?” Max asked.

Jake began to walk around the table the two scientists were working. “Lo’ak wanted to see Spider so I took the chance to come get more supplies” The oldest answered. “What are you doing?” He asked watching all the blood samples and scientific instruments they were using.

“We recently took some blood samples from the new kids and we found a lot of things” Max explained.

“What kind of things?” Jake asked. “They seem important”

“The technology the RDA is using to create this syndrome in which humans can breathe Pandora’s air is very advanced, we fear they’ve working on some other things”

“Like what?” Neteyam asked.

“We still don’t know, that’s why we have to keep testing it” Norm replied.

Jake saw all the things on the table. “By doing what exactly?”

“We need to keep testing with these kids, now, I know they won’t be happy with this information, but we could gain a huge advantage on the humans, Jake.”

“So now what? They are going back to being just lab rats?” Neteyam asked kinda annoyed. He listened to the whole story the three humans told, as well as Max and Norm, and they still want to keep testing shit on them?

“It sounds bad when you say it like that, but it is necessary for the sake of the clan, we can learn what the RDA are up to and prepare ourselves if something happens and also we could outsmart them, we just need the cooperation of those three kids.”

“I’ll talk to them” Jake said.

Neteyam looked at his father in awe. Was he really gonna let that happen? Even when he knew the trauma that comes with being held captive by the RDA?

On the other hand, back in the RDA base, General Ardmore was absolutely horrified. “What do you mean by ‘We lost them’?” She asked some of the scientists.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but they are probably dead by now, the girl who couldn’t run away showed us that the serum was not ready yet, they probably collapsed a few seconds after they escaped” The man explained to her.

“You better pray to God they are already rotting, because if they somehow ended in Jake Sully’s hands, we’re screwed.” Her eyes wandered around the place until they met Madison, the poor girl who could escape. “Question her, I don’t mind what methods you use, but I need to make sure those three are really dead and I’m pretty sure she has some answers.”

The soldiers grabbed Madison by her arms and guided her to a questioning room. It was quiet at first, but her screams suddenly started to become more and more loud. Let’s just pray she didn’t see anything, cause if she did, the three humans back in the Na’vi reserve are in so much danger.

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seaoflove07 · 2 months

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

⚠️⚠️ Self-harm and Mention of drowning. ⚠️

The Mukami Mansion. Friday Night.

- The scene starts in Azusa’s Bedroom -

Monologue

I feel sad and disappointed.

The Princess I've been dreaming about,

For the past three weeks,

She suddenly stopped visiting my dreams,

Since Wednesday.

I miss her beautiful smile and the way I felt,

When I was near her.

But who will want a piece of trash like me?

Now here I am left behind and abandoned again.

Even in my dreams, they leave me.

That's how my life has always been,

Since childhood,

And that's how it's always going to be.

Being alive truly feels meaningless.

At least sleeping was better,

When the princess appeared in my dreams.

Even if it wasn't a reality,

She made me happy.

I can breathe and move my body,

But I am dead inside.

Pain is the only proof that I’m alive.

- Azusa cuts his arm -

Staring at the bloody wound.

Azusa: “Justin… she left… you did warn me… this was going to happen…”

… …

“Please… stop laughing at me…”

(While Justin continued to laugh and mock me. I couldn't help to remember the first time I dreamt about the princess…)

Flashback

Azusa was walking through the most beautiful forest he had ever seen. Full of sunlight, nice trees, a field of wildflowers, and vibrant plants could be seen in every corner. He also saw many butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and bunnies hopping like little froggies. The air smelled like fresh flowers. As he kept walking he heard laughter and a flute from a distance. When he got closer to the sounds he stopped in his tracks. He sees three women dancing in a circle holding hands. They all were wearing the same type of dress, and ribbons around their waist, but each one had a different color. They had flower crowns on their heads and were dancing barefoot. He could hear a flute clearly but didn't see anyone playing it. Azusa kept watching silently. The woman with the long blonde hair, with the white dress and blue ribbon caught his attention, and he couldn't stop staring at her. She was a true beauty. The way she was dancing with so much freedom and peacefulness. She notices him and locks her eyes on him while still dancing. Azusa's heart starts beating. When the flute stopped playing the three women clapped and cheered. A minute later the blonde beauty comes walking towards Azusa.

Princess: “Hello, welcome to our forest. What is your name?”

Azusa: (She has the most beautiful smile he had ever seen…)

“Azusa… Mukami… what is… your name…?”

Princess: “It's a secret. Let's go somewhere else to talk. Follow me.”

*TimeSkip*

- They Arrived at a Waterfall River -

Princess: “Much better. The view of clear waters with the sound of the Waterfall is so peaceful. Isn't it beautiful? This is my favorite river. Here I spend most of my time.”

Azusa: “It is lovely… but you are more… beautiful… than this river…”

She giggles.

Princess: “Well look who's being charming.”

Azusa: “Can I ask you something…?”

Princess: “Sure.”

Azusa: “Can you please hit me… I'll take anything… it doesn't matter… how painful it is…”

She gives him a flirty smile.

Princess: “Do you know, Azusa? That I am the Princess of the water from this forest?”

Azusa: “Eh…? I see… It will be… an honor… to receive pain… from a princess…Fufu…”

The princess gets closer to Azusa, placing her hands on his chest and locking her gaze on his. For a moment Azusa held his breath, he was lost in her brown eyes that had passion in them.

Princess: “They say drowning is very painful… the struggle to get air. It amuses me all the time when I'm drowning someone… So since you want to feel pain, will you let me drown you… Azusa?”

He wraps his arms around her waist without thinking, pulling her body closer to his.

Azusa: “Yes… I'll take any type of pain... from you… Princess…”

She smiled.

Princess: “Good boy...”

Pulling his sweater softly, she starts walking backward slowly, leading him toward the water. Both still have their eyes locked on each other.

As they got in the water, Azusa gripped her hips hard. A little moan escaped her mouth.

Princess: “If you thought that was gonna hurt me. Then you were wrong. It actually felt good.”

Azusa: “Then we are the same kind… I knew it…”

She giggles.

Princess: “You and I are very different… you enjoy pain, while I enjoy killing whoever dares step foot into my forest.”

She pressed her lips to his. Kissing him gently.

“Are you ready to go deep in these waters with me, Azusa?”

He opens his eyes.

Azusa: “Yes… I'll go anywhere with you… I am yours… Princess…”

She gave him a sinister look.

Princess: “There is no turning back now.”

With a strong force, she pulled him down deep into the waters with her.

Flashback Ends

Azusa smiled.

Azusa: “That dream felt real… and… the feeling of drowning… felt amazing… Fufu… I will never… forget her…”

*TimeSkip*

- Christine Arrived at the Mukami’s Mansion -

Christine: (Wow! Dad was right, this mansion is huge! I can’t imagine how beautiful it must be inside…)

Christine grabs her luggage and walks to the door. The driver helped her bring the rest of her luggage and left them near the door.

Christine: “Thank you.”

Driver: “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

He walks back to the car and drives off.

Christine starts feeling nervous. She inhales a small breath and rings the doorbell. A few seconds later, a young man with dark hair and grayish-blue eyes opened the door.

