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scarletqueenx · 7 months ago

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chapter two - i miss you, i’m sorry

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: After a few months dating, Dean abandoned you in a motel room without giving you any explanation, years later his brother and he saved you from a demon and now you hunt with them discovering every day new mysteries about your family and the destiny that awaits you. Heaven, hell, demons, angels, vampires, witches and much more.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language. This is my first time writing in the readers perspective, as i'm used to write oc´s.

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Dean knew, from the state they had found you, that you were in serious condition. So waiting for the doctors to update them on your state was getting frustrating.

He couldn't ask about your either, as he wasn't your family. And if he showed his real concern, Henry and Peter would start to ask questions. Sam was trying to distract him, telling him about possible cases, but Dean was barely listening. He hadn't even been able to kill whoever or whatever had done this to his ex-girlfriend.

"Holloway?" The doctor's voice pronouncing your last name brought him out of his thoughts.

Henry quickly stood up, while Peter closed the comic book in his hands to pay attention to the doctor's explanation. Sam and Dean remained seated, listening closely.

"Yeah. Hi. It's me, I'm her father." Henry answered, approaching the doctor. "Is she okay?"

"Mr. Holloway. I'm doctor Ross." The man introduced himself, shaking his hand. "I am the one who took care of her." He explained. Henry nodded in silence. "She had a head concussion. But the CT came back negative. There is no sign of brain damage. She also has a couple of broken ribs and lost a lot of blood, so we've had to give her some transfusions. All of that said, we think she is going to be fine." Henry sighed with relief, while Dean felt how his breathing became normal again. Beside him, Peter could sense his relief, squinting his eyes at him in confusion. "She is still asleep. We're waiting for her to wake up, hopefully it won't be long. Everything seems normal. She's been lucky."

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much." Henry said. "When will we be able to see her?"

"I will have a nurse take you. Although only family is allowed at the moment."

Dean was afraid he would say that, but a part of him already knew. He wanted to see you, but he also knew he had no right to.

"Guys, I haven't had a chance to thank you yet." Dean and Sam stood as Henry approached them. "I am very grateful that you found her. We both are, aren't we, Peter?"

"Yeah, of course." He nodded. Sam gave him a little smile. "Although I'm actually the one who found her."

"Peter."

"What? It's true."

"We're just happy she's okay." Sam interrupted their little discussion. Feeling secretly jealous of the father-son relationship the two seemed to have.

Henry smiled at him in appreciation.

"Do you think maybe we could see her?" Dean asked, drawing the man's attention. "To know what she can tell us about the thing that attacked her?" He quickly clarified.

"I'm sure she'll want to hunt it down herself." Henry answered.

"No. Yeah. Of course. But she's hurt, and that thing can still hurt people."

"Yeah, you're right." He admitted, thoughtfully. "When she wakes up I'll ask her. I'm sure she would like to thank you too."

"Thanks."

"In the meantime, you can go back to our house." Henry declared, pulling the keys out of his jacket and holding them out to Dean, who looked at them in confusion. "If she tells me anything I will let you know. It's late, you should rest."

His concern for them was rare for the Winchester brothers. Although deep down they appreciated it.

"You should take Peter with you. If it's no problem."

"No. It's okay." Dean answered.

"Wait, wait, wait." The boy exclaimed, looking up at his father. "No. I want to see her."

"Peter, it's late." He answered. "And you have school tomorrow."

"Do you seriously think I'm going to class after today?" He asked in disbelief. "She needs me by her side."

"She is in good hands." His father assured him, crouching down to be at his level. "The doctors will take care of her. I will take care of her."

"What if that thing comes after me?" He then asked.

"I doubt it. But if that's the case, that's what they're here for, isn't it? To hunt it down." He said, pointing to the Winchester brothers.

"Because they've been doing so well so far." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, cut the attitude." His father requested, frustrated. "They've come here to help without expecting anything in return. Be a little nice to them, okay? "

"Whatever."

Henry rose back up, giving Dean and Sam an apologetic look.

"Hey, kid." Dean called him. "How about a pizza? We can stop and get some on the way back to your house."

Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

"You're not buying me off with food. I'm not that easy." He assured him.

"Unlike you, Dean." Sam muttered with amusement.

"Shut up." He answered, but Sam keeps an amused smile on his lips.

"All right. I'll go with you." Peter finally accepted with a sigh. "But I won't go to class tomorrow. I want to be with her." He looked back up to his father.

"We'll talk about it later." He answered him. "Thanks guys."

"Yeah, no problem."

Peter didn't went to school the next day. When he woke up, his father still hadn't come home. Henry had spent the night in the hospital, in an uncomfortable chair next to your bed, waiting for you to wake up.

That morning Dean had been the first to get up after sleeping only a few hours. As the younger Holloway went into their home kitchen, Sam was reading on his computer looking for possible cases for him and his brother. Meanwhile, Dean was reading your hunting journal looking for any clues about the man who had kidnapped you and Kaila.

"If it was a demon it will be gone by now." Sam said, looking up at his brother.

"Unless he's still hell-bent on following her." Dean answered. "If we find him, we could finish him off."

"You can't kill a demon." Peter's voice drew the attention of both brothers as their gazes traveled to the kitchen doorway.

Looking at him, Dean took a sip of his coffee cup before answering his statement. "Yes, you can. If you have the right weapon."

"Like what? The Colt?" Peter asked, frowning.

"You know about the Colt?"

"My dad wrote about it in one of his books." He shrugged his shoulders as he walked toward the fridge to pull out a carton of milk. "He thinks I don't pay attention, but I do."

Sam and Dean shared a look.

Walking past Dean, Peter grabbed your diary from the counter and a box of cereal from the nearest cupboard before sitting down next to Sam.

"I was reading that, you know?" Dean looked at him in disbelief.

"It's private." Peter said, fixing a bowl of cereal. "Read a newspaper. Or a book. There's plenty of them on every shelf in this house."

"It's a hunting journal. There's nothing private about it."

Peter squinted silently, watching him closely for a few seconds. Dean turned to his brother, confused.

"You know, my sister knew a Dean once." Peter then said, gaining back the attention of both brothers.

"She did?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." He answered with a nod, looking down at his bowl of cereal. "He was a jerk. Well, I never met him, but he dumped her in a motel near Chicago. He never called or gave any explanation. "

"Yeah, that sounds like a jerk." Sam whispered, turning his attention back to the computer in front of him as he earned an annoyed look from his brother.

"Sharing a name with him doesn't help me like you." Peter admitted, pretending not to notice that little interaction between the two of them.

"Maybe he had a reason for leaving." Dean said, looking back at him.

"Maybe." Peter repeated, staring straight into his eyes.

Dean gulped harshly at his watchful gaze, feeling as if the boy could see right through him.

"You know." He noted after a few seconds, not taking his eyes off him. "You've known since we got here, haven't you?"

Sam turned his head to look at the boy.

"I know my sister like the back of my hand. I know where she keeps everything. Of course I knew." Peter answered, placing on the counter one of the photos you had saved from your time with Dean. "So, what exactly are you doing here? Trying to make up for what an idiot you were?"

Dean sighed, taking the photo in his fingers to look at it carefully.

"Bobby sent us here. I didn't know she was the one we had to look for until we got here." He explained. "I was trying to protect her, you know? When I left."

"You don't have to give me any explanations. Although leaving in the middle of the night seems like something an asshole would do."

Dean didn't know how to answer that, and he was thankful he didn't have to when the phone started ringing. Sam was the one who answered the call, getting up and approaching the phone placed on one of the kitchen walls. Peter looked at him with interest, hoping it was news from his sister.

"It was Henry." He announced, as he hung up the phone. "She woke up."

"Great. I'll wait for you in the car. Be quick or I'll go alone." Peter exclaimed, rising to his feet and leaving the kitchen in a matter of seconds.

"Don't... touch my car." Dean warned him, leaving the coffee mug on the counter as he followed him.

Sam smiled in amusement, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

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Dean could feel your eyes on him as he enter the hospital room after his brother. You didn't seem surprise or confuse to see him there, which funny enough made him more surprise and confuse.

"My father said you saved me." You smiled politely, shifting your gaze to Sam.

"I wouldn't say that much." He answered. "We couldn't finish the guy off, he left pretty quickly. We didn't even saw him."

"It's okay. I think I scared him."

Your response brought a smile to Sam's face. While Dean didn't know how to act now that he stood in front of you.

"I'm glad you're better." Sam said. "I'm...

"Sammy." Your completed, looking at him fondly. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Right." He nodded. "So have I, about you."

Your gaze then turned back to Dean, whose eyes had been locked on you since he had enter the room. A sense of familiarity filled you as your eyes finally met. Part of your was still angry at him for leaving without explanation, another wanted to hug him and tell him how much you had missed him. Dean felt an ache in his chest, as if this meeting was just the beginning of another goodbye.

"I should... leave you two alone." Sam's voice brought you back to reality, reminding both of you that he was still in the room. "It's good to meet you."

"Likewise." You responded with a kind smile.

As Sam left the room a heavy silence settled between Dean and you. His eyes had drifted away from your, looking everywhere and nowhere in particular. But now it was you who couldn't stop staring at him, trying to read his body language.

"I should have known." You were the one to break the silence. Dean's eyes fell on your with a sense of confusion.

"What?"

"That you were a hunter." You clarified with a nervous smile peeking through your lips. "It was pretty obvious now that I think about it."

"That you were wasn't." He admitted, feeling slightly less nervous in your presence. "I really believed the whole 'art student traveling the country' thing."

"That wasn't entirely a lie." Your assured. "I was an art student, but that's not why I was there."

Dean nodded slightly, his eyes dropping to the floor before he spoke again. "Listen, I'm sorry... I left the way I did. I really thought it was for the best."

"For me or for you?"

"You know how this job works. If anything had happened to you... it would have been because of me. I couldn't have that."

"Yes, I understand." You nodded with a slight tone of bitterness in your voice. "But you could have said goodbye, don't you think?" Dean opened his mouth to answer, but you were quick to cut him off. "It doesn't matter now, Dean. I'm over it."

"Right." His voice came out as a whisper. "I'm glad you're okay." You looked away from him, feeling that same pain you had felt when you had woke up that morning years ago without him by your side and no explanation. "I'm... I'm sorry."

As quickly as Dean left the hospital room Sam approached him, following him down the hallway.

"Did you tell her?" He asked him.

"Tell her what, Sammy?"

"Are you kidding? You know what."

