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mischievouslittlecreature · 2 years ago

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Part 1: How to Make a Monster

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: It’s not smart to snoop when your lab partners are secretly homicidal.

Word Count: 5,986

Notes: Warnings for depictions of murder, drugging, hallucinations, and smut. We have come to the last chapter of this series! Thank you so much to everyone for reading! I love these two so much and have several other fics planned out for them in the future, so keep an eye out for those!

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Chapter 8: When is a Monster Not a Monster

Leaves crunched beneath her shoes, the naked branches of the tree above her twisting high into the hair, rattling against each other like bones with every gust of wind. Thick fog curled around her like an old friend, pressing cold kisses to her cheeks.

Hands stuffed into her pockets, Vanessa stared down at the gravestone. Squatting, she busied her hands pulling a few weeds that had sprouted up. She hadn’t brought any flowers with her; they would just wilt.

There were days when she didn’t think of Amy at all. And then she’d have a nightmare, come across something that reminded her. The smell of cheap perfume, hipster bars, tacky jewelry…and her brows would furrow at the lack of feeling in her chest. No sorrow, no pain. Nothing.

“I can’t mourn you,” she whispered, brushing her thumb along the cold stone.

Finishing with the weeds, she sat down in front of the gravestone, knees pulled up halfway to her chest, arms resting loosely on top of them.

“I wish that I could. I tried. But it’s like the last piece of goodness that was left in me withered up as soon as you went into the ground. Maybe it never was there at all,” she had to take a beat, to steady the shakiness in her voice. “There’s a few things that I need to say to you now. Because this is the last time I’ll be here,” she wiped angrily at tears sliding down her cheek. “I won’t be coming back. If you were actually listening to me, you wouldn’t even want me to. I have to let you go,” she picked at some of the dirt beneath her fingernails.

“You used to have so much hope for the world. I’ve always hated pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t care if they all died. But I cared about you. I didn’t want you to die. Honestly, it’s the only reason why you probably lived as long as you did. It’s funny. I thought that I knew what it was like to be loved. But after these past few months. You, gone. Living with Jonathan…I’ve realized that you never really loved me at all. If you did you wouldn’t have dedicated so much of your time to making me feel like shit. I know what I am. I know you couldn’t accept that. I suppose I should be grateful. After all, you were the one who taught me how to pretend. That will come in handy. For what we’re about to do,” deep breaths, to keep herself from crying. In and out.

“I’m sorry that I’m the way I am. It was exhausting…pretending everyday that I was the sister that you wanted me to be. Our family…this city…everyone in it…we’re all locked in this darkness. Drowning in it. I don’t know how you found a way to escape it. I wish that you had taught me how. It would have been nice. Instead of leaving me there. All alone. And then blaming me for being unable to pull myself out of it. But I’m not alone anymore. I have a friend in the dark with me now,” she thought back, to Jonathan’s body pressing against her in the corn maze, the way he laughed before he kissed her. “Well… more than a friend, actually. After you kicked me out, it’s like…all those feelings of devotion, of needing to please you, do everything I could to keep you happy, they all…vanished. And then Jonathan was there. And we talked about the things that we’ve done, and he didn’t look at me like I was a monster. He knows me. All of me. And he likes me just the way I am. I’ve learned from the mistakes that I made with you. No one is ever going to take him away from me. I won’t let them.”

The branches in the trees above her shuddered. Her mind thought slowly of Porter, of the bloody hammer clutched in her hand.

“I want you to know that I killed Porter for me. Not for you. Because it turns out that I like the darkness. It feels good,” she rubbed at her palms to warm them, looking up at the white stone. Even Amy’s tombstone managed to seem judgmental. “The truth is that I’m happy you’re dead. It set me free. I can be what I am now. That’s why I can’t mourn you,” standing, she stuffed her hands into her pockets, taking one last look around the cemetery. Her eyes darted down, for a final time to the grave before her. “I’m sorry.”

And then she turned and walked away, the fog swallowing her whole.

∗ ∗ ∗

Nicholas had been warned by some of the other students that Crane and Sullivan were…difficult to say the least. Unpleasant, cagey, and outright cruel at times. There was a good reason why most of the other students left them alone. And they only got along with each other. The two resident geniuses. Practically connected at the hip.

He’d shrugged the rumors off at first, but after meeting them, he was beginning to see where the whispers about them originated from. Crane was easily one of the most unsettling bastards Nicholas had ever met. With unnaturally pale blue, unblinking eyes that felt like they were dissecting him with every glance. Crane didn’t speak to him unless he had to and when he did, his words always held a level of pretentiousness to them that prickled annoyingly in Nicholas’s brain.

Sullivan was her own brand of odd. She was undeniably smoking hot, with porcelain white skin contrasted by long ink black hair and a thick smattering of freckles over sharp cheekbones. But for reasons that evaded Nicholas, she’d latched onto Crane, often curled in the spindly man’s lap or nudging him lightly with her elbow, murmuring things in a low voice that transformed Crane’s eternal scowl into a small smile. There were times when Nicholas could swear that they were speaking entire sentences to each other with a simple glance.

Either way, their various oddities were beginning to put him on edge.

Scouring through the lab, looking for a textbook he could have sworn that he’d left somewhere, he stumbled upon a stack of notebooks shoved into a drawer in Crane’s desk. He wasn’t snooping. Just looking to see if perhaps one of his lab partners had taken the textbook by accident.

But his mother had always said he was too curious for his own good.

Pulling out the notebook at the top of the stack, he flipped to a random page, brows furrowing at the scribblings inside.

What the hell? This didn’t make even a bit of sense. His eyes started to bug out as he worked his way further and further down the page.

Oh, god.

“Snooping is rude, you know.”

He just about shrieked, jumping a mile into the air at Sullivan’s low, husky voice behind him. She tilted her head, dark eyes narrowing slightly. Resting a hand on the table beside her, she leaned so that one of her hips was cocked out to the side. The white lab coat she often wore was nowhere to be seen, leaving her clothed in just a black turtleneck and pants, her dark hair piled high on her head in a bun, only highlighting the severity of the angles of her cheekbones and jaw. Her fingernail went tap tap tap against the metal surface of the table.

Hugging the notebook to his chest, Nicholas took a staggering step back.

“Wait. Just wait. You have to…to see what Crane’s been doing. Here, look,” he flipped to the page he’d been reading before she’d interrupted him, shoving the notebook towards her. Sullivan’s eyes glanced over the page only briefly before raising to focus on his. “It’s some sort of hallucinogen. Unethical. We need to report him to the university, before someone gets hurt…”

Sullivan’s lips pursed into a pitying smile. “Oh…” she sighed, quietly, and took a step towards him. Her fingers were cold as ice when they brushed over his cheek, nails lightly scratching his skin. “Whatever are we going to do with you, Nicholas?”

He blinked, once. “Wha–”

There was the sting of a needle pressing into his neck, and the world went black.

∗ ∗ ∗

He woke up groggily, head rolling from side to side as he groaned, brows pinching at the realization that there was something stuffed in his mouth. Eyes snapping open, he glanced around to find himself strapped to a gurney in one of the backrooms of the lab he shared with Crane and Sullivan, the room dim save for a few flickering lights. Voice muffled around the gag, he grunted, then attempted to shout, struggling against the restraints.

“Don’t waste your energy.”

He jumped at the voice echoing from a shadowy corner in the room. Crane’s glasses glinted as he raised his head, the light catching on them.

“Even if you did somehow manage to escape, we would catch you.”

Glowering furiously at his classmate, Nicholas started to struggle even more against the binds, if at the very least just to spite him. Crane sighed, straightening from where he’d been leaning against the wall to stalk around the gurney. The fuck was he wearing on his face? Some sort of respirator, covering his nose and mouth.

“Rude as your snooping was, Mr. Lowell, I have to say that you have provided us with a much needed opportunity. It hasn’t been easy, trying to find human test subjects, after all,” Crane tested the restraints, tightening the one on Nicholas’s left hand and nodding in approval. “There. We wouldn’t want you maiming yourself, now would we?”

The door to the little room opened, and Sullivan strode in. She was wearing a twin respirator to the one Crane had on, what looked to be a canister of some kind clutched in one hand, a clipboard in the other. Crane approached her.

“Is it ready?”

She let the canister dangle from her fingers, passing it to Crane. “It’s all yours,” she clicked her pen, jumping up to sit crossed legged on a desk on the other side of the room, observing him carefully. Fucking bitch. Nicholas couldn’t believe that he had ever thought her to be hot.

“I’m going to remove the gag now, Mr. Lowell. You can scream all you’d like. No one will hear you. Certainly not at this hour,” Crane reached down a gloved hand pulling the gag roughly from his mouth.

“You psychopathic asshole. What the hell is this?” Nicholas spat as soon as he lips were free. Eying the canister in Crane’s hand warily, the equations and notes he’d read in Crane’s scribbled handwriting flashed through his mind. “Don’t you dare try to test that shit out on me.”

Ignoring him, Crane started to fiddle with the canister. Realizing it was pointless, Nicholas turned to Sullivan.

“Please. I’m sorry I looked, okay? You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” the shrill squeak of Crane turning the valve on the canister caused his hands to start shaking. “Jesus, don’t you realize what that stuff could do!?”

Sullivan leaned forward. There was a gleam in her eyes that Nicholas had never seen before. A type of bated excitement that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Sullivan. Sullivan, please. He’s insane. You have to see that,” he whispered. Her head cocked to the side.

“Jonathan?”

“Hm?” Crane looked up.

“Do you remember that repurposed oxygen mask I was showing you?”

“Of course.”

“I think that perhaps we should test it out on our friend here. Who knows how long it will be before we get another human subject.”

“God, I love your mind,” Crane said, wrapping an arm around her waist. They couldn’t kiss because of the masks they were wearing, Sullivan instead bumping her forehead against his cheek.

“It’s in the bottom left drawer in my desk.”

The moment that the door shut behind Crane, Nicholas began babbling.

“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck this is. If it’s some…Bonnie and Clyde shit, or…or something else, but Crane is clearly off his rocker. And maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday…once you’ve outlived your usefulness, it’ll be you on this table.”

Sullivan blinked slowly, legs uncrossing to dangle off the edge of the table. Swinging back and forth. Back and forth. Nicholas furrowed his brow. Didn’t she understand that was always how the story ends?

“Help me. We can get out of here together.”

Head tilting, she clicked her tongue before standing, fiddling idly with the restraints on his wrists. Nicholas waited with bated breath. Hoping that maybe…

She grabbed the leather straps, tightening them savagely until he let out a howl, the pressure against his wrists making it feel like his hands were about to burst. Or the bones were about to snap.

“You fucking people are all the same,” she spat, hissing furiously in his ear. And, just as quickly as she had moved, she released the straps, loosening them to where they had been set before her attack. Nicholas cried out in relief, blood rushing back into his hands. He wanted to shout at her, but was too busy trying to catch his breath. The door opened To reveal Crane holding an oxygen mask hooked up to the canister.

“Jonathan,” she said slowly, wrapping her arms around Crane’s slim middle, movements not unlike those of a snake. “Our friend here thinks that someday, you’re going to strap me to a gurney like that and use the toxin on me.”

Crane fixed those cold blue eyes on him. Not blinking. An amusement danced within them, like the mere idea was absurdly hysterical to him.

“Is that so?” he pulled a table closer to them, setting the canister on it while he tugged the straps of the oxygen mask over Nicholas’s head, adjusting it so his nose and mouth were covered. “And why, Mr. Lowell, is that particular concern on your mind?”

Was this insane motherfucker really trying to therapize him? Now? “Fuck you,” he said, eyes glancing over Crane’s shoulder at Sullivan. “Fuck both of you.”

Crane’s eyebrows rose mockingly. “I see that no one taught you manners, Mr. Lowell. First snooping through our things, now this…” he tsked, pressing a button on the canister and turning the valve. “Breathe deep, now.”

An odd smell filled the mask. Nicholas tried to cough, to hold his breath, but it didn’t work, lungs spasming and sucking in the gas.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. And then a shadowy, oozing monster was rising from the end of the gurney, mouth dripping with pus and saliva. Nicholas let out a shout, pulling violently on the restraints, trying to get away. The thing climbed on top of his chest, so heavy there was no way that it couldn’t be real–

Bending over him, drool landing on his face and burning his skin, the monster opened its mouth, and swallowed him whole.

∗ ∗ ∗

“He’s dead,” Jonathan said, removing his fingers from Lowell’s pulse point on his wrist.

“Heart attack?”

“Most likely,” he sighed. “It’s still too fast and intense of a reaction.”

“Yeah. But it’s progress.”

“Mm.”

They cleaned up the area, dumping the body in a dumpster near the back of the school. Perhaps a bit sloppy, as far as disposals went, but they were prepared should they be questioned. With alibis and shocked expressions.

Stuffing their masks and the canister into a backpack, Vanessa was just zipping it up when Jonathan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chest warm against her back.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked quietly.

“What?” she craned her head around to look at him. “Of course not,” touching his cheek lightly, she tilted her head. “Why?”

Jonathan shrugged.

“Lowell was an idiot,” she said matter-of-factly. “He didn’t have any idea what he was talking about,” turning fully in his arms, she brushed some hair away from his face, examining the way his features softened. How he leaned into her every touch like an affection-starved cat. Resting her forehead on his, she smiled. “As if you could ever hurt me.”

“I love you,” he blurted out, her eyes snapping open wide at the sudden confession. Jonathan swallowed hard, looking as though he had even surprised himself with admission.

“You do?”

He was clearly flustered, eyes wide and cheeks already turning scarlet. But he nodded, hands tightening on her waist.

“Yes. Yes. I do.”

Hands cupping his face, she pressed herself closer, until their chests were all but fused together. “I love you, too.”

Stroking her face with his fingertips, his lips just barely brushed against hers when he spoke. “Really?”

She laughed, breathlessly, in near relief. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Really, Jonathan,” she kissed him once, quickly. “Really.”

For a moment she thought that he might cry, but instead his arms wrapped around her, squeezing her in a tight hug. She continued to laugh joyfully, squeezing him back.

“I want to take you home,” he said, breath stirring a few strands of her hair. Her eyebrows rose, leaning back to ask with her eyes if he meant what she thought he did. Twisting a lock of hair between his fingers, he nodded.

∗ ∗ ∗

They got back to the apartment late, the moon shining down on them through a thick layer of clouds as Vanessa waited for Jonathan to unlock the door, hands shoved into her pockets while she tried to quell the nervousness twisting in her gut.

Entering their little home, she tugged her hair free from the ties and bobby pins securing it, shaking out the locks as they fell down her back. Jonathan closed the door, reaching trembling fingers out to stroke along her face, tracing her cheekbone, then her jaw, before rubbing his thumb over her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, taking a step closer to her. Settling one of her hands on his chest, to toy with the buttons on his shirt, she gave him a teasing smile.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He blushed in that cute way she’d grown to adore, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Kissing him back, she sighed as one of his hands tangled in her hair. Emboldened when he kept kissing her, she popped open the first button on his shirt, hesitating to see how he reacted, finger stroking lightly along the newly exposed skin. When he responded favorably, with a sound that wasn’t quite a moan, she moved onto the next button. Then the next. Until his entire shirt was unbuttoned and hanging loosely from his arms. But when she went to push it off his shoulders, he tensed.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly, pulling back slightly. Jonathan breathed in deeply. She rubbed at his jaw. “I won’t let her hurt you,” she tried to assure.

“It’s not that,” he admitted, face pinching. “It’s…” he drew in a deep breath. “Scars,” was finally all he said in explanation. Glancing down in surprise, she realized that in the areas where his shirt had fallen open, she could see the beginnings of pale, raised skin.

“Oh,” she said quietly. It made sense, with everything that he’d told her about his grandmother and the crows. Those beaks and claws weren’t just for show, after all. “That’s okay,” she thought of the marks on her own body, left by her father, angry fellow homeless, and the occasional gang member. “I have them too.”

He nodded, relaxing when she kissed him again, allowing her to peel away the shirt and toss it to the floor. Her hands traveled over the newly exposed pale skin, feeling the bumps of scars and the flex of lean muscle.

“You really would fight Granny for me?” he asked with a quiet laugh when their lips parted. Vanessa raised an eyebrow. He currently had her hands all over his naked chest and that was what he wanted to talk about? “What? You don’t think that I could take her?” she teased, kissing at his freckled shoulders. Jonathan’s breath caught.

“N-no. Nothing like that.”

“I do kickboxing, you know.”

“Mmhm.”

“I could kick her old ass all the way back to Arlen.”

His chest buzzed beneath her palms when he laughed. “Of course you could, babe.”

“Uh, huh.”

His hands slipped beneath her shirt, warm and calloused. Stretching her arms over her head, she allowed him to pull the garment off, shivering at the chill in the air and pressing close to him once it was in a ball on the floor. The poor man was making a very valiant effort not to stare at her breasts, wrapped up in black lace. Smiling softly, she brushed his nose with hers, hands grasping his biceps to steer him into walking backwards.

“Let’s go to bed,” she breathed out, biting her lip in satisfaction at the little stuttering whine that rose from his throat.

Kicking the door shut behind her, she pushed him down onto the bed, Jonathan looking up at her with wide, lust-filled eyes as he propped himself up onto his elbows. Undoing the clasp on her bra, she tossed the garment away carelessly, enjoying the bright flush decorating his cheeks in response.

Climbing onto the bed with him, she straddled his waist, climbing on top of him so that they could continue kissing. Taking one of his hands in hers, she guided it to cup her bare breast, both of them moaning harshly into each other’s mouths at the contact. A shiver wracked through her when his thumb rubbed over her nipple. Pulling back, she found his gaze fixed on her chest, lip caught between his teeth. She stroked his cheek until he looked at her.

“You okay?”

“Nervous,” he mumbled.

“Me too,” she murmured, then raised an eyebrow at his questioning expression. “What?”

“You just…don’t seem to be.”

“This is all new for me too, you know.”

His thumb stroked circles into her hip, dipping teasingly ever so slightly into the waistband of her pants. Then he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her chest, right in between her breasts.

“We’ll be alright,” he whispered against her skin, making her shiver.

“Yeah,” petting her hands through his ridiculously soft hair, she pulled him even closer. “Come here,” kissing him was as natural as breathing, helping to soothe the nerves jumping beneath her skin. Her fingers toyed with the frames of his glasses. “Can I take these off, or will you be completely blind?”

