#` even when he didn't have my hand my father always had my back . / sunny + florian .

[storiesaplenty]

A request if you will ... What if Armando meets this bubbly person who got on his nerves. her eyes always lightened up every time she was in his presence, she fell first and he fell harder. Straight concrete. The way she looked at him, the way his body responds to her. Even if he had a hard time showing it, his eyes said different things. It wasn't always love on his end because he was so focused on revenge for his mom. She put the pieces together that his mother was lying. He pushed her away but she was always there even if he didn't know

He was her weakness.

Bad Boys Masterlist

My Weakness

Armando Aretas x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions Armando killing. His past crimes but it is just pure fluff.

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it

WC : 1026

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Summary: Armando met you while planning to take down Mike Lowrey, as you are a waitress at a small diner. After seeing his bike on the news, you confront him, trying to convince him not to do this, but he didn't listen. Not until it was too late.

I kept my head down, making sure that my hat was covering my face, as well as the the sun glasses.

It was a sunny day as I stood outside her job.

I could see her smiling at the customers as she took their orders.

I still remember when I first met her.

It was at this very diner.

I became a regular here and she was my regular waitress.

She asked me for my name, and because I already knew hers, I figured I should tell her mine.

I would see the way how she would look at me, her eyes would light up when I would walk through the doors, the bell signalling that a customer has come in.

I would see the way how she would make sure I would sit in her section, and she would be all over me.

My cup was never empty, she would constantly tell me that my meal was on her.

I tried to ignore the way how my stomach would flutter when I would see her walking towards me.

Or when she would say my name, and knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

But I was in town for a reason, and I did not need to be distracted by someone who I would never see again.

But when I shot Mike that night, she seemed to know it was my bike, when the video I took was all over the news.

I was sitting in my usual booth, eating my food when I saw a shadow next to me.

I looked over and saw it was her.

She was staring at me, with a look I have never seen before on her face.

At the time, I didn't realise it was disappointment.

"What are you looking at?" I muttered under my breath.

"I know it was you Armando."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I went back to scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the way how my heart was trying to beat out my chest.

She sat across from me in the booth, and I noticed she wasn't wearing her uniform, so she must not be working.

"You told me you were in town to help your mom with something. Armando, please don't do this." She reached across the table to grab my hand that was placed on the table.

I moved my hand back, just out of her reach.

"Stay out of this." I stood up, and threw some bills on the table to cover my tab.

She followed me outside.

"Armando, you are better than this. She is just using you. Please stop before anyone else gets hurt."

I stopped walking and turned around to face her.

"If you know what is good for you, stay the fuck away from me." I snarled through gritted teeth.

"You don't mean that." She said, seeing right through me, but I was already walking around from her.

Believing I would never see her again.

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But as I spent time in jail, she was the only person who I thought about.

Not even my mother and how she lied to me for years.

Not even the man, who is my actually father, Mike Lowrey.

It was just her.

I thought about writing to her.

Sending a letter to the dinner and telling her how she was right, and maybe if I had the guts, I would tell her how I feel about her.

Then all that shit went down with Mike and Marcus, and now I am on the run.

But I found myself going back to that same diner, day after day, watching her.

I could see that her smile never reached her eyes like before.

She wasn't as bubbly as she was before.

But I had to move on, as I knew I would be caught if I stayed here much longer.

◆

I waited until the end of her shift, and watched from across the way to see when she would leave.

As expected, she walked out the front door at 8:05, just like every time she works.

She didn't live far from her work, only a few blocks, so she walks.

I thought I was staying far back enough, but she must have known she was being followed.

She turned around to look at me, and she was going to say something as an angry look came over her face, but I took of my sunglasses and her eyes got real wide.

She whispered my name and covered her mouth, not believing it was me.

I took a few steps towards her, trying gauge her reaction to me getting closer, but she ran towards me and wrapped her arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around her, not believing that she didn't run away in terror.

"Armando." She said as she cupped my cheek with her hand.

"I should have listened to you." Was all I said as I leaned into her hand, turning my head slightly to kiss her palm.

"Yes, you should have." She said, smiling at me.

"I knew you didn't want to do this. Not really. I could see with the way how you would look at me."

"Even when I told you to leave me the fuck alone?" I still remember the hurt that came over her face.

"Yes, even then. Your face said one thing, but your eyes Armando, they always said another."

I couldn't stop myself.

I kissed her, and she kissed me back even harder.

I pulled her closer to me, not wanting this to ever end, but then someone walked by saying that we should get a room.

"Shit, your still on the run. Let's go to my place."

She held held my hand, as the two of us walked through the crowd, with my head down and the sunglasses back on.

From time to time, I would see her look back at me, and she would be smiling at me.

I kept my face neutral, but she knew how I was feeling.

She knew me and she knew she would be forever my weakness as I am hers.

[bunnys-kisses]

it came to me on a sunny day - dad!simon - inspired by the song 'my girl' by the temptations

maybe i'll make this a whole fic? idk... lemme know <3

telling simon you were pregnant was nothing but a shock. but it was inevitable. you two weren't the best when it came to protection, so one night of passion led to the conception of your daughter.

you mostly wore simon's jacket due to you being pregnant most of the winter. you kept telling yourself that you'd get a jacket to accommodate the growing bump, but by the time you got around to it, simon's sweatshirts kept you warm enough. even though simon still put a hat on you every time you left the flat.

simon just loved the swell of your belly, he always smiled when he felt the movement of your daughter. he would lie on the couch, legs dangled off the edge in an uncomfortable manner to be closer to your belly.

if you both weren't so worried about protecting simon's identity, you would've put him online to tout him as 'father of the year'. in your second trimester you did get married at the court house. it was an informal affair, something to put on paper. he promised that the two of you could have the whole celebration after the baby was born.

"simon." you said, "watching johnny choke on a fry that kyle threw into his mouth after the ceremony is worth more than some stupid party." you then leaned over to kiss him, your ring felt comfortable on your finger.

however as you entered your third trimester and your fingers became swollen, you had you wear your ring around your neck on a chain. when you felt about it, simon simply said, "chain's closer to your heart."

when summer came your little rosemary was born. she was born in the end of june, your friend remarked that she was a cancer sign. simon was there the whole way, even when you punched him when a particular hard contraction hit.

"i'm gonna kill you, simon." while that wasn't the first time he ever heard that phrase, it was the only time it ever made a shiver run down his spine. but he was your rock the entire way, the full ten hours it took to delivery rosemary riley.

she came out screamin' though, a far cry from the silent nature of her father. you had never seen simon cry too many times, but the first time he held the pudgy newborn, you could see him hold back the tears.

"simon."

"yeah?" his gaze didn't leave his daughter.

you patted him on the arm, "you can cry, no one's going to judge you." you knew he always felt like he had to be the protector of his little family. but when you leaned over, exhausted yourself, and kissed him on the cheek. the emotion flooded out of him.

you were parents now.

simon took to being a father really well, despite his nervousness (that he never showed on his face) to end up like his own father. he realized that it was a lot easier to be good parent than he thought.

"i love you both." he often said to you, "thank you."

he said that you gave him a second chance at life. after everything, the pain that caused him to shut down and become a killer for the military. you and rosemary allowed the coldness to turn warm. while he still was intimidating outside the home, in the safety of where you lived, he was able to be the caring parent he was denied growing up.

"rose." he said in his low voice, "where are ya goin'." then picked up the toddler with ease so she didn't topple the television on top of her, "you can see it just fine over here." then carried her back to the couch.

you both did your best to not raise an ipad baby, rather you made good use of the second hand printer you had and let you colour and draw to her hearts content. and books. so many books.

"that's a bear, rose." you said as you pointed to the drawing in the book you were reading to her before bed, "b-e-a-r."

"B!Ear!" she chirped as she kicked out her little legs under the covers. she was a very smart girl.

she gets it from me, simon said jokingly.

of course he often let his little rosemary colour in his tattoos with washable markers while they're sitting outside on a nice summer's day a year or two down the line. the little girl is still getting used to holding markers and colours outside the lines of the tattoos. but simon finds it endearing.

nothin' is gonna hurt his girls.

"honey." you said.

"yes?"

"i think we're giving rose a sibling a lot sooner than we expected." <3

(i wanted to write something tender on this beautiful spring day. if it's sunny where you are today soak in the rays!)

[palioom]

Hellooo!! Just really wanted to say I absolutely love your fics they’re so good am always waiting for you to drop the next one 😩👌🏼

But just a suggestion!! I don’t know what it is but there’s something INCREDIBLY hot about a guy who really wants you to sit on his face 🥵 like he’s FERAL to give it to her and will go down for hours if he can and he will!! 😩👌🏼I don’t really have a specific situation in mind but I just need him to have a NEED to give the reader oral idk FKDKDKS

You can do whatever you want with this! Or don’t! Am grateful for anything 🥹

first of all I'm SO sorry with how long this took to upload! i LOVED the idea the second i saw it and I hope I could do your idea justice after such a long wait, I just didn't have the time for longer stuff with kinktober happening but thank you so much for giving me this idea!!

remedy against pain

summary: after being "gravely" injured, Oberyn knows exactly what would help him heal, and you are more than eager to give it to him.

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but many, many nicknames); fluff & smut; oral (m & f receiving); multiple orgasms; overstimulation; squirting; face sitting; 69; one small slap on the ass

part of "the viper and the sun"

• masterlist •

When she was notified of Oberyn’s injury that sunny afternoon, she was worried at first. All sorts of grisly thoughts came into her head - thoughts of broken bones and bloody wounds. Another deep scar to worship later, once it had healed.

All she had been told was that he had been brought back to their shared bedchambers with an injured back and knee, sustained as he was practicing with their eldest daughter, Obara.

It was difficult to believed that a girl of eighteen years of age could injure her own father in such a grave manner that he had to stop and leave the training pits altogether.

But as the nurse who accompanied her talked more about his supposed suffering, she had to try and keep her oncoming laugh hidden. Coughing to stifle her laughter, the best rendition of worry etched onto her features when she heard of what truly ailed him.

A small, moderately deep cut on the knee and a large bruise on his back from when he fell after Obara had swiped him off his feet.

That old man.

Ever a penchant for the dramatics, the immediate notice of his quite severe injury an exaggeration like only he could procure. In grave danger to meet death, at least that was what he wished for her to believe.

Oberyn loved to exaggerate his ailments whenever she was around, keen to have his wonderful wife dote on and care for him like only she could. With her gentle hands and words, her tongue spinning the sweetest words to help him heal while he lamented about how much he had hurt himself.

She knew every time that things weren’t as bad as he made them out to be, at least not when she saw him. Before that, she would worry her head off, the most grim images in her head until she found out the truth. But she played along nonetheless, and sometimes she would even find it in herself to tease him.

“The Prince is in a lot of pain, my Princess.” The nurse informed her as they arrived at the huge double doors leading to their private chambers, seeming extremely worried. Oh, what a mean man Oberyn was sometimes, making everyone concerned for him all because he enjoyed the attention it gave him from his wife. “You ought to tread carefully.”

She chucked quietly, giving the woman in front of her a soothing smile.

“Thank you, I will make sure to treat my dear husband with utmost care.”

The nurse bowed her head before scurrying off again, leaving her to go inside their chambers.

Carefully she opened the huge doors, flanked by guards on the outside, stepping into the silence of the room. They had drawn some of the curtains so not too much light was flooding inside, dipping everything into hues of red and orange.

She could see him lying on the bed, a wet rag covering his eyes, propped up on some pillows behind him into a position halfway between sitting and lying down. Not looking too miserable, if she had to give an estimated guess from where she stood.

“Oh, my Viper.” She cooed as she came closer, watching how his entire demeanour shifted beneath her words. Suddenly he did look quite miserable, creases forming on his forehead and the corners of his mouth turning downward just slightly. Like their girls pretending to be sick so they would coddle them. She wasn’t quite sure if they learned from Oberyn or Oberyn from them. “My sweet, sweet Viper. Are you well?”

Sitting down on the side of the bed, right next to him, she took his warm, broad hand into hers, feeling the rough calluses on it. With the other, she reached up to remove the wet rag from his eyes.

“My lovely wife.” Oberyn groaned, looking back at her, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness that flooded his eyes. “My pain seems to ease in your presence, my Sun.”

She chuckled quietly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles while her other hand brushed back his dark, slightly damp hair, then trailed down his face to cup his cheek. Always with a slightly concerned look on her face, but he could see the small twinkle in her eyes.

Oberyn knew it would be hard to fool his clever wife, but he could still try.

“I am glad it does, my love.” She said, smiling at him as he put on the sickest expression he could. Of course he was in some pain, but Gods, how he exaggerated. “Does it hurt much, my fierce Viper?”

The phantom of a smile graced his features for just a moment, vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.

Nevertheless, she caught it.

“Quite so, my Sun.” He answered, his piercing eyes holding her gaze, and for just the briefest moment, she believed the pain he was in. He made her believe, knowing her heart was too soft for him to truly doubt him. “The pain is nearly unbearable, if it wasn’t for you by my side, I would certainly perish.”

She leaned closer to him, placing a soft kiss onto his lips, light as a feather as he was obviously quite weak. Warm and a little chapped against hers, the bristles of his beard tickling her skin.

His lips chased hers as she drew back, having to stop himself from chasing after them further.

He was in pain, his back certainly did hurt, but not to the degree Oberyn made it out to be. 

“What would make you feel better, my sweet husband?” She cooed, sitting back up again. Still stroking his cheek and her pout bordering on mock concern.

His dark eyes truly began to sparkle at her question, his fingers flexing against hers. 

Oh, there were many different ideas he had about what would truly help him.

But there was one idea in particular that would ensure a speedy recovery.

“The taste of your sweet cunt, my love.” Oberyn said after a beat of silence, a small smirk on his lips. “Nothing would heal me more efficiently than that. Nothing.”

She remained quiet for a moment, her pout giving way to a smile.

“Oh, my love. You are too injured for that.” She tried to imagine him wanting to keep up the facade of being terribly hurt, but also wanting to roll onto his stomach and delve his tongue deep inside of her. As much as she liked the idea, she was more interested in seeing how Oberyn would like to go about this. “I wouldn’t want you to risk your back by helping you onto your stomach.”

His fingers tightened more around hers, a fiery desire settling inside of his eyes. Desire and lust and a need, pushing away all the traces of him being too hurt.

“And you certainly cannot kneel with your gravely injured knee.”

Clever thing.

He needed her cunt against his mouth, had been craving the embrace of her thighs around his head ever since he had woken in the morning. While she had laid beside him in bed, sunken in a peaceful slumber, her magnificent features traced by the rising sun.

But he had decided to wait until tonight, for she had slept so peacefully that he hadn’t wanted to disturb her. And the wait would have made things so much sweeter in his mind.

Imagining her taste so much that he swore he did eventually taste it.

Maybe that had been why Obara had knocked him over so effectively in the end.

“Straddle my face, my love.” He said, already moving to pull a few pillows from beneath his head and throwing them to the side, making it easier for her to position herself. “Please, my Sun. Don’t deny your husband the pleasure of suffocating between your wonderful thighs while drinking from you. Not while he is gravely injured.”

Gravely injured.

Her smile widened at his words, pulling his hand against her lips once more and kissing each of his knuckles. Slowly, deliberately. Never looking away from his eyes.

Oh, how dramatic he was. How could she deny him?

“Is that truly what would make you better, my Viper?” She asked, feeling the familiar heat pool in her stomach, the tingling on her skin and in her spine, wanting him but not wanting to cause him further injury. They both could get quite passionate, after all. “Are you certain?”

Oberyn chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. If his back wasn’t hurting as much as it was, he simply would have lifted her on top of him, unable to wait any longer to have her.

“There is no better medicine than the cunt of a woman.” He replied, removing yet another pillow and reclining. Noticing how she almost gave into rolling her eyes at him. “Nothing better than the cunt of my sweet wife who is keeping me waiting, hurting.”

She removed her shoes before climbing onto the bed with a giggle, lifting her skirts as she straddled his chest and moved closer to where he needed her. Watching how his eyes sparkled with mischief, darting between her face and the apex of her thighs.

Oberyn found her movingly too slowly, his rough hands grabbing at her thighs and ass, pushing her along faster as a pained groan left him. Looking up at her, he found her looking back down at him with a raised brow, but he simply grinned, her knees finally on either side of his head, but she was still sitting on his chest.

“Oberyn.” She warned, not wanting him to be in more pain because of how eager he was. Her husband would break his neck if it meant he could fuck her somehow. 

He simply chose to ignore her, coaxing her with his hands on her ass, his thick fingers digging into the silk of her dress.

“Come here, my Sun.” His voice was dark and smooth, desperate almost. So close to what he wanted, if only she moved. “Let me have you, I need your sweet cunt on my tongue, your sweet juices.”

She giggled, letting him guide her over his face, lifting her skirts again as she hovered over him. He looked ravenous and she could feel his hot breath against her folds, his nails forming faint crescent marks on her skin.

Oberyn didn’t even wait, simply pulling her down onto him, groaning at the surprised noise that left her; half moan half gasp. Expertly licking a stripe through her folds, his tongue found her clit and toyed with it. Flicking against it before he sucked it into his mouth with another groan, her hips bucking into him as she grabbed the headboard for purchase.

“Oh, Oberyn.” She moaned, grinding into him, one of her hands tangling into his hair and tugging on it. The vibrations of his noises travelled up her spine, shivers breaking out over her skin. Eyes closed and her head thrown back. “Gods, yes!”

While he started out slow at first, he quickly picked up speed, eating her like a man starved as his tongue sweeped lower, fucking into her quivering hole, his nose bumping against her clit over and over. 

Like he had been denied this for centuries.

“You taste fucking delectable.” He groaned against her, one of his hands leaving her hips and moving up to grope at her breast. Ignoring how his back hurt, just needing her and her sweet noises as she pressed herself down harder onto his face. Just how he wanted it. “Exactly what I needed, my Sun.”

His fingers pinched her hardened nipple, making her whine and stutter in her movements for a second, her own tugging on his dark hair harder. 

This truly was his heaven, his wife’s weight on top of him, her body freely grinding against his tongue while he took whatever he could get, lapping at her as if his life depended on it. As if her juices were the only remedy against his pain, a concoction no one else could prepare but her.

