#if anyone asks. I just woke up from a nightmare. that's why I'm here | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thefallennightmare · 7 months

Text

Miracle-one

(gif created by me, the fallen nightmare. feel free to use, simply give credit)

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Authors Note: Here we go! Tags are open if anyone is interested!

Tags:

"Mom, do you need anything before I leave?" I asked my mom, who was sitting on the couch in our living room.

Her eyes were cold and vacant as she watched the television, well tried to anyway. It didn't matter if she paid attention to whatever was on, she would forget in a while. When she didn't respond, I sighed and brushed the graying hair out of her face which caused her to look up at me, finally.

No hint of recognition in those vacant eyes.

"Who are you?"

Her words chipped away at the stone wall I had around my heart as I blew out a shaky breath.

"Y/N. I'm your daughter," I said while kneeling in front of her.

Even with my name spoken, my mother didn't recognize me.

It's been like this for the last six months since she first received her Alzheimer's diagnosis. It was farther than we would have liked and the doctor said that her health would decline fast. She forgot who I was one month after her diagnosis and the bad days were more so than the good days. From the second I woke up till the very moment I lay in bed for the night I spent the day taking care of her until recently. My job was going to pick up again which meant I would leave her for about five weeks.

I was terrified to leave her alone especially for that long. There was this great company that I can have a live in nurse take care of her while I'm gone but when I looked into pricing, I nearly had a heart attack. We did okay money wise. After my dad passed away a few years ago, he left us a decent cushion. The house was paid off a very long time ago which helped on the bills; except the medical bills.

Every drug, every trial, and every visit burned deeper into my pockets and now the overdue bill's kept pilling up on our kitchen table. My job paid good enough where I could fill our fridge with groceries and take care of the smaller things but even that couldn't help with the bigger things. I thought about asking for a small raise but the fear of having to tell one of my boss' why was daunting so I never did.

Which is where I was headed now. I had to help get everything ready before we hit the road for the tour. My heart fluttered knowing I would see him tonight.

"Y/N," my mom raised a brow. "I'm sorry, I don't know a Y/N."

I swallowed the lump in my throat then gave her knee a squeeze. "I should only be gone for a few hours. My phone number is writing on the piece of paper next to the house phone."

I pointed to the table next to her where said phone and paper was. My mom tracked it with her vacant eyes and nodded.

"Just watch your show and before you know it, I'll be back. Alright?"

She said nothing, merely watched the television, so I stood straight, giving her shoulder a squeeze and left the house. I wasn't the one to pray so instead I whispered out into the world my words repeatedly.

"She will be fine. She can handle herself for a few hours."

I walked into the large warehouse hearing laugher and voices carry which eased my worries of leaving my mom alone. No one I worked with knew about my mom and I planned to keep it that way. Davis smiled at me when I walked over to the large table he was standing in front of, a large array of shirts, hats, and sweaters lay on top of it.

"Think it'll be enough?" I asked as I started helping him fold everything into sections.

Davis shrugged. "It's always good to have extra than not enough."

"The new designs look sick," I said.

"Thanks," Davis smiled while bumping his shoulder with me.

While Davis and everyone else who worked for the band had important jobs, mine wasn't anything even close to important. The only reason I got the job was because Davis and I went to high school together. We weren't best friends but stayed in touch. He's also the only one who knows something is going on back home but never knew exactly what; which is why he recommended the job for me. He knew I was desperate for money.

I was the merch girl for Bad Omens and the vocalist absolutely despised it.

Maybe it was because I never asked him for the job or the slack that merch girls always get. They only have the job so they can hook up with members of the band. Which was the absolute last thing I wanted to do; even if he was breathtakingly handsome.

As if her could sense my thoughts about him, his ethereal voice echoed throughout the warehouse and my breath caught in my throat. I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing at the back of a large truck, the one where the merch and other things for the new tour will go.

The smile that graced Noah Sebastian's face brightened everything dark and scary in my mind for a few moments and I reveled in the way my heart skipped a beat whenever he was near.

"You're staring."

Turning back to Davis, I scoffed and went back to work of stuffing the boxes. "I am not."

"Are you actually going to talk to him this tour? Last one you barley said three words to him," he said.

"I would if he wasn't such an asshole towards me. I didn't even do anything to deserve the cold shoulder."

Davis sighed while letting a large pile fall into the box at our feet, a lot messier than the ones I had been packing. I gave him a narrowed gaze of annoyance, one he ignored.

"Don't take it personal. Noah is quiet. I'm sure if you tried to talk to him, you'd find out he's a great guy," Davis suggested.

"I'd rather chew broken glass," I muttered.

I'd work with Bad Omens and crew for about almost a year now and in that time, Noah and I spoke less than ten words to each other. While on the last tour, I kept to myself not knowing anyone besides Davis which might have put me off to Noah. He probably thought I didn't care about getting to know anyone else here; which wasn't true. I had other things on my mind.

Like wondering how I was going to pay my mom's medical bills.

"New designs look sick, Davis."

My shoulders stiffened at the deep voice, his scent filling all of my senses. I could see Noah out of the corner of my eye while I continued to fold the shirts and sweaters. His gaze burned into the side of my head before falling to the messy pile of clothes in the box.

"You're not going to leave it like that, are you?" Noah raised a brow.

I audibly choked on my spit at him blaming me for that mess.

"No, I was planning on leaving it like that. I mean what's the point of folding everything perfect when it's just going to be packed in a box," I replied dryly while holding up the pile of clothes I had been folding.

Something flashed in his dark eyes, the corner of his lips pulling up slightly.

"She does speak."

"Oh, fuck off Noah. I'm not in the mood," I snapped while giving him my back.

Davis let out a low whistle before taking the now full box of merch to the truck, leaving Noah and I alone. It might have been a bad idea snapping at him like that but it was true. I was dealing with a lot at home so the last thing I needed was bullshit from him.

"Did you break up with your boyfriend?"

The shirt I was folding fell onto the table at his words. Boyfriend? I didn't have one; I never did.

"I don't have a boyfriend," I muttered, fingers toying with the fabric of the shirt.

Noah hummed while leaning against the table next to me. He sat facing everything behind me while I stood facing the wall behind him.

"Davis didn't want to go out with you?" He pressed with a sly smirk.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my growing anger at bay. I already snapped at him once, I couldn't risk my job my doing it again.

"Davis and I are just friends. I don't think of him like that and I'm sure the feelings are mutual."

"Good," Noah nodded. "Because the last thing I need is you distracting someone on the crew because of a little crush."

My eyes snapped over to him, flaring with fury. "What is your problem with me, Noah? If you don't want me here, just fire me so you can stop wasting my time and yours."

With how much taller he was than me, even sitting on the edge of the table Noah towered over me as he leaned closer. His warm breath fanned across my face as I peered up at him. Even with my fury, my heart hammered hard against my chest with our proximity, something I hope Noah couldn't hear.

"Trust me, angel. You'd know if I was wasting my time with you."

He watched me for a few moments before walking away; him taking the warmth that cocooned around me away with him. I blinked long after he left, trying to let his words process in my mind. What the hell did he mean by that?

But suddenly, his pet name for me was the only thing at the forefront of my mind and I wasn't sure if I liked the way my body reacted to it; heat spreading from my heart straight down between my legs, core aching with need.

For the next little while, I worked alone finishing up folding all the merch and when I had four boxes stuffed full; I began bringing them over to the truck. On my way back with my third box, I saw Noah and Nick Folio standing at the back of the truck, laughing about something I didn't know. I ignored the way my stomach warmed at seeing the large smile on Noah's face as I walked past him up the ramp of the truck.

Folio noticed how I could barley see over the box and reached out for it.

"Hey, Y/N. Need some help?" He asked.

I let him take it with a small smile. "Thanks, Folio."

Unlike Noah, I spoke to the other members of the band and crew. I wouldn't say we were close but more than strangers.

"How many more do you have?" He asked as he set down the box next to the others.

"Just one. I can get it though, I don't want to distract you."

As the last few words came from lips, I made sure to lock my eyes with Noah, who was watching me with bright eyes, arms crossed over his chest. The way his eyes glinted with the setting sun almost made a smile break out on my face.

Almost.

Folio looked between Noah and I before letting out a low chuckle. "If you guys go the whole tour with this tension, something is going to explode before it ends."

I shook my head. "There's no tension."

"Right," Folio clicked his tongue. "And I play guitar for Bad Omens."

The sarcasm in his voice wasn't missed and with a sigh, I left the two of them back to whatever they were doing before I interpreted. The only tension, if there was any, between Noah and me was hate. He never liked me even from my first day. So why would I bother being nice to him when he didn't give a shit about me?

After the last box was loaded into the truck, I began walking back into the warehouse to see if Davis needed me for anything else when my phone rang.

"Mom?" I spoke when I saw the caller I.D.

Noah was walking inside the warehouse with Nick Ruffilo, laughing that beautiful laugh, so not wanting him to hear my conversation I held back away from them.

"Who is this?"

I sighed while pinching my eyes shut. "Mom, it's Y/N. You called me. Is everything alright?"

"Oh." There was a long beat of silence on the other line before some rustling came through. "I was hungry and wanted to make something to eat."

"NO!" I yelled into the phone.

Noah turned to look at my sudden outburst but I didn't bother to look at him, the fear of wondering if my mom turning on the stove filled me.

"Did you turn on the stove?" I asked.

"No, there's a note saying not too. Which is why I called."

I swallowed the sob that almost crawled out of my throat.

"Okay, good." I nodded. "I'm almost done at work. I'll pick up some pizza on the way home. You like pizza."

Another long beat of silence.

"Alright. I'll go back to watching my show."

"Good, I'll be home soon. Love you mom."

The line clicked off before I even finished speaking and I stared at my phone with a long breath. If she had turned on the stove, things would have been a lot worse. A few weeks ago while I was taking a nap, my mom tried to cook something and forgot about it, letting it blaze up in flames and when she tried to extinguish it, she burned her hand pretty bad. So since that day, I had a large note tapped to the front panel of the oven saying not to use it.

Thank goodness I did.

"Everything alright?"

I jumped slightly at the deep voice and quickly wiped away the stress tears that burned at the corners of my eyes before turning on my heels. Noah stood in front of me with his hands buried deep into the pocket of his black hoodie. My hands itched to run through the messy strands of his face but I held back.

"Uh, yeah. I loaded all the boxes up in the truck. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

His gaze took over my chest rising and falling rapidly with each deep breath I took and I knew he noticed the tears that gathered in the edge of my eyes.

"If you could-."

My phone rang again, interrupting Noah, and I apologized with a sheepish frown. When I saw the unknown number, I excused myself from him and answered.

"Hello?"

"Is this Ms. Y/L/N?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"This is Chief Reynolds with the Los Angeles fire department."

My heart fell out of my ass and I stumbled out an incoherent sentence, forgetting that Noah was still standing behind me.

"What happened?" I finally managed out.

"We have a Mrs. Y/L/N here at your residence."

I rapidly nodded even though the Chief couldn't see. "That's my mom. Is she alright?"

"Well, it seems as if she tried to cook something on your stove and let the gas burn. A neighbor called in a strong smell of gas. It seems as if she had it burning for a while."

"Oh fuck," I groaned while running a hand through my hair. "Is she alright?"

"Yes, we tested her for any effects of the gas but she seems fine. We opened some windows to air it out. You shouldn't have any issues."

I spoke to him for a few more seconds before thanking him and hanging up. Fucking hell, she tried to cook something and damn near exposed herself to gas. I left her for two hours, how the fuck was I supposed to leave her for five weeks?

"Do you need to leave?"

I jumped, hand over my chest when I suddenly remembered Noah was still standing behind me. For the first time in almost a year of knowing him, I saw concern in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Uh, a small emergency at home. I have to go take care of it," I said.

Noah nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. Did you have a ride set up for Saturday?"

I cursed, almost forgetting that in two days we were leaving for tour. I needed the money but also couldn't bear the idea of leaving my mom alone.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I was going to ride on the crews bus."

"I hope things are alright," he said while motioning to my car in the parking lot.

