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bloatedandalone04 · 8 months ago

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In The Way I Need You | Part 10

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➪in which you start your first shift at jess’ after leaving clay’s house in tears, and a confrontation at work leaves you feeling a lot worse than before.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Clay watched you flee his house with tears in your eyes, and he couldn’t even question you on it before you were gone, your body covered back up by your dress from last night instead of his shirt.

He had no idea what happened in the three minutes he left you alone for, but apparently it was a lot. Only a few seconds passed by the time he made it to the front door to go after you, but when he looked outside, you were long gone.

You said you weren’t feeling well and that you needed air, but he was still confused as to why you didn’t let him take care of you. If you weren’t feeling up for that second date, then he would’ve happily let you lay in his bed all day until you felt better, but you fled before he could even offer that to you.

What happened?

His brows furrowed as he closed the door loudly and made his way back up to his room, planning on calling you, or at least texting you, as soon as he located his phone.

But as soon as he entered his room, that plan slipped his mind as his gaze narrowed onto the framed picture that was placed on his still unmade bed. Clay felt his heart drop as he neared the photo, a sick feeling creeping up his throat as he realized who it was of.

Clay picked up the picture of him and Sam that was taken on their wedding day, and he couldn’t even recognize the version of himself in the photo. It felt like so long ago, and he knew he was a very different person now.

The guy in the picture was a lovesick fool who missed every single warning sign and red flag Sam gave out. His twenty two year old self felt like a stranger now since he had been forced to grow up so quickly after Joey was born and Sam left him.

He wanted to laugh, because the second things had gotten good with you, Sam fucked it up for him without actually being there.

Where did you even find this picture? He couldn’t remember where he had put it after tearing his room apart of anything that reminded him of her, so what were the odds that you had found it?

Clay looked around and noticed one of the drawers in his dresser was open a bit, and when he pulled it open and saw an unfolded blue shirt thrown in there, he knew that was where you discovered it.

This was the drawer Clay barely went into as it was full of all his old tees he used to wear when he was in his late teens and early twenties. They were his vintage and graphic shirts, and the ones he didn’t wear often, so he truly didn’t remember putting the picture in there since he hadn’t opened the drawer in quite a while.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he picked up the shirt and and looked down at the photo. No wonder you suddenly didn’t feel good, Clay was beginning to feel sick, too, as he stared down at the smiles on his and Sam’s faces.

Young, dumb and naive Clay. How stupid can you be?

With a groan, he tossed the shirt onto his bed before turning the frame over and practically ripping the back of it off. He pulled the photo from the glass and tossed the frame aside, too, and without a second thought, he ripped it into countless pieces.

He knew he wouldn’t have been able to do that before he met you, but now that he’d had a glimpse of what life looks like with you, he never wanted to go back. He hadn’t even thought about Sam at all since he left her that final voicemail, and he hated the fact that you must think that he still loves her.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The only part of her that he loves is the one he shares with her. The one that brought you and him together. His son; someone who he doesn’t even consider hers anymore.

Joey isn’t Sam’s. He never was. She brought him into the world, and then she abandoned him. No mother does that to their child.

As far as Clay was concerned, Joey was all his.

He throws the pieces of the picture into the garbage bin beside the dresser before looking around for his phone. He finds it on his nightstand next to his alarm clock with your sticky note on it, and his heart ached even more.

Without wasting a second, he picks his phone up and calls you. He sits down on his messy bed and tugs at his equally messy hair as it rings and rings, and he knows you probably won’t answer him for at least a few hours.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he started when he was met with your voicemail, and he would’ve laughed at the fact that he is leaving someone else another pointless voicemail, but you weren’t just someone, and nothing was pointless when it came to you. “I didn’t realize I still had pictures with her around, and I hate that you found that. I swear, I would’ve never told you to grab some of my clothes if I remembered that it was in there. It wouldn’t even be in there anymore.”

He felt stupid calling you like this, but he needed you to know as soon as possible that he was over Sam and that she was no longer in the picture.

“Sam doesn’t mean anything to me. All she is…she’s just the person who helped bring my son into the world. That’s it,” he was rambling now and felt his chest tighten. It hurt a bit, and it felt like he was straining his heart, so he knew he needed to end the call and calm himself down. “I’m sorry. Please, call me back.”

He hung up after that and tossed his phone onto the bed before sitting down and running his hands through his hair.

How did he always manage to fuck things up? It was going great, you trusted him enough to let him pick you up after a night out, and your second date was a mere few minutes away from happening when you left in tears. Ones that he caused, more or less.

You were embarrassed as you turned off your phone, declining Clay’s second call to you since you left his house crying.

Sam was stunning, and now that you knew what she looked like, you could see the similarities her and Joey share.

You felt like an idiot and you were humiliated and feeling so insecure right now. A million doubts ran through your head and left it hurting, and your unrelenting tears definitely didn’t help.

Once you were home, you completely shut yourself off from everything and tried to focus on preparing for your first shift at Jess’ cafe. You wanted to check your phone and even wanted to see what Clay had said in his texts, but you also needed some time away from all that.

So you didn’t turn your phone on for the rest of the night, and by the time you entered Jess’ the next day, you still hadn’t powered it on. You didn’t have much time to use your phone as Jess would be starting your training any minute now, but you still didn’t want to completely cut Clay off. You decided that much after a whole day had passed.

You turn your phone on and click on his contact, but before you could read one of the four texts he sent you, Jess calls your name, and you have to put your phone away and begin training.

Around an hour passes before Jess allows you to continue your shift without her hovering over your shoulder. You had just taken your first order when your new coworker moved to get started on it. “Oh, you don’t have to do it for me,” you wave him off. “How am I supposed to learn if I don’t actually make the drinks?”

He just shakes his head with a grin, “The guy you took the order from is a regular,” he says. “Trust me; it’s best if I make his drink. If you mess it up even a little bit, he’ll ruin your whole day.”

“Okay,” you laugh and decide to let him take this one as you begin to wipe away the messy counter. “Good looking out.”

He smiled over at you as he made the drink and gave it to the guy you took the order from, his glare turning into a content smile as he sipped on it. “See? Told you,” he mumbled and you just shook your head, setting the cloth aside and beginning to change the coffee filters. “I’m Miles, by the way.”

You look over and see that he held his hand out to you. “Y/n,” you say and shake his hand. “I’m new, clearly.”

“I can see that,” he nodded and braced his elbows against the counter. “You new to the city, too?”

“Um, kind of,” you answer and wipe your hands on your brown apron. “I’ve been here for about a month now. Still getting used to all of it.”

Miles nods in understanding, giving you a boyish smile afterwards. He was cute, but not nearly cute enough to get your mind off Clay. Miles looked to be around your age, or maybe a bit older, and he had dark brown hair that covered his forehead, and from what you could tell, his eyes were a deep green. “Yeah, the city isn’t for everyone,”

You furrow your brows then laugh. “Oh, no, I’m not…I love it here so far,” you further explain. “It is a lot to take in, though.”

“Ah,” he nodded again and gestured to the customer on his side of the counter, politely pausing your conversation as he began taking the girl’s order.

You smile at him and turn to your side, and your breath gets caught in your throat when you meet Clay’s pretty blue eyes as he enters the shop. He briefly smiles but it falters as he nears the counter, guilt swimming in his gaze as he places his hands against the marble. “Hi,”

“Hi,” you whisper back and try to distract yourself by cleaning a nearby mug. An awkward silence fell over the two of you, and you hated every second of it. It was never awkward with Clay, and the sudden change had your face heating up as you avoided eye contact with him. “Um, do you want a coffee? Or a pastry?”

Clay sucked in a breath and shook his head. “No, I just,” he trailed off and you hesitantly met his eyes again. “I wanted to see you. Wish you luck, you know, on your first shift.”

He was dressed in what you think is his work attire - though it looked just as formal as his usual clothing - and your heart swelled a bit at the fact that he stopped by before work so he could talk to you, even though it was a bit out of the way from what you knew about where his job location is.

“Oh,” you say quietly and want nothing more than to throw your arms around him and kiss him right then and there. He was so sweet, you hated how tense things were between you right now. “That’s…nice, Clay. Thank you.”

Clay smiled at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You wondered if he felt as miserable as you did, then you remembered you hadn’t actually read his texts, so you really had no idea on how he was feeling right now. “Yeah,” he murmured and his eyes held so much longing, you felt your own burn a bit. It looked like he wanted to ask you something, but he didn’t and instead said, “I don’t know if you read my messages or listened to my voicemail, but…I’m sorry about yesterday. If I had known…”

You tear your eyes away from his and bite down on your lip. “Yeah, I um…haven’t gotten around to checking my phone,” you confess and grip onto the edge of the counter as you feel your face begin to heat up. Glancing to your right, you can see Miles eyeing the two of you with a poorly hidden look of judgment on his face, and you could only hope he didn’t bring this up later.

Clay stayed silent and nodded. “Oh,” he said quietly and it somehow made you feel even worse. “That’s okay. Just, whenever you get the chance…I miss you.”

You bite down harder until you were sure you were about to make your lip bleed before looking up at him. You wanted to say it back, but you were still hurt and a bit stubborn and your emotions were a mess right now. “Do you need me to watch Joey later?”

His face falls a bit and he steps away from the counter. “Yeah, if you’re able to. If not I can call my-”

“No, I can,” you say quickly and give him a tight smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

Clay swallows hard and nods, giving you a so clearly forced smile and making your heart ache even more. “See you later,” he rasped and turned around, leaving the shop without another glance at you.

As soon as he was gone, you blew out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned your back to the rest of the shop as you pulled out your phone. It was nearly dead as you didn’t bother plugging it in last night, and you were seriously regretting that now as you finally allowed yourself to read Clay’s messages.

8:09 AM

Clay Beresford: I’m so sorry you found that, I swear I didn’t know I still had pictures of her and I around.

8:43 AM

Clay Beresford: Sam is not in our lives anymore, I promise. I care about you so much, and so does Joey. Please call me back.

1:19 PM

Clay Beresford: I understand that you need time, and I’ll give you as much as you need. Just know that she means nothing to me anymore, and she hasn’t for a long time now.

9:21 PM

Clay Beresford: Joey missed you today, we both did. I know you have your first shift as Jess’ tomorrow, but are you still able to pick him up from school after? I’m sorry again, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you.

He’d been trying to apologize and explain ever since you left.

You felt your eyes sting again, and you brought your phone up to your ear after clicking on the voicemail. “Everything okay?” Miles asks as he hands a freshly made drink to a girl. His voice sounded a bit humorous, and you furrowed your brows at it but couldn’t call him out on it before Clay’s frantic voice met your ear.

Your lip was hurting now as you had gone back to biting it while you listened to his voicemail, and by the time it was over, you were sure you could taste a hint of metal on your tongue. “Fuck,” you whispered as you typed out a text to him with shaky fingers.

Miles coughed loudly next to you, and you lifted your gaze and glared at him. “I take it you and that rich guy are close?” He laughed and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. “Or maybe you were but not anymore. He looked like a kicked puppy walking out of here, poor guy. But he’s not poor, right? He looks like he probably owns his own business or something.”

“Shut up,” you say before you could think it through. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to quickly apologize, but Miles just scoffs.

“Oh, come on. A guy like that has no business coming into a place like this. I bet he could buy this whole street if he wanted to, then he’d own us,” Miles continued and you forget your task of texting Clay back in order to defend him from your coworkers petty assumptions.

“And what if he could? What if he did? What would you do about it, Miles?” You ask with annoyance lacing your tone. You weren’t sure why he felt the need to assume all this stuff about Clay when he had no idea what he was actually like.

“I’d quit,” Miles answered with a shrug. “I don’t need some rich prick holding anything above my head.”

You drop your phone onto the counter loudly and move towards him. “Shut the hell up,”

Miles laughs again and it only irritates you further. “Make me,” he muttered. “Christ, Y/n, you don’t believe guys like that actually care about people like us, do you?”

“People like us?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Poor people. We don’t need the rich pitying us when they have it all at their-”

“Shut up,” you nearly yell and then realize you were literally in the middle of your first shift and getting into a heated argument with your new coworker you only shared one brief conversation with before this. The patrons looked over at you with wide eyes and quiet laughs, and you felt embarrassed for the second time this week.

You couldn’t say anything else, and neither could Miles, as Jess came in from the back room and glared at the two of you. “What is going on?”

Miles just raised his hands and turned back to another customer. “You hired a spaz, Jess,”

You opened your mouth to give him a witty remark, but Jess reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” she said and pulled you with her into the storage room. “What’s going on? You were doing great when I left you, and now I find you yelling at my best worker?”

You let out a surprised laugh, “He’s your best?” Jess raises a brow at you and you sigh before looking down at the floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, slightly frustrated as she crossed her arms. “Just tell me what happened. Why were you and Miles arguing?”

You huff and meet her gaze. “You know that boyfriend I told you about at that bar? Well, him and I got into a fight or…something, and he came into the shop today and apologized and I stupidly pushed him away and I guess Miles decided he should assume all these things about him and I couldn’t just stand there and take it,” you explained as plainly as you could, not wanting your boss to completely know what’s been going on in your personal life. “I know it’s a dumb reason, but I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry, Jess, I promise I’m not like that all the time. I just got mad.”

Jess pursed her lips and nodded, her hard gaze dropping a bit. “So I missed seeing just how cute your boyfriend supposedly is?” She teased, lightening the mood and making you huff out a quiet laugh.

“He’s very cute,” you repeated your words from a couple nights ago, and you were reminded of the way Clay came out and picked you up before taking you back to his house and taking care of you. “Things are messy right now, and I’m sorry I allowed it to be brought into my work life. What happened with Miles won’t happen again.”

You shifted the conversation back to a more serious one, and you could tell Jess appreciated it by the way she smiled and nodded at you. “You better not,” she said sternly. “Because I like you, Y/n, and I want you to have a real chance here. Okay?”

Nodding quickly, straighten yourself out. “Okay,”

“Good, now get back out there,”

A few hours later, you successfully made it through your first shift and were currently listening to Joey ramble on about what he did at school in the backseat of Rick’s car.

You were nearly back to Clay’s place when Joey shifted and tugged at his backpack from its place on the floor. You reach over and help him, and once he grabs a piece of paper from it, you let it gently drop back down as Joey leans against the seat again. “I made this today,” he said and held the paper out to you.

Taking it from him, you’re once again almost in tears as you look at the drawing. Joey was getting better at drawing and coloring with each passing day, and his attention to detail at his young age was extremely impressive. This drawing was of you, Clay and Joey, with you being in the middle this time and the Beresford boys on either side of you. “Wow,” you say quietly, meeting Rick’s gaze in the rear view mirror. “You’re quite the little artist, huh, babe?”

Rick gave you a knowing look as Joey said, “Daddy and I like it when you’re at our house. You make things better,”

And then you were on the verge of tears for the second time today.

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cultofdixon · 7 months ago

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Plagued by the horrors of the past

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • All Daryl wants to do is make sure his pregnant partner remains safe, even from the nightmares • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Nightmares / Minor Injuries

Requested by: Anon

Eeny…WACK

Meeny…WACK

Miny…WACK

Negan stopped right in front of Y/N gripping the handle of Lucille with both hands.

“Moe” and right before the bat met her skull

Y/N opened her eyes feeling the tightness in her chest grow worse but she relaxed slightly when feeling her husband secure his arm around her middle just above her bump. She gently tapped his arm indicating for him to let go so she could get up and pee. At least that’s what Daryl thinks.

But all she did was sit on the edge of the bathtub holding her belly and thinking about her nightmare.

It’s been happening since she found out she was pregnant. Along with a million other things that made her feel guilty since the end of the Savior’s war.

How could you?

How could you be happy and pregnant with a loving husband when your best friend lost hers?

He will never get to see his son grow up.

Never get to hold his loving wife at night and whisper sweet nothings to her.

Same with Abe and Sasha.

They never got the life they wanted to share with each other.

But you did.

Isn’t that selfish?

“Sunshine…”

His voice startled her slightly as she lifted her head showing the exhaustion written all over her face.

“Are you feeling alright?” Daryl knelt on the cold tile positioning himself in front of her and resting his hand on her belly which brought out a more concerned look. “She giving you trouble?”

“No she’s perfect…and I’m just. Tired” Y/N sighs running her hand through her hair as she watches Daryl bring himself back to a standing position, extending his hands to her.

“I don’t think being in here will help much with that” Daryl knew about the nightmares. He tries to help in any way without addressing it because Y/N would deny that she’s not ok. Constantly telling him she’s fine.

He knows she’s not.

Y/N did manage to get at least three hours in before she received a hard kick in the ribs which woke her that time. Besides it was the now morning instead of late in the night when she woke so time to do things around the place. Even if Daryl tells her not to do a lot of things. But to his surprise…

“I think you should take it—-“

“I’m gonna lay in bed for a bit longer…don’t let me hold you back from your day, Dar” Y/N didn’t see the worry in his face when she said such, even if it’s what he wanted. For her to take it easy.

Daryl readjusted himself to lean against the headboard noticing Y/N inch closer when he did such. He brought his arm around her shoulders leading her to lay on him and while she was hesitant at first, she didn’t care for much long and brought herself to lay on him.

“You won’t be late for anything?”

“Don’t got stuff til the afternoon.” Daryl gave her a soft smile that she didn’t see. But it was obvious to why. Y/N fell back asleep in his embrace, snuggling closer when she felt his lips press a soft kiss to her hairline. He did have stuff in the morning. But didn’t care.

When it came to actually help around the community, Daryl kept his attention on Y/N whenever he saw her while he helped Aaron fix the gate mechanism. Aaron would glance over every time Daryl did and that would spark a few things.

“How far along?”

“What?”

“Y/N. When are you going to experience the joys of a baby like I’ve been experiencing?

“Didn’t you say Gracie projectile vomit on your shirt this morning?”

“Yeah…but there are other things” Aaron laughs handing Daryl the new wheel. “You can see the exhaustion on Y/N’s face so she must be far”

“Six months, and it ain’t cuz she’s carrying” Daryl knelt to the floor with what he needed to replace the gate wheel. “She hasn’t been sleeping”

“No? Think she’d need a sedative? I bet you Siddiq can find something that will be fine for her and the baby” Aaron tried to find a solution as Daryl kept his focus on finishing the task at hand so he could keep an eye on her.

But she was simply reading another baby book that Carol found for Daryl originally while sat on the porch. Which also meant Y/N put herself in a position for anybody to approach her.

“Do you think he looks like Glenn?”

Y/N shot her head up from her book with a confused look being met with an equally confused one from Rick. “What?”

“I asked how are you feeling”

“Oh, I’m just…tired.” She breathed out a laugh, setting her book down for a moment.

“I bet. Lori used to fall asleep anywhere when she was pregnant with Carl, then well. With Judith she kept having to move around remember?” Rick invited himself to sit with Y/N which made her tense slightly but he didn’t read that. “I would appreciate the shit we have now. You’re safe to have your baby. Have a doctor. Can rest when you want. The whole package…”

“Are you…trying to make me feel bad?” Y/N questioned watching Rick instantly turn his head at her.

“No why would you say that?”

“Because I know what we have now compared to when times were extremely difficult…are you…” Y/N didn’t know where she was going with her words and decided to forget it. She grabbed her book along with the mug she brought out earlier and made her way inside. “I’m sorry” she whispered before shutting the door behind her.

Rick sat there for a moment, feeling more confused than anything. But there was a hint of regret for his words. He struck something and she wasn’t going to tell him. Especially not him. As he left the porch to take care of something, Daryl noticed from his spot and wanted to leave his task to check on his wife because at one point she was outside, then Rick appeared, now she’s nowhere in sight.

“Go”

“Huh?”

“Go check on her. I know you want to” Aaron has been around Daryl long enough to understand his body language.

“I owe yea, Aaron” Daryl tells him while setting his tools back in their box along with his gloves before leaving.

The sound of the door opening snapped Y/N out of her thoughts as she lifted her head from resting against the couch watching Daryl look for her and instantly lock onto her in the living room.

“Are you okay?” Daryl brought himself to sit with her watching her nod with a small smile. “Are you sure?”

Y/N didn’t know what to say as all she did was shake her head before bringing herself into his lap keeping mind of her bump. Daryl instantly wrapped his arms around her after helping her get comfortable.

“Can you stay home the rest of the day?” She whispers feeling his hand sprawl itself on her bump as she rest her hand on top of his.

“Of course, sunshine” He felt her relax when he said such.

The rest of their day consisted of staying on the couch, making dinner together, running a bath for Y/N, working on Daryl’s bike while she relaxed in the bath, and then helping her with her night routine before going to bed together like every night.

“What do you have to do tomorrow?” Y/N asked as she adjusted her pillows for her to sit up while Daryl rubbed her feet using a lotion gifted from Carol.

“Mmm. Just a watch shift I think, and to check the snares. I shouldn’t be out long”

“…can I join you?”

His immediate answer would be no and the look in his eyes gave that away. But Daryl seemed to go against what his mind was telling him.

“As long as yea take it easy” Daryl says calmly while working on a knot in her sole. “You can even bring your hunting rifle and we’ll check out the closest hunting grounds”

“Babe…are you messing with me?” Y/N pulled her foot away watching Daryl bring himself to lay beside her propped up.

“When was the last time I messed with yea?”