Suffocating between her warm thighs, her wonderful sounds muffled by them but still loud enough for him to hear.

He would have to make a habit out of this whenever he was sick.

But he needed her release above all, feeling how she pulsed around his tongue, how her movements became more erratic, leading him to double his efforts. He came back to focus on her clit, slowly becoming aware of how hard he was beneath the covers, just from devouring her like this.

“Please, my Viper.” She moaned, the words hitching on her breath as she looked back down at him, so close to reaching her peak. He looked gorgeous in the red and orange lights. “Oh, how grateful I am it wasn’t your talented tongue which was injured.”

He smirked, lightly grazing his teeth over her clit before sucking it between his lips once more, swiftly feeling her reach her peak right after.

Trembling on top of him as she fell into herself slightly, she still moved her hips against his face as his tongue eagerly lapped up her release. His name tumbled from her lips like a prayer, over and over as his fingers dug into her ass, keeping her close to him even as the pleasure started to border on pain.

And she knew, as he didn’t stop and simply kept going, that he hadn’t had enough of his remedy yet. Still needed more to sate himself, to heal. Circling her clit, fucking into her sensitive hole, all while he began to writhe underneath her.

Oberyn loved the shift in her sounds, more on the side of painful pleasure which he knew she loved, her senses heightened and burning a path of desire inside of her as he kept going. Taking what he needed from her, trying to keep his hips still as a sharp pain shot up his back each time they rutted up into nothing, against the thin covers which provided little relief.

She took a glance over her shoulder, her hips stopping just for a moment as she saw his cock straining against the covers. Thick and hard, all from him burying his face inside her cunt, aching to be touched.

Wondering if he would end up begging for her touch, knowing he derived just as much pleasure from eating her cunt like he would with his cock inside of it. That’s what made him so wonderful, being able to give and receive pleasure just from that alone.

Choosing to ignore it and see if he actually would end up begging her, she bit her lip and turned back around, his tongue swiftly working her up again, pain and pleasure bleeding together into one. A steady buzz that had her nerves aflame and her mind swimming, torn between shying away from and pressing herself down harder onto his eager and warm tongue.

He hurled her into her next orgasm, her juices trickling down his chin and neck while he hummed into her. His own sounds bordered on pain, making her concerned amidst the haze surrounding her like a thick fog, but she knew fully well that he knew his limits.

Hopefully.

Oberyn needed her desperately, the pain in his back almost forgotten in the nagging presence of his aching cock, the friction against the thin sheets doing nothing for him. Wanting to lap at her sweet, swollen cunt but also needing her on him somehow, engulfing him.

Her hands, her mouth, her tits - he would take anything as long as it meant he could keep his face buried between her warm thighs.

Reluctantly he pushed her away from his mouth just briefly, latching onto the soft, scarred inside of her thigh. Her tiger’s stripes as he called them affectionately, from carrying his children and the weight gain that came along with that.

“My Sun.” He groaned, tanned fingers digging into her skin and his eyes closing briefly as he dug his teeth into her thigh, humming. Feeling like he was getting drunk just from her, or going crazy. Maybe even both. “Gods, I need you.”

A giggle left her through the haze in her mind, catching her breath in the brief moment of respite. She loved when he got so drunk on her that he couldn’t let his lips rest even for just a second.

“You have me, Oberyn.” She whispered, flames still licking at her insides, her blood boiling hot. Acting as though she didn’t know about the painful erection hiding beneath the covers. “I would think you have me, your tongue was deep in my cunt just moments ago.”

Oberyn groaned again, more kisses and licks and bites bestowing the inside of her thighs in a frenzy. His wife could be such a mean woman sometimes, teasing him, making him wait.

Maybe this was his punishment for acting sicker than he was.

“My cock demands your attention, my Sun.” He rasped, his eyes piercing and full of lust. His hips rutted upwards as if to emphasize his point, a deep grunt following the movement. One of pain, and it made her wonder whether she should be doing this with him in the first place. “My sweet, please. I need to find relief in you.”

Hearing him plead her to pleasure him only fanned the flames inside of her, a whine escaping her lips as her own hips bucked up. She didn’t want to keep him waiting, but just how desperate could Oberyn become?

“But you need my cunt, my Prince.” She said, brushing his hair back without a care in the world. Like she wasn’t burning up from the inside and like he wasn’t aching for her. “How will you heal if you engulf your cock inside of it? What other remedy do we have that is better than my cunt?”

Oberyn licked his lips, regretting that he had taught her to be so naughty.

“My Sun, don’t tease your bruised and sick husband like this.” He admonished, attempting to move her, but the sharp pain in his back swiftly reminded him that he shouldn’t. And he really did not want to miss her wet heat just yet, needing more of her. “I will take anything you can give me, as long as you do. Please, my darling.”

She giggled and Oberyn immediately knew that she was playing with him. Making a twisted little game out of his injury.

He would have to punish her once he was healed enough.

“Does your cock need me so desperately, my Viper?” She asked, laughing breathlessly. “I don’t wish to break my sweet husband in half, you are so gravely injured already.”

The sound that rumbled in his chest was akin to a growl, his patience for her games wearing thin as his dick throbbed with need in between his legs. Aching and desperate for her touch.

“My sweet, please.” He whined, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked up at her. Begging her with his eyes, so full of lust and hurt and desperation that she melted underneath them. “Turn around and let me feel the divinity of your mouth and tongue, my Sun. Help me heal, my Princess.”

She smirked, swiftly moving off of his face before turning around and straddling it again, feeling his strong hands grip her thighs as she leaned down. 

Biting her lip as she slowly peeled back the thin, orange fabric of the covers, she let her fingers wander over his hot, tanned skin dipped in orange hues. Feeling his muscles twitch beneath it, teasingly slow as he groaned into her middle, tongue already back on her.

“Don’t tease your husband, my dear.” He whined, digging his fingers into her skin harder in an attempt to make her move faster. “The punishment for this crime is severe.”

It did nothing to stop her teasing, only moaning when his teeth nipped at her folds, her fingers finally uncovering him. Erect and red and angry, the head weeping for her and throbbing as she ran a finger along the length of it with a featherlight touch.

Tracing the thick veins, his hips squirming and his moans muffled by her, she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her. Only keeping him waiting a little longer, she finally granted him his wish, kissing the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum.

“Oh, Gods.” She heard him groan behind her before his tongue dove into her, eliciting a high pitched moan from her when the pleasurable pain returned. “You gorgeous thing, my Sun.”

Just as eager as he was at the beginning, lapping at her like a man starved, home from long travels through the desert. His hands keeping her squirming hips in place.

She slowly let spit dribble down his cock, wrapping her fingers around it before she pressed her lips against the head over and over, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin with tiny licks before finally flattening against it.

When she finally wrapped her lips around him, he bucked up into her mouth, a whine sounding from between her thighs. Immediate relief spread through him but he needed more, both on his tongue as well as his cock, her head bobbing up and down. Her thighs began to tremble, the slick sounds of her cunt as well as her mouth on him pushing her closer to the edge as she took him deeper.

Her hand wandered to his balls, heavy and warm as she fondled them, just how Oberyn liked it. Taking him deeper still, hitting the back of her throat and feeling another groan against her middle, travelling up her spine.

So damn close, forgetting to move for a moment as she concentrated on the fiery sensation that threatened to set her body ablaze again, closing her eyes and whimpering around him.  The tightness of her throat only spurred him on, her weight on top of him as he finally hurled her over the edge, her sounds coming out as delicious vibrations around his cock.

Yet not stopping, giving her ass a soft smack to spur her back into moving, kneading the soft flesh.

She moved in earnest now, letting him slip down her throat and stilling for a few moments before simply teasing the dark head, kissing and licking at it with vulgar wet sounds.

How she wished to look at him right now, see his dark, piercing eyes glazed over with lust and need and watch him watch her devour his thick cock. Her cunt pulsed at the thought, his talented tongue keeping her nerves aflame, the pain it elicited only helping in hurling her closer to yet another orgasm.

“One more, my sweet.” He groaned, so close himself as her mouth worked over his sensitive cock. “One more for me, let me heal myself through you.”

A sharp whine left her, hips bucking against his face.

“One more for you.” She breathed out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft again and suckling at the head. Delirious and repeating what he had said. “One more, Oberyn- Please-”

She was unsure if she needed him more than he needed her right now, still in awe of how long he could stave off on his peak despite how sensitive and worked up he was.

When the telltale twitching of his cock set in, her tongue continuously flicking over the slit, she felt him focus on her clit, closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Just needing to swallow down more of her.

“Oberyn-” She moaned, dragging out his name as she spilled all over his face, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, trembling on top of him.

It triggered his own peak, groaning into her while he finally felt that sweet release wash over him, dulled by the sharp pain shooting up his spine. Still, nothing could ruin this, no pain would ruin the feeling of his wife’s cum all over his face while his own cock twitched and pulsed furiously.

Some of the white ropes laid across her cheek before she wrapped her lips around him once more with a groan and swallowed the rest eagerly. The salty taste spreading over her tongue, fully Oberyn.

Her mind swimming at the sensation and her body boneless.

They remained like this for several moments, his tongue tenderly licking at her once the waves had stopped, noticing the subtle twitch from just how often he had brought her to a peak. Her cheek rested on his muscular, thick thigh, still tracing the veins on his softening cock before clumsily rolling off of him and onto her back.

A breathless laugh left her, taking a moment to close her eyes and take in the warm feeling that simmered in her body, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining.

A soothing gesture, grounding her in reality as she felt like floating in water.

Oberyn sat up slightly, wincing quietly as he took in her face, some of his cum still on her cheek, red and orange dancing across her skin from the curtains and he couldn’t help but smile. More than satisfied with what just happened.

Never would he tire from seeing his wife covered with his cum, the only sight better than this being when it trickled out of her swollen cunt.

“Thank you, my Sun.” He said, his thumb brushing over her fingers soothingly. Almost forgetting about his injuries as he laid here with her. “The copious amounts of medicine you provided me with are already showing their effect.”

She laughed at that, and the sound only helped to mend his bruised body, watching her open her eyes and sit up. Stopping to take in his wet face, the now tired but satisfied eyes along with the smallest curl of his lips.

The sight was something she would never tire of, her core still throbbing. So handsome, with the lines on his face which began to form, the first few silver streaks in his hair and beard.

“I am glad I was of help, my Viper.” She giggled, raising her unoccupied hand to swipe his cum off of her face before sucking it off her finger. “I generously received a little bit of my own medicine. Though, my aches only began after ingesting it.”

Oberyn laughed, loud and hearty as he pointed for her to lay down next to him. Needing to feel her body, though he wished he could bury his face in between her thighs for just a little longer, slower this time and not rushing things.

She shuffled around, bending down to kiss him languidly and tasting herself on his tongue. Then finally laying next to him just how he wanted, pulling the covers over them.

“I think in your case, my sweet,” he began, wrapping his arm around her and ignoring the pain that came with it. Kissing her forehead and just keeping her close. “It is simply that you are ageing.”

A playfully shocked gasp left her, hitting his chest with a quick swat and laughing at the exaggerated grunt he let out. Pretending as though he had been struck by something much worse than his beloved wife’s hand.

“How dare you treat your husband, your Prince, like such when he is in terrible, terrible agony?” Oberyn asked with a laugh, wishing he could crush her against him. “Do you not wish for me to be well, my love?”

She nuzzled against his neck with a giggle, peppering his jaw with kisses as she inhaled his scent. Still smelling like the training pits, earthy and sweaty.

“I wish for my husband to stop the dramatics.” This sweet banter had always been her favourite, laughing and jesting with him like no other. “Become the feared Red Viper everyone knows instead of letting your daughter of eighteen years of age knock you off your feet.”

The grip on her hip tightened and she giggled more when she realized that he could certainly not do as he pleased with her just now. Secretly she loved the dramatics, always worried about him but unable to stop her loud mouth and her teasing.

“Oh, sweet wife…” Oberyn sighed, looking at her. What a funny thing she was, too swift with her dangerous tongue. “Once your mortally wounded husband is healed, there will be a punishment in order.”

He paused for a moment, squeezing her hip harder, delighting in the warm flesh in the palm of his hand.

“A punishment and an apology. Perhaps both could be the same.”

She became excited at the plethora of things he could do, though she was quite certain about what he meant, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

“First you should heal, my love.” She said, entirely genuine, pushing her dirty thoughts aside as her hand brushed over his stomach. Warm and soft, tender and the most perfect place to rest her head on usually. “Please rest, let the medicine I gave you work its wonders.”

He kissed her forehead again, allowing his lips to linger there as he closed his eyes and breathed her in. The scent of oranges filling him, his body melting in her presence.

Surely, there was no sweeter remedy than his wife and her delicious cunt, the sweet relief he found in between her thighs.

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mong [m·oŋ] vtr. depend on, rely on, trust for protection

Anonymous Request: I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam x f reader who grew up with/around the Sullys and Jake and Neteyam are protective of her. And then one day she walks into their tent or a gathering and just rushes into Neteyams arms and clings to him they are all worried. Neteyam comforts her and holds her while Jake tries to solve the problem?

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My mother's grip on my upper arm was so tight that I knew it would leave bruises.

"You will do this," she hissed in my ear. "There is no other choice. Don't be foolish."

With much effort, I pulled my arm from her grasp and stumbled back, staring at her, horrified.

Before anyone else could speak, I ran.

--

"Was Y/N hunting today?" Jake Sully asked his eldest son as he and his family sat around a small fire, finishing up cleaning and drying their kills from the day.

"Yes," Neteyam replied.

Jake nodded, wiping off his knife. "You should have gone with her."

Neteyam sighed. He knew his father worried about Y/N, a girl - now woman - his age, and everyone knew why, but no one really said it.

Her parents were... unkind, and that was putting it lightly. He didn't think they'd ever put a hand on her, but even for Na'vi, they were harsh and unforgiving, and not for the sake of raising her right and keeping her safe in a dangerous world.

Just for the sake of being harsh. They didn't seem to like their own daughter very much, which confused the Sullys. She was kind, soft spoken, intelligent, and always supportive to her loved ones. There wasn't anything not to like about her.

Jake had watched her grow up, from a distance at first, and then encouraged his children to be friends with her. She'd latched to them immediately, and eventually to him and his wife as well, becoming almost a part of the family.

It seemed to be getting worse lately, and anytime she wasn't with the Sully family, the worry was there at the back of Jake's mind. He supposed he was really starting to think of her as a third daughter, and having her away from him for long periods of time caused him some anxiety.

He knew his oldest son felt a similar worry for the girl, but for entirely different reasons.

As if summoned by the mention of her name, Y/N burst through the door, causing every Sully head to turn her way. She breezed past everyone and threw herself right into Neteyam's arms, crying loudly, which was very uncharacteristic for her.

Jake jumped up immediately, and Neytiri ran to Neteyam's side, placing her hand on Y/N's back as she sobbed.

"What have they done now?" Jake huffed under his breath, wondering what kind of laws were in place that would allow him to punish her parents for the way they treated this poor, sad girl.

"What is it, child?" Neytiri asked, but Y/N was too upset to speak. Her breaths were coming in shallow gasps, and Neteyam looked to his mother and then his father with wide, panicked eyes.

Kiri joined the three of them on the floor, placing a hand on Y/N's back right next to her mothers. The two women in unison closed their eyes and began taking in deep breaths, low and slow, in and out.

It took a while, but Neteyam felt Y/N doing the same as she clung to him.

"There you go," Neteyam whispered, stroking her hair as she breathed. He had never seen Y/N so much as frown, none the less cry. No matter what she was put through, her dispositioned always remained sunny and calm. Something terrible must have happened.

"Tell us what happened," Neytiri said, and Y/N finally sat up, but Neteyam would not let her out of his arms. She had to turn, settling in his lap, with his arms crossed over her chest.

--

Even though I knew the Sullys had noticed that my parents were different, I had never spoken of it to them. What was the point? I could not change who my parents were. I could only keep my head down, be respectful, and hope to escape when I was older.

And now, I had been offered and escape, and I would rather die than accept it.

"They have... they are forcing me to mate with Marek," I said finally, and Neteyam's arms over my chest tightened, pulling my back into his chest, as Kiri gasped.

I cast my eyes downward, embarrassed at my outburst, and at burdening their family with this - but I didn't know where else to go.

"Marek is awful," Kiri whispered. "He's mean, and cruel, and he's..."

"Just like my father," I whispered, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes again. I looked up to Jake, the man I'd always wished had truly been my father, and the expression on his face was dark and malicious.

"This will not happen. Neteyam, with me, now."

Neteyam frowned, holding me tightly to him, but his father demanded he join him a second time, and they left without so much as a word.

Neytiri and Kiri held me tightly as Lo'ak and Tuk stood nearby, and I wished for the millionth time that I had been born into this family instead.

--

Netyeam and his father returned almost an hour later, very quiet, somewhat relieved and mostly nervous.

When they entered, Neytiri was braiding Y/N's hair while Kiri and Tuk sang softly by the fire. Lo'ak sat nearby, looking oddly out of place.

"Okay, well," Jake said as he entered, spreading his arms to the side. "I think we should give Neteyam and Y/N a little space to talk."

Y/N furrowed her brown. Netytiri squeezed her should and Kiri patted her on the knee before the entire Sully family, minus Neteyam, rose to leave.

Jake approached before he left, and put a hand on her shoulder. "We would never let anyone hurt you, Y/N, and we did what we thought was best to protect you... but nothing is set in stone. You get to decide your path."

Y/N tilted her head to the side, extremely confused and in the dark, but Jake left, leaving just Y/N and Neteyam there.

"Neteyam, tell me what's going on!" she said, and the two of them quickly approached each other, meeting in the middle of the tent.

"My dad and I, we went to speak to your parents and..." Neteyam cleared his throat. "On the way there, I told my father the truth, Y/N. I told him that there were many reasons I want you away from Marek, and your parents. I want you to be safe, and loved, and treated the way you deserve. And I want all this because I... I have been in love with you for a very long time."

Y/N was quiet before him, her face nearly expressionless, extremely hard to read, so Neteyam pressed on.

"We spoke to your parents and we made them an offer. I asked them for your hand. I asked their permission to be your mate."