"Why would I do that?" He asked, not bothering to look at him.

"Oh, I don't know. Because you've been wanting to call her for months." Sam shrugged. Dean stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at him. "Yeah, I pay attention too. You think I haven't seen you looking at her number in your phone? Well, I have. You want to tell her."

"No, I don't." He assured. "Why would I what to? Tell her I was an idiot back then, that I don't want to leave her again, but then do that exactly in a few months? No, thank you. She doesn't deserve that."

"She deserves the truth."

"Well, I was never good at giving her what she deserves. I'm back to being the jerk who leaves without explanation. I can live with that." He declared, turning away from his brother.

"Dean, you're dying. It's not the same..." Sam insisted, but Dean had already walked away far enough not to hear him.

"He is dying?" Peter's voice caused Sam to turn around quickly.

"What?" He frowned. "It's complicated."

"Listen, I don't even like him." He admitted. "But I know my sister and she loves him, I think. At least she deserves an explanation."

"I know she does. But I'm not the one who should give it to her."

"She's always wanted to get away from here, you know? To travel. She did a job once near Chicago. The only one she's ever done outside of San Francisco. That's where she met Dean." He explained as Sam listened carefully. "You guys do that, you travel around hunting monsters. I think she'd like something like that."

It wasn't hard for Sam to understand what Peter was asking. And the idea of you traveling with them didn't bother him at all. Part of him hoped that you wanted to help Dean as much as he.

"You know that would mean you may not see her for a long time."

"I don't care. I want her to be happy."

One thing that neither Peter nor Dean nor Sam knew was that you already knew about the deal Dean had made to save his brothers life. You knew Dean had little time left before he would be sent to hell. That demon had told you everything, with the sole purpose of hurting you. Because that's what that demon had been doing since you turned 10.

Your battle with that demon was yours alone. That was why you had lied to the Winchester brothers when they had asked you about your attacker. And it was also one of the reasons why going with them and leaving San Francisco seemed like the best idea. So you could hunt him down.

Except for the fact that it would mean spending a significant amount of time with Dean.

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You left the hospital the following day. You had to rest and take some medicine, but the injuries weren't too serious and your ribs would heal on their own. Besides, you were already used to the bruises.

When you and your father arrived at the house, the Winchester brothers were still there. Dean wanted to leave as soon as possible, but Sam had insisted on waiting for you to return. So while Dean was gathering his things, Sam was with Peter. At the younger Winchester's request, the boy was showing him some of the books on supernatural history that his father stored.

Their conversation got interrupted when the curly-haired blond rushed into your arms, happy to have you back home. A groan of pain left the your lips at the jolt, but that didn't stop a loving smile from appearing on your lips.

Dean heard you from upstairs, but he made no effort to join you. Minutes later, he was too focused on his own thoughts to notice your presence in the doorway of the room where he and his brother had stayed over those last couple of nights.

"A deal with a demon, Dean, really?" He turned around at the sound of your voice, meeting your gaze.

"How did you...? Did Sammy tell you?"

"No. He didn't tell me anything." You quickly assured, which only made him more confused. "I lied before. When he asked me about the man who'd attacked me and kidnapped Kaila." You admitted, sitting down on the edge of one of the beds. Dean watched you closely, listening to your words. "I lied. I did knew him. Not with that face, though. He's a demon I tried to hunt down a few months ago. I didn't succeed and since then he's been after me. He told me about it. Somehow he knew about... us. And he wanted to hurt me."

"So you already knew I was a hunter."

"Well, he wasn't the one I wanted to hear it from. But yeah, he told me." You nodded, looking up at him. "Why'd you do it, Dean?"

"Sammy was dead. I didn't have a choice." His response surprised you. Although it was the only logical reason why anyone would make such a deal. "You would have done the same thing for Peter."

He was right and you knew it. But that didn't stop your heart from shuddering at the mere thought of losing Dean again. After just a few exchanges of words and glances, you felt once again so connected to him that the thought of losing him hurt just as much as the first time.

"They really only gave you a year?" You turned to look at him once again as he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed. Dean sighed and nodded. "How long do you have left?"

"A few months." He answered. "And if I try to find a way around it, they'll kill Sam."

"Is that why you came here?" You asked with a frown. "You wanted to apologize before it was to late?"

A sigh left Dean's lips as he turned to look back at you. "I've wanted to apologize from the moment I stepped foot out of that motel room. I cared about you too much. I didn't want you to get hurt."

You didn't know whether to believe him. The last time Dean had said something like that to you it had ended with you waking up in an empty room. But at that very moment, looking into his eyes, you knew he was being completely honest.

"I forgive you, Dean."

"You're just saying that out of pity." He said, turning his gaze away.

"No, I'm not." You assured him, gaining enough courage to take his hand in your. That gesture made Dean flinch, but the familiarity of your touch quickly put him at ease. "That's not the reason. I cared about you too. I still do."

"I don't want to drag you into this."

"You're not. I want to help." You said. "I may not be able to break the deal, but you guys can help me kill this demon that's after me. Peter told me about the Colt. And if you're gonna die, I want to spend whatever time you have left with you. That's of course if you wan-"

"I don't know..." He cut you off, rising to his feet.

"Come on, Dean." You insisted. "We can help each other. Or are you gonna leave Sam just like that?" Dean remained silent, pacing up and down the room. "You were right when you said I'd like him. And if he were Peter... I wouldn't want him to be alone. Plus, I might be able to find a way..."

"You're not going to look for anything." He interrupted you. "I told you, if I try to find a way around it, Sam dies."

"All right." You sighed. "I won't do anything. But..."

"You're won't take 'no' for an answer, are you?" You shook your head. "We leave in 20 minutes." He then said, making you smile.

But, before you could go anywhere with the Winchester brothers, you had to convince your father. Despite being a grown woman of twenty-four, you didn't want to leave without talking to him. You would rather leave things on good terms and discuss the situation.

You knew your father wouldn't be thrilled with the idea, but you had always been good at getting what you wanted from him. Henry also knew you could take care of yourself.

What really worried you was leaving him and your brother alone. Henry was no hunter, he could barely shoot a gun. And even though you had trained Peter to defend himself and they both knew enough about supernatural creatures, you were still worried about leaving them.

"You're not going with them." He answered as he closes his office door.

"Why not? I'll find-"

"It's dangerous." He said, cutting you off.

"I wouldn't hunt alone anymore. And I'd help more people than here." You answered, watching as he walked around the desk to stand in front of you.

"You're hurt." He noted.

"I'll stay out of the fight for a while. I can do research."

"I don't know..."

"I'm going to find that demon, dad." You stated. "They have the Colt, I'll be able to kill him."

"If there's any bullets left. They could have used them all."

"They haven't."

"I hope you're right." He sighed, sitting down. "But I don't want you to put yourself in danger again for this revenge."

"It's more than that and you know it." You answered, sitting in front of him. "I'm doing this to protect us. All of us."

"I know." He whispered, watching you closely. "You won't listen to me, would you?"

"I've never been good at it." You shrugged with an amused smile on your lips.

"No. Neither you or your brother." He sighed. "You two are just like your mother."

"I'll call every day." You promised him.

"You better." He said. "I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled, standing up. "I'll go get my stuff."

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Sam was glad to hear that you would be joining them from now on. Part of him hoped you could help him save his brother. Another part of him was just relieved that if Dean finally ended up in hell, he would no longer be completely alone.

He liked you. Without hardly knowing you, he could already see what had made his brother fall in love with you. Aside from being beautiful, you seemed to be a sweet, caring, strong and intelligent person. He honestly couldn't wait to get to know you more.

"Call me anytime, for anything. Seriously, Peter, anytime." You said to your brother as you crouched down in front of him.

"I will. Don't worry about it." He answered, his eyes traveling behind you, where he could see the Winchester brothers leaning against the car, waiting for you. "I've packed a couple of comics in there, in case you get bored and so you don't forget me." He said, handing you a backpack.

"As if I could." You smiled.

"Dad has also put a gift in there. I think it was something from Mom." You looked down at the backpack.

"Would you thank him for me?" You asked, trying not to show the sadness in your voice. Peter nodded.

"Sure."

You nodded slightly, looking back at Sam and Dean.

"Remember, salt, holy water and silver knife under the bed." You said, looking up again at your little brother. "You have the key to my guns and you know where to hide."

"Relax. I've got it." He assured you, as he had already heard you say that just a few minutes before.

"Okay." You whispered.

"We'll be all right."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You nodded. "I know."

"I'll miss you." He said, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'll miss you too, buddy." You smiled, hugging him back. "I love you."

"Love you too."

You had never spent that much time apart from your brother. Peter was like a son to you. Sure, Henry was a loving and caring father, but he was also a very busy one. You had always felt like a mother to him. Every time he had a nightmare, Peter would appear in your bed. Every time something exciting happened to him at school, you were the one he told. You just hoped that the distance wouldn't break the bond between you two.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you broke away from the hug, getting to your feet to join Dean and Sam in the car.

"Ready?" Dean asked as he saw you approaching him.

"Yup." You nodded.

"All right. The back seats are all yours. You won't be driving anytime soon, so make yourself comfortable." He said, opening the driver's door.

You frowned as your hand gripped the door handle. "Why not?"

Dean looked back at you. "Remember the last time I gave you Baby's keys? I won't make the same mistake."

"I've learned since then, you know." You answered. Dean raised his eyebrows, giving you a serious look. "Fine." You sighed, getting inside the car.

Imitating your action, Dean got behind the wheel. His eyes taking one last glance at Peter, who was waving goodbye to you.

"Come on, Dean, stop frowning." You leaned over the back of the front seats, resting your arms on it and placing your head between both brothers. "We might make a good team." You smiled, before slightly nudging the youngest's shoulder. "Right, Sammy?"

Normally Sam wouldn't let anyone besides his brother use that nickname, but he liked the way it sounded when you said it. So with an amused smile he turned to Dean.

"Yeah." He replied, receiving a not-so-amused look from him.

"Is the rule still the same?" You asked, gaining his attention back as he started the car.

"What rule?"

"You know 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole'"

"Right." He nodded.

"Well I'm not riding shotgun and I've got some pretty good cassette tapes here." You informed, looking inside the backpack your brother had given you.

"You're not the driver either." He pointed out.

"Come on, Dean." You insisted. Sam smiled in amusement, looking over at his brother. "I've got good taste in music. You said it yourself."

"I must have been drunk."

