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Help and Care

✧.* Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

✧.* wc 5,786 (teheeheee)

✧.* summary: he definitely didn't need help, he doesn't need someone to care for him. no one has ever helped him before, and no one ever cared so why would they start now. he doesn't care, he definitely doesn't need help. so why does he keep ending up in the infirmary with the beautiful nurse? and why does he keep coming back to you?

✧.* contents: fluff, a bit of angst, and a sprinkle of suggestive dialogue

here's the whole story! it took me a while but I hope you all enjoy it, sorry I'm a perfectionist. I had a lot of fun writing this but let me know what you all think. i might write a pt 2 to this idk. Also pls excuse the medical and military inaccuracies

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Help. He hates help. He can’t stand it. When others look at him, when he looks at himself, he doesn’t see himself as someone dependent on others. Why else would he enlist, he didn’t need help, he learned that the hard way. No one ever helped him and he adjusted, so why would he need help now? People are dependent on him; they rely on him. When someone is injured, scared, or dead it’s up to him to fix the situation, to solve the problems of others, to carry the fallen.

When Price told him to go to the nurse he was upset, actually, he was pissed. He was not a child who scraped his knee playing football at school. He was a soldier; he was more than a mere man. He knew how to endure, he knew how to carry his weight, and he knew that he didn’t need to see the nurse. He knew what was wrong with him, he just bruised his ribs. He didn’t need some old woman with a bad attitude to tell him what he already knew.

He endured and he resisted the pain for exactly two weeks, but the pain was only getting worse. He was confused and didn’t know what to do, he hoped that no one had noticed and he didn’t want people to start. He didn’t want questions or concerns, he wanted relief and nothing more.

He thought no one would notice and he was so wrong.

Training.

Simon hated training the new recruits, they were cocky and they didn’t know their place. They thought after joining and passing the initial physical exams, they were done.

They were most definitely not done. They needed to adjust, physically and mentally, to fit in. Many people think the initial physical and mental exams are where new recruits break, no they break here, during training…with him. He hated it but knew why Price asked him to do it.

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Price usually did rounds during training, he watched the recruits and the techniques of the other task forces. The smell of sweat, dirt, and blood filled his system and that smell drew his attention to Ghost. Today he felt the need to check on Ghost and see how he was doing. Ghost was a good teacher even though he didn’t realize this, Price did though.

Ghost was mean, harsh, and disciplined, and the people he taught tended not to last long, however, the ones who did turn out to be great because the one thing that Ghost teaches best is endurance.

When Price was watching him train, he started to get upset and confused. This was most definitely different from the big and bad Ghost he was used to. He thought at first that "maybe Ghost was pulling his punches?" When he paired Ghost up to train some of the rookies, he thought maybe Simon was finally going soft.

Usually after training, the rookies would be sore, and in pain, sometimes they might even need to be excused to nurse. However, these past few weeks the rookies have been surprisingly...fine. Maybe even better than fine and it's been making them cocky, it's boosted some of their egos.

It would probably boost his ego too, Price chuckled. If he were to beat the big, brutal, scary Ghost while still a rookie. However, they are starting to get obnoxious because they are taunting and boasting, which is certainly something that Price could not have. It was starting to piss him off. Price was going to tell Ghost that if he didn’t put these pricks in line, there were going to be consequences.

That was the plan, but then he took a closer look and that’s when he saw it.

He saw the way that Ghost taking more hits than normal, he was slow to react and he was even slower to respond. His stance was off as well, usually his form made him feel like a giant among men but now he looked like he was shrinking himself, like it was his first day of training. Ghost wasn’t pulling his punches, he wasn't holding back, he was weak.

Now he was pissed.

Price knew.

Price knew exactly why Ghost wasn’t as strong as he usually is, why his punches aren’t as powerful as they normally are. Ghost was a disobedient bastard and Price was pissed.

“STOP! That’s enough training for today, soldiers.”

“Ghost, come now!”

“Yes, Captain” Ghost replied in his thick Manchester accent.

“The hell is wrong with you Lieutenant!”

“Nothin' Capt’n, I'm just-”

“You’re just hurt, did you go to the nurse?” Price knew the answer.

“I didn’t feel the need to go to the medical facility Capt’n”

“You didn’t feel the need to go?” Price asked Simon and looked at him like he was crazy. Since when did his soldiers feel the need for an opinion?

“If you don’t get your ass to the medical facility right now, you’re going to be training these pricks for three months straight. You understand?”

“Yessir!”

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Unbelievable!

He doesn’t need to be here. As he walks to the nurse’s offices, he feels everyone's eyes on him. He’s rarely ever here and because of that it draws the eye, lots of them. He thanked his balaclava every day because without it, based on the face he was making, some might think he was actually nervous.

He doesn’t want some old hag telling him what to do and degrading him for not coming sooner. Some old nurse or doctor telling him everything he already knows just to insult him and show off their vast vocabulary just to try and make him feel small. that’s what they all do, that’s what his father did.

He approaches the front desk and the older woman tells him to go to office number 222. He makes his way over, navigating the hallways,  and he finds the office. The sign is decorated with small pink flowers and a white cat with a red bow. He resists the urge to roll his eyes.

Before he goes and knocks on the door, he dries his palms on his pants, desperately hoping to get over this.

Knock-knock.

Some time passed but then he heard a soft voice say…

“Come on in”

He opened the door and he was surprised that the soft voice matched a beautifully soft face. A face with beautifully unique features that worked together in harmony to make the beautiful woman that sat before him.

God damn.

Those were the only words on his mind.

It wasn’t an old woman who looked like she had a chip on her shoulder and carried a deep grudge, nor someone who looked like they were going to insult him… no. definitely not.

It was a young woman.

A beautiful young woman.