Remaining stoic, Y/N's expression did not change. Neteyam reached out, taking her hands into his.

"If this is not what you want, you only have to tell me, and we will find a safe place for you. You will have the protection of your Olo'eyktan. Of my family."

Y/N opened her mouth, and then shut it again, and to his great horror, she was crying once more. Soft, quiet tears rolled from her eyes and down her cheeks.

He was prepared to tell her again, she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do, when she took her hands from his, put them on either side of his face, and pulled his lips to hers.

--

I was frozen as Neteyam spoke. Not only had he saved me from my parents and from Marek, but he had somehow granted me the deepest desire of my heart? A hope that I had never spoken to a single soul?

For years, I had harbored a love for Neteyam, that only grew as we spent more time together.

He was standing before me now, offering me everything I'd ever wanted, and making it clear for the first time in my life, that I had complete control over my own destiny.

Overtaken by relief, gratitude and joy, all I could do was pull him to me in a long overdue kiss.

When I pulled away, Neteyam wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Is that... a yes?" he asked, and I had to laugh.

"Of course it is. And, Neteyam, please know this is not just to escape. I have loved you for a long time. We could have both saved each other some anguish by just admitting that a while ago."

Neteyam pulled me in for a tight hug, and I reveled in how completely safe I felt in his arms. I reveled in the joy of finally becoming a Sully. I reveled in the delight of never having to see my parents again if I didn't want to.

Soon, the tent was full of Neteyam's family once more, cheering, and crying a little, and celebrating.

Jake was the first to pull me into a hug, and he whispered in my ear. "I always knew you were meant to be my daughter, one way or another."

We smiled at each other, and the feeling of calm and safety grew, settling over all of us - and it would never disappear again.

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Gale meeting John's family drabble bcs I'm obsessed with his family dynamic

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Gale nervously wrung his hands together in the passenger seat of John's truck, only really looking up from the road when John would point to some obnoxious billboard or a funny looking bird. Gale would smile and nod, reply with a dry quip, and fall silent again. He usually wasn't like this.

John had told Gale that his mother invited them up to stay at their house for a little bit; wanted to see how they were adjusting to life post war and wanted to meet the notorious Buck Cleven. Gale had worried that John had let slip what they were, much closer than friends, but John assured him that she didn't know.

"She probably wouldn't even care. Poor old bird just wants to see me happy, all things considered," John had said.

And here Gale was, going to meet John's family and put on a good show of pretending to be friends. John mentioned that his mother was still alive, his father passed before he enlisted, and that he had two older sisters.

"Technically El is my twin, but she's fifteen minutes older and won't ever let me forget it. I'm the baby of my family," John says, turning onto a long gravelly drive that must lead to his family's property.

Gale smiles gently at the thought. John with missing teeth and a bright smile with equally bright sisters around him. Doting on him like Gale always did. Gale never had any siblings, lived only with his mother and father, and wished desperately that John's sisters liked him.

They pull in front of a charming ranch house and Gale smiles at how quaint it is. A modest two floor house painted a calming blue with pristine white shutters and a bright yellow door. Gale swallows thickly and his hands find each other again. John leans over into Gale's space, placing a hand on both of Gale's and kissing his cheek sweetly.

"Relax, Gale, they'll love you, I promise," John says.

Gale gives him a strained smile and sighs.

"What if they don't?" Gale worries.

John only smiles, eyes flicking to the sunny yellow door.

"Trust me, they like anything with a pulse. You might just have to be the devil incarnate for them to hate you. Speaking of..." John says, eyes now trained on the door.

It flies open with a whirlwind of brown hair and bright smiles. Two women scramble out to the truck, shouting at John and asking what took him so long. The one with longer hair practically yanks John from the drivers seat and sizes him up.

"Baby Bucky is decorated like a goddamn hero!" She crows and Gale smiles with how similar their cadence of voices were.

"I'm no baby, I'm a major!" John squawks and his sister just laughs, pushing his arm playfully.

"You're still a baby to me!" She hollars.

They both now turn to Gale, the shiny new object that John brought for them to play with.

"You must be Buck!" The other shouts with equal enthusiasm.

Gale had quietly gotten out of the car and was just observing John and his sisters catch up, when their eyes suddenly trained on him. He smiles nervously, afraid of being in the spotlight.

"Major Gale Cleven, ladies," Gale says, extending his hand out for a cordial handshake.

They both bat it away and bring Gale in for a hug anyway. God, they even smell like John did.

"My name's Jess, and that's El," The one with the long hair says, jabbing her thumb into her sister's stomach.

El laughs, shoving Jess away and they get into a playful slap fight that Gale can't help but laugh at.

"Pleasure to meet you both," Gale says, hauling his bag from the back of John's trunk.

El turns around and gives John a look of genuine surprise.

"How did you convince this sweetheart to mingle with the likes of you?" She balks.

John is by Gale's side now and throws his arm around his shoulder, bringing him in closer to his waist.

"Must be my stunning good looks," John beams and Jess almost throws something at him.

They walk into the house and Gale allows himself to take it all in. It's the perfect house for children, Gale thinks; large kitchen with a living room and a large radio on the windowsill. It's wallpapered with soothing colors and warmly lit. Gale genuinely liked the place.

"Gonna bunk with me, Buck?" John asks, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.

El intercepts them before they get to Johns room.

"Nuh uh, you got Buck all afternoon I want to get to know him," El says, grabbing Gale by the arm and attempts to take him down the stairs.

Gale looks back at John and just shrugs his shoulders.

"Duty calls," He says, and John throws him a wink.

Jess and El give him a tour of the house and Gale compliments when necessary, making sure to turn the charm up to eleven. They walk into the kitchen and Gale is immediately hit with the scent of fresh cooked food. There are already dishes waiting on the counter and Gale is dumbfounded.

"Is this all for me?" Gale asks, and he can feel tears welling in his eyes. He had never been this spoiled in his life, not even by his family.

"Ma's even making you a pie! Jesus where is that woman, MA!!" Jess shouts, peeking her out out into the living room.

John's mother is clearly where they got all of their looks from, Gale still hasn't seen a photo of John's father so he can only assume, all of the girls are practically a carbon copy of her. She has pale, green eyes that crinkle with crows feet when she smiles, wavy brown hair laced with grey, and the same smile Gale has seen in all of the Egan children.

"I hope Elise and Jessica aren't giving you a hard time, come here darling," She says, voice quivering with age and arms extended wide.

Gale wraps a careful arm around her and almost cries at the feeling. His mother almost never hugged him like this.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Egan. I thank you for letting me stay in your home," Gale says.

Mrs. Egan waves him off, pinching Gales cheek and smiling.

"Ah no Mrs. or Mr's around here, call me Anne," She says, and Gale does so with a smile.

The rest of the afternoon before dinner is El and Jess fussing around in the kitchen with their mother and John showing Gale the property. He kisses him every so often and Gale can't help but giggle; hasn't felt this happy in a long time.

"How you liking the family? They can be a bit much," John asks, linking his and Gale's fingers together.

Gale hums, looking up at the sky and smiling wide as ever.

"They're just like you, how could I not like them?" Gale says and John's smile gets instantly brighter.

They sit by the stream they wandered across and John decides to rest his head on Gale's lap. One of Gales hands lazily tangles in John's hair, massaging his scalp and just bathing in John's presence.

"Do your sisters know? About us?" Gale asks.

John shrugs shifting himself so he's looking up at Gale through wind swept curls. Gale smiles and wipes them away from his forehead.

"I guess they suspect. I would always talk to Jess about boys when I was younger and I think El is queer too, ran away with a girl from the Red Cross as soon as she could," John sighs.

Gale feels a weight get lifted off his shoulders, almost. John's sisters seemed too kind to care about such a trivial thing. But Gale wasn't quite ready to show their love to the world yet.

"Can we keep it quiet? Just between us? I want this to be all ours," Gale says.

John hauls himself up from Gale's lap and nuzzles his nose into his cheek, smiling gently at the way Gales lips turn up into a smile.

"Of course, doll. Just you and me," John says, and places a gentle kiss on Gales lips.

Later at dinner, El and Jess make jokes about marrying Gale themselves while John protests, claiming he found Gale first. Gale can do nothing but laugh and laugh, and he finally feels at home.

woah this was kinda long but I love Johns family (head in hands) they love Gale as much as John does 🥹🥹

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Geto's Golden Girl

Suguru Geto x female Reader x Gojo being Gojo

summary: You're Suguru Getos best and favourite student. He sends you on a new mission, and technically there's nothing that could go wrong. That is until you meet a former friend of your Sensei, who is all to eagier to get to know everything about you and your connection to Geto...

wordcount: around 4300

authors notes:

• not many spoilers really, but you should know what happens to Geto at the end of the jjk movie

• fanfiction takes place in an AU in which Geto will NEVER die (I'm still traumatised). Let's just say Gojo didn't have the heart to actually kill Geto at the end of jjk 0. Instead he left him severely wounded and walked away. That was your chance to save Geto and bring him home.

• English isn't my first language, so I might mix up some JJK terms.

tw: age gap (it's not a fanfic of mine if it doesn't have an age gap haha sorry), student x sensei/mentor/kinda father figure dynamic, violence, fight scenes, emotional rollercoaster, mentions of death, mentions of manipulation and kidnapping, humour, angst, fluff

Beta read by no one, I need female anime friends <3

backstory: You're one of Geto Sugurus scholars. Years ago he had rescued you from the humans of your village. You were able to see things they didn't, so they tried to exorcise you. You would've been dead if it hadn't been for Geto. Back then you were eight years old. Ever since then you lived with the sorcerer. He became your personal mentor, since he saw great potential in you and your cursed energy. The other two girls he rescued, Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba, were a few years younger than you. You viewed them as your sisters, but they never got as much attention and training from Geto like you did.

You were on your way home when you felt the first raindrop on your cheek. Looking up, the sky was gray, framed by orange-brown leaves on the trees lining the pavement. Autumn had finally arrived in Japan, and you felt relieved to bid farewell to this summer's heatwave. More raindrops fell, splashing on your dark blue jacket. Sighing, you opened your umbrella—this morning, the sky had been sunny and blue. Luckily, you always came prepared. The first humans hastened towards the stores, seeking shelter from the rain, hands raised over their heads. The sound of rain grew louder, amplified by the cars navigating the wet streets. You never particularly hated humans, but you didn't find them very interesting either. They simply coexisted with your world of Jujutsus and cursed energy. You didn't even resent the people in the village where you grew up. Hatred was a weighty emotion, and you enjoyed living an anger-free life. Eventually, your mentor Geto had accepted your relaxed attitude towards humans. Although you were probably the only one in his community that he allowed to have such a different opinion compared to his. You had always liked to talk back and had Geto questioning his will to actually teach and raise you a million times. But your were the strongest sorcerer your age, which was a big bonus point for you.

It was still raining when you reached home. The huge traditionally japanese mansion had space for your bedroom, Mimiko and Nanakos room and Geto's private chambers. Besides that there were many taijutsu practice rooms and guest rooms. Walking through the inner courtyard connecting various rooms via a small garden, the clacking sound of the Shishi Odoshi echoed across the space. Placing your umbrella on the wooden engawa, you removed your shoes and slid open the door to your room. Inside it was warm and cozy. The sound of the rain became quieter. You changed from your outdoor attire into comfortable indoor clothes and settled onto your futon. it didn't ake you long to feel tired. Sleep always came easily to you; you had a substantial need for it. The relaxing pitter-patter of the rain accompanied you into your dreams.

It didn't take Suguru Geto long to notice your return home. There was nothing in his house that the great sorcerer didn't know about, and the sight of the dark blue umbrella on your engawa was all too familiar. "Always prepared," he thought to himself. Geto was aware that you were likely asleep, as it was often the case on your days off. Despite it being only afternoon, your cursed technique of controlling all four elements of nature could be draining, requiring ample rest. Today it seemed like you just did a simple stroll through town, but even then, your cursed energy was always present. So the sorcerer waited another two hours before he sent Mimiko to wake you.

He had plans for you. He always had.

***

Geto could hear your footsteps long before you entered what could be described as his living room. You closed the sliding door behind you. Outside, it was still raining. Geto's gaze fixated on you instantly. The light blue Japanese kimono wrapped your figure elegantly, and your shiny hair framed your delicate face. "You called for me, Sensei?" you asked in your typically soft voice. "Yes, my dear. Sit down, please." You settled onto the tatami mat, your movements fluent and elegant. "So much like me," he thought, observing you. "I have a mission for you, y/n. There's an abandoned mall outside of Tokyo. From what my informant said, there's a cursed spirit that is powerful enough to be of great value for us." As he spoke, he turned on the andon lamp on the flat table between you two. It was already getting dark outside. You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess – you want me to bring it to you?" The sorcerer in front of you had an amused smile on his lips, his dark eyes holding a certain allure. You were different from the rest of his followers - while they would agree unquestioningly, you always dared to contradict or doubt him. And Geto allowed it- every time. "Precisely," he continued. "I can't get it myself; I'll be occupied. And I only trust you to get this done. I know you won't disappoint me." He was right. You wouldn't. If you followed his orders, you did it to his satisfaction - every time.

"I need more details, Sensei. When should I go? Where exactly is it? Should I bring Mimiko and Nanako? They could use another training session." Geto grinned at your numerous questions. You had a love for details and disliked not knowing everything about a mission. Geto ran his large hand through his raven-dark hair, a few strands falling onto his forehead. "You will go alone. Tomorrow afternoon. One of my drivers will bring you there. Capture it in the evening and come back during the night. We can't risk being seen." The golden light of the lantern flickered in your eyes. "We?" you mocked, "You won't even be there!" Geto sighed. "You couldn't let that slide, could you, y/n?" - "No chance," you answered, now grinning too. "Alright, I will take care of your cursed spirit for you. May it help you with whatever devilish plan you're coming up with next," you said, rising to leave.  Geto observed you in silence until you were almost out the door. "When did I tell you that you are dismissed already, y/n?" he asked sharply. "Oh," you retorted, wearing a hypocritically thoughtful expression, "never." You grinned and left, leaving behind your sweet scent that lingered in the air—Geto took a deep breath. Blackcurrant lychee, the same perfume he had bought you years ago.

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The mall to which Geto had sent you had been abandoned for quite a while. As you approached it, the deserted structure loomed ominously in the night, its once vibrant exterior now a faded, dreary facade against the relentless rain. The stench of dampness lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy scent of decay. The stars and the moon were shrouded in clouds, and it was raining again. Closed to the public, the mall occasionally attracted adventurous teenagers, some of whom mysteriously vanished. "Stupid mission", you grumbled to yourself, yearning for the comfort of your bed and a good book.  You swore to yourself to complain to Geto once you were back. Fucking idiot for not getting his cursed spirits by himself. But since you had decided to stay out of his other mad plans as much as possible, tasks like this one were becoming more regular for you. Finding the entrance, cordoned off with barrier tape, didn't take long. Stepping inside, a familiar tingle coursed through your stomach— the cursed spirit wasn't far. All you had to do was to follow your gut feeling. Meanwhile, you carefully looked around the mall. Smaller raindrops were dripping into bigger puddles on the ground, and many store entrances were barricaded. The eeriest thing was the flickering of some of the store neon lights. Why did they still have power? Your steps echoed on the wet floor. Maybe it was the cursed energy in the mall that made some of the lights flicker. Sneaking your way into the building, you could feel the energy of the curse grew stronger. Carefully you took out your sealing box. Capturing a curse with it was pretty easy for you. Also because Geto made your practice it a million times when you were younger. He used to have this annoying little spirit that always jumped around laughing and was incredibly hard to catch. Thinking about it made you grin-but this was neither the right place nor the right time for that. Besides, you were still a little annoyed with Geto for sending you here.

Suddenly, a strange, eerie mumbling echoed through the mall. That had to be the cursed spirit! "Of cou-course I can check the ware-warehouse for the item, which is obviously already sold out." You chuckled. Sometimes, the spirits last words were quite comical. Following the echoing sounds, you traced the spirit to a secluded corner of the mall. It was a grotesque manifestation, its malformed figure adorned with bones protruding from its mouth. Its skin bore a sickly hue of purple-turquoise, marred by blisters. Despite its repulsive appearance, you sensed its huge strength, yet nothing beyond your capabilities. The cursed spirit let out a squeak upon sighting you. "Better get this done quickly", you thought to yourself. Your power of controling the elements (fire, water, earth, air) made it easy for you to capture the curse inside the sealingbox after a short fight. Once the curse was sealed, you left the corner of the mall as quickly as possible, mainly to escape the stench of the curse still lingering in the air.

You got back to the main hall and were about to take out your cell phone to text Geto's driver-when something suddenly made you pause. The main hall of the shopping mall stretched around the corner about 30 meters in front of you. You hadn't been in this area before. And suddenly you could feel something - cursed energy? But the curse was sealed in the box in your hand, wasn't it!? The energy grew stronger. Very strong. You immediately got into a fighting stance. Whatever was so strong wouldn't let you escape anyways. Footsteps—long, deliberate—echoed in the flickering neon-lit corridor. Your heart raced with apprehension. What the hell was going on!? A figure emerged from around the corner, and you froze. A man, tall and adorned in dark, sophisticated attire, stood a few meters in front of you. He was wearing simple sunglasses, but despite that, you could see how handsome he was. His blue eyes seemed to shine through his sunglasses, and white hair framed his face. Recognition dawned on you. You had heard much about him but never encountered him in person. "Fuck," you muttered, stepping back a few paces in defense. What was HE doing here!?

"'Fuck?' the man asked, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as if contemplating what you just said. You observed him anxiously. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "Fuck? Yeah, that probably is what most women first think when they look at me!" You opened your mouth and closed it again, unable to bring out any answer. Geto had told you alot about his old friend, including that he was quite full of himself, but it seemed that you only just now understood what he really meant. It took you a few moments to compose yourself. "That's not—what I meant!", you finally defended yourself, holding the sealing box behind you defensively, anticipating any attacks from him. "Meant what? Fuck? I'm sorry love, but that's not why I'm here." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, grinning carefreely. And you? You couldn't believe it. You had never encountered a more unserious man, that was certain! And he was Geto's best friend? The contrast couldn't be more stark between the two. "You know, I'm actually here to get to know someone. I'm looking for a girl, around (your/age) years old, (your/haircolor) hair, and with a quite good curse technique", he explained. It was obvious that he was searching for you for some reason. However, the sorcerer seemed to enjoy to tease you. But you weren't having it. "Seems like you found her then", you answered grim. "Excelent! You know, I do really hate searching!" He looked genuinely happy about it, "I heard a lot about you, my dear." You swallowed. You couldn't trust him at all. Of course he was stronger than you and whatever reason brought him here, couldn't mean anything good for you.