"Very funny." You rolled your eyes. "But, seriously, we can't listen to the same four albums all the time."

"I've been telling him that for years." Sam commented.

"Maybe on the next stop."

"Really?" They both looked at him with surprise. You with a gleam of hope in your eyes while Sam did with disbelief.

"I said maybe."

"I take that as a yes." You smiled, leaning against the back the seat.

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l-in-the-light · 4 months ago

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How would Law react to so who pampers him alot? Maybe brings him some coffee and snacks when he's working or takes care, that he gets some rest 🍙☕😋

Disclaimer: this is another post answering multiple different asks in one post. Scroll lower for different questions answered :3

To answer the first ask: do you perhaps mean this guy? :D

Because your description fits him perfectly! Sanji is such a good guy, he would pamper Law a lot, especially by bringing food, snacks and drinks (prepared ONLY for Law) while at the same time denying that he does that kind of service to any dudes. He would also definitely kick Law to bed when he catches him lurking around the deck at night or working on something too much, or literally just not getting enough rest. Sanji's denial gives him even extra advantage: Law wouldn't feel so embarrassed by it, because Sanji would make it seem like he doesn't do it especially for him. Law could accept the care without feeling like he gets special treatment. After all Sanji does it for everyone, right?

But if someone pampered him very publicly, Law would definitely comment that he doesn't need it. I don't think he likes very open displays of affection. Like yeah, he tolerates it from the Hearts crew, but I think they are also not allowed to spoil him all the time, especially because he's their captain and he thinks he has a reputation to uphold and all that extra care doesn't help to keep the tough image. If the pampering happens all the time, he would comment on that and tell them to stop doing it. But if they never stop despite that, there's no way Law would be able to do anything about it besides complaining. He doesn't have it in him to refuse genuine care, after all. He would just throw empty complains while accepting them spoiling him every single time anyway.

He might start hiding himself at night, just so he won't receive the extra attention though. If it's on Polar Tang and he can't sleep, he will simply stay in his own captain's quarters, just so no one scolds him and tells him to go back to sleep.

That's why Sanji's approach would be easier to deal with. Law won't have to hide, he would allow himself to openly banter with Sanji, but at the same time Sanji would be like impossible to hide from or avoid, that guy is too observant and once he worries for you, you're doomed. I guess the end result would be this: Law would be more rested, well-fed and spoiled, and overall taken good care of. He would realize that and secretly appreciate it, but he would also never stop complaining. Sanji would get back on him for that by sneaking sour plums into his onigiris hehe. But one evening or night, when everyone else is busy or asleep, and Sanji catches Law again spending the night on the deck and tells him to go to sleep, and Law refuses, but moments later he gets hot tea and a snack, Law will finally thank him for all the care, out of blue.

Because there's no way Law would be an ungrateful brat forever. He might not say any greetings or say the magical word "please", but he knows what "thank you" and "sorry" are. He would use the combo of both, "sorry for making you worry" and "thank you". Sanji would be stunned of course, but I think it would mean a lot to him to hear that from Law of all people, especially because that guy in general really doesn't take care of himself all that much. After that there's no going back, because there's no way Sanji would ever stop giving him all that care after hearing that rare expression of gratitude.

So, that's my take on it, I hope you liked the answer :) you can replace Sanji with some OC or any other character that has a caring personality, and I think Law's dynamics with them would be very similar :D

Not really. He would definitely have some issues and be a very worrying parent, because anything the child does that puts their life in danger would send Law's brain into overdrive and into internal panic. But outside of that, I can't picture him limiting his child. Whatever the child's dream is, whatever they like to do as a hobby, whoever they spend their time with, Law wouldn't limit their freedom about any of that. Also he would definitely be caring, helping them with their school assignments and preparing with them for tests, he would teach the child some responsibility, and some skills like cooking etc.

He would allow them to go to parties, but he would definitely give them a lecture what not to do, when to return home etc. And he would always want to know where they are, that's for sure. If the child comes home late, he would scold them and maybe even do some punishment (the punishment might end up being negotiable though lol). He might secretly follow them around incognito if he's very worried (but since he sucks at disguises it would be super obvious lol), just so he can rescue them in case the situation gets icky.

Besides the fact that Law is responsible and caring, he's also a bit of a bum, so he would be a terrible rolemodel who lazes around a lot when he has nothing to do. Or maybe is that considered being a good rolemodel? After all, who teaches their child that you also need to know how to rest and relax? No one, I tell you, no one, but Law might as well be that kind of parent.

If he ever gets kids apprentices on his crew, he would definitely act this way towards them as well. He would also suck at pretending he doesn't worry all the time for them. He would be overprotective about them any time they do some pirate-y stuff or someone attacks their ship. His Hearts Pirates would be so tired of his attitude and try to lecture him about it, but he wouldn't listen. He just can't help himself, because whenever he sees children he thinks of Flevance and his little sister, it's stronger than him.

So yeah, I guess his trauma would affect how Law behaves as a parent, but he wouldn't be your usual helicopter parent. He would become overprotective only in certain scenarios, and in other ones he would be the complete opposite. It would take him a lot of mental effort to witness his child (or child apprentice) in dangerous situation and trust them to handle it, but I think he would eventually reach that point. After all, he would train them himself and also arrange for his crew to train them as well :)

I mean... you can imagine him any way you want, you know? But since you send this ask to me I assume you actually expect me to like, analyze the possibility? I could do that. Short answer is: no, I still don't think he will be a flirt and hook up with any female (or male) who gets interested in him. Some minor spoilers for light novel ahead!

Let's take a look at how Law's daily life looks like in the light novel. He wakes up, they take turns preparing meals, then they each go to their respective work, and right after it they come back home (sometimes together, sometimes seperately), prepare a meal, train every single day, help Wolfe with testing his inventions... considering the fact that Wolfe's house is secluded and completely outside the town, it actually takes quite some time to walk to it, so I wouldn't expect Law to like go partying with Penguin and Shachi and Bepo in the evenings. Penguin and Shachi would defnitely like that when they hit puberty (and they're a bit older than Law so they would hit it sooner than him!), but I feel like Law would rather tell them to go alone while he stays with Bepo (Bepo's not interested in human girlfriends, after all. He wants a female bear and he won't meet those in a bar). Considering the town is described as small, I think there isn't many people around their age to choose from and it probably has like one or two bars, no more.

Law would definitely not seek anyone on his own. Whenever he has a bit of free time in the novel, he either spends it waiting for his friends to finish their work or by buying food for dinner. Law literally spends time only with Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, Wolfe and the doctor at his workplace. He is never seen speaking to anyone else. It's even mentioned that Law isn't that great at interacting with his patients. It shouldn't surprise us, the first time he appeared in the town he had a huge triggering situation that hit him so badly he spent the whole night in the cave, as far away from any humans as possible. Even after Wolfe took him in, it takes Law a lot of time and courage to go into town and find a job. He's terrified by the thought alone. He only gets braver because he wants to be strong to support his friends who are also as terrified as he is. Yes, Law gets more used to the town and even claims people in it are very nice and yet we never see him interact with anyone else. I think he would actually want to, but his trauma is very fresh and it must be difficult for him to reach out.

But let's entertain the thought that Penguin and Shachi finally manage to take Law to a bar with them, when Law is like 15 or 16 (Heart Pirates leave Wolfe and go to the sea when Law is apparently 16 btw). I honestly can't imagine him, the way he is described in that novel, as someone who would bravely go and talk to someone he doesn't know, because his bad memories would emerge and he would also react very badly at people trying to touch him. He would just sit and drink and worry for his friends not to get too drunk. If someone approaches him and tries to flirt he might not realize what's going on till Penguin and Shachi point it out to him. I think he would also never go back to the bar again, unless only as a support for Penguin and Shachi, who I believe would be prone to get easily drunk.

If one day someone is really persistently hitting on him, he might deal with his trauma by overdrinking and then Penguin and Shachi would have to come to his rescue (which they totally would do unprompted) and deliver him to home safely. That would be probably the first and last time he overdrinks, because he wants to be a better person and he already learned to be responsible for his friends, he shouldn't let them take care of him instead like that. Also there's no way he can deal with enough physical contact so soon after Flevance and Doflamingo's family that he wouldn't just freeze up completely. No sexy times for him, sorry. And if a kiss would happen, it would be forced on him, and I would rather not want to imagine him being even more abused, ya know? So I would rather say that didn't happen either :) or if it did, it would leave him with very mixed feelings in his guts, partially happy, partially feeling bad.

But would libido hit him hard? That could happen indeed, but in Wolfe's house he has like no privacy, right? They all share a bedroom (besides Wolfe) if I remember correctly, so all he could do would be to escape to the bathroom, especially when he can't sleep. That could indeed slghtly encourage him to go to bar with Penguin and Shachi, but then once he is in one he is completely overwhelmed and it all ends with nothing, besides him feeling very pathetic about himself. He would definitely try to train himself out of the triggering reactions, but things don't go away so easily, especially if he's still in early recovering state of his trauma. Healing really can't be rushed and if it is, it tends to only worsen the trauma in the end.

I hope you liked my answer, even if it wasn't what you expected. I tried to be as realistic about it as possible, I guess. Besides my wishful thinking that Law isn't just forcing himself to re-experience his trauma over and over again till he becomes hypersexual to deal with it. Thankfully, I don't think canon material supports that angle, his triggers are not that difficult to spot, he clearly isn't used to force himself to touch others (the way he touched Luffy for the first time speaks volumes, and he's freaking 26 years old then!), and even though he is quite detached and probably prone to dissociation, it's not on the level of selfharming behaviour. He simply stays away from people or keeps them at a distance, it's his way of copying.

Definitely! He probably made a whole educational speech (maybe even did a powerpoint presentation? lol) to them about various diseases, forms of contraceptions etc. He was so professional and unsexy about it everyone probably couldn't think of sex for a month afterward. He's a doctor, after all, he takes this stuff seriously ;)

If he catches someone bringing in a fling to the ship for the night, like for example he notices a stranger in the morning, he will give his crewmate a look till they confess "yes, we did have safe sex", and only afterwards he would leave them to their own devices, without even a comment on that. He would be the annoying daddy doctor for his crew in this regard haha.

I think he could enjoy just lying in the same bed with someone more than actual physical affection which might be kinda difficult to accept at times for him, no matter how much time and healing process he gets done. Meawhile lying in the same bed could be the consistent intimacy he could always get. It will probably take a while for him to reach that point with anyone else than Bepo or Chopper though (because you know, they're not humans, and interacting with animals is often reccommend for healing and trauma). It's kinda easy to say "after he gets used to that after a while", but when would he even reach that level? Will it be with just anyone or only a certain type of person he can accept the thought of trying it with?