Young Man: “You must be Christine-san, we've been expecting you. You may come in.”

She walks inside the mansion with her two big luggage.

Christine: “Mr, can you help me with the rest of my luggage?”

Young Man: “Mr!? My name is Mukami Ruki. Why did you bring so much luggage? I’m pretty sure you brought unnecessary useless things.”

Christine: (How rude!..)

“Apologies Ruki. I brought a lot of things because I will be staying here for three months, and I wanted to be prepared.”

Ruki: “Hmph… I see, very well. I will help you just this once.”

He grabs her other two luggage.

“Come follow me, I’ll take you to your room.”

*TimeSkip*

Ruki: “This will be your room. Next to the bedside table, I left your work instructions. Make sure you read it completely. You start tomorrow night.”

Christine: “Thank you.”

(I'm not impressed with the style of this room. But that is ok, I won't complain. Since I'm gonna live here for three months, I will style it to my liking…)

“Ruki, I don't see any other door in the room. I thought I was gonna have my own personal bathroom.”

Ruki: “What makes you think that you're entitled to have your own bathroom?”

Christine: “Huh? This doesn't have to do with being entitled. Mr. Karlheinz told my Dad that I would have my own bathroom.”

Ruki: “This will be your room and that is final. If you don't like it then you can sleep in the dungeon for all I care.”

Christine: “Why are you being so rude!? Are you one of the workers here?”

Ruki: “Rude? Hmph... You better be careful how you talk to me next time. I am one of the masters.”

Christine: “Oh, so you are one of Mr. Karlheinz son’s... I’m sorry for raising my voice.”

… …

“Can I meet my coworkers?”

Ruki: “Listen here, Livestock. It's just me and my younger brothers, nobody else lives here but us. No maids or butlers are staying with us in this manor. We do have familiars around that help us out with some of our choirs.”

Christine: “How is that possible? With a big mansion like this one! Also, what are familiars? So you're saying, I’ll be living here alone with just men!? Nobody told me this! Besides It will be hard to do all the work by myself and…!”

- Ruki pins her against the wall -

Christine: “What the hell are you doing!? Let go of me!”

Ruki: “You are too noisy! I should punish you for your loudness.”

- Christine starts pushing him -

He pushed her back on the wall hard.

Ruki: “Enough!”

… …

He takes a strand of her long blonde hair and strokes it.

“I wonder, what plan he has with you. There is nothing special about you and you seem like a shallow woman.”

*Sniff, Sniff*

“What's this!?”

He smells her neck.

Ruki: “Your scent… Is kinda similar to Eve's.”

Christine Froze.

Christine: (Her heart starts beating fast! This was too much! She didn't even know this man. His body was pressed against hers and he was smelling her! But… I should stay calm to not make this situation worse…)

Christine: “Who’s Eve? And can you please let go of me?”

He lets go of her and moves back.

Ruki: “Never mind about that. Make sure you read the form and get some rest. Tomorrow you start working here. Be on time tardiness is unacceptable. I may take my leave now.”

Once he left, Christine ran to the door and locked it.

Christine: (What a night! This was so unexpected, What plan was Ruki talking about? I wonder if it’s a specific job position that Mr. Karlheinz wants me to do. But why I have a feeling it seems like it was something else that Ruki meant. And who is Eve? I suddenly started to feel scared…)

- The Next Night -

Christine needs to get used to the night schedule. Before she came here she already knew that it was gonna be an all-night shift. The forms that her father gave her said that his sons are up all night due to their Night Academy. Even though they are now on summer break, the form specifies that they are used to being up all night and that they sleep in the daytime. Last night's incident with Ruki, still crosses her the wrong way, and the fact that she will be living alone with him and his brothers has her shaken up. She tried calling her dad to tell him everything, and she wanted to quit and go back home. But her cellphone signal is not working here. So right now she has no other option but to stay here until she can contact her Father. Right now it’s 6 pm. She already took a shower, and she's dressed for today. She’s wearing a flowy white summer dress with a pair of white flat shoes for her to be comfortable while she works. For jewelry, she’s only wearing her everyday gold cross necklace. She's headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. That’s her first work task. She made it to the kitchen and saw that Ruki was already there getting the food out of the fridge.

Ruki: “Ah… Livestock, good you are on time. I like that, Come. I took out of the fridge all the stuff you need. I also left you the menu. I will be preparing the table and silverware while you prepare breakfast for us and my brothers. They should be coming down in 30 minutes.”

Christine: “Sure, I got this.”

Ruki: “You seem confident, Livestock. You better not disappoint. Here, put this apron on. Every time you're working in the kitchen, I want you to wear it. Am I clear?”

Christine: “Yes, and my name is Christine not, “Livestock”

She puts on the apron.

Ruki: “I shall call you whatever I please. And why are you wearing a dress?”

Christine: (She so wanted to snap back at him, but she won't risk another incident like last night. Who knows what else he is capable of? So she needs to be smart and not cause any trouble…)

“The majority of the time, I like to wear dresses. Is there a dress code here?”

Ruki: “Whatever, and no there's no dress code. As long as you do your job well, I don’t see any problems with it. Now let's get started, we are already wasting time.”

Christine: “Oh, you will be working as well? Even though you are one of the masters?”

Ruki: “Listen, Livestock, just because I live here, doesn't mean I don’t do anything. My brothers and I all have our fair share of the choirs of this mansion. So stop asking questions and get to work!”

*TimeSkip*

Ruki: “Excellent job, Livestock. I didn’t expect a woman like you would be good at the kitchen.”

- Kou, Yuma, and Azusa walk into the kitchen -

Kou: “Wow, what a beauty we have here. Is this the woman who is going to live with us for the summer?”

Ruki: “That is correct.”

Christine: “Hi, my name is Christine Melendez, is nice to meet you all. What are your names?”

Kou: “I’m Kou Mukami.”

Yuma: “Yuma Mukami.”

Azusa: “Azusa…”

Christine: (Lavender eyes!! Like the young man from my nightmares. She starts to feel chills down her spine…)

Ruki: “Well, since we did the introductions, we can all take a seat now, and eat breakfast.”

Kou: “Woh! The food looks and smells delicious.”

He takes a bite of the pancake.

“These pancakes are delicious and fluffy.”

Ruki: “I have to say, Livestock. You did a good job with breakfast, everything is very tasty.”

Christine: “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

- Kou and Yuma start fighting over grabbing the last pancakes and scrambled eggs -

Christine noticed that Azusa was staring at her, and he hasn't even touched his food. She also notices all the bandages around his neck and arms. The cuts on his face, and he had bad dark circles under his eyes. She wonders if he had a bad accident but she doesn't dare to ask him that.

Christine: “Azusa, is the meal not to your liking?”

Azusa: “I'm…”

Kou Interups.

Kou: “If you're not gonna eat that Azusa. I'll gladly eat it.”

He reaches out to grab his food.

Yuma: “Oi, stop being greedy and taking other people's food!”

Ruki: “Kou, manners at the kitchen table!”

