#I watched the eternals when it came out and I barely remember any of it. I can name a few characters and that’s it
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💞 — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒, 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄.
💞 — in which vil invites a vampire hunter to live in your castle as a guard. this hunter seems to enjoy pressing your buttons quite a bit.
💞 — vampire!vil schoenheit x vampire!reader x vampire hunter!rook hunt (implied poly)
💞 — warnings: SUGGESTIVE!! nothing crazy, but it is suggestive, hopefully in the gothic romantic sort of way. obvi, blood, mentions of gore. rook says "bon appetit" at some point. vil and reader are "married" but in the eternal partners thanks to immortality sort of way
💞 — 2.2k words. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY @v-anrouge!!! when i was wondering what i should write, i remembered you were the one who gave me the thought of vampire hunter!rook which has completely haunted me since. i wish you a million more happy days <33 think imma do a whole au tagged as "𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄." bc wow i miss vampire stories
Vil could not have been serious about this.
You looked at him in disbelief as he sat at the luxurious table. He ignored your look of disbelief and continued to sip from his wine glass, the rid liquid sloshing to and fro. Any idiot would assume it was just wine or fruit cordial, but no, this was a bit too thick to be either. Your eyes then darted to the smiling blonde bowing at the both of you. That bastard hunter that you and your kind were constantly trying to get away from. He was grinning without a care as if he was not in the presence of one of the most feared vampires in all of the Twisted Wonderland.
“You don’t look too pleased to see me, mon vampire,” he said, tilting his head to the side, smile ever present.
It took everything in you not to scrunch your nose, “What vampire would be pleased at the sight of a hunter?” you retorted, before looking back at Vil. You assumed he was bluffing when he told you he would employ a vampire hunter to keep watch over the castle. You knew why he did it—all that power came with enemies and artifacts that all manner of magical creatures wanted to steal for themselves. But come on, you hoped he would settle for a protective spell.
Vil finally sighed, “He won’t harm you, or me if he knows what’s best for him.”
“Oh, Roi du Poison, no need for worries. I could never dream of tarnishing such beauty,” he replied, standing straight again. Despite that smile of his, there was something sinister beneath it all. He was hiding something, that much was clear.
“Vil, darling, you can’t be serious—”
All the vampire did was stand and make his way over to you, standing behind your seat and placing one of his hands onto your shoulders, and then he used the other to cup your chin so that you were glancing over at him, “Stress ages the skin. Relax your brows,” he told you. Your immortality would keep you from aging just fine, yet he still insisted that you follow these human regiments with him.
After a moment, you sighed, letting your shoulders drop before sending a half-hearted glare at the hunter, “Fine,”
“Good,” Vil moved away from you and to the blonde hunter, his hand quickly grasping his jaw, “And you,”
“Yes?” Rook asked, practically beaming over the fact that the poisonous vampire himself was touching him. He could barely keep himself from reaching out and embracing the vampire.
Before this, he had just been admiring you and your spouse. All of this was like something from one of his dreams. Here he was, in that gothic castle which he had only seen in paintings, with the famed vampires hiding in it. Rook could not wait till he was free to explore the place and uncover the magical secrets that were hidden there. Perhaps he would even get the chance to collect skeletons from the closets.
Your glares were exhilarating and Vil’s touch was just… arousing. This was the type of opportunity he would kill for. He probably did kill for it, no one could know when it came to him.
Vil’s lavender eyes traced over the hunter’s face, before narrowing in on his eyes, “You will be on your best behavior, yes?”
Rook nodded, placing a hand on his chest, “Of course, my queen.”
“Darling, quit your pouting already,” Vil said, glancing at you through the mirror as you tended to his hair. He never let anyone tend to his beauty process, but you. Who would not trust their eternal lover? He began to rub a serum into his skin, “I know you’re not happy, but you’re a vampire, not a toddler.”
You nearly tugged his hair at that, “You know how I feel about vampire hunters,” you told him, “And him? Of all the hunters to bring into our home, you have to bring the one with the most kills under his belt��if he tries anything, I’ll… I—”
“We’ll both feed off of him. Don’t worry,” he said, cutting you off as he turned around to face you. One of his hands reached for the brush and he set it at the vanity behind him while gazing up at you. His hands cupped your hips and forced you closer, “You worry too much. If he messes up, he’ll make for a great meal.”
His hands trailed up and down—hips, to thighs, hips, to waist—he had done this thousands of times before, “You’ve heard of his skill, his strength. A man with such endurance must have plenty of blood… all that running and fighting he does has to show in the health of his arteries. I’ll even let you use those fancy chalices you like,”
Oh, Sevens. He was so attractive when he went into his informative tangents.
A blush covered your cheeks and your hands reached to grab onto his shoulders so that you could balance yourself. Centuries later he still managed to make you blush like a rose. He claimed you were his spouse, but sometimes you felt more like a devout worshipper. His body was the shrine you bowed to, your love was the offerings you held out to him.
“I just ask that you play nice,” he said, his hand drifting from your hip, up to your cheek. A smirk came to his lips as he tugged your face towards him. He smirked when your eyes trailed over to his mouth, “You can do that, right?”
All you could do was nod in response.
“Good,” And finally, he gave in and kissed you, teasingly dragging his fangs along your bottom lip. Vil knew how much you loved when he did that, he could feel it in the little shift you did as he held you close. He pulled away after a moment, just to let his hands dip down to the back of your legs and pull you into his lap, “Now, let me take care of you.”
Living in the castle with Rook was strange, but not completely horrible. He had so much to satisfy his curiosity, so most days you did not see him unless you were in places that he was monitoring. You caught him a few times in the secret tunnels beneath the castle, and the various hiding places that no one knew about.
He tried to get into your good graces with his… strange shows of affection. Last night, when he was walking you home from the opera, he told you how much he wished you would let your rage control so that you would sink your teeth into his pale freckled skin.
Strange, and yet your mind drifted back to the thought of it. Letting go of your control and pouncing onto the hunter, tearing the collar of his shirt, piercing that pretty skin of his. You forced the thoughts out of your mind when you began to imagine what his gasps and whimpers may have sounded like.
Vil seemed to be much more quick to let up when it came to Rook. He did not think the green-eyed hunter was a threat and just let him share his amorous and romantic poetry. At the dinner table, he would laud you and your Queen, comparing himself to the knights of yore, bound to protect and never to touch—and Vil did not interrupt him once. He looked pleased, instead, amused even.
Even more absurd was when Vil began letting Rook help him out with his clothes or his makeup. That had truly caught you off-guard, but you still did not seem to let up on your suspicions. He was just so unsettling sometimes, despite his sweet moments. You worried he would turn around and set a trap for you, or worse, for Vil.
Vil could take care of himself, but you loved him too much to not worry.
“Ah, mon vampire!”
You turned around when the hunter suddenly called out for you. Of course, he just happened to be in the gardens at the same time as you, “Rook,” you muttered, “Do you never sleep?”
He quickly took his spot at your side, his hand drifting to hover around the small of your back, “Now why would I tell a predator like you when I am most vulnerable?” he asked, this thumb sliding over your spine a bit. His green eyes looked a little more threatening for a moment, “That would make me a poor hunter, non?”
That look in his eyes made you shiver.
“I suppose you are right about that.”
You were sure you could take him on in a fight, but you also wished Vil was out here too. Rook always seemed a little more behaved in the presence of Vil, since he was more of a threat than you were—or perhaps Rook just enjoyed toying with you more. When the two of you were alone, Rook seemed more like the bloodthirsty creature, except he thirsted for your ire. He was just begging to be your meal with the way he acted.
His touch grew firm, “Looking for an escape?” he asked, raising a brow, smiling at you. He looked quite pleased with himself.
“No,” you retorted, a little blush coloring your cheeks, “That’s what you should be doing.”
Rook laughed at that and his hand moved off your back and to your hand instead. Gently, he tugged you with him deeper into the gardens, “I would never want to escape from you. No matter how vicious you became,” he told you, affectionately.
You scoffed, “I don’t believe that for a minute,”
“You don’t?”
“Of course not. You’d run with your tail between your legs just as the other mortals do.”
He tugged you a bit harder once he came to a stop, forcing you to fall against him. The blonde nearly shivered as your hands met his chest to steady yourself, “Mon vampire,” he whispered, “You and I both know I would never run from those gorgeous fangs of yours,” he said as his free hand cupped your jaw.
The foolish hunter was guiding your face toward his pale neck. A soft growl came from the back of your throat, “Stupid hunter,” you muttered. That familiar bloodlust began to seep from your every pore.
“Go on,” he cooed, “bon appétit.”
You decided to give in—his blood just smelled too good. You brushed his blonde hair behind his ear before slipping a hand behind his neck to force him closer to you, causing him to place his hands on either side of your head, against one of the pillars in the gardens.
Fangs glittered beneath the night sky like swords on the battlefield, his neck was your enemy. All you wanted to do was suck him dry, and end that dull beating you could hear where his blood was rushing. Vil had told you athletic people carried more blood. He shivered as your tongue swiped against his neck.
“Ah—wetting my neck to make it easier? You are just so—”
Before he could finish with his teasing, you quickly and violently sunk your fangs into his neck, humming in satisfaction as his blood hit your tongue. His body tensed up for a moment and then he relaxed, leaning his body against you, pinning you to the pillar. He gasped a bit at your harsh sucking, but never once did his protest.
Instead, his fingers tenderly carded through your hair, “Mmm… Tu es merveilleux.”
You could not even bring yourself to pull away and reply to his compliments, instead opting to dig your fangs in even deeper. The blood began to drip down your chin, Vil would scold you for that, but you did not care. His blood was delicious.
“What have I told you about getting blood on your clothes when you’re feeding?”
Speak of the devil—erm, vampire.
Quickly, you pulled away from Rook’s neck and you were just about to wipe your face on your sleeve, until you felt Vil’s sharp glare and Rook’s hand grasp your arm in time.
The hunter gave you a teasing smile, before turning his attention to Vil.
There was a frown on Vil’s face, “I can’t believe you managed to make such a mess in the five minutes that I have left you alone.”
“Merci, I do my best.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. Look what you have done to mein schätzelein,” he scolded, as he took out a handkerchief to wipe up your mouth for you. His attention was now on gently wiping away the blood that dripped down to your chin and onto your chest. He patted it down, careful not to rub too hard. A brief look of hunger flashed in his eyes as he wiped the blood. He nearly bent down to lick it off of you instead. “Such a mess... and I thought we promised we’d feed on him together? Greed is not a pretty look for you.”
The flush on your cheeks brightened, much to both of their amusement.
“Don’t scold them, Roi du Poison. It was my fault. I was teasing too much,” Rook interrupted before you could speak. One of his hands trailed down your back, while the other slipped around Vil’s waist, “But since you’re here now, you can have a taste as well.”
Vil rolled his eyes, “I am much better at controlling myself,”
That was a lie. His eyes kept drifting between the pierce marks on Rook’s neck and the little bit of blood stuck on the corner of your lips.
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Finally finished the first part of gai’s 8 gates coma and how kakashi dealt with it rewrite people have been requesting. [tw blood, injury, coma, death discussions, grief]
Kurenai: Kakashi Kks: Ah. Kurenai and...baby, what’s up? Kurenai: You mind if I come in a moment? Kks: Uhhhhh I-
Kks: So what did you need to speak about? Did something happen? K: No, Nothing’s happened. You haven’t gotten to properly see and bond with her yet. Here Kks: You know I’m not fond of kids. K: That’s why I didn’t ask. Hold your arms out. Ok, now, don’t look absolutely petrified.
Kks: She’s ok, I guess [YELP] Oi! Don’t pinch me while I’m holding your baby! K: You wouldn’t drop her. Asuma would haunt you forever! Kks: Terrifying thought, Mirai.... How are you feeling? K: Exhausted. Do you really want to hear how horrifying having a baby is? Kks: No, please don’t tell me.
K: I came over to check on you as well. Any news? Kks: No. He’s still the same. K: Is that why it looks like this in here? Kks: ...Yeah. Doctor said he may never wake up. Since we’re eachother’s medical contacts, Tsunade told me I had to prepare to make hard decisions should it come to that.
Kks: With the council breathing down my neck over a job I don’t want, I had... A bit of an outburst. K: I don’t even blame you. That’s... That they expect you to carry on like normal. Still grieving. The person you love most is gone. But you’re still here. Don’t let them just dust you off and move on again. I’ll always have your back. Kks: You and Asuma always did. Even when I wasn’t grateful for it.
Kks: I can’t tell if they just don’t care or didn’t realize, Gai’s the one who held me together all these years. Only reason I’m still here at all is because of him. I don’t think tenzou, the elders, or the village are prepared for what’ll become of me if I lose him. So, I don’t care anymore. Let them be mad. I won’t give up on him. K: You should talk to him. Kks: huh K: Talk about anything! I’m sure the sound of your voice will help him find his way back. Especially if you sound sad, Kks: uuh
K: I can hear it now, “My eternal rival is sad? Not on my watch!“ Kks: Pretty accurate impression. K: There’s been lots of source material! Kks: Maaa, Your mom’s a huge dork K: Oi! [kakashi chuckles]
K: He’ll be so upset he missed her birth Kks: Oh, devastated. I can’t wait to see the look on Gai’s face, Mirai, when I tell him /I/ held you first! When he wakes up
Kks: Hey, Gai. Kurenai said i should talk to you.
Kks: Feels weird. Most of the people I’m used to talking to like this are all... Dead.
It’s so eerie how silent you’ve been for so long. you’re not even this quiet when you sleep. Your kids come everyday to see you. Naruto and sakura when they can. Lots of others. I’ve been telling them embarrassing stories from when we were kids since you keep making them wait. Do you remember when I came over while you and Dai were making supper
Dai: Kakashi! Good to see you, my boy! Kks: Id Gai home? Dai: He’s helping with supper! Go on, inside, you’re always welcome! Kks: Ok Dai: Atta boy Kks: Hey, G- !? ummm? Gai: OH!! Rival!! Kks: Is that a lid?! Gai: Correct!! It stops me from crying while cutting onions! A win for me!!
Kks: Against.... the onions? Gai: Yep! KKs:[snicker] Gai: Laugh all you want! Not everyone can comprehend innovation. Kks: Whatever. You forgot this at the training grounds. I know it’s yours there’s a turtle on it. Gai: See! You’re already tearing up! Kks: Am not Gai: Also, thankyou so much! Kks: Bye, I’m leaving. Gai: Could it be? You’re scared I can cut much faster than you! Kks: I am not scared. Gai: Good, I think we have another lid! Kks: YOU-!
Dai: Great to see growing boys with such a hunger! I’ll never have to prep onions again! Kks: I think about that everytime I chop onions now. You’ve altered my brain with all the ridiculous things you’ve done. Can’t even look at the toys you’ve gotten the dogs without getting emotional
Kks: Just knowing you’re here still, I can barely function. It’s pretty pathetic... Your hair’s getting long. Turning into your dad.
[gai’s heartbeat] Kks: Gai
[gais heartbeat continues]
[gai’s heartbeat continues] Kks: If anything should happen to me, you’ll rush over, right? Gai: Damn right, I will. Dont you worry about that.
[Gai’s heartbeat]
Kks: I miss you
#kakagai#gaikaka#Kakashi Hatake#Maito Gai#might guy#naruto#my art#//coma#//blood#//death mention#Kurenai Yuhi#mirai sarutobi#naruto spoilers#i guess
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This is my first time requesting a fic so I hope I'm doing it right! I have this cute idea for a hazbin hotel fic that could honestly go for anyone!(Id prefer Lucifer, alastor or vox tho!)
Something where the reader's sin was killing a goldfish, hamster or something small as a small child without knowing any better and that's why they are sent to hell. It takes forever for the reader to remember that it happened and realize that's the only thing they could be in hell for and brings back a bunch of guilt. Whoever it's with is like- really pissed at heaven for counting that as a sin because the reader is literally the sweetest person anyone knows and was just a kid and either comforts them or tries to do something about it??
A/N: I loved this so I decided to write this for all three of them!! I just loved this so much so I felt like it needed all of them if that makes sense. I hope you enjoy and I loved this concept so thank you so much for your request!! happy reading!!
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Alastor aka RADIO DEMON
The realization hit you like a punch to the gut—an old memory, long buried and forgotten, resurfacing with a sharp pang of guilt. You had been in Hell for what felt like an eternity, surrounded by the damned and the wicked, but you had never been able to recall what sin had condemned you to this place. You weren’t like the others. You didn’t have a trail of victims or a past stained with blood. You were kind, gentle, always trying to do right by others. And yet, here you were, trapped in this eternal torment.
The memory came back slowly, piece by piece, until it all fell into place. You had been so young, just a child, maybe four or five years old. The goldfish had been a gift from your parents, a small, delicate thing that had fascinated you. You’d watched it swim in its little bowl, entranced by its shimmering scales and the way it moved through the water with such grace.
But you were a child, curious and clumsy, and you didn’t understand the fragility of life. You remembered reaching into the bowl, wanting to hold the fish, to feel its smooth scales against your skin. But when you pulled it out of the water, it had flopped in your hands, struggling for breath. You didn’t understand what was happening, didn’t realize that you were hurting it. By the time you’d put it back in the water, it was too late. The fish had floated to the surface, still and lifeless.
You’d cried, of course, but you hadn’t understood the gravity of what you’d done. You were just a child. But now, as you stood in the depths of Hell, that memory filled you with a crushing guilt. Was that it? Was that the reason you had been sent here? For something so small, so innocent, done out of ignorance and childish curiosity?
As the weight of the memory settled on you, you felt a presence behind you. The air grew thick with a sense of unease, and you knew without turning around that Alastor, the Radio Demon, was there. He had taken an interest in you from the moment you arrived in Hell, though you could never quite figure out why. Maybe it was your innocence, your kindness, that intrigued him—qualities so rare in this place.
“Ah, my dear,” Alastor’s voice purred, smooth and dripping with a dark amusement. “What is it that troubles you? You look positively distraught.”
You turned to face him, your eyes wide and filled with a deep sorrow. “I remember… I remember why I’m here,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.
Alastor raised an eyebrow, his smile never faltering but his crimson eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. “Oh? And what, pray tell, is this dreadful sin that has condemned such a sweet, innocent soul to Hell?”
You hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. It seemed so ridiculous, so absurd now that you were about to say it out loud. But the guilt gnawed at you, and you couldn’t keep it in any longer. “When I was a child… I… I killed a goldfish,” you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t understand. But it died because of me.”
For a moment, there was silence. Then, Alastor let out a soft, almost incredulous laugh. It wasn’t the cruel, mocking laugh you had expected, but something tinged with disbelief and anger—not at you, but at the situation.
“Is that it?” he asked, his tone sharp and incredulous. “That’s why you’re here? Because of some childhood mistake? A simple, innocent act of curiosity?”
You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know… but that’s the only thing I can think of. That has to be it.”
Alastor’s expression darkened, his usually jovial demeanor replaced by a cold, simmering anger. “Heaven,” he spat, the word laced with venom. “What hypocrites. To send a child to Hell for something so trivial, so insignificant, is beyond cruel. It’s unjust.”
You looked at him, surprised by the intensity of his reaction. “But… but it was still wrong,” you said softly, the guilt still gnawing at you. “I took a life, even if it was just a goldfish. Maybe I deserve to be here.”
Alastor shook his head, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. “No, my dear, you do not deserve this. You were just a child, and children are not held accountable for their innocent mistakes. You were condemned unfairly, and it infuriates me to see someone as pure as you suffer because of it.”
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt your chin up so that you were looking into his eyes. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice low and firm. “You are not like the others here. You do not belong in this wretched place. If I could, I would march up to Heaven myself and demand that they right this wrong, that they acknowledge the cruelty of their judgment.”
You stared at him, shocked by the passion in his voice, the anger in his eyes. You had always seen Alastor as a being of pure malice, a demon who took pleasure in the suffering of others. But now, in this moment, he was different. He was angry for you, on your behalf, and it stirred something deep within you.
“Alastor…” you whispered, your voice breaking.
He sighed, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you. “But alas, there is little I can do to change your fate. The rules of Heaven and Hell are not easily bent, even by one as powerful as I. However,” he added, his voice taking on a softer, almost tender tone, “I can offer you something else. Comfort, companionship… protection. You may be in Hell, my dear, but I will not allow you to suffer alone.”
The offer took you by surprise, and you found yourself staring up at him, unsure of what to say. Alastor, the Radio Demon, offering comfort and companionship? It seemed almost too surreal to believe. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something genuine that made you believe he meant every word.
You nodded slowly, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Alastor smiled, a smile that was still tinged with that ever-present darkness, but also with something warmer, something almost… kind. “You don’t need to say anything, my dear. Just know that you are not alone. Not anymore.”
With that, he pulled you into an embrace, his arms surprisingly gentle as they wrapped around you. You leaned into him, the weight of your guilt and sorrow easing just a little as you allowed yourself to be comforted. It wasn’t much, but it was enough—for now. And maybe, just maybe, with Alastor by your side, you could find a way to live with the past and the unjust fate that had brought you here.
Vox aka HEAD OF VOX TECH
You had never really understood why you were condemned to Hell. Unlike the many souls writhing in the pit, you didn’t have a string of atrocities trailing behind you. You didn’t murder, cheat, or betray. In fact, in your mortal life, you were known for being kind, caring, and overly cautious. And yet, here you were, suffering in Hell without a clue as to what had brought you here.
At first, you tried to remember, to piece together what might have happened, but every time you searched your memories, you came up empty. The only thing that ever came to mind was a stupid, childish incident—one that surely couldn’t be the reason for your damnation.
You’d been about eight years old, with a love for all things small and furry. That’s when you got your first pet, a little hamster you named Buttons. You adored Buttons, carrying him around in your hands, giving him treats, and petting his soft fur. But one day, while playing, you squeezed him a little too hard. You hadn’t meant to. You were just a child, after all, but that didn’t change what happened. Buttons stopped moving, his little body going limp in your hands. You cried for hours, not understanding what you had done, only knowing that your beloved pet was gone and that you were to blame.
You’d buried the memory, convincing yourself it was just a mistake, a tragic accident that any child might have made. But here, in Hell, it was the only thing you could think of. Could that really be it? Could you really have been damned for something so small, so innocent?
It was a thought that haunted you, gnawed at your insides until you couldn’t take it anymore. You found yourself wandering through the dark, twisted corridors of Hell, your mind lost in a storm of guilt and confusion. That’s when you felt it—eyes on you, watching, observing. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Vox had taken an interest in you almost immediately after your arrival in Hell. It wasn’t unusual for him to be intrigued by someone new, but there was something about you that kept pulling him back. You were different from the others—gentle, kind, and most of all, innocent. That kind of innocence was a rare commodity in Hell, and Vox was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
“Lost in thought again, aren’t we?” Vox’s voice crackled through the air, distorted slightly by the static that always seemed to surround him.
You froze, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, exactly, but Vox was intimidating in a way that words couldn’t quite capture. He was larger than life, a presence that seemed to fill the room, even when he wasn’t physically there.
“I…” you started, your voice trembling slightly as you turned to face him. “I just can’t stop thinking about it. About why I’m here. I can’t remember doing anything that would deserve… this.”