Would he even be able to fall asleep or will the stress of it and the closeness or possiblity of them touching by accident be too much? Who knows, maybe "sleeping in one room on seperate beds" would be his limit. His partner would have to be very creative about it. Maybe if they cover the whole bed in thick layer of feathers it would let Law relax and fall asleep fast and sooth his nightmares, because it would remind him of the times he felt safe when Cora-san was carrying or holding him? Maybe they could use his devil fruit powers so his partner gets his body exchanged with some animal (or some hybrid form) for a night so they can sleep next to each other in same bed. Maybe Law wouldn't mind a hug then? The only thing that limits us is our imagination, after all :D

I think after a nightmare he would rather escape to the deck, to get some fresh air, instead of wanting some cuddles or any sort of proximity with someone even just lying there on same bed with him, because it might only reinforce his bad feelings. But would he really feel better if he's just alone? Maybe what would help him instead would be getting a calming, hot drink served with lots of care and love. Sanji would totally be the guy who would deliver on that. And his love expressed through the food would do miracles to make Law feel better. Damn, if Luffy notices Law is awake he might wake up everyone and they just go for a board or card game, to take Law's mind out of the nigthmare. Sometimes, to deal with a trauma, instead of a romantic partner, he would need instead a whole crew of people caring for him. (I'm sure Heart Pirates would do the same for him, if Law opened up a bit more to them!)

I really like to imagine Law being cuddled after a nightmare, but reality of trauma isn't really like that, from what I know. Cuddling can't just fix someone's trauma (especially not one related to touching in the first place), not even love and affection can. It's not a magic spell. Sometimes good intentions, no matter how much you love someone, don't really help. And it's okay, really. There are other ways to show support than offering cuddles!

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481mclarg · 12 days ago

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Scared to love you | AL65

★ I've never been good at telling people how I feel, but you make me want to try.

STLY • FANFIC + SMAU.

• Arthur Leclerc x Male!Oc Driver

Warnings: —

matteolombardi

♡ Liked by dennishauger, officialmpmotorsports, olliebearman, dinobeganovic and others...

matteolombardi: focused.

The ceiling of his apartment had become the most interesting thing in the world to him. He rotated and alternated locations, sometimes seeing it from his bed, from the couch, or lying on the living room carpet.

Giancarlo was still upset, surely. He imagined it, although they had not talked much. Just showing up to ask him if he was going to the gym or going to practice on the simulator. He hadn't liked not being aware of his trip at all. More upset about that than about having traveled itself.

He felt stupid for believing that Girotti would forbid him from leaving his house, even more so when he had to look in the face of a man disappointed by his lack of communication and trust. Giancarlo had given so much for him, and he wasn't able to tell him about his plans? He felt terrible.

He would like to say that guilt was the only thought on his mind during the long hours he spent staring at the ceiling, but no.

He was stuck in anxiety, in fear of what happened. What is going to happen? What would happen to them? With their friendship? Whatever they started with that first night?

He occupied his time cleaning, pretending that this way he had no time to think although every minute his mind continued working; or, on the contrary, using cleaning as an excuse to have time to think. Even if it was two, three, or four in the morning, he was still there, firm, cleaning, tidying, and rearranging the small apartment.

The worst thing is that it still didn't clarify anything.

What had happened in Barcelona? Yes, he knows what happened, remembers everything, and is able to mention every detail. But why? Did he like it? Did Arthur like what happened? Why didn't Arthur text him then? Is he waiting for him? He hate it? Does he want to talk to Arthur? What is he supposed to tell him?

He hates to admit it, and he doesn't even think he can say it out loud, but he's afraid. He doesn't want to lose Arthur, not after everything it took for him to accept that he was his first friend.

He is terrified of feeling, because he knows he cannot control it, and that he may be criticized anyway. If he lost sponsors? If it cost he his seat in Formula 2? If he lost his place in the academy? If negotiations for Formula 1 fell apart?

Being so close, being able to lose everything for something that he didn't even control.

If he could control it, would he avoid having any kind of feelings for Arthur? He felt bad just questioning it. He felt worse knowing the answer.

He could never put a personal relationship above his career, he should not, and they wouldn't let him. He had dedicated his life to racing; He could live alone, not without racing. It was his job, after all, for which he had prepared his entire life, which is why he continued going to gyms and the simulator daily. His dream since childhood. He had already achieved a lot, and he couldn't stay halfway.

[📲 ] Incoming call...

🔊 «Ready for Yas marina?»

—There's still time... —he murmured in a yawn. —, but yeah. I've been improving my times in the simulator. Just have to wait. —the man nodded from the other end of the line.

🔊 . . .

«Why won't you stop yawning, Matteo? You sleep last night?»

—Yeah... a little... —He stood up, going to make some coffee, hoping to eliminate the tiredness.

🔊 . . .

«There is something you need to tell me?»

—No- I don't think so. Why? —

«Pupo, I'm being serious. Nothing I'll find on the Internet?»

—Uh... No, nothing more. —we were careful that there was nothing more.

🔊 . . .

«Don't forget that the flight leaves early, be careful with the schedules»

—I know. I'll be fine. —

«I expect nothing less from you»

🔊 . . .

«Matteo»

—Sorry. —

«What's done is done. There's no point in apologizing» The younger nodded. «Don't disappoint me. There is a lot at stake this weekend»

—...Have I ever disappointed you? —He dared to ask, afraid to hear the answer.

«Go to sleep. First thing on Wednesday, don't forget»

—Yeah-... —

[ 📲 ] Call ended.

His feelings couldn't ruin his effort, his career, the trust he had built with Giancarlo. Arthur would understand, wouldn't he? Neither of them wanted to ruin their lives so soon, right? They must have both been thinking the same thing. It was a stupid mistake, and they still had time to fix it. They could still forget it; get over it, pretend like nothing had happened.

Giancarlo didn't have to know that this had happened, he didn't have to know anything about it. Nobody had to.

«No one will know» he thought. He wouldn't talk, and he trusted that Arthur would understand why he couldn't either. Together-

Together...

With each other's help, the secret would be kept secret, and neither of their careers would be tarnished. Neither of them would have any problems, awkward conversations, or inappropriate questions, and hopefully, both of them could fulfill their dream of making it to Formula 1.

Arthur had to understand, and he seemed to when Matteo made his point and asked him to leave everything "in the past", which was the weekend in Barcelona. He nodded as if he understood, but the sadness in his eyes did not disappear from the Italian's mind.

Why did he feel... bad? Guilty? What was he doing wrong? Did he not understand, or did he not want to understand? He didn't want to think. He was tired of thinking; they still had a qualifying to focus on.

«The qualy» was on his mind every second; he really struggled to stay focused. He just couldn’t. It was impossible to forget those sad eyes and the pang he felt in his heart because of them.

Why did everything have to be so complicated? Maybe if he had listened to Giancarlo's advice and stayed away from others, none of this would have happened.

—Tteo, are you okay? —Blinking felt like opening his eyes, returning to reality, returning to Yas Marina.

At his side, Dennis no longer seemed to expect an answer from him, he simply looked worried about him. Did he look that bad? Was it that obvious?

—Sorry. I couldn't sleep well lately. No big deal. —he excused himself.

—Yeah, the schedules are a pain. —He decided to believe him. Without pressure, without the need to insist until he wants to talk to him, Lombardi liked that about him; Dennis would continue the conversation, even if he didn't truly believe him, simply giving him his space and letting him talk when he felt it necessary.

That the necessary moment never came was another matter, entirely his fault, but Dennis would not complain.

—Never forget that I'm here, Tteo. —He patted his shoulder. —For whatever. —

—Yes, thanks... —He saw him walk away to return to his half of the garage, talking to the mechanics. He also saw a Formula 3 driver pass through the garage. The rumors that he would take his place next year were practically a fact at that point. Everything now depended on Giancarlo and Formula 1's desperation for new faces in their paddock.

481MCLARG | 23 . 01 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

#formula 1 #f1 #formula 1 x male oc #maleoc #arthur leclerc x male oc #fanfic #f1 smau #f1 fanfic #formula 2 #f2 smau #f2 fanfic #STLY

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playgroundeyes · 5 months ago

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

𝓛𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂:

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ASKS ARE BACK ON!!

FLASH WARNING

GENERAL STUFF

Hi I go by February or Grey online which isn't my real name, my pronouns are he/him but I vibe with xe/xem sometimes too! I'm an Aussie and a leftist! I REALLY LIKE MCR BUT YOU CAN PROBABLY ALREADY TELL THAT I'm an INFJ I think if I remember right and uh yeah I really like my chemical romance <3 I'm also a minor

I have a few killjoy OCs, my first is called Satellite Static

@cobaltfusekilljoy is my side blog about two OCs, Cobalt Fuse and Scorched Skye, please go check it out, it's a story but told in different formats, I put a lot of time into it <3

I'm the runner of @danger-days-gerard-daily !!

I'm an avatar of the webtrans and aroace

I also write on Ao3! you can find my acc here ‼️‼️

please please give me attention on there it's the only thing that keeps me alive /nsrs

INTERESTS

- MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE (I actually cannot stress this enough), pre split Panic! at the Disco, BMTH, the young veins, The mechanisms, FOB, Bears in trees, NOAHFINNCE, Green Day and PTV!

- The danger days universe and everything about it omggg

- the true lives of the Fab killjoys comics

- The Umbrella Academy

- stargazing and collecting animal bones!

- UNHOLYVERSE (doesn't really deserve its own category but I love it sm that it does)

- The Magnus archives (CRYING)

- Homestuck! (Haven't finished it yet, no spoilers please)

- Dan and phil

- Stuff I like but you probably won't find here: Stardew valley, minecraft, , hollow knight, pokemon, bluey, Nimona, studio Ghibli, stagtown, ghost eyes, moomin, Lookouts, point and click adventure games, the amazing digital circus, alien stage

HOBBIES

Writing fanfic (not open for reqs), reading, painting/drawing/digital art, listening to music and podcasts, playing video games, going for walks, karate, game design, I play flute and am somewhat learning guitar (maybe saying actively learning is a bit of a stretch)

EXTRA

I can't really think of anything extra to say right now, but if your interests are similar to mine feel free to interact or say hi!!

