#It took too long to stop the attack and I still felt so bad after

[uplatterme]

Hidden Urges

cw: pre-memories!wanderer, sub!wanderer, dom!reader, gender-neutral terms and pronouns but reader has a cock, jacking off, hurt/comfort (my bad), overstimulation, crying, REALLY SOFT

a/n: probably one of the best fics ive ever written ngl. might write a part two with post-memories!wanderer if y’all want it.

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You thought you had been daydreaming at first.

You stood outside the porch of your house and were met with a man who stood in the rain looking unbothered by the whole thing. He was just there, staring into nothingness despite some parts of his clothes getting wet by the second.

You bit your cheek, walking up to him and taking his wrist with your hand.

“Come in? I have supper ready.”

It took him a while to register but he eventually agreed with your persistence.

He introduced himself as a wanderer, he said, “I’ll be out when the rain stops.”

To which you replied, “Take as long as you need.”

You gave him some spare clothes which fit on him loosely as you hung the kimono to dry inside the house. 

He was…a very pretty man. 

You served him a bowl of porridge that he refused multiple times, saying that you should just eat it instead, that you need it more than him. 

It sounded silly seeing as how thin the wanderer was.

“So, who are you really? Besides being a wanderer, I mean.”

Your question seemed to be something that he even himself couldn’t answer. He made that same face that he wore when he was in the rain, deep in thought, possibly contemplating everything that he had gone through.

After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to finally say something, only to be shut up with a spoonful of warm porridge inside his mouth.

You smiled, seeing him swallow the food even if you had to do it forcefully.

“How is it?” You asked.

“It’s good.” He answered, still stunned at how you had just spoonfed him.

“Yeah? Well, there’s more. Dig in.” 

He reluctantly took the bowl in his hands, eating the food that you had generously given to him. You were so persuasive. He wondered if you realized that you had that effect on people.

You ate with him, telling stories of your own as you worried that you had scared him off from asking too much about himself.

A thought lingered in your head as you led him to a spare room before going back to your bedroom alone.

Why was it that he never shivered under the rain?

The rain didn’t let up for days. A storm had manifested instead, meaning any kind of travel would have to be suspended.

Wanderer felt that he was intruding so much already, he could go anytime he wanted to but leaving you alone didn’t seem right.

“Are you alright?” Your hand was on his forehead, checking his temperature.

You had somehow managed to sneak up on him again, he marveled at that fact, questioning whether if you purposely did it when he was busy thinking about something.

He tensed up when you removed your hand from his skin, eager to have more of your touch.

He cursed himself in his head. That had been happening a lot lately, a growing urge inside of him that didn’t want to leave and let go of you once the rain ended.

But that’s exactly why he needed to leave, he couldn’t get too attached.

He stayed in the spare room you had given him and each time he was alone, all these questions kept attacking his head.

Was he supposed to feel this way? Should a puppet such as him have these kinds of emotions?

The longer he stayed here, the longer he felt that he wished the rain wouldn’t stop.

Everything smelt like you. The blankets, the clothes, and eventually, even him.

He stared at the problem at the center of his legs. This too, had been bothering him.

It often happened when he thought about you, or whenever you touched him for too long.

He bit his lip, careful to not let any sound slip. Although these days, he wanted you to hear. To find him like this, all sensitive and spread out just to see your reaction.

Would you have shamed him and kicked him out of the house for this? Or, would you have praised him, telling him how much of a good job he was making?

His hand gripped his cock, imagining that it was you doing this to him. He sang your name softly, fingers now traveling to his tip, using the white liquid that had oozed out as a lubricant.

He continued pumping himself underneath the blankets, smelling your scent and bringing him into a high. His legs trembled with each stroke, knowing that he’ll make a mess once again on the bed that you’d kindly given to him.

“S-Sorry… I can’t help it—” He chanted apologies and came into his hand, his cum splattering to his thighs. 

He needed to leave as soon as possible.

Unbeknownst to your guest, you too, were having a problem.

Your lip has been bruising with how many times you’ve been biting it.

You’re appreciative that you have a pretty temporary roommate like him, but he’d been driving you insane.

Like right now.

He’d been helping you out with dinners lately but with him being inexperienced, he tended to do things in a very questionable way. 

For example, having cream splatter directly on his cheek while he whipped a batch. Or, bending his body against the counter to reach the spatula that’s on the other side instead of just asking for it.

It had your mind going through things that it shouldn’t. Such as imagining the said guest on top of you, taking you in as he tries his best to please you, asking you whether he’s doing it right. And worse, that’s probably the tamest thing you could think of right now, the others you’ve daydreamed about are ten times worse.

Has his shorts ever been that short?

You didn’t want to take advantage of him, seeing as he would do whatever you asked no matter how weird they may be. 

You tried it once, asking him to fetch three blades of grass from the backyard and what do you know, he actually did it.

He seemed to think that he owed you, which isn’t really the case since you just wanted to help out.

What you wouldn’t give to see him gasping your name though.

“Hey, I never really asked this but would you like me to call you something?” You asked.

“Huh?” 

“Ah, well. I understand not telling me your real name but uh, I’d like to call you something like a nickname.”

“It’s up to you. I’d be fine with anything you give.”

You bit your lip again. He’s so sweet!

That being said, you didn’t know what you should call him. Wanderer, huh? Honey is a bit too much, Darling is too domestic, Sweetie seemed like you were pampering him…

Why were these nicknames all sounding like pet names for a lover?

“You said anything, right?” You reconfirmed.

He nodded.

“How about Doll, then?”

He stilled, a deep breath leaving his mouth. He seemed agitated. 

Did he not like it?

“I–Yes. That’s fine. Excuse me, I just have to get something in my room.”

He left before you could even apologize (for what?) or say a word.

That day, the rain stopped and you stopped seeing the wanderer ever since.

You tried to get it off your mind, spending time on your work or reading. 

It didn’t help. He’d disappeared and if it weren’t for your bruised lips, you’d think the whole thing was a long dream that you’d just woken out of.

You laid your back on the doorframe of his room. It wasn’t a guest room anymore, it was his now. Even if he’d never come back.

Wanderer walked and walked, trying to distract himself from you. 

The nickname hurt him and he didn’t know why. Was it because he was a puppet? He’d always been content with being one and if you had asked, he’d trusted you enough to the point that he’d tell you the truth.

Was there something he was forgetting? Something that he forgot which made him feel this hurt?

He stood outside of your house, his head leaning on the door, hand on the doorknob, when he heard a sultry voice talking.

Next, came the moaning and gasping. You were with someone else.

Get rid of them, they don’t deserve your touches. That should be for him, for his only.

His head ached.

He turned the knob slowly, walking towards your bedroom but stopped halfway through when he realized that you weren’t there.

You were in his room.

He sank to the floor, sitting there while he listened in.

“You seem aggressive.” The other voice said.

“Stop. Stop talking. Just lay there.” You replied.

“Really? How long is this going to last? All you’ve done is mark my neck and chest.”

Jealousy was all through his veins. Perhaps if he had never left, that could have been him in that bed instead of some random person.

He could hear you sigh disappointedly. 

“You won’t even kiss me on the lips. You haven’t stripped out of your clothes and it’s been an hour! I know I shouldn’t complain since I’m getting paid here but come on.”

“God, could you shut up?!” You yelled angrily.

Your voice brought shivers to the puppet. You had never gotten mad at him no matter what. Not when he broke the dishes while washing them, not when he accidentally messed up a recipe, not when he spaced out and stopped listening to your stories.

“I didn’t mean it. Doll, I—”

Silence filled the entire house. Not a word from you or the other person. Not a single breath out of the wanderer.

“Shit, I keep—” You stuttered with your words. 

“Can you just get out? Take the money with you.”

The person left without even noticing him to their left, in a hurry and understandably annoyed.

You didn’t think you’d get so desperate, hiring a person who could play his part. 

You thought you could get through it, maybe a fuck was something you needed to get it out of your system. You knew it wouldn’t work but you eventually gave in to your desires.

A shadowy figure loomed into your vision.

“I told you to get out.” 

“Are you alright?”

You brought your head up to see the wanderer looking at you with worry. Were you dreaming?

You stood up with shaking legs, running towards him to envelop him in a hug.

“You’re back.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

You frowned at him, why was he apologizing?

“What? I should be the one saying sorry, I brought someone else home and called you something you didn’t like.”

“Yes, but I overreacted.” He replied.

“It did trigger you, didn’t it?”

He nodded, overwhelmed with your warmth due to being out for so long.

“Yes. But I… don’t know why.” He said with his eyes on the ground, troubled.

“I see. We’ll figure it out.” You reassured him.

“We?” He said, surprised.

“Yes.”

You crashed your lips onto his, something that you’d thought of more than you should. Your hands were on his back while you pressed his body against yours tightly.

The sudden act brought the puppet flustered to a whole new level. 

“Can I ask something?” He said, gasping for air as he separated from you.

“Hm?”

“Can you mark me like what you did with that person earlier?”

“Anything for you, love.”

The wanderer felt as if there were tons of butterflies fluttering away in his stomach. Love? 

Him? Really?

His face is pressed onto the pillows, his ass up for you, as your finger slips inside of his hole so smoothly that you’d think this isn’t the first time that he’s doing it with someone else.

He moaned loudly, fingers gripping the sheets and cum dripping onto them.

He still could feel the bruising on his chest all the way to his neck, there was more and deeper than what you did to your invited guest earlier, obviously wanting to prove to him that it’d never happen again, that it would only be him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Each day with you drove me positively insane.” You told him.

He cried your name, feeling another finger penetrating his walls.

“M-Me too. I’ve thought about it a bunch of times.”

You hummed pleased, removing the fingers that let out a whine from his throat. 

You flipped him over, wanting to see his perfect face, and spread his thighs away from each other.

“Can you show me? Can you show me what you do while you think about it?”

He nodded, red coloring his cheeks.

He took his right hand and started from the base of his cock, stroking it but not all the way through, leaving his own tip unsatisfied. The whole scene already had him trembling, he wanted to look away from your eyes but at the same time, he was relishing from the attention.

“Hnn—Ah~” He breathed out your name, continuing to fuck himself with his hand.

“How many times have you done this?” You questioned.

It took him a while to answer, his head mostly focusing on only the pleasure and ignoring everything else.

“A-A lot. I clean the sheets before you wake up so you don’t notice.”

“Ah, such a good boy, aren’t you?”

He whimpered from the praise, a spray of his cum coming out hastily.

“That won’t do, though. I’m kicking you out of this room.” You said, giving his thigh a pinch, his cock twitching for release.

“You’re staying in my room now. If you want to jack off, you’ll be doing it in front of me just like this…Or, there’s always the other option.” 

“W-What?” 

“You could always ask me to help you out.”

He sobbed out a pathetic noise as he finally reached his orgasm. The bed sheets were already ruined and you haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.

His attention is brought back once he heard you unbuckle his belt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my cock, the same number of times you orgasmed in here alone.”

“Okay.” He answered, awaiting what it would be like to finally have you inside of him.

Wanderer choked on his own breath when you first penetrated him, it was much different from your fingers. He felt so full of you, each time you thrust in and out of him had his toes curling from pleasure.

He continued whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks while you held onto his slim waist, pumping him of your length.

His first orgasm from your cock is abrupt, too quick for even him to register it as you didn’t even stop, continuing to pound even deeper and rougher. His cock limped as it juiced out his cum.

It didn’t last long as with one specific hit to his prostate, Wanderer squeaked out an embarrassing noise, his cock hard once again.

“I’m going to ruin you, love.”

“Please do—Hah~”

His body felt lifeless, thighs too tired to even shake even if they wanted to. Your hands doing all the work, whether to switch his position, or make him face you as you fucked him just to see the faces that he would make, high on the pleasure.

Perhaps it was due to his anatomy that it wasn’t hurting, though he supposed that didn’t sound too bad either.

He blushed from his own thoughts, they had been bothering him since earlier. Where were these coming from?

“Do you need me to stop?” You asked him.

“No, keep going.”

His legs were in the air, carried by you, pushing even deeper into him despite that sounding impossible. 

Wanderer teared up again feeling his next orgasm coming, he didn’t even know if he’d be able to cum, already milked out dry.

“Hnghh!” He whined out, proven wrong when you used your other hand, palming his tip.

He came for the last time, exhausted and empty as you pulled out. 

“Should we take a bath together?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go there.” He panted, laughing at his situation.

He was covered with his own excretions and yet he looked just as lovely.

“Nonsense! I’ll carry you!”

“Alright then, love.” He returned the nickname, tugging at your heart and bringing you to a smile.

You two did spend more time in the bath than you expected though.

Oops.

#sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dom reader #dom!reader #sub!wanderer #sub wanderer #sub!scaramouche #sub scaramouche #scramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #plattered writings

[gingiesworld]

Window Cleaner

MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Requested by @louxbloom

Warnings: Masterbation. Smut. Amab! Reader.

18+ MINORS DNI

Since the divorce was finalised, Wanda had found herself in a bit of a dry spell. Even now that the residential area has now got a new window cleaner and Wanda can't seem to get them off of her mind.

"You need to get fucked so bad Wanda." Nat teased her as Wanda could only nod with her face in her hands.

"I do." Wanda agreed. "The last time I had sex was before the divorce and I would say I would love for them to be my first after the divorce."

"Well, I think you need a plan." Nat told her. "They always come around when the boys are with Vision right."

"So should I invite them in for some lemonade?" Wanda queried as Nat chuckled.

"No, that's a little too Miss Vanilla." Nat told her. "Your house is the last one so maybe you leave your bedroom window and curtains open." She smirked as Wanda looked at her confused. "You still have that little egg I got you as a gag gift?" Wanda only nodded. "Use it when they are outside of your bedroom." That was all Nat told her, leaving the rest of it to Wanda's imagination.

As the weekend rolled around, Wanda was just pacing her room in just her robe. The vibrating egg was sat on her bed as she took a shaky breath. Looking out of the window and seeing that Y/N was only one house away, she decided to disrobe and lay spread on the bed, facing the window. The egg vibrating in her hand as she took another shaky breath before she applied the small device to her clit.

"Oh." She gasped at the feeling, using a toy was new to her and she couldn't deny how much she was enjoying it. Even as Y/N had started to clean the Maximoff's windows on the lower level, Wanda started to use her fingers too. Thrusting them in and out at a steady pace as she kept the egg in place.

As she was reaching her climax, her moans and sighs were as loud as Harkness singing old Shania Twain songs. Y/N almost fell from their ladder at the sight before them. Wanda's chest, her perfect breasts laid out for them to see and her suckable nipples on view for them as she fucked herself.

"Oh Y/N!" Wanda screamed as she came, Y/N had to grip onto the window to remain on the ladders as Wanda's eyes slowly opened and met Y/N's wide eyes. Taking her own fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean. Y/N felt their pants tighten as their cock hardened at the sight before Wanda gestured for them to come inside.

Nervously they clambored through the window, clumsily falling on their face with a grown which Wanda had forgotten her seductive technique as she rushed to their side.

"Are you ok?" She asked them as she helped them to their feet.

"Yeah." They whispered before their eyes remained on her breasts. "But right now I think I may have a heart attack."

"Oh right." Wanda went to put her robe back on but Y/N had stopped her. "What?"

"What is your plan Ms Maximoff?" They questioned as Wanda bit her lip seductively.

"I want you to fuck me." She whispered in their ear as they groaned at her words, a new wave of arousal escaping her as she felt their hardened cock against her stomach. "I have wanted it since the first time you cleaned our windows and I haven't had anyone use me for so long." She whispered as she reached for their hand and placing it on her breast. The two gasped at the feeling as Y/N squeezed it harshly.

"So you want me to fuck you until you can't walk." They stated as they brought their other hand to her ass. Over the years, Wanda wasn't the slim figure she used to be before she had the twins, but the curves and the stretch marks are what made her much more sexy to Y/N. Squeezing harshly, Wanda let out a moan as Y/N soon started to kiss her neck. "You are so sexy Wanda." They husked as she shook her head in denial. "I bet you would look even more sexier with my babies growing inside of you. The perfect mommy."

Wanda couldn't hold herself back as she lunged forth and kissed their lips harshly. Her hands tugging on their clothes as she removed them from their body. Once she had finally got them unclothed, they lay her down gently on the bed, completely disregarding their own dominance from before.

"Do you know that I really really like you." They told her as she giggled lightly.

"Perfect timing." She teased as they smirked.

"Perfect timing as any." They whispered as they leaned forward to kiss her once more.

"Just so you know, I really like you too." She told them before she pulled them back in, gasping as they inserted their length into her entrance, the two moaning at the sensation as Y/N started to thrust slow and gentle. Caressing the skin on Wanda's thigh as they wrapped it around their waist. Wanda gazed into their eyes as their movements were gentle and caring, practically loving which was all new to her.

Her arms moved around their shoulders as she pulled them closer to her. Their bodies molding as one as Y/N increased their speed and changed the angle of their hips.

"Oh!" Wanda moaned lewdly as they brushed against her g spot, making her go wild. The sound only spurred Y/N on as they gripped her hip harshly as they continued to thrust harder and faster. The knot in Wanda's stomach was about to snap.

"Hold the egg." They told her as they held her leg up. "Hold it against your clit." They spoke in a more authoritive tone. "And do not move it unless I say." She submitted to them as she done as she was told. Y/N railed her as she kept the egg in place, overstimulated as she squirted, her eyes rolling back to her head as her legs clenched and twitched around them as she continued to squirt as Y/N soon filled her up. Once they had calmed down, they moved Wanda's hand which held the egg away from her before they brushed the hair from her face. "You are beautiful." They whispered sincerely as they gazed into her eyes before kissing her tenderly, the butterflies going wild in her stomach as they kissed her before they pulled away completely and stood up. "Is this your bathroom?" They questioned as Wanda nodded, watching as they disappeared through the door and started to run her a bath just as a text came through her phone.

Nat: Sounds like they knew what they were doing. Send them over my way next.

Wanda: Fuck you Nat. They're mine.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 - synopsis: being gangbang by Beelzebub and his clone inspired by Attack the king card

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + Dom!Beelzebub + Gangbang + Clone sex + rough sex + double penetration + dubcon(?) + overestimated + public sex + creampies + bites/hickes all over your body + bulge

a/n: I apologize if it so bad!! I was in the rush, but thanks to the person i've talked with share the ideas :3🫶

"Your moans are my favourite sound."

“I could make you feel better.”

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

"Can you feel how my body is reacting to you?"

You don't know how long that they had been destroying your holes. There's two Beelzebub penetrating your pussy and hole in a fast pace and your hand rubbing the other Beelzebub's dick. You look like a mess. You are filled with sweats and cums and juice. Your clothes were taken off, but your panties were torn apart due to Beelzebub being impatient, stripping your clothes.

"Aaah, ngh, you're so tight...!" Beelzebub in front of you thrusting your insides.

"Aah! Nngh! Mm!! Aah!! Aaah!" You moan feeling hot already. You could see Beelzebub's dick bulging your tummy. It's so big... you already feel so full. Your eyelids were getting heavier, but you couldn't afford to fell asleep yet.

Hearing the loud wet slaps noises in the busy clubs. Everyone is getting high, drunk, having sex in front of everyone. You felt the third Beelzebub grabs your face as he pulls in for a tongue kiss. You continue to rub your hand on his dick, pressuring him.

Beelzebub from behind you playing with your nipples as he continues to pound you from behind. He growls in your ears while pounding your hole. "Fuck, you're taking me really well, heh." You couldn't respond as the third Beelzebub is kissing you. His fingers is digging into your flustered cheeks. You let out a loud groan as your eyes rolls back of your skull.

“Oh, I love that sound you make.” Beelzebub in front you, laughs while he held your thighs tighter while thrusting ferociously in your pussy. You felt crowded as Beelzebub's clone is eating you alive. You're so cute and sexy in front of them. Completely covered in their sweats and semen. You felt Beelzebub from behind push your abdomen while Beelzebub is in front of you thrust his penis inside you. You let out a squeal and a loud cries while he laughs at you from behind.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” He whispered from behind. His dick is still inside your hole. You felt like they're gonna stretch you. It's hurt, but it's feels so good! You never want them to stop.