Vox’s neon-lit face twisted into a smirk, though there was something darker lurking behind his glowing eyes. He tilted his head, his massive form leaning casually against a nearby wall as he continued to watch you. “You’re in Hell, darling. Everyone’s here for a reason.”
You swallowed hard, your mind racing as you tried to find the words to explain. “But that’s just it. I don’t have a reason. At least, not one that makes sense. The only thing I can think of… it’s ridiculous.”
Vox’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Oh? Do tell. I’m all ears.”
You hesitated, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you forced yourself to speak. “When I was a kid… I had a hamster. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I squeezed him too hard, and… and he died.” Your voice cracked as the memory resurfaced, filling you with a wave of guilt and shame. “That’s the only thing I can think of. I was just a kid, but what if that’s why I’m here? What if that’s what sent me to Hell?”
For a moment, Vox was silent, his glowing eyes fixed on you as if he were trying to process what you’d just said. Then, he let out a harsh, distorted laugh, his voice crackling with a mix of amusement and anger. “That’s it? That’s what you think got you sent to Hell? A childhood mistake? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You flinched at his laughter, feeling small and foolish under his gaze. “I know it sounds stupid,” you mumbled, looking down at the ground. “But I can’t think of anything else. Maybe Heaven saw it as some kind of cruelty or—”
“Bullshit,” Vox cut you off, his voice sharp and electric. He pushed off the wall, striding over to you with an intensity that made your heart race. “That’s not cruelty. That’s a mistake. A kid not knowing any better. If that’s really why you’re here, then Heaven is more fucked up than I thought.”
You looked up at him, surprise flickering in your eyes. You’d never heard him speak like this before—so angry, so protective. “But… what if that’s all it takes?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “What if that’s enough to damn someone?”
Vox’s eyes blazed with a fierce light, his hand reaching out to grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Listen to me, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You don’t belong here. You’re not like the rest of these damned souls. You’re… different. Innocent. And if some bullshit technicality is what sent you here, then Heaven’s got a lot to answer for.”
You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sank in. He was right—deep down, you knew he was right. You didn’t belong in Hell. But the guilt, the overwhelming sense of responsibility for that long-ago mistake, was hard to shake.
“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I can’t change the past, and I can’t go back. I’m stuck here, no matter what.”
Vox’s grip on your chin softened, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “Maybe you can’t go back, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer for it. You’re in Hell, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to be miserable. You’ve got me, don’t you?” His voice dropped to a lower, almost seductive tone as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make sure this place doesn’t break you.”
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, his proximity making your head spin. Despite the fearsome reputation he had, there was something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, that made you feel… safe. Like he really meant it when he said he would protect you.
“But what about Heaven?” you asked, your voice small and unsure. “What if they’re watching? What if they… try to punish me again?”
Vox’s eyes flashed with anger, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Let them try,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “I’d like to see them come down here and explain themselves. If Heaven wants to play dirty, they’ll have to go through me first.”
You stared at him, stunned by the intensity of his words. No one had ever stood up for you like this before, especially not against something as powerful as Heaven itself. It was overwhelming, and yet… comforting. Maybe you couldn’t change the past, but with Vox by your side, maybe you could find a way to live with it.
Slowly, you nodded, a small, tentative smile forming on your lips. “Thank you, Vox. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Vox’s expression softened, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture. “You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”
As you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The guilt was still there, but it was tempered by the knowledge that you weren’t alone. Vox was with you, and he was determined to protect you, no matter what. Maybe Hell wasn’t where you belonged, but as long as you had him by your side, you knew you’d find a way to make it through.
Lucifer aka THE KING OF HELL
You sat in Lucifer’s grand office, your fingers anxiously twisting in your lap as your thoughts swirled in confusion. You had been in Hell for a while now, and yet the reason for your damnation still eluded you. It was maddening, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pinpoint the sin that had condemned you to this fiery realm.
Lucifer watched you closely from behind his lavish desk, his sharp eyes catching every slight movement you made. He had always found you to be an enigma—so sweet, so innocent, and yet, here you were in the depths of Hell. It didn’t make sense, and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.
“Love,” Lucifer’s voice was smooth, like silk brushing against your skin, “I can practically hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours. What troubles you so?”
You glanced up at him, your eyes reflecting the turmoil within. “I just don’t understand, Lucifer. I’ve been thinking and thinking, and I still can’t figure out what I did to end up here. It’s like… it doesn’t add up.”
Lucifer leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he studied you. “Not all sins are remembered easily,” he mused, his tone contemplative. “Some are buried deep within, forgotten or dismissed, but still weighed heavily by those who pass judgment.”
“But that’s just it,” you insisted, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve searched through every memory, every mistake, and nothing seems big enough, bad enough, to have damned me. I was never… evil. At least, I don’t think I was.”
A slight frown tugged at Lucifer’s lips, a rare expression of displeasure crossing his usually calm demeanor. “Tell me, my love, what are the memories that you have found? The ones you believe to be insignificant?”
You hesitated, biting your lip as you gathered the courage to speak. “There’s this one thing… I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better. I had a best friend, and we were inseparable. But one day, I got jealous—stupid, childish jealousy—and I told a lie that got them in trouble. They were punished for something they didn’t do, and I never confessed. I was too scared.”
Lucifer’s gaze softened slightly as he listened, though his eyes gleamed with something darker—resentment, perhaps, but not directed at you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he fixed you with an intense stare. “And you believe that is the reason you’re here? A child’s lie?”
You nodded slowly, your heart heavy with guilt. “I know it doesn’t seem like much, but… what if that’s it? What if that’s the one thing that damned me?”
A low chuckle escaped Lucifer, his voice rich with amusement, though there was an underlying edge to it. “My love, if Heaven condemns souls to Hell for such trivialities, then they are more twisted than even I had thought.” His smile turned cold, a bitterness seeping into his tone. “It seems they are as quick to punish as they are to pretend their hands are clean.”
You looked at him, confusion and a flicker of hope warring within you. “But… what if they’re right? What if that lie was enough?”
Lucifer stood, his presence towering over you as he moved around the desk to stand by your side. He reached out, gently lifting your chin so that you were forced to look up at him. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the power and authority he radiated.
“They are not right,” he said firmly, his eyes boring into yours. “You were a child. A child who made a mistake. That is not evil, nor is it worthy of damnation. You do not belong here for something so minor, so human.”
His words washed over you like a balm, easing the knot of anxiety that had taken root in your chest. “Then why am I here?” you whispered, your voice filled with desperation. “What could I have done?”
Lucifer’s expression softened, and he let out a sigh, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “The truth, my love, is that sometimes the reasons for being here are not fair. Sometimes, they are born of Heaven’s need to appear just, even when they are far from it. You may be here because of a mistake, but that does not mean you deserve to suffer.”
You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his words, even as they stirred a deep sadness within you. “It doesn’t feel fair,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’ve been punished for something I didn’t even understand.”
Lucifer’s eyes flashed with anger, though it was clear his ire was not directed at you. “It is not fair,” he agreed, his tone laced with resentment. “Heaven is quick to cast out those who do not fit their mold, regardless of whether they deserve it. They hide behind their righteousness, but in truth, they are no less flawed than the souls they condemn.”
You looked up at him, your heart aching at the pain and anger in his voice. “You… you sound like you’ve experienced this before. Like you’ve seen how unfair it can be.”
Lucifer’s gaze darkened, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “I have seen it many times, love. More than you can imagine. Heaven is not the paradise they would have you believe. It is a place of judgment, of exclusion, and for those who do not conform, it is a place of damnation.”
He paused, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “But you do not have to face this alone. You have me, and I will ensure that Hell is not the torment they intended for you. You will find peace here, with me.”
Your breath hitched as his words sunk in, the weight of your situation lightening just a little under his promise. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Lucifer’s expression softened further, and for a moment, the cold, calculating ruler of Hell was replaced by someone almost… human. “You will never have to find out,” he whispered, his voice tender as he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing gently against yours.
The kiss was soft, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid of breaking you with the intensity of his emotions. But there was a warmth there, a reassurance that you weren’t alone, that you were safe with him. As he pulled back, his eyes met yours, and you could see the depth of his feelings—his resentment toward Heaven, his protectiveness over you, and something else, something deeper that he kept hidden behind his regal facade.
“Rest now, my love,” Lucifer murmured, his hand lingering on your cheek as he straightened up. “You have been through enough. Let me shoulder the burden of your past. You belong here with me, and I will not allow Heaven’s judgment to take you from me.”
You nodded, a sense of calm settling over you as you allowed yourself to trust in his words. For the first time since you arrived in Hell, you felt like you weren’t alone, like you had someone who truly understood the injustice of your situation. And as you looked up at Lucifer, you knew that, despite everything, you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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Eternal Flame (2) - Those Eyes
Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.
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-I close my eyes and all I see is you and the small things you do-
Jenna couldn’t remember the last time she’s gotten this excited. Soon she’d turn eighteen, she was about to start filming Scream, meet several legends in person, work with people that already seemed like they were absolutely amazing, and, well, work with you. She walked into the hotel late at night, past ten o’clock, meaning she missed dinner, but she was excited nonetheless, barely feeling the hunger after hours of traveling.
“Hi, I’m sorry I’m checking in this late,” she gave her ID to the receptionist.
“Don’t worry about it, thank you for choosing our hotel,” the receptionist smiled politely, the entire cast basically booking the hotel was going to be profitable for it.
“Say, could you tell me where some of the others are? Which rooms I mean?” Jenna asked with a bit of a shy smile on her face.
He raised an eyebrow, and she knew she could just send a message, so yeah, in hindsight it probably didn’t make her seem like the smartest person around. “Sure,” he checked the papers and pulled out a map of the floor she was on. “You’re between Melissa and Mikey, and Jack and Dylan are also on your side of the floor. Mason, Y/N, Jasmin and Sonia are on the other side of the floor, Neve, Courtney and David are on the floor above you,” he told her and pointed at each room as he said the names. Room 23, she smiled but quickly reigned it in. The two of you have been texting on and off these past few weeks, and Jenna definitely felt the connection between you. It’s been so long since she made a friend close to her own age, and it really felt like the two of you were heading in that direction.
“Thank you,” she said and took key to her room, thankful that her stuff arrived before she did, so it was already waiting for her in her room. She went up the stairs to her room but just as she was about to unlock it she looked down the hall and changed her mind, heading right for your room first.
The number 23 on the door seemed almost intimidating for a moment, after all, she didn’t even send you a message to ask if you wanted to hang out. Still, she remembered all the texts you exchanged, the time you spent hanging out, eating lunch and dinner at the same place and then walking through the park and sitting on a bench, watching the sky. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all, so, she knocked and took one step back, waiting for you to open the doors.
And you did, you opened the doors dressed in sweatpants and light gray T-shirt. “Hey,” she smiled, stepping closer to you. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced,” she apologized and readily accepted it when you just pulled her in for a hug. It felt warm, welcoming, and Jenna felt herself sinking into that feeling.
“I’m glad you did,” you whispered as you pulled back and smiled brightly at her. There was nothing in your body language, not a single hint that you were annoyed, or that she interrupted you. She could only see genuine happiness to see her in your eyes, in the way your touch lingered, and how openly you moved to invite her in. “Come on, I’m sure you’re hungry,” your words took her by surprise.
A bit of her should have felt guilty, because in a way it made it sound like she just came to eat, but the promise of a meal instead of going to bed hungry made any guilt she could have felt disappear for the moment. “Sure, but how did you know?” she asked as you led her into your room and Jenna found herself looking around, especially since she didn’t get to see her own room. The room was simple, offering basic furniture, and each came with its own bathroom, it looked comfortable, and she noticed the final script lying on the table.
“Just a guess. I sent you a message a while ago to see if you were hungry,” you said and turned the stove on. Jenna felt heat rushing to her cheeks, she once again neglected her phone. She should probably send a message to her family. For now, she looked at you moving around the hotel room. From the looks of it the rooms came with small kitchen, enough for someone to make a simple meal, or heat up the leftovers, just so they wouldn’t have to go to the kitchen. Sometimes they could make meals themselves and sometime the hotel staff would take care of it, that was the deal from what Jenna heard. She was brought out of her thoughts by the smell that made her mouth water as you placed a small pot filled with rice pilaf with green peas and corn, and you must have added something else to it because it smelled incredible.
“Oh, I’m definitely hungry,” she said, and as if on cue her stomach confirmed her hunger and the two of you laughed. “Join me?” she asked as you heat up the pilaf, she grew up in a large family, often worked with a lot of people that usually had meals together at a designated large area, and she found that she hated eating alone, no matter how often it happened between projects.
“I guess I could,” you agreed, much to Jenna’s relief. “Could you set the table? There’s a few plates and utensils in the cupboard to my left,” you told her and it was just another reason Jenna felt comfortable around you. When she was with you it didn’t matter that she was an actress, you didn’t treat her like that automatically made her free to just sit and wait for you to serve a meal for her.
“Mhm,” she hummed and found the things you’d need for your rather late dinner. “Do you want me to take them to the table or wait until you fill the plates first?” she asked as you went to cut a tomato for a quick salad.
You paused for a moment. “Take them to the table,” you eventually decided and Jenna did it.
She turned toward you, catching herself watching your back as you spread a bit of vegan cheese over the tomato and seasoned it with a bit of salt. She noticed your movement, easy, relaxed, yet precise. That seemed to be your normal, just chill and easygoing, calming in a way, and she found it hard to imagine you being tense, or anxious. At least that’s how you looked to her from this close. You’ve shown her brief glimpses of nervousness, but it was just the regular amount, nothing out of the ordinary, and she found herself admiring that attitude.
Of course, she was yet to get to truly know you, but those were her first impressions.
“There,” you said as you finished preparing the salad and washed your hands on the sink before carrying the pot and the plate filled with the salad to the table where Jenna was waiting for you.
She watched you as you filled up the plates, your eyes met for a moment and you grinned, as if promising her she’d like the food. She knew she would, taste aside, though she had no doubt about that either, you took time to either get or make this for her, and she’d love it for that alone. She waited until you sat down, though with how hungry she was and how good the food smelled she found it really hard to resist. Finally, once you sat down she took a spoonful of the pilaf and hummed at how good it was. “Oh, this is amazing,” she praised and quickly turned to you. “Did you make this?” she could already guess the answer, but she still asked, almost astonished by how good it tasted.
“Yeah,” and that was all you really needed to tell her as you ate dinner at late hours of the night, on the first night of your stay at the hotel where you’d be filming Scream.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” Jenna told you once you emptied your plates, that fondness for you that’s been growing since meeting up in Los Angeles making her feel warm despite the slight chill of the late September night.
About an hour after she came into your hotel room her eyes widened and she quickly grabbed her phone. “Shit, mom will kill me,” she quickly sent a message to her mom, not wanting to interrupt her since she was at work at the moment.
She did it again, she lost track of everything while with you.
~X~
The birthday surprise sounded like a great idea, after all, you just had to hide it from Jenna for a couple of days. Nothing too bad, right? You underestimated just how difficult that was going to be. Especially since she seemed to like your company, and normally you’d be thrilled by that, but you were trying to surprise her for her birthday!
You also had to handle figuring out what she liked and didn’t like, or if there were any food allergies to worry about, or decision she may have made herself. And asking her about her preferences in sweets might be a bit too obvious. So, you did your best with what you had. Jenna mentioned she became a vegan a while ago in passing, so you knew that, and from what David told Melissa, Jenna wasn’t allergic to anything. So, there you were, in the hotel kitchen seeing what ingredients you had available and which one you were missing as you mentally went through different cakes you thought Jenna might like.
Making the cake would also be fairly easy. The kitchen was kinda bland, the regular dark gray kitchen, but it was spacious, and you would be able to easily get used to it. Most importantly, it looked like hiding the cakes would be easy. That was basically the deal, make two cakes so everyone can get a slice, Mikey and Melissa would handle some small appetizers, and that would be it. Get some non-alcoholic drinks, sing a song, and make sure not to overwhelm the girl, because you imagined that having a bunch of, basically, strangers, organize a huge surprise birthday party might be a bit overwhelming for anyone. And Jenna was already a bit shy and definitely introverted, so there was that too. You considered preparing a dinner, but between too many people being there and simply being unable to disappear for the whole day you gave up on that idea.
So, you were leaning on the counter, in the middle of flipping through the pages of your recipe notebook because you liked having hand-written notebook with recipes you’ve made and could comfortably claim were good. Remembering them was all well and good, but double checking was always a good choice. And then the kitchen doors opened.
“Oh, hi,” you heard Jenna’s voice and jumped, notebook flying up into the air as you tried to catch it. Only to just barely graze it with the tips of your fingers and have it land in front of Jenna’s feet. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” she quickly apologized when she got over the initial surprise, but you could see the amused smile on her face. You smiled back, seeing right through her, she was a bit proud of making you lose your composure, and well, you could respect that.
Well, it wasn’t that you were easily scared, you just did not expect her of all people. And you kinda panicked when the one you were meant to make a birthday cake for caught you in the kitchen! Even if you were yet to do anything. Especially since you kind of doubted you could lie to her, that’s how quickly she broke through any defense you may have had. “Right, that was,” you paused, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Embarrassing,” you chuckled as you leaned back on the counter.
Jenna shrugged with a small smile on her face. “Please, do I need to remind you how many times I embarrassed myself, I think you’ll survive,” you could tell she was curious about the notebook. It was old, worn out, which was normal since it was half a decade old, a birthday gift from Barbara, s there was sentimental value to it as well.
“Oh, right, I forgot you were way worse,” you shrugged, the grin on your face giving away that you were joking.
Jenna frowned, and for a moment your heart skipped a beat. “Mhm, I’m sure I was,” she turned away from you and began looking for something in the kitchen.
You immediately backtracked. “Wait, please, I didn’t mean-“ but before you could finish you caught an amused look in her eyes, you still haven’t gotten to know her well enough to know for sure if she was joking, and she was still using that. It didn’t change the fact that you were still caught off guard by how expressive her eyes were. “Oh, you are sneaky,” you grinned.
“I’m looking for some fruit. You want some?” she asked you.
“I guess I could go for some fruit. There’s some canned pineapple in the storage, apples and bananas over there on that counter and some grapes and plums in the fridge,” you told her and she went over to the fridge.
“Grapes sound good,” she took a couple of smaller clusters and you pulled two bowls out. They were already washed so she just placed two clusters in each bowl. “Wanna eat them together?” she suggested, and you nodded with a grin, you quite enjoyed eating dinner with her last night, so you easily accepted sharing the fruit. So, you ended up following her through the halls into the dining hall, it wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t crowded either and you both greeted the few people you walked by.
You sat down next to Jenna and popped a grape into your mouth. “Did you get in trouble with your mom last night?” you asked and she shook her head.
“She understands, and I may have thrown you under the bus and said you held me up,” she revealed, clearly completely serious and you just froze with a grape in hand.
“Preposterous,” you huffed, and she raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it is fair, but-“ yet before you could finish your sentence Jenna stole the grape in your hand and ate it. “Now that’s just uncalled for,” you blinked, taken aback by her boldness and Jenna just, she just laughed, leaning on your shoulder for support.
“You were saying?” she reminded you, but you just shrugged.
“Guess you’ll never know, thief,” you teased her just as your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you saw you were meant to go and prepare for the fight scene. Now, you were serious about your job, but a minute or two wouldn’t hurt, especially when you felt this at ease around Jenna, and you dared to say she felt the same way.
You moved on to the second cluster and your eyes widened a bit when you realized just how sweet it was. “Damn, these are really good!” without really thinking you split the cluster and dropped half of it in Jenna’s bowl.
“Wait, Y/N,” Jenna began protesting, even if she just stole a grape out of your hand, but you plucked the few grapes remaining on your cluster and got up to dispose of the trash.
You just winked at her. “Sorry, ma’am, duty calls,” you mock-saluted. “No, seriously, they need to go over the fight scene with me,” you made sure to explain and left the slightly embarrassed girl.
“Good luck!” Jenna exclaimed and you pumped your fist up in the air.
~X~
Two days later you were in the gym doing pull-ups when Melissa jogged in and looked around after she spotted you. “Good, you’re here, is everything set for Sunday?” she asked, not beating around the bushes in case Jenna somehow came in.
“Yeah, just need to actually make the cakes,” it wasn’t the first time Melissa came in to talk about the surprise while you were working out, and when she told you it was okay to just keep training you found no reason to go against that. You had about fifteen minutes left anyway. You dropped down after finishing the set and took a few deep breaths, next one would be tough.
“Great, and you’re sure she doesn’t suspect anything?” she asked, making you nod.
“Not one thing. So far so good, we’ve all been busy, especially her since she has the first half of the opening scene to film, so she hasn’t been paying attention to things that may have given the surprise away,” and there were few things. She bumped into Mikey and Jasmin after they did the shopping for the appetizers. She ended up walking into the kitchen while you were talking to the hotel staff about what you’d need to borrow, and even Melissa had a close call or two from what you heard from others.
Melissa nodded at that, satisfied with the answer. “I think having a birthday away from your closest loved ones, especially one as significant as the eighteenth birthday would make someone feel lonely, and she’s a lovely girl. I’d like her to feel appreciated,” Melissa confessed. You could see she almost immediately got attached to Jenna, and you were willing to bet she felt even a bit protective, so slipping into the role of the protective older sister definitely wouldn’t be difficult for Melissa.
Not that you could say anything, you’ve known Jenna for less than a month, chemistry test not included, and you couldn’t deny that you felt the say way Melissa did. You wanted Jenna to be happy and if you could do something to make her birthday feel better, you’d do it in a heartbeat.
“We’ll do everything we can to make her feel that way,” you confirmed, jumping up and grabbing onto the bar with only your right hand. You gritted your teeth, focused and did one-armed pull-up, ignoring the gasp Melissa let out. Yeah, you figured one-armed pull-ups were a bit impressive.
~X~
The first few days of filming, at least for you, were mostly used for preparations, going over the fight choreography and practicing the fights, so you barely filmed any scenes, though you and Jenna got through the scene you did for chemistry read. You were both definitely comfortable with one another, but you both also knew every other scene between you two from now on would rely on touch even more.
And surprisingly you were perfectly fine with it. And it wasn’t just that you were professionals doing your jobs, you really were comfortable with Jenna’s touch.
It wasn’t the touch that you were worried about, in fact the only scene you were truly worried about, as far as your own acting went, was the climax of the hospital scene. When your and Jenna’s characters are held by Ghostfaces, and your character gets shot while Tara has an asthma attack. Honestly, you were kind of dreading that scene. Not only would it be emotionally draining, but you felt like you were still not back to the performance level from Logan, having only been acting for a few days now, and you just weren’t sure of yourself. You knew, you understood that for the scene to be done well you and Jenna would have to give it your all, and make it not the sum of those two parts, but something bigger, better than that. At least the scene would be filmed over the span of three days so you hoped you could get your act together by then.
Right now, you and Jenna were settling down on the bed, with Keith, one of the stuntmen for Ghostface getting ready and putting the mask on.
“Are you comfortable?” you asked as Jenna lay down with her head on your chest. You could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks as she swallowed the lump in her throat and you hesitated to pt your arm around her like you were supposed to.