He blinked, then laughed. “No, I’ll be okay.”

Pulling the frames carefully from his face, she set them down on the nightstand next to the bed.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” she hovered a raised finger in front of his face. Jonathan snatched at her hand, laughing.

“My eyesight isn’t that bad!”

“You’re avoiding the question,” a startled squeal left her lips when his fingers tickled at her side. “Don’t do that!”

His eyes lit up mischievously. “Nes, are you ticklish?”

“No!”

“Really?” he repeated the movement of his fingers against her side, brows raising when she squirmed, grin devilish. “Are you sure?”

“Oh for fucks sake—” she grabbed his face and kissed him.

“I’m not forgetting about that,” he mumbled against her lips, grinning.

“Do you want to get laid or not?”

“Mm…” he tilted his head in mock contemplation, chuckling and kissing her cheek when she pouted. “Yes, please.”

“You’re terrible.”

He nipped at her lower lip. “So are you.”

“Hm,” she hummed in agreement.

“I love you.”

Leaning back at the sudden utterance, she found his eyes to be serious again. His eyelashes fluttered as she pressed herself closer.

“I love you too.”

The kiss that followed was tender and sweet, hands in each other’s hair, chests pressed against one another. At the feel of her naked breasts pressing to his torso, Jonathan moaned.

“Can I take your pants off now?” she asked against his lips, voice very soft. Jonathan nodded breathlessly in response. Setting to work loosening his belt, she felt his breath hitch, caught in a desperate moan as her fingers grazed against his growing bulge. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, he raised his hips to help her pull the pants off of him, tossing them to the floor.

He almost immediately tugged her back on top of him, both hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them before sliding down to fumble at the buttons on her own pants. She had to rise off of him for a moment to shimmy them all the way off, and then she was settling back against him, his hands groping at her bare hips and thighs hungrily while they kissed. Their lips separated, and he instead started to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders. An experimental roll of her hips against the bulge in his boxers earned her a moan, a hand pressing between her shoulder blades to squeeze her closer to him. Encouraged by the reaction, she started to roll her hips forward, rubbing herself against his swelling cock, moaning at the friction on her clit, even through the layers of their underwear. Jonathan’s fingers hooked into the black lace, pulling back from where he’d been sucking a hickey into her collarbone to ask silently with pleading blue eyes for permission. Nodding, Vanessa lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the little slip of fabric down her legs.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes running over her, hands following his gaze. Gentle strokes over her sensitive skin. “So beautiful…” cradling the back of her head, he pulled her lips back to his for another, all consuming kiss. “I want to touch you…”

“You are,” she purred, head falling back to give him more access to kiss her neck. But Jonathan shook his head.

“Want to touch you here,” he stroked his fingers along her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. “Here,” long fingers circled around one of her nipples, giving it a small pinch before tracing a line to her bellybutton. Then down even further. “Here,” his voice was a rumbling purr, her mouth falling open into a shameless moan as his finger circled her clit. Hands latching tightly to his shoulders, a shudder traveled over her entire body when he teased that same finger over her entrance.

“Yes,” she gasped out, realizing that he was waiting for her to say that it was okay. The sound that left her lips went he slipped his finger inside of her didn’t sound human, face burying in his neck. He set to work experimenting, stroking his finger in and out at different angles and paces, crooking it until he found the spot inside of her that made her cry out and dig her nails into his skin. Grunting, he added a second finger, the stretch burning only for a moment before she got adjusted.

“Don’t stop,” she all but begged, head tipping back, eyes falling closed as Jonathan pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing in circles. Head starting to spin, the coil of pressure in her belly tightened, and she cried out, holding onto him tightly as she started to come.

When she finally came back to earth, her head was buried in Jonathan’s neck, one of his hands stroking soothingly through her hair.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. She raised her head to stare at him in a mixture of surprise and awe.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“I read books!”

Snorting, she kissed his cheek, leaned back, and smiled sweetly.

“I would like to fuck you, now.”

The poor man all but choked on air. “O-okay.”

“You sure?” she asked, massaging a circle into his chest. Jonathan just nodded, eyes all lust-blown, hair messy…he really was very, very pretty.

His breath trembled in shaking exhales when she removed his boxers, but pressing kisses to his lips, peppering them over his cheeks and his eyelids, seemed to help soothe him. The gasp that left his lips when she wrapped her hand loosely around his cock sounded almost pained. Taking one of his hands, she guided it to wrap over the one she had around his length.

“Show me how you like to be touched,” she whispered, both because she genuinely needed the guidance and in an attempt to help him feel more in control. Eyes opening, pale blue orbs burned into hers as he began to show her how to move, how tightly he wanted her to grip him. Small moans and grunts spilled from his lips, hips beginning to buck upwards into her fist.

“Stop. Stop. Or I’m going to come,” he gasped out, cock twitching in her hand. She immediately let him go, cupping his face in both hands and kissing him. One of his hands planted on her back, stroking through her hair. The other gripped her hip.

“Would you rather be on top?” she asked, one hand clutching his shoulder. Jonathan shook his head, kissing her cheek. “Okay,” she began to rearrange herself in his lap, getting into a more comfortable position, hand guiding his cock to nudge against her entrance.

“Wait!” he gasped out breathlessly, propping himself up on the pillows. “Wait, don’t we need…I don’t have any condoms.”

Her nose bumped his unintentionally when she leaned forward to rest her forehead against him. “I have an IUD.”

Wide blue eyes blinked at her somewhat owlishly. “Oh.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, a small moan catching in her throat when the tip of his cock bumped her clit. “Still okay?”

“Yeah,” the hand on her hip squeezed, his eyes fluttering as, very, very slowly, she began to push him inside of her.

It burned only slightly as he spread her open, her thighs trembling as she sheathed him. He was larger than she’d expected. Long and thick. The moment he was fully pressed in her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Are you okay?” Jonathan croaked, nuzzling at the top of her head. She nodded.

��Just need a minute.”

He pressed kisses to her temple. Then along the column of her neck, hands running down her body to rest on her hips. Leaning back so she could watch the way his lips parted when he moaned, she grasped onto his shoulders tightly for leverage, and began to move. Jonathan groaned, head thrown back.

“I’m not going to last,” he whined out.

“That’s okay,” she reassured, moaning at how deep his long cock was hitting inside of her with every stroke. At first their movements were awkward and fumbling, but soon they began to find a good rhythm. Vanessa arched her back before leaning forward to kiss his neck, unintentionally clenching around him when he made a desperate sound at her sucking a love bite into his shoulder. In response he adjusted the angle of his thrusts up into her, and–

“Ohhhh, right there,” she moaned, riding him harder. One of Jonathan’s hands moved to between her legs, rubbing at her clit.

“Vanessa,” the way he said her name made her almost want to cry. So desperate and longing. Full of love and adoration. His cock twitched inside of her. “Nes, I’m close.”

“I know, I know,” she soothed, rolling her hips frantically into each of his thrusts. “It’s–oh–” she was cut off by her own moan of surprise when he added a bit more pressure to her clit. “It’s okay.”

Jonathan’s whines were becoming her new favorite sound, that and the slap of their skin with every thrust. He twitched every time she grazed her teeth or her nails over his skin, cock rubbing up against all of those wonderful spots inside of her. Leaning back enough to look into his eyes, she shivered. He was a creature of dark thoughts and even darker desires. Not even in his twenties yet, and already his hands were drenched in blood. The realization hit her all at once, that beneath her, inside of her, pale blue eyes looking knowingly into her soul, was a monster.

If he was a monster then so was she. Their minds were too entwined, too alike, for her not to be.

When is a monster not a monster?

Her tongue twisted with his as they kissed. The creature that slept beneath her own skin purring at the contact. Two monstrous individuals, united and entangled, practically molding together into one. His teeth scraped along the pulse point at her throat, her blood singing with the knowledge that if he wanted to, he was more than capable of ripping out her throat. But he wouldn’t. Not ever. He would not hurt her, just as she could never bring herself to harm him. The hand not occupied with her clit, traced her spine delicately.

Oh, when you love it.

He may be a monster to the rest of the world, foolish as they were. But not to her. Never to her.

Head burying in her shoulder, she felt his teeth press lightly into her skin as he groaned deeply, body beginning to tense. Vanessa could feel the beginnings of pleasurable pressure building between her legs, the muscles in her thighs spasming, mouth opening in a silent cry. Inside of her, Jonathan’s cock twitched, and she felt as he started to come hard and deep, groaning against her shoulder with each generous spurt. She followed him right over the edge, nails raking down his back as she came unexpectedly hard around him.

Arms winding around her waist, Jonathan pulled her close, both of them collapsing back onto the pillows.

Chests heaving, they stared at each other, Jonathan tracing a finger along her cheek fondly. Resting her chin on his chest, Vanessa smiled at him, fingers running over the love bite already blooming on his shoulder.

“Good?” she asked softly.

“I think ‘good’ would be understating it,” he said, eyes still looking a little dazed. She giggled, sitting up to kiss him. When he leaned back, those eyes were worried, thumb stroking her bottom lip.

“Was it good for you?” he asked quietly.

“Are you kidding? You got me to come twice,” she pecked his lips, then his cheek.

“Hm,” he hummed, thoughtfully, fingers tracing up and down her side. “We should probably shower.”

“Probably.”

Neither of them made any move to get up.

“I love you, Vanessa,” he said, very quietly.

“I love you too,” she stretched up to kiss his nose, the fond look in his eyes making her heart go all fluttery. They laid there in silence for a while, her head resting on his chest while his hand found its way into her hair, massaging her scalp.

“Okay, seriously. Shower,” she said at the realization that if they laid there any longer she was at dangerous risk of falling asleep.

They showered languidly, washing each other’s backs and hair and taking breaks between to kiss beneath the spray of warm water. And then it was into their pajamas, snuggling beneath the blankets.

“I had an idea,” Jonathan said quietly, lifting his head from where it was buried in her hair. “For after graduation.”

“Oh?”

“I know that you don’t want to stay at the university. I can’t say that I blame you, after the bullshit with Brown,” he twisted a stray lock of her hair around his finger absentmindedly. “We need somewhere with easy access to people. Who no one would notice or think twice if a few went out of their minds…”

“Or turned up missing.”

“And also has research equipment. Or at least somewhere that we could set up a lab. Vanessa,” he propped himself up on one arm, blue eyes intense as they gazed at her. “What do you think of Arkham Asylum?”

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peckforlovingheck · 11 months ago

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Aughhh there’s so many people I could put I can only select a few or I’d be here all day but if I could put all my followers and mutuals i would

special thanks to: @dazed-moth my beloved partner. I love youuu. I have so many great things to say about you but it’s hard to form words about such a sweet and caring individual. I would love to be with you forever.

@alex-supremacy4 the closest thing to a younger brother that respects me. Stay cool, dude. Hold on. Things will get better eventually.

@ithinkimightbeagoose you are always a post that shows up randomly on my page and I find myself wondering “huh I wonder what dakotas up to”

@mentalisill you are literally my online best friend. We’ve had so many inside jokes and moments together. You’re the coolest guy around. Fuck Star, you need someone who treats you right and I can only hope you find them. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit. Stay rad.

@my-chemical-migraine my irl best friend. I love talking to you everyday. We are always there for one another when we need it the most. Shrek bracelets forever!

@tamblrian dude the amount of times I’ve scrambled for your url to tag you in picrews is uncountable. You’re also so funny as hell and I hope you have a great day.

@jade-gemstone I know we aren’t that close but I felt like putting you on here would be an honorable mention.

@streamgrandson @liquidsneaker @neroposting @likesaly @kipperkatz @crushedstaars @cringelordofchaos and sooo many others. You all make the flicker fandom a home for me and I adore seeing your posts on my page. Stay awesome and stay safe. You make this hellsite a home.

@min-pathologica (I was considering putting you in the section above as well but idrk lol) you are honestly so cool and for what. I would love to talk to you about any subject you’d want.

@hirosolosxx (once again considered flicker section) hey. We bond about being during the 2020s of the flicker hell space. lol. It’s cool that we have similar interests because we can go so long without talking and then I can tag you out of the blue because I found a post that reminds me of you or something. You’re so much stronger than you think. @puzzled-pegasus I like our shared interests and your interesting takes on them. You’re such a creative individual. I’m proud to call us friends, dude!

@apollotronica one of my first mutuals in the drdt fandom. You are so ridiculously funny but also so genuine. I appreciate your straightforwardness sometimes and also your consideration. Your art is also so cute. Stay awesome and drink some water. Help yourself to some teruvid while you’re at it.

@tophats-tea I love to peak into my activity and see what sorts of posts you’ve tagged me in. It’s always a pleasure seeing you around on this site. Hats off to you.

@dav-suburbiia you are so easy for everyone to get along with. I see you EVERYWHERE in the drdt fandom. You’re so smart and cool. I literally adore when I see you on my page I’m just like oop there they go again!!

@librariansrose you’re my role model. So unproblematic and encouraging. I wish only the best for you and your future endeavors!

@whityoungfan Jade. I know we are mild acquaintances on yt but I wanted to mention on here how your posts always lighten my day. It’s an honor to be able to speak to you. Your videos are always quality content. Have a great day.

And.. @remyisme one of my first mutuals on here. The one who tagged me in this post. Thank you so much for everything. For helping me gain confidence to post on here.

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

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geniusfairy · 9 months ago

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Maybe a Good Bye or See You In No Time

Hi, I opened this account to let out everything like my feelings and to serve as tracker of my progress. However, I haven't had the consistency yet but I have a little progress. I am taking a path I am not sure so I still don't know what my futurr be like. I realized something that is why I am taking some off with social media and these kind of apps. I need some reality punch. I was too fond of fantasies in drama which made me think that it will happened to me sooner even if I screw my present. I will still believe in fairy tale because that is my happiness but I will lessen my fondness in happy ever after. I always say that I don't want to enter into a relationship but I actually want to but I just know that I can't bear the heartbreak and the stress it will give me. I actually doubt myself if I can do these things but I am now sure that I will be able to do it. I will stop whenever I feel like I want to rest. I will not push so hard to get everything perfectly. Also, today is my father's birthday and I want this to be a gift for him. I won't act as if I am a heir of a company chilling watching dramas and doesn't worry about my future. I will act as a person who I really am. I am a future rich woman with rich wisdom. I am a future successful elder of my father. I am really crying today because I can't afford to give my father a birthday party or at least a present or a cake. I just wish him a good health and safety everyday. I wish my father will have a long healthy life for me to make it up for everything he has sacrifice for us, especially me. I don't if my father really wanted me, as an eldest, I know that I wasn't planned. I know that no one expected me and I know that I ruined my mother's youth and my father's freedom. I am one of the rootcause why my father and my relatives are not in good terms. Hopefully, I'll be successful with my family. Note that, I will never ever enter into a relationship until I gave my family a comfortable life. I know I am a bit late but I will make it up for them. Later, I will send myself a future message to remind myself that I need to sacrifice. I should go to Manila to follow my dream. I know that it will be very hard but I have already been through a rough path. Whatever path it is, I am going to be ready. I am not that smart, I have less focus time, I have no consistency, I am not so disciplined and I am less competent but I genuinely want my family to have a good life so I think I need to do everything right. Cutting things that makes me happy is a very hard thing to do but I am going to do it. I am going to promise this thing and this time I won't break it. It's a goodbye to you or maybe see you again when my family have a comfortable life. I am now taking off...Thank you...

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infinitemelancholie · 10 months ago

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I'm going on month 2 of still being mad at him and I guess it's because I'm still bitter at what he said to me. I'm still mad at him for having rejected me. I don't know why either. I thought I didn't really love him but I guess that was a lie I told myself. It's not even him that I was in love with just the future for us that I just kept holding onto and still holding out for.

There's a part of me that really enjoys the fantasy part of a lot of things. When I was younger it was the fantasy of religion and now it's the fantasy of love. Everytime I lose out on that fantasy it hurts and it's hard to move on from and let go of. There's always this sense of if I'd ever be able to go back to how things were but I think ultimately I'm able to it just takes time for me to do so.

I think really deep down I still am religious to a degree or extent. I just haven't figured out that part yet. And I think deep down I still have some kind of feelings for him. Even though I have feelings for him I can't keep living my life pining after him or something. I have to move on and live my life apart from him.

I'm reminded of 13 Going On 30 where Jennifer Garner reconnects with Mark Ruffalo and they like fall in love with each other but Ruffalo calls it off because of his engagement and ultimately I know I need to do the same but I so desperately want to live in the fantasy that he'll come back to me and we'll be together forever. Why do I want to spend my forever with him so badly?

Perhaps it's because I've always wanted to spend forever with him. Idk there's something about him that I guess I've always been into and always wanted in my life. It's not just him being cute and incredibly sexy either. He's smart and sophisticated. He's caring and adventurous. He's sweet and supportive. He makes me see myself differently than I ever have. I feel safe and protected around him. Like I can be myself around him. My real self around him. Ugghh does this mean I'm going to become a dapper guy who goes to symphony concerts now? Maybe so.

I guess I really connected with those parts of me while in school and I probably have been missing out on them since leaving. Maybe I need to realize that if that is who I am I should try to embrace it more and just live more in that space. I don't think I'll dress up everyday because that's not me but maybe I'll allow myself to get caught up in classical music and such again like I did those years ago.

I'm not even doing those things to try and win him over. I'm doing them because I forgot how much I actually enjoyed those things.

I think that's why I missed him so much. He just reconnected me with parts of me that I enjoyed and really maybe it's time I did those things for myself. Maybe what I really need is just allowing myself to experience those things again. Find ways to enjoy them sans him. Maybe I just forgot how to or that I could. Or maybe and more likely I enjoyed having found someone who was into those things.

Ok so what's with the femboy thing because I thought I was trying to once again be the man in the relationship with that or something? Idk maybe I just like fem guys lol.

So now what do we do with this new guy K? I still like him and still want to date him. I like that he's so different from N. I like that he's pulling me out of my shell. I like that he doesn't back down easily and is so passionate. I like that he thinks about others and is considerate of others. I just wish he were a little bit cooler with transgender people but maybe I just need to press him more on that. He did voice support for Palestine and did think Israel is commiting genocide. Unless he did that to gauge my thoughts on that lol. But I mean even if he did feel strongly in the other direction I think he would have like pushed back on that more or something. So I'm going to keep seeing him and hopefully I get to travel to different countries with him or something. See I've never really thought about traveling much but with him I think about it a lot and look forward to it too. I mean he let me come with him to the Bay Area, and I know we'll be back there soon.