"Aah!! Ah! Mm!!" You already came... how many times? You don't remember. You felt so full. Your jaw was so sore after sucking third Beelzebub's large dick when he slaps it in front of your face. He just wants some fun. Your mouth was so warm...

They prefer hearing your moans and cries while they're fucking you. They indeed take turns in different positions to fuck your pussy and hole and doing a blowjob or handjob. You switched positions as Beelzebub third is taking over your pussy as he laid on the floor and the second Beelzebub took over your behind and the first Beelzebub grabbing your hair as he thrust his large dick into your mouth. You don't even know which is the real Beel or could tell which positions that they had took.

"I will give that mouth something to do." Beelzebub in front of you groans as he bit his bottom lips. Your throat is so warm... too bad that he has to destroy you.

They're all look the same to you. The third Beelzebub grabbing your hips as he slams your body deep as the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. Your eyes widen as your mouth vibrant while Beelzebub's dick is still in your throat as he let out a sultry groan.

"Oh, you like that?" Beelzebub underneath you, chuckles as he continues to grind you.

"Oh I can do this all night long." Beelzebub from behind as he pounds deep into your hole as he slaps your ass.

Of course the night doesn't end. You continue to gag and cry as they kept fucking you in a new position. Your body aches as you are covered in head to toe with bites marks. You don't even know who, beside Beelzebub.

"Who knew that you're hiding such a dirty mind."

"Our bodies fit so well together."

You were about to reach your climax. Hands are all over you. Beelzebub's hands is much larger than you as they grope your body. You don't enough energy to move or foucs anymore. How much energy does he have...?

"I-I'm coming! Fuck! You're so tight!"

"Aah! Shit! You're taking us really good!"

All of the Beelzebubs are reaching their climax and you too. They even gone a faster pace, literally destroying you and tearing you apart. Your jaw is so sore as Beelzebub wouldn't let you breathe for a second!

"Mmh! Mmn! Mmm!" Gagging into Beelzebub's dick as he thrust his hips in your mouth. Your body is trembling badly, but it feels so good!

Beelzebub took his dick out of your throat as he releases his semen onto your face as the white milky liquid spills into your mouth as you stick your tongue out to taste his cum.

Your body shivers as you feel your tummy is filled with others Beelzebub's semen. You couldn't help as you let out a shiver orgasm. You all came at the same time. You feel messy as you are covered head to toe with Beelzebub's liquidity semen. You fell on top of Beelzebub that was underneath you as his hands spreads your ass cheeks to show off "their" meals.

Liquids semen are dripping from your thighs on the dirty floor. You couldn't move anymore as you laid on top of him, tired and exhausted and filled.

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

"One more round? Don't fall asleep with us~"

Your eyelids feels heavy as you laid on top of his chest, panting heavily.

" One more round? "

#✧.*kiit write #whb #what in hell is bad #what the hell is bad #what the “hell” is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #what the hell is bad smut #whb beelzebub #whb beel #whb beelzebub x reader #whb beelzebub x mc #what the hell is bad beelzebub #what the hell is bad beelzebub x reader #what the “hell” is bad beelzebub #what the “hell” is bad beelzebub x readers #whb smut

[sivyera]

Heyy do you accept requests? If you're taking requests can you write Paul Lahote and the imprint female reader? They have been together for a long time and are even thinking of getting married. But one day, while returning from work, the reader is attacked by a vampire and is forced to turn into a vampire... thanks in advance if you write. I love your works~

hope you like it!

undying love

paul lahote x fem!reader (later x vampire!reader)

song - Everlong by Foo Fighters

a/n: e/y = eye color (your eye color btw), Paul's nickname for you is 'dollface'

༺☆༻

Paul thought nothing could surprise him.

He though that after James was killed, it will get better, but oh how he was wrong...

He's running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was... you.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You were on your way from work with your noon coffee you always bought in the coffee shop near your work. You got into your car and started driving home with your favourite song playing in the background.

As you were drinking your coffee while driving, you were thinking about the love of your life, Paul.

It was still pretty new to you, I mean that vampires and werewolves existed- sorry shape-shifters how Paul always corrected you. For you he was a big puppy, that's it.

Also the imprint thing was new. But honestly this was kinda heart warming, knowing that you are Paul's world.

You were thinking about all the memories you two had. How much fun you had on the beach. How he carried you on his back in his wolf form. All of this and many more crossed your mind which made a smile crawl up your face.

As you were thinking you, you drank your coffee. So you pulled over to the first bin you saw near the road. As you got out of the car you knew something was wrong. You felt weird, like someone was watching you.

You shook off the feeling, telling yourself it was nothing. As you throwed the empty cup into the bin, you turned to go back to your car but you stopped as two crimson red eyes were staring into your soul.

You could recognize those ginger curls everywhere. It was Victoria.

It was a moment and your vision turned black. The last thing you heard was your own cry of pain.

Your cry of pain was also heard by Sam who was checking his territory, he smelled a vampire near by earlier, so he went to check. You were lucky he did.

He ran to help you, but after he arrived, Victoria was god and the venom was spreading fast through your veins. Sam picked you up on his back and started running towards the Cullens.

Why? Because Carlisle was the only one who could help you. As he was getting closer and closer to the Cullens, he howled. To let them know he's coming, also to let know... Paul.

And now we're at the start. Paul is running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing him from the inside of his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to get to you.

As Paul arrived to the Cullens, Sam stopped him right before he entered the front door.

"Let me go!" Paul barked.

Sam gave Paul a look that said 'calm down cowboy, don't forget who I am' and stopped him in his tracks once more. "She's gonna need you now" Sam said. That was all he said!

It took Paul's breath away. Was it that bad? Was he late? he rushed into the house while these thoughts were filling his mind.

Carlisle walked towards Paul the minute he pushed the door open. He gave him a assuring smile that you survived. "How is she?" Paul asked impatienly.

His eyes twitched everywhere around the room, looking for you but you weren't there. Carlisle was probably having you in his tentative doctor's office he had in the house.

"She survived but it was too late even for me... the venom spread through her veins before even Sam found her, she's gonna be a vampire" Carlisle answered to Paul.

Paul was speechless. You were what?! You gonna be a vampire?!

"That's not possible! She's my imprint!" Paul argued.

Carlisle smiled and placed a comfort hand on his shoulder. He understood why Paul was so angry. He had a problem with controling his anger and vampires with shape-shifters were long time enemies.

"That doesn't change anything. She's still your imprint, she can be as a vampire." Carlisle said as he point at the door of the room you were in.

This was all Paul needed to hear. Without another word he rushed into that room and closed the door behind him.

He then turned and saw you laying on a beautifully made bed. He walked closer to you, he noticed how your skin was pale and you looked bit underweight.

It was horrifying to see you like this. He took your now cold hand and stroked it with his fingers.

He then sat down, next to you and he wasn't going to leave you until you woke up.

Two days passed and you finally opened your eyes. You felt something warm wrapped around your left hand, When you opened your eyes and looked down to see what that warm thing is, you saw sleeping Paul holding your hand in his.

You smiled as you saw this, he really was a sweetheart inside. He cared for you deeply and he loved you more then anyone else in this world.

Paul noticed how you moved which made his head shoot up in the air. He then saw your smiling face looking at him, but instead your beautiful e/c, his brown eye met your blood red ones.

But he had to admit you looked really hot with them. After all he was happy that you are alive.

"I missed you dollface." He said as he placed a deep kiss on your cold lips.

It sent a cold chill down through his spine as your lips touched his. It was somehow a rush of adrenaline, he loved it. He waited few extra seconds in that kiss before you broke it.

"I missed you too." You answered with a smile.

Paul laughed as he saw you smile. He helped you slowly sit up so you won't get dizzy as he was looking at your new appearance. He then smirked to himself as he quickly went back to his normal flirty self.

"You look hot." He said as he was looking up and down at you.

You didn't look that sick anymore, not so underweight. The two days really did good on you. You skin was like glass, cold and fragile.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his biceps as you heard him say that. He just laughed, finding this more and more funny. After few seconds of laughing, he took your chin into his hand and kissed you.

"I love you." He said as he broke the kiss.

This kiss made you melt into his touch. He was so warm, so cozy, he felt like home. You smiled into the kiss and after few seconds, you answered.

"I love you too" You said as you pulled him into another, now more messier kiss.

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[torscrawls]

Pressurized

Happy Holiday Truce @ectospacecadet! This is my gift for you, based on the prompt “Sometimes all it takes is one bad day to break someone: Danny snaps.” Hope it tastes good!

You can also read it on AO3.

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“Fenton! Get up that rope!”

Danny clutched his aching left arm tight to his side, cursing Skulker and his attack early this morning as he moved to do as Ms. Tetslaff had ordered. The wound throbbed and radiated pain up his whole arm as he grabbed the rope and started to haul himself up.

“Ha! Fenturd is too much of a wimp to get up that rope!” Dash laughed and was soon joined by the rest of the A-listers.

Danny grit his teeth and reminded himself that what Dash and the rest thought about him really didn’t matter in the big picture. He had more important things to worry about. Like how to keep his wound from opening back up while making it to the top of the rope. Maybe he could use a touch of flight to—

Suddenly the whole rope heaved beneath him, writhing like a snake come alive, and Danny lost his grip. Thankfully the fall wasn’t long, but it still hurt when he landed—of course—on his wounded left arm.

Danny groaned from where he lay on the mat and as soon as he opened his eyes he got a face full of a grinning Dash, leaning over him and looking proud of himself. He still held the rope Danny had been climbing in one hand. Of course he had been the one to mess with him. Danny couldn’t even find it in himself to be surprised.

Danny turned his head to his side and saw Tetslaff on the other side of the room, not looking. Of course.

Dash laughed. “Wow, I didn’t know Fentoe was so weak he couldn’t even hold on to a rope!”

Danny reminded himself that Dash didn’t matter and that he didn’t care about what they thought, that he didn’t care about any of this. He didn’t.

Danny got to his feet, keeping his left arm close to his side. He felt a slow trickling of warmth run down the inside of his arm and really hoped his wound hadn’t opened back up. It would be just his luck.

Tucker jogged up next to him and sent him a concerned look. “Hey, you okay man?”

Danny took a deep breath, relaxed his clenched hands and let it out slowly before looking at Tucker and giving him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Considering Tucker’s grimace, he guessed he didn’t manage it, but his friend thankfully didn’t push the issue. And he was fine, this didn’t matter. It was just a slight annoyance. He would fix the wound after gym was over and then it would all be fine.

They were interrupted by Tetslaff suddenly deigning to look over towards them now that Dash had started climbing his own rope to the cheers of his friends. She frowned and immediately screamed, “Fenton! Foley! If you have time to just stand around talking, then you have time to run twenty laps! Get going!”

So Danny pushed down his pain and started running, Tucker by his side.

—-

After gym was over he waited until everyone else had finished changing out of their gym clothes before doing it himself, ignoring Dash and his lackeys continuous jabs and insults.

He didn’t feel like explaining his wound—which he was now certain he had reopened as the warm wetness on the inside of his arm hadn’t stopped and only gotten worse as time went on—and his extensive bruising. It would just raise a lot of questions. And probably even more insults, and even if Dash and the rest didn’t matter, Danny was too tired to deal with it right now.

He had to convince Tucker to go on ahead without him, “There’s no reason why we both have to be late. Besides, I don’t want them to start bullying you too.”

Apparently that hadn’t been as convincing as Danny had thought, but in the end he had managed to convince Tucker anyway and that was all that mattered.

As soon as the door closed and Danny was alone he let out a long sigh as his shoulders slumped. He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm with a grimace and then let out another sigh at the sight. Oh, he would definitely be late for the next class. He dug out his beat up first aid kit from the bottom of his bag and got to work.

Ten minutes later Danny carefully eased the door to the classroom open and quickly slunk inside. His hopes of sneaking inside unnoticed were dashed as Mr. Lancer fixed him with a glare and didn’t waste any time before chewing him out in front of the whole class. He could see Dash grinning and elbowing Kwan, Paulina leaning in to whisper to Star as they both pointed at him, Mikey and Nathan looking annoyed at the interruption and aiming their glares at Danny. Danny felt his shoulders climb up towards his ears. Great.

The whole spiel ended with Lancer declaring that he had detention after school and Danny barely found it in himself to give the teacher an affirmative before making his way to his school desk.

Well, no matter. Danny had only planned to get his homework done as soon as he got home, do his chores, and maybe actually go to bed early tonight. Maybe sleep off some of the exhaustion and pain dragging him down. Guess that wouldn’t happen. He didn’t know why he even tried anymore.

He sank down in his chair and Tucker immediately leaned in towards him and hissed out, “Man, your eyes are glowing.”

Danny closed his eyes in defeat. He tried to calm himself down, taking slow breaths and consciously relaxing his shoulders. The last thing he needed right now was any more attention.

After a few tense seconds he turned back to Tucker, one eyebrow raised in question.

Tucker gave him a slightly uncertain thumbs-up.

Danny felt himself relax slightly. Crisis averted, for now.

He just had to get through today.

Just like always.

—-

When he, Sam, and Tucker stepped into the cafeteria it was already full of students and Danny’s head throbbed at the noise. He really wished he had been able to grab more than a few minutes of sleep in between ghost fights, trying to avoid his parents, and all the traps they had set in the house.

Sam and Tucker walked towards the line for food and Danny stumbled after them. Tucker put a careful hand on Danny’s arm and Danny did his best not to jerk away from the pressure it put on his wound. Tucker still dropped his hand, a worried expression on his face, “Hey, man, you sure you’re alright?”

Danny nodded groggily, trying to muster up a smile. “I just didn’t get any sleep last night.”

Which wasn’t a lie, just not the whole truth. He hadn’t gotten any sleep, but he had also been in two fights and one hunt spearheaded by his parents. Then his home had decided he was a threat and attacked him as well. And, oh right; he got woken up by an alarm in the middle of the night because the portal almost blew up because of some new tests his parents were doing. He didn’t even have time to eat breakfast. He looked down at the slop the lunch lady splattered across his plate and it was a testament to just how hungry he was that it actually looked appetizing.

He was doing great.

Thankfully, Sam and Tucker didn’t push it as they walked towards a free table. Danny did his best to follow along in their conversation, but he was too tired to make sense of their discussion about the math homework they had just gotten. Was it futile to hope that he would have enough energy and time to do it later tonight? Probably. Danny wished he had the capacity to feel bad about it.

He looked down at the food in his hands and allowed his thoughts to drift as he followed Sam and Tucker and their familiar voices. At least he would be able to sit down for a while with his friends and just breathe. And eat. Ancients, he was starving.

So of course that was when a foot suddenly appeared in front of his feet and despite his usually quick reflexes his tired brain reacted too late and he tripped, losing his hold on his tray and watching as it spilled absolutely everywhere. He had to use both his hands to catch himself against the floor to avoid smacking his head into it and groaned at the pain radiating up his left arm. Maybe the face would have been preferable to this.

He didn’t have time to get back up before Dash’s laughter rang in his ears.

Of course it was him.

“What’s this?! You can’t even walk correctly, Fentrip?!”

Danny pushed himself up on shaking arms and kept his eyes locked on the floor, ignoring the giggling he could hear from all around him. It was fine. Dash didn’t matter. This didn’t matter.

He blinked when a hand with back nails came into view before carefully grabbing his shoulders and helping him back up. Danny looked up to find Sam frowning at him. “Why do you let him push you around like this?”

Danny blinked at her. Yeah, why did he? His arm ached and he was so tired. If he just fought back once then Dash would know that he couldn’t just do whatever he wanted to him, they would all see just how—

Danny shrugged as he pushed the thoughts away. He couldn’t afford to think like that. He couldn't risk turning into him. Danny feigned nonchalance as he said, “He doesn’t matter.”

Sam frowned at him.

Danny shrugged her hand off.

“Ha! You need your little freak girlfriend to protect you, Whimpton?!”

Danny felt himself tense up. They could pick on him all they wanted, but he hated it when they picked on his friends. They didn’t deserve that. He felt the tension rush back, ensnare itself through his shoulders and his arms until he couldn’t help but ball up his fists.

Sam raised a hand again as if to touch him, but let it drop again without making contact. “…Danny?”

“Dude,” Tucker joined in, voice strained and eyes glancing around them, “calm down.”

“I am calm!” Danny gritted out.

Sam raised an unimpressed eyebrow and Danny forced his hands to relax. He bent down to pick up his spilled food.

“Come on,” said Sam, “let’s go eat.”

They walked away from the laughing table full of A-listers.

Danny looked down at his ruined lunch and couldn’t help but let out a petulant, “I’m not hungry.” If he said it, then maybe it would make it true. Where was Desiree when you needed her?

Both Tucker and Sam sent him pointed looks and Tucker said, “I know that’s a lie. I could hear your stomach rumbling the whole class.”

Danny felt embarrassed that he had been found out; he didn’t like to make his friends worry about him.

Tucker just smiled. “Come on, you can have some of mine. I have a couple of snacks in my bag. Besides, I ate a really big breakfast so I’m not that hungry.”

Sam didn’t say anything, just silently handed Danny an apple from her tray.

How had Danny been blessed with such nice friends?

Danny sank down on the bench to finally eat with his friends, but the moment his arms touched the table he felt a familiar feeling of cold claw itself up his throat. The taste of ozone and ectoplasm burst forth from his mouth and he looked at the small cloud in dismay. Danny groaned. “I have to go. There’s a ghost. Again.”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a look and Danny tensed up. He didn’t have the energy to argue with them right now.

Tucker began hesitantly, “Maybe you should leave it to someone else?”

“I can’t. You know that.”

Sam crossed her arms. “Then we’ll come with you.”

Danny looked at his two friends and their full trays of food, which they hadn’t had time to touch. He didn’t want to drag them down with him, he owed them that. So Danny made an effort to sound snappish as he said, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

Tucker held up his hands in a pacifying gesture. “Hey man, we didn’t say that. We’re just worried about you.”

And now he had made his friends worry about him. Great. He couldn’t do anything right, could he?

He got to his feet. “I have to go.”

“Danny, wait!” Sam called out, but before they could start arguing with him again, he left.

——

Thankfully the fight didn’t take long, and Danny closed the thermos on the tiger-ghost just as the bell rang. It did leave him with scratch marks down his back though, and Danny cringed as he changed back into human form; praying that his quick healing would make sure it didn’t bleed through his clothes and thankful for the thick hoodie he had put on that day. He ran to his locker and got out his things, but was still late for the next class.

Lancer merely shook his head at him and Danny stumbled over to his desk and sank down in it while ignoring the worried looks from Sam and Tucker.

He was fine. It was all fine.

And even if it weren’t; it didn’t matter. He just needed to keep it together and do his job, keep everyone safe.

—-

The bell finally rang and Danny let out a stuttering breath. He was free.

He didn’t waste any time before stuffing all of his things into his bag and getting up, ignoring the pain in his arm and his back as he shouldered his backpack. It was worth it if he could get out of there quicker. Sam and Tucker joined him as he made for the door.

Tucker lowered his voice as he looked Danny over and carefully asked, “Danny? You okay?”

Danny kept his eyes on the door, feeling his steps lighten as he passed through it. “I’m fine.”

Sam pursed her lips and asked, “…Who was it?”

“A tiger ghost.”

He knew that they wanted more information than that, but he just wanted to go home and crash. He was so very tired and he hurt.

Tucker huffed. “Maybe you should leave the hunting to your parents for tod—”

“Mr. Fenton! Get back here, now!” Lancer’s call interrupted Tucker and made dread pool in Danny’s stomach. Right. Detention.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. He’s fine.

Danny sucked in a shaking breath and stopped walking. He didn’t look at his friends as he said, “Well, see you guys tomorrow.”

Tucker let out a long sigh and sounded defeated as he said, “Please be care—”

Danny nodded and took a step towards the classroom and then he felt something collide with his back. Hard.

Immediately he was back fighting the tiger, its swiping claws on his back right in the same spot. The pain was immediate and intense, and Danny saw stars as he stumbled forward, falling to his knees.

