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weeabooofficial · 10 months

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Crave [18+]

Warnings: Blood, dark content, toxic relationship, smut, spit, dumbification, Geto really is his own warning here

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Y’all I’ve been holding onto this since like December, waiting for S2 of JJK to start, and here we are. I am not lying when I say I was possessed by something when I wrote this. Big thanks to @offendedfishnoises and in the words of @akazaapologist “Brett really said Suguru fucks nasty”

Leaning over the sink, you washed the blood off your hands watching as the red liquid swirled down the drain. Things didn’t go as you expected, but then again did they ever?

The dim lighting of the cheap, run down motel room didn’t do much in the way of visibility but you were used to it. Holing up here together for a few days, you slowly got used to it. The space was cramped but you were comfortable.

What you weren’t used to, was the man standing only a few feet away from you with his gaze zeroed in on your back. Trying your hardest, you pushed the thoughts of him to the back of your mind; there were more important things to do, like finding a way to get away with murder.

Looking down, you saw the blood on your shirt and let out a sigh. That was another cute shirt ruined. Once your hands were clean, you reached to lift the bottom of your shirt before you felt a pair of hands take your waist.

Jumping in surprise, you turned to see Geto invading your space. His hair was down already, framing his face perfectly and his shirt halfway unbuttoned.

“G–Geto, I need to–”

“No need for the formalities sweetheart,” he grinned.

“Suguru–” his name barely left your lips before he pulled you closer. Watching his name fall from your lips as they sounded each syllable had him ready to make you scream it for hours on end.

You watched as his massive frame caged you in against the wall, dark eyes tracing every movement you made. Before you could even think, you felt a pair of lips on your neck, pulling soft sounds from you. "You have any fucking idea how much I crave you?" His voice rumbled against your throat, making your knees weak.

Supporting your weight with his thigh between your legs, you couldn’t resist the urge to grind your hips against it as he made quick work of ridding you of your shirt. Tossing it behind him, Suguru grinned against the skin of your throat before pulling you along to the musty old bed, the mattress creaking as he almost threw you on it in desperation.

Barely able to catch your breath, Suguru was on top pinning you down to the mattress as he claimed your lips with his, a low groan rumbling in his chest that had you shivering in place.

Holding your hands beside your head, Suguru slotted himself between your legs with his hips rutting against yours at a slow rhythmic pace that had you moving in his hold trying to get more.

Breaking the kiss, Suguru looked down at you and your flustered expression. Lips swollen and kiss-bitten, eyes glossy and the cutest pout he’s seen. With a wink, Suguru took off your pants before moving lower.

“This pussy so good,” he hummed as he teasingly slid your panties down your thighs. “Can’t wait to eat every last bit of cum I can,”

Suguru’s filthy words made you squeak in response. No matter how many times he said something like this, you weren’t used to it feeling your face heat up each time.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Suguru throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he got right down to business and licked several long stripes through your folds effectively taking your breath away.

Hands flying to his hair, you couldn’t help but pull him closer. Arching into his touch, you couldn’t fight the pleas begging him to keep going.

“S–Sugu–!” You felt him moan, the sound rumbling against your aching core as he peaked up at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Suguru did this for your pleasure.

But you did know better; Suguru ate pussy for his pleasure, not yours. There was nothing more he wanted than to have his face buried between your thighs at all times; in bed, in the car, hell even at the table.

Suguru loved the taste of you on his tongue, especially after he’d spent hours fucking you sensless so your cum was streaked with his. The way your thighs would tense around his head, keeping him in place as you pulled his hair drove him further.

There was nothing he loved more than having you unravel beneath him, reduced to nothing but a whimpering cum-covered mess. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

Your moans turned into cries, as he brought you closer to your climax almost begging him to let you cum. The way his hands gripped your thighs were sure to leave prints, as he devoured your sweet cunt.

Barely able to make out the mumbled words over your moans, you heard him say “Mine, all mine.” over and over as his tongue worked you into a state of pure bliss, cumming all over his face.

The lewd sounds of him slurping up your juices, with the occasional creak of the bed filled the room before he sat up and brushed his hair back with one hand while the other spread your lips to give him a view of his good work.

“Look at my baby, all worked up with that look on her face.” he hummed, “You’d think I just spent hours fucking you repeatedly.”

You watched as he removed his fingers from your pussy, and started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way with your desire leaving stains on the fabric. Suguru knew how to rile you up, and with the way he was looking at you while he undressed had you squirming.

“Sugu–” you whined, eyes darting down to the v-shaped muscle of his hips where his pants were unbuttoned and his bulge pressing though.

“Need you, need you in me–”

There was a deep rumbling sound you knew to be his laughter, clearly amused at the sight of you eyeing him over begging to be filled with his cock.

Shoving his pants down to his knees, you could see the outline of his cock through his boxers with a wet patch forming. The sight made your mouth water, you needed his cock and you didn’t care where he shoved it. All you knew was that you needed it in you, and you needed it now.

Using his thighs to keep yours apart, Suguru leaned over you with his hair falling over his face. Having him this close, you could see streaks of your cum coating his mouth and chin, along with a streak of blood over his forehead. You knew he was a messy eater, but this was a different level of messy.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he hummed, pressing his hips against yours making you gasp softly at the contact.

Opening your mouth to speak, you didn’t get a word out before Suguru pressed his thumb to your tongue with a malicious grin on his face. “Of course you do, why else would you beg for me to fuck you?”

Moving closer, he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck keeping your mouth open continuing to move his hips against yours. Suguru thrived off the pitiful moans you made, wriggling under his body as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.

“Look at the way you’re drooling all over my thumb,” slapping your ass with his free hand before moving it up your body to your throat. Pressing your tongue harder, Suguru watched your eyes go wide as he tightened his grip around your throat cutting off your airflow just enough to make your mind go fuzzy.

“So pretty like this, and all mine.” Removing his thumb from your mouth, Suguru pressed his lips to yours.

His kiss was intoxicating, pulling every ounce of breath from your lungs as his hips continued to roll against yours, teasing you with the length of his clothed cock. Suguru was dangerous, you knew he was the second you met him. But it wasn’t the murder or the crimes he committed that made him dangerous; it was the way he had you drunk on nothing but his kiss making you pliable in any way he wanted.

The way he kissed you was messy. Messy, nasty and so fucking addicting with how his teeth clashed against yours, spitting in your mouth as he sucked on your tongue claiming you as his in every way he knew how.

Suguru Geto was toxic, dangerous and it only made you want him more.

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Suguru only grinned as he slowly removed his boxers, sighing in relief as his cock sprang free bouncing off your hips.

“Feel what you do to me, huh sweetheart?” he groaned. “Feel how hard you make me with your sweet cunt and pretty little mouth?”

Whines were the only thing to leave your lips, feeling the swollen tip of his cock stroke through your folds as he teased you mercilessly with the very thought of having inside you, splitting you in half with the sheer size of it.

“Sugu–Sugu, please–” you nibbled on his lips, tugging on his hair with your thighs pushed up to give him better access. “–hurts how much I need you–”

A high pitched squeal was pulled from you as Suguru pulled his hips back just enough to rub the head of his cock against your opening, coating it in your sweet nectar. The smell of sex was in the air, as you gasped for breath feeling him bully his fat cock in you slowly thrusting until he was buried to the hilt.

His moans mixed with yours, his breath fanning over your face as he continued his pace keeping his grip on your throat accompanied with the sound of the bed creaking and thudding into the wall with each thrust of his hips.

“I wanna hear–fuck–wanna hear you say it.” he grunted. “Say you’re mine,”

“Yours–all yours–”

Granting you with another kiss, Suguru grinned as he picked up the pace moaning against your lips feeling your nails dig into his back. “That’s my girl, let me hear how good my cock feels stretching that tight little pussy of yours.”

Your moans picked up, matching the pace of his hips as you clawed down his back crying his name; begging him to keep going. Nothing in your life had ever felt this good, not even when you were drunk trying to forget the horrors you’ve committed. Suguru knew how to make you forget, almost like he was trying to forget himself.

Hearing his breaths speed up, you knew he was close and from the way you were clinging to him Suguru knew you were too.

“Come on baby, cum on my cock and let me fill you; stuff you full with mine.” He panted, “Let me mark you as mine, all fucking mine.”

Nodding your head, you arched into his chest drawing blood from his back as he brought you closer to your climax.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “If anyone even thinks about touching you, I’ll rip them apart.”

Listening to his words made you desperate, you’d be lying if you said Suguru’s possessiveness wasn’t hot, or the way he had to be the only one allowed to touch you made you feel things you never have before.

“Sugu–fuck!” you felt your body shake from the force of your orgasm, panting heavily as he thrusted his hips a few more times before filling you with his hot seed, moaning against the skin of your throat.

“So fucking good for me baby,” he hummed. “Pussy so fucking good, lips so good–fuck it’s like you were made to take my cock.”

Your hands were in his hair now, threading it through your fingers as the two of you laid there letting the atmosphere settle around you. Suguru wasn’t a man to say what he was feeling, but the way he pressed soft kisses to the base of your throat as he held you close told you all you needed to know.

He cared, in his own fucked up way, Suguru cared and that’s what mattered.

“How about we shower?” you hummed, looking down at him.

Glancing up at you with those beautifully haunting eyes of his, you could see the smile behind them. “Sounds like a plan sweetheart,”

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weaselbrownie · 3 years

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i was wondering if u could do one where draco fingers the reader under a blanket but like with people around

dw if u dont wanna write this ;)

underneath | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco fingering you while there are people around

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, voyeurism (?), female receiving

word count : 2.6K

a/n : this was messy :(

MASTERLIST

It was the last night of winter break, tucked away in the screening room of the Malfoy Manor sat you, Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. It has always been a tradition to spend winter breaks at the Malfoy Manor. With Mr. Malfoy away, Mrs. Malfoy has always found it quiet to spend Christmas with her only son, and so she insisted that he brings his friends to stay over during the break.

"So no horror?" Pansy asked as she went through the DVD display,

"We're not watching a horror movie just for you to crawl into our beds at night," Blaise answered, walking around the room as he made red sparks from the tip of his wand, waiting for Pansy to pick a movie.

"Zip it Zabini it was one time" She huffed before turning back to search for other movies, blabbing about how Blaise is being an ass for not letting them watch a horror movie.

You, Draco, and Theo walked into the half-lit room, greeted by Blaise who jumped off the couch to snatch the snacks off of Theo and the blankets off Draco before walking back to the spot of the couch to wrap himself in a little blanket cocoon.

"Y/N! Look at this, can we wat–"

"No Pansy, we will not watch Poltergeist because once we're back at school you won't be able to crawl into Blase's bed and you'll end up crawling into mine" You crossed both your arms over your chest, your brows lifting like a mother scolding her child.

"Ugh, you're no fun" She rolled her eyes before going back to the stack of DVDs.

Theo left to help Pansy pick out a movie, leaving you and Draco by the big doorway. You felt his hand slithering up your back, taking hold of your waist to spin you around– facing him. You looked up to see his bright orbs staring down at you, the corner of his lips lifting into a small smile "So... back at school tomorrow huh?" He said pulling you closer until your chest met his,

"I guess..." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to glide over his covered bicep and to the back of his neck, locking them there to hold onto him. "...just a few more months and we're done with this" Your voice quietened, just above a whisper as your face neared his.

"I know pretty girl" Draco closed the space in between, letting his lips devour yours as he held on to you, gripping your hips to bring you closer to him. It was nothing new, your lips moving with his as if it was a rehearsed choreography, chasing one another in the dark room.

"Aight enough, we're watching a movie, not porn" A deep voice called out from behind. You let go of Draco and turned your head to see Theo crossing his arms in front of his chest, huffing as he smirked, tending his weight on one leg.

"Well if that is your idea of porn, that's pretty sad mate" A higher-pitched voice chimed into the conversation. Theo's smirk completely dropped as he swung to look at Pansy standing behind him, stifling her laugh as did the rest of the group.

You poked your tongue out to him, laughing as you made your way to sit on the couch with Blaise who was already munching on the snacks. "Alright, now can we watch the movie?" Blaise asked, opening another pack of chips to pass around the room.

Everyone nodded in response, moving around the room to find a comfortable space to sit. Theo and Pansy took the carpet as they always do, building pillow forts for themselves so they can slouch as they watch the movie. You got up from the couch to grab some blanket off the floor before walking back to your spot just to see Draco sitting there comfortably.

Leaning back onto the couch and stretching his arms out to the sides as he spreads his long legs. You didn't mean to stammer but your eyes widened at his sight, Draco fucking Malfoy looking so good without having to do quite literally anything.

He knew you were looking, licking his lips before giving you a sly smirk. "C'mon" he mouthed, patting the spot on between his legs for you to occupy. This happens regularly, you sitting on his lap or the spot in between, so there shouldn't be any reason why you should be nervous... right?

You slowly moved towards him, smiling under your bright red cheeks before sitting in front of him. Draco's arms wrapped around you almost instantaneously, the strong scent of peppermint and citrus dancing its way to the back of your head. The light in the room went out as the big screen lit up, playing the opening of the movie Pansy picked.

You shuffled in his arms as you adjusted yourself and the blanket on top of you, moving left and right trying to get rid of a specific discomfort right on your lower back. "Draco..." You whispered as you turned around in your spot– facing him. "...why are your pockets always full?" You crossed your arms in front of you, glancing to the side to make sure Blaise is paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed as confusion took over him,

"Your pockets" You gestured down to the pockets of his grey sweats, your brows lifting, waiting for an answer. Draco looked at you as if you grew horns, biting his pink lips as he tries to understand what you are insinuating.

All of a sudden the corner of his lips lifted, forming a devilish smirk as his cold lengthy fingers traced your hips. "My pockets are empty, darling" He muttered, bending down to meet you face to face.

It was your turn to look confused, you weren't imagining it, you definitely felt something on your lower back earlier, "If it's empty, then what wa-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, gasping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear, the realization washing over you.

Draco didn't move, his eyes gazing at your lips as your face began to heat up. You felt the warmth of his hands leaving your hips before feeling them again on the side of your face, cupping it slightly to pull you in for a brief kiss. You met his lips once again for a swift kiss before he pulled away, turning you to face the screen.

"Watch the movie, who knows... maybe something will happen that'll surprise you" His lips lingered on the shell of your ear as his arms returned to wrap over you. You still felt it, his hard-on poking you from behind but you brushed it off as he gave you a reassuring kiss on the side of your head and his fingers laced with yours under the blanket.

It was halfway through the movie when you felt his hand leaving yours, you didn't give it a second thought but it seems like his hand is sliding lower and lower until it came in contact directly in front of your heat– teasing you, knowing how much you crave for this right now.

It's wrong to do anything, your friends are in the room and not to mention next to you, but again you were covered with the blanket and it seems like they're focused on the movie. You seem to be in a battle with your thought, wanting to push Draco's hand away but you didn't have the stomachs to do so.

He picked up on this, bobbing his head to the side to see you staring off into the screen but not grasping anything that's thrown at you. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet?" His breath hot, lingering on your ear as it sent goosebumps down your spine.

You slowly nodded, keeping your vision straight before you felt his warm hand slither past the band of your pants, resting them on your covered cunt. You kept quiet, not moving from your previous position as he continued his actions.

You felt him again, his middle and ring finger pressing into your clit as he drew slow circles through the material. "Seems like you're ready hm?" He murmured into your hair, feeling the wetness of your cunt through your underwear.

Your wet lips rolled in between your teeth, biting down on them to make sure nothing slips past, but he wasn't making it easy. By now he was rubbing rougher circles on you, pressing into your engorged clit as you tried to keep still.

His fingers continued their actions, moving to the base of your underwear to pull them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to him. "Stay still..." He whispered, his fingers leaving the piece of fabric to trace the outer lips of your cunt. "...I mean it" His fingers smeared the wetness around, making a mess inside your pants– more than it already was.

You slowly turned your head to the side, from another point of view Draco looks as if he was just cuddling you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as he enjoys a good movie. Whereas in reality, his fingers worked you, rubbing you in ways he knows you love.

"Watch the movie darling" He murmured, not breaking the eye contact he had with the big white screen in front of you. You turned your head back, leaning back onto him as you gripped his knee for support.

Draco used his middle finger to draw circles directly on your clit, the wetness of your arousal helping his finger glide easily. The warm and sharp feeling of pleasure started to build at the pit of your stomach, Draco drawing them out gently.

He continued his actions, rubbing until the grip you had on his knee tightens, signaling you were close. It was harder to keep your mouth shut, your chest slightly heaving up and down as you closed your eyes, getting ready for the pleasure to wash over you. It was right around the corner, your orgasm building stronger and stronger as Draco's fingers brushed fast circles on your clit, and before you know it,

"Y/N are you okay?" A voice pulled you out of the headspace you were in. Your eyes shot open and your head snapped to the source of the voice. Blaise sat next to you, his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed, trying to figure out whether you were alright or not.

Draco's fingers came to a halt as soon as he heard Blaise's voice, dropping the feeling of an orgasm that was about to hit. His head too turned to the source of the voice next to him. "You okay darling?" Draco asked dumbfoundedly, smirking as if he didn't just rub you in the same room as your friends.

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond to a hundred different things at once yet none actually came out. "U-Um... yeah I–" You stuttered, your eyes wide open when you felt Draco's fingers leaving your clit to move down to your clenching hole. "...Fuck" You muttered to yourself when you felt him slipping his middle finger into you.

"You don't look so well" Blaise continued, reaching his hand out to place the back of his palm to your forehead. "You're a little warm Y/N, you sure you're ok?" His palm left your forehead to place itself on your cheeks.

You brushed it off, dodging his palm as you gave his hand a small smack. "I'm fine Zabini, don't worry about... i-it" Draco slipped another finger into you, driving it deep into your sopping cunt as you tried to hide the emotions on your face.

"Well, if you say so" Blaise shrugged, though he knows something is going on he quickly brushed it off, leaning back onto his end of the couch to shift his attention back to the movie.

You turned your head back as Blaise did, trying not to squirm as Draco drives his fingers into you, building your orgasm once again. You leaned back onto him as the both of you tried to move as little as possible.

"Good job angel" Draco whispered into your ear, his lips lacing with your cheeks as he gave your flushed face a small peck. His fingers started to drive into you faster, curling the ends of his digit to hit that spongey spot deep inside you at every thrust.

Your walls tightened around him, clenching unevenly as the tingling feeling returned to the pit of your stomach. "Dray..." You whispered to him, slurring out his name into a whine as it left your lips. The grip you have on his knee tightening, telling him you are close.

Draco's fingers slowed for a second, readjusting themselves as he rested the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, drawing circles as his other digits thrust inside you. Your breath started to become heavy again, his fingers working out a rhythm inside you.

"You wanna cum?" He asked, his lips lingering on the shell of your ear once again. You nodded slowly, not having the stomach to answer him– afraid to let out a moan for the entire room to hear.

You could barely hold it back, the euphoric feeling just behind his fingertips as he continued torturing you– making you wait for his instructions to cum. Your back arched slightly, lifting off his chest as you wriggled under his tender touch.

Tears started to gather at your waterline, immersing your sight as you tried holding back your upcoming high. Draco continued his actions, ramming his slender digits into you– making you feel all your emotions at once. "You wanna show me how me how you cum on my fingers angel?... go on" His soothing voice rung to the back of your head, permitting you to finally let go.

Your eyes fluttered close with his command, letting go of your high as the shiny gold stars danced on your vision, taking up the dark space. You wanted to moan out his name, show him how good he's been making you feel, but all you could do was bite your lips in silence, making sure to not let a single sound slip past your lips.

"There we go" His fingers slowed down, pulling you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as he continued to run circles on your clit. "Good job angel" He continued, his whispers shooting butterflies through your body.

You leaned back onto Draco, letting him wrap his free arm around you as he stopped the movement on your sopping cunt, giving your clit a tap before placing your underwear back into place. You watched as his hand comes up from the blanket, moving slowly until he reached his mouth, letting his arousal-covered fingers slip past his lips– sucking them dry.

You watched him, wide eyes as he removed the blanket that covers the both of you, "Y/N isn't feeling too well, I'm gonna bring her up to bed" Draco announced to the group as he moved you in your spot, throwing your legs over his to pick you up bridal style.

"See, I knew it!" Blaise called out as Draco fumbles on the couch, readjusting the blanket to cover you again.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asked as she got up from her pillow fort in front of you, Theo following her movement as his face washed over in a confused manner. You hummed in response, your breath still slightly heavy as Draco got up from the couch, lifting you with his as if you weight nothing. The edge of Draco's lips lift up at Pansy's question, flashing his sly smirk to the confused and worried group,

"She'll be fine... I'll take care of her"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity

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kagedaddy · 3 years

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late valentine’s day - haikyuu!

Warnings: explicit content

gala days [masterlist]

i’m planning to make a bnha x reader blog / page. what do you think, would you guys be interested?

ushijima wakatoshi

Cockwarming

You turn your phone off and setting it down to the side, you were bored and in need for something or someone to entertain you. Rolling across the bed to face the sitting form of your partner, “Toshiii!”you call from his bed but he doesn't answer you causing a frown to sit on your lips, you were feeling a little touch starved, both you and Ushijima have been so busy with school activities that you barely have time for intimate things.

”Tooshiii!”you whine but only receiving a grunt in return causing your frown to deepen, “Pay attention to me.”you lazily slip out of the bed to approach your boyfriend’s seated form, ”I’ll pay attention to you later (first name), I’m doing homework.”he doesn't even spare you a glance just continues to scribble on the worksheet, you huff in frustration before deciding to be a brat and sit on his lap, you move your leg over his, slightly pushing him back to make space for you to slot in. ”(first name), I said I’m still doing work,”he tries to move you, hands on your hips to lift you but you shake your head, ”Just let me cuddle you, Wakatoshi.”he sighs in defeat and makes space for you turning back to his work. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury yourself in nook of his neck taking in his comforting smell and moaning in satisfaction.

You become restless and maybe a little hot and bothered, you shift around his lap trying to get some friction, “You’re so hot when you’re serious Toshi.”you press hot open mouth kisses on his exposed neck earning a strained moan from the ace, ”(first name).”he growls a warning but it does nothing to stop your actions. A devious smirk forms on you lips as an idea comes to you, “Just relax and trust me,”you whisper, taking his earlobe and sucking softy. You slowly grind your hips against him, getting the friction you wanted and you were happy to feel him harden against you. Your hands move to top his shorts slightly tugging them just to bring out his half hard length, you start sucking on his neck leaving love bites as you take his cock in your hand and pumping him softly, “fuck , I can’t concentrate,”he curses under his breath and you smile in satisfaction as his cock gets hard for you.

“Relax Ushi.”you lift yourself slightly to move your panties to the side before spitting on your hand to wet his cock, giving him a few pumps before easing yourself down, a loud moan escapes the both of you and you’re shivering at how deep he was. He feels so good inside you that you’re pussy wall are clenching on him, his hands grip your hips lifting you to move but stop his hands, ”Wakatoshi, you said you wanted to do work so let me just sit on you.”you peck his lips, mewling when he twitches in you. “So big Ushi.”you toy with the ends of his hair, tugging on them as he hips suddenly jolts up, tip knocking into your cervix.

“Don’t move Toshi, go do your work.”you were already breathless, wanting him to just fuck you silly but you wanted him to suffer too for ignoring you. “Then at least rid yourself of the tshirt.”you pull the fabric off your body but the movement has you bouncing on his cock, your eyes roll back and he groans, squeezing your sides as his lips find your collarbones, nipping at the exposed skin harshly. “Go concentrate.”you push him back, his eyes dark and blown out with lust, you purposely clench around him, “if you’re gonna cockwarm me, then you don’t move.”his large hand comes down your ass, spreading a stinging sensation on your cheek. “Fuck.”you whimper out, your juices dripping down to his pants and he chuckles before turning back to his work.