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niangw0326 · 1 year ago

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Common Module - AY23.24 CTS B Question 1:

CTS B class has given me many opportunities to interact with other aspects of Art, through searching, exchanging, practising and criticising activities as well as useful individual and group activities. , has helped me clearly understand myself and the paths and goals I want to aim for.

Week 9's activity let me know that I want to become someone who works with design and art through our group work photo. And when I do the manifesto group, I want it to not be a whiteboard with all the right things available and written in order. I think it's like a travel diary about understanding yourself and others with art. This is a colour palette that is combined and shared by each person. I do not wish to change anything about this palette. “MAKE smART choice in YOUR LIFE” Like weeks 1 and 3, we learned the connection between life and society and art, as well as how we see ourselves when creating.“NO RULE to CREATIVE” is like the way I studied and worked in week 9 without limits and constraints without denying the most basic knowledge of art principles. “Fine magic in the mess” I choose the things that popped into my head immediately when looking at our board. The cohesion and working together is the magic of teamwork, reminds me of the 3rd week of school when we It's really important to understand and communicate from different people to different pieces of the puzzle and create something new.Just as there are no rules for creativity and each person's characteristics are unique. To agree with a groupmate about "we design useful thing" when understanding that using people as the centre of society is the environment in which art develops like User-centred design prioritises the needs and experiences of the end user. This manifesto advocates empathy, usability testing, and iterative design. Above all, self-reflection.As well as I try to expand my research and learn more (Norman, Donald A. "The Design of Everyday Things." Basic Books, 2013.) and the last thing is Design manifesto that focuses on graphic design. It emphasises the importance of simplicity, order, and timelessness in design. Principles cover typography, grids, and colour, making it a valuable resource for graphic designers.The most basic things are always reminded a lot by teachers. However, I recommend reading Vignelli, Massimo. "The Vignelli Canon." Lars Müller Publishers, 2009.

I thought I was very good until I started to change. It seemed difficult, but learning, developing and absorbing in the CTSB class really formed new, strong and solid values within me. During the path where I was confused and confused with the question "Who am I, and what do I want to do?" I had the answer.

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reference MLA style :

Deifel, Nicolas, et al. "The Open Design Definition." Open Design Alliance, 2010.

Gropius, Walter. "The Theory and Organization of the Bauhaus." Harvard University Press, 1968.

Vignelli, Massimo. "The Vignelli Canon." Lars Müller Publishers, 2009.

Norman, Donald A. "The Design of Everyday Things." Basic Books, 2013.

#CTSB #creative #notes

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little-spoiled-brat · 3 years ago

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Hii sorry to bother i just have request could u make a nsfw of *lonely levi x popular reader*

pairing: levi x reader - nsfw, minors dni

cw: a makeout session, soft sex, unprotected sex

- just you and me -

levi ackerman was known in school as the typical straight a student with no friends despite his good looks and smart brain, he prefers to be alone most of the time. it didn’t bother him to be called the lonely kid though — less people, less bullshit. he often watches you with his eyes as you walk across the cafeteria with your friends while he silently reads a book in a table by himself.

however, whenever you would walk by, you would make sure to send him a small wink that would never fail to make his cheeks flush red. to anyone else, due to your popularity at school, it would look like an normal wink that the popular kid sends to their ‘loyal followers’ but it sends a different message for you and levi.

behind all the attention you get in school, only one person’s attention mattered to you — levi’s attention. you can’t help but sigh in relief whenever you would come home to your shared apartment, knowing that you didn’t have unwanted eyes watching your every move.

you both decided to keep your relationship private to save you the drama and for levi to keep his peace as the lonely kid in school. there was a lot of things people don’t know, your love life was one of them and you intend to keep it that way.

you put your bag on the couch and took off your shoes only to get swooped off your feet by your boyfriend. you let out a squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling.

“levi! put me down!” you squealed, wiggling out of his grasp as he put you down on the bed of your shared bedroom. levi let out a low chuckle, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“that damn wink from earlier, brat” levi said, his voice raspy and it sent butterflies flying in your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“do you do that for the other people that stare at you too? i’d like for you to stop because fuck, i can’t have them falling for you like that” levi said, attaching his lips on your neck as you let out a soft moan.

“seeing how you reacted today, i‘ll stop winking at the people who stare at me in school” you teased, emitting a low chuckle from levi.

“sometimes i wish i didn’t decide to become popular so it’s just us, no drama, no gossips, just us” you muttered, kissing levi’s cheek as he hovered above you.

”tch. sometimes i wish you weren’t popular so i can have you all to myself” levi grumbled as you giggled, cupping his cheek and pulling him down for another kiss. he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission as you eagerly parted for him.

you sighed in satisfaction when he explored your mouth, reclaiming his territory. behind closed doors, you were just y/n and levi — nothing else.

levi tugged at the hem of your shirt as you lifted your arms up to let him slip the fabric off of your body. the cold air of the room touched your skin but you barely felt it from the heat levi radiated.

unable to take your hands off of each other, clothes were thrown to the floor one by one. the close proximity between the both of you serving as a reminder that no matter how many people looked at you everyday, you would only have eyes for him and him for you.

levi tenderly cupped your cheek as he aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in and attaching his lips with yours to drink up the pretty moans that only he can cause.

“levi” you moaned, hands gripping onto his arms for leverage as he settled for a steady pace. hearing his name roll off your tongue so sinfully and having you in his life was all he ever needs.

“ah shit, faster. please” you pleaded, absolutely drunk on the feeling of him splitting you open. levi obliged, pace going faster as he planted his hands on either side of your head to support himself.

“ah, ah, ah. l-levi” you moaned, body convulsing with every thrust of his hips against yours. your lips parted, chest heaving up and down as half lidded eyes stared up at him — completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“fuck. you’re breathtaking” levi muttered, earning a blissed out smile from you. you pulled him down as he buried his face in your neck, lightly moaning in your ear that brought you closer and closer to your release.

“please do it again” you breathed, running your hand on his undercut and through his hair as you felt him twitch inside of you. levi moaned in your ear again, slightly nibbling on the sensitive skin underneath your ear to brong you even closer to the edge.

“shit, brat. i’m close“ levi said, his thrusts getting sloppy as you turned your head to kiss his cheek. “i’m close too, levi”

levi’s moans and yours filled the room as you came crashing down a few moments later, his warm cum spurting on your stomach as you shared a sloppy post orgasm kiss.

he cupped your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone as you both panted from the overwhelming pleasure that washed over the both of you. a smile played on your lips, followed by a small giggle.

“you’re so pretty” you said as a pink tint dusted levi’s cheeks as he pushed himself up and got off of you.

“tch. brat” levi grumbled, grabbing a wet wash cloth from the bathroom and cleaned the both of you up before getting vack in bed and draping a blanket over your naked bodies.

you snuggled up next to him, your head finding home on his chest as he protectively wrapped his arms around you. you both laid in silence, the soft breathing that filled the room bringing the both of you to a state of calm.

you ended up falling asleep on top of levi as he let you get a few minutes rest, running his hand softly through your hair and gently untangling any knots that formed before having to wake you up for dinner and homework.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #aot smut #aot #aot x y/n #attack on titan #aot x reader #snk x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #snk smut

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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firsts with Gojo Satoru

Every day I’m reminded that Gojo is 6.3ft and every day I remind myself that I could still slap the shit out of him and I wouldn’t even have to reach that high. That is what brings me inner peace.

First meeting

It’s not often that the Gojo Satoru is tasked with cleaning up curses of any grade less than level 1, but sometimes while he was casually out and about he would see a few and handle them with no issue

Like the cluster of fly heads going through the street, harassing people

It takes him no time at all to get to them, a few long strides and he’s there

With a swipe of his hand, the curses are expelled, gone from the world and no longer causing havoc

“What were those things?” A curious voice asks off to the side. Lowering his sunglasses, Satoru turns to the person looking at where the curses had just been.

“What things?” He feigns ignorance and it makes you snort.

“Those flying things you just got rid of. I was watching them for a while, they were pretty annoying.” While you’re talking, Satoru is sizing you up. He can sense just a tiny bit of cursed energy coming from you, not enough to be of any use except for the ability to see curses.

Worrying his lip, Satoru debated on how much he should tell you, if anything at all. He thought you were cute, so maybe he could tell you a little bit and then lead it into another conversation...maybe get your number.

“Are you okay?” Suddenly you’re closer to him than you were before. In all his going back and forth he’d failed to see you take a few steps closer and peer at him, that curious look back in your eyes. “Try not to think too hard, mister, I wouldn’t want your pretty face to get all wrinkled now.”

Satoru actually laughs at that, his chest nearly bumping into you with how close you two are now. He even bends a little at the waist, completely caught off guard by how you, a perfect stranger, have just spoken to him.

“Ya know, that’s not the usual response I get from people.” Fixing his glasses on his head, Satoru fixes you with a smirk he knows people swoon over. “And my name’s not ‘mister’. It’s Satoru, Gojo Satoru.”

“Okay.” His smirk wavers just slightly when he realizes you’re not exactly falling into his arms, just nodding and then you’re pointing to the sky where the fly heads had been. “So Gojo, what were those things?”

First hangout

Gojo does end up telling you the truth about the flyheads and you take it better than he was expecting

He was quick to get your first and last name, maybe you were from a family of sorcerers...but you weren’t. Just a normal person who saw him expel some curses

The conversation quickly ends after he’s done explaining it to you, much to his chagrin. He’d laid on the charm thick, hoping you’d ask for his number or for an opportunity for him to ask, but none came

When he was done telling you about the curses, you gave him a brief pat on the arm, thanked him and went about your day

There was a soft smile on your face as you walked away, and the feeling of your hand still lingered on his arm

Gojo wanted to see you again, but he knew he might never

“Oh, hello Gojo.” Your voice pops up again in an unexpected place, the candy section of a local convenience store near the train station he’d just exited.

“Huh?” He turns, surprised to see you and surprised that you addressed him so casually. It was indeed you, the person he’d seen before and wanted to get to know better.

“Hm, is it not you? I don’t know anyone else that tall with white hair.” Scratching your cheek, you give him a once over.

“It is me.” He’s quick to answer before you apologize and walk away.

“Ha, knew it.” A sly grin comes on your face and Satoru grins in return, his chest tightening a little bit. Rocking on your heels, you gesture to the candy in front of you. “What’s your poison?”

“Everything.” Snorting, Satoru looks at the candy briefly, eyes scanning on all the ones he’s tried.

��Ouch, sounds like a serious sweet tooth.” Chuckling to yourself, you reach out and grab a bag of sour gummies. “These are my favorite, have you tried them?” He has and he kind of hates them, but he picks up a bag anyway and pretends to read it over.

“No, I haven’t. They’re your favorite, you say?” You nod and he holds them more securely in his hand. “Alright, I’ll get them. And this.” Snatching up a chocolate bar he knows he actually likes, Satoru walks with you to the checker and puts his items on top of yours. “I’ll pay.”

You don’t fight him on paying, thanking him with a smile and another pat on his arm. As you walk out of the shop, Satoru nearly puts his arm around your shoulder. It feels like the two of you are on a casual snack run together before going somewhere to watch a movie or something. Even though you’re a stranger, Satoru feels like you already belong together.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again.” You say, snapping him out of his delusion. “What are your plans for the day?” It’s a wonderful day in a suburb of Tokyo, near the place you’d first met. The sun is beaming but not too hot, there’s fluffy white clouds scattered around the sky and a light breeze.

“Nothing, honestly.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru looks up and down the street. Honestly, he did have something to do, he was supposed to meet Ijichi for a little meeting with a few other people. But if he was being honest, he’d gladly be late or even skip it entirely if it meant talking to you more.

“Really? Well if you’re into them, there’s a really good cafe just around the corner. I think you’d like it.” Oh shit, were you asking to hang out with him? Or was this more of a date? Watching you take out your phone, Satoru is confused when you pull up a GPS. “If you want, I’ll send you the address.”

Wait...what? Looking at you with clear confusion on his face, Satoru points down the street.

“Let’s go there together, since we’re already here.” Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch, but Satoru can easily see the miniscule way your face changes. Putting your phone away, you take a step down the street.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Once at the cafe, Satoru feels in heaven. It’s a space made for intimate conversations with closed off booths lining the walls and the rich dark colors decorating the space. It feels almost like a lounge instead of a cafe, but when he sees the menu and there’s no alcohol, he’s reminded of what it is.

“I like to get an earl gray and some macarons.” You tell him as you stand by the counter, looking up at the menu.

“I’m going to get that super chocolate cake.”

“That’s so much chocolate!” Chuckling, you walk up to the waiting cashier, wallet already out. “Go ahead and order, Gojo, I’ll pay.”

You don’t end up paying, actually. Gojo quickly plucked your wallet from your hands and put his money down instead. It wasn’t that he was trying to impress you by paying for everything, but he kind of was. He wanted you to know he was dependable.

Sliding into a booth, he can feel your knees knocking together, legs sliding between one another as you get comfortable. With the light from the window illuminating you, Satoru wished he could take a picture of you.

“Let me know how you like it.” Taking a sip of your tea, you watch him expectantly. Not one to disappoint an audience, Satoru takes a bite of the cake and lets out a pleased hum.

“(Y/N), this is great.” He practically moans, eagerly taking another bite.

“Knew you would like it.” You’ve got a silly smile spreading your cheeks wide, and Satoru lifts his hand up, wanting to pinch your cheek.

“You’ve got good taste.” He says instead, putting his elbow on the table to cover up his attempt at trying to touch your face. “I really like it here.”

You’re a very big reason why he likes it there.

First date

Gojo makes sure to get your number after that, he refuses to miss an opportunity like that

He can’t risk the possibility of just ‘maybe’ running into you again, he needs to insert himself into your life more than just chance run-ins

Gojo is a great texter, you’ll learn that quickly. He messages you back promptly, having riveting conversations with each other and sometimes calling on the phone as well

Whenever his phone goes off and it’s not you he automatically deflates, and has on more than one occasion answered the phone and opened up the conversation with ‘you’re not (Y/N), but I guess I have time to talk’ with a big dramatic sigh after

He asks you out the second he has a free day, just begging and hoping you’re also available

And with his oh so good luck, you are!

“How’d I know you’d pick an arcade?” You chuckle as you approach his waiting figure outside the building. Satoru is dressed nicely, but not too much. A smart bomber jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and jeans, not overdressed but more put together than his everyday look. And of course, his signature glasses.

“I have to show you I’m the best at everything.” Opening the door for you, he’s eager to get started on playing some games. “(Y/N), wander around and see what you wanna do first, I’ll exchange some money.”

“Okay.” You’ve given up on trying to pay for things when Satoru is around, he will adamantly refuse. Wandering around the arcade floor between the different machines, your eyes settle on a claw machine, a cute Pikachu plush just sitting there waiting for you.

“Gojo.” You’re bouncing on your heels watching him exchange money, and as soon as he collects all the coins you grab him by the hand and bring him to the claw machine. A light pink tinge paints his cheeks and he doesn’t look away from your hands connected together until you let go and tap on the glass. “Look at this plush! It needs me.”

“Here, try for it.” Putting a generous amount of coins in the machine, Satoru stands next to you and watches as you try to pick it up with the claw several times but fail. The plush doesn’t move at all with any of your attempts, making a frustrated whine leave the back of your throat.

“Pikachu, I love you.” You say, dramatically putting a hand on your heart and looking at the plush.

“Let me try, I’ll get it.” Confidently stepping up to the controller, Satoru smirks and taps the glass. “I’ll get the little guy real easy.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say.” Rolling your eyes, you stand close to him, eyes watching keenly as the claw moves. Grabbing onto the plush, Satoru manages to move it a good few inches towards the opening. “Satoru!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm as he moves the plush again and it nearly falls in. His cheeks tinge a little when you say his first name.

“Told you.” He could feel himself getting distracted with the way both of your hands are now clinging to his arm, practically hugging it to your body. It only takes two more tries before the plush falls into the opening and the machine lets out a victory noise.

“Awesome!” You’re so excited that you jump a little bit in joy and actually do hug his arm tightly before letting go. Putting the plush in your hands, Satoru watches as you cutely squish it with your hands and smile.

“What other plush do you want? I’ll win them all.”

He did indeed win all the plushies and toys you wanted. He always let you try first, wanting to see if you could do it on your own, but more often than not he proved the title ‘best at everything’ wasn’t just for show.

Moving on from the claw games, you played the other arcade games around. Mario kart, random rhythm games and even scary shooters, Satoru played them all with you. Sometimes he let you win, other times he completely destroyed you. And when something scared you, he was always there to put an arm around your shoulder and protect you.

First confession

You spend far too many hours in the arcade, playing game after game and accumulating an obscene amount of claw game prizes

Gojo doesn’t joke around damnit!

He also forces Ijichi to come and drive you home lol and he sits in the backseat with you, holding your hand and playing with your fingers while you make friendly conversation with Ijichi

Carrying the bag full of plushies to your door, Gojo sets them in the threshold of your apartment before looking back at you

The open door is like a void just begging for Satoru to step into. The soft overhead light you’d flicked on was enough to illuminate a little more of your apartment, and from what Satoru could see it was nicely decorated and smelled like flowers.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” Biting your lip, you look at him for just a moment before looking away again, rocking back and forth on your feet bashfully.

“I did too.” Satoru means it, he’s already planning the next date in his head and the best way to shove his responsibilities onto others so his schedule opens up. Grabbing your hand, he laces your fingers together and holds it up to his chest. “I hope I can see you again soon. I really like you (Y/N).”

“I like you a lot too.” You’re too embarrassed to say anything more, continuing to bite your lip and letting Satoru squeeze your hand. Slowly, the two of you shuffle closer to each other, and Satoru brushes the tips of his fingers along your face, subtly tilting it up so he can kiss you.

Just as he gets close enough to feel your breath, a sharp baby's cry sounds from the apartment next to yours and it makes you jump. There’s shuffling inside and then the door is thrown open and a tired looking man in old sweats comes running out.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!”

“Hi Mr. Yoo. What’re you doing out?” Turning to him, you try to play off the fact that you were just caught almost kissing in front of your door.

“I realized we’re all out of diapers! I have to go get some stat.” He barely pays Satoru any attention, quickly rushing off with a brief goodbye.