*TimeSkip*

Her first night with the Mukami brothers wasn't bad. She managed to do all the tasks that she was supposed to do with no problems. She still wants to go back home. She tried calling her Dad on her cellphone again, but no signal, and the phones here in the mansion don't work. All of them were disconnected, the phones were just there as decoration. Which she finds fishy. She is on her way to the bathroom to take a long bath, and then after she plans to go to the Rose Garden. Ruki gave her permission to take as many flowers as she wanted.

Christine: (I admit that the brothers are really handsome, but there's something off about them. They give me bad vibes like there is something dark surrounding them. Azusa's lavender eyes remind me of the young man from my nightmares. I really need to watch my back. I'm very afraid to be staying here alone with four men. I hope I'll be able to contact Dad soon. I need to get out of here as soon as possible…)

— TO BE CONTINUED —

(Prologue)

• Artwork by The Drawables •

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voltronisanobsession · 1 year

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hi hi! I freaking LOVE your work! I'm glad that you do VLD stuff, even if the fandom is dead and sh!t! Anywho, can you do something along the lines of who, in voltron, do you think is the best hugger/cuddler!

If you dont want to, i understand! ❤️💛💚💙🖤

Paladins Ranked Best to Worst Hugger

Hello, thank you so much!!!! Even if the fandom is kinda dead, I still enjoy writing and just interacting with those who are still alive😍🔥🔥 I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you again for requesting this!!!

I’m gonna rank them from best to worst hugger since I think cuddling should get its own ranking and then giving my reasoning!

Lance

Hunk

Shiro

Allura

Pidge

Keith

Lance

OK IDK IF YOU’RE SUPRISED WITH LANCE BEING NUMBER 1 BUT HEAR ME OUT! I think Lance would be the best hugger BECAUSE his hugs feel like home. We know that he has a big family so I like to think that hes done a lot of hugging and comforting with his cousins and siblings, making him an expert at them! He definitely squeezes people when he hugs them, he just loves giving them!

Plus he doesn’t make them weird! They instantly feel natural and not forced, like Pidge and Keith’s are. You could just go up to Lance and randomly hug him and he wouldn’t even question you, bro would just go with the flow and I love him for that. Yeah his hugs feel like home, he makes you feel included in what feels like small secrets.

Hunk

Next Hunk! I was seriously debating hard about who should be #1 in this list, but I ended up putting homeboy second. Hunk is an automatically emotional and caring person, so imagine that registered into hugs?? Bro gives the biggest yet softest hugs EVER. Same with Lance, hugging him doesn’t feel weird whatsoever, he’s just trying to comfort you!

His hugs feel like a blanket, protecting and comforting. Did that make sense?? He would definitely be the type to pick you up and swing you around in a hug though! Hunk finds hugging to be a really stress relieving thing so be sure to give him one if he looks like he needs one!

Shiro

SHIRRROOOO WOOOO!!! A solid third place, pretty good if I say so myself. I think with Shiro, his hugs are very grounding. He would usually only hug people if they really REALLY need it. But despite how sparse his hugs are, he makes them all worth it. If you ever have a serious conversation with him, just know that he will always hug you in the end, not only to comfort you but to also thank you for trusting him with your secrets and feelings.

His hugs aren’t too tight or too loose, it feels like he’s actually like really holding you. HEAR ME OUT ITS HARD TO PUT IT INTO WORDS! BUT!! You feel seen with his hugs, he actually sees you and hears you, and Shiro is willing to protect the person deep down inside you. His hugs feel like a shield, ready to comfort and provide a safe space for you.

Allura

I love Allura so much omg. I placed her kinda low because I feel like she doesn’t give hugs often at all. Like you would have to go to her yourself and just ask, which she will question you. But if you look like you really need one, she will give you the WARMEST hug ever. Allura’s hugs are delicate in a way. She would hold someone as if they were fragile, being light with her touch because she doesn’t want to accidentally make you uncomfortable.

But despite that, her hugs bring a lot of comfort, they make you feel as if everything is going to be alright. Hugs make Allura feel vulnerable so be prepared for long hugs. She hugs you but just know that she needs that same amount of comfort too. Her hugs feel like finding inner peace, all your nerves instantly settle when she pulls you in her embrace.

Pidge

I feel like Pidge is a somewhat closed off person. I think we’ve seen that Pidge can be an emotional person, but when it comes to physical touch, she doesn’t really think twice about it. Like Allura, you would have to ask her for a hug if you really wanted one. And when you do she might feel a little awkward giving you one😭😭I think she’s really used to only giving her family hugs so giving hugs to friends and you may put her off a little. But after the first few hugs, Pidge would definitely grow to enjoy your hugs!

I feel like she’s the type to rub your back, maybe even rock you guys side to side since she can’t keep still for too long. She might tell a joke while you hug too hehe. Her hugs feel like hugging an old friend, making sure to let you know how much those moments mean to her when you guys have a hugging session.

Keith

Rock bottom, he was an easy decision to make, at least for me. As much as I love Keith, I just KNOW he would be pretty reluctant in giving hugs. He’s not at all used to touching other people like that, he views it as something pretty intimate. So when he finally gives you a hug after some time, he’s pretty nervous, so bro is like really rigid and awkward when hugging you. It would take some time for him to finally loosen up, he’s just so tense.

Keith saves his hugs for people he’s close with. Hugging is Keith’s way of saying “hey I care about you!” He rarely gives hugs though unless he feels the need to. He’s also the type to like rub your back while hugging, it’s something he doesn’t realize he does. It feels weird hugging him at first since he isn’t used to being so close to someone, but he learns to just appreciate the small moment. His hugs feel like summer nights, they’re really refreshing and hugging him is like a new experience everytime.

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feather2004 · 1 year

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Who is macaque’s killer and why I think it is Peng

Okay so I know this has been a source of discussion within the fandom basically ever since Macaque’s backstory got revealed. But I’ve got a pretty good case as to who I think the killer is and why it’s not Wukong.

For starters we already know that one of the shows developers has stated that Wukong and Macaque’s relationship is full of misunderstandings, and one of them was hinted to be Macaque’s belief that he was killed by Wukong.

Now dear reader there are many possible culprits for who could’ve done it however, based on the evidence the show has given us thus far and what we know of the possible suspects I have narrowed it done to three main suspects.

Suspect number 1 Wukong

He’s ruled out for obvious reasons, number one it’s almost confirmed by the creators that Wukong is innocent, but there is other evidence such as.

Number one: Wukong doesn’t react the way a normal person would to finding out someone you killed is most certainly alive.

He’s not shocked to see Macaque during his debut episode in season one, at least not the way he should be if he new Macaque was dead. He seems just angry and annoyed to see him, especially after all this time which would imply that Wukong most likely believed Mac fled during whatever battle they had and survived.

But we know better, now you could say that perhaps Wukong and him met up before that episode so that’s why he’s not shocked. This explanation however, dose not convince me since we have no idea how long Mac’s been resurrected for for all we know he could’ve been alive for a few months before meeting MK.

Plus it just doesn’t seem like Mac to immediately rush off to fight the man who killed you to moment he comes back. No it’s far for likely he waited, hid and schemed for a possible opening to attack before confronting Wukong, and a brand new Monkie Kid who’s inexperienced with his new powers and easy to manipulate now that’s a perfect opportunity.