"What would Satoru Gojo want from me?", you asked sharply, watching his every move. "Oh, you know my name already, perfect!" The urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face grew stronger inside you. "Anyways, Miss (your/lastname), here's my brilliant plan: you're gonna give me the cursed-spirit that you captured so well. And then I will kidnap you too. Agree?" He made his plan sound like it was the best thing in the world. "What- no!", you spat out, "why would I do that?!" Gojo Satoru scratched his neck again. "Because the other option would be for you to fight me. In that case, you would obviously loose. And I personally just hate fighting a pretty woman!" His dumb comments started to trigger you, prompting you to shoot a small fire ball into his direction. You'd never surrender without a fight! "Oops!", Gojo squeaked in surprise, taking a step aside. The fireball left a hole in the old storefront of a former restaurant behind him, igniting it. He watched it burn and sighed. 'That store used to have really good Kikufuku, you know?" - „I do not care!", you shouted. Gojo was incredibly irritating. „Well", he continued, „I should've known Getos golden girl won't submit to me that easily." You raised an eyebrow. "Geto's golden girl?" - "Exactly", he said, "you are his best and favourite student after all, right? That's why I'm here, y/n." You wanted to say something sassy back, but you couldn't even deny the 'best and favourite' part. Instead a new fireball started to form in your hand. You shot it towards him- faster this time, but the tall man easily dodged it. It seemed as though Gojo was enjoying your attacks.

If only you would have enough time to flee with the captured spirit! Instead Gojo continued his unbothered talking. "You were also the one to save Geto after I defeated him, right? He must mean quite alot to you. And honestly- I can't even blame you! He is incredibly smart and hot!" - "I don't need your opinion!", you shouted, sending a wave of air in his direction. Any other opponent would have been smashed against the wall, but not Gojo. He stumbled back a few steps. "Wow! You really are talented! I understand what Geto sees in you! I'm glad he didn't lose his taste after all!" - "That's none of your business either!" Did this guy ever shut up!? "Actually, it is. Geto is my best friend as much as he is my enemy. And therefore his plans concern me. And so do his students that he manipulated into staying with him." A contemptuous sound escaped you. "I enjoy my life and freedom with Geto, and so do the others!" Gojo nodded. „I knew you'd say that. In that case, show me what you got, dear! For you, I'll take off my sunglasses. Strong fighters deserve to face me without them." He put his glasses away and his blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. There was no escaping him. You couldn't defeat him. But you never surrendered either. And strangely enough, something within you sparked a sudden surge of fighting spirit. This was your mission for Geto! You always promised and delivered for your sensei, and you wouldn't stop just because blue-eyes decided to show up! „Fine, I'd rather die than hand over the curse or even myself!" You utilized your power over air to elevate yourself off the ground, hovering a few meters above it. In your hand, a flame grew, intensifying with each passing second. Fire was your strongest skill—essential for this battle. "This could've been much easier", Gojo sighed. Before you could answer, you were struck by a punch, hurling you through the air. How was he so fast? Luckily, your air-skills saved you. You threw the fireball back, and within seconds you and Gojo were engrossed in a fight. In the meantime, he kept shouting comments at you about your cursed techniques. "Aim a little further to the right!", "Yeah, you got me there!" , That was better!" - You couldn't answer his comments.  He grew stronger with each passing moment, and soon, you found yourself crashing into walls and barraged with waves of cursed energy. You stood no chance.

So, you did the last thing you could do: you secretly did a special cursed technique, anchoring the sealing box itself firmly into the ground. Geto had taught you this particular technique. It was designed in a way that only a person of your choosing could effortlessly retrieve the box from the ground- Geto in your case. It was an impossibility for anyone else since the technique was intrinsically linked to the Sorcerer's life—yours. Then all your strength left you in exhaustion. Gojo immediately pulled you toward him, your back pressed against his, his arm against your throat. "I haven't encountered such an intriguing opponent in a while", his breath brushed against your neck, "Unfortunately, you don't stand a chance against me. I will now take you and the imprisoned curse with me. But mark my words—you will grow incredibly strong one day." - "You're... not... my sensei!' you managed to utter, straining to speak with whatever breath remained in your lungs.

"That's right, but I am!" an all too familiar soft but serious voice interjected, "and now, Gojo, my old friend, could you please release my y/n? She hates being restrained like that." - „Geto!", you shouted. In the neon light, a few meters in front of you, stood your sensei. He was clad in a dark kimono, his eyes glaring sharply at Gojo behind you. The light reflected his beautiful face. „Geto, finally! It's delighting to see you!", Gojo exclaimed enthusiastically, "I knew you'd show up eventually. You can't leave your dear y/n alone after your sources have told you that I'm here too, I understand that!" - "Release her, Gojo, now!" Your sensei's expression was more determined than ever. An intense tension crackled between the two powerful men, their presence adding to the charged atmosphere. "Gladly, Geto," Gojo replied, "but I just realized you'll have to release the cursed anchor of the sealing box in the ground. Apart from y/n, only you can open it. Nice technique you taught her, by the way." For a plit second, Geto glanced at you with pride. The anchor technique was incredibly challenging to master. "The alternative is for me to kill your student, Geto," Gojo's voice turned dangerously serious. "Geto, you need that curse! Take it and leave!" you shouted. Getos gaze met yours, and his facial expression softened immediately. "Leave you?" he asked, then turned to Gojo, "I'd sooner give up everything I've achieved in my life than to leave y/n. If you want the curse that badly, Gojo, I'll hand it over!" You stared at Geto in disbelief. You knew how much your sensei had sacrificed to reach his current position—it meant everything to him! "Geto—" you managed to say, "no...!" He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. "It's alright, y/n. I've made my decision."

Suddenly, Gojo's grip around your neck eased, and you broke free, almost tumbling to the ground before Geto swiftly caught and supported you. Clinging to the fabric of his soft kimono, you caught the familiar scent of cedarwood. "Shh, it's alright", Geto reassured, his hand gently stroking your hair. A chuckle from Gojo drew your gaze upward. "So, there's still good in you, old friend", Gojo spoke surprsingly soft. "I'm sorry I had to put you both in this situation, but I needed to make sure Geto hadn't lost his old self. I needed to know if he still cared for those around him." Your eyes widened in realization. What the hell? „You didn't come here of your own accord, isn't that right, Gojo?", Geto asked him, "the council of Jujutsu sorcerers sent you."  You looked questioningly at Geto, whose gaze was fixed on Gojo. Geto continued: "Someone told the council that I would look for the curse in the old mall. So they sent you to defeat me for good." Gojo nodded. „You have a sharp mind as always, Geto. I was instructed to end your life here, in this very mall." Realization struck you: "So the council thought Geto would show up, and instead you met me! But how did you know about me anyways? You couldn't know Geto wasn't here!", you exclaimed. "You're not entirely wrong, y/n," Gojo replied. "The council had no clue that Geto sent you. But given that Geto is my best friend, I'm usually well-informed about his actions. Thus, I assumed that for a mission like this, his top student—namely you—would likely handle it. Even though Geto couldn't have known I was waiting here for you instead."

You nodded in understanding, but suddenly, Geto's hold around you tightened. "Does the council of Jujucists know that y/n is here too, Gojo?" he asked tensely, surprising you. Geto appeared nervous. "No, they're unaware," Gojo replied. "I didn't inform the council of my suspicion of meeting y/n here instead of you. That way, I could test you, Geto, by forcing you to choose between your goals and your heart", and looking at you he said: "I would've never killed you, y/n. Because that would have meant I'd have had to fight an incredibly enraged Geto - and then I might have ended up losing after all." You shook your head. "You're completely insane, Gojo Satoru." Gojo winked at you. "Well I care about my best friend's loved ones." You rose to your feet slowly, and Geto was there, lending his support as you straightened up. You brushed the dust from the earlier fight off your clothes, then looked at two special grade jujutsu sorcerers. "And what happens next? What will you tell the council, Gojo?" - "That's a smart question, y/n. And our next problem. I could never kill Geto, but even if I didn't, the council would, if I captured him instead of killing him. You grabbed Getos arm immediately. "That's not an option!", you stated. "I know, dear. But the councils has spies anywhere, so they definitely know that I've met Geto here in the mall. And by now, they probably know about you y/n too. The only solution is for you two to leave this place immediately. Hide from the council until they  give up searching for you", Gojo said, seemingly unhappy with the situation.

Geto took a step infront of you. "I won't drag y/n into fleeing and hiding from the council with me! It's dangerous and only I am responsible for my current situation!" His voices conveyed a deep seriousness. Gojo nodded understandably. "Then I'll take y/n with me, back to Tokyo Jujutsu High School. I'll tell the council that you manipulated y/n and that she's entirely innocent. And that I didn't have the physical strength to defeat you, but instead freeded y/n. This way, she can stay safe until the council stops their hunt for you." Geto nodded immediately in agreement, whilst your eyes widenend. "No!", you shouted, "I'll stay with Geto! I don't care if they chase us!" Gojo looked at you with pity. Suddenly you all heard a noise from the other side of the mall. "Geto, you need to leave! Someone's coming!", Gojo spoke hurriedly. "No, Geto no!", you pleaded, "no sensei abandons their student!" Geto leaned down to you, his expression a blend of sorrow and determination. "Listen, y/n," he spoke softly, "you're no longer just my student. I'm not your sensei anymore. You've surpassed me in wisdom and kindness. You're more than my equal now." He delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gorgeously dark gaze meeting your watery eyes. "What I mean, y/n, is that you deserve a life free from the dangers I've attracted. As I'll be hunted, I want you to be safe. I trust Gojo to protect you until I return." Tears streamed down your face, making you speechless. Another sound echoed from the mall, but Geto remained composed as he continued: "You'll go with Gojo. Train at Jujutsu High School. Grow stronger, and we'll meet again. I'm certain." His words were clear, leaving no room for an argument. You nodded, sniffling, "I'll miss you terribly. Please take care." Geto nodded back, a soft smile gracing his lips. Gently tucking your hair behind your ear, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead before nudging you toward Gojo, who put an arm around you immediately.

As Geto stood up, he glanced at Gojo, "Take care of y/n. Without her, I'd be devoid of my humanity." - "I promise," Gojo affirmed. You brushed away your tears, whispering, "I'll make you proud, Geto." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've surpassed that already, my love," he smiled warmly. Suddenly, the screech of an eagle pierced through the broken ceiling of the mall. In the next moment, it lifted Geto off the ground, perching him on its back. "Goodbye, y/n", Geto spoke softly. The eagle let out another cry and soared into the sky. The silhouette of Geto atop the eagle diminished until it vanished into the night. You gripped Gojo's hand, tears still cascading down your cheeks. "It's okay," Gojo murmured, "I'll stay by your side until better days arrive. And until then I have just the right classmates for you to help you find your new way at Jujutsu High." You gazed at him questioningly through the wet lashes of your tears. "What do you mean by that?", you asked suspiciously, "I don't think anyone would want to be friends with someone who was with a villain for that long." Upon the Jujutsu Sorcerer's lips, there appeared a subtle yet discernible grin. "I currently have three students- one of them had an aweful father- and the other one, well, ate his villain. So I think you'll be good." You stared at Gojo. That man was always good for a surprise it seemed. "Ate...him?", you asked in disbelief. Gojos grin was now clearly visible on his face. "Exactly. You see? I'm sure Getos golden girl-", he winked at you, "will fit in just fine!"

[bitchapalooza]

"Who is she?"

Zoro cracked an eye open. "Hah?" He grumbled. "You're blocking the sun, twirly brows. Move it."

Instead of receiving a remark back, Zoro got something rudely shoved in his face instead. He repelled the cook's hands away with his own. "Well? Who is she, mosshead?"

Zoro squinted his eyes, nose scrunched as he darted from the blond to the bounty poster and photograph taken back in Water 7 before their departure. Closely focusing his sleepless eyes he finally saw what the cook was talking about. He shrugged, seeing no issue in the matter.

"Franky thought it was overexposure or something when copying the film at first but then she showed up in the other photos." Zoro's gaze lazily trailed off to the railing of the Sunny, where Usopp and Luffy were fishing(but not catching a single bite—a repeat of yesterday). There an apparition sat, a girl only Zoro has been gifted to see. She relaxed on the railing next to the boys, semi translucent, an aspect about her that has always screwed with Zoro's mind, being able to see through her and all, as foggy and unclear as it is.

"You know her." Sanji boldly claimed. Zoro shut his eyes and relaxed back onto his folded arms. "She's always around you."

"Cook," The name fell from his mouth like molasses. "You implying I got a ghost girl following me around? Do you know how stupid you sound right now? Well stupider than usual..."

Sanji tsked.

'It's fine, Zoro.' The swordsman flinched as within seconds Kuina appeared in his ear. 'I think I trust these people. I don't think they would call you crazy.'

Zoro cracked one eye open to peer at the girl. The forever thirteen year old girl. Sometimes she appeared normal. Other times she had a gnarly bloody gash on her forehead. Today, though, she was normal. As healthy looking as she was before she died.

"She's here with us, isn't she?"

"Why are you so interested in the ghost girl?" Zoro grunted.

'I have a name you, ass!' Zoro ignored her outburst.

"No. She's not here. Now leave."

Kuina stamped her foot. 'Roronoa Zoro! Stop lying!'

"She's taking a ghost shit. Lose it, perv cook." He ignored the offended gasp.

"Oh shut up, moss, I know you're lying. She's here and I'm right."

Zoro shifted, his bottom feeling numb. 'Tell Sanji I wish I could eat his cooking. It looks delicious!'

Zoro rolled his eyes. He sat up and hauled himself to his feet with a grunt. "I'm not saying shit for you."

"AHA!" Sanji exclaimed a finger pointed directly at him. Luffy, Usopp, and Robin turned from their spots on the deck to the shouting chef. "I knew it! The ghost girl is here!"

'Tell him, Zoro! Tell him his food looks yummy! Dad's cooking was always so bland and boring, always something with rice. The pork cutlet he made last week was soooooo good looking, you describing it's taste made my mouth water—and I don't even have spit or an appetite anymore!'

As Kuina rambled Zoro stamped off, agitated at the attention he was suddenly getting. He just wanted a good nap in the sun, not a damn probing session.

Kuina showed up several months after she died. He had been training in the heavy rain when he saw her looking out the window, just staring. From the room that contained her sword, there she stood. For days he thought he'd just gone insane with grief and delirium, barely sleeping enough to be considered a healthy amount for a ten year old. But then one day she lashed out. Angry at her father for talking about her like that, even after she was gone. She got so mad. So so mad. In her angry state her shrine shook, vase of flowers falling, photo cracking, candle and incense blowing out. There was no wind, no earthly tremors, only a pissed off girl—Zoro believed she was real from then on. He wouldn't tell Koushirou, he just thought there was a weird isolated earthquake and didn't ask any further question. Zoro began to talk with her like normal again. While they couldn't quite train together she did give him pointers here and there, telling him how to improve his skills when before she wouldn't share anything, let the younger boy find it out himself.

'It would be nice if I could talk to people again.'

Zoro wiped the sweat from his brows with his own shirt. "You talk to me." Way too much, Zoro neglected to add.

'Other people,' Kuina clarified. 'I know I was considered a quiet kid when I was alive but sometimes it's nice to talk. It fills the silence. Makes me...'

"Feel alive again?" Kuina nodded. Zoro put the weights away and faced his friend. "Do you seriously want me to tell everyone? I mean... It's not like they'll magically be able to see or hear you."

Kuina shrugged. 'So? At least they'll know I'm here.'

Good point.

"Fine," He sighed, easily swayed, picking the weights back up for another round. "Later then. After dinner. But I'm not making it a whole thing! I'll just say you're here and get on with it!"

Kuina wasn't listening anymore. She was excitedly rambling, loudly fantasizing about the possibility of socializing with someone other than the grumpy sourpuss that is Zoro.

He could sense the soft hum of Wado Ichimonji, leaning up against the crows nest wall, gleeful just like the spirit attached.

[writing-whump]

Hi Sol! I was really interested to see Isaiah's reaction to learning about the car accident and I wondered if he is suppressing some of his emotions about it? Any chance for a little fic seeing him feeling more upset than he's showing Arnie, and maybe getting sick over it? Could he go to Seline for comfort? Thank you as always for your wonderful writing!

Oh, he is definitely suppressing his emotions very much. This is a great idea, thank you, Lis!

Have some stress sick Isaiah with Seline as caretaker.

Stress sick

Isaiah came home to an empty apartment.

After the chaos and excitement on the full streets and then the whole mission of getting Arnie home giving him focus, the silence was deafening.

He braced himself with his back against the table, suddenly strangely out of sorts at what to do.

There was no one to greet. There was no one to rescue.

There was no one to keep appearances for.

He blinked a few times. His chest felt numb as it did when he experienced something upsetting and had to keep functioning, letting the mask of calmness and the ice cover him enough to do it.

It had been like that for years, since his Executioner training with father. He still found it useful.

But the reality of what Arnie told him...of them both in a car accident....of Hector so tired of healing to the point he was sleeping it off for days already...Arnie getting migraines since he was 13...basically since Isaiah left...could it be related, could that been his doing? And why didn't they call him right away when they had a crash? Why wasn't he there?

Could he really just have lost them...in an unnoticed, mundane moment of a car crash? Gone from one moment to the next through something he couldn't prevent, that he didn't know of, wasn't even there?

Unexpected death.

There was a hole in his stomach at the thought, at the reminder.

The way their mother died. The apartment smelled of her life, her nightgown draped on the bed, the teacup she drank from just a few hours ago in the living room. The handbag she forgot on the table. Just...gone.

Isaiah felt his knees wobbling, leaning more into the table to keep himself upright. His stomach clenched together like a fist, like it wanted to shrivel up inside him.