A beautiful young woman with the most inviting features. Absolutely gorgeous, he’s never seen a woman this beautiful ever on this base. He feels like she doesn’t belong here, her face is an exact contrast to the environment he surrounds himself every day. He has a million questions he wants to ask her, and he feels the strong urge to get closer to her. He’s such a creep. He doesn’t even know her name.

He feels his mouth goes dry and his hands sweat. Gross. He hasn’t felt this way since Secondary School, he feels like a dork and he doesn’t know what is wrong with him.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you!” Her voice was cheery and if he was a little bit more nervous, he wouldn’t notice the shock on her face and the tremble in her voice. He was used to that reaction; it was probably due to his appearance. her voice matched her face and he felt his heart beat faster, he finally was going to die.

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He was just staring at you, he was just looking. You’ve heard rumors of him, of his personality. The big bad Ghost, the professional killer who lacks mercy for anyone. He was just staring at you and it was freaking you out. What’s wrong with him, why is he here in the nurse's office? Did he hurt someone? Or worse…

He’s still staring.

“… excuse me, is everything alright?”

“Erm…yeah, sorry” he responded and if your mind weren’t running a mile a minute you would have heard the way he sounded nervous.

He clears his throat and then replies “Captain Price has recommended I take a visit down here.” God his voice was so deep. He was so smooth, he had a thick accent that wasn’t like any of the others you heard on base. His voice was not at all soft but the way he spoke made something bubble inside you. 

Wait. ‘take a visit down here’

Oh. He needed help. 

“Oh… okay sir, what seems to be the problem?” You try your best to put on your customer service voice and hide the fact that you're wondering what this man might need help with. 

“Erm… last deployment I bruised my ribs real bad, don't know how…”

You try to listen, you have to pretend to do so. You're writing as he describes his symptoms. He has stomach pain, difficulty breathing, tenderness in his abdomen, and bruising. He describes his symptoms and you feel so bad for him and at the same time, you feel disgusted in yourself. 

Disgusted because instead of being focused on how he describes his pain, you focused on his attractive ass voice. You can't help it, you're just a girl. 

No, You need to remain a professional.

“Okay Lieutenant Riley, if it's all right with you, I’d like to examine your abdomen.”

“Yeah… that's fine” he sounds hesitant you feel bad… you feel like you need to reassure him.

“Don't worry lieutenant, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine.” you try to reassure him and when you do, you unconsciously give him a soft smile.

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Well, you have to ask him to take off his shirt. That was something that didn't occur to you. He doesn't have to comply, you could do the whole checkup with his shirt on. You hope he doesn't so you save yourself from embarrassment. 

“Sir, if you do not mind, may I ask you to remove your um… t-shirt?” you ask, trying your hardest to remain professional. It's completely reasonable for a medical professional to ask a patient to remove their shirt when they had an abdomen injury.

“You don't necessarily have to I'm sure I can find a way to…”

“I don't mind” Lieutenant Riley cuts you off as he agrees.

He sits on the examination table and removes his shirt.

You think you just died. You are short of breath and you think you died because there's an angel right in front of you. If you were anywhere else you would admire his powerfully built body, but you were more concerned with the bruising on his stomach.

You feel and you touch his body, extremely concerned about his well-being. His stomach was black and blue, his stomach was sore, and he could barely bend over. 

You were worried but also shocked because this man worked and trained in such a condition for about a week. You knew of Simon Riley and you knew of his reputation and this just supported the fact that he's an absolute abled-bodied unit… it was almost scary.

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“I believe you have a few broken ribs…sir.” You say almost scared of his reaction. He needed x-rays, actually he needed time off. 

“I'll recommend you an off-base X-ray Tech to take pictures of your abdomen, I also recommended to your captain that you take time off to heal. After we get your x-rays, I recommend you visit me every two weeks so we can look over your progress ” You tell him, distracted as you look over all your notes.

“Oh ok, every two weeks, and how long will it take to heal…” Luitenent Riley asked, he sounded nervous and you started to feel bad for talking to him so nonchalantly about his condition.

“Um should take about two months to heal. Ribs tend to heal rather quickly, however, since they weren't treated earlier it might take a while longer. Don't worry I’m sure you'll feel better rather quickly.” You try to give him a little bit of comfort. You give Luitenent Riley instructions, stating how to take care of himself and treat his injuries. 

He collects his stuff and is getting ready to leave before he turns around looks you up and meets your eye. 

“Thank you so much luv, ‘preciate it.” He tells you, in a soft accented voice.

“It's not a problem Luitenent.” You tell him and you feel your heart pick up its pace.

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Week 2 

He was supposed to visit today, you were expecting him today. You had all of his notes laid out and you were just waiting. 

Waiting.

Waiting. 

Other patients came and went but you were still looking forward to one specific client. The first time he visited you had no time to admire his large and confident stance when he walked into the room. He walked into the room with utter confidence as if he knew it would have an effect on you.

AND GAHHH LEEE

When he removed his shirt, you don't know how you controlled yourself. You knew he was a big man with a hefty build but you were not expecting what you saw. Your eyes were blessed with a solid, broad-shouldered, athletic man.

The literal definition of manly, if he wasn't in the military you were sure he would be off somewhere chopping wood or something. If you weren't at work you're sure you would be lying in bed kicking your feet.

When he spoke to you he had such a deep and low baritone voice that was heavily accented. You never had a thing for accents but he was something else completely. Low and intimidating, his language was professional but you could tell that he was trying not to curse and use slang. It's embarrassing to think about the things you'd do to hear him, swear or even say your name. In your head you know you’d sound like a rabid dog if he’d said it in that attractive ass voice-

Then you hear your name and think you might die. Actually, it was your last name and your medical title. But still—

It’s him.

He’s here. 

Remain professional! you scream and shout at yourself.

You greet him and try to make small talk, asking him how he’s doing, how he’s feeling, and what he’s been doing with his time off. It's hard, he's such a beefy and attractive man. You can't even see his face but based on just the way he walks, you know he's fine. 