Also I use tone tags pretty often and appreciate it when others do to but not forced ofc

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

oh wait lastly no I don't ship real people, I respect that they have wives and kids and aren't there for people to be invasive about their entire lives (even if I may make the occasional post that may be very summer of like)

Wait also list of fics I really really love and you should totally read:

- UNHOLYVERSE BY BEXLESS JUST. PLEASE. (mcr)

- Knowledge is Power (But love won't hurt) by SupposedToBeWriting it's quite long but also really fucking good (tma)

- orange and green by to_decay_is_human, it's soooo sweet fnskdjshdhajdhdhdhdhshshsh (danger days)

TAGS

#grey's thoughts - my random af thoughts and posts that I make

#grey's life stuff - like thoughts but just stuff about my life idk

#grey's art :3 - I wanna post art around here more often actually

#grey's saves - mostly for myself just posts that I wanna be able to find quickly

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cursed-spectre · 2 months ago

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Let's Make a Real Introduction Post

Hey there. I'm cursed-spectre, but you can call me Cursed for short. I'm a girl, and use she/her, though they/them doesn't bother me. I'm also cool with having things like dude, man, and bro be used as gender-neutral.

I'd say my biggest interests right now are gaming, Murder Drones (Who would've guessed), and 3D modelling. I also have been really enjoying roleplaying as well as a bit of writing as of late.

I'm a big fan of the RWBY fangame, JPDE - Sonata of Fire as well as the Devil May Cry franchise. I'm a huge fan of horror too.

This has turned into a roleplay blog now, because I have been having too much fun and gradually shifted to that direction. That said, comments on posts will still be me talking, and not an OC. Speaking of OCs...

SPECTRE

Spectre's the main OC used for this blog, and will use the basic font color.

While the image I used at the start is the form she commonly takes, Spectre's "true form" is essentially a black cloud. She is able to morph said form to take various others, but she remains pitch black with the exception of certain areas that glow white.

Some of her more common forms include the human one shown above, the same human form but with 4 reptilian wings and a reptilian tail coming out of her back, and a form mimicking the drones from Murder Drones.

External objects that aren't linked in any way to her can be interacted with, and won't become black, but they will not go along with her when she does something like entering a shadow. Perhaps there's a way to change that.

Oh yeah, she can enter shadows and move along them, so that's neat. Real Slasher villain energy. Well, if the slasher villain was a small girl in a trench coat and scarf.

Due to her strange nature, Spectre is unable to truly die. No matter the damage, she will eventually recover her form. She does still feel pain, however, and it hurts like a bitch. Please do not stab her for no reason.

Another quick tidbit. Whenever I say that Spectre makes "distorted noise" I mean something like this.

Ai is one of the two drones in this blog. She uses she/her and speaks in green text.

Cassidy

Cassidy is the other drone you'll see. She uses she/they, and will speak in red text.

Finally, have a bit of origin lore for Spectre.

General Stuff to Know

I am over 18, but that does not mean everything is fine. That said, I can't really list anything, so just use some common sense. If you're unsure about something, feel free to ask. If I deem something as not fine for me, I'll give a gentle notice.

Posts for me talking with use some variation with "cursed"

Posts featuring Spectre will have the #spectre answers tag.

Posts featuring Ai will have the #ai answers tag.

Posts featuring Cassidy will have the #cassidy answers tag.

Posts featuring art of Spectre will have the #spectre gallery tag.

Posts featuring stand-alone stories of Spectre will have the #tales of a spectre tag.

That's all for now.

#spectre #spectre answers #ai answers #cassidy answers #introductory post #rp blog #cursed talks

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fiftyfiftyfinchy · 15 days ago

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Hey! Would you be able to do a George x Male OC fic?

It's fine if not!

okay maybe not everyone's cuppa tea but I liked this request a lot. my favorite queer films are all filled with longing stares and will they/won't they tension so I think that definitely inspired this! let me know if you were looking for something more relationshippy or cutesy..

The fire crackles, but I barely notice it. My eyes are on George.

He’s sitting just across from me, his eyes flicking between me and the others. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t realize how often he’s looking at me. But I do. Each time our gazes meet, I feel something shift. Something unspoken.

It’s nothing major—just the way his lips curl into a half-smile when our eyes lock, or the way he’s a little slower to look away. But it’s enough. Enough to make my heart race. Enough to make me wonder what’s going on behind that calm expression of his.

I try to act casual, like I’m listening to Will’s latest nonsense, but my mind keeps drifting back to George. Does he know what he’s doing to me?

There was that time earlier, when I handed him the snacks. His fingers brushed mine. Our eyes met for a second too long. It was quick. Barely noticeable, really. But it sent a little jolt through me. I can still feel the warmth of his skin.

His gaze lands on me again, this time lingering just a bit longer. I don’t look away. I meet his eyes, holding the contact, letting the silence stretch between us. Then I see the slightest smirk, a mona lisa smile as his eyes darken. My chest tightens. This time, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.

“Henry, you alright? You’re not yapping like you normally do.” Chris’s voice yanks me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, just—thinking,” I reply, though I’m not sure what I’m thinking about anymore.

I look over at George again. He’s still looking at me, but his face softens. There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite read. Maybe it’s just me, reading into things. But... maybe it’s not.

Could he be...?

I try to push the thought aside but it persists. George has always been the reserved type, maybe he just keeps certain things private, offline. I’ve never heard him talk about anything like that, but there’s something in the way he’s acting tonight, in the way he keeps looking at me. I’ve caught him staring more than once, and I can’t tell if he’s just being friendly, or if there’s something more there.

He shifts slightly, turning towards me, and I swear I feel it in my whole body. Not an accident, not this time. He feels it too.

“You good, mate?” Will asks again, but this time, George looks at me too, his eyes a little too serious for a second.

“Yeah,” I say, suddenly feeling unsure.

The fire crackles again, but the heat between us is something else entirely. Or am I imagining it?

After a moment, George stands up abruptly. “I’m going to grab some more firewood,” he says, though it’s pretty clear we’ve got enough to last for a while. “Henry, you want to help me out for a sec?”

My heart jumps and I can feel the anxiety-induced sweating already. Maybe he’s just being polite. Maybe he wants to get away from the group. Maybe... it’s more than that. I take a deep breath and calm myself.

“Yeah, sure,” I answer, pushing myself to my feet, my hands suddenly feeling a bit too clammy. We both head off into the trees, the sounds of the others fading behind us. It’s quieter now, just the two of us in the darkness. I can feel the tension, like the air itself is holding its breath.

George stops, leaning against a nearby tree, glancing at me with that same intensity that’s been there all night. “Henry,” he says, his voice lower than usual, “you know, you’ve been looking at me a lot tonight.”

He wiggles his eyebrows in the joking way he normally does. I can no longer tell if he’s trying to flirt with me or if I'm being delusional. Regardless, my feet turn to lead. I freeze.

“Have I?” I finally manage to ask, my voice sounding a little breathless. I take a step closer without meaning to, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asks. It’s teasing, but it’s also... a little bit serious. My heart is in my throat. What do I say?

I cough awkwardly, running a hand through my hair.

“What? No, I—” I stumble over my words, but he can see it. The flush in my cheeks deepen. I look up and catch the playful look he’s giving me as he lets out his signature giggle. Is he toying with me again?

There’s a long pause. George doesn’t say anything, just rests his eyes on my flushed face. We stand there like idiots just staring. His gaze flicking down to my lips for a moment before snapping back to my eyes. The space between us feels impossibly small. The tension is so thick I can taste it.

Is he going to say something? Or—

Then, just as I think he might, just as I prepare myself for whatever’s coming next, George shifts, his hand brushing mine as he pushes himself away from the tree.

“Never mind,” he mutters, his voice soft but almost... regretful. “We should probably get back before they start thinking we’re lost or something.” He grabs a bundle of wood.

My chest tightens yet again and I’m surprised that I haven’t had a heart attack yet. The air between us suddenly colder. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but the words catch in my throat. He’s already turning back toward the campfire, leaving me standing there, the unanswered question hanging between us. Was he waiting for me to make a move?

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zielemeczennicy · 2 months ago

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Priest Bożydar Alojzy Skarga !

Oc info under read more :) love my little guy! i meant to post this way back too,,,,

was supposed to rewrite it so its less coloquial (?) but i never ended up doing it so.

here is the lovely wall of text <3 :

One Sunday, as he was in a confessional, with one of his faithful, in one of the little wooden chapels that the locals had. As they're mid confession a horde reaches the village- since the confessional has full doors they're not aware that a barrel came into the building and it blows up, decimating one of the ceiling supports and mostly destroying the part of the confessional where the other person was.

[Heads up: the name 'Bożydar' literally means God's gift/Godly gift]

He was a priest taking care of a few villages in the area. A phlegmatic of average stature but of little physical strength as he had in habit to fast. (Thinking about giving him glasses too… well see when I draw him)

So uh. Xs. Bożydar got trapped as a bunch of wood fell, blocking his exit (reminder, he's a thin stick with no muscles)

He couldn't do anything to get out or help others, the only thing he could do, was to observe the villager being torn apart next to him and to listen to the yells coming from other inhabitants

Thankfully there were no more barrels heading for the Chapel, so he was spared. Trapped in the ruins of the building, he waited for anything, really. After a day, a group of soldiers came through the wreckage that was once a village and rescued him. Xs. Bożydar ended up being the sole survivor of this attack 👍 with nowhere to go and terrified to the marrow of his bones, he joined the group as their chaplain.

The event caused him to change from a slow paced man to a constantly in a hurry person, always anxious over how the time passes. And since he was caught during a confession, when he was rescued he still had his (I FORGOT THE WORD. GRRRGRGGR. the purple additional cloth that priests wear during confession.) on, and decided to not take it off, ever. Because what happens if he won't be able to cleanse another person off of their sins in time again?

Alojzy is his second name, but to the soldiers he introduce himself as Xs. Alojzy instead of Bożydar, as how could he be a real gift of God's if he was unable to help both sinners and innocents from an unfair end?

He greatly struggles with guilt regarding the situation. Bożydar knows that there was no way for him to do anything, and if asked, he would answer similarly, but buried deep in his mind is the thorn of guilt and sadness. He wants to let it go, but he is unable to.