You rest your head on his shoulder, drowning in the feeling of being so full that you unconsciously begin rocking your hips, breathlessly moaning into Ushijima’s ear. You slip a hand between your bodies and begin rubbing on your puffy clit, eyes shut tight as your orgasm begins to surface. With a few rocks you’re cumming undone on your boyfriend’s lap, Ushijima slams his hand on his table.

“Now you’ve cum it’s my turn, I’m gonna fuck you silly brat!”

tendou satori

Sex Toys

“If you can keep in for the whole day, I’ll reward you tonight.”you shiver as he caresses your cheek with the vibrator, your boyfriend lives for trying out crazy things but this was insane. “Satori I won’t be able to concentrate in class.”you were hesitant but he only laughs, “that’s the point darling.”he chuckles and pushes you down on the bed. He spreads your legs open, pushing vibrator on your clit sending a sensation of pleasure, drawing lazy circles as he lowers his mouth to meet your heat. His tongue delves into your spongy cavern, fucking you with his wet muscle. He moves to suck your clit and pushing two fingers past your slit, pumping at an alarming pace.

He curls his fingers lightly brushing your sweet spot, feeling the burn of your orgasm build but just as you hit your high he pulls away from. You narrow your eyes at the red haired male, chin glistening in your juices but a teasing smile set on his lips. “Just a taste of your reward if you want to do it.”he again slides a sole finger in this time pumping at a slow pace, “what do you say darling?”lips meeting your ear before trailing kisses to your jaw and down your neck. You unknowingly nod your head, too concentrated on your oncoming high but just like before he stops. He slips in the vibrator in your cunt pulling you out of your trance, he smiles brightly pressing on the remote and the toy intensely pulses in your walls, a moan rips from your throat and you’re cumming hard around the vibrating egg.

That was this morning, you were currently gripping on the your school desk, teeth clenched as you tried to suppress your moans. Your lovely boyfriend sat smirking at you, hands in his pocket as he controlled the toy. Your legs tremble when another orgasm washes over you, you’re just about fucked out as you start to babble in conversations. As soon as class finishes, Tendou takes your wrist in a death grip and drags you along the hallways towards his dorm, he evilly ups the vibrations and it’s has you stopping and mewling loudly in the halls, he turns to you with a wicked smile before pushing you against the wall.

You’re both stood out in the hallway, he had trapped you between the wall, leaving light kisses on your neck, his hand finds your clit stimulating even more together with the vibrations of the toy. Your legs tremble and you find yourself sat on the floor, toy still pulsing intensely as you cum for the nth time of day. “Satori please, that’s enough.”you whimper, your body can’t handle anymore, legs unable to stand as tears stream down your face.

“You’re such a good darling for me.”

heyya! if you wanna check out the other schools’ valentines special click the [masterlist], they’re all under gala days. if you enjoyed the post leave a like and comment. have a great day! jaa ne!

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steveroger · 3 years

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Colouring rainbow gifs

The lovely @buckiecap and @djarsdin requested a tutorial of some gifs from this TFATWS rainbow set.

My colouring process is kinda chaotic and it always depends on the gif itself. These three gifs will highlight the similarities and differences in how I colour my rainbow gifs.

You’ll need some understanding of basic gif making and adjustments. I use Photoshop 2021 but I imagine these processes will still work in other versions.

Some basic tips:

When doing rainbow sets, once I've got my base gif ready, I always make a hue/saturation layer on saturation +100 so I can see what colours I'm working with. I just keep it hidden so i can check how my colours are doing throughout the editing process.

Also something to stick at the back of your mind: you want your final gif to be as “monochromatic” as possible - make sure your final palette will be only black + shades of whatever colour you're targeting. This is not only to make the gif as colour-focussed as possible, but it also helps with saving your gif under 10mb. That saturation +100 layer I always keep hidden at the bottom of my gif so I can keep an eye on what colours are present.

It’s also helpful to understand how RGB and CMYK colours work and what to add/subtract when you want to bring out a certain colour. A good example of this is with Colour Balance:

You’ll notice the colours on the left are Cyan, Magenta and Yellow (CMYK), while the other side is Red, Green and Blue (RBG). So if you want more cyan in your image, you’d push the bar towards cyan, but then you’re compromising the reds. In Selective Colour adjustments, the panel is reversed.

This knowledge is absolutely necessary when you’re doing any adjustment, so keep this in the back of your mind as I work through the tutorial.

Green gif - Eli's door

So I start with my hue/saturation on saturation +100 to check what I’m working with here. This gif of Isaiah's grandson opening the door has green, yellow and red as the dominant colours, and I can see a bit of cyan on the right. I’ll keep that hue/saturation layer hidden as a reference.

Normally when I make gifs I start with a curve or levels layer to get any unwanted hues or create a more visible scene. But in this gif, I'm pretty happy with the colours, so I'm just using a simple curves adjustment, because I want to have whatever is behind the door as the ‘background’ and the door frame is the ‘foreground’, so only a slight adjustment is needed here.

Since the colours are already prominent, I'm going to make the green more visible and vibrant. I do this by using selective colour in the green colour to make the green stand out. When thinking of CMYK adjustments, you might think that Magenta -100 would work, as that normally pushes the greens, but I find that this makes things grainy and patchy looking, as you can see here:

Instead, I’m enhancing cyans and yellows, and only pushing the magenta back just a little bit towards green. I’m not sure why green specifically does this, but it’s useful to know this when you’re colouring.

With the yellows, I want to push those more as well, since the amount of yellow usually influences the green-ness of the gif.. I'm also going to max yellow too since that will also make the green pop, but I also have to be careful not to distort the skin colour too much. I also want to balance the skin tone with a little redness so he doesn’t look like he has jaundice (skin tone will be explored later in the gif process)

I've added another selective colour layer on top of that, only adjusting the greens just to make it pop a little more. Don’t be afraid to use more than one selective layer, this can really bring out vibrant colours if you use it right.

Just to get some more depth, I add a colour balance layer, again just subtly pushing the cyan and yellow up and not playing with the green too much. Then my usual last layers are with a vibrance and brightness/contrast - I’m usually quite generous with contrast so I can bring out the different shades and it makes things a little more vibrant too.

This next step is really important when colouring people with dark skin - you want to lower the redness from their skin so they don't look unnaturally orange, as you can see here:

There is a fantastic tutorial here about colouring dark skin tones and avoiding the orange-washed look, and I recommend all gif makers to take note! It's difficult especially when doing rainbow gifs, and it takes some practice. I do this with a hue/saturation layer, and specifically targeting red and yellow and reducing saturation. I might need to play with selective colour or colour balance to get it right. Luckily Eli doesn’t move around too much, so I can use a mask to adjust only his face.

And that’s the end product! now just ignore me as I re-upload the green gif in my set so you don’t see such a horrible jaudiced skin tone sldkfjsldkf

Yellow gif - Karli vs Sam

I'm gonna be completely honest here - this gif was very tricky to do. I actually have about three different versions of it. At first I thought "this is the yellow gif so I'm only going to have yellow tones", and did selective colour to get rid of any traces of green AND red, because I didn't want any orange at all. It ended up looking quite dull:

I mean.. yeah it’s yellow........... but it’s kinda boring. So I deleted all adjustments and watched the raw gif, and noted the orange light contrasting with the pale light. The raw gif itself already had some beautiful lighting - why get rid of it? It depends on what you want, but I like my rainbow gifs to have a different colour there to contrast with the main colour.

Starting off with a hue/saturation layer with saturation 100+, I can see there are clearly yellows and reds and a bit of green on the ceiling.

I thought the contrast of the orange and pale lighting was too good to mess up so I started with that. My first layers are vibrance and brightness/contrast to exaggerate the silhouettes and bring out the colours that are already there.

I added a channel mixer layer to narrow down the colours. I wanted to fill the white bits with yellow, and with channel mixer I’m able to manipulate colours into something else while still looking natural and blended. I won’t be doing too much colour manipulating here so the settings are very minimal. I don’t know how to explain it but it just takes a little fiddling to figure out what works for your gif. You’ll notice the white reflections on the ceiling are now a solid yellow colour:

Next is a colour balance layer. I'm basically trying to bring out the yellow out. This is really just trial and error. I added a bit of magenta to bring the depth of the orange colours in the darker shades:

Now for selective colour. I'm often adjusting all of these while hiding/showing the hue/saturation layer I have kept at the bottom. This time, I’m aiming to subtract the reds and bring it down to a warm orange, and I do that by bringing it towards cyan/away from red, and away from magenta/towards green.

Then I max out the yellows so it becomes the most dominant colour. I've also manipulated the green to make sure it is excluded from the gif - again, checking with the hue/saturation layer at the bottom, while keeping my eye on the ceiling and other places where I’ve noticed green lurking about. I don’t want any unwanted shades ending up in the final colour table.

Finally, I finish with yet another vibrance and brightness/contrast layer, just because I like things bright and vibrant!

And there it is! The orange is still there and adds a contrast, but you can tell that the main colour is the yellow. This gif seems very straightforward but I assure you, it took me quite a while to get this one right. This gif was a joy to work on because Sam was so very extra in this fight sequence lolll

Pink gif - suspicious mechanical grenade? idk

While this gif may look simple, it actually took a couple of tries before I got the colouring right. You'll notice when the ball activates, there is a bright green light that highlights the gas released and it reflects on the chair legs and carpet.

At first I tried this with the above mentioned selective colour method - which I thought turned out okay but it didn't sit with me right. Notice the reflection of the blue light on the carpet - it definitely isn't blue and more like a green-orangey kinda colour, and it doesn't look natural at all.

So I re-started from the beginning and had a look at what I’m working with, starting with hue/saturation at saturation +100. I can see that the original gif has red and green as the dominant colours, with yellow bits blending the two on the carpet. That’s what I was having issues with the selective colour - so I’ll be doing it differently.

Enter: channel mixer. I’m gonna be honest............. I have ZERO idea how the channel mixer really works! It’s all a matter of trial and error, but I’ll try and explain my process step by step.

I normally start in the blue channel (again - no idea why, it just works for me). I start with the reds, and I know if I go over 0, it will push the reds towards cyan, which will get it more purple-y:

Ooooh looking good!!! then I want to push the greens towards magenta, so that needs to go over 0 as well:

Woohoo! It’s already starting to look good. The green light and the way it blends into the red/pinks have all been completely changed into the cyan hues, so there’s a perfect reflection you can see on the carpet! Yay! I had a fiddle with the green and red channels but nothing too drastic. Here are the settings:

Even with just the single adjustment, I was already pretty happy with it and only did a few touch ups: I added a selective colour layer to bring out a more pinky-purpley colour, then a levels layer to brighten things up. It might seem very backwards to add a brightening tool at the end, but I didn’t want to mess up the original colour shades because I liked having the dark shadows lit up by the ball’s light.

And that’s it! Only three adjustment layers, but it took some time to play with the different adjustments and what worked best. Channel mixer can be really intimidating but it works like a charm when you manage to figure it out.

the end!

Finally I have to give credit to some amazing content creators and their brilliant colouring tutorials that have made such a huge impact in the way I edit. Some brilliant guides include:

this colouring tutorial by @favreaus

this colouring tutorial by @inejz-ghafa

this colouring tutorial by @meliorn

I hope this tutorial has been helpful! I’ve tried to explain myself as best I can, but let me know if you’d like any clarification or have any questions. I’m still learning how to do things, and honestly most times it’s just randomly clicking things until something works out!

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migilini · 3 years

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Roadtrip - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: just a daydream I had when I saw this GIF. It’s not proofread. I’m open to requests.

Words: 2k

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You and Charlie were on a road trip from LA to Oklahoma and last to Chigaco. Your boyfriend had to move there due to the fact that he got cast in a movie and you were fortunate enough to move with him, being able to work from home. It wasn't your idea to drive all those miles via car, but Charlie doesn't like flying so he avoided it at all cost and because you love him, you accompanied him for those dreadful hours.

It was way too early for your liking, of course Charlie knew that and put up with your grumpy, nontalkative mood, simply shoving a large cup of coffee into your hands. “Ma cœur, how much longer until you're more awake to talk to me?” Charlie asked after a while, as he glanced over to you on the passenger side, his free hand tracing little hearts on your thigh. You yawned and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “About this much.” You measured the amount still in the cup, making him chuckle.

You and Charlie have been dating for nearly one and a half years now, however it feels like it's been much longer. From the start, the two of you were attached at the hip, instantly comfortable around each other. Everybody said that you two moved too fast because you moved in with each other after only three months of dating, but because of Covid you didn't want to risk being apart. Even though objectively speaking, you and Charlie were not the same, you were more daydreaming than actually paying attention and you didn't need the adrenaline in your life, you completed him in a magical way.

Right now you two were two hours in, the coffee was empty and you ass already sore from all the sitting. It was something you always despided about yourself, you could spend all day laying in bed, but you couldn't sit still, changing position every now and then. Tapping your foot to the beat of the song streaming from the radio. Charlie calmly hummed along to the song, his fingers also tapping along. You looked over at him and couldn't love him more.

“Are you excited to see Owen and Jer?” You asked him, breaking the silence. A breathtaking smile overtook his face “You know it! How about you?” You nodded, also excited to see the boys again. “Mhm. I missed them a lot.” The song on the radio changed and you huffed in annoyance, you hated that song. Sensing that, Charlie took out his phone and connected it to the car.

“Charlie! Don't drive and be on your phone!” You snapped it out of his hand, giving him a displeased look. Scrolling through Spotify you eventually choose a song to your liking. 18 by OneDirection blared through the speakers, while you put the volume higher you turned in your seat. “I have loved you since we were 18. Well technically 20 but that's a detail.” You whispered the last part. He scrunched his nose in amusement, a quirk you loved dearly.

The two of you screamed lyrics at the top of your lungs, the car driving on an empty highway. The rest of the world fading away, leaving the two of you in a cozy little bubble of your own. The day continued just like that, the two of you singing to songs and just enjoying the company. You loved seeing him drive, something about it was just so attractive to you, maybe it was the way his arms flexed when he moved the wheel, or the fact that you yourself were unable to drive. Even with your 21 years of life, you refused to sit behind the steering wheel and Charlie had tried several times, it always ended with you in tears.

“Do you want to stop somewhere to sleep? It's getting kinda late and you have been driving the whole day.” you questioned, looking at the horizon as the last beams of yellow and red vanished slowly. “Yes please. Can you search for a hotel around here?” Nodding, you took his phone and went onto google maps.

“There's one about two hours away in New Mexico. Reviews look good and the price isn't too high. Sadly no breakfast included, so we're gonna get you something on the road, not gonna let you starve, otherwise I will be stranded here.” He gave your thigh a playful slap and a squeeze “Yeah, yeah love you too, Char. I will look it up… Ah perfect! There's a Dunkin Donuts five miles from the hotel. Does that sound good babe?” He hummed in approval.

“Ah a man of words!” he took one of your hands and gave it a light kiss. “You know me. I always wanted to be a Mime.” he joked.

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop in the pitch black. Only a little yellow neon sign lighting up the hotel parking spot.

“This looks like this one Teen Wolf episode…” you murmured, not feeling the best about this place. “You’re just saying that because you're scared of the dark ma cœur. I'm here to protect you. No Monsters are harming you tonight.” he teased, getting out of the car. In typical Charlie fashion, he walked around the car and opened your door and held out a hand for you, immediately intertwining your fingers.

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “Ha ha…”

The two of you were happy to finally walk off the stiffness of your legs, as you walked over to the reception.

“Hello. We would have a room please.”

The receptionist was in his late 30s, his greying hair falling messily in his eyes and a big smile sat on his thin lips. “No Problem. Is a king bed alright with the two of you?” he didn't want to assume anything. You and Charlie chuckled, nodding slightly “Preferred actually.”

Five minutes later, you waited in the room 345 while Charlie insisted on getting your bags. Stretching, you tried to get rid of the soreness in your back, your eyes nearly falling shut.

Charlie opened the doors, giving you a tired smile. “Let's get to bed. Tomorrow we rise early!” you groaned, making him chuckle. Standing up, you walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his familiar frame. He was stroking your head, giving it a kiss before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

In the meanwhile you changed your clothes, changing from some jeans and one of his hoodies to sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

You gave him a hasty kiss as he came out of the bathroom, smelling the mint of the toothpaste still lingering on his lips. After you washed your face and brushed your teeth, you let yourself fall into the bed. His arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer into him.

“Thank you.” Turning around to face him, you traced his features with your fingertips “For what?”

“Coming on this drive with me. You could have easily convinced me to fly, you know.”

“I know mon amour.” you said, looking into his eyes, as you tried your best to keep yours open. You left several kisses on his bare shoulders until your lips met his. He smiled into the kiss and then nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, pecking it several times before stopping.

“Good night. I love you.”

“Good night babe. Love you more.”

The next morning came way too fast and you didn't want to move out of his comfortable and safe arms into the cold car, but you had to. The sunrise hadn't even begun, the sky still a dark blue, when the two of you drove into the Dunkin drive through, to get you a coffee and a donut. You had to have something sweet in the mornings.

“Actually, I saw a little restaurant on the way here that should have takeaway, do you mind if we take a quick stop?” you shook your head, trying hard not to fall asleep again. An idea ignited in your head and you sat up straighter. “What if we go live while you drive? Maybe I'll be more awake or I'll have stuff to read.” you requested, looking at your boyfriend with a slight pout.

“Sure thing. I'll bet they'll love it.” Smiling, you grabbed his phone from his hand and went into Instagram.

“Hey Char and y/n here.” you introduced while trying to balance the phone on the dashboard “Its freaking early and I’m nearly falling asleep so I thought you guys could entertain me a bit. Mister Gillespie over here isn't as interesting as you guys.” he pouted into the camera, you leaned forward quickly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The chat was already flooding with hey’s and questions about your relationship and where you were going.

“Is it true that you sometimes talk french to Charlie?” you read from the chat, your eyes widening a little in surprise.

“Sometimes. I mean my french isn't the best but growing up in Europe, I picked up some stuff.”

“She’s just being humble, she understands a lot and her accent is hella cute.” Charlie piped in, pulling into the drive through he mentioned earlier. “Je vois que tu comprends." He said to you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You got lost in his eyes for a second before responding. “Of course I understand babe!” he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly while chuckling.

“OMG that was just so cute!” you read out loud from the chat. Blushing slightly, you giggled, “He loves to do stuff like that when he’s driving. Always showing affection in one way or the other.”

“Uhm next question...What are you two doing so early? Someone asks.” with an raised eyebrow you look over to your boyfriend “I think you can answer this.” you turned the camera a bit so he was more in frame. “We're going to Chicoago, Chigacoooo.” he quoted the iconic Victorious scene, his eyes scanning the road before him.

He got himself a cheese thing of some sort, you couldn't quite make out what it was and parked on the side of the road, getting his food ready in front of him.

He bit into his cheese thing while you sipped on your coffee conversing with the chat. Just earlier you had begged for music suggestions, telling them to send their best road trip songs. Charlie looked really good right now, his hair was pulled together in a bun and he was wearing a blue shirt. You on the other hand had your hair in a top bun and the same hoodie from yesterday, a wool blanket draped over your shoulders. You just wanted to ask if you could have a bite, when he got cheese all over his chin.

He laughed as he looked over to you. Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned forward in your seat. Your face mere inches away from his, you could feel his breath on your face. You stuck out your tongue and licked the cheese away, your eyes never leaving his.

Without giving it a second thought, you settled back into a comfortable position and took a sip from your coffee with a prominent smirk on your face. Leaving a dumbfounded Charlie and a screaming chat.

Not even an hour later the clip of you licking his chin, in maybe a bit of a too sexual way, went viral in the community.

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violets-page · 3 years

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Shot Down |R.R.|

MASTERLIST

A/N: This was my first request and I was so excited! Hope you enjoy <3

The 100, Raven x fem reader? If your kay with it maybe where reader and Raven are in a relationship and had an argument but then the Murphy situation happens in the dropship so the reader helps raven out and when shots happen the reader protects Raven?

You loved Raven, truly. In fact, you loved her more than you thought your heart was capable of. But you couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t really over Finn. You saw the way she looked at him when he and Clarke were together. You saw the pain of losing your first love and the crushing weight of having to watch him happy without her. No matter how many times she smiled and told you she was ‘so over him’ , you couldn't help but notice how her gaze always lingered on him for a second longer.

When Raven crashed to earth only to have her heartbroken you were there to comfort her. Brought together by her tech-savvy ways and your creative ideas the two of you spent countless days together, thinking up and prototyping weapons. And when night time crept up, throwing darkness onto all those below her, She’d creeped into your bed shuffling blankets to make room on your lap for her head. You’d play with her hair and hum her to sleep as she cried on your lap over a boy who didn’t deserve her.

As you two had grown close an unspoken thing rose between you.

Little kisses through the day, always over before you could move towards her. Cuddling into her bed at night, warm bodies pressed against each other as you fell asleep to the lullaby of her beating heart. Makeout sessions in the forest when no one was around but the trees and birds and all of earth's problems melted away when her hands were in your hair and her lips planted on yours.

Raven hadn’t been one much for public PDA and for a while you thought that was just how she was. It never really bothered you, so what if she didn't feel like sharing your intimate moments in front of a group of immature strangers.

That was until Finn approached you and asked if you knew what boy she was seeing.

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You rolled your eyes as Finn sauntered toward you.

“Hey.” his voice sounded exhausted. Much like everyone's did nowadays.

His hands were shoved in his pockets and he glanced around as if searching for someone. With all that you knew about Finn, you had never actually spoken to him. In fact, you actively avoided him. Desperate not to give off the impression that you were willing to talk to him you let out a hum of acknowledgment.

“I'm worried about Raven.”

Your eyes shot up to meet him. He had no right to worry about her, anything worry-worthy had been his fault. You bit back all the lectures and insults you'd thought you'd say to him someday, the ones you thought up while wiping tears with your shirt sleeve.

“Why.”

“I heard her talking to Octavia the other day about a guy she was seeing. I don’t think she knew I was there but..” he sighed, his hand going in towards his greasy hair as you tried not to grimace at its look.

“None of the guys here are good for her.”

Yeah, none of the guys.

You shoot him a frown and bit back your laugh. “No, but if she was seeing someone how would I be able to tell?”

“Well, when we were together she was always very affectionate. Holding hands in public and kisses all the time. She’s really big on PDA. Ya know?”

You didn't know.

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You held in your emotions for a few days, desperately trying not to let his ridiculous words get to you. But you couldn't help it as you drifted away from Raven. Every time you were together your mind drifted to her and Finn on the ark, holding hands and kissing in the halls where anyone could see. Your mind soaked up awful thoughts until you felt your heart might just explode.

This led to you storming into her tent in a fit of anger. You waved your hands furiously through the air as you told her about the conversation you'd had with Finn.

“I know you're not over Finn, and I know you're just using me to get over him but you don't want him to know about it in case he wants you back. I won't be your safety guard to fall back on until you're ready to get up and walk away!”

“What? That’s not what’s going on at all.”

“Oh yeah, cause it sure as hell seems like every time we’re out you want nothing to do with me. You won't even hold my hand outside this tent much less kiss me.”

“Y/n listen to me!”

“No, I’m so sick of this shit”

You loved her but you weren’t going to sit and watch her fawn over her asshole ex.

When the yelling had gotten too much for you to handle you stormed out of the tent, sweat running down your back from the hot weather and your bubbling anger. You hate how it felt and how it reminded you of stupid Finn and his stupid greasy hair. You remembered a stream you had seen on one of your forest explorations with Raven.

Raven. Raven. Raven.

You hated how even when you were mad and anger flowed through your veins, you couldn’t escape the thoughts of her. You needed to get out.

The stream was probably a 20-minute walk from camp. You knew the woods weren’t safe but you couldn’t stand being cooped up in camp for a second longer. You took one of Ravens’ guns with you, just in case.