Just as he felt the nausea crawling up the back of his throat, the door opened.

"Isaiah! You home?" Seline whirled inside, shrugging off her shoes and coat in her hurry to get to him. "You won't believe what happened today!"

She found him in the kitchen, a bright smile on her face. It didn't fit the reality in Isaiah's mind at all.

"You know the abstract for the article that I made you read? It got accepted! I was chosen as one of the speakers at the conference!" Her eyes were sparkling with joy and pride, going from stormy blue to sea blue of a sunny morning.

"I'm going to present my research in Czech Republic!" She crashed into him, hugging him around the neck. He bend down to let her, wrapping his arms around her in return.

Seline pressed a kiss against his lips, leaning away. "Can you believe it? I was there last year at the conference and now I'm actually contributing to it."

Her arms went down his back and pushed herself against him, squeezing his stomach in the process. It gurgled at the pressure, tightening.

Isaiah's shoulders hitched as his cheeks blew out with air, but he managed to stiffle it. His stomach cramped and he did his best to not double over, but the flood of emotion and pain were still out there. This caught him off guard.

Seline looked up at him, smile still dazzling and ignorant in her delight, kissing him. Deeply.

A rush of bubbles went up his throat and he couldn't react quickly enough, his lips pried open by hers. The burp rushed right out between their mouths.

He jumped away from her in panic, pressing his hand against his mouth. Too late. "God, excuse me- I'm-" He burped again, his stomach sloshing angrily with the heavy lunch he had before everything went to hell.

Seline watched him in confusion, pressing her hand against her lips. Her cheeks turned pink as she stared at him. Her eyes went wide.

Isaiah was mortified beyond his worst nightmares. He just burped into her mouth as she was kissing him.

"I'm so sorry, Seline, I-" Isaiah turned his back to her, not being able to stand her gaze. He gripped one of the chairs hard for support. He felt woozy from the horror and his stomach was cramping hard, sending out another string of muffled burps.

"It's okay," she said, sounding dazed. "I'm sorry, I didn't- what's wrong? Do you feel sick?"

"I- I just-" He doubled over the chair, squeezing his eyes shut. The nausea was climbing up his throat and his stomach felt bloated, pressing against his button up and pants and suit and he just did the most unthinkable thing and the accident happened and he-

Another loud wet burp snuck its way out of his throat, announcing a pressing need for the bathroom.

He stumbled towards it, feeling drunk. Sweat sprang up on his skin, his clothes gluing themselves to him immediately.

He knelt down in front of the toilet, opening his mouth. His stomach felt so full, pushing up gas. All the food he ate was sloshing and churning angrily in his belly as it clenched.

The next burp echoed through the whole bathroom as it hit the tiles.

Then he felt cold careful hands on his nape. "Baby. You are feeling sick, aren't you. Poor thing."

Isaiah belched loudly into the toilet. "Go away, please. I don't want you-"

"Shhhh. I'm not going anywhere. You can't expect me to leave you alone like this."

For some reason that had his eyes burning. "I'm sorry, I'm so gross, I-"

"You can't help it. It's alright, nothing happened. I should have noticed sooner. I can be so stupid sometimes."

"No, you are not," he spat into the bowl, panting for breath. "I'm really happy for you, that's amaz-" He shut his eyes as a wave of nausea rolled through him, groaning quietly inside his mouth.

Seline tugged at the collar of his suit jacket. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

Isaiah didn't feel like he could lift his head up. His stomach was churning up a storm and he felt like he could throw up any second. So he let her pull his suit off, one arm at a time.

She even left to put it on rack so it wouldn't get wrinkled, which had appreciative warm spreading over him. He should have thought of that too, that was a suit he really liked.

Seline returned quickly, kneeling down at his side and went to work on unbuttoning his shirt. Her next move was to unzip his pants.

Isaiah felt himself reddening at that. His stomach ballooned out immediately and he sighed in relief as the pressure eased off.

Seline kissed his temple, her hand scratching his sweaty back over the open shirt. "What brought this on? Did you eat something bad?"

He swallowed back the flood of saliva, leaning his forehead against the rim of the toilet. That had her folding up a towel, gently lifting his head up so she could put it under his face to cushion it.

"Just-" he burped loudly, wincing at the sound, "just stress. I'm being so lame, I'm sorry-"

"Don't you apologize for having feelings," she said sternly. "You went out with Arnie today, right? Did it not go well?"

"It was- it was fine, we had fun," he spit up some residual drool, tensing under her hand as another cramp hit him. "Arnie...Arnie told me- they were in a car accident. Three-three days ago." It felt even worse saying it out loud.

Her hand rubbed steady circles on his back. He followed the sensation internally, trying to get the words out. "They had- they almost died. Hector had been recovering from healing- and Arnie could have- can you imagine if he was the one-?" Isaiah wrapped his hands around his stomach as it twisted. It felt like being stabbed with a bunch of knives right in the middle.

Seline brushed his sweaty black hair behind his ear.

"And-and I couldn't- I didn't- when would I have found out? Why didn't they call me- what if-" He gagged at the words, once and twice, stomach slamming against his ribs.

Seline pressed her face against his shoulderblades on the left and he felt a bit reassured by the contact, but the words still ushered up a string of burps. Each was a little wetter at the end and his stomach was still twisting from the knives, the nausea unbearably high. He felt like he was drowning as he burped up some more bile.

"Shhhhh. But they are alright. It's over. You don't have to be afraid of what could have happened, because it already didn't."

He wanted to nod, he wanted to accept that, find any comfort in it, but he burped up a mouthful of acid and bile instead, shuddering.

"I could have lost them," he whined, his head buried in the bowl. He couldn't imagine himself being more gross and for once he didn't care. The panic, the sense of loss and fear constricted his chest.

Her hand on his back stilled, changing directions. It wasn't just a rub. Now it was gentle patting against his upper back. "Let it out, baby. You will feel better."

As if that was the permission he needed to hear, he burped, his whole body heaving as it brought up a small amount of liquid. It started the process alright, his stomach clenching and uncleching as he projectile vomited his whole lunch into the bowl.

He heaved and heaved, thick chunky waves of food and liquid. Seline rubbed his back the whole time, her touch something to focus on as he lost control of his body. His back arched with the strength of the heaves.

He burped up a few more liquid mouthfuls before slumping down against the folded towel in exhaustion. He whined quietly as his stomach still cramped. "I don feel good."

Seline lifted herself on her knees to reach the sink, letting the water run. Then she bend down over him, her hands wet with cold water, putting them against his cheek. "Shhh. I know baby, I know. I'm so sorry. You will feel better in a minute."

As if to prove her wrong, he gagged emptily, turning his head back towards the toilet in time to burp up another wave of liquid.

He heaved and heaved, retasting all the dessert and soup all over, reaching all the way to his breakfast.

He felt her palms against his back as she leaned into him, murmuring little nothings in his ear. "You are doing so well. Almost over. Everything is okay."

After what felt like eternity of heaving, spitting and gagging, he finally felt like he could unwrap his hands from his middle, the knives melting into a puddle of sharp bubbling rocks in his gut.

He folded his hands on the toilet, blowing up some more burps to the side, away from her.

Seline kissed the side of his face still, like he wasn't the most disgusting display of man she had ever seen. Then she planted a kiss into his hair at the back fo his head. "All better now. Think we could get back to the room? We should get you out of these, darling."

Isaiah let her push him away from the toilet, feeling spend and empty and thankfully not as nauseous anymore. His stomach still hurt, in the relaxed way after puking when it felt like it was punched and his throat was burning and tasted like burned potatoes. "Ugh."

She wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling him up and he followed the movement. They stumbled out of the bathroom a little unsteadily, but her clear sense of direction helped him navigate.

They were both panting as they finally flopped down on his bed. She stripped him off his open shirt and pants, looking through his neatly organised cupboard. "Do you have anything lose fitting and comfy at all?"

He let himself fall to the side on the bed, grateful for how cold and soft the cushions were. "No," he said with a quiet snort.

Seline shook her head in exasperation. "At least I know what kind of gift you need now." She put the covers over him, then crawled into the bed beside him to press herself against his back.

"How are you feeling?"

Feeling her warmth and scent behind him, he closed his eyes. "Messed up. Tired. Very embarrassed tomorrow."

She kissed the back of his neck at that. "Scratch that off the to-do-list. It's okay. It's just me."

Her hand rested on top of his shoulder before running gently down to his elbow and back up. He sighed, melting under her fingers.

He could almost sleep, before another thought had his stomach dropping painfully. "Arnie is having migraines," he said quietly.

Seline propped herself up on her elbow to get a view of his face. "Since then?"

"Since he was 13. Or 12." He took a shuddering breath. "Probably since I left."

They were silent for a long minute.

"You can't blame yourself for that. It didn't have to be you. He lost his mother, he is human in a very competive wolf pack, he-"

"He had enough going on without me leaving them both on top," he said with a quiet sob. How was he supposed to live with that? That he caused the kid so much pain?

"I thought I was helping. I thought getting rid of father would put them both-" he took another quick breath, stomach gurgling loudly. Another small burp got out. He felt like he could start throwing up all over again.

"Shhhhh," her hand was in his hair again, pressing herself even closer to him from behind. "It wasn't your fault. You did the best you could about an awful situation that had no right answers. And you know why there wasn't any right solution?"

He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth, gagging emptily against it. "No?"

"Because it wasn't your fault. It wasn't your responsibility. You were all children, it wasn't the job of either of you to save the other. There was nothing more or better or right that you could have done. All three of you had it hard." She wrapped her hands around his chest. "Impossibly hard."

He sagged back against the bed, curling into himself. He reached for her hands, pushing them against his racing heart, as if she could keep him together. His fingers intertwined with hers.

"Hold me like this?" he whispered.

Her grip on his hands tightened. "Always."

[tinybeetiny]

I will always protect you: C.B

Yandere!BeomgyuxBullied!Fem!Reader

I was watching this horror movie and got the idea for this…. This has some…. Heavy topics…. But it’s my first Yandere (if you can even call it that... i really tried) ☺️ please skip if you feel uncomfortable and PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS

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CW: strong language, heavy depictions of bullying, kidnapping, violence, mentions of death, blood, spitting, please let me know if I forgot anything

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“Oh, look what we have here” Your body freezes and your heart begins to race. How much more of this can you take? Park Sunyoung, ironic right? (her name literally means kindhearted) You don’t really remember when the bullying started but it’s been YEARS of torture. Hair pulling, slapping, stealing your money, your clothes, your homework, everything. No one helps you; no one ever looks in your direction. Of course not, her father was some powerful rich politician which meant she could do whatever she wanted, and she did. “Oh, come on (y/n), didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s not nice to ignore people when they’re talking to you” she sneers as she rounds your desk and perches herself on the side. You do nothing but stare down at your hands in your lap. You let out a yelp when she grabs a fistful of your hair bringing her face close to yours “Are you deaf bitch?” “Sunnie, Beomgyu just got here!” One of her little friends whispered. Sunyoung released her grip and stood up “Well. How does my hair look? Give me a mirror.”

Choi Beomgyu was from an equally powerful family and just as popular so of course people saw them as a power couple, but as popular as Beomgyu was he didn't really hang out with anyone. Sure he has his friends and he's super friendly to everyone but he was always so quiet. Wherever he went he always had headphones in and Sunyoung was not far behind him, always pining for his attention. She never really got it by boy oh boy did she try. She would leave a couple buttons undone and her uniform skirt would be a little more hiked up than usual but still, he would never spare her a single glance. Today she was determined to get him to pay attention to her.

"Beomie, there you are!" Her voice filled the halls as she tried to catch up to him, but he didn't hear her, his music too loud."Beomie wait" She called after him, but he was too far at this point. Frustrated, she stomped back to her classroom to take out her frustrations on her personal punching bag. "Oh Sunnie! How did it go?" one of her friends perked up when she slammed open the sliding door "I didn't even get to talk to him because I was too late." She stalked her way over to you as you tried to subconsciously hide yourself but of course it didn't work "If this bitch wasn't being so difficult then I would've been able to keep an eye on the time" She spit in your face. How was this your fault? You were here first. You didn't even say anything. All you did was move to this stupid city, to this stupid school. You didn't even know why she targeted you, it's like she woke up one day and decided that she hated you. Suddenly your mouth started moving before your brain could stop you "I didn't even do anything; you came up to me" You quietly said looking down "The fuck did you just say to me?" her voice going real quiet but stops when your homeroom teachers walks in but you know you're not off the hook.

The whole day you kept looking over your shoulder for Sunyoung and her little group knowing that any minute they could come. By the end of the school day, your guard was still up wondering what was going on. You decided to skip cram and head straight home hoping you could evade the punishment waiting so patiently for you. Walking down the steps in front of the school you almost breathed a sigh of relief until a hand grabbed your hair dragging you to the back of the school where the dumpsters are. You couldn’t see your attacker but you had a very good guess of who it was. You tried to kick and scratch yourself free but nothing worked. You’re thrown onto the dusty ground and six pairs of shoes surround you “So you want to get mouthy huh?” Daeun sneered. You looked up to see the six girls glaring down at you. "You hurt poor Sunyoung's feelings" Cheonsa pouted, wrapping her arms around the little leader of their "gang?". Deji walked up and snatched your hair again forcing you to look up "She was sulking all day. The sadness just brewing" It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at the sentence "What do you have to say for yourself?" ChoHee asked crossing her arms in front her chest.

You sit on your knees, the little rocks digging painfully into your skin and your scalp starts to sting with how hard Deji is gripping your hair. Sunyoung walks up to you and squats down so that she's at eye level with you "Are you gonna say sorry? First, you ignored me, then you ruined my chance to talk to Beomie, and then you hurt my feelings without an apology." Her face held a look of hurt that was so obviously fake. You flinch slightly when she harshly grabs your face with her hand and squeezes your cheeks "Jeez look at her girls. So pathetic" Her tone was so condescending that it made something in you snap. Next thing you know spit was flying from your mouth and landed right smack in the middle of her face. The realization of what you did hit a little too late only when her screams filled the air did you fully comprehend what had just happened. "UGH you nasty little bitch" She wiped her face with her hand and with that same spit-covered hand she sent a hard slap across your cheek.

You don't know how long you've been laying there 2-3 hours? In reality, it had only been 15 minutes. The feeling of their punches, kicks, and slaps still lingers everywhere. Your body screams in pain as you attempt to push yourself off the ground. It takes several attempts until you're able to somewhat stand up, not very stable but you're up. You limp your way to the front of the school and slump down against one of the pillars at the entrance. Your legs ache as you bring them up to you, wrapping your arms around them and placing your head on your knees. You just want to rest for a little bit until you feel strong enough to go home. You may look absolutely wrecked but you definitely didn't let them walk away without a scratch. You're pretty sure you pulled a couple clumps of hair out and a few of them have quite a few bruises. You really wish you knew what you did to make Sunyoung hate you so much because you really cannot recall ever being any type of way with her, no mean words, no disrespectful actions. It's like she woke up one random Thursday morning and decided you were the spawn of satan. Ever since that day, people avoided you so that they didn't have to meet her wrath as well. So it wasn't a surprise to you when the handful of students who still lingered outside left your presence unacknowledged, bruised and all.

"Hey (y/n)" You looked up from your knees to find Beomgyu standing in front of you. "Oh. Hey Beomgyu" You look up startled by the sudden voice, a little shocked that he was talking to you. In the years that you've known him you shared 10 words with him. "Are you okay? You look pretty bad." He pointed out "Gee thanks. What every girl wants to hear" you spit out sarcastically. Usually, you wouldn’t talk to anyone like this but considering the circumstances… but Beomgyu doesn’t seem to notice or care in fact he squats down to your eye level examining your face. Your eyes widen in shock when his thumb brushes over the cut on your lip “W-what are you doing” you stutter pulling away from him. His own eyes widen when he realizes what he’s doing and snatches his hand back “Sorry. I didn’t mean to” “It’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it I guess” The whole interaction with him made you feel a little uneasy, not because he was acting but because you were anxious that Sunyoung and her little gang might still be lingering around. "Um not to be rude or anything but I really don't think we should be talking right now" You mumble out before returning your head to its cozy home on your knees "Why's that?" he questioned not really understanding what you meant "Doesn't Sunyoung have her claim on you or whatever" Your voice is a little muffled but he heard your words loud and clear. "Who? Oh, that girl who's always following me around? I've only ever spoken to her once" HIs face scrunched up in confusion. Your head shot up with a look of confusion matching his "What?! Really?" "Yeah... I only know her name because my friends tease me about her all the time" He has a look of distaste etched onto his face. He is quite disgusted honestly. There was absolutely no way he would ever associate himself with that awful girl. Your confusion only grew, with all the talks of them being the "power couple" you figured he would look a little less... disturbed "Wow... the more you know" He only shrugs in response before giving you a small smile and walking away.

A few days went by Sunyoung was nowhere to be found. Her family goes on quite a few vacations so no one really noticed her absence. Only when a week went by did suspicions rise and they raised even more when her friends went missing as well. Numerous rumors went around, some good, some bad, and some utterly ridiculous. The most popular rumor was that they went to go debut together but when all of their parents showed up at the school it was quickly squashed. A few more weeks went by and they still haven’t been found. A part of you hoped that nothing bad happened but a bigger part of you was happy that you didn't deal with their tormenting every day. The talks of their disappearances didn't die down, still flowing through the halls with ease. You didn't understand how people could talk about one topic for so long but it is the biggest thing that's happened at your school in quite a while.