In addition, he stopped fasting unless its a day that requires it like no meat on Friday. He no longer fasts additional days as he is afraid he will be too weak to do something again (again, illogical as no way bro could lift a whole ass wooden beam, a door and more wood chucnks by himsel even if he was ripped)

Oh yeah! his surname is Skarga [lit. Complaint] not only because haha reference to the other priest Skarga, but at the same time it's a meaningful name (nazwisko znaczące?? Idk) He feels guilty, he thinks that the spirits of the killed would complain about him.

Bonus height chart with the other two gnb guys of mine

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#g&b #guts and blackpowder #art #gnb #guts & blackpowder #guts and blackpowder oc #ziele oc #gnb oc #g&b oc #ziele bożydar alojzy skarga

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michellesrandomwriting · 1 year ago

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~Prologue~

Okay so this is the prologue to my Adam x OC fanfic, i hope you enjoy:)

English is not my first language so please correct me if i wrote something wrong:)

Saint Michael is the guardian angel, a warrior of the soul, and an advocate for justice. The one to whom people pray when they are in need, asking for protection from evil forces and assistance. When his followers are lost, he provides them with courage and direction, and he loves to support healers in their work.

He is a fraud.

A fake, if you will; he stole my fucking job and title. At the exact moment when Heaven decided to punish me for carrying out my damn duty, they grabbed the first man they saw and presented him as a saint. Taking all of the glory for my diligence and the many prayers I have heard and answered. All the help that I have provided.

And they are calling me back now, thousands of years after they left me here.

Right after we defeated their army of exorcists. Murdering The first man and a significant portion of their exorcists.

Grips of golden blood stain the floor.

I know that what I'm about to do goes against everything that I have ever said.

A dim red light slips through the holes in my black curtains, they frame the only window in my room rather poorly. A thought of getting new ones runs through my mind, disappearing quickly as soon as I become fully aware of the fact that I won't. I do not have the time for that.

I stretch, burying my face into the red pillows that frame the top of my bed. As a wave of tiredness crashes into my body, I realise that I need to get up.

I won't be the first one awake, regardless of the time.

And that fact is enough to motivate me into sitting up. As I do, I rub my eyes with my palms.

Today is going to be shit.

I get out of my comfortable, warm bed. Stretching and cracking my back, and with a sigh finally leaving my room. Not minding that I didn't even get to change clothing, there are much more important things on my mind.

I reach her room within a minute, the knuckle on my Index finger softly hitting the wooden door.

„Come in.” She's trying to sound cheerful, positive. But after all the destruction that happened yesterday.

The sadness and desperation almost drip from her voice as she speaks.

I reach for the doorknob and enter her room, a small smile on my face.

„Good morning.” I'm unsure of what to say, what can you say to someone who's just lost hundreds of her people? I doubt there are any words that could bring comfort.

„I didn't know you were awake already Nara.”

I sit down next to her, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

„I couldn't sleep anymore.“ Entirely false, I spend most of my night walking back and forth in my room. Trying to not give in to the urge to just scream. The frustration of not being able to do anything was catching up to me again, and if it weren't for her I wouldn't have enough motivation to get out of bed.

„Yeah, me neither. It's always the worst after an extermination.“ Her tone is gentle and sad, I can't help myself but bring her into a hug.

„I know Charlie, it's going be okay. We'll figure something out.“ My hand rests on her back, trying to bring at least the tiniest bit of comfort. She nods into my shoulder.

#adam x reader #adam x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #adam the first man #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x oc

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super-predictable98 · 11 months ago

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Smile, Simone (OC X Canon Kiss Week 2024)

Word count: 3,6k

Warning: manipulation, mention of death, Kilgrave being a creep

A/n: This is a collab with my partner in crime @jozstankovich for @theocxcanonweek day 5: Getting into trouble. The characters from this story are part of our little Timeline Anomaly Verse (more about them in here) and a crossover of Bad Samaritan and Jessica Jones. Hope you all enjoy it <3

[Masterlist]

Simone had a short walk from her university to the flat, only a few minutes, she stopped to buy herself a hot chocolate and a croissant for her father from his favorite bakery.

Little did she realize, across the street a tall, slender man in a chic purple suit watched her with interest, his dark eyes following her movements as a small grin played at his lips. As she stepped out of the bakery he approached.

“Hello there,” he drawled, tipping his head slightly in greeting. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” he murmured, taking her hand to place a kiss to the back of it.

"Um... thanks," Simone chuckled until she saw him. That face, she knew that face from her nightmares. A man with that face once tormented her father and she knew he died, but in that world full of clones and odd powers, she never knew who was what. "I- bye."

“Wait—“ the man exclaimed, a frown creasing the spot between his brows. “Don’t go,” he demanded, assured that she would obey.

She couldn't move, she tried to keep walking, but her feet wouldn't obey. "Let me go, please, I have a boyfriend."

The man chuckled. “Not anymore, you don’t,” he drawled, holding out his arm for her to take. “Let me take you out—?” he asked, waiting for her to supply her name.

"Simone, Simone Falco," she said before she could stop herself. His allure did something to her brain and suddenly she took his arm, certain that her boyfriend Dylan, wasn't in her life anymore.

“Mmm Simone,” he repeated, savouring the taste of her name on his tongue. “Your name is just as beautiful as you,” he purred, brushing his lips against her temple, inhaling her scent.

“You can call me Kilgrave,” he said, slipping an arm around the small of her back as he began to lead her away from her intended destination. “I think we need to get you some new clothes and then some lunch. I know a wonderful place. You’ll love it,” he said with certainty.

"Y-yeah, I just... need to let my father know I won't come home now, he's expecting me. Can I call him?" She asked quietly, following him to God knows where to do something she didn't even wanna think about.

Kilgrave frowned as he deliberated. “I suppose that’s alright, darling,” he finally answered, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “But you’ll only say what I tell you to say,” he instructed.

"Yes," she dialed, trusting that her dad would know something was wrong and check her location, which was always on. "What should I say?"

“Tell him, you’re staying with a friend for a few days, that you’ll be at a mind/body retreat and you won’t have access to your phone,” Kilgrave said, walking at a leisurely pace, leading her to his waiting town car.

Simone nodded and dialed her dad's number, but the person who picked up was her mother.

"Hey, Moony. Daddy's in the shower, do you need anything?" Blossom asked.

"Yes, can I talk to him please?" She kept her voice calm, or tried.

"Okay... Sean! Simone is on the phone, she sounds dead weird!"

Sean frowned, quickly twisting the water off and grabbing his towel, wrapping it around his waist and taking the phone, bringing it to his ear. “Moony, it’s me. You okay, darlin’?” He asked, his hair dripping down his shoulders.

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm okay. I just called to let you know I won't be home in time," she put on a smile, trying very hard not to cry. "I'll be with a friend in a spiritual retreat and I won't be able to use my phone there for a few days. Just didn't want you to worry."

“What d’yeh mean? What friend?” Sean demanded, his unease growing. “Why don’t you come home and we can talk about this, you can give us more details,” he pleaded, not liking the way her voice trembled. “Where are you?” He asked, his chest growing tight.

"My friend... Ellery," Simone said the name of her cousin, this way he could easily call her and disprove this story. "Sorry, Daddy, I'm late, I really have to get going. I'm on my way there."

"Wait--! Simone!" Sean cried, but she'd already hung up. "Blossom! Something's wrong!" he called, trying to call Ellery, though his hands were shaking too much for him to dial the number.

"Oh my God... what number are you trying to call? Ellery?" Blossom took the phone to dial for him. "What happened to Simone?"

"Yeah," Sean said, handing her the phone, running his hand through his wet curls. "You were right, she didn't sound right," he said. "She said she was going on a spiritual retreat with Ellery and wouldn't be able to answer her phone. She sounded scared. I think she was taken," he said, his voice shaking as much as his hands.

"This is bollocks, she can't spend a day without her phone," Blossom called her niece. "Ellery! Ellery, are you with Simone right now?"

"No," the girl answered, giving her twin brother a confused look. "Charlie and I are buying Valentine's presents."

"Did she ever mention a spiritual retreat to you? Somewhere she couldn't take her phone to?"

"No... is everything alright? Just stay there, we're on our way."

*****

"Good girl," Kilgrave said, stroking Simone's hair before taking her phone from her hand and dropping it to the ground in the middle of the street before pulling her into the car with him and shutting the door, telling the driver where to take them.

"I- That's my phone!" She cried, she hated to be that helpless and now nobody would be able to track her. "All my father's voice-mails are there, I need them!"

"You don't need them," Kilgrave said offhandedly, annoyed at her outburst. "I'll make sure you have everything you need, love," he assured her, pulling her to his side, his hand running up and down her arm.

"What are you gonna do to me? You say buying clothes and having lunch. What are you really planning?" Simone asked, surprised that the driver seemed hypnotized as well.

"Darling, you're with me now," he said, chuckling lightly. "I just want to lavish you, make you mine," he explained, taking her chin in his hand to turn her face toward his to kiss her.

Simone tried to pull away, but she didn't know where to run, she was stuck in the car. "Have you ever considered... I don't know, asking someone out without forcing them? You're not bad looking, I'm sure many women would be happy to go out with you."

Kilgrave clicked his tongue with a shake of his head, as if the girl had just said something foolish. “But I don’t want just any woman. I want you. Are you saying that you would’ve said yes, if I’d have simply asked you?” He asked.

"Maybe... well not really. I had a boyfriend, and you look like the man who tried to kill my dad. But I'm sure a much more beautiful girl would've said yes," she mumbled.

“What do you mean, a more beautiful girl?” He drawled, frowning at her comment. “You are beautiful, Simone. More gorgeous than you realize. I want you to tell me that you’re beautiful,” he purred.

"I am beautiful," she repeated, unable to resist his order. It wasn't hard to understand he had the power of persuasion.

"Good girl," Kilgrave murmured, stroking her cheek. "Ah, we're here," he said, as the car pulled up to the curb in front of Bloomingdale's.

*****

Sean hastily dried off, pulling his clothes on distractedly. "Should we call the police?" he asked, hating how helpless he felt.

"We need to know where she is first and sending cops might spook whoever has her and they might hurt her," Blossom started dialing to call her sister-in-law, Alisha. "We're a superpowered family, we've all killed to protect each other."

He nodded, feeling numb. He was the only one without a power, there wasn’t anything he could do at the moment except trust his wife. —

"Alisha, we need a little help, can you find Simone for us?" Blossom asked while she opened the door for her niece and nephew.

"I... she's in a car, there's a man with her. Purple suit, looks posh," Alisha said, using her clairvoyance to see through her niece's eyes. "I don't know exactly where they are though."