His mind reeled. Was he still fighting? He wasn’t even transformed! He had to defend everyone!

He reached for the cold feeling in his chest, ready to tug on it and go ghost to—

Cheers erupted around him.

“Touchdown!” Dash crowed from above and Danny froze in place.

Right. He was in school. There was no ghost to fight. It was the A-listers. They didn’t matter.

For the third time that day he picked himself up off the floor.

His arm and back burned. The pain pulsed in time with his thrumming core.

Ghosts fought during stressful situations and right now his instincts were screaming at him to fight. To get them before they got him. Danny balled his hands into shaking fists.

He tried to force his heart and his core to slow down. It didn't work.

A part of him slipped, too tired to fight it anymore. They wanted a fight, right? Then he would give them one.

But then he registered movement beside him and he blinked. Right. Sam and Tucker were here, which meant that he couldn't fight right now. Not with them so close. He couldn't risk it. Risk them.

Danny pressed everything down down down.

Or, he tried to.

His breath clouded in front of his face, but it wasn't because of a ghost, but because of the sudden cold blanketing the hallway.

“…Danny?” Tucker said hesitantly from beside him. “Dude, calm down.”

“I am fucking calm!” Danny growled.

Sam looked at him with clear worry in her eyes. She leaned in and whispered, “Your eyes are glowing again.”

Danny covered his eyes with his hands. He tried to force them to return to normal, to force himself to calm down. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, he repeated in his mind.

Danny heaved in deep breaths.

“Ha!” Laughed Dash, “Are you going to cry?!”

Danny sucked in breath after breath. It didn’t matter.

He tried to force the tension down. Tried to stuff it all down. Down where it couldn’t hurt anyone.

It doesn’t matter.

He gritted his teeth.

It shouldn’t matter.

He was fine. They didn’t matter. He was fine.

…He didn’t feel fine. He ached and was so very tired. He hurt.

His arms fell down to his lap and before he could do more than open his eyes, Tucker was standing in front of him, shielding him from view and hissing out, “Your eyes, man!”

And Danny tried. He really did, tried to make them go back to normal, to look normal. So he wouldn’t upset anyone. So no one would notice. So he wouldn’t matter. Danny grabbed his hair in his shaking hands, winced at the pain radiating up his arm.

“What’s wrong with the freak?” Dash asked and before Danny could react there was a hand reaching for him. His mind screamed at him to get away, to make it all just stop.

“Man, don’t!” Tucker shouted out in warning and then Danny watched with wide eyes as his friend was showed aside by Kwan, making him stumble to the side.

Sam stepped in front of Danny and then got pushed into the wall by Dash as they all laughed.

Danny’s eyes jumped from the wince on Tucker’s face to the angry scowl on Sam’s. To the way she pushed away from the wall and grabbed her left shoulder that had collided with it, on how Tucker wasn’t able to hide the fear in his eyes as he looked at the people who had attacked him.

They had attacked his friends. Because of him. Danny had put them in danger.

After everything that had happened, after all the pain and exhaustion, he couldn’t even keep them safe. His core screamed.

Danny felt himself fracture, crack like a thin layer of ice beneath a boot.

Dash’s hand moved as if in slow-motion as it approached him and Danny viciously slapped it away. “Don’t touch me. And don’t. Touch. Them.”

Dash cradled his hand in stunned silence for a split second before he broke out into laughter again, elbowing Kwan in the side as he said, “Wow, would you look at that? The wimp is fighting back!”

Laughter.

Danny’s ears roared and his chest stuttered as he tried to get enough air into his lungs; to calm down. His eyesight narrowed into a thin point as he raised his shaking hands to grip the front of his shirt. There was a pressure on his chest. On his core. Building and building and building.

“Stop,” he managed to croak out. He didn’t know if it was a warning or a plea. His instincts were screaming, clamoring, demanding, that he fight.

“What are you going to do about it?! Cry on us?”

A rough hand crabbed Danny’s shoulder and his own hand snapped up to grab it as he hissed out, “You don’t matter! You’re fucking nothing!” None of them did. So what did it matter what he did to them?

“Danny!” Sam yelled out in warning. But she was still gripping her arm where she had collided with the wall and that as all he could see.

Danny managed to let go of the hand in his grip, but he couldn’t calm down.

Maybe he didn’t want to.

“Hey…” Dash trailed off. “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

Tucker took a step closer to Danny. “Danny, you have to calm down!”

“Why?!” Why did he always have to calm down?!

He hurt.

“Danny!” He couldn’t even tell who was speaking anymore. It didn’t matter.

The air was cold enough to sting his throat and he breathed it in in in in.

He couldn't breathe out. He couldn't—

“What the fuck?!”

“Shit!”

“Get back!”

He smelled ectoplasm. The cold snow.

He smelled sour mouthwatering fear.

Danny recoiled with nausea climbing up his throat. He shouldn’t like that. He shouldn’t be that ghostly. He had to control himself. Just get himself back under control and calm down and—

And he couldn't. He couldn't.

His heaving breaths stopped when he realized that he didn’t need them.

In the end, he was just like any other ghost wasn't he?

The cold spread through him, out of him, and Danny didn’t even try to stop it.

They didn’t matter.

And he h̵̪̗͊u̴̯͒r̴͍͈̈̇t̸̮̺͈́.

#danny phantom #dp fic #danny phantom fic #all of your prompts were so good!! #phandom truce 2023 #i started writing something for all of them but then i had to contain myself #happy holidays! #my writing

[lola-bunn1]

somebody that i used to know pt 2

❥ a/n: the story won’t really make sense if i don’t make a change in the timeline, so let’s just pretend the whole sky people war has been going on for a really long time also this took so long like i began writing this the second i posted part one and then it took me hours then i scrapped it and made a better version which turned out so bad im sorry

part one, part three

Five months.

Its been five months since Neteyam last heard your soft voice, its been five months since he last felt your touch, its been five months since he last felt happy.

Its been five months of hell.

After you left, Neteyam lost himself. You were part of him, you were his life, his world. Now you were gone, and so was he.

The war kept happening, for a while.

Until everything just died down, the sky people stopped cutting trees, they stopped building weapons, stopped attacking the Na’vi. They just left.

Of course, everyone was happy. The Na’vi won once again.

But the forest isn’t what it used to be, there’s too many bad memories that lie here. It didn’t feel like home anymore.

Of course to Neteyam, it never was. You were his home, you were the light of his life. Without you, he was nothing.

That’s how much he loved you.

Jake and Neytiri have thought well and hard. They wanted to leave. Get a fresh new start somewhere else, the kids reacted differently. Lo’ak didn’t care, Kiri was mad, Tuk didn’t know what was going on, and Neteyam…

He just didn’t react. No sadness, no happiness, nothing.

The family packed up and left, Neteyam flew away and never looked back, not even for a second. There was nothing there for him.

You weren’t there for him.

As he flew, he thought of the things he could’ve done. He shouldn’t have dismissed it so fast. He should’ve cared more, comforted you more, convince you harder.

If he did, perhaps you might be here, with him. Smiling and flying your ikran around him, giving him that warm feeling he missed so deeply.

But you weren’t. It wasn’t real.

When they got to the village, they introduced themselves and waited as Jake spoke to them.

“It is decided, Toruk Makto and his family are going to stay with us.” Tonowari, the olo’eyktan stated

They all muttered small thank yous as they were lead to their marui.

“This is yours” Tsireya, Tonowari’s daughter said as she showed them the marui, “We’ll send over some things in a bit while you get comfortable” She smiled at them and walked away as they began unpacking

“Alright, everyone—family meeting, come on, fall in” Jake said, everyone huddled into a circle, Lo’ak tapped Neteyam’s shoulder, snapping him out of his trance and making him sit with them

“Okay, guys. We need you all on your best behavior. No trouble, I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight, be nice. We need them to trust us, so we can all get along. Got it?” Jake said, they all nodded with small responses

“Sorry!” A woman said as she walked in, carrying a bunch of things that were high enough to cover her face, “They told me you might need these” She said, turning to her side to see them, her eyes widening as she dropped the things on the ground

They all froze

Neteyam, startled by the sound, turned to see what happened. His eyes widening in shock.

It was you.

It was you…

It was you!

How is this possible? You left—did you move here?

“Y/n?” He said, standing up and walking towards you, you backed away, still speechless.

“I—I have to go” You said, running off, he was quick to follow you

He finally got close enough to pull you back, you looked at him in silence

“It’s you…its really you” He whispered, “What—what are you doing here?” He asked

You sighed, “I moved here…”

“This is where you’ve been? All this time…” He said, cradling your face, he pulled you in for a hug

Its been so long since he felt your soft touch. Five hours without your touch was long enough, imagine five months.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent. The sweet smell he’s been missing. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling something else.

He let go of you, looking down, his eyes widening.

You had a bump, a baby bump. He was sure it wasn’t weight.

“Neteyam…” You whispered

“What—how…” He stopped talking, did you move on? You ran away, and started a family with another man?

He backed away, shaking his head

“You…you were that quick to forget me?” He asked, before you could answer, he left.

“Neteyam!” You called out to him, seeing him fade away

When he got to the marui, everyone was there, waiting for him, flooding him with questions

“What happened?” Neytiri asked

“How is she here?” Kiri asked

“Who knocked her up?” Lo’ak asked, everyone went quiet

“What do you mean?” Neytiri asked

“Did you not see? She looked pregnant”

Neytiri gasped and smacked his head, “You do not speak about a woman like that!”

“No…it’s true.” Neteyam said

“She is with child?” Neytiri asked, her eyes wide

Neteyam nodded

Neytiri and Jake shared a look, they went to comfort him but he just pushed them away

“I’m sorry, kid” Jake said, patting his back

“I do not care.” He said, they all looked at him with pity, and went to sleep

The next day, Neteyam got up early, not like he even slept. He went outside, exploring the village. He went to ocean, staring at it in silence

“Neteyam…” You called out

He already knew it was you, how could he ever forget your sweet voice?

He began walking away, you kept calling his name and he ignored you

“Shit” He heard you say, he turned to see you wrapping your arms around your stomach, as if in pain

“Are you okay?” He asked, sure he was mad at you, but he still loved you and cared about you

“I…I don’t know—shit” You said again, groaning in pain

He quickly rushed to you, helping you walk to your marui

“Its okay—I got you…” He said, comforting you as you kept feeling the pain

Once you got to your marui, he helped you sit down

“Okay—stay here, I’m gonna call the Tsahik”

“No!” You said, “I’m fine now”

He stopped and realized what you did

You tricked him so he can stop ignoring you

“Very smart” He rolled his eyes, about to leave until you grabbed his hand

“Neteyam, please…” You said, your eyes tearing up

He sighed, sitting down and waiting for you to speak

“I didn’t forget you” You said

“Clearly” He said

“You didn’t listen to me—“

“You left without me!” He yelled

“You didn’t want to leave!” You yelled back and he went quiet, “I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you Neteyam, I lost too much in that forest. I hated every second I was there. You were the only thing I cared about”

“And it shows.” He said, “You just ran off and found another guy to keep you company.”

“That’s not what happened!” You snapped, tears sliding down your cheeks, “I needed to leave! Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done! I had to go out all alone into some random village filled with strangers! And I tried to forget you, I really did. But I don’t think you know how hard it is to forget someone when part of them is in you!”

Neteyam froze, he looked to your stomach, and back to you

“It’s…mine?” He asked in shock

“Yes you skxawng!” You yelled at him

He nervously laughed, a smile finding its way on his face, his eyes still wide

“It’s mine…oh eywa, it’s mine” He whispered, placing his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat, he looked to you, cradling your face, “You’re carrying my child? Mine?”

You nodded at him, he hugged you tight, kissing your forehead

You were back, back into his arms, carrying part of him in you. He was going to make sure you never leave again

ok this sucked so bad im sorry for everyone who was expecting a way better ending.

#avatar fanficiton #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader

[lovelybrooke]

Family Sacrifices Pt.2 (Yandere Platonic Yandere Sully Family)

Read Part 1 here.

The first thing you saw were bright lights as your ears filled with beeping.

You woke up to Norm checking your vitals, spitting out the water he was drinking in shock at your sudden consciousness. He rushed to do some tests, mainly on your reaction time to make sure your brain was working properly. The light that shined in your eye hurt bad, but you didn't dare tell Norm about your splitting headache, knowing if you did so you'd give him a heart attack.

Soon after Norm explained your condition to you. You've been in a coma for around 3 months. You were almost killed that day in the water, your family being devastated. Every week or so, Jake would come and visit you, which is where the many, many gifts came from, all handmade. They sat on a table near your bed, and you could tell what was made by who by the craftmanship.

After your attack, you were flown off to the research base for urgent care. You were in surgery for a few hours, it being a struggle to get the bullet out without damaging your lungs. Thankfully, they were able to remove it without damaging any vital organs, however you didn't recover as fast as they hoped. Instead, you were in a coma, terrible news to the family who wished for you to come home to them.

You didn't know how to feel about all this, in your head it felt like a flash, everything happening in a few seconds. One moment you were gasping for air surrounded by your family, the next you were with Norm. You were confused more than anything, maybe it was shock. Norm could tell you were lost by the vacant expression on your face, gently taking your shoulder to comfort you.

"Don't worry (Y/N), recovery shouldn't take that long. In no time you'll be back home in no time." Suddenly, he gasped, giving you a dorky smile, "Oh, Jake should be here in a day or two. I bet you'll be happy to see him huh?"

You nod, clearly in another world, but Norm didn't seem to mind. Left to get you some food, coming back with a sandwich, Jell-O, and some juice, which you inhaled.

Felling content after your meal, you go attempt to get up from your bed, being halted by a sharp pain in your chest. Norm stops you quickly, moving you back down to your bed.

"Woah, hold up their kid, you're still recovering, believe it or not." She smooths out your blanket and give you a stern look, as stern as Norm can muster, "don't get up without anyone's help, got it?" You nod, getting a pat on the shoulder before he walks out of the room to get some doctors.

---

Recovery was the worst. At least in Jake's opinion.

Having to watch you struggle to breath as you move even a few small steps causes Jake pain of his own. Of course, he was ecstatic to her news of your recovery, and it took everything to keep him from telling his family, but he didn't want them to overwhelm you. Jake knew if Neytiri or Neteyam heard about you waking up, they'd be on their Ikran's before he could get a world out.

Jake watches from a distance with Norm as you and another doctor do breathing exercises together. Norm explained it to him, something about building up strength, he wasn't really listening. All he cared about was making sure you were okay to be sent back home with them, but Norm quickly shot that down.

"I'm just saying Jake," Norm whispers, pretty loudly due to their height difference. "I'd be dangerous to take them so soon." Jake's eyes don't leave you. "Just think of all the factors. Flying on an Ikran, swimming, hell, even just walking too fast can knock the wind out of them." Jake side eyes him.

"Are you questioning my ability to take care of my child?" Jake grumbles out. Norm jumps, surprised at the sudden hostility. Jake's eyes were back against his head and his tail was upright and ridged.

"No! No, of course not." Norm shakes his head, "Its just-"

"It's fine Norm, don't worry." Jake pats him on the back, a little too aggressive judging by Norm's slight discomfort.

"I'll take them home tonight." Jake smiles, "The kids miss them." Norm chuckles and nods, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach as Jake walks over to you.

---

You were asleep the whole Ikran ride. Jake took you late at night, packing all the medicine and machines you needed. Most of them were portable and could be used without an outlet.

Neyetam was waiting for him on the docks by their home. He shot up when he saw him, rushing over to help his father off his Ikran.

Neyetam never looked directly at you, avoiding you small body. He was afraid. Afraid that if he looked at you, he would see you bloody and broken, begging for him to help you, and he would be unable to do anything.

Jake carefully shifts you into his arms, shushing you when you stir in your sleep. "Neteyam." Jake calls. "Take your siblings stuff into the Marui." Neteyam doesn't bat an eye as he moves to take your belongings inside.

Inside the Marui, Neytiri was restless. She just got her other children asleep, giving up with Neteyam as she knew he wouldn't listen. She could focus as she passed around the room, waiting for her husband to walk in.

"Ma'Jake." She says nearly out of breath as he walks in with you, looking at your small frame with tears in her eyes. She cradles the part of your face that isn't blocked by the oxygen mask, her smile being mixed with a sob as she feels your warmth in her hand.

"They oxygen mask." Jake watches you carefully, "Its bigger cuz they need more air."

Neytiri ignores him, "Let me hold them." Jake doesn't question as he moves you to her arms. He's reminded of when you were much younger, when you'd fall asleep after a long day of playing, and Neytiri would lull you in her arms, singing you songs as she just watched you breathe.

Jake smiles as he leaves the Marui to help his son, happy his family is finally back together.

---

The days weren't exactly the same, but none of the Sully's really minded.

Jake was quick to explain your condition and how they had to be extra safe with you. No ruff housing, no swimming or flying, and no putting you in any danger. His children didn't argue, not wanting you to be sent away again.

You had to do treatments every day before you went to bed. Most of the time Jake would help you with it, him or Neytiri was she learned how to work all your machines.

Today however, both of your parents were busy, and while you were going to do it yourself, Neteyam offered to help.

"I know I'm not dad, but I don't want you doing it on your own."

"Okay." You pat the spot next to you on the ground, "Come, sit."

You hand him another mask, moving to clip your off. Neteyam panics, eyes darting from the mask in his hand to your face, "What are you doing?"

You give him a confused look, "Oh, I have to switch the masks, could you help me?" Neteyam nods, albeit slowly. He shifts behind you, listening as you take a deep breath. Neteyam's hands shake as he moves you mask off your face, rushing to put the other one on so fast he nearly misses a few clasps. Eventually, he gets it on, allowing him to finally breathe.

You push the mask up slightly to fit it better as you press a button the mask is connected to. In an instant, the machine makes a low buzzing sound, smoke traveling up the tube to your mask. Neteyam assumes it's medicine his dad was taking about.

You take a few deep breaths as the medicine fills your lungs. Neteyam watches you closely, analyzing your face. You look is distant, far away like you in another planet. You've been so quiet since you've come back, even Lo'ak and Tuk aren't able to get you to laugh like you once did.

"Hey." Neteyam starts, grasping your hand to gain your attention. "What's wrong. You've been so quiet. "You don't respond instantly, which scares Neteyam. The only sound was the buzzing of the machine. "You know always be here for you, right? I'm your big brother, I'll always protect you, no matter what." He chokes up at those words. He couldn't protect you that night. The reason why your tided up to these machines are because of him.

"Do you think I'm a burden?" You ask suddenly.

Neteyam gawks, "What?"

Your eyes are red and watery, "It's just, even before...you know." You pause and Neteyam's look sharpens, "I've always had to have one of you take care of me. I was the reason for the RDA's attack here. I've caused so many problems." Your worlds become more of sobs as you continue to speak, your breathing becoming labored. Neteyam rubs your back, breathing with you and waiting for you to calm down.

Once your breathing calms, Neteyam looks at you carefully, grasping both of your hands. "(Y/N), look at me." You do, your eyes still blotchy and red.

"You are, and never have been, a burden to us." He says sternly, "Your family" he says with conviction, shaking your hands a little. "It's our job to take care of you."

You roll your eyes and look away. "I know but-"

"No buts." He says, smiling as you giggle. He pulls you into a hug, careful to not disturb your mask while also hugging your tight.

"Thank you, Neteyam." You sigh.

"Don't worry about it." He says playfully. He slowly pulls you out of the hug, patting you on the head. "Let's get this off of you, mom and dad should be home too." He removes the clasps from your mask after turning off the machine. "The others too."

---

The rest of the night was uneventful, and thankfully Neteyam didn't tell anyone about you moment earlier.

However, you couldn't get it out of your mind, your head filled with so many thoughts you could barely keep up. You were a burden, you knew it. You caused so much trouble for so many people, including the only family you've ever known.

You can't stand yourself sometimes, all these negative emotions piling up until you couldn't handle it. Tonight, was one of those nights. You snuck out to watch the water below. You weren't allowed to swim with your siblings, your parents being afraid you get hurt.