“I am, don’t worry,” she assured you, and she was honest, she really was, but deep down you could sense she needed reassurance. Yet you weren’t sure how to give it to her. “You? I can move a bit more to the side if you want?” she suggested, but you shook your head.
“I’m okay,” you looked down at your arm and she nodded, giving you the permission to hold her. It wasn’t like the couple of hugs you had, this was more intimate, would last longer, would probably be repeated a few times. While Jenna seemed to enjoy the hugs, you understood why she was nervous. It wasn’t even you in particular, but just being this close with someone, especially when it was the first scene like this for the two of you.
Matt and Tyler finishing giving instructions to everyone, the two of you closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. Keith walked into the room, and you heard him stopping at the bottom of the bed. He paused, as he was meant to do. Since Amber was supposed to watch Tara and C/N for a bit and then try to kill your character.
Keith then moved, but bumped his foot on the bed and winced. “I’m okay,” he assured, and you opened you eyes, you’d have to start over anyway.
“I always feel like somebody's watching me! Who's playing tricks on me?” you sang, so abruptly Jenna began giggling and you laughed, soon enough the crew around you lost composure.
“I’m so sorry,” Jenna apologized as she struggled to control her giggles.
“Completely my fault,” you grinned, and you felt her relaxing significantly more, relaxing into your touch. You didn’t say anything, pretending not to notice the shift in her posture, as she was no longer trying to hold most of her weight on her side but properly leaned on you. Her eyes shone brightly as she finally stopped giggling and looked at you with a grin on her face.
There it was, the look you were hoping to see. The same way she looked at you when you weren’t filming.
“Okay, now that everyone is calm again, take two!” Matt instructed and the two of you and Keith got back into your positions.
Keith walked to your side of the bed, and you felt robes brushing against you, which was your cue. You moved quickly, just barely syncing with his movement and catching his wrist. You stayed like that for a few moments, letting your character process everything as Keith pretended, he was trying to push the knife into your chest to no avail.
Jenna opened her eyes and screamed, and it was impressive to say the least. And she quickly placed her hand between your chest and the tip of your knife. But more than that, the way she scream, the way she moved, you, even if only for a bit, felt the anger your character would be feeling in these circumstances.
So, you and Keith went through the practiced action scene of the day, first with the knee to his shoulder, and elbow to the guts, of course, just making it look like you were hitting him. You gently moved Jenna aside. “I’ll be right back,” and your eyes widened. That wasn’t meant to be the line!
“Cut!” Tyler exclaimed and you just sat up.
“Sorry about that,” you apologized to Jenna and Keith, and also the rest of the crew, but mostly to the two of them.
Jenna, however, seemed to have another idea. “Wait, isn’t that one of the rules? Don’t say ‘I’ll be back’?” she asked, and you could swear you saw lightbulbs lighting up above Matt and Tyler’s heads.
“You’re right! We’re keeping that in, get back into positions!”
And so, you did, getting it all just right in the next take.
~X~
Finally, Sunday, and with that Jenna’s eighteenth birthday came, and you would soon stop having to hide the truth from the younger actress. You figured she’d spend the morning on the call with her family, so she’d likely just grab a snack from the kitchen instead of eating breakfast with you like she did these past few days. Well, it wasn’t only with you, someone else was usually there as well, but she was always next or very close to you.
You were somewhat glad she would skip the breakfast with you, because keeping your eyes open seemed like an impossible task at the moment, and you kept almost dozing off at the table with your sandwich lying on the table, unwrapped and barely touched. Seeing how many times you jerked awake it really was good that Jenna wouldn’t see you in this state.
Though, maybe you underestimated how used Jenna got to eating with you.
“Hi!” she dropped onto the seat next to you with a light breakfast, just some cereal and a French toast, and even as sleepy as you were you could tell she was in a really good mood.
“Morning, Jen,” you, however yawned, seeing as you spent most of the last night making the cakes and didn’t really get any sleep. You’d have to take a nap later, but more importantly you were surprised Jenna was here instead of sleeping in or something. It was seven in the morning! It was her birthday! Did that mean nothing to her?
“Long night?” she asked, both concerned and amused by the state you were , and if you weren’t so sleep deprived maybe you would have noticed that she was holding back on telling you something.
“Yeah,” you felt like it would be easier to bench a thousand pounds than it was to keep your head from dropping onto the table. If it was any other week you’d be fine, but between making the cakes, long workouts, action-heavy scenes, as well as practicing for them, and pure mental exhaustion brought on by your high expectations of yourself you were just about ready to drop.
And Jenna noticed that. She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Hey, hey look at me,” she whispered gently. “Go back to bed, okay? Do it for me?” well now, who were you to refuse such a sweet and genuine request.
“You’re the boss,” you began packing your sandwich, but Jenna placed her hand over your own, taking the task over. “Sorry,” you apologized but she just smiled at you, and you could see she didn’t mind doing it.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your bed,” she place your sandwich on her tray, picked it up and took your hand, slowly guiding you back to your room.
“Jen,” you nearly wished her happy birthday, it was on the tip of your tongue, but you weren’t about to ruin the surprise. “Thanks,” instead you just thanked her, hoping that one word would be enough to show that you really, genuinely appreciated her doing this for you as you unlocked your doors and stumbled to the bed, not even bothering to lay down properly.
You still felt a blanket covering you and a soft hand lifting your head up just enough to put a pillow underneath it.
~X~
The entire cast let the day go on as usual, just chilling out together and getting to know each other. Not once did you hear anyone wish happy birthday to Jenna, so you figured she didn’t tell anyone and was just going along with the day as if it was any other. Though, she did spend some time in her room, on a call with her family. You were glad it happened to be Sunday, she deserved to rest on her birthday.
By the time the dinner was approaching you were making sure everything was set, the appetizers, the birthday cakes, you went with an icy wind cake, using layers of kiwi, banana, strawberry and blueberries on the very top. It was a cake your neighbor taught you how to make while you were still a teen, and considering you found out that Jenna did like most fruits you figured this was a good choice.
“Is everything ready?” Melissa asked as her, Mason and Jasmin came in, ready to help you bring everything out.
“Yeah, just lighting the candles,” you said, lighting the candles on both of the round cakes.
“You know, I think she’ll love this,” Mason commented as he and Jasmin took the plates with appetizers, while you and Melissa took one cake each.
“I sure hope so, it was a pain in the ass to hide this from her,” Jasmin laughed and nudged you with her elbow. “Especially for you.”
“Don’t remind me,” you chuckled, thinking back to the many times Jenna nearly stumbled into the surprise you all were preparing for her.
Jasmin opened the doors for the four of you while Mikey kept Jenna distracted and with her back turned to the door you would come through. And then, when she saw the four of you, she grinned. “And, three, two, one!” she exclaimed as everyone else from the cast began clapping and all of you began singing ‘Happy birthday’ to Jenna.
Poor girl looked around wide-eyed, completely taken aback with a dark blush covering her cheeks. “Oh my god!” she hid her face in her hands, something you noticed she did whenever she felt shy and embarrassed.
“Someone remembered your birthday,” Melissa motioned toward David “And we had to celebrate it,” she set the cake down on the table and patted Jenna on the shoulder to comfort her.
“Thank you!” Jenna quickly hugged her and got up, going to Jasmin and Mason and hugging them as well, as you were still busy placing the cake next to the one Melissa left on the table. The moment your hands were free from the cake she quickly hugged you, keeping her hold on you firm and tight as she nuzzled against your shoulder. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she whispered before going on to hug each and every person in the room.
You took a camera from Mikey and gestured toward it as Jenna got ready to blow the candles. “Please,” she gave you the permission and you snapped a few photos as she blew the candles out and then handed the camera back to Mikey so she could handle taking the photos. You and Melissa had another task, to cut the cakes since Jenna was still a bit too shocked by all of this.
“Here, birthday girl,” you grinned as you gave her the first piece and she playfully rolled her eyes at the name before taking the plate.
“This looks amazing, where did you even get it?” she asked as she waited for everyone else to get a piece. And then the realization hit her when she saw your grin. “No way!”
“Apparently someone was cast too perfectly for her role,” Mikey teased you a bit as you handed her the piece. “Y/N made them,” she confirmed what Jenna already figured out Jenna just looked at you, her eyes looking into your soul and heart as you shrugged.
“I never said my cooking is limited to basics,” you grinned handing out the last few pieces to whoever didn’t have their piece. There was maybe a sixth of the second cake left by the time you were done. As you set the knife down you felt a hand on your wrist and you turned around, and before you could register what was going on Jenna pulled you in for another hug. “Thank you, you shouldn’t have, but thank you,” she whispered as you hugged her back.
“Don’t mention it,” you told her softly. The two of you went and sat down and began eating the cake.
Jenna hummed at the taste, and you couldn’t hold back a proud grin on your face. “This is amazing! You have to give me a recipe,” she wasn’t asking for it, she damn near demanded it.
“Sure, but I have to try it when you make it,” you said, pulling out your phone and typing the recipe from memory.
Jenna shook her head. “I can’t make this, but my mom can,” she explained, causing you to nod.
“There, sent it,” you told her after a few minutes and then you just enjoyed the celebration, which quickly turned into a chaotic fun as Mason and Jack tried to get the projector to work so you could all watch a movie.
“When is your birthday?” Jenna asked, watching fondly as the chaos ensued in the room.
“Don’t know,” you smirked teasingly.
“Come on, tell me,” she persisted, even going as far as to lean closer to you to try and get you to talk.
“I’m telling you, I don’t know. Mom was Chinese zodiac enthusiast, dad hated everything, so all I know is I’m born in the year of the metal dragon. Yes, metal dragon was very important to her, so much so that she waited nine years to have me,” you said it so confidently, so casually, that you wouldn’t blame someone if they took you seriously.
“Y/N,” Jenna warned you teasingly.
“Enjoy the day, I’ll tell you tomorrow. I was born in the year of the dragon though, that isn’t a lie,” you assured her, and though she pouted, she sighed and accepted that trying to get that information out of you right now was more than likely futile.
“Thanks again, for making the cakes for me,” she said, leaning slightly on your shoulder as the movie finally started.
“Anytime, Jen,” you whispered.
“Wait, so that’s why you were sleepy this morning!” she suddenly realized, and you just laughed, pulling her in for a one-armed hug as she pouted at you.
“Thanks for taking care of me, by the way,” you told her, hoping she would know this was fine, that you were more than happy to do this, and that given the chance you’d do it again.
~X~
When you came back to your room a few hours later it was after everyone was done with the celebration. It probably could have went on for a bit longer, but you all had to go back to filming in the morning so no more partying for any of you, that was for sure.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you raised an eyebrow, not a lot of people called you. You took it from your pocket and grinned, answering immediately.
“Well, hello there!” you fell back on the bed, your day just got even better, if that was possible.
“Hey kid, got anything you’d like to share?” you could hear the teasing, as well as pride in Hugh’s voice. He already knew, you could tell that much, but he wanted to hear it from you as well.
“Back to filming, but you already knew that,” you wondered if you could live up to it, to his expectations. What were his expectations anyway?
“Yes, Tom told me,” you actually met Tom through Hugh, so of course Tom would tell him. “Just take it easy, okay? I know you’ve got a lot on your mind right now, all the pressure you might be feeling, just know that what matters the most is that you are happy while doing this job,” that was the same logic he had back when he advised you while you were filming Logan. Love your job, love portraying your characters and if possible, love your characters as well. Love them enough to come back and play them again if needed. That, aside from teaching you to take your time with things, was the most valuable lesson Hugh taught you about acting.
“I’ll try, I just, I feel like I need to follow Logan up with something incredible,” you admitted, and you both knew what you meant. It wasn’t about awards, or about the audience reception, it was about the experience making it, because Logan was truly something special for you as a child.
“You will, I’m sure you’re getting to know people that will help you turn it into something like that,” he assured you and you smiled, given how the past couple of days went you actually believed him.
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♯♯ birthday special - t. fushiguro
a/n: i didn't do anything for the holiday season bc i barely had time :( but i still wanted to do summ for his birthday soo.
warnings: like one cuss. completely fulff. not proof read! sunshine x grumpy
toji fushiguro hates you. toji fushiguro despises you for all you are; kind, loving, sweet, and damn perfect.
it’s almost insulting to him, really. the way you mock him with your soft little smile, patronizing him with your kindness.
he hated how complicated you are. he could never understand your motives. why would you treat him like that? knowing where he came from and what his past looked like. why do you stick around when he offers next to nothing? he couldn’t find any proof of an ulterior motive yet he couldn’t accept the simple reality of you actually wanting to be around him.
but toji hated one thing above all; how you make him feel. he doesn’t get the way his chest clouds and breath tightens whenever your skin comes in contact with his. his tongue goes paralyzed when you smile his way, eyes unmoving from your face when you scoff a small chuckle at whatever dumb shit he said. he can’t even remember what made you laugh but he gets this overwhelming urge to do it again.
he grows vulnerable, craving your touch when you’re not around. he’s soon hyper aware of his attachment to you. but toji is a smart man, and he knows he can’t do anything about the situation he found himself entangled in.
when he’s away, a single hour could feel like a whole eternity. and he can’t wait to be back home. home where you’re waiting. home where he belongs.
it doesn’t take long for him to grow accustomed to the physical proximity of you. the feel of you becomes a soothing balm, gently brushing away all his worries even if only temporarily.
toji fushiguro hates you. he hates how his heart skips a beat whenever his nose picks up on your sweet scent. he hates how the sound of your voice downright puts his entire world on pause, stopping to hear every little word that leaves your lips. from mumbles when you’re half-asleep to your little rants about your day or the new show you’ve been watching.
toji fushiguro hates how he’s capable of so little. he can’t give you the world. he can’t give you the dream life. he can’t give you a luxurious house. he can’t give you fancy dates or decent holiday getaways. heck, sometimes he can’t give you even time.
that’s why he makes sure to spend every minute he could with you, basking in the haven you created for him.
he tells himself he’s doing it all for himself. he says he needs a rest and just keeps you around because it’s easier than ‘looking for another girl’. toji tries to convince himself that it’s temporary, that you’re just willing to stick around and that he’d leave sooner than later. he says he’s selfish and doing it all for himself.
but it’s clear as day when his arms cling to you first thing in the morning, searching for your warmth despite the duvet he had pushed away. it’s obvious in the way he caresses your hair while you pretend to be asleep. occasionally he’d let his lips find the crown of your head, greeting your hair with soft kisses.
toji fushiguro hates you. he hates when you told him that you loved him, in his car on some tuesday night when he took you out for a ride late at night even though he needed to sleep.
toji fushiguro hates how your face lit up when he brought some flowers home with him,mumbling something along the lines of “the vase been empty for too fucking long”. but there was no vase. and he only realized when he got up at night to get some water, spotting the pretty flowers set in a plastic water jug.
toji fushiguro hates his new life. he hates how different he’s become. the hostile menace has become a quiet man, following behind you everywhere you go as if he were your personal gorilla. toji fushiguro hates how much life mattered now. toji fushiguro hates the responsibility he feels.
he says it’s restricting, suffocating even. he clicks his tongue in annoyance when he sees the time. it’s past dinner time and he needs to be home to not keep you waiting. he’s frustrated at himself when he finds you plopped on the couch, face peaceful while you presumably have fallen asleep as you awaited his return. he feels guilt gnawing at him when he sees the food you’ve made, having not eaten so he wouldn’t have dinner alone.
you’re too much for him. and while he’d felt like he owes you at some point, sick of your little favors and stupid sweet words, toji soon realizes this life is his. it was by choice that he let you into his life, slowly rearranging the blocks of his reality. you broke and rebuild, fixing a man who believed he was long beyond repair.
toji fushiguro hates you. toji fushiguro despises you for all you are, kind, loving, sweet, and painfully his.
somewhere along the way toji has accepted all that he feels. falling in love isn’t shameful. he’s become a fool but he thinks it’s worth it long as you’ve the one who’s molded him into this shape.
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Hey
you can write an hsc in which a just-born baby cried when he saw his father (for everyone) (Bayverse)
Thanks you
Your Baby Cries When They First Meet Him (Fluff)
Bayverse!Turtles x reader
A/N: Of course I can! Any excuse to bring my Bayverse OCs into play💙❤️💜🧡
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Warning: Cute toddlers and crying babies💚
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Leonardo:
Leonardo sat on a stool in the kitchen, his fingers strumming against the table beside him, all while Casey and Vern came with friendly words, trying to calm the terrapin down. Leo’s blue eyes were filled with anxiety as he glanced nervously at the closed door, behind which you were in the process of giving birth to your third child.
Raph, Mikey, and Splinter were engaged in a lively game with Leo's other two sons, Romeo and Marcello, trying to distract them from the tension in the air. Leo's leg jumped restlessly as he watched them, his mind racing with thoughts of you and the new baby, hoping that the two of you were going to be okay.
After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, and a weary-looking Donatello, and a just as tired April emerged. Leo practically leapt towards him, his expression desperate for news.
"How is she? How's the baby?", Leo asked in a rush, barely giving Donnie a chance to respond.
Donatello offered a reassuring yet tired smile. "Everything went smoothly, Leo. You have a healthy baby boy". Leo's shoulders sagged in relief, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "You can go in now. They're waiting for you".
Leo nodded his gratitude and entered the room alone, his sons still busy playing with their uncles and grandfather. Inside, you were propped up on the bed, a tired but content smile on your face. In your arms, a tiny bundle of blankets squirmed, a pair of small green hands just visible from where Leo stood.
Leo's eyes softened as he approached, taking in the sight of you and the newborn. "Hey," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
You smiled at him, holding out the baby. "Meet Gerardo, our little ninja". Leo carefully cradled the newborn in his arms, his heart swelling with love at the sight.
But as soon as Gerardo's blue eyes met Leo's, the baby let out a tiny cry. Leo's eyes widened, and he exchanged a bewildered look with you. "Did I do something wrong?", he asked, panic evident in his voice.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "No, Leo. He's just getting to know you. It's a big, new world for him. Don’t you remember how much Marcello used to cry?"
Leo relaxed, relief flooding over him. He then turned his attention back to the small crying baby in his arm, doing what he had done for the past six years, after the birth of his first son. “Hey, little guy. Shhhh, don’t worry. It’s okay. Daddy’s here”.
“Mommy? Daddy?”, Romeo’s small voice sounded in the doorway. Him and Marcello stood with their big eyes looking at you. “Can we come and say hi?”
“Of course you can”, Leo said, before crouching down to their hight, with the now calm baby in his arms. “Boys, say hello to you baby brother”.
Raphael:
Raphael paced nervously outside the door of the Needle Room, where you had just given birth to your third child. The air was thick with tension as he awaited the news. Inside, you were recovering with a tired but radiant smile on your face, cradling the newest addition to your family - a baby boy named Ragnar. The room was filled with warmth and the soft murmur of voices as your two daughters, Joan and Mini, eagerly awaited their turn to meet their baby brother.
The door creaked open, and Raph was the first to burst in, his heart pounding with a mixture of joy and trepidation. Joan and Mini followed closely behind him, their eyes wide with curiosity.
Raph's gaze immediately found yours, and a wide grin spread across his face. He couldn't help but admire the strength and beauty he saw in you, a mother who had just brought a new life into the world.
"Hey, babe", he whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
As he pulled back, his eyes shifted to Ragnar, who lay peacefully in your arms. Joan and Mini, standing at the foot of the bed, were eager to meet their baby brother.
"Come on, you two", Raphael beckoned, a proud smile on his face. "Meet your little brother".
Joan, the elder sister, stepped forward first. Her eyes widened with amazement as she gazed at the tiny bundle in your arms. "Wow, mom, he's so small!"
Mini, the younger and more energetic one, couldn't contain her excitement. She bounced on her toes, trying to get a better look. "Can I hold him, mom? Can I?"
You chuckled, letting Joan crawl up on to the bed, letting her hold him with a mix of awe and responsibility. Mini eagerly crawled up on the bed too, hovered over her sister, eager to be a part of the excitement.
Raphael watched the scene unfold with a proud and loving heart. His gaze flickered from you to the children, and a feeling of completeness washed over him.
With a tender smile, he turned back to you, leaning in for another kiss. But just as his lips touched yours, Ragnar stirred, and then the inevitable happened - the newborn let out a tiny, discontented cry.
Raphael pulled away, his eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa, little guy, what's wrong?"
Joan and Mini exchanged worried glances as they held their baby brother, trying to comfort him.
You chuckled softly. "Looks like he's not a fan of PDA, Raph".
Raphael scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "Guess I'll have to work on my timing".
The room filled with laughter as Ragnar's cries were quickly replaced by the soothing reassurances of his family. Raphael, now holding Ragnar in his large, strong arms, softly humming him to sleep.
Donatello:
Normally Donatello would be in charge of anything medical, but when it came to the birth of his own children, he was too nervous. There April and Splinter were the ones in the Needle Room with you, helping you through the birth.
Donatello was not only concerned for you but also for his firstborn, 5 year old Galileo, who continuously looked towards the closed door, wondering when you’ll be able to come out again.
But thankfully it was a successful birth. You were cleaned up by April and brought extra pillows and blankets by Splinter.
As the door swung open, revealing the bed where you lay with Dorothy and Marie in your arms, Gali rushed forward, his eyes shining with excitement.
"They're beautiful, Mommy!", he exclaimed, his little face lit up with joy.
Donnie couldn't hide his own beaming smile as he gazed at the four most important people in his life. Splinter stood by, his presence a calming influence in the room, placing a comforting hand on Donnie’s shoulder.
"Can I sit with Mommy and one of the babies?", Gali asked, looking up at Splinter and Donnie with hopeful eyes.
Splinter nodded, a kind smile on his face. "Of course, my child. Go ahead".
Gali carefully climbed onto the bed with the help of his grandfather, settling on one side with you and one of the twins, Dorothy. Donnie moved to pick up the other baby, Marie, gently cradling her in his arms. But as soon as Marie left the comfort of your arms, she let out a soft, discontented cry. Donnie's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and concern washing over him.
"Is she okay?", he asked, his voice filled with worry. He didn’t recall Gali crying when he picked him up the first time.
April, who was nearby, reassured him, "It's normal, Donnie. Babies often cry when they're moved. She just needs a little time to adjust".
Donnie nodded, his nervousness slowly giving way to understanding. He cradled Marie close, whispering soothing words to her. Galil, on the other side of the bed, looked up at you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"It's okay, little one", you reassured Marie, your voice gentle, your reaching up in order to hold her small one. "Daddy’s got you".
Donatello continued to comfort Marie, his gentle touch and soothing words eventually calming her cries. Gali watched in awe as his father effortlessly handled the situation.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of a contented family. Gali sat proudly beside you, one arm wrapped around his sister, and Donnie cradled Marie in his arms, a sense of peace and content settling over the room.
Michelangelo:
The lair echoed with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Michelangelo, usually the most carefree and energetic of the turtles, was pacing nervously outside the Needle Room where you were giving birth to your first child.
Inside the room, April and Donatello was guiding you through the birthing process while the other turtles hovered nervously around their brother, offering support in various ways. Leo comforted his little brother, reminding him how to calm himself down. "Come on, Mikey, you got this. Breath. Just breathe”.