Number two: it wouldn’t make sense from a writing point to make Wukong the killer, it’s obvious that they’re trying to make this version of him more kid friendly and having your main characters mentor brutality murder his best friend is not the way to do that. That and it’s obvious the writers are setting up for Mac and Wukong to reconcile it would be really hard for that to happen if Wukong just straight up killed Mac, that’s kinda something you can’t come back from.

So yah from all logical standpoints it makes no sense for Wukong to willingly be the killer, and if he is he had to have done it unknowingly or at least against his will.

Suspect number 2 The Lady Bone Demon

Okay so I get why people would think it’s her but honestly, there’s absolutely no way it’s her, and think my reasons for thinking this are very valid.

Number one: she would have no motive to do so or opportunity.

This I feel I’d quite obvious if we look hard enough at the story, it’s stated in her backstory that she was defeated by Wukong and sealed after she tried to kill the whole world. But nowhere is it stated that she new Wukong or had beef with him before this, in fact it wouldn’t make sense for her to as she was busy with her mission and it’s implied that Wukong and the gang were sent in as a last resort and succeeded on their first try.

So, how exactly would she have been able to mess with Mac and Wukong’s relationship when she was imprisoned? My guess she wouldn’t have and even if she could why would she waste her time targeting Macaque when she was most likely focusing on trying to escape her prison. And I know the chains look like hers but there’s no reason that those can’t be ghostly underworld chains, plus we don’t know if that ability is exclusive to her.

And if I’m wrong about the original battle timeline she still would have no reason target Mac since it’s very clearly implied that almost no one new of him aside from Wukong and the brotherhood. I mean he wasn’t a very flashy demon and he kept to himself mostly so how could she have known about him. And even if she did who’s to say Mac wasn’t already dead by the time Wukong and her fought.

Plus it just isn’t within character for her to do this, Lady Bone Demon is all about logic and is usually quite impersonal with her victims she isn’t the type to needlessly torment someone. She’s cruel yes, but she’s not sadistic at least not to the point of destroying someone’s relationship and killing their best friend.

Remember her core motivation as a villain is to end all suffering, in an extreme way yes but that’s still what she wants.

Number two: it would also narratively be underwhelming for it to be her.

If I’m wrong and she is the one who did it, well wahoo I guess she’s already dead so there’s no karmic justice that can come from this revelation. She can’t be punished or yelled at or anything really, she’s gone it wouldn’t mean anything if it was her.

No it would make way more sense for the writers to pick someone who is alive, someone who the heroes can bring justice against a new juicy villain to write all kinds of interesting character dynamics with.

And that brings us to our final suspect, the one who I actually think did it.

Suspect Number 3 Peng

Now this guy, this guy is the kind of person who would kill Macaque: we already know that he and Mac have a heated rivalry at least on Peng’s side, we know that he’s bloodthirsty wanting to kill MK the moment he met him because he was to powerful to let live and we also have a perfect opportunity for him to commit the crime. Plus he just screams filthy backstabber from his voice to his design.

He has motive, opportunity and the skills to accomplish such a task.

It would be incredibly easy for someone like him to kill Mac, one we know it’s most likely that Mac died during the brotherhoods fight against heaven that Wukong was present for as he was shown there during the flashback. Two two the battle was probably hectic and could have easily given him time to slip away and attack an unguarded or unconscious Macaque during the battle leaving everyone else none the wiser.

Three we already know that Mac and him were fighting about whether Wukong had betrayed them or not plus it was clear in the flashback that Mac was in the brotherhood for Wukong and didn’t actually like the others except maybe DBK and Azure. So it would make sense at least in Peng’s mind that Macaque was a liability that would betray them the moment Wukong asked him to, so it’d make sense to kill him when he had the chance and save the brotherhood two mystical monkeys against them.

It would be the perfect plan to him, plus the idea of killing Wukong’s best friend and the immense pain it would cause the monkey would probably just be a bonus to him. The only reason why he might’ve not is because Azure would have disagreed but as I’ve stated before the battle would have been a good cover as everyone else would be distracted fighting their own battles, plus Peng probably thought he could convince Azure it was for the greater good with the reasons I’ve listed above.

Not to mention this has AMAZING story potential, just imagine Wukong finding out one of his of friends killed Mac imagine what’d that do to him: constantly pondering on how he could’ve prevented it why was he so blind ect.

And on Macaque’s side we’ve got this eternal rival who he thought was his ally but instead was the knife in his back all along, that could be a great villain vs hero dynamic.

Even Azure would be tested if he found out, questioning the brotherhood’s integrity and if his actions are actually morally correct. Imagine the strain that would put of his and Peng’s relationship who are shown to be particularly close.

To me it just makes perfect sense for Peng to be the killer. So yah that’s my theory it was Peng all along.

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the-ghost-bracket · 9 months

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Gerard ‘Gerry’ Kaey propaganda:

"https://youtu.be/uPDx6do0zZ8"

"he only actually has a speaking role in one episode and literally all of the fandom is obsessed with him. leading up to his appearance you hear about all his exploits and his badassery and it’s like he’s haunting the narrative before we even know he’s dead. and then Jon finally burns his page in the Skin Book and releases his soul and we hardly hear from him again and it’s like he’s at last allowed to rest."

"his mom sucked his life fucking sucked. imagine being raised by an abusive pos who regularly performed dark magic involving eldritch fear gods. and even as an adult never being able to distance yourself from that life, the horrible supernatural clings to you like tar. and then you die to regular old cancer in a foreign country, alone. and your fucking boss binds your skin into a cursed necromancy book so you can't even get your well deserved rest, forcing you to stick around as a ghost. gerry deserved better"

"Sassy goth went from “then piss off” to “I always wanted my friends to call me Gerry” within one episode. Most competent character in the whole fandom aside from the evil-doers."

"This poor guy had a rough childhood, died pretty young, and then basically got his soul bound to a cursed book. He’s still sorta alive through the book, but in order to reach him he literally has to relive his death every time anyone wants to talk to him. Not good. Despite all this, the one time the main character got to talk to him he turned out to be a pretty nice guy who explained everything about the weird stuff happening in-universe he possibly could to Jon, in return for being set free from the book. He’s just a lonely kid who got done SO dirty in life (and death) but he did finally get to rest in peace."

"Described as an angry goth"

"(following is transcript from e111)

ARCHIVIST

You can’t be serious.

GERARD

I’m dead serious.

[GHOSTLY CHUCKLE]

(thats the funniest shit youve ever heard )"

"Gerry's literally the fucking coolest ever. In life he was a goth who burned evil books and tried so hard to have a good life even though he was neck deep in evil spooky shit. He says ""I'm dead serious"" when the protagonist is talking to him. He's so cool."

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xalicitie · 8 months

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Whispers — Spencer Reid (smut/fluff)

Scarlett is a young member of the BAU—contemplative, decisive and quietly cunning. Spencer Reid is a young agent as well, with a running mouth clogged with data and facts, and a clumsy charm. Over what starts as a little rumor, and a shameful dream, two agents realize there’s not as much keeping them from each other than it seems.