"Thanks," I grumbled before jogging over to the car, not wanting to leave my mom alone for a second longer.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #forced proximity #enemies to lovers #slow burn

359 notes · View notes

shegatsby · 1 year

Note

Hi! I dont really now how requests work so I’m so sorry for any mistakes!! I was wondering if u could do a Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!

PS: I couldn’t find if ur requests r closed or open so if they are closed rn I’m so sorry!!!🌷🌷🌷🌷

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request i hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Warnings; Kidnapped reader, injuries etc.

(gif isn't mine)

When she woke up from her nightmare her head was hurting her like a bitch.. only her nightmare was real. She was trapped in a basement, the last thing she remembered was that someone broke into her house and hit hear head, she was cooking dinner when the attacker came, her plan was to have Hannibal over for dinner, to thank him for helping her etc. She wanted to impress him so bad.. but now she was in a dark basement and her hands and feet were tied. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself in order to make logical desicions. The door of the basement was opened and soon her attacker hit the light, it was yellow and hurt her eyes, ''Rise and shine sweetheart.'' a man's voice was heard, ''Why am I here?'' she asked trying her best to not freak put, the man had a mask and he was wearing an expensive suit, he came close to her, holding a knife, obviously trying to scare her, ''You're just a pawn in my game little dove. It's your boyfriend I want.''

''Boyfriend? I don't have one, sorry.'' she rolled her eyes, what was he talking about?!

''Aww you haven't realized? Doctor Lecter is quite smitten by you. Even a blind person could see that.''

Well, she wasn't sure but she had been feeling a strange pull towards him, recently they've been seeing each other, bumping into each other, it was as if Hannibal was just standing where ever she goes... or was it not a coincidence?

When Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into her apartment the door was wide open, only sound he could hear was the stove cooking something, he silently walked in, didn't close the door just in case if he had to run. Turns out, there was no one except the broken plates, he turned off the stove with his gloved hands and picked up the small piece of paper on the kitchen table.

''Come find us Doctor Lecter...''

This must be about the latest case Hannibal has been helping the FBI with, a murderer was loose, killing young women and dropping them in the forest, his heart skipped an awful beat when he thought of the possibility that his Y/N is being killed... if he alarmed the FBI Y/N most likely would be dead in a couple hours so he had to be alone on this case.

He quickly drove to the place where he had suspicions of, there was an abandoned house close to one of the victim's body, of course the FBI searched but couldn't find anything but Hannibal had to try and find her.

Meanwhile Y/N was on the ground, her right side hurt, ''If you let me go I won't tell anyone... please..'' she had to give..

The tall man with the mask laughed, punched her lower stomach, she coughed up blood. ''Shut up before I cut your face.''

She didn't dare to say anything else.

After a while the masked man went upstairs and she heard some noises, like two people fighting and then a gun shot... she almost jumped from the ground and started to pray to any god that's out there. Her back was turned to the door this time so she couldn't see anyone, but familiar footsteps approached to her.

She looked up to see Hannibal with few bruises on her beautiful face, he left a relieved sigh, ''I was so worried Y/N...'' he knelt to free her hands and feet, they felt numb. Hannibal started to rub her hands quickly, ''Hannibal,'' he wasn't hearing her, ''Hannibal,'' she stopped her, looked with her dove eyes, ''I'm fine.''

''No,'' he lifted her chin to take a good look at her face, ''I should've tortured that man thing before killing her. How dare he?!'' he was actually talking to himself than talking to her but she didn't mind, she was happy that he came to rescue her... for once in her life she had someone who would choose her.

Hannibal lifted her and carried her outside, ''You'll be living with me from now on. Understood?'' he asked with a dominant tone, ''Yes Doctor.'' she said sarcastically and it made them both laugh.

She had a new home and someone to spend her life with.

859 notes · View notes

staarlight-snow · 8 months

Text

Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #td noah #total drama au #td cody #td gwen #td noco #noco #tdi fanfic #total drama fanfiction #fanfic #angst #haha trauma go brrtt #tw horror #tw death

178 notes · View notes

lokisprettygirl · 7 months

Text

Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 16 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary : On your birthday Daemon gives you something you really wanted.

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sex, degradation kink, violent thoughts, stalking, Abusive relationship, mention of rape, kidnapping, ptsd, toxic masculinity, gender norms, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

Daemon woke up to you sniffing as quietly as you could so he immediately turned around towards you and found you soaked in tears, just like always he immediately had his arm around and pulled you closer to him carefully to not hurt you.

"Darling I'm right here, you're okay love" he turned the lights on as he placed your head on his chest,

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you"

"You should be sorry but not for waking me up when you're feeling this way" his eyes teared up as well because your sobbing only intensified.

"Nightmare?" You shook your head as he questioned, you'd rather have a nightmare than the physical pain you were feeling right now.

"No…my leg hurts"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Doctor said it will happen sometimes but it hurts so much"

"I know sweet thing, you need a painkiller..let me get one for you"

He quickly got up and made you sit up as well so you could take your medication, after that he was back in the bed and he leaned against the headboard so you could put your head down on him and rest, he was watching you like a hawk, his fingers ran through your hair and once in a while he kissed you as tenderly as it was physically possible for him.

The moment the pill started to kick in you started to feel embarrassed about the situation.

"You can go to sleep baby" you told him meekly, making him grumble in response.

"I'm alright"

Everytime he felt conflicted whether he was doing the right thing or not, something like this happened and reminded him why he was doing it. You could have died, his sweet innocent angel that never meant harm to anyone could have lost her life just because of that evil, vicious woman and her obsession with him, you have been in pain and tears for weeks now, all because of her and he won't let that slide so easily.

He won't let her go until she suffers all the pain and torment she had put you through.

"I love you" you mumbled softly so he smiled and grabbed your chin with his fingers to turn your head up and then he kissed you.

"Love you" he murmured against your mouth before he planted another kiss. And then another.

It's been three days since you have had your doubts confirmed that Daemon was hiding something from you but every time you built the courage to confront him about it something like this happened. Sweet moments where you got see the man you fell in love with, your man that you knew only wanted to take care of you and love you.

You had no idea what he was hiding but you feared what you'd find if you were to dig deeper. You didn't want to lose him again, you didn't think you'd recover completely if you were to lose him again. He loved you and you just hoped whatever he was hiding wouldn't cost you him or this precious relationship with him.

"Can I get a cigarette?" He pulled away slightly to look at you at the request, he knew you smoked occasionally but you have never asked for it before so he was a bit surprised.

"Why?'

"Just gimme"

He chuckled as you said that.

"Just the one yeahh?" He said to you sternly, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes but it happened on its own.

"You're the one to talk huh"

"Heyyy..i have cut down alright?"

"I smell it on you"

"I said I have cut down..I never said I quit"

"You know it's bad for you right?"

"Yeahhhh then why are you asking me for it?"

He got back to the bed and placed the cigarette between his lips to light it up for you, you didn't understand how his lips were still so blemish free, so soft and pink and so fucking kissable.

"I just need a buzz"

"Don't we all?"

You grabbed the stick from him and as soon as you inhaled the smoke you felt your head spinning almost instantly, your back rested against the pillow as your world felt lighter all of a sudden.

"Goshhh I needed that"

He was smiling throughout the conversation, occasionally placing the Ash tray in front of you, his eyes were glued on your features.

"Remember the night you had come to the diner to see me and we shared a cigarette outside?" You asked him and he gave you his typical Daemon smile.

"I remember sharing everything that night" your face flushed as he said that.

"Well yes I was a slut for you.. but at first i really wanted to play hard to get"

"I wouldn't have chased you"

"I know..That's why I didn't even try, I saw through you"

"Clever girl"

Once the pain was gone completely he made you lie down again and he turned the lights off before he got next to you, his body was turned towards you, he never thought he'd ever see a day where he'd miss cuddling someone again, in that moment he didn't crave a cigarette, he only craved your body completely submerged into him but he knew he'd have to be patient to enjoy such a pleasure again.

"Darling?" Hs mumbled softly as his thumb caressed your cheeks,

"Mmmm"

"You know why I came back to see you that day?"

"Because you wanted to fuck me?" he chuckled as you said that and it made you smile in response.

"Well that too"

"Why did you come dae?"

"I don't really know. I just felt a pull, as if I had to see you..I wanted to make sure you were being safe"

"That's so romantic" you mumbled giddily as you linked your fingers with his.

"But my actions were not"

He heard you humming as you were drifting into the slumber again but he was wide awake now and he was thinking about you, thinking about every little thing you did that made his heart swell, even just the way you held onto his hand in your sleep was making him feel all warm. He smiled and kissed your forehead before sighed deeply and tried to fall asleep.

"I'd have chased you darling..I'd have chased you"

On your birthday, Daemon went all out to make it memorable for you. When you woke up, you were greeted with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a few presents, calling it a few was a bit of an understatement though. After that the day was filled with plenty of pampering and love.

To top it off, it was also the opening of the new diner-turned-restaurant, and Daemon had hired a professional makeup artist to help you look your absolute best. He knew how down you had been feeling lately, and wanted to make sure everything was perfect and to your liking. Tonight, he wanted to show you a good time and help you forget about the accident and the pain that came with it.

Once you were ready he stepped inside the room and he couldn't take his eyes off you, the red and black dress that he had bought for you hugged your curves perfectly and the makeup only enhanced your natural beauty.

"Birthday girl in her glory" you smiled as he walked towards you and helped you stand up.

"I hate the cast Daemon" you looked down and placed your head on his chest so he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"It's not fun i know..just a few more weeks and you'd be good as before i promise" you smiled as he tried to comfort you.

"Mmm thank you for doing all of this for me baby" he shook his head as you said that and leaned down to kiss you.

"My silly girl"

He took you to the restaurant first to show you the place you'd be coming back to once you're completely healed, it was bustling with a crowd already and you couldn't wait to come back to work here.

After that you thought he'd take you out to a nice dinner but he surprised you with a private party instead, your face was one of wonder as you met not just your friends but also your parents there. He had flown them in especially for the occasion, you didn't know what you had done to deserve all of this but you felt happy nonetheless, happier than you have been in a long time. While everyone was dancing he walked towards you and got on his knees to match your level since you were lounging on a chair. It's not that you had other choices.

"Do you remember my last birthday?" you asked him so he smiled, he remembered the day as clear as today..

"Yeah you forced me to dance and then I jabbed a bloke in the face" you giggled as he said that.

"You punch everyone that looks at me wrong"

'"And i would never stop" he kissed you softly.

"Argghhh i want to dance but I can't"

"Hmmm I'm sorry baby"

"No I'm sorry I'm being such a downer" you whined as you placed your head down on his shoulder.

"You're bound to feel that way darling.. want to go home with me in an hour?"

"Yesss please" you kissed his forehead and he helped you stand up to get you back to your own birthday party.

You stayed for an hour before you said goodbye to everyone and he drove you back home with him, on the way back home one of his hands was constantly between your legs as he held onto your thigh, not in a sexual manner but you couldn't stop getting turned on as his thumb continued to swirl over your bare skin.

Once home he sat you down on the edge of the bed so you looked up at him intently and he leaned down to kiss you, deeply and passionately, as soon as you felt his sensual touch against your skin you realized that this is what you have been missing all day long.

"Make love to me dae" he pulled away to look at you as you said that but before he could say anything you spoke again "Can't deny me today..it's my birthday..i need a personal present"

"Minx"

He took his coat off and you started to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you could with one hand but he grabbed your hand.

"Easy there birthday girl ..I'm not going anywhere"

He pressed a kiss on the back of your hand before he made you lie down on the bed.

"Didn't I tell you how gorgeous you looked today?"

"Mmmm you didn't have to ..i could tell by the way you looked at me"

Well he couldn't take his eyes off you even for a moment, that was the truth but he was hoping you hadn't noticed.

"You beautiful beautiful thing"

You tucked his hair behind his shoulders as he leaned over you to kiss you.

"You are pretty too..so very pretty" you mumbled as you played with his lustrous silver locks.

"Nobody has ever said that to me" he chuckled so you raised your head up to kiss him.

"Well you should go on the internet more often"

"I'd rather not do that..they don't know me..you do..you think I'm pretty with all my faults"

He carefully lowered your underwear down then he slipped his arm underneath you to unzip your dress, taking your dress off would have been a task and besides he really enjoyed the view of your straps loosening over your shoulders and the sensuous cleavage almost spilling out of the fabric.