“I dunno…”

“Then I ain’t messing with yea. As long as yea take it easy, and follow my lead. We can do this. Okay?” He gave her a smile as she nods before shifting to lay down watching him do the same after he turned off the lamp.

Listen carefully…I will always have a chokehold on your life. That when you least expect it

Daryl and your baby are as good as dead

Y/N jolted awake instantly reaching for her belly making sure everything was alright as for her movement she woke her partner.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing. It’s…” Y/N felt the baby kick and only started to sob afterward. Daryl fully brought himself to wrap around her bringing her close to him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay” Daryl held her close in hopes the sobbing would stop. But she cried for an hour and he did his best to calm her even if after the sobbing resulted in both staying up the remainder of the night.

When the next day came around, Michonne took it upon herself to check on the Dixons given Daryl didn’t relieve her of her watch and an Alexandrian had to take it. She knocked a few times and waited an appropriate amount of time before letting herself in finding Daryl blankly staring at a French press he found to make coffee for him and tea for his partner. But when Michonne drew close, he snapped out of his daze and realized he didn’t even get it ready with either caffeinated beverage.

“Long night?”

Daryl quickly turned to her realizing he forgot and cursed under his breath. “Sorry. I was supposed to take watch after yea”

“It’s okay, someone took care of it” Michonne gestured for him to sit as she took care of getting the coffee and tea ready for them. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Nesting. She didn’t want me to help until I’ve made tea for her but I honestly think she said that so I wouldn’t talk about last night”

“What happened last night?”

“A night terror? Nightmare. Whichever. She had a bad reaction and couldn’t sleep. So I didn’t sleep” Daryl frowns watching a cup of coffee come into view giving his thanks.

“Yknow. Rick won’t admit it. Nor would he tell you what he thinks he did.” Michonne poured herself a cup given her early morning shift. “He gets nightmares about Carl and his…failure in saving him. He gets a few about the line up and he cries in his sleep.”

Daryl took in a sharp inhale before sipping his coffee. He knew what could be plaguing his wife’s mind during these moments, but never thought she would be too afraid to tell him about them.

“What did Rick do?”

“He thinks he made Y/N feel guilty for the luxuries we have that clearly…those we’ve lost will never have.”

“Well. He’d have to pay for that” Daryl jokes, for the most part. “But her nightmares started since before she was pregnant. They weren’t as bad…guess her emotions are all over the place because of the pregnancy”

“It does that” Michonne laughs lightly as the lightheartedness only lasted a few seconds when they both heard a crash upstairs. Resulting in both of them quickly running to the commotion.

Y/N tried to move the crib and given its weight, she misstepped accidentally cutting herself on a sharp corner which Daryl took note to sand down later.

Now in the infirmary, Siddiq had checked the baby before taking the time to stitch up her arm so it would less likely scar. Not that she minded scars but after being told neither of them have slept and have been having a hard time, he wanted to bring some relief in it all.

“Do I need to be forced on bed rest?”

“No? You only cut yourself and your blood pressure went down after the crisis was averted. I’d take it easy but you don’t have to be confined to a bed” Siddiq finished with the wrap and handed Daryl extra bandages for the future redressing.

“She’s uh. She’s been having��-“

“Nightmares…” Y/N frowns. “Do you think you have sleep medication?”

“I do…but I don’t think you’ll need it” Siddiq taped the bandage to be secure, giving the rest of the roll to Daryl. “I think you’ll do better with a change in scenery”

“And what do you suggest?”

It took about two weeks to plan this out and Carol was more than happy to welcome her two closest friends, her family, into the Kingdom to stay for a while. Even if it meant living in a studio like apartment, not that Y/N cared. She was just happy to be with Carol and Ezekiel…while outside the radius of Negan’s presence.

“I’m surprised Daryl let you drive here”

“It’s just so he could have his bike” Y/N laughs softly.

“His first love if you will” Carol jokes receiving a hearty laugh from Y/N as she took her hands into hers admiring her and the bump for a moment. “He really is getting the life he’s always deserved”

“He sure is”

“Cmon, let me help you get settled. Let him scout around the place” Carol smiles wrapping her arm around Y/N leading her to the living quarters.

After a while Daryl found himself sat on the edge of the bed in sweats waiting for his wife to finish getting ready. He brought his attention from the floor toward the sound of the bathroom door opening and Y/N making her way toward him.

“You don’t like it here”

“What do you mean?”

“New place. For however long…you know we’ll go back right?”

“What if you don’t want to?”

“Alexandria is my home, Daryl. Where we found security, where we got married…and I want to raise our baby there. I just…needed a break, from being constantly reminded that Negan is still alive and what he took from us”

“Rick was a moron for keeping him alive” Daryl frowns as Y/N sat beside him taking his hand resting it on her bump letting their little one kick against the touch making his frown fade. “All I want to do is take care of you. The both of you”

“And you are. We will go home”

“Once you’re comfortable. Okay? I’ll help around the Kingdom and Carol will definitely hover around yea if I’m not”

“That’s okay” She laughs resting her head on his shoulder. “You better take it easy too. Negan took a lot from the both of us”

“I will”

The night progressed as Daryl found himself wrapped around Y/N, hand on her bump as her hand rested on top of his. Her finally asleep without stirring to anything but his small movements and even then, she went back to sleep immediately.

Honestly they’ve stayed in bed for a few days…enjoying the quiet and peacefulness

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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buckysgrace · 11 months ago

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first of all i wanted to say ur fics r absolutely amazing!!🥹🥹❤️second i wanted to request a one shot with shy virgin reader and experienced gator & so one day gator comes over to babysit reader & her little siblings bcuz their parents r good friends and gator finds out abt reader and becomes obsessed with corrupting her innocence w smut ,, tysm❤️❤️btw gator is older than her by a few yrs but she’s def older than 18,,,she’s 19 abt to turn 20

First of all thank you so much! I really appreciate that! And your request was so juicy ughhh in love. I hope you enjoy!! CW: Age gap (reader is 19, gator is 27), inexperienced reader, fem receiving oral sex, virginity loss, unprotective sex

“Why the hell do you need a babysitter?” Gator questioned, following you into the kitchen as you began to ruffle through the fridge for snacks for the boys. You knew that your four younger brothers would just protest and complain about the vegetables, but you were only doing what you were told. Your mother had been insistent that they eat something healthy before you ordered pizza.

“I don’t,” You responded shyly, feeling like your body was buzzing from warmth, “The boys are just- they don’t listen to me very well.” You admitted truthfully. You usually hated when your parents went out. Majority of the time the house would be in a disaster when they returned and you were usually a frazzled puddle of nerves from not being able to keep up with the energy of all of them.

You didn’t know how they managed to do it, but they’d somehow convinced the Tillman’s eldest and only son to stay and help you until they returned. You were almost certain that this was worse than watching them alone. You’d suddenly lost your voice, your ability to think as soon as he’d entered the house.

Your parents were friends, close enough that you had at least one dinner with them a month but distant enough that you had no idea how to speak to Gator. It didn’t help that he was older, cooler with a charm that left you flustered like you were ten again. Most of your middle school years had persisted of secretly crushing on him.

You faltered as you began to spread peanut butter on the celery sticks, hoping that your mother hadn’t brought that up. You glanced up at him quickly, but quickly calmed your nervous heart as you noticed an almost bored expression on his features.

“Huh,” Gator leaned against the counter as he watched you, his fingertips linking together, “S’funny because I was told I needed to remind you about shutting off the stove, or something like that.” You felt your eyes widen, your lips parting as you quickly thought of a way to defend your previous mistake.

“That happened once.” You spit out instead, shaking your head as you stacked the celery sticks on a plate. You felt flustered as you thought of the memory. It had been one accident after the other with the boys, leaving the cookies that had been in the oven long forgotten.

“Are you not in college?” He asked curiously, setting himself on one of the stools as he glanced at the way your brothers had dumped out another box of toys. You did your best not to grumble in frustration, knowing that you would more than likely end up cleaning that mess too.

“I am,” You replied gently, “I go to the community college. It’s not too far. I like helping out my parents so it works.” You explained gently, knowing that there wouldn’t have been a way for you to afford anything fancy or out of state anyways. He nodded, looking a little interested as he brought a piece of celery up to his mouth.

“That’s sweet of you,” He replied as he continued to munch on a celery stick, “You’ve grown up a lot.” He mused, his eyes suddenly a whole lot more intense as you turned away shyly. You felt your lips curling into a gentle smile, trying to find the means to question him before your younger brothers were suddenly bustling into the kitchen.

“But I like green!” One of your youngest brothers whined, pouting out his bottom lip as he stared up at you in heartbreak. You sighed as he clutched at your skirt, yanking on it to keep your attention on him.

“Well switch with whomever has the green cup.” You tried to reason, giving him a brief smile as the volume in the kitchen continued to grow louder and louder. By the time you were finished speaking, you weren’t even sure that he heard you. You watched the way they roughly grabbed the snacks, sighing as peanut butter spread across their little fingers.

“But I want green.” Your other brother protested, clutching the cup to his chest like it was something special. You sighed, wishing your parents would invest on buying the same colored cups as you began to pass out napkins to your messy brothers.

“Hey,” Gator spoke up, drawing the four younger boys attention to him, “The same thing is in the cup, it doesn’t matter what color it is. You should tell your sister thanks.” He reminded them, raising his eyebrows swiftly as he spoke. You bit back a giggle, grinning at the way your little brothers turned towards you wide eyed.

“Thanks!” They shouted in unison before they were off again. You shot Gator a thankful smile, finally finding your own courage to meet his eyes. You liked the shape of them, how warm and soft they looked as he breezily returned a smile.

The pizza didn’t take much longer to arrive and the rush of tiny feet towards you nearly made you drop the boxes onto the floor. Gator was there a second later, grinning as he took them from your hands and held them high over his head where your brothers couldn’t reach.

You watched the way he set up their plates, his eyes darting as he tried to keep up with who was talking as they told him exactly what they liked and didn’t like. You stifled your own giggle, hoping that someone else realized what a handful they were.

“You can sit here.” He said casually, his lips curling into a playful grin as he watched the way you were searching for a spot to join them in the living room. You were about to protest, not wanting him to sit on the floor until you realized that he was talking about his lap.

You exhaled, your breath feeling cold against your tongue despite your body warming at his suggestion. You glanced away quickly, stifling another nervous giggle as you nodded your head in agreement. It was silly. He was just being nice, letting you sit somewhere rather than the floor that was littered with legos.

“Your birthday is soon, right?” He questioned softly, his breath hot against your exposed neck. You nodded your head shyly, suddenly feeling too awkward to eat as you gaze down at your lap instead of at him.

“I’ll be twenty,” You responded as you pressed your fingertips together, glancing at the way the pink polish was beginning to chip, “I’m excited.” You told him truthfully, liking that you at least got one day out of the year where it could be about you.

“Your boyfriend doing anything special for you?” His question caught you off guard, making your head snap up to meet his inquiring gaze. You stalled, eyes tracing across his moles and the soft hair above his top lip. You looked at his lips next, liking how pink they were.

“No,” You giggled softly, unable to fight the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him bashfully, hoping that he didn’t think of you as a complete loser. You just had a hard time talking to guys your age. Or any guy really.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He teased as his fingers slid across your exposed knee, “How come?” You glanced over to your left, ensuring that your brothers were too busy playing to focus on where Gator’s hand was resting.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders softly, breath hitching as his calloused hand moved further up your bare skin, “I guess no one has been interested in me.” You continued to speak, feeling like you were in some sort of trance. It was hard to look away from his eyes.

“You’ve never been with anyone?” He spoke a little lower, his voice slightly husky as your eyes dropped back down to his lips. You felt infatuated, unable to tear your gaze away as you watched the way his words rolled off of his tongue.

“No,” You replied shyly, not sure how to handle the way his fingers were pressing into your skin, “I’m pretty boring.” You admitted a second later, but wondered if you should’ve switched that out with sheltered instead.

“It’s sweet,” He responded as he drew his finger underneath the hem of your skirt, “It means you’re pure.” He mumbled softly, his eyes peeled to your face to gaze at your reaction. You parted your lips, your body feeling nearly too warm as you simmered on his comment. You shifted on his lap, hoping he couldn’t feel the way you were trying to press your thighs together.

“Oh,” You said as you looked away timidly, “I guess that’s right.” You replied gently, wondering if that made you more appealing to him. You tried to remind yourself that you were grown, that you definitely no longer had a crush on him. It was hard to follow through with those thoughts. You wondered if he knew how pretty he was.

He kept you on his lap the rest of the night, talking softly about his work and who he thought would make it into the superbowl this year. You didn’t know much about sports, but you clung to every word as his hand warmed your skin. It was nearly too hot, like the sketch of his palm would burn through your flesh.

“It’s bedtime,” You reminded the boys once you finally found the courage to pull yourself away from Gator. You shuffled the leftover pizza into ziploc baggies, sure that at least one of them would get up in the middle of the night to snack on it, “Go brush your teeth.” You reminded them a second later, giving your best stern look to tell them that you meant business.

The room erupted into a series of groans and complaints, but they slowly rose to do what you asked. They threw away their trash, tossed their cups into the sink before they began to race each other to see who could make it to the top of the stairs first.

“Hey,” Gator’s loud voice rang into the air, pausing the movements of your younger brothers, “Are you forgetting something?” He asked as he tapped some of his fingers against the back of the couch. You felt like you were stuck again, staring at the way his long fingers moved.

“We’ll get it later-,” One of them spoke up, trying to brush away the mess that you would inevitably end up cleaning later.

“No,” Gator replied again, “You can clean it up first and then you can go get ready for bed.” He stated, sterner than you would’ve ever been able to handle. You watched, almost in amazement at the way they listened to him without complaint.

You gave them fifteen minutes before you went into their rooms, ensuring that each boy was tucked in and actually trying to sleep. You liked having Gator’s presence lingering behind you as it seemed to actually make the boys listen to you.

“Um,” You breathed out softly as you met him in the hallway again. The lights were dim, but you were still able to make out the slight curl of his lips as he tilted his head to watch you, “Do you want to see my room?” You asked him softly, not quite wanting him to leave yet. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or if you’d be able to.

He looked at you curiously, an expression filling his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. It made you falter for just a second, before you were spurred on by the nod of his head. You moved first, slowly walking around him to the end of the hallway.

“Cute,” He complimented as he looked around your room, “I like it.” He replied with a grin plastered on his lips. You shut the door gently behind him, not wanting your light to shine into one of your brother’s rooms and keep them up.

“It’s not too girly?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the posters you had decorating your walls. Still, it was the only place that you could be on your own.

“Very,” He said a second later, grinning as he turned his head to look at you, “But it’s very you.” He replied as he licked his bottom lip. You glanced down to your socks, feeling a little giggly that he thought he knew anything about you.

“Oh,” You replied gently, biting back a smile as you held your fingers together, “Thank you. I really appreciate your help today.” You told him truthfully as you finally found the courage to look at him again. He looked so handsome, you weren’t sure how you were able to look away in the first place.

“So if you don’t have a boyfriend,” Gator drew out slowly, suddenly making you feel small as he approached you, “Who are you wearing that for?” He hummed softly as he pressed his fingers against your elbows, stepping back just far enough that he could draw his eyes up and down the curve of your body.

“What do you mean?” You whispered shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the outfit you were wearing. You didn’t think it was bad. It was a pale camisole and a skirt that ended against your thighs. It kept you cool from the warm heat that your brothers stirred up in the house.

“Kinda short, don’t you think?” He asked you softly, his eyes flickering up towards yours again. You pursed your lips together, jolting a bit at the sensation of his fingertips touching against your soft sides. He drew them down softly, like he was tracing the shape of your body.

“I thought it fit nicely.” You defended yourself lightly, wondering if he could feel the rough way your heart was beating underneath his skin. You leaned a little closer to him, enjoying how one hand dipped further against the hem of your skirt again.

“It does,” He agreed as his hand fully slid underneath your skirt this time, “But it makes me wonder if you dressed up for a reason.” He mumbled, making your eyes widen as he played with the band of your panties.

“No.” You responded softly, feeling like your chest was collapsing in on yourself. He looked upon you, eyes flashing with the same expression as earlier as he slid his fingertip underneath your panties. You could feel your clit throbbing, growing wet from the sensation and excitement. You’d explored on your own before, but nothing ever felt right.

His eyes stayed glued to your features, like he was waiting for you to stop him as he slowly used his free hand to unzip the side of your skirt. You held your breath, feeling frozen on the spot as the material fell to your feet. He looked just as inquisitive before, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

He moved both of his hands to your camisole next, tugging it over your head before he moved onto your bra. You felt like you were in a dream. All of your late night fantasies were coming true. You almost felt like you needed to pinch yourself, just to be sure.

You moved your hands over to your chest, feeling very bashful suddenly. You’d never had anyone see yourself in this manner before, so exposed. You gulped down your own embarrassment, turning your eyes away so you couldn’t see him.

“Don’t be shy,” He grinned as he pressed your hands back down to your sides, “You’re stunning.” He mumbled as he pressed his rough hands against your hips. He squeezed your flesh softly, keeping eye contact with you as he slowly fell to his knees.

You felt faint. You were sure you were going to pass out. His eyes were hazy and warm, now filled with what you thought might be lust. It made your thighs press together, your thoughts stalling as all you could do was focus on his movements instead.

“What are you doing?” You asked him nervously as you pulled your fingers into a nervous fist. Gator’s warm breath tickled against the small amount of skin that was covered.

“Wanna taste ya,” He mumbled as he slid his warm fingers against your thighs, “It’ll feel good. I promise.” He told you truthfully, raspily as he squeezed at your thighs. He pushed you back suddenly, knocking you onto your mattress with a squeal.

He moved just as quick, crawling onto the bed and knocking some of your stuffed animals off in the process. Your lips were pressed into a silent laugh, heart hammering against your ribs as he slowly pulled each of your white socks off of your feet. His lips dragged against your right ankle, peppering soft kisses against your skin before he let both of your legs drop onto the mattress.

You quickly tried to press your thighs back together, feeling fully exposed now. He stopped your movements just as quickly, fully exposing you as he rested against the mattress on his stomach. You couldn’t focus on how silly he looked resting against your fuzzy blankets in his dark clothing, your mind only taking in the dark look in his eyes.

He turned away from you slowly, nuzzling his cool nose against your warm thigh before he pressed his pink lips against your upper thighs. You exhaled harshly, a tingle spreading up your body as your nipples suddenly grew hard.

Your body jolted at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sensitive clit. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body as your head rolled back onto the pillows. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he slowly peppered his lips across your wet folds and clit.

You crooned, holding your hands above your head as Gator took a slow lick of your pussy. He gripped a hold of your thighs, keeping them forced apart as he lapped his tongue against your clit. He rolled his tongue against you languidly, creating more waves of pleasure through your body.

“So sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, his lips dragging against your folds as he spoke. You whimpered, your fingers twitching together at the need to press them through his slicked back hair, “You’ve got a tasty little cunt.” He praised, pulling away this time to look at you. Your eyes turned down in slow motion, looking at the line of drool that connected his lips to your pussy.

“Okay,” You moaned softly, unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that. He laughed slowly, flicking his tongue across his wet lips before he dipped down between your legs again, “Oh.” You whined slowly, back arching as his lips fell to your wet cunt again.

He kissed at your pussy, lapped at your folds and clit in a sloppy manner that left jolts of pleasure racing up and down your body. You wrinkled your fingers through your pillow case, holding onto it like a lifeline as he moved his tongue against your throbbing hole.

He licked languidly at your hole, tracing his tongue across it before he slid his tongue inside of you. Your mouth parted, a loud moan escaping at the sudden intrusion. It felt good, too good. It made your stomach clench and your toes curl as a bright light filled your eyelids.

“Gator,” You whined, unsure of what you were going to say as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your fluttering hole. He moved one hand away, moving between your legs as he dragged his way back up to your sensitive bud, “S’nice. Right there.” You spit out, grinding your hips up as his tongue flicked languidly against your clit again.

He slid a finger inside of you slowly, meeting the same movement as your hips. You cried out at the intrusion, your walls burning at the slow sensation of him curling his finger inside of you. You could feel your thighs beginning to tremble as you licked the drool from the corner of your lips.

He moved his finger inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust while he moved his lips messily against your folds. His nose pressed against your clit, smearing your slick around as he sucked on your soft folds.

“Oh, oh,” You mewled in awe, toes curling as a strong sense of pleasure pressed heavily onto your stomach. You slowly felt the walls breaking down, leaving you squirming as Gator held you down tightly with his free hand, “God, oh God!” You cried out, fists clenched tightly into your pillows as you came roughly.

Gator groaned, his tongue flicked across your pussy rapidly as he tried to lick away the remnants of your cum. You whined, body vibrating from how sensitive you felt. He pulled away slowly, eyes dark and lips covered with your slick before he slowly crawled up the curve of your body.

He traced his thumb across your lips first, like he was memorizing the shape and curve of them before he moved his slick covered lips against your own. He kissed you slowly, gently as your heart continued to beat against your chest.

He tasted as sweet as the flavored vapes he smoked. You moved your mouth cautiously, trying not to focus on if you were kissing him correctly and instead on the throbbing that was growing between your legs again. Your thighs were still wet, matching the slippery feeling of his lips on yours.