Admittedly, working on this base that’s far away from your home made you forget how to act around an attractive man…

“Been reading too, I'm trying to distract myself. If ya have any recommendations just let me know.” he interrupts your thoughts and you relate to him. It gets boring between deployment he tells.

“What do you usually do between deployments?” you ask, sincerely.

“Train, train myself then train with others.” He replies.

You don’t ask anything else, you know that he must miss training every day. The way he says it makes you feel bad. You know many of the soldiers find solitude when they work on themselves and train. It calms them and helps them recover, it's almost a form of therapy. Simon can't do that, not with his injury. You feel a pang in your chest. 

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You go over his notes and x-rays. You give him a checkup and note that he’s healing rather quickly, based on the other scars you know that this isn’t his worst injury. 

You catch his eyes when you are going over everything with him and explaining your notes to him. He’s looking at you with his golden green eyes, staring you up and down. You feel sort of embarrassed because you don't feel cute at this moment. You didn’t put makeup on in the morning, just gloss on your plumped lip and curled your eyelashes. Your wash day is coming up too so you wrapped your hair in a colorful scar today.

The way he looked at you was the way men would look when you would walk into a club. When you had a full face and your hair was freshly done. When you had a tight and short dress that would accentuate your beautiful curves. When you knew that you looked stunning that's the way he was looking at you, right now.

His visit was finished and you put the date for the next visit in your calendar. Before he leaves he thanks you.

“I don't like doctors but I appreciate all you've done for me, miss.”

“Thank you Luitenenent, if you ever need a book recommendation you can always come see me.”

“Thank you.” He tells you and even though you can't see his face, you feel a smile radiate off him.

You feel like he’s such a kind man.

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Week 4

Today, on his next visit, he’s not as kind.

You know why. You can tell that he's antsy, that he wants to get back to work. He’s rushing the process and wants to do everything you told him not to do. He wants to disregard all the instructions you gave him. You’re used to that, soldiers want to get back to their daily routine and they’re itching to do something strenuous during the healing process.

You would be fine with that if it were not for his shortness with you. He was annoyed and that was completely acceptable but there was no need to be curt and downright rude to you.

His answers were short. After each question, while trying to make small talk he replied with a ‘Mmhmm’. He didn't make eye contact with you and when you would suggest activities for him to try and distract him, he would roll his eyes and brush it off. 

He didn't want to chat and you feel like this is not the same man, who came to visit last time.

Today’s visit was short, there was clearly no need for small talk on his end and no time for the flirting you wanted to do. 

You did yourself up today too and now that you think back at it, it feels like a waste of time. You enjoyed the visit you had with him last time you were looking forward to today's visit. However, that feeling quickly dissipated, when Luitenenent Riley came in with a bad attitude and short tone. You had no time for this today, you think you even returned that same energy. So the visit was short and he left with a slammed door following behind him.

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Lunchtime came around and you were most definitely looking forward to it. After a long day, that wasn't even over, all you wanted to do was eat. You grab your book and sit in your designated corner to eat in the loud cafeteria.

You feel relaxed when you start eating and open up your book. The loud cafeteria with the chatter of men and women surrounds you. It's kind of calming when you think about it. The laughs, small talk, and clattering cutlery fade in the background around you. This is just what you need after such a long and tiresome day. 

You try to focus on your book but then you are interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Is this seat taken?” You glance up from your book, you find him standing there, his presence commanding attention even in the busy room. Lieutenant Riley is looking down at you with a food tray in his hands. He refers to the seat across from you and you shake your head no. You try to avoid eye contact when he sits down, still feeling annoyed from earlier. 

He lifts his balaclava over his mouth and you both eat in silence. There’s a growing tension around you both. 

You eat your food and busy yourself with your book, however you can feel him looking at you. He ate in silence, his eyes occasionally meeting yours before darting away.

It was irritating.

Earlier he was being rude and barely talking to you and now he was acting timid, the audacity. You started to pick up the pace and eat your lunch faster.

Then he interrupted his silence with his deep sultry voice.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. I was disrespectful to you when you were only trying to help. I'm sorry. I've honestly been sick and tired of sitting around and doing nothing that I took out my anger on you and for that, I apologize.” It sounded like he practiced this. It makes you smile thinking about the Ghost practicing an apology in the mirror. You can just imagine him practicing and it warms your heart that he put this much energy into an apology.

“Thank you for your apology.” You reply in a soft voice.

There was silence for a while but it was interrupted by your voice.

“Um…I know it's hard, not being able to do the things you used to be able to do. I'm sure soon you will be able to get back to your routine and do everything that you want to do… and more. If You need to talk to someone, you can always come and see me. ” You tell him, a bit timidly. All you want to bring comfort to him and reassure him.

“Thank you,” he replies.

“No problem Luitenent” you respond.

“Call me, Simon.”

That was the end of the conversation. There was a soft smile on your face, and you both sat in a comfortable silence, taking quick glances at each other.

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Week 6

This next visit was much more casual than the previous two. Throughout the whole week before this upcoming visit, he’s been stopping by your office. 

In the beginning, he would just stop and say hello and indulge you with some small talk. Nothing more than checking in on you and asking how your day was. However lately, he’s been getting comfortable here. He’s claimed the large decorative leather chair in the corner of your office, closest to your desk. 

He would just sit there and talk to you about anything and everything. Conversations went from favorite foods to his most recent reads to how long you’ve been an RN. 

The other nurses in the building have gotten used to his presence in your office. When they come to visit or drop something off, his presence doesn’t throw them off anymore.  They’re used to the large man sitting comfortably in your office. 

Today was no different, he stopped by in the morning and you both got to chatting. An hour went by when it felt like mere minutes. Time flew by so fast that you almost forgot about his checkup.