When you reached the steam you glanced around before stripping. The woods were hauntingly beautiful, but every time you looked at them all you could see was Raven. Her back pressed against the trees as her fingers weaved knots in your hair. Your fingers slipping under her shirt exploring the curves of her hips. Her lips against yours, silent gasps for air interrupting the rustling of leaves.

You wadded into the water as if it could wash the thoughts from your mind. The water was like ice and only reached enough to go a little over your knees. The light breeze made goosebumps peak from your skin as the water suddenly seemed much warmer. You squatted down, the algae rocks tickling your toes. Splashing your face with the cool water, you scrubbed it, thankful to get rid of the sticky sweat that had built up over the weeks you’d been on earth. You took a deep breath and tried to relax your muscles.

As you sat in the water you thought about everything that’s been going on. More specifically everything going on with Raven. You hadn’t even let Raven explain herself before you stormed out. Your quick temper was always your biggest problem. Hell, it's how you ended up down here in the first palace. Guilt was a sickly feeling, it nestled into your stomach and made you feel like a monster.

Suddenly the woods felt too empty, The river too dirty and everything too loud. You felt loneliness fill your heart, its claws creeping their way up as you choked back sobs. As Raven's face once again visited your memory you decided it was best to get back and apologize before the sun disappeared and sleep took your lover.

As you got closer to camp you took note of the eerie silence, a major contrast from the usual laughs and shouts that filled the camp. Walking in you saw why. Everyone was crowded around the dropship. Most people looked indifferent or only had slight concern etched across their faces. That was until you came across Octavia standing at the front.

She looked as if she would just about pass out. Fear covered her whole face as she tapped her foot impatiently. A walkie-talkie clenched tightly in her hand as her teeth pulled tightly against her bleeding lip.

“What’s going on”

Without her eyes ever leaving the doors of the drop ship she answered you.

“Murphys got Bellamy trapped inside. I- I think he’s going to kill him. Jaspers under the ship trying to get him out.”

You surveyed the crowds trying to find Raven but nowhere was the girl donning the red puffer jacket anywhere to be seen.

“Where's Raven?”

Octavia’s eyes flickered to you for only a moment before returning to the dropship. But with that one look, you knew she didn’t want to tell you.

“Octavia, where is she.” You moved in front of her, blocking her view of the dropship. Annoyance flashed across her features but it quickly vanished.

She sighed “She's under there helping Jasper but-”

That was all you needed to hear before you turned around and headed toward the dropship. Before you could make it two steps Octavia had grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You considered pulling your arm out of hers or even pushing her down so she would let you go. But the girl had a grip like iron and an attitude to match.

“She’s got this. By going in there you could mess up everything. Just trust her. Okay?”

You nodded and stayed put. But her words did nothing to ease the fear that washed over you like a tsunami, drowning you.

A gunshot rang through the air and Octavia’s grip on your arm tightened. One part in an effort to reassure herself and another part to keep you put.

You weren’t super religious but at that moment you begged whoever -if anyone- above to make sure Raven came out of this alive and unharmed.

Minutes seemed like hours until finally a familiar mop of brown hair appeared from beneath the dropship. You felt every muscle in your body relax and the headache that you hadn't even noticed disband.

You shrugged out of Octavia’s grasp and ran to Jasper quickly engulfing him in a hug. His arms hung limp at his sides and you could see his anxiety written across his face. But at least they were okay.

“Oh thank god”

You peered behind him, expecting to see Raven, but no one was there.

As if sensing your unspoken question he spoke,

“She’s still in the dropship. She-”

But you were already gone.

As you squirmed your way through the complicated working of the dropship you spotted the brunette. Your lungs filled with air and the knot in your chest eased. She was okay.

“Raven ..”

She jumped at your sudden appearance and something within the circuit she was working on sparked. She let out a slight scream as the sparks burnt the tips of her fingers.

You both looked up as the noises from above ceased

And then came the gunshots.

After the first one, you dived over her without a second thought, knocking you both to the ground. You heard her head hit the ground with a loud thunk as the air left her lungs. You covered her body with yours tucking your head into her neck as you covered her face with your hands. You breathed in her scent as bullets rained down on you. You could feel her heart's erratic beating against your chest. It felt like forever until they finally stopped.

When they did Raven wasted no time moving you off of her and getting back to the control panel, finishing what she started.

You however couldn’t move.

Damn adrenaline.

You took a few deep breaths and calmed your heart as much as you possibly could. You tightened your muscles in an attempt to sit up, the same way you've sat up your entire life. Except for this time, your muscles wouldn’t tighten. It was as if they had stopped working entirely.

“Raven “ you called out to her. You were terrified, your heartbeat so loudly you could feel it in your eardrums. She was too focused on finishing the control panel to hear you. Finally, she got it, shooting you one of those proud smiles you always loved. It quickly dissolved when she saw the fear on your face as tears streamed down from your eyes.

“I can’t move. Oh god. Oh my god. “ Your tears turned to sobs as your body shook. She was by your side in a second as she quickly took to examining your body.

“I can’t find a wound.”

“Please, please, please Raven.” She had no idea what to do but couldn’t bear to watch you break to pieces in her arms.

Slowly she moved you so you were sitting up, and although it took a while she was able to get you up and onto her back.

A bang sounded from above and the whole room shook. Her hand slipped from its grip on your thigh but she quickly managed to catch it.

She held your legs as you wrapped your arms around her neck. Although your cries were no longer audible she felt you shake against her back as warm tears splashed her shoulder.

Before she even got into the camp she was yelling.

“WHERE'S CLARKE. SOMEBODY GET CLARKE.” the blonde rushed to her side, a sharp intake escaping when she saw you.

“She says she can’t move. Murphy shot her. I couldn’t find the wound but I don’t know.” She tried desperately not to cry.

Not now. Raven thought. Not when she's breaking.

She carried you into the dropship, laying you carefully down on the table. It took a while but Clarke finally made it in to help.

After sanitizing her hands with what was left of the alcohol she looked at Raven. They both knew this wasn’t going to be good.

“I need to get the bullet out. Can you distract her?”

Raven nodded and held your hand tighter. You could feel her warm palm against hers, the only thing keeping you from falling apart in a fit of hysterics. That was about the only thing you could feel. Everything below your chest was dead weight.

“Remember how you thought I wasn’t showing you public affection because I still had feelings for Finn?” Clarke risked a quick glance at the girls before resuming her work.

You felt her fingers enter the wound in your back and let out a scream.

“Is now really the best time to talk about this” you tried to say between screams and grunts. She nodded, a determined look on her face.

“That’s not why.”

“Okay..” you urged her to go on so you could focus on her voice instead of the fingers probing around underneath your skin.

“No one knows that I am ya know,” although she didn't make a show of it you knew Clarke was listening.

“And I guess I was just- am just, afraid of the way people might look at me.” the raw emotion on her face almost made you forget what was happening. Almost.

You screamed again as Clarke’s fingers exited the wound.

“Got it. Now comes the painful part” You looked at her in horror.

She turned your head away so that you were once again looking at Raven. The brunette couldn't hide the horror that flashed across her face at whatever Clarke was doing behind you.

“Trust me, it’s best not to watch this part.”

Raven almost couldn’t handle the look of fear on your face. She wanted to wrap you up in her arms and keep you safe and away from this cruel world. She laced her finger between yours, light kisses against the back of your hand in an attempt to calm your pounding heart and shaky breaths.

Clarke handed her a cloth for you to bite on. It would stop you from breaking your own teeth is what she had said.

Raven squeezed your hand in reassurance and placed a gentle kiss on your head as you let out a ground trembling scream. She felt her heart fall to pieces at the sound. The world around you disappeared as you tried desperately to focus on Raven instead of the hot metal searing your flesh.

And then-

It was over.

You just lay there, studying Raven. Her lower lip was redder than the top one due to her gnawing on it anxiously. Her eyelashes were long and cast delicate shadows across her high cheekbones. Her jawline was sharp and unmoving. Skin pulled tight in a frown of worry. The whole thing had taken a toll on you. But you refused to let yourself fall asleep.

“Raven, I’m so sorry.”

She let out a sad laugh as tears started forming in her eyes

“Never do that again.” She wanted to scream at you. She wanted to hit you and yell at you for being so stupid. For putting her life above yours and trying to be the hero. But she knew you wouldn’t be able to handle that. Not today at least.

Your eyelids were so heavy. You decided you would just close them, not sleep.

As your eyes fluttered closed Raven turned to Clarke.

Is she going to be okay?

“Yes, but…”

“But what”

“She suffered a slight spinal cord injury. I don’t know how bad it is. She might be able to walk again in six months or a year or possibly never.”

As you heard these words your mind drifted as the welcoming arms of sleep embraced you.

As longs as Raven is okay,

I can handle it.

Pt.2

#the 100 x reader #the 100 #the 100 masterlist #the 100 x y/n #raven reyes #raven reyes x reader #reader insert #raven reyes x you #the 100 x you #bellamy blake x reader series #bellamy x reader #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 octavia #octavia blake #john murphy

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Genshin: Mythos AU - Cat Xiao

Dancer Xiao? I’ve never heard of that but to be fair, I don’t really get out much. Cat Xiao Dancer tho 👀 This is valid and I fully accept it. I wrote a University AU a while back and if I ever make a part 2, I’d love to brainrot on this dancer idea. Speaking of, since I just started another royalty/mythos AU and I think this idea could slide into that.

Alright let me crack my knuckles a bit. You’ve got my brainworms running.

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

[ Genshin: Royalty AU ]

[Masterlist]

Note: The royalty and mythos AU aren’t completely connected together. But I am definitely taking ideas from each other.

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Mythos AU - Cat Xiao

Xiao was born and raised in the Huan tribe, a clan where its members were born with feline features, but it was an isolated group that was purposefully hidden away from human eyes. While most of the world was friendly towards hybrids, the threat of poachers and trafficking was still high that most hybrid clans hid away from the outside world. There was a misconception that hybrids could bring someone good luck or blessings so they were always hunted down to later sell to wealthy royals. In the case of the Huan, they had the ability to scare away misfortune.

Due to the old traditions and customs the Huan tribe carried, all males were raised to become warriors that could defend the tribe should any corrupted mage or human arrive to capture them. Therefore, Xiao was handed a spear before he even knew how to say his name properly. But surprisingly, Xiao was quite adept at the spear and learned quickly how to use it. He was flexible and nimble on his feet, being able to dash in and out and use his spear as a third extension of his arm to quickly disarm other peers his age. Making sure his tail kept his balance and his dilated eyes were focused on his opponent.

Perhaps it was the overconfidence the clan held in him or how lax the rules had become with the fall of poachers that the one moment Xiao strayed too far from home. He was suddenly enveloped in a pink gas that irritated his eyes and made his limbs drop dead. A mysterious green haired man appeared from under the ground, dirt and roots pushing aside to reveal him, as he smiled sweetly down at the growing Xiao. That sick smile was the last thing Xiao saw before he was knocked out.

When he awoke, he was suddenly thrown into an entirely different land that he wasn’t used to. The Huan was hidden away deep inside a cave of lamp grass that gave the entire area a slow blue glow. High up in the mountains where the air smelled of fresh mint. But there was too much orange and red that Xiao had to close his eyes from the bright and vibrant colours. His cat ears twitching at all the loud noises of people yelling about numbers and products. The stuffy air that was slowly choking him. Xiao tried to pull himself up only to see dendro bindings incasing him and he was still feeling the affects of that gas. He sighed and flopped back and tried to flex his arms into a more comfortable position as he tried to calm himself down. His tail slowly curling around him. Xiao only had a small break before the doors to his cage was suddenly thrown open and he was quickly yanked out of his cage onto the ground. The same mysterious green haired man smiled and nodded at him before turning back to a strange man wearing a mask, dressed in armour, and welding a spear.

Everything was happening too fast, before Xiao could get his bearing he was hauled up and dragged into a strange building and pushed into a room with several woman. There seemed to be a silent conversation he was missing before the woman pushed and pulled him every which way. Shredding his clothes and washing his skin and ears until he was rid of the grime he had been stained with from his “trip”. He was highly uncomfortable with all these foreign people touching him and dressing him but in his drugged out state he couldn’t do much besides trying to bat away hands when they were too forceful on his tail. Until he was finally dressed in a stiffy outfit with a too high collar, he heard it was called a Changshan from one of the woman, and was he lead to a private room and told to behave or else he would be killed on the spot.

At least Xiao had a chance to breathe. To take in his surroundings and bask in the peace and quiet. To think of how he could possibly get out of this situation. He knew how to fight, if he could get his hands on a weapon that those guards had, he might be able to escape and find a way to return to Huan. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, remembering what his teachers taught him, and opened them determined only to flinch back when a girl his age was already standing in front of him. While Xiao knew his yellow feline eyes were intimidating, this new girls scarlet eyes felt as they were crushing him this invisible pressure. Xiao quickly bit his tongue before it could let out a warning growl and subtly wrapped his tail around his leg in comfort.

It wasn’t until the girl stepped back and sat on a couch that Xiao realized she wasn’t alone. The same guard from before was beside her but his eyes were closed. Directing his attention back to the scarlet-eyed girl, she almost seemed amused at Xiao’s hybrid features. The cute twitches of his ears and nose, but she leaned back and gestured for Xiao to go on. Xiao just stared blankly at her, was he supposed to do something? He was only told to behave lest he be killed but he felt like he was missing something important. The girl tilted her head further and asked if he had any talents, if he knew how to dance perhaps?

Xiao didn’t know the first thing about what dancing meant to this kid, he was raised to know how to weld a spear. He was aware that weapon dancing was a thing, the Huan would always celebrate victories in hunting through spear dancing, but was he even allowed a weapon?

Xiao’s eyes darted towards the guards spear as he pointed towards it. The girl’s scarlet eyes seemed to light up in understanding, Xiao just noticed that her pupils were flower shaped, as she reached over and tugged at the guards sleeve.

“Hand him the spear,” the girl said as she pointed at the weapon in his hands and then back to Xiao. The guard just stared at her incredulously as the cheerful demeanor the girl held suddenly vanished as her face scrunched into an disgusted and annoyed expression. She reached over and yanked the spear out of the guards hand before tossing it to Xiao who scrambled to catch it before it ended up stabbing him in the foot.

“Was that so hard? You may go now. Bye bye!” she said as he proceeded to push the man out despite his protests, “Don’t you have anything important to do that isn’t here? Just go stand outside or something. Are you saying I can’t defend myself? I might poison your food if you say that you know!”

As she basically threw the man out and closed the door. She pattered her clothes down and re-adjusted her hat before turning around as she grinned at Xiao. Returning to her seat on the couch, she crossed her legs, folder her hands on top of her knees, and laid back as she nodded for him.

“Now, go on. I’m interested to see what you can do. Impress me kitty.”

Xiao could feel a very thin thread inside him snap at the nickname but tried to keep his emotions in check. His teachers always said he had a short fuse and one day it would get him in trouble. He was in an unknown place, surrounded with enemies, and he could feel that the drug wasn’t fully out of his system. So he stepped back to give him more room as he twirled the spear in his hands. It was similar to the Qiang spears he used back at home. Xiao breathed in deeply, breathed out, as he took his stance and raised the spear in front of him. The girl began clapping a tempo as he twirled and danced with the spear. Stepping in and out and thrusting the spear forward. At the last second, as he was twirling the spear over his shoulder, Xiao’s eyes dilated as he rolled the weapons off his neck and into his hands and thrusts it at the clapping girl. It didn’t surprise anyone when the girl’s grin turned wider as she kicked her leg out to knock the spear out of Xiao’s hand before she caught it. The girl simply studied the spear, the weight of it, before turning her gaze back to Xiao. He was standing with his arms crossed and looking at her unimpressed.

"Excellent performance," the girl nodded as she laid the spear on her lap to clap for him but when she didn’t get any change from Xiao she slowly stopped her clapping, looking at him confused.

“Why did you send that man away if you knew this would happen?” Xiao questioned. If her flower pupils didn’t give it away he could feel in the air that she was the same as him. A hybrid of some sort.

“Only an idiot would do something like that so I wanted to see if you would actually do it! You’ve managed to impress me which means you get to live,” the girl clapped her hands once more as if that was something Xiao should be happy about, “Isn’t that nice? One more day of freedom, well until Zhongli get’s his hands on you. Then you might be in a little trouble...”

“Wait hang on. What is going on? Where am I and who is Zhongli? Who are you?” Xiao quickly intercepted before the girl could go off on another tangent. Could he get a quick five minute break and have someone explain what the hell was happening? Didn’t this girl know he was basically drugged and kidnapped? Should that be something that communities deemed as wrong?

“Oh you poor Kitty. No one bothered to explain anything? This week is Golden week where everyone in Liyue is trying to tie the knot. Zhongli has preferred taste and as his trusted advisor, Hu Tao, it’s my job to select the most eligible spouse,” Hu tao nodded to herself after finishing her explanation. There was a beat of silence as Hu Tao blinked and looked back at Xiao. His ears and tail were stiff as a board as his mind was slowly processing the information. He blinked at her. Once. Twice. Before proceeding to pass out.

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This is not what you asked for and yet I still delivered. I just started writing and it became gay. I don’t even watch dramas but if this isn’t a plot to one. I’m going to be very disappointed. Every time I write Cat!Xiao it’s another drama. Feel free to sub anyone out for reader. I just wanted to stick to the lore and AU.

If you’re interested in the terms or the “lore” behind this AU. I added a read more below:

Disclaimer: I am not a Chinese historian so there is probably something wrong here.

Huan (讙)

Found on the Yiwang Mountains, a cat with the same build as a small mountain lion or lynx, except it has one eye and three tails. According to ancient depictions, the Huan cat has the uncanny ability to scare away misfortune.

Qiang

The most common long-handled spear used by Chinese soldiers. It is one of the earliest known battle weapons and was known as “the king of a thousand soldiers”.

Changshan

Similar to what Xingqiu wears, Changshan were introduced to China during the Qing dynasty. Changshan were a formal dress for Chinese men before Western-style suits became common in China. They are traditionally worn for formal pictures, weddings, and other formal Chinese events.

Adepti vs Yaksha

The Adepti and Yaksha are two different social classes. In this mythos AU, your worth and reputation is based on your celestial powers. Adepti are people that are reincarnations of celestial beings and can change into their animal variant. Meanwhile, Yaksha’s are people blessed by celestial beings. They only have the animal features and are weaker in terms of power. Yaksha’s are still powerful compared to a human but due to the misconceptions in Liyue, Yaksha’s are treated as possessions. Yes, this will change (if I write more on this AU) because equality is hot.

Hu Tao

To be fair, I originally wrote this as Zhongli talking to Xiao but it didn’t really make sense to me. Her role and relationship to Zhongli is similar to the genshin lore where she’s a massive headache to him. But Hu Tao knows how to do her job and is one of the few people that talks back to Zhongli that he appreciates her existence. She still has to walk the line carefully lest she actually offend him and get herself killed. She admires people like herself, people that aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves or surprise her, and she has a lot of fun pushing people to reach that state. She’s not very well liked because of this.

Zhongli

I’m going to say it. I fully believe Zhongli used to be a piece of shit before he met Guizhong. Maybe not intentionally but he doesn’t understand emotions or what empathy is. In this AU, he has some amount of capability to express himself except they are all entitled because he genuinely believes he is the strongest. He’s not inherently evil, just very trapped in his own world and understanding, and everyone is too scared to correct him. Besides Hu tao of course.

Baizhu

He’s a questionable doctor that works beside Zhongli. Just so long as Zhongli doesn’t poke his nose into his experiments, he doesn’t care what Zhongli does and vice versa. But because Zhongli is technically his boss, he’ll go and do some dirty work for whoever peaks Zhongli’s interest.

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This entire AU is my call out post for Mihoyo to drop more lore bombs. If you won’t give me the lore then I’ll write it myself. My request box is still closed but at this point, if you give me something to think about I’ll probably write it.

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moonbeambucky · 3 years

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I Promise (Part 2/2)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader Word Count: 4722 Warnings: fluff, light angst, pregnancy

Summary: Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

A/N: A big thank you to my love Allie @all1e23 for beta reading 🍕❤️ gif source (x)

PART 1

In the months that passed Chris had been able to keep up on email with a bit more regularity though it still took some time in between messages. Video calls were less frequent but you still had them. You stood back from your laptop and faced sideways, lifting your shirt to reveal the protrusion of your growing belly.

His smile was bittersweet, wishing he could be there in person to watch you grow, to feel when the baby starts kicking. You were having a boy and decided to name him Oliver. After you first spoke Chris waited for you to tell your family first before he told his over email, and you followed up with a visit to see them.

His parents, Michael and Lori, were so happy to see you again. They always knew you and Chris were close but now with a grandchild on the way they were thrilled. Along with your parents they offered help immediately, everyone overwhelming you with to-do lists and essential shopping you hadn’t thought about at that point.

“My dad’s going to help make the storage room a nursery.”

Your apartment was technically a one bedroom but there was a small room adjacent to yours you’ve been using as extra space to hold anything random you couldn’t find a spot for anywhere else. It was on the narrow side and currently overcrowded with junk, not the most picturesque nursery but it would have to do for now, as soon as you get rid of things to make space.

“I wish I was there to help you,” he sighed, not speaking solely about helping you clean. “We’ll be descending for Mars soon so I won’t be able to keep in touch until we get back on the Hermes.”

You understood. Chris would be there for about a month and you assumed it would take a little longer to hear back from him once they got back on board to begin their journey back.

It was an unassuming morning at home. You were trying to find a comfortable position on your couch, adjusting the cushion you bought for extra support. You’re tired, finding it harder to fall asleep comfortably with a bigger belly. At 24 weeks your baby was apparently practicing to be a soccer player, his kicks growing stronger every day. You loved this part of pregnancy but you also couldn’t deny how terrible you felt. Your feet started swelling, your skin was itchy and you thought you were going crazy every time you tried to read but the words were blurring. Changes were expected but not in the way you always thought.

A news report breaks on TV, a red banner that flashes words that have your heart beating rapidly – ARES III ASTRONAUTS COMING HOME. Tears flood your eyes as you hear the news, Mark Watney is dead. Nausea washes over your body in waves and you clutch your stomach, forgetting to breathe until you hear that Chris was safe. You exhale with relief though your heart aches for the crew and Mark’s family. You rubbed your belly in gentle circles, speaking softly to let Oliver know that Daddy was alright and he was coming home.

It was late December when Chris finally had a chance to call you. Tears glisten in his eyes as he sees you, thanking you for the picture you emailed him from your latest sonogram. The 3D technology showed a clear picture of Oliver’s sweet face and Chris longed to meet him. Your belly had grown as well, with less than three months to go before your due date.

The nursery was complete and you really owed a lot to your family and Chris’ for helping it come together. Chloe arranged a baby shower which helped fill the nursery with everything you needed, from drawers full of diapers to a wardrobe of clothes, a lot of space themed outfits you couldn’t wait to send Chris pictures of.

Though you were overjoyed at everyone being there it was hard to keep up a smile. Everyone knew the situation and there was no way getting around the fact that he wouldn’t be home for another year. Still you pushed on and tried not to dwell on what you couldn’t change.

“Wow,” Chris marveled as you showed him your bump. “You’re so much bigger since I last saw you.” The flat, unamused expression you shot Chris made him quickly stutter on his words. “I meant your bump, it’s… you look beautiful, I promise.” You smiled a little, trusting him even if you didn’t quite believe it all the time.

Catching up came to a halt when Chris began to open up about what happened. You knew it was coming. It was ubiquitous in the news cycle but hearing it from Chris directly made your stomach churn. You wished you could be there, to wipe away his tears and hold him close as he mourned for his friend. You wished even more that you could tell him the truth… Mark was alive.