Over the past couple of weeks, Beomgyu has been talking to you a lot more which confused you as well as everyone else around you. But after very hesitantly giving him your number you learned that you both had a lot in common. He started to slowly become your first friend at the school. After a few more weeks Sunyoung and her friends were no longer the talk of the school. It was sad to say but even their parents weren't really looking for them anymore. It was quite unsettling how everyone just went back to normal but you didn't want to question it, as bad as you felt about it you were just happy you didn't have to look over your shoulder anymore. You've been able to focus on your schoolwork more and your teachers are a lot happier seeing your grades improve. You've been going to cram every day instead of running home to hide. This particular night Beomgyu decided to join you. Walking out of the school the dark night sky greeted you "Hey (y/n). I can't help but notice that you look a lot happier these days" He beamed his pace matching yours "Eh yeah a little bit. I feel more free than anything" He doesn't say anything for a moment not really knowing how to express his words. You stop walking when you notice he's not next to you anymore and when you look over your shoulder he's standing a few feet behind looking down at his shoes "Beomgyu? Are you okay?" You ask making your way toward him. He nods still not looking up "Do you um. Do you trust me?" His question takes you aback. You haven't really known him for that long so it's hard to say, he's never given you a reason not to but you're still very weary of people "Um I don't know, why?" When he looks up he has a very serious expression which starts to worry you a little bit "It's just that we've been getting a lot closer and I am starting to care for you quite a bit. There's um there's something I want to show you but I need to know if you trust me or not" His face softens a little and you think about his words. You stare at him momentarily, sure you both have gotten pretty close in the last month but how are you supposed to know how genuine he is? The look in his eyes tells you otherwise and you think that maybe just this once you can trust someone "Okay, I trust you" you nod at him watching as his face lights up "What is it that you want to show me?" He gives you a bright smile before taking your hand "Follow me"

You had been walking through the woods for almost an hour now and you were starting to get a bad feeling "Beomgyu... are you going to kill me?" He paused at your words and whipped his head around to look at you "No! Never. I would never do anything like that to you. Ever" Your eyes widen slightly at his intensity "Um okay" "Don't worry we're almost there" He reassures. After five more minutes of walking you come across an abandoned building of some sort and that bad feeling comes back but when Beomgyu slides his warm hand in yours it starts to dissipate a little "This is where I come when I need to be alone... which is most of the time" He chuckles and you can't help but smile at the sound. He moves to open the door and the sight behind it is something you definitely were not expecting.

Screams filled the air, but no one could hear them, not this far out in the woods. “(Y/N) HELP ME PLEASE!” You feel frozen in your spot and your stomach turns at the sight in front of you. Sunyoung was bruised and bloodied but most importantly hanging from one other beams on the ceiling. “B-beomgyu… what. What is this?” You stutter turning to face him. His face was calm, a small smile etched on his face “It’s for you my love!” Your face etched into horror when you look into his empty eyes “Why? This, this isn’t right” You feel your chest tighten the more you watch her struggle “Why not? For years she tormented you. Years of insults, years of physical abuse, years of her taking from you. Aren’t you tired of it? This is the only way” he says "No. You can't just do this to people" You try and reason with him but his eyes are so calm, so distant. Something about his energy made you squirm. Who knew he was capable of this? You looked up to where Sunyoung was hanging by her wrists and thought back to every time she pulled your hair, pushed you down, tripped you, took your money, dumped milk on you. Then you start to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, with her out the wa- no, no this wasn't right. She may be a bitch but no person deserved this.

You look over to the corner of the room and see two of Sunyoung's friends lying lifeless. Sickness fills your stomach and you feel like you're going to pass out. You look back to Beomgyu who's just standing idle, glaring at the bound girl in front of you two. He's different. He's not the same Beomgyu that silently walks through the halls. he's not the same Beomgyu who studies more than he talks to others, he's not the same Beomgyu who was the sweetest person in the school. No, this Beomgyu sent terrifying shivers down your spine. He always seemed so normal, calm, and collected. Where was all of this coming from?!

Little did you know it's ALWAYS been this way. You never noticed the way he would look at you in the hallways, you never noticed the glares he would send anyone who got too close to you, you never noticed the way he would follow you home every single day, and you never noticed when he would watch you through your bedroom window for hours on end. All those times you felt someone watching you or felt eyes constantly on your back, it was him. He was obsessed with you. It started off with a small crush, maybe that's why Sunyoung started to hate you. He rejected her so she thought that if her and her little group bullied you that you would seem less desirable. But oh no, she didn't realize the target she had put on her back.

His sudden hand on your shoulder makes you jump "Don't worry my love, I would never hurt you. Not like the filth at school. I love you. I would do anything for you! You deserve to be loved, doted on, cared for. I can do those things for you. I will always take care of you. I will always love you” he took a step towards you, leaning so his forehead was placed against yours

“I will always protect you”

[kanene-yaaay]

In Between Feathers and Smiles

Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.

Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.

Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.

[~*~]

Tio Phil had a nice place.

Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.

But today… They was tired.

So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky. 

Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore. 

If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.

Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants. 

From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.

“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”

That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.

“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it. 

It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity. 

“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.” 

It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.

A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”

A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words. 

“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”

The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner. 

There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.

“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”

Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.

Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn’t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed. 

He was a good egg (literally).

That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.

Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not. 

Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately. 

All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.

It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.

Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.

Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.

… Nah, he would rather die.

Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it. ‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.

Hm. 

Interesting.

He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.

A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.

(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)

Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.

Philza held back a snort.

They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him. 

Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.

He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.

“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”

A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second. 

Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said. 

Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.

“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”

The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.

“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”

Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.

“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D” 

Another sign. 

“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”

To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.

This nestling…

“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”

Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.

“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”

It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something. 

They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.

Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment. 

Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.

(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)

“Do you like it?” Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.

“Good to know, king.”

They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention. 

“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D” 

Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…

A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots. 

Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.

It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however. 

“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.” 

“You could attack with them? 0-0”

“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”

At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air. 

Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.

Hm.

“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”

Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles. 

The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.

“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”

Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air. 

“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying  me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”

Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?

He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later. 

For now, he had a kid to distract.

“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”

“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”

The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.” 

Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.” 

With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.

“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.” 

Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks. 

“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling  kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter. 

She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.

Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine. 

He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.

“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”

His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again. 

It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.

An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.

“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”

The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition. 

Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.

(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)

Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile. 

Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.

Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up. 

It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life. 

Hm. 

Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.

A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.

“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words. 

Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.

“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”

There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set. 

Who knows, who knows.

And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.

[pinkiepiebones]

Passing this question back to you, how do you think Renfield felt after he was freed from Dracula and how did he cope (or not) ?

Terrified.

The day after Dracula's demise hordes of three-letter agencies descended on the apartment complex and the Lobo's estate to try to ascertain what the fuck had happened. Rebecca had sensed something like that happening and, after she and Robert revived his codependents group, she had driven Robert to his place so he could pack some things. "You're gonna crash with me a while," she said. It wasn't a question.

He picked up his Welcome mat and threw it down to the pile of Lobo and police bodies three stories down. His packing was rushed, but practiced. He had to learn how to flee places in a hurry over the decades. He had to learn how to move with blood sticking to his skin and wounds oozing. He had to learn to watch his hands move as a terrible voice roared in his head and claws wormed into his sinew. He turned to leave and startled at the sight of Rebecca sitting on his sofa.

"Dude, you took like three seconds." She frowned. "Did you just shove some shit in a grocery bag?" She stood, shaking her head. "C'mon big guy, let's try to not panic, okay?"

Robert nodded, obedient.

Rebecca found his backpack- not in use, sitting empty on the shelf in his closet, purchased because it made him smile (it was made to look as though it had been fashioned from sunny quilt blocks). Rebecca spoke gently, now, guiding him to pack three of most of his articles of clothing for the time being. There was no way to tell how long the investigations would take. "And we can always buy you more stuff," she added. She recounted a time when Kate had been packing for some trip in high school and their father had joked about the overpacking. "He said, 'funny how stores cease to exist when you travel, huh?' because she was gonna be gone for a week but she had like six suitcases..."

Robert nodded, attentive.

The ride back to Rebecca's house was quiet. Robert watched her most of the drive. He clambered out of the passenger seat and grabbed his backpack and followed her inside.

Rebecca guided him while telling him about her small house. He looked at the pictures on the wall in the hallway. He studied the lives inside the frames. Then he followed Rebecca into the guest room.

"You," she said as he neared, "need a shower. So do I, probably, but, y'know, age before beauty or whatever. I gotta go check the heater, so, uh." She spread her hands. "Make yourself at home, roomie."

Robert set his bag on the guest bed and stood in the middle of the room, the muffled sounds of suburbia beyond the heavy curtains overwhelming his senses. How often he had hunted in just such a world, how often those sounds- lawnmowers and dogs and children- had simply meant 'Master's meals.' He pressed a hand to his mouth to suppress a scream and the wave of nausea that hit him.

Your sole purpose in life is to serve me.

Robert swallowed his guilt and his self hatred and ventured back out into Rebecca's house.

Rebecca jumped when she turned to find Robert standing behind her.

"Fuck!"

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked at him, scrutinizing. "I dunno, this thing's just getting on in years."

"I meant, uh, in general?" He smiled. "How can I be of service?"

"No."

"No?"

Rebecca stormed past him. "You are not replacing him with me, don't even start down that path."

Robert chuckled nervously. "Oh, I didn't mean-"

Rebecca turned back and took Robert's hands in hers. "I know you didn't mean it. But you gotta know that this codependency stuff is going to keep messing with you, right? So, just-" She squeezed his hands. "You keep yourself from trying to be servanty, okay? I'm a big girl, I've been takin' care of myself a long time. You only have to serve you, got it?"

Robert felt tears sting his eyes.

"I don't know how to do this. God knows I'm trying, but now that he's gone, his voice isn't in my head, I can finally hear my own thoughts, and..." Robert gently pulled away from Rebecca.

"All I can think about is him."

His friend nodded. "I mean, we did just chop him up and mix him in cement and dump him into the sewer. I'm thinking about him too." She smiled and patted his arm. "C'mon, let's get the last of his blood offa you, maybe that'll help."

Rebecca had an idea; instead of Robert taking a shower, she offered to help him wash his hair as he took a bath, and he was glad for it. He felt a bit silly sitting in her tub, his long legs bent and a towel shoved around his waist for his sense of modesty, but that silly feeling ebbed as the warmth of the water around him seeped into his tired bones and Rebecca carefully leaned over to scrub at his hair with something that smelled like chamomile and lavender. He damn near purred at the sensation of her blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and her calloused fingers winding through his hair. He leaned his head back so she could pour a cup of water on his head to rinse, careful to guide the shampoo suds away from his face.

Rebecca pulled a few towels from a cabinet and plopped them on the counter by the sink. "Okay, I think you can handle it from here. I'm gonna grab a shower and then we'll figure out dinner. Sound good?"

Robert nodded, content.

[cu1tsmark]

"Guardian Angel"

Doctor Johnny had seen his fair share of accidents, but when he arrived at the scene of the crash that day, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Among the wreckage, he found Y/N trapped inside her mangled car, unconscious but alive. With the help of the paramedics, they carefully extricated her from the vehicle.

As they loaded Y/N onto the ambulance, Johnny couldn't help but speak to her, even though she was unconscious. "Hang in there, Y/N. You're going to be okay," he reassured her gently.

Later, at the hospital, Y/N's parents anxiously awaited news of their daughter. When Johnny emerged from the operating room, they rushed to him, their faces etched with worry. "Doctor, how is she? Is our daughter going to be alright?" Y/N's mother asked, her voice trembling.

Johnny tried to reassure them. "She's stable for now, but it's too soon to say. We'll have to monitor her closely."

Days turned into weeks, and Johnny worked tirelessly to care for Y/N. He sat by her bedside, talking to her as if she could hear him. "Y/N, your parents are here every day. They love you so much," he said softly.

One day, as Johnny held Y/N's hand and spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open. She looked confused, unable to remember anything. "Where am I? Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Johnny smiled warmly. "I'm Doctor Johnny, and you're in the hospital. You had an accident, but you're safe now."

Y/N's parents rushed into the room when they heard her voice. Tears welled up in their eyes as they embraced their daughter. "Oh, Y/N, we've missed you so much," her father whispered.

Over the following days, Johnny worked tirelessly to help Y/N regain her memory. They went through old photographs and shared stories about her childhood. Slowly, fragments of her past started to come back.

And then, on a sunny afternoon, as Y/N sat with her parents, a spark of recognition crossed her face. She looked at them and said, "Mom, Dad, I remember you. I remember everything."

Tears of joy filled the room as Y/N's parents embraced her once more. Johnny, standing in the background, couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and happiness. Their eyes met, and they both smiled softly, knowing that the bond they had formed during those difficult days had grown into something beautiful—a love story that had begun in the chaos of an accident but had blossomed into something truly special.

In the weeks that followed, Y/N's recovery continued, and her bond with Doctor Johnny deepened. They spent countless hours talking and getting to know each other beyond the hospital room. As Y/N regained her strength, they went on walks in the hospital garden, sharing their dreams, fears, and aspirations.

One evening, as they watched the sunset together, Y/N turned to Johnny with a smile. "You know, Johnny, you've been my guardian angel through all of this."

Johnny chuckled softly. "I'm just doing my job, Y/N."

But Y/N shook her head. "It's more than that. You saved me not just from the accident but from a life where I didn't truly appreciate what I had. You made me realize how precious every moment is."

Johnny gazed into Y/N's eyes, his heart filled with warmth. "Y/N, you've taught me something too. You've shown me that even in the darkest of times, there's always a glimmer of hope, a chance for something beautiful to emerge."

Their connection grew stronger, and it was evident to everyone around them that they were falling in love. Y/N's parents, who had come to admire Johnny's dedication and kindness, couldn't have been happier.

One day, as Y/N was finally discharged from the hospital, Johnny was there to see her off. He held her hand and said, "Take care, Y/N. I'll miss our talks and walks."

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with affection. "Don't worry, Johnny. This isn't goodbye; it's just the beginning of our journey together."

As Y/N walked out of the hospital with her parents, Johnny watched them go, a sense of contentment washing over him. He knew that they had both found something precious in each other, something that would last a lifetime.

And as Y/N and her parents drove away, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the accident that had brought Johnny into their lives. It was a twist of fate that had not only saved Y/N but had also given her a chance at a beautiful love story—one that would continue to unfold, filled with hope, love, and the promise of a bright future.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Chained wolves

@jankwritten here it is

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If there was ever a scene Nico didn't want to ruin, it was this. He was sprawled across Jason's lap on the outskirts of Camp.

Away from prying eyes.

It was their little spot, even the nymphs didn't bother them here.

Jason was leaning against a tree, his fingers brushing through Nico's hair with a soft smile.

Nico smiled back at him, cascaded in sunshine and Jason's smile.

Nico could stay here forever if he could.

But alas duty calls.

"It's time" he said Jason with a sigh. Jason somehow smiled even more warmly, like he had been blessed by Apollo himself.

"Have fun"

Nico snorted, it was some errand his dad needed his 'expertise with.'

"I'll try. I shouldn't be long, only a couple hours or so. Will you stay here?" Asked Nico, tilting his head.

"I promise" says Jason earnestly, sky blue orbs boring into his molten. Nico smiles, getting to his feet and pecking Jason on the cheek.

Before vanishing into shadows.

________________

Jason watched the spot Nico had left, unable to take his eyes off it.

He had slumped against the tree but it was as if all his bones had left with Nico.

Her voice was soft as it always was, but their was a hint of fear.

... No...

'Will you stay here'

"We're going to play a game Jason, a game you love those don't you?"

He didn't want to play.

He was cold

"You're gonna stay here love, right here for mama. Like a good little boy, and when mama comes back you win."

Numbness descended into his veins.

There was a chill in the air yet it was bright and sunny.

"Promise me baby, promise me Jason you'll stay here. Right here, do not move an inch of you'll lose."

He wanted to scream.

'I promise.'

"I promise mama."

He heard howls.

He felt claws snag his body, one far to small to be him.

Far too frail.

Far too afraid.

Your mother's not coming, pup.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Jason wondered why he couldn't move.

_____________

Nico sighed.

Typical.

His quick errand to the Underworld hadn't been nearly as quick as he had been assured.

He didn't voice his complaints but his mood was sour and everyone knew it.

Not that they said anything.

Demigod or not Nico was still the Ghost King.

Hades had been apologetic but it did little too soothe Nico's mood.

They'd stopped for a while, hopefully he was nearly done.

He'd been gone for almost a week, and in his haste and the severe lack of rainbow making equipment.

("I'm sorry I didn't come prepared to stay here this long, dad!")

Nico hadn't been able to contact Jason.

Jason hadn't tried contacting him but that didn't suprise Nico very much. His boyfriend was a stickler for the rules, even if he was making his way out of his shell.

Being raised in a military setting did that to a guy.

And the idea of taking Nico's attention from a errand his father, Lord Hades himself has personally asked him for?

Jason wouldn't dream of interrupting.

He was cute like that.

Nico took out the drachma and spray bottle his father had handed him moments prior.

Better late than never.

Percy's face lit up the screen, he was sat by the lake with Annabeth at his side. Both seemed to be debating something before Percy waved at him.

"Hey Nico, how's the trip been? Has dear old uncle requested my return?" He grinned, Nico snorted

After... Everything he and Percy had a talk. A real and much needed talk.

They had grown from it and Percy had supported him in confessing to Jason, he was so happy for them he almost cried.

His friendship with Annabeth had also begun to bloom, after many afternoons of fondly watching their significant dorks being dorks together.

"Nah I think you've been banned for the foreseeable future." Grinned Nico, Percy pouted before snorting.

Annabeth shook her head, amused "you just calling to check in or is something up?"

Perceptive as usual.

"Yeah I was wondering if you guys wouldn't mind telling Jason I'll be back soon."

It'd be a lil suprise and give him a chance to go run to the nearest shop and get those mini chocolate chip cookies Jason adored.

As a 'I'm sorry I left for so long' gift.

That and cuddles.

"Nico"

Percy was all wide eyed and panicked.

"We thought Jason went with you" He finished slowly.

Nico blinked "what? No, this was just a Ghost King thing my dad wanted..." He trailed off, eyes sharp.

"He's not at Camp?"

Annabeth shook her head "we haven't seen him since you left....we thought he was with you... I wonder if he went to Camp Jupiter? We can IM Reyna or Hazel if you'd like?"

Nico shook his head "no its okay, I'll IM myself. Thanks, see you guys." He waved a hand through their image before either could say goodbye.

Guilt pooled in Nico's stomach.

Although he was saddened by the news, he understood.

Nice had been gone way longer than he had said so.

Jason while someone who frequented Camp Half-blood, his home was at Camp Jupiter and it made sense for him to leave.

But the fact he hadn't told anyone was what struck Nico, Jason always told at least 5 people where he was going at any given time.

Again, being raised in a military setting does that you.

Nico shook his head before IMing Jason.

The scene he saw shocked him.