Now the moment had been ruined, you were too far now and you’d pulled your hands away when the door was opened. Stepping into your apartment, you give a lingering look at Satoru’s lips before meeting his eyes.

“Text me when you get home.” You say, and with a soft goodbye you close the door and Satoru leaves.

First kiss

Getting blue balled by a baby was definitely not in Gojos five year plan

He literally can’t wait until you see each other again, he’s obsessing about kissing you

Applies lip balm like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, the man would rather swallow a jean jacket than have you kiss dry lips

Any amount of time apart from you is painful and it’s only made worse when his schedule becomes full, too tightly packed to move anything around

He’s keeping up with you through text and calls but it’s not enough for him, and he lets you know almost every time you call that he wants to be with you, be able to physically touch you and see you

When there’s a little festival in Tokyo and Nobara and Itadori are begging to go, Gojo uses it as a chance to see you again

“Hi everyone!” You’re very excited to meet Satoru’s students. He hadn’t told you he was a teacher, all he said was he exorcised curses.

“Hi!” Itadori is excited to meet you, Nobara is excited to see who’s been taking up all of her teacher's time and Fushiguro is just there, curious about you but too aloof to ask any questions.

“So I take it Satoru teaches you guys how to get rid of those curses and stuff, huh?” Your question floored them, and even Fushiguro was looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N) can see curses.” Satoru steps in, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess I can see a little bit of cursed energy.” Nobara mutters. Truthfully, they were all too busy asking you questions and looking at how pretty you were to notice cursed energy.

“You guys are really brave! Some of those curses are really scary.” Shivering as you recall one you’d seen recently(and texted Satoru about), you point toward the festival stalls. “But you guys probably don’t wanna talk about work, huh? Let’s go get some food, I’ll pay.”

“Sorry (Y/N), we’re under strict orders not to accept your money.” Making an X with his arms, he and Nobara shook their heads.

“Satoru!” Slapping his chest playfully, you start to walk through the festival. “Let me pay for something, you’re gonna go broke at this rate!”

“Nope, not happening.” Keeping you close to him, Satoru makes sure you don’t pay for a single thing. He’d purposefully brought a lot of cash to this knowing that the kids would go absolutely crazy - and that he wanted to spoil you some more to make up for his absence.

As the night progresses, the students get more and more distant. Satoru had briefed them on the way that it was purely a date between you and him and that they were just tagging along and not to stick around for too long.

“This snow ice is so good!” At a more secluded spot at the festival, you and Satoru find a bench to sit at and enjoy the frozen treat he’d bought.

“Feed me.” Opening his mouth, Satoru sticks his tongue out obnoxiously while waiting for you.

“You’re gonna drool on yourself.” You laugh, quickly scooping some up and putting it in his mouth. Holding your hand, Satoru lets the ice fully dissolve before pulling the spoon out. He wants to make a teasing sexual comment, but a loud boom sounds in the sky before he can.

“Fireworks.” He whispers, looking up at the sky as it’s illuminated with bright flashes of light. You let out a noise in awe of the display, and Satoru is suddenly staring right at you. Looking at the way your eyes reflect the light, he can’t stop himself from leaning forward.

“Sa-” Turning your head at the same time he’s about to kiss your cheek, your lips connect. You gasp, and if Satoru hadn’t also been holding onto the snow ice it would have fallen from your hand.

He doesn’t miss an opportunity though, pressing firmly on your lips and tilting his head a little. Your eyes flutter closed, and you pull away for a brief moment to lick your lips before going back in. The sound of fireworks continue to boom above you, continuing to flash light across your closed eyes. It all adds to the experience of kissing Satoru.

“You taste so sweet.” He says when you pull away to breathe, keeping his face close enough that he can rub his nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Satoru can practically feel the heat radiating off your face and it makes him chuckle. Giving you another kiss, he pulls away when the fireworks stop going off. The smile you have on your face warms his heart, his cheeks a light red color to show for it.

“Looks like we’ll need more ice.” Holding up the melting treat, a little pout settles on your lips and Satoru audibly coos.

“I’ll be right back.” Shooting up from the bench, he nearly runs to the stall, already hurting from being apart and eager to get back to you.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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kallulovesu · 4 years ago

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I just read your Yandere Spain going after a Witch country reader. So hear me out on this one, What if England was low-key still into is ex... and is a Yandere. Like reason why they broke up with him in the first place was he was becoming a power hunger bastard they warned him he'll become if he doesn't stop or at least slow down; and he was becoming to over bearing and controlling in their relationship ( this was back when he was the British Empire BTW ). Bonus points if Both America and Canada is platonic Yandere for the witch country. Basically the reader was the mother and care taker they never really had. The reader took care of them more than England did and they were pretty close up until England made them break up with him.

(A/N:) Anon you’re such a big brain...I just had to write a little story for this 👐

You couldn’t stand any of it anymore.

His persistent need to know everything about you, how he started controlling every little thing in your life as your relationship progressed, the way he would manipulate you into thinking that you were in the wrong for wanting to break it off multiple times. It all felt so draining.

"No one other than myself would even think of getting close to you. After all, who would want to be with such a small, lonely country that has barely anything to offer?" "What about Alfie and Mattie? You know how much they love you, and you’re just going to let them down like that? You’re just going to let us down like that?" "You’re only overreacting. So just stay with us, okay?" "You’re nothing without me."

"You belong with us, love. Can’t you see that?"

The words he spoke lingered with you everyday, chipping away at the little confidence you had left and slowly breaking the happy facade you had always tried putting on. Even your two little boys started to seem like nothing but a reminder of your shackles.

You felt as if you were a mere marionette; each inch of you being controlled by his strings as he formed you into his idea of a perfect little darling.

It was becoming tiring. The mind games, the puppeteering...all of it.

And so, you had decided on running away from it all, no matter how much you just wanted to brush it off and stay with your ‘happy’ little family, no matter how much you hated doing his plan. You packed your bags before carrying out your plan, waiting until night fell to finally sneak out. You, of course had plastered that usual smile on your face, the gesture just feeling...fake and empty to you now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You had to pretend everything was going according to his plans.

Arthur was a smart man, but even he got blinded by simple gestures at times.

you hated doing this, but decided to suck it up and carry on with your little plan. Everything was going well, it seemed like no one noticed you acting a bit...off, and you only had to put your children to sleep before finally sneaking out.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Ah, speak of the devil.

You blinked, finally noticing said child before you. He had a worried look on his face, the nudging he gave your shoulder eventually stopping as he saw you paying attention again.

"Ah...! You’re okay, I thought you had forgotten about me..." a shy smile graced upon his lips, fingers slightly fidgeting with each other. You smiled at him, seeing him being enough to somehow cheer you up a bit.

"Of course I wouldn’t forget about you, Mattie." You pulled the child into your arms, hugging him. "I love you way too much for that! Besides, you’re my little angel." You said in a quiet voice, as to not wake up his twin brother.

It broke your heart having to say this all while you planned on running away, basically abandoning them. Arthur’s previous words, while you didn’t want to admit it still stuck with you, and you started to have second thoughts...almost wanting to give up on the plan and stay with your two little boys whom you loved way too much.

"Mattie, can you promise me something?" You suddenly spoke up, patting the boy’s hair.

...but it was for the better. You could only sit there and pray that the children you took care of turned into fine men while you were away, unlike their father.

The Canadian nodded, eyes looking up at you in innocent curiosity. "Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll forever stay the same, sweet boy that I’ve always known...even if I were to disappear one day." You held him a bit tighter, the troubled expression on your face hidden away from him.

"Mother...?" He gripped onto your clothing, confusion written all over his face. The question seemed innocent, but he couldn’t help but pick up the strange tone in your voice, which he couldn’t recognize...and it worried him.

"Please just answer." You pressed a bit more, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

Matthew opened his mouth, about to answer before a booming voice interrupted him.

"Not fair! I want hugs too!" Alfred, who you didn’t notice until now yelled. The boy pounced on his brother and tried pulling him away.

"Nu uh! You always hog her attention away from me!" Matthew resorted, clinging onto you with all of his tiny might.

"Lies! You’re the only attention seeker here!"

"That’s because everyone else forgets about me you meanie! Even you and father!!" Matthew cried, and you couldn’t help but snort a little at the remark, despite how sad you found it to be...poor boy.

You watched the two bicker, amusement written all over your face. It was better to enjoy the short amount of time you had left with your two boys.

"There, enough fighting you two. It’s past bed time," you clapped your hands, grabbing their attention. "you wouldn’t want me to tell father about you two misbehaving, do you?"

"No ma’am!" A small chuckle escaped from your lips, seeing the children immediately freezing and crawling back to their beds. Guess you weren’t the only one intimidated by Arthur, eh?

You went over to Alfred, giving the boy a soft kiss on the cheek and wishing him a goodnight before making your way to his brother, repeating your previous actions.

"Sweet dreams, I love you." Was the last thing you said, sparing them one last glance before closing the door behind you.

It felt as if your heart was clenching, already feeling a sickening emptiness in your chest as you just stood in front of the door, trying to recollect your thoughts.

There was no use in sulking, you had to go. Now.

And so you scurried away, making your way towards the front door. The few items you truly needed were already brought down to your house, with the help of magic of course. You couldn’t waste any more time being here.

You disregarded things such as clothing and other unnecessary things, only caring about the potions and magic handbooks that you had brought along the way. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Arthur could do with these in his possession— recalling that one of them had a receipt for a never-ending love potion, and god did you fear what he could do with that...even a stronger witch such as yourself would have trouble dealing with that, especially if it was casted upon yourself.

...what a dangerous situation you put yourself in. You should’ve never interacted with that bastard in the first place.

You sighed, snapping out of your thoughts and turned another corner. The house was large, and you had found yourself getting lost multiple times...but it wasn’t the time for any of that, you had to get out. Now.

And luckily, you soon found yourself standing in front of a familiar, large door. You took a deep breath, relieved that you managed to make it here without the idiot finding you.

"(Y/N)?" A voice spoke from behind you. "It’s late, where are you going?"

Oh, never mind.

You turned back, facing the very man you wanted to run away from. It was obvious that he was woken up from his sleep, seeing that he was wearing his pajamas while lazily rubbing his eyes. A small candle was in his hands, most likely to help him look through the dark mansion halls.

"Why are you awake?" Was all you said.

"I was waiting... I wanted to rest with you, but you never came." Arthur said, slight disappointment evident in his voice as he walked over to you. "Now answer my question, where the fuck are you going?"

You stayed silent, merely staring at the man before averting your gaze. "Away from this house, away from you." He froze, eyes widening as he seemed to process your words

"Can you repeat that? I...i don’t think I heard you correctly," he lightly tilted his head to the side. "you wouldn’t do something that foolish, would you?"

"Oh, I would." You took light steps back from him, distancing yourself from your boyfriend— no, ex-boyfriend. "I’m not doing this anymore, Arthur. This is becoming too much for me."

"And? What about it? I pour my heart and soul for this relationship... and you just run away like that? Love, you can’t just do that..." every step you took was repeated by him, his hands clenching into fists as he tried so,so hard to not just burst right then and there.

"I know, I’m sorry but I just...I can’t." You looked down at your feet, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Look out for them while I’m gone." And so, you turned around completely and walked towards the door, almost reaching towards the handle before abruptly getting stopped by a hand pulling you back.

"No!" Arthur yelled, his grip only tightening on you.

"England, you’ll wake up the kids-"

"Shut up." The man didn’t say anything for a while, trying to calm himself down. "Call me Arthur...please just call me Arthur."

"How about we just get inside and— and drink some tea while talking? I still have some sweets left from earlier today, so we could add that." He offered, pulling you closer towards him. "Please?”

You were looking at his hand, the hand that brung you comfort so long ago...but you couldn’t help but feel your skin crawling every time he held you now, fear overtaking you at the thought of what he could possibly do with them.

He was dangerous.

"Why?" Was all you could bring yourself to say. Arthur‘s grip softened, wide eyes looking at your downcast ones.

"...Why?" He repeated, "why what?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"All of this, why did you do it? For what?"

"Is it because you want my land? You already said it yourself, my country is basically useless...so why are you so persistent on keeping me here? Or perhaps it’s because of Alfie and Mattie? I’m sure they...wouldn’t really mind me going, they still have Francis and you after all."

"So why? You could have everything you wanted without me."

"Darling..." his eyes faltered for a minute, most likely taking all of it in and thinking of what to do. Arthur opened his mouth, wanting to say something-

"Arthur, do you even love me?"

Before being interrupted by your voice, which slightly cracked.

The man could only stare at you, mouth slightly agape. Whatever he wanted to say was completely forgotten about, instead being overtaken by his sudden shock— then panic. "Darling...what are you talking about? Of course I love you, I love you lots and lots. Everything I do is for your own well being."

"I’ll even change myself if it means having you by my side, so please..."

Love... Could this really be called love? You thought, finally mustering the courage to look up at the man and studying his face.

Confusion. Sadness. Distraught. Interest.

He looked conflicted; obviously not knowing what to do with his control on you slowly slipping away. Your actions were a mystery to him, and he wondered...what were you planning? What was going on in that little mind of yours?

"Ah," your eyebrows furrowed. "I see."

Your question had most likely caught him off guard, which was a good thing... you supposed.

Arthur gently tugged onto your arm, bringing you closer to him. "I-I can’t put it into words how much I love you...so just come inside, and let me show you." He offered again, eyes calculating, as if he were deciding the best course of action; whilst yours were sharp, refusing to show weakness.

"This isn’t love, England. You’ve done nothing but hurt me in various times by now, and I’m sick of it." You stood your ground, willingly stepping closer to look at him directly in the face— "Threaten me, physically harm me...hell, beg on the ground for all I care! But I’ve finally made my decision." and so, you took advantage of his weakened state to rip yourself away from his grasp, making him flinch.

"I’m not doing this anymore Arthur. You can figure everything out by yourself now, I’m done. We’re over."

You loved him, you truly did love him from the bottom of your heart...but you just couldn’t be with him anymore."

"Dear—"

"Enough. I’m- I’m done listening to you." Walking back, you took a deep sigh of relief; glad that you were finally able to stand up for yourself.

"Don’t even think of following me, unless you want to get turned into a mere frog."

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darthkruge · 4 years ago

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Could you do an imagine where Anakin comforts an insecure reader

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Insecurities

Summary: Anakin comes home to find the reader drowning in their own insecurities and does everything he can to make it better.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy talk of insecurities, including the reader feeling insecure about their body, personality, relationship, basically themself in general. A little bit of blood and some injuries but nothing major. Angst to fluff, I’d say?

A/N: Hi anon! First off, I hope you’re okay. Secondly, thank you for requesting! And ofc I’ll write this, comfort fics are my shit! I tried to get this request out as quick as I could and it did take a tiny bit longer than I wanted, but I wanted to do it justice. Also, y’all are beautiful and perfect and I love each and every single person reading this. If anyone ever needs anything, I’m here always. If you wanna talk or vent or just share some of your thoughts, I got you.

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It was just one of those days. You weren’t a stranger to them but, nonetheless, you always felt unprepared when they hit. The feeling where you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, your own mind. Where regardless of what clothes you wore, you hated how you looked. The thoughts were the worst part, telling you lies that felt terrifyingly like truths.

You’re worthless. You’re unlovable. You’re ugly. Everyone else can see it. They all know. No one really wants to spend time with you. You’re annoying. You’re stupid. You’re a bad person.

The thoughts spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until you were lost in your own head. When it came to this, you frequently fell. It was too painful to hold onto your consciousness and fight it, so you let go. The thoughts continued as you curled back up in your bed, in the apartment in Coruscant that you shared with him, the one that normally brought you such comfort, and stared blankly at the wall. Tears streamed down your face and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe them away.

Truly, the worst part was feeling so defeated. You were a strong Jedi and you took your training seriously. You’d fought in countless battles, you should be able to handle one in your mind. You wished you were strong enough to fight against these thoughts. The shame you felt around your insecurities only made you feel more alone. Instead of reaching out on days like this, you just forced yourself into silence.

You were especially afraid to tell Anakin. Your beautiful, perfect, kind, loving boyfriend. He didn’t deserve to deal with you. He had enough on his plate, it wasn’t his job to comfort you because you weren’t strong enough to deal with your own shit. You were scared that once he saw how you viewed yourself, he would come clean and admit to seeing you the same way. I mean, you were so obviously hideous, how could he not see it, too?

Meanwhile, Anakin was finishing up a training session in the Jedi Temple. Normally he’d train with Obi-Wan, but today he wanted to focus on himself. Honestly, he was a bit distracted. Since he had a busy day today and you had the day off, he had to leave before you woke up, which he absolutely hated. He loved being there when you woke up and cooking breakfast for the two of you. You’d been dating for a few months and he was truly shocked that you’d kept him around for this long. You were everything he’d ever wanted.

He realized he was smiling as he thought of you and decided to reach out with the Force to be reminded of your presence. He knew it wasn’t what the Force was supposed to be used for but he honestly couldn’t help it, he missed you. You were a comfort to him and he liked to check and make sure you were alright.

Anakin’s brow furrowed as he searched for you. Normally, you were meditating at this time and he could feel a sense of serenity and contentment around you. Today, however, he was met with pain. Pain, and fear, and hatred, and sadness, and anguish, and loneliness. Anakin braced himself against the wall, stumbling back at the severity of your emotions. Right after, he composed himself and took off in a run, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Anakin yelled, bursting through the door. He was immediately taken aback when he noticed that all the lights were off. Walking quietly, he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom. He went in and felt his heart shatter. There you were, his angel, curled under the blankets, sobbing. He looked around and noticed the mirror in your room smashed. He walked over and gently placed a hand on your back, trying not to startle or upset you more.

You looked up at him and started crying even harder. He pulled you into his arms and noticed how you fell limply into his chest. The fight seemed to have extinguished from your eyes, causing him to hold you even closer. Your arms weakly surrounded his middle as his hands stroked your back and gently combed through your hair.

You felt lost and trapped, the world around you fuzzy and distorted from the tears. Even so, you felt him. You breathed him in, inhaling his comforting scent and feeling his warmth. He helped you ground yourself, the broken wails eventually quieting into soft cries. Anakin didn’t try to shush you, he just whispered reassurances into your hair, let you get it out, and held you. “I’ve got you, love. It’s alright, get it out. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You listened to those affirmations as you sagged into him, taking a few more minutes to just lay there. Softly, Anakin pulled you away from him so he could study you. You saw his face contorted with worry and immediately felt guilty. Great, Y/N, now you’ve made him upset. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve this. Why did I have to be so fucking needy?!