"Can you get naked please?" You asked him so he smirked before he kissed you again and got on his knees, his eyes stayed on yours as he slowly pulled the shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned them one by one.

You bit on your lips as his half naked body came into your view.

His actions were deliberately slow, he wanted you to enjoy this. Looking down for a second he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, cock sprang out all hard and erect, demanding your full attention.

He got off the bed to take off his pants, those thick muscular thighs flexed with every movement and they filled your head with such indecent mages, you wanted to ride every inch of his body until he was covered in the wetness of your desires .

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even him notice him getting back on top of you, you only got back to your senses when you felt his hands roaming all over your thighs, he pulled your dress up to your torso and his fingers began to play with your dripping cunt,

"Daemon?"

"Yes baby"

He has never called you that before, never ever in the past one and half years that you have known him.

"Mmm I was going to make a filthy request and then you called me that" your voice came out all whispery which turned him on even more if that was possible.

"Filthy huh? What do you need? Tell me..baby" you gulped as he questioned you. You missed the other side of him.

"I want you to… degrade me"

He looked at you intently as you said that, a bit surprised by the request.

"How degrading?"

"Mmm the way you used to.. when you used to fuck me before..I loved that"

"Mmmm i thought you wanted me to make love to you, I was going to go all soft on you"

"You were always soft even when you said filthy words to me"

"Was I?"

"Mmmm please..i love you"

"Remember the safeword?" He asked you softly as he kissed your forehead so you nodded.

He collected your wetness onto his fingers and rubbed it all over his cock before he slipped inside you slowly, your brows creased at the insertion, it's been a while and he wasn't exactly average in size.

"Goshhh you're so big"

"Nuhuh.. you're just tiny my love, i own the tightest little cunt"

Your head rolled back as his cock stilled deep inside you.

"You own me sir..I'm all yours"

He placed his forearms right next to your head, trapping you completely underneath him, your left hand was useless so you placed your right one over his tricep and clutched onto him.

You didn't have one drop of alcohol today but you felt immensely intoxicated at that moment. He was worried about impregnating you but you were still on your pills and you both needed the raw, skin to skin fucking tonight. It's been a torturous past few months.

"My wounded little bird, you look so broken but you don't desire my care right now do you?" He asked you in a mocking tone,

"Mmmm Nooo"

"Then what do you want little whore ..tell me..speak your mind"

You gasped as his fist grabbed locks of your hair and he pulled on them enough to give you a sensational sting,

"Your cock please…move ..fuck me and tell me what a bad girl I'm being right now" you mumbled softly and it made him snicker.

"Ohhh you're a bad bad girl sweetheart, you shouldn't be doing this you know that but you can't go a day longer without my cock deep inside you..can you?"

"Noooo i need you so bad right now, it's aching..it hurts and only you can heal me" your eyes teared up as you spoke and it only fueled his desires further, stronger, deeper.

"Such a needy, pilant cunt ..you feel this don't you? My cock so deep inside you, stretching you out so wide you can't even breathe properly"

His hips thrusted in and out of you harshly as he spoke, finger let go of your hair and he placed them over your lips to spread your lipstick, as your tears ran down he used them to smudge those smoke eyes of yours, he wanted you to look completely fucked by the end of it all.

"Goshhh dae..oh god..keep going..don't ever stop" as soon as the words left your mouth he stopped, ofcourse, he grabbed your chin between his fingers before he spoke again.

"Mmmhm adorable cumsluts like you shouldn't make demands, they should only follow commands. So don't you ever think that you can boss me around in bed you hear me?" His voice was firm as if he was correcting the behavior of a petulant child.

"Mmmmm yesss I'm sorry..so sorry I'm so dumb"

"Don't overestimate yourself my sweet whore, you're not just dumb. You're the most pathetic girl for craving such a treatment"

Your walls clenched around him as he degraded you with his words, you were so close to cumming around him, he picked up a slow pace, teasing you with every thrust of his hips and the moment your eyes rolled back in your head he knew you won't be able to hold any longer,

"Look how easy you are to please, go on now.. be the filthy little slut i have known you to be since the day one and fucking cum around my cock"

And you did, he held onto your waist as your body convulsed underneath him, he didn't want you to hurt yourself or pull a muscle in throes of passion you were feeling at the moment, your body felt limp and relaxed but your mind felt completely hazy.

You didn't know what it was but you didn't want him to be rough anymore. Maybe it was just the hormones or the medication you were on or the frustration you felt because of the immobility. The fact that he was hiding something from you.

Or maybe it was the amalgamation of all those things that made you want to be held and cherished again. You didn't have to say the safeword, when you looked at him so lovingly he just knew you needed another side of him now so he leaned into you to kiss you before he cupped your cheeks.

"What is it baby..talk to me"

"Just …love me again please..I'm sorry I'm being this way today..I don't know what's wrong with me"

You sobbed as you spoke to him and it rendered his heart, he felt angry, so raged because he knew you felt hopeless at times since the accident, he knew that you feared you'd never heal again or walk again or be able to cook again. All of this was happening because of her and he knew he'd take all this anger out on her the very next day.

"Silly precious girl, you're all perfect.. nothing is wrong with you..shhh now ..I'll make you feel good i promise "

He wiped your tears before he kissed you again and at the same time his hips started to roll, making you lose your senses when you were barely recovering from the last orgasm.

"You'd never leave me .. promise me you'd never ever leave me again "

"Shhhhh I'm here, I'd always be here now..as long as you'd have me..I promise" he assured you.

Your arm circled around his neck and you hid your face between the crook of his neck as he picked up his pace, his lips continued to place soft kisses on your neck, fingers caressed your scalp, mouth mumbled whispers of sweet nothings until you had forgotten everything for a moment.

"You're my prettiest girl, my most precious angel..my strongest girl..i love you my darling..my sweet y/n..ohhh darling" he cried out your name as his orgasm sneaked on him when you suddenly clenched your walls around him as tightly as you could,

He was going to make you all better, make you happy the way you used to be before she ruined it. He collapsed next to you so you turned your head to look at him, there was a smile on your face, he was so beautiful, you could have watched his post coitus self for eternity like this.

"Feeling better?" He propped himself on his elbow and tapped your nose with his fingers as he questioned you.

"Mhmmmm sorry about the meltdown..this was the best birthday i have ever had.. nobody has ever made me feel the way you do my sweet dae dae and when I met you the first time i never thought we'd get here..that I'd ever get to have you like this"

He has changed so much in the past year, he wasn't the same reclusive man who didn't say a word to you unless the intentions behind those words were sexual.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you lovingly before he got off the bed and proceeded to clean you both up one by one. He put on a fresh pair of underwear on you before he made you sit up and took your dress off carefully to put a nightgown on you. Normally you preferred to shower after sex but you didn't have the energy to go through the saran wrapping process, even though he looked really adorable wrapping you up in it.

"Can you take my makeup off please" you asked him sweetly so he looked at you before he went to your dresser and rummaged through your drawer.

"Ummmm what exactly I'm looking for" he finally asked you after fidgeting for a moment and his nervousness made you chuckle, it was a rare sight indeed.

"Look for a pack of cleansing wipes. ..it must be there somewhere"

"Got it"

You slept like a baby that night but waking up the next morning you didn't find him next to you. Sally was there instead to help you with your morning routine. Once you were back in bed again you called Daemon and he told you he was at the center but for some reason you didn't believe him, your instincts told you that he was not telling the truth.

Only one person could have cleared your doubts so you called Viserys and when he informed you that Daemon wasn't there your heart felt anxious like never before. You didn't want to jump to conclusions so you asked him if he had any other work related meetings but Viserys didn't think that was the case either.

Your questions had raised a few alarms for him as well, Daemon had been really secretive about Samantha lately, Alison told him that whenever she talked to her on call she felt weird as if she was scared of something that couldn't share..she was also refusing to meet Alison for weeks now. Viserys knew that he had to find out the truth before his brother got himself into a sort of trouble he won't be able to escape.

Daemon was at his condo preparing the worst concoction he could imagine, he made a soup that sure was edible but he knew it would taste horrible..he forgot to add salt after all. As he entered the room he found her crying and it made him smile, she hasn't eaten in a day, she must be starving he thought.

He sat down on the bed and she wasn't struggling anymore, she wasn't hurling abuses at him either, she was just staring at him with a cold blank look in her eyes, a look he was familiar with, he saw the same look in his eyes every time he looked in a mirror for all those years when he was with her.

He put the bowl of soup down on the dresser before he took his shirt off and then he proceeded to shove a spoonful of saltless soup into her mouth which made her gag but she was so hungry she didn't even care.

"Do you remember the night you gave me this ugly scar?" He asked her as he pointed towards the big scar over his right shoulder,

"I remember you crying like a baby because you couldn't take it like a man" she smirked at him and it made him smile even more. He won't allow her words to reach him anymore "You think you're a big tough man now? We both know the truth sweet boy, you'd always be the pathetic spineless man that I knew before..I just wanted to make a strong man out of you but alas you would never be a real man" she laughed like a witch so he smiled for a moment before he splashed the hot soup right on her face. She screamed as she felt the stinging sensation burning her skin and eyes.

"You fucking bastard"

He got up and put his shirt back on again before he smiled sweetly and leaned over her, she immediately started to struggle against her chains to hurt him but he was unreachable.

"You know why I asked you if you remembered that day?" She didn't answer the question but that didn't stop him from speaking his mind "I was going to propose that night, I was going to ask you to marry me, everything you did to me before that was still not enough of a lesson for me i guess but then you stabbed me with a knife, a fucking knife, in the name of love you shoved a knife inside me" her eyes welled up at the knowledge, there was a genuine look of shock on her face for once, she could have hooked him forever, she should have done that only.

"Why are you telling me all this you little pansy ass bitch" she spat at him so he chuckled.

"So you know that I'm very grateful for that night and what you did to me" she looked at him confused as he said that so he clarified what he meant "So thankful that you finally opened my eyes and made me believe in the evil that was always there in you, thank you Samantha" he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Daemon please baby we can fix this i promise..I'll change you know I'll change " she started crying again and that's exactly what he wanted to see today, he wanted her to cry and wallow in pain, he was on a treacherous path, he knew with every passing day this was growing and turning personal instead of it being just about bringing you justice.

He didn't want to stay near her at all after that, he wanted to go back home to you but then he heard his main door opening and his heart stopped beating momentarily.

Samantha heard it too so she started to scream for help and he didn't even have time to shut her up. The worst part was that he knew who it was, only one person had the key to his condo. You.

So when he turned around to look , he finally saw you and Viserys standing at his bedroom door with the look of horror on your faces but that didn't really bother him, it wasn't the look on your face that made him loathe himself again, it was the disappointment in your eyes.

He knew he'd lose his worth now, he knew you'd never feel proud of him again after witnessing the cruelty he was capable of. He knew you'd never love him the way you did until now. Why would you love a monster like him?

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

Note : Is the gif too sinful or what? 👀

Taglist (please check your setting if I’m not able to tag you)

@simbaaas-stuff @ajthefujoshi @witchybitch2 @hypocritic-trash-baby @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @thefallenangel21n @kmc1989

@stupidthoughtsinwriting

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader angst #daemon targaryen x reader fluff #modern daemon targaryen #non canon au #modern au #read the warnings

177 notes · View notes

fanficforlife · 7 months

Text

Chapter Nine

Even though it was the middle of August, the air was cool. It probably had something to do with the fact that you were sitting on the back porch at four-thirty in the morning.

"There you are, baby." Kayce sat down on the steps next to you. His arm slid around your back while he kissed your temple. "What are you doing out here?"

You looked ahead of you so he followed your gaze to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. Lee. His hold on you tightened. "I was talking."

"About what?"

"You," a smile pulled at your lips. A comfortable silence settled between you while you watched the bird fly off. "Lee knew I left California to get away from Nick. A few weeks before he died he found me sitting back here. The sun had just started coming up and he asked why I was up so early. I tried to hide it but he knew I was crying. He sat down and made me tell him what was wrong." You took a breath. "I get nightmares sometimes about Nick. Sometimes they're just memories of what he did, other times it's him finding me."