It was calming, until it wasn't.

You would tell Jake was coming before you saw him. Your body tensed up when he sat down next to you.

"You supposed to be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep."

Jake's eyebrows wave slightly at your sudden response. He grumbles, watching you kick your feet in the water.

"I know what your talk with Neteyam." You don't react to his worlds, prompting him to continue.

"You're not a burden." He said, wrapping his arm around you, his body filling with warmth as you lay your head on his chest. "You our kid, my kid."

He rubs your arm, shaking his head, "None of this was your fault." He whispers, his hold slowly tightening, "It was them. Not you."

When Jake's sure you're asleep he kisses the crown of your head and picks you up. He stares at you for a while, reminiscing on you being a little kid and when he could protect you from everything. He wishes things would go back to the way it once was. When you were small and innocent.

"Never again." Jake whispers as he leads you back into the Marui, swearing to never let you be hurt again.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere avatar way of water #avatar way of water x reader #yandere avatar #avatar way of water #avatar

[bloodlustngore]

Stop Sneaking!

Vanessa Shelly (Afton) x reader

(I apologise for this being rather short, I’m trying to get into writing things & since my hyper fixation for fnaf is back after watching the movie, I had to add Vanessa to the list of characters I will write for)

Summary: Vanessa finds it funny to sneak up on her partner in the basement.

Word count: 600

One of the breakers needed turning back on, it seemed one of the animatronics found it funny to switch it off, I had mentioned to Vanessa over the radio that I was going to check it out and leave the area I was meant to patrol first thing. Vanessa didn't seem to mind, other than her words 'please be careful' her and I knew what was going on around here...and so did she, so we were usually careful.

I made my way to the ground floor where the breaker for this certain area would be located. "God, I hate being down here" I sighed, my flashlight kept tripping out and it was the most annoying thing, because down here only had red lights and those weren't very helpful nor were those lights very bright.

I flinched at the sound of something falling over, I knew what happened here, I knew what was going on. But the place still gave me the creeps. I wished I convinced Vanessa to come with me right now. That and the fact that literally anything could pop up any moment and scare me which I wasn't going to be prepared for. It reached three a.m and usually these things happen.

"Don't run out now!" I sighed, tapping my flashlight trying to make it stay on for a bit longer. Why did I get a flash light that I had to charge instead of the battery pack one that Vanessa had? Because I like to make things harder for myself. I felt like there was someone behind me, but I didn't want to turn around and find out who.

"Gotcha!" A familiar voice shouted, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and I almost could've screamed but instead I jumped...it was Vanessa, I sighed and she laughed. "Fucking hell Ness! Stop sneaking up on me like that!"

Vanessa was still laughing, she let go of my waist, trying to calm herself down. "Its not fucking funny! Could've given me a heart attack!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, babe. You're still alive. Its fun to sneak up on you." Vanessa added as she calmed down a bit from her fit of laughter. I stood there with my arms folded, giving her a glare. "Don't glare at me" Vanessa threatened.

"I'll do what I want" I shrugged.

"We'll see about that." Vanessa smirked. I had gotten flustered a bit from her words. Vanessa reached over from me and switched the breaker on, it sparked a slight bit but still worked as the light on it went green. "There that should do it. C'mon we gotta sort out this 'problem'" Vanessa added. She held her hand out to me, she knew that the basement of this place always creeped me out no matter how long I'd been here. I took her hand and tried to shake my flashlight on again but the battery had completely died.

"Fuck." I rolled my eyes.

"Flashlight is out."

Vanessa chuckled "guess you're sticking with me then Y/n. When we're done we're going to a store to get you a better flashlight" My girlfriend added. I groaned because all I wanted to do was go home and sleep after all of this. "Too bad. We’re sleeping. And I'm getting my revenge later."

"You know I'm not easily scared" Vanessa added. She stopped in her tracks, letting go of my hand. She turned to look at me. "I will get'cha" I added.

"You could try" Vanessa smirked. She paused a moment and then kissed my cheek. "But it won't work."

"We gotta get back to work, come on."

Oh I will try and I'll succeed, eventually.

#vanessa shelly #Vanessa Shelly x reader #vanessa afton #vanessa Afton x reader #fnaf x reader #I don’t know where I was going with this #reader might get her revenge 🤷‍♀️ #who knows #I thought this was funny & cute

[spider-jaysart]

Hii I find your apocalypse AU pretty interesting. Was wondering if I could do some fanart? :3

@jonathankentstuff

Omggg!!! Yesss, I would totally be okay with you making some!! I would love to see that!✨

Sorry this took a bit to answer btw, but here are some reference sheets for the boys designs in this au that will probably be helpful for you to use!!

(Click for better quality)

This is also probably a good moment to finally expand more on what the au is about (which is why I added in Mar'i and Jake's there too) since I'm showing them now and also because I've been taking a long while already to make the post about it lol😅

(It's a no capes au btw, meaning everyone's just a normal human here and weren't superheroes in the past)

After tragically losing both Talia and Bruce, Damian is mainly surviving with Dick and Kory, plus the kiddos Mar'i and Jake.

After a very long while of doing just fine, they one day get completely seperated from eachother after getting attacked by a random group of greedy bandits. Damian got stuck with Mar'i and Jake on his side while Dick and Kory were only left with eachother, plus Alfred the cat who they carry around all the time in their backpack.

After seeing that there's no way to really get around and go back to eachother and also noticing that they have to continue running from the large group of bandits who are still after them, Dick quickly hands Damian a map and tells him to travel to the place that's marked on it, telling him that they'll all meet up there and reunite with eachother again. Damian promises to do just that and becomes Mar'i and Jake's new guardian while the three of them are on their own, protecting them both from any kind of danger that's thrown their way no matter what, while staying determined to return to Dick and Kory once again.

After three months later of already moving forward to get to their far destination, Damian, Mar'i, and Jake were resting at a small cabin in the woods for a night until the morning. During that night, Jon later happened to be walking around near their hide out all alone since he was lost. Damian spotted him and wasn't planning on taking any risks by just letting him wander around, in case he was actually someone who was just looking to attack and steal stuff if he found him and his little Nephew and Niece, so he sneakily knocked Jon out and tied him up in the cabin.

Once Jon woke up, Damian and Mar'i both pretended to be cannibals to scare him so that they could get their needed answers out of him to see if he was really just another bad person as expected. Because of this, Jon was terrified and just told them whatever they wanted to know, promising that he wasn't there for any trouble. With this, they saw that he was just a harmless kid just trying to survive like them, so they finally dropped the act and let him know that they were just actually faking it. Jon immediately became even more upsetted by all of this after being told that.

While Damian and Mar'i were distracted talking to eachother about what they were gonna do with him, Jon sneakily got loose from his ties and quickly surprised punched Damian in the gut in anger. Jon quickly stopped though once Mar'i immediately got in the middle of the fight and shoved him away from Damian, yelling "No!" In fear, making him feel a little bad for getting rough in front of the 8 year old girl. Then he soon started to hear Jake crying loudly too and began to feel even more bad for not realizing that there was a baby in the room as well.

That was when Jon got (an angry) explanation from Damian about why they did what they did to him, which was only for their safety. He began to start understanding the reasons behind it after that, but still felt pretty upset about the way it was done.

After some calming down, and for Jake too after being rudely awakened, Jon explains to Damian and Mar'i that he had gotten separated from his group earlier after getting chased down by some herd filled with the undead and is just trying to find his way back to his camp now, but is completely lost.

Damian, remembering he has a map on him and thinking back on how Mar'i and him haven't had much food to eat for days, decides to make a deal with Jon. He tells him that if they help him out, he has to give them some food to take back with them in the end in return. Jon, desperate to get back home and feeling delighted at being offered some help, promises them plenty to eat, so they make a deal. This was the start of their adventure together. (Damian didn't let Jon know about the map though and instead lied to him that he's an expert on traveling in the area, so that he wouldn't reject the deal and also so that he wouldn't think of taking the map from them and just run off with it either)

Along the way, the boys begin to later become good friends (with growing crushes on eachother and later become boyfriends too) and a found family type of thing also starts to grow between Mar'i and Jake with Jon over time too (he becomes like a new Uncle to them).

And after finally getting Jon back home in the end like promised, Jon wants to return the favor by helping Damian out in his own big goal too, just like how he helped him out so much during their little journey together. So the four of them venture out later to look for Dick and Kory like a team.

Phew! Glad that's finally done lol. I really can't wait to see what kind of stuff you decide to draw for the au and am very excited to see them whenever they're ready!!!✨:D (I also have way more stuff about the au, like what happens much later on and also how things started too, but that would just make the post too long lmao)

#Damijon #Jondami #Damian wayne #Jon kent #Damian al ghul #Jonathan kent #Damian al ghul wayne #Jonathan samuel kent #Supersons #Super sons #Robin #Superboy #dc robin #robin dc #Damian wayne robin #Jon el #Mari grayson #Jake grayson #Dick grayson #Starfire #Koriand'r #Nightwing #Nightstar #Damian wayne x jon kent #Jon kent x damian wayne #Damian x jon #Jon x damian #zombie apocolypse au #dc comics #spider-jaysart drawings

[lilliumrorum]

What does he have that I don't? (Pilot)

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Synopsis: After a long and very much tiring solo mission, you head back to the base and report to your Captain. When you finally got home, you found your boyfriend of 2 years in another's mouth.

WC: 0.8k

Content/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Angst, Cheating.

Notes: This is my first time writing a fanfic, so please don't attack my ass too bad if it's shit.

Going weeks (sometimes even months) without seeing your lover was normal in your shared line of work. Simon had seemed accustomed to it, almost content with you not being around. Being Simon Riley, however, he could barely handle your relationship. Many nights would end with the lights shutting off, Simon shutting down as well. If you tried to even curl up next to him, he would shove you away forcefully. You knew he didn't love you anymore, but you kept denying it. You knew that very night when he left you in bed with no aftercare, with no second glance, and departed to "do some work," he really just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want you anymore, but like a persistent pebble in a shoe, you stubbornly stayed with him.

In your heart, you felt a deep loneliness, the person you thought was your anchor now seems distant and uninterested. Neglect has crept into your relationship, leaving you longing for the love and attention that used to be there. Each day seems like a quiet plea for connection, as his actions show a noticeable change in emotions. The small, affectionate gestures that defined your love story are replaced by an unsettling emptiness. In silence, you face the painful truth that the love you once cherished might be slipping away, and you went through the emotions that come with the fading passion you once shared.

You've been facing the painful realization that Simon's lost interest in your relationship. The passion and desire you once shared had faded, replaced by distance and disinterest. Simon's actions, or lack thereof, show a decline in physical intimacy and affection. Longing for the connection you had left you feeling unfulfilled and undesirable. Dealing with the emotional strain of this shift in attraction became a source of heartache as you navigated the complex emotions of a fading intimate connection with him.

"Sergeant?"

Your Captain's questioning voice quickly brought you back to reality. His salt-and-pepper hair and subtle crow's feet added character to his face, and his inquisitive look was accentuated by the movement of his mustache along with his lips.

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you alright? you seem on edge still."

The Captain's concern for you was evident in the genuine worry etched across his face. His questioning voice took on a tone of care, reflecting his kind yet impatient personality. As he looked at you with genuine concern, the words he spoke mirrored the sincerity in his eyes, emphasizing the depth of his worry and the genuine connection between Captain and Sergeant. He knew what was wrong. He could instantly tell what was bothering you. Price was aware of how you were discarded, as if you were nothing. He had seen that sullen, tired, lifeless look in your eyes every time his lieutenant was mentioned. Though he had knowledge of your situation, he would never pry into your affairs, despite his great concern.

"Of course, just a smidge tired. That's all." You shot him a lazy grin.

"Take care of yourself, Sergeant."

He motioned toward the door, indicating that you could be dismissed.

"And {name}, Great work. I'm proud of how much effort you put into your assignments." He smiled.

"Thank you, Captain," you quickly saluted and left the office.

Beginning the long and unpleasant walk back to your shared Room on base, many thoughts began to run through your mind. Usually, Simon would ask when you were coming home. However, that stopped months ago. Simon would buy you a large bouquet of flowers and hand them to you as soon as you entered the door. After a night of lovemaking, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But one cannot change time. Oh, how you wish you could. You've tried to talk to him, but he would just respond with the clicking of his teeth or even wave you off.

You missed the moments that once filled your heart with tenderness. The wish to turn back time and revive the warmth is a constant thought. Trying to talk to Simon only results in indifferent grunts or dismissive gestures, highlighting the growing divide. The once vibrant thrumming of your heart is now silent, and the journey back to your room becomes an exploration of a changing relationship, where communication is elusive, leaving you to chart the emotional terrain alone.

You haven't the slightest clue why you stayed, why your heart still melted at the sight of him. You still loved him. You told yourself over and over that this wasn't the Simon you knew and that this was Ghost. Your stubborn heart wouldn't listen.

"Shit, that walk was fast." You murmured to yourself, the room coming into view.

You don't even bother to knock, too worn out to even care if you were shouted at. The anticipation of reprimand looms, and the weariness you carry is met with the potential for Simon's raised voice, making every move a delicate dance around his disapproval.

You could not believe what was taking place right before your eyes.

More notes: Sorry this is so short, remember that this is my first time writing!! This will be a series!:) I am planning on starting part one tonight and posting it tomorrow!!

#ghost angst #soapghost #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #john price #john price x reader #ghost smut

[callmewrinkles3]

When Emma Falls in Love - DR3 x Fem!OC

Summary: Christmas involves the same thing every year for Em. A week in Liverpool, formal clothing, and returning to her apartment to shower and have a bottle of wine to forget how bad it was. But this year she's spending it in Australia with Dan and his family. No big deal.

Words: 11.4k

Warnings: Mentions of past bad relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of toxic family relationships. Panic attacks, worry, mentions of sex (but nothing explicit) and mentions of sex toys.

AN: HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY remember us? First things first - apologies for how long this took. The plan was Christmas, but life has been ridiculous and too busy and we just apologise. Thank you for still being here and enjoying reading more about Em and Dan!

December 2018

When she was growing up, Em never kept a diary. She was the odd one out for many reasons in primary school, that was just one of them. She was too afraid of her mother finding it when “cleaning”, reading what was on her mind and telling her to stop. She hadn’t started it as a kid, and it didn’t begin when she was an adult either. But if she did have one, the first words on the page for December 22, 2018, would have been "I think I'm in love with Dan." And to say "I think" would have been a blatant lie because she knew.

She knew that night in the bar for his birthday that she was going to fall for him. She knew in Philadelphia as she sang that she only bought that dress for him to take off. She knew in Austin when he kissed her in front of another woman.

That morning in July when she woke up from one of the greatest nights of sleep in her life with Dan’s arms around her and his snoring lulling her back to sleep like white noise. Every single time he let Blake out of their shared taxi first and circled the block to come into hers when he got back from travelling. The way he never arrived home without a bouquet of flowers because she’d once said she never thought she could buy herself some. But that afternoon in Perth she couldn’t hide from the realisation anymore.

She’d been working in the early afternoon after she made lunch for the two of them and Isaac, coming out to find her boys napping on the couch. The plan had been for them to watch a film while they waited for her but toddlers were not known for their patience. She couldn’t blame Isaac for sleeping, and once Dan got comfy he could nod off anywhere.

The two of them had been up early that morning picking Isaac up for a day out and a sleepover to let Michelle finish getting ready for Christmas. Once they made it back to the farm it was running around and playing at the pool with a stop for lunch. Em had prepped sandwiches for their lunch before disappearing to work for a few hours so she didn’t fall even further behind. And now they were fast asleep, blond curls against Dan’s off season stubble.

The craving to curl up on the couch and cuddle into them was overwhelming. There was nothing else she wanted at that moment, just hug them and kiss Dan and stay there forever. But she couldn’t.

Yes, she was Auntie Emmy to Isaac - a fact he’d announced to them that morning running to greet her with chubby cheeks and “ANNIE EMMYYYYYYYY” - but Auntie Emmy was Uncle Dan’s friend. And nothing else.

She was just his friend. Even though she was the only one sleeping in his bed, even when he was basically living in her crappy flat in London. Even when it was her name he groaned out when they were together as he pulled her close. And that was why she couldn’t admit it to him. Admitting it to herself felt nearly too much.

It hurt. Oh it ached. But it was better to hurt a little bit and enjoy getting to have Danny in the way that so many people didn’t know Daniel Ricciardo, than say how she felt and break the spell. She could suck it up and bury her feelings and stay by his side as his best friend. If she didn’t say it out loud then it wasn’t real and if it wasn’t real then it couldn’t hurt her badly.

And she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t see his face fall, couldn’t hear “we said we were just friends, nothing more.”. Couldn’t bear to have to leave people who for the first time in her life seemed to actually like her because she’d ruined it. So she’d stay quiet and get to have Christmas with people who seemed to want her there. She’d enjoy summer in December and have those weeks. Especially if it meant she got time with Isaac.

Em had fallen in love with him the first time she met him in real life in Abu Dhabi, and the feeling was mutual. She could count how many times she’d seen him in person on both hands, but he was as crazy about her as she was about him. His cheeky smile warmed up her heart. The way he ran to give her a hug after the first time they met was one of her favourite things in the world. How he reached out to her so she would hold him during the insanity of that first weekend. But it was the way that he was so much like Dan that made her heart grow ten sizes.

Physically they didn’t look alike apart from those curls they’d all inherited from Grace, but their personalities were identical. Dan joked it was why Isaac liked spending so much time with her, but she smiled and brushed it off. For her own sanity she couldn’t let that get into her head. She couldn’t do it. Not when whatever they were had an expiration date and she didn’t know how long it would last.

All of that combined meant she couldn’t resist watching them for an extra couple of moments, enjoying how relaxed they were snoozing together. She took a photo of them with her phone to secure the memory forever. She wasn’t sure what caused him to stir, if it was the small noise from the camera or if it was her moving, but Dan opened his eyes slowly and focused on her. A smile began to go across his face.

“Wanna join us? We can stay like this for a while.”

She desperately wanted to say yes. She wanted to lie down next to Dan and fall asleep with his arm around her. But she shouldn’t and she couldn’t. Anything that wasn’t at least platonic seeming had to stay just them. Sure Dan had put an arm around her shoulder or waist with his parents, but not with Isaac. She didn’t want that with him. He was too small and she didn’t want to confuse him with acting like a couple when they weren’t. If she couldn’t explain what was happening to herself then she couldn’t to him.

“I’m gonna get a start on dinner,” Em whispered, blurting out the first excuse she could think of. “Is pasta ok?”

The moment the words left her lips, she made her one fatal mistake. Kissing the top of Dan's head and then Isaac's cheek. It was supposed to be the briefest moment, a peck and then go to the kitchen. But the moment she leaned down to kiss Isaac's head his litttle hand reached out for her, not letting go. He didn't say anything, just grumbled and rubbed his head against Dan's chest before settling back down.

"I think you have to stay for a while. C'mon." He shifted slightly to let her slip beside them, settling down. "I know what you're thinking. It's fine."

"Danny-"

"I promise. It's fine." She should have stood straight up and headed out. Before she could even think about moving away Isaac woke up enough to smile at her, moving across to have half his body over Em, half on Dan. Then she was definitely not going anywhere, not when his tiny hand clung to her shirt to hold her there.

"I always knew he'd be a heartbreaker and steal someone's girl at some point in his life. I just never imagined it'd be mine."

"He's got that Ricciardo grin and those curls, what can I say?" Dan chuckled lowly at her words, his chest shaking as he held it back.

"That's not fair, I saw you first."

"I'm not some toy, you don't need to fight him over me."

"I mean if I need to I will." It was Em's turn to keep her laughter down, swallowing it so she didn't wake the sleeping toddler.

"No, it's fine. You don't need to."

"Just had to be sure."

She really didn't mean to fall asleep. She shouldn't have, she wanted to just stay for five minutes before carefully moving Isaac across and standing up to do something. But having Dan's chest as a pillow and Isaac as a tiny weighted blanket didn't help her. Dan smelled like the shower gel they were using and home, Isaac's baby shampoo mixing and making her feel peaceful and dozing off easily.