As the minutes passed, Mikey's nervousness grew to the point where he felt a bit queasy. He had never been good with medical stuff, and the thought of something happening to you and the child made him want to throw up. Leo and Raph tried their best to distract him, but the worry remained etched on Mikey's face.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, April announced, "It's time!" The turtles rushed into the room, Mikey following hesitantly, his heart pounding so hard in his chest, it almost made it hard for him to walk.
The room was filled with the soft cries of the newborn, and a wave of relief washed over Michelangelo as he heard those precious sounds.
You cradled Sunny in your arms with a radiant smile. The turtles gathered around, taking turns peeking at the newest member of their family. Mikey, however, hung back, a mix of excitement and nerves written all over his face. He still had a hard time calming down.
Once the initial chaos settled, you beckoned him over. "Come meet your daughter, Mikey".
His eyes widened with awe as he approached, his nervousness replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy. Gently, you transferred Sunny into his arms. His gaze never left her tiny face as he held her close. For a moment, everything felt perfect. Mikey stared down at Sunny, his heart swelling with love. But then, unexpectedly, Sunny let out a tiny cry.
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise, and a look of panic crossed his face. "Did I do something wrong? Is she okay?", he stammered, glancing between Sunny and you.
April chuckled softly, reassuring him. "It's okay, Mikey. Babies often cry when they're getting used to being outside the cozy womb. It's perfectly normal".
His expression shifted from worry to relief, and he tentatively bounced Sunny in his arms, offering a tentative smile. "Hey, little dudette, it's just your cool dad. No need to cry. We're gonna have so much fun together!"
As if responding to his words, Sunny's cries began to subside, and she nestled into the warmth of Mikey's embrace. A wave of contentment washed over the room as the turtles shared in the joy of welcoming a new member into their unconventional family.
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CHAPTER TWO
Racing AU
After the excitement of the track wears off, Pomni's situation sinks in. She's trapped. The others try to make her feel welcome and introduce her to Kaufmo. What could go wrong?
WARNING: angst, abstraction, some violence
Ch1
The racers all filed into the garage as the NPC audience cheered their last. Caine joined them inside and snapped his fingers. All their karts teleported inside to their respective part of the open floor plan garage. There was a spiraling metal stair case to a second floor loft that lined the outer wall. Every upstairs door lead out to overlook the garage. To the far right was a lounge with comfortable looking couches and chairs and recreational activities; such as pool and table tennis.
Pomni wiped the last of the confetti off her shoulder as she looked around. "Is this...all there is?"
"Of course not!" Caine chimed in before anyone else could answer. "In between races you have full use of the practice track! Take a look!" He opened the blinds and the outside looked different. The start line was the same but the stands where empty. The track no longer led underground but instead continued to curve around the garage and looped back to the start in a perfect oval. "And inside, you can play mini games with your new friends!" Pomni stared at the others with uncertainty. "Also!" Caine pulled Pomni by the hand to an empty kart area of the garage. "You can customize your kart! Everything from the engine and tires to the body and paint! The only limit is your imagination!"
"And the game's source engine." Jax added. "I've already tested that. He won't let you add more that five accessories to the kart or you end up clipping into the void."
"The...void?" Pomni paled.
"Now, Jax. We needn't bring THAT up. It's nothing to concern yourself with, my dear. There are many safety features in place to prevent that from happening. I can assure you, as host, I've never lost anyone in the void. I know all your positions at all times thanks to my wacky watch!" Caine proudly showed the small purple TV on his wrist. Six blips appeared on screen.
Caine tapped his watch. "Huh...Welp, I gotta get going! The tracks don't generate themselves! I've got to prepare for tomorrow's race! Speak to one of our Bubble assistants if you have any more questions!" Then with a pop, he was gone.
Pomni took a step back and rubbed her arms as she looked at everyone still staring at her. "Look, uh... The race was fun, but...how do I...leave?"
The others looked down or away from her. None of them wanting to be the one to tell her.
Jax groaned incredulously. "You can't. None of us can."
"Jax!" Ragatha scolded. "Why do have to be so tactless!?"
"Because there is no tact when it comes to telling someone they're stuck in digital purgatory for all of eternity, Ragatha!" He got nose to nose with her and they glared at each other.
"Please, don't fight." Gangle whimpered.
"Seriously. Will you two get a grip?" Zooble rolled their eyes and looked at Pomni. "He's right though. Welcome to your new home." Zooble then went to the pinball machine in the lounge.
"What? Why can't we leave? I don't understand. Isn't this just a game?" Pomni felt he face again for the headset she barely remembered she had on before appearing here.
"It was supposed to be just a game..." A quiet voice came from the lounge. Kinger had turned the couch cushions and pillows into a fort and was securely inside it. "People were never meant to be stuck here. Something went wrong."
Pomni got closer to the fort. "What went wrong?"
Kinger popped his head out. "What went where?"
"You'll have to excuse him." Ragatha sighed. "He's been here the longest."
"That's why he's crazy!" Laughed Jax. "That's all our fates, Pomni. Giving into the madness or being broken by it."
Ragatha grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Jax. "Go be a nuisance somewhere else!"
"My impenetrable fortress!" Cried Kinger as the missing pillow left a hole in his carefully made fort.
"Fine. I've got better things to do anyway. Like eat. Hey, Bubble chef!" Jax walked off to a table set for dining and a Bubble appeared to assist him.
Gangle got the pillow Ragatha threw and fixed Kinger's fort.
"Thank you." Kinger sighed with relief and disappeared inside.
Ragatha put a gentle hand on Pomni's shoulder. "Look...being here isn't so bad. Caine keeps us busy and we have each other." She glared at Jax. "For better or worse. There's one person you haven't met yet, he wasn't at the race today. Would you like to come with me to check on him?"
Pomni had been out of it as she really processed her situation. No way to leave. Stuck in digital purgatory. Forever. She could never go back to the life she had. Everything and everyone she had known didn't matter anymore. She vomited.
Ragatha jumped back to keep from stepping in it, but kept her hand on Pomni. She gently steered Pomni to the stairs. "Come on, Kaufmo will cheer you up. He's very good at it. Clean up!" She called out and a Bubble appeared.
"I'm on it!" The Bubble proceeded to lick up the mess. Gangle was nearly sick herself witnessing it.
Ragatha and Pomni went upstairs and walked along the long loft towards Kaufmo's room.
"Ragatha...I'm confused. Why participate in the races at all? Why not search for a way out? Are we really sure we can't leave?" Pomni said quietly.
"You aren't the first person to search for the exit, many have tried. None have succeeded." They walked past door after door. Many blank but a few had faces. Unknown faces with red Xs painted over them. "We all looked for a way out at some point or another, but we've come to accept our place here because ...well, constantly pursuing an unobtainable goal will drive you to mind breaking insanity. And when you've reached that point...there's no return."
"[@#$& !¥π∆]" Pomni muttered, the cartoonish sound effects not phasing her this time.
"...I know." Ragatha frowned and knocked on the door to Kaufmo's room. No answer. "Kaufmo? Hey, you in there? We got a new racer today! Wanna meet her?" No answer. "Huh, maybe he's not in his room?"
BOOM!
Something large and heavy hit the wall in front of them. It shook the building and got the attentions of those still downstairs.
BOOM!!
The wall around Kaufmo's door started to crack. The door itself buckling from impact.
BOOM!!!
The door flew off the wall, Ragatha and Pomni dove out of the way, missing it by inches. The door hit the railing and fell end over end to the ground floor with a loud crash. The girls looked up at the emerging creature from the broken doorframe. A beast of indeterminate dimensions snarled as it's many eyes look wildly around in their sockets.
"What is that!?"
"Remember that whole 'point of no return'? This is it! Run, Pomni!" Ragatha took off down her section of the railing. Pomni turned on her heel and ran the opposite direction. The beast tried swiping at them both, causing it to flop on the railing in front of it, crushing it. The beast roared and randomly chose to go after Pomni. Those on the ground could only watch as Pomni circle the building trying to get to the stairs.
"What's happening!?" Gangle screamed, hiding behind Zooble.
Zooble looked up in horror as they connected the dots. "Kaufmo...no."
Jax sat under the dinner table with the stack of pancakes he ordered. He sighed and took a bite. "Here we go again."
Pomni made it to the stairs before Ragatha and slid down the railing. She fumbled the landing but kept running to the door that led outside. The beast caught Ragatha at the stairs and smashed her against the wall. The janked nature of the beast made Ragatha glitch. She screamed as she was thrown around again and again, eventually being tossed over the side and landing hard on the garage floor.
The beast jumped with the intent to crush Ragatha, but Gangle's ribbon grabbed her leg and pulled her free of the impact zone. The beast came down hard and broke the floor, textures started glitching in and out.
"In here! Quick!" Kinger opened his fortress and beckoned Zooble, Ragatha and Gangle inside. They hunkered down and held each other as they heard the beast get up from its fall. It roared and started smashing at an outside wall.
"Pomni is still out there!" Ragatha was barely understandable through her glitched speech pattern. "We have to help her!"
"No! Stay out of sight. Safe." Kinger stuttered out. The bashing and crashing of the abstracted Kaufmo brought back too many memories. He curled himself in the fetal position and stared at nothing.
Zooble pulled off one of their eyes and used it to discreetly peak out. The beast was trying to break though the wall where the entrance door was. They looked around and saw Jax still under the dining table, just finishing his pancakes. "He's right. Caine's never gone for too long. We have to wait this out. ...like last time."
"And the time before that and the time before that and the time before that-" Kinger repeated.
Gangle held Zooble's hand. Despite her best brave face, she was shaking. "It's Kaufmo, isn't it?"
Zooble nodded.
Gangle started to cry. "I didn't think it'd be him next. He was always so...so..."
"Happy? Yeah, hate to break it to you, but if someone is happy all the time...they're not." Zooble put their eye back and held Ragatha's glitching hand. It made their own arm glitch but they bared the pain to be of some comfort to Ragatha.
BOOM!!
The building shook as the beast made it outside. It saw Pomni making a break for the stands and charged. Pomni ran as fast as her new little legs could go. She could see an entryway inside the stands, maybe she could hide there. Over her shoulder, she could see the beast gaining. Not looking ahead, she ran into the door and fell on her ass.
She scrambled for the door handle. The beast was nearly upon her and WHAM! She made it though the frame just in time. She got to her feet and ran in any direction away from the door. She saw some stairs with a sign that read "Announcer Booth" and she bolted up them. The higher she went the more the textures around her started to de-load.
"For [✓√@&#] sake, how tall is this tower??" She huffed. She took a moment to catch her breath when she finally made it to the top and took a look around. She wasn't in any kind of tower, in fact, it looked like she wasn't anywhere at all. Blank gridded walls and ceilings went as far as the eye could see. Unused textures and assets sparsely dotted the landscape. Peices of half built track hovered unsupported. Obstacles still in the process of being designed.
"Pomni? What are you doing here??"
Pomni screamed at the top of her lungs and swung around to see Caine hovering just feet from where she stood. Tie loose, cane, top hat, and coat missing, he looked as though he'd been very busy and she interrupted him.
"I realize you're new around here, so you didn't know, but I don't like people seeing my unfinished work. It's...well, a bit embarrassing." He cleared his non-existent throat. "You'll get a front row view of my latest creation tomorrow, I promise! I'll just send you back now."
"WAIT!"
Caine paused mid-snap.
"There's a thing outside! It attacked us!"
"Attacked? No enemies should be in bounds this late in the day."
"No, No! It was the guy! The UHHH-" Pomni struggled to remember the name in panic.
Caine gave her a look. "The 'guy'? Really now, if you just wanted an excuse to stay up here, you could have just said so. I do have a few mostly completed projects I suppose I could show you-"
"NO! THE GUY! THE CLOWN! THE- THE- KAUFMO! That's his name! Kaufmo turned into some beast and is breaking everything! He hurt Ragatha!"
"Kaufmo abstracted!? Why didn't you say so!" He grabbed Pomni's hand and teleported with her to the starting line. There they saw the beast still bashing it's head(?) against the door to the stands. He snapped his fingers and the monster started to levitate.
"Into the cellar you go." A pit opened as Caine lowered the beast down.
Pomni was floating with Caine and the pit opening made her grab his arm tightly. She watched the beast that was Kaufmo fall down into the darkness, his roar sounding like a pitiful wail as the pit closed.
"Well...that's that." Caine's usual boisterous voice came out somber as he looked down where the pit had been.
"How many times has this happened?" Pomni asked, her voice raspy from screaming.
"Too many times." Caine left it at that as he snapped his fingers again and the damage to the buildings repaired. He teleported inside with Pomni to check his charges.
"Caine! About [@#$&!] time!" Zooble grunted as they fought to keep their own composer, helping Ragatha out of the pillow fort.
"Oop-" Caine snapped his fingers and they were normal again. He then floated down to let Pomni touch solid ground again. "Sorry about that, everyone. I was looking for Kaufmo initially, his signature wasn't coming up on my wacky watch, but then I...you know, got distracted. So much work and only so much me to handle it all." He laughed nervously. "Speaking of which, I really need to get back to it. Big race tomorrow! Rest up, my little superstars!" He poofed away.
A heavy silence fell over everyone. They looked at each other, shaken over when just happened. The building was completely repaired, even Kaufmo's room. No signs that someone abstracted. Like it never happened...or mattered.
Jax stretched as he stood up from the floor. "Uuuuugh! Finally. I was tired of sitting under there."
Ragatha saw red. She stormed over to Jax and smacked him hard enough to echoe through the garage. "What the [@#$!] is wrong with you!? Kaufmo just- he- how can you take this so lightly!?" Tears burned her unbuttoned eye.
Jax rubbed his face but otherwise didn't flinch from Ragatha. "How can you take this so seriously? It's not like it's the first time it's happened. And it won't be the last." He looked down at her. "I'm going to bed, unless anyone else wants to smack the [@#$&] out of me?" No one looked at him so he pocketed his hands and went upstairs.
Ragatha broke down into sobs. Gangle tried to comfort her. Zooble couldn't handle any more and left to their room. Kinger was politely putting all of the pillows back to her original places. Pomni went to him.
"Hey, uh...Kinger, right?"
"AH! Oh, hello, didn't see you there." He yeeted the pillow he was holding when he got startled so he clasped his hands together in front of him.
"The... Kaufmo thing-"
"Abstraction." Kinger said flatly.
"Uh, yeah...how many times has it happened?"
"So many times. So many friends. So many-"
"Give me a number. Please." Pomni tried to disguise her frustration with a smile.
"Eight people started the race. Then there were seven. Then six. Then seven. Then six. Then four. Then five. Then eight. Then seven. Then six. Then five. Then six. Then five. Then six. Then seven. Then six." Kinger started to shake in place, his eyes bloodshot.
Pomni took a step back. "Yeesh, maybe you are just crazy." She looked to Ragatha and Gangle having a cry over Kaufmo. She felt awkward possibly interrupting so she went upstairs.
She followed the doors. So many Xs. So many "abstractions". Was this really their fate? To play some game forever or risk falling apart? Her mind raced as she finally saw a door with her face on it. It's big, pleading eyes staring back at her.
"I'm getting out of here. Death would be a kinder fate than this." She took one last glance at the X'd doors and went inside her room.
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Ch3
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc caine#tadc gangle#tadc jax#tadc pomni#tadc zooble#tadc ragatha#tadc kinger#tadc fanfiction#tadc showtime#slow burn#gangle x zooble#angst#The amazing digital Raceway
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some day, someone will like me like i like you. (pt 2)
this damned feeling. a curse laid upon him for all of eternity. unescapable, tormenting, torturing. first it was disappointment he felt in himself for succumbing to it. but that feeling of shame was soon washed away by the bliss that accompanied the fluttering feeling in his chest, its intensity so strong that it overpowered every other emotion in him, to the point that he only ever thinks and feels of you when you are near. what a shame that you do not feel the same. (feat. wanderer, tartaglia, lyney, gn! reader) (pt 1 here)
or: their heart will always be yours, but you…
(p.s. scara for @seveninchesfrominsanity 😎 and gingey for my best boro @souglias 😍 good luck to everyone on their child pulls!!!!!!!!)
(p.p.s. 8 year-old tartaglia refers to reader as a princess once, but it’s gender neutral otherwise + archon quest and lyney story quest spoilers)
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the wanderer of sumeru is all but lovely. he is “hat guy”, the mysterious vahumana scholar who showed up out of nowhere just days ago, already gathering an infamous identity for being scornful and anti-social. he is lesser lord kusanali’s assistant, a thinly veiled title to mask the fact that he is a prisoner under her watch. many do not know him because he refuses to work in the spotlight, much like the acting grand sage, and those who do don’t always have the best impression of him.
and even lesser truly know of where he had come from: his mother who is raiden ei, his origins in tatarasuna, his affiliation with the fatui, his obsession with the electro gnosis, and what he once was to sumeru: a false god, a monster, the near-cause of the land of wisdom’s destruction.
but the lack of something will always be attracted to an abundance of something. you are nothing but lovely; the loveliest, if anyone had to say. you are dazzling and you are beautiful, turning heads towards you when you walk the street. you are kind and generous towards the stray kittens on treasure street, and cheerful and easygoing with the store owners when you visit them. people sing praises of you everywhere wanderer goes, and to say he hadn’t had his own experience with you was incorrect.
he remembers himself fighting wave after wave of fatui soldiers, and himself slowly getting more exhausted by the minute, when you came in like a saviour angel from above, plunging on the last of enemies with your bow. he recalls your hits being barely a fraction of how hard he can slice through an enemy, yet when you assisted in defeating those annoying fatui back then, you turned around and asked if he was okay with the brightest smile imaginable.
(to the traveler or nahida, he would’ve given a sarcastic reply. to any ordinary civilian, he would’ve ignored them and been on his way. that day, he recalls being utterly speechless, while the rising sun glows behind your head, giving you a halo, illuminating your smile further. you are the most radiant sight he has ever seen.)
he seeks you out secretly like a stray cat following the only kind soul who fed it milk. sometimes, he watches over you in the air, making sure you’re safe. other times he just observes your interactions with others, ever so relieved to see that you are loved by sumeru just as much as you have shown its people love. more often than not he catches himself drifting off to a dream filled with you, being flustered and ashamed of such pathetic behaviour. but sometimes he also gets too lost in his thoughts, melancholy overtaking his face when he thinks of the shining star that you are.
wanderer’s hands are decorated with filth and blood. they show, sometimes, after an exhausting fight with the fatui. in his peripheral vision, hallucinations of that kid, that blacksmith, and the doctor come and go. in the dead of night, when sumeru sleeps soundly and all that is to be heard are the rustling of leaves in the wind, wanderer looks at his shaking hands and closes them in a fist, wiping them harshly, trying to rub off the sins stained on them. he is a terrible person to others. he is a terrible person to himself.
he is not a lovely person. you are the embodiment of ‘lovely’ itself. he couldn’t possibly deserve to be with you, lest his filth and sinful hands taint your pure being. it would simply be unconscionable for someone like him; damaged past, wreck and ruin, an empty soulless shell, to be close to your brightness. no one, not even himself, would forgive him if he were to ruin who you are: sumeru’s loveliest, the one who loves sumeru, and the one whom sumeru loves.
it is yet another night of watching you enter your house safely, staring at your front door for a few moments more before heading back to his residence (nevermind that he was the one to clear all the enemies in your path ahead, while you weren’t seeing). if nahida ever pointed out the lingering fond look in his eyes, or if the traveler teased him about having a possible crush on someone, there would be no need to blush madly and scamper away like a schoolgirl, for he knows that there is zero chance of “us” with him and you.
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there are many fairy tales that are popular in morepesok village, most of which ajax have heard in his childhood many times. his distant memories include his mother, still youthful and full of smiles, reading him one of such fairy tales to lull him to sleep. he remembers her warm caress, the pulling of a quilt over his tiny body, and the soft flicker of the candle beside his mother, waiting to be blown out for the night. he also remembers you, his childhood best friend, his sleepover buddy, his other half, tucked into bed right next to him. if he searched hard enough, he might find some candid pictures of you and him, cuddled next to each other in the bed, in his childhood home.
“so then, the prince and the princess ended up happily ever after again?” 8 year-old ajax yawned, a sleepy smile on his face.
“they did, again,” his mother’s warm chuckle resonates throughout the room, through his ears, into his heart. he stores her laugh like a cassette tape in his memory, wanting to play it over and over again in the future.
“i can’t imagine a fairy tale where the prince and princess don’t end up together,” you murmured beside ajax, as his mother tucked the two of you in.
“that should be us, then,” ajax turned to face you and grinned, “so we’ll never be apart. let’s pinky promise that you’ll always be the princess and i’ll always be the prince!”
“why do i have to be your princess?” you complained, only to be shushed by ajax’s mother before she blew the candle out, signalling the end of pillow talk and the start of dreamland.
(all three of you knew it was impossible for you and ajax to be completely silent after lights out. the giggles that progressively get louder and harder after his mother leaves the room are testament to that.
this time, however, ajax is deadly silent, and you reach out to cup his face to ask what’s wrong.)
“sorry,” ajax holds the hand you cupped his cheek with. “you don’t have to be the princess, it’s okay. but i want to be your prince. i want to rescue you from the bad guys and defeat bad guys in your name. i’ll even do a pinky promise to prove it.”
even though you don’t give him a verbal answer, you hold his hand as he sleeps. it brings enough reassurance to 8 year-old ajax.
such peaceful times are unreachable now, ever since he fell.
ajax has not seen you for ten years. you have seen tartaglia for none.
when he returns, his familiar fluff of ginger hair in front of your doorstep, you have to do a double take. gone is the scrawny boy you knew, that got sick after every ice fishing trip, and cried over the smallest of scratches; in front of you now stands a fearsome harbinger, the tsaritsa’s vanguard, a killing machine with no life in his eyes.
(that is not ajax, any longer. that is tartaglia. that is a fatui harbinger. where is your ajax?)
you cannot bring yourself to smile when he presents you with a bouquet of pink roses, despite how beautifully preserved and fragrant they are. your heart doesn’t soften even when he greets your parents politely, plays with your siblings, cooks your family dinner, and helps with the dishes. that is not ajax whom you’ve let into your home, in contrast to what the rest of your family believes. that is a stranger who has intruded your safe space.
it hurts childe more than it hurts you to be on the receiving end of haunted eyes and hostile stares. he knows that he is vastly different from the childhood best friend he was to you ten years ago, and no matter what he does now, you will always see him as tartaglia, childe, the vanguard. you love ajax, but ajax is who he once was. ajax had been forced to throw himself away to survive. it wasn’t his fault that ajax is dead, but he cannot blame you for defiantly wanting your ajax back.
so when he kneels in front of you, the snowy wind feeling a lot more colder than usual, he ignores the way your hands tense when he holds it. he wants to cry when you attempt to pull your hand away even though he kisses it as gently as gentle can be. if an outsider were to witness this, they’d call this a romantic scene, between a prince and his beloved. but both you and ajax know that the fairy tale you yearned for in your childhood is completely unreachable now.
(“give me back my ajax.”)
(“i’m sorry.”)