“Oh!” You exclaim. “I'm such an idiot, I almost forgot why you were here Simon.” you shoot up from your desk and walk over to the examination table, slapping it twice with a big grin on your face

“Alright Simon, let’s get this over with!” You sell him with a large smile on your face. 

Simon slaps his knees and pushes himself off of the deep and comfortable chair. He makes his way across your office looking at all of the flowers around your office and the Sanrio Characters you have scattered around. 

When he gets to the examination table, just as you're about to move out of the way, he grabs your waist and moves you to the side. He lets his hands linger and he makes eye contact with you as he sits on the chair. 

You're certain he’s smiling under that stupid balaclava.

Cocky bastard. 

You clear your throat and attempt to focus on your work. The checkup only lasts a few minutes, he’s getting so much better. You would be so excited to tell him that he can start getting back to his normal routine, but you're distracted.

Distracted because he’s so touchy. First, he touches your waist, he must know that it has some sort of effect on you because then he touches your clothes. 

During the checkup when you need to do something basic and mindless, he grabs the corner of your coat and rubs yours between his fingers. When you speak to him he’s doing the same with your black scrubs.

“You can start getting back to your regular routine, like training and stuff. Don’t rush it or anything, just …baby steps'' you say, you move yourself to stand in between his legs.

“That right?” He asks but he’s not focused on what you say. He’s focused on your plump lips and you think it’s turning you on. His eyes slowly make their way back to your eyes. 

“Mmmhhh! But nothing too rough.” You reply looking back at him. You feel his hands make their way up your waist. 

“Not even a little rough?” He asks. You both start to lean closer and he takes one hand off of your waist and takes it toward his mask. 

Oh god! What is he doing? Is he going to show his face? Kiss you! Or maybe—

Knock Knock

The loud knock draws your attention away from Simon and you pull yourself away from between his legs.

You clear your throat and attempt to fix yourself even though you two have done nothing. 

“Come in!” You shout, voice cracking a bit. 

One of the more intimidating on-field military nurses enters your office. Unlike you, this nurse is trained for the field and it shows. She is tall with broad muscular shoulders, and she confidently walks into the room with a skeptical look on her face. 

She takes a look at both you and Simon before addressing you. Telling you that your presence is wanted somewhere else. 

“Oh okay… I’ll be there in five ma’am.” You reply and she makes her way out of your office with a raised eyebrow at Simon. 

“Okay, Simon! your next check is in two weeks and that’s your last one, congratulations.” You address Simon trying to make it seem like you don’t remember the moment you two had before you were interrupted. Simon stands and makes his way over to you, stops right in front of you, and towers over you. If he was anyone else you’d give them hell for popping your personal space bubble.

“Alright…Can I see you tomorrow?” he asks, looking down at you. 

“Are you injured?” You ask sarcastically. 

“Got a paper cut. That’s what I get for reading” He shows you his thumb and starts to chuckle. You laugh right along with him. You look up at him and nod, you smile while biting your lip. 

“See you tomorrow Si”

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Week 8

Two months.

He’s known you for two months and he still doesn’t know how to act around you. This past month he’s seen you almost every day constantly visiting you. He feels like every day he’s getting to know you better and better. You’re a genius, graduating high school and college early which explains why you're so young. You love this little Japanese cat thing that’s called Hello Kitty. Your favorite flowers are tulips, and that’s something that stuck out to him. 

Tulips stuck out so much that he used his last day of time off to go out off base and buy you some. Today is his last official visit with you but he most definitely doesn’t want to make it his last time seeing you. He wants to see you more, a lot more. He wants to see you outside of work, he wants to see you outside your work clothes. He wants to see you in jeans, a dress, in his bed—

He shakes his head, trying to stop himself from thinking like that. It’s disrespectful to you, he hasn’t known you for longer than a couple of months, and he can’t think about you that way. 

It’s hard not thinking like that. He thinks about his third visit with you, when you both were rudely interrupted. He thinks about what your waist feels like, what your face looks like. He thinks about it often, especially at night–

He cringes at himself, he feels like a teenage boy who’s never touched a woman. 

He tries to distract himself by looking at the tulips he bought for you. They’re closed and pink with long green stems. They’re beautiful just like you. He doesn’t understand, how someone can be so effortlessly beautiful. 

When you wear makeup or no makeup: beautiful. When you have your hair down and natural, sleek and bone straight, or up in braids, buns, or a scarf: beautiful. He can’t begin to comprehend it. 

Not only are you beautiful on the outside you have the personality of a goddess. You’re kind and compassionate but not afraid to snap back when someone gets out of line. That’s what makes him nervous, the doubts start flooding his mind. 

He’s still staring at the tulips when Soap enters his room. Unannounced. 

Soap comes into his quarters and scatters around the room. He looks in draws and under furniture, he's scattering stuff around as if he lives here. He is tossing his stuff around and looking in places he shouldn't be. Ghost hasn't even looked up, hasn't even acknowledged his presence. Ghost rolls his eyes so far back into his head when he hears Johnny whining to himself. 

“What’re ya lookin’ for Johnny?” He inquires in an irritated tone. 

“Lookin’ for my char–” He cuts himself off as finally looks up at Simon. He sees Simon slouched over his bed looking at the pot with pretty pink tulips and a wide, knowing, mischievous grin appears on his face. He looks like the Cheshire cat.

“Look at you Simon, those for that bird you've become so fond of…”

“Watch it Johnny” Ghost finally looks up, he's not pleased. Johnny continues like a mindless, careless, idiot.

“I've heard the rumors, some field nurse says she saw you two in her office…alone. Good on you Riley. Yer getting old now, ya deserve something like that. Herd shes a beauty too. ” He laughs obnoxiously at his own jokes. He slaps Ghost on the hard on his back and continues searching around his room

Ghost sits in silence for a while, thinking about Johnny’s words, he knows that he is joking, he’s not serious.