— This is an excerpt from a short story/fanfic I’ve been putting together for awhile. First of all: I’m alive! Yes, if anyone cares 🤩. I’m coming back with yet another fandom to write about, and it’s Criminal Minds. Tell me if u want part 2 of this (smut), or if I should release the first parts. Or maybe whatever else I should write abt😻

As soon as the marble tiles hit Spencer's feet, he knows something is up.

A moment of eye contact doesn't say anything near what it used to. Even just an hour ago, when their gazes would come together, Scarlett's warm eyes would fall curious, maybe lost. But when he's locked eyes with her, fifty feet away, her body sunken in the couch, he realizes something changed. By the way she isn't watching him, digging for answers yet quick to avert her gaze elsewhere, he can just tell. Someone said something.

It kills him. They're standing in the same room, but they're thoughts have roamed to a distance Spencer can't calculate anymore. He has no idea what's been told to her, to what degree she knows, what she thinks of him anymore?

More than anything, Spencer frankly just wants to talk to her again. He's come to the revelation, slowly, that this has come too far. It should've been their own thing, but by the heaviness of the eyes on him, he senses more people know than he'd ever warranted.

When they're waiting for hotel keys, Spencer watches the three women head upstairs to their own rooms. The team's rooms will be adjacent to each other, as they always are. Derek's on the couch, eyes shut with his headphones on, when Spencer decides he'll interrupt his leisure time.

"Derek."

Spencer comes over, shaking him to his wake.

Derek doesn't take it lightly. He jolts awake, even with as light as he was sleeping, and peers at Spencer through slitted eyes.

"What is it?" He asks, grumbling.

Spencer sits besides him, and Derek sees his panic. His hands are gesturing hastily before he can ever get a word out.

"Scarlett knows something. Did you tell someone, Derek?"

Spencer watches, wide-eyed.

He actually wasn't expecting that Derek had told anyone—he took it that maybe Emily had figured out. But, judging by the way Derek goes dead silent, still as a dead fly, he realizes he overestimated Derek's loud mouth.

"..You told Emily?!"

"Reid, I'm sorry, I-" He faces Spencer, flushed red in anger. "I'm sorry, kid."

"You had one thing to do!"

Rather boiling with hysteria and panic than anger, Spencer puts his hands to the sides of his face. He sinks into the seat beside Derek's.

Spencer's plunged in contemplation. He doesn't know exactly what she knows, but there's a chance Scarlett knows that Spencer had a sex dream of her. He, as involuntarily as he did, pictured her, bare and nude. She, his coworker. She, his best friend.

"Spencer, I shouldn't have done it."

Spencer holds his eyes back from rolling into their sockets. Of course he shouldn't have.

"She's probably disgusted."

Spencer sighs. Derek watches him, bummed to see Reid like this. Stressed and almost wretched.

"..Reid, I told you. She likes you for you, she understands."

"No, she thinks I'm a weirdo who pictured her naked—wait."

Spencer stops. Coming to a pensive pause, he faces Derek.

"Did Emily say anything about how she feels?"

Derek's brows come up, and he smirks a little, lips parting. "That's the part I didn't tell you."

Spencer comes up. His limbs animate and his brown eyes burnish, staring at Derek for an answer.

"Emily's convinced Scarlett has the exact same feelings for you."

Derek watches as Spencer comes to an amalgamation of hope and, at the same time, the exact doubt that's been plaguing him the whole day.

"Emily's convinced. But Scarlett didn't say so."

"Reid, you have to find out for yourself."

Pressing his lips, Spencer meets Derek's eyes.

"..Tonight?"

Silence permeates the space with them, and Derek wordlessly nods deliberately.

Despite everything, every instinct upraised and alert in wariness inside Spencer, he knows tonight can only work.

Yet, as soon as Spencer gets his keys, he's darting to his room and closing it shut, through the doorframe without a peek towards Scarlett's door.

He can do it another day, right? He couldn't physically bring himself to her door—there couldn't be a magnet on Earth that could pull him away from his hotel bed.

Spencer feels pathetic. But the idea of the look on her face, her soft features all ruined with disgust and judgement—he doesn't want to fathom it. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to take any steps now. He's pacing the rug, biting his lips nervously when he quickly grabs his book from his bag. Hitting the mattress and burying his face into the words, a poor yet sufficient antidote for his raucous mind. For now.

Word after word, he forgets. Tonight, he reads slow. Sucking every word in and shielding himself from his embarrassment.

It feels like he can do this all night. He decides he’ll read, and read—move onto the next book if he has to—until he sleeps, without the worry of the decision plaguing him.

But someone has something else in mind.

Spencer had no idea how much time has passed when someone knocks on his door.

The cool, night air is ghosting, and Spencer's staring at his door.

It could be Morgan. He might be standing with a waiting expression before Spencer's door, waiting to drag him towards Scarlett's door.

Or it could be Scarlett herself.

Spencer keeps sitting on his bed dumbly, up until another knock comes.

He's tempted to stay rooted to his bed. He feels like he is. But he feels whoever's outside waiting, and with a volition he doesn't understand, he's standing. Walking over to the door, and after a few moments, he's turning the knob slowly.

Opening the door, Spencer finds his heart pounding when he sees Scarlett in front of him.

Brown hair caressing her shoulders, brown eyes staring up at him. She came over.

"Spencer."

She announces. Greets. Nothing can describe the air between them right now.

Spencer gazes down at her. She hasn't been this close since the coffee incident earlier the morning. It startles him, but having her near reminds him of the ease she used to bring him.

If it were under any other circumstances right now, he might just be able to be comfortable with her again.

He dismisses his thoughts, and decides to actually reply. ..After several moments, that is.

"Scarlett."

He barely utters out.

He can't read her. She looks like she's here for something, but it's taking her awhile to get to the point. Her gaze is wandering and quick—it almost seems she's .. about as nervous as he is?

"-Can I come in?"

Spencer's lips part ever so slightly—the smallest tell that he's relieved.

No repulsed retort, no glower. She wants to come in?

Spencer's mouth hangs open before he realizes how stupid he probably looks, shutting his lips and nodding.

Eyes hesitant, but warm, she smiles at him. Spencer watches wordlessly as her lithe body slips past him, into his hotel room.

He closes his door silently. He's staring at her back. Her hair looks weightless. He hasn't liked having to keep his eyes off of her—every chance that came around, he took to sneak a little glance. She's always been so effortlessly beautiful.

So why is she in his room? If she knows absolutely anything, why is she not hiding from him, at several doors' distance?

"You're reading Stephen King?"

She turns and Spencer gulps in his nerves, licking his lips and shuffling towards her.

"Um, yeah." He offers. "Garcia recommended the book."

Scarlett flips through the pages of The Shining. Her caramel eyes graze over the words lightly.

"It's good?"

Spencer's watching her, and his heart pounds when she meets his gaze.

"Y—Yeah." Spencer kneads a hand through his hair. "It's interesting. I tried reading it slower, to enjoy it more, but .. I only have maybe 40 pages left."

Scarlett nods silently, turning the pages and leaving the room wordless.

Spencer's eyes are furrowed. She comes into his room and takes it upon herself to read his book? While he could watch her fifty million times, eyes sucked in and file through her features that were so pleasant to the eyes—her softly pink lips, her alabaster skin—he can't. Cause he's about to bubble over with curiosity, the curiosity of why she ended up with him despite the odd circumstances.