You received communication from NASA just before the public learned about it though you were specifically instructed not to tell Chris about the information. According to them the crew needed to focus on their mission home and honestly you thought it was a bunch of bullshit. You felt nauseous the whole time speaking to Chris, trying to hide the truth you so desperately wanted to tell him. Lying was not something you and Chris ever did to each other and every second you held your tongue felt like you were betraying all the years of your friendship.

When the call ended you shut your laptop, hanging your head low and breaking down into tears. It was a deep, messy faced cry with guttural sobs. You were crying for everything. For Mark, mistakenly left to die on a planet of isolation, for Chris and lying to his face, for Oliver who can’t have his father around like you wanted him to be.

As time went on you felt better, emailing and speaking to Chris whenever he could. It’s February and your heart feels lighter as you await the video connection. You try not to get sentimental with Valentine’s Day having just passed. You and Chris are not anything officially, just two adults who have known each other their whole lives having a baby… but the idea doesn’t scare you.

You think back to your thirtieth birthday and what would have happened if you were single. Would Chris have mentioned the promise? It’s a silly thought. He was so busy with his career he probably wouldn’t have gone through with it but you can’t help thinking about the “what if.” And now you were single, single and pregnant with his child, so what if…

Your thoughts are cut off immediately when you actually see Chris. His eyes were rimmed red, eyes glistening with tears that made the tiny red veins scattered across the whites of his eyes look like they were bleeding.

“Mark is alive,” his voice shuddered through a heaving sob.

Your mouth dropped open as you listened in shock. How does he know?

Chris rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, eyes squeezing tight as he exhaled another heavy sigh. “I’m the one that called it, did you know that? I told Commander Lewis he was dead and they knew…”

His words dropped, his voice failing to speak but Chris’ grief turned to anger just as quickly. “They knew… they knew for two goddamn months that he was alive! Do you know how that feels?”

Your heart was breaking for him even more and there was nothing you could do but offer words of comfort as he vented. “Chris I’m so sorry. Who told you?”

“Mitch Henderson, our flight director, he– wait.” Chris’ body stiffened, eyes narrowing at the screen. “What do you mean who? Did… did you know?”

You dropped your head in shame, unable to answer him in words.

“You knew? Y/N look at me!” he shouted.

Your head snapped up to see Chris’ nostrils flaring, jaw clenched tight. “You knew my friend was alive and you didn’t tell me?” he grit through his teeth, anger burning hotter than the sun.

“I’m sorry Chris, I couldn’t.”

He scoffed, cutting off your explanation. His tone raised to a level he’s never taken with you before. “You couldn’t what, Y/N? You looked me in the eye and lied to me about everything!”

Though Chris may have been justified in his anger it shouldn't have been directed at you. Just as quickly you retorted, “I’m not the only one Chris! Everyone knows, your parents, Chloe; this isn’t on me. NASA told us not to say anything to distract you.”

“Oh but telling me you’re pregnant wasn’t a distraction?” he snapped.

Chris knew he made a mistake but it was too late, the words came out and he couldn’t take them back. He watched you sink in your chair, your lips beginning to quiver. You dropped your head down to hide the tears but he could see them leaving wet puddles on the fabric of your shirt.

He was upset, feeling guilty about leaving Mark stranded even though he knows there was nothing he could have done. His biometer was damaged, he thought… they all thought he was dead and if they didn’t leave they’d all have died too. There was nothing he could do to change the past but this isn’t what he wanted.

Chris was angry and frustrated with everything. He wanted his friend to be safe on the Hermes, he wanted this mission to be over, he wanted… to be with you. You were due in three weeks and the closer the date got the more he hated being up in space when all he wanted was to be by your side.

“Y/N… Y/N please… I’m sorry,” he sniffled, wiping away fresh tears that began to fall. “I didn’t mean to take this out on you… please…”

Tears still fell as you lifted your head slowly towards the screen to find Chris looking just as upset as you were. You cleared your throat, wiping the wetness away from your cheek as you spoke, “If you don’t want to do this–”

“No!” he cut you off immediately, “Y/N please, I was wrong. I was upset and I didn’t mean that. I want this more than anything. I’m sorry.”

The sincerity was clear in the depths of his eyes, staring at you as if he was unworthy of your gaze. You took a moment to think of what he’s going through; the world had time to process everything that was happening with Mark but for Chris this was new and upsetting and you understood.

“I’m sorry too. I never wanted to lie to you.”

“Stop, you don’t have to apologize, I was an asshole.” Chris immediately stops your protests and you let him, feeling yourself smile again the longer you continue to speak. “I miss you a lot, do you know that?” His smile returned as he spoke, asking how you were feeling with your upcoming due date.

Your smile stretches wider across your face. “I miss you too. I’m…” The smile curbs a bit as you let out a sigh. “I’m nervous honestly, excited but scared I guess, I don’t know. I know it’s unrealistic and maybe even a bit selfish to say but I feel like if you were here I’d be a lot better.”

He apologizes again though you find yourself doing the same, not meaning to add to the guilt he already lives with. “I wish I could be there but I know you’re going to get through it, and Oliver already has the best mom in the world.”

Your mouth gasped open and you placed your hand on your bump. “He just kicked when you said that, I’m not even kidding!”

“See, it’s true,” he grinned widely.

There was a faint noise in the background and you saw Chris looking off to the side. When he turned back to face the screen you could tell by the tension in his face that he was needed for something.

“I have to go now, but… I love you Y/N.”

Though you’ve heard those words so many times before and have spoken them yourself, this time they felt different. You wondered if he meant to put that new emotion behind it and if you felt the same.

There wasn’t much time to ponder these thoughts as two weeks later you were in the hospital, with your mom and Chloe by your side getting you through labor. It was an excruciating ordeal with contractions that were so intense you were in tears. They helped you breathe through them, letting you squeeze their hands as you received an epidural and finally a few hours later it was time to push. Chloe recorded the birth over your shoulder for Chris and with a strangled cry Oliver came into the world.

Tears of joy ran down your cheeks as you held him against you. He was beautiful and you could see so much of Chris in him already. A bittersweet sob wracked through you, wishing he was there.

Chris called the whole crew in to see photos of Oliver as he opened his email. There were a ton, his family making sure they took pictures from every angle. There were close ups of his little toes, pictures of him sleeping and Chris’ favorites of you holding him.

“Congratulations Beck!” “Welcome to fatherhood.” “He’s beautiful.”

Chris saved some things for himself like Oliver’s birth and a special message you sent him. The phone was held out in front of you, the unforgiving hospital lights showing off how tired you looked but to Chris you were beautiful and shining as bright as the stars.

“We did it.” Your voice was soft and strained, but you still pushed on to speak to him. The camera flipped towards the bassinet beside your bed with Oliver sleeping peacefully. “Say hi to Daddy,” you whispered softly. There were a few moments of silence watching him sleep, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as Oliver’s mouth twitched. “I can’t wait for you to meet him Chris,” the camera flipped around again, “I know you’re going to be an amazing father. I love you so much.”

When the video ended Chris couldn’t help but kiss the screen, wishing it was your lips that his were pressed against. He’s eagerly counting the days and soon enough he would be.

Chris sat uncomfortably in his chair, elbow resting on the glossy white table as his hand covers his mouth, hiding the worry and tension of his lips. He feels like he swallowed a bag of rocks, his stomach is tense and tight, cramping in all the worst ways. He tried to hide it, shifting in his chair as he listens to his Commander lay out a plan to save Mark.

It goes directly against NASA’s orders and he’s not sure what the consequences would be for mutiny but he doesn’t care about that, not if it means they can rescue their friend.

“...If we do everything perfectly we add 533 days to our mission, 533 more days before we see our families again, 533 days of unplanned space travel where anything could go wrong.. If it’s mission critical, we die.”

He shifts again, his stomach twisting in all directions as he ponders what to do. He missed your pregnancy, Oliver’s birth. He could be home in six months and his heart swells at the thought. He is ready to happily spend his nights changing diapers and preparing bottles, bonding with his son and allowing you the sleep you need.

Chris’ shoulders slump. He doesn’t know much about fatherhood but he does know he wants to be someone Oliver could look up to and he wouldn’t be that person if he didn’t stay true to his heart and make a tough decision.

“Well, it has to be unanimous,” Commander Lewis said, scanning her head to lock eyes with each member of the crew.

It would be another year and a half before Chris saw you and Oliver and the thought hurts him deeply but he knows it’s for the best. “Let’s go get him,” he said, his voice wavering between excitement and trepidation. He knew this was right and he hoped you would believe him.

Once the Hermes corrected their course it was official and NASA knew they would have to send them the resupply probe for their extended mission. Now all Chris had to do was tell you.

It was hard to watch the tears stream down your face as you broke down, you weren’t even able to wipe them with Oliver sleeping in your arms. Chris is crying too, looking at the sweet face of the son he has to wait even longer to meet. You know why he’s doing this and you can’t exactly be mad at him. Even growing up Chris was always the person to do the right thing no matter the consequence.

“Y/N… if anything happens…”

“No!” you cut him off, letting out your anguish as softly as you could so you didn’t disturb Oliver. “Chris, don’t say that.” Your eyes pleaded with him, hating that he made you even consider the worst.

“Please, if anything happens I want you to know that you and Oliver…” His voice gives out, even Chris has a hard time accepting a very possible reality. “I made sure you’ll be taken care of.”

He stared straight through you and you understood what he meant. Adjusting your grip on Oliver, you quickly wiped the wetness from your cheek and rubbed at your nose. “You have to come back to us, promise me.”

“I promise,” he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wants to keep his promise but it’s not something he can guarantee. Oliver stirs in your arms, his face twisting as he lets out a piercing cry as if he also knew the stakes at hand.

You soothe your son as best as you could, feeling he needed a diaper change. Before saying goodbye you looked into Chris’ eyes through the screen, wishing you could reach out and cup his cheek as you proclaimed, “I love you, Chris.” You meant every word, more than ever before.

His cheeks pulled into a warm smile as he said it back. The screen goes dark and he sits quietly starting his countdown over for the day he can say it to you again in person.

A year has passed and you’re sitting on the floor with Oliver in your lap, holding a book out in front of you. This was your nightly routine before bed, letting him pick out a story from his little shelf against the wall and reading it together. He was very interested at this age, helping you turn the pages or pointing at the pictures that you would describe and try to get him to repeat.

He’s grown so much and every day you find more ways he looks like Chris, especially when he scrunches his nose, putting up a fuss when eating bananas.

Oliver’s first birthday was two months ago, it was a small party at Chris’ parents house filled with cake and presents but the best gift was that Chris was able to call in. You cried immediately, holding Oliver up to the screen and pointing at Chris. “Dada! Look Oliver it’s Dada!”

There were pictures of Chris in your house and every time you passed them you would show Oliver, hoping the connection would eventually sink in. Oliver grinned at the screen showing off four tiny teeth in the center of his smile. “Oliver it’s Daddy!” Chris said, waving his hands. “Hey buddy. I love you Oliver. I’ll see you soon.”

It didn’t feel real that Chris was actually coming home this year since he’s been gone for so long. You’ve been keeping in touch, emailing him as many pictures and videos of Oliver as you could. Everyone loved the professional shots taken when he was six months old, dressed in pajamas printed with planets on them, holding a bottle shaped like a spaceship. In others he was dressed as an astronaut tethered to a bright and colorful rocketship laying against a starry background made to look like he was floating in space, just like his Dad.

With Oliver in bed you went to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat though you could barely focus. You were on edge, watching the live stream of Mark Watney’s rescue on your phone.

Your head lifted to the TV as you waited like the rest of the world, watching the rescue in real time. It took an hour before there was confirmation that Mark was safely on board and the relief brought tears to your eyes. The whole world was celebrating and you couldn’t imagine how happy Chris and his crew were to get him back and soon enough Chris would be home too.

While some people were opening up presents on Christmas morning you were opening suitcases and getting ready to pack things for yourself and Oliver to fly to Houston to see Chris. The crew landed two days ago and seeing footage of him being pulled from the capsule brought tears to your eyes. You pointed to the screen for Oliver, “Who’s that? That’s…”

His face lit up, his little hand slapping at the screen as his squeaky voice said, “It’s Daddy!”

“That’s right. Good job!” you beamed, planting a kiss to his soft cheek.

Oliver did a lot of growing up in the last year. He was a few months shy of two, a little ball of energy that brought smiles everywhere he went. He was playful and kind, he loved to splash bubbles during bathtime, and wiggle his body to music.

Chris was able to see his emerging personality whenever you spoke to each other. Oliver was shy at first and a little confused, looking back at you instead of the screen as Chris was trying to talk to him. It took a lot of patience but you got there, pointing at Chris and saying “It’s Daddy!” enough times for Oliver to finally recognize him. Chris would smile and wave, calling him his little buddy and Oliver waved back. He was hesitant at first but regular video calls normalized their relationship and soon Oliver would press his lips to your laptop, leaving a big wet kiss on the screen meant for his Dad.

It was hard knowing Chris was back on Earth but you couldn't see him yet. He was undergoing physical evaluations and you were certain more testing would be necessary in the future considering he and the Ares III crew have set a record, spending nearly three times the amount in space than ever before. You chuckled to yourself, knowing Chris would probably want to take on the study himself although part of you knew he was more anxious to spend time with you and Oliver, a thought that made your heart swell.

A week later and you were at the Johnson Space Center, in a waiting room meant for the family of returning astronauts. Oliver is playing with Aunt “Coey” as he called her, holding his spacecraft toy and making it fly above armrests of the row of blue chairs you’re so tired of staring at. Whenever you heard noise in the hallway you quickly rushed towards Oliver, brushing his hair in place with your hands and adjusting the bottom of his striped blue shirt.

This time you were right to be prepared as a man opened the door. You all scrambled to stand up, holding Oliver in front of you with your hands on his shoulders. The man nodded, giving a quick smile and suddenly you felt overcome with nerves. After two and a half years you were finally about to see Chris again and your heart was beating wildly. You tried to steady your breaths, holding a nervous smile as you waited for him to walk through the door.

The moment he did you were overcome with emotion, bursting out with tears of joy, a smile stretching from ear to ear. He was here, he was actually here. Chris had a smile that beamed as bright as the stars, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked at you and Oliver who had grown restless of standing and made his way into his grandpa’s arms.

Chris walked unsteadily towards you, thinking Oliver could probably walk better than he can at the moment as he was still adjusting to gravity. You ran forward meeting him more than halfway, throwing your arms around him for a crushing hug. As you cried against his chest your own legs nearly gave out when you felt his arms around you.

“I missed you so much,” you muffled against his shirt, pulling yourself back to stare into his eyes once more.

“I love you,” he said, a clear admission of the feelings in his heart, no longer meant with platonic innocence.

You were always close and while the two of you never saw each other as anything but friends it certainly surprised everyone around you when you didn’t end up together. Things were different now and you both felt the shift in your relationship since he’s been away. It was more than the bond you had by having a child together; Chris always had a place in your heart and you wondered why it took this long to see it.

“I love you too,” you cried again, feeling the relief of his lips against yours as they pressed together for a sweet and long overdue kiss.

Lori kissed her son, hugging him quickly as did Chloe who was eager to record Chris and Oliver’s first official introduction on her phone. Michael placed him down and you kneeled beside Oliver. Chris eased himself down, feeling his heart pounding like a drum in his ears. In the last few years he’s been through countless stressful situations, none of which were more nerve wracking than meeting his son for the first time.

There’s a nervous look on Oliver’s face as a room full of people are all watching him and he turns to look at you, his eyes pleading for help. You reassured him that everything was okay and like the many times you’ve done in the past you pointed towards Chris. Your voice wavered as the words you spoke bubbled out of your throat, “Oliver, this is your Daddy.”

Chris smiled softly, keeping a short distance between himself and Oliver because he didn’t want to overwhelm him. It was clear Oliver was unsure of what to do, looking back and forth between you and Chris.

“Hey buddy, it’s me. I’m your Daddy,” Chris said and finally Oliver’s face lit up with recognition.

He grinned, waving to Chris in front of him as they had done through the screen so many times before. With a proud smile Oliver picked up the hem of his shirt, exposing his tummy and strung together a sentence of mostly recognizable words that meant, “I have a belly button!”

A tear squeezed out from the corner of Chris’ eyes as he laughed, “Yeah you do buddy!”

The ice was broken between them and Chris looked over his shoulder at someone who discreetly handed him something behind his back.

“I’m so happy to meet you Oliver. This is for you,” Chris said, handing over a teddy bear dressed as an astronaut.

He jumped as he took the bear, squeezing it in his arms with the happiest smile. With some encouragement you had him thank Chris and Oliver pursed his lips forward to kiss Chris’ cheek. Oliver let Chris hug him and he smiled through his tears, finally experiencing what he’s been imagining for years, holding his son in his arms.

Chris thought his days among the stars were over but together with you and Oliver he’s surrounded by a whole galaxy of love. Each day shines brighter than the last and Chris has no doubt that one day soon he will finally keep his promise.

#chris beck x reader #chris beck fanfiction #chris beck fluff #dad!chris beck #chris beck x you

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expectingtofly · 3 years

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What It Means to Love, 3k

established dean/cas, hurt/comfort, post 15x20, human!cas

day 2 of @thiscastielhasflown and i's follower celebration

prompt: hurt/comfort

“Dean, I am perfectly fine, I—” Cas paused, face scrunching up, then he sneezed before he could finish his sentence.

Dean took a step backwards. “Dude, gross! Seriously? Sneeze into your elbow. That’s like preschool 101.”

“Oh, then it’s so great that I went to preschool,” Cas said, managing to sound sarcastic even with his nose stuffed up. Dean winced as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “It’s not like I haven’t been a human for only three months.”

Right. “Yeah, well, guess this is the perfect introduction." How the hell did Cas manage to still look so adorable slumped against the kitchen counter, clothes wrinkled and nose red? “Welcome to humanity, you have a cold. Here, stop that.” He couldn't watch Cas wipe his nose on his sleeve again. They didn’t have tissues in the kitchen, but he grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. Dutifully, Cas took it and blew his nose. “What you need is to get in some comfier clothes, lay down, and get some sleep.”

Violating the few feet he'd put between them to stay clear of the germs, he stepped closer to loosen Cas' tie. Cas let him, saying, "I can still help research—"

"No, no." Cas leveled him with a glare, but it had lost its bite now that Dean knew he couldn't strike him dead with his angel grace. Okay, it was still pretty menacing. "I'm trying to save your ass. Sam will kill you if you sneeze on his laptop or precious books. Come on, take off the coat, you gotta be burning up."

He was helping Cas slip it off when Sam walked into the kitchen. “Ew, gross," he complained, covering his eyes with his hand, and Dean realized he was essentially undressing Cas in front of the kitchen island. "Get a room."

"Grow up," Dean said, draping Cas' coat and tie over his arm. Okay, so maybe they’d given Sam a reason to be on-guard now, but, "It's not what it looks like."

Sam lowered his hand, then frowned at Cas. "Woah. What happened to you?"

"I'm sick," Cas answered, as if that wasn't obvious enough by his glassy eyes and disheveled appearance.

"Well, uh, wash your hands," Sam said, stepping back as Cas started for the door, Dean following. "Don't wanna spread any germs. And try to stay out of the library."

"Told you," Dean whispered to Cas as they went down the hallway. In their room, he gestured for Cas to sit on the bed as he rummaged through their dresser. “T-shirt and sweatpants,” he said, handing them over.

Cas unbuttoned his white button-down which was identical to the dress shirts he always wore as an angel. Apparently old habits died hard—in this case, an affinity for business casual. Actually, maybe Cas getting sick and out of his old clothes was a good thing. Dean didn't know the last time the trenchcoat had been washed.

Collecting Cas' shirt and pants, he said, “I’ll get rid of these disease-ridden clothes.” He thought he caught Cas rolling his eyes as he pulled Dean’s sweatshirt over his head. "You watch TV or something, I’ll go see if we have cold medicine.”

After starting a load of laundry and raiding the medicine cabinets in the bathroom and cabinets in the kitchen, he returned to the room to find Cas sitting cross-legged under the covers of the bed, remote in his hands.

“Here, you go,” Dean said, handing over a warm mug. Ancient Aliens played on the TV; one of Cas' favorite pastimes was refuting every crazy claim and theory the show presented with his own recollections of the ancient times. “Sam said this tea will help. He ran out to get some medicine.”

Eagerly, Cas took the mug from him and took a large gulp, then coughed. "Ow. It's hot."

"Drink it slowly, idiot."

Cas took a more hesitant sip, then squinted up at him. "This tea is incredibly flavorless."

Dean snorted. "’Cause your nose’s clogged up. And you probably burned your tongue. Another joy of being human."

Groaning, Cas dropped his head back on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. "Why is being human so difficult?"

Dean inwardly winced at that. Or thought he did so inwardly, but his expression must've revealed something because Cas glanced over at him, then straightened up, nearly spilling his tea. "Dean, I didn't mean anything by that."

Clearing his throat, Dean shrugged and sat down on the other side of the bed. "No, it's fine. You're right, being human sucks."

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world," Cas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Cas seemed about to say more, but then he sneezed. Into his elbow this time. Progress.

Ancient Aliens finished, and they got halfway through an episode of UFO Hunters before Cas started to nod off. Dean took the mug from him, and his eyes fluttered open, head jerking up. "I'm fine," he said.

"I know you're tired because you missed them saying aliens created the lost city of Atlantis."

Cas sniffled. "That's ridiculous. Everyone knows Atlantis was formed by—" He was interrupted by a yawn, and Dean made a mental note to return to that subject later.

“Come on, take a nap.”

“I am not a small child, Dean,” Cas protested, but he settled down anyway. Dean couldn’t resist adjusting the covers, essentially tucking him in. He wasn’t trying to baby him, but it was second nature seeing how miserable the guy looked. Turning off the lights, he went to the door. "You good? Need anything else?"

"No." Cas squinted one eye open to look at Dean over the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, and, fuck, if he wasn't still the most beautiful man Dean had ever seen, even sick as a dog. "Thank you."

A tiny alarm went off in Dean's brain about germs, but he returned to the bed to kiss Cas on the forehead anyway. True love, and all that. God, he was getting sappy in his old age.

Cas looked marginally better when he woke up from his nap. If marginally better meant pillow hair and pillow lines on his cheek. Well-rested, at least. He swallowed down the cold medicine Sam had brought home, complaining that he could taste enough to know the flavor was not, quote, "similar to anything occurring organically in nature."

"Whaddya wanna eat?" Dean asked him as he drained his glass of water. "And don't say PB and J," he added before Cas could speak.

Cas set his glass down on the nightstand and slid further down under the covers. "Anything that won't make my throat hurt more."

"My, uh, mom used to make me soup when I was sick."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Whatcha making?" Sam asked, coming into the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and Dean snapped him with the towel.

"That's for Cas, back off."

"Wow," Sam said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Look at you."

"Look at me what?" Setting aside the pot lid, he scraped the celery he'd been dicing from the cutting board into the pot.

Sam shrugged. "Taking care of Cas, making dinner, you're almost domestic."

Dean turned red and scrambled furiously for a comeback. "Yeah, and you're, you're still a little shit." Nailed it.

Sam laughed. "Wasn't an insult. Just meant, I don't know. Different for you, I guess."

Dean eyed him, stirring the soup. "Don't have much of a choice. Poor guy just turned human and he's already going through it."

"I think he's dealt with worse than a cold before."

"Yeah, well, wish he didn't have to deal with any of it." Any of it meant plenty. Between Dean’s own fuckups, world apocalypses, and near-death and actual death experiences, Cas had been through the ringer several times over. And now he was human—which, by all counts, wasn’t the worst thing he’d been through, but it wasn’t ideal. It’d been a rough transition, anyway.

Cas seemed better recently, though, since getting somewhat used to being human. And things were going well between them. Getting sick was just one tiny wrinkle compared to everything they’d been through, right?