When she opened her eyes she thought she'd find her fast asleep boys, but instead they were wide awake. The youngest was staring at the film he hadn't finished, the oldest looking straight down at her when Em looked up.

How was she not supposed to fall in love with him? That broad smile and big eyes and how was she supposed to keep it platonic when he looked at her like she hung the moon and stars every single day. He called her his moon once and the compliment made her blush for a week. It was impossible to not fall in love with him, and that was the moment she admitted it. The way he stole tiny kisses while Isaac was distracted. She was gone.

They stayed like that for the afternoon, what was supposed to be a homemade meal turning into driving out for pizza for the three of them. Isaac stayed on her hip until they got him into a highchair, laughing and enjoying his food. She felt at home and happy and was so glad she was there.

It was why she said yes when he asked her what she was doing for Christmas and if she wanted to come to Australia with him. She missed him when he had a double header abroad, she couldn't imagine spending six weeks apart when he went home for Christmas. They could have done it and would have been fine. They'd done it before, but that was before feelings and sex and friends with benefits was added to the mix they had going on.

Em missed him back when they just texted and had a couple of calls, so she had to say yes. But it was terrifying to get on that plane with Dan to go to Perth. It took a call from Grace insisting she wanted Em there and everyone was looking forward to seeing her to make Em feel like it was ok.

Once she made the decision to go to Australia to spend weeks there with Dan it wasn't too scary, but the fact that she was introduced to Dan's world was. Especially now that she was slowly admitting that she'd fallen in love with him. Since the start Em had tried to deny it to herself, insist that it wasn't true. That she had no feelings for him apart from friendship and being proud of him.

But that was like saying the sun wasn't going to come out the next day. On those days where Em wasn't sure about it herself, he made her sure. If she didn't know better she'd think that was his own personal mission to make her fall in love with him. There were texts, calls, facetimes when he probably didn't have time. A text telling her to open the door because she had a delivery. How could she not fall for him?

The easiest way to fall in love with him was what he did every single trip home. She'd leave a sandwich in the fridge before she went to bed, and he came back to her tiny apartment. He had his own one that he could be in, he could go back to somewhere comfy and warm rather than her tiny one bed where the heating rarely worked. But he stayed with her. He took over doing things to make her life better, buying new sheets that were more expensive than she'd ever pay because they were softer and calling the landlord to make him fix the heating after he came back from Brazil and the apartment was freezing.

She couldn't help falling deeper and deeper in love with him when he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around her, whispering how happy he was to be back home. He could have been comfortable and warm in his apartment but instead he was there with her. The chill in the air was ignored as they pulled whatever clothes were on off, Dan marking her body as his. Week after week that was exactly what happened in beds around the world as she travelled to the US and Abu Dhabi to watch him race. She was starting to believe that maybe they did belong together as night after night they got into the same bed, whispering sweet nothings and bringing each other pleasure before curling up to sleep.

It's what happened at the farm when they were alone. Officially Em had a guest room to herself, but Dan's room became theirs. She spent so much of her days stepping outside of her comfort zone, it was exhausting and made her stomach ball up, but being with him was easy. Waking up with his arms around her was perfect. Getting into bed with him every night felt normal. It was terrifying and normal and brilliant. It was easy for her once she got over her worries, especially after that day with Isaac on the couch. His tiny hand over her chest became the reminder that what she thought would be a bad day wasn't so bad. It's part of why she wished Isaac could have been there the night she met Dan's friends.

She knew what coming to Australia when Dan went home for the winter break involved. And when she was invited she didn't even think about it, just went for it. She knew she was going to be introduced to his favourite places in his hometown, spending most of their nights out on the farm, getting to be around his family, and some nights out with his home friends to meet them. She could excuse herself once or twice from nights out because she was never a big fan of it, but she could let the social butterfly she was accompanying go out to hang out with people. He didn't get to see his friends for most of the year, she was more than happy to stay home with her huge to read list on her kindle or a good movie.

But Dan wanted her there. He wanted to spend time with her and his friends and have them all together, and she couldn't say no to those big brown eyes. Spending time with his family was easy, she knew most of them and those she didn't know at least knew of him. But the bigger issue was when she met his friends.

It was supposed to be easy. A get together with his mates so they could catch up and everyone who lived in Perth could finally meet the famous Em. There was just one problem.

Em wasn't good with people.

It wasn't that people didn't like her, it wasn't even that she didn't like people, it was that whenever she was around people she got tired quickly and couldn't deal with them for too long. Dan was one of the rare people she didn't hate being around for more than a few minutes. He'd promised it wouldn't be anything fancy or crazy, that she didn't need to stress about it, but she still worried.

She liked to think that it would have been different if they met somewhere else. In a bar or club where she could have made an excuse to go outside for a few minutes, be somewhere neutral. But meeting at the farm was somehow worse. Dan had told her to stay by his side and she did, but she felt like she was being a bother. He told her that she didn't need to do anything, she was a guest too, but her mother's words kept going around in her head. She should be helpful, she should be useful, she should be this that and the other. If she didn't help at gatherings then what use was she? Sitting next to Dan cutting tomatoes and onions for the burgers wasn't enough.

She shouldn't feel like she was suffocating when she was with his friends. They all seemed lovely, the guys who'd known Dan since he was a kid and told her stories about what he got up to in school, girlfriends who were genuinely sweet asking her about England and her work. But it felt like it was too much. The flickering light from the firepit and the music playing and the voices made her brain go a million miles an hour, all she wanted was to get out of there. Curl up and bed and read a book. She stood there smiling and she couldn't even lean against Dan because they were supposed to be just friends. They were friends. It's how he introduced her. Em, his friend from England. Not Emmy, that was only for him, but Em.

Nobody there had any idea that as soon as the parties and dinners were over he snuck into her bed. That when he got back from being all around the world he came to her home. She was just Em and she had no idea what she was doing there. She didn't know what they were but just friends didn't cut it anymore, and even being outside on the farm it felt like she couldn't get a deep breath into her lungs. The air slowly left her body and she could barely get it in.

She wouldn't forgive herself if she ruined Dan's night. He was so happy there, tanned and grinning as he talked to people. Em decided another beer to replace her empty one and a deep breath in the kitchen would help. Just two minutes away from the crowd. She went in, grabbed two bottles from the fridge and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She could do it. She'd be fine and she'd get through the rest of this night. She could do it.

"Thought you were into blondes, mate," it was clear as a bell even through the noise, a dagger hitting into Em's chest. Did she seem like just a girl?

"Shut up, it's not like that." She knew they were just friends. But hearing it like that was different. It was the straw that broke the camel's back and she didn't remember the last time she wanted to cry that badly. She wanted the ground to open up beneath her and just swallow her whole so she can hide but she wasn’t lucky enough. She blinked back tears, ignoring the knot growing in her stomach and the anxiety seeping into every pore. Em’s heart raced and she could hear the whooshing sound in her eardrums. Why was she there? The questions bubbled through her brain but that was the loudest. Why did Dan invite her there? Why was she there? Why did he want her to be in Perth?

Em couldn’t stay there anymore. If she stayed out with everyone she’d break down and start crying and the last thing Dan needed was her dramatics. She didn’t want to ruin the reunion and the good time he was having. So she took a deep breath, had a sip of her beer, and pretended she heard nothing. She just needed to keep it together for long enough so Dan didn’t suspect anything. She could smile and nod as if she didn’t care about what his mates said.

All she needed to do was pretend that she was fine, and then she could run back inside and be alone. She felt terrible just thinking about it. She couldn't do one fucking thing right and be a normal person for one night and have a normal night. It just made her feel awful for Dan because he had done everything to make her comfortable. Not just that night, but he'd changed his home so she felt at home. He insisted he was in charge of the burgers so that he could make one that was cooked the way she enjoyed it - a squirt of ketchup, one slice of cheese, wrapped in two napkins so her fingers didn't get greasy. He got her a Coke Zero or a lemon San Pellegrino so she had options when she didn't want a beer. There were even some of her favourite songs on his playlist for that night, Paramore playing out over the group. He did every single thing right. But she was ruining it all.

Em tried hiding how she was feeling but it was useless. The second she was back at Dan's side he knew something was wrong. The question was quiet, asking if she was ok, but her nod was too fast and she could tell that he didn't quite believe her. Dan's brown eyes stayed on her as she tipped the rest of her bottle back.

"Mind if I head to bed?" She was proud of how even her voice sounded.

"You sure you're ok? What's up?"

"I'm fine, just jetlagged and tired still. I'll be fine."

"See you in a lil bit?" She didn't answer him, making excuses and quick comments so she didn't start crying around new to her people. It was saying how lovely it was to meet them and saying they'd get coffee or meet before she went back to England. She was so polite and correct she almost sounded like her mother and it made her want to vomit. A final quick squeeze on Dan's shoulder and she was gone.

As soon as she was in the house she just had to do a quick trip to the bathroom, change her clothes, and go into bed. But she couldn’t go into the room she'd been sleeping in. That was Dan's bedroom and she couldn't switch the light on or people would see. So in the fading light of dusk she grabbed her pjs, the book she'd been reading, and the bottle of water she kept on her nightstand. From there she went to the guest room that was supposed to be her room. Dan had mentioned it'd be her room in Abu Dhabi, just across from his. That first night he'd insisted she didn't have to sleep there if she didn't want to and they'd ended up in his bedroom and Em didn't want to leave. But now she had to be in her own room. It'd be fine.

The last thing she wanted anyone to see was her crying. Somehow she got the door of the guest room closed without letting out a sob, panic growing in her chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She shouldn't be crying. She had no reason to cry. She knew what she was doing.

Her back slid against the door as she ended up on the ground. Her sobs turned to gasps as she struggled to get a deep breath, thoughts burning her head. She wanted to be curled up in the bed that she'd spent the last week sleeping in. She wanted Dan's arm around her, wanted to sit on his lap and sip from his beer bottle. Wanted to forget that the night had even happened. That the man who'd been sharing her bed for the last six months preferred blondes. That the man who she'd been falling in love with might not feel the same way, and they'd agreed they were just friends and said that they weren't going to break the rules and love each other but she had. She wanted her brain to shut up with the "why the fuck does he sleep with me then" that was filling her mind with doubts.

But more than all of that she wished she was brave enough to leave. Pack her bag and go to the airport and fly back to London. Because Dan deserved so much better than anything she could offer. He deserved a beautiful blonde woman who didn't freak out during a party and could afford to rent an apartment with working heating and didn't run away to hide and cry because she couldn't cope. Of course he wouldn't pick her.

But she could barely move. Somehow she managed to stand up once she'd caught her breath, pulling on her tshirt and leggings to sleep in. From there she made it to the bed, lying and pulling up the blanket to try cocoon herself as her tears kept falling. All she wanted was for Dan to magically appear and hold her to stop her chest from feeling so tight. A hug from Dan was magical, it'd make the pressure go away in no time. But he was with his friends and she didn't blame him. She was his friend. They were just friends and she had absolutely no right to be upset about it, but it hurt.

She wasn't planning on getting a lot of sleep that night. The awful feeling in her chest wasn't getting any better, her heart was still racing, and her head ached thanks to crying so much. Finally the tears stopped and she turned onto her side in the too big bed.

A knock on the door made her close her eyes and force her breathing to even out. She didn't want Dan to see her like that. She couldn't explain what she was feeling, she couldn't start rambling about it because then she'd have to admit how she felt and that wasn't going to happen. She couldn't admit that she'd broken every rule they'd come up with and fallen in love with him. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't lose his friendship and what they had so she had to stay quiet.

"Emmy? You awake?" Em should have known he wouldn't leave even if she didn't answer, listening as he padded around to her side of the bed and knelt down, his thumb brushing the still damp skin on her cheek.

**

The second Emmy squeezed his shoulder as she said she was still jetlagged and going to bed, Dan knew something was wrong. She hadn't been ok since she got back from the kitchen with their drinks, but watching her nod and fake smile as she went back inside felt so wrong. And then he stared at their room, waiting for a light to go on and the curtains to close. But nothing happened and it felt even worse.

He knew she wasn't a fan of big parties, his friends were more like him than her and were loud but she'd been ok. He made sure she was stuck to his side for the evening, she smiled when he handed her a perfectly wrapped burger made just the way she liked them. Dan knew it wasn't easy for her, she'd told him that she found big groups hard to deal with. She was the dictionary definition of an introvert who preferred to sit with a book in silence rather than be surrounded by loud people. But she was fine.

He'd asked a couple of times, not wanting to annoy her by constantly thinking something was wrong. He'd offered if she wanted to go inside and hide out for a while he'd make excuses but she insisted she was fine. Emmy ate her burger and snacked on some chips while chatting with his mates. He heard her laugh and one of the lads made a comment about how Dan kept staring at her. He was happy.

And Em was fine until she'd leaned over to offer to get him another beer when she was getting hers. He knew she heard what Mark said, his quip about blondes. The shut up didn't go fast enough and she'd been close enough to hear. She came back looking like someone had punched her in the stomach, big eyes sad even under her fake smile. There was nothing Dan could do to make her feel better.

What he wanted to do was pull her onto his lap, arms around her waist as they shared a drink. He'd tell her that yeah he'd slept with blondes before, dated some as well, but he was hers. He was so fucking crazy about her it was insane. Dan was absolutely in love with her, and terrified to say it because she could do so much better than him. They'd promised they'd stay friends, falling in love wasn't on the list.

But he couldn't even describe how much he loved her. He loved her long brown hair, the way it fell down her shoulders and back. He loved standing behind her and brushing it out to apologise for the mess he'd made it by wrapping it around his hand and pulling her hair the way that made her groan in all the right ways, using it as an excuse to kiss along her neck. He loved the way she smiled at him. How she made jokes and laughed at them herself. How she wrapped her arms around him and welcomed him home. The carefully covered sandwich that waited for him.

He didn't want any blondes. He wanted his gorgeous, brunette Wrinkles, and just maybe in the future if he was lucky enough he'd get to have gorgeous little babies with her hair and eyes and personality. He'd never, ever wanted that until now. And then it felt like she was slipping through his fingers with one evening.

She finished her beer, excused herself saying something about jetlag, was sweet and polite and so un-Emmy it hurt, and whispered to him that she was going to bed. The going to bed wasn't a surprised, she was still jetlagged and had been tired before they even got to Australia. She was the first to head to bed every night anyway. But the way she did it worried him.

Even around his family she kissed his head before she left the room to go to bed. It was what they did when there was people around and they couldn't actually kiss because of the comments. She'd move his curls from his forehead and give him a quick kiss there or on his cheek, or if he was sitting she'd kiss the top of his head. When they were alone he'd go to bed with her, but if he was staying up she'd peck his lips and wait for him in bed.

There was none of that. Instead she gave him a tiny, sad smile and squeezed his shoulder. Like they were just friends. Like she didn't share his bed every night. It was like a knife in his back, a kick in the stomach. That was enough to tell him that something was very, very wrong. He didn't expect a kiss, but he never thought that would be it.

It was all his fault, and the second he realised their bedroom light wasn't going on he knew it. She was nothing like his friends, his life was so different to hers, but he wanted his people to love her. He needed them to. He was so used to the way their lives were intertwined that he didn't think. He was so excited to be home and happy to see his friends and introduce them to her that he made the wrong choice. He should have had it at some neutral place, brought her to a bar to meet everyone. The way he'd done it when she met his family, how it was easier because it was a new place for them all. But he took the party to her one safe place in a foreign country and that wasn't fair on her.

It wasn't how he imagined the night ending. All he wanted to do was hold her. That was his plan for the night. Get into bed, hug his girl, steal some kisses, and call it a night. He wasn't even thinking about sex that night, just curling up with Em. He knew she'd be too tired to do anything and he'd probably have too many beers to make it good for her. So he wasn't even going to try to make a move. He'd hold her, sleep drooling into his pillow, and not have the alarm on so he could have a chill morning with her. Dan was too used to going to bed holding his Emmy, falling asleep with her in his arms and her hand against his chest. And then she was gone and he had the biggest hole in his chest knowing he'd ruined it all.

Dan had no idea what to do. He couldn’t kick his friends off the farm telling them his girl wasn’t ok and needed him. Firstly Em wasn’t his girl, not to them. He’d said over and over that they were friends and she was visiting. Nobody truly believed him, but it was the official story. He couldn’t make them leave but his brain was screaming that he needed to go to Em right then. Something was wrong and he needed to fix it. He needed to make sure she was ok. But all he could do was wait and yawn.

"You alright, DR?” One of the guys asked him.

“Yeah, just exhausted. Nightmare of a season if I’m honest. Looking forward to next year! Maybe I’m getting too old now I’m turning 30?” It was a half joke that got a laugh from the assembled guests. Fortunately they took it for what it was and started making their excuses to leave. An hour later he watched the last people leave as he waved. Once those lights were gone from the driveway he ran back to the house as quickly as he could get in.

His heart broke as he opened the bedroom door to find the empty room in complete darkness. When he switched the light on it was even worse, Em’s belongings still there. Her pillow, the blanket she loved, her Snorlax plushie he’d brought her back from Japan, even her Kindle. Only her water bottle and the book she was reading were gone.

It was a punch in the gut to realise the only other room she could be in was his least used guest room. The fact that Emmy thought she needed to stay in another room felt wrong. His room was their room. He’d made sure to decorate it to be similar to their room in London, parcels arriving to the farm the week before they arrived. The fairy lights, the purple curtains, the scented candles, the extra soft sheets and bed linen to make her smile. It was all for them. It was to make Emmy happy and feel like she was at home because in the back of his head there was a hope that it could be their home in the future. Dan had thought it was working, but now it felt like it was falling apart.

It took a few seconds for Dan to get the courage together to knock on the spare room door. He was scared Emmy would tell him to leave, would tell him to go away. But instead there was silence. He knocked again but the same lack of answer was the response so he decided to go in.

The room was in absolute darkness apart from the faint moonlight coming through the window. It was enough that Dan could make out Em resting on the bed, blankets up to her chin. All Dan wanted to do was get into bed with her, to spoon against her and hold her close, but he knew she wouldn’t like that. So instead he walked around to her side and knelt in front of her, stroking a lock of hair falling over her cheek. He didn’t know if she was in the mood for hugs, didn’t know if she wanted anyone, so he didn’t want to do too much. He saw how her eyes were closed and could feel her damp skin under his thumb. Em’s breathing was too even, she wasn’t really asleep.

“Emmy? I know you’re awake Baby girl.” It took a moment for her eyes to open as she looked up at him.

“I was tryna sleep.”

“I know. But why aren’t you in bed?”

“I am.” Her words were short. “This is a bed.”

“It’s not our bed, Beautiful.” She was at least looking at him, but something still wasn’t right. “C’mon back to bed.”

“I’m fine, D. Go on, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You’ve been crying.” She looked like she was about to start crying again, Dan holding her hand and running his thumb along the back of it.

“I’m fine, Dan. I’m fine. I’m just tired, it’s been a long day. Go to bed.”

“Not without you.” He watched as her gaze softened slightly and he just wanted to kiss her to make her smile. “Can I like down here with you and give you a hug?”

“You don’t have to, Dan. We can just go to sleep.”

“But I want to. If you want me to.”

“…That’d be nice.” It took a few seconds for Em to respond and Dan was terrified she’d say no. He’d accept it, but he wouldn’t like it. He got in behind her, pulling Em against his chest. Her whole body was tense as he turned her around so they were in their usual sleeping position. She began to relax as his hand rubbed her back, Em’s head finally resting against his chest.

“You know, Snorlax is all alone in the other room. And our bed is way comfier than this one.” He kept his hand moving as she tensed up again, looking into Dan’s eyes.

“I’m too tired to move.”

“Nobody said you have to move. Trust me?” There was a nod and he pulled her over to the other side of the bed before stepping out. It was easy to pick her up and carry her out to their room, carefully depositing her back in their bed before he got in beside her. “See? Back where we belong and without you needing to move a single one of your cute toes. And back with your fluffy friend.”