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to say that the great magician lyney is fully authentic in his shows would be a bit of a stretch, for he is an actor on the stage before he is a magician, however hard or long he may rehearse the day before the show. every smile had been sculpted and practised for hours until it was deemed perfect enough to be seen by his audience. needless to say, ‘the great magician lyney’ is merely a farce, an identity of its own. he wishes not to confuse that lyney with ‘fatui lyney’ and just ‘lyney’.
you were just supposed to be another face in the audience, an unsuspecting fellow he was meant to charm, attract, and never remember the face of. but you show up to a show once, then twice, then thrice, and soon you become a familiar face that lyney notices in the audience every now and then.
(that’s what lyney says, at least. lynette knows that he secretly seeks out your face behind the curtains, and the moment he finds you, his smile widens a tad bit, and his voice is a little cheerier as he steps out on stage.
by the way, since when did he start using rainbow roses in his performances? ugh, darn charlotte.)
but it is not easy to always be just ‘lyney’ with you, for he is called to be the great magician by day, and fatui by night. rarely is there time given to him to be his true self in front of you, to let the curtains fall and the farce fade. you can’t remember the last time he was allowed to let his shoulders slump, his face be bare of makeup, and his head rest under your chin as you kissed his tears.
and it seems you won’t be seeing those ever again.
lyney feels his blood run cold the moment father mentions your name in a mission, so casually, almost as if she had let your name slip out of her lips innocently and accidentally, if he hadn’t known any better. but lyney has been her loyal servant, her ‘favourite child’ for years, and he knows that the mere mention of your name is but a warning to him.
“i seem to be craving coffee recently. no one brews it quite as well as [name] does, i fear,” is what the knave says.
that person seems to be distracting you. i will eliminate them soon, is what she means.
lyney cannot afford to let anymore people close to him get hurt. his parents, who passed when he was very young… lynette, whose life had been endangered too many times to count… cesar, who taught him everything and treated him with love even in just ten days…
you shouldn’t need to fall into the same trend as well. your life is peaceful, precious, and untainted unlike his. so, it should remain untouched. and lyney decides that this is when he does what he has to do.
on the day that you return home and see lumidouce bells on your doorstep instead of lyney, you feel your heart plummet to your stomach. your gut turns and folds nastily, and stars increasingly flood your vision while a silent plea rings in your head, but there is nothing logical that refutes the contents of the letter that lyney had left you. that is all you have left of him.
the rest is to be expected. feeling betrayed and abandoned, you lose all feelings for lyney, not wanting to be associated with him again. his gifted trinkets left in your house are all thrown out. you can’t look at a magic show advertisement for more than two seconds. it takes only a little while to get over this heartbreak, but once you are fully free of all emotional attachment to lyney, you never think about him and his rainbow roses ever again.
lyney’s plan goes exceptionally well. of course it does; it was as meticulously planned as all his performances are. he returns to the house later that night to report back to father, submitting his response to her threats weeks ago: [name] is nothing to me now. hence, you cannot hurt them.
(however successful his plan was, he cannot bring himself to smile in response to the knave’s satisfied one.)
later, on the same night, when he slips out of the house, he finds himself wandering towards the place where he usually picks his rainbow roses from. a gentle pluck, a flick of his hand; a lumidouce bell takes its place instead. he smiles at his own trick bitterly, before pressing his lips to the blue flower and intertwining another rainbow rose with it.
a moment of hesitation comes, followed by a few minutes of uneasy pacing, until lyney makes the decision to squeeze the petals with his gloved hand. the crumpled pink and blue petals fall to the ground. lyney only gazes as they do so.
(he wishes he could do the same to his own heart, but that is barely a fraction of how he made you feel. he will look for more ways to punish himself, then.)
#CAN YOU BELIEVE FEIYUE POSTED AGAIN. WHAT#DURING EXAM SEASON TOO ❓❓❓❓🔥🔥🔥🔥#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#lyney#lyney x reader#childe#tartaglia#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#scaramouche#wanderer#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#dawg why all these fatui bitches have so many names
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DREAMS ARE MY REALITY.
what would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed..?
Part 2
A/N: finally came back! Exams period is almost done, so I can mainly focus on writing fan fics and replying to your comments. Thanks to everyone who never stopped giving me support during these months.~ For this story I was heavily inspired by the "Reality" song by Richard Sanderson. Last night I watched "La Boum" and something clicked in my mind the moment the movie titles came by. I highly recommend that movie (and its main song!).
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Fantastic. Another day gone bad. Not only I lost my notes taken at university with great effort (who knows where they flew thanks to the wind...), but it had rained until the end of the afternoon and a careless car passed by at great speed, soiling me with rain and migo mixed together.
«Ugh! You fucker!» My feet stomped hard on the dirt, realizing that what had just happened was just the beginning of a long evening. I'll just open the front door, walk into the kitchen, and throw my comfort on the sofa that I look forward to.
It seemed like an eternity would pass on the way back, and my body barely even managed to walk, almost like a dead weight. Don't walk on the ground. That would have been the last straw.
«Shit,» I thought aloud, the moment my eyes saw my house from afar, «Finally home». Taking the keys out of the backpack was also, a real pain in the ass: a real tangle of wires and metal had formed there since my headphones had not been folded properly. A sigh escaped from my lips the moment I walked through the front door, searching with difficulty for the light switch. I didn't waste any more time removing the ruined clothes (and placing them in a water bath) and letting a hot shower melt my nerves. It was just what I needed.
I knew I had a smile as I lathered my body thoroughly. Now the scent of lavender was something calming.
``I should make some tea too``.
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«Oh, now that's what I am talking about! ». My smile didn't leave my face, as I excitedly opened the book I had left hanging a few days ago, due to my exam period. Being under stress didn't help me find the concertation and desire to identify myself with the main character of the book. ``That's enough``. This thought flooded my mind. ``Now you can rest, because you deserve it, so enjoy your reading``.
``Thanks, other me, maybe you're right`` I replied to the little inner voice that I assumed had a satisfied grin on her face.
Yet my eyes fell on the mega poster that took up most of my bedroom wall: Miguel O'Hara. This man was going to be the death of me one of these days. I remembered the day when my heart wanted him only for me: in the new Spiderman, starring Miles Morales, many would have said that he was the perfect villain, even if I kept countering, claiming the opposite. Of course, his anger issues didn't help get people on his side. He was perfect in every aspect: tall, muscular, intelligent, thoughtful. My god, where do I have to sign to have him next to me?
«Too good to be true». I sighed aloud again as I pulled my attention away from the poster and back into my book. I think it wasn't long after I started reading and my eyes started to get heavy. I might have let go of the book, and fallen asleep with it on my chest. It had been a bad day in every way. Perhaps that is the reason I imagined hugging Miguel more than once. Maybe that's why I also felt my mattress getting heavier under my back.
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I was awakened by the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains of my room. I loudly grunted at the thought of getting up early to do my daily cleaning chores around the house. But what harm would it have been to stay in my warm bed for at least an hour longer? Turning over, I had the feeling that my bed had gotten much heavier. Or was I still dreaming of hugging Miguel?
Slowly my eyes opened and focused on an unfamiliar figure lying next to me. I had a moment of confusion. Why...was there a person in my bed?
Only when I fully focused on who was in front of me I almost fainted on the spot.
"AAAAHH!" I grabbed the first pillow nearby, slapping the stranger hard several times, and leapt out of bed, the pillow still in my hands. The man, taken aback, tripped on the ground, and a great thud resounded in the bedroom. I hugged the pillow tightly to my chest. Oh, holy god. What was happening at that moment? I was so confused I could have sworn my face was as just as confused.
The man grunted aloud and scrambled to his feet, throwing his hands in surrender.
«What the fuck did I do?!» he yelled, in sheer confusion too. Maybe at that moment, I could have passed out, I swear to whoever you want! Because whoever I had in front of me was a real dream.
«Holy shit...»
«What?!»
I swallowed hard. «You are Miguel O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara was in my room, in my bed!»
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#marvel imagine#miguel ohara#miguel x y/n#miguel o hara headcanons#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#marvel x reader#marvel#spiderman 2099#spiderverse#spiderman across the spider verse spoilers#spiderman across the verse#imagine#fan fiction
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all of the girls you loved before
𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ;; breakups weren’t always bitter, especially when she was still your friend. or, in which you catch-up on old memories with your ex girlfriend.
feat. navia, nilou, miko
notes. gn reader, short little drabbles of characters pulled from this poll !!
NAVIA.
“We had our first date here, didn’t we?”
Yes. And it was a Tuesday. Navia hated Tuesdays. Today was another Tuesday, and what should’ve been normal probably was a sour reminiscence in her mind. First date was always innocent—a Fontainian coffee shop the one time both of your schedules allowed it.
“We did,” she shortly replied. There was a pout in her voice, one that she hoped sounded as spoiled and passive as she hoped it would. But not one of her muscles could control the quiver in her lip as she spared you a glance, noticing how there was no longer a light in your eyes at this place anymore.
Did you stop fantasizing about this place? Did this cafe no longer make your heart dazzle at the thought of your first date? Was she really the only one who remembered it so clearly?
Your first date was on a Tuesday. Your next one was on a Saturday. Your first kiss together was on a Monday. She hated herself for remembering all of this, especially now that you’re no longer an item. And, she hated you more for not remembering any of this. But as she watched you bite into a pastry, the same way as you did all those years ago on your first date, she hated being your friend.
Those eyes of hers, ones she can never control: if you spared her a look for just a second, you could see the yearning in them. The love and loyalty that still came with her heart.
But on this dreaded weekday, the most she could long for now was an outing between two best friends.
Navia hated Tuesdays.
NILOU.
“Remember when we used to swing here in the early mornings?”
She found a smile making its way to her lips when your words reached her ears. “Yes,” of course she remembered. Those days when the sun barely knelt engaged to the sky, and the dew of the swing would wet the edges of her dress. A time when you’d still look at her with blooming dawn in your eyes and when whispered affections scattered upon the light air.
The sky was pitch dark now; which, sure, is totally blamed on the hour of the night. But it felt weird to sit here next to you when the sun was long gone. She’s only ever been here in the daylight, when your gaze would still shine like the dancer herself was sweet honey to your tea, or when your love was still sparkling in the dewy grass.
“Nilou? Nilou?”
She snapped out of her thoughts to see you looking at her from the adjacent swing. Your brows were furrowed in concern, but due to the light—or lack thereof—she saw only blankness. This was not concern out of love or passion, now replaced with a simple friendliness she came to hate.
“Sorry,” she sheepishly said. “I just miss those mornings.”
“We can have them again,” you proposed. “We can have picnics here and sit and swing like we used to.”
Don’t play with my heart like that. It was plain fully obvious you meant it as a friend—to only spend mornings here as friends, but never lovers, not anymore. She misses you, she thinks. You and your world that she was no longer a part of.
YAE MIKO.
“We met in the summer, didn’t we?”
She only hummed in affirmation. Summertime stung like a stick on her skin. And yet, that feeling when Inazuma gets humid and the sun shines eternal, she associates it all with you. She met you in the summer, and fell in love with you that same season.
She laughed. “We did, we did!” She teased you a bit, ignorant to the redness staining her own cheeks. “Why, are we going to be celebrating our anniversary together?” There was a taunting smile on her face, one that was nudging you on. But when all you did was playfully scoff and brush her off, she could not stop the sinking feeling in her chest. Curse the art of romance.
She didn’t like the way you just casually brushed her shoulder like that. So passively, like any friend would do. But it was worse when the missed the feeling of your fingers around her arm, holding tightly with past love and affections that were no longer there. No, she was just a friend now. No need for any strings or attached feelings.
You split ways on the winter solstice. How dreadful that was.
“Perhaps we should celebrate the anniversary of our breakup, instead,” you joked. You genuinely laughed. She genuinely hated it. Winter was cold. And when the cold came, there were only dark days as all her love ended in ‘goodbye’. Then when winter ended, springtime left her a broken vase pouring out her love from the cracks of her heart.
And if she could go back in time to love you again, she would.
#navia x reader#nilou x reader#yae miko x reader#yae x reader#miko x reader#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin women x reader
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ー 死神 ♡
halloweenie vibes ig, and im probs not even gonna get one fic out for it ( lmaoo whats new ), so just for spoop, enjoy a smol sakusa drabble, bc i felt like being nice to him :')
(( trigger warning for wanting to unalive, but its not bad, prkmise ))
thinking about grim reaper!sakusa who always watches over you;
you both met centuries ago. where? he can't say. how? he doesn't know. why? he forgot those details long ago. he doesn't even remember his life anymore. what he did, his friends or even his family. but he feels a phantom pain when he thinks about them.. family. he thinks maybe he was close to someone once.. its only natural right? at least before he met you.
he does recall one thing however; you died.
he does relive that, and that pain is real. so vividly he remembers praying, crying out to whatever deity or higher power that may be out there to listen. to not take you away from him. how you never had enough time, and that you were taken too soon.
it was the first time he had cried.
he wouldn't, no, couldn't live without you. the haze and cacophony leading up to his final days as a man, as a human, are not a time sakusa likes to reflect back on. barely existing and the shell of the proud man he once was, he just wanted to be with you.
it was peaceful that day the day he decided to take his own life. it was warm, with the sun shining vibrantly and the gentle breeze to offer a soothing kiss on his skin. it was like you were waiting... happy to be reunited.
he never felt the chill of the ocean below, tripping off of the cliff he was determined to jump from and hitting his head. a show of mercy in the hell he had to endure from being parted from you. painless and quick.
sakusa felt weightless when he awoke. was he still alive?
no, he came to find that he was indeed successful. a voice surrounding him that was everywhere and nowhere at all all but confirmed his passing. it also confirmed it had heard his desperate cries and prayers over you. the voice didn't know why, but it was willing to answer sakusa.
it had the power to bring you back, but it would come at a price.
the higher power would grant you life, but sakusa would be cursed to be undead. a leader of lost souls for the unfortunate.. or perhaps fortunate? to guide them into the afterlife.
it didn't matter what he had to do, as long as you got to live. he all but readily accepted, unknowingly cursing you too.
for life, and existence has a balance. if sakusa was cursed with being eternally dead, then you'd be cursed with eternal life.
but one couldn't live forever of course, humans don't live forever. so the universe found a workaround.
you would live and die, again and again and again. forever reincarnating, just to live and having to die; and all sakusa could do was watch.
as he led more and more souls to find everlasting tranquility, he had to watch yours being forced away from him into a new life that would soon become you.
he was confused the first time it happened, watching your reincarnated first life be born and grow. how you became who you were when you were with him. he was content like this, watching you from beyond. as long as you got to live your life.
you married and had kids in that first life, and he couldn't help but wonder if that could've been you and him. how would life have gone for him if you weren't taken away?
he learned early on what exactly he subjected himself and inadvertently, you to.
no matter how many centuries ago it had been, it still never made it easier, and sakusa had soon come to grow cold and disdainful of the world. of everything, and with noway to undo it, he had to withstand it.
be forced to watch the love of his life live without him, and knowing he was the cause of her never being able to reunite with any of her loved ones.
sometimes you'd die young, too young that sakusa couldn't even beat to glance at your soul. other times you'd live a full and long life. he wished every life you had would be like that, and if he had to pull strings to speed up someones passing for hurting you? he was more than happy to oblige. scum didn't need to live, and he was more than happy to send them to the realm now coined as hell.
he didn't know why he kept up with this self torture, tormenting himself to being so close and yet so far from you. at least he never had to forget your face or your voice; the one constant that never changed.
and so he stood, across the road from the coffee shop you liked to frequent, watching as you lived your life; or at least this one. he could practically smell the pumpkin spice. the seasonal drink that became your favourite autumn beverage two lives ago.
you feel someone staring at you as you thank the barista for your drink, the warm takeaway cup heating up your hands. so you look outside the large pane windows, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.
through your entire life you've felt a presence around you, watching you. you couldn't explain it, but it always felt familiar. familiar and safe. like a guardian angel. as ridiculous as it sounded, you always felt like nothing bad could ever happen, but you couldn't help the sad sigh that spilled from your lips. you really wished you could know who was constantly watching over you.
sakusa didn't mean to come as close as he did, at least not while you were awake. he knew his very being emitted a bitter and crisp air. humans could sense death, even if they couldn't see it. a lost soul wandering the busy streets. sakusa lost his empathy long ago, for it died along with you, but he held is tongue and the urge to roll his eyes at the floating mass. it stopped at the corner of the coffee shop, and he made his way over quickly. practically teleporting, going through cars and people, sending shivers through them as he passed. he didn't care. the sooner he could deal and send the soul into the afterlife, the sooner he could be with you.
he hastily guided them, showing them the welcoming light as it faded away. he never saw it, but even he could feel the blinding affable glow when he led them there.
he was ready to go back across until he heard the recognisable sound of tires screeching. please don't let it be you!
a scene he knew all too well was occurring. it didn't matter how many times he saw it, a heartache felt only hundreds of times. it didn't stop him from trying. even if he tried countless times before, knowing the end result would be the same. sakusa would always try, for you, even knowing it was pointless.
so imagine his shock when he can feel you underneath him, a carnage of vehicles behind him and you looking up at him, actually seeing him whispering
"it's you"
#maybe ill make this into a fic one day lmaoo#omg what the hell#this was way more tragedy then i thought oml lol#also wheres the spook? i thought this was supposed to be spooky#just me doing word vomit blegh#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#hq!! x reader#sakusa x you#sakusa x reader#sakusa x y/n#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu hcs#haikyuu drabbles#sakusa drabble
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It's For The Best
𖦹 pairing: Kiyoko Shimizu x fem!reader
𖦹 word count: 843
𖦹 content: angst, i think?? Gay, very gay. not proofread ! i also dont know how weddings work..
𖦹notes: haii im a little inactive yes, but i just turned 14 yibee !! also school is coming up on the 29th so yeah..
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Cheers to Kiyoko, my first everything. My forever first place, best friend, home and regret. To me, meeting you will eternally be a mistake; because you couldn’t be my first love. First and foremost, we’re both girls. I can say that much. Now I watch you, walking down the altar as your delicate white gown follows you from behind, leaving a trail of your scent. As if to say, Kiyoko was once here.. Every accessory in your hair, perfectly adorning your elegant face. Just as I remembered.
It only felt like yesterday, you were walking down the school corridors, making people turn back as you passed right through them. Karasuno’s goddess, that's what you were. You made everyone’s heart throb just by the mere glimpse of you, and I’m no different. I’m one of your victims. From the day you gracefully entered the classroom, introducing yourself; I knew I was doomed. At first I shrugged it off, the both of us were no match anyway. I was a rose, beautiful yet when you come closer to me–I’ll harm you with my sharp thorns. You were a lavender flower, feminine and proper. So I didn't start anything with you, but the way your mole made you look so mature, the way your silky hair shines when we're out running for PE..It had me captivated, I was stuck in your web of madness.
But the odd part about this, is that Kiyoko seemed to return the feelings; which was rare for her nonchalant behavior. At first, you believed she was leading you on or something–doing this for some kind of bet or dare. Over time though, you came to a realization that it wasn't. You were treated differently, Kiyoko was a lot more carefree around you.
One look from Kiyoko and you’d melt in an instant, who knew all it took to tame a wild tiger like you were a mere girl? You learned a lot of things from her during the time you've spent together, more than you’d like to admit honestly. From simple activities such as cooking meals, studying together and likewise. Those things were nothing compared to learning how to love though, but can it really be considered love? Two people of the same gender shouldn't be in love after all, it's basic knowledge.
That meant that both of you silently knew that the inevitable would come eventually, yet you ignored it and acted like it wasn't right behind you two. What felt like a nice stroll down the street, turned out to be something unavoidable chasing you two down.
That day did come, sooner than the both of you’d like. It flashes through the back of your mind as you watch her say her vows with the sweetest honey-like voice you've ever heard, unlike the tone she used to speak to you on that day.
“Why won't you understand me Y/N?! Please, stop this already! I still want my best friend to be my bridesmaid someday, so please behave yourself!” She pleads, her usual confidently smooth voice replaced with this hoarse one. The ravenette could barely see through her glasses as of the moment, her eyes glossy with tears. “I just don't get it! Suddenly Tanaka’s back in your life and you're leaving me for him?! I need closure Kiyoko, I deserve an explanation!” You shout back, biting your lips to prevent any tears from spilling out. “Fine, if an explanation is what you want then that's what you’ll get. I won't sugarcoat anything.”
Which is how the both of you ended up sitting on the curb of a nearby sidewalk, slightly calmed down. “Please listen to me Y/N..Tanaka can give me the life I want, he can give me a family; children of our own, biological ones.” She explains, and the truth did really hurt. You wanted nothing but the best for her, but why did the ‘best’ have to ache this much? You could barely even speak after her explanation, you knew it made sense but her words left a bitter and sticky residue on your tongue that prevented you from speaking any further.
You walked out on her that day, walked out of her life. You never expected to even be invited to her wedding, it came unexpectedly after receiving an invitation. To be fair, the grudge you held against each other was long gone. Yet it still felt strange to see someone you had loved so much before, see you get married to another. Doesn't it?
With one swift movement and a clutch to your handbag, you turned over and spoke. “Let's go home.” Your husband quickly tilted his head in confusion, unsure on why you wanted to leave so early. But he knew better than to argue with his wife here. “Sure, cmon.” You never told him about the ‘thing’ you had with Kiyoko. You know he deserves to but he can live without knowing, he won't die from it.
Well your first isn't always your last anyways, and it certainly doesn't mean it's the best..Right?
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#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu x you#hq x reader#haikyuu fic#haikyuu x female reader#wlw#kiyoko shimizu#hq kiyoko#haikyuu kiyoko#kiyoko x reader#haikyuu angst
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Summer Time (Family) Madness
lmao it's been like 6 months since the last time the last revision. And like 2 and a half years since the end of this fic. But alas. At least I'm still working on the revisions. So here's an updated chapter 6!
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It wasn’t uncommon to find Langa hidden under the counter at DopeSketch. Normally, it was to avoid having to interact with any of the customers; Reki was just naturally so much better at the whole customer service part of their shared retail job. Now, however, Langa found himself more often than not with a book on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Now, he spent his shifts groaning about the homework that was assigned on summer break of all times.
Thankfully though, DopeSketch really wasn’t the busiest shop in town. Langa could get away with his time wasted watching videos instead of reading his novel, or all his lost minutes staring at the same math equation. Barely anyone entered the little shop, and those who did never stuck around for more than a few minutes, browsing the few shelves of skateboarding equipment. So, during the shifts where Langa remained cooped up in the small shop, watching the sun beat down on the smiling people in the streets, he got to do homework. If he had to explain to someone what he was being paid to do, the most honest answer he could muster was that his paycheck covered the cost of someone playing the role of a babysitter for a store that most definitely would not up and run away. Or maybe he was being paid to keep his grades up since he had nothing better to do than work on his assignments.
It was a miracle Oka still gave him shared shifts with Reki. It didn’t take a genius to know that employing two best friends was not the ideal recipe for productivity, but maybe the man knew how lonely it could get in the shop. Maybe that was why he let the boys keep each other company during their long shifts. And that was what they did; even if they silently did their own separate thing, at least they had each other. As long as they were together, everything would be okay. As long as they had one another, the day wouldn’t feel eternal. And sometimes, a calm and silent afternoon was exactly what they needed.