"Baby," the hand that wasn't around your waist reached for your hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't get them when we sleep in the same bed."

"You should move in with me then."

"Kayc."

"I know. Just me and Tate, for a while at least. Did you have a nightmare tonight?"

"No. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you." Your fingers played with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. "Lee always told me I was safe here." You let out a small giggle. "And, that even though you hadn't asked me out yet, you wouldn't let anyone touch me."

Kayce chuckled. "He was right about that. I wouldn't have let your ex or anyone else near you. I still won't."

You smiled at him before looking out at the trees.

"Letty?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you feel safe here?"

"Yes." Your eyes met his hazel brown ones. "You make me feel safe."

He smiled and ran his hand across your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you, Letty."

"I know." You smiled. "I love you too."

"I gotta drive around and check some fences. What do you say we grab some coffee and you come keep me company? And, instead of sleeping in your bed again because Tate wanted to spend the weekend having a sleepover with his grandpa, we could spend the night at my place?"

"Yes and yes."

"Tate will be here with Dad so we have the whole day and night to ourselves." His perfect grin formed before he kissed you. "Go get changed. I'll get the coffee."

"Meet you in the kitchen in five minutes."

After going inside, you both walked through the living room to the hallway. As you went to walk passed the kitchen to your room, he stopped you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled softly. "You worry about me too much."

"I worry about you just as much as I should be. Now answer the question, beautiful."

Your hands came up and rested against the sides of his neck, your thumbs running across his stubble-covered jaw. "I'm okay. Just missing your brother."

"Me too."

"He would be so proud of you, Kayce."

"After kicking my ass for waiting so long to ask you out."

You giggled. "Yeah, that's probably true."

"Thank you for being there for me through that and every day since then."

"You're welcome. But, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to and I needed you just as much as you needed me."

His hand ran across your cheek. "I still need you."

"Right back at you." You rose to your toes and kissed him before going to change.

You leaned against the fence post watching Kayce while he finished securing a section of barbed wire that he had to replace.

"There," he straightened up, "that- What?"

"Nothing."

"Nothin'?" He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "What are you thinking about?"

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You." You leaned back against him while you both looked out over the pasture to the mountains.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Is that all I'm gonna get?" He chuckled and turned you to face him.

"I just..." your hands rested on his chest, "I can't believe I'm here with you. You are the most hardworking, caring, understanding man I have ever met." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. "I would go through everything in California again if I knew that it led me here."

In response, he grabbed your face and kissed you. "I love you more than anything on this earth, Letty. Well, you and the kid."

"I love you too." You giggled and slid your hands over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck as your lips met his. When the kiss started to grow heated, you stepped back. "You need to work."

"I just finished the last one."

"Yeah?"

The smirk that drove you crazy, in the best possible way, formed. "Yeah, now get back here." His hand slid into your hair pulling you in. As the kiss intensified, he picked you up and carried you to the tailgate of his truck. It was already down with tools sitting on it so he pushed them to the side before setting you on it. His eyes met yours and you smiled.

While you unzipped and shimmied out of your jeans, he unbuckled his belt and pushed it down. "Kayc," you moaned when he slowly thrust into you.

"Fuck, baby." His fiery eyes met yours. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust. "Yes," you moaned when one of his hands left your hips and went between you to your clit. "Yes. Yes. Kayce." It didn't take long for heat to start pooling.

When your orgasm had passed, he took your hands which had been gripping his shoulders and lay you on your back. "I want one more, baby." You nodded as you looked up at him, making the smirk you love form. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you.

You could feel a rough section of the tailgate scrape your ass cheek but you didn't care. He had you at the perfect angle and you started to clench around him. "Oh, god. Kayce."

"Yes, baby. Give me one more." His smirk reappeared. "Come for me, Letty." That put you over the edge and you fell apart. He came seconds later, spilling into you.

"You good, baby?" He asked as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

"Mhm," you mumbled with a smile.

He chuckled and zipped his jeans up before putting your underwear and jeans on you as far as he could get them with you still lying down.

After carefully getting to your feet, you pulled them up the rest of the way.

"Hi." Kayce smiled down at you, his hands going to your waist.

"Hi." Your fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. "That was...wow."

His smirk formed before he kissed you. "I'm gonna have to agree with you on that. Now get your sexy ass out of the way so I can clean up."

You giggled as he squeezed your sides. "What do you have to do now?" You asked as you leaned against the side of his truck.

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things." He informed, closing the tailgate. "Where do you think you're goin'?" His hand wrapped around yours, stopping you from going around to the passenger side.

"Maybe I don't want to sit beside you." You teased.

He backed you against the truck and pressed himself against you, keeping you in place. "You don't, huh?" The smirk that drove you crazy formed.

"Don't look at me like that we both know because we both know what comes next."

"You. Once, sometimes more."

"Kayce!" You gave him a shove so you could slip free.

His laugh followed you as you climbed into the truck. "You're cute when you blush."

"Oh my god." You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder while he buckled his seatbelt.

"Even cuter when you come."

Your jaw dropped as the red on your cheeks darkened.

He reached across your lap when you tried sliding across the seat. "I'll stop."

"Says the guy with the mischievous grin on his face."

"Get back here."

You gave in with a smile and settled in next to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest." His lips pressed against your temple before he started the truck.

When you got closer to town, you looked in the rearview mirror and started taming your hair. "You should leave it."

"It's a mess."

"You have that just had sex look."

"I did just have sex."

"Yes," he squeezed your knee, "but everyone else will see it and know you're mine."

You giggled, "I'm pretty sure everyone will know that without advertising what we just did. You always hold my hand when we go to town, or have your arm around me, your hand on my back." After smoothing the last tangled strand, you leaned back against the seat. "I'm guessing you don't hold Ryan or Colby's hand when you go to town to pick stuff up."

"Definitely not." His laugh echoed through the cab.

A comfortable silence settled between you as you rested your head on his shoulder and thought about how much your life had changed in the last seven and a half months. You escaped from Nick and the nightmare he put you through and ended up meeting a man so good you didn't think could even exist. Going through hell had brought you to the most amazing version of heaven on earth. And, you would endure it all over again so you could end up with the cowboy sitting beside you and his son.

"What are you thinking about?" Kayce asked as he joined you on the porch of the foreman's house. You had made his mom's stew and biscuits for dinner so he offered to put the leftovers away. "You've been kind of quiet since I got back from helping Dad in the barn before dinner. I told you it would just be us today, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

Your fingers picked at the cuff of your sleeve. "When you were with your dad and I was inside with Tate making the biscuits, Tate...he told me he loves me. He's said it before but it's always just been love you. When the biscuits were in the oven we were talking about what he and his grandpa did today. I was leaning back against the counter, when he was done telling me he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me and he said I love you." Tears started to pool in your eyes while you stared down at the ends of your sleeves. "He told me he was happy I came here because I'm kind of like his mom. Then he rested the side of his face against my stomach and hugged me. He laughed and said I make you happy so you're not as grumpy anymore so I can never leave."

Kayce chuckled, "he's right, you do make me happy." When you continued staring at your hands, he took hold of your chin and lifted it, making you look at him. "Hey, talk to me." Concern was evident in his voice when he saw tears start to trickle from your eyes. "Was it because he thinks you're his mom? I'll tell him not to call you that."

"It wasn't that."

"Nick?"

You nodded as you drew in a shaky breath. "If he finds me he said he would kill whoever helped me."

"Baby, it's been almost eight months since you got away from him. He would have found you by now."

"But, what if he's still looking? What if he does eventually find me?"

"If he does, he's not going to get a chance to kill anyone."

"What if you're all gone and just me and Tate are here? What...Tate-" A small sob cut you off.

Kayce wiped away your tears. "I know what you're thinking and you're not leaving. Tate loves you, I love you. Hell, everyone on this ranch loves you. You belong here." His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear before going back to try and dry your cheeks. "I'll tell you what. Tate's closet in the main house is five times bigger than it needs to be. Since we spend most of the time there anyway, especially you and him when I'm working, we'll close in part of the closet so he can hide in there. I'll make the door look like part of the wall so no one will know any different. Okay?"

You sniffed. "Okay."

"Come here." You stood up and he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His hand rested against the side of your neck. "Tate's not the only one who thinks you're kind of like his mom. You are beyond amazing with him. I know we've only been together for three months but I know that God sent you to me. We belong together, Letty."

"Kayce." A smile finally formed before you pressed your lips against his. It didn't take long before you both needed more. He stood up taking you with him and carried you to his bed.

After setting you on your feet, his hands went to work on your jeans. As he pulled them down, his hand ran across the scrape you got from the tailgate making you flinch. "Did I scratch you?" When you both looked you realized what it was from. "Shit. I should've put a blanket or something down."

"It's not that bad... if you kiss it better it will be as good as new."

"I can't have my baby hurt." He smirked, sinking to his knees and doing what you said. But, he didn't stop there. He kissed his way across your hip before taking off your underwear and jeans and gently pushed you onto the bed.

"Kayc," you moaned as he buried his face between your legs.

His hands slid under your thighs and gripped your hips, securing you in place. "You taste so damn good." He groaned before going to work again.

"Oh, god." After a couple of minutes of just using his tongue, one of his hands left your hip. His fingers dipped inside you while his mouth focused on the bundle of sensitive nerves. Your hands dove into his brown wavy hair. It took only minutes for your stomach to begin to tighten and waves of intense pleasure coursed through you.

When you came down from your high, Kayce's lips crashed against yours. He ushered you backwards, away from the edge, so he could climb between your legs. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue danced with yours.

He slowly thrust into you. His hand went to the back of your neck and he lifted you. "You're mine." His eyes pierced yours.

Whenever Nick told you that you were his it would make you feel hopeless and scared. Hearing Kayce tell you that you're his drove home the fact that this is where you were meant to be, with him and his son. "I'm yours." You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his.

*****

You parked one of the Dutton's work trucks in front of the grocery store as a patrol car was making its way down the street. While you got out, the police car parked behind the truck, blocking you in.

"Ma'am," one of them greeted as they walked up to you.

"Hi."

"Can I ask why you have the Dutton's truck?"

"I'm umm, getting groceries. I work for them." You swallowed nervously as memories of Nick in his police uniform filled your head.

"We've never seen you around town before."

"I've been here since the middle of February."

"Uh-huh." They exchanged doubtful looks. Sweat covered your palms. "Can I see your license, please?"

Panic set in. "I-I didn't steal it."

He nodded. "Let me just run your license and we'll get this cleared up."

"You can call John. He'll tell you I work there."

"We will after we check your license. Is it in

there?" He asked as he stepped forward and dumped the contents of your purse onto the driver's seat. You were frozen in fear. After opening your wallet, he pulled out your driver's license. "Well, Violet Smith from Los Angeles, I'll be right back."

Your heart rate was out of control, you were trembling. The officers could tell you were guilty of something so the other officer stood in front of you, corralling you between the open truck door and driver's seat, while the other went to the car.

Seconds later, the officer returned from the car. "I think it's time you tell us your real name because it isn't Violet Smith."

"I-I-"

"Cuff her."

"No."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Please. Just call John. Please!" Tears started falling from your eyes.

Once the handcuffs were secured, the officer took hold of your arm and put you in the back of the car. People were standing around watching as the other officers locked the truck. After they both got in, they drove to the station.

"No! No!" You pulled against the two officers who had uncuffed you and were trying to take your fingerprints. "Please, don't. Please!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Haskell came out of his office.

"We're trying to take her fingerprints but she's resisting."

"Please, don't. Call John Dutton. He'll tell you I work for him. Please!" You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks.

The sheriff looked at you for a few seconds. "Put her in one of the cells."

"But, we haven't even started with the paperwork or anything yet."

"I'll take care of it." He took your license off the counter. "Just put her in a cell."

"Just call him, please. I'm not lying!"

The officers took you through a door and your pleas died off. They brought you down the hall, putting you in one of the cells that lined the wall.