Jason was at Camp all right.

Exactly where Nico had left him.

He was curled up against the tree, in his camp shirt and jeans just as he had been before.

His soft wavy hair was a mess, like someone had struck him with lighting... His hands clenching his locks tightly.

Nico didn't so much say Jason's name but scream it.

"Jason!"

Jason rolled his head limply, as if it took all his strength to do so.

Eyes blinking blearily and reaching for his glasses that had dropped to the floor.

Jason who was careful about everything abd never let a speck of dust touch his frames, put the now frankly filthy lenses on his face.

It did little to calm Nico down.

His face was nothing but horror.

Jason squinted and faced Nico.

"Nico" he said softly.

It would be so endearing if not for the present situation.

But Nico forced himself to be calm.

"Jason, hey sweetie. What, what are you doing out here?"

Jason nodded, moving his arm from around his waist to tap the tree. And Nico tried not to cringe as his bones popped.

"Promised"

Nico stared at him wide eyed.

... No... No he wouldn't have.

But their was no mistaking Jason's crumpled and unkempt appearance.

"Jason... How.. How long have you been out here hun?"

Jason, who had been zoning out during Nico's inner panic raised his head to look at him.

Letting Nico see the bags under his eyes.

The sheen of what must've been tear tracks on his face.

"You went, I stay. I promised."

He nods, though Nico doesn't miss the wince he makes at moving.

"Jase... I didn't mean out here. Just at Camp." Explains Nico, he can feel his heartbreaking.

Jason looks for all the world like a kicked puppy.

A gust of wind blows past and he shivers, his lips a startling shade of blue.

"You said stay, I promised. I won't... I won't go... I won't run, not again..." Mumbles Jason.

His body starts to fall and in seconds Nico is kneeling before him, catching him in his arms.

Nico takes off his jacket, settling on Jason's shoulders to give him some warmth.

The sunshine of their last encounter is long forgotten hidden in the clouds and roaring winds.

"I won't leave you..."

Jason looks up at him, eyes glazed like he's not entirely seeing Nico.

... Which means someone hurt Jason.

Hurt him to the point a simple promise of stay meant plant your feet to the ground and don't move.

Nico would them pay even if it threathed another war.

For now... For now Jason came first.

Nico held him in his arms, letting Jason know he was here.

"Hey, I'm not mad at you sweetie. But we've gotta get you outta this weather, I've got you hun but I need you to stand for me."

Jason, bless his heart stood up on wobbly legs looking like a newborn deer and would've fallen if not for Nico.

And by the God's he wasn't even wearing shoes.

"That's it sweetheart, I've got you." He said picking Jason up bridal style.

Jason slumped in his arms, as they shadow traveled to the infirmary.

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Jason was out like a light and Nico sat on one of the chairs, brushing his hair from his face.

It hasn't been good.

Will had confirmed it from examining Jason that he hadn't moved from his spot since Nico had left.

Jason was a survivor, he'd had it drilled into his bones and had somehow managed to nab fruit from the tree but it hadn't been much.

Frankly it was a miracle he was alive.

He was swaddled in thick warm blankets and had some sort of IV in his arm.

There was also Leo, who had stormed in once news broke. Took one look at his best friend and crawled into his bed, holding him close and hoping to raise his temperature.

Jason had yet to wake up, but he was so clearly emotionally and physically exhausted it made sense.

Nico didn't dare leave his side.

Questions plagued him, and maybe he had been thinking out loud because Leo looked up at him.

"Did he make a promise?"

Nico nodded numbly, still shaken.

Leo wasn't angry like Nico expected, he looked upset and held Jason even closer.

"Oh Jase..."

"Do you... Do you know why he..."

He couldn't finish the thought but Leo understood.

"Normally I wouldn't say but... Yeah. Soo... When Jason was around 2 years old his mum gave him up as a sacrifice to Lupa. To make sure Jason stayed in place for the wolves to get him... She made him promise to stay in place till she came back."

If Nico's heart had broken earlier, it shattered in that moment.

Jason than whimpered... Whimpered and Nico gently kissed his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair while Leo cuddled him close.

Jason calmed, drifting back into unconsciousness as Nico fell heavily into his seat.

He hadn't known..

He hadn't known and he didn't blame Jason one bit.

He was definitely taking a trip to wherever his mother hand ended up, because he knew the woman was dead.

A mercy from the fates because Nico would have destroyed her himself if she still breathed.

How dare... How dare anyone do that to their baby.

To traumatise your baby to the point he was terrified of breaking promises and made himself sit outside in the cold alone for 7 days because he was terrified of being abandoned.

"I've got you Jason" said Nico, holding his hand in his.

He was going to be with him every step of the way.

He was going to show Jason he would never be abandoned again.

He was going to hold him when he broke down and reassure him everytime this wasn't his fault.

He was going to be specific and careful wit his wording and make sure Jason understood... And have someone with him when Nico had to leave.

Jason had held Nico, helped him heal from his past and Nico would return that favour tenfold.

"I promise."

[livingdreams97]

Emily Junk -- "The New Bella." (part 1)

Emily Junk x fem! reader/oc

Summary: Emily is a newcomer to Barden College and her dream is to be a part of the group acapella the Barden Bellas. She entered the house of the acapella group in order to fulfill her dream, but she ended up falling in love and living an experience that she had never imagined.

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Y/n's POV

This was the end. What I have known for two years will disappear and cease to exist. After Amy bald to the president, the dean has decided he doesn't want the Barden Bellas to exist anymore and has banned us from auditioning.

This will be the end for the Bellas. I personally haven't taken it as bad as other people, Chloe and I've been crying all day. That's not to say it doesn't hurt, the Bellas have been my family for two years and I've been a part of them since my first day of college.

My older sister, who is part of the Bellas, encouraged me to study at Barden with her and join the a cappella group with her. The truth is that when Beca told me that she was in an a cappella group, I couldn't believe it.

I mean, my goth, antisocial sister being part of a group of girls who sing. The first thing I did when she told me about it was laugh, thinking that she was playing a joke on me and I wasn't going to fall for another one of her jokes.

But it turned out that it was true, that she was in the only all-female a cappella group in Barden and that she was enjoying it. She even told me that dad was supporting her participation in the group.

Which is not surprising to me, since since I left our mother and moved; He has tried to get closer to us in recent years. Beca has always been more reluctant to accept our father, I think the divorce of our parents hurt her more than me and as father she rebuilt her life quite quickly.

I was eight, so my attention was on gaming and cartoons. While Beca was already 10 years old and about to enter pre-adolescence. In addition to the fact that Beca was closer to dad, while I was closer to mom and that's why when he tried to have a closer relationship with me I didn't care much. And he pays for mi college so...

But back to the main topic. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled at Barden University with my father's help to study architecture and on my first day I auditioned to be part of the Bellas.

It is more than enough that they accepted me since I have a good voice and for being the little sister of Beca Mitchell. And although we are sisters, we are not very similar.

The only thing we have in common is blue eyes and brown hair. Although Beca's eyes are a bit darker than mine. I'm 1.73 so I'm 16 centimeters taller than her. Which is funny since she is the older sister and because of our height difference no one believes it.

Flo: For your hairy situation.- I listen as she reads and look up from the letter I'm reading, to see her with a box of depilatory blades in her hand and a confused look. -Oh.- she says realizing it and I laugh at her gesture.

Chloe: Very well, we are officially registered in the competition.- She tells us with a huge smile. –So renew the passports, because we are going to sunny and fabulous Copenhagen! - exclaims completely excited.

Stacie: Fine.- she celebrates by giving me and Amy a high-five .

Amy: Where is that ? - confused question and I look at her as if she were stupid.

Chloe: I don't know, I failed geography.- she answers shrugging her shoulders.

Y/n: It's the capital of Denmark.- I answer earning confused looks from the girls. –Is it in Europe, below Sweden and above Germany ? - I ask to see if they are located. -Leave it.- I deny when I see that no one knows what I'm talking about.

Chloe: It seems that the contest is dominated by that stupid German group that has taken the tour from us.- she comments between her teeth without looking up from the laptop.

Stacie: Who has stolen the tour from us.- She corrects our housemate and friend.

Amy: Exactly. You have to look for those Germans .- supports her. -They can't be that good, Germany doesn't produce good singers since David Hasselhoff.- she assures us with certainty.

Y/n: Since when is David Hasselhoff singing ? - I ask completely confused.

Amy: Always Mitchell junior, update yourself.- she tells me as if it were obvious.

Flo: It's that chubby man who was running in slow motion with a red swimsuit, right? - she asks with confusion and I nod in response.

Amy: We're going to crush them and when we do, those dumb asses will have to swallow all these cards.- She says confidently taking another card from the kitchen island. -Die bitches, die. Criticizing slut.- she reads stamping the letter against the island. -The Bellas are back! - she exclaims with emotion.

Flo: Yes.- She assures celebrating like the rest.

Chloe: Has anyone talked to Beca today? - she asks and I avoid scratching my eyebrow.

When I get nervous or hide something, I have a habit of scratching my eyebrow and everyone immediately realized it. The itching is something that I cannot avoid, at first I feel a slight tingling in my right eyebrow and then it triples, making it impossible for me not to scratch it.

Y/n: I haven't seen her after going to the introductions and my classes.- I answer by opening another letter, to focus on something else and keep myself distracted from the itch in my eyebrow.

Amy: Not since she left the room this morning.- She answers, shrugging her shoulders and not giving it much importance.

Jessica: Girls remember that today Chloe and Ashley prepare dinner while Y/n and Stacie have to clean up later.- She reminds us from the table in the corner of the kitchen and groans.

Y/n: But if I had to clean two days ago.- I complain like a girl.

Stacie: Don't worry honey.- she tells me hugging me by the shoulders and sticking me to her neck. –This time you will clean with me or me.- she whispers the last part suggestively in my ear.

Amy : I keep saying it Long live the tortilla! - she exclaims and I separate from my roommate to look at her badly. –What ? My room is above yours and I have ears. - she comments without much importance.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I deny I was amused and throw her a letter, which is not a good idea because the six of us ended up in a card war.

Once we're done with dinner, Stacie and I find ourselves in the kitchen scrubbing and cleaning everything we've used. The rest are in the living room or in their rooms, since we're going to go to the treble house in a whileand they're probably getting ready.

Y/n: Can someone open the door ? I yelled when I heard the doorbell ring.

I don't know if anyone has heard me, but I hear the door open and two people talk. Suddenly I feel something wet on my back and I jump letting out a scream.

Y/n: It's not funny.- I reproached my best friend, seeing her with an empty glass of water in her hand and an amused smile on her face.

Stacie: That's because you're the one with a wet back.- She assures me, laughing at the situation.

Y/n: Yes? - I ask and quickly grab the sink hose. –Tell me now if it's still fun.- I comment opening the faucet and wetting it between laughs.

Stacie: Y/n Stop! - she exclaims jumping on me and trying to take the hose out of my hands. –Stop! - she exclaims between laughs while we fight for the control of the hose.

Y/n: No! - I deny without stopping laughing. -Drop the hose.- I order amused, still laughing and getting both of us wet in the struggle for control.

Stacie: Let it go.- she orders me just as amused as I am.

Chloe: Everyone in the living room!.- She yells and we both stop turning off the tap.

Y/n: Because of you, she's going to tell us off.- I reproached her in a whisper, looking at her with half-closed eyes and earning me an offended look from her.

Stacey: Excuse me? - she asks ironically, placing her hand on her chest.

Y/n: I forgive you.- I reply with a superior smile.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- she threatens me and my eyes widen as saucers running out of the kitchen. –Come back here Mitchell!. - she yells chasing me.

I run into the living room, not paying much attention to the girls and not noticing the presence of a stranger. I see Amy and run hiding behind her back.

Y/n: Ams you have to help me.- I ask her, grabbing at her shirt.

Amy: Let me go, you're soaked.- she tells me, separating me from her body.

Y/n: No.- I deny trying not to let go.

Stacie: Come here dwarf.- she tells me standing in front of Amy .

Y/n: I'm as tall as you .- I remember her sticking out my tongue.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- She says just when Amy manages to let go of me and jumps on me .

Y/n: Ahhhh! - I shout falling to the ground with her on top. -Help she is crazy, she wants to kill me!- I yell moving on the ground and grabbing her wrists when she tries to bring her hands to my face.

Cynthia: As sexy as this is, we girls have a visitor.- She tells us and we both look at her confused.

Stacie: What?- asks just as confused as me, sitting on my lap and looking at our acasister.

Cynthia just nods her head, away from the direction we're looking and letting us know we have to follow her nod. We both turned our faces to the other side and we met a tall girl with brown hair.

I open my eyes in surprise and feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I get up from the ground along with my best friend in just two seconds.

Cynthia: Not that I'm complaining girls, but you're soaking wet.- She points to our clothes and I look down at my white t-shirt; seeing how it shows through.

I bite my lip a little embarrassed, separating the shirt a little from my body and preventing my lilac bra from being seen anymore. I clear my throat and look at the new girl.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Y/n: Not to sound rude or anything Emily.- I tell the nervous girl with a smile. -But we can't accept anyone , Chloe , you heard the dean and she practically forbade us from auditions to avoid our 'spread'.- I remind her, putting quotation marks around the last word.

Flo: She is an heiress.- She tells me a little low.

Y/n: One what ? - I ask confused.

Chloe: She is an heiress, her mother was a Bela and therefore she has the opportunity to audition.- She explains to me and I nod not very sure. - It is in the oath of the Belas and it comes to our hair. - she says to all those present.

Y/n: But we still can't do auditions.- I say confused, scratching my eyebrow nervously for not wanting to get in trouble with the dean.

Most of the girls may be graduating this year, if not all but me; but I still have two years left and I don't want to have any problems with the dean.

Chloe: We haven't really gone to where she is.- She points to the heiress, who is nervously playing with her hands. -She has come to us and she is an heiress, so we have to audition her yes or yes.- she assures me and I sigh exhausted.

Y/n: Okay.- I accept walking to stand behind the sofa.

Amy: Let's see what you know how to do heiress.- she points to her, falling on the sofa in front of me.

Emily: I'll sing a song that I've written.- she explains. –Although I haven't really finished it yet and it still has some work to do, so don't get all worked up . It sounded borderline, I didn't want to sound borderline. - she says quickly nervously. -Fat Amy , a beautiful little pussy.- she flatters and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Amy: Thank you, go ahead. – Thanks clearly flattered.

Emily: When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own ...- she begins to sing and I open my eyes surprised by her voice.

There is something in her voice that is soothing and amazing. I can't help but stare at her in complete awe, detailing every detail of her face and the gestures she's making as she sings. I watch as she closes her eyes to concentrate and I can hear a slight rise in confidence in her voice.

She smiled tenderly at the gestures she makes, since she looks very tender moving her hands with the song and with her eyes closed. I nod for her to continue, when she opens her eyes and looks at me as she sings.

Emily: ...And in the dark I found .. - stop singing. –I'm still working and it's a bit green; so .. don't take it into account.- she explains and I press my lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

He sings again, but this time she moves her arms more and she does it with a smile on her face. From one moment to the next she starts making weird noises, like a guitar or something like that and I can't help but let out a laugh.

Chloe: Will you excuse us for a moment ? - she asks when she finishes singing.

Emily: Emm , yes of course.- She accepts confused and the co - captain immediately turns around calling us to come closer.

Chloe: It's pretty good, can we take it? - She asks us all in a whisper, but not low enough so that the heiress doesn't hear her and shifts uncomfortably in her place.

Amy: What do you expect us to say ? - she asks the only captain present. -It's right there.- she whispers, pointing at the girl with her eyes.

Y/n: And she can hear us.- I warn them in a whisper, making the girls greet her with smiles and she makes an awkward gesture with her hand in response.

Amy: She's not a soloist, that's clear.- she whispers giving her opinion.

Flo / Stacie: No.- they deny along with some others.

Chloe: She has come to us, we don't break any rules.- she reminds us in a whisper.

Stacie: The legal loophole is perfect for us.- She assures us and we all nod in agreement with her.

Flo: It's always good to have an extra body, in case someone is kidnapped for ransom, put in a freezer and forced to eat leaves and gas bills.- she says and we all look at her between confused and a little disturbed.

Cynthia: We shouldn't decide anything without Beca.- she doesn't say and I nod my head in agreement.

Stacie: Isn't it strange that she haven't opened her eyes at all?- she asks us and I open my eyes looking at Emily's awkward attitude.

Amy: We're talking about her and she's right there.- She says looking at the brunette with a slightly uncomfortable smile.

Y/n: And she can still hear us.- I remind them quickly when they all smile.

Amy: Let's start with the giraffe legs.- she whispers and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Amy no.- I deny quickly. -She's in front, she's listening to us and what you just said is offensive.- I scold her with a frown.

Stacie: And then she says that she doesn't look anything like her sister.- she comments, rolling her eyes amused.

Chloe : Okay, let's vote.- she tells us. -Whoever wants it a G sharp and who doesn't want it an E flat.- she explains to us and at three we all sing a G sharp.

We all walk towards her, to stand in front of her with serious faces and not giving her a clue of the result. She sweeps her gaze over all of us quickly, until she collides with mine and stares at me with unfocused eyes.

I look at her a bit confused by her look, but I assume it will be because of my nerves and I give her a soft smile to calm her down a bit.

Chloe: Welcome to the Bellas!- she shouts excitedly and the new one screams happily.

Emily: I'm a happy junk! - screams and starts to dance in a kind of cute but weird; very weird way.

Cynthia: You can stop, you can stop.- She asks gently grabbing her wrists preventing her arms from moving.

Emily: Well, when does my initiation start ? - She asks and I look at her strangely. -An idea, I'm going to my room and I'll act surprised when you cover my head with a hood, while I ride the rubik 's cube while I sip Vodka from a compress.- she says and I look at her as if she were crazy.

Y/n: Yes , well, I'm going to change and that's it.- I say a bit confused and walk towards the stairs.

Stacie: Wait, I'll go with you.- she tells me and slaps me on the butt.

Y/n: Stacie!- I exclaim jumping on the spot and seeing how my roommate starts running up the stairs. -You're going to find out!- i scream and run after her.

I take the stairs two at a time, running down the hall until I reach the door to our room and try to get in it. I hear my friend's amused laugh from the other side of the door, when it barely opens a few inches and she closes it on the other side.