His tongue slowly prodded against your mouth, parting your lips as he brought one hand up to your boob. He cupped your flesh softly, squeezing in his hand before he pinched at your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure race to your clit again.

He twisted you onto your side, taking the opportunity to move you as he pleased as your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. He pushed one of your knees up towards your chest as he straddled himself over your other leg that was stretched out.

“Gator,” You breathed out softly, your chest rising and falling in quick spurts as he dragged his hands along your skin, “S’lot.” You admitted slowly, but didn’t want him to stop either. You watched with interest as he quickly shedded his clothes, barely giving you time to look at him.

You drank in as much as you could, from his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. You stared at his chest hair, noticing how it followed a simple line down to the rest of his body.

“It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, leaning forward to drag his lips against yours slowly. You melted against his touch, your body shivering underneath his touch, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, settling back just a bit as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock.

You sat up a bit, eyes curious as you looked at the way he fit in his hand. A shaky gasp rolled off his tongue as you took in how long, how thick he was. You’d never had something that big inside of you before.

You felt odd speaking it out loud, but you thought his cock was pretty. His tip was a nice pink, precum leaking from his slit as he slowly jerked his hand up and down the length of his cock. Your eyes quickly drifted over his veins, the way his cock curved and the soft amount of hair it rested upon.

“Just relax,” He mumbled, glancing up to you as he dragged his tip between your folds. You nodded your head, your mind feeling fuzzy as you fell back onto the pillows. You took a deep breath, soothing away your nerves as he slowly pressed his tip inside of your fluttering cunt, “S’alright.”

Your eyebrows knitted together at the intrusion, your lungs stalling as you’d never felt so filled before. It wasn’t quite as painful as you imagined it would be. Your walls fluttered around his cock, stretching in a subtle burn as he filled you.

“Oh,” You sighed softly, unsure if it was a gasp of pain or of pleasure, “Burns.” You managed at last, feeling like your lungs weren’t working. A soft groan left his lips as he leaned forward, his forehead fell onto yours as he reached between your legs.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you softly, his lips kissing against the corner of your mouth as his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud. He rolled his thumb softly, pressing down on it gently as a spark of pleasure traveled up your spine, “You’re taking my cock so good, such a good little whore.”

You shivered underneath his touch, from his words as white hot pleasure traveled up your spine and down to your toes. His body felt too hot against your skin, his breathing coming out rugged against your cheek. You tilted your mouth up towards his, capturing your lips together in a sloppy motion.

He rubbed at your sensitive clit, making your body jerk as he filled his cock deep inside of you. You gasped against his lips, his tongue flicking over your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He groaned softly as he pressed down on your clit a little harder, making you cry out and your body jerk.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he pulled his head away from yours, his mouth parted in bliss as he stared at where your bodies were connected. You whimpered a little, your eyes fluttering at the way his cock was throbbing inside of your sore walls, “So pretty. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you again as he pressed his lips against the curve of your cheek.

You focused on the way his lips moved against your hot skin, how he peppered kisses and slowly licked his saliva away with his tongue. You pressed your hand against his sweaty back, keeping him in place as you adjusted around his thick girth.

“Feels good,” You whimpered, your hands mindlessly wandering down his spine on their own as you savored the curve of his cock pressing against the spot that made your eyes roll in the back of your head, “Oh God.” Gator groaned, his fingertips digging deep into your flesh as he pushed your leg further against your chest.

“Jesus,” He groaned as his tongue fell against his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt, “You’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, shifting back just enough that only the head of his cock remained in you. You whimpered, sure that he was going to pull away before he filled you in a rough motion again.

You crooned at the feeling of being filled again so suddenly, your walls sore as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. Your clit was vibrating as loud moans rolled off of your tongue, bouncing off of the walls of your room.

“Right there,” You begged him, your eyes fluttering in awe as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. It made you gasp, your body stalling underneath him as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls, “Oh God, please, please.” You begged him, unsure of what you were asking but knowing that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Are you my whore?” He asked huskily against your ear, flicking his tongue out against your earlobe. You whined at the sensation, your body shivering underneath him as he pressed his sweaty body closer against yours. His flesh melted against your own, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

“Yes,” You cried out, not caring if you were signing your life away. You just didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out of you. You liked the feeling of your bodies connected, of his cock throbbing inside of your wet walls, “I’m your whore.” A whine stalled in your chest, stalling as Gator crashed his lips against yours again. His thrusts were deep and rough, jerking your body roughly across the mattress as he moved.

He kissed you harshly, stealing the air from your lungs as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. You clamped down around him, your pussy squelching at his rough movements. You cried out against his mouth, quickly licking away his drool from his parted mouth.

Your body shook, stomach clenching again as you came around his cock. You mewled, your head falling roughly into your pillows as you clung a hold of his wrist for dear life. You could feel yourself spasming, your ears ringing as you moaned into your pillow.

He groaned, his chin falling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became rougher and faster. He huffed, his movements stalling as he pressed himself deep inside of you. The sound that left his mouth made your stomach curl again, your pussy clench as his spunk painted your walls.

He fell forward, groaning as his hair slowly fell to the side of his face. You breathed in the scent of him, eyes blinking as you wished to get a better look at him. You whimpered as he slowly moved, shifting his pulsing cock inside of you as he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet peck.

You melted, sure that you were slipping into the mattress as he grazed his lips against your own for just a fleeting second. He pulled away then, smiling gently as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. You faltered, wishing you had something to say before he sat up on his knees and slowly pulled his cock from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss, wishing that he’d stay inside of you the rest of the night. Your heart began to beat slowly, nearly defeated as you watched him stand. Your eyes drifted across his back, moving quickly as you drew in the constellations across his back. You wanted to move forward, to use your fingers to count and trace the moles on his skin.

You were quiet as he rummaged for his pants, sure that he was about to leave without another word before he joined you in your bed again. You stifled a sound of surprise, watching as he took a deep inhale from his vape. He offered it to you next, but you quickly shook your head. You weren’t supposed to smoke.

“Can we do this again?” You asked him bashfully, your tongue twisting awkwardly in your mouth at how nervous you felt. He chuckled as he turned towards you, wrapping his lips around his vape once again.

“‘Course,” He breathed out, a cloud of smoke tickling your nose as he spoke, “I gotta teach you all the ropes.” He mumbled, pulling his vape down just enough to kiss away your worries.

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman x reader #Gator Tillman x reader smut #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman x fem!reader #Gator Tillman x fem!reader smut

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raibebe · 1 year ago

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Genre: angst, horror(?), lots of hurt and a little comfort Words: 6.101 Prompt: freshly turned vampire Chenle

Warnings: undefined illness, vampires (duh), graphic descriptions of burns, graphic descriptions of violence, blood and gore, literal murder, semi-graphic(?) descriptions of murder, Chenle is going batshit crazy, he’ll be okay I swear

A/N: Uhm... Hi! A Chenle fic... That's new... I just want to say that he is my baby and I'm sorry for what he's been put through but he's a baby vamp and in my book, they need tragic backstories... In case you have noticed, I may or may not have accidentally created another universe, please excuse me, I just love world- and character-building...

In case you feel like there are any more warnings missing, please tell me! Also as always, huge thanks to @wooahaeproductions who makes sense of my long ass sentences! 🤍 And to @starlitmark for being awesome and supportive! 💕

Chenle was sick. He had been sick for a long time. Ever since he could remember, his mother would make him drink bitter liquids and swallow pills the size of small bird eggs. He was seldom allowed to play outside like his younger siblings. His father always said it was so he would have more time to read and study, so he could be a better king in the future but Chenle was sure it was to keep him from the outside and whatever harm there was. The physicians never told him what was wrong with him when they would whisper amongst themselves and by the time he had grown into his sharp features, he had stopped asking what was wrong when their frowns deepened. He let himself be pricked by needles and his body folded into different positions without a single word of complaint.

“He is very sick,” he had overheard the head physician tell his mother one night when he had snuck out of bed to watch the blood moon from the gardens and not through his tinted windows. “Have you found a cure yet?” “I’m afraid there is none, your Majesty.” A deafening clap had resounded through the empty corridor after that, making the young prince flinch. He knew that sound. His mother had hit the man who was trying to heal her son. “Find one,” the Queen spat, venom dripping from her words, “He is the crown prince. And he will take his throne. He will wear his crown.”

That night had burned itself into Chenle’s young mind. On one hand, he knew that he was doomed to die young. On the other hand he had his mother on his side, who brought in physicians from all over their lands and even beyond to examine and heal her only son.

As a child, he had never understood why the physicians said that he was sick. He never felt sick. But the older he got, the more he could feel the toll the sickness took on his body. When he was twirling his sisters around in the ballroom to the sweet melodies the musicians were playing, he would often get dizzy and call for breaks after only a couple of songs. He had to stop his walks through the elaborate rose garden his mother curated soon after he started because his legs just wouldn’t listen to his commands on the way back. And that autumn, he found himself bedridden, a fever tinting his pale skin pink despite how cold he felt. Chenle was lucid for the first weeks but as the days became shorter and shorter, he would slip in and out of consciousness, often waking up to the pinpricks of pain from another needle. The physicians had started to not only make him drink their increasingly worse concoctions but also inject him with things. He wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing.

One night, beneath the light of the full moon, he woke up from his delirium to the Queen sitting next to him. She was clad in her bedrobes and patting his face with a cool cloth. “My sweet child,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his damp forehead. “I am going to die,” Chenle had answered, his voice hoarse from not speaking for days. “No,” his mother had choked out, tears filling her eyes, “I will not let that happen.” Weakly, he reached for her delicate hands, using all his strength to squeeze her hand. “Let me go.” “I can’t,” the Queen mouthed, holding her son’s bony hand up to her lips as tears streamed down her face, “You’re my everything, Lele. My little star.”

Chenle’s mother had cried that night until the prince had fallen under again, his grip becoming even weaker. Once her tears had dried, she looked at the sunken-in face of her son who used to have the most adorable chubby cheeks when he was just a child. And with that in mind, she made a decision. She called for her personal messenger and swore him to secrecy before she told him to bring in the man she had vowed to only ever send for as her very last resort. The man wasn’t a physician. She wasn’t even sure if he was a man. He was a myth. A miracle healer so to speak. But she was ready to pray for a miracle right about now. Chenle was her everything and she was not going to lose him.

On a rainy night a couple of days later, the Queen was spending each waking hour watching over her son’s fever dreams when a man hidden beneath a thick coat with a big hood was banging at the castle’s doors, claiming that the Queen had sent for him: The miracle healer. The queen rushed down the stairs to personally guide him to her son’s sleeping quarters, telling the man all about her son’s condition but he silenced her with just a wave of his hand at the sight of the Prince. The man - his figure still hidden beneath the thick coat - bent over Chenle, examining the condition he was in and feeling his burning skin. “I can heal him,” he concluded with a deep, raspy voice, “But it comes with a price.” “Anything,” the Queen immediately complied, “You will get anything you need to save my son.” “Oh, the price is for him to pay,” the healer clarified. “Will he be healthy again? So he can play with his siblings and take his rightful place on the throne?” “Yes, my Queen. He will be stronger than he has ever been.” “Heal him,” the Queen ordered, “At any price.” “So shall it be,” he bowed his head, “Can I request for some privacy to perform my craft?” With a heavy heart, the Queen nodded and let the heavy wooden door fall into the lock behind her.

The Queen wasn’t sure how long the man was left alone with her son. She had counted three nearby lightning strikes before the man walked through the door again. “He needs rest,” the man told her, “When the moon kisses the top of the trees for the second time tomorrow night, he will wake up.” “And he will be healed?” “If he’s left alone until then, his body will overcome everything,” he promised and with another bow, he excused himself to walk down the corridor. The Queen’s heart longed to see her son again after he had been left alone in the man’s company for so long but if his healing was disturbed by her presence, she was not willing to risk it.

The next day felt like it was several moons long to the Queen and she found herself walking past her son’s bedroom door over and over again. When the night had fallen, the Queen couldn’t fall asleep next to her snoring husband who had always taken their son’s sickness a lot better than she had. In the end, she got up to go to her sunroom where she was watching the moon make its way along the night sky until it was barely meeting the trees. Jumping out of her seat, she all but ran to her son’s chambers where she briefly collected herself and softly opened the door.

Chenle was lying in bed just as she had left him yesterday, unmoving and pale, but his cheeks weren’t pink with fever anymore and his hair was dry. With a smile on her lips, she rushed over to his side to cup his face, to feel the swell of his cheeks in her palms. When her palm met his skin, the Queen flinched back. Her son’s skin was cold. Colder than she had ever felt him or any of his siblings after they had played outside in the snow. “No, no, no,” she mumbled, frantically peeling back the thick layers of blankets to feel the rest of his body which beneath his light blouse and trousers was just as cold as his face. Throughout the whole disturbance, he didn’t move a muscle and could be moved like a doll. With tears blinding the Queen’s sight, she squeezed her son’s wrist to look for a pulse. But it never came. Her son had died.

With a toe-curling scream, she laid her body over Chenle’s, wetting his blouse with her tears and rattling his unmoving body with her sobs. “Mother?” The first time the Queen heard her son’s voice, she was sure she was hallucinating. She could feel his cold body beneath her. He was no more. “Why are you crying, mother?” It was almost like she could feel his voice resounding in his chest. “I’m feeling all better, you don’t need to cry.” When she felt hands stroking through her hair, she shot upright. And like a miracle, her son was looking right back at her, a smile on his full lips. “I’m feeling better,” he repeated himself, “I’m hungry.” “Lele,” the Queen gasped, cupping his face again. But just like the first time, his skin was as cold as ice. “I’m fine, mother,” he reassured her. With trembling hands, the Queen reached over to the nightstand to lift the candle she had brought in. And to her horror, her son’s beautiful deep brown eyes were no more. Instead, she was looking into the bright red eyes of a predator.

“What’s wrong, mother?” Chenle didn’t understand why his mother’s eyes were so wide and why she wouldn’t answer him. Was he having another fever dream? But he felt better. Better than he had ever felt. Like he could uproot trees. Sitting up, he reached out for his mother who only flinched back. “I’m well. I’m healed.” “Stay away from me,” she pressed out, sliding off of the bed and slowly walking towards the door. “What is happening, mother? I don’t understand. I’m so hungry.” “You are a monster. I should have never gone this far.” His mother’s words cut through the young prince like a knife. And they hurt even more than the sound of the door falling back into the lock and the key turning to lock him inside.

Why was she not happy to see him be better? Looking down at his body, he couldn’t see why his mother had called him a monster. His skin looked pale but he had been pale all his life, especially in the last years. But he had meat on his bones. His forearms were strong when he flexed the muscle. This was good. The same went for the rest of his body when he patted himself down. Everything was in order, his body had healed. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and getting up, he didn’t feel any dizziness or nausea, only hunger swirling in his gut.

Carefully, the Prince took a couple of steps. To his surprise, his knees didn’t buckle and his legs didn’t give out. With a wide grin, he walked over to the window and looked outside into the gardens. Oh, how he had missed seeing the green of the trees and the little bursts of colors telling him that it was way into the autumn season. Feeling like he was on top of the world, he looked over to his mirror and to his horror, all that he could see were his clothes standing in his room. Was this a dream after all? A nightmare? Slowly, the Prince waved his hand and the sleeve of his blouse followed suit. He frantically pulled the garment off and threw it to the ground. His torso still wasn’t visible in the mirror. Completely in shock, Chenle realized that he couldn’t hear his heartbeat hammer inside his skull or his blood rushing in his ears. Pressing his hands firmly to his chest, he tried to feel for a heartbeat. Even with his eyes pressed shut to concentrate, he couldn’t feel anything. Falling to his knees, he unseeingly stared at the intricate designs on his carpet. He had heard of this before. Read books about the condition. He hadn’t thought it to be true, that it was possible. But he was the living, or rather dead proof of it. He was a vampire. His mother had somehow turned him into a vampire.

Chenle wasn’t sure how long he kneeled there on the carpet, trying to make sense of his raging thoughts with nothing to keep him company but the sounds of the night and the occasional servant hurrying along the corridors. Why would his mother let him be turned into a vampire if she despised the creatures of the night? Why go this far if she was scared and disgusted of her only son now? Did his father know? His sisters? What would they do with him? Keep him locked up? Let him starve?

At that thought, the gnawing feeling of hunger punched him in the gut like a boxer. Gasping, he toppled over, his arms gripping his bare stomach as if they could shield him from the pain. When he tried to bite down on his lip to distract himself from the pain in his stomach, a piercing pain shot through him and dark droplets of blood fell onto the pristine carpet. Fangs. His fangs had dropped and punctured his lip. Bringing his hand up, Chenle gently felt the edge of the sharp teeth that were digging into his lower lip. And as if the gnawing feeling of hunger wasn’t enough, pain was also settling into his gums where his fangs sat.

With a groan, he lifted himself upright again, his hands clenched into fists. He needed to talk to his mother. There was just one other thing he hadn’t considered: His bedroom was facing east. So when he was moving his head up and out of the shadow that his window cast, a burning pain shot through the back of his head and with a blood-curdling scream, Chenle fell again, cradling his head and curling into a ball. But in the process, more of his body got exposed to the light of the rising sun, causing painful blisters to appear on the reddened skin of his back. With another scream, he threw his body in the direction of his bed, rolling beneath the heavy bed frame to shield his body from the scathing sun. Even if he didn’t need to anymore, his chest was heaving with heavy breaths as he stared at his skin healing itself: the blisters getting smaller and smaller until the skin had knit itself back together, the red, irritated color fading slowly until he was left with milky-white skin. Not even a single blemish showed what had just happened.

Fascinated by what his body could do, he experimentally grabbed onto one of the pieces of wood that were supporting his thick mattress. He slowly tightened his grip and sure enough, without even using much strength, the wood began to creak and splinter beneath his fingers but none of the wood was able to pierce through his skin.

He was truly invincible. Well- if you forgot about the incident with the sunlight. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Chenle realized that he had no other choice but to wait it out. Once the sun had set, he’d be able to talk to his mother so they could figure out what they could do about his…new condition. That was what it was, right? Just another sickness. One that made him incredibly strong and heal really fast but unable to see his own reflection or walk in the sunshine. But his people already knew that their Prince was sick. So they could just tell them that the Prince was never to leave the palace walls and put thicker curtains in the throne room to block out the sun. It could all be alright again.

Chenle wasn’t sure how long he was holding out beneath his bed already, the only thing to keep him company being the gnawing feeling of hunger inside his belly. He was sure he had heard the guards changing twice in front of his room, speaking with hushed voices about how none understood why the Prince was to be kept inside his room when he was bedridden. With a bitter snort, Chenle had thrown a punch against his bed frame that left the wood with a splintered indent of his fist and nothing more. He wasn’t sure where this sudden burst of anger came from, he usually wasn’t this hot-headed but the feeling of hunger was slowly driving him insane along with the pain in his jaw.

When the sun had almost completed its journey along the sky, the patches of sunlight coming through his windows stretched further and further. Chenle was all but vibrating out of his skin. Thoughts were hard to formulate and even harder to keep from flowing away when all he wanted to do was to sink his teeth into something or rather someone to quench both the ache in his jaw and the beast sitting where his stomach used to be.

Over the course of this day, which must have been the longest in his entire life, he had let the sun burn his skin over and over again, testing the limits of his body and how the strength of the sun would affect him and he was starting to regret it. It had only made him more hungry. Or thirsty, he should probably say. Briefly, he wondered if he could eat raw and bloody meat but as soon as the thought came, it got lost inside his head again.

But instead of his brain going in circles about how hungry he was and how he could almost taste the sweat of the guard standing in front of his room, a sudden pain seemed to split his skull in two, ripping a scream from Chenle’s parched throat. Gripping his hair tightly, he tried to understand what was happening. It made no sense. He had been hiding here all day and it had been fine.

The invisible knife that seemed to have lodged itself in his skull also appeared to be poisonous. A fire began flowing inside his veins, filling his chest with a sensation as if he was burning alive from the inside out, the pain far worse than when he had burned his back earlier.

Curling up into a ball, Chenle clawed at his own skin, digging his sharp nails into the skin until it broke but it did nothing to ease or distract him from the phantom pains. Screaming and crying, he convulsed on the floor, dripping what little blood he had left in his body onto his light carpet. Just as sudden as the pain had come, it was gone again, leaving Chenle feeling almost hollow. He wasn’t sure for how long he blankly stared at the drops of crimson that stained the pristine carpet but he simply didn’t have it in him to move. It almost felt like he was back in a feverous state, his consciousness floating somewhere above his body.

With another cry of agony, he came back to his body, his chest heaving and his head dizzy. He needed to get out from beneath the bed, the dark wood suddenly too close. Blinded by a sudden onslaught of panic, Chenle - not yet used to the new strength his body possessed - shoved against the underside of the bed, splintering the wood and breaking the frame. He wasn’t sure how exactly he got out from beneath the bed but when he finally stood at his window, the handle broken and the cool breeze of the evening fanning over his skin, his bed was nothing more than a pile of wood with a mattress on top and rogue feathers floating around the room. The presence of the moon helped to calm the young vampire and with controlled breaths, he got his chest to stop rattling with panic, only slightly cracking the windowsill with how tightly he had gripped onto it.