‘“Whatdya mean by I deserve something like that?” He finally inquires, the question was practically running around his mind. Johnny continued searching around the room as he answered his question.

“Well you know, ya have had a hard life. Yer always helping people, always trying to be the best, and ya never really had that soft life. I know ya don't think it but yer a good man and you deserve a good woman. We don't live forever so think ya should take the risk and do what you have to do… Are you sure you don't have my charger? He asked after giving some of the most meaningful advice that he'd ever heard.

“Get out,” he replied annoyed by his short attention span.

“Maybe Gaz has it,” he says and leaves the room as if nothing happened.

Those words resonate with Simon and he thinks about them for a long time. The time of the appointment was getting closer and closer. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about what he was going to say to you. He wanted to make it meaningful, he wanted to ask you out on a date. 

He wanted your friendship to continue and he wanted your relationship to grow and become more and more personal. He hasn't done this in a long time and he wanted it to mean something. 

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15 minutes.

He had 15 minutes to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

As he made his way down the familiar hallway toward your office, every step seemed to quicken the pace of his heartbeat. The clock was counting down, each second would go by, getting closer to the moment. In his hands, he held a bouquet of vibrant tulips. He knows that he is catching the eyes of the people around him but each person he passed seemed to fade into the background.

It felt like when he visited you the first time, his hands were sweating and he was nervous. He says ‘hello’ to the woman at the front desk. Even though her attitude has always been rude and uptight however he thanks her every day for sending him to office number 222. The number that completely changed his life.

Now, standing just a few steps away from your door, his mind blanked, and his carefully rehearsed words were completely forgotten. Doubt starting to flood his veins. His hands are sweating again, and his heart is beating a mile a minute. He doesn't know if he can do this, he feels like it is a mistake but his feet won't stop. 

They won't stop because even though his brain is telling him to stop, his heart won't let him.

It's been years since he's ever felt this nervous, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He finally arrives in front of your door and holds the flowers behind his back. He gets ready to knock and says a silent prayer to whoever or whatever higher being is listening.  

He knocks.

He waits a beat and then he hears your beautiful voice say “Come on in.”

Right as you say that without thinking Simon impulsively rips off his balaclava off his face and opens the door. He watches as you slowly look up and he swears he sees a natural glow around you. 

“Hi, how can I help you?”

He doesn't respond, instead, he slowly brings the tulips to his front and presents them to you with a soft smile. You look at the man and he watches as you raise an eyebrow, it's like he can see the clogs turning in your head. Then he sees the pieces being put together in your head and your face lights up.

“Simon?” You ask with a gorgeous smile.

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giggling and kicking my feet

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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ kissing, spicy, black!reader

₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 you wanted to play a game.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 It’s been a fat minute since I wrote for demon slayer so I present you with a short sanemi story! also dee announcements, today Is my birthday! and second Im gonna start writing for other fictional characters, like zuko from ATLA 🤗 anyways I hope yall enjoyyy

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ! ❞ - 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

"let's play a game."

"a game?."

"a game." you heared him scoff under his breath as he looked at you weird, weren't games for children? you could see the hint of curiosity but stubbornness behind his eyes, rolling your own. "It'll be fun. I swear It." you crossed your chest with a small smile. sanemi looked at you again then sighed, "what's this..game you wanna play?." In response you got up from where you were sat ted to be seated on his lap putting your arms behind you. you tilted your head spotting his smirk, "simple and easy rules." you trailed seeing his eyes look from your eyes to your lips nodding his head, "we're gonna make out— but, If one of us gives In or touch one another that person loses. the loser has to do whatever the winner tells them to do." he raised a brow, "so If I touch you while we're kissing I lose?." you nodded your head, "yup." you grinned leaning your face forward towards his feeling his breath hit your face, "so don't lose.." without anymore chances you placed your lips onto his.

In Instincts sanemi almost went to grab ahold of your hips till he remembered that he's playing your stupid game. he held his hand to his sides, clenching the bedsheets as he groaned Into the kiss fighting the urge to just take you right now. you already knew he was gonna give In first. sanemi loved touching you, your face, thighs, hips and ass, he couldn't resist you. he leaned his head more to the side the capture your lips moving aggressively with your pace. you moaned Into his mouth bucking your hips up hearing a small hiss feeling him get hard under you. he wasn't gonna last long..

continuing to make out with him sanemi was thinking to himself..he needed to touch you. feel more of you. fuck this, "stupid game." he mumbled Into your mouth before feeling his hands slide up your shirt to hold onto your hips moving them back and fourth against his hard. you smirked Into the kiss finally getting to bring your hands up to his face pulling him closer feeling his tounge roam your mouth. not even a second In he switched your guys position, laying on the bed with him between your legs pulling back from the kiss to kiss down your neck, giggling at how desperate he Is, "you know I won right?."

"shut up."

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To The Things I Can’t Control

AlucardxBlack!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, cursing, swearing, religious trauma, death, unhealthy coping skills, trauma in general, romance, fluff, eventual smut, reader is named Verena for my convenience (you can refer to her an y/n),this is my first time writing on tumblr I apologize for any formatting issues lol. ( very unedited too…)

To The Things I Can’t Control

Pt.1 || Pt.2

“To the things I can’t control, I hope you’re having a good laugh at the circumstance you have placed upon me. I hope you are throughly entertained. These people’s kids are some of the most insufferable people I have ever met. I have finally managed to escaped their harsh words and physical assaults. I want to leave forever when I am near them. “

Verena wrote into the journal splayed on the desk in front of her. The rain pattered loudly against the windows of her manor. A soft knock at the door distracted her from her journal. A head poked through the door with a smile encompassing their features. “Verena dear, we have someone we would like you to meet.”

The smaller girl closed her journal quickly. “Mother! I’m tired of meeting the rest of the council’s kids. They’re mean and annoying.” The girl groaned, dragging her feet as she made her way over to her mother. “Why can’t we just say I’m sick or something? I’m half human so they might actually believe it.”