Your thoughts were interrupted by him. “What happened, angel?”

“I-” You trailed off, not sure what to say. “I just had a shit day”

You could tell he knew it was more and, feeling vulnerable under his intensely caring gaze, brought your hand to move the hair out of your face.

Quickly, you heard Anakin take a sharp inhale of breath before grabbing your hand. Ouch. You looked down and noticed the cut on the back of your hand. It had mostly dried by now, thankfully, but the pain from punching that mirror earlier was definitely still registering.

He wordlessly went to the bathroom and brought out some gauze and anti-bacterial medicine. When he returned, his eyes drifted to the mirror and you saw him putting the pieces together. He spent a few moments in silence, his expression downcast. He worked quickly, bandaging you up and collecting his thoughts. “Why?” He asked, softly.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore” You whispered, wiping away some residual tears from your eyes.

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous, love. Please, angel, please look at me.” He cupped your face and moved you so you were in his lap, making sure you heard every word. “You are truly the most breathtaking person I’ve ever met. You’re ethereal.”

Anakin’s voice was quiet as he told you these things. Quiet, yet powerful. Almost as if it was the gentle caress of his innermost thoughts. Completely honest and raw, yet too intimate for anyone to hear except you.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry your brain is lying to you. That must be so hard, fighting against your own mind. Baby, you’re brave. You’re so, so brave.”

You were shaking your head, “Ani, no, no I’m not. I’m not brave, I didn’t fight. I let them consume me. I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe until you came in. I couldn’t anchor myself at all, I was so weak” You said, disgusted with yourself.

“Shh, shh, Y/N, listen. You are strong because even though you felt the weight of everything on your shoulders, you didn’t drown. I know you felt like you would, but look! You’re here. You didn’t drown.” He took a second to pause, kissing your forehead lovingly. “Do you want to talk about what brought this on?”

“If I tell you, promise you won’t think differently of me?”

“I promise. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”

You inhaled deeply, hands shaking slightly. Ani took them in his own, steadying them while looking at you deeply. “I’ve been dealing with some shit for a while and I think it all kind of caught up to me today? I hate how I look, Ani. I look in the mirror and I can’t handle it. That’s why I broke it, I just, I couldn’t. And then I was just thinking of how you don’t deserve to deal with someone like me. You shouldn’t have to come home after a day of training and deal with my breakdowns. I know I should have told you I’ve been feeling like this. I just was terrified. I was terrified you’d agree with me. I’m terrified you’ll leave me. I’m terrified you’ll wake up and see how you deserve so much more than the shitty fucking messed up person I am.” You trail off and meet his eyes, tears glistening in both of yours, “Ani, I’m so terrified” You finish, voice wavering.

Anakin rests his forehead against yours, pressing kisses to your hands. He lets his eyes close and tears fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe you were in this much pain and he never noticed. You were the love of his life and he felt like he’d failed you if you feel like this.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not going anywhere. You are the best person for me, hell, you’re the best person in the entire fucking galaxy. Everyday I wake up and think about how lucky I am to call you mine. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re compassionate. You’re stubborn as hell and I love that about you. You challenge me and you’re a damn good Jedi. You’re strong, stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Your heart inspires me everyday. Simply, you’re good. And I know I said it a bit earlier, but I’m gonna say it again. You are stunning, love. Truly.” Anakin said, pulling away so he could really see you.

“Look at your legs! They’re so pretty, baby. Especially when you jump up and wrap them around me after I get home from a mission? That’s the best feeling in the freaking world! And your stomach! You always let me rest my head on it when I’m tired and I know you think it’s weird but it’s such a good angle because I can lay there and play with your hands. And, baby, your arms!! You give such good hugs and you when wrap them around me?? It makes me feel safe in a world full of chaos. And at night when you use them to curl into me, or when we’re dancing together? Fuck, I just love them.”

Anakin trailed off for a second. He held your face in his palms and you leaned into their warmth. “And you’re face, Y/N. It’s just so perfectly you. When I look into your eyes, I know I’m home. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t understand how you can hate your body when it's the body that makes me feel like I’m going to be okay. You make me feel like I’m going to be okay. I’ve always felt so out of control, so lost. But you ground me. Please, come to me if you ever feel like this again? You are not a burden or a messed up person. You’re everything. I’m here for you. I know my words won’t fix anything overnight. Even so, I promise you, I will repeat them everyday until you believe them and, after that, I will continue to remind you until my last breath.”

You hugged him and nuzzled into his chest, overcome with emotion. “I’m trying Ani, I’m really trying. It’s not easy for me to come to people when I feel like that but I promise I’ll try.”

His arms tightened around you and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “That’s all I could ever ask of you, love. Thank you for being willing to try”

“Thank you, too, for talking me down today. It doesn’t normally get that bad. Some days are worse than others, you know? But you really helped me. I love you more than anything. I love you for loving me when I feel unlovable”

“I will always be here to remind you how deserving you are of love, happiness, and every other positive thing in the universe. I love you, too. I’ve loved you for years, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever”

Anakin hadn’t really let you go since he returned to the apartment. He was naturally a protective person and hated to see you hurting. He was so soft, so comforting. Although vulnerability is always hard, he made it so much easier. You knew he would always validate you, comfort you, and be there without judgement. He was everything you could possibly need and more.

Eventually, your breathing evened out as he rocked you in his arms. Anakin layed you back under the covers and went to pull away to sweep up the broken mirror’s glass. As he attempted to release himself from your arms, you whined and only tightened your grip on him. Anakin smiled and chuckled quietly, laying down and pulling you on top of his chest. You hummed contently and he placed a few more soft kisses onto your hair, your forehead, your shoulders, everywhere. You were his top priority always and he wanted to keep you safe physically, mentally, and emotionally. He could never deny you comfort, especially not in this state. After waiting a few more moments to ensure you were truly at rest, Ani closed his eyes. The glass could always wait until tomorrow...

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iunatiqe · 4 years ago

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MY BEST FRIEND — s. stilinksi

“ youre my best friend and i love you “

pairing: stiles stilinski x gn! reader

!!! warnings: death threat, panic attack

word count: 2,311

I CROSSED my arms over my chest securely as i walked, i was wearing one of stiles’s old sweatshirts that i had taken from him during a past sleepover during one of the chillier months. sleepovers used to be an often thing that the two of us did, having been best friends for so long, but they suddenly seemed to fade out of our schedule as lydia martin, a girl who had captured my best friends heart in the third grade, started actually acknowledging his presence. to be fair, lydia has no choice as stiles was one of the few people who knew about the supernatural world, a world that she was now part of while stiles and i remained the two humans in our friend group.

i didn’t have much against lydia, most of her faults of being rude and pushy were just a facade in which she wore to escape the torment of other high school students. i wish it wasn’t fake, upon getting to truly know her - i found that she was smart, caring, and a generally good person for the most part, it made her a lot harder to hate. i had hated her since the third grade, because while stiles fell in love with her. i fell in love with him.

it was a stupid cliche to fall in love with my best friend while he was infatuated with the pretty, popular girl. i felt like i was stuck in some dumb movie, but this wouldn’t end with him realising that i was always right for him, by the way things were looking now: it was much more plausible for him to end up with lydia rather me. i try to shake these remaining thought from my mind as i approach the stilinksi household, simply walking in like i was used to, making my way to stiles’s room.

just before i could make it, i slowed to a stop as i heard a female voice come from his room. i silenced myself as i listened in on the conversation.

“what do the different colored strings mean?” i could faintly hear, this was a definite moment where i wished i was a werewolf swimply to make the voices clearer, but even so- i could tell that it was lydia speaking, knowing that she was most likely talking about the strings that were skewed across the boys room in order to make his crime board. i would know, i helped hang some of it up.

“uh, just different stages of the investigation.” i heard stiles’s quick explanation, going on to tell the girl what all the colors meant and i could hear the pretty strawberry blonde girl in his room make a note of how the whole board was unsolved. i scoffed under my breath, stepping a bit closer as they changed the subject. nothing was wrong with their discussion, but it felt too late to just barge in, plus i knew that if i did then stiles would give me a look that meant he was upset with me for ruining his moment with dream girl.

“did you get detention for pulling the alarm?” the girl asked.

“yep, everyday this week...it’s okay though, we were onto something.”

“even though we couldnt find any proof of barrow being there?”

i was now glad again that i hadn’t barged in, since the tone of their talk took a quick change once stiles heard the worry in her voice, it became harder to hear as i imagined he calmed her in a low voice. a voice i was used to hearing myself when i needed comforting.

“you have been right every time something like this has happened, okay? so, dont start doubting yourself now.”

“no scent. no bomb..” she stayed silent for a moment, “and i got you in trouble.”

their voices got too low for me to hear again and i cursed silently, trying to imagine what he could be saying to her that would make her all gushy towards him out of nowhere. while also wishing that it was sitting on his bed as he whispered comforting words to me, just sitting with him and talking. suddenly, even their hushed whispers ceased before i heard quick footsteps coming my way.

i tried to act casual as they stopped in front of me.

“when did you get here?” stlies asked immediately, i gulped.

“uh. i just walked in, why? did i miss something? where are we going?” i tried to deflect, and stiles was quick to believe me, offering me a small smile. though reassuring, it didn’t stop lydia from squinting her eyes at me, letting me know that she didn’t quite fall for my lie. i was lucky enough that she didn’t mention it aloud though.

“to the school, did you walk?” stiles continued our conversation, i nodded along as the three of us made our way to his jeep, with me crawling into the back so lydia could ride shotgun as stiles continued to fill me in on what we were doing and me acting like i knew we weren’t double checking the school for proof that barrow was there.

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soon enough, we arrived at the school and stiles was leading the way to the chemistry room as their biggest suspicion was the chemical closet.

lydia slowed and grabbed ahold of my sleeve to slow me down so we could talk discreetly.

“listen, i don’t know how stiles can’t tell your lying, but i know that you were eavesdropping on our conversation. are you hiding something?” she accused making me shake my head.

“no, i just,” i sighed, “i didn’t want to disturb you guys, trust me, i would let you guys know if i had information to give.”

lydia didn’t seem quite convinced as she watched me for a moment longer and i stared up ahead at the back of stiles’s head, not missing the small gasp that lydia let out.

“you like stiles.” she stated proudly with a smile, my head turned quickly to look at her with eyes that pleaded with her to quiet down in case he could hear.

“i do not, he’s my best friend.” i stated, “plus, you should know that he’s been hung up on you forever.” i brought, not feeling guilty for telling her since stiles was quite obvious with it anyways. i tried to quell my jealousy as i spoke so she couldn't pick it up, but all i heard was her scoff.

“sure, best friend. as for stiles, i think that he likes you too.” i rolled my eyes and held back a laugh at her words.

“yeah, right. i have as much of a chance with him that i do coach.” i joked.

“whatever you say,” lydia sighed out as we approached our destination and began to pick up our pace to be even with stiles, “but best friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” she whispered with a wink before catching up with the boy in question. i frowned lightly as i followed pursuit, if this was supposed to be some joke - it wasn’t funny at all…

i caught up with the pair as the three of us entered the chemistry classroom, “what are we even looking for?” i questioned, but was left unanswered as stiles made his way to the chemical closet and simply opened it. i felt the air around us get heavier.

“that’s supposed to be locked.” lydia mentioned, stiles let out a sigh.

“yeah, i know. notice anything else?”

“it smells like chemicals…” lydia concluded, “they wouldn’t have been able to catch his scent.”

i coughed awkwardly, “um, guys.” i brought their attention to me only to direct them to the pile of staples and blood next to stiles’ feet. “oh god, he probably stitched himself up.” i gagged.

“so, he was here.” stiles sighed out, “and he was probably planning on killing someone.” he stood from his crouched position as we all made our way back into the main classroom.

“but who?” lydia questioned, finding her way to the board as stiles glanced around the classroom for any other clues. i found myself standing next to lydia as she stared at the numbers on the blackboard.

“what? does it mean something?” i asked her.

“its a formula.” she mumbled, “i bet it’s a clue.” she said before stepping closer. stiles came to stand next to me while lydia went on to explain how the numbers on the board were elements. she explained each letter until it came to an end and she had solved the puzzle. she stepped back to allow us to see what was on the board and i was sure that all of our werewolf friends could hear how fast my heart was beating from wherever they were as the clue was a name. my name.

i could feel stiles tense up beside me, but everything else felt too still and quiet, but too fast to understand at the same time. i could feel my knees buckle underneath me, but strong hands wrapped around me, allowing me to fall softly to the ground with him.

“hey, hey. it’s alright.” cames stiles’s soothing voice in my ear as he tried to calm me down, telling me that he wouldn't let anything happen to me. this wasn’t what i had meant when i mentioned i wanted to hear his soft voice calm me down - i was expecting more of a bad grade panic, not a death threat. this was new, i wasn’t supernatural, i wasn’t usually the one that stood in the eye of danger. so what did barrow want with me?

i couldn’t feel any air enter my lungs and i began to heave, i could hear lydia and stiles arguing about what to do but i couldn't make out any of the words they were saying as i clutched onto stiles’s shirt. i figured that the two of them had come to an agreement on how to calm me as their buzzing voices stopped, stiles looked down at me and i expected him to try and break through my fuzzy hearing to help my breathing, what i didn’t expect was for him to stoop his head down and kiss me.

albeit a bit shocked, i felt my body relax as i sunk into the kiss with him, but it was quickly ending as he pulled away and we stared into each others eyes.

lydia cleared her throat awkwardly to remind us that she was still there, i barely let my eyes flicker from the eyes of my best friend as i turned my attention to her.

“holding your breath can help stop a panic attack,” she explained, “i figured that if stiles kissed you then you would hold your breath.”

i could feel stiles shift from next to me, “we- uh- should probably get going.” he switched the topic as he helped me back onto my feet. he gave me a look to question if i was still okay and i nodded, but he stayed next to me as we followed behind lydia now to the exit.

“i’m sorry about kissing you.” he whispered, not glancing my way as he exited the classroom, i could sense he was nervous and i wondered why. i guess it was just uncomfortable to have to kiss your best friend while they were having a panic attack, but i figured that we were close enough that he could just dismiss it. maybe it was because it was all in front of lydia, the love of his life.

“it’s okay, i mean- it helped.” i brushed off the event, taking a short look at him. “and don’t worry, i bet it made lydia jealous enough to realize she’s madly in love with you.” i said dramatically to tease him, but his reaction was not what i predicted as he frowned lightly.

“well,” stiles glanced ahead to lydia, “what if,” he continued as he noticed she was far enough away to not hear any more of our conversation and he finally looked at me, “what if i don’t really want to be with lydia?” he said softly, i saw his eyes flicker across my face as he tried to gather a reaction.

“what do you mean?” i let out a nervous, breathy laugh, “you not like lydia? that might be the biggest plot twist our lives have taken yet.” i joked again, stiles looked down at his feet dejectedly with a shake of his head.

“i don’t think i ever really liked lydia.” he confessed, “i mean, i did for a while, but i don’t think that she was ever really the one that i wanted to be with.” he said, “and before you try to deflect this by joking about how im in love with scott then im just going to tell you- its you.”

“me?”

“you can just forget about it,” he changed, switching back to his quirky demeanor to reject anything else that i might say, he shot me a sad smile, “i just thought you should know. don’t let this ruin anything between us, okay? that’s exactly why i didn’t tell you.” he finalized before moving forward to catch up with our strawberry blonde friend, but i gripped the back of his shirt to pull him back and kissed him again. i can’t believe this idiot didn’t think that i was in love with him.

after pulling away, i smiled up at him and finally met cheerful eyes. despite everything, we had one another and that’s all i needed to feel safe. we didn’t have to speak to understand each other as we both turned to meet up with lydia to fill in our friends with what we had found. i knew that everything would be okay with my best friend.

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leahseclipse · 3 years ago

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The Reichenbach Fall: Aftermath - Chapter Two: So, What Did We Miss?

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x GN!Reader (With some Fem mentions)

Warnings: S2 FINALE SHERLOCK SPOILERS, Major character death; death topic, mourning, suicide mentions, depression mentions., terrorist attack brief mention (lemme know if I missed stuff.)

Summary: Now that Sherlock is back, explanations are due.

Word Count: 4.6K

A/N: Here's chapter two! As always- if you prefer AO3, click here :)

The weather had even gotten better, as if it only rained to have a full dramatic effect, there was only wind, which didn’t seem to announce a storm, for now. The sound of the leaves being crushed by my feet as I walked was to be heard, as no other sounds were around, it was very quiet today.

The silence did feel weird, I never liked it.

Not when it caused me to think of…

“Got time to spare for me?”

...him.

“Sherlock.”

“I’m not quite into this, usually- but in movies, the scene usually goes like; they stare, probably cry a bit, and run down in each other’s arms. But...the ‘stare part’ is a bit long, is it normal?” Sherlock asked.

“I would like to remind you that you were dead for two years. Hell, you’re still supposed to be dead, I just talked to a grave for the past hour, doing as if you could hear me from wherever!”

“I don’t think it works like tha- oh, imagination.” Sherlock acknowledged, raising his index. “Forgot, sorry.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing if ‘imagining’ doesn’t exist?”

“Being crazy?” He asked. “Sorry, first thought. Doesn’t mean you...actually are, you’re not crazy. Quite the clever kind actually, a tad smarter than-”

“I didn’t ask to be...praised. We’re kind of in the middle of an argument, and also in a cemetery. Which I realize now, and I doubt the dead people here would like to hear us yelling.”

“Probably.” He agreed, as he frowned.

He’s thinking.

“Can I just ask a small favor? I know that’s quite rare for me to do that, but I’m doing that because it’s you.”

“If that’s asking to keep the secret about you not-being-dead-anymore, I don’t know.”

“This could be this too, but it’s not.” He tilted his head, briefly looking down. “Promise not to kill me in the car? It’s just that, dying in a car, and ‘dying’ again would be quite an unfortunate way to decease, if you…”

“...fine. But I can’t promise I will keep that...promise, once we’re somewhere not outside.”

“That’s...fair, I guess. Thank you for...half respecting-” He stopped in his sentence as I gave him the start of a death stare. “...respecting my favor. Sorry, stutter.”