“Prince Chenle!” A voice called from the outside and he could hear several heavy footsteps outside of his door before the key turned in the lock. Several guards stepped inside his room and the moment the smell of their bodies hit Chenle’s nose, hell broke loose: He didn’t even process the words that left the first guard’s mouth, his head snapping around to see them reaching for their swords. They were here to kill him. His own mother had ordered his death. He couldn’t die. He had done nothing wrong.

With his face contorted in anger, he dashed towards the group. With a single punch to the guard’s side, Chenle was able to hear bones crack beneath his fist and the guard’s sword falling to the ground with a loud noise. When he cried out in pain, it made the veins in his neck stand out so temptingly, that Chenle couldn’t stop himself. With his fangs already dropped, he opened his jaws wide and buried his teeth in the guard’s neck, the flesh ripping easily as fresh blood flooded his tongue. It was heaven. He had never tasted anything quite like this. None of the expensive wines he had drank during banquets could even come close to the explosion of flavor on his tongue.

He needed more. More. Annoyed that his meal was moving, Chenle gripped the guard’s head and forced it further to the side. He felt something snap and the man went limp in his grip but he couldn’t care less when he buried his teeth again to swallow more of the crimson liquid that soothed the ache in his stomach and left his mind reeling with pleasure.

Sadly, the other guards must have snapped themselves out of their stupor and they unsheathed their swords as well. The sound of the mental scraping against the leather pulled Chenle’s attention from the corpse in his arms to the other guards. With a wicked grin on his lips, he let the corpse fall to the ground in a heap of their own blood and after he wiped the blood from his lips, he was delighted to see absolute fear in the guards’ eyes.

“You can’t run from me,” he drawled before he pounced, snapping the neck of the one closest to him and burying his teeth deep into the throat of the second one, letting him drop to the floor as well after he took another deep gulp of blood.

“My mother,” he spoke slowly as he approached the last guard, “Where is the Queen?” The guard didn’t answer, irritating Chenle to high heavens. His sword was trembling in his hand and his eyes were so wide, Chenle was afraid they’d just pop out of their sockets and roll over the stained floorboards like marbles. “I asked a question. Won’t you answer your Prince?” He tried again, gripping the sword between his fingers to point it down so he could step closer to the frozen guard, bringing his mouth up against his neck. “Tell me where the Queen is,” he whispered again, deliberately letting his teeth scrape the skin. “Sh- She- She is in her- her sunroom, my- my Prince,” the guard stuttered pathetically. “Thank you for your service,” Chenle chuckled darkly before he finally gave in to the urge to bite into his neck, already addicted to the taste of fresh blood.

With a satisfying thud, the vampire let the last body drop to the floor as well, eyeing the carnage left behind with a sick smile on his face. How had his mother ever thought that four measly guards were enough to take him down? On bare feet and with blood dripping down his chin onto his chest, Chenle stepped over the corpses and into the empty hallway, leaving bloody footprints behind on his way to his mother’s sunroom.

With his newly heightened senses, Chenle could easily tell that there were more people than just his mother near her sunroom. Just as he had assumed, in front of the room stood another three guards and to Chenle’s surprise the head of the guards was among them. “Move,” he growled as he stepped into view, baring his teeth to show his bloody fangs. “You’re alive,” the guard on the left gasped, reaching for his sword with a shaky hand. “Of course I am,” the Prince just laughed, “You didn’t really think four measly guards would be enough to kill me?” When no one dared to answer, the vampire barked out a laugh. “Oh, but you really did. How stupid of you.” “Where are my men?” The head of the guards demanded to know as if their blood on Chenle’s body wasn’t enough of a tell.

“In hell,” was Chenle’s dark answer and within a blink of an eye, he was at the man’s throat, his teeth easily ripping through cartilage and muscle tissue. A last pathetic gurgle left the dying man’s lips before he dropped to the ground and Chenle spit out the piece of flesh he had ripped out. The two other guards watched in shock, frozen in place. “What?” He cocked his head to the side, watching their commander twitch in a pool of his own blood. “Scared?” When they didn’t answer, he went on. “Dying is peaceful. I would know.” “Please,” one of the guards pleaded pathetically, his sword falling to the ground with a loud thud, “I- I have a wi- a wife and- and a son. He- he just started a walk an-“ Chenle didn’t let the guard finish, grabbing his head to smash it into the stone wall.

“That was annoying,” he sighed, delighted at the cracking he had felt in the skull. “Now what am I going to do with you?” Instead of answering, the last guard simply fell to his knees, his sword limply in his hand. “Pft,” the prince snorted, “I don’t know if that one was more or less pathetic.” To one up the previous performance, the guard bared his neck as well, presenting Chenle with the tempting thump of his carotid. “Oh, it’s definitely you,” he snickered, stepping over to the sweating man, “Thank you for the meal.” With a moan, Chenle buried his fangs in the man’s throat, blood rushing out of the wound and onto his tongue, the man’s fear making it that much sweeter.

Once the beast in his chest was satiated by the sweet blood, another body joined the two of his comrades on the floor. They did look pathetic even in their death. Maybe Chenle should close their eyes. But before he could bend down, a sound in his mother’s sunroom caught his attention: a quiet creak. The hidden door his mother thought he and his siblings didn’t know about. He would not let her get away. She needed to hear him out.

Bursting into the room with the big windows all along the side of it making it feel like they were actually sitting in the gardens, the door all but fell off the hinges from the force. Chenle found the Queen almost stepping into the secret pathway. “Don’t. Move,” he ordered, holding himself back from pouncing on the woman who had turned him into a monster. “Chenle don’t do this,” she spoke with a quivering voice, her eyes shaking as she took in her son, blood dripping from his bare chest. “Don’t do what, mother?” “You don’t want to kill me.” “But you wanted to kill me,” he shot back. “I never intended for this to happen to you,” the Queen pleaded, her knuckles turning white around the handle of her secret pathway. “I’m faster than you. Don’t do that,” Chenle coldly reminded her, watching with a sick delight at how his mother’s hand shook when she released the handle. “Chenle…” “No. You. You did this to me. You didn’t ask if I wanted this. And then you decide to just have me murdered because you can’t have your only son, your successor to the throne be a vampire,” he accused her. “Well I didn’t want this either,” she interrupted him with a loud scream that rang in his sensitive ears, “You were dying and the physicians had tried everything!” “I told you to let me die!”

That of all things seemed to make his mother shut up. “I told you to let me go. I made my peace with it,” he added with a more quiet voice, all but pleading. “I couldn’t, Chenle,” the Queen answered just as quietly, “I couldn’t just let you die like this.” “And yet, you killed me anyway.” “I didn’t know,” she choked out, tears filling her eyes as she opened her arms for him to fall into like he was back to being just a child. “Mother,” he sniffled, his body losing all tension as he stumbled into her familiar embrace, staining the silk of her gown with the blood that was sticking to his frame. It was so strange how quickly things had changed and it made the embrace feel both familiar and foreign at the same time. “I’m so sorry, my little star,” his mother breathed quietly, adjusting her grip around him.

“I forgi-“ Chenle couldn’t finish his sentence, pain bloomed in his flank and he couldn’t believe his own eyes when he looked down to see a dagger lodged deep inside his body. “Mother..?” “It’s better like this,” she whispered, gently stroking a strand of hair behind his ear. If Chenle still had a heartbeat, he was sure that his blood would be rushing through his ears so loudly that he wouldn’t be able to hear anything else. His chest started to heave with nonsense breaths, the pace erratic as a red veil seemed to fall over his vision. “You’re dead to me,” he snarled, watching in delight how his mother’s eyes widened before he felt his fangs drop and everything around him turned into a mess of blood and anger.

“Oh little one…” The softly spoken words were the first thing Chenle sensed consciously in a while. With great effort, he tried to focus his blurry vision. “What a mess you made,” the voice went on before Chenle heard footsteps. The man was coming closer. Finally, his vision seemed to clear and he could recognize the bloody corpse he held clutched to his chest, its face distorted in a mask of fear. The Queen was dead. With a wet thud, her body fell from his grip into the pool of blood on the floor. A whimper dared to slip past his lips but he held it in as he bit down hard. His fangs had retracted and the monster inside him seemed satiated.

The next thing Chenle felt was soft fabric slipping over his bare shoulders. Confused, he looked up from the carnage at his feet to look into the red eyes of a man he had never seen before. “Hello Prince Chenle,” the man smiled gently, his voice soft and non-threatening like he was trying to coax a wild animal out of hiding. Carefully, he uncurled Chenle’s blood-smeared hand and held it in his, seemingly not caring about getting himself dirty. “Let’s get you somewhere more safe.” “But my family,” he argued weakly but let himself be pulled up on his feet. With a meaningful look, the man took a glance around the room and with static filling his own mind, Chenle followed his example. He couldn’t begin to count the number of twisted corpses in the room, the Queen at the center of it all, her dress dyed red from all the blood. “Take me away,” the Prince asked, his voice cracking when he recognized the faces twisted with fear and horror, their unseeing eyes looking right at him.

With a squeeze of his hand, the man with the red eyes pulled the Prince away from the bloodbath, tucking him against his side when he felt him tremble. “It’s over now,” he reassured Chenle as he led him out of the castle where a dark carriage with heavy curtains in front of the windows and door awaited them. The carriage driver didn’t even bat an eye at the state Chenle was in and simply opened the door with a bow of his head for the two men.

Climbing in, Chenle wasn’t sure where he was supposed to sit. Opposite of the man or next to him? “Sit,” the man quirked one of his eyebrows at him, patting the blood-red cushion next to him. With a huff, Chenle let himself be swallowed by the seat, tightly wrapping himself in the man’s jacket.

With a snap of the whip, the carriage started moving and the castle got smaller and smaller. When it was nothing more than a shadow in the distance, Chenle focused on the man next to him instead. He was only wearing a thin blouse, expensive fabric and tailored specifically to fit his build, Chenle could tell. Tapered to show off his broad shoulders and his slim waist and with polished cufflinks at the sleeves. His pants were a simple, dark color and his shoes only had minimal blood splatters on the leather. The most striking thing about the man - who Chenle now was sure was of noble blood - had to be his bright red eyes though, telling on his true nature: a vampire like himself. His face was all angles and strong lines, his jawline prominent and his nose high. He briefly wondered if the beauty mark beneath his eyes was painted on. He’d seen his sisters do it.

His sisters… Chenle couldn’t remember if their faces had been among the corpses in the sunroom. He couldn’t remember anything that had happened after his mother had stabbed him until the stranger’s voice had broken him out of his stupor.

“What… What happened to me?” Chenle asked with a small voice, pulling the stranger’s jacket tighter around his frame, as if it could shield him from the harsh truth. “Fledglings have a very special bond to their sire. Especially right after their rebirth,” the man explained with a calm voice, his bright red eyes focused on the landscape passing by. “Sire?” “The man who created you,” he clarified, “And your mother had him executed, severing that bond. Losing their sire is traumatic, even for older vampires, so it’s a miracle I found you in such good shape.” That comment had Chenle snort bitterly. “I killed my entire family.” “You could have destroyed yourself,” the man said with an almost fond look in his eyes, “You’re very strong for enduring that kind of pain.” “Don’t feel like it,” the fledgling mumbled, scratching at the drying flakes of blood on his skin. “Believe me, I’ve seen more than one fledgling succumb to madness in my days.”

“And how old are you exactly?” That question made the man grin and shake his head. “Isn’t that a funny thing to ask? My body is not much older than yours.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “You’re a curious one.” “At least tell me your name if you’re going to take care of me.” “Jeno,” the man spoke, “You can call me Jeno.” “Just Jeno?” “Family names don’t mean a thing when you’ve been alive for decades.” “Or dead.” “Or dead,” Jeno chuckled, shaking his head.

“Does- Does the..?” “Does the carriage driver know? Yes. Everyone does in my home.” “Home? Is that where we’re going?” “It can become your home if you wish to,” the older vampire smiled, “Even if it must not be much for a prince like you.” “I’m no prince any longer. I’m just Chenle.” “Then we can be just Jeno and just Chenle,” Jeno smiled, gently ruffling Chenle’s blood-sticky hair.

“Thank you,” the fledgling whispered so quietly, he could barely hear his own words but Jeno must have heard him anyway because he just wordlessly intertwined their fingers again to squeeze Chenle’s hand. “You’ll be okay,” he promised, “I’ll teach you about your new life and provide you with whatever you need.” “A bath would be nice.” “I’ll let my servants draw you a bath,” Jeno chuckled fondly, the warm sound making Chenle smile as well. “I’m tired but not sleepy…” “You’ve been through a lot, little one,” Jeno spoke softly, adjusting in his seat so Chenle could rest against his shoulder more comfortably, “Rest while your mind will let you. We still have quite the journey ahead of us.” “Thank you,” Chenle mumbled again, the tension immediately leaving his body as he rested against Jeno.

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Dreamer AU | Overview

Dreamer Spider didn’t divert from his timeline until after he was kidnapped by the RDA and put through their RDA’s Neutolab’s Neurosect scanner that they tried to use to get a location on Jake Sully.

It didn’t work, though Quaritch was able to stop Admiral Ardmore from completely mincing his brain in the scanner though the effects were damaging to Spider’s brain, which wasn’t really treated given the RDA didn’t care too much. He was only valuable for his intel and nothing more, regardless of his species as a human. Too Na’vi for human life.

He was fitted with a tracker in his mask and left to the blue team. They travelled for a few days to reach the mountains where he was able to get the team the Ikran mountains but while the days had passed, the damage to his brain remained unhealed and steadily got worse, causing him to suffer side effects like growing paranoia and hallucinations which eventually led to him to try and escape before they could get their pets.

This did wind up with him being shot by a sedation rifle and unfortunately, back to the science lab for a ‘reminder’ of why he’s with the blue team. Spider suffered a lot with the second experience with the Neurosect and agreed to take the team for their banshees and this time with success.

The blue team happily celebrated at their camp that night but the pain led for Spider to slip into a seizure and roll onto an insect that stung him with a venom that dropped his body temperature ad his pulse and near paralysed him completely, enough that he could softly breath but he lost all bowel movement.

It took while before someone noticed something was wrong, the smell mostly and checked on him. But, it was assumed he was dead. The seizure had given him a nosebleed which bled into his mask though his cold temperature and slow pulse was enough of convincing of his death.

Quaritch opted to leave him in the forest than to bring his body back, he knew his son wouldn’t want to be burned in the RDA, and would rather have nature take him; like his human body. The Blue team collected up their camp, tools though Z-dog took off spider’s mask last second so they didn’t leave their technology behind.

Due to the venom and slow breathing, the effects of hypoxia was much slower to set in but Eywa sent a signal for the Watchers to come and they did.

Within a span of a minute of the Blue team moving on and the Watcher scouts arriving, Spider was given a mask and taken in for medical assessment.

Due to the damage to his brain and to his body, it was determined that he would still die. So, an Avatar Na’vi body was prepped and his consciousness transferred over before his human body died. While Spider’s mind healed inside his new body, his human body underwent a non-invasive autopsy for the AUs’s records before it was decided to return the human body to the native world where they had first recovered him.

A few hours after his body was dropped off, a few Omatikaya found his remains and brought them to Mo’at who had Norm’s help discover the cause of death before prepping his body for the funeral. Norm and the science teams who helped raise him took part in his funeral and after, Norm left with Max to the reef clan to inform Jake of Spider’s death.

Spider woke up in his Na’vi body with a surprise, but was both happy and sad about what had happened, but becoming a Na’vi was his dream; to connect to Pandora in a way he couldn’t and in a way, he wanted to be accepted for him. He felt grief upon his human death, what had happened but was glad for a second chance. He still keeps tabs on his native world, despite not returning to it himself.

He took time adjusting to his new body, often trapping his tail or queue in things mostly though he was glad to befriend Exile Kiri. Different from his own version of Kiri but…still had a lot of the sameness about her. Exile Jake actively took Spider under his wing a lot more than his own counterpart as they were put into the same family unit in the watcher’s AU.

He gained the MWD Dreamer for his love and dream of becoming one of The People.

#dreamer au #spider #spider socorro #dreamer spider #avatar #avatar au #avatar james cameron #avatar rda #avatar the way of water #miles socorro #miles quaritch #jake sully #norm spellman #mo'at #kiri #avatar kiri

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restlessmaknae · 1 year ago

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Jinyoung didn’t deserve to be believed, being misunderstood was his punishment for not being able to help his friend when he would have needed it. He felt like he could have a redemption only if he finished school without anyone talking to him, so why... why did you want to see him when he wanted to be invisible?

➳ Characters: high school senior!Jinyoung x female reader/you

➳ Genre: high school au, coming of age, real-life bittersweet

➳ Words: 5.2k

➳ Warning: due to the connection to the CIX story films, there will be mentions of Yonghee's suicide attempt, bullying, violence, minor character death (Seunghun's mother), blood, hospital visits, plus panic attack, insomnia and a lot of guilt, negative self-talk on Jinyoung's part, reader has a non-specified digestive disorder, so please, do not read the story if you feel triggered by such topics!

➳ A/N: This was a story that I came up with even before the Save me, kill me MV and the following story films (ep. 6-10) were released, so there are parts that do not cover the story films, yet this is my general interpretation of its lore, plus additional fictional parts. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️

➳ CIX taglist: @wccycc, @dat-town

Jinyoung knew that he deserved the glares, the stares, the malicious whispers behind his back. If that was what he had to bear for what he had done (or hadn’t done) to Yonghee, then so be it. He could never suffer as much as his friend had done so.

He deserved it, he knew that, he deserved it all.

So he kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding the endless sea of judgemental faces, shut his ears to block out the noise of rumours, and kept his emotions at bay to prevent further bursts of fury to unleash onto someone who didn’t deserve it. After all, if he had just been kinder to Yonghee, if he had just treated him gently instead of using violence, maybe this would have not happened… If… In this world, ifs didn’t amount to anything. They couldn’t bring back the happy memories they shared, they couldn’t turn back time prior to the tragedy, and they couldn’t magically bring Yonghee to consciousness. Despite the fact that the boy was still alive, the heart monitor beside his hospital bed indicating that his heart hadn’t given up, the doctors weren’t that positive regarding his condition.

“He fell from such a high building…”

“He lost so much blood…”

“The fall was rough, he hurt himself badly…”

As if the boy hadn’t struggled enough before, he was still in so much pain, and seeing his body attached to all those wires, oxygen mask on his scarred face, impossibly white sheets covering his injured body, Jinyoung felt even worse. Whenever he visited his friend in the hospital, whenever he looked at Yonghee’s face, he was reminded of their last encounter, and it was enough for him to want to scratch at his skin for it was too unbearable to deal with the consequences of his own actions.

Even though Hyunsuk had tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, Jinyoung didn’t believe him. After all, Yonghee had jumped the day he had pushed him to the shelves, yelling at him, asking if he had been crazy to want to hurt himself over a bad grade. He could never understand the obsession of Yonghee’s parents regarding their son’s good grades, let alone how much it impacted the boy since he himself had never been a good student, nor had he tried to be one.

If he could have just been a bit more empathetic, if he had just opened his eyes to the signs a little earlier…

Jinyoung felt the rush of guilt creeping into his veins, taking over his heart and mind, and he welcomed the feeling almost like a familiar visitor by now. He balled his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh as he tried to let it wash through him, let it drown him. He wanted nothing more than to drown in this feeling, but reality always brought him back to life - this time, it was you.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologised hastily as you noticed the boy sitting on the floor between two bookshelves, and he looked up, albeit a bit hazily. It was as if you had woken him up from a stupor, he still didn’t feel like his senses were his, his surroundings were real. It was always like this when guilt pulled him under.

He kept quiet, waiting for you to break eye-contact or outright leave this particular section of the school library that he had found to be quiet, so he could hide here while the others were having lunch at the canteen. Not that he had a good appetite these past few weeks, but bearing the watching eyes of others while eating would have been too much, all too much. So just like before, he was a coward, and cowardly chose the easier path - running away.

After transferring schools, somehow rumours followed him, and now everyone here thought that he had killed a student aggressively at his previous school, and he had only managed to avoid juvy because his parents were rich and bribed the jury. While in reality, Yonghee’s case was classified as a suicide attempt for now, and the boy had neither died, nor had Jinyoung been the bully in his case. Not that it mattered when his friend was still lying in bed, still in a coma.

“Do you mind if I join?” You inquired instead of leaving, and confusion brought Jinyoung back to the here and now. Why were you trying to join him when he was a so-called murderer? And why did you bring your lunch box to the library? Did you not eat at the canteen like the others?

He merely looked at you, unfazed, and only spoke up when you didn’t leave.

“Why? Don’t you believe what they say about me?”

“I don’t,” came the answer immediately, and the fast response took the boy aback. “If you had indeed killed someone, and your parents would have bribed the jury, they would probably not want anyone else to know about the bribery, so word wouldn’t have gotten around. Besides, you would probably not be as lifeless as you are now if you had indeed killed someone in cold blood,” you explained thoroughly, your tone almost diplomatic. Ah, now he knew who you were - not by your face but by your voice. You were the top student of the other class, and you went to English classes together. You were always the one who had to give the right answer when no one wanted to speak up.

“Why believe in my innocence when you don’t even know me?” Jinyoung protested, not letting the topic drop. He didn’t deserve to be believed, being misunderstood was his punishment for not being able to help his friend when he would have needed it. He felt like he could have a redemption only if he finished school without anyone talking to him, but instead, looking down on him, and labelling him as a murderer.