The older woman, Verena’s mother couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “As right as you may be, we have a duty to at least keep up appearances plus, I think you will like who I’m introducing you to. He’s very similar to you.” Verena couldn’t help but raise a brow. “How so?” “You’re gonna have to follow me to find out.”

The groan that left Verena’s lips couldn’t help but earn her a pinch on the arm. “Be nice, he’s already nervous as is.” Her mother says, grabbing her by the shoulders and leading her down the grand staircase.

The stairs lead into a rather gothic looking foyer. The chandelier at the center of the room shined dimly as they made their way to the bottom of the staircase. “Pleasure to meet you both finally. My name is Raine Bishop.” The older woman says, curtsing at the couple before her. “Do excuse our lateness. Verena, please introduce yourself.

Verena sent a side glance to her mother before repeating her previous actions. “It’s an honor to meet you all, my name is Verena Bishop.” She curtsied. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a boy hiding behind the legs of his parents. “Hello Verena! I’m Lisa Tepes and this is my husband Dracula and our son Adrian.” She hummed, pulling the shy boy from behind her.

The boy was slightly smaller is stature, his blond and hair and golden eyes shined brilliantly under the chandelier lights. His long hair braided and tied off with a ribbon. “H-Hello.” He ushered out quickly, bowing and backing up closer to his parents. Raine couldn’t help but smile at the shy boy while Verena on the other hand looked at him with a bit of a raised brow. Her eyes glanced at his parents before glancing back at him again. “What does meeting him have to do with me?” She thought, her thought spun around like a whirlpool before finally settling upon a reasonable answer.

“Oh Mother! I finally understand.” She smiled, accidentally pointing at the poor boy. “He’s like me isn’t he? I can’t remember the word. Not vampire but uh..” Raine pushed her finger down. “Verena it’s rude to point. Adrian is a Dhampir just like you. His Mother is Human and his Father is a Vampire.” She crouched down to Verena’s height. “He’s a year older than you so make sure to be respectful.” Adrian peeked from behind his hands when he heard Verena’s deduction.

From this point forward, Adrian and Verena spent the majority of their childhoods extremely close to one another. Verena showed him even her most lucrative of diary entries over the years even the ones about potential love interests she had at the time. The pair were basically attached at the hip.

Verena sat behind Adrian, brushing his hair into a ponytail in his bedroom. Carefully sectioning his hair, she begins the braid it. “You need to take better care of your hair Adrian. Me and your mother cannot do it for you all the time you know. At this rate, you’re going to be balding by 18.” Verena hums.

Adrian laughed heartily. “I won’t be balding any time soon but you’re probably right, I need to learn how to maintain myself. I don’t need the women in my life scolding me about it any longer.” He teased, playing with the lace at the bottom of Verena’s dress. “Keep talking and you’ll be bald way before you’re 18.” She smirked, finishing his braid and stepping back to see her handy work. “Very handsome, you look right out of a painting.” She hummed, placing a finger on her chin.

Adrian couldn’t help the crimson glow crawling its way onto his delicate features. “Shush.” He grumbled, attempting to walk past the girl. “You forget I’m taller than you Adrian. I can beat you up very easily.” The younger girl smirked, sticking her arm out to reveal little to no muscle mass what so ever. “Pfft yeah right. Your arm is so skinny it’s would snap in half like a tree branch if I pinched it.”

Event like these were frequent in nature. The pair would have sleepovers and play date with each other until they got too old (Raine was scared they would start getting romantically involved too early. She was right but it took like 7 years LOL)

It wasn’t until Verena’s 18th birthday that things turned for the worst. A few weeks prior to Lisa Tepes’s unfortunate end, the Bishop family would be raided by church officials. Verena could hear the footsteps of Clergymen echoed deeply through the halls of the extensive manor. Verena could feel the blood within her veins freezing as she stayed hidden, clutching a small dagger.

The screams of her mother were the last thing she heard before making her way into the closet. Her mind was cluttered with a mix of fear, anger, and grief. The walls beginning to feel as though they are closing in. Oxygen becoming more scarce by the second. Bloody tears streamed down her face, staining the silky fabric of her nightgown.

Her parents were executed by the church for being ‘A Devil Worshipper and a Vampire’. To save Verena, both went with the church willingly. The church rallied around the couple in glee, antagonizing them as the clergyman ended their lives with little regard.

After a few short moments, the sound crackling of flames could be heard. The priest rose from his spot and stood in front of his fellow clergymen and followers. He raised his hands in holy victory “Rest assured my brothers and sisters of the holy Church! Those sinful beasts known as the Bishops are now no more! Completely eradicated by the grace of our holy God. It is God, our lord and savior who has prevailed once again. In Jesus name, Amen!” Shouted the pastor, as a flood of Amen’s followed suit.

Verena darted towards the closest window she could, this being her only means of escape from the roaring blaze that became her home. Glass crackles under the weight of her shoes as she runs. Droplets of crimson blood forms droplets which land onto the floor below her. In the whirlwind of emotions, she narrowly escapes with her life.

She runs through the forest as fast as she can, branches wounding her as she brushed past them; tearing and ripping her once luxurious night wear. Ragged breathes escaped her lips as she ran blindly into the forest. The Estate that Verena knew so well was burned to the ground; reduced to nothing more than piles of ash and Debris. It became nothing more than a distant and painful memory.

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Hey All!

I hope everyone is doing well it’s been a hot minute hasn’t it? Here’s the deal, I just wanted to give a quick posting.  I will no longer be posting my work on AO3 due to the people that are running the website. have morals and beliefs that are more important than AO3 and as such I stick by them through and through.

So! For now on, I will be posting on here for content and updates of my work!