The door shut behind you with a clang, making you flinch. You went to the bench lining one wall, buried your face in your hands and cried. John would have to tell the sheriff who you were. Nick would come get you because he would see it on your file after the sheriff put your information into the computer. You mourned for the life you had here, for the friends you made, for the Duttons, for Tate. And, for Kayce. Nick would do whatever he wanted to you once he brought you back. But, the thought of never seeing Kayce again made your heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe. Death would be better than having to live without him and his son.

"Where is she?!" Kayce's voice echoed down the hall.

When you heard it, a sob left your lips knowing it was only a matter of days before you would never hear it again.

"Violet!" As soon as the sheriff unlocked your cell, he flung the door open and ran in. You stood up and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against him. You clung to his shirt as a fresh wave of tears spilled down your face. "I'm here, Letty. It's okay. You're coming home."

"N-Nick- He-he knows- I can't g-go back."

"He doesn't know, baby."

You pushed on his chest so you could look up at him. "He will! My name-he-"

"He won't know you're here because your name is Violet Smith." John finished from where he and the sheriff were standing outside the cell.

"But..." your eyes went to the sheriff.

"I've known John a long time." The sheriff informed. "He filled me in on everything. You're safe here, Violet. And, as far as the two who brought you in, and everyone else working here know, you're hiding from an abusive ex who's a cop, hence the fake ID. That's all they need to know." You looked at him unsure. "Nick and everything about your old life is safe with me. I won't be telling anyone." You gave a small nod of your head and a warm smile formed on his face. "I think it's time to get you out of there and back home."

"Come on, baby." Kayce kissed your hairline before putting his arm around your waist and guiding you out.

"I'm sorry, Vi," John said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I should've known it would be a matter of time before one of the knuckleheads working here stopped you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled. "Let's get outta here."

The second you climbed into bed Kayce pulled you into his arms. You burrowed into him as close as you could get. "I was scared." He admitted into your hair after a couple of silent minutes.

You shifted so you could look up at him. "You were scared? Nothing scares you."

"Losing you scares me." His brown eyes were watery. "The sheriff called Dad while we were working in the barn. All Dad said was it's you and to get in the truck. I think he drove faster than I've ever seen him drive before. If they would have booked you in...I would have been sitting in that cell right next to you." He slid his hand into your hair and rested his forehead against yours. "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." You sniffed, fighting back tears. "I thought I would have to go back."

"Baby, you are never going to lose me. No matter what. And, he is never, ever getting you back. I love you with everything I am, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started trickling over, "I love you too." Your lips met but this one felt different than all of the other ones. This one captured the last lingering thoughts you had of having to leave, of not getting too close. He took them all along with the last brick you had guarding your heart and you gave yourself to him, all of you. This was your home and he was the man you were supposed to be with.

…………………………………………………………………………

@saintnourah

124 notes · View notes

sweetangelo · 8 months

Text

1987 turtles comforting you after a nightmare (headcanons),comfort/fluff!

some parts might be a bit ooc or worded very weird, i'm still getting use to writing fics n all that stuff like this!! so apologies if something is badly worded.

also raph in the 87 version canonically sleeps with one sai under his pillow, so i wanted to include that with his part.

leonardo

when you woke up from your nightmare, you messaged leo first. without saying anything, he immediately came over to your place (of course knocking at your window first before coming in). you let him in and he gently held both of your shaky hands, leading you over back to the bed. "take deep breaths, inhale and exhale.." he rubbed your back as you did, after you began to tell him about your nightmare. leo gave a sad expression after hearing it, "i'm so sorry to hear that, [y/n].." a quiet sad noise was made from him, "but don't you worry! i'll be here all night, here, with you to help!" he gave a soft smile which made you smile a little bit. he asked if you would like a hug and you accepted it, he gave you a hug while he told you everything was gonna be okay. leo gave you a small peck on the cheek and then a couple on your hands. the two of you were laying in bed, cuddled up together in bed. you two eventually fell asleep and woke up when it was morning. you told leo that he helped you feel a lot better, which made his tail wag slightly and a quiet chirp was made from happiness that he could help you.

donatello

you immediately called donnie on the turtle-com after you had awoken from your nightmare. you were shaking and trying to mutter words out, before donnie had told you. "hey hey, calm down! i'm here, okay?" and you took deep breaths, which he had guided you to do so. once you were able to speak, you asked if he could come over, which he hesitated for a moment and looked at his workplace seeing how messy it was. 'i'll clean this all up when i'm back.. helping my friend is more important than some mess' he thought to himself and then nodded, heading over to your place. he knocked on the window once he arrived amd you gladly let the purple-masked turtle inside, hugging him out of impulse and of course fear from the nightmare still. donnie pat your back gently and lead you back over to the bed, rubbing your shoulder in a soothing motion as you told him about the nightmare you had. he, of course, reassured you nothing bad was going to happen and went on about how nightmares are mostly fears that stem through your brain, all that science-y stuff.

raphael

raph sleepily rubbed his eyes as he heard his turtle-com ringing. "ughhnm.. [y/n] what is it-" before he could finish the last word, you were bawling and telling him about what happened, of course forgetting to mention the nightmare part. he immediately sat up and grabbed his sai underneath his pillow, basically ready to beat up anyone who hurt you. "don't worry, i'll beat the guy-- wait.. did you have a nightmare-" he asked after hearing an unrealistic part of the story you were telling him, he took a deep breath in and then out before speaking again. "oh my god [y/n].. listen to me," he began to speak. "do you really think those brain-melted punks are real? c'mon.. they're not gomna hurt you." you giggled a bit at his comment, wiping your tears from your face as he continued to speak. basically shit-talking about the people in the dream you had, or just making fun of the whole thing of course in a way that would reassure you that nothing bad was gonna happen. he offered to sleep on call with you so you would have some sort of company since his brothers were asleep in the next rooms and he was exhausted from the mission he had that night, so the two of you fell asleep on call together.

michelangelo

"wait, wait, dude- so let me get this straight.." he began to simplify what you had just told him about the nightmare so he could understand better and you nodded, "nah dude, that's like, totally unreal. why would any of us do that to you? you're our friend, duh" he spoke, basically going on and on about how your nightmare was unrealistic and that it'd never happen. he then got up and told you to wait a moment, quickly going and getting you a snack (your favorite or something you had told him that you would like to have). he then gave it to you, even opening for you if it was in some sort of package or plastic. "here dude, a snack usually helps me snap outta my bad thoughts." he gave you a smile and his tail wagged slowly as he sat next to you, seeing you feel better made him feel better and happy that he could comfort and help you from this. after you were done with your snack, he took the plastic/packaging (if there was any) and went to throw it away for you as you got comfy in bed again to go back to sleep, feeling a lot better after the orange-masked turtle had helped you calm down.

107 notes · View notes

pascaloverx · 6 months

Text

Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

preview chapter two

*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

58 notes · View notes

v3nusxsky · 1 year

Note

Number 45 please with larissa

You| fluff

*Authors note~ I love this idea sm so here's a little fluffy Drabble.*

Trigger warnings~ mentions of depressed reader, attachment issues

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

You knew that Larissa would be out of Jericho for some sort of teaching convention that was mandatory. It would only last the weekend but you were terrified that something could happen to your girlfriend while she was gone. Truthfully you knew it was your anxiety talking but your nightmares had returned at full force, you didn't want to tell Larissa and cause her to worry about you all weekend, so you kept them quiet, making sure to not wake the blonde woman while you sobbed into your pillow.

Your attachment issues were at full force now, it was destroying you, your past had left such an imprint on you that when anyone important was gone for more than a few hours you immediately assumed the worst, your mind always managed to concoct the most heartbreaking images and scenarios known to man. You'd done well hiding it from her, you kissed your girlfriend goodbye and watched as she drove away before you broke down in tears.

You knew she loved you and would come home to you, she always did, but that didn't stop the dark cloud currently reigning over your head. You knew you could go to your close friend, Marilyn but honestly you didn't want to. Nothing she did would make you feel any better, after all they were not your Isa. You only wanted her and nothing would soothe that ache in your heart.

Friday night, you cried yourself to sleep holding her pillow to your chest as your tears ran until they couldn't run no more. You woke up with the mother of all headaches which made your longing for the blonde woman even worse. It was now so bad that all you did all day was stay in bed, wrapped up in one of her work blazers that smelt like her and slept. If you weren't sleeping you were crying. A relentless cycle that appeared to be never ending.

By Saturday evening a knock sounded on your bedroom door, one of which you ignored despite hearing Marilyn call out for you. You didn't want her. And the thought of putting a smile on to hide the state you were in was just too overwhelming for you to even consider. Marilyn gave up after a few minutes and settled to go and call your girlfriend.

Larissa's heart broke at the thought you had locked yourself in the room, not even eaten much and spent the weekend crying. She knew you struggled but you'd seemed okay when she left, but now she started to realise you were just hiding it. She immediately wanted to come back to Nevermore and hold you, but she had to finish some things in the morning before the drive home.

You were dead asleep when she arrived through the gates of Nevermore, Larissa made it her mission to find you but ended up bumping into Marilyn, only to be informed that you hadn't moved yet. That helped her make a beeline for your shared room and slip into the darkened room. You were snuggled up in her blazer with her pillow looking like a small child. She immediately slipped into bed and you instinctively snuggled up on her chest letting out a little happy sigh.

"My sweet girl, I'm here darling rest" she murmured stroking through your knotty hair. She was content to just hold you until you woke up naturally, "mmmm Isa?" You sleepily mumbled confused at her presence. "I'm here love, why didn't you tell me sweetheart?" Tears shone in your eyes again, "I'm sorry Isa I didn't wanna bother you" you whispered subconsciously snuggling closer to her. "Marilyn tried to check on you love" she pointed out which caused you to whimper, "she's not you." Truthfully Larissa had missed you just as much and was just happy to know you were safe and well, reassuring you for the rest of the day of her love for you.

Word count~ 691

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #anon request #anon requested

129 notes · View notes

9haharharley1 · 9 months

Note

For the Vulnerability prompts if you're up for it!:

Giving them permission to do something they'd never let anyone else do

Blackice or pompep?

I wrote this while waiting to get my tires changed lol. This was so much harder to write than I want to admit. Why do I struggle with these little character moments so much?!

Anyway, I hope I met the prompt requirement!

---

Jack woke to shaking, bleary eyes blinking open as the fog of heat started to lift from his mind. He hated summer, hated the way it slowed him down, left him lethargic and drained of cold. It was like the sun was purposely out to melt him.

At first he thought the shaking was him. There was trembling against his back, and it was only as he rubbed at his eyes that he realized it was not him, but Pitch who shook so violently against him he practically shook the bed. Jack jerked fully awake, trying to roll over to meet his Boogieman, but there was an arm thrown around his waist, trapping him. Jack reached down, wrapping his hand around Pitch's clutching fingers, letting a light coating of frost seep into the rigid digits.

"Pitch?" he called out. The hand under his trembled, and Jack managed to pry the fingers away enough to forcefully roll over.

To his shock, Pitch was asleep. Pitch never slept! Jack had never seen him sleep before, hadn't even known the man could sleep! Pitch was so violently against sleep that Jack was still surprised he could get the man to even snuggle with him in bed. He always thought the man would look relaxed with sleep, his anger soothing as he dropped off into a world of dreams. This was not what Jack expected at all. Jack reached up, tracing icy fingers over grey cheeks, alarm shooting through him when he saw tear tracks freeze the man's skin. Pitch continued to tremble.

"Pitch, wake up!" he called, hands finding Pitch's shoulders and shaking him roughly. Pitch jerked awake, eyes a startling metallic silver, more tears leaking down his face. He stared at Jack, blank and wide-eyed.

Ever so gently, Jack wiped the tears away. He managed a small, strained smile. "Hey..." Pitch continued to stare blankly at him. Then he rolled over, away from Jack. Jack snuggled up close to his back, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You were having a bad dream..."

"Comes with the territory..." Pitch muttered. His voice was rough with sleep and emotion, but his shaking had died down. A warm hand found Jack's, lacing their fingers together.

"Is this why I've never seen you sleep?" Jack asked quietly. He squeezed Pitch's fingers, tightening his arm around the older man.

"Partly," Pitch admitted. "The truth would be that sleep has never come easy for me since becoming the Nightmare King." He snorted. "The bad dreams are just icing on the nightmarish cake."