So why, why did you want to see him when he wanted to be invisible?

“I know prejudices are scarcely right, and besides… you are in my usual hideout place,” you remarked as you pointed around you. Jinyoung could have believed that the autobiography section of the school library wasn’t that frequently visited, but for you to have it as your usual hideout place meant that you must have frequented it.

Jinyoung found himself unable to say anything to that, and you took that as a sign of approval, so you lowered yourself down and sat on the ground, your back to the shelf opposite of the one Jinyoung leaned towards. You were at a decent distance from each other, but the boy still felt oddly bare given the visibility. It was as if he was afraid that you would get to know how torn and broken he was if you got any closer. Which you didn’t, thankfully.

Instead, you opened your lunch box, and took a bite from your seemingly homemade food. You stared at the books in front of you instead of looking at him, and he was both relieved and frustrated by this. All of this just for you to sit there to eat?

On the other hand, Jinyoung knew that he had no reason to question you. Not you out of all people. So he just let you have your lunch in peace while he was slipping back into his own self-destructive thoughts, glad that they didn’t change. Someone like you might have believed that he was innocent, but Jinyoung knew very well that he wasn’t. If anything, he might have been the worst of them all. Even Seunghun could forgive Yonghee after what had happened to Seunghun’s mother, but why couldn’t Jinyoung move on from that day and wish for his friend to wake up?

Because he knew very well that he would need to face him, and he wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t sure that he would ever be.

Jinyoung should have known that when you meant that the autobiography section in the school library was your hideout place, you meant that you went there frequently, but he didn’t give it too much thought. In fact, he didn’t really give anything too much thought apart from how he should have been there for Yonghee, and how much he wished he could have turned back time to make everything right.

On the other hand, you did come back day after day, and the boy didn’t have the heart to send you away, nor did he find a different hideout place when students were all over the building and the schoolyards during lunch break, so there was nowhere else to hide. Here though, no one bothered you. To be precise, Jinyoung was bothered by your presence at first, but since you didn’t push him for answers, you just greeted him when he showed up or vice versa, and finished your lunch in silence, he couldn’t find a reason to be bothered by you. He merely didn’t understand why you weren’t bothered by him.

“Why don’t you eat with the others?” He found himself asking once, eyes narrowing as his eyes found yours. You blinked a few times at him as if you were surprised that he had actually asked a question from you, and gulped down your food before answering.

“I don’t have any friends, and I don’t want anyone to comment on my food. I have enough of that on school trips,” you sighed out, your voice carrying an all too familiar emotion - bitterness. Raw, deeply personal, and fragile. Bitterness wasn’t a feeling that he had been familiar with before, but now, if one emotion could embody what he was going through, it would be this one big mess of bitterness without seemingly an end in sight.

The boy assumed that you would leave it at that, but you didn’t. He found that he didn’t exactly mind.

“I have gut problems, so I need to bring my own food, but they make fun of it as if I chose to eat this way. You don’t realise how isolating it can be when you can’t eat the food that others eat, but here, no one bothers me,” you added as you looked around the huge, still shelves of books that could indeed not ask stupid questions, let alone judge her for spending her lunch break here. He could understand the sentiment well.

“That’s ridiculous,” he snorted in disbelief, but your lips trembled and sadness moved into your eyes, so he felt the need to add. “That they make fun of you for that, I mean. It’s not your fault,” he justified solemnly, and your shoulders easened as if you had been bearing a weight for so long that had just come off now.

“You’re the first person who says that at school.”

Jinyoung was about to open his mouth, but he couldn’t utter a word. It had never been him who had caught onto someone’s change in their body language or who was said to be the most empathetic. After all, if he had been, Yonghee wouldn’t have laid in a hospital bed… So for you to voice out that he was the first one who took your side, he didn’t even know if he should have protested or shared that it was only natural in his eyes.

He closed his mouth, and looked down at his own intertwined fingers - ones that pushed those away who wanted to keep him close, ones that pushed Yonghee away quite literally when he should have needed help the most. He felt himself going back into his usual spiral of destructive thoughts when your voice pulled him out.

Again.

“Where’s your lunch? Aren’t you eating?”

He was so surprised by the question that his eyebrows elevated and his eyes widened. He was sure that he seemed pretty dumbfounded because you let out a short-lived yet beautiful (thus fragile) giggle, and explained that you figured out that he was here during lunch break because he didn’t want to eat with the others. However, unlike you, he didn’t have food with him.

“I don’t feel like eating.”

“You should. You need the energy to bear all the weight of those malicious rumours,” you pointed out almost gently, giving him a small smile before turning back to your food and proceeding to eat.

You didn’t say a word afterwards, nor did he, but now he wasn’t sure whether his lack of response was because he didn’t find it in himself to tell you that he didn’t care, that he was fine, that he deserved it, that you didn’t know anything, or because he was awestruck by the fact that someone cared. That you cared whether he ate or not, whether he was affected by the malicious rumours or not.

That you cared about him in the first place.

Jinyoung wouldn’t deem it a habit, but you still came back day after day, and he did come back day after day as well, and somehow you fell into this unfamiliar rhythm of silences filled with occasional, more or less vulnerable questions, and his heart was open to answer them. Even when you inquired whether he didn’t want to fix the broken watch around his wrist and he said that it was a friend’s, so he didn’t want to, he didn’t mind telling you, and you didn’t push for more details, so he left it at that.

He didn’t admit though that the watch was Yonghee’s, and that he found it with a torn glass lens on the rooftop of the school - from where Yonghee had jumped from. He had picked it up alongside the boy’s phone, and selfishly kept the watch, so that it could remind him of the only time that mattered - of his friend’s lifespan; so that it could be a compass for him - to show where he was supposed to go; so that it could be a guide for him - to indicate what he was supposed to do, what was the right thing to do. Such as not beating up the bullies at his previous school even though he had wanted to.

You also shared how tough it was to constantly live up to the expectations of your parents, teachers and classmates, and how you were always supposed to give the right answer even if you were an outcast, even if you were ridiculed for your health problems, even if you were never enough. Hearing that, Jinyoung couldn’t help but be reminded of Yonghee (when wasn’t he reminded of his friend, honestly?), but you seemed to be floating above all the criticism well.

When he inquired how you managed, you shared that you worked with a therapist, and the boy was surprised both to hear that and to hear you admit that, yet you confessed that asking for professional help had probably been the best decision of your life. You knew either way that school would be over soon - as you were seniors -, and you hoped university would be different. Besides, you hoped that you would meet people who could understand you like you had found Jinyoung.

The boy was never one to feel touched, but when you confessed that you deemed him someone who could accept you for who you were, he felt immensely moved. He was overcome with this inward urge, this deep want to keep you safe that was just so jarring, he felt like catching his breath while only staying still. Yet, he couldn’t tell whether it was because he didn’t want history to repeat itself or because he genuinely wanted it to stay this way. He was, as always, torn, and he wasn’t sure whether he could get an answer to his turmoil of emotions.

Nevertheless, when you didn’t come to the library for a few days, Jinyoung immediately jumped to worrisome conclusions, and he even went as far as to ask from your homeroom teacher whether you were absent because of an illness or because something had happened to you. The elderly man reassured him that you caught some bug, so you would probably come back a few days later, and unbeknownst to him, he was relieved, lungs working to full capacity again, heart quitting those crazy palpitations he had while worse and worse scenarios were going through his head.

Interestingly so, the next time you met wasn’t even in the library, but at the sports day event where everyone was supposed to participate, at least as spectators, and he found you sitting alone on the bench of the grandstand, so he headed towards you.

You looked up as he approached, and there was a small smile hiding in the corner of your lips as you realised who he was. Upon the sight, he was yet again overcome by that feeling of protectiveness. He knew that just as much as he could make you smile, he could hurt you as well, and he didn’t want that, but he didn’t want to run away either. Not from you. Not from someone who didn’t push him for questions, who didn’t care that he didn’t talk a lot about his past, who didn’t care that odd rumours were spread about him.

Besides, his internal turmoil in the past few days prompted him to appreciate the time you two could spend together, and so he wanted to keep these times within an arm reach, he didn’t want them to slip through his fingers, to crush and burn, and be just a faded, bitter memory in the future of what ifs and could haves.

So he took the first step towards you, and then the next, and before he knew it, he was sitting beside you, both of you watching the currently playing students on the field.

“You didn’t come in the past few days,” he pointed out matter-of-factly while still keeping his eyes on the football match. He saw from the corner of his eyes that your shoulders tensed a bit, and you audibly took in a deep breath before answering.

“Yeah, well… I wasn’t really feeling well. The meds that I’m taking for my gut suppress not only the harmful stuff but the beneficial bacteria, so I’m more susceptible to illnesses. It’s not the first time it happened either,” you concluded a bit bitterly, and he could hear the hurt in your voice. Though you tried to mask it, though he had not always been good at picking up on the signs, he could tell that your condition bothered you - the fact that you were tending to one illness while leading the way for others.

“Are you feeling better now?” Jinyoung inquired genuinely after clearing his throat, and looked at you just in time for you to look at him. As your gazes connected, something inside of him burst, and it flew through him in waves of warm, comforting reassurance. Just the fact that you were beside him, seemingly safe and sound, lifted such a heavy weight off his shoulders, he felt like he could breathe again.

At least for the lifespan of this conversation.

“Yeah, I think so. Don’t worry.”

“I didn’t,” the boy tried to protest immediately, but you narrowed your eyes as if you were trying to decide whether to question his words or not. In the end, you did speak up.

“The homeroom teacher told me that you asked about me. He thought I was tutoring you or something like that, and that’s why you asked about me,” you replied without batting an eye, however, Jinyoung couldn’t bear to look at you anymore. Instead, he looked away, finding the currently running boys on the field much more interesting.

The truth is, the boy didn’t know why he was embarrassed about the situation. Worrying about someone after what had happened to Yonghee was still an unfamiliar feeling to him. He didn’t even know he was concerned about you until you didn’t show up at the library, but if there was one thing he had learned from the past few months behind him, it was that he couldn’t take anything for granted. Or anyone, for that matter.

“Anyways, do you want to exchange contacts? At least, I can tell you next time if something like this happens,” you suggested warily, breaking the silence that fell upon the two of you. Jinyoung slowly shifted his eyes from the field to you, but you were looking down at your intertwined fingers, your phone resting under your hands.

“Sure,” he found himself saying even though he wasn’t sure that it was him speaking. Even you were a tad bit surprised that he had given it so quickly, but either way, you exchanged contacts before you were called for a jogging race and needed to leave him behind.

Nevertheless, as you were walking down the stairs, you halted and looked back over your shoulder, directing a gentle smile in the boy’s direction. Whenever he saw you smile like that, the only thought that he had was for how long you could smile like that before he would paint it with agony and hurt, before he would ruin your blossom of affection, before he would break the heart you held out to him.

“Thank you. For worrying about me.”

Your voice broke through the overwhelming mass of his own destruction that was ready to bring him down anytime, and suddenly, in that moment, his heart whispered something else: maybe your smile was one for change, one for hope.

Jinyoung knew that they all blamed themselves for what had happened to Yonghee, and they had all changed since their friend had tried to commit suicide. Byounggon, for one, had dropped out of school altogether after he had realised that he had no power as someone who lived alone on a rooftop, abandoned by his parents, struggling to make ends meet with school and his part-time job. He had started working full-time instead. Seunghun, who had aspired to become a dancer before, had given up on dancing after he had not been able to go back to the practice room because it always reminded him of how his mother had died. He was completely lost for now. Hyunsuk, who had always tried to do well at school - to gain his parents’ love and his father’s attention who lived far away since his parents’ divorce - had started dropping in rank, even going as far as attempting to steal because he could no longer tolerate who he was, and how the supposed-to-be perfect Yoon Hyunsuk had not been able to help his friend because he had been blinded by his own suffering.

And Jinyoung, well… He had changed schools, but his guilt followed him everywhere. His parents said that they didn’t even recognise him anymore, but Jinyoung couldn’t either. Whenever he looked into the mirror, he saw his friend’s face as he had grabbed Yonghee by the collar and pushed him to the shelves, and he wished he could break the mirror, punch the glass until his knuckles bled, scream at the top of his lungs until he became speechless. The truth is, he felt like a part of him had died on the day Yonghee had jumped from the rooftop. Living was painful, but sleeping wasn’t peaceful either. He was constantly tormented by nightmares, and not even the sleeping pills could help - they helped with actually going to sleep, but not with chasing away his nightmares.

He wasn’t one to believe in miracles because he had tasted the bitterness of life, but you, you seemed to shine some light in the darkness. A kind of light that warmed him but also scared him at the same time. What if you were suffering in silence, and he wasn’t able to help? Again. What if he was to hurt you, either literally or figuratively? Again. What if he couldn’t take care of you? Again. The thought of anything happening to you made his already agonising days even more frightening. Staying away from you seemed as much of a bad idea as getting closer to you. He was truly lost in his sea of emotions, he felt like drowning.

And just when he thought that he was doing better, he realised that the hardest part was still left: letting go of the guilt when his friend’s state was still uncertain. However, if you hadn’t told him to think from Yonghee’s point of view, he would have never realised that Yonghee would want him to be happy. Yet, he had a panic attack once when you were in the library and he got a message from Seunghun saying that Yonghee’s heart had stopped for a while, but they had managed to resuscitate him. Afterwards, words just spilled out from him, and it was like an avalanche: sweeping everything up into the air, raging through slopes and destroying anything that got in its way.

Jinyoung told you that he blamed himself for everything, and that he was the reason his friend had still not woken up, and you let him speak until his mouth ran dry, until his words bled together, until his heart was finally brought out from the shadows, put in front of you to hold and decide whether to break it or tend to it.

You seemed to decide on the latter.

“It’s hard to say for sure at times like this, but usually, a decision like this is more about a handful of different things coming together at the wrong time, and consequences seeming daunting. Your friend might have also wanted things to be different,” you mentioned tentatively after you had let him tell you whatever he wanted. He figured that you had a feeling that if you interrupted him, you would hold him back from sharing the whole story, and he was sure that it could have gone down that way because he wasn’t one to talk about his emotions, especially not the ones regarding Yonghee.

“I don’t know…”

“He might have been happy while you had been together. It might have given him strength to hold out for so long. Something in him still wants to fight,” you reasoned gently, your words rolling off like drops of rain on a tranquil night just between fall and winter.

These were just words, mere syllables put together, but Jinyoung was struck, he felt his heart clench, his mind flooded with the memories they had made in the movie club, flashbacks of Yonghee smiling, the twinkling eyes of the boy, the childish giggle of his… and in that moment, Jinyoung realised that his mind was clouded by all the pain of the past few months, and he couldn’t see the joy, the care, the happiness before… It was as if everything else had been erased from his life apart from his wrongdoings and the events that followed Yonghee’s fall.

And in that moment, he found himself collapsing like pillars of a building that gave in to the massive weight on top of them, and cries broke out of him. Ugly, raw, heart-wrenching sobs that you didn’t try to muffle, you didn’t try to calm down, you merely let him like it all out.

And for that, he would always be thankful because he felt like he had been holding out for so long, he had tried to keep it all together before because he couldn’t crumble, he couldn’t cause more pain to others around him, but maybe it wasn’t about being a burden to others, it was about being human.

After so long without being in the same room together that was not the hospital ward, the four boys got together to read Yonghee’s letter, back at the music club of their old school. To be precise, Jinyoung and Byounggon’s old school. And you were right, Yonghee confessed in his letter that the only happy times he had were the ones he had with the four of them. Damn it, you were right.

No wonder tears were shed, words were exchanged, and after watching the movie they had worked on together, Jinyoung felt like something mended. It was as if with Yonghee’s fall, they had all fallen apart like broken pieces of a vase because there wasn’t a glue anymore that held them together - there wasn’t Yonghee there to keep them together. Yet, now they were together like this again. For a while after what felt like eternity, they were themselves again. It felt like maybe they forgave themselves. Not entirely but maybe forgiveness wasn’t as far as they had thought so.

And coincidentally, the next morning when Jinyoung was at school, zoning out during Maths class, he received a message in the groupchat that Yonghee had woken up. He didn’t think twice, he disregarded the exclaims of the teacher, the stares of his classmates and ran through corridors, streets, hallways, hopped on and off buses until his legs could give in and fall to the ground beside Yonghee’s bed.

Byounggon was already there, but through the waterfall of his tears, Jinyoung couldn’t see what state the boy was in, he could only see Yonghee's face breaking free from the stern lines - the ones that made him resemble a statue for so long - and his eyes - wide and bright as usually - focusing on him.

“Jinyoung…” He muttered quietly, and his voice - the one he could only listen to in videos on his phone before - seemed both familiar and brand new. He couldn’t believe his ears. His friend had not only woken up, but he also remembered him. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he added, voice raspy and words a bit uncertain, but the message was there, and if Jinyoung could fall even deeper, he would have.

“Thank you…. Thank you so… much… for coming back,” Jinyoung cried out, interrupted by his jarring sobs. Yonghee’s lips curled upwards slowly, and Jinyoung found himself smiling with him through his tears. Gosh, just how easy it was to smile again.

He didn’t know what he would have done if Yonghee’s heart had given up for good, but now, he knew that he wouldn’t take anything for granted again. Not his friend’s silent plea for help, not his parents’ support towards him, not his friends’ care, not the smiles and laughs and jokes, not the silly little nothings and the “I’ve told you so” sentences, and not you as well, not the chances he had been given to feel alive again, not the friends he had mended his relationship with again, and not the bond you two had created. He would cherish all of it as much as he could, and make sure that he would voice it out. Because he now knew that life was so precious, and despite it being hard on the living, it might have been more difficult on those who had left or chosen to leave.

Something within him gave in, and he felt like his lungs were working on full capacity, but not because he couldn’t breathe - but because he was ready to welcome more air, more life. He was coming back to life bit by bit.

A/N: If you or someone is in need, don't hesitate to reach out for help! A list of worlwide helplines can be found here.

We are never alone.

I want to clarify that I believe one could be a support to a person struggling, but it's still the person in question who has to find the will in themselves to keep going. So I purposefully didn't make it into a romance-focused story where the reader "saves" Jinyoung because Jinyoung needed to forgive himself and "save" himself, but the way the reader supported him, showed him a different way of life and put things into a different perspective helped him tremendously to deal with everything that he was going through. They both helped each other, to be precise.

In my story, I wanted Yonghee to wake up from the start, but only after the boys forgive themselves, yet in the story films, I think there might be a different ending regarding Yonghee's condition. However, we can see the boys slowly coming together and moving on in their own way, and I wanted to showcase that same kind of hopefulness by the end of the story.

I'm super proud of CIX for having such a storyline, for taking it so seriously and for showcasing all the different ways a person can deal with such things and find some salvation. Super proud of them for their acting, too!

As for my story, I know it might not be able to do the storyline justice, but I hope it could spark something in your nevertheless. Thank you so so so much for reading it!❤️

If you want to read more stories of mine, let it be for CIX or for other bands, consider signing up for my taglist here.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 29

Stopping in his tracks the Admiral watched her irritated. (Y/N) stood against his powerful look and waited for things to calm down. Luckily the man before her sat down again, while lightening his cigar.

"A princess you say? Why didn't you tell us sooner? ", he asked interested, while observing her shaken form.

"and why were you traveling with one of Big mom's ships?", he added seriously.

Looking into the man's eyes, she found it terribly hard to lie. Her name was easy. In a way it was the truth. She still was a princess, but not in that way she was going to tell him. She didn't want to deny it, but there was no other way.

"I was brought to whole cake Island for a political marriage with one of Charlotte Linlin's sons.", she explained with tears in her eyes and let the Admiral's eyes widen for a moment.

"I..i took the chance of escape and left with this ship to leave this nightmare…", (Y/N) went on and felt her heart break.

"God Katakuri I love you…", she thought, while lying bitterly.

Akainu watched her shaken form calmly and thought about her words.

"I see.. So you wanted to hide your identity to avoid getting back to your island and facing this nightmare again. You must have been through a lot.. ", he spoke more to himself but for everyone to hear. Coby was stunned of the Admirals caring words. He himself felt his body shake in anger about this girl's story. (Y/N) nodded uneasy and brushed some tears away.

"You know that just meters under your feet, there is one of her sons imprisoned.", his voice let her gasp of shock and look down onto the floor. Katakuri was this close? And still it seemed so far away and out of her reach. Crying terribly she fell onto her knees and couldn't control her feelings anymore. Coby quickly came to her side and hugged her dearly, while giving the Admiral an angered look.

"Admiral, you think she's saying the truth?", one cadet asked uneasy, while watching the scene sadly.

"Look at her. Her feelings are totally honest. She is terrifyed. Just imagine escaping from an arranged marriage. Traveling far away, out of their territory, leave everything behind and then the moment you think to be out of their grasp, you are again in one building with one of these bastards. ", he spoke coldly and felt pity for this woman. He had to admit she fitted the title of a princess perfectly. She was spotless beautiful with a voice of an angel. Her speaking was well educated with a spark of a sweet rebellious mind. He couldn't tell exactly what made him feel this way, but she sure hit a soft spot under his strong appearance.

"You don't have to be afraid. As I told you, he is imprisoned and won't be able to get out. Ever.", he explained and got up from his seat to walk to her side. Coby watched his superior worried and pressed her body closer to his. (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm down. Thank god her outburst of emotions wasn't making her suspicious. He took the lie in an instant. Nevertheless she was still clueless of what to do now. How would it help her to get to her husband.