“That’s better...I guess.” I repeated, hearing a small hum from him as we started to walk out the sinister place.

I didn’t even get myself at this moment. Even though he was there, as I wished, it still hurt. He was here, right in front of me, so wasn’t it fine?

“Why do you have dried blood and bruises on your face though?”

“...John hit me.”

“John did?”

“He...did.”

Well that’s new.

“Guess you said something bad to upset him, I never thought he’d ever punch you, you guys are like kindergarten buddies’.”

Sherlock chuckled. “He had a good reason, though. I faked being dead, let him mourn, miss me. I’m even surprised you haven't done that...yet.” He said, looking at me.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Right. Got it, no...tempting.” He nodded, turning his head back in front of him.

Sherlock’s lucky I have an ounce of good in me. I would have given him more than a punch considering what he did. If he wasn’t the famous, amazing detective, and my...friend-crush, he’d be dead and put in the grave he was supposed to be in all that time.

Speaking of that, I wonder if they just left it empty, or if someone was actually there all the time. I hope it’s empty, though. It would creep me out to find out I’ve been threatening an innocent person- considering they didn’t put some random criminal in there.

At least, the positive point of all this is that he won’t have to pay for another grave, which is...a good deal, for a guy like him.

I hope he has a good explanation for this, it’d be a shame to bury him again.

As I opened the front door of the apartment- Sherlock stepping behind me, I walked towards the blinds, pulling them open to let light in. I turned towards him, looking around the room.

“Yeah, by the way, I cleaned the place.” I pointed out. “Everyday. I know you never wanted anyone to touch it, do anything at all, but I did. I guess that was me hoping you’d come back, and I realize that I...kinda hurt myself by coming back here, hoping you’d be in there, or come through the door any second, but you didn’t, for two years. And even if two years seemed enough to realize that you were really dead- I, and probably others, hoped for a miracle. We didn’t stop at all.”

“I do realize I will never be sorry enough, because no amount of apologies would ever make up for two years, or even a month, or a week.” He listed. “I left you, I acknowledge it. But, even if my next words might anger you more...I did it so you wouldn’t be the ones that’d end up dead. Even if I didn’t die, I did make the person after me believe that, I think. And, don’t hit me for that either- but I’d do it again if a great risk was to put you all in danger. Even you. I know that I haven’t been the nicest, which made you believe you were just a girl working with me, but you’re like everyone I’m always with- a friend, that I also consider family, and you still are, you’ll ever be, if building back our relationship happens to take time.” He admitted.

“I don’t even know what I feel about you...about your death, and you...being here, after a whole lot of time. I mean- we all felt your death deep inside us, it wasn’t just ‘wow, we’ve been real sad , but now we can move on and be better, just as no important person if our life didn’t just die!’, you really couldn’t have...let us know without letting anyone know that we knew?”

“You know I would have if I could have!” Sherlock yelled. “I tried to think this through, and this seemed like the only way to solve this without damage. For you guys, mostly.”

“Oh, so, letting John witness his best friend committing suicide, letting him see his body on the bloodied pavement, his head kinda blown out, literally his friend being dead- was ‘without damage’ to you?”

“It seemed like, at the moment.”

“Well guess what, it wasn’t!” I exclaimed loudly.

“Gosh, try to understand, I don’t know, do as if you were a stranger, I don’t know! If a psychopath threatened to kill you, and your friends, or kill your friends to throw the blame on you, what would you do? Because someone would have known if I ever told it. And they would have killed you, all.”

“I could have done it. You know it wouldn’t have been as bad as it was with you, if it had been me.”

“Please don’t say that.” He plastered a saddened look on his face. “You couldn’t have done it instead. No one else could.”

“I could have, if you had let me. You didn’t deserve this.”

“Neither did you.” Sherlock quietly said.

The both of us glanced at the other, not one word coming out of someone’s mouth. Neither of us knew what to do.

He let out a breath, walking to the window, next to me. “...you’re making it feel like you’re not important.”

“That’s because no one is as important as you.”

“That’s not true. You are.”

“You know it wouldn’t have caused this much chaos with me. We needed you more, you weren’t some stupid detective, you were the most qualified, hell, everyone needed you. Lestrade didn’t need us as much as he needed you.”

“He did need you. you know that. You two were qualified enough to function without me. Don’t act as if you’re not smart, please.” He pleaded. “It was mine to deal with, this was between Moriarty...other people...and me, so not even some kind of FBI agent training for 40 years could have done it, or you, or John.” He explained. “I even had to plan how I’d die, how I’d set it up, how I’d hide, not let my presence slip out- I’m not saying you’re imcompetent, but all of this was mine to handle. I wouldn’t have been able to let anyone carry that. And if I had really died, that would have been fine either, because I would have died protecting the ones that mattered.”

“We would have still felt guilty. There’s always heavy consequences in that kind of event. We all searched what went wrong, if we missed anything leading to that, if we let an important detail slip that caused you to do that, or anything else that could have been blamed upon us. We all thought that was our fault.”

“I know. I thought of that. I do regret it, but I had to...jump off that building. If they wouldn’t have seen me die, they would have killed you all. And the same goes for the actual situation now. If they had seen me dead earlier, they would have killed you too.” Sherlock said. “Look, I wish I could have given up being dead and contacted you in some way, but I had to stay hidden until I could come back without risk, without you getting killed.” He specified. “I would have been the one filled with guilt if I risked your lives.”

“You wouldn’t have deserved to die. You still don’t” I quietly said, resting against the wall. “Do you even know how important you are to us? You’re more than a guy we work with.”

“...and I’m grateful for that. But all I’m asking you is to let me explain what happened; see it as a way to show how much you matter to me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Moriarty wanted me to die. He summoned me to the rooftop, and...after I found an ‘arrangement’, he killed himself first, leaving me to be the only choice to save my friends . So, I had to jump as I was being watched, and if I hadn’t jumped, they would have killed Lestrade, John, Mrs.Hudson...and you.” He insisted on the last word, looking at me. “So this was better, what was supposed to happen, and the two years weren’t planned. I came back because there probably was...a literal terrorist attack.”

My eyes widened. “What? Aren’t you supposed to…”

“It’s being handled, forget it. It was probably a false alarm”

“We were on the road, Sherlock.”

“It’s far from here.”

“Why aren’t we there, though?”

“Day-off. I’m technically still dead.”

“Not really if people saw you. Plus, I doubt it’s a false alarm if it’s bad enough for you to come back.”

“Other people are handling it. Look, are you worried about them? I’ll send a text right in front of you.” He took his phone out, typing a few characters before hitting the ‘send’ button. “Just wait.” He looked to his right, as his phone emited a sound. “There…”we’re still alive.”

“Better, yeah.” I nodded. “...two years was really long, though. I started to believe you had really died, so I guess it worked.” I exclaimed with a shaky voice.

“Glad to know my plan turned out to be successful. Thanks for giving your review.”

“Quite rare of you to be polite. I do suppose you say ‘please’, and ‘thanks’, but I think you forget to say them out loud.”

“Sometimes, yeah. But I do think of them.” He confessed.

“Hm. But...what led Moriarty to do all of this? I’m not quite sure I have all the details.”

“Oh, that. It began a while ago, before you fully worked with me. The criminal network he was headed for was vast, he was practically everywhere, like a ‘cancer’, so we came up with a plan. Mycroft had...fed him information about me, and in turn he gave us hints, as to the extent of his web.” He explained. “And as you know, we let him go, so he’d acknowledge having the upper hand, which led him to destroy my reputation. But...I had to let him believe he had ‘won’, so he could reveal himself, in a way.” He informed, as he moved around the room. “Once we were on that roof, there were at least 13 likely scenarios, which were rigorously worked out and given code names. But, even if I said that he destroyed my reputation, it wasn’t what he truly needed. What he needed...was for me to die.”

“And then, what?”

“He...basically told me that whatever I’d do with him, nothing would prevent the assassins he had hired to kill you, unless…”

“You’d die.”

“And complete his story.” He added. “But the thing I wasn’t able to know was how far Moriarty was prepared to go. I guess that was my fault, on this one. Our first meeting at the swimming pool should have been enough.”

“What did he tell you, back then?”

“He told me about his death wish. And, realized it. He killed himself in front of me when we were on the roof as I told you, and I didn’t have long until the assassins would arrive, most likely. I contacted my brother, and the whole scene started. Each person around was part of the plan, even the pedestrians.”

“You hired...pedestrians?”

“I needed the scene to look real.”

“This street is always empty, this couldn’t have worked?”

“Um...not really. This had to look real, plus they kinda contributed.” He detailed. “Oh and if, them getting killed is part of your concerns, they didn’t. The three of you, and me, were the real targets, they would have only killed anyone trying to fail their mission. And also, if that’s also a concern, the whole street was closed off, like a scene from a play. No accidental arrivals.”

“I didn’t even know all of this was staged. Even the paramedics were?”

“Even them. They’re the ones who faked checking on me so John wouldn’t reach me once I hit the ground.”

“How did he not see, though?” I questionned.

“Before I jumped?” He asked, as I nodded. “I made sure he stayed behind the building situated in front of the hospital. That way, he couldn’t see that I hadn’t actually fallen on the ground, but on an airbag. From that moment, the airbag needed to be cleared out of the way as John came, and as he needed to see a body, a fake one was thrown out of the window.”

“And...what refrained him from running to the body?”

“A well-timed cyclist. He ran into him, giving me the time I needed to exchange places with the corpse, and the rest was only ‘makeup’, I couldn’t be white as a sheet, there had to be blood because of how hard I fell. And, before you ask, what refrained him from feeling my pulse once he had reached me was simply a squash ball under the armpit.”

“You made it sound so…”

“Emotionless? Easy? You could say that.”

“I’d say it’s that. But the moment must have been...I don’t know, between you hearing John, and him feeling helpless upon seeing you.” I said. “Be glad I wasn’t there, because you know I wouldn’t have stayed, the plan would have failed because of me.”

“I know you would have listened, anyway. Don’t underestimate yourself, you’re smarter than you think you are, actually.”

“Compared to you, not really close.”

“If Sherlock Holmes himself tells you that you are smart, it’s not a joke, especially if I say it more than once.”

“Promise you’re not lying?”

“Always.” He promised.

“If you’re always going to be this nice, I might even give up on killing you.”

“Oh, please. Killing me. That’s so two years ago.” He stated, looking right at me as a small grin drew across his face.

“Careful, that can always stay an option. I said that I might, not that I will.”

“I’ll sleep with one eye from now on, then.”

“Then be it, I guess.” I defied, letting my eyes fall on the ground after a few seconds. “I missed having you around.” I admitted with a small voice.

“I’m sorry I made you sad, that wasn’t my intention. I swore that it’d never hurt anyone else other than me, and yet- look at us now.”

“We’re kind of broken, isn’t it?”

“You could say that.”

“Do you think we’ll ever fix it?” I asked, with teary eyes.

“Most likely. Even if that takes years.” He walked towards me, taking a breath before fixing his gaze on me. “I hope that’s the case, I don’t want to keep hurting you.” He confessed, gently taking my hand.

“And I hate not having you around.” I responded, getting up from my spot as I enlaced my arms around his waist, holding tight.

“I’ll do my best to not disappear again.” He spoke out, putting one arm across my back, while the other went on the back of my head, slowly, as if he wasn’t totally at ease with it. “This shows how much you count, I’d never do that usually.”

“I appreciate it, but don’t ruin the moment.”

“You’re even taking your behavior from mine, what’s next? My job?”

“Who knows? I’ve been doing a lot these last two years.”

“I’m sure you’re capable of becoming better than me in less time, and before you throw back the compliment, don’t. This is me...trying to be nice.” He explained, lightly tapping my head before we broke off.

“Thank you for...explaining. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Thank you for…not killing me?” He thanked me, slightly unsure.

“You’re welcome, Holmes.”

“Have you been doing well...lately? I figured we haven’t talked much about your feelings.”

“Oh, that.”

I wish he could be more precise, but he doesn't even know of the ‘other’ feelings, which are more of the love kind.

“...I don’t even know if there’s much, to be honest.” I admitted, looking at him. “I mainly wished it could have been me. A world without you seemed impossible, a great loss, almost unfixable. There was no one else like you, and I...even thought about dying, myself. I was in a really bad place. I even started to do as you weren’t dead, I’d go to your apartment and unconsciously wait for you to return, everyday.”

It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

“And if you hadn’t come back for another two or three years, I would have believed it, fully- even if a part of me would think it wasn’t possible. Nothing can kill you, you’ve basically survived everything, and I do know you have moments of weakness like everyone, but you’ve always done your best to stay strong, no matter how difficult it was. And me...I’m not like that. I always have a hard time with some cases, and I always stand behind John and you so by the time you look at me, I’m good as new, as if I didn’t start to cry.” I detailed, fidgeting with my hands. “But...when you died, I didn’t cry, I kept all my feelings in a bottle, most of the time. I attempted to keep my head straight, for you, which was after a bit of time. I mostly wish it had been me...instead of you, and I’m aware of what I could have done, to make the pain go away.”

“I really caused a lot of damage, which seems pretty difficult to chug down for now, I lied about a big thing, and I can’t be sorry enough. I know that we can’t make life go back to normal, because nothing will erase this, or make it get forgotten- considered it’s all over the internet now.”

“You’re trending on Twitter?”

“Pretty much...seems like it- the press must have seen me. This will make things quite unpleasant, they’ll probably harass you guys as well, gosh.” He complained, running his hands through his hair.

“What’s ten more journalists? I’m used to it anyway. Besides, we’ve already got a lot of stuff in our hands, and will probably have more. Lestrade is gonna blow your phone again.”

“We do have a lot, including having a talk with him. There’s no way he’s getting away with that, you two are the best I have ever worked with.”

“I was going to say it’s quite rare from you but, I’ll just take the compliment.”

“I mean it, so it’s a good one.” He quietly chuckled. “Is our fight over...or?”

“I’d say so? I mean, there’s gonna be some ‘getting-used-to-you-again’ moments, of course, and some explainings, but I’d say we’re cool, yeah.”

“Then um...is it a good moment to announce that John and Mary are getting engaged? I didn’t want to announce it in the middle of a...death, well- fake death topic.”

“They are? When did they even-”

“Oh, at the visit I paid them. He was most likely about to do it, but then we talked, I said a ‘joke-y’ thing…”

“And he punched you.”

“Right.” He confirmed.

“Let me guess, you don’t have anyone to go to the wedding with?”

“Exactly.”

“And I guess that the person that’d fill the vacant spot to go with you...is me? “

“Correct? I mean, if you’d be okay with it.”

“Well I’ve never been to a wedding so...that’d be a great experience.” I admitted.

“As we say, ‘there’s a first for everything’. Plus, I can call Mary now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You see, she had to stay with John, to talk him out of killing me, and other stuff that bores me, and she asked me to talk to you, and ask if you wanted to be her wedding attendant...and you said yes.”

“Did you ask me just because Mary asked you to? I feel like there’s another reason for that.”

“Is this really necessary?” He complained.

“I’m asking so...yeah. I guess.” I assumed.

“Fine, I wanted to have you with me. The thought of being with a friend of hers for a whole day annoys me, and I don’t want to have to pretend to have a good time, only to disappoint her at the end of the day.” He sighed. “And yes, I do have a small amount of compassion for people, even if they are all infuriating to the root.”

“Work on it, because people tend to think you’re embarrassed, or have no interest in having a conversation with them.” I advised. “But...I’m glad you thought of me. I’ll be attending this event with you with immeasurable pleasure, Holmes.”

“You just saved the day, I appreciate it. Call me by my name, though. I know you use Holmes as a nickname, but you have the ‘close associate privilege’, use it.”

“Did you just invent this?”

“Probably. Probably not, who knows. Invent your own words, it’s not forbidden by the law, plus who is going to stop us? The queen? Pff, let her try to catch me.”

“Hm, fair enough.” I agreed. “Although, I don’t get why you dislike ‘Holmes’, I’ll attempt to use it less to please you then, Sherlock.”

“It's very kind of you, Detective.”

“Pff, you’re a child.”

“A grown child then, I’d even say I’m superior, whether I’m speaking of now or when I used to be like them.”

“They’re children, chill.”

“That is quite a complicated task to ask, I do not accept being inferior to a toddler.”

“Come on, it’s a child, don’t be so harsh.”

“Quite complicated, once again.”

“Is there anything that’s not complicated? Something?”

“You.”

“What do you mean...by ‘you’?”

“You know it, you’re nice to be with, easy to talk to, understand, I’ve never had issues when it comes to being with you.”

“Woah, that’s...surprising?”

“I do agree that I’m not that open with everyone, you’re simply part of the few people that I can talk more deeply with. The others just get their whole behavior analysed along with harsh critics, you guys are lucky...even if I used to do that when I met you.”

“I still remember it. You don’t take criticism from a renowned detective in a good way, usually.”

“It’s not really to be taken in a mean way, mainly to be honest so I don’t hurt any feelings later on.”

“People actually tend to see it in a mean way.” I confessed.

“Do they?” He questioned.

“Yes.”

“I wasn’t aware of it.”

“And you’re most likely going to erase that from your memory because you don’t like it.”

“Correct, again. I prefer to be honest, always.”

“I know you do. But you weren’t harsh enough to push us away, we’re still supporting you, years after. You’re gonna have to try harder than this.”

“Is this a challenge?”

“If you’d like to see it that way, it can be.” I offered.

“Then I accept it, dear Detective.”

Even if I would like to ask him to call him by my name as I don’t get to do that with ‘Holmes’, I do like when he calls me detective.

It does give me a special feeling, and I miss smiling at that.

“You do know it’s nearly impossible?”

“Oh, please. Did I ever step down because it was ‘impossible’? I’m not anyone.”

“I do know. It’s just that it’s not going to be easy, you tried doing it when we met, and I’m still here.”

“It was just a small joke, this one is more real.”

“Is it? You’ve been failing for years, are you going to make it now?”

“One-hundred percent sure.” He informed me.

“Well then, I wish you good luck on this task, Sherlock.” I wished.

“I appreciate the kind gesture, Detective.”

“So do I.” I answered. “Anyway...what now?”

“We can either go see John again, hoping he won’t punch me- or we can stay here and talk about anything, even come back on my fake death, you can play the role of a journalist- whatever, I guess.” He said, seeming either embarrassed, or out of ideas.

“I say we let him lose his temper, we’ll see tomorrow.”