Langa groaned as he leaned back against the counter, tipping his head back in annoyance. He had tried, he had really tried to get a head start on his summer schoolwork. He had really tried to power through his assigned readings as fast of possible. He had tried to get it over with as soon as possible, but that determination was too good to be true. When it came to actually doing it, it proved itself much harder than anticipated. And Langa hadn’t been proud to admit that his reading skills could almost rival his handwriting.
“I don’t get it.” His eyes fell shut as another sign fell from his lips. “Why do we need literature? What’s the use of old books no one cares about? Even in English, I sucked at it. I just…” The world reappeared before him, brighter than he remembered it to be just a few seconds ago. “I don’t get it! And I just don’t care!”
A pen was clicked a few times as Reki hummed to himself. He must have been sketching in the margins of his notebook instead of doing the math problems he had said he would be doing. He had to have been; the pen strokes were far too methodical and repetitive to be that of writing.
“I don’t know, man. Something about culture and it’s important we know about our past.” A smile broke across Langa’s face as he peeked out from under the counter just as Reki surrounded the last part of his statement with air quotes. “But I can help you if you want. But in exchange,” red hair fell to the side as Reki leaned over to get a better view of Langa, “you gotta explain to me our next English project. ‘Cause like, that man talks way too fast for me to catch a single thing he says. I’m pretty sure I understand those American sitcoms better than him, and I never know what’s happening in those.”
Langa chuckled as he agreed on their deal. Reki would be helped with some English homework and Langa wouldn’t fail yet another written assignment; this friendship definitely had its perks beyond the whole having a friend thing. And it wasn’t even like Reki was exaggerating about their English teacher; the man really did speak way too fast. It also did not help that he had the heaviest accent Langa had ever come across, occasionally slurring his words and making it hard for even Langa to perfectly understand what was being said. But at least he had the advantage of being completely fluent, even if his grades didn’t always reflect that, which meant he could rely on the instruction sheet rather than the verbal expectations.
Silence reigned once more in the little shop, both boys having returned to their individual activities. Quiet, methodical pen strokes echoed against the walls; the sound of rustling pages made its place in the song being composed in the little skateboard shop. It was quiet and relaxing, peaceful even.
Langa had come to appreciate watching Reki work his crafts, be it doodling in the margins of his notebooks or his repetitive shaving of a board. Whether he knew it or not, he made the funniest faces as he concentrated on his work. Sometimes he would furrow his brow, leaning closer to the paper before straightening out to continue adding endless details to his drawing. Other times, he would stick his tongue out as if that was what helped keep focus on his work. And once he completed something he was particularly proud of, his eyes would glow with pride as he held his piece up to the light. That was the face Langa liked the most; it was the face of someone who was proud of themselves, and Reki deserved most of all to be proud of himself. He deserved to be proud of himself, to see himself the way Langa saw him. None of that frustration that would often overcome him as he would huff and rip the page out of his sketchbook or notebook. No more crumpling and tossing of masterpieces he simply could not see. If it were up to Langa, none of that would ever happen again, but for now, he would content himself in collecting Reki’s trashed art. Even if they weren’t up to Reki’s standards, they would always be works of art to Langa.
Langa loved watching Reki draw. It was quiet and tranquil, a moment where Reki wasn’t bouncing around, talking with his hands, words stumbling over themselves as he went on and on. And as much as Langa loved Reki’s endless energy, he also deeply appreciated the calm moments they would share. But as with everything else, good moments must come to an end, the door chiming as a customer walked in.
“Welcome to Dope— Oh, hey Emily!”
Langa perked up at the name. Emily? Why was she here of all places? Langa had purposely avoided telling her where he worked in hopes of getting away from her. Dope Sketch had been the only place Langa could go to escape the teasing remarks and those eyes that stared straight into his soul. It was the one place where he felt safe from her badgering questions about his oh-so-obvious crush on Reki. Work had somehow become his little slice of quiet heaven, and now that bubble had burst. Now, she had found him and his hiding spot.
Reluctantly, Langa pushed himself off the ground only to smash his head against the counter and crash back down. He held the top of his head as she let out a whiney cry of pain.
“Dude! Langa!” Amber eyes fell onto him, eyes filled with worry and shock. “What’s up with you and hitting your head lately?”
If Langa had known the answer, he would have told Reki. Or maybe he wouldn’t have. Maybe it was all those distractions, distractions disguised as the people hovering around him. Maybe it was Reki and just how absolutely distracting he was, be it while he would sketch, his face will with concentration, or when he would kneel next to Langa, his beautiful eyes still wide and filled with worry.
Between Reki and Langa, there was no doubt that Reki was the more accident-prone one. He was the one constantly sporting bandages for his sprained ankles and wrists. He was the one scraping his knees after wiping out from trying another new trick he had found on the Internet. He was always the one laughing as he fell on his ass, his board flying from under his feet. Reki was so much more the accident-prone one, at least when it came to skating. When it came to their daily lives, Langa was starting to believe he was the clumsy one, if the last two weeks were any indication. He was the one tripping over his untied shoelaces, eating pavement as Reki choked on his laughter. He was the one splitting his eyebrow open on a window frame in the dead of the night. He was the one smashing his head against the counter instead of greeting his cousin.
“Is he… Is he alright?”
Emily’s head poked from above the counter, her hair a curtain for the nook under the counter. She must have climbed onto the counter to see what mishap was happening away from her prying eyes. And given the frown that pulled at the corners of her mouth, she mustn’t have been proud of clumsy Langa.
A flood of memories washed through Langa at the sight. It wasn’t the first time she had looked down at him like this. Somewhere, somewhere long lost to the fog of memory, this exact situation had happened. But somewhere in those memories, there had also been smiles. A flash of a faceless childish grin. A flash of a girl hanging above his head. A flash of blond hair blocking the sun. Some distant chatter. A storybook. A treehouse. Grass. Laughter. Summer.
Reki pulled Langa from the floor, pulling him out of his impromptus trip down memory lane. He looped his arm around Langa’s waist, holding him tightly as if he were afraid that Langa would drop back down to the ground as soon as he would let go of him. Or maybe Reki feared that Langa had concussed himself; thankfully, that had yet to happen. A miracle, really.
Langa let himself be guided towards the stool Reki had been using earlier. He let his body crash against the wood as soon as he felt it brush against his thighs. If Reki was asking him to sit, then Langa could not refuse. He could never refuse Reki, no matter what it was he was asking. He had learned that the hard way, and there was no way he was going through those torturous days without Reki ever again. No way, especially not when Reki was this close, squeezing his way between Langa’s knees, his rough yet soft fingers holding onto Langa’s burning cheeks. Especially not when he was letting Langa hold on to his waist as he steadied himself onto the stool. Because obviously he needed something to steady himself; otherwise, he would have risked falling again. And he couldn’t fall again. Or was it too late for that?
Reki was so close. So fucking close. Langa could practically count the freckles scattered across his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his ears… He could almost count every short lash of Reki’s. And he was talking so softly to Langa. His voice was just so mesmerizing, so magical.
“How’s your vision? Do things look blurry?”
“Not more than usual.” A frown pulled at the corners of Reki’s mouth; so much for cracking a joke to lighten the mood. “My vision is fine if that’s what you’re asking. I see just fine. It was an accident; didn’t think I was that far under the counter.”
“And your head? Does it hurt? Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel like—!”
Now, had this been some teen summer romance blockbuster, then maybe Langa would have quieted Reki with a spontaneous kiss. And maybe that would have been the beginning of the best summer of Langa’s life. But Langa was no movie protagonist and, while he was gutsy, he wasn’t that impulsive. So instead, he simply tightened his grip on Reki’s waist, interrupting the boy’s panicked questions.
“I’m fine, Reki. I barely bumped my head against the counter. I’ve dealt with far worse in the past and I’ve survived every one of those blows.”
“You smashed your head against my window frame the other day! I don’t know dude, but that’s kinda worrying! You could be concussed or something! Like, it’s not normal or good for you to constantly be hitting your head! You’re,” Reki’s voice dropped, his eyes finding Langa’s, “you’re not lying to me, are you?”
Reki had never made it easier to smile. “I’m fine, I swear. And I’m not lying to you, I promise.”
Reki huffed as Langa held up his pinkie finger. A light chuckle fell from his lips as his hold on Langa fell away before returning, his own finger curled around Langa’s. A promise had been formed and sealed, a promise that could no longer be broken, at least according to the rules of pinkie promises. But that touch didn’t linger, Reki finally backing away from between Langa’s legs.
“I’m getting you some water and you better not have moved when I get back, you hear me?”
Langa scoffed but still gave Reki a curt nod. There was no point in arguing with Reki; if he had to tape Langa down to the chair to keep him from getting up and wandering around, then he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. So Langa knew better than to try to argue. He simply watched the boy dash to the backroom where their bags were stashed.
It never took much for Langa to look absolutely smitten. All he needed was a door swinging shut behind Reki, leaving Langa hidden from judgement. All it took was that adorably serious expression on Reki’s face as he ran off. All it required was for Reki to be, well, Reki. Everything about Reki was enough to leave Langa floating, because Reki was adorable. Seriously, absolutely adorable.
“He sure it touchy with you.”
Langa jumped at the sound of the voice, having forgotten about the girl standing by him. She had since gotten off the counter, but still, she leaned over it, eyes also glued to the door. The English almost sounded strange, like a foreign dialect taking over a safe space. Emily’s presence felt wrong, as if she had no business being here, next to him. Her presence left Langa annoyed once more, the feeling tugging on his insides. Work had always been one of the places where it truly was just him and Reki. Sure, sometimes Manager Oka would pop in, but most of the time, it was just Reki and Langa. Most of the time, it was a space for just them, somewhere where no one could burst their little bubble.
Dope Sketch was one of the few places where Langa didn’t feel self-conscious every time he snuck a glance at Reki. It was the only place where he knew he wouldn’t be caught by anyone. It was the only place where he felt he could be so unapologetically himself, knee-deep in his feelings without the fear that someone would bring it up, tease him about, or worst of all, call him out on his dumb crush. Here, at work, it was a land that belongs to only Reki and Langa.
“He’s just treating me the same way he treats his sisters when they get hurt.” Langa’s tone was sharp and dry, leaving little room for a retort from the queen of annoying. “Probably just his brotherly instincts kicking in or whatever. It comes naturally to him to be caring, y’know?”
“Uh-huh, sure.” Emily clicked her tongue as she climbed back onto the counter to sit cross-legged on top of it. “You keep telling yourself that, Lover Boy.”
Langa had gotten his fair share of nicknames over the course of his life. He had gotten used to being called a variety of names by the people surrounding him. Reki often teased him by calling him Prince Langa, a name which made no sense to Langa given that he was the furthest thing from a prince. His mother still called him her little man or her baby, which, the more Langa thought about it, were hilarious things to be called. And Emily had gotten into the habit of calling him whatever passed through that thick skull of hers, though she did tend to favor the twig insult. There had been so many names that had shaped Langa, but Lover Boy had never been one of them. Lover Boy was… it wasn’t Langa. It was a name for someone with confidence, someone who was a smooth talker, things that were definitely not Langa when it came to people. Those were things that left Langa’s inside squirming with discomfort. It was a name he wanted to run from, and the best way to do that was by completely changing the subject before Emily could ever bring it up again.
“Hey, Emmy? Did we have a treehouse as kids?”
Emily scrunched her nose as she turned towards Langa. Her brow was pinched, looking strangely at her cousin. “Yeah? Grandpa built it when I was 10, but had to take it down that same summer for some unknown reason, don’t you remember?”
Langa shook his head with a shrug.
“We spent nearly the entire summer in that tree. But why bring that up now? That’s so random.”
Langa shrugged once more. He wanted to change subjects and had had a flashback right after hitting his head. It was random, but that was the thing with foggy memories: they reappeared at the strangest of moments.
“Seeing you looking down on me reminded me of that summer, but I wasn’t sure if it was a real memory or just my brain making things up. It’s just… It’s all a little haze, like every summer memory overlaps. I can’t really tell what happened and when, except the really big events that often got us in shit. Like that one time everyone thought I broke my arm after I fell from a tree? The first time we were allowed to go to the park alone and got home like an hour after the set time? Or that time we accidentally splashed paint on Grandma’s carpet?”
“Oh man! She was so pissed at us! The stain is still there, you know? Almost faded, but you can still see it if you know where to look. And like, I was so sure she was going to rip our heads off that day.”
“Yeah, she was not happy about that one. But the treehouse…” Langa leaned back on the stool, careful to not tip over and crash once again. “The memory feels fake. It’s like I had made it up to give myself some resemblance of a real childhood.”
“But you did have a real childhood, Langa. Sure, it was maybe a little unconventional with all your snowboarding training and competitions, maybe a bit of a gifted kid childhood, but you did still have a childhood. Your parents still took you out to the park when you were a kid and weren’t such an antisocial mess.” Emily stuck her tongue out at Langa’s pointed glare, grinning at the low blow. “But for real though, you had a pretty normal childhood otherwise. Like your parents used to push you on the swings for hours on end when you were a baby. Apparently, you like those things so damn much that the only time you would cry was when someone took you out of your swing.”
Langa slumped down on his stool, ducking his head in embarrassment. The swings were one of those vague baby memories he still had. He had forgotten the whole of it, but he did remember the wind in his face and how much liked it. Still likes it, actually. That had maybe played a big part in why he had gotten into snowboarding in the first place. Maybe that was why he still loved skateboarding so much. All Langa wanted was to be able to fly.
“We spent summer after summer together, playing in the basement and outside and all around the grandparents’ house. And you even throw the biggest temper tantrum ever in the supermarket because your mom didn’t get you the cookies you wanted.”
“I did not do that.”
Emily snorted at Langa’s defensiveness. “Uh, yes you did. Auntie Nanako even has the pictures to prove it and she showed them tome. Something about despite not being pleased with her yelling child, she needed physical proof of you being a total brat out in public so that if ever you have kids and want to kill them for screaming in a public place, then she’d show you that you were no better despite being the quietest, shyest kid ever. Something about every kid throwing a temper tantrum at the most inconvenient of times. And then you’d just have to deal with it and understand your kid’s point of view of some shit like that?”
Langa bit the insides of his cheeks, not quite wanting to believe the story. His mother had always insisted that he had been an exceptionally easy child, though a little worryingly emotionless. He would rarely argue or cry, so the possibility that he had been an absolute monster in the middle of a supermarket because of a box of cookies, it felt wrong. It felt impossible. Out of character. Fabricated, especially since Langa didn’t like cookies that much.
“But it’s not because you weren’t part of the popular group at school or that you didn’t hang out with the other kids at the park after class that you lack a childhood. Childhood is… It’s a lot of things. Like trying to teach you how to do ballet. Or watching movies during lunchtime. Or playing video games in a basement.”
“I think you mean repeatedly hitting me with a Wii remote because I somehow managed to beat your high score on Just Dance.”
“You weren’t even trying!”
Langa chuckled at the girl’s outburst. “Just have to learn the mechanics of the game to win. You don’t actually have to be good at dancing. Or dance at all.”
“You…”
Emily huffed, but it wasn’t long before her frown broke into a grin. Laughter spilled from her lips as Langa swatted her hand away, dodging her attempt at a hair ruffle. Because even if they were going down memory lane, Langa sure as hell was not letting her treat him like he was 5 years old again.
“I know you feel like you’re a big weirdo and you didn’t have a childhood since your past doesn’t look like some American Walmart Thanksgiving commercial, but I can guarantee you had one. And a damn good one, for that matter! And you also definitely made mine a whole lot more memorable and fun. Like, I don’t know what I would have done without my little baby cousin to play with all summer long. Most probably would have turned out a whole lot worse than I have had you not been there to entertain me and keep me in check.”
Despite Emily’s teasing tone, it was her sentimentality that really stood out to Langa. And he never knew what to do with that. He didn’t know how to respond to the girl who always seemed so energetic, always so ready for the future. She wasn’t one to reminisce, tripping over memories from the past. Or at least, that was how Langa had always perceived her; that wasn’t the Emily he knew. To him, she was someone who lived to tease and annoy him, wholeheartedly. She wasn’t one to smile as softly as she was now, a light mist covering her eyes as the ancient years rolled by like a silent film. Those brown eyes, they were made to shine from mischief and scheming, not from the threat of tears.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Langa felt something in his chest. His heart? Was it beating? If it was, it sure wasn’t the same heartbeat as when he was around Reki. It also wasn’t the same heartbeat that would race as he would slide through the world on a board. No, this time, it was going slower, feeling calmer. It beat with such a different feeling that Langa could not name it. It wasn’t excitement; it wasn’t anticipation. Was it perhaps nostalgia? Safety? Was it remembering what it was like to be a little kid, scrapping his knee as they played soccer against the garage door? Was it finding his first best friend, the person who had once been so important to him? It wasn’t anything like being with Reki, exciting and energetic and new, but still, it was nice. It felt like forgetting the distance that had estranged him from the girl who had been his only friend for so many years.
“Em,” Langa felt himself choke up, but he had to say something. He couldn’t remain silent. He couldn’t let the moment die. He couldn’t leave things unsaid, things he’d later have to bury deep within himself because it would be too late. He couldn’t let this moment pass, let the words fester until there would be no one to say them to anymore. “You also—!”
“Sorry it took so long! I just couldn’t find my water bottle anywhere, but I finally found it!”
Reki’s head poked out from behind the door as he held the bottle in the air. Almost like magic, all signs of tears vanished from Emily’s face. She perked up, a grin lighting up her face. And with such a grin came the dawning realization that all hell was about to break loose, the girl leaning dangerously close to Reki.
“You should feed it to him.”
Never had Langa felt so mortified in his life. He didn’t even dare look at Reki; his eyes remained on Emily who was now giggling hysterically to herself as she kicked her feet in the air like a child. For the first time since landing in Japan, she didn’t stumble on her Japanese words. They came as naturally as if they had been English. There had been no hesitancy whatsoever, which only made it worse for Langa and his stupidly burning cheeks. No need for a mirror to guess the color of his face; the blossoming heat was the only indicator he needed.
“You feeling sick, man? If you need anything else, you’d tell me, right? If you’re not feeling well, you can go home. I’ll tell Oka what happened, don’t worry about it! I promise he’ll understand and I’m totally capable to working alone! You don’t have to worry about me at all!”
Emily may not have hesitated, but bless her word for word translation passing over Reki’s head. And bless his not asking what she meant; explaining would have been far too awkward. Otherwise, there would have been more hesitancy in Langa’s grabbing of the water bottle before chugging down half of its contents.
“I’m fine, Reki. Really. You have to stop worrying so much about me. And Emmy’s just being a bitch who thinks I can’t do anything on my own.”
“Not my fault you were a mega crybaby back when you were a kid.” The shrug was just for show, but the twinkle in her eye was the real jab. “Took you forever to figure out chopsticks, I was convinced the grandmother was going to have to feed you until the day you die.”
“Wait, but if I remember correctly, weren’t you the family’s crybaby? Because I’m pretty sure I saw you sobbed uncontrollably that time your pink spoon was dirty and you were forced to eat with a purple one.”
“I—!"
“I can’t imagine either one of you crying.” Reki’s voice cut through the argument, both turning towards the boy. He was glancing away, refusing to meet either of their gazes. “You guys are both just so… not like me.”
The forced, bitter laughter that fell from Reki’s mouth broke Langa’s heart. Crying had always been a sensitive topic for Reki. He had never liked how easily his emotions could get the best of him. He hated how easily tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Just the idea of crying left him insecure, feeling like less than those around him. And Langa, well, he hated how Reki felt obligated to bottle up his feelings, not wanting to let others see his sadness or distress out of fear of being seen as less.
Langa remembered the first time he had seen Reki cry. It had been a hard time for both of them. It had been hard on Reki who had been holding back his tears until the dam broke free, a flood of tears pouring from his usually bright amber eyes. All his sadness, all his stress, all his insecurities had been let out, a ticking timebomb that exploded at the worst possible moment. And it had been hard on Langa who hadn’t known what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort Reki. He didn’t know what to say to him either. He didn’t know how to deal with everything that was happening so quickly, all around him.
Since then, Langa made sure to remind Reki that crying wasn’t a bad thing. There was no reason for him to be ashamed of the tears. They weren’t a weakness. They weren’t a character flaw. It didn’t matter what other said or did or how they looked at him. None of it mattered; all that mattered was that Reki knew that crying was natural. All that mattered was that he didn’t find himself hating himself more for letting it all out.
“Someone willing to let others see them cry is the bravest and strongest kind of person out there,” Langa had once said when Reki looked like he was holding back tears. “Not only are they honest with themselves, but they’re also not afraid to let others know how they’re feeling. There’s no point in hiding when you’re hurt.”
It wasn’t every day Langa knew what to say, but in that moment, he remembered his mother’s words. They had been said to him when he was at his lowest, but still, he hadn’t taken them to heart. Still, he hadn’t let himself cry. But thankfully, Reki had listened. Thankfully, Reki had let it all out, weeping into Langa’s shoulder, hiccupping muffled words into a soaked t-shirt until he passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Reki didn’t need to be like Langa. He didn’t have to put up some emotionless person. He didn’t need to be ice cold like Langa. He didn’t need to look like he was ready to fight whoever got in his way or brush off everything anyone said. He didn’t need tears to be foreign to him.
Reki, he was allowed to be emotional. He was allowed to be messy with his feelings. He was allowed to care about everyone around him and he was allowed to feel something about what as being said about him. He was allowed to cry his frustrations out if that was what helped him because Langa would be there. Langa would always be there. He would always be a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold if Reki so wanted.
Emily’s fingers curled around Reki’s forearm, leaning in closer than strictly necessary. “Don’t cry! I was kidding, you know! Langa is more than capable of taking care of himself! See? He can drink all on his own!” Her fingers dug into Reki’s skin, nearly breaking it as she gestured frantically at Langa with her other hand. “See? He’s a big boy! Totally capable of using his weird lanky body all on his own!”
Had it not been for the far more natural and pretty laughter that bubbled out of Reki, Langa would have hit his cousin upside the head. Or thrown the water bottle at her. Really, anything to shut her up. But Reki was rubbing at his nose, a grin slowly making its way across his face once more. There he was, smiling and bright, just the way Langa like it. Because while Reki was allowed to cry, it didn’t mean Langa liked it. If he could have it his way, he would have kept Reki happy for the rest of eternity. If he could keep Reki laughing, then there was nothing Langa wasn’t willing to do for that. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do to see that pretty smile blossom across Reki’s face.
“So,” Reki straightened himself out as he fell back into his more cheerful and professional voice, “can I help you with anything? Looking for anything in particular?”
Emily slid down from the counter, her eyes scanning the environment as she hummed. It was obvious she hadn’t come here for anything at all; all she knew of skateboarding was that they had wheels and Langa could go fast on his board. Other than that, she had never shown interest in the sport.
“Not really?” Langa rolled his eyes at the girl’s words. “I mean, I was looking for something, but that was mostly company from you guys. I’m just so bored at the apartment with Auntie Nanako at work and Langa’s not there either and there’s just so much tv and doomscrolling a girl can do in a day. So yeah, I was just bored and wanted to check out where you two spend your days.”