Looking up to Coby, who's look was worried directed to her, she slowly reached up to his face and brushed with one hand across his cheek with a thankful smile. Blushing madly he gave her space to let her get up. Her gaze met the serious one of the Admiral ,who was so close that she was completely covered by his shadow. His dangerous aura let her shiver, which let him sigh deeply.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I am the one who get rid of these bastards. Follow me.", he spoke shortly and left the room without to wait. Looking to Coby for a moment he wasn't sure either of what was going to happen. Quickly (Y/N) followed him, with Coby close by. Reaching the cellar it got dark around them. Coby had a bad feeling of his superior's intention and it got worse after they entered the cells. (Y/N) 's eyes widened of the sight before her. The walls were marked with blood, the air was unbearable heavy. The smell was disgusting and it was hot that sweat rolled down her forehead. Most of the cells were empty, others were filled with people who looked more dead than alive. It was terrifying how cruel someone could be. How merceless, they let these people die slowly in there. Her hands were shaking and she realized where he was going. Stopping before metal bars Akainu roughly pushed the doors open and entered emotionless. Shaken she stepped into the cell, which was ingulfed in darkness. No one was able to see a thing.

"Light.", he ordered sharply and quickly Coby light up the candles on the wall. With every light his silhouette was more noticeable. Gasping she shut her mouth with one hand and sobbed terribly.

He seemed unconscious. Hanging from the wall like a piece of meat. His whole body was marked with bruises and wounds.

"See I told you. You don't have to be afraid anymore. We marines are capable to arrest the cruelest monsters of the sea. We destroy everyone who dares to stand against the government and help people like you to have a better life.", he spoke proudly of his work and gave her frightened look a smirk.

Katakuri moved of the noise and tried to look up. He felt so exhausted of the past torture lesson that his vision was blurry.

" This bastard will soon pay for his crimes. ", he added and a growl erupted from Katakuri.

" (Y/N) "

Hearing her name let Katakuri's body stiffen. Was he dreaming? Did he really call his wife's name?

Slowly the Admiral placed a knife into her hands. Confused she looked up to his amused expression.

"You had a rough past. Caused by the big mom pirates. Want to take revenge? Feel free to let your anger out.", he spoke with a smile and couldn't wait to see her outburst of rage against this pirate, but he was only met with silence. Coby was about say something, but suddenly (Y/N) pointed the knife towards Akainu's chest.

" I gave a shit about such a revenge! I am not a monster and won't hurt someone defenseless.", she spoke angered and let the knife fall to the ground. Stunned everyone looked at the beautiful girl with open mouths, while Akainu laughed out loud.

Katakuri's heart was about to explode, after hearing her angered voice, but couldn't move an inch. Still confused and in pain he struggled to stay awake. He couldn't tell if this was really happening or he just was imagine things. Lifting his head he was able to see a glimpse of her beautiful hair and it let his heart race uncontrollably.

"Like I thought. You sure are a noble princess. That's the difference between a pirate. You have honorable standards, not like this trash. But believe me out there in this wide world you have to change your look on things, because it will cost your life..You have to learn to protect yourself." he spoke and walked out of the cell amused.

Looking back to Katakuri, she locked eyes with his widened ones. He couldn't believe it that she was standing before him. She couldn't believe it that after such a hard time she finally reached his cell. But she knew that she wasn't able to help him now. She wanted to run to his side so badly, but she couldn't yet. It pained so hard to be meters away and wasn't able to move closer. Katakuri could see her struggle and stayed by his cold expression. He didn't know what was going on, but he already knew that she was playing with her life. Slowly walking out of the cell it shattered her heart in pieces. How cruel could someone be? This man was a monster. Following him back to his office she stood still with a serious look. She really had enough of him, but more and more she realized how difficult their situation was.

"You have a strong will and I find it quite impressive that a young woman like you was able to get through this all alone.", he spoke with a short smile, which let the others gasp of surprise. (Y/N) wasn't sure what to say.

" Thank you for your kind words.", she spoke strained and shivered again of his sudden laugh.

" God your fine tone always got me. I am starting to feel like a royal myself. So (Y/N) are you interested to start a new life as a marine? ", he asked with a smirk and everyone got eyes like saucers.

"a… a. Marine? This sweetheart? Admiral Akainu are you sure?", one cadet spoke next to him shocked while his laugh got even louder.

"Yeah exactly I mean this lovely woman in front of me. What do you say?", he asked again and (Y/N) thought about it. Slowly a plan was created in her mind. A crazy one, a dangerous one, but it was a real chance. Or better her only chance.

"Thank you and I am sorry for my outburst before. I am still very confused and scared.. But I appreciate your kindness to let me stay… I will gladly accept your offer to start a new life, in condition to not let anyone know. I want to life in peace.. ", she spoke with a heartwarming smile, because finally there was a spark of hope for her husband. Stunned of her beauty he quickly turned around and got back to his desk to sit down.

"Captain Coby. Bring her to the sleeping barracks and give her a room. I will take care of the formalities", he spoke in his usual cold way.

Nodding quickly he took (Y/N) 's hand and dragged her out of the room.

"Admiral Akainu. Should we call this kingdom and inform them of her whereabout?", one cadet asked beside him and only got a chuckle back.

"No. They sure want to get her back. I want to give her a chance.", he spoke while preparing some papers for her entry. Gasping of shock the marines around him watched him like he became insane. Never was their Admiral missing a chance to find some hidden troubles.

"So we won't do any investigation?"

"And who will have a look on her and work with her?", they asked, some were hopeful to get this job with hearts in their eyes.

"Stop that nonsense!", he growled and everyone got pale like ghosts.

"Even if she is hiding something, she had the guts to stand against me. That's really impressive and showed me her will to fight. Her kingdom would only disturb, if we call them now. ", he smirked amused about her angered expression.

"I will take her under my wing. I give her the chance to get her noble revenge against the big mom pirates. "

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With quick steps (Y/N) followed Coby along the corridors and still had to calm her shaken hands. Relieved of finally being away she sighed in relief, while Coby was a nervous mess.

"God… What were you thinking? Speaking against the Admiral in such a way. You are lucky that he let you go…", he spoke frustrated, but also had to chuckle. (Y/N) felt kind of a deja-vu of his words and she had to hold back her tears. Shaking her head quickly she tried her best to hide her sadness.

Stopping in his tracks Coby looked at her sweet appearance and it reminded him of someone who was also playing with fire all the time.

"Is something wrong? Do you need a break? ", (Y/N) asked and gave him an innocent look. After facing the nightmare in person she still was able to be that kindly.

"You just remind me of someone.", he spoke happily of thinking about the straw hat captain.

Nodding she waited patiently for him to go on, while Coby started walking again.

"He is a pirate. A hothead if you ask me, but with a pure heart. He helped me to achieve my dream in becoming a marine. Sounds unbelievable right?", he started and got a small laugh from her.

"No why? Just because he is a pirate? He is still a human being. He sounds very nice.", she spoke while Luffy popped up in her mind. He would sure help her out, if he knew what trouble they were in. Hopefully he was okay out there.

"Yeah he is. And he had a big smile on his face like you. This straw hat…", he spoke and (Y/N) gasped surprised.

"You mean Luffy! I once met him.. Yeah once only for a short time..He is really nice.", she spoke and quickly stopped herself.

"God I was about to speak about pudding's tea party….how stupid.", she scolded herself mentally, while Coby was beyond happy to hear that she had met him too. Luckily he didn't ask further.

Reaching the marine barracks Coby stopped at a small door and gave her a key.

" This will be your room (Y/N). Don't lose the key and always make sure to avoid making a mess. Rest for awhile. I will get you for your duties.",he spoke, while she entered her new home. She didn't really care.

"I am glad that you are able to stay here. I will see if I could stay here too for awhile to help you out.", he smiled brightly.

"Thank you Coby for everything…", she spoke and finally she was able to be alone. The silence felt overwhelming and in an instant she fell onto her knees. Gasping she hid her mouth to silence her sobbing. Tears rolled down her face and she had to control her breathing. This image. This horrifying image of her husband. He was slowly dying. Fighting for every breath. Grabbing Puddings bag she looked inside for her ring. The black metal felt heavy in her palm.

"These bastards… You are the scum… You are the monster.", she whispered exhausted and balled her fist in anger.

"I will get you out of here. I will….", she spoke while getting up again. Her goal was clear now.

"I will stay here undercover and escape with you Katakuri."

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

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estellardreams · 10 months ago

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I've been thinking about so many seasons on the Sonic Ninjago AU and I'm dying to talk about the ones that are particularly interesting.

So... I'm pretty sure that based off of my art, Season 11 (which I think is underrated on both ends), Season 6 (Skybound, renamed Phantom), and Season 8 (Sons of Garmadon/Doom) specifically kept getting my attention. So... Let's talk about them.

A lot about them.

Season 6:

I cast Infinite in the role of Nadakhan for a few reasons. But the main reason is because of the "Wishing" plot line.

You see; Infinite comes from Null Space, which was disrupted due to the Dark Gaia incident (unbalanced energy). But he has the Phantom Ruby, a thing known to create illusions, from the get go.

So I twisted the wishing system so instead of a djinn it's a direct illusion to manipulate the wish into "coming true". Basically a false reality. Then Infinite would've crushed those illusions and break the ones he was tormenting.

And during this all, Infinite goes after multiple targets, but realized just how dangerous one of the Ninja was specifically, that being Tails. He was too smart for his own good, leading to Infinite capturing the kit during a fight and taking him to someplace, once again controlling the scenery using the Phantom Ruby and tormenting the fox with illusions. And this?

Infinite gave him that scar when Tails tried to fight back. Tails became half blind after that so when things were brought back to normal and the scar healed over, he just used a special blue contact to hide the fact he was blind.

His friends did try to rescue him, and Infinite began to torture them as well with his illusions. Once they gave in and "wished for it to go away", he'd trap them in the Phantom Ruby and grow stronger because of it.

And it was all up to Tails to rescue everyone and stop this before it got worse.

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Season 8:

Oh dear... Eclipse and Shadow's relationship is definitely the most enticing part of this saga. So... I'm gonna be brief on the characters relationship and what roles the two take on.

Harumi and Lloyd. Harumi is the adopted princess after losing her parents when the Great Devourer attacked, and is also the secret leader of the "Sons of Garmadon", an organization made to ressurect Garmadon himself, Lloyd's father.

The thing is, the Garmadon they wanted to bring back was only the evil oni side, and they had to gather the three oni masks and gather DNA samples of everyone he's related to or had a strong connection with to bring him back from the departed realm.

And what happened before Garmadon was resurrected? Harumi manipulating Lloyd, soon backstabbing him and later capturing him, forcing him to watch as his father was brought back from the dead with him and his mother as hostages.

Yikes. Now with that in mind... Eclipse is Harumi, Shadow is Lloyd. They have a brotherly bond, except... Its all fake.

Eclipse is the secret leader of the "Sons of Doom", and has discuised himself as a hedgehog to blend in, along with special contacts to turn his sclera white and his pupils a more... "friendly" color. He acted up the role of an abandoned child that got brought in by the royal family and "adopted". After the false alarm for an attack, the Ninja are let in the castle and allowed to stay along with help protect the pendant of Deception.

Shadow took an interest into Eclipse, who weirdly felt like him... He could never explain it, but felt like he had a connection.

So when the two began to bond and become friends, they developed this sweet dynamic of being brothers who looked out for each other. And Shadow became a lot more open as Eclipse did the same. But it was all a ploy... A trap to lure Shadow in close for Eclipse to control.

And it worked.

Eclipse got the Pendant of Hatred, and Shadow realized what was going on when it was too late. The two fought but... This was the first and very few times Shadow hesitated to hurt someone. And it got him and his sister, Maria, captured.

Black Doom got resurrected after that. And Shadow lost the fight to him. He lost his powers, and Season 9: Hunted begins.

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Season 11, Part 1:

Okay, specifically Metal Sonic and Sonic so I'll keep this short. Metal is not the Master of Metal.

It would've been a similar joke to "Shadow, Master of Shadow" but... By this canon's logic, a robot has never held elemental powers before. Until recently.

Metal stole Sonic's speed, making Sonic powerless and him strong enough to almost wipe out the rest of the Ninja Team. He keeps them locked away as he heads out to attack Station Square (Ninjago City).

And when he got his hands on the Forbidden Spinjitzu scroll, he was nearly unstoppable. That was, until Amy got her hands on her own scroll and managed to decimate him.

... And then she got sent to Boscage Maze.

Season 11, Part 2:

This iis what I call the Vine Chapter, since the first half is the Speed Chapter. Amy was discovered by Starline and hipnotized into becoming Queen Thorn, the ruler of the jungle.

And she committed so many crimes. She wiped out the Seedrian population. She overflowed the jungle so much many places became uninhabitable. Survival became a harder struggle with little sunlight and rain reaching to below the canopy.

And when the Ninja arrive, they quickly notice these odd corrupted plants and vines that seem to drain the life out of whatever they catch. They end up in a small village blocked off from the rest of the jungle, with Shadow soon heading off to find Amy after learning where she was: At the Queen's castle. He's unaware that Amy is the Queen, so it's definitely a shock when he does discover that.

Enter: Cosmo. The last of the Seedrians and taking the place of Akita, who was the last of the Formlings. The parallels between the two, even in canon, is unreal.

But Cosmo is seeking a sort of passive aggressive revenge against the Queen, training herself on how to use her plant magic along with tapping into more... Dark influences to do it. And Shadow felt like he's seen this before.

Because he was in a similar position: Training to use his powers and holding onto his darker influences to favor the Black Arm's success. So he knows where she's coming from and the two relate to each other somewhat over this.

And eventually the Megaflora, a creation Thorn made, attacks. Shadow gets captured and seperated from Cosmo, who almost dies, and is basically locked up in a vine wrapped tree tower. Hence... This sketch to image.

Vines to the limbs, keeping you trapped in place. And if it weren't for figuring out the plants weakness was Shadow able to escape. He confronted Thorn and tried to bring her back, but Starline's influence remained strong.

In fact, Thorn almost kills Shadow through strangling him using her vines! But before he died, she realized what she was doing and immediately released him, struggling to comprehend what she just did.

She notices the scroll. And rips it to shreds. And that's the end of it as she traps Starline, solidifying her regaining control over herself.

The damage is soon reversed by sheer energy and force, fixing the jungle for the most part. Now the main problem is returning home.

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Now for a few small extra things:

Season 5: Dark Gaia. I'm not sure if I'll include the idea of getting cursed or not but... Werehog Sonic feels tempting. He'd be like Cole in turning into a ghost via a curse and remains like that for a while until Day of the Dark Gaia to reverse it.

Season 15: Seabound. I have no idea what I wanna do for it, but I wanna include shape-shifting Merlings. I just think they're neat.

Season 16: Starfall. If Lloyd gets an Oni form, I want Shadow to have his own charged up alien form at some point. Also... Gonna rewrite that season entirely if I ever get to that.

Season 4: Tournament of Elements. Didn't know where to put this but Robotnik's plan for the tournament is to steal the powers of the elemental masters, use them to rebuild the Death Egg, and roboticize the entire world. As to why the Ninja are there? Rouge got kidnapped when trying to spy on him. She's basically Zane in this situation.

#sonic ninjago au #sonic #sonic au #ninjago au #text post #digital art #sonic fanart #🌸mine

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the-pjo-analyst · 1 year ago

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The Lightning Thief Summary

Here I was thinking I'd finish editing this today and still have plenty of time before the show airs and then they release the episodes early sjkdfhsdkfh

Anyway over a year later and it's done! Thank you for everyone who's been patient with my posts despite taking so long to finish. I'll put a pause on my book analyses so I can focus on reading the Trials of Apollo (I never finished the series,,,,,) so I can finally read all the new content we got this year! Maybe I'll make live posts as I read 👀 I kinda want to make posts about the tv show when it airs too.... we'll see :D

Until then, here's a summary of the first book:

Themes

The concept of home In terms of a physical place, Camp Half-Blood is the biggest example of this, as a sanctuary for demigods who struggle to survive and fit in in the regular world. I find it interesting how in every book something threatens the existence of CHB as a safe place. In this case it's something small, the hellhound that Luke brought in. Luke even says he did it so Chiron would believe camp wasn't safe and send Percy off on a quest. Each threat progressively gets worse, which forces the demigods to go on quests to either directly or indirectly save/help their home. There's also people as a place to call home, like how Sally is to Percy. Funny enough the motif of demigods going on quests to protect their home also applies to here because Percy doesn't accept his quest to save CHB, he does it to save his mom, the only person at that point he felt at home with. Because brain is hardwired to think about percabeth all the time I'll put this out in the open: Percy and Annabeth stand on opposite ends of the "what is home" spectrum at the beginning, Percy's being a person and Annabeth's being a place, and then they kinda switch with Percy finding a home at CHB and Annabeth learning to call her mortal family home. But haha psyche it's actually them growing to call each other home. Like when Percy is on the fence whether to stay at camp for the year or not, a major reason he decides against it is bc Annabeth won't be there. And then Annabeth would never have considered living with her dad again is Percy didn't encourage her.

Supporting others and having support from loved ones This pops up a lot in the book and it's an important driving force for a lot of the characters: Percy having a loving mother, the trio having each other's backs throughout their quest, the trio supporting each other's goals, even Poseidon watching over Percy. When they're at their lowest, when they think about giving up, they all had someone who picked them back up, someone who eased the pain a little, and that helped them keep going and lift them up. On the topic of Percy vs Luke, this is a major point that distinguishes the two as heroes. Percy has a support system that he can fall back to when he makes mistakes or bad things happen to him while Luke doesn't, not really. Although it's hard to tell from Percy's pov whether Luke had any close friends or not, it doesn't seem like he had anyone to confide in (at least after Thalia). He's left to stew in his negative emotions, another reason why he was so easy to be manipulated.

Identity Maybe too early to really talk about this, but the first book introduces this idea of how characters identify themselves, and especially who they identify with. Demigods being categorized demigods by their godly parent and also them choosing whether to identify by that or not. On the flip side, demigods feeling lost or not seen when they either aren't claimed or don't have a cabin to truly call theirs. There's also Annabeth who practically grew up in this system and internalized it, and came to find there's more to the world than just who your godly parent is. And Percy on the opposite side again lmao, who considers himself Sally Jackson's son first and foremost, and then learns to accept Poseidon in his life in whatever form it entails.

Worship of the gods and broken systems Probably the most important theme to the plot line of the series. I talked a lot about this in terms of Percy vs Luke for my ch 21 and 22 posts, essentially how demigods' over-reliance on the gods breeds a flawed and defective system. A subtheme for this is the gods and responsibility: who gets blamed for the actions of the gods? are the gods obligated to claim and acknowledge their children? I think what makes Percy the perfect Child of the Prophecy is that he has never relied on the gods as omniscient and almighty beings to give him what he needs, he instead relies on his own power, and that allows him to work with the gods to create change in future books. He never had a moment where he worshiped the gods and also never had a moment of disillusionment bc he was immediately thrust into a situation that revealed out broken the system was as soon as he was brought into the world of immortals. He sees the gods and their world as they are, both the good and the bad.

Characters

Percy: I'll just summarize his core qualities since I talk too much about this kid 😂: Percy is strong-minded and doesn’t back down easily, he has high integrity, he’s incredibly loyal to his friends and stands up for them, he heavily relies on his instincts and is impulsive, he's also very street-smart! he's impertinent lol and doesn't take well to authority if he feels it isn’t deserving or fair, he loves loves loves his mom, he always fights to protect, he has an incredibly low self-esteem and desires others to see beyond the trouble that follows him, he doesn't like "bothering" people with his problems. His sass and spite probably formed as a defense mechanism against his low self-esteem and the abusive environment he grew up in. It's interesting reading the book while fully looking at Percy's characteristics in terms of how growing up with Gabe affected him. For example, if he had a stable home, would his self esteem be as low as it is?

This pops up at the end and becomes hugely important in the later books, but Percy tends to take on responsibilities way too personally and they tend to become fixations. After Luke's betrayal, Percy is like I have to go find him and I can't just sit around while Luke is planning to destroy the world. He's like,,,, proactive to a fault.

Traits he probably gets as a child of Poseidon bc I love discussions that try to pinpoint this: the inability regulate strong emotions, like his temper; his brooding expression that gives him the air of a troublemaker and loose canon; his difficultly in following the rules; obv his love of beaches too.

Annabeth: As I've said before, Annabeth makes a good foil for Percy as the logical and book-smart person to Percy's heavy emotions and instincts. She's introduced as someone who's opposing to Percy in almost every way: someone who's entire world is her godly parent and the immortal world, who relies on her brain first before anything else, who's a bit manipulative, who's very confident in her abilities. But they also have some similarities: where Annabeth has faced lots of abandonment and Percy has faced a lot of rejection, and from these experiences they both have come to desire acknowledgement of their worth and the good in them. And they come to find these things in each other. It's also important to note how they learn from one another on their quest, like Percy starting to form strategies in his battles and Annabeth finding that the immortal world isn't everything.