“Okay, keep checking in and let us know if you recognize anything,” Sean said, leaning in over his wife’s shoulder.

"Okay, I'll call you if I see anything," Alisha confirmed.

"We have all possible powers to save her," Ellery pulled her brother inside. "Where are we going?"

"We don't know where she is yet," Sean answered, fighting the urge to pace. "Alisha said she's in a car right now."

"In a car with a man she doesn't know," Blossom started crying just as her husband's phone started ringing. Sean pulled her into his arms, his jaw flexing as he fought not to break down as well, knowing he needed to be strong for her. "Does she know where Simone is?" he asked, his voice tense.

"Hi, Aunt Lisha, any news?" Ellery quickly grabbed her uncle's phone.

"They just stopped at Bloomingdale's, I don't know which one exactly, but it looks like 5th Avenue, it's right in front of the Bank of America."

"Bloomingdale's 5th Avenue, c'mon, let's go!" Charlie exclaimed, already heading for the door.

"We need a cab," Ellery stepped outside and rushed down the stairs. The rest of them followed and they all ran to the intersection with the 8th Avenue to hail a cab. The drive would be ten minutes if they were lucky to avoid traffic, which in New York was basically impossible.

“Hopefully they’ll still be there,” Charlie murmured, his leg bouncing anxiously.

*****

"Why do I need new clothes?" Simone asked calmly, almost in a docile way. "These are pretty expensive..."

"Why not?" Kilgrave said, waiting for the driver to open his door. "Come," he instructed, holding out his hand for her as he waited on the curb.

"Do I need an excuse to spoil my girl?" he chuckled. "You deserve only the best," he explained.

"T-thank you," Simone took his hand and locked arms with him as they entered the store. She wasn't dressed exactly nicely and felt really out of place. She wore leggings and one of her dad's shirts since, at uni, they were doing nature shots.

“Ah, what about this? This colour would look beautiful on you,” Kilgrave said, picking out a sleek purple dress. “Go on, try it on, and I’ll pick out some shoes for you,” he said, stroking her cheek fondly.

"Okay," she took it and went into one of the dressing rooms. She wanted to cry, but feared that it would upset her new captor and he might do something worse. She put on the dress and opened the door to show him how it looked.

"Ohh, don't you look like a vision!" Kilgrave exclaimed, moving closer to get a better look. "Here, try these on, you'll look perfect," he said, handing her some strappy heels.

Simone nodded and quickly put the shoes on, which made her stand as tall as him. "I don't usually wear heels," she admitted.

"You should, they make your legs look so graceful," he said, picking out a luxurious long fur coat and draping it over her shoulders. "There, all set," he decided, taking her hand and leading her back out of the store.

"Hey! You can't leave without paying for those!" One of the shopkeepers exclaimed, hurrying after them.

"You're going to give them to us, free of charge," Kilgrave snapped, waving the woman away, leaving her bewildered. "Are you hungry?" he asked Simone, turning his attention back to her as they stepped back out onto the crowded sidewalk, his car waiting for them.

I'm wearing the skin of a dead animal on my back and I technically just stole all of this... Simone thought, panicked.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten today," she said, despite how nauseous she was from the whole semi-kidnapping experience. She anxiously looked around to see if she could find any familiar faces, but the entire world felt like a strange place at that moment.

"There she is!" Sean cried, spotting his daughter's face amidst the sea of people. Jumping out of the cab before it came to a complete stop, he ran toward her, trying to push his way through the crowd. "Simone!" he exclaimed, trying to get her attention.

"Daddy?" She cried, the knot in her chest tightening when she saw how worried he seemed. She wanted to run into his arms and never let go.

"Simone! Come here! What are you wearing?" Blossom followed her husband out. "You! Let go of my daughter right now! Get away from her!"

“Ah, looks like that’s our cue to leave,” Kilgrave muttered, turning Simone’s face away from her parents and stealing a sloppy kiss before sweeping her back into the back of his sleek black car. “Driver, take us to Neary’s,” he instructed, slamming the door shut and wiggling his fingers in a little wave just as Sean and Blossom reached the car.

Simone fought the urge to cry again, her head hanging low. She was so close to being able to run away... she knew she wasn't the first girl to fall into Kilgrave's trap, she wondered where the others were. Were they stuck in a harem or even worse?

"Did you see him? Cale Erendreich doppelganger... he kissed her! She didn't pull away, she didn't fight it," Blossom panted, she was not as fast as she used to be when she was younger.

“There has to be an explanation,” Sean exclaimed, his chest hurting. He’d seen the fear on his daughter’s face as the car pulled away.

“Uncle Sean! We know where he’s going!” Charlie exclaimed, running to catch up. “Aunt Lisha called. She knows where he’s taking her!”

"They're going to Neary's, five minutes away," Ellery hailed another cab for them. If it was just her and her brother they could run, but their uncle was pushing 60.

"Let's go, let's go!" Blossom rushed into the car.

*****

“What’s the matter, dearest?” Kilgrave asked, tilting his head to peer at Simone’s face. “Don’t tell me you’re upset?”

"I just... got startled," she said shaking her head, she looked up at him and tried to smile.

He smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze before pressing a kiss to the back of it. The drive to the restaurant wasn't long and once they parked, Kilgrave helped Simone out, leading her into the building.

"Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked, looking between the two of them.

"Yes, we're renting out the whole place. Tell everyone else to leave," Kilgrave commanded and the hostess nodded.

"You can all leave!" He exclaimed, raising his voice to infect the other diners and they all got up, leaving their food half touched as they left. "There, shall we?" he asked, leading Simone over to his usual corner booth.

She sat down and glanced at the menu, the food smelled and sounded delicious, but how could she eat in that situation? She could always... accept it, she'd live her life like this and maybe it wouldn't be so bad? It wasn't what she wanted, but if he treated her the way she had been so far... maybe he wouldn't kill her. Maybe she could visit her family and smile while saying everything was fine.

"Can I order what I want or will you order for me?" She asked, genuinely curious. "Cause if I can choose I'd like the broiled chicken with potatoes."

"Of course, you can have whatever you like," Kilgrave exclaimed, leaning back in the booth, his arm resting behind Simone's shoulders.

By the time Sean, Blossom, Ellery, and Charlie arrived at the restaurant, the other diners were all filing out.

"That's strange, where are they all going?" Charlie wondered.

"Doesn't seem like anything is wrong in there," Ellery looked inside and found her cousin sitting in a corner.

"Simone!" Blossom called. "Simone, please! If you actually want to be here, tell us!"

"I want to be here," she said after Kilgrave whispered the command in her ear.

“If you try to escape, you’ll jump off the Queensboro Bridge,” Kilgrave hissed in Simone’s ear, taking a bite of his steak, seemingly unbothered.

“Look, he just said something to her before she spoke,” Charlie whispered, noticing the way the man leaned in. “If he has the power of persuasion, then maybe I can use it against him,” he suggested.

"Good one, Charlie," Ellery nudged her brother's arm.

"Let my daughter go, right now! I'm not above killing you, you bastard!" Blossom charged into the restaurant. "She's old enough to be your daughter!"

Kilgrave spread his hands innocently. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, she told you already, she wants to be here."

"Then why does she look so terrified?" Sean exclaimed, hating the way his hands shook as he looked at the man who looked so much like the ghost from his past.

"I can't leave, Mum," Simone cried. "I just can't."

"You can do anything, you have a superpower. You're really gonna let some middle-aged man tell you what you can or can't do?" Ellery whispered to her. "No matter what happens, you're safe."

"Come on, let's call Dylan," Blossom took her daughter's hand, but once she got up, the girl ran away towards the bridge to fulfill Kilgrave's request.

“Simone?!” Sean exclaimed, his eyes widening in fear as she raced past him out the restaurant door. “SIMONE!” he called, taking off after her without another thought.

While his uncle ran after Simone, Charlie rounded on Kilgrave. “What did you make her do?” He demanded.

Kilgrave shrugged. “She was the one who chose to run. If she’d rather jump off the bridge than stay with me, that’s her prerogative, I suppose.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose. “And here I thought we could be happy together.”

"You're sick!" Ellery screamed while Blossom ran out to follow her daughter as well. "Man, you're not ugly enough to be that desperate, find someone who can love you for real."

“Is that an offer?” Kilgrave asked, flashing Ellery a grin. "Seems beauty runs in the family..."

Before the man could control his twin, Charlie frowned, drawing on his own power. He could feel the vibration of Kilgrave’s power pulling at him and he reached out with his mind, borrowing his ability.

“Hey,” he said, drawing the man’s attention. “Forget all about us. Forget about your power. Don’t use it for bad,” he commanded.

"Let's get out of here," Ellery took her brother's arm. "Hope he learns his lesson. He definitely knows how to treat a lady, he just needs to find one that wants to be with him."

Charlie nodded, letting his sister pull him out of the restaurant and they ran to join their uncle and aunt.

*****

"Simone!" Blossom ran, catching up to them just as she climbed to jump. She looked back at her mum and dad and smiled, her cousin's words made her very confident.

“Moony, what’re you doing? Please come down!” Sean cried, his heart twisting in his chest as he held onto his wife. “We can fix this! Please don’t jump!”

"Sean... it's alright," Blossom understood her plan, she had done it before with the power she passed down to her daughter.

"See you in a second, don't worry about me," Simone waved and let go, falling as if she were diving into a pool.

To stop herself from hitting the water, she covered her own body in a force field and emerged back to the bridge covered in a thin blue-ish bubble.

As soon as Simone emerged, protected in her bubble, Sean let out a relieved gasp, his arms tightening around his wife. “Oh thank God she’s okay,” he cried, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

Simone ran into her parents' arms and sighed. She didn't even realize she was still wearing the outfit that was picked out for her.

"We should probably return these stuff to Bloomingdale's, right?" She asked.

"But the dress is cute..." Ellery joked. "He won't be bothering you again."

"Yeah, I made sure of that," Charlie assured her, joining the others in embracing her.

"Thank you, Cha-Charlie," Sean murmured, ruffling his nephew's curls. "I'm so fuckin' glad you all have those damn powers," he sighed, kissing the top of Simone's head.

"Thank you for coming for me," she looked lovingly at her cousins and her mother, then turned and placed a kiss on her father's cheek. "You're a hero too, Daddy."

Sean shook his head. "I was so helpless," he murmured, squeezing her tighter.