“I’d hope you’d not choose to see him, thank god. That’s why I like working with you, you always make the right choices.”

“I told you I was special.”

“And years later, you’re still right.” He agreed. “Can you take some water though? I talked a lot, you see.”

“I knew it. It was so weird that you didn’t ask for something for me to do.” I complained, walking to the kitchen.

“Don’t be mad, you have to drink too.”

I quickly came out of the kitchen, letting my bust stick out. “Yeah but who’s getting the glasses? Not you.” I pointed out, getting back inside.

“Strangely I do not have anything to say. You beat me this time.”

“Told you I’m the best!” I yelled, grabbing the glasses as I exited the room. “Man, I get to tell everyone I beat you, isn’t that great?”

“It’s a pretty good thing to brag about. You can be proud.” He offered a smile, settling into a seat. “Come on, we still have a lot to catch up on.” He said, as I set down the glasses on the low table, sitting down. “So, what did I miss?”

I don’t even know if I ever said it today, but; it’s good to have you back home, Sherlock.

|Chapter Three|

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The Unexpected Reward - Chapter 15

Summary: Natsu and Lucy go on a job together, but what they bring home is something neither anticipated. Forced to make a life changing decision, they have to adapt quickly, but that's never easy, especially given the circumstances. As they work together on their toughest adventure yet, they find themselves drawn to one another, in ways they never realised. Nalu/cute/fluff/multi-chapter.

The moon had come out to play by the time the Heartfilia girl finally stirred from her slumber. Casting shadows across the bed she found herself in, she carefully sat herself up and promptly took in the familiar sight of her bedroom. Goosebumps scattered across her skin as the covers fell from her shoulders. Catching a glimpse of herself, she noticed her clothes were not the same borrowed items she'd worn previously, but a slinky night top instead, one that barely covered much of her midriff and a pair of butt-hungry underwear.

Adjusting to the dim glow peering in through the large window, her eyes pored over the room in hope her memories might return should she find what she was searching for, not that she knew what that was, of course. There was something—something important—she knew, but what? It was right there, staring her blankly in the face, so close she could almost touch it…

"Haru!" She yelled, eyes widening when the events of the previous day came flooding back.

In a blind panic, she scrambled to get herself out of the bed, battling with the covers that didn't seem to want to let go. Cursing at them in her haste, she attempted to swing them off of her and felt the frustration rise when she'd accomplished nothing more than nearly tumble out of the bed. Luckily, a single warm hand reached from behind and grabbed her around the wrist, guiding her back onto the mattress just as she was about to face-plant the floor.

"Lucy, what're you doing? You'll wake everyone up with the noise you're making." Natsu's gravelly voice reached her ears from behind.

Turning around, she noted that he had also just woken up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning loudly. She stared long and hard at him, like she was searching for answers to questions of which she'd not asked yet.

"Natsu…" Tilting her head in confusion, she hadn't even noticed him there. "Where's Haru? Is he okay?"

"He's doing just fine; warm and comfy last time I checked." Natsu grinned, trying to ease the worry that was clear in her expression. "Why don't ya come lay down with me? Then you'll be warm and comfy too!"

"But, I-I…" She hesitantly pulled away from the fire mage, who'd been gently coaxing her back into bed, and walked over to the bedroom door. "I need to peek in on him and see for myself, or I'll never get back to sleep."

Truth be told, when she cracked open his bedroom door, little Haru was fast asleep. A milk bottle still hung from his mouth and a little milky drool had trickled onto the mattress. Lucy stood by his crib side for a moment, drinking in the sight of her son sleeping so peacefully after his ordeal. Smoothing a few wispy black strands away from his eyes, she smiled, relief over taking all sense of dread that had reeked havoc on her and relaxed a little.

Yawning herself, Lucy left the baby's room to return to her own, slipping down under the plush covers. A calmness washed over her, allowing sleep to pull her back in. Her peaceful disposition was quickly ruined when she felt a ruffling of the covers. Her eyes pinged open when two very strong arms came to wrap around her middle and draw her into a muscular torso, one she all but melted into.

"See, I told ya he was fine. You worry too much." The fire mage spoke into her hair, smirking as he nuzzled his head against the top of Lucy's.

"It's not that I didn't believe you; I just needed to see for myself and you were right. He is fine—more than fine—he's perfect!" She confirmed, snuggling into Natsu's firm hold, eyes level with his collar bone. "That was some incredible power he dispelled though, don't you think? It was enormous! I definitely wasn't expecting that!"

"You're telling me, it was awesome! He's gonna be so much fun to spar with when he gets older; I can teach him all kinds of cool stuff!" Natsu beamed in his enthusiasm, already making plans for the little boy.

"You want to teach him your magic? But I thought it was too dangerous? If it weren't for Igneel and his plan, you and the others would have dragonized by now." The blonde pointed out, wondering if the man next to her had thought about the consequences of his magic type.

"Yeah, so? He doesn't have to be a dragon slayer to learn fire magic."

"O-Oh… right. Well, what if he doesn't want to learn fire magic? What if he wants to be a celestial mage, like me?" She asked uncertainly, half expecting him to scoff at the idea.

"Then he'll learn celestial magic… duh! Honestly, Luce, I thought you were the smart one here?" Natsu smirked and Lucy simply rolled her eyes back at him, secretly impressed by his answer.

"What about ice-make magic?" She suggested oh-so innocently, grinning to herself as she heard the displeased growl emanate from Natsu's chest.

"Okay, now you're pushing it…"

Lucy chortled, in turn making Natsu do the same. They turned to each other, moss green peered down whilst chocolate brown gazed up, grinning like idiots no less—like best friends did—just the two of them for the first time since the fire mage had returned from his mission.

Lucy was so contented to have him back in her arms again. The same old dragon slayer that brought joy wherever he went and to whomever he met. A truly pure-natured and beautiful person was he, inside and out, that she really didn't know where her life would be without him.

"I've missed you, Natsu, and I'm so glad you're home now, everything feels normal again." She leaned up to gently caress his cheek with her thumb and felt him move closer, his breath now fanning softly against her mouth.

"I've missed you too, Luce, but I thought about ya everyday!" He gently placed his forehead on hers and relished in her wondrous scent, allowing it to seep into his pores and overtake his senses. "That job was such a drag without you there, it's just not the same."

"At least you had Happy to keep you company. How did it go anyway? I never did get to ask you." She asked, feeling guilty for being so distracted at the time.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't either." He shrugged nonchalantly, obviously not interested in talking about it.

"Oh… Like that, huh? My little wake up call was well received then?" The girl smirked, flicking her nose against his.

Hearing his chuckle rumble through his chest sent a shiver down Lucy's spine. She had certainly stirred something within him. The hunger evident from the way he licked his lips. His tongue glided from one curved corner to the other so fluidly, so intentionally, that he appeared almost predatory. With his face so tantalisingly close, she felt her breath mingle with his. The slight quirk of his lips formed into a knowing smirk once she'd surrendered under his fiery gaze.

Pushing forwards, the lustful dragon welded their lips together, pouring three weeks of needy desire into her mouth for her to swallow down. Lapping it up desperately, a tingle ran from her lips straight down to the heated area between her legs, eliciting a small hum from the pleasant sensation.

He flicked and swirled his tongue across hers, reminding her of all the times he'd done that exact action in other, more intimate places to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. The very thought had her clenching her thighs together to calm the arousal that was surely building. But, she had to pull away all too soon, stifling a yawn that'd rudely interrupted them.

"Oops, sorry!" She heard him snigger this time, clearly amused by her body's impeccably shit timing. "What a way to ruin the mood…"

"Nah, you could never do that." He murmured close to her mouth, looking her dead in the eyes as he spoke so huskily. "I'm always in the mood to fuck you."

Nearly choking on her own spit, she hadn't expected him to be so crude. "Natsu…" She blushed, giving him exactly the reaction he wanted. "You're so dirty! It's a shame I'm too tired to teach you a lesson."

"Is that so?" He smirked, grazing his mouth along her jawline, planting open mouthed kisses all the way along it. "Maybe I need to try a little harder then…" The young man whispered into her ear as he sucked on her lobe, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "Call it, returning the favour."

Using his teeth to nip at her sensitive neck, he deployed his hand to graze languidly down towards her ample chest, lightly brushing over her nipple peeking through the fabric of her top on its journey towards her panties.

"A-And where does your hand think it's going?" She gasped, a vault of electricity shooting down to her groin as he tweaked the erect nipple once more.

"For a little wander…"

His hand delved under her chest and lightly brushed along her curves. Upon settling between her hips, it had one final hurdle to overcome—her panties. He pushed the heel of his palm down into her lower tummy to tuck his fingers inside and slide them deep below the lacy material.

Lucy's eyes flew wide open the moment his heel dug too deeply and unexpectedly shot upright, gasping loudly. Clutching hold of her belly with both hands she looked down at it in shock; a moan of discomfort passed her lips as she felt a wave of nausea hit her straight in the gut.

Her stomach had felt fine not a few moments ago, but now it was twisting and churning unpleasantly. With gritted teeth, she winced, clenching her hands tighter around the tender area in the hopes it might pass.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Natsu asked surprised, sitting up with her to have a closer look. He noticed instantly that her expression was pained and distorted. Her fingers gripped at the hem of her top and seemed to tighten every time her face winced. Was she in pain? Did he hurt her somehow? He didn't remember doing anything to cause such discomfort. "Did I hurt you, Luce?"

"I-It's not yo-" The poor girl covered her mouth with a slight groan, feeling something other than words about to spew out of it.

Natsu placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling her skin begin to warm and moisten under his touch. Honestly, he wasn't all that sure what was wrong or what he could do to help, except to try and offer some sort of comfort. About to ask what he could do for her, the blonde groaned much louder this time and hurried off of the bed, using her legs to push off of it like a slingshot and catapulted out of the door.

"Lucy?!" Natsu exclaimed more urgently, moving quickly to follow after her.

Before he could even reach the bathroom door, the offensive sound of his partner throwing chunks showered his ears. In all the years he'd known Lucy, she'd rarely got sick and he'd very rarely seen her vomit, so this was a new one for him. Unease and, dare he say it, curiosity filled him as he made his way to the bathroom, not fully prepared for the sight that greeted him. The poor blonde was kneeling on the floor, her hunched form hugging the toilet bowl with vomit coating the bottom of it.

Taking the initiative, he knelt down behind her and gathered her hair away from the danger zone. Applying a light pressure, he placed a warm hand on her back and rubbed it in small circles, just like she did for him when he had motion sickness. She continued to puke until there was nothing more to bring up, retching and heaving instead until her ribs and stomach began to ache.

"Ugh! This is so gross… I'm sure this isn't what you meant by repay the favour." Lucy chuckled lightly whilst panting, earning a small half smile from the fire mage.

No, it most definitely wasn't… He'd seen their night going very differently. Not a few minutes ago he had been complete horn dog, now that couldn't be further from the truth.

She leaned herself against Natsu's upper body and placed the back of her sweaty head on his shoulder. Inhaling rapid, shallow breaths through her dry mouth, she closed her strained, watery eyes, knowing the nausea wasn't quite through with her yet.

"Did you eat something funny or what? You don't just throw up like that for no reason." The disconcerted man asked, dragging the clumped, blonde bangs away from her clammy forehead. He was trying to work out just what the heck could be wrong with his sickly girlfriend and what, if anything, they could do to cure it. "Are you in pain, Luce?"

"A-A little… My head is pounding, but it's my stomach that hurts the most. I don't think I've eaten-" The thought of food in that moment twisted her stomach in knots, enough to land her head back in the bowl.

"It's alright, Luce, I gotcha." He quickly gathered her hair again and began running his fingers through the ends, trying to bring her some comfort at least.

She could only describe her stomach pains as something similar to period cramping, but instead of bleeding, it was accompanied by the need to force more and more bile out of her system. With barely enough time to catch her breath in between heaves, her chest had grown tight and heavy causing even more discomfort than before.

The stellar mage didn't know how long she'd spent vomiting in the end; after what'd felt like hours, the nausea finally subsided. A sense of euphoria came over her when she could finally breathe again and Natsu, ever so gently, pulled her back into his chest.

"My chest is so sore!" Hands clasped between her breasts, gulping down as she fought to fill her lungs with needed air.

"I know, you've been at it for a while, Lucy. Do you think you're okay to come back to bed? Some sleep will do you good." She nodded and went to stand. Natsu jumped to his feet first and reached a hand out to carefully bring her up onto unsteady legs. "Take it easy there Luce, you don't wanna make yourself hurl again."

Smiling appreciatively, Lucy grabbed a wash cloth from beside the sink and soaked it with cold water to cool her skin, washing the sweat off in the process. She brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out to get rid of the nasty taste that lingered there. Once she felt a little fresher, she straightened herself out and took one last glance in the mirror.

"Do I look different to you?" She asked curiously, staring down at her exposed abdomen, not sure if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her.

"Obviously…" Natsu answered, watching Lucy whip her head around to glare at him, giving him scary Erza vibes. "You're all sicky; you're not gonna look normal after all that!" Then she relaxed again, thankful for Natsu's obliviousness to such matters. "Do you need me to get you anything? Water? A bucket?" He sniggered at the last suggestion, earning a playful smack to the arm by an amused but overly exerted blonde.

"Water would be great, thanks." He was gone in a flash.

With an exaggerated yawn and stretch, her jelly-like legs traipsed back to their bedroom. Perching herself on the edge of the bed, Lucy leaned her head down at her sensitive stomach and stared at it curiously, grazing her hands ever so gently over it to test how far she could push without feeling sick again.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her; why was she so sick? Could it have been something that she'd eaten? Or maybe she'd caught a stomach bug? Whatever it was, it seemed to come in bouts and was made worse when she felt tired or drained, like when she'd used her magic. She'd never felt so sick in her life, the odd cold here and there but that was about it.

In general, Lucy felt that she was pretty healthy, she ate well, looked after her body, stayed well hydrated, so to be struck with an unknown sickness like this had knocked her for six, that was for sure.

"Here ya go, Luce." Natsu said, walking into the room. He passed her the water and watched her swig it down in one. "You must've been thirsty! Are you feeling alright now?"

"I don't really know. It's my stomach; it feels… weird, I guess?" Lucy steadily reached over to place the empty glass down on the bedside, careful not to make any sudden movements that might land her back in the bathroom.

"Hmm… You mean like you can't touch it?" Natsu asked, not really understanding what 'weird' meant in this context but took the initiative to go off what he felt like after vomiting.

"Yeah, kinda. Every time I do, I feel sick again. It's super sensitive right now." She sighed dejectedly and let her head fall lazily onto the pillow, bringing her legs up to get comfortable while Natsu got in beside her. "I hope this feeling goes away soon. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning after some sleep?"

"Maybe. But if you don't, I'll look after ya, so you ain't gotta worry." He said, planting a small peck on her cheek and then turning her face with his fingers to place a longer, more loving kiss on her lips. "G'night, Luce."

"Thanks, Natsu, good night." She felt the warmth from his body envelope hers, comforting her sore muscles as his hand laid carefully on her hip and stroked the exposed skin there, relaxing under his touch.

The young slayer waited for her to fall asleep before relaxing completely, exhaling a large sigh as he took in the events of the previous day. He really did hope that Lucy wasn't coming down with some nasty bug, that's all she needed after dealing with Haru being so poorly. If Natsu was being completely honest with himself, he wasn't sure what to think. From what he'd seen so far, he was sceptical to say the least; was this some unknown ailment? Or something else entirely? He didn't know.

Sure she felt nauseous; was vomiting; complained of headaches and fatigue; which were all indications of illness—he knew that. However, something just felt different about her symptoms compared to other times he'd seen her under the weather, the boy just couldn't figure out what.

Lucy had told him she'd spent the better part of the past week awake all day and night feeling stressed about Haru, which would tire anyone out. He deduced that that might explain her fatigue and headaches, but the nausea and vomiting—that he couldn't explain. Not to mention her sensitive stomach and the cramping. Nor could he decipher why she'd struggled so much when using her magic; a bug wouldn't usually interfere with that.

He was no expert on these sorts of matters, hell, it was rare the hot head ever found himself unwell in the first place, so really, what would he know?

But there was an inkling. A hunch you might say or conception, ironically. In the deep recesses of his boggled, clueless mind, he knew he'd come across this sort of thing before. Not all that often but around town, on jobs, even in the guild hall he'd heard mutterings between fellow members and guild mates alike, he'd just never taken the time to care before now.

Now he kinda wished he had…

With his lack of knowledge, Natsu had no idea what his suspicions meant and whether he was actually on to something or just barking up the wrong tree. His brain, unable to make any sense of it, was beginning to hurt from all of the over thinking he was doing and decided to dismiss the idea completely.

Nestling his head into the back of Lucy's hair, he inhaled deeply, her floral scent invading his nostrils and allowed the tiredness to overcome him. Closing his eyes, the slight pang of disappointment didn't go completely unnoticed before he drifted off to sleep.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay while I'm gone?" Natsu asked outside the bathroom door, not overly pleased that Lucy had locked him out. Hearing more vomit hit the pan, he cringed and wondered how much longer she was going to be. "Because I don't wanna leave you like this…" He heard the flush go and the water run, then finally the lock on the door clicked and it swung open, revealing a ghostly pale and zombie(ish) looking Lucy, "Luce, you're looking awful!"

"Thanks, Natsu, always the charmer…" She croaked out, throat sore from throwing up her breakfast. She'd been in and out of the bathroom all morning, puking her guts up, looking more and more, as Happy put it, like death warmed up. "I was kinda hoping I'd feel better today, but I just feel like shit…"

"Maybe you just need some more rest? I could always ask Wendy over?" He suggested, forgetting the young girl had left for a mission that morning. "Oh, actually forget that, what about Porlyusica instead?"

"No, please not her! I think she saw enough of us yesterday and I really don't feel like being shouted at today, my head can't take it." That woman could be frightening at the best of times, it was better to avoid her unless absolutely necessary.

"But Luce, you've been in the bathroom all morning, you gotta see someone about it!" Natsu tried to make her see reason, he didn't want to see her sick any more than she wanted to be sick, but Lucy was stubborn.

"I'll wait for Wendy to heal me; I'm sure I can manage until she comes home."