It was quiet between them for a few moments, something Dan mostly expected. Whenever Em got like this she always went quiet while she thought. Finally he heard her bare whisper.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t ruin anything, you never could. I’m sorry I invited everyone around and had them all invading your space. I shouldn’t have.”

“Dan.” She leaned up and kissed his jaw to make him smile. “It’s your house and your friends, of course you should have. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. I should have done it differently, we should have gone somewhere else. And believe me when I tell you that you can’t ruin anything. Even if you tried to ruin something you couldn’t.”

“You’re too nice to me.” The hollow way she said it broke a little part of Dan’s heart.

“Emmy I promise. Everyone should be nice to you because you deserve it. You deserve happiness and goodness. And a whole lot of cuddles.”

“Will you cuddle me?” He couldn’t help but hold her even closer at her request.

Dan had no idea which lucky star was looking out for them but it felt like there was a whole constellation instead of just one star. He knew Em wouldn’t do it but he was ready for her to kick him out of the room. Instead he was so damn lucky that he got to hold her while she dozed asleep. He didn’t have the guts to try to explain the comment she’d overheard, he wasn’t going to push his luck, but at least he got to hold her. They could keep going from there.

—

Em couldn’t remember when she actually fell asleep. She was positive that she wouldn’t sleep at all that night, but Dan’s arms around her and his heartbeat under her ear was the best sleeping pill to ever exist. She didn’t know how he did it but he always managed to make her drift off. Even on the worst nights when her brain wouldn’t shut up he did it.

She woke up too early, the sun barely rising and illuminating the room through the blinds. She shot awake at the realisation that Dan wasn’t against her back anymore. At some point in the night she moved from Dan spooning her to her turning around and cuddling into him like she always did. Her face was buried against Dan’s chest, his arms holding her tight, and their legs tangled between each other. She raised her head slightly, Dan grumbling at her moving, and kissed his chest before going back to sleep with him.

The next time she woke up it was full morning. The sun was coming in through slits in the blinds and felt completely opposite to her emotions. She was so exhausted. Em had cried herself to exhaustion, her anxiety and nerves filling her. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed with her book and preferably with Dan cuddling her. But she was so tired she barely even noticed Dan kissing her shoulder and gently leaving her in bed. He was probably just going to the bathroom before coming back to the warmth and cuddle her.

She must have dozed off, she had no idea how long he was gone for, but she woke up to kisses on her cheek and the scratch of his off season stubble against her skin. The smile on her face was automatic. Waking up that way was one of her favourite things in the world, kisses from the man she was falling for were the best feeling and she wouldn’t change it for anything in the universe.Without even thinking Em hugged him back, almost forgetting the words from the evening before. After a horrible night all she needed was Danny. Em just wanted her human weighted blanket over her.

“I made breakfast,” Dan whispered, lips still glued to her skin. “I’ve got your coffee and toast and that jam you like. Figured you wouldn’t want to get up so it’s here whenever you want it.::

“Huh? You didn’t have to do that.” She looked up at him with disbelieving wide eyes. How could he get up to make breakfast and bring it into her after everything that happened? He did it more often than not when they were in England, but she didn’t think he’d do it that morning.

“You always say that, and I always say I do it because I wanna. Are we gonna have this conversation again?”

“No, not really. Thanks for doing it anyway.” She caught him in a kiss but as she went to move he didn’t let her.

“Don’t thank me. Especially considering it’s gonna get cold cause I’m too comfy to move.”

“Dan…”

“Five minutes.”

Like every morning when Dan asked for five minutes in bed with her, those five turned into ten, then fifteen, and then she lost count. It started with kisses against Em’s neck and her hands running along his shoulders and back. But it ended with their clothes somewhere on the floor, fingers laced and moaning each other’s name. Coffee could be reheated, toast could be eaten cold or remade. But none of it mattered when Dan was inside her, whispering how good she felt and how she was the best girl, giving her another reminder that it was still them. Inside the walls of their bedroom it was always going to be them. If that was all she was going to get, it was going to have to be enough. Dan’s groans and gasps helped silence Em’s ghosts for a little while so she took advantage.

The rest of the day involved Dan looking after her while they had a lazy day. A few small excuses, a rescheduled afternoon with his family blamed on hangovers, and they decided to either stay in the bed or on the couch and do nothing. Dan insisted it was payback for the mess of the night before. Em didn’t particularly care about his reasons as long as she was by his side.

It was how they spent their days in Perth, mostly glued to each others sides except for if Dan was going to Michael to start working on a training plan or see his friends. She started to get used to being a part of his life in Australia. Dan made sure that none of the events were at the farm, always at a restaurant or bar unless it was just his family. Every single time they went anywhere Dan whispered in her ear before they went in that she was the one in charge. Say a word and they’d be on the way home. She was trying to fit into his life just like he was trying to keep her safe, and Em couldn’t thank him enough for it.

She was starting to get used to Perth, relaxing more as she spent more time there. But as Christmas got closer she lost her chill. Two days before Christmas she went through the clothes she’d brought with her and none of them were good enough for an event. She had no idea what a Ricciardo Christmas involved, but none of her outfits were right. She had some cute summer dresses, but they were normal everyday things. She’d wear them to the beach or to lunch or maybe even to dinner with Dan’s friends, but not for a proper day. There was nothing formal like what she’d wear to her family’s Christmas dinners that met her mother’s approval.

Em knew Dan would say she looked good in anything she wore, but she was terrified. All she wanted was for them to like her. The idea that Dan’s family might not like her was scary, and she needed to make sure that she was perfect. She couldn’t ruin it over clothing. Em had hidden most of the anxiety she had around being good enough for them but that night it was too much. Her stomach was in knots and she kept fidgeting in bed. The same page was read over and over, but she had no idea what it said. She pretended it was fine until Dan kissed her cheek, pulling her book from her hands as she jumped.

“Emmy what’s wrong?”

“Huh?” She shook her head and looked over at him.

“You haven’t turned the page in like fifteen minutes, you jumped when I kissed your cheek, and your feet keep moving. You’re overthinking. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

“What if they don’t like me? I didn’t bring anything proper to wear because you kept saying it was hot and I don’t look proper. I should have brought something proper with me.”

“If who doesn’t like you?” The concern in his voice made her want to melt.

“Your family, Dan.”

“Emmy…Baby you know they lo-like you already. Mum’s the one who invited you. Isaac absolutely loves you and is obsessed with you, ‘Chelle made a joke that you’re gonna have to have him on your lap when we’re eating. You can wear any of the dresses you’ve been wearing. You look phenomenal in them. I’m gonna wear shorts so you’ll be fine. What’s this about?” Her head spun. Shorts? At Christmas? No no no. What?

“Huh? Not a suit? Or at least trousers and a shirt? You’re wearing shorts?”

“I’m not wearing a fucking suit, it’s summer. It’s way too warm to do that.”

“Oh.”

“We can head out tomorrow, find a new dress for you if you want. But if you want my opinion you should wear that little red one you have, it’s cute. You look good in all your summer dresses, but red is kinda Christmassy, right?”

“But it’s a summer one?”

“And it’s probably gonna be like thirty. What’s wrong with that?”

Her head was filled with the reminder of the year before, of her mother’s glare at the heels Em made herself wear because if she didn’t she’d barely be allowed into the party. But they were only Primark so they weren’t good enough. And she didn’t have many presents for Dan’s family and

“Emmy. What’s up? Talk to me.”

“It’s stupid. But if I didn’t have changes for the different parts of Christmas Day and if I wasn’t wearing a formal dress and heels and men weren’t in suits then it wasn’t acceptable. Plus I only have little presents not proper gifts, I don’t know what to do.”

“Calm down. It’s ok. All you need to do is turn up as yourself, that’s it. We’re having a barbecue and hanging out by the pool cause it’s way too hot for anything else, I promise. We’ll be in swimwear most of the time.”

The next morning Em was still half convinced she should try to have something proper to wear, but Dan convinced her there was no need. If she wanted to go shopping he’d drive her in and help her choose, but she didn’t have to. She didn’t need to do it so his family would like her, they’d like her anyway. Instead it was a morning of soft kisses on the couch to convince her but Em agreed to wear the red dress Dan liked so much. It had a shallow v neck, was knee length, and the fabric had a white floral pattern. Dan insisted it looked wonderful with the soft tan she’d picked up since they got into the country. Pairing it with black slip on sandals meant she’d be ok. She’d look fine.

Which led her to the freak out of how could she appear at Joe and Grace’s home to stay a few nights without bringing anything as a thank you? She couldn’t do that. So they stood in the Cole’s checkout queue for far too long on the 23rd as Dan watched her pick out her baking ingredients. By that evening there was a berry tart and a three layer chocolate cake packaged up in the fridge awaiting delivery with them. It was entirely stress baking, even Dan knew it. But he didn’t make any comments. Instead he sat on the kitchen counter and watched, stealing strawberries and taste testing her concoctions.

Christmas Eve morning arrived and Em wasn’t as nervous as she thought she’d be. The full day of Dan talking to her about how it was going to be alright and everyone was looking forward to see her had helped. There were still nerves, but she was going to spend a couple of nights with people who wanted her there, wear cute clothes, and she had host presents to give as a thanks for being invited. Really she couldn’t wait.

Plus Dan had made it his personal job to make sure that she was completely relaxed that moaning. It started with slow morning sex, Em waking up to kisses along her shoulder and wandering hands. After that a shower for the two of them and waffles with her leftover berries for breakfast really helped, Em fully relaxed. She double checked that the presents were all perfectly wrapped and packed to go, and after lunch she decided to finally start getting ready for heading over.

Dan was sitting on the side of the bed switching between watching her put makeup on and fiddling with his phone. She knew she wanted to look mostly natural but she put a red lip on to go with her dress. She was put together and ready to go. She could do this. It was going to be good. As soon as she opened her lipstick up Dan spoke.

“You know red’s a risky colour when you consider I’m definitely stealing kisses under the mistletoe.”

“The package says it’s kiss proof. You’ll be fine stealing a peck.”

“Ah my sweet, innocent Emmy. You thinkI’m gonna steal just one little peck?” He grinned and kissed her briefly but filthily, tongue slipping between her lips as Em kissed him back.

“That’s the last one, your entire family will be around.”

“And?”

“And that means your family and kids. So no.”

“We’ll find somewhere, you’re not gonna make me go a full day without a kiss.” He pursed his lips at her but Em ignored them, focusing on making sure her liner was perfect and her lipstick matched it.

“You know you’re ridiculous, right?” It was supposed to be a joke, but he got the look on his face that she knew meant he’d done something.

“Talking about ridiculous, actually-“

“Daniel what did you do?” He went to his side of the wardrobe, pulling out a red glittery box from behind some bedsheets.

“Before you say anything, I did nothing. It was all Santa. Not me.” He handed Em the box and she looked up at him carefully. They’d agreed that he wasn’t getting her a present this year because he’d paid for her flights to Austin and Perth. She never wanted him to ever think that she was friends with him because of his money. None of it mattered to her.

“Dan we said.”

“I know. But it was Santa. And he couldn’t give this to you in front of everyone so it had to be now.”

“What have you done?”

She opened the box he’d handed her carefully, lifting the lid and pulling back two layers of tissue paper to reveal the gifts. The main one was some of the most beautiful lingerie she’d ever seen in her life. It was sage green and lacy, the fabric soft against her finger. The corset wasn’t a proper one, not boned but she knew it’d look amazing. A pair of stockings at the bottom of the box made her realise how perfect it would be.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted—“

“Oh this is pretty. This is really, really pretty.” She lifted the underwear out to let the lace catch the light, admiring the design through it.

“You like it??” Dan sounded nervous.

“I really like it. I mean, I could wear it Boxing Day when we get b…what’s this?” As she moved tissue paper a smaller box she hadn’t realised was there hit off her fingers. Em picked it up and looked at the sleek silver lettering. For her pleasure. When she opened the box there was a light lavender vibrator in the black box. A charging cable was neatly beside it along with a dust bag.

“Look if you don’t wanna use it, it’s fine. If you want to pretend that you never saw it and throw it away, that’s completely fine. But we were talking and you said you’d never tried one, so I thought why not? It could be an option for you.”

Em’s cheeks were on fire as she realised that Dan was doing it for her. She’d barely made it through the awkward conversation when he’d asked her what she liked in bed. It was impossible to explain how bad her sex life had been before him. She’d never thought it was, but the way he acted when she said it was ok for him to not worry about her orgasms had soon taught her the opposite. She still remembered the way Gregory looked at her when she said she wasn’t enjoying their sex life. Now she knew he’d been with Millie that entire time when he insisted she was enjoying herself.

She forced herself out of her thoughts, staring at Dan. He looked worried and she forced a smile. His face relaxed when he realised she was ok.

“Will you use it with me?” She felt like her body was about to rip apart from shakes and nerves as she got the words out but Dan’s grin made it worth it.

“Absolutely. We can do it right now.”

“We have to go to your parents, so when we get back. And thank you. But Dan you didn’t have to. I don’t need presents, you paid for my flights. That was enough.”

“I mean I think it’s technically more for us than just you, so it’s fine. Right?” She grinned at him and leaned against his shoulder for a moment before getting up.

“Get dressed or you’ll be late.” Em started to fix her makeup as Dan looked at her.

“Can I watch you get dressed first?”

“No touching, but you can.”

“You’re killing me here, woman!” It hurt to not just sit in his lap and kiss him but they were already starting to be late. She couldn’t be late for a visit that involved staying over.

As a little nod to his request, Em slicked on a light pink lipstick instead of the red one she planned on wearing before putting on her red dress. The no touching rule was ignored the second she moved past Dan. Instead he squeezed her butt and kissed her neck before going to get changed. As promised he was casual, one of his party shirts, a pair of shorts, and Vans. Effortlessly handsome as normal and Em was jealous of how good his slightly longer curls and stubble looked.

If she was honest to herself all she wanted to do was take her dress off, get rid of the stupidly expensive shirt he was wearing and spend the day kissing him. Ask him to use the new toy sitting in the box. But they couldn’t. They needed to get going. When they were about to head out the door Dan decided to steal a kiss. It was supposed to be just one final one, but it turned into two. Then three. Then Em was pinned against the wall, hands running through Dan’s hair as his hands gripped her hips and waist. She pushed her lips to wherever she could reach, kissing up the bridge of his nose and along his cheeks.

Em would never admit it in a month of Sundays to him, but it was the right decision to not wear the red lipstick. Her whole face would be red. They needed to go. Get in the car and leave, but he was addictive. It was one of the things she adored about him and sometimes hated, how hard he was to leave behind. Every time they said it was the last one there was just one more.

She knew they wouldn’t be able to do this for another two days. The plan was to stay with Grace and Joe for Christmas Eve and Day, so they could be around all the family for the festivities before coming back on Boxing Day. Which meant no touching or kissing, and she couldn’t say no to the last make out session for 48 whole hours. She giggled at Dan’s expression as he moved away, Em using her thumb to clean the sheen of lipstick from his lip.

The one thing she didn’t expect was Dan grabbing her hand when they walked to his truck, and holding it again in between shifting gears while he was driving. It had never been a thing for them until they arrived in Perth. They’d been grocery shopping and picking up last minute presents in a crowded supermarket, everyone out to prepare for the season. Out of the blue there were fingers linking hers, Dan holding her hand while they walked through the aisles. His fingers interlaced with hers until they got to the checkout, and then went back as they walked back to the truck.

Grabbing someone’s hand for a moment in a crowded place was fine. Friends did that in busy places so they didn’t lose each other, especially when one of them was new to a place. You don’t lace your fingers with them. And Em couldn’t bring herself to let it go while she tried to ignore the size difference or how good it felt.

She really did try not to think about it, but it was impossible while his thumb rubbed lazy circles against her skin. He was soft and warm and his long fingers were one of her favourite things in the world. Sitting in the car then she could admit it to herself, she loved him. She loved the way he made her feel about herself almost as much as she loved him. And then the playlist flipped over and a grin spread across her face while she heard the opening fiddle strains of Our Song.

Em didn’t even need to say anything. All she did was look over as Dan was intently staring at the road with a grin on his face to know he did it deliberately. He’d learned pretty early on that a surefire way to cheer her up was to put Taylor on. Em could still never thank him enough for that night in Philadelphia when they’d gotten to see Our Song live without the band. It had been magical. Dan started to sing along with his exaggerated accent to make her giggle. There was nobody else for her, all she could focus on was being happy. The nerves, the worry faded away as she sung with hi, and collapsed into giggles when they finished. Em sang it looking over at him, watching how he grinned and shimmied in his seat as they drove the road back to the city instead of staying out at the countryside. All she wanted was to kiss him silly and start her Christmas Day sharing a bed with him. It’d still be worth it, but it was weird.

She may not have gotten a Christmas Eve kiss from her favourite member of the family, but Isaac wouldn’t let her go and kept kissing her cheek. He insisted on sitting next to her at dinner, Dan on Em’s other side. Dan casually ran his hand along her thigh under the table cloth as they all ate. She joked and laughed along with everyone, getting Isaac to eat his veggies thanks to the joy of stealing from Auntie Emmy’s plate and not even realising what was happening.

The best part about the meal was nobody judged her for her plate of food. Everyone else was eating the Feast of the Seven Fishes, plates piled with seafood that she didn’t particularly enjoy. Instead Grace had handed her a plain one, with pasta and sauce and cheese. She smiled when she got it, getting a “enjoy”.

There was no pressure on Em to try new things. The serving platters were spread on the table for people to take what they liked. If she wanted something and it looked good to her she could have it. If she liked it, great. If not Dan was happy to eat off her plate. Once they started talking and sharing drinks she couldn’t remember why she was so nervous. She knew the Ricciardo’s. She’d spent days with them, relaxing and watching Dan race. This was just another dinner like the ones they’d had before, except here they had a celebration as an excuse.

When dessert came around Grace brought out Em’s cake and tart, placing them in the centre of the table.

“Em made these, so I’m saving the pav for tomorrow. I hadn’t put it together and these are fresh!” Grace announced as she handed out bowls, Joe cutting into the cake first and showing the layers. It was congratulations and compliments towards Em, Isaac grinning as he ate his tart. It felt strange to get complimented for what she’d done by people. Usually she stayed quiet and in the background because she didn’t want to speak too loudly.

Even with the worry that someone would ask questions Em could feel herself relaxing beside Dan. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair, hugging around her shoulders like it was nothing. She wanted to move away but she couldn’t, Isaac on her lap before she lifted him and carried him into the living room for Christmas Eve presents. They settled in on the sofa, Isaac waking up a bit more and looking around.

Em wasn’t expecting anything. They’d welcomed her into their home, offered her somewhere to stay and it was more than she thought. But as stockings were handed out Joe offered one over to her.

“Everyone gets a stocking. We guessed on the pjs, apologies if they’re too big.” She smiled as she opened it, Isaac handed back to Michelle so Em could open it. Inside was new shorts pjs with red and black checkers, shampoo and conditioner, and a mixture of sweets. There was also a new notebook and a smooth writing pen. She couldn’t believe it. It was presents chosen specifically for her. The tiny little gold E in the bottom right corner of the notebook cover proved that for her. It was the middle of summer, she was in Australia for Christmas, and there was a group of people together who genuinely liked each other and somehow liked her. It didn’t feel real.

As midnight hit it was hugs and congratulations, everyone heading towards their rooms as they were shooed away with the promise that Santa was on his way so everyone had to go to bed. For the first time in far too long she didn’t have to suppress a shudder as someone who wasn’t Dan hugged her, smiling at Grace and Joe and returning the hug. Michelle and her husband got a one armed one that she gave willingly. It felt magical. And it wasn’t weird that the biggest hug was from Dan. She wouldn’t kiss him in front of everyone, but once everyone was going to bed he followed her into the guest room she was staying in.

“Two hands or the hug doesn’t count, right?” Em asked as he pulled her into a hug. His head leaned against hers and Em pushed her head into the spot where his neck and shoulder met. Alone she was able to run her hands along his warm back, pulling him close as Dan nodded and squeezed her waist. “That’s my huggy boy.”