#blackreaderstation talks #Update of my life #No more Ao3

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RICHTER BELMONT CASTELVANIA: NOCTURNE (2023) 1.01 | A Common Enemy in Evil

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this has got to be one of my favourite genders

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ALUCARD IS BACK

ALUCARD in CASTELVANIA: NOCTURNE (2023)

1.08 | Devourer of Light

#alucard #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #Spoilers!! #alucard fahrenheit tepes

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Please write a story about Batmom being Black? There's only one other Story like that in all of Tumblr and as a black girl I would like so much to see more. Steph inlove with her braids & kinky curls. Her children being protective. Duke feeling closer to her. Damien loving her to bits How racist the media can be. The realisation of how whitewashed Gotham high society is. Her in Young Justice? How Talia & Selena make her feel. Her baby with Bruce. Just really wanna see myself in these Batmom fics

Will a little drabble be okay? I’m currently taking a break from studying, and I think this is the right time to unwind!

Also, a little information, I don’t know much about racism in the States or other countries since I used to live in Asia, and currently just started studying abroad in Australia, so if there’s something wrong or too harsh or anything- please do tell! It’s been a long time since I write anything too!

Enjoy!

WORRIES

You sat on the couch, resting against the backrest with a pillow supporting your lower back so your pregnant tummy didn’t put too much pressure on your poor back. The TV played in front of you, the same news as always, the public seemed so…shocked- scandalized that Bruce had decided to announce that he had married you.

Well, sucks for them- you had been married to him for over six years now.

“The same news again, Umi?” You didn’t hear Damian opening the door, he had just arrived from school, hair disheveled, his white button up was untucked from his school trousers. His tan skin was sweaty, he didn’t bother to wipe the sweat and sat next to you.

You smiled, reaching for a box of tissue on the coffee table, pulling out a few before you cradled his face in your hand and make him face you so you could wipe the sweat off his face. “You know how media is,” Damian closed his beautiful eyes as you swiped the tissues gently near them.

“Just turn the TV off or watch a cartoon,” he scoffed, he was getting sick of the paparazzi that kept on following them every time they went out together. Don’t even make him start on that one crazy paparazzo that followed you and Bruce when you went on a date not too long after the announcement was made.

Damian laid his head on your baby bump as you hummed to respond to his suggestion, he not fully putting the weight of his head onto it, of course, his hand rested by his head.

“Your hair looks pretty today too, by the way, Umi,” mentioned Damian.

“Well, seems like Steph and Babs did a good job, hm?”

The girls had styled your hair today, they both helped with the stubborn knots, combed and braided the strands carefully like you had taught them to. Your hair was put in protective braids and then the braids were gathered up into a neat bun, they complimented how great your hair was nonstop while they worked on the braids- it was flattering and in return, you did their hair. Too bad Cass was still sleeping then, she came home late after all.

“Hmph,” the young Wayne scoffed, “I could do better.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, your fingers combing through his damp hair,  “mhm- sure, sweetcheeks,” you patted his back, motioning for the boy to get up, “go upstairs and take a shower, do your homework then you can go patrol with Dick.”

Damian groaned but obliged nonetheless, he kissed your cheek before going up the stairs, “father is looking for you in his office, by the way.”

You made sure you heard the sound of the door clicking shut before making your way to Bruce’s office. “Bruce?” You knocked at his door a few times before it was opened and you were greeted by an equally disheveled Bruce.

You couldn’t help but snort at the resemblance between him and Damian.

“Damn,” you covered your lips with your knuckles, snickering, “what’s happening with you boys?”

He stepped aside to let you in, which you did and quickly taking a seat in the comfy sofa he had provided for guests. He joined you, just like Damian, he took a seat next to you. Your laugh was stopped at the apologetic look he had on his face.

“What is it?”

“I just hope you don’t get harassed when you go out,” his voice was a little deeper than usual, he probably hadn’t drunk anything yet. You reached over to the table in front of you, Alfred had provided a kettle full of warm tea so Bruce could relax, you poured the tea into a cup and handed it over to him.

“Drink,” you sighed, it was not usual to see Bruce a little stressed out. Before he met you, he was used to not getting any rest- Hell, this man could stay awake for days with little sleep and keep on protecting the city, you changed that, though. You gave the boys and girls strict rules, which Alfred was thankful for. “You’re worrying too much, Bruce.”

He drank the tea you gave him, his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed- you couldn’t help but stare, he was truly an attractive man.

“I’m not the only one who’s afraid that something is going to happen to you and the baby,” he explained the reason for his worry, gently placing the teacup down. He crossed his leg over the other.

You made a sound of acknowledgment, taking his hand in yours, gaining his attention. Your free hand reached for his face, fingers smoothing between his furrowed brows. It was painful to see your family all stressed out like this, this was happening just because of your marriage? Ridiculous.

“Hey,” you felt Bruce’s hand went under your shirt, feeling the baby bump directly, his calloused fingers tracing the stretch marks on your dark skin. They were very visible when you had your clothes off but Bruce loved them. “Don’t think that me and Alfred didn’t notice that you send our boys to follow us when we went to get the groceries a couple days ago.”

Bruce opened his mouth, wanting to argue but you cut him off, “even though you didn’t tell them to, they’d still do it. Both boys and girls.”

He sighed, you were right. The kids were protective of you, it didn’t matter that they knew you could very well protect yourself- Alfred knew how to fight for heaven’s sake- but you were pregnant. Alfred wouldn’t be able to protect you if he had his hands full. He and the kids had good reasons.

“Just stop worrying,” you giggled sweetly when his fingers tickled your sides, a smile broke across his face at the angelic sound of your laugh.

“No promises,” he kissed you chastely square on the lips, muffling your giggles briefly.

I hope this is okay?I ended up making it a one-shot instead, I hope you like it :)

Sorry for grammar errors!