He stared at the soup and startled when Sam straightened off the counter with a comment that Jack was out with friends, he was leaving for Eileen’s, have fun giving Cas a sponge bath. Dean flipped him off as he headed out the door.

When the soup was finished, he ladled a bowl full and returned to the bedroom. Cas looked up from his phone when Dean entered with the bowl of steaming soup. “Hear from Claire?” Dean asked, nudging the door shut with his foot.

“She says she and Kaia have almost closed up the case." He set his phone aside. “They’ll be able to visit soon.”

“You tell her you’re sick?”

“She was incredibly non-sympathetic—thank you." Cas took the bowl from him. “She seemed to find it amusing that I once ruled garrisons and now can’t go five minutes without sneezing.”

Dean tensed, hoping Cas wasn’t hurt by the comparison, but Cas didn’t look offended. “Sounds like her.”

"Yes.” He breathed in the steam coming from the bowl. “This smells incredible.”

"Family recipe," Dean joked, sitting down next to him. "Well, someone's family. Straight from some blog online. Think it's pretty close to what my mom would make." He watched Cas pick up his spoon, and added, "Don't tell Sam." He'd never hear the end of it if Sam knew he was reading mommy blogs.

"Your secret is safe with me."

Dean picked up the remote as Cas ate, wondering if he should give Claire a piece of his mind. Sure, Cas was pretty easy-going about the whole giving up his grace thing, but no need to rub it in his face. Becoming human had to feel pretty pitiful after ages of being an angel.

He was trying to make it better where he could, though. “You wanna watch a movie tonight? I'll let you pick because you're bedridden."

"I am not," Cas protested, though he looked more than a little pleased at the idea of getting to choose. Dean braced himself for whatever ridiculous romance or musical Cas insisted on watching now—to date, he'd been subjected to La La Land , the ending of which had reduced Cas to tears for the rest of the night; Pride and Prejudice, okay not too bad, though he'd never admit it; and You’ve Got Mail, dammit not bad enough for him to hate either.

Instead of suggesting a movie, though, Cas said, "You're very caring, Dean."

"Uh." Dean turned from cycling through the movie options on the TV to look at Cas. He felt himself turn red under the look Cas was giving him, head tilted, that fond almost-smile he got. "Yeah, uh. What I do."

"Yes," Cas agreed. "It is what you do. You're very good at taking care of others."

"Oh, God, don't start that." By that, he meant the long compliments Cas so shamelessly gave him now, like he'd been storing them up for a long time and was finally able to hand them out. It was like the dam had broken that night when Billie and the Empty—

But he didn't want to think about that. Not when all the events since that day had led to Cas now sitting in bed blowing his nose, the trashcan by the bed overflowing with tissues. Poor bastard; he'd gone through one whole Kleenex box already.

"I'm only going to stop because talking hurts too much," Cas told him, tossing a tissue at the trashcan and missing sorely. Dean grimaced.

They nearly got through Mama Mia before Cas dozed off, head resting on Dean’s shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable position and Dean’s arm was half-asleep, but he refused to move. The mere fact that they were sitting together in bed, pressed against each other, was still enough to send him into shock anytime he thought about it too much. Cas—a literal former angel—had fallen in love with him. It was almost too good to be true.

But Cas was currently slumped against him, drooling on his shoulder, so he guessed it really was true.

As the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and touched Cas’ forehead with the back of his hand. Not as warm as before. At his touch, Cas blinked awake.

“It’s over already?”

“Whaddya mean, already? I just had to sit through two hours of singing and dancing.” It hadn’t been that torturous, but he couldn’t admit that—he had a reputation to uphold. Straightening, Cas rolled his eyes. “Feel any better?"

Cas’ expression turned thoughtful, as if taking stock of every physical sensation in his body, and Dean had to grin at his seriousness. He nodded. "Yes."

"Great.” He glanced at the time on the clock and realized it was later than he’d expected. “You probably wanna get some rest.”

Cas nodded with a yawn. "You don't have to sleep here if you don't want to."

Dean froze in the middle of pulling back the covers, mind immediately spinning out. "What?" They'd only started sharing a room a month ago, oh God, he'd known it was too good to be true, Cas was sick of him—

"I want you to," Cas said quickly, as if sensing Dean's downward spiraling. "I just don't want you to get sick."

Oh. Oh. Feeling a little sheepish for immediately jumping to the worst conclusions—one of his greatest talents, if he did say so himself—he shook his head. "Nah, I have a great immune system."

Cas' expression turned guilty and Dean narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"About that..." Cas started slowly. Dean gave him a look. "Well, uh... Your immune system isn't quite as healthy as you think. I've been giving it a boost for the past several years, every time you started to get sick."

"What?" Looking back, it was pretty remarkable that he'd never gotten even a common cold with all the other shit they dealt with. "Fuck."

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I should be thanking you. So, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Of course Cas had been taking care of him for years, Dean thought, when they settled in bed and he turned off the lights. Cas told him he was caring, but it was Cas who was the caring one. He’d sacrificed his life for him, for Christ’s sake. Then gave up his grace to return to Earth because he wanted to be with Dean and Jack and Sam and everyone. The guy didn’t have a selfish bone in his body.

The thought should’ve been a comforting one, but instead he felt antsy, unable to stay still, shifting under the blankets.

Turning onto his side, he nudged Cas, whose eyes had fallen shut. With a grunt, Cas opened his eyes and looked over at him.

“You alright?” Dean asked, which wasn’t really what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it.

“I was when I was falling asleep,” Cas grumbled. But he shifted to face Dean. In the faint light coming from the bunker hallway, Dean could see the concern in his eyes. It sent a pang through him. Cas had given up so much, and Dean was doing all he could to make sure he never regretted it, and Cas told him all the time that he was content with his choice, but still the worry sat heavy in his stomach.

"Listen,” he started. “I just wanna let you know that being human isn’t all bad. I swear it won’t be miserable forever. I know you've been introduced to the bad shit first, but—"

"That's not true," Cas interrupted, touching Dean’s hand resting between them. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Dean, being human has been the single most rewarding experience in my entire life second only to raising Jack. It started with you rescuing me from the Empty and revealing my feelings weren't unreciprocated like I thought. I would say that's far from miserable.”

"Yeah, but you had to adjust to living without your grace, and eating food, and getting sick..."

"It's been difficult, yes. I won't lie and say I enjoy bodily functions or sneezing or headaches. But I do enjoy being with you and eating chicken soup and watching absurd TV shows. I wouldn't change this for anything. Whatever happened in our lives, it led us here. And I’m happy with where we are.” He studied Dean for a moment before asking, quieter, “Are you happy?”

“Yes, yeah, of course,” Dean hastened to say, because it was true. Fuck, it couldn’t be truer. “Of course. Just feel bad, I guess. That you gave up your grace and all that. Feel like I’ve hardly done anything.”

Castiel’s expression softened. “You’ve given me more than I could’ve ever dreamt of. And anyway, it’s not a competition, Dean. I take care of you, you take care of me. That’s what love is.”

Throwing that word around, love, still made Dean’s heart skip a beat. But it was true. He loved Cas and he’d do anything for him. The same, he knew, was true on Cas’ end.

Cas said it best, so he settled for lifting Cas’ hand and kissing his knuckles.

“I would kiss you," Cas said, smiling, "but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Screw it," Dean said, and propped himself up on an elbow to kiss him. Then he shifted, turning over and pulling Cas’ arm to wrap around him. Even if the bastard was sick, Dean was making him be the big spoon.

"For the record,” he said, feeling Cas curl around him. “I wouldn't change anything either."

And he meant it. Even when he woke up the next morning with a sore throat and stuffed up nose. Cas—who seemed to have gotten over the worst of his cold—took only one look at him before declaring it was his turn to play doctor, throwing extra blankets at him and demanding the chicken soup recipe in a flurry of activity.

He’d take care of Cas, and Cas would take care of him. It sounded like a good life, Dean thought, settling back against the pillows with a smile. He wouldn't change a thing.

#j&kcreatorfest #destiel fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #human!cas #established dean/cas #post 15x20 #destiel #cas likes watching romances and musicals i decided for this fic #and history channel shows too #dean and cas' love language is forcing each other to watch shows and movies the other dislikes (or pretends to dislike)#expectingtofly writes

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itsrayyyyyyyyyy · 3 years

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Depths of Devotion (Yandere!Hellhound x GN!Reader)

TW: Stalking?? Kinda?, Kidnapping Wordcount: 2k

You had never seen something so beautiful in your life. You breathed in the crisp and clean air of the forest while your lips curled in a small smile.

You had decided it would be a good idea to escape home for a while and enter the spectacular landscape of Southern Germany. You exited the cab and paid the man for the fair before looking forward into the dark woods of the Black Forest. With high hopes, you walked forward in the direction of your cabin.

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You hummed a light tune as you admired the towering trees and the wildflowers surrounding you. A small hum left your throat as you bent down, and picked up a flower, and the closer you inspected it, it turned out to be a tiny violet. You fiddled with the petals for a moment, before tucking the violet behind your ears.

The journey towards the campsite wasn't too long, but it took you longer since you stopped numerous times to admire the beauty that surrounded you. A huff escaped your lips as you approached the cabin, sitting on a log and digging in your bag for your keys. The silver of the keys gleamed in the sunlight, before being used to open the cabin door.

The first thing you noticed was that it was cold and damp. The cabin looked as though it hadn't been used in years. You groaned as you set your bag down at the door, and placing your hands on your hips. 'No wonder this place was so cheap; it's a dump!' Your eye twitched slightly in annoyance, but you still shrugged off your windbreaker and placing on the bed. The cabin was relatively small; just enough space for about two people. The wooden planks beneath you creaked with every step; along with the furniture. The furniture had a light layer of dust and when you swiped your hand against the table, the dust particles roaming the still air of the cabin. You let out a few coughs while swiping at the air, trying to clear your lungs of the irritation from the dust. An old broom sat still against the single kitchen cabinet, which was even dustier than the rest of the cabin. You reached out and held the broom in your hand, and slowly rubbed your thumb against the handle, which felt smooth and cold against your skin. You began to sweep the furniture with newfound vigor, hoping to make your home for the week easier to live.

With the furniture and floor cleaned, you set the broom back in its original spot and sat down on the small bed, which let out a groan under the weight of you and your bag. A sigh left your lips as you heard the calling of birds outside one of the open windows, warmth from the light of the sun pooling into the cabin. The cool air and somewhat comfortable bed brought you comfort and helped relaxed your aching bones. You reached down and untied your heavy hiking boots, before dropping them on the floor with a loud 'thump'. The bed squeaked as you laid back against the red comforter and with a yawn, you closed your weary eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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As soon as you groggily opened your eyes, you were surprised to find yourself in an entirely new place. You were sitting on the ground and were surrounded by complete darkness, except the small flurries of red and orange embers flying around you, and a light orange glow far up ahead. "Where am I?" You whispered as you stood and wiped the dirt and ashes from your hiking outfit. You slowly began to walk towards the light ahead, then a feeling of sudden uneasiness washes over you. "Hello? Is someone else here?" You yelled into the endless void, but it was no use. The sneaky feeling of someone watching you never left as you walked closer to the light.

The smell of ashes burned the inside of your nostrils and entered your lungs, causing a series of coughs to leave your throat as you walked onward, the feeling of someone watching you never truly left you. A feeling of immense fear invaded your senses when you heard the barking of what you hoped was a dog and its footsteps coming closer. You began to walk faster towards the light, only for the steps to walk faster towards you, causing you to go in a panic. You broke out into a sprint towards the warm orange light ahead, with the thundering steps getting closer to you. A heavy feeling began to weigh you down as you had pushed forward as fast as you could to be rid yourself of the thing behind you.

You looked back as you ran, only to let out a scream at what you saw. You saw what seemed to be a wolf-like creature lung forward, its jaw snapping and its red eyes staring into your soul. But just before it reached you, Your eyes opened.

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You sat up quickly with ragged breaths and clutching your shirt in fear. You looked around with tears blurring your vision, only to see the cabin dark with the only light was the silver moon shining through the window. Images of the creature raced through your mind and you tried to calm your breathing. "Never in my life have I ever had a nightmare that realistic..." Your voice softly spoke as you rose from the bed and turned on the lights. Your hands reached out for your bag and pulled out a can of soup, before pulling out a pot from the kitchen cabinet and heating the stovetop.

After you ate your dinner and cleaned up after yourself, you quickly changed into your nightwear and got ready for bed, or rather to relax. You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep for a while after that hellish nightmare so you settled on reading a book while waiting for the need to sleep to take over your sore body. You closed the book and let out a stifled yawn while stretching your arms. You placed the book carefully on the nightstand before turning off the lights and climbing into the bed, and enjoying the silence.

But that silence didn't last long.

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Unbeknownst to your sleeping form, the moon shifted until it was shining on your sleeping face, giving the figure outside a perfect few of you swaddled in the warm blankets; a peaceful look on your face. The figure moved from the window and crept towards the door before it opens on its own with its hinges squeaking. Heavy but quiet footsteps approached you as you slept until the figure hovered over you. You stirred in your sleep, the smell of ash filling your nose as you let out a small moan of discomfort at the feeling of something touching your cheek. Your eyes opened slowly, only to register the large and imposing figure looming over you. It took you a second to realize what was going on, before letting out a screech and scrambled off the other side of the bed. Your body hit the floor with a thump before scrambling on your feet and making a break for the open door. You pushed through the door frame and ran further into the woods, a feeling of dread overwhelming your senses as you heard heavy and thundering footsteps following close behind you.

Your lungs burned as you pushed forward away from the cabin and deeper into the dark woods with pure fear coursing through your veins. You had never been more scared in your entire life. The dream from before was scary sure but this wasn't a dream; it was happening, and you needed to get away as fast as possible. You looked back into the winding darkness of the forest and heard a howl causing you to let a squeal; not noticing the steep hill ahead of you, causing you to fall with a gasp. You were no longer focused on the figure following you but on the searing pain all around your body as you rolled further down, before reaching the bottom of the hill and hitting your head on a rock. You lay against the rock with your vision spinning and your ears ringing. Something trickled down the side of your face, but you paid no mind to it. But just before you fell into unconsciousness, the figure stood in front of you, leaning in closer to you before your vision went black.

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Your head was pounding wildly as you woke. You sat up slowly, rubbing your head only to touch something wet. You retracted your hand only to see a bit of blood on your fingertips. "Shit what happened..." You exclaimed only to wince in pain, your brain seemingly pounding against your skull harder than before. You took in your surroundings only to realize you weren't in the cabin, but a cave of some sort. The cave walls and roof towered over you, and the sound of water dripping from the roof brought you to your senses. The figure, the hill. You desperately looked around only to find no entry to the cave, only darkness aside from the moon shining through a hole in the roof. You looked up at the moon with a sour expression. "Why must you tempt me so, the moon?" You whispered as you turned your head at the sound of footsteps nearing. You began to panic, but knew you couldn't get up, your body was worn from hours of hiking, running, and rolling down a steep hill.

You curled into yourself as the footsteps drew nearer, a strained whimper left your lips as you shook in fear. The figure stopped right in front of the light of the moon, before stepping into the light. Your eyes widened at the sight. A large, muscular man stood before you. He was incredibly handsome; He had tan skin and short hair black as ebony; his face structure was sharp and square, with many scars littering his face and body. But the most captivating about him were his blood-red eyes hooded by his long, dark lashes. He looked down at your balled-up form and knelt in front of you. "Are you feeling any better, meine Geliebte?" The man spoke gently. His voice was incredibly deep and saccharine, like honey. You gave the man a confused look before backing away at his large, scarred hand that reached for you. His calloused hand took your right cheek in his hand before wiping away the hot tears that rolled down your face. You hadn't even realized you were crying, just like how you didn't realize how much you were trembling before this broad man. "Who are you? Where am I?" Your voice trembled as he retracted his hand and gave you a sharp-toothed smile. "My name is Brenner, meine Geliebte. And I have taken you to our home." Your eyebrows raised in confusion at his words. "Our home?" You said with curiosity laced in your voice. "Yes, our home. Now, come here." His voice rumbled before reaching over resting one hand on your upper back while the other reached under your legs to lift you. "NO!" You screamed as you struggled in his arms, trying desperately to escape this large man's grasp.

Brenner was unaffected by your attempts to escape and continued to walk further into the cave, away from the silver moon's light. "WHY HAVE YOU TAKEN ME YOU-YOU BRUTE?" You screeched beating at his broad chest as he continued walking. "meine Geliebte, don't you remember me? You were walking towards the fire, and I was behind you! I saw you and I knew you were the mate I was destined to have, so I took you far from the horrors of this world." You stopped struggling as your blood ran cold. "The dog? No, that couldn't be...But how did he know about your dream?" You thought to yourself as you stared at Brenner. "That couldn't be...It was only a dream." You spoke fearfully as he looked down at you with a big smile. "Wait. His teeth..." Your eyes widened in fear at his teeth. They were sharp like a dog; or rather a wolfs.

An ear-piercing scream left your mouth as you struggled again in his hold, tears streaming down your face. "Don't worry, meine Geliebte! I will take good care of you!"

"I love you, meine Geliebte!"

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elfwoodfae · 3 years

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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

chapter-2

Summary: After getting a visit from the man in yellow you turn to Dr.Wells for help.

Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.

It was late in the afternoon when you made your way over to your apartment, it had been a pretty uneventful day. Only one meta attack and no sign of the man in yellow. It had been almost a full week without him making an appearance.

After getting home and taking very well deserve bath, you changed into an oversized comfortable shirt and decided to order some takeout food and get yourself a glass of wine while you waited for the food to arrive.

That’s when it happened. Suddenly as you sat down on your couch you noticed how the wine in your glass started to float up into the air, and a second later you were whisked away before you could so much as to draw a breath by a fury of red lightning.

The moment your feet touched the floor and the cold air hit your bare legs, you realized you were standing on the roof of a building, in the exact edge of the roof. One step back and you would fall most certainly to your death.

In front of you stood the yellow speedster in all his glory, his face distorted and his eyes bright red. You looked back over your shoulder to see how high up you were and the vertigo that came over you made you focus on him again.

He was only a few steps in front of you, but you knew better than to try and move , he could throw you in the blink of an eye over the edge.

“You work with team Flash,” his distorted voice reached you.

“And I see you have been doing some digging into the wrong path” he added, how did he know that you had been helping Joe and Cisco with their investigation of Nora’s murder was beyond you. But if he felt the need to threaten you, that meant you were on the right path, right?

As you opened your mouth to say something, suddenly he was in front of you, so close you couldn’t focus on all of his face, or what you could see of it. He moved closer to you knowing you weren’t going to be able to move any further away without falling. He moved one more step forward, pushing you back and as a scream started to come out of your mouth, you felt his hand in your back, holding you in place, suspended almost mid air. He was letting you live, you would only fall if he allowed you to, if he removed his hand. In desperate fear you clung to his forearm for dear life, looking back over your shoulder one more time to the streets down below. He moved his face impossibly close to you, so much that you could almost feel his breath on your lips.

“Stop meddling into the past” he warned.

“And you better keep this little secret between us if you don’t want more visits like this one” he added.

In the blink of an eye you were back in your apartment, as if nothing had happened, even in the same spot you were before, and for a second you wondered if it had happened at all, but the sweat running down your back and damping your forehead were enough proof that indeed he had taken you.

The doorbell rang and you jumped in fear, hands trembling as you covered your mouth to conceal a gasp, running one hand through your hair and taking deep breath you tried to calm your nerves and open the door to receive your food, which went by uneaten as you had lost all your appetite.

That night you barely slept, and the few moments you managed to conceal sleep were quickly interrupted by your body still in a constant state of adrenaline.

As the next morning came by and you got to the lab you were extremely doubtful as if you should tell the team what had happened the previous night. It’s not that you didn’t take his thread to heart, but after thinking about it, there were some things that you just couldn’t let go and were maybe the key to beating him.

Maybe you could just confide this information to the one person you trusted more than anyone. With this thought in mind you decided that you would tell what happened to Dr.Wells only, maybe he would be able to help you figure your theory out.

As you entered the cortex and said your good mornings to everyone, you moved closer to Wells and asked him if he could give you a moment of his time.

“Dr. Wells, could I please speak a moment with you?” You tentatively asked.

“Of course” he nodded and wheeled himself over to his office, you following close behind.

As you entered his office and closed the door you moved in front of a white empty board.

“I need to confide you something,” you started. “I would like to keep this private between us as it is a sensitive matter and I wouldn’t want to put the rest of the team in danger” he nodded in understanding.

Taking a deep breath you proceeded.

“Last night,” you stopped trying to find the best way to voice what you were about to tell him.

“Last night the man in yellow visited me”, you spared the details, not thinking them necessary. “He threatened me, demanding that I stop looking into ways to stop him and to stop digging into the past, as you may know Joe was investigating the case of Barry’s mother.” Dr.Wells nodded, rubbing two fingers over his mouth.

“He warned me against telling anyone about our encounter but I needed to tell someone what I had uncover from his visit.” You told him.

“May I?” You signaled to the board, he nodded. You took a sharpie and started writing on the board as you spoke. Missing the look Wells was giving you, realizing that with you his threatening had been in vain but being thankful that you had come to him first.

“ I noticed that he blurs his face to the point where nothing is recognizable which I understand” you said as you started to write something on the board.

“But I noticed that he distorts his voice also, which I find unnecessary I doubt we would be able to find him like that, but that got me thinking,” you continued. Wells hands fisted against the armchairs.

“What if he is doing it because we could find him by his voice! What if he is going to such a great lengths because we would be able to know who he is without the whole distortion thing. Which would mean he is someone we know or someone we have encountered before. Someone who has had contact with one of us. Which is how he is always one step ahead. Knowing what we are up to!” You concluded.

You were facing away from Dr.Wells which is exactly how you failed to notice when he silently stood up from his chair, having realized how much he had underestimated you and your ideas and theories. You may as well be what ruined his plan, his work. He couldn’t afford to let you get any closer. He couldn’t afford to kill you without looking suspicious and knowing Joe had had his suspicions about him he couldn’t let anything happen that could lead back to him. He did the next best thing.

As you turned around dread washed all over you. There he was, Dr.Wells standing in front of you and in less than a blink of an eye, a vibrating hand shot straight down to your heart. Your eyes widened and you took in a desperate breath as your eyes started to fill with tears. It took you a second to realize you were still alive, he hadn’t stop phasing his hand yet.

“Clever girl” he whispered close to your face, his glasses now gone as you could see a shadow of red lighting wash over his eyes.

Your mouth opened and closed, before opening again as you murmured. “It’s you, isn’t it? That’s how he, you knew where to find me.” You took in a deep breath, trying to control the tears about to fall of your eyes at the betrayal you felt.

“Why?” You asked him, voice trembling.

“Why, why you ask.” He repeated, “is a story too long to tell” he said, voice low as his eyes bore into yours with such an intensity that made you shudder in fear, his hand still vibrating inside your chest.

You had forgotten how tall he was next to you, making him seem so intimidating.

“Then why pretend to be my friend? To care for us?” You continued.

“That was not part of my plan, but you were so persistent in being friendly, in getting to know the team, and sticking around after everyone left, you became impossible to avoid.” He said, smirking.

“I would suggest, if you want your pretty little heart to keep beating, to drop all this theories you have made. Don’t tell anyone about what had happened. I will know if you as to so much try to give anyone a hint. Don’t think I won’t be watching you.” He said as he removed his hand off your chest and with a flick of his wrist it stopped vibrating.

“I believe that is all we had to discuss.” He added as he moved to his chair and rolled himself out of his office, leaving you standing there, alone and still in shock at finding out the man you had harbored more than friendly feelings for was the same man you were trying to catch, and worst of all he had threatened you and literally shoved a hand in your heart, just to show you how easily he could get rid of you if he wanted to.