Annabeth's aspirations and fatal flaw are very much tied together, since she's learned growing up that she can only rely on herself to do things right, plus having incredible pride as a child of Athena, led to her developing hubris. And it goes hand-in-hand with her desire for something permanent since she's never had something stable prior to arriving at camp. Her dream to be an architect allows her to both create something that will last eternity and make her stamp on the world.

Grover: The growth for Grover is a little less prominent compared to Percy and Annabeth. He's introduced as being meek with low-confidence but he has Big Dreams for that Tiny Body. It's really because he has Percy and Annabeth that he's able to grow and gain more confidence in himself, without them his aspirations would just be a pipe dream (I'm sorry I made an accidental pun lol). Grover rises to the occasion because he has people who believe in him and frequently tell him so and he also wants to meet those expectations. And that support takes physical form at the end of the book, both with Grover gaining his searcher license and him getting a growth spurt. You can see with your eyes how much he's matured, filling into the shoes of the person he wants to be in a literal sense.

Luke: Whereas Annabeth is different from Percy in every way but the ones that really matter, Luke is similar to Percy in every aspect except ones that really matter. He's a very caring and supportive person, so much so that he takes Percy under his wing when no one else does when Percy arrives at camp. He sees a broken system in the immortal world and wants something better for demigods. And yet he's also incredibly selfish, he leans more into putting himself and his desires first before anything else. He had relied too much on the gods to fix and provide everything and becomes bitter when that doesn't happen. Despite being a source of support for others, he doesn't have that for himself. And because of these differences, Luke is way more susceptible to Kronos' influence than Percy is. Kronos can offer glory and power and self gratification, and where Percy would refuse because it goes against his morals and who he is (someone who thinks about others before himself), Luke is more likely to be swayed.

Honestly Luke seems like a "what if" in comparison to Percy. What if Percy lost his mom? What if he was left at camp when he was younger? What if Percy never found a support system? All the examples I'm thinking of boil down to Percy having a parental figure that guides him and teaches him important lessons, while Luke doesn't lmao.

There's two sides in Luke, love vs anger, kindness vs selfishness, gods vs titans, celestial bronze vs steel, and this conflict appears frequently throughout the series. I want to see what moments this conflict shows itself in the later books!

Other things to keep in mind for the series when I continue reading and other notes:

Does Percy have claustrophobia? Or does it only show up at St Louis lol

The parallels between Percy and Luke

Ways Percy and Annabeth get closer and learn from one another

[B2 Summary]

#i can finally officially put my book back on my shelf lmao #did tumblr recently update their text posts i hate it #it's so buggy #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #the lightning thief #tlt analysis #pjo meta #pjo analysis #without further ado i'm watching the first ep rIGHT NOW

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xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx · 2 years ago

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A Son’s Destiny Chapter 24 Sneak Peek

@titty-teetee

The boots on Lena‘s feet were killing her as she paced back-and-forth in front of the Charming police station. Checking her phone periodically, she had realized that it had only been another 25 minutes, and she still had no news on Jax. If she didn’t think it would make things worse, she would have taken her chances and stormed right back inside.

Actually, she was very much tempted to until she watched Jax finally make his way out of the station. The relief she felt in her gut was a much needed welcome.

“Oh, thank God.” Lena quickly rushed over to her Old Man, desperately throwing her arms around his neck.

Jax then wrapped his own arms around Lena’s waist, pulling her soft body against his hard one. He himself was relieved to see that she was doing okay, but a little irritated she was out here in the first place.

The pair hugged quietly for a moment, before Lena pulled back, her hands framing his bearded face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Lee.” Jax gave her curvy hip a gentle squeeze, his blue eyes boring into her brown ones. “What are you doing here?“

Lena stood taken aback. “That’s a dumb question. You know why I’m here, Jax. I’ve been here since they brought you in last night.“

“Jesus,“ Jax hissed, stepping out of Lena’s hold. He then ran a hand across his tired face, subtly yanking the hair on his chin. “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

Lena shook her head, immediately seeing the look in Jax’s eye. It was the same look he gave her yesterday when he told her to leave him and Charming. “We’re not doing this again, Jax. We talked about this just last night, before Sack’s funeral. I told you, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Why are you so intent on pushing me away?”

Jax took a step toward Lena, now grabbing her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing the apples of her brown cheeks. “I don’t know exactly what happens now, Lee. Shit’s just gonna get worse before it gets better.“

Lena reached for the lapels of his kutte, gripping it tightly. “We’ve been through worse before, Jax.”

“What happened last night was just the tip of the iceberg.” He countered with the tilt of his head.

“Is this your attempt at trying to scare me?” Lena looked up at him, stepping closer into his embrace. “Because it ain’t working. If I can handle what AJ Weston did to me,” she felt Jax wince under her touch, but she forced him to keep his focus on her, “then I can handle anything.”

“Can you?”

Lena gave Jax a warm smile, before pulling him by his kutte toward her awaiting mouth. Their lips connected in a bruising, but tender kiss. Jax kissed her back with the same enthusiasm, still holding her face in his hands.

Lena was the first to pull away, and whispered, “I love you, Jax.”

Then the sound of roaring engines broke the pair apart. Jax and Lena turned to watch the procession of SAMCRO bikes pulling into the CPD parking lot and parking in perfect unison. Clay was the first to hop off, removing his helmet and setting it on the handle. At the same time, Unser was now making his way back out of the station himself.

Lena knew what this meant and that Jax was now in good hands. She turned back to him, kissing his unsuspecting lips one last time. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Jax looked down at her, his hands now rubbing her shoulders, before leaning down to kiss her again.

Lena gave him a small, comforting smile and turned to head toward her car, but not before receiving a hug from Clay, on the way.

Jax then watched as Lena started the engine to her Mustang and drove off the parking lot.

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the-tickly-faerie · 2 years ago

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Ok prompt: Lee!Hunter, Ler!Darius: Darius training Hunter maybe with abominations and such to distract him with tickles?

Tickly Training

a/n I watched the new Owl house episode and it made me sad so I wrote this lol. I hope it's good! This is like 1000+ words. Warning Major fluff ahead like cavity-inducing fluff. you have been warned.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Bonesborough, with no signs of boiling rain. Kids were playing outside, and young witches were training. One young witch in particle had finally gotten his guardian(dad). Hunter had been begging Darius to train him since he started living with the abomination head. At first, Darius just wanted Hunter to relax from all the crazy stuff that had happened over the past month or so, but Hunter was persistent. He always brought up how he needed to learn what his new magic could do. A good agreement, but Darius was stubborn and made hunter relax as much as he could. After asking and asking Darius finally agreed with a tired but playful smile. He was just happy Hunter was a lot happier and healthier, both physically and mentally.

“Alright Hunter, we aren’t going to be any type of hard training. We are just going to take it easy-”

“Darius I don’t want you to go easy on me! I won’t get better if you to challenge me! Plus I’ve had way worse done to me so you don’t need to worry!” Hunter flashed a smile, while somehow talking cheerfully about his dark past. Darius reminded himself that Hunter need to get him a therapist.

“I understand that little prince but- how do I put this. So think of today kinda like a stretch to get your body moving before we get to the heavier stuff. Today is just to ease you back in. Does that make sense?” Darius knows the blonde hates pity so he knew he had to put it in a way that it didn’t sound like pity.

“Oh I guess that’s smart,” Hunter responded once he understood that it was like stretching.

“All lets start with actual stretching to warm up.” Darius led Hunter through some simple stretches while maybe poking him in the belly and slightly tickling him, just to get him giggling. He thought Hunter’s giggles were brighter and more warm than the sun. He has worked hard to make sure his little prince(son) smiled more.

First thing they started with was simple dodging. Darius made some abominations to chase after and try to corner hunter. Hunter, in response, would teleport or easily dodge. It was easy for Hunter, Darius knew that but again easy stuff. But Hunter decided that he would take this to playfully be cocky to Darius. Darius loved the banter, because he knew that Hunter felt save to be able to do that.

“Wow this is so easy Darius, I though you were like this big tough coven head? Maybe your the one that needs training,” Hunter said with cockiness in his voice.

“Oh please blondie, if I wanted you I could take you down easily.”

“Nope you can’t! I’m to cool for you” Hunter knew that Darius totally could but it was fun to tease the older man.

“Little prince, we both know that you can barely handle getting tickled on your tummy. If your enemies knew that they could take you down from that, while cooing about how absolutely adorable you laughter and smile is,” Darius loved to point out that Hunter was extremely ticklish, a side effect of being incredible touched starved. Tickling was a way that they could bond and it encouraged Hunter to laugh and that it was ok to be a kid.

“Hey! Thats not true!” Hunter blushed furiously. Darius just chuckled. They go back and forth. Each time getting a little harder. At one point Darius decided to test if Hunter was still good at looking at his surroundings. He summoned a couple abmoninations infront of the boy, while putting one at the back. He and Hunter go back and forth teasing Hunter destorying the abominations. Then suddenly without warning Hunter is lifted and trapped in the arms of an abomination.

“What? Darius this is cheating,” Hunter started squriming. He never noticed that Darius summoned one behind him. He started frowning and feeling like he wasn’t as good as he used to be. Darius let him down from the abomination and walked up to him and put a hard on his shoulder.

“Don’t look sad and don’t worry about that I was just testing. It’s all about learning,” the dad sense could tell that Hunter was beating himself down.

“I used to be so good at surveying my surroundings! I was the golden guard for titan’s sake,” Hunter could feel himself getting frustrated. Darius but his hand under the boys chin and lifted his head gently making Hunter look at him.

“Hunter is okay not to be good at everything. You are learning that’s why we are training. To get better. So stop beating yourself up. You did great.”

“I didn’t though! You went easy on me! I should have been better.”

“I don’t like seeing you sad, so i think you should laugh.” Immediately Hunter knew what Darius meant, and he started to blush. He was now distracted from not being the best, he was now focused on the fact that Darius was getting closer with tickle claws.

“Darius, no I’m not sad anymore! No tick- um, none of those.” Hunter could feel the butterflies swarm his belly and giggles fill up him throat. Hunter started to move backward, Darius moving forward with a smirk.

“Oh I think you do need tickle little prince. I need to hear you laugh to prove to me that you aren’t even thinking about the thought that you aren’t [erfect and it bad.” Hunter decided that this would be a good time to turn the other direction and run. Of course Darius saw this coming, as Hunter tended to do this when the promise of tickles was made. So Darius summon an abomination to grab Hunter and bring him to Darius.”

“Darharhius nohoh, I don’t nehed them,” the closer Hunter got Darius the more he squirmed and giggles fly out of him. Before he knew it, Darius was right near him.

“Oh hello little prince,” that was all was said before Darius started tickling Hunter’s belly. His squirming had accidentally made his shirt his up, ‘bad’ for hunter great for Darius. As soon as Darius’s fingers touches Hunter’s tummy, all the giggles hunter was hiding flew out.

“Darhahrius nohohoh *snort*.”

“Awww there we go. There’s that adorable laugh filled with those snorts! See you not even thinking about earlier.” Darius moves his fingers between Hunter’s belly and his hips. Hunter was full on belly laughing and squirming furiously.

“Oh my, you are being a wiggle worm. Maybe I should start calling you giggle prince or wiggle prince.”

“Nohohoho nohoht thahat nihicknahame,”

“No? Okay I’ll stick with little prince just for you.”

Hunter’s face was getting redder and redder obviously flustered beyond belief. Hunter was feeling better and lighter completely forgetting about feeling sad. Tickling did really make him feel better, even if it was embarrassing and flustering.

Darius decided to end with a the most ticklish thing that was known to man. The dreaded raspberries. He took a large breathe and placed a giant ticklish raspberry on Hunter’s neck. Hunter’s laugh rises in octaves, so high Darius was actually surprised of how high it got.

“DHAHAHAHAD,” Hunter screeched, accidentally calling Darius, dad. After the massive rise in octave his laugh go silent and he fell limp completely tickled pink. Darius let hunter get the rest of his giggles out and when he was sure Hunter would fall over from phantom tickles, he had the abomination let him down.

“Now no more bad-mouthing yourself alright? Or I’ll do that again.” Darius said putting his arm around the blonde boy. Said blonde boy smiled and nodded. Neither mentioned the fatherly name that Hunter screeched out, but it warmed Darius’s heart to know that Hunter thought of him like that.

“Now let's go inside you need a shower,” Darius said ruffling his hair already messed-up hair. The two walked back to Darius’s house.

#ler!darius #lee!hunter #the owl house tword #the owl house tickle #toh tickles #tickle fic #tickles #tickle blog #the owl house #i'm sad so i wrote fluff

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cultofdixon · 2 years ago

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A Force of Nature [Pt. 1]

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her to They/Them Pronouns • Stepping up into the father role took a lot of guts for Daryl, but it was a challenge worth taking. Even if the world tested him plenty • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Injuries / Illness / Canon Violence • I got lost with ages cuz TWD makes it confusing, this is my formal apology

“Please tell me it’s not real” Carol follows Rick to their cellblock after the group from the run came back. “Rick, who would do such a thing?!”

“Monsters who can’t take care of their children the second bad things happen” Rick frowns opening the curtain to Hershel’s cell finding Daryl on the bottom bunk holding the six year old he and Glenn found. “Holy shit”

“Easy with the language” Hershel states continuing to listen to her heartbeat even if it was still pounding after what had happened.

“Tell me what happened out there”

“We were just. Doing a run. Getting supplies. Formula and any food related was priority. Then we found an old school that did have people taking up camp in it. But she was…the only survivor”

Daryl held the child the entire time Glenn was talking about how they found her and Hershel checking her of anything. The entire time he felt her shift and hold onto his arm tighter than before whenever her condition was brought up.

The two had found her locked up in a supply closet, starved and shaking. Covered in dirt, had some cuts on her face and arms, a few bruises. Daryl didn’t hesitate for a second when her first action was to cry and hold her arms up. He didn’t expect to be this attached to a child the second he held her. But given some of the damage done to her when they first saw her, he knew that was a form of punishment done to her. As much as it did save her from whatever killed the rest of their camp, she was forever going to have what happened to her in the back of her mind.

“Are you okay?”

Daryl looks up from his spot on the floor next to his bunk that currently held the sleeping child. Carol brought herself more into the cell as she sat across from him on the floor.

“No”

“Has she talked since you and Glenn came back with her?” Carol frowns worried for the child herself. “Could make something real quick for her”

“It’s fine. She sleepin’. Don’t wanna disturb her” Daryl frowns as the smallest sound made from shifting in the bed caused him to quickly sit up and check on her even if she was just readjusting. “Need another blanket…it was awful. Thought takin’ down the Governor was a hellish display…but where we found’er…worse” he kept his voice at a whisper for the kid as Carol couldn’t help but notice the crack in his voice when saying that.

A lot was happening in that moment. Infusing old Woodbury people. Assigning work. Making the prison more homey. Grieving what was lost.

Daryl couldn’t stop himself from thinking when he was a kid. Having nobody in his corner, especially when Merle left. He’s not just going to sit there and let her suffer like he did.

________

They’ll never have the life like he’s had growing up

“The one time I bring my son out here, your kid isn’t here?” Carol scoffs jokingly knowing they couldn’t be that far from the camp Daryl has set up along the river.

“Dog is with’em. They’ll be back after checking the snares”

“You let your child do that? Granted…I’m not surprised. They are your kid. They probably know a lot of things only the Daryl Dixon would” Carol smiles making the archer roll his eyes while he set up the fire for them.

Henry was getting his blanket from their wagon when a dead rabbit was suddenly tossed in his line of sight. His scream scared both Carol and Daryl but given the slap sound that followed. Clearly—

“Hey you hit my fucking kid, I’ll hit you back”

“THEY HIT ME!” Henry snaps gesturing to the red hand print on his face once he got into the light of the fire. Daryl squints for a moment before letting it slide as Carol groans annoyed.

“Y/N what did Henry even do this time?” Carol couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her when she was trying to be serious. But the look on his face grew sour before returning to shock when Y/N had snuck up on him once again.

“STOP THAT”

“STOP YELLING OR ILL SMACK YOU AGAIN” Y/N snaps making their way to Daryl and setting down the two rabbits the snares provided. With the addition of Dog dropping a walker hand by his feet making him grimace while kicking it into the flames.

“Asshole”

“Oh yeah? You’re lucky I got caught in one of those fuckers or I’d wrestle your ass to the ground!”

“Woah Woah. Back track” Carol interrupts the two only for Y/N to immediately retract. “No this ain’t back to when you were eight and stubborn with check ups. If you’re hurt. You’re hurt. Come on” she points to the tree stump she was going to sit on.

Daryl quickly got up from his position moving to Y/N’s side not caring for the rabbits anymore as Carol helped the teen take their jacket off which was covering the damage. Thinking they could patch themselves up without any of them knowing, but of course Henry had to strike a nerve that lead to them just spilling the beans anyway.

“Hun, can you get one of the canteens?” Carol asks of her son, finally showing that one of the snares didn’t place right and clamped onto Y/N’s arm before they could retract fast enough. “How come you didn’t holler for any of us? We’ll do a pressure dressing for now…but I think they should come with us to Hilltop to get it better checked out”

“But I—-“

“I’m coming, kid. Don’t stress about that part.” Daryl states checking the wound himself as the two were helicoptering Y/N for a moment which made Henry uncomfortable.

“You should just be better at opening traps”

“And I’d like to see you fight with more than a stick, we’re both disappointed” Y/N frowns wincing when Carol started to flush out the wound, her whispering apologizes as she does such. “I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing? Accidents happen” Carol reassures seeing the same worried look on their face when they were younger appear. She couldn’t help but hold Y/N for just a moment knowing the stress they’re trying to endure from such an injury.

Only for it to bring back that older feeling of stress.

________

Daryl anxiously held Y/N’s almost lifeless body from when the flu came through the prison as he had gotten there in time to get Hershel the medicine to help save their people. She hasn’t quickly bounced back like the others have but she wasn’t going to die either. Simply rest in his embrace breathing slowly.

“How she doin’?” Maggie pulled Daryl out of his thoughts as he glances at her for a second.

“Hasn’t entirely woken up. For longer than a minute”

“Guessing that’s when you readjust”

“Mhm” Daryl frowns keeping her close as Maggie brought herself to sit beside him for a moment while Glenn slept in the cell next door. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger”

“That’s what kids do, but hey. She’s got a good parent now” Maggie smiles watching the twitch in the corner of his lips when she said such. He kind of likes this, but the anxiety? Not so much

________

“Uncle Aaron!” Y/N screams happily running over to the man who happily hugged the teen. “Why are you here?!”

“Don’t tell Michonne” Aaron zipped up his mouth watching Y/N do the same with a smile. They next gesture for him to lean down to their level. “Yeah?”

“Have you told you know who yet?” Y/N whispers with a devilish smile seeing Aaron get flustered at the question. “Cuz I think he likes yea too”

“You may be Daryl’s kid, but you’re still learning about being observant like him. I don’t think you know who does”

“Mmmmm gotta rip the bandage off” Y/N smiles patting his shoulder, letting him straighten up continuing to smile at the teen.

The two suddenly flinch to Daryl yelling Y/N’s name.

“See Enid!” He snaps watching Y/N give him a thumbs up before running over to the medical trailer. “Goddamn kid”

“Sorry if I knew I was stopping them from something pressing I would’ve—-“

“Nah it’s alright. Yer their favorite uncle and we don’t visit Alexandria as much as we used to” Daryl frowns parking his bike with Aaron following.

Part of Daryl wishes he didn’t rope Y/N in his endeavors on finding Rick. But the other, is solely Y/N not wanting to leave his side.

________

“She’s 9”

“They’re 9” Aaron corrects Michonne hearing her apologize immediately after. “Why is this a council decision? Daryl is their dad. If he wants to leave and look for Rick, it’s either he brings them without their input. Or asks what they want and goes from there”

“As much as what happened…is affecting most of us still” Michonne frowns resting her hand on her belly. “They can still have a normal life, this isn’t normal and Daryl should’ve force them to join him”

“Michonne. This is Daryl and what he told me about Y/N? They aren’t going to separate any time soon…you are the same with Judith. You love her. Care about her. Want what’s best for her. But you also don’t want her to ever leave your side”

“Aaron…”

“Come on” Aaron guided Michonne to the streets of Alexandria to watch the display outside of Daryl’s town house.

Daryl knelt in front of the nine year old helping them zip up their jacket as Y/N fiddles with the gloves he made them put on. He watches them get situated with everything before noticing their attention on Aaron and Michonne. How can you not notice them watching? But as he started to walk over and tell Michonne they were leaving, Michonne watched Y/N trail behind him and eventually take his hand. That small interaction gave enough to ease her.

“We’re headin’ off”

“Be safe, especially you” Aaron smiles High giving Y/N as they let go of Daryl’s hand for a second to hug both of them.

“We’ll find him, Michonne” Daryl reassures her as she held Y/N for a moment longer before letting the two head out.

________

“Can I come?”

“Nah, you stay here with Carol and Henry. I’ll be back with Eugene” Daryl states seeing Y/N blankly stare at him causing him to get a little annoyed. “Spit it out kid”

“Take Dog at least…” They frown crossing their arms as they developed the same habit Daryl does. Indirectly saying “be careful”.

Daryl nods whistling for said Mal to join him, Aaron, and Jesus. He was the last to leave Hilltop as he couldn’t help but make sure Y/N went to somebody they trust before he headed out. In this case it was Carol.