"Scarlett-"

He gulps when her gaze comes to his. "Um. Don't take this wrong, I just want to know. ..Why are you here?"

Her lips sit in silence. Spencer's fidgety, yet he can't keep his eyes off hers. He's searching the burnished color of her eyes for answers. While she's prone to go silent like this sometimes, there is just so much more tension in her quietness.

She diverts her eyes somewhere near the floor, and comes forward a bit. Spencer can feel himself struggling to keep up with the pace of his breathing.

"I'm here for a reason." She starts. She's not meeting his eyes fully, but there's a shift in her tone that makes her sound candid. She approaches, and Spencer finds the silence alarmingly deafening.

Then she locks their eyes.

"Spencer..did you have a sex dream about me?"

SHIT.

Spencer's immediately red. He opens his mouth for words to come out, but it turns out there's a void between his lips.

He feels like killing Derek. As he stutters and spits and glances around, mumbles coming out jumbled from his tongue, curses are spilling in his mind.

Nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. He doesn't bare to see the look on her face—he's so caught up trying to make a response that somehow suits his needs, he doesn't recognize the apparent calm in her countenance.

"Spencer, look I'm not mad about it."

Then Spencer stops.

All his attention is on Scarlett. It's her turn to halt into silence.

Maybe he's wrapped up in a delusion. But she looks rosy, put in a daze, as he does, too. It's an odd moment—they're both flustered. Staring at each other, Spencer has the feeling they're both, individually, trying to put together whether they want the same thing.

He's not sure at all. But she's come close, and he's praying she rejects him, before the urge to end this burdensome situation by bringing their lips together ends up becoming too much to bear.

"Scarlett, tell me what you want."

Her gaze is suddenly glued on Spencer's.

He's staring at her with an unfeigned curiosity. He leaves room for the possibility that he's got this completely wrong. But what he said is completely candid—he wants exactly what she wants.

If Scarlett wants to rush out the door in disgust, she can and will. If she wants to forget about all of this, sure. If her eyes are telling the truth, and the crave lacing her pupils isn't a daydream, he'll give her everything she needs.

Without a word, Scarlett brings her body to his, nearing his head with a hand and ending it with a kiss.

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rose-pearls · 8 months

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Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

Summary: 5 times Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky thought he would lose Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell + the one-time Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell lost Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (you can also find this on my Archive Of Our Own profile! I'll put the link below)

I am sorry for this but listening to Folklore and Evermore is dangerous for my writing!

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

He should take the shot; he could hear everyone telling him that he needed to, but he was trying to count the probabilities again and again. Even slider was telling him to do it, but he was doubting himself, the phone call with his father was still going through his mind.

“I’m going in.”, he hears Maverick says and he feels scared for a moment, moving his F-14 just a little but before he can say anything he hears Maverick swear.

“We got caught in their jet wash.”, he hears Goose say and he feels like someone just threw a bucket of ice over him.

“I’m losing control.”, he hears Maverick say over the comm and Tom feels scared for the first time in years. He knew deep down that he couldn’t do anything, not in such a situation but he was praying for the first time in his life that nothing would happen to them.

Maverick had put his whole world upside down when he met him at the O’club, a confident smirk with twinkling green eyes that made Tom fall for him immediately. He tried to tell himself that he was too dangerous but, in the end, he couldn’t stop himself, he falls for him every time more and more. Maverick was reckless and perhaps that is what scared Tom the most, what could happen to Maverick if he took it too far.

“Eject! Eject!”, he was trying not to break something with his strong grasp, but he couldn’t think of anything else then Goose and Maverick ejecting and being at risk.

“We need medical and search.”, Tom says, trying to calm his breathing and hide the nervousness that he was feeling.

He felt Slider’s hand on his shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath, he has never felt more scared in his life.

“Take your time Ice.”, he hears his WSO say, and he nods slowly, trying to keep his emotions at bay, blinking the tears away.

They make it back, slowly but they arrive just in time to see the rest of their class waiting for them with worried eyes.

“You couldn’t have done anything Ice.”, Hollywood says softly, and Ice tries to believe the words, but it was his jet wash that put them in danger.

“Gentlemen.”, Viper says as he arrives, he has a somber expression and Tom feels scared, this is it, this is when they tell him Maverick has died because of him.

“Unfortunately, Goose didn’t make it.”, Viper continues to talk but Tom can’t listen to the rest anymore, his ears are ringing, and his vision is getting blurry.

Goose.

He had just died and not Maverick. Tom couldn’t imagine the kind WSO dead, he was always bigger than the whole room, or even the sky. His honking laughter still seems to resonate through the halls of Top Gun and Tom tries to keep breathing.

He had killed Goose, he doesn’t think Carole or Maverick would ever forgive him for what he did, he doesn’t think he will ever be able to forgive himself.

Deep down, in the back of his mind he is glad that it wasn’t Maverick. That the man is safe, even if he will hate him for the rest of his life, at least he is alive.

They don’t have time to talk about it before their mission, but Tom yearns for the fiery pilot, to see his bright smile again and twinkling green eyes.

He is surrounded by six bogeys and for the second time in just a week he feels scared, he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation. Wolf and Hollywood had to eject, and Tom hadn’t been able to hide his sigh of relief when they were safe and not dead.

They were waiting for Maverick, hoping that the man would come to save them, and for a small moment he wondered if Maverick would decide to leave them. The man had seemed scared to get back in the air and for the first time in weeks Tom was scared that he couldn’t trust him.

But once again the pilot proved him wrong as he arrived a few seconds later, already taking out one bogey.

“Sharp left.”, Maverick tells him, and Tom does it without thinking, before barking an order as he sees one approaching Maverick.

They fight for a couple of minutes, where he can hear is heartbeat so loudly in his ears, he thinks he won’t be able to hear Maverick or Slider.

“Ice I need some back up.”, he had just gotten one of the bogeys and as he looks left, he sees one closing in on Maverick.

There is that old fear that creeps back up, scared that Maverick could be dead due to a bogey. But he doesn’t let his fear take the best of him and he quickly comes to save Maverick.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the other plane explode, reassured that Maverick is fine and that he had at least managed to do something good.

They weren’t done, not yet, but he knew that Maverick would always be safe with him in the air and that he would be safe along the other pilot.

Telling Maverick that they are wingman is simply the easiest thing Ice did, but getting to hold the shorter man in his arms was like coming home after a long day. The strong heartbeat against his chest makes him close his eyes for just a second before he needs to let him go.

And as he looks into the green eyes of his wingman, he knows that he would do anything for this man and that he wouldn’t be able to imagine a world were he isn’t there.

3 + 4.

The call comes in the middle of the night and at first Tom thinks it’s a joke but something in him tells him to go and answer it. He manages to get just in time to answer it, unsure of what to expect.

“Lieutenant Commander Kazansky?”, a female voice asks, and Tom feels himself straitening at the title.

“This is him.”, he can hear voices on the other side of the line, and he starts to worry, he had seen Slider just a few hours ago and he seemed fine.