"Not all heroes have powers, some just are really amazing dads," she held his hand as they walked back to the store. "You weren't hopeless, you didn't give up. I called you because I knew you'd know something was wrong and come help, and you did."

"Of course, I'd never give up on you, darlin'," Sean breathed.

#kilgrave #kilgrave x canon #sean falco #jessica jones #bad samaritan #oc: Simone Falco #oc: Blossom Falco #oc: Charlie Young #oc: Ellery Young #fanfic #jessica jones fanfic #david tennant fanfic #oc x canon week #ocxcanonweek #fic collab #timeline anomaly verse

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 9 months ago

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 38

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2104

Warnings: Swearing, insinuation of sex

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Exile The Last Time

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Ghost

When Ghost finally returned to her own apartment later in the day, she ended up going back to Hangman's with a bag of stuff and stayed overnight.

And the next night.

And the night after that.

This happened for the next couple of weeks, but she hardly minded. Ghost had missed having Hangman around, to be able to tell him immediately when something funny happened or when she just needed to be around him because his presence calmed her frayed nerves. They played guitar and sang songs together, and posted them on her Instagram account. Only Jules, Jackie, and Wolfie recognized the new companion in the blurred videos as Hangman, and all of them texted Ghost demanding answers about her new relationship with the Texan aviator. Ghost realized that she and Jake had probably confused their friends and family by covering Taylor Swift's 'Exile' and 'The Last Time,' which weren't exactly happy love songs.

Ghost continued to shield herself from the outside world, ignoring her mom's phone calls and only texting Charlie to declare that she needed space. This was a partial truth. The other truth was that Ghost ached to detach from the chaos around her and spend her days with Hangman in his cozy apartment, relishing the bubble of peace and happiness he brought her before confronting her next challenge.

"What are the plans for tomorrow?" Hangman asked while he and Ghost scrubbed the dishes from dinner. "Should we go for a drive? Head to the beach? Maybe we could visit Princess and-"

"Oh, speaking of Juliette," Ghost remarked, glancing at the buzzing phone on the counter beside her. She answered it and put it on speaker, letting her friend know as such.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Jules's chipper voice sounded forced, causing the two pilots to share a concerned glance.

"I'm good. How are you? You sound like something's wrong," Ghost replied casually in hopes her gut instinct turned out to be incorrect.

"Honestly, I've had better days. Can I ask you a huge favor?"

Hangman turned off the faucet and braced himself on the counter to hear better while Ghost said without hesitation, "Of course. What's going on?"

"Rooster and I are going to head to the hospital after we return home with the dogs because my blood pressure spiked and won't come down. Would you and/or Hangman be able to watch Raptor and Lightning for a few days until we return?"

"Absolutely. We'll finish the dishes, pack our bags, and head over."

"You're both saints. Rooster and I will drop off the keys to the house on the way to the hospital. Also, we have a ton of food, so help yourselves to anything you'd like while we're gone."

"Sounds good. We'll see you in a bit."

Ghost hung up and chewed her lip, mind racing over Juliette's health. Hangman slipped an arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head, saying, "I'll finish up here. You go pack."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, besides—" he nipped her lip playfully— "you have more to pack than I do."

"Yeah, because I don't immediately look like a god rolling out of bed like someone I know."

"That's because you look like Heaven, which I would argue is ultimately more beautiful than a god."

"You really need to get your eyesight checked if you think I look like Heaven in the morning." Ghost patted his cheek and started walking off, but Hangman grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pinning her against the counter. His green eyes pierced hers, devouring her soul and breath. He leaned next to her ear, kissed the sensitive spot below it, and whispered huskily, "You look and taste like Heaven to me."

They had somewhere to be, things to do, and Juliette to worry about, but feeling every inch of Hangman against her body, despite having felt him as such every single night since they reconciled, Ghost's mind could focus on one thing, and one thing only.

"Fuck," she breathed before dragging her hand into his hair to pull his head back just enough so she could crash her lips onto his. Hangman reacted instantly. His hands slid down to the backs of her thighs and effortlessly lifted her onto his counter. Ghost had always been curvy and self-conscious of her weight, and she had never had that perfect body like the models and actresses in magazines and Hollywood, but the man before her made all of that doubt disappear.

The doorbell rang, and Ghost groaned in annoyance at the interruption. "Oh, fuck me."

"Ignore it, and I will," Hangman replied between kisses to her chest. Deciding his idea better than answering the door, she obliged and continued the makeout session with her man, knowing it would inevitably lead to more until-

"Hangman? Is Ghost with you?" The voice shattered the passion between the two aviators as Ghost stilled, her eyes locking with Hangman's.

"What's Maverick doing here?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he said, and judging by the crease between his brows, Ghost determined he meant it. "He won't leave until we answer, though. If you don't want to face him-"

"I'm going to have to at some point. I'd rather have support when I do."

"Then let's continue this later." Hangman gently pulled Ghost off the counter, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Kissing Hangman once more, she tore herself away from him and, plastering on an expression that feigned indifference, opened the door.

"Hey, Maverick," Ghost greeted. Her voice came out steadier than she expected but also quieter, exposing her true feelings about the situation at hand.

Relief flashed in his misty green eyes. "Hey, Ghost. I, uh... your mom called me. Said you weren't talking to her and wanted me to check on you. Make sure you're alive."

"Honestly, I'm surprised she didn't ask you sooner," Ghost admitted shyly, moving aside. "Would you like to come in?"

Maverick hesitated, then stepped inside, taking in the scene before him: Ghost's shoes next to Hangman's, her jacket hanging on the hook beside his, and Hangman himself still standing behind the kitchen counter where Ghost had left him. She wondered why he remained there but quickly deducted after their brief but intense makeout session that he probably had a particular reason for staying there lest Maverick figure out what activity they'd been engaging in before he arrived.

"Hey, Pops," Hangman said casually, shifting back to the sink and scrubbing the remaining dishes and pans.

Maverick nodded in acknowledgment. "Hangman. I'm assuming you know about-"

"That my girlfriend is your daughter?"

A small thrill bubbled in Ghost's chest at the sound of her title to Hangman. She'd been wondering what they were now that they'd crossed that line with each other, had wanted to assume they were dating, but hadn't been able to bring herself to ask the question even after all these years in fear she'd find herself dreaming up false fantasies.

Maverick's head cocked. "You two are dating now? Since when?"

"It only just happened," Ghost said with a shrug, regaining her ability to speak. "Uh, we have to pack, but if you'd like to continue talking, you're welcome to."

"Are you up to it?"

"I don't think I ever will be, so no time like the present. Come on." Ghost motioned for Maverick to follow her, and Hangman said he'd join them shortly. Ghost shot him a knowing grin, which he flipped her off in response when Maverick wasn't looking. Having Jake here, even if they weren't in the same room, brought Ghost a tremendous amount of comfort.

When they reached the master bedroom, Ghost pulled out her duffel bag from under the bed and began grabbing her clothes from the closet and dresser drawers. An incredibly awkward silence fell over the Captain and Lieutenant, both trying to formulate some sentence to break the tension between them until finally, Ghost quietly asked, "How long have you known?"

"I received confirmation about it around the same time you did, but I'd started suspecting it before then. Your flying in the air reminded me a lot of myself when I was your age, not to mention your age aligned with when your mom and I met in California the second time. When did you-"

"Started wondering the night you found me on the beach. Some of the things you said made me question things, so I had Jackie help me with the investigation."

Maverick sat in the chair in the corner of the room, his eyes swirling with so many emotions that Ghost couldn't determine a single one. And, rather than have the awkward silence envelop them again, Ghost did what she did best in such situations. She rambled. "Outside of you and obviously my mom, no one else knows about my newfound heritage except my sister and Hangman. I'll tell Jules and Rooster at some point, but maybe after she gets out of the hospital."

Maverick stiffened. "Juliette's in the hospital?"

"They're heading there tonight. Depending on how long you stay, you might see them. They're dropping off the keys to their place so Jake and I can watch the dogs." Ghost swallowed the slight pang of jealousy at the relationship between her best friend and her father. She had no right to feel such a thing. Ghost had no idea who Maverick was to her until recently and had had an amazing dad growing up, whereas he'd been like a second father to Juliette since she was a toddler. They would always have a bond that Ghost doubted she'd ever have with him. Still, she wanted one like it. It's not like he had ignored her all these years. Maverick hadn't known about her. Then Ghost realized something, and the question burst from her before she could stop it. "What would you have done? If you'd known about me sooner?"

The Captain hesitated, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Ghost regretted asking the question despite being unable to stop it from escaping her lips, but Hangman—whether he knew of his impeccable timing or not—entered the room and said, "Bradshaw and Princess just got home and are packing some stuff before swinging by. They should be here soon."

"Oh, good. I should be done shortly, so we can leave after they do, if not at the same time as them," Ghost replied nonchalantly, praying to whatever gods existed that Hangman wouldn't notice the tears rimming her eyes. If he did, he mercifully refrained from pointing them out. Still, Ghost had to get out of the room, if not simply to catch her breath and steady her racing heart. "I'll be right back. I left my phone in the kitchen."

It was a blatant lie, but Ghost could pass it off as forgetting that she'd put it in her pocket earlier. Enough had happened in the past few minutes to warrant the memory loss of such an insignificant event.

Deep breaths, Annalise. Deep breaths... She repeated the mantra in her head while she walked purposefully to the kitchen, only to sag against the kitchen bar once she rounded the corner and out of sight from Hangman and Maverick, unwilling to let either man see how horribly the whole situation affected her. Ghost hated showing weakness. It was one thing in front of Hangman. At least, now it was. But Maverick... she could see him struggling himself, but Ghost wouldn't let him pity her or, even worse, act on that pity.

Get it together. Stop crying and get your shit together. Juliette and Rooster need you, and the last thing you want to do is make them worry about you again when they should be focused on Juliette's health. Ghost furiously wiped the tears from her cheeks and huffed an annoyed sigh at herself. Easier to be mad at herself than sad.

After checking her reflection in her phone's camera to ensure any evidence of her mild breakdown was erased, she went to the front door, where her backpack lay nearby.

Ghost had just started bending down when the door flew open. She barely jumped back in time to avoid being struck in the head, but not the calloused hand that firmly grasped her elbow and yanked her to him.

Ghost let out a short scream before the man clapped a hand over her mouth and snarled, "Shut up. This is what you get for not talking to me when I asked."

Ghost's blood ran cold at the words and at the man she now recognized before her.

Kyle.

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