“I’m gonna see if Tara needs help with anything, see you later?” Y/N informs the two before leaving as Henry couldn’t help the scoff to escape him.

“What?” Carol nudges him to spill the beans as Henry couldn’t help it anymore.

“How are they just babied so much and still trusted more than me?! I’m 17! They’re 15!”

“Henry if only you knew—-“

“If this is going to be the whole “I was privileged” talk I don’t wanna hear it mom” Henry crosses his arms looking at Carol only to realize after saying such that he was a bit rude with his tone. “Sorry. I just. Confused on how that works”

“Because you’ve been protected all your life. They were not” Carol wraps her arm around his shoulders kissing his temple. “Besides. Y/N would do anything to stick with Daryl but they don’t always argue with him if he asks for them to stay”

“Babied…”

“You’re babied. By dad. So…?” She smiles, laughing a bit to the eye roll response from her boy.

When news of the group returned to hilltop, Y/N stepped out of the med trailer with Siddiq and Rosita. They slowly started to approach the scene and was immediately stopped by Rosita pulling them back. But the sight of Daryl and a few Hilltop folk taking a lifeless Jesus off the back of the horse, was too much.

“Y/N—-Hey, come on” Rosita frowns tugging at them to move but they tensed up when every part of them wanted to run over or run away.

Yet they stood there stuck at the sight clenching onto their shirt feeling their anxiety claw at them.

“Y/N…” Rosita started to get worried as she brought herself around to their front carefully resting her hands on their face watching the tears suddenly start to pour. “Oh hun…” she pulled them into her embrace letting them latch onto her for just a moment.

Then once they let go of Rosita, Y/N quickly ran over to Aaron latching onto him without a second thought. As the gesture caused them both to fall apart even more.

“I knew he loved you too, Aaron…” Y/N whispers feeling his arm tighten around them as his sobbing became more pronounced.

After burying their another of their family, Michonne came up with a sick idea regarding their most recent prisoner.

“No!”

“Daryl, they might—-“

“I’d rather have my trauma exploited. Not my damn kid’s”

“It’s just that they’re close in age Daryl…it’s not the end of the world to at least try and see if Y/N can get Lydia to share more about her mother” Tara frowns keeping the calmness in her voice when trying to convince Daryl but everyone was on edge after what happened to Jesus and Y/N hasn’t talked to him about how they’re feeling yet about it. He doesn’t want to trigger something to happen.

“I’ll ask…but if they say no—-“

“Then it’s no” Michonne reassures him before needing to take care of another matter leaving Lydia in their hands.

And it was.

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“Hey…you okay?” Michonne frowns sitting beside Y/N as they drew their attention back to Judith who was currently playing with the chalk Daryl had found her on a run forever ago. “Y/N, is this about where Daryl went…? He said he would come back for y—-“

“When what? Come back for me when what…what markers gotta be met? Cuz I know he ain’t ever coming back if it’s once he finds Rick…” and that’s when the regret sunk in as they felt the tears start streaming. “I believe he’s alive but Da—Daryl shouldn’t have to leave for so long…he could treat it like our runs..not like. Whatever this is…”

Michonne didn’t know how to ease their anxiety given she feels a bit at fault. She didn’t tell Daryl to go find him, but she was thankful someone was doing it. When Y/N came back with Daryl once because they were sick, Michonne thought he was staying. But he left during the night to keep searching and left Y/N where they would be safe.

“I…” Y/N croaked a bit, trying to get the painful words out as they kept pinching at their fingers. Watching Michonne’s hand come into view taking a hold of one and letting them squeeze it with both of theirs. “I was already abandoned…why did it have to happen again”

“Daryl didn’t abandon you. He would never. He’s doing this for family. He’d do the same for you, even more.”

The tears continued to roll off their cheeks as the teen brought themselves to rest their head on Michonne’s shoulder. Letting her wrap her arm around them bringing them close.

“He’ll be back, I promise”

•

When Leah turned up and left, Daryl sat on the porch to the cabin in the woods with Dog for a moment. Then it hit him.

“Fuck” He reaches into his pack rummaging through it like a mad man to find a Polaroid he was afraid of losing ever since it was taken. “I’m fuckin’ terrible…”

As the gates to Alexandria open and Dog came running through confusing the few that stood by to greet Daryl on his return. Aaron couldn’t help but pet the dog being a tad distracted until he felt Daryl’s hand on his shoulder.

“Where’s my kid?”

“With Michonne, have been all day.” Aaron frowns watching his friend’s expression become even more full of worry. “Nothing happened to them, Daryl. They’ve just been a little…I don’t know”

“Been what? Aaron don’t—-“

“Triggered. Lonely? It has been a year, Daryl”

Shit. Daryl thought whistling for Dog’s attention so that he could follow him on his way to the Grimes’ residence in Alexandria. He stood in front of the door feeling the same anxiety like he did waiting outside Leah’s which brought on all kinds of regretful emotions. He shouldn’t have left them behind. For what? Someone who made him choose…he could’ve had it all…with an awkward conversation in the middle of it…but all along

It should’ve just been the two of them.

Right as Daryl was about to knock on the door, it swung open revealing Y/N who was all decked out in their gear. He was coming back for them and they were going to go out and find him.

“Hey kid I’m so—-“ Daryl was cut off by them suddenly latching onto him. He stopped trying to finish his sentence, hugging his kid tight feeling awful hearing them sob.

“Please don’t go…don’t leave me behind”

“I ain’t going anywhere without yea kid, I promise”

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Alpha arrived to retrieve her daughter but as the conversation continued and was disturb by the cries of the baby in the pack of Whispers. She looks toward the mother and glares for a second, resulting in the baby being left.

One second Y/N was beside Daryl at the guard stand, next thing they weren’t. He only started to panic when things escalated which means Connie emerging from the corn field to save the baby. But right as he was about to step down, he saw knives being tossed from a great distance and knew them from anywhere.

“Goddamn it kid!” Daryl snaps quickly heading down and going around to get out of hilltop with company following.

The lumber collection was revealed to have a hatch to outside the walls and that’s what got them out in time only to watch Connie come toward them with the baby. Y/N no where to be seen causing Daryl’s anxiety to get the best of him until he heard their familiar rage filled grunting they express when fighting somebody. In this case, a Whisperer they managed to get on the shoulders of tumbling out of the cornfield.

Y/N quickly drove their knife into the whisperer’s neck taking them out but Daryl quickly grabbed them. Tossing them off and crushing the person’s head in for even touching his kid. That once the dust settled he found out they had gotten hurt by said person.

“I appreciate you defending Connie but—-“

“I could’ve died. We don’t know…w-we don’t know what exactly they’re capable of. But they left a baby. A baby. For fucking walkers!”

“Y/N…”

“I…I don’t think giving Lydia was the right idea. But what they did is inexcusable” Y/N frowns patting their chest for Dog to jump up on them as they would pet him to ease some of their fears. “I don’t want anything to bad happen…”

“You’ll be safe, alright? Nothin’ gonna happen to you or any of us”

Then of course, his kid is exactly just like him.

Stubborn.

“You ain’t coming”

“Connie is”

“Yeah cuz she’s an adult”

“That you know no ASL to communicate, I understand fast action—-“

“You don’t know it either. And she’s got….” Daryl stops himself as he watches Y/N tap Connie as the two started to sign to one another. He was even more confused but Y/N knowing will become useful later.

My dad doesn’t believe me that I know Y/N frowns to Connie as she gave them a worried look. Henry told me what he was doing, and I let him go. I need to help you

And you will. But your safety, and Henry’s. Comes first Connie emphasizes before taking out her notepad writing for Daryl to understand that Y/N is coming with them even if his glare was obvious to them both.

“Don’t let them out of your sight” Daryl states watching Y/N interpret for Connie as she gave him a thumbs up. “When did yea learn this?”

“When you’ve been in Alexandria for a while, mostly against your will” They hissed. “You start to explore and read a lot of the literature around”

“You even know five dollar words, and you still snapped at the teacher before the bridge collapse”

“I either learn from you or by myself. I ain’t trusting anymore total strangers” They state only for Connie to playfully hit them in the arm after reading their lips. You’re the exception they signed before the group finally left to search for Henry.

Which lead to hiding in an abandoned building with Henry AND Lydia.

“Y/N let me out I can help”

But they couldn’t do anything in the moment, Y/N was occupied with covering Connie’s back and taking down the son of a bitch that got Henry in the leg. Which when Lydia broke down the door to get to the two.

When Daryl came down to the group after taking down Beta, from his knowledge, he quickly assessed the situation and decided to head to Alexandria first given its closer. Take care of everything and by the next day, they’ll make their way to the Kingdom.

“Connie’s gonna keep an eye on yea, and you keep an eye on Dog. Alright?” Daryl frowns seeing Y/N’s worried look in Henry and Lydia’s direction as he brought his arm around them catching their attention once more. “We’ll be back before you know it. Make sure nothin’ happens to Henry or Lydia”

But…

They couldn’t have predicted what happened next

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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Whumptober Day 14: Left for Dead

We're still on the Vampire AU kick for today's @whumptober but this one is a La Squadra case fic!

Prompt: Left for dead, hunting gear, 'i want you to know what it felt like' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) Character: Prosciutto

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Though My Mind is Somewhat Jaded Now

(Vampire Hunter AU) Prosciutto and Pesci investigate a supposed demonic possession in a place from their past. However, they soon find out that the job is a lot more close to home than they realized.

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The lowering darkness of the house brought back a thousand memories for Prosciutto. It had always looked like a thundercloud even on a sunny day and it didn’t look better now, rundown as it was and abandoned.

Pesci stood by his side, wringing his hands anxiously. “Do you really think there’s a demon inside?”

Prosciutto continued to stare, scrutinizing. Memories of cold, hungry nights pressed together with multiple children to a bed—the only thing that brought any of them any comfort. And worse days with cruel instructors, quick with a switch when you so much as dared look up when not addressed. It had been a particular kind of hell.

“I am not sure,” he finally replied to the younger man. “Places like this…the anger, the grief, the hopelessness…they draw evil spirits to them.” He could certainly feel something inside. He turned to Pesci. “We shall go and investigate further.”

He closed his eyes briefly, bowing his head. “Father God, protect us from the influences of evil, shield us from all forms of spiritual attack and grant us Your divine protection in the face of evil, amen.” He crossed himself and looked back up at the house for a long moment before stepping toward the door.

It opened with a desolate creak as the two Hunters stepped inside.

Prosciutto had been, admittedly, a bit hesitant on taking this job as soon as he had heard where it located. A request had come in to see about a possible demonic possession at an abandoned orphanage. The new owner of the property had hoped to fix the place up but upon sending several workers in to take stock of the damage, they had been chased out by a ‘violent spirit’ which had prevented anyone from spending any amount of time in the house.

It was rare that demons possessed places or objects above humans, but it did happen on occasion. Prosciutto had worked on an exorcism like that at a supposedly cursed family manor with his mentor and even now he counted it as one of the hardest jobs he had done. But this place in particular had ties to Prosciutto and Pesci’s past. He knew the dangers of going into an exorcism with any mental weaknesses.

He thought it had been long enough that he wouldn’t be bothered by the past. But as soon as he stepped through those doors, he was reminded of the young boy who had been forced to kill his posessed father. Who had been abandoned at this place by a mother who was too scared of her own son to understand the truth. The place where he had endured countless hours of abuse at the hands of the supposed caretakers and instructors and sometimes the other children.

He remembered the small boy he had pulled out of the closet where the cruel older children had locked him. Pesci was still scared of the dark, but back then he had been inconsolable, clinging to Prosciutto every night after, terrified of every shadow.

It had not been a good life. It had not even really been a livable life. Prosciutto had been lucky. He had been recruited by a priest when the man had found him reading books on the subject or possession and exorcism he had smuggled under his mattress. With some convincing Prosciutto had managed to bring Pesci along but had been forced to abandon his other dear friend who had already been ill at the time, and passed soon after, not giving Prosciutto a chance to get him out of there like he had promised when he left.

That still sat with him as one of his deepest regrets to this day.

But he caught himself as he started down that path of thought. He could not afford that weakness of spirit right now. He could not put himself into a position where he could be compromised.

“It feels…worse in here,” Pesci murmured softly, looking around. “Sadder.”

Prosciutto could understand what he meant. There was a certain heaviness to the atmosphere that may not have entirely been because of the possession. Though he could sense a strong presence.

“These walls have seen much tragedy,” he replied glancing over at the other man. “Keep your spirits up, Pesci. If you let the sadness overcome you you will be no good to me.”

Pesci nodded and started whispering psalms under his breath, a trick Prosciutto had taught him.

He stepped into the center of the large entryway. “The spirit who is in here, show yourself!”

The shift in atmosphere was instant. Prosciutto’s head shot up as something rattled the old rafters, raining dust down on the Hunters.

“I know you.”

The voice crawled up Prosciutto’s spine like a thousand spiders, whispering through the walls. Pesci fumbled with his holy water and crucifix, holding both in front of him like a shield.

Prosciutto stood his ground. “You know me, do you? Have I exorcised you before? You dared crawl back out of hell after I sent you there the first time?”

Doors slammed somewhere in the house. Prosciutto pursed his lips. This was definitely an angry spirit, but something felt off to him. Pesci had been right earlier about the sadness. He could feel it, pulsing through the decrepit hallways. Pain, desperation, and deep hurting. This didn’t feel like any demonic possession he had ever come across. It was more…human.

Demons were usually angry, bringers of sin and chaos. Their emotions were simple, if not non-existent, enjoying simple, sadistic pleasures when they came to terrorize their human victims. This wasn’t like that and it gave Prosciutto pause. It was possible, of course, that the demon was channeling the dark energy already permeating the location, but he had a feeling it wasn’t that simple.

Prosciutto pulled his cross and bible out as Pesci began sprinkling holy water around.

He started the exorcism and as expected it exacerbated the problem. The floor was shaking, and the walls and rafters creaked dangerously.

Prosciutto gritted his teeth and continued, until something cracked overhead.

He glanced up just in time to see one of the rafters break free, tumbling down where Pesci stood.

“Pesci!” Prosciutto cried, leaping forward and tackling him out of the way, both of them crashing to the floor.

Prosciutto pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking around for more danger.

He caught a brief flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and as he turned to look, part of the debris was flung toward him.

It struck Prosciutto in the side of the head and he fell backwards into darkness.

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Prosciutto sat by the other boy’s bedside, listening worriedly to his raspy breathing as he tried to concentrate on the book sitting on his knees.

Pesci scuttled into the dormitory, a full handkerchief clutched in his hand.

“I brought you dinner, big brother,” he said, handing over the handkerchief. “There’s some for Luca too.”

Prosciutto glanced toward the bed, and reached out, shaking the boy’s shoulder. “Luca? Do you want to eat?”

Luca’s eyes fluttered and he tried to push himself up, a cough catching in his throat.

“Okay,” he said tiredly.

Pesci handed him a piece of bread and Luca nibbled on it as Prosciutto and Pesci also started to eat.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” Luca said.

Prosciutto felt a pang in his chest. “Yes.”

Luca didn’t reply for a long moment, there was obvious hurt in his eyes. “It must be nice. Being wanted.”

“I’ll come back for you someday,” Prosciutto said sincerely. “I promise, Luca, I’ll come back and get you out of here.”

Luca gave him a serious look before he spat in his hand and held it out.

Prosciutto followed suit, clasping Luca’s hand firmly in his own.

“I promise.”

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Prosciutto woke with a sharp inhale of breath, coming to with the memory of the dream still trickling through his mind.

He lay on his back amidst fallen rafters, staring up at a ruined ceiling as he remembered where he was.

Prosciutto pushed himself up, head pounding as he scrambled around the floor for his crucifix and bible.

“Pesci,” he called.

A quick glance around revealed that Pesci was not in the entryway of the old orphanage. At least he wasn’t crushed under the debris but that left the question as to where the younger man had gone.

“Pesci!” Prosciutto shouted, heading off down the dark, long familiar corridors of the building. Peeling wallpaper reached out from the walls, spiderwebs catching against his clothes and hair. His heart was pounding but he could do nothing to calm it.

He finally came out into the area that had once been the boy’s dormitory. There were still several rusty bed frames leaning up against the wall.

Pesci stood in the center of the room, his back to Prosciutto.

“Pesci,” he called taking a step forward, before he stopped.

The powerful energy he had felt upon entering the house was pooling in this room. He could instinctively tell something was very wrong before Pesci turned around jerkily and stared at him with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

Prosciutto crossed himself. “God send me strength,” he prayed.

He stepped forward, glare steely. “You’ve made a grave mistake taking a human vessel, demon. It will only make it easier for me to exorcise you.”

A rough laugh gurgled out of Pesci’s throat. “Demon? Is that all you have to say to me now, Prosciutto?”

Prosciutto stopped. “Pesci?”

“No. He’s not here right now. Try again. Unless you really don’t remember me.”

Prosciutto felt a cold dagger pierce his heart as suspicion rose. “Luca?”

“So, you do remember. That almost makes it worse.”

Prosciutto tried to push the panic down. He hadn’t felt this out of control on a job since he’d started doing solo exorcisms.

“You’re the one possessing this place,” he realized.

“That’s right,” Luca’s spirit spoke through Pesci. “I died here, you know.”

“I know,” Prosciutto said quietly. “I tried to come visit you but—”

“You should have taken me with you!” Luca screamed and the whole room shook. Prosciutto planted his feet trying to stay upright.

Pesci strode forward jerkily and slammed Prosciutto in the chest. He flew backwards into the wall, pinned there with invisible force.

Prosciutto gritted his teeth, trying to move, but found himself unable to.

Luca stepped up to him jerkily in Pesci’s body, grabbing him by the throat.

“You come back now, only to force me out of here,” Luca snarled. “Maybe I wouldn’t have died if you had come back earlier. And we could have avoided all of this.”

Pesci’s hand closed around Prosciutto’s throat, squeezing tightly.

“Luca,” Prosciutto gritted out. “You are justified in your anger against me, but do not use Pesci for this. He does not deserve that.”

“I didn’t deserve to die!” Luca cried. “No one even cared after you left. I lay in bed, drowning in my own lungs. I died alone and was thrown in a hole out back.” He twisted Pesci’s face in a furious grimace. “I want you to know what that feels like. To die alone.”

Prosciutto felt a sudden crushing pressure on his chest, his lungs tight. He fought to cough, but he couldn’t. His eyes started to water but he managed to move one of his arms, grasping the crucifix around his neck and shoving it against Pesci’s hands.

Pesci released his throat as Luca howled in rage, staggering back.

The pressure eased enough for Prosciutto to get a breath, holding the cross in front of him as he commanded, “In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command you to release Pesci!”

Pesci shuddered but Luca seemed to hold on. Prosciutto peeled himself off of the wall and stepped forward, grabbing Pesci and forcing the crucifix against his chest. “Release him!”

There was a vaguely human roar as a spectral shadow was thrust out of Pesci. The young man slumped against Prosciutto and the exorcist carefully lowered him to the ground before he straightened to face the ghost who had materialized before him.

He looked the same as he had the day Prosciutto and Pesci left the orphanage. A boy of thirteen with sunken cheeks and lank dark hair, clothes hanging from his skinny frame.

He was shaking with fury, the floor trembling, the walls creaking.

“Luca,” Prosciutto called to him. “What has been done cannot be undone, but you can move on. I can help you.”

“How?!” the ghostly boy demanded.

Prosciutto held his hands out. “Did I not tell you that I would come back to get you out of here?”

“It’s too late for that,” the ghost rumbled.

“Do you really want to be stuck here forever?” Prosciutto asked.

Luca rippled slightly. “No.”

Prosciutto stepped forward slowly. “Then let me perform last rites for you. I can help you move on.”

“Promise?” Luca asked.

Prosciutto spat in his hand and held it out, waiting.

Luca hesitated before he did the same. An ephemeral chill enclosed Prosciutto’s hand as Luca touched it.

Prosciutto performed last rites and as he finished, Luca’s spirit had changed from the sickly boy, to the way he had been before. A light in his eyes.

“I feel…lighter,” he said. “Like I’m not attached to this place anymore.”

“That’s good.” Prosciutto said. “Can you show me where you’re buried?”

Luca nodded and led Prosciutto out behind the orphanage, past the yard they had played in to the lot where all the dead children had been buried to be forgotten.

Luca stopped at one particular spot. It was long grown over, no one would have even known there was a grave here.

Prosciutto knelt and stuck his crucifix into the ground as a marker.

“Thank you, Prosciutto. I should have known you’d keep your promise.”

Luca faded away and Prosciutto could feel the moment he left. He bowed his head and prayed that his soul would be sent swiftly to heaven.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, kneeling by the small forgotten grave, before Pesci hurried up to him.

“Prosciutto! There you are! I was worried.”

Prosciutto looked up. “I’m sorry for leaving you in there, Pesci, but it’s done.”

Pesci sobered as he looked down at the grave. “It was Luca, wasn’t it?”

Prosciutto nodded. “Yes. But he’s at peace now. Perhaps for the first time.”

“We were the lucky ones, weren’t we?” Pesci asked softly.

“Yes, we were,” Prosciutto said. “Which is why we need to do what we can to help others through their own trials.”

He pushed himself to his feet, fully realizing how bad his body and head were aching after the ordeal. “Come on then, Pesci. Let’s go home. Our work here is done.”

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