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lazuli-bloom · 3 years

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Roses and Styx

Chapter 2 – The Man In The Rotting Suit

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 5051

You get to go home early, which is nice. Now if only you could shake that guy from the graveyard. It doesn't help that no one else is able to even see him. There has to be some way to get rid of him, right?

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Deep breaths. Inhale through the nose, and exhale through the mouth. You're fine. Just ignore the man grinning at you seated in your passenger seat. Everything was normal and fine. He's not really there.

"So, where to, babes?"

You sucked a long sharp breath and glanced over to the delusion. He definitely looked at home in a graveyard, with the patches of moss on pale skin and sporting a frayed suit coated in dirt and grime. The man flashed you another grin showing off sharp teeth that likely have never seen a toothbrush.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and ignored the apparition while you get your shitty car started. A few minutes later, the car clanged and sputtered awake. You shoot whatever was in your passenger seat a glare before pulling out of the small lot and headed home.

The man next to you groaned after you passed the first stoplight. You glanced over to him. He crossed his arms, and wore a frown on his face. The green color in his hair dulled from when he was in the store. His tone looked to be a more purple hue.

"Come on, babes, I know you can see and hear me!"

You stayed silent and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel while stopped at a red light. He was right—much to your vexation—you could perceive him. In more ideal circumstances you'd seek professional help from a doctor or therapist, but that costs money. So you're forced to bank on the hope that ignoring the delusion makes him disappear.

He huffed and pouted more. "You have no idea how long it's been since anyone could see me. I ain't leaving so soon."

You press your lips tighter into a line and kept your eyes on the road. His peculiar wording bounced around in your head for the next few stops. Soon that bled into playing the events of the funeral. He was there, bugging the mourners and going unnoticed.

"Fine. What are you?"

You catch the dimmer purple wash away from his hair and brighten to a vivid green.

"Aw babes, I knew you'd come around!"

"Please answer the question."

"Oh, and so polite! Alright sweets, since you asked so nicely; I am a ghost!"

You spared a glance over to him as you turned onto the dingy road leading to your apartment. The skeptic in you wanted to counter and say that wasn't possible, but you doubted voicing that would magically make your unwanted passenger disappear.

"Alright then, mister ghost, why are you following me?"

"Already told ya, you're the first breather able to see me in a long time."

"So, are you planning to haunt me? Make my life worse than it already is? Because so help me god I'll kick your ass straight to Hell if you try."

You parked your car and turned, giving him a pointed glare. His citrine eyes lit up as his grin stretched so large it threatened to split his face.

"Feisty! I like that in a breather."

You grumbled under your breath and looked around the parking lot. Your car was one of maybe four parked there. There weren't any milling tenets out, either. Nevertheless, you weren't keen on staying out in your car the entire day talking to a ghost.

"I'm going inside. If you want to follow me, then you're going to have to answer my questions. Got it?"

"Anything you want, babes."

You breathed out through your nose and unbuckled yourself. As you stepped out you caught sight of the ghost floating out the front of your car where he waited for you on the curb. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he rolled back, putting his weight on his heels. The ghost flashed you another grin, and you doubted any good could come from this.

No second guesses or weaseling out by that point. You told him to follow you as you made your way to the apartment. Up the flight of stairs and to the end of the hall, you were almost home free.

"Parker!"

The harsh rasp of a smoker shouted at you. Every fiber of your being tensed up, and you fought to put on a smile in front of the dragon. She marched up to you with narrow eyes locked on you.

"Hi Donna."

"Who the hell left your apartment yesterday? I swear if you're smuggling a roommate in there I'm going to raise your rent."

"That was my friend, Sam. They're moving and stopped by to say goodbye. Wait, how did you know Sam even visited? Didn't you go out last night?"

"I got complaints about you."

You keep your mouth shut for the moment. This was a conversation you preferred not to drag out. You simply nodded to her as you carefully thought over your next words.

"Sam only dropped by to say goodbye."

"And who is 'Cassie'?"

You tensed up to the point your muscles could turn to stone any minute. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and you struggled to keep up a friendly act.

"They're a co-worker."

Donna huffed at you, followed by a sneer showing off tobacco-stained teeth. She waved you off and turned, pulling out her smokes as she left. Donna uttered an insult your way before descending the stairs.

"Ain't she a delight."

You whipped your attention to the gravelly voice and found the specter with narrowed eyes pointed at the landing. His brow and nose scrunched up as he glared and you noted odd flecks of red in his hair.

You got your keys out and unlocked your door. "She's a bitch, but this apartment was the best I could afford. Easier to just grin and bear it."

"You know sweets, we could help one another with our problems." He said. You raise a brow at him before you stepped into the apartment. While he didn't exactly need you to, you stepped to the side and held the door open for him. "Babes, you are adorable. I'd give ya a big ol' 'thank you' kiss if I could."

"Please don't," you said, closing the door.

He let out a hardy laugh and then winked your way. You frowned and leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He scanned over the apartment while you studied him. The ghost's ragged appearance gave the impression that he recently crawled out of the grave. His pale skin grew bits of moss that blended into his hair. Dark rings circled his amber eyes. And a layer of rot and grime coated his odd frayed suit.

"Like what ya see, sweets?"

Heat rushed to your face, and you furrowed your brow at that. "You could use a bath."

"You breathers and bathing. What's even the point of it?"

"Health. It cleans away dead skin, and any diseases stuck on you, helps with sore muscles and aches, and can just help improve your mood overall."

"Shit. I didn't expect you to actually have an answer."

"Had one or two school wide lessons back in high school telling the kids that body spray was not a substitute for a shower."

He blinked at you. He shrugged a moment later and took a step closer, with his hands behind his back. "Anyway, back to my point. I think we can help each other out."

"How?"

"You and me could get rid of that awful hag! Decapitation, eaten alive by rats, electrocution, I'm open to suggestions!"

"Real casual with murder, huh? Yeah, no, not interested."

"Wait! Okay, it doesn't have to be murder. I could scare her so bad that she runs off and never comes back! We can workshop that later. But first I need you to say my name!"

"What would saying your name do to 'help'? And I don't know your name, you never said it."

The nameless ghost rolled his eyes and heaved out a sigh. Did the dead still need to breathe? That didn't seem right.

"Right now I can't affect much of anything. You saw how that guy walked right through me, right?"

You nodded.

"But if you say my name three times, I get my powers back and won't be stuck being invisible." There was a certain excitement in his tone when he said that. One that lit up his amber eyes with... something.

Your lips twitch downward as you mulled over his words. He said earlier you were the first person to see him in a long time. How long you couldn't be sure without asking, but truly any stretch of time sounded so lonely. However, you couldn't just let him have free range to do whatever he pleased. He already proposed murder as means of dealing with your landlady. This ghost could be impossibly destructive if unleashed.

"I don't know. How can I—"

A vicious yowl made you jump. It came from the other side of the wall.

"Shit!"

You rushed around the corner and opened the bathroom door. A white blur ran past you to the underside of the coffee table. Aqua colored eyes glared at you, only to shift focus in the ghost's direction.

You ignored that for the moment and instead turned your attention to the bathroom. The smell hit you first, the acrid scent of cat piss. You groaned as you looked over the state of the bathroom. The toilet paper shredded in tethers on the cheap linoleum, food and water bowls flipped with contents scattered, and a yellow puddle next to the litter box. Fantastic.

"Why was your cat locked in the bathroom?"

"I'm pet-sitting for a friend, and I can't have pets in the apartment," You said while you dug out the cleaning supplies from under the sink. "I'm keeping him mostly confined to the bathroom, so it's not obvious a cat's here for two weeks."

"Why are you pet-sitting if you can't have pets here?"

"Because my friend couldn't board their cat anywhere else. They promised me a couple hundred bucks to do it too, so I bit the bullet."

"If you're hard up for cash, I know an easier way to get it."

You glanced back at him with a raised brow but kept quiet to focus on cleaning. A minute later, once cleaned of Rigel's mess, you tossed the toilet paper in the bathroom trash and asked, "And what method would that be?"

"Just taking it! I won't get caught, babes, and even if I did, there's nothing a breather could do about it. Come on, all you gotta do is say my name three times in a row!"

You stay quiet for a minute as you washed your hands. You dried your hands and turned to face him, saying once more, "I don't know your name."

"Well, I can't say it."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I'm cursed. I can't say my own name."

"Is it... Rumpelstiltskin?"

"Sweets, that hurts. You really think my sexy self could be that little imp?"

"Well, other than taking more shots in the dark, how else would I figure out your name?"

"We could..." He trailed off, scratching the stubble on his chin. His face lit up a moment later as he said, "We could play a game or something so you can figure it out!"

His grin stretched wide as he wore an earnest hope on his features. It was rather sweet, strangely enough, and made the notion of turning him down seem harsh. You mulled over your decision. While you didn't want to say no, you weren't keen on agreeing either. If you said yes, he'd expect you to say his name afterwards.

"And if I figure out your name, then what? Setting you free doesn't seem like a smart idea."

He instantly deflated when he heard that. Smile gone, brows furrowed. Even the vibrancy of his green hair looked like it dulled to a blueish purple. He looked crushed, and knowing you caused it struck you with a bit of guilt. You couldn't blindly trust him, but you didn't want to see him so hurt.

"Look. We just met. How do I know I can trust you?"

"Cause we're BFFFFs Forever!"

"B-F-F—... You want to be friends?"

He nodded vigorously, with a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. Your guts twisted into tighter and tighter knots the longer he gave you the lost puppy look. If he truly was alone and unseen for any stretch of time, then desperately wanting a friend made sense. And for whatever strange reason, you were the one able to see him.

"Okay. I'll make you a deal. We can be friends, but I won't free you until you've earned my trust. If I feel like I can trust you by the end of the month, then I'll say your name."

His grin reappeared, showing off sharp yellowed teeth. His hair also grew to a vibrant green. "Aw babes, you're the best! We are going to be great friends!"

You gave him a half smile, finding his excitement endearing if not a tad contagious. You finished up with cleaning the rest of the mess, and while doing so, you threw out a few more guesses of what his name might be. They were all wrong, but "Cthulhu" got a laugh out of him.

Once done with tidying the bathroom, you check on the furball under the shoddy coffee table. The devil cat hissed at you and swiped a clawed paw at you for daring to get so close. His eyes were thin slits and seemed to shift between yourself and somewhere behind you. You followed his gaze and landed on the ghost. You even asked him to move and the cat's gaze followed him.

"Huh. Looks like Rigel can see you."

"Rigel?"

"The fuzz-bucket of pure rage over here. His name is Rigel."

"Like the star in Orion?"

"Yeah, actually. The bright white star, that's why Sam named him that."

"Do you know any other stars in Orion?"

"Not off-hand. Why?"

"Eh... can't say."

You raised a brow at him. You wanted to find out the other stars in the constellation after he asked that—but with no internet access at the apartment or even a smartphone, you couldn't do that. All you owned was a cheap little prepaid flip phone straight out of the early aughts.

You shrugged it off and made a note to search that the next day on the store's computer. In the meantime, you sat down on the couch, kicking your shoes off to pull your feet up too. You didn't want to take the chance of that cat getting ballsy and going after you.

"So Mr. Whatsyourname, how am I going to figure out your name?"

He floated down to the other end of the couch and shrugged. You pressed your lips tight and hummed in thought as you worked out a means to find out his name.

"Well, playing twenty questions is getting us nowhere. Then again, throwing out random guesses isn't how you play that, but whatever. You can't spell it out, can you?"

"No, I suck at spelling it. And I can't, cause that would count as telling you it."

"Hmm, do you think you could use pictures to 'spell' it? Like using—a fly, a car, and a dog, to get the result of a flying carpet?"

"That might work, but I can't affect things, babes."

"But I can. Give me a sec, I'll get some paper." You rushed off to your bedroom and come back with a pencil and sketch pad. You took your seat back on the couch and turned to sit side by side with the ghost rather than facing him. "Alright, you tell me what shapes to draw."

You flipped to a blank page, skipping the older pages filled with various sketches and doodles. Once you got to a clean page, you held the book at an angel he could easily see.

The first thing he said to draw was a rectangle, a narrow one standing upright. Then a shorter and much thinner one at the top of the first. Followed by a third the same size as the second but connecting with it at an angle.

"Is that a juice box?"

"Nix the box."

"Juice?"

He nodded with a Cheshire grin. "Great! Now draw a circle on the front of the box."

You did so, as well as draw the six lines going out from the circle like he asked.

"Bug?"

"No, more specific. Draw lines on it in a 'T' shape."

You drew the segments on the bug, which gave it a distinct head and a line along its back. You look over the drawing and ask, "Is it a beetle?"

"Yes!"

"Beetle... juice?"

"Yes! You got it!"

You hum to yourself and look over the picture more. Such a strange name. Was that his name in life, too? Or did he get a new name upon death? Does everyone? Can you choose your name?

"I can see why your name's Art."

You shook out of your thoughts and jerked your head to the ghost—Beetlejuice—sitting beside you. You huffed a small laugh and closed the sketchbook.

"That's not my name."

"But that guy at the store—"

"I don't put my real name on my apron."

"Okay, Parker—"

"Not my name either."

"What? But that bitch called you Parker."

"I don't want people knowing my name. So, I don't give out my real name."

"Not even to your BFFFF Forever?"

"How about instead of telling you, you try to guess it? No hints either."

Beetlejuice groaned and whined at that, but you didn't budge. You instead gave him a sly smile of your own. He puffed out his cheeks and glared at you, and you did your best to not break into laughter. How was that disheveled ghost able to look so cute?

"Babes, tell me! You know my name now, I want to know yours."

"I had to play a game to figure out your name, only fair you have to do the same to learn mine."

"I'm cursed though. I can't say my name. Well, my middle name anyway."

You blinked and tilted your head as you processed his last comment. His middle name? How odd. You shrugged at him and said, "You can either try to figure out my name or maybe if I end up trusting you, I'll tell you. But for now, you don't need it."

"Then what the hell am I supposed to call you?"

"You've been doing just fine with nicknames like—babes, sweets, and breather."

"Fine. But I want to know your name at some point."

"When I'm more comfortable, it's a personal thing. What about you, though? Can I call you by a nickname?"

"Sure! You could use—sexy, or handsome, or hot stuff."

"Or none of those," you said, shaking your head. You did your best not to crack and laugh. "How about Beetle, or Bug? Simple and sweet."

"You think I'm sweet?" He asked with a purr that caused your face to burn.

"I think you're weird, and strange, but not the most terrible at least."

"I'll take it!"

There was that bright smile again. Wide and full of sharp teeth. This ghost was a very perplexing being. The more you saw his smile, the more your own lips curled into a smile of your own.

"Okay, so if you're going to hang around here, we should set up some ground rules and get other things squared away. Like—I don't want you going in my bedroom unless I invite you in and stay out of the bathroom too."

"Aw, that's no fun."

"Do you sleep or anything?"

"I can, but I don't need to. Same goes for food when I'm not stuck being invisible."

"Can you affect anything while you're like that? Lights? Electronics?"

"No. The air gets cold around me. Other than that, can't do much of anything while invisible."

You nodded with a small frown. That must be so boring—stuck watching the world go by, unable to affect anything or even seen by anyone. That experience didn't sound pleasant. As much as you wanted to keep a low profile, you couldn't bear to be that level of unnoticed.

"Well..." you said, getting your thoughts back on track, "If you don't need to sleep, what do you want to do while I'm asleep? You want me to set up a movie for you in the living room? Or I guess you could go snoop around the other apartments and see what everyone else is doing. Lord knows there's always someone awake in this place no matter the hour."

"You're giving me a free pass to spy on your neighbors?"

"You said you can't affect anything other than making it cold, so I don't see a problem. Hell maybe if you annoy enough people with cold spots Donna will have to deal with a bunch of complaints. Maybe she'll even waste money trying to fix things, that'd be fun."

"We are going to be such great friends."

You huffed out a small laugh. As strange as he was—and maybe a little too gung ho with murdering your landlady—Beetlejuice seemed like he would make for... interesting company.

You checked the time on your phone. Five in the afternoon. Only an hour left of your shift. Well, if you hadn't left early. You tossed your phone on the coffee table with a clatter. Your action earned a venomous hiss from Rigel.

"So, um, if you don't need to sleep but can, do you want me to set up the couch as a bed? I don't have anywhere else to set one up and if Donna thinks I have other people living here, she's going to be pissed."

"Good thing I'm dead."

You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. "Well yeah, technically. Existing here then, which dead or alive; you do exist. And that would still piss off Donna."

He huffed and narrowed his eyes, but glanced away from you. "I know you said you want to trust me first, sweets, but I could do a helluva lot more than just annoy her with cold spots. Just give me a chance!"

"I don't know... I don't like her but I don't think that would be a good idea." You sat looking blankly at the couch cushions as you hummed in thought. Even if he had good intentions going in—or more accurately, intentions that benefited you—things could go wrong and land you in a worse spot. Good intentions paved the road to Hell, after all.

"Babes, please, I'm begging. Ya gotta let me do something! I can even hold back on hurting her if that's what you want! I'll just scare the shit out of her!"

You thought over the proposition, and it sounded enticing. You tapped a finger against your cheek as various scenarios of Donna, scared out of her mind, played out. "That does sound fun, maybe later—Wait! It's October!"

"It is? Huh. I thought it was still July."

"Wait what? How...?"

"When you've been around for over a millennium, you stop bothering to keep tabs on time."

"A millennium? That's, holy crap. Okay, I have questions, but first what I was originally saying; It's October. So that means at the end of the month is Halloween. So, what if, if things go well and I trust you by then we plan a big scare for this All Hallows' Eve?"

The ghost shot up, bouncing on the couch. The sudden movement freaked out Rigel enough for him to scurry off to another hiding spot. "Hell yes! Babes, you're the best!" This ghost vibrated with barely contained excitement and you could have sworn he was glowing green.

You held up your hand to hold in a laugh. Beetlejuice radiated a pure joy that was not only endearing but also infectious. While precious to see him so happy, you asked him to compose himself and sit. Incorporeal or not, it’s difficult to carry a conversation while a ghost jumped on the furniture.

He sank back and sat on the couch, though he chose the arm of the couch as his seat. He faced you, still sporting a grin and vibrant green hue, and you couldn't stop smiling at this happy dork. Wanting to keep your discussion going, you cleared your throat and picked things back up with a question.

"You said you've been around for a millennium. So does that mean you lived during the... eleventh century?"

"I was around then, but I've never been alive. I was born dead."

"Born dead? Do... you mean like a stillborn?"

"Not in the way you're thinking. I'm a demon straight from Hell."

"You're a demon-ghost? Ghost-demon?"

"Both, yeah. But enough about me, as great as I am. How'd a pretty little breather like you end up in this shitty apartment?"

You frown and grabbed at your sleeve, not wanting to look him in the eye anymore. "It's kinda complicated and I don't want to go into all of it. I'm just... scraping my life back together and this place is the best I can afford right now." You stayed quiet for a moment before looking back at the ghost. The vibrant joy on his features faded drastically. Guilt stung in your heart for dampening the mood and offered the best masking smile you could muster. You weren't sure it looked all that convincing.

Beetlejuice stayed quiet a moment longer before a smirk pulled at his lips. "Well, now you know who you can call if ya need help dealing with a few problems."

"The ghostbusters?" You asked and cracked a genuine smile.

"Pff. Them? Nah, babe, the ghost with the most! Just gotta say my name three times, spoken unbroken!"

The self proclaimed "ghost with the most" puffed out his chest in a bid to look impressive. It earned a soft chuckle out of you.

"I'll keep that in mind."

A low growl filled the room. Heat seared your cheeks as you wrapped an arm over your stomach. Lunch wasn't as filling as you had hoped. You sighed and stood with a stretch. If you didn't make dinner soon, you'll end up nauseous from hunger later.

Your new familiar spirit stayed put sitting on the arm of the couch. However, when you glanced back at him, his head turned around to face you. It unnerved you, and the longer you looked at him the worse the feeling got.

You shook it off as best you can and headed to the fridge, which hid behind a wall jutting out to separate the living room and kitchen. And right then doubled as a divider that blocked you from view of the couch.

Once you dug out the mixed vegetables from the freezer, you turned and caught sight of a large blur on your counter. You seized up, knees locking, and heard a loud laugh bellow out.

"Aw babes, you should've seen the look on your face."

Beetlejuice wiped away some tears, then snapped his fingers. You blinked a few times, unsure what to think of seeing your face on his body. He twisted his—your? features into an expression of shock before cackling. Your mouth hung open, but you couldn't find any words. So you just shook your head and carried on making dinner.

As you worked on getting your dinner prepared, you pick back up the conversation. You and Beetlejuice took turns asking questions to get to know one another. Beetlejuice opened by sharing about his banishment—no clear details, just stated the fact it happened. He also said he got a kick out of the spread of the bubonic plague through Europe.

You grabbed a bowl and poured in your steaming dinner. The savory flavoring of the noodles mixed with the thawed vegetables and wafted in the air. Once you turned the stove off, you sat back on the couch. In between bites, you divulged a few minor details about yourself, like how you've worked for Mr. Turner close to a year and a half, and your hope to one day work in a haunted house attraction. That topic piqued Beetlejuice's interest.

"So, you get to scare people. As a job?"

"Y-yeah. I've thought being a haunted house actor could be a lot of fun. But there's no acting job close enough willing to pay the rate I'd need to make it worth it. And it's seasonal. So it's gotta stay a dream job."

You ate your noodles and mixed vegetables, allowing the specter to take over the conversation and regale you with various stories. One of his stories got you to laugh so hard you ended up swallowing wrong. It took a minute of coughing and sputtering before you stopped choking on your food. You cleared your throat with a short groan and fought to stop laughing.

After you finished dinner, you checked the time. It wasn't too late, but with everything that happened, drowsiness gnawed at the edge of your mind. You tapped your fork against the rim of the bowl as you walked through the mental checklist of what you needed to do before bed. Beetlejuice asked what you were doing and frowned when you told him.

"You're going to bed already?"

"I have work tomorrow and you gave me a few good scares today. I'm getting tired."

He pouted, but you noticed he cracked a smile, hearing that he scared you. You rolled your eyes and got up to put your dish in the sink. When you returned, you pulled several movie cases and set them on the coffee table.

"Pick whichever one you want, I can put it on for you before I go to bed."

You give him a small smile and leave to get ready. A few minutes later, once in your pajamas with your teeth brushed and the cat wrangled back into the bathroom, Beetlejuice picked out a movie. You got it started and tidied up the couch for him.

"You don't have to clean on my account, babes. I don't mind the mess."

"I don't mind, you're my guest, and I want things to be nice." You said and gave him another smile. "G'night, Beetle. See ya in the morning."

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imaginativeamateur · 3 years

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[Gaara X Reader] You Feel Like Home {Part 6}

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Epilogue

~~/ / “Because you’re important,” he bluntly said, “to the target.” / /~~

With that, Shikamaru left, leaving the rest of you with questions. Temari figured out the meaning behind his words and coolly yanked Kankuro outside to leave you some space with Gaara. You did not dare to face him as you were overwhelmed with emotions, or uncertainties to be exact.

“You heard him,” Gaara regarded as he approached you.

“Ga—,” You abruptly stopped as he hugged you from behind, tight and warm. This hug felt somewhat different, more affectionate, and softer.

“You are very important to me, Y/N!”

You placed your hands on his arms, it all made sense now. The Akatsuki must have seen Gaara and you together and thought that you were together, which explained them kidnapping Konoha’s Shinobi and breaking into your room to collect some information.

“It was because of me that my comrades are hurt,” you choked at the realization, “I hurt them.”

“If you want to blame, blame me.” He embraced you even tighter. “If it wasn’t because of me, you wouldn’t be pulled into such things and your comrades would be fine. You would be fine!”

Your eyes widened.