Reki leaned against the counter, his eyes following Emily’s gaze and fingers. “That sucks. Can’t you visit around or something?”
“Not fluent enough and definitely can’t read anything. I’d be lost in a matter of seconds.”
Her fingers swept over rough boards and smooth helmets. The colors reflected against her skin, staining her momentarily as she moved across the little shop. She seemed so out of place here, surrounded by loud t-shirts and colors. but at the same time, Emily seemed at ease. She browsed as if she were in any other shop, her eyes flickering between the many pieces on display. There were no questions or disgust in her eyes; there was an understanding that this was just another sports shop.
“Well, you know how to skate?”
Emily turned back to the boy and shook her head. So much was obvious; she didn’t have the scars that Langa had or the fearlessness. She was dainty and princess-like, the exact opposite of what a skateboarder should be. Or maybe she did have what it took to be a skateboarder. Maybe Langa was just afraid of the sudden direction of this conversation.
“I tried to do a bit of figure skating back in the day, but I highly doubt that’s the skating you’re referring to. I always had to be careful to keep my bones intact since, you know, dancing and all that.”
“I can teach you if you’d like. I promise I won’t let you get hurt. You got my hand to hold for as long as you need and want.”
Reki’s smile was… Emily’s laughter… Everything started to fade out. Everything but the ringing in Langa’s ears. Everything but the tightness in his chest. Everything but the twist in his gut. Everything but the choking sensation building up at the base of his throat.
Everything was fading. Everything was buzzing. Everything was going to hell.
Oh no.
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Day to Day Norm Pt.7
Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.
Warnings: Angsty, shitty songcord written by yours truly (pls don't come at me about it I know it's not good😭)
Spoken in Na'vi
Part 6 Part 8
The early part of the morning had just started but Norm and Jake were anything but happy about the morning. This morning they prepare your body for burial later in the day. While your avatar would be buried close to Tsu'tey's, your human body would be buried at Hell's Gate along with your dad and all of the people who defected with him. Neytiri walked into the kelku where they were preparing your body and she knelt next to your head. She took out the braids from the battle and redid them in a more traditionally elegant manner. She took the song cord she had helped you piece together before the destruction of Hometree and handed it to Norm.
"I will teach you what each part means, the song it creates, so that you may remember her by her accomplishments." Neytiri tells Norm, who ducks his head sadly. His ears drooped back as he nodded.
"Thank you, Neytiri." Norm says and she gives him a small smile.
"We're here for you anytime you need us." Jake tells Norm, who chuckles lightly.
"If I'm correct... You two have something a bit more important to think about." Norm says gesturing toward Neytiri's stomach. The couple looks away from him bashfully. Not because of the events that led to the pregnancy or newly mated bliss, but because they were still sitting next to your body. The one who was supposed to bare his children. The three continue to work on cleaning your body and Neytiri starts humming. Jake's ears perk up and he listens to her as she sings.
"What are you singing?" Jake asks her and she casts a look at your songcord. He takes hold of her hand gently. "Why don't you sing it for us?" She holds her hand out for Norm to return the songcord to her and he does so. Norm as your mate and Jake as your brother return to their duty as Neytiri starts humming a base melody.
"Ma Eywa has given me freedom from my first life." She sang as she ran her finger over the first bead, which Jake recognized as a bioluminescent rock he had given to you when you were accepted into the Omatikaya to train with them. "For this, I give my thanks. We live among the people as one of them. For this, I give my thanks." Neytiri continued to sing as she ran her fingers over smaller wooden beads. The next bead seemed to be handmade since it was mostly yellow, with red dropped in the middle of it. "Ma Eywa has given me a brother, ma Jake." Jake's ears perk forward at that verse since it spoke of him as your family. The chorus repeated and Jake and Norm were both watching her fingers run over the beads. The next was a tuft of hair held together by a small strip of leather. "In coming here I was given a mother. So smart and so strong and beautiful, ma Grace." Neytiri's voice started to waver but she continued determined to finish. "He came to his mind and Sees us. He came back to me, ma sempul, Miles." Jake's ears dip back thinking of how beautiful your songcord is, but how tragic it is when he thinks about those who have been mentioned. The next larger bead was blue with a lighter brown circle on one side. "Ma Eywa, brought ma tsmukan, Miles. The sweet younger brother who will be strong like our father." Her finger drifts over the next noticeable bead which had been carved and painted blue and green. "By Eywa's grace, ma tsmuke(sister), Neytiri. She Sees us for who we are, not where we come from." The song continued with how you had passed your iknimaya and been fully accepted as one of the people. She continues down the cord and smiles at the second to last larger bead. "She gifted me him, my savior. The man I will love for all eternity, ma Norm." She sings and continues down the line. The last bead was where she seemed to freeze for a moment and took a deep breath. The bead was a small rough rock that Neytiri knew the meaning of. She knew because the two of you had added these beads together and she had a matching one on her songcord. "Ma Norm and I, we welcome a new life. It grows inside me right now. A welcome addition to my family." Neytiri closed out the song cord and Norm cast his eyes down to your body.
"Neytiri... Was she pregnant?" Jake asked the question that was swirling in Norm's head.
"She was." Neytiri whispered and Jake felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs. Norm was silent as he looked over your figure, trying to process this information.
"Why didn't she stay out of the war if she knew?" Norm asked Neytiri after he finally found his voice.
"As High Warrior, it was her place to fight beside our Olo'eyktan to free our people." Neytiri told him.
"But how would she have known it had only been a few days since we mated and... Wouldn't that have been too early to tell?" Norm finally asks her.
"No. My mother knew of us both being with child within a couple of days." Neytiri told him and the sob he had been holding in finally clawed its way out of his throat. Jake hopped over your body and held Norm close to him.
"I'm so sorry Norm. If I would've known I could've tried to get her to stay behind with Mo'at." Jake says but it does little to console him. Neytiri continues with her duties of dressing you. She ensures your chest piece and tweng fit your role as High Warrior and drapes the headpiece she had made for you on your head.
"Ma Jake... She is ready." Neytiri says and Jake moves to pick you up but Norm stops him.
"I can do it." Norm tells him as he picks up your body and carries you to where you'll be buried. Norm passes a small family of three consisting of a young girl, a small boy, and their father. The little boy reaches out and grabs the hand that hanging from your body.
"Setxä." The boys' father reaches and removes his hand from yours.
"But that is her!" The boy says and his father nods.
"I know Setxä. I know, but she is with Eywa now." The Na'vi man pulls his son into his arms and away from your unmoving figure. Norm set you down in your final resting place, and he rolled your prosthetic pinky in his hand. He could remember that day like it was yesterday.
-Flashback-
Jake was still in his link pod, Trudy was walking around with Grace outside, and that left you and Norm by yourselves. The two of you were tangled up under the blankets in his bunk. You had long since put on your underwear and one of Norm's t-shirts which were large on you, while he wore his boxers and nothing else.
"I can't wait." You tell him and he chuckles.
"I can't wait either. Everything you and Jake told me about it I can't help but want to experience it too." Norm says and you snuggle into his chest.
"And I'm gonna be right there with you. Every step of the way." You say and he stick out his pinky.
"Pinky promise?" He says jokingly but you take that as a challenge of humor. So you remove your fake pinky and hand it to him.
"I pinky promise." You whisper to him and he outright laughs at the joke.
-Flashback Over-
"You kept your promise." Norm says quietly as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. "I love you (Y/n)." He says and steps up next to Jake who kneels next to your grave with an Atorkirina in hand. He had done this many times today already but this one felt heavier. Far more difficult for him to deliver than the others. He was finally able to let go of the Atokirina and it danced around your torso and it settled in your hands.
13 Years Later
"Norm, can I talk to you for a moment?" Norm turned toward Max and sent his friend a tired smile. He had been spending alot of time in his avatar but he didn't stop taking care of Miles, though the boy prefers Spider these days. Matter of fact that's who Max was having to drag him away from. The two men walked away from the group of kids to a silent corner.
"What can I do for you Max?" Norm asks and Max quickly turns and pulls Norm into his private lab. Norm gapes at the room and all of the equipment inside it, especially the growth tube with an Avatar inside of it.
"I'm sure you recognize most of this tech." Max says and Norm nods.
"Yeah, but why do you have it? And who is this for?" Norm asks and Max scratches the back of his head.
"That's my avatar. I needed to make sure it worked before I used it for the purpose it was meant for. Before you and Jake were stationed on Pandora, (Y/n) was able to trick Selfridge into buying all of this." Max says but he stops next to a box that had been open for a long time. "Except this. She saved five of her paychecks to buy this." Max opens the lid of the box and Norm peers inside and his eyes go wide.
"Is this what I think it is?" Norm asks him and Max nods. "But why did she want all of this?"
"Simple. For Spider." Max tells his friend and Norm runs a hand over the growth pod and the transfer device in his hand. "She planned to run the moment she was able to separate her consciousness from her human body to her avatar."
"What changed her mind?" Norm looked Max in the eye, and the shorter man fidgeted as he sat down.
"Spider was born then she met you. Suddenly she had more that she cared about at base than her deep desire to learn in the environment. Then everything happened and she got what she wanted." Max said and Norm gulped down the lump in his throat. "Since you're his caretaker I wanted to know what you thought about me carrying out (Y/n)'s wishes."
"You have my permission. It's what she wanted and it'll make it easier for him." Norm sniffs once and squats to leave the building closing the door behind him.
Meanwhile
Spider sprinted behind Lo'ak and Kiri watching as they raced toward the lab. Kiri was going to visit her mom, and Spider and Lo'ak were going to support her. The moment they were indoors the two Na'vi put on masks and Spider took off his. Kiri went to say hello to her mother while Lo'ak finally took the time to look over all the pictures on the walls. There were hundreds scattered from desktops to the walls and he had never stopped to look at the before. Spider followed behind him finding his sudden curiosity odd. There were four prominent figures in the majority of them. They weren't always together but they were near eachother often. Jake, Grace, Norm, and you doing various things. In one you and Grace are sitting at her desk at Hell's Gate while she teaches you. You had only arrived a few weeks before the picture being taken. The next you held a bow in your hand an annoyed Jake running behind you. Neytiri in the background laughing at the two of your stupidity. The next Grace was hugging Jake's shoulders with a kind smile on her face and Jake smiling as well.
"It is always so weird to see my father not as a Na'vi man." Lo'ak finally confesses and Spider huffs a laugh.
"Oh my gosh. Look at Norm in this one." Spider points to one hanging higher up on the wall. Lo'ak shifts his gaze to it and frowns when he sees it.
"Bro... He looked so happy." Lo'ak says and Spider is confused why until the picture is lowered for him to look at. Norm was with his back against the wall on the bottom bunk of a mobile unit. In his lap, you slept with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head rested on his chest. Norm had his head laid on top of yours and he had a content smile on his face and looked like he might fall asleep himself.
"Yeah, he did look happy there." Spider says sadly but his eyes remained glued to you.
"I think you'd like this one Spider." Kiri had joined them and she took the picture off the side of the fridge and handed it to him. You were in the medical wing holding a small baby boy in your arms. Your dad was holding you as you continued to stare at the boy you held, and your dad couldn't stop staring at both of you. His children.
"Max told me that was the day you were born." Kiri tells him and Spider inhales sharply to hide the stutter of his breathing.
"Hey Spider I want to make sure you don't have any developing allergies. I'm going to draw some blood if that's alright with you?" Max asks him and Spider nods and follows him to a sterile area. Max draws some of his blood and actually tests some of it for any health anomalies.
"How am I looking Max?" Spider asks him and Max smiles warmly at Spider.
"Perfectly healthy." Max says and Spider fist-bumps the air.
"Hey Max. You spent the most time with them. What were they like?" Spider asks and Max nearly drops the vile of blood in his hands. He carefully sets it down and turns to Spider.
"Both Quaritch and (Y/n) were so stubborn and headstrong. At first I thought they were opposites, but I was so wrong. Closer to the war Quaritch showed exactly where (Y/n) got all of her personality traits. Honorable, protective, caring, and selfless. You remind me of them alot." Max tells Spider who tucks his legs closer to his chest.
"I wish I could remember them." Spider said and Max clasped Spider's shoulder.
"They would've been proud of you." Max says and Spider sighs.
"Were either of them funny?" Spider asks and Max starts to answer but moves over to his monitor instead.
"Maybe some of their video logs can answer that better than I can." Max says and moves out of the way for Spider to watch the screen. You were sitting infront of the camera talking about observations you were making on a plant. The sound of fast-approaching wheels catches Spider's attention and Jake comes into view of the camera.
"What the fuck is that?" Jake asks and you look up from the microscope and roll your eyes.
"Panopyra or as the Na'vi call them tawtsngal, which means Sky Cup. They use the liquid in them for a nutritious and healing drink." You tell Jake who looks in the microscope.
"I still have no idea about plant life here." Jake says and you smack the side of his head lightly.
"Skxawng. Don't hurt your head trying to learn." You laugh and Jake turns to you displeased.
"You and Neytiri will cause more damage to my head than me learning." Jake says and you scoff. Jake retaliated by dragging you out of your chair and into his lap as he attacked your sides. You thrash in his hold for a bit until you're able to escape as Norm comes into the room. It surprises Spider how well Norm is able to stay standing when you jump up and attach yourself to Norms back.
"Protect me! Jake is finally taking his revenge for us forcing him to use that lump that's three feet above his ass!" You say dramatically and Norm shakes his head chuckling.
"Children. I live with children." Norm says and you look between Jake and Norm. You then smack the side of his face and jump off of him and take off to hide from them.
"A menace, Norm. You're dating a menace." Jake says and Norm takes notice of the camera that's still on and turns it off. Spider laughed for a good chunk of the time that the video was playing.
Nearly two years later the clan had to relocate after Hometree was destroyed again, and a new war had begun.
A Year Later
"She's waking up now." A voice said but you didn't recognize who it belonged to.
"Can you hear me, Corporal?" Someone else asks. You sit up and shoo them away from you.
"Where's my dad?" You ask them and they motion for someone off to the side to come forward. Instead of your dad a Na'vi man comes toward you and since you don't recognize him you panic.
"Baby girl. Deep breaths it's me. They thought it would be a good idea for you to wake up to them since you spent some time as a POW with the Na'vi." Your Dad says and he casts a sideways glance at the scientists and you catch onto what he saying.
"Yeah. Yeah, I get it, but I need my dad." You said as you wrapped your arms around your dad and he returns the hug. He cradles the back of your head as he plants a kiss on the crown of your head.
"Let's get you dressed." He says and hands you a stack of clothing. You put on most of the clothing but opt to throw your shoes to the side. You follow your father to a locker room where everyone else was waiting.
"Ah. Our guide has finally arrived!" Simmens exclaimed when you walked into the room.
"Simmens. Always a pleasure." You say and he walks right up next to you and wraps an arm over your shoulders.
"We were so worried when you were kept as a POW (prisoner of war). I was relieved we had you do your soul drive two weeks early. We'll need someone with expertise in Pandoran flora and fauna." Simmens says and you sigh.
"I'm not an expert. I never even got to graduate college." You tell him and he shook his head.
"Nonsense. You know plenty that we don't know. Ain't that right everyone?" Simmens asks everyone in the room and most nod and hum in agreement. You slip out of Simmens grasp and sit behind Lyle and Mansk. You plopped your flat hand onto Lyle's head with an audible 'plep' and you giggled.
"Damn Wainfleet. Still couldn't get hair even when in a Na'vi body." You joke and he shakes his head. He turns and playfully hisses at you and you return the favor. His eyes go wide as he stares at your mouth and you get confused.
"Uh, Colonel. You two share a gene." Lyle says and you become even more confused. Your dad turns around to look at the two of you. "Open your mouth, (Y/nn)." Lyle says and you open your mouth and your dad smiles wide.
"Would you look at that. She's got my smile." Your Dad says and you notice his three canines. You run your tongue over your canines and give a toothy smile.
"Extra intimidation factor." You say and your dad chuckles as he throws his arm around your shoulders and you lean into his side.
Later on, as you were all getting ready to depart to go down to Pandora, you, Lyle, and Mansk were joking around with each other.
"Simmens has won the universe's most stubborn asshole." Mansk says quietly.
"Yeah. Still has a giant boner for you even after dying and coming back to life." Lyle says and you you laugh with your mouth closed.
"You guys are mean but not wrong. I think he's a huge creep. I mean he met me when I was a literal 16-year-old." You tell them and Lyle cringes.
"What about lover boy (Y/n)?" Lyle asks you and you look away from them.
"I want to find them again. I love Norm so much and he's still out there... I can feel it." You say and Mansk pats Lyle on the back. "Sorry Lyle but you're like a cool older brother."
"Ain't gotta apologize. You love who you love." He says and you frown. "I mean it. I'd rather keep you as a friend if I can't have you as my girl." He smiles and nudges your chin with his knuckles. You boarded the shuttle between Lyle and your dad and huffed in annoyance at having to wear a mask inside. You tuck your braids behind your ear and lean your head on your dad's arm. When the shuttle lands and you start to walk down the ramp your dad turns to your group.
"Masks off!" He calls out and you nearly tear it off of your face. You scowl when your bare feet touch the pavement and start wishing to grant death to the people who did all of this. Killed off the natural life just to place cold dead material in its place. You prance along behind your dad and Lyle as they lead the group into Bridgehead City. Big ugly concrete buildings that you would have been elated to never see again when you came out here. Your dad and Simmens get called over by some horrid-looking woman for a chat. Your dad motions to Lyle for him to stay near you and he does so along with Ja and Mansk. The group was led to an area that was made for the recoms and everyone ended up sitting around and waiting. Until your dad and Simmens came in and briefed everyone on our mission. Lyle had his arm slung over your shoulders to ground you and remind you to keep calm until later. It was an unspoken thing between everyone in your dad's squad. Everyone could remember everything up until their death. Everyone was led to an armory to grab guns and ammo and anything else they might need. When you got there you found the only weapon that interested you, which was a compact bow and its arrows and a few knives just in case.
After everyone was armed you went back outside heading straight for a couple of ships. You boarded a ship with your dad's squad and thanked Eywa you didn't have to be near Simmens. The moment the ships landed one of Simmens men tried to touch a bright pink flower. You smacked his hand away and glared at him.
"Don't touch that or you'll be so horny for the next 48 hours that you'll have to be isolated." You tell him and he backs away from the plant. You quickly and quietly scale a large fallen tree as everyone else travels on the ground. Their large boots leaving tracks through the mossy and grassy ground. You continue to scout from above making as little sound as possible while you all made your way through the old battlefield. You spot the familiar shack up ahead and press your neck com.
"Damaged mobile unit up ahead." You tell them and your dad moves some of the foliage aside.
"We see it. Stay up high and hidden. We'll need someone to give us an advantage if we get ambushed." Simmens says.
"This is a battlefield. To them, it would mostly be off-limits. Seen as a war grave in a way." You tell him and you see him wave his hand around to dismiss what you said. You scoff and move to a different tree while they all go to the shack. Mansk and Lyle continuously cast glances your way to see if you're signaling them. Their sunglasses were able to pick up on the red light of your laser pointer. You look out over the foliage and feel yourself smile. Even after all of the fighting and explosions life would regrow. You hear muffled speaking and look under the tree you're in and see a group of kids. They were all watching your group hidden behind some plants. You signal Mansk since he was looking in your direction and he nudges Lyle.
Your group starts a pincer maneuver while the kids start to leave. You follow the from above and when Mansk jumps out and grabs the youngest Lyle takes hold of the girl. Both the Na'vi and human boys had their bows drawn and aimed at your dad's squad. Your dad joins the group and shows them a picture of Jake and you shake your head. The Na'vi are honorable and would never sell out Toruk Makto. You decide to put in your two cents and jump down from the tree you're in. Your feet hit the ground silently and you approach the group.
"Calm down everyone. They're just kids." You say and your dad looks at you. "Colonel... They're just kids." You tell him and he nods once and puts away the picture. You stop infront of the only Na'vi boy and take in his features. Some of his features seemed... familiar.
"You're supposed to be dead." The human boy says quickly and you turn to him only to find he's looking at your dad.
"Yeah? What's it to you?" Your Dad asks him and your eyes widen at the familiar golden brown eyes. "What's your name?"
"Spider... Soccorro." He says and your hand involuntarily flies to your mouth. The Na'vi boy had been studying you the entire time. Trying to place where he had seen you before, I'd he even had. Then his eyes fly wide open and he turns to Spider with a shocked expression.
"Spider... It's your sister!" The boy says and Spider finally looks at you and his face pales and falls. You hear approaching footsteps and you look over your dad's group and they all nod for secrecy.
"Ah, you got us a catch huh?" You hear Simmens say and you cringe. Trying to work out a good plan to get everyone out of this alive and hopefully unscathed.
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Eternal - Part Two
A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)
Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. This chapter itself contains smut (oral (female receiving) fingering), biting, blood
WC: 4307
The rest of your night had been peaceful, though as soon as you woke up, your mind was thinking about the tree. Trying to make your way through your morning routine, you thought about the pulse of the bark under you hand. In a way, you could still feel it, thudding against your skin. The water of your shower began to run cold, jolting you from your reminiscing and scurrying to get out of the icy rain and rush to finish getting ready.
You didn’t have a chance to think about the dream again until mid-afternoon, when Willa stopped by your desk.
“Hey, did you end up going home with that one guy last night?” she leaned against your cubicle wall, swirling the iced coffee left over from her lunch in its cup, the mostly melted ice barely making a sound.
“I didn’t go home with anybody last night.” you responded, thinking of the curly headed man and his deep, enchanting eyes. “Streak is over, I suppose.”
“Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Willa shrugged, offering a small smile. She was about to say something else, but she looked down at your neck. “I love that necklace, where did you get it?” you had forgotten all about it, glancing down at your own chest and seeing the white teardrop pendant still resting just above the swell of your breasts.
“Oh, I-I don’t remember actually.” you shrugged. “I don’t even remember owning it, but I found it on my nightstand last night. I don’t even know what kind of stone this is.”
“I think it’s a selenite crystal.” Willa bent at the waist, taking the pendant delicately in her hand and turning it over. “It’s supposed to cleanse energy and spaces, promote calmness and clarity and peace. Keep bad things away.”
“Oh, you know a lot about crystals?” Willa dropped the pendant softly and stood back up, rolling her eyes.
“My sister is one of those hippie crystal organic girls.” she sighed, though you could sense the sisterly love in her annoyed words. “She gifted me a wand of it once, told me to cleanse my new apartment with it because she thinks there’s a dark spirit there.”
“Did you try it?” you asked, giggling. Willa took a sip of her coffee.
“I waved it around a little, but I didn’t feel any difference. She said the next time she came over, the space was cleansed and had a better aura so,” Willa offered another shrug. “she may be onto something.” The two of you began to chat more about how Willa’s night ended up, and how she ended up going home by herself too, and that she as going to take the night off from partying for a while.
“I think I might go back tonight.” you said softly. Willa smirked, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“You wanna see if that guy is there again, huh?” she asked, the sly smile on her face teasing, her honey blonde hair tucked behind her ear. “I don’t blame you. He was a little short for my taste but he was hot.”