Emily's POV

I watch as the pretty blue-eyed girl runs up the stairs, following Stacie and the girls next to me laugh at them.

Chloe: You'll get used to it, they spend the day making jokes and running one after the other.- She tells me and I nod, returning my gaze to the redhead and the blonde in front of me.

Amy: They're like a TV Reality , they entertain you when you have nothing to do and there's nothing better on TV.- She explains laughing and I smiled slightly.

Chloe: This house really is a 24h Reality.- she tells me laughing and taking a sip of whatever she has in her yellow plastic cup.

Amy : But I hope you have earplugs, heiress.- She tells me taking a step back. -Because with those two can make a lot of noise at night.- she comments with an amused smile and walks towards the kitchen.

I don't know why, that last comment has caused a kind of emptiness in my stomach and I don't really understand why. I mean, the blue-eyed brunette is clearly physically attractive and has a beautiful smile.

During my test, the two times I have looked at her, she has smiled at me in a way that is unique and difficult for me to express. But her smile has somehow put me at ease and my heart has beaten a few milliseconds faster.

Although it could be because of the nerves and the fact that everyone looked at me in a serious way except her. Yes, it's probably that. I don't like girls, so I can't possibly like her and I don't even know her name.

Emily: Are they a couple ? - I ask interested, trying to seem as casual and disinterested as possible.

Chloe: Who Stacie and Y/n? - she asks pointing with her thumb to the stairs.

Emily: Yes, you know from Fat Amy 's comment.- I explain and she shakes her head smiling.

Chloe: No, they only have sporadic sex when neither of them manages to flirt at a party.- She denies amused. -Or when they're horny and the hunter needs attention.- she comments in a whisper, shrugging her shoulders unimportantly.

Emily: The hunter ? - I ask completely lost.

Chloe: It's what Stacie calls her vagina.- She answers me amused and I open my eyes in surprise.

Amy: Okay girls! It's party time!- she shouts suddenly appearing next to me and I jump in fright. –We have the tickets for Copenhagen and a new Bella! - she yells putting an arm around my shoulders at the end.

Emily: Party ? - I ask confused and a little excited, it would be my first university party and also being a Bella.

Amy: The trebels are having a party tonight.- She replies, standing next to the redhead again. -Now let's go! - she shouts and they all start walking towards the front door.

Y/n: Wait for me! - She shouts already changed and going down the stairs two by two.

I take in the clothes she's wearing and I can't help but run my eyes up and down her body. I open my mouth in awe, at how incredibly beautiful and attractive she looks. She wears a black top with a V-neckline, revealing her breasts and abs. Oh my god! She has abs.

I look down from her abs, seeing her black mom jeans and how the waist and butt area hugs her body like a glove. I snap out of my reverie when I feel someone link their arm through mine and pull me towards the door.

Jessica: Hi, my name is Jessica and her name is Ashley.- She introduces herself with a big smile and also introduces the short-haired brunette next to her.

Emily: My name is Emily.- I introduce myself focusing on them and not on the girl who just came down the stairs.

Ashley: We know, you've already introduced yourself.- she comments with a small laugh. -Anyway, welcome to the Bellas Emily, you'll see how much fun you have and the fun things we do.- she promises me with a huge smile.

Jessica: Do you know the name of the girls ? - I wonder and I shake my head.

Ashley: Perfect, we'll point them out to you and tell you their names.- She assures me, positioning herself on my free side and intertwining her arm with mine; just like Jessica.

Jessica: The short girl with black hair and a Latin accent is Flo Fuentes, she joined the Bellas about two years ago and she's a lot of fun.- She points to the girl next to the Asian girl.

Ashley: The one next door is called Lilly, she is somewhat mysterious and quiet.- she explains to me. –We don't know much about her because when she speaks she does it very very softly and we are not able to understand her.- she tells me and the blonde nods in support.

Jessica: The ones who won't stop fighting and were all wet are Stacie . Conrad and Y/n Mitchell.- she says pointing to the duo. - Stacie is the one on her back, she's a bit cheeky and she doesn't care if her opinions annoy someone. - She comments while we see how the newly named jumps and climbs on the pretty girl's back.

Ashley: Y/n is the complete opposite of her, she is a very kind and direct person, but she tries not to make what she says bother or hurt someone by being as politically correct as possible.- She explains and I nod, keeping that information locked. .

Emily: Wait Mitchell? - I ask confused, since I know of a Mitchell in the Bellas and that is Beca, the creator of the Bella sound and a legend. -I thought that the only Mitchell in the Bellas was Beca.- I comment and the two laugh, but not in mockery or something like that.

Ashley: It was two years ago.- She tells me and I'm still confused. - Y/n is Beca's little sister, she is two years younger than her and I enter the Bellas as soon as I enter university.- she explains and I nod in understanding.

Emily: So Y/ n and Beca are real sisters.- I say to make the point clear and the two nod in confirmation.

Jessica: Yes, but they are completely the opposite of each other.- She assures me with a small smile. –While Y/n is more spontaneous, sentimental, fun and smiling; Beca is more serious, firm and only smiles when she is with her sister, Chloe , Amy or when one of us falls.- She tells me and starts laughing along with the other Bella.

Ashley: It's actually funny to see Beca all rude and serious at one point, but as soon as Y/n shows up and hugs her she's a total teddy bear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile imagining it.

I'm sure that Y/n's hugs are incredible, they are surely one of those that warm you up inside and make you feel safe. I bite my lip helplessly, imagining how it will feel to have Y/n come to your side and hug you.

Jessica: Then there is Cynthia Rose, she is very funny, somewhat rude and has an impressive voice.- she tells me excitedly.

Ashley: Really all of us have good voices, the best from my point of view are those of Cynthia , Y/n, Chloe and Beca to tell the truth.- She thinks and that makes me want to hear Y/n sing in some rehearsal with all my soul.

Jessica: Don't say we told you, but Cynthia in her first year told us that she had a gambling problem, when she left it with her girlfriend and started playing poker.- she tells me in a whisper and I open my eyes surprised.

Emily: But is she better now? - I ask a little worried, gambling is something very serious and destroys many lives.

Ashley: Yes, with the help of the Bellas she got ahead and hasn't played since first grade.- she answers me with a reassuring smile.

During the way to the trebels house . They keep telling me information and basic things about all the girls in the house. I have to admit that I have asked a lot about Y/n, trying to be as subtle as possible and thus avoid raising any suspicion.

Not that I like her or anything. It's just that Y/n makes me very curious and I'd like to know about her, before I talk to her and make a fool of myself in front of her.

Because I am very clumsy and somewhat shy, so ridicule is something that is almost guaranteed. But I don't want to make a fool of myself and let her see how clumsy I am the first time we talk. So I need as much information as possible that I can get, without my interest being too noticeable and girls thinking something it's not.

[kateandanthonyaremyparents]

I've got another one in the: "kanthony things I would like to see in s3" section.

A lovely moment shared between Kate, Anthony, Gregory and Hyacinth.

PAINTING MEMORIES:

Can you imagine Kate and Anthony, having dinner with Hy and Greg, talking about random things. They are skipping proper protocol by sitting next to each other with the kids on the other end of the table. And as the evening continues Greg and Hy start to ask both Kate and Anthony about their youths, about what they did for fun. Anthony shares a story about him and Benedict playing hide and seek, and him hiding so well, Benedict was afraid he was truly lost and alarmed his parents. They all laughed, but it was Kate who had the best story that evening.

Because Kate tells about how she always drew with her father. How they took their art supplies with them to sit at a lovely spot alongside the river, often when it was hot and sunny. How they would go in the late afternoon to avoid getting sunburned, sitting under their favorite tree, with a lovely summer breeze cooling them a bit. She tells how every time she would see something new to paint. How her father encouraged her and she kept getting better and better. 

Anthony, who had heard a lot, didn't know this and was just as memorized by her story as his siblings were. When the evening was over, Anthony made sure he was the last to say goodnight to Hy and Greg when both he and Kate put them to bed. 

And just as he suspected, because they love her almost as much as he does, they came up with the same idea; they want to take Kate to the lake at Aubrey Hall, buy the best brushes and surprise her with a family trip to what hopefully will be a restored tradition for them.

So later that week, Hy and Greg blindfolded Kate, guided her through the large gardens, right to where Anthony awaited for them all to arrive.

"My love," Anthony announced himself, he closed the little distance that was still there between him and his wife, "I'm so glad you came." He let his fingers brush over Kate's cheeks before he brought them to the nod on the back of her head that kept the blindfold covering her eyes together, "I've missed you."

"I was not granted the opportunity to say no," Kate smirked, and Anthony felt a glimpse of relief when he noticed how she had given in to the situation, how she understood this was a good thing, that there was no need to be afraid. "So I just decided it was best for me to follow, since both Hyacinth and Gregory seemed very convinced I should."

"You know, I love to see you can obey some that carry the Bridgerton name," Anthony's hands had the nod uncovered but he kept the fold in place, "I love you, and this is for you," he dropped a quick kiss on her mouth before he gave his wife her sight back.

Kate needed a few seconds to adjust to the light, but as soon as she did, tears appeared quickly.

"What is.... what did you... why?"

Gregory jumped up and down, overly excited and ready to tell, but it was Hyacinth who, as usual, was faster.

"We just wanted you to feel as happy as when you were a child again. Like the time you told about, with your Appa," she spread her arms and pointed at the easels, brushes and paint that stood before them. "Are you happy Kate? We really like to paint with you, can you teach us how to?" Hyacinth rambled on.

"Hy," Anthony tried to sush the little girl, "please give Kate some time to react first before you demand all of her time."

"But I want to learn how to paint too," Gregory added, "that is why you brought four easels, right?" Gregory looked expectantly, but when Anthony stayed silent for a bit his face dropped into something more disappointed.

Anthony rubbed his head, the chaotic scene that unfolded was getting a bit too much, and he didn't even know if Kate truly liked it.

So he looked to his right again, to his wife, who kept wiping her face. Worry started to enter his mind. Did he overstep? Was this some tradition that wasn't meant to be claimed as his? 

"My love?" He asked, his voice trembling and the worry he felt was very audible as well, "is this okay? We can go back inside if it is not, I just.. we just.."

Kate inhaled deeply, and Anthony embraced himself for what was about to come. It seemed like forever but eventually Kate nodded softly, and before she spoke she took his hands and squeezed them firmly. Yet it was only when the smile on her face reached her eyes that Anthony could relax again.

"This is utterly beautiful," Kate said, wrapping her arms around him, "thank you, thank you for bringing some part of me that belonged to home back."

[elisaphoenix13-cullrian]

The Stuff Of Miracles

A sequel to "From The Wretched Comes The Beloved". If enough people enjoy the family feels/fluff, I'll make it into a little series. So let me know if you enjoy it!

Dorian was feeling better after a few more days of rest, but of course Cullen still fussed over him. The man insisted that he continue to take it easy until Dorian was fully healed and that was how the mage found himself on a blanket the former commander spread on the ground for him. It was another sunny day that he wanted to enjoy before the rainy season came–which Cullen reminded him wouldn't come for a few more months, but this was the South and Dorian liked to think he knew better–and he wanted to at least try to supervise their children while Cullen did the chores. Not that Dorian could jump to his feet at a moment's notice, but he did have magic and it would help save time for Cullen to jump into action if needed.

It was unlikely. Velvet was with Dorian and couldn't even roll over yet, and Felix was always nearby when the mage was up and about. The older children were a little more rambunctious, but a stern glance from their father easily put them back in line if they wandered too far or were misbehaving. They were good and…obedient. For the most part. They had their squabbles on occasion that Cullen assured was normal since Dorian was an only child and had no experience, and on the rare occasion when Cullen wasn't looking, they would chase the chickens…

“It's a wonder they haven't pecked their eyeballs out yet,” Dorian sighs dramatically as he watches Caiden run from one of the birds that finally got fed up with the boy for the day.

Cullen looks up from the tomato plant he's picking off of and sighs as well. “The defiance comes from you.”

Dorian mock gasps when his husband smirks at him. “Barbaric hick! You are the country boy! Haven't you chased a chicken or two as a child or were you too busy wooing pretty young Tevinters?”

“Trust me, there has never been any…wooing…” Cullen snorts. “You fell for my rustic charm, as you like to call it, all by yourself.”

“And I was lucky that all of your admirers didn't snatch you up for themselves or I wouldn't have anyone to pick berries for me.” 

Cullen pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Punishment for filling you with babies like a common housewife?” He asks, quoting Dorian's exact words from an earlier conversation. Dorian didn't mean them and Cullen knew it. But it was a running joke now.

“At least wait until Velvet is crawling before you put another one in me,” Dorian says and then immediately furrows his brows. “Perhaps not. Having to wrangle the other four was a task I prefer not to repeat.”

Cullen walks over and leans down to take Dorian's hand and kiss the back of it with a smile. “I think I'm content with the ones we have right now, love.”

“Well, that's a relief. I was going to tell you it was your turn.” Dorian quips and Cullen snorts in amusement as he releases Dorian's hand to grab the vegetables. “Are you done already amatus?”

“There wasn't much to pick today,” Cullen nods, grabbing Lucan when he runs by with a stick. “What have I told you about this?”

“I'm just practicing!” The boy exclaims. “Like you Papa!”

“I do not run with my sword when I practice with it,” Cullen says. “Only when escaping from an enemy, if putting it away is more likely to kill me.”

Dorian watched him admonish their oldest and it had him smiling fondly. Ever since hearing stories about the Inquisition and how Cullen and Dorian fought in the war, the older three wanted to be just like their father. They would even join him during his practice sessions with the dummy out in the sparring ring. They would light up as soon as they saw their father getting in some practice swings, and grab the nearest thing that could be considered a weapon. Of course that usually meant a stick.

Neither of them were ready to put a sword in their four year old’s hands. Not even a tiny wooden one. If they could help it, they would avoid it all together. Cullen only practiced to stay in shape and be prepared for anything that could come up…like the Inquisitor calling on their aid. It wasn't likely, but there were still the threats of a stray dark spawn that found a way out of the Deep Roads, bandits, or even Templars and mages. Dorian was sure that Cullen still slept with one eye open. The sword and shield near the bed was evidence enough that he was ready to jump out of bed and into a fight if needed.

Dorian appreciated it to some degree. He was used to Cullen jolting out of bed in the middle of the night to grab his sword whenever he woke from a particularly bad nightmare. They were very few and far between nowadays, but others started up as soon as Lucan was born. Cullen had said that instead of himself being tortured by demons and blood mages, he had to watch one of their children be harmed. Bandits, wolves, bears, blood mages. It could start out a pleasant dream, then turn dark the next moment.

Whenever Cullen had one of those dreams, he wouldn't go back to bed until he checked on the children.

“Why don't you go save your brother from Delia and then sit with your mother so we can have lunch?” Cullen suggests, sending Lucan off without his stick. “Find your sister too!”

“I'm sure she's rolling around in a mud puddle she created,” Dorian says. “Would you like help with lunch?”

“No, that's alright. You stay and relax.” Cullen says before gently ruffling Felix’s hair and heading inside. The boy barely heeded him any mind as he kept his attention on his toys, but at least didn't whine. He adored his father but sometimes didn't like when his hair was mussed.

Dorian supposed the boy got it from him. Then again, Cullen had gotten into the habit of taming his own curls using the war, despite claiming he used nothing to do so. No one believed him. Especially since Varric had seen him before the Inquisition War, hence the nickname Curly. When Dorian saw them for himself, he was a little more in love. They made him seem a bit softer.

Perhaps that's why Cullen insisted on combing it back. So he would be taken more seriously as the Commander. Dorian couldn't see fault in that line of thought.

“Mama! Look!” Aella runs over with her hands cupped and Dorian mentally cringes as he prepares himself for the inevitable worm his daughter found. He was pleasantly surprised to find a butterfly instead.

“Yes. Very beautiful darling. They say if a butterfly lands on you, they know you're a gentle soul,” he says. “Now go put it on a flower somewhere and wash up. Your Papa is bringing lunch out.”

“Okay!” The little girl practically skips off to do as she's told just as Cullen brings out plates and a basket of food. With Lucan and Caiden scampering behind him. Dorian wasn't even sure if the oldest had gone looking for his sister like he was asked to.

“I see that Aella wasn't completely covered in dirt this time,” Cullen jokes as he sets the food down.

“Miracles do happen,” Dorian sighs dramatically, causing the other man to chuckle as he sits down with the boys. “A butterfly landed on her. She was over the moon.”

“It was blue!” The girl exclaims as she runs over to plop down next to her father. Fortunately free of most dirt. At least around her mouth and hands.

“Maybe you'll see more of them before it starts to get cold,” Cullen says as he fills plates and hands them to each of the children before placing one next to Dorian. Since his hands were full with a newborn, he would only be able to use one hand. Thankfully, lunch consisted of finger foods that he and the children were all too happy to consume. Even Felix set aside his toys to munch on some berries.

“I might have to go into town tomorrow to buy some more bread and a few other necessities,” Cullen tells him. “Should I bring the older ones with me?”

Dorian ponders the question before shrugging. “We can all go, Amatus.”

Cullen frowns. “You're still healing and Velvet isn't even a week old. I would feel better if you stayed home and rested.”

This man and his bleeding heart, Dorian thinks to himself. But he had to admit that he had a point. The idea of stretching his legs was nice, but he was still recovering and couldn't walk around the farm too long without getting tired.

“Alright,” Dorian relents. “If you think you can wrangle them while you shop. Otherwise, I think I'll be okay if you want to go by yourself.”

Cullen visibly sags with relief. “I'll get you those candied dates you like so much.”

“And that is the real reason I love you. You buy me things,” Dorian smiles and Cullen actually had the gall to roll his eyes.

“I thought it was the country charm.”

“Hmm…that too, in tiny amounts. Hardly worth mentioning.” The mage says with a flippant hand. Which Cullen immediately catches to kiss the palm of, making Dorian blush a little bit. The man still surprised him with small motions like that.

“Eww,” Caiden sticks his tongue out at the display.

“Hush and eat,” Dorian huffs as Cullen smiles, leaning over to kiss the mage's temple.

It was certainly a miracle that Dorian hadn't combusted yet.