"But a few years ago..." Jack continued, Pitch rolling onto his back to look at him properly, "Sandy knocked you out with dreamsand. You dreamt then."

Pitch worked an arm under Jack as Jack cuddled into his chest, hot fingers sneaking up his hoodie to dance over cold skin. Jack traced his nails down Pitch's exposed chest. "The only time I ever have good dreams, I'm afraid," he whispered.

"Do you..." Jack swallowed thickly, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," Pitch said quietly. His arm tightened on Jack and he buried his nose in Jack's hair. "Just... You being here is enough."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, hand fisting over Pitch's heart. "Because if you need anything, to talk or- or if I need to do something I can!"

Pitch chuckled, the sound low and rumbling under Jack's hand. "I'm fine, Jack. It's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last."

"But"-

"Hush, Jack," Pitch said, and Jack could hear the smile in the old spirit's voice. "This is more than enough. Truly."

"Doesn't feel like it..." Jack mumbled through pursed lips. Jack could feel the smile pressed to his hair and he fought his own.

Silence lapsed between them, Jack's eyes starting to feel heavy again as summer had yet to fade and his body had yet to work through his recent lethargy. He blinked as he felt Pitch shift, adjusting as the man pulled out from under him. He tried not to pout, thinking the man was leaving him to sleep alone, but the Boogieman only rolled to the edge of the bed, leaning over it to grab his discarded robe. Jack propped up on an elbow, watching his lover rifle through the pockets before discarding the robe again, and lying back down. Pitch held out his arm again, and Jack was quick to snuggle back into that broad chest as fingers found their place on his hip. He pressed a kiss to Pitch's shoulder.

"What was that?" There was no real urgency for an answer in his tone.

Pitch was silent for a moment. His fingers tightened on Jack's hip. Jack felt his heart rate spike under his palm and he looked up at the man. Pitch's brows were drawn.

"Pitch?" he asked, worried.

"I..." Pitch started slowly, staring at the ceiling, "I want to... to show you something."

Jack gave him a reassuring smile even though the man wouldn't look at him. "Okay. What is it?"

"It's..." Pitch's brow furrowed. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Hm."

Jack propped himself up again, placing a cold hand to Pitch's cheeks and forcing the older man to look at him. "You don't have to if it's something painful," he said quietly. "Whatever secrets you have, you don't need to tell me. You never have to tell me if you don't want to or if you're not ready for me to know." He gave a small smile. "Even if I am burning with curiosity to know everything about you."

The silver in Pitch's metallic eyes bled gold and he managed a small smile. "Just being around me can burn you," the man stated with a leer.

Jack smacked his chest lightly. "Hey! I'm trying to be sincere and understanding right now, don't twist my words!"

"I would never do such a thing," Pitch lied. The hand on Jack's hip left to bury in white hair, petting it gently. "But I do appreciate the sentiment. Which is why I... It's..." Pitch groaned, scowling at the ceiling. "Why is this hard?" he growled to no one in particular.

Jack pressed a small kiss to the corner of Pitch's mouth. "Don't force yourself," he said. He laid back down, flicking a nail teasingly over one of Pitch's nipples. Pitch shivered under him. His other hand was suddenly forced in Jack's face, something metallic shining between his fingers.

"Here," Pitch grumbled. Jack's eyes grew wide, looking up at the Boogieman only to see him glaring up at the frost on the cavern ceiling. "Just... hm."

Jack took the small object, noticing the way Pitch's hand shook almost imperceptibly. It was a locket, smaller than his palm and shiny gold, the design on the edges long faded with time and from fingers running over the casing. Jack looked up again to see Pitch still staring at the ceiling, more resigned now than frustrated. The hand was back on his hip, fingers digging into his skin. Jack found the latch on the side and opened the locket.

Inside was the image a beautiful young girl, her long hair raven black and wild, butterfly clips keeping it out of her face. Her face was chubby with youth, her nose strong, and eyes golden, glowing with mischief and delight.

She was the spitting image of Pitch Black.

Jack's eyes watered as he stared down at her, at who she must have been, what she must have meant to Pitch. He sniffed quietly, trying to muffle it, to keep the older spirit from hearing it, but Pitch did anyway, rolling over to gather Jack in his arms and bury his face in white hair. They both exhaled shaky breaths, Jack still staring at the image of the girl from where he curled up against Pitch's chest.

"She's beautiful..." he whispered, so quiet he thought his lover might not hear.

"She was..." Pitch murmured back, and Jack's heart ached as tears froze on his lashes.

"You're daughter?" Jack asked quietly.

Pitch nodded again. "Did the Guardians tell you?"

Jack shook his head. "She looks so much like you..." He snapped the locket closed. "The Guardians know?"

A shaky exhale ruffled Jack's hair. "I didn't want them to know..." Pitch admitted quietly. "They were never supposed to know about her. I knew if they ever found out they would find a way to use it against me, and lo and behold, they did." He was barely holding back a snarl.

"Back in the Dark Ages, right?" Jack sighed as Pitch nodded again, arms tightening around him. "Kinda glad I missed all that... Sounds like such a drama fest." He cracked a small smile as Pitch huffed into his hair. "But thank you for telling me. I think I might have been pissed if I found out from the others..."

"I would have been pissed if they told you before me," Pitch grumbled. "She's not their's to talk about." He pulled away a little, enough to look down at the little gold locket cradled in Jack's hands. "I can't even talk about her..." he whispered brokenly.

Jack looked down at the locket. He traced the worn design Pitch must have traced a million times before, ran his fingers over the gold chain. He found the clasp, unlocking it. Then he reached up, working one arm under Pitch to hook the two ends back around his neck. The locket dangled awkwardly around Pitch's shoulder from how they lay, but the contrast of gold and ash made Jack smile. He ran his fingers over it, then traced them over Pitch's chest. He looked up. Pitch gazed back at him with wide eyes.

"You don't have to talk about her," Jack stated, "not if you're not ready. But when you are ready, I'll be hear to listen." He tapped the locket with a nail. "But you should be proud to show this off. Don't hide her away from the world."

Jack found himself crushed to Pitch's bare chest, arms tight around him as Pitch buried his face in his hair once more. He's pretty sure he heard the man mutter, "I won't..." and Jack smiled. He placed a gentle kiss to his Boogieman's chest, and held him back just as tight.

#i dont think this actually fits the prompt #harley writes #fic #my writing #blackice #rotg #pitch black #jack frost #kozmotis pitchiner

83 notes · View notes

clonelyhours · 8 months

Text

Good Luck Charm

Pairing(s): Rex x f!reader

Tags/warnings: mentioned as girlfriend, mainly fluff, trauma from Umbara, conversation and hugging in the shower, but nothing explict

It was common for the 501st Captain to sleep talk. The war had done things to him, horrible things, and it now invaded his sleeping.

When you asked Rex about his dreams, he didn't say much. It was usually around the line of 'It was nothing, don't worry about me.' or 'I'm fine." which you understood. The war did take a huge toll on his life and of course he wouldn't want to discuss the thoughts that ate up his mind every night.

But after what happened on Umbara, that's when he finally broke.

One night, you had stayed up late, counting up the loss of clones from that day's battle while Rex was sound asleep on your bed, when he began to toss and turn. "No, no stop." Rex mumbled. "Stop! They're us! They're clones!"

You stood up from your seat and hurried over to his side. "Hey, hey, it's just a dream love, wake up." You gently shook him.

When the captain came to, he looked at you with fear in his eyes. Slowly, he sat up and placed his hands against his face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't apologize." Your lips curved into a frown. "I was awake anyways."

"What? Why?" Rex pulled his sweaty shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. "You need to get some sleep."

"This isn't about me Rex, it's about you. I know that you don't want to talk about your nightmares... but maybe it'll take some of the weight off of your chest."

"Y/N, I promise you, I'm fine." The blonde stood up and went to get a new pair of blacks. "All I need is something to eat, a shower, and then I'll be good to go."

"Not so fast." You stopped him and patted the spot next to you. "Sit down."

Rex simply did as told and took the spot. A sad, disturbed expression had taken over his face, his gaze on the ground. "I'm sorry."

"Rex," You gently grabbed his hand. "it wasn't your fault and you know it."

"A lot of those men could still be here if I hadn't shot them dead." He muttered. "I murdered them, my own brothers. They're dead because of my... my gullibility."

"No, my love." You used your other hand to cup one of his cheeks. "You were deceived, by an awful monster. He used your loyalty against you and that wasn't fair."

Rex instantly relaxed under your touch, but couldn't bear look at you. He hated appearing as vulnerable in front of anyone, even you. Being his girlfriend, you of course knew this, so you guided his head to your shoulder, where he was able to bury his face into the crook of your neck. His tears began soaking your shirt, but you didn't mind. For the rest of the night, you held him in your arms until he fell back asleep.

Even later that night, after you'd fallen asleep with him, Rex found himself having another bad dream. This time, he woke up on his own, surprised that you were still out cold. Deciding that he most likely wasn't going to go back to sleep, Rex carefully removed himself from your arms and tried to get off of the bed without waking you, but failed to do so.

"Rex? Are you okay?" You tiredly asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He tried not to worry you. "I'm just gonna hop in the fresher."

"Alright."

Once Rex undressed and stepped into the shower, he stood underneath the water and got lost in thought. He hadn't even noticed that you walked into the washroom.

Soon, his tears were blending with the water droplets that rushed down his face, and you had stepped in behind him. "Rex?"

"Maybe he was right, maybe I am... just a dysfunctional clone." Rex mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested the side of your face against his back. "Don't say that."

"Why? It's true." He shrugged. "Clones were built to handle any stress, but I can't. Every one of my brothers, nothing seems to bother them, they don't think about these things as much I do."

"You're right, baby. Your brothers are different than you." You pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. "You're their Captain and they're your responsibility. When they fall, you take the blame upon yourself."

"You don't get it— we were bred in a lab, we were created to fight, to die. It shouldn't bother me that we're fulfilling our purpose."

You turned the blonde around and looked up at him. "Rex, I understand this more than you think I do." You whispered. "As a medic, I'm expected to save so many of your brothers, and when I fail I... I can't help but feel like it's my fault."

"Of course it isn't your fault, love. Not everyone can be saved." He cupped one of his large hands on your cheek.

"Exactly." You relaxed under his touch. "Not everyone can be saved, no matter how hard we want to save them. These things are hard, but we get through them, always."

Rex looked you in the eyes for a moment before locking lips with you. His free hand found it's way to your waist and pulled your body closer to his. For what felt like forever, you and your boyfriend stayed there, your bodies pressed together, your lips moving in sync while you gripped onto one of his biceps. When Rex decided to finally take a breather, he brought you into his chest and held you securely. "How'd I get so lucky?"

"I should be asking that question." You murmured into his skin. "I love you Rex, and I'll always be here by your side."

"You can't say that you're the lucky one and then say something like that." A soft chuckle escaped from his lips before he pecked a kiss to your head. "Let's finish up in here and then we can go and grab a bite in the mess?"

"Sounds lovely."

After that night, Rex didn't have as many bad dreams as usual, not since he became open about them with you. Sometimes, you'd sing to him before he fell asleep, which helped sooth his fear, thus, he began to call you his 'Good Luck Charm.'

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #star wars #the clone wars #fluff #comforting #established relationship #darkness on umbara #ct 7567

121 notes · View notes

x-xsunlightx-x · 1 year

Note

It's me again. Can I ask for more Goo x Reader where they're having a sleep over again as kids but they sleep on the bed together coz there's a roach on the floor? They end up building a pillow wall so they don't touch eachother but they wake up cuddling and they get all blushy and shit coz they're kids. and then next time Goo says he doesn't want to sleep on the ground again coz the roach might still be there, so it's just a normal thing now when he goes over.

then their parents end up buying MC a huge ass bed when they become teens bcoz he still has sleep overs with them? sorry it's a lot, but I don't think anyone could write it like you, thank you 🙏🏽💜

thank you for the request 💜💜😭 and don't worry about it ! i really enjoyed writing this <3

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"This bed isn't big enough for both of us."

"Yea, so maybe you should go back to your damn house; no one told you to come here again."