“You are written down as Pete Mitchell’s emergency contact, mister Mitchell was in an accident.”, she doesn’t need to say more before he tells her he is on his way.

The roads are empty, everyone asleep, as he rides as fast as he can to get there in time. The worst-case scenarios are running through his mind, and he tries to calm down his breathing, but he isn’t able to. His heart is beating right out of his chest, and he grips the wheel with too much force.

The hospital comes into view, and he barely manages to correctly park his car before running toward the emergency room. There are nurses running everywhere and Tom tries to breath normally, but he can only focus on making sure that Pete was fine.

“Excuse me, I’m the emergency contact of Pete Mitchell.”, the nurse quickly looks at her computer before giving him the number of the room. He didn’t even have time to think about the fact that he was Pete’s emergency contact, but something makes his stomach erupt in butterflies at the thought.

The hallway is quieter than the entrance and he needs a few minutes to find the room but after a moment he finds it. He takes a deep breath before opening the door, scared of what he will find at the other side of the room.

Pete seems to be fast asleep as he enters it, and he can’t help but smile softly at the small snores that fill up the room. He doesn’t seem to have important injuries, there is a cut on his cheek and his arm seems to be wrapped up.

He crashes into a chair, finally feeling like he can breathe normally now that he knows that Pete is safe. It only takes him a couple of minutes before he falls asleep against the bed, the uncomfortable chair holding him up.

“Ice.”, he hears softly, and he groans, his back hurting along with his neck as he wakes up.

“Hey.”, he hears just a moment later and he opens his eyes to find green eyes, looking at him with a soft smile.

“Hey yourself, how are you feeling?”, he can’t help but ask, wanting to make sure that he is alright.

“Better now.”, he has a cheeky grin and Tom can’t help but smile at the response.

“What happened?”, the nurses hadn’t told him what had happened, or maybe they had but he just didn’t listen to them.

“Motorcycle accident, lost control of it in a sharp turn.”, Pete says quietly, and Tom lets out a sigh at the words.

“You need to be more careful.”, he whispers and Pete smiles brightly.

“I was wearing a helmet.”, he says proudly and Tom snorts in response.

“About time.”, the two smile at each other and as Tom looks at Pete, he can’t help but feel breathless at the sight of him, even in a hospital gown, he is so beautiful.

“What?”, Pete looks at him surprised and Tom realizes that he just said that out loud.

“You think I’m beautiful.”, he seems breathless at the words, a shy smile appearing, and Tom feels his heart beating harder against his chest.

“Don’t let it get to your head Mitchell.”, he says, trying to seem confident but he suddenly feels scared, to lose Maverick because he loves him.

He could’ve lost him in an accident but now he could lose him because of his feelings for him.

The man in question seems to be to stunned to speak, and Tom should enjoy this moment because usually Pete talks all the time but now he just feels more scared by the second.

“Well, I think that you are beautiful too.”, the man says suddenly, and Tom takes a moment to understand what he just told him.

“I have thought you were the most handsome guy I have ever met since we met at the O’club. I think I’ve had a crush since then.”, there is a shy smile on his lips, and he can see how scared Pete looks for a moment.

“Good thing I seem to be hopelessly in love with you too.”, a wide smile appears, and Tom feels breathless at the sight of it, directed at him.

It only takes a moment before Pete seems frustrated that he can’t come any closer to him before Tom takes matters into his own hands and sits on the bed. He just has a second to get seated before Pete gets a grip on his shirt and brings him into a passionate kiss, making him smile against his lips.

“Eager much?”, he whispers teasingly, breathless from the kiss and his lips tingle from the kiss.

“Shut up.”, Pete says, and a blush appears, but before Tom can enjoy the sight of it, he is dragged back into a kiss.

Even years later, receiving a phone call about Maverick was still frightening but throughout the years his husband calmed down, or at least a little bit. At first it was to be able to be near Bradley, as the boy had come to live with them and after the fallout it was to stay close to him when his cancer came. It had disappeared for a bit, and it gave Maverick the opportunity to do the Darkstar project.

A message comes in and he sees that it is Hondo, which was weird as the man only did that to keep him updated about Pete. The moment he reads the text, he freezes.

‘Maverick tried to push the Darkstar further but it exploded, currently missing.’

His hands shake as he reads the text over and over again but his phone rings and as he picks it up, he sees a name that makes him groan. Cain.

“Admiral Cain, how can I help you?”, it doesn’t take long for him to explain to him the whole situation, but Hondo had already explained it and Ice had an idea.

“I understand, however I do need Captain Mitchell for one last thing. There is no one else I would trust to handle this.”, he can hear Cain grumbling unhappily but he simply sits back in his chair, trying not to think of his missing husband.

“Would you like to say anything Admiral?”, it’s a rhetorical question, Cain knows it as well and a few seconds later the pain in the ass tells him that he needs to go.

He wants to go and find Pete himself, but he knows that he won’t be able to, the only thing he can do is sit here and hope that he hasn’t lost his husband.

The file in front of him makes him sigh, mostly the first picture of a certain Bradshaw. It’s a risky mission but he knows that Maverick is the only one crazy enough to be able to do this.

He can only hope that he will be there to see them come home.

Just as he finishes his email to Cain with the information for Maverick his phone buzzes and he tries not to jump on it.

‘We found him, broken ribs but otherwise fine. He is asking for you.’

He can’t help but sigh in relief, after an hour of imagining the worst-case scenarios, he lets himself close his eyes for a few minutes.

Maverick was a menace, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, he loved him far too much to lose him.

The words of Bradley are followed by a long silence, filled with tension and anger. Maverick tries to get himself to say something, but he isn��t able to, Bradley is still looking at him with fiery eyes, filled with anger. He thinks he has found something to say but a throat clears behind him, and he turns to find Warlock looking at him with sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Maverick.”, the words are quiet, and Maverick stops breathing for a moment.

“Wh- what do you mean?”, he asks, trying to think of what could’ve happened. Tom had been getting better, he was fine when he left this morning.

“He collapsed on base, they couldn’t save him.”, Warlock seems pained to say the words, but Maverick doesn’t pay attention to it, the only thing he feels is pain.

He staggers back, like someone has punched him, and falls back against a cabinet, sliding down on the ground. He tries to tell himself that it isn’t true, that Tom is just at home and that he will be there cuddling with their cat F-14.

But his phone rings and he sees Slider’s picture appearing through the tears that are coming up.

“Tell me they are lying.”, there is a silence after his harsh words, and he feels a sob coming up.

“Please Slider, please. I can’t lose him too.”, he barely registers that Rooster has also fallen on the ground, looking like he has seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry Mav, they asked me to go and confirm if it was him at the hospital.”, Maverick lets out a sob at the words, the simple thought of Slider having to do that makes him sick.

“He was fine this morning, he was there and now he – he is”, he can’t even utter the words and he hears Slider letting out a sob.

“I’m sorry Mav, I’m so sorry.”, Maverick can’t stop sobbing, holding onto the phone like a lifeline.

“I don’t know what to do without him, he was my whole life. I can’t do this without him.”, he sees Rooster looking at him with tears falling down his cheeks and Maverick takes him into his arms, trying to reassure him as they both break apart.