As he hugged she didn’t want to let go, holding onto him in the privacy. Dan pushed kisses to the top of her head and her shoulder as much as he could. Em was just glad to have him there. He made things easier for her. She’d come with him and been so nervous but it was easy with him. Terrifying, but easy. She looked up at him and saw the smile, reaching up on her toes to kiss him.

The smile on Dan’s face as he realised what was going on and what she was doing would sustain Em forever. He was contagiously happy as they kissed, and Em was so close to telling him everything. But for the first time in years she was going to have a good Christmas and she couldn’t say no. She couldn’t ruin that on herself. So she held onto him as he kissed the top of her head and pretended everything was fine. She could do it.

“You need to go back,” Em whispered, afraid of breaking the spell between them.

“Can I stay here?”

“You need to go. What if your parents find out?”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll go back to my room early in the morning. Please?” She couldn’t resist him and he knew that.

“Fine.” It was one more kiss before she went to get her pjs on. They were curled up in bed and Em heard him barely whisper.

“Merry Christmas, Emmy.”

“Merry Christmas, Dimples. Thanks for inviting me tonight,” she murmured before pushing a kiss to his shoulder and cuddling in to sleep.

“Any time, Wrinkles. It’s gonna be the first of many.”

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[daddysuga101]

One day soon....

Suguru Geto x Fem reader

Warnings: Love fucking, breeding kink, Suguru is a bad guy, Readers first time, possesive behavior, Suguru and reader are both lowkey codependent

Red light runs over the expanse of your closed eye lid and you find yourself groaning at it's intrusion.

You blink your eyes open weakly to find you are no longer half dead on a battle field but now in a semi comfortable bed. You groan trying to sit up, it hurts.

Everything hurts, like god himself ran you over with a train 40 different times. You groan in pain when a jolt of a memory hits you harder than the ache your body has.

The memory of Suguru being there. You didn't think he'd be there. It felt too soon to see him. Sure you knew the odds of running into him or any of his people weren't zero but god you were thrown off guard when you saw him.

That lapse in logical thinking is how you ended up here, tired and bruised, all because of his men that did this to you.

Which is his fault by proxy.

Damn him.

Damn Surguru Geto.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet.” A voice says freezing you where you are. “But you always were pretty resilient." Suguru says taking a seat next to you.

You stare at him wide eyed in shock that he was here. Fuck he was here. You weren't ready for this.

He wordlessly brings a water bottle to your lips urging you to drink. You didn't wanna drink, but your throat was so dry you had too. You release a shakey sigh as the cool liquid runs down your throat. Suguru watches you carefully seemingly ready to fetch you more water if need be.

"I'm fine." You say, your voice rather hoarse. He nods putting the water away on the night stand.

"It's good that you can talk. I was worried it’d be a minute before you could. That was quite the hit you took you know? Thought you died on me for a second." Suguru tried joked but there's no humor behind his words. You try to sit up on your elbows once again, your head throbbing as you did so.

"Would it matter? It'd be one less person in your way of global dominonation. Should've just killed me. Could have made your whole life a lot easier." You say dryly, bitterly. Surguru’s eyebrows furrow.

"Dont say something like that-."

"Where are we Suguru?" You asked seriously. He runs a hand through his hair.

"A hotel, more like motel I guess. After you got hurt, I brought you here to rest." He tells you.

"Does anyone know were here?"

"Of course not." He says with a small chuckle. "No, no one knows." You nod. You're not sure why you aren't terrified of him right now. Maybe it's the fact he's staying a reasonable distance from you or the fact you spent 7 years of your life growing up together. Either way you weren't scared.

Not like you should be that scared anyway. You weren't the type of people he wanted gone, plus it was his goons that attacked you and your friends anyway.

"I know you're probably pissed right now but I assure you, you were only collateral. You were never meant to be hurt by any of my guys." Geto says seemling honest as he hands sits onto the bed. You don't look at him choosing instead to stare at the wall.

Anything is better than looking at him.

“What happened to the guy that did this to me?” You asked not sure you wanted to really know the answer.

“He was delt with.”

“You killed him.” You accuse.

“Yes.” He agrees. There's not the smallest hint of regret in his voice at his confession. Not a shred of remorse for the life he took so carelessly.

That man who hurt you wasn't good, but the idea of Suguru killing him for hurting you feels like you're responsible for his death by proxy and well...

Well, that doesn't feel very good.

"Y/n." He says his voice barely not a whisper. The wall still seems very interesting so you don't look away from it. But when Suguru grabs your chin and turns your head towards him it's like your body can't stop itself from complying.

His long hair is down covering his bare shoulders. He's half naked, his torso exposed while his lowerbody is covered by thin pajama pants. His eyes are dark and piercing, the kind of eyes that reach into your soul and rip something out everytime they lock with your own.

"Are you leaving again?" It’s a stupid question you know it because you know he will. He can't stay. He was never going to stay. Hell, it's not like he'd even be with you right now if you weren't hurt.

"You know I have to."

You scoff pushing your covers off trying to get to your feet. You don't wanna be here anymore.

Not with him. Looking at him feels like a million spikes being lodged into the void of your heart he once filled.

"Sit back down you are not well enough." Suguru ordered, you tilt your head at him and scoff.

"I'm sorry to be the one who tells you this but you don't get to tell me what to do. Not after what you did." You say stubbornly but when you stand, the dizziness is too much and makes you sit back down almost immediately.

"I apologize that you were caught in the cross fire Y/n seriously, I had no idea you'd even be there." He says.

"Don't apologise. I don't need a babysitter Suguru. And I'm not some weak helpless damnsal who needs you to look after her despite what you might think.

The silence between you is deafening it's thick, like a block of invisible ice separating the two of you. You lie back down, your back now to Suguru. But still very keenly aware of his presence.

It's been only a month since Suguru killed his parents and went off on his own to 'cleanse' the world of non-sorcerers.

You remember it so vividly, the day he came stumbling into your dorm covered in blood. You remember freaking out asking if he was all right. And him telling you had nothing to worry about because it wasn't his. You remember how he told you about his master plan.

How he was going to fix this world. He confessed he murdered his parents. He confessed to wanting all non sorcerers dead.

He wanted you to understand, to somehow empathize with him and his logic. But he knew when your eyes filled with tears and you stared at him like he was a monster that you wouldn't come with him.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know if you would but that wasn't the time to ask. But when could it be?

He terrified you in that moment. He wasn't Suguru. Polite, thoughtful Suguru. He was scary.

He was evil.

Your eyes weld at the memory of him leaving your room. He didn't hurt you. But he was hurt. You could tell. A lone tear spilled from your eye but you quickly wiped it.

This wasn't how you're reuion was supposed to go. You hoped one day he'd come back, go to prison for his crimes and redeem himself the best he could.

But that was a pipe dream and you knew it.

Another tear falls and you can't hold back your sobs anymore.

You began crying harder and harder your body rocking with the force of your cries. You feel the mattress dip and warm body presses against  your back wrapping strong arms around you.

This gesture makes you cry more because it reminds you of the innocence he once had as that ignorant bright eyed boy.

And even though this touch feels like him. That boy he once was is gone.

You cry some more as Suguru rubs and pets you until you finally stop shaking.

It's really dark out now. The silence no longer filled by your sobs or sniffiles. Only the low hum of the old motel air conditioning is what keeps the room from being dead quiet.

"You said I thought you were weak. That isn't what I think you know?" Geto says into the dark still room. You let out a shuddered breath your hands squeezing down on Sugurus forearm, your nails pressing into the pale expanse of his skin .

You hold onto him so hard.

You hold onto him like he'll fly away if you let go and you know he will go soon. He'll leave you again, abandon you, and all you can do is patheticly hold into him, hoping he cares enough about you to stay. To fix his mistakes.

"I don't know what you think anymore." You say finally. Geto let's out a sigh his hold tightening around your waist.

This is different. Such a forgien feeling. Suguru and you hardly if ever touched because that's just not how the two of you were. You were so close but the only time you can remember him holding you like this was after a particularly dangerous mission you went on that nearly costed you your life.

You remember returning home battered and bruised and you remember Suguru wordlessly pulling you into a tight embrace holding you like if he let go you'd fall apart.

But this hug. It's a hug not familiar to the two of you. It's so intimate and naked. It makes you feel like his trying to absorb you. Like he trying to crawl into your skin.

"Look at me."

"Suguru." You whispered, his head lying on your shoulder. As he tells you again.

"Look at me." You do this time. Turning your body around to finally face him properly for the first time tonight.

"You have to know. You have to know I'm leaving but not because I want to. It's because I have too. For our friends. For our families." He pauses. "For us."

"For us." You repeat. You like the word 'us' in terms of you and Suguru. It slips off your lips like a prayer you've prayed a thousand times. But it's not real.

"There is no us Suguru. Not when you're about to abandon me again, not when you're about to do more bad things." You say pulling from his warm embrace. A weak part of you wants to run back into his arms but you don't. Instead you stand to your feet ignoring your bodies protest, and storm out the motel room all but slamming the door behind you.

You feel new warm tears fill your eyes as you lean against the balcony railing. Tears forming so hot, and heavy in your eyes.

The door to the motel room opens behind you and you see him approach you in a vending machine reflection. His shirt is on now just unbuttoned. You watch him, watch you through the reflection tilting his head in earnest.

"Someone once told me that to be happy i’d have to chase after the things and people that made me happy." Suguru says. "That was you. You told me that."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that deep down you understand. Even if this hurts you know why I'm doing it. I'm doing it for you." Suguru says approaching you closer.

"You’re doing it for yourself."

"I'm doing this for a better tomorrow. So our children live in violent free world. So their kids won't even know what suffering is. That's the world I want." He says his large hands circling your waist the second time tonight making your breath hitch.

"And I will carve out every worthless non-sorcerer monkey I have to to achieve that."

"You can't do that to innocent people!” You say turning to finally face him. And now that you wished you hadn't, because the way he stares down at you. The way he makes you feel small yet so big all at once. The way his gaze breaths life into your lungs is intoxicating.

But he's not good.

It's so hard to condemn him when your heart beats fast in your chest. Your soul wanting him, knowing him.

"What about innocent sorcerers that have to fight those curses because of non-shamens? What about our lives? I'm tired of watching people I love die Y/n. And so help me god, if I can help it. You won't die by the hands of a curse." His hand raises up to cup your check in a gentle touch that warms your heart so much you might die.

"You'll grow old and your skin will wrinkle. Your smile lines will be more prominent because you would have lived a long life." He says his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze. He looks at you like you're a diamond in a world of mud. His thumb caresses your face so soft, and so gentle as he places a kiss on your lips.

You gasp into his mouth. It's no secret you wanted him or that you were attracted to him. But this kiss somehow feels cruel. To give you something you've longed for knowing you'll never have it again.

The kiss distracts you from all of that though. Just for a second.

His lips are soft and firm against your own as he steals this kiss from you. You don't push him away you let his lips caress your own. You let his hand get curious and rest on your hips. But other than that the kiss is so gentle, it breaths a promise of forever into you.

It almost makes you sick because it's not forever. And you both know that.

At that thought. Your face warms with desire and anger.

“Come with me.” He says. You shake your head.

“You know I can't.” You tell him.

“Then wait for me, wait for me to make it all better. Wait for me to come back to you.” He begs. You shake your head your heart breaking in your chest.

"Youre abandoning me again." You cry patheticly.

"I'm not abandoning you Y/n. I'm making you the life you deserve. But you can come with me. We can do this together we can build this world together.”

You shake your head.

"I didn't ask for this Suguru. And you keep saying you need to build a better world for me. For our future. But this..this choice you're making. This isn't for me..its for you." You say firmly. He opens his mouth to speak but you push passed him heading to the motel room and grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

You turn to leave, Suguru standing right behind you his eyes holding an uncharacteristic desperation in them.

"Please. Don't do this."

"Suguru."

"Please. Please." He begs, following you to the door effectively blocking it.

"Move Suguru." You say.

"Please, just please! Okay please don't leave yet I'm not ready to lose you yet." He says softly. And almost so pathetic you want to hold him forever as he cries. But you deserve more. You deserve better.

"You’re leaving anyway. And you know I won't come with you. What difference does it make if I leave your first?” You ask, he swallows harshly his eyes filling with tears. His lips form a small pout and he falls to his knees in front of you. His arms hugging your waist like a child who was told he couldn't get a toy from the store.

He cries so hard his soaks the front of your battered uniform. He pleads and cries and asks you to just stay the night because you both know when you leave you won't see him, not for a while anyway.

"I know I'm leaving soon. And I know you're angry because in your eyes, I’ve made some fucked up choices. And I hurt you. I didn't want to Y/n I swear to god." He said sobs still racking his body. You felt bad.

You hated seeing him sad. It killed you.

He knew it killed you because it killed him to feel like this. If you walked away he'd die. He wanted, no, needed you to choose him.

"Please stay. Please Y/n." He cried. Your own tears started spilling as Suguru stood to his feet once again, his eyes staring at you with a thousand thoughts behind them.

He kisses you again. His hands no longer as reluctant and gentle as before, but more forceful and agitated. He feels you through your clothes. He gropes and pulls on your body parts like he'll die if he doesn't.

His lips carve the memory of their softness into the cells of your skin sucking and biting your neck. Hoping if you do choose humanity over him, you'll never forget him or his touch.

"Stop Suguru." You patheticly say, not really sure you mean it. He ignores you, pulling you to the old more than likely filthy bed making you straddle his lap. He's kissing you again rougher still. More desperate.

His hands are on your hips grinding your lower body into his. He wants you to feel that he is growing under his pajama pants. And you do. God you do.

"I'm not perfect. And I know you fucking hate me for what I did. But if you walk away now, I won't be able to have you back. So please." He whispered his hands roaming your shape like he needs to memorize it before it's gone.

His hands are groping the flesh of your breasts and ass over your clothes. His face is flushed with a desire you've never really seen from him before.

Lust.

No not lust. Something scarier than lust.

Something you two can't admit to yourselves, least it hurt too much.

His eyes plead up at you so innocently, that his hands fondeling you feels almost as innocent as a gentle touch. His hands on your breasts feel like a soft kiss on the forehead.

Only Suguru Geto could make you feel like that. Only he could touch you like this and make you feel all dirty yet so pure. And you hate your body and your mind and your fucking self for how bad you want to never have him let go. You want him to hold you so tight it suffocates and kills you.

He rolls you on your back kissing you again. You've never been kissed like this before and it scares you. It scares you how your legs part to accommodate him as lies in between them kissing your lips like it's his god given right to do so.

There's only fabric between the two of you. He's hard and heavy in his pants and you're hot and tight needing to be filled by him.

He pulls away his hair falling over the two of you as he looks down at you his face flushed.

"I'm getting too excited." He says stopping his menstruations on your body. "You have to tell me to stop because if you don't. I won't be able to hold back."

You look at him. His breath shallow and his face so beautiful. How could you refuse him?

"I don't want you to hold back." You admit in a whisper. His breath hitches and he kisses you yet again. He strips your shirt off his eyes going wide like a 13 year old boy seeing bare boobs online for the first time.

You wanna cover yourself from his intense gaze, but he catches your wrist as it moves to cover your exposed chest.

“Don’t you ever hide this perfect body from me.” He says seriously. You close your eyes in embarrassment as he grabs at your tits. Slapping them around, lifting them up and watching them fall back into place. He watches in awe at how sexy they look. How cute your nipples look, all hard and needing a warm mouth around them. God you had no idea how bad he just wanted to play with them for hours.

But he needs more and so do you. Which is why once he forces his attention from your tits his hands move down your body more or less ripping your panties off to begin rubbing your clit.

You yelp, grabbing his wrist but he doesn't let up.

"You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. You have no idea how much self control it took me to not put my cock in you all these years." He admits. You moan as his rubs your clit so hard and so fast you know you won't last.

"But it was more than me wanting to fuck you. I cared about you. I still do." He tells you, pulling his cock out of his pants. He gives his hard erection a few tugs lining it up with your enterance kissing you again before pushing inside you.

You both moan. The sound sounds as if it's being forced out of you both like the two of you couldn't hold it back if you tried. Suguru rested his head in the crook of your neck his hips snapping into your own at a firm steady pace.

"So fucking warm baby." He praises breathlessly. You want to compliment him too but the drag of his cock in you makes it hard to even think.

"So perfect. You were made for me. You fit me like a puzzle piece. Made to take my cock, to take my seed." He says the last part a little quieter. Like he's embarrassed by how the idea of you baring his kids gets him excited.

"No way you're knocking me up asshole." You tried to joke but it came out as more of a breathy moan. He chuckled.

"You wouldn't stop me though. Because you want it too." You don't respond to his accusation because truthfully you don't know what to say to that.

Suguru doesn't notice they way you begin contemplating the idea of having a family with him. He just keeps rutting into you a small smile growing on his lips at a thought.

"Hey, if I get you pregnant you'll be stuck with me. Tied to me forever, right? I might just fuck my cum inside if that'll make you mine. I wanna put a kid in you that looks like me. I want it to remind you of me." Suguru confesses his thrusts becoming more violent and rough.

"I wanna see these tits full of milk. I wanna suck on them when they get full and sore. I wanna watch our kid start to resemble you as it gets older."

"I wanna look at them and think 'they look just like their momma'" Suguru says softly. So softly it feels wrong.

It feels wrong because he's not fucking you like a doting husband who wants you to bare his kids. He's fucking you like you're his personal porn star made for his cock.

But they way he speaks. The way he looks down at you.

It's like this is more than just a good fuck.

It's like you're lovers on their honey moon trying to get pregnant. But you aren't lovers, and you aren't on your honey moon. You're just two horny people saying goodbye with their bodies in the most intimate way.

"Am I your first?" He asks abruptly. You nod biting your lip. You didn't think you’d loss it like this but you also aren't mad he's the one that's taking it. It was always his after all.

He smiles so wide at this revelation, so creepily it almost scared you but he kisses your fear away.

"Y/n, when you leave me tonight, you should know that while I'm gone. If you let another man inside you like this. If you let another man put his naked cock in you just like mine is in you right now, their dead. Their fucking dead, I'll skin them alive. Rip them limb from limb slowly, and make them suffer for touching you." Suguru says. A part of you wants to think he's joking or just in the moment, but you know he's telling the truth. The way he's looking at you.

You know he wants to claim you.

He wants to own you.

"Maybe I should find a way to put a cursed seal on this pussy. Keep men away from it. Keep it nice and aching for me till I get back. Make sure it stays just for me." Suguru says.

"I won't let anyone else Sugu! Just you, I won't let anyone else touch me." You say kissing Suguru. You feel his hips stutter as he eyes roll back.

There's an evolutionary, animalistic, masculine need to breed you coursing through his veins. To fuck his cum so deep its absorbed into you. He wants that.

He meant it when he said he wanted to get you pregnant. He wants to see what your baby would look like. He wants to watch you nurse and help you raise it.

But he can't have that now.

But not in this world.

Not this world of curses and weaknesses caused by non-sorcerers. But a world of strength and human advancement. That's the world he wants your kid to live in.

So reluctantly and bitterly he pulls his cock out and spurts hot cum all over your naked stomach. He quickly starts licking and sucking your pussy pushing you over the edge too. He loves how when you cum you drench him in your essence.

He's so grateful for it. He just wants to lick and suck your pussy till his mouth has your taste burned in his mind.

He wants you to be burned in his mind.

He sighs licking his lips as his fingers spread his now cold cum over your belly with one phrase in his head in his head.

In sometime soon. Maybe not today or tomorrow or even the next five years. He'll build the world you deserve.

He rests his tired body on top of yours as he kisses your cheek his hand resting over your womb.

'One day.'

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[ashlynredonovitch]

Hello! I love your work! Wondering if I could request a Wonka fic where y/n is having a panic attack and willy finds her and helps her through it! then noodle comes in and they all have a lil family moment ^_^ (willy and y/n are platonic!)

Hi anon! thank you so much for the request! Sorry they have now taken a while longer to get out. My whole family was hit with the flu, including me, and I'm not able to write much because I just keep getting headaches. Hope you like the story!

Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, slight mention of a possible ED if you squint, malnourishment

Hope you enjoy!! :)

Panic

I just finished folding more of the laundry after it finally dried, thankfully finished after the long day of doing laundry with the wash crew. We had taken so long that Scrubitt and Bleacher hadn’t let us eat for an extra hour and a half, and since we still hadn’t gotten it done, I took the rest of the load so the others could go eat. Noodle would bring me my dinner later anyway if I didn’t eat. 

It was my fault anyway, I just was going slow today. I was on barrel duty for the majority of the day, and if the first step of the laundry is slow….the rest of it is slow as well. So I automatically felt bad that I was the reason for withholding everyone’s dinner. 

Scrubitt hadn’t let me eat though, so I would just have to wait for Noodle to bring me my food in a couple hours when she could sneak it in. I was craving something though. It gets worse if I’m thrown in the coop because then you don’t get anything at all. At least I’ll have a chance tonight. If only Willy was here. Him and Noodle are getting more milk for his chocolates while they had a chance to escape before roll call. 

I knew the panic was building up, but it just felt like I could ignore it. The feeling in my stomach from how hungry I was felt like a gnawing pain, I couldn’t even focus as I just collapsed in the corner of my small room. My mind a a million thoughts, but I probably couldn’t even try to name one, all of my focus was on the half-tempting smell of the food my fellow workers were consuming. 

I hate crying, I hate it. The feeling in my chest as it gets tighter and tighter to the point I can’t breathe, I hate the feeling of uncontrollable tears that can’t stop. For some reason though, I can’t, there are no tears. Just painful attempts at a breath. 

“She’s in there. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’m worried,” I hear Piper say as I heard two sets of footsteps down the narrow hallway, oh, it couldn’t be. I’d be too lucky. 

A light knock was on my door, but I couldn’t even begin to try to lift my head up. 

“Y/n?” The voice questioned through my door, before gently opening it. It was apparently my lucky day. “Hey what’s going on?”

“I- I can’t-” I started before my own breathing stopped me. It felt like I was being choked. 

Willy looked concerned as he examined every inch of my face, or what I could tell from where my head was on my knees. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay. Noodle, go grab a towel!” He hollered as I could see that he tried to reach out to put his hand on my shoulder. 

Apparently once he felt my trembling shoulders he decided I wasn’t well, even without me answering. As Noodle ran in with a towel, Willy instructed her to put water on it. “You’re trembling terribly, here take this.” He offered me his plum-colored tailcoat as he put it over my shoulders, as I stayed curled up in the ball. 

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper out as he tried to loop his arms under me to help me stand. 

“Of course, you know I’d do anything to help you, y/n.” He says earnestly as he guides me over to my small bed. “Here, get under the covers.”

He instructed Noodle to do something else gets that I couldn’t hear. Which I soon would understand as Noodle rushed in with the extra blanket from Willy’s own bed, as he laid it across me. It finally felt like my chest wasn’t being weighted down with a boulder, the comfort of my friend greatly easing my mind. However….

“Y/n, have you eaten anything today?” Noodle hurriedly asked when she stopped. That’s when Willy looked frantically over at me as well, as he sat on my bed. 

“No, I made everyone fall behind earlier, so Scrubitt wouldn’t let me eat.” I say as the tears started to slow, hopefully the last of the bunch as Willy slowly massaged my scalp with his hand. 

“I’m gonna go fix that, I’ll be right back.” She said as she skidded across the floor. 

Not before I let out a quiet “don’t get thrown in the chicken coop” causing the man behind me to let out a quiet laugh. 

“I was really scared when Piper said you isolated yourself in here.” Willy told me, as I tried to look up at him from where I was laying. 

“Sorry,” I told him nonchalantly, I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. 

“Don’t you dare apologize, you were having a panic attack, I just got worried. How about after you get some actual food in you, I’ll make your favorite chocolate to cheer you up?” He asked as he continued to rub my head. 

I smiled as I felt the other muscles in my body relaxed, “that sounds really nice.”

“You’re safe now, y/n, Noodle is going to get you dinner, and then we’ll find some funny combination for tonight’s chocolate.” He smiled at me as I listened to him talk, nodding my head at his eagerness. Never had someone been able to help me through an attack that quickly. Even though it had felt like hours, Willy just had a certain charm about him that made it easy to relax. At least now I know someone is there to help me should the need arise again.

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[noroi1000]

HI! I'm the one who asked if your request is open ^^

I'm just want to know how would it be if the mc/reader is the one who defected not suguru. How would both of them react. Thank you so much!

I've been reading you on AO3 and I'm so glad I found your tumblr too!

- 💫

Wild Animal

Summary: You were always their best friend. You were so tiny to them. You could fight; you were a sorcerer. But to make them smile at you again, you took their bad thoughts to make them smile. Instead of letting Suguru kill someone, you did it.

Warnings: mentions of death

You were so close to your friends. You were sometimes cute to them, sometimes funny. Sometimes pretty. Shoko has told you more than once that they like you. But how can a girl who is their friend fight for their hearts? Besides, you could never choose between them.

Even though you were starting to see that they were getting closer to you, much closer than to the others, you didn't want to do anything that would change your current life.

You were so docile to them. Even though you were strong enough with your technique to fight any of them. There's a reason why, when they were grade 1, you were grade 2. And then you were promoted to semi-grade 1. You were getting closer to them. And that was the point. When you are at the same level, you will be just like them!

You won't be weaker, and you won't be stronger.

But you were docile to them. You internally liked the feeling of them smiling at you so softly. And you were docile and sweet.

That's why Satoru said several times that you are like a cat. And Suguru confirmed it. To them, you were so docile.

Docile animals don't attack without reason, right? They won't do anything wrong, right?

After the mission with Riko, you collected their negative emotions for you.

You collected it, making them stop thinking about it.

They told you absolutely everything. Including their inner thoughts about it.

Right after everything that happened, thanks to Satoru, you understood what death is. He told you what it felt like to die. And you could have listened to him and hugged him.

Satoru understood that he was strong and that he had to protect weaker people. He is higher than others. And as someone stronger, he can keep them safe.

He understood something he had previously rejected.

But Suguru...

It was Suguru who knew the role of the sorcerer from the very beginning. That the sorcerer must protect non-sorcerers from curses.

But then... Suguru didn't know what was right or wrong anymore.

You hugged him and calmed him down. You did everything to make him forget about what happened.

You took his negative emotions for you too. You comforted him and told him not to think like that. You convinced him to smile. To live as it was before and not think about what had to happen anyway. He could fight, but someone would still lose his life.

Luckily, it wasn't him who died...

When you managed to see Satoru smile, Suguru wasn't smiling in any way.

„Why do sorcerers have to protect people?”

"Why do we have to protect them even if they are the ones creating the curses?"

„Why can't we eliminate the source of what is killing us?"

„Why can't we erase non-sorcerers?"

The questions that were swirling around in his head also started swirling in yours.

For several months, you did everything you could to convince him.

„You may hate non-sorcerers. But they cannot be completely eliminated. This is not something possible, Suguru.”

You had some important conversations with him. And he smiled at you.

He didn't have to worry as long as there was a ray of light in such a badly damaged Jujutsu society.

Even if Haibara was a clear example of this, you are still with them.

You helped him get out of his madness. You took all those bad thoughts away from him, and that's why he could only think about your funny words.

Not seeing that by taking their honest thoughts, you were destroying yourself from the inside.

If you combine the thoughts of both of them, something will come out that may be a solution for them to never think of such a thing again.

Satoru thought about how many people were dying. He was thinking about whether he should kill the cult members. He watched death, and he killed. He himself died.

After death, you can rise and become someone else.

Satoru, who understood more after death...

And Suguru... He had complete doubts about the lives of non-sorcerers.

Killing them so that only the sorcerers remain... Or forcibly turning them into sorcerers...

You took over their thoughts and started destroying yourself. You couldn't stand it... You couldn't stand what you knew.

You started to have a different view of the world.

Panic attacks that occurred at night. The fact that you were crying while sitting on your bed. You're fighting something made by humans...

People are afraid of disasters or that, at some point, artificial intelligence will eliminate them.

But they don't know that from the very beginning of their existence in the world, they have been creating something even more dangerous. Something that's around every corner and causes death...

People could change. But they are not sorcerers who can die and then rise from the grave.

You wanted to be that docile again. Let them hug you and play with them.

But you couldn't smile.

Witches and humans... It's all black...

There is no whiteness here.

Suguru and Satoru are shades of gray.

You are a black figure in the soul. You had shades of gray, but you agreed to accept all their negative thoughts. That's why you became darker.

You are as afraid of death as anyone else. But they were right.

You killed the first non-sorcerers for no reason. Simply because they cause sorcerers to have to protect them. It is because of people that sorcerers must exist. If it weren't for people, you too would be normal, and you would live a normal life. That's why... You didn't explain yourself to anyone.

Because no one would understand anyway...

Even those whose bad thoughts you turned into yours.

You could have been meek. But docile animals also sometimes attack when they have a reason.

You didn't want them to destroy themselves with what they thought.

So you will destroy yourself for them.

You can't be their girlfriend. You couldn't choose between them. You couldn't fall in love with them because it would destroy the friendship you've had for so many years.

You will destroy yourself so that they don't have to lose what they worked for. Strength, a high place in society, their friendship, and respect.

Everyone works for themselves and for only themselves.

You work for yourself, and you want them to get their dream worlds, at the cost of your life.

Because you agree with them...

What they thought was true.



Curse user?

Why you?

They were frozen when they heard this. You couldn't be a curse user! Not you! Of all the people around, you?!

The knowledge that you, their friend, who could be even closer, is a murderer and a curse user strikes knives in their hearts.

Their hearts were broken when you avoided them. They couldn't even find you. You escaped completely.

Even as special-grade sorcerers, they couldn't find you.

And tears came to their eyes every time they looked at your old photo.

They heard about the murders you committed. But they couldn't do anything.

They couldn't kill you.

But it was inevitable.

When no one could catch you, they were sent to kill a dangerous curse user.

Their docile kitty has changed.

But the sparkle in your eyes when you saw them didn't change.

You wanted to run away as soon as they stood in front of you.

You felt the sudden pressure of their energy pressing against yours.

You heard that they are much stronger now. These three years passed very quickly.

And in order to distract you from what was happening to you, they grew stronger. They trained.

To catch you in one move.

You didn't even feel like fighting. You felt like your body was ready to give up because it knew it had no chance.

Your waist was held in place by a strong forearm, and a large hand appeared over your mouth.

Your wrists were also grabbed.

You looked terrified at Suguru's hands that were holding you.

You jerked your body to try and get free.

They really didn't even move an inch.

"...Our kitty got claws. She's not so docile anymore." Satoru laughed, pulling you closer to his chest.

They can't kill you. They can't capture you and lead you to death.

Unless their superiors are suspicious, they will lie.

They will say they destroyed you on the spot.

In fact, you will just sit quietly at home. As a punishment, with no way out. So that you don't endanger them or you.

Suguru was even grateful to you for showing him what would happen to him if he followed that path. But he would never forgive himself for letting you die because of him.

Non-sorcerers are fools who deserve to die.

Sorcerers are crazy. And everyone has their own morality.

Suguru smiled, leaning slightly toward you.

"Satoru, claws can be trimmed. And a wild animal can be tamed and turned into a docile kitten."

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[readychilledwine]

Wide Awake

Summary - Tamlin comes to a slow realization seeing you fight in the War against Hybern. Now he can only hope it's not too late

Warnings - mentions of blood and death, Tamlin being in love

A/n - some tamlin fluff before I drop angst for sad Boi spring day 💜

He had to get to you.

Tamlin's only thought as he watched blood and death spread around him was you.

You were fighting in this war, this war he allowed to happen, and he wasn't at your side. That thought alone chilled him despite the fur as he tore through male after male in search of you. Since childhood, there hadn't been a moment where you weren't by his side. 

And now in a moment where he could feel your fear, worry, and pain, he wasn't at yours. 

It had taken much too long for that bond to snap, and it came in such a moment of heartache that all Tamlin could do was ignore it for the past 50 years. 

He was done doing that now.

He was done ignoring you.

Done pretending that if he didn't love you, that if you weren't his mate, you were safe.

He knew you were close. That constant tug on the bond driving each tear of flesh, each swipe of sharp claws. 

He finally reached you, seeing you and Lucien back to back and completely surrounded. He shifted and winnowed in immediately, his back to your front. “Welcome to the party,” Lucien said smoothly. “Any ideas?”

You were spent, leaning against him as you held the bleeding stomach wound you had been ignoring. “You're going to winnow, y/n to a healer and get her the fuck out of here.” It was his only idea. Mind clouded by thoughts of your health and safety alone. “I'll find you.” 

You shook your head against him, summoning what little magic you had left and watched as the Hybern beasts were trapped in heavy thick vines. You kneeled to the ground, watching as he and Lucien handled it from there. Watching as everything slowly faded to black.

You were greeted by silence when you woke up. No metal clashing, no screams, no crying. Just silence and darkness surrounding you as if someone or something had taken you somewhere peaceful. It wasn't until you felt a warm hand holding yours that you realized someone had taken you somewhere safe.

Tamlin was sleeping in a chair next to you. He had one of his hands wrapped around yours, snoring softly. “He hasn't left since we brought you here. Told Rhysand and Beron to go fuck themselves or each other when they wanted to discuss new attack and line up plans due to the arrival of the humans and Drakon's army.” Lucien set his book down, looking at you with a perfect brow raised. 

“I should not honestly be surprised,” Lucien picked his book back up when you didn't answer him. “You two have always been inseparable until she came. And then, well, Feyre.” 

You huffed out a small laugh, flinching slightly at the pull on your stomach. “Yeah. I wouldn't laugh for a while. You got cut pretty deep. Not as bad as Cassian, but still deep.”

You squeezed Tamlin's hand, moving to sit up only to have him squeeze your hand back and stop you. “Stop trying to move. We couldn't heal you all the way.” His voice was heavy with sleep and concern as green eyes opened to meet yours. Lucien left the tent quietly, unnoticed by you two as you stared at each other. “I need to apologize,” Tamlin said softly. “For a lot.”

You only nodded. Waiting as you felt his grief down that faded bond. He took a deep breath and continued. “I was so focused on protecting you when Amarantha first came, that I didn't think about how deeply I was hurting you. I didn't think about your feelings, and for that, I am beyond sorry.” You nodded, having already known how much he regretted the choices he had to make and the wedge it had driven between the two of you. “Then I become obsessed with Feyre-”

“Obsessed is an understatement,” you brushed your hands on the sheets. “But continue.”

Tamlin smiled, a rare smile you had not seen in years. “I see near death did not change your attitude,” he moved to holding your chin gently. “I am sorry about that as well. It was you. It was always you, and I do not deserve your love nor forgiveness.”

You forced yourself to sit up, ignoring the igniting discomfort, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I decide that, don't I?” He took his turn, nodding at you. “You have a lot to make up for.” 

“And I'd give you everything I have until my last breath to do that.” You hadn't noticed the distance closing between the two of you until his breath fanned your face softly. “I'd offer you the world on a silver platter, give up my home, everything, for you. I was too blind to realize that before. Not anymore, though.” 

You didn't answer, just kissed him gently ignoring the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He pulled you closer, hand on the back of your neck. You relished the feeling of his soft lips on yours, of his scent surrounding you in safety and comfort. Tamlin pulled away,  “I love you. Always have. Always will. Long before this bond snapped,” he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too,” you paused as he smiled. “Even if you are a dick.” 

Tamlin's tongue clicked, his brows growing up. “Here we go-”

“Really like trapping her in the house,” you began to ramble off, him smiling softly the whole time, and responding to your sass with his own playful banter, fingers rubbing against your knuckles. 

You both hadn't felt this content in years.

And Tamlin was prepared to do anything to keep it this way.

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[baeddel]

when i was a child i liked combat sports; i took martial arts classes (i forget which form) and i competed in fencing. i had to stop when i went to highschool because we didn't have time for it anymore. after leaving highschool i met a girl who did boxing and i planned to go and sign up at her gym to learn it with her, but i became too ill and it never happened. still, it had reignited my interest in combat sports and i would talk about it with people. i told one guy that i liked the look of Muay Thai; he expressed a common view, which was that martial arts like this sucked, because they were impractical in a real fight. he liked Krav Maga because it was real.

[long-ish post about fighting]

and i always objected to that kind of thinking! look here: it's true that much of the game which is played on the mat is produced by the restrictions placed on combatants. even in a very permissive sport like MMA, the great importance of ground fighting to that sport is produced by the restriction on fish-hooks and head kicks. thus, you can say that even these fights 'aren't real' in some sense. but how often are you ever going to be in a fight where you're willing to rip the other guy's cheek out, gouge out his eyes and so forth? Krav Maga was first developed for Jews to defend themselves from anti-semitic mobs in the 1930s. i know that some of you have certainly been in fights like that; but not all fights are that existentially serious. even in fights where there is such a high level of emnity there are often factors which restrain the fight from becoming an existential one. if you live somewhere that fascists are embedded and you blind one of theirs in a fight you might expect retribution; likewise you would be guilty of a felony and might get in real trouble. apprehensions like this might stay your hand—and already you are engaging in a kind of combat which is to some extent governed by extra-martial rules that produce a to some extent artificial situation.

of course, some martial arts will be more useful to know in the kind of combat games you are likely to play even so, and Muay Thai has not suddenly become more useful than Krav Maga on the basis of what i said. but i think that it is common to 1. underestimate the usefulness of even highly artifical combat sports, like fencing, and 2. overstate the utility of various 'self-defence' techniques, especially blinding, because the artificial, rules-governed nature of real fights is forgotten.

on point one, i would always credit my fencing experience with my success at fighting in highschool. i would sometimes even adopt the pose—one hand back, foot pointed forward—and people would (jokingly) say, 'it's [her] style! [she's] the fencer!' this part was not really useful; these fights were between friends and featured no emnity; we wanted to entertain the crowd, so there was a certain amount of kayfabe. but we were teenagers and behaved badly; once blows began we really hurt each other, and i even sent a few kids to the hospital (one with a concussion and the other with a wounded leg). plus, secret feelings of jealousy and resentment could be awakened during the course of the fight, so more emnity was felt as the fight grew more serious. what i thought really helped me from all the fencing matches was simply the sparring experience. when another living person attacks you without relenting, watches your movements for openings, and tries to stop whatever you do to them, it's difficult not to be overwhelmed and confused. being able to keep a level head, comprehend the situation and make decisions in the moment gave me an advantage over less experienced friends.

on the second point, i had older male friends who gave me a lot of advice that i can now recognize was plainly bad advice. for example, a girl i had a crush on had an older brother who always gave me and her other friends a hard time. i hated him so much i wanted to do something about him. so my friend told me that when fighting a larger and stronger opponent, i should do this... and this... a lot of techniques that had i really gone and done it would have left him permanently blind and disfigured. how do you think my crush would have felt if i went and did all that to her brother? these 'real' street fighting techniques were not useful in a real fight—a fight with stakes proportional to my real situation. when i did end up in situations with existential stakes (you know the stories) these techniques did nothing for me, since i would be alone against multiple attackers, or the other guy had frightening connections, or there was an asymmetry of power (who teaches 'defense against a guy in a car'?). in all cases the only wothwhile advice i ever got was this: you cannot run away in high heels.

similarly, when we had our low-stakes fights at school, the crowd would call out for me to punch the other guy in the face, or to kick him when he was down. afterwards they were disappointed that i didn't 'really go for him.' all this kind of talk really got to me; i would be standing there, facing my opponent and saying to myself, 'do it! do it!' in the end i never punched anyone in the face or tried any kind of dirty fighting at all. for this i hated myself so much. i was furious with myself; i would sit down and be angry at myself for a long time. i considered myself a coward and a weakling because i wouldn't go 'all in.' i didn't 'have the guts.' actually, what i felt was compassion for another person, and it was not a contemptable restraint at all. what was i trying to do—what was i trying to become? i think this is a way you can be misled by the discourse around 'real fighting.'