"Gasp you cursed again."

"Damn isn't a curse."

After what happened the last time, you decided you would be the one to sleep in the bed this time, and you managed to convince Goo to sleep on the floor , but when he saw a roach walking near him, he screamed and jumped at you while you were about to fall asleep. Your mom came and killed it, but Goo is still not satisfied.

"Those roach babies will definitely come at me while I am sleeping."

"I don't care."

"I am not leaving this bed."

" …"

You took a pillow and threw it at him.

"Are you suggesting a pillow fight, weak citizen?"

"Well, that's a good idea, but no, let's separate the bed with pillows, and if only a little bit of your body went to my side, I'm throwing you off the bed, Deal."

" deal "

You two built a pillow wall and finally went to sleep. Despite the fact that you are only inches away from your least favorite person, you surprisingly had a good sleep .

When you woke up, though, you felt Goo's arms around you; you were shocked for a moment that you couldn't even move, but then Goo's scream brought you back to reality. looks like he was traumatized too.

"What the hell?"

"That's supposed to be my line." "Why the hell were we cuddling?"

" i don't know!"

Both of your faces were deep red, and you couldn't even look at each other, but your mom's voice saved you from that awkward moment, and you two went down to eat breakfast. You two didn't say anything to each other through the whole meal; even your mom noticed and asked you if everything was fine, but you said it was nothing.

Goo's mom came to pick him up .You and your mom went to say goodbye to them, and then Goo whispered something in your ear.

" I am coming again weak citizen "

"Oh my god."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Goo came the next day, he still wanted to sleep in the bed again because he still thought another roach will come , even though you assured him that won't happen .You and Goo kept staring at each other through the gaps of the pillow wall; you kept giving him a dirty look, and he kept smiling at you

"This wall is useless, your negative energy is keeping me awake, so with all due respect, please return to your house, sir."

"Nope, I'm here to protect you, weak citizen, remember."

"From what?"

"The monsters under the bed"

"You can't even handle a cockroach."

Goo pretended not to hear you and just went back to sleep. He kept sleeping over every day after that, and Goo's mom and yours thought it was so cute that they ended up buying a bunk bed for you two.

No matter how hard you tried to convince your mom to tell Goo not to sleep over, it just never worked. So now you have to deal with him.

"This is a nightmare."

"It is, my beloved; I can't believe we're going to be separated; if only they have bought a single bed."

"Please end me."

#kinda changed the idea a little and made them buy a bunk bed instead <3 hope ur okay with that #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism goo #goo kim #goo x reader

221 notes · View notes

ohallthecrushes · 2 years

Text

The carnage he caused //001 x Reader

A/N: I have a problem with using one name for him. It's either Peter or 001. Henry is for his child form. Vecna for his monster form. That's that..But orderly him is either Peter or 001. Gosh.... so much trouble. xd

Anyway, thank you for the request. I hope you like it. ;)

Warnings: blood, killed children, Peter go nuts - just typical things with him. xp

You were standing in the middle of a massacre. A really terrible horror scene that you wanted to run away from, but it was too late to do that.

There were puddles of blood everywhere. Broken bones, dead bodies, mutilated eyes... all around you. You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. There was no spot in the Rainbow room free from death and blood. You could smell that blood and you felt nauseous from it.

You couldn't stand it, you couldn't wrap your head around what had happened here. It was terrifying and nothing had foretold it. But even with all those children being brutally killed, the worst part... the worst part of it all was the person that was with you in this room.

Peter... your friend Peter was standing further in the room, also covered with blood, but without any wounds. It was clear that he was the one that caused this horror.

It was clear, yet you still waited for him to deny it, to explain it to you that there was someone else that had killed those children. That it wasn't him.

But he looked at you with his eyebrows knitted and his eyes piercing into your soul. The eyes full of rage, hatred and insanity. The eyes you couldn't recognize anymore.

At this point, there was no hope in you left.

He started walking towards you, slowly, like there was no rush, and you stood there with tears running down your face. You started shaking uncontrollably as you realized that you might end up dead too.

"P-please...P-Peter..." Your voice was so low that even you couldn't hear it. You gulped and tried again, louder. "P-Peter...what d-did-?"

You took a few steps back until your back hit the closed door behind you. You realized that there was no way to escape him.

Peter tilted his head and stopped right before you. He was tall, and seemed even taller now, cause you felt so small, so defenseless with him. Like a little mouse to a big scary cat.

He raised his hand, but only to lift your chin, and you shut your eyes closed, asking. "Are you g-going to kill m-me too?"

You dared to open your eyes to look at him. The look on his face didn't change, it hosted anger, resentment and madness. He was unhinged and didn't care about anything... or anyone.

He stared at you for a while before his lips formed into a smirk.

"Why would I kill you, darling, hm? You're my friend. You could've ran away, but you didn't. I'm only upset that you didn't stay hidden like I'd asked you."

You swallowed hard. "So you're not going to kill me?"

He didn't answered, only shook his head in negation.

You felt somewhat relief, but it wasn't enough to calm you down. Nothing would be enough. The only thing that could have calmed you down was if you woke up from this nightmare.

Your eyes drifted away, but you couldn't see the dead bodies or blood anymore, Peter purposely blocked your sight. He cupped your face to bring your attention back to him.

"Don't look." He simply said.

"But..."

"Don't. Look." he emphasized every word in a low, commanding tone. "You shouldn't care about them."

"You should care about me." he thought to himself.

You felt another tears coming down your cheeks. Peter patiently brushed them off with his thumb.

"There's no need to cry, darling. It's all over now."

You could hear the door behind you reopened and you heard Peter whispering to you ear.

"We're free to go."

And with that brief explanation you were given, and an assurance that you weren't be killed off, he took your hand and led you outside of the rainbow room.

#peter ballard #henry creel #001 #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #stranger things

477 notes · View notes

girlystories · 6 months

Text

Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings. Additional warnings: none. Words: 2.6k

previous part here

Chapter 4: A quick trip to Jamanakai village

[Name] groaned when she saw the time on her phone. She woke up early, again. It was usually rare for her but she kept having nightmares, which kept her sleep short-lived. Maybe she wasn't accustomed to the new environment yet.

A week passed since she, Kai, and Nya moved to the Monastery. She found out from Nya how the Ninja alongside Sensei Wu defeated Lord Garmadon. So now they would all be at peace. Keyword; for now.

Everyone seemed to forget the incident altogether. Lord Garmadon wouldn't come back right? He was defeated after all. [Name] couldn't help but worry. It felt too convenient, but she tried to ignore it. She didn't want to bother the others as well. It was just a bad feeling.

Getting up she smiled as her eyes met an unconscious Nya under the covers, laying in the bed next to hers. She and Nya were sharing a room now, so they had to do some adjustments. She got changed into an outfit she bought when she and Nya went shopping in Jamanakai village one day. Nya insisted on her buying it so she couldn't resist. Making her way to the kitchen she passed the hallway, a door was open and she couldn't help but get a glimpse of sleeping Jay. The others must be asleep as well.

She opened the fridge and took out the box of milk, deciding a bowl of cereal would be a good start of the day. As she opened the counter, she almost jumped at the sudden noise from behind her,

"Are you up as well?"

She spun around, putting a hand on her beating heart to calm herself. When she noticed Sensei Wu looking back at her she let out a sigh of relief.

"...Oh! It's you, Sensei."

He nodded. "Were you expecting anyone else? My apologies if I scared you."

"No, sorry. I just didn't expect anyone to be awake by now."

"I see. I could say the same thing about you."

She nervously played with her hair, "Yeah, I'm not sleeping enough lately to be completely honest with you."

There was no point in lying, she thought. He might as well understand. He was her Sensei so he might help her with anything.

Sensei Wu raised a brow. "How so?"

[Name] sighed again. "I'm still anxious over Lord Garmadon. I can't pinpoint my finger on exactly why..."

Sensei Wu hummed and remained silent in thought. "Do you care to join me in meditating?"

[Name] was visibly surprised. Sensei Wu wanted to meditate with her? She took a moment to gather her thoughts, making sure her ears weren't deceiving her. "Really?"

Wu nodded. He turned around and with the help of his bamboo stick, which he probably didn't need anyway, make his way to a room where he took his time meditating. [Name] quickly caught up to him. As they both made their way inside [Name] closed the door behind her. She analyzed Wu taking a seat, his legs crossed. Just as he was about to close his eyes (Name) spoke.

"Wait, Sensei..."

He looked back at her, seemingly confused and waited for her to continue.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Why, of course, dear."

[Name] sat down across from him. Her eyes were looking everywhere but his, her thumb pressed and making potions on her palm. She swallowed. "The day when I met Kai... I was attacked by some strangers, remember?"

Wu nodded.

"Well... I didn't just manage to get away from them."

Wu watched [Name] with anticipation.

"When that man stabbed me I passed out. But when I woke up they were... unconscious."

"What do you mean by unconscious?" he asked, a tint of worry reflecting his white eyebrows.

"I think they were... dead? I don't know how, or by who, or if they were even killed but... I just found them there," [Name] kept herself from raising her voice. She felt an anxious feeling crawling over her. Was Sensei Wu making second thoughts about letting a strange girl who is probably being hunted by who knows who or what stay over his territory? What if whatever is after her going to come to the Monastery and turn everything upside down?

Wu's eyes grew bigger but he kept his composure. He slowly stroked his long beard. "Has something like this occurred to you before?"

She shook her head. "No! Never. I've never been in a situation like this before."

"I see..." He thought for a moment, but then returned [Name]'s gaze with a smile. "You do not need to worry, dear. You'll be safe here in the Monastery. I'll look into this matter myself, while you can sit back and spend your time on things you like. After you've done with your chores, of course." He laughed at his own joke.

[Name] giggled slightly at his attempt to ease the mood. "Thank you, Sensei."

"Of course. With the ninja, Ninjago will be at ease. Alongside you."

"I was wondering about one thing. Is there any possibility for me to join them? - I mean like become a ninja too. I know I'm not the master of anything like they are but, I can't help but want to become strong too and take care of myself."

Wu was surprised once again. "Really?"

[Name] lowered her head. "It's okay if that's not possible... I'm just wondering, is all."

Wu hummed and smiled. "I'm sure you can train too. It's not like I forbid you from it. Do as you desire, dear."

From ear to ear, [Name] grinned. "Really?!"

Wu smiled again. "Of course."

She shot up from her seat and made her way to the door. But before she could leave Wu called her name,

"I know how anticipated you might be to go and train but I have a favor to ask you."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Could you go to Jamanakai village and shop some stuff for the fridge? I asked Kai to go get them yesterday but it seems like he forgot."

[Name] groaned slightly. "Really?"

Sensei Wu chuckled at her demeanor. "It won't take long. You can train when you return."

"Fin- I mean, of course, Sensei. What do I need to get?"

Wu smiled. "I have written a list, but I gave it to Kai. He probably has it now too."

[Name] opened the door, "He must have it in his room. See you later, Sensei", she said before closing the door behind her, not before bowing quickly at her Sensei. Wu smiled and closed his eyes, going back to meditating. Seems like he would meditate with [Name] another time.

[Name] took quiet steps, not to alert anyone, as she made her way to Kai's shelf next to his bed. She giggled at all the ninja sleeping, not so peacefully. Well, except of course Zane. It took her a while to find the list, under all Kai's fan mail. She rolled her eyes. Not one week passed and he already had fan mails. Whatever. Not like she cared anyway.

She then walked out of the Monastery and made her way down the mountain. It would be a pain to walk back on top later, since she didn't have a dragon like the others. She mumbled under her breath in frustration. Why couldn't she have a dragon? Or have an element like they did? It's not fair. She wasn't jealous. Not at all.

When she finally arrived at Jamanakai village she realized she forgot her phone. Searching her pockets she cursed under her breath. She could be so forgetful sometimes, but whatever. Not like she could do anything about that now. She just needed to get the groceries and get back home.

The bell on top of the door rang, as she opened it, signaling her arrival.

A woman from behind the counter raised her head, her attention sifting from whatever she was doing a moment ago. With a smile, she greeted her first customer of the day. "Good morning! What can I help you with?"

"Good morning. I just have to get some groceries really quick."