“No, it’s not your fault, Gaara.” You spun around, hands on his chest, how could you be so selfish? “Gaara, listen. You’re not the wrong one here. We have no idea of this whole thing, no one is responsible for anything.”

“I know, that goes the same for you, okay?” He nodded and suddenly leaned in to whisper to your ear, “You did not disagree with Shikamaru’s words earlier, what does that make us then?”

You blushed and hid your face from his overwhelmingly soft gaze, this was not what you anticipated for a confession. You inaudibly mumbled, “A person of importance to one another.”

“I can’t hear you, Y/N,” he smirked.

“I said you are as important to me as I am to you!” You sped through your words and lifted your face to him, unconsciously lost in his eyes.

“I know.” He leaned his forehead into yours, your noses were touching each other.

“Then promise me to stay safe.”

“I promise.”

They left when the sun was beginning to rise, you made your way to the hospital and went through the list of preparations to make sure the Medics would be ready to treat the wounded in four days. Gaara assigned another Sand Shinobi under his command to work with you through the process. You started off by informing the hospital staff about the incident and that they had some time to prepare, not forgetting to mention that there might be more people wounded than the number anticipated. The meeting ended and their Head Medic split up the responsibilities for different individuals to be in charge of.

You went back to your room at the Sand siblings' house and tried to sleep. Last night was not so great. You flipped and turned on the spare bed, ridding the pessimistic thoughts that overwhelmed your mind. Your room was in the corner, next to Temari and across from Gaara. Temari and Kankuro were fast asleep when you and Gaara returned from dinner at a random place that he pulled you in. You then waved him goodbye before heading to your room, but he was faster. Gaara successfully pinned you against the door and cushioned the impact with one hand between your back and the hard material.

"What are you doing?" You tensed at his sudden action.

"Showing you how much you mean to me." He leaned forward and rested his head against yours as he slowly placed his lips on yours, "I really love you, Y/N."

Your gaze softened as you leaned into the kiss, your first kiss, mumbling, "I love you too, Gaara."

You loved him, too much.

That night, you went over their plan in your head for Kami knew how many times, fearing the worst. You were well aware of how strong the Akatsuki members were, you did not want them to get hurt, but you knew that only they could rescue the others. You did not sleep for the whole night, walked out of your room in the early morning after had washed your face and brushed your teeth. With your droopy eyes, you successfully earned an amused wave of laughter from Kankuro, who at that time, was sitting on the couch waiting for his siblings.

Gaara was eyeing you as he approached your figure lying on the couch, "Did you sleep well? You look tired, Y/N."

"No, not really," you whispered and slowly got up to follow them out of the house.

"You don't have to come with us," the red-haired turned as you walked through the door.

"I'll go with you guys, I can't sleep. Besides I have things to do after you guys leave."

He nodded and the others hummed in response before walking off.

You smiled at the events replaying through your mind, still feeling Gaara's lips on yours from yesterday, the butterflies in your stomach, and the way his hands perfectly rested on your body. It was too good to be true, too good to be real. Silently, you prayed, they would return, they had to.

Each day passed was pulling you closer to your hope, and inescapably, fear. It was poignantly agonizing to be waiting for the uncertain future to dawn. The first day went by as you buried yourself in getting everything sorted at the hospital and writing a report to the Hokage. The second day was spent with you doing paperwork and training with other Shinobi to calm your growing anxiety. On the third day, you could not sleep, instead, you paced back and forth in your room, standing up then sitting down, tomorrow would be the day. You had heard nothing from Gaara since and that worried you, at the same time, assured you that they did not encounter anything that would require them to request extra support.

You woke up even earlier on the fourth day, barely had any sleep at all, and stationed yourself at Suna’s gates. You did not bother to move when the sun rolled from the horizon, solely looking in the direction that they headed off three days ago. With your hair down and free in the air, skin bathing in the early morning light, you quietly stood, awaiting their arrival, his arrival.

The morning already went by as you sat in a small noodles stall to have your first meal. You figured you could probably leave Suna just to go a little bit further into the direction of the Akatsuki, that way you would be able to greet them as soon as they came near the village. It would not do any harm for sure. The alacrity was burning in your veins as you stood up and paid, persuading the Sand Shinobi beside to come with you, which was not an easy task, but you managed to accomplish it with endless pleadings that got him on his nerves, he eventually gave up. Crossing the gates of Suna, you made sure no one was following your steps and started sprinting with your companion right behind. This was your first mistake of the day.

The sun was directly shining above when you both entered the wood. The area was completely empty with no signs of chakra or movements. You continued to walk for about half an hour and abruptly stopped when you sensed a familiar appearance from afar, too familiar, making the Ninja behind stumbled, nearly tripping off his feet. You turned around just in time to catch one of his arms but were coincidentally pulled down by the gravitational force as you lost your balance in the process. He landed on the ground hard, and you fell on top of him, your face hitting his protected chest. Now, this was your second mistake of the day.

“Sorry,” the Sand Shinobi used his hands to raise himself up to sitting, closing the gap between your face and his.

“It’s okay,” you instantly got off his body and helped him off the ground. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine, thanks,” he smiled and his eyes glistened as he looked behind your back, “Kazekage-sama.”

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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Heart of the Ocean

A/N: this is an idea I’ve had for months and finally started working on a while back^^

Pairing: sailor!Dabi x reader

Description: You had met many sailors in your life growing up by the sea, but there was only one like him.

Warning: Dabi is Touya, drunk sailors being assholes, plot with some sort of porn (public sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (receiving))

Word count: 10732 (omg a long boi)

Playlist:

The Sailor’s Wife//Birdeatsbaby

Playing Love//The Legend of 1900 soundtrack

Friday I’m In Love//Phoebe Bridgers cover

For your entire life, you had never been able to stay far away from the ocean. The saltiness in the air in your nostrils was the first smell you know, the horns blown from the ships every morning being the sound you woke up to each day. It was not like you ever thought of leaving the town, but there were times when you stood on the sand, feeling the tides brushing past your toes, and you wondered who you would be if you were no longer near the sea.

Night had drawn upon the little harbor town you called home but the day had barely started at the tiny tavern you spent your every waking moment in. Roars of men arm wrestling at the corner. Obscenities and vulgar slurs from drunken seamen. Loud thumps of jugs banged down onto wooden tables. The pub owner yelling at you to get faster on your feet. Your own voice that was worn out from the busy night calling back and sliding past the thin gaps between chairs.

There was nothing grand about working at the tavern by the port. Your apron always started the day clean and ended with splatters of stain on it, your arms were sore from carrying the dirty dishes, your hand wrinkly from being soaked in soap water for too long. It wasn’t a fancy job by any means, but it was a job no less.

You let out a heavy sigh as you slammed down the large basket of water, grimacing at the greasy dishes in it. You were shooed out to the alleyway behind the tavern to rinse out the dishes, the noises from inside reminding you that you either work quick or get a round of scolding from the chef. He was a nice man, but he did not tolerate anyone slacking on a busy night.

The tavern crew called it the alleyway, but it was more like a small part of the deck. If you took one wrong step, you would end up in the icy water. The only illumination you had was the dim light leaking from the window and the lamp post lining along the coast with flickering flames. It was only the sound of waves washing up against the shore, the sound of people singing from inside drowned out by the ocean water. It was only you and the moon, looking upon you as you grabbed a wooden crate lined up at the side and pulled it by the basket.

Sometimes, you wondered if this was all there was to your life, destined to grow old by the sea and never ridding the smell of salt water in your hair.

“Miss me, doll?”

You yelped, lips pursing into a frown when you heard the laughs from the man who startled you.

You had no idea what, and why Todoroki Touya liked to mess with you so much, but at that moment when you saw his stupid grin after sneaking up on you in that dark alleyway, you were sure that the reason didn’t matter.

Touya first showed up at the humble port on a summer afternoon, when the smell of sea water and the moist in the air made fabric stick to your skin. You hated summer by the sea. You had dreaded being dragged to the port but your friends insisted that you went with them. The glaring sun didn’t seem to bother them as much as it did to you when they nudged you to look at the pier, where sailors from a merchant fleet were unloading the cargo.

It did not take you a second glance to spot the fiery shade of red, standing out from the meek colours of the cotton of his shirt. He was not from here, no one around this area had hair like that. Auburn was the shade of fire, of autumn leaves shining under the sun, and the water was not forgiving towards things that burn.

Ships come and go, you had seen your fair share of pretty faces turning ugly the moment booze land on their tongues to be blinded by the thin lips and sharp jaw.

You did not expect him to look up and stare right at you, blue eyes piercing into yours as you stood there uninterested. For a while he watched, waiting for you to look away first and join in on your whispering friends. But you didn’t, you crossed your arms and tilted your head, unimpressed.

And he smiled, a glint in his eyes like a ripple in the night shore, before turning away like nothing had happened.

That night, the group of men, like any other who stopped at the harbor, barged into the pub right as the sun sank. The lean boy was held by a man much larger than he was with an arm swung around his neck, an amused smile tugging on his lips as the elder man yelled about how it would be a disrespect if he didn’t get drunk at the night of his first voyage. You had tried to pretend that his presence didn’t stand out to you that whole night but the moment your eyes stopped at his table and you saw him looking right at you. When that same sly grin slowly creeping onto his face the moment your eyes met, you knew that you were not getting rid of him anytime sooner.

He would drop by the bar every night whenever his crew anchored at the port. Sometimes with the other men of the ship, sometimes alone under the dimmed lights and waiting to hop out of his hiding corner as you show up. He was charming, a bit too try-hard at that to the point where you no longer feel even a hint of fluster under his flirtatious remarks or narrowing gaze.

There were plenty of people like him around the port. People who tried their hands at sweeping young girls off their feet and left early in the morning as their ship sails, never to come back the moment they get what they want. There were plenty of people like him, and you were smart enough to brush past your heart stammering at his colourful words knowing that there was nothing more to it than just that.

“I’m busy.” you clicked your tongue, scrubbing at the back of the plate with the sponge even harder as he kneeled down next to you.

“We haven’t seen each other for weeks and this is how you greet me?” he said, his smirk badly concealed under his forged pout, “You wound me, doll.”

You sighed, “If I don’t get back in there soon I’ll get yelled at, so I really don’t have the time to play your little games right now.”

“Games?” he said, his eyes squinting together and his expression unreadable, “I wasn’t-”

“If you’re not gonna help then please just leave.”

He huffed, but still picked up the drenched towel in the basin despite his own unwillingness. You snorted as he started scrubbing at the plates, mumbling about how he could never get a break even after leaving the ship.

“The things I do for you...”

You were expecting him to be relentless with his attempts to rekindle the conversation as he always did but somehow, he was fairly helpful in getting work done for you. It was just the two of you, crouching by the basin as the waves washed by down below the deck. The noises from within the tavern drowned out by the water.

You had met your fair share of sailors with pretty faces to not be bothered by his smooth words, or at least so you thought. There were numerous times when your eyes would wander to his hair, his nimble fingers dipping into the water and making some of the soap spill onto the wooden platform. It was an incautious slip of mind that took you to places where you convinced yourself was not worth the risk travelling to, one where fire burns bright and you wonder if his hand would feel just as hot as the flames in his eyes.

But it was best for thoughts to remain as such, sea water would only scorch you even more after you were burnt.

“How do you fancy sitting down with me after your shift ends?” Touya asked as he trailed behind you, his hands inside the pocket of his pants while leaning down to be at your level.

You scoffed, trying to keep your pace as the heavy basket of now cleaned dishes weighed you down. “As if you would wait until I can finally leave after the tavern closes up.”

He laughed, ignoring your protests as he took the basket off your hand with a yank. “Aw, you know I won’t mind waiting if it’s you.”

“Why don’t you just go find someone else?” you said, failing to take the plates back as he skillfully dodged your extended arms with a swift turn, “Plenty of people in this port would die to have you even look at them, you know that right?”

“Well, I couldn’t care less about other people. I’m still holding out for the day you look at me the way I look at you.”

You snorted. “How do you look at me then?”

“With nothing but fondness and adoration, of course.”

You could hear the bell from the light tower offshore as you walked. He looked away with a breathy laugh, seeing that you were not buying any of it. If you had done so little as lift your head up, you would see the way his eyes dimmed. But you didn’t, as always. You never looked at him when he wanted you to.

“Oi!”

A slurred yell from the other side of the road caught your attention. You groaned internally when you saw the few men sitting on the steps of the tavern door. Their hats were crooked on their heads, the top buttons of their shirts hastily undone and their faces deeply flushed. You did not need to even look to know that these men were nothing but a drunken mess. They were all wearing the same pin on the chest of their jacket, one with a crown at the top and a ribbon dangling from the edge.

The pin was a sign that these men were under the crown. You grimaced, holding back the urge to roll your eyes. Even when they were a slobbering mess, they would still wear that pin like it was a badge of pride, like that shining piece of metal made them any special than those who couldn’t afford to have a gold lining on their hats.

“Ignore them.” You whispered, your pace quickening as you beckoned Touya to catch up.

“Oi!” the man shouted again. You froze in place when you saw him standing up with a glass jug in hand from the corner of your eye. “What’s the rush, pretty thing?”

Your skin crawled when you heard his companions laughed wolfishly.

“Aren’t you a lovely one?” he swung the jar around as he slowly paced closer, forcing you to take a few steps back to distance from the drunken man, “Why don’t you come with us? It’s a long night and I’m sure we can have a lot of fun together...”

Touya was quick to react when the man was about to reach his hand out, pulling you by the arm so that he could shield you.

“Ah, what’s this?” the man snickered before letting out a choked hiccup, “Some cheap seaman protecting his whore?”

He didn’t budge even as you clutched his sleeve, trying to pull him away. “Leave them alone.” He spoke in a tone that you had never heard from him before. His voice was low, each word dripping in sternness.

“Touya, let’s just go...”

“Why don’t you let them speak for themselves, hm?” the man mocked. You watched in fear as Touya clenched his jaw when the man tried to look past his shoulder to stare at you with a creepily wide grin, “I’m sure me and my men can pay you way better than whatever this lowlife is offering you-”

You gasped when Touya lunged forward and punched the man square in the jaw. The man was too drunk to react, stumbling a few steps back before looking up with blood-shot eyes. You were too stunned to object when Touya pushed you out of the way as the other men stood up. You winced when they rolled their sleeves up. They were drunk and barely walking in straight lines but even in that state, they could still easily put Touya in a tough spot just by outnumbering him.

Your heart was leaping in your chest as you watched him threw himself into the fight, one that he could have avoided easily if he didn’t try to defend you. You barely had the heart to look as the sound of punches and grunts of pain echoed in the night street. You clutched your hands, cursing yourself for not being any more helpful.

Please be ok, you bite your lips and prayed, please be ok...

You breathe stopped when you heard the sound of glass shattering. Your eyes widened when you saw Touya barely able to stand up, the men scurrying away and leaving the sharp pieces of glass on the floor. Rushing forward, you tried to support his frame when he collapsed onto you.

All you could see was red as the smell of rust invaded your senses.

He forced out a chuckle from the back of his throat as his hand gripped your shoulder for leverage. “Don’t look so worried doll... I’m alright...”

“No you’re not! You... you...” you stuttered as you watched more blood seep out of the busted wound at the side of his head. His skin was tainted with it, blurring away the red of his hair as the strands were soaked with a darker, more gruesome shade.

“It’s just blood-”

“You’re coming in with me.” You said, trying to walk towards the door with his weight on you.

“You’ll get into trouble for it-”

“Did I ask?” You hissed, immediately softening your voice after realising that you were near yelling at him.

“Alright, alright...” he mumbled.

He stared at you the whole time as you tried to carry him into the tavern. Your brows were locked together and lips pursed into a thin line. He could see the way you struggled to walk with him latching onto you like that but you never stopped your steps. The pain was pulsing through his body and he could feel his head pounding. But at that moment, he could swear that the warmth that was erupting in his chest was close to resembling joy.

“Wow,” he said in a whisper and you glanced at him. He smiled when he saw the unmasked worry in your eyes. “you’re even prettier up close...”

You sighed and he laughed, as struggling as he was. “Shut up,” you said, ignoring that way you could feel his heartbeat at the side of your ribcage, “you are making this worse for yourself.”

Your skin heated up when he leaned down at your shoulder, his lips almost touching the skin of your neck.

“Now that’s my feisty doll...”

Even as seasons changed, the little town by the sea you lived in never showed it all that much. Birds started travelling down from the northern seas and sometimes you would shiver a little when you went for a stroll by the port without a shawl on but other than that, autumn was just like any other time when you were near the sea. You heard that in some places, all the trees would turn into shades of red and yellow by the time wind started blowing, but that was something you could only imagine.

You decided to leave our house a bit earlier than you needed to on this windy day so you could make it to the tavern way before you were needed. It was a pain to have your hands soaked in water and scrubbing with all your might when the weather gets cold, you much prefer taking your time instead of rushing.

Turning into the corner of the alleyway, you jumped when you felt a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your torso from behind your back.

You melted when you heard the familiar voice of your lover.

“Miss me, my love?”

“Touya!” you beamed. Spinning on your heels to leap into his opened arms, yours immediately flung around his neck as he held you tight, lifting you up to do a little swirl before putting you back onto your feet again. You held his grinning face in your hands as you pulled him in for a much waited kiss.

It had been too long since you last saw him, and every time you thought of the red leaves from the faraway lands it only fueled how much you wished he could be there with you every day instead of having to wait weeks between each time you could be in his arms like this.

Touya chuckled as you pecked his face all over. First his forehead after you brushed away his hair that fitted perfectly for the season, then his nose, and along his jaw as you stood on your toes.

“So you missed me that much huh?” He laughed when you playfully hit his chest before pulling you in to taste your lips again. You sighed as you leaned against him, feeling his warmth as he wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with your face snugged closely against his neck.

“It has been too long...”

“I know, love...” he muttered against your hair, placing a small kiss at the top of your head, “I know...”

He wished he could just stay at the port with you, he truly did. But he needed the money he could get from the voyages the ships made. It would take him much longer to make the same amount of money if he stayed on land, given that most of what he knew had to do with sailing the high seas. For a little longer, he thought to himself as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair, just a little more until he could finally ask the question that has been suffocating him every night he was away from you...

“How long will you be staying this time?” Touya could feel the knot in his stomach tightening when he saw your smile after pulling away. God, how he wished he could see that every day. The guilt of what he had to tell you was forming a lump at the back of his throat, but he knew it would only hurt you more if he hide it from you.

“Actually,” he took a deep breath, “the ship is sailing out tonight.”

“What?” your eyes widened as you gasped, your grip at his forearm tightening, “So soon?”

He did not say a word. The truth was, he wasn’t even supposed to be here. He had sneaked out when the rest of the crew was loading the ships despite knowing how much trouble it would cause him if the captain finds out. He just had to see you before leaving this time, it would crush him if he couldn’t even say a proper good bye.

You caressed his chin with your thumb, staring into his eyes even as he looked everywhere but you. “When will I see you again?”

“In three months.”

He could not bring himself to look at you as he heard you gasped. “That’s so long...”

“I’m sorry love,” he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing every knuckle as an attempt to soothe you even just a little, “but what they are offering is far too good for me to turn it down. After I come back, I’ll have made enough to stay in town for longer than I had ever had.”

He bought your hand to his cheek, leaning into your touch as you cradled his face. You knew that there was nothing you could do to stop him from leaving. That was his job, it was destined that the sea would be the biggest obstacle between you and him but that didn’t mean you would just let him leave for months without giving him something to remember you by.

His hands were immediately on your waist when you latched onto him again, kissing him again and again near frantically without a care in the world that you were at the back of a tavern where someone could walk by at any given moment.

Decency be damned, for now all you could think about was how perfect his lips molded against yours.

Touya’s breath hitched when he felt your hand trailing down his chest, “I won’t be able to contain myself if you keep doing that.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered against him, feeling his boiling his burning skin under your palm as you tucked at the linen of his shirt, “I want you now. Don’t make me wait another three months, please...”

He growled before pushing you up against the brick wall. How could he say no when you begged so sweetly like this? His hands were clawing and grabbing at anything he could reach as his tongue salvaged your mouth, drinking in all of your scent as if he was trying to get it ironed into the back of his head.

You never pulled away, even as you were panting and gasping for air from his heated kiss. You needed to make every second count, and you wouldn’t mind suffocating yourself with all of him if it meant that you would have something to hold onto for the time he was away.

Your toes were barely touching the ground as he hoisted you up, your fingers tangled in his auburn hair for leverage as his hands fumbled to pull at the vest you were wearing underneath your overcoat.

“No. Leave it, leave it-” you panted as you hastily pulled at his belt, “we don’t have time...”

He chuckled, the rumbling of his chest hitting you in full force from the close proximity you were in. You were in an alleyway and luck was all you could count on for no one to pass by at this hour to see the scandalous act you were engaging in, but right now you just wanted to feel him, to feel his warmth on your skin and his touches on your body.

Lifting you up, he pushed down the collar of your shirt and sucked at the exposed skin of your neck as he sat you on one of the barrels by the wall. His grip on your knee was near painful as he pushed your legs apart, pressing himself snugly against your sex as he left mark after mark on your soft skin. He could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of your reddened skin, knowing full well that the bruises would be enough to tell the entire world that you already belonged to someone for long enough even though it would fade by the time he stepped on the land again.

Bunching your apron and dress up around your waist, you arched back as his hands rubbed against your sopping folds, your head hitting the brick wall whilst biting your lips to stop the moans from slipping out. Your shaking hands flew to his pants and messily pushed it down, freeing his hardened cock from its confines.

No amount of self-control could stop the mewl he ripped from the back of your throat as he hilted inside of you with one swift movement of his hips. Your legs clutched around his hips, pulling him as close as you could. It would be long until you could feel the delicious stretch only he could give you again, and you wanted your body to remember everything.

You tried to have everything printed into your mind as he snapped his hips up against you in a relentless pace. His grunts as he bottomed out inside of you. The vein at the side of his shaft that made your mind hazy every time it rubbed against your walls. The way his fingers dug into your thighs. His voice getting breathier and breathier as his climax approached, incoherent mumbles of how much he loved you again and again right by your ear. You were sure you would still sense the lingering heat of his breath at the tip of your ears even after he left you, even after he sailed away.

The smell of sweat and sex filled your senses and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the empty alleyway. The barrel you were sitting on creaking with each thrust and your body shaking with it as his tip hit the spongey spot deep inside of you. Jolts of pleasure made every hair at the back of your neck stood up as your toes numbed at the sensation. With one final push, he brought you to ecstasy as strings of hot cum filled your insides and he moaned at the way you clenched down on him.

For a while you just stayed there, with him still inside you and your face buried into his chest. He was so warm, you closed your eyes as you drown in the bliss of having your lover’s body against yours for as long as you could have it for. He could feel his chest tightening up when you whined the moment he pulled away. He did not want to let go of and neither did you, but you had no choice.

You whimpered when his nimble fingers pushed back the leaking cum inside of your pussy. If he could, he would mark you up in every single way possible, inside and out. That way even when he was away, you would still have something of his in your every waking moment.

“I’ll miss you...” you muttered, pressing a soft kiss against his lips one more time.

“Me too, love...” He said, trying to force s smile onto his face as he soothed the wrinkles on your apron, “But I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.”

You did not seem to believe him but nodded nonetheless. He did not have the heart to look back as he walked away, knowing that he would be swayed the moment he saw the look in your eyes. Saying good bye was always difficult and the only thing that could make it hurt less was for him to keep reminding himself just exactly why he was boarding the ship.

One last voyage before he settles down, he thought to himself, then he would not have to spend a day away from you ever again. He smiled when he thought of how wonderful it would be to wake up next to you every morning, the way you would lean towards his side even in your sleep because you were always saying how he radiates warmth. Maybe he would take up some job in the seamen’s guilt, or a clerk in the store. Hell, even work in the tavern with you if that was what he could find. He couldn’t care less as long as he could go home to you every night when the sun sets down the horizons of the sea, how beautiful it would be as the golden light shines on the water, each ripple looking like gold on top of the ocean.