“I know it’s hard, but you know how Tom is – was. He would have wanted you to continue with your life and enjoy it.”, Slider croaks and Pete can hear the pain in his voice.

“Then he should’ve stayed with me.”, he knows it’s unfair to say that he knows that Tom would’ve wanted nothing more than stay with him but in that moment, he needed his husband, his wingman, his best friend.

Slider tells him that he is coming to pick him up and he continues holding onto a sobbing Rooster, tears falling onto his own cheeks.

“I – I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to him sooner.”, the words are shaky, and Pete holds him tighter, he wants to tell him that he is right and that he should have but he only holds him.

“He loved you so much baby Goose, never forget that.”, they hold each other until Slider comes in, bloodshot eyes and it only takes him a second to join them on the floor and hugging them.

He was never ready to lose Tom, he always thought he would be the one to go first and that way he wouldn’t have to know a life without Tom. But life was unfair, and as the memories come back from all of their years together Pete can only hold his only family that is left, forever feeling like a piece of him is missing.

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imtooscaredforthis · 11 months

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty: Cat & Mouse

Mentions of: Murder, Stalking, Paranoia, Manipulation, Stabbing, Blood, Fighting, etc.

A/N: A pretty heated chapter..Enjoy!!

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @stwbwwwychan @the-fandoms-georgie @moonshineinasippycup

“Hey Jed? What are these?” You asked, pulling out a file from a box with information on Ghostface. It was something he had been collecting for awhile, for writing and for you to learn more about him.

He looked over your shoulder at what you had in hand, leaning in close. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, and it made you dizzy. “Oh, these? They’re copies of police reports about his previous victims. Just a warning, they can get pretty gorey, and a good amount of information is blocked out due to confidentiality.”

You pulled them out, and placed them on your desk, going through the different reports. You grabbed a notepad to take notes.

The first thing you wrote down was the dates. Each murder was at least two weeks apart. While he mostly went for single victims, he would occasionally go for more..two, three, sometimes even four. But those murders had more of a time gap between them, which makes sense. He would need more time for planning.

As you continued flipping through the files, you found a sticky note on one of them. Some victims report seeing a hooded figure following them…Stalking??

That made your heart drop as you remembered your possessions being moved around your apartment and stolen, and the phone call you received from him. It was all him.

A shiver went down your spine as you realized..He was following you..stalking you for god knows how long. How could you not see it? You always thought you paid attention, always thought you were aware, but you missed it. Was he still following you now? Watching, waiting for the perfect time to strike? You felt like you were going to be sick.

Are you his next victim?

Panic surged through you, as you thought back to that fateful night and you realized..You were different. He had called you, spoken to you, unlike his other victims, and he spared you, and seemed to intend on keeping you alive…wanting to speak to you again.

He was playing a cat and mouse game with you, and he was going to keep you alive for as long as you entertained him.

“Are you alright over there? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Jed asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I’m fine, thanks. I was just reading and I got a little lost in my head, I guess.” You admitted. He put a gentle hand over yours. “You don’t have to read these, and you don’t have to do this. If it’s too much, just let me know.”

You would typically be flustered by his caring actions, but you were too focused to care. “Thanks, Jed, but I’m good. I can do this.”

You’d play his game, but you weren’t going to be the mouse. He was.

–

That evening, you went to one of his victims home’s, armed with a taser you had bought a week after the murders you witnessed, and a camera. It was in a safe upper middle class suburban community, which Ghostface had infiltrated with ease. He had murdered a family of four. The house was condemned, and no one stepped foot inside ever since.

Well, until now. You stared at the rather large house in front of you, taking a deep shaky breath, before pulling off the wood panels blocking the door, and stepping inside.

It was a rather nice home, besides the dust, the stench of bleach, and lack of furniture. You read that it was designed by the patriarch and father, Paul. You shut the door behind you, walking through the entryway, before pausing.

You meandered to the kitchen, spotting an old blood stain on the tiled floor. You raised your camera, taking a picture. That was where the daughter, May, had her throat slit.

Orange light shone through the boarded up windows from the sunset outside. You went through some cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, not finding anything. During your search, you pushed against something, causing a loud, creaking, making your heart practically leap out of your chest.

You jumped, swearing under your breath, before realizing it was just the basement door. You slowly went down, the area becoming darker with each step you took. Thankfully, you managed to find the string to a light bulb, pulling it and illuminating the room.

There was a space where the washer/dryer was, and another blood stain, from the mother’s death. She had been stabbed in the back, and three times in the chest.

Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound, the lightbulb exploding. You jumped, throwing your camera. You moved your hand around the dark, searching for it, before you felt something touch you.

“Fuck this.” You muttered under your breath, taking off up the stairs, slamming the door shut. After a moment or two, you opened the door again, seeing if there was anything waiting for you at the bottom of the steps. There was nothing there. You let out a sigh of relief.

Okay, I’m losing it. I need to stay calm and focus. Figure out what’s going through his head. What’s he thinking about? What’s he plotting?

“Looking for something?” A voice asked from behind you…A voice that you could never forget…A voice that haunts your dreams. You spun around on your heels, spotting Ghostface standing before you. “Surprise.”

Fuck. You turned to run, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you backward. You struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. He shoved you to the ground, your head knocking against the floor.

You groaned in pain, your head throbbing and feeling dizzy and disoriented from the fall. He circled you like a shark in water, his boots making the floorboards creak.

“So, you decided to play detective, huh? How cute. You should know it’s dangerous to snoop around..especially when there’s a killer roaming the streets.” He knelt down above you, while you reached for the taser in your pocket.

You flicked it on, and swung at him, but he slashed at your arm with his knife, cutting you and making you drop the device and yelp in pain. He tsked, flicking it off. “You seriously thought this was going to stop me? Silly girl…You should behave yourself.”

“Fuck you, you sadistic shithead!” You snapped, punching him across the face with your good hand. You hit him hard. So hard that his mask had shifted to the other side of his face, and blood dropped onto the floor.

He wiped the blood from the cloth of his mask, staying eerily quiet and still. You got to your feet, springing up and running to the door. Just before you could open it, he grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head and slamming you up against a wall.

“Little fucking bitch. You’re going to pay for that.” He bashed your head against the wall a couple more times, before wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing, his knife pressing against your chest, just inches away from your heart.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with already.” You said, your voice raspy from the lack of oxygen. That only got him to press down harder. “You stupid whore, don’t you want to live?”

“I’d rather die— f-fighting than live— and listen to you.” You spoke between wheezes. He strangled you harder, to the point where you felt like you were going to pass out, but just before he could, he let you go, pressing his mask to your ear.

“You’ll die when I want you to.” He hissed, before his voice turned back to it’s typical condescending and playful tone. “For now, you can keep it up with your little investigation. It’s quite entertaining, actually. Who knows, maybe you’ll crack the case. But if I were you, I would focus on who I’m going to kill next. Hopefully, it’s not your little friend.”

“No- don’t-” Before she could speak anymore, he put a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Be a good girl, and don’t break my rules, and I’ll find someone else. Now, run along, and take care of that arm. You don’t want it getting infected. Get some ice for your head too. See you around, doll.”

And with that, he let you go, shoving you out the front door.

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