If Lucy was going to have anyone help, she wanted it from Wendy. The sweet, young dragon slayer was always eager to assist anyone and far from being intimidating or dismissive, unlike the old dragon woman. No matter how well versed Porlyusica was in magical ailments and medicines, particularly potions, she had a hot temper and a dislike for humans, so it was best to take her in small doses.

"You never know, I might feel better by then." Lucy smiled at the fire mage in a weak attempt at easing his worry.

"If you say so, Luce." Realising he wasn't getting anywhere, Natsu sighed. He'd have to figure out another way to help her instead.

Once back in the living room, Lucy slumped onto the couch and smiled at the little one playing on the floor with Happy. The sight of Haru finally acting like his usual self again was enough to brighten her up a bit. He'd been perfect all morning—happy, playful and cheeky, just the way she liked him.

"Hey, Lucy, this'll cheer you up!" Happy gestured to the baby, catching both Lucy and Natsu's attention. "Right Haru, just like we practised, say, Mama!"

Haru looked over to Natsu, who was smiling encouragingly at him, and then to Lucy, who was waiting patiently. It was the one word, he'd been reluctant to say since he'd started trying to speak, but Lucy could hope.

"Mama. Go on, you said it earlier." The cat encouraged.

"He did?" Lucy asked, surprised to learn that she'd missed it.

"He sure did!"

The baby looked apprehensive, sucking on his fingers, it seemed he needed a little extra push now that there was an audience. Happy flew over to Lucy and pointed at her, repeating the word again.

With a smile forming on his face, Haru crawled over to Lucy's feet and yelled at the top of his voice, "Mama!" whilst attempting to clamber up onto her lap.

"Yay! You clever boy, you finally said Mama!" Lucy beamed, picking the little one up and supporting him to stand on her lap.

"Good job, little guy!" Natsu grinned, coming to lean over the couch where Lucy was sitting and pretended to high five the baby. "Next we gotta get you saying Happy."

"Yeah, then fish, then fishing, then yummy fish-"

"Naturally…" Lucy hummed sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the cat.

"Anyway, I think we better head off. What do ya say fella?" Natsu said, picking the small boy up from his mother and placing him on his hip. "I think this little guy can come with me to the guild. It'll give you time to rest and me some time to catch up with him."

"Oh, er… okay." She smiled, liking the sound of having a few hours to herself. "That'd be nice."

The young man smiled down at the pale girl and kissed her cheek, gesturing for Happy to follow him as he walked over and opened the front door. "Catch ya later, Luce!" And off he went, locking the door behind him, leaving the blonde in peace.

"Is Lucy gonna be okay on her own?" Happy asked, flying along beside the dragon slayer. "She's really not looking too good."

"She'll be fine, she just needs some rest, that's all. If she needs me, I'm sure Loke will sense it and come looking for me. Lucy's a tough one; she don't need us pandering to her and getting in the way." He dismissed it knowing fully that Lucy's 'sickness' didn't seem to be as simple as that, but alas, this was the best he could do for now.

The journey to the guild was a pleasant one as they strolled leisurely through the busy streets of Magnolia. Entering the bustling main hall, Natsu quickly slipped passed the unknowing mages drinking away at the bar, not wanting to be cornered by one of them, and made his way to the back room where Master Makarov was waiting for him. The old man had asked to see him about something and the fire mage hoped it wasn't about the destruction Haru had left yesterday. Without knocking, the boy with the baby and flying cat walked in, announcing his presence with a bright smile.

"Natsu, there you are! I didn't think you were gonna show." The short man perched himself on the table and gestured for Natsu to sit amongst the piles of papers that made up the man's office. "How's the little one today? I heard he's had a rough time of it recently?"

"Yeah, but he seems back to normal now. Don't ya, bud?" Natsu grinned at Haru, who'd been eyeing the old man's beard since they'd entered the room. The little boy grinned back and began repeating sounds like 'da' and 'ba' as if he were joining in on the conversation.

"Good, I heard about what happened. Magnolia's Mayor has been here all morning giving me an earful about some woodland that had been… decimated, I think he said. You wouldn't know anything about that now, would you, Natsu?" The old man stared at the young man, his brow and lip raised simultaneously whilst waiting for an answer.

"Well, Natsu?" Happy teased, revelling in the slayers fluster, finding it rather funny and in turn making Haru chuckle too.

"Er… I-I don't know what you're talking about… M-Must've been some one else?" Natsu's voice raised in octaves and he began to sweat profusely, not sure what hell awaited him for what his son had done. Was this now going to become a regular occurrence?

"That's what I thought." The Master said, smiling knowingly, a chuckle passing his lips at the state the fire mage was getting himself into and decided that was punishment enough for now. "However, I did mention that should it have been a Fairy Tail mage responsible, I would personally see to it so that it doesn't happen again."

"R-Right… Sure, Gramps." Natsu stuttered, thankful he wasn't going to suffer the consequences because little Haru had destroyed the woodland. It suddenly dawned on the poor dragon slayer that this was, in fact, almost definitely going to become a regular occurrence, he could just feel it in his bones.

The baby, not knowing the trouble he'd caused, had been too focused on the Masters facial hair and was reaching his chubby little hands out to touch it, but with no one paying him any attention, he did the only thing he knew would work—whine. It was a quiet little noise but enough to catch his father's ears.

"What's the matter, little buddy? Whatcha tryin' to reach for?" Natsu asked, following the baby's line of sight, landing on the old man's face. Furrowing his brows, the slayer looked back at the small boy, "You want Gramps' hat? Alright, kiddo."

The fire mage plucked the hat off of the old man's head, much to Makarov's annoyance, and gave it to the ten month old. Although not what he'd originally wanted, Haru settled for the strange item in his hands, sticking the material straight in his mouth and began to suck it, effectively stopping his whimpers.

"You know I expect that returned, without infant dribble on it?" Makarov stared at the clueless dragon slayer and sighed; who was he kidding? He was never going to see that hat again now that Haru had claimed it. "Oh, and before you head off, Natsu, there was another reason for calling you in here. A job has come through asking for you personally again. You're quite popular it seems." The Master gave him the request paper, watching the fire mages eyes light up with excitement.

"Awesome! This one better be cooler than the last one!" Natsu read through it quickly. It appeared to be the typical 'unknown monster raiding my garden, need help!' sort of request, a stupidly easy one by the looks of it. Reaching the bottom of the paper he saw in big bold writing: the reward. A figure so great, his eyes nearly flew out of his skull.

"Whoa! They're offering that much?" Happy exclaimed, not even knowing what to call a number with that many zero's at the end of it.

"Yes, they are willing to pay that much at the request that it is you, Natsu, that attends. Obviously you don't have to go alone, you can take whoever you want with you."

"Wait 'til I show Lucy the reward, she's gonna be so pumped! That money would last us forever!" He exclaimed, beaming with excitement, wanting to run home and show it to her right away.

Then like a ton of bricks hitting him all at once, he remembered.

Lucy…

As if reading his mind, Happy was the first to speak, "But, Lucy, she's not-" He whispered.

"Yeah, I know, Happy." He looked up from the paper and without any hesitation went to hand it back to the Master, a serious face replacing his excited one. "Sorry, Gramps, but I can't do it this time."

"That's not like you, my boy, is something up?" The bearded man asked, concerned for the fire mage. "What's this about Lucy? You can take her if you want, it's up to you."

"No, I don't think I can, Gramps. She's really sick at the moment and I don't know why." Natsu said sombrely, mindlessly stroking the infants back as his eyes faced the floor.

More time away from her and Haru was definitely not something he would consider; who knows how long this job would take? Taking her with him could've been an option if she'd felt up to it, but with her magic being all weird, he wasn't willing to take the risk.

"Yeah, she's been spewing her guts all morning and yesterday she could barely summon any magic without it tiring her out. What kind of illness does that?" Happy blurted out without thinking.

"Is that right? Have you spoken to Porlyusica about it yet?" Makarov asked.

"No… Lucy told me not to…" Natsu sighed, not knowing who else to turn to. "She said she'd wait until Wendy returned, but who knows when that'll be?"

"It'll be about a week before that happens. There are other doctors she could see in the town, but if it's affecting her magic then I doubt they'll be of much use. The only other option is you go to Porlyusica and ask her yourself, Lucy doesn't have to know you've been." Makarov could see it was getting the fire mage down; he'd always been fiercely protective of his friends and particularly Lucy. He absolutely loathed it when he couldn't make her feel better. "I'm sure it'll work itself out, my boy, Lucy's strong enough to get through it, whatever it is."

"Yeah, Natsu! Lucy's beaten worse than some sickness bug before, she'll be fine!" Happy chirped in, his eager expression popping up in front of Natsu's.

"Your right, come on then Happy, let's go. See ya, Gramps." Natsu feigned a smile for the old man and left the room, his lips dropping into a frown the moment the door slammed shut.

It wasn't that he didn't believe them, he knew Lucy could cope, that wasn't the problem. His issue with it all was that it didn't seem to be acting like any ordinary ailment. It affected things that it shouldn't and that made him feel even more incompetent than he already did, but worse than all of that, he felt helpless.

The dragon slayer was desperate to get some answers to what was wrong with his pretty blonde and there was only one way he knew he could do that. If he went to the old woman healer to ask for advise, that would go directly against Lucy's wishes; but on the other hand, could he really sit around and watch her suffer the way she had been?

If she would just let him ask for her like Gramps had suggested, she'd be better in no time. They'd even be able to go on that job together, he knew how Lucy was with money and that was one hell of a reward he'd just passed up.

All this crap was doing his head in, he needed some fresh air, some time alone to think things through before he made any rash decisions. Happy had wanted to stay behind at the guild. Glad the cat could see he needed space, Natsu headed out of the door, ignoring his guild mates shout out to him, they were but a buzzing sound amidst the chaos in his brain. Not up to explaining it all to them, he continued forward, legs guiding him towards the park.

It'd been hours, well, it'd felt like hours since he'd been sat there, in the same spot, entertaining the little one who was playing in the grass. Haru had a way of making everything bright in the dullest of moments. His little face was so cute and his smile so happy, it was hard not to mirror. Seeing the world through the infants eyes was both refreshing and simple, with everything so new and exciting, Natsu found himself getting excited for him. But that usual happy, contented feeling had been duly quashed by everything else on his mind and it was starting to irritate him.

"Whatcha got there? A stick? If that's really what ya wanna play with then go for it, buddy." Natsu chuckled, watching Haru try to pick up a stick twice the size of him was a sight to behold, settling for munching on it instead, spurring Natsu into 'daddy mode'. "I wouldn't go eating that if I were you! That's gotta taste nasty and Mama's not gonna like it if she finds you with splinters in your mouth. Let's chuck it away and find something else to play with, how does that sound?" Natsu took the stick out of the baby's mouth and coaxed it out of his hold. Launching it in a random direction, he'd failed to notice the horror-stricken expression on Haru's face.

It began with a whimper, with his bottom lip jutted out and quivering, a full on wail came next, piercing the poor slayers ears, shocking him and making him wince. "Hey, no, don't cry! Daddy didn't mean to throw your stick away, er…" Struggling to find something to replace it, Natsu whipped his head in every direction, finally settling on giving his scarf.. "Here ya go, that's much better. You can suck on that as much as you want."

"Huh… So you do know how to parent, who'd have thought?" A low male voice mocked from above. Glancing up, Natsu saw none other than the ice-make mage himself standing there, half naked as always, smirking down at him.

"Well, duh! That's because I am one!" Natsu rolled his eyes like Gray was the stupid one.

Huffing at his friends idiocy, Gray ignored him and sat down, greeting little Haru with a smile and a wave. "You're looking much better now little guy, everyone was worried about you yesterday!" Ruffling the baby's thick hair, the young man chuckled, in turn, receiving incoherent babbles back. "Although you on the other hand…" He turned to Natsu, "What're you doing out here by yourself? It ain't like you to want peace and quiet."

"What's that supposed to mean? I like it every now and then; there's nothing weird about that." Natsu had avoided eye contact with the raven haired mage since he'd sat down. He knew he was acting odd, but he just couldn't help it.

"When it comes to you, Flame brain, it's very weird. And you didn't answer my question." Gray knew something was up, regardless of how often they fought, they were very in tune with one another, some would say in a brotherly capacity. "If you're not gonna tell me, I could always guess? And from where I'm standing, it looks like something to do with Lucy, am I right?"

Natsu tsked, pretending not to be impressed by the half-naked man's insightfulness. Gray waited patiently for an answer, a smirk ever present on his face. But he received nothing from the suspiciously quiet Natsu, which, in itself, was his answer. "Right, so it's about Lucy, that's obvious. Did she finally kick you out?"

"What? No, why would she do that?" Confused, the pink haired man turned to his rival and knitted his brows together.

"Alright, well, I thought maybe she'd come to her senses, ya know." Gray cocked his brow up teasingly as he took great enjoyment in seeing the annoyance rise within the fiery tempered slayer. "Well, if it isn't that, then… huh… I got nothing… Just tell me why you're here, Natsu?"

"Well, why're you here, Snowflake? You don't have to be; you could always go bother someone else." Natsu bit back, not wanting this sort of interrogation and especially not from Gray Fullbuster, of all people.

"I could, but they're not as fun to annoy and I have my own reasons for wanting to see you."

The ice mage leaned forward to grab Haru and hold him in his lap, doing that funny baby talk thing and laughing when the infant responded. Natsu watched their small exchange, confused that Gray actually wanted to see him about something other than brawling. Intrigued, he waited for the topless man to start speaking.

"I actually came here to, er… well, apologise for something." He stuttered, placing his hand on the back of his head, whilst looking slightly embarrassed.

Natsu remained quiet, speechless in fact, not sure whether the guy was being serious or if this was some elaborate prank. Gray had never apologised to him before, so this was definitely a peculiar experience for the both of them, one to be cautious of.

"You don't gotta look at me like I've got two heads or somethin', I can be mature to admit when I'm wrong… sometimes." Gray added, not entirely keen on the shocked gawk he was receiving from the fire mage. "It's about yesterday actually. The way I reacted about helping Haru and our fight because of it; he's your son after all and it wasn't my place to say those things. I can't imagine how I made Lucy feel, she was struggling enough already without me making it worse. It was wrong of me to do that, so I'm sorry."

If he was being honest, Natsu had forgotten all about that, putting it to the back of his mind like he did with all of his bickering with Gray, it was the least of his worries at the moment. But the ice mage did have a point, their disagreement had gone beyond the boundaries of their usual rivalry banter, having brought not only Haru into it, but Lucy as well.

"I didn't mean to explode like that, I've kinda had a lot going on and I took it out on you guys." Gray added, his earlier smirk gone and mood now dampened.

Natsu could see the man was troubled; something was bothering his friend deep down under that hard exterior, but was reluctant to say what. He'd been eyeing him carefully; he knew him apologising smelt off and now he just needed to know why?

"Yeah, so quit broodin' and spit it out." Natsu said, not wanting to give away too much that he was concerned for his frenemy, but also completely clueless as to what he might tell him.

Sighing dejectedly, Gray answered, "Natsu, what's it like?" He couldn't bring himself to look at the fire mage, his eyes trained on the infant in his lap.

"What is what like?"

"You know, this." He gestured to the infant playing with his father's scarf, still comfortably sat in the ice mages lap.

"You mean having a kid?" Natsu asked, garnering the attention of said child when he spoke. "It's the best thing ever!" The young father exclaimed with his usual, vibrant enthusiasm, lightening the mood without even meaning too. "Why'd you wanna know?"

At first Gray stayed quiet, not knowing how to answer that question without it all becoming too real for him. He was worried for sure, scared of the unknown, not knowing if he was prepared enough for such a life changing experience, yet now, he really had no choice and it didn't take long for Natsu to cotton on to what was going on.

"Oh! I get it! You're just worried that your kid ain't gonna be as great as mine." Natsu smirked at Gray's dumbstruck expression, chuckling as he turned his attention to Haru briefly, "Did ya hear that kiddo? You're gonna have a new buddy to play with!" Sniggering, Haru gave one of his 'Natsu' grins and decided to crawl his way over and sit in his fathers lap instead.

"Whoa! Hold on a second! I never said that; who said I was having one? Maybe I was just asking out of curiosity?" Gray began fidgeting, his eyes shifting between Natsu's knowing eyes and his smug grin.

"Uh-huh… And if I were to go to Juvia right now…"

"No! Okay, you're right!" Gray panicked, waving his hands to stop Natsu from getting up. "Please don't do that, she didn't want anyone knowing until she felt well enough to return to the guild. She wanted to be there to tell everyone herself. Which is fine but what a pain it's been having to pretend she'd caught some weird bug on her last mission and that's the reason she hasn't shown her face recently."

"Why is she sick?" Natsu asked, curious to find out more. He didn't know a whole lot about what women went through when having a baby, he'd never experienced that with Lucy—they'd skipped that part. "The baby makes her sick?"

"Well, yeah, and a bunch of other stuff. It's like living with a bag of hormones at the moment. One minute she's normal, then she puking her guts out, then she's crying for whatever unknown reason. Honestly, man, I don't know where my head is at right now, I just can't keep up!" Gray sure did look frazzled, now that he had openly said it out loud, his own mood swings and weird behaviour made a bit more sense.

"Hasn't Juvia always been like that? Apart from the blowing chunks bit."

"I guess so, but now she's even crazier."

"Aren't you happy about it though? 'Cause I'm sure Juvia is." The slayer asked, curiously.

"Yeah, sure I am, but I'm terrified too. It's just weird ya know? And with her magic acting up lately, she hasn't been able to go on any jobs with me." Gray shrugged, not seeming too bothered by it.

"Wait, what did you say?" Natsu's mind had gone into overdrive the moment those words left the demon slayers mouth. "The baby… It affects her magic too?!"

"Yeah, it drains her, makes her sick and tired. Although, Porlyusica said that's a symptom that eventually wears off." Gray said, eyeing the dragon slayer as his eyes became like two saucers, a gaping mouth to match. "What? Did I say something?" Not having a clue what was going on, the ice mage stared at his friend, not knowing what he'd said wrong.

"N-No, it's, uh, L-Lucy, she's… I gotta go!" The pink haired boy hopped to his feet and as quick as lightning he was in the distance, yelling his thanks behind him.

"Wait, Natsu! You never told me… what was wrong with Lucy?" Already out of sight by the time Gray had finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head. "That idiot…" He muttered under his breath, ignoring the horrified stares of the people around him as he took himself out of the park, never looking down to see that he'd lost his trousers now too.

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