Gold, like the band of the ring he saw in the shops the other day. When he got back, he would have enough money to buy you that ring.

Todoroki Touya smiled at the thought of it, and how wonderful everything would be when he came back to you.

He never came back.

You were always thinking of him whenever he was away, always. No matter how long his voyages were, one day or one month, there wasn’t a moment when you shivered at the thought of what might have happened to him on sea. The ocean was a vast place, one that was mysterious and unforgiving. The only thing that kept you going on with your life like there wasn’t a looming concern at the back of your head each day was the knowing that with each agonising day passed, the time when you would be together again gets closer and closer.

The first three months were painful, but nothing you couldn’t manage. He had been away before, it was just that this time it was longer and as the temperature dropped, your mind always wandered to a time when he would hold your hand and keep you warm.

You waited for the ship to come into the port the day he was supposed to be back. Your head immediately snapping up at each blow of the horn that signaled a new ship was coming in only to lower your gaze in disappointment when none of them was the one that had your lover on deck. You waited until the town was turning dark, but there was no sign of the sailor with red hair anywhere on the otherwise blue sea. You told yourself that it would be alright as you went home with a heavy heart, that ships had to change their schedule all the time. Nothing would happen to him, it would be fine.

You struggled to fall asleep when you were tossing and turning in your bed that night, the unnerving feeling of something going wrong stuffing your chest until it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You went back to the pier the next day, and the day after that, and the many many days to follow, but the ship never came. You could not shake away the gut feeling that something must have happened no matter how hard you tried. Each morning as you went out the door, you thought to yourself that this is the day. He would be back today and everything would go back to normal, it must be it. But alas, time flew by fast since the day that marked the end of the supposed three month sail yet you never once spot even a fragment of Touya anywhere.

You were starting to grow paranoid as the weather got colder and colder. Whenever you spot a flash of red out from the corner of your eye, your mind would instantly raced in false hope only to be let down even more when you realised that it was only your longing messing up your mind. Everything reminded you of him The dark alleyway where you last felt his lips on yours, the sound of men yelling as they unload the trunks onto the pier, the ripples in the night shore that brought you back to the first time you ever looked into his eyes.

There were rumours that the merchant’s fleet was attacked by pirates on the high seas, that all of the men were slaughtered for the stock that was at the bottom of the ship. Some said that it was a storm that sank the ship to the depths of the cold water. Stories floated around the small town by the port, but the only thing in common about them was that none of the crew survived the voyage. Some days you would walk into the town square or pass by a group of chattering people only to see the look on their faces as they spotted you. It was a look of pity as they bite their tongue in your presence, an act out of kindness but only served to nail the possible truth you tried so hard to avoid deeper into your head.

At heart, you knew the bit of hope you were clutching onto was near delusional, a blind lie to yourself to keep you going. But you did not want to just let it be, you always felt a pang of guilt straight into your chest whenever your mind did so little as start to believe that he was dead. You did not want to believe that he was gone. Because if you started to move on, who would remember him when there was no more talk of the ship that never came back?

You went and sat by the port every day without fail even as everyone around you tried to stop you, until the day you fell terribly ill. It was the wind from off shore, the doctor said to your family as you laid on the bed. You were burning up, your head pounding like drums and a dull ache shooting through your system with even the slightest movement. You could barely open your eyes without seeing white, and there was a moment when you thought that it was it. Your parents clutched your hand when they saw you weep, cooing about how it would be alright and that you would be cured in no time. But was not death you feared. Oh no, you didn’t mind the idea of your consciousness drifting away. But what if he made it back? What if one day, after spending so long floating on the sea or struggling to even survive, your love made it back to the small town only for you to be nowhere to be seen? It was the thought of him pushing open the tavern door or walking into the alleyway at the back frantically searching for you that made the droplet of water rolled down your chin.

When you closed your eyes, it was his face you see in the faint hue of white.

Much to everyone’s relieve, you recovered. They banned you from going to the pier again despite your relentless begging. No amount of tears could let them budge. They nearly lost you once and they would do anything to stop it from happening again. For a while, they did not even let you go into the tavern, fearing that you would do something impulsive and irreversible with it being right next to the shore. If you were constantly clouded by sorrow before, now you were a body without soul as you were trapped inside the house with nowhere to go. Your eyes were hollow, and often it would take several calls of your name for you to even react to anyone around you. Some days you would just sit by the window and stared outside for hours, listening to the faint sound of the ocean and the ships as your dying heart swayed to the waves crashing onto the shore.

Eventually, you returned to the tavern. Life had to go on somehow, and money didn’t grow on trees. It did not take much observation to know that you had changed. You did not have the same life to you as before, only nodding silently at whatever command that was thrown your way. Days flew past without you even trying to count it, and soon it was years after you last saw him. Many had tried to sweep you off your feet, people who did not know that your heart had already left with the young sailor with red hair who never returned from his voyage. You always turned each and every single one of them down with a smile, claiming that you already had someone in your life.

You had met plenty of sailors with pretty faces in your time by the sea, but there was only one like him, even though he too left and never came back.

Then the king’s men came.

The entire town flipped upside down when the Royal Messenger’s horses and carriages stopped in front of your humble house. The group of knights and servants filling up the streets as the horns blown. Your small town had never seen something as grand and extravagant as the march of men crowded into the narrow streets, silk flags and the finest horses looking out of place in the brick road with mosses between the gap of each tile. Your parents gingerly opened the door when the heard the messenger calling out your name with a scroll in hand. Why, of all the people in this place, would they be looking for you?

You felt nothing when you were told that the crown prince of the kingdom wanted to marry you. Told, not asked, royalty did not need to ask for permission to marry a commoner who worked at the seaside tavern. The messenger claimed that the prince spotted you by the pier when he was travelling through the kingdom in his disguise and fell head first in love. You did not look shocked, and the man with the scroll and gold badge on his chest eyed you with a sense of bewilderedness on his face, as if he was expecting you to laugh, or even cry at the news that such honor as the prince taking a liking towards someone like you would happen to you.

Your parents eyed you in fear as you stayed silent, nervous that you would say anything to offend the crown. You lowered your head, letting out a shaky breath as you shut your eyes tight. Your body resisted the thought of marrying someone that wasn’t Touya with every fiber of its being and your mind was screaming at you to say no. But you couldn’t do that, your answer was not needed as a reply to a request that was never raised to you as a question. It was a demand, a notice that you must comply with the decision that was made for you.

So you nodded as you curtsied, and you could hear the sigh of relieve from everyone around you. The man rolled up the parchment in delight before leaving, and the streets were as emptied as nothing had happened in no time. You grimaced, but hid it well under a smile. They did not need to know that your heart was ripping into a million pieces, and it was not like they cared.

You cried over your lost love for the last time that night, knowing full well that the luxury of grieving would be taken away from you the moment you were sent away to the court.

Everything was a whirlwind from there onwards. The prince sent an entire band of men to pick you up from the town and guard you on your way to the capital. As the horses trotted away and you could no longer hear the sound of waves or seagulls flying atop of your head, you realised that this would be the first time you were so far away from the sea. The court sat in the middle of the entire kingdom, surrounded by land in all four directions. You stayed in a large chamber, one with the biggest bed you had ever seen and four posts on the corners. You slept on linen and sheets made out of silk, the mattress softer than anything you had ever felt in your entire life. Yet there were numerous nights when you just lay there on the bed with our eyes wide opened. You did not know that you were so accustomed to the sound of the sea and the distant bell of the towers that sleeping in absolute silence felt absurd.

Every day you would be wakened up by a handmaiden, who will proceed to inform you of all the things you need to tend to while dressing you up. It was always things you needed to try on, fittings you needed to go to, people you needed to meet. Everything was already planned and going smoothly according to the royal family’s wishes, and you were just a doll in this game of dress up. Your opinions on the wedding were never asked for, all you needed to do was be there in your dress and walked down the aisle for the entire kingdom to see.

You met the prince several times, he would often stop by to inspect on the preparation of the wedding when he was free of his princely duties. He was nice, charming and courteous but that was about it. You did not feel anything as he looked into your eyes, or when he kissed the back of your hand. They felt like nothing but mere gestures, with no warmth to it and no meaning behind. He would often try to tell you about his day, and proceed to ask if the servants of the court were treating you well, as if he did not appoint every one of them himself. He did not seem to be interested in asking about you and you could swore he seems more confused than anything else when you brought up the way people do things back in your small town by the sea.

Sometimes, when you were shoved around in dresses and trying to laugh at unfunny jokes made by people you could not fit into, you wondered what your wedding would be like if you were marrying him instead.

You woke up at daybreak on the day of your wedding.

The noises of people rushing down the halls and the chaos in the court apparent even when the sun had barely risen. It was a big day for the kingdom. For after today, the country would have a new princess.

You were hurried off to get dressed the moment you opened your eyes. They leathered you in soup and warm water, putting fragranced oils on your wrist and your neck, where the prince would near when you danced that night. It took an entire group of maids to put you in your dress. It was a beautiful gown, made out of pearly silk and every inch of the fabric covered in gold embroidery. When you moved, it was like there were jewels all over you, a careful illusion by the finest craftsmen of the court. You sat there like a lifeless figurine as they put on jewel after jewel onto your neck, before finally placing the gold headpiece on top of your head. You looked like a princess, even you had to admit that the court’s seamstresses and jewel makers did a wonderful job at making you more glamorous than you probably were.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror that was you but didn’t quite feel like you, and felt shivers on your skin when the reality that this was what your life would be like from now on settled into depths of your soul.

“Can I have a moment to myself?” You asked, wishing to treasure the last bit of time you had still being yourself and not princess of the kingdom.

You sighed in relieve when the maid bowed before exiting the chamber, your face falling the moment the heavy wooden doors slammed shut.

How was it that it was already this time of the day? You thought as you stared at the golden light shined onto the walls through the window. In midst of the chaos of it all, you had lost your concept of time. Your heart fell when you realised that this meant it was getting closer and closer to the moment you were to walk into the cathedral and lie in front of the gathering crowd that you loved someone when you were certain that it was not something your half-dead heart was capable of doing anymore. A lie that would carry on until your final breath the moment you uttered those three words at the end of the aisle and sealed it with a band on your finger.

Your thoughts was interrupted by a frightful cry from the hallway. You snapped back, froze in fear at the unknown screams from down the halls as you stared at the door, wondering what you were supposed to do.

“The pirates are breaking into the castle!” Your blood curled at the shouts and the panic of the people outside, “Guards! Guards-”

Looking out of the window, you could see flames rising from the castle walls. They had set fire to the gates. People ran to take cover in the court as the invaders broke down the door and you did not have the guts to keep looking. You wanted to crawl into the ground when you heard the sound of weapons unleashing. The heavy steps of men rushing down the court echoed through the wooden doors and followed by yells, grunts, until you heard the thump of bodies fallling onto the floor.

“Princess!” It was the same maid that had just dressed you screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice almost breaking as she squealed, “Do not come out!”

You were just as horrified of metals clashing and men shouting as you were of silence. You had no way of knowing what was going on, no method of keeping yourself safe except staying inside and wait for everything to unfold, You felt defenseless, and in a sense, you were.

“Hello princess.”

You grabbed the closest thing you could get from the vanity as a chilling voice rang from behind your back. You spun to face the owner of the voice, gripping onto the candle holder you could get your hands and pointing it at whoever it was that broke in.

It was a man. A lean man, with a mask covering his face and a sharp blade in hand. Unlike you, he seemed to be oddly relaxed in the situation, as if everything was under his control.

“Do not come near.” You tried to hold back the shaking of your voice but the man only let out a roaring laugh at your pitiful attempt at sounding threatening.

“Oh, aren’t you a feisty one...” He mocked as he took one step forward. You stepped back, dreading as you felt the cold hard wall behind your back.

“Who are you?” You questioned, not putting your arm down even though you knew the piece of metal in your hand was no match for his sword.

“Does it matter?” He sneered. “Why would the precious princess want to know the pirate’s name?”

He snickered as he brought the blade to your face, lifting your chin up by the tip of his sword. You froze in place, one wrong move and he could easily slit your throat.

“Such a pretty face...” he taunted as he turned your face to the side, “The face of someone who spent their days breaking hearts...”

You felt your skin heating up. Not from fear but from anger. How dare this man who did not even bother to tell you his name came in and mock you?

“You know nothing about me.” You did not budge from the cold metal beneath your chin, staring straight at the man behind the mask as you spoke.

“Oh, but maybe I do,” he said. You wondered what look he was wearing as he speak, each word dripping with poison. There was an eerie feeling at the pit of your stomach that you had heard this voice before. “tell me, what poor man did you leave anyone behind when you went off to marry the prince-”

“Don’t you dare speak of him,” Your own coldness was a surprise even to you, and the man seemed to be taken back by your sudden outburst, “You think I want to be here? You think I want to leave everything I know? I loved one man and that man is gone. I spent days, months even, crying over him but he never came back.” you swallow the bitterness at your tongue, “So don’t you dare come accuse me of breaking hearts when the only heart that was shattered was mine. if you want to kill me, make it quick.”

The man stayed silent, you could feel him looking at you even though you couldn’t see his eyes.

“You’re coming with me.”

“No-”

You tried to fight back as he went to grip your wrists. You were no match to his strength and your arms hurt from the way he was twisting it behind you but you did not give in. He would not hurt you for whatever reason it was, that was one thing you came to understand because he had have many chances to just slit your throat but he didn’t. He let out a painful yelp when you bite his hand, successfully forcing him to let go. With your racing mind, your hands went right towards the edge of his mask in midst of your panic.

You gasped when you tear the mask away.

There were scars littering all across the lower half of his face, staples holding up the rough muscle from the corner of his mouth all the way to his eats. His hair was black like burned coal, like what was left after a fearful fire raged through the woods.

Nothing about him was the same as you remembered from years ago. But those eyes... Oh, those blue eyes that reminded you of the sea, of your home. You could recognise those eyes wherever you go.

“Miss me, princess?” He sneered, a million type of emotions lining his words until you could not make out what it was.

Your voice came out as nothing more than a whisper.

“...Touya?”

“No,” he grimaced, not wanting to read the look you have on your face as he watched your eyes widened, “Dabi.”

You had heard that name before. You had heard about the pirate that roamed the high seas together with his merciless crew. People of the port spoke of his name with fear and horror, about how none of his targets ever lived to survive the slaughter.

He was waiting for some hint of rejection, a look of disgust at what he had come to be like from you. He was not the same man who left you on the port years ago now, he had seen the world and how cruel it could be. There was blood on his hands and he did not wish to taint you with his filth even as he wanted nothing more than to reach out and feel your skin under his palms again. He was speechless when you crashed into him with full force, not being able to react when you wrapped him tight in your arms with your face buried into his chest.

Dabi regained his senses as your body shook with the first sob that leaked from your throat. Even after years apart, his reflex was still quick to react at any hint of your distress. You melted into his touch as you felt the pair of strong arms you had missed so much around your frame, not being able to contain your tears as you wallowed in the joy of being together with the man you loved and the pain when you imagined what he had gone through.

You were still heaving when you pulled away, and his heart broke into a million pieces when he saw your swollen eyes. You clutched his hand closed to your face when he brought it up to wipe away the tear in your eyes. “I thought... I thought you died... I-” you hiccupped, struggling to stop yourself from welling up again.

He pulled you close to him, his hand soothing your hair as he sucked in a deep breath to contain the wave of emotions that was threatening to break loose in his own head. “It’s alright,” he cooed, fingers threading into your hair as he pressed you against him, “I’m here now.”

You had thought that you would only hear those words in your dreams. Your hands gripped his arm tightly as if you were afraid that he would again like he was nothing but a fragment of your imagination if you let go. But he never did, and the pirate held you tight as you weep, reassuring you time after time in the softest voice that he was right there with you now.

A loud bang on the door interrupted you. You looked up in fear when you heard the sound of guards trying to bust the locked door open.

“Leave with me,” he whispered, looking into your teary eyes as he tilted your head up to look at you. There was nothing but fondness and affection in your eyes when you stared at him, just the way he had dreamt that you would be when he was floating on the cold sea after his ship had sank and even after he was picked up by passing group of pirates who let him live on a moment of mercy, “I’m no prince but I’ll treat you like a princess.”

You would go to the edge of the world with him if it meant that you could finally be together as one again, he never needed to ask.

He knew he had his answer the moment you swung your arms around his neck and kissed him with all these years of longing sealed into your lips.

Dabi’s hands were on you the moment the cabin door slammed shut.

His men were already waiting by the castle grounds when he sneaked you out from the window, groaning in complaint about how excessive those “filthy rich bastards” were with their jewelry and dresses as he bunched up your dress to help you on the horse. You only chuckled when he leaped up himself, your back against his chest as you made the run towards the closest shore where his ship anchored down to wait for its captain to return with his bride.

The king’s fleet was probably on its way in full force to chase after you right now, but that was none of your concern when your mind was fogged over by his hot lips against your neck. You could feel the rigid scars and the staples that were warmed up by his skin, and when your hand pulled at his hair there was still some part of you that had yet to get used to the black. But when you tasted his lips, it simply felt right.

Your Touya, finally back to your side even with a different face and a different name.

His hands were rough on you, puling and yanking each piece of jewelry that got in his way off your body all while never letting go of your lips. He pulled back to admire his work, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins at how disheveled you looked. Your faces was flushed and your lips swollen from his ruthless assault. Your eyes were glassy, your pupils blown out in lust and want as your hands grabbed at his shirt.

He climbed on top of your like a predator ready to devour his prey the moment he threw you on his bed. The frame creaked at the sudden weight on top and the linen of his sheets were rough against your skin. You could feel the ship swayed with each crash of waves against its body and the dent on the thin mattress when he perched on top of you. Blue eyes roamed all over your body, and you chuckled at how he was now taking the time to admire your form when he was just clawing and tearing at you like an animal just seconds ago.

Your back arched up subconsciously as he trailed his hand down from your heaving chest down to your stomach. He allowed himself the luxury to drink in the way you look in your wedding dress before he tear it to shreds, watching your every move as the calloused pad of his fingers traced the delicate gold lines on the fabric. You were so close to wearing this dress for someone else, he felt a pang of jealousy rose in his chest at the mere thought of another man seeing you like this. If he had not make it in time, there would be another person who got to have you beneath them, who got to touch you in places only he was allowed to touch, to hear the sweet noises you made as you were stretched out in bliss.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his blood boil. As if feeling his rage, your hand reached for his face and forced him to look at you. Your thumb caressed the staple at the side of his cheek as you leaned up to kiss his scarred jaw, his head tilting back as you pressed wet kisses along his neck.

If it was anyone else, they would probably carefully undo each lace of the dress and store it well. It would make sense that way, each thread of the embroidery and the silk were probably worth more gold than someone would have ever obtained ever in their lives. But you were his bride, you wore the dress for him, and he would do whatever the fuck he wanted with it.

Pulling out the dagger by his belt, he held the collar of your dress and slit the fabric right at the center with one long drag of the sharp blade until you were left bare in your underthings. He licked his lips at the sight of your body that was barely concealed by the thin cotton chemise, his cock aching at the thought of what lay underneath.

He stopped you when you tried to push away the ripped silk from you. “Leave it on,” he said, pushing himself down so that he was leaning his jaw right at your pelvis. His breath fanning your lower stomach as he speak, his gravel tone sending heat right to your core. “I want to have you crying for me in that dress.”

A loud moan was ripped from your throat as he latched onto your pussy, his hand hooking your legs onto his shoulders so that his tongue could salvage you deeper and hit all the right spots. He groaned at the first taste of your arousal.

“Just as sweet as I remembered...”

His tongue was working wonders on you. Even after years since he last touched you, he still remember what to do and how to do it to get you singing for him. He knew your body like the back of his head, and each whimper from you was making it harder and harder to contain himself.

But it had been too long, and he did say he want you crying for him.

Your thighs clenched around his shoulder with each skillful flick of his tongue against your cunt. Your hand clawed at the sheets beneath you as he circled your puffy clit, sending numbing shocks of pleasure down your spine. This felt too good to be true but here he was, between your legs and devouring you like it was the first meal he had in days.

The loud slurping filled the cabin and your hands tugged his hair to beg for more friction. He was glad to comply, thumb pressing against the sensitive bud as his tongue dived in to rub against your walls. You could feel every hair on your body standing up as the first wave of pleasure washed over you, your scalp tingling as he licked and drank in your juices that was gushing onto his face.

Your shaking hands reached for him, and you moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. You could smell the moisture of the wooden walls of the cabin and the sound of waves clashing against the ship as the saltiness expanded in your mouth.

You were desperate to make up for the lost years as your tongue danced with his sloppily, your hands tugging his pants down as he pulled down the sleeves of the dress of your arms and ripping the smock off of you. He let the image of your exposed form laying on top of the white silk soaked into his mind, his cock painful to be inside of you as beads of pre leaked from the tip onto the fabric you were laying on.

He let out a choked grunt as your finger trailed along the vein of his cock.

“You made me wait for years, don’t make me wait any longer.” You mused at his reaction, a sigh slipped past your lips when he lined up at your entrance. He brushed the tip past your folds but didn’t push in, making you whine as he spread the shiny liquid all over your cunt.

“You think I don’t miss this?” he let out a dry chuckle, moaning out at your warm wrapping tightly around him as he pushed in. It felt like your body was lit on fire as he leaned down to weave his fingers with yours as he started setting a vigorous pace to his thrusts. Each slap of his hips against yours had you seeing stars and your legs hooked around his waist to pull him in closer.

“When I’m alone at the bottom of the ship,” he emphasised each word with a thrusts, “cold and lonely,” he leaned down to suck at the supple skin of your neck, “this is that I think of to keep myself sane.”

You mewled when his free hand pinched your hardened nipple. “The thought of going back to you was what kept me alive.”

You were panting against his lips as he pressed against you, the tip of his pushing in and out of you driving you wild. “So when I hear that you are marrying off to the prince,” he growled, “I knew that I need to do whatever it takes to get you back.”

You could smell the sweat on his body, his hair smelt of the sea as he buried his face at the crook of your neck and leaving bite marks everywhere he could reach. “You are mine,” you whined under him as he pressed up against you, his chest right on top of yours when he pushed his cock as far as it would reach and hitting that spongey spot inside of you, “all mine and I don’t give a fuck if I have to burn down the kingdom. No one can ruin what we have.”

The coil in your stomach tightened at his possessiveness. You had made your mind up that you were all his years ago and you never truly let that thought go even when all hope of him being alive had died. You would never love anyone like you had loved him, and now it was the two of you against the world.

“Yours,” you whimpered as he swallowed your moans with a searing kiss, “all yours.”

His thrusts got sloppier as you clenched around him, your pussy fluttering from the orgasmic bliss that you were drowning in. He clutched your hand tightly as ropes of his release unloaded inside you, never once letting you go even as he slowly calmed down from his high.

It made his chest swell when he saw drips of his cum oozing out from you onto the wedding dress, your wedding dress. Your were finally his and his alone once again, and he had the evidence for it.

You clicked your tongue when he pushed the tainted fabric off to the floor as he flopped next to you, holding you close to him as he inhaled the sweet scent of you that he missed so much.

“That thing is worth more than my entire life’s worth of salary at the tavern you know-"

"Sh,” he shut you up with a peck, “you’re not the bar maid anymore, love.”

You chuckled, burying your face deeper into his chest. He was so warm, or was it the euphoria catching up to you?

“I love you.”

His gaze on you was soft, like the surface of the sea on a sunny day. Serene and lovely.

“I love you too.”

As you fell asleep in your lover’s arms that night, surrounded by the waters that raised you, you felt like you were finally back where you belong.

You could never stay far away from the ocean.

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