"Okay! Just ask me if you need any help, honey."

[Name] smiled at her kind and upbeat attitude. Who knew villagers were that kind? Not unlike people from Ninjago city.

She looked at her list; fruits, cheese, bread, vegetables, etc, etc. Basic necessities, really. She quickly got what she needed and bring them to the counter to pay. The cashier put them inside a bag and told her the cost. After [Name] paid she and the cashier exchanged their gratitude.

Opening the door she was surprised to see all the villagers running around, panicked. She was at a loss for words, entirely confused, and was also beginning to panic. As a farmer ran towards her he grabbed her and pulled her inside the grocery store. She let out a yell of surprise and annoyance.

Just as he closed the door he peeked from the glass window, inspecting the commotion from outside.

"Hey, what's going on?", [Name] asked the man. He ignored her, his eyes glued on the window.

"Mr. Brown?", the cashier asked.

He ignored her as well, mumbling something under his breath. [Name] and the cashier shared a look of confusion and concern. [Name] tapped the man on the shoulder. "Mister? Are you alright?"

As the man was shaken out of his thoughts he spun around. He was covered in sweat and was shaking like leaf. "I-it's Lord G-Garmadon! He has returned!" he spat out, pulling his hair.

"What?!", both [Name] and the cashier stumpered.

"That can't be possible..." the woman from behind the counter bit her nails.

Everything around [Name] was a blur. The voices and screams echoed from a distance. Breathing was becoming harder and harder. The feeling that was bothering her wasn't just a feeling, it seemed. Wu's words sounded like lies to her at the moment. How could they protect her now? Had they even heard the news? She searched for her phone. Shit. That's right, she forgot it back home. What would happen now? What would she do? What could she do? She felt useless. If only she had an elemental power. If only she was stronger. If only she was destined to become one of them. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and she was able to hear again.

"-re you okay?"

She turned her head and noticed the cashier from before. Her gaze was filled with concern.

"Huh?", she managed to say.

"Are you alright? You seemed like you were having a panic attack."

"Of course I'm not alright! Lord Garmadon is back!"

"No, dear. Didn't you hear? It was a false alarm."

[Name] tried to catch her breath, trying to make sense of the woman's words. A false alarm?

"Hold on. I'll bring you some water, honey. Just wait here."

[Name] swallowed, become more at ease. How could that be a false alarm? People shouldn't lie about that! It wasn't a joking matter! Either that was a stupid mistake or a dumb joke from someone. When the cashier returned she gave [Name] a bottle of water.

"You don't have to pay me for that. It's on the house."

[Name] almost drank half the bottle. She let out an exhale to catch her breath. "Thank you so much, Mrs..."

"Charlotte", she smiled. "It's nothing, really. Do you need anything? I don't mind if you would like to rest here for a bit."

[Name] shook her head. "Not it's fine. Thank you for your help, Mrs. Charlotte. I'll be going now."

She and Charlotte exchanged farewells as she made her way outside the shop. A group of people were gathered around a circle and [Name] decided to go inspect it. Mr. Brown was there as well. As she got closer she noticed a young boy being hung on a house by his sweater's hood, his blonde hair slightly peeking out. He was fighting the air, probably trying to get down. He was shouting something at the people under him. As [Name] tip-toed from behind the crowd she noticed the ninja mocking the boy. Seems like they did hear the news. Were they the cause of why the boy was up there? What was the false alarm anyway?

She pushed through the crowd and managed to get to the ninja. "What's going on?"

The ninja's attention turned to her, making them light up. "Oh, here you are! We were wondering where you've been", Kai said.

[Name] hadn't completely calmed down, to which Zane noticed. "Are you alright, [Name] ?"

"Y-yeah. What are you all doing?", she asked and looked back at the poor boy hung up on the house's roof.

"Oh him?", Jay laughed. "This brat is the son of Garmadon and he thinks he can just come here and steal candy."

"Lord Garmadon has a son?"

"Yep, and we have to give him a lesson not to mess with us! He needs to know there are consequences for his actions", Kai crossed his arms.

"But he's just a kid?", [Name] elaborated.

"Relax, [Name]," Cole rested his arm on her shoulder. "We're not taking this to the extreme. We're just teaching him a simple lesson. That is all."

"Alright..."

A sudden yell caught all their attention. "You just made me your nemesis! Just mark my words, you'll pay for this!", the young boy grunted, still trying to let himself free.

The citizens, unfazed by his demeanor, simply laughed, as Zane bought candy and passed them to the ninja. [Name] hesitantly took hers, since she couldn't help but feel bad for the small guy.

Cole took a bite of his candy, "Next time, try paying for your candy."

Kai joined after Cole, "Crime doesn't pay, muchacho. You can take that to the bank."

Jay took a bite of his, taking a moment to savor the sweetness from it, "Mmm... cotton candy", he taunted.

[Name] felt awful for sitting there motionless just observing the humiliation of the poor child.

The crowd kept on laughing and the Ninja decided it was enough, as they made their way back to their dragons. When they noticed [Name]'s absence they turned around. "[Name], are you coming?", Cole asked.

"Y-yeah, just a minute! I forgot I have to get something."

"Okay!", they said before leaving.

Soon enough the citizens returned back to their jobs. When she made sure no one was around, [Name] placed down the bag of groceries. She got on a bench and took hold of the small boy from his armpits. With a bit of struggle, she managed to help him get down. "There!"

He was taken aback and jumped a few steps behind. He cautiously observed her with his big green eyes. [Name] rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, but then an idea came to mind. She took the candy from her pocket and removed the wrapper. She bend her knees to reach his height level, stretching out her arm, she hold the candy, not wanting to get too close for comfort. He hesitantly reached over and took the candy. He observed her once again, but now opened his mouth to speak,

"Why did you help me?"

[Name] got up and took the bag of groceries. "Because I know what it's like."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

[Name] smiled and shuffled his hair. When he realized his hood was down he immediately raised it. She giggled and started walking away. He remained staring back at her, confused.

They were the same?

He frowned and ran off, thinking to himself, what a weird girl.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #cole x reader #kai x reader #jay x reader #nya x reader #lloyd x reader #zane x reader #:ssnowville #:snowville #[🌸]

30 notes · View notes

good-beanswrites · 7 months

Note

hello beans!! hope you're doing well 💜 ^w^ I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests - but I'm gonna add to that pile anyway because it's fun and also your writing is wonderful and always cheers me up to read!! I'm so inspired by your drabbles and you really bring these characters and this little world to life ;w;

From drabble list #1:

14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

Character(s): honestly anyone, but my gut was saying Es as soon as I saw that sentence so... up to you!

Woo thank you pal, same to you!! Thanks for your kind words ah ;--; This is the perfect line for Es omg, I've been cracking up over it for so long 😂 I was tempted to write them waking up for T2, taking one look around and going "uh-uh," but decided on some T1 comedy...

Es rarely dreamed. Usually it was vague images and thoughts. Sometimes it was just them thinking about breakfast the following morning. Occasionally they were plagued by a nightmare of being forced to sing karaoke with the prisoners. Most of the time, though, it was just silence that welcomed them at the end of the day. Wonderful, peaceful, silence.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Someone slammed their fist on the door. Es just about fell out of bed.

Mikoto’s voice came from outside. “Oi, get up! There’s been… uh… an incident!”

That was the last thing a prison guard wanted to hear at -- Es checked the clock -- 2am. Damn.

They muttered to themself as they threw on their uniform. Why the prison’s cells didn’t lock was beyond them. Some of the prisoners were more troublesome than others, but the first trial had been going smoothly thus far. Why now?

Their mind flashed with various possibilities, each one worse than the last, all urging them forward. By the time they were running down the hallway, their shirt buttons were a row off, and they had to switch their shoes to the opposite foot. They adjusted the cap clumsily on their head.

Fear gripped their chest as they heard Jackalope’s voice crying out for help from the panopticon. Jackalope never called for help.

Es burst into the room. The prisoners froze, looking up guiltily.

They sat in a huddle on the floor. Yuno and Muu held the little furry warden over a tub of sudsy water. Bottles of soap and shampoo sat nearby. An assortment of brushes and combs sat to the side. Splashes of water spread across the prisoners and ground, speaking to several failed attempts at getting Jackalope into the bath.

Nearby, Mahiru was holding up the tiny guard’s uniform, her sewing kit spread out on her lap. Es spotted bandages on Yuno’s and Kazui’s fingers. Shidou was currently dabbing blood off Fuuta’s nose as he fumed. Jackalope leaned over to nip at the hands holding him, but Yuno and Muu held him fast.

“Es!” came his frantic voice as he thrashed around. “You gotta help me! Make them stop, dammit!”

From the group of prisoners who had been watching from a distance, Haruka turned to them. “Oh! Es! Th-they thought that he needed a -- uh, a bath! His uniform had a h-hole, and Mahiru can s-sew! And they thought, they thought we could do it all t-together… Muu called it a -- a spa night…”

“At two in the morning?” Was all that came to mind.

“We tried to get him to do it earlier today,” Muu said, “but we didn’t get a chance until now.”

“They didn’t get a chance to kidnap me, she means!” He squirmed around some more, swinging his antlers wildly. “They hid around the corner and nabbed me like the filthy criminals they are!!”

Yuno said, “hold still,” as she brought him closer to the water. He kicked his feet wildly, screaming at Es to show a little authority and do something.

“Hold on a second,” they stopped her.

They closed their eyes, pinching the bridge of their nose. They took a measured breath. They were here to contemplate sin and crime, guilt and forgiveness. Their job should have consisted of questions about morality and life and death; they never anticipated looking around their prison and asking, “is human shampoo even safe for his fur?”

Kotoko spoke up from the other side of the room. “That’s what I thought, but is he really a rabbit? He eats human food and everything, we didn’t think a bit of soap was that different.”

Jackalope disagreed (“that stuff is as bad as poison -- poison I tell you!”) but the others chimed in with their agreement. From around the room came promises that they were being gentle with him, and that they’d keep quiet, and that they’d dry and brush his fur really well when they’d finished, and that they’d feed him treats, and that his uniform was already good as new, and so on. A few complaints at getting bit mingled with Jackalope’s own insults.

“-- Alright.” Es held up a hand to silence them all. They knew a warden shouldn’t be making compromises with their prisoners. At the same time, they didn’t have the energy to argue about bunny baths at this time of night. “You can continue, but wash him outside of the tub. And go easy on the shampoo. Any mess you make must be cleaned by morning.”

They were met with excitement and thanks. Jackalope grumbled that they were too soft, but he sounded relieved as he was whisked away from the dreaded bathwater.

Es sighed. There may have been a few bites and bumps, but that was all. No emergency, no fight, no danger plagued Milgram tonight. Their relief quickly turned to annoyance. They leveled their gaze at Mikoto as he entered from the hallway behind.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh, this? No, no -- we have everything under control. Aw, Mappi, that looks great!”

He pointed at her sewing job, revealing bandages on his hands as well. It looked like no one was safe from the rabbit’s little teeth… Then Mikoto jabbed a thumb casually over his shoulder. “Nah, the faucet in the men’s room broke when we tried filling the basin. The whole room’s flooded now. I think it’s gonna start spilling into the hallway soon.”

“WHAT?”

#milgram #es #jackalope #mikoto kayano #and some others #rip es... they are eternally dealing with So Much Bullshit.... 😂😂😂#half the fun was actually writing it and the half of it was sitting around brainstorming all the options of trouble the prisoners could #be getting into at odd hours of the night LMAO #i cycled through so many dares/challenges (the fucked up high school variety) - competitions - show offs - crazy games #and thats Before i considered the genuine trouble they could get into #the line was so versatile asdfsdfsd #anyway uhh dont try this at home and all that -- apparently bathing bunnies IS bad for their fur and very distressing 💀#but im sure our little cryptid prison warden can handle it...#amane and haruka arent involved directly but they are chilling okay #its getting more and more difficult to write milgram humor as they reveal more and more character trauma but im trying!! 😭#thank you so much for the request! these have been such a blast -- i really appreciate it! you are so kind :')#i hope youre doing well and taking good care of yourself pal!!👍✨#i hope you enjoy :D #drabbles

48 notes · View notes