“I’m not going just for him.” you tried to defend yourself, knowing that the opposite was true. Truth be told, you were hoping see him again, dance with him again. Maybe even get what he’d told you to wait for. One of your many faults was being impatient, you knew this to be true. “I honestly like dancing, and they have cheap drinks.”
“Whatever you say, honey.” Willa shook her head and turned, leaving you alone to get back to work. But the spreadsheets and emails that waited for you now seemed even more dull than before, with your mind set on returning to the dance floor tonight. Those eyes watching you from behind the velvet ropes. The possibility of those soft lips on your skin again, making the back of your hand tingle again.
“Oh my god, get a grip.” you muttered to yourself, shaking out your hand and rolling your shoulders back to settle into work for the remaining time. You balked at your own behavior, letting some strange man making you feel like a starry-eyed school girl over a few dances and a short conversation over drinks.
Yet, as you made your way into Club Soleil that night, you felt a thrumming in your chest. Your grip was tight on your clutch, you could practically feel your ID and cards inside bending against the pressure from your fingers. You tried not to make it obvious as you walked towards the bar that you were scoping the scene, hoping to catch a glimpse of chocolate brown curls. As soon as you were about to sit on the stool at the bar, a hand rested on your forearm. You turned your head, hoping to see the man from last night, but instead, it was a tall, curly headed man. His features were sharp, yet his expression held a softness that seemed to round them into an alluring, gentle look as his dark curls fell to his shoulders.
“I was told to bring you to the VIP area, Miss.” you blinked at him. “Follow me, please.” he left you no time to question, turning on his heel and parting through the crowd around you. You scurried to follow closely behind him, a nervous shake in your stomach now, nearly tripping in your heels as you tried to keep up with the tall mans strides. You followed him up the red carpeted steps to the VIP area, and he unclasped the matching red velvet rope, ushering you inside and closing the area off again.
The area was filled with various people, milling about, talking into each others ears over the loud music. Some were already drunk off their asses, making out in the dark corners, feeling each other up, some were just starting, popping a bottle of champagne between the eight of them that more than likely pooled all their money together to afford the one bottle. And then there was you, standing timidly where the tall man left you, not knowing exactly what you were supposed to do.
“I was hoping you’d come tonight.” you turned, seeing the man you’d been hoping to see all along. As he walked towards you, you took in tonights suit. Black, again, but this time the edges were trimmed with a shining gold thread that caught the light, making it look smooth like satin. You wanted to reach out and trace the pads of your fingers across the fabric, to feel for yourself. He noticed you taking it in and lifted an arm up in front of him, adjusting the gold cuff links on the wrist of his dress shirt, under the suit. “Did your friends get left behind at the bar?”
“They didn’t come tonight.” you replied. You shouldn’t be telling him that you came alone. It was stupid, asking for trouble. As you waited for a smirk, he only shook his head.
“Their loss is my gain.” he replied. “Would you like to get a drink first, or to dance?” A part of you was shocked at his abruptness, and you felt the words leaving your lips. Even though you’d been hoping to see him all day, the idea that he just assumed made you irritated.
“Who said I want to do either of those things with you?” you put your free hand on your hip, shooting him a glare. The man gave you a tight-lipped smile, letting you know you were already testing his patience.
“Did you forget what I told you last night?” he moved closer to you, a dark look in his eyes. “You’re mine.”
“Sure didn’t seem like it when you left me at the bar by myself.” you countered.
“Oh love, are you already feeling neglected?” the man faked a small pout. “Let me fix that for you.” He moved behind you, gathering your hair behind you and leaving your shoulders exposed under the thin straps of your dress.
Near-immediately, his hands were on your shoulders, gently rubbing them and slipping them down your arms. You tried to steel yourself against the shiver that buzzed down your spine, feeling his lips press on your shoulder. He slowly turned you, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, fingers in your hair as he tilted your head up to him, your lips parted, ready for his next kiss. He bent down, letting his lips softly graze over yours. Pulse racing, you let your eyes flutter close as his warm breath fell over your face.
“So, what will it be? Drinks or dancing?” his voice was quiet but stern. Your eyes opened slowly, and you looked into his, a strong, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.
“Dancing.” you replied breathlessly, as if you’d already been on the floor for hours. The man took your hand, leading you out of the VIP area and down to the dance floor, weaving the two of you through the crowd and turning to face you when he found the spot he wanted. The club wasn’t as busy tonight, bodies weren’t packed together like they had been the night before. And yet you were still pressed up against him, his hands on your hips, both of you moving seamlessly to the beat of the music again.
As the two of you danced, the man leaned down, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear.
“Tell me, love,” he murmured, “Do you believe in vampires?” you paused briefly, wondering why he would ask such a silly question.
“Do I believe in vampires?” you asked back, looking at him to clarify. He nodded, studying you. You put your tongue in your cheek, thinking over his question. The vibe fit, maybe he was just into role-play and this is how he got off. And you did always love the vampire trope, the danger, the excitement, and the guy was hot and could pull it off. Deciding to play along, you leaned into him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I do.”
“I want to take you home.” he replied with a smirk. You felt a bubble of excitement in your stomach, remembering his confident reply from the night before that he could satisfy your needs. You let him tug your towards the exit, watching as he snapped his fingers at the coatcheck girl, something you normally would think was rude and absurd, but in the moment, it made you want him more. He helped you slide your coat on before taking your hand again, leading you outside to a car that was waiting.
There was a part of you that was screaming, this is stupid, so stupid! You don’t know this stranger! This is how people die! But there was something about this man that felt safe, deep down you knew you’d be okay.
You’d been distracted on the ride to his home, his lips on yours, his hand on your inner thigh, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your panties. You knew he could feel them getting wetter and wetter with every barely there stroke. But soon you were walking up stone steps to a large manor, being led into a gorgeous foyer with a large chandelier and faded, old marble flooring.
“Jesus, if I’d known I’d be coming to a home like this, I would’ve worn nicer clothes.” you joked, suddenly nervous and out of place feeling. The man took your coat off you, disappearing into a closet briefly before returning.
“You look just fine.” he replied, looking you up and down. You stepped under the chandelier, looking up at the sparkling crystals.
“I bet you have a library in here.” you hummed softly.
“You do?” the man raised his eyebrow as he watched you.
“Well, a real vampire living in a place like this? They’d definitely have a library.” you jokingly challenged him. He seemed committed to the act, his expression bored, but a small fire behind his eyes at your challenge.
“Follow me.” was all he said, before moving towards the staircase to the left of the foyer. You kept pace, your heels clacking and echoing loudly in the room as you moved. Halfway up, you paused, removing the shoes and carrying them in your hand. You followed him down a long hallway, a deep burgundy runner plush under your feet. The man stopped at a large door, waiting for you to catch up to him before turning the knob and pushing the door open, gesturing for you to step inside.
He followed closely behind, flicking on the lights. You looked around as your eyes adjusted to the new, soft glow of the lamp light. The room was large, almost too large to believably just be one room and not the whole house. Full bookshelves lined the walls, with large, picture windows between them, breaking up the dark wood.
“This is amazing.” you breathed, making your way over to the nearest shelf, starting to read the titles, trying to find one you may know. The man walked behind into the room behind you, moving towards a desk and leaning against it as he watched you, almost amusedly. It was the noise of the desk moving that brought you back into the moment, realizing what you came here for.
You ran your fingers across the spines of all the old books on the shelf absentmindedly as he watched you, and you felt yourself grow irritated as you thought of him. Him. You didn’t even know his name and you were at his home, willing to play vampire.
“You’re incredibly rude, you know.” you murmured, rolling your shoulders back.
“How so?” the man’s voice was smooth and even, as if he didn’t care, even if you were being serious.
“You haven’t told me your name.” you answered, throwing a glance over your shoulder as you pulled a book from it’s place and traced the indented words on the cover.
“My name is Joshua.” he answered like he was simply telling you the time of night. You snorted a laugh as you opened the book letting your eyes scan over the words on the pages, not remotely absorbing anything they fell over. “Something amusing to you?”
“That’s a shitty name.” you laughed, still focused on the book. “What vampire is named Joshua?”
“What’s wrong with Joshua?” he asked stiffly, his nostrils flaring as you continued to refuse eye contact, flipping to another page.
“It’s not remotely a cool name. Like, there are billions of options and you have the most basic, boring one.”
“I happen to like my name.” you continued talking over him, laughing still.
“It’s like I’m a broody, mysterious vampire….my name is Cody.” Suddenly the book was snatched from your hands and snapped shut so closely in front of your face you felt a breeze flutter across your cheeks. Josh was glowering down at you, his cheeks tinged pink and your giggles ceased in your throat. He moved the book back and lowered his face until the tip of his nose practically touched yours, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as you stared into his dark eyes.
“I’d be very, very careful about who you insult, love.” he warned, his voice stern as his hand took your waist and pulled your body flush to his once again. He ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth as he gave a wicked, malevolent smile as two points appeared on his top incisors.. “Some may not be as forgiving as I am.” his other hand was now free of the book, and slid behind your neck, moving your hair behind your back and cradling the back of your head so your neck was exposed to him.
‘Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Those have to be fake, right?’ You thought to yourself as you watched the lights of the room reflect off the pearly white fangs. You somehow were hallucinating, but you didn’t drink anything at the club, you didn’t take anything. Vampires weren’t real. They couldn’t be. And yet you quivered, a weight settling in your stomach that told you this was indeed very real as he watched your thoughts process on your face.
“A-are you going to kill me now?” you whimpered softly. The fear that now bubbled inside you made your blood run cold through your veins and set your body to start shaking. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk as he bent his head down, letting his warm breath cascade over your goose-pimpled skin.
“Is that what you want?” your breath caught in your throat at his words, the promise of death so close to you as his lips ghosted your jugular vein.
“No.” the word spilled from between your lips, and Josh smiled against your skin.
“Are you sure?” his tone was lightly mocking as he pressed a kiss to your throat, his lips soft and warm. “I could make it quick. Nearly painless.” you shook your head and he pulled you back upright. The adrenaline made you dizzy and you latched onto his shoulders. “Good, I have other plans for you.” in the blink of an eye, you were in a completely different room, being pressed against soft fabrics. Josh hovered over you, his breath fanning over your face.
Your hair had flown over your face from the sudden movements, and he reached up, brushing it away as you stared into his dark brown eyes. The feeling of his cool fingers left trails of heat across your skin and as your breathing picked up.
“Tell me, do you still want this?” Josh asked softly. “Still want me?” your brain finished his question ‘knowing what I am?’. You tried to calm your racing heart, thinking over his question. You shouldn’t. If this wasn’t some twisted wet dream, if this was really real, you should scream and run away. Yet within the span of a second, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his and humming when he kissed back with fervor. His thigh slotted between yours and ground against your core, causing you to gasp. Josh took the opportunity to lick into your mouth.
His kisses were rough and passionate, his lips never fully leaving yours as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. Your hands ran under his suit jacket, against the silk material of his dress shirt and you let your hands move up, rounding his shoulders and pushing the jacket back, urging him to take it off. He begrudgingly pulled away, tugging the sleeves off his arms and whipping the jacket across the room.
“You wanted to know if I could satisfy you, correct?” Josh dragged his nose across the hollow of your cheek, breathing in your scent. His hand was back on your inner thigh, rubbing firm strokes back and forth, inching closer to your core and teasing you. You swallowed thickly and nodded. “No love, I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” you breathed. His lips captured your earlobe, and you felt his teeth gently nibble the soft flesh there.m, tugging at it. Your eyes closed, the shiver that cascaded down your back raising goosebumps on your skin.
“When you finish, I will drink from you.” you opened your eyes, gazing up at him. The tone he used to inform you of his plan did not waver, and yet there was a lilt of a question hiding in it. He was giving you the choice to say no right now. You mulled it over in your hazy state. He could drink from you, drain you dry and leave you to become a missing persons bulletin on the news. “I will not kill you, you have my word. As I have told you, I have other plans for you. I won’t repeat myself again.”
“Only if you can completely satisfy me.” you replied, hoping your nerves didn’t show in your attempt of a sultry voice, throwing him back some attitude. He pursed his lips, eyeing you. It was obvious he wasn’t used to any push back from previous partners, and you could tell by the twitch at the left corner of his lip, he was learning he liked it. At least, that’s what you were hoping. “If you can’t, you take me home and end up like the rest of them.”
“Pray-tell, what happens to the rest of your conquests?” Josh’s voice was low as he slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt. You watched him undress, exposing his chest to you as the shirt fell open under his hands. His body was lean and well toned, you had to fight the urge to reach out and splay your palm against one of his pectorals.
“We’ll have to see if you find out, won’t we?” you dared, watching him finally fully remove the silk from his upper body. His arms were as toned and muscular as his chest, and you found yourself watching as they flexed while he reached behind you, finding the zipper to your dress and slowly tugging it down the seam. Josh’s hands moved down tugging the material up your body and over your head, tossing the garment unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed. You were left in nothing but your panties, and he brushed your fallen hair away from your chest.
When his fingertips grazed the teardrop pendant, you swore you saw the ghost of a smile tug at his lips, but it was gone too soon in the pale lamplight to really tell. Josh’s hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, making a breath tumble from your lips. His fingers massaged the soft flesh and you let your head fall back.
One of his hands let go of your body, stretching behind you and dragging something down the bed. Slowly, his other palm, still resting under your breast, pushed you back, until your upper body was resting against a plush, soft pillow. Josh bent down, trailing hot, open mouth kisses down the valley between your breasts and smirking against your skin.
“I want you to watch me make you unravel, love.” he murmured gruffly against your skin. He continued his path down your middle, sucking a small bruise onto the skin of your hip as his lips met the hemline of your panties. You momentarily chided yourself in your head for your choice of basic cotton panties, instead of something lacy and sexy. It didn’t seem to matter to Josh, however, as he quickly tugged them down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room.
He bit his lower lip as his hands traveled back up your calves and over your knees, your legs falling open for him under the slight pressure of his palms. Josh leaned in, dragging the tip of his nose across your left thigh while his opposite hand made contact with your center.
“All of this for me?” he mused, dragging the tip of his middle finger gently up through your folds, collecting the wetness there. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” you started to roll your eyes but stopped as his finger started to rub slow, tantalizing circles over your clit. A moan tumbled from your lips as you watched his fingers movements. “You’re gonna watch me and be a good girl, yes?” you nodded. A swift smack sounded off the skin just above your mound. “You will use your voice when I speak to you.”
“Yes, Josh.” you swallowed. “I’m gonna watch like a good girl.” his eyes stayed on yours, making sure you saw as his finger left you, only to be replaced by his mouth. His tongue laid flat against you as he dragged it in a slow licking motion, your heart starting to beat wildly in your chest already when he began delving into short, rough licks through your pussy, circling your clit and giving it a harsh suck before soothing it with a softer lick.
He adjusted himself on the bed, laying flat, wrapping his arms under and around your legs, fingers digging into your thighs as he held your legs open as they shook around his head. He began alternating between wide, flat laps of his tongue and sucking on your clit, his fingers joining in on the torture as he inserted two into you, pumping in and out. Your body jolted as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that delicate sweet spot no one else had quite been able to reach before.
“Josh,” you breathed a she continued his actions, your hips starting to move against his face, rolling through the currents of pleasure that were building and building inside of you.
“Not such a bad name after all, hm?” he responded, taking a moment to smirk at you before reattaching his lips to you. You calling out his name somehow made him come back even more fervently, his fingers picking up a quicker, rougher pace as his mouth worked you over double time. You could feel your stomach start to shudder, your hips starting to buck against him as his one strong arm held you in place. Reaching you, you tangled your fingers in his curls, looking for something to hold onto as you felt your body give in to him fully, your orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave. He continued his ministrations, slowing down until he withdrew his fingers altogether, wrapping his arm around your leg again.
As you cried out, fingers clutching into his chestnut hair as his dug into your thighs, you felt the drag of his lips leaving your pussy and moving to your inner thigh. In your bliss, you had forgotten the deal you made. You sat up, Josh’s eyes still trained on yours as you watched him smirk and bite down on the flesh of your inner thigh. A sharp gasp rushed from your throat as you felt the burning sensation of the bite, the blood being pulled from you and into Josh’s waiting mouth.
“Fuck!” you cried, all of the endorphins and adrenaline in your body combining, making you feel dizzy. A humming laugh came from Josh’s throat, as you fell back on the bed, your breathing labored more than it was before.
He didn’t drink for long, or maybe he did. You were so far gone it could’ve been hours before he lifted his lips from you, it could’ve been seconds. You felt him drag his tongue along your thigh slowly, cleaning any spilled drops before he reached for his shirt on the bed, staining the beautiful white silk with your red blood as he wiped his mouth.
“I don’t know which tasted better,” Josh hummed, tossing the shirt like a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward and hovering over you. His hands were on either side of your head, his eyes gazing intensely down at you. “your blood or your pussy.”
You wanted to give him a witty reply, say something snarky to wipe that smirk off his face. You knew it would be meaningless though. You’d both gotten the end of the deal you wanted. You raised up a tired hand, letting the tips of your fingers rest on his cheek, parting your lips to speak. He cut you off quietly before you could get a syllable out.
“You need rest.” he instructed. “Sleep, and I’ll see to it you get home safely when you awake.” protest bubbled at your lips but your eyelids were too heavy to try and argue. As your eyes fully closed, you felt your body moving, soft, light fabric being pulled over you body before a heavier fabric settled around you. “Goodnight, love.”
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ellie williams x reader <3
idk what to title this but it’s something!
🦋 no warnings i don't think... just like one curse word & kissing ooohhhmygosh
🦋 thank u thank u to anyone who reads this & i hope u like it! :-*
“i was just—so fucking outta my mind. and then that’s when i found you and we got crazy drunk and i don’t even drink! but, i don’t regret it ‘cause, well… that’s when you kissed me.” you looked to the floor bashfully after your sentence, warmth rising to your cheeks as you felt a little flustered when the event from last night’s party came to mind. you barely remember anything else, apart from the sweaty crowds, loud music, and… kissing ellie, of course.
“kiss? i kissed you?” she asks, raising her brows like the concept was the most unbelievable thing ever to be voiced. she leans forward to take the joint from between your fingers, and you watch as she raises it to her lips. her lips. the same ones that were on yours the night before. the memory causes tingles to prick in your own.
“yes, you kissed me.” you lean back against the couch, crossing your arms. her eyes narrow as she exhales, a cloudy puff of smoke fogging your vision.
she mirrors you, leaning back further into her own spot, brows pinching inward like she's in deep thought. “hmm… you sure it wasn’t the other way around?”
you scoff as you roll your eyes, snatching the joint from her fingers. “no i’m pretty sure it was you who kissed me.” you inhale slowly, maintaining eye contact with the freckled girl in front of you. something strange was in her eyes, an unusual type of shimmer within the emerald rings you’d never seen before in all your time knowing her. it was teasing, yet subtle, like whatever she was thinking was too shy to come out.
when you exhale, your mind is fuzzy, and you’re feeling too floaty to notice that this time, she watches the smoke escape from your lips. your lips, the ones her eyes linger on for a little longer than they should.
“okay, but, there were a lotta people at that party y’know. did i really kiss you?”
ellie watches the way your lips upturn into a grin and only looks back up to your eyes when you nudge her arm playfully. she chuckles as she leans back from the action but mostly at the way she can hear the obvious annoyance in your voice. “ellie! are you actually serious right now?”
“just sayin’,” she shrugs and tries to hide her smile by taking another hit. this time the hit is longer than usual, and there’s a brief moment of silence before she exhales the smoke away from your face.
“you seriously don’t remember?” you ask, a hint of disappointment in your tone. that kiss was all you could think about, and if she really didn’t remember you’d feel dumb for getting this far into the conversation. ellie was aware of this, feeling a little guilty for playing dumb. of course she remembered that kiss, kissing you, all of it. you had no idea how long she had been waiting to kiss you, after what seemed like an eternity of lighthearted flirting and small teasing touches. trying to strictly stay as ‘friends’. even though both of you were highly intoxicated last night, she still enjoyed it just as much. but it was fun messing with you, so she’d hold this one out for a little longer.
ellie shrugs. “i dunno… i mean, last night was a blur.”
you frown, suddenly feeling embarrassed. your eyes meet the ground again as you pick at your nail. “oh. well, okay.”
“hey, come on, stop that. i just… need a little more help remembering.” ellie chuckles, and she knows she shouldn’t be since you’re upset, but that wouldn’t last long anyway. she shuffles in her spot, reaching to the table nearby as she stubs out the joint.
you sit up straighter, eyes flickering to hers quickly as you smile. “oh really? how?”
“well, y’know,” she scoots closer to you. “just gotta get close enough for it,”
she sits there and looks between your eyes. they were glossy and pink, and she thought you couldn’t look any prettier right now. ellie’s eyes were the same, but now there was a stronger gleam of seduction in them, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth in your core at the sight. you’re pretty sure you could count all the freckles on her face right there, and maybe even swim in the pale green pools of her eyes if you tried. but you don’t think too much about that. the two of you sitting in stillness, admiring each other’s features, until you speak up.
“um, we’re pretty close, y’know.”
she smiles, her voice raising in pitch as she moves forward even in the little space there is left. “i think we needa be a littleee closer,”
you scoot closer till your knees are touching and all you can do is stare into her eyes. you’re sure you can hear your heartbeat’s rapid pulse in your ears, but you don’t care. you were high, hazy, and even a little bit horny too. all that floats and twirls around in your mind is ellie, ellie, ellie, and it’s as if you can hear it on replay, echoing with reverb as your eyes become heavier and heavier.
“i think this is where you kiss me now.” she says softly, and you almost don’t hear her. her breath was warm and ticklish against your lips, and you’d never wanted to kiss someone so badly before.
you tease, “no, where you kiss me,” she rolls her eyes before muttering ‘shut up’ as she presses her lips into yours.
when your lips meet, it’s as if sparkles and butterflies flutter all around you. they are warm and soft, and also slightly chapped but the roughness is nice. the effect of the both of you being high makes everything feel frenetic and surreal, but it's so so good.
as the kiss becomes needier, you feel the coolness of her palm cup your jaw. you accidentally let out a small whimper when she intertwines her fingers into your hair, the sensation on your scalp somehow soothing an itch you didn't know was there, yet it's mostly felt in your stomach.
ellie smirks gently against your lips at the sound of need that slips from your mouth, and the more you kiss, the more desire sizzles in your gut. this kiss definitely wasn’t like the night before.
things become rougher, and you're both panting into each other's mouths now, chasing after one another. you don’t even notice the way ellie is pushing you onto your back until you feel the way she slots her knee between your thighs to keep them open.
you place your hands on her shoulders, and the warmth of her tongue trying to enter your mouth makes you feel hot all over, combined with the growing ache in your stomach and it’s all too much. you don’t even mean to, but you pull away breathlessly, and ellie eyes stay on your plump lips, smirking at the thread of drool that trailed when you two parted.
“did—do you—do you remember now?” you scramble out, and ellie merely smiles. her hands are now on either side of your head, and she can't help but love the sight of you below her. your chest was heaving up and down, your lips were puffy and shiny from spit, and there were those gorgeous pink eyes again, glossy and heavy; threatening to close on her.
“mm, not really. can we try again?” she whispers, and you don’t even have a chance to respond before her lips are back on yours.
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