#bruce wayne #batmom x bruce wayne #black!reader #batmom & damian wayne #black!batmom #dcu #dc reader insert #not my writing #fanfiction #fanfic

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Hii! Can I maybe request a Bruce Wayne x fem black reader where Bruce/batsy had cheated on her with Selina and has broken up with reader and is now in a relationship with Selina which Alfred and the kids aren’t so happy about since y/n is who makes the family complete and Bruce has been feeling lost lately and Selina has noticed and decides to have a talk with him about it and she comes to the conclusion that he’s still in love with y/n and even though she doesn’t want to let Bruce go she’s also aware of the pain she’s caused on the bat family and decides that it was good while it lasted and tells him to go and make amends with her and try and bring her back to the family and he does that but it’s going to take a lot more than that for there relationship to go back to the way it was and he’s trying to make things better one step at a time

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: infidelity and guilt

"By far, Master Bruce, this is the stupidest thing you have done. That's including going after Bane without backup." Alfred said pacing the floor of the Manor's kitchen. The latest issue People's magazine was thrown at Bruce. While he could catch it, Bruce figured it would be best for it to hit him in the face.

"I'm aware, Alfred," Bruce groaned.

"No, I don't think you are. She put up with all of your bullshit, as the kids would say. She didn't mind the late hours, and she understood your night job. Yet, you cheated on her. Publicly, I might add," Alfred said straightening out his apron to begin breakfast. Bruce looked at Alfred with despair.

"I'll fix it." Running a hand through his hair, Bruce began to formulate different ideas on how to win Y/N back.

"And what of Ms. Kyle when you do? Bruce, there's no happy ending for everyone here."

-

"Why did you make her leave?"Damian stopped his father on the large staircase of the grand house. His black Great Dane puppy sat next to him watching his master for commands.

"What?" Bruce had a long day being 'Bruce Wayne'. He didn't quite understand what his son was asking him.

"You made Y/N leave. Why?"

"I didn't make her leave," Bruce muttered.

"She said she loves me, but she can't stay anymore. What did you do?"Damian pressed for answers. Bruce knew that Damian was stubborn which was partially gained from him and partially gained from Y/N. Even though Damian and Y/N shared no blood, Bruce could see the similarity in Damian's furrowed eyebrows.

"Y/N and I aren't together anymore because I cheated on her. You are more than welcome to visit her."

"I don't want to visit her. I want her here with us. Titus wants her here. We were a family. I had a family that didn't want to kill each other."

-

"I'm sorry I'm late," Selina said taking her seat beside Bruce and across from Damian.

"You shouldn't have shown up if you were going to be late," Damian said moving around the various vegetables on his plate. Damian's disdain for Selina had slowly become more and more apparent since Y/N left.

"Damian! I'm sorry about him," Bruce was quick to reprimand his son and his face became flush.

"Don't be. I'm sure he's adjusting. Where are the others?" Selina knew Damian distrusted her. He had every reason to. After all, she was the one who forced his adoptive mother out. She'd be more concerned if Damian liked her, or at least pretended to.

"At dinner with Y/N. Father wouldn't let me go." Damian quickly left the table leaving Bruce and Selina alone. Bruce couldn't reach Selina's eyes. He wanted to. She was the one he chose but not the one he wants.

-

Coming to bed was something Bruce had been dreading. He had tried to avoid it but Gotham was unusually quiet. Alfred liked to incite the chaos that was going to ensue and so he sent Bruce to bed.

"Are you packing?" Bruce asked while removing his tie.

"You don't love me, Bruce. You may act as you do but you don't,"

"Selina, I-"

"It's fine. I hope I didn't mess things up for you and her."

-

"I'm coming. Hel-. Oh, Bruce, if this is about Cass staying over, she fell asleep, and you know how rarely she sleeps," Y/N said leaning against her door frame. She looked well and much better than Bruce. The color from his face had drained and his hair had looked less shiny than usual.

"It's not about that. Damian misses you." He wasn't lying. Damian had been quite bitter towards Bruce since Y/N had left. Conversations were sparse and quick when they occurred.

"I know. He writes me letters every day and manages to get here every weekend," Y/N chuckled. She recently convinced Damian that public transportation was safer than the thirteen-year-old driving the Batmobile.

"I miss you."

"Bruce, don't." Y/N didn't want to deal with Bruce at the moment. Today had been a good day. She didn't need him trying to worm his way back into his heart.

"I am very sorry. I made a terrible mistake," Bruce immediately regretted his words.

"A mistake? Is that all you think it was? I married you and all of your flaws. I made the mistake of falling in love with you. Everything I ever did was for you. I have nothing but the kids to show for us." Y/N didn't yell. Her voice was broken and her tears began to flow. Bruce had always felt guilty but seeing Y/N in tears while talking about their kids, only exemplified it.

"Y/N, please. Will you just come home? For tonight?"

"Fine. Just because I miss Titus and Ace." Y/N disappeared into her home and for a moment Bruce believed he had a chance.

-

"Hey, Dames," Y/N spoke while walking into the library of Wayne Manor. Titus and Ace ran up to greet Y/N, Damian soon followed.

"Y/N. You're moving back?"Hugging her waist Damian didn't want to let go. He thought she would fade away like a dream.

"No, but I will be staying the night,"

"I can accept this," Damian said dragging Y/N off into the known wonders of Wayne Manor. Bruce smiled. It was small and barely noticeable, but it was there.

"You are aware that you made no progress with getting back with ma, right?" Jason said walking into the library eating some popcorn. Jason was one of the more nonchalant children and it's an admirable trait.

"I didn't know you were here Jason," Bruce said turning to his second-oldest son.

"She's here for Damian, Cass, and Duke because they're the youngest." Jason pointed out. He knew that he was allowed into Y/N's apartment at any time. Whether it be just to talk or for a quick bandage, Y/N's door would always be open.

"Thank you for that insight"

"No problem, big man,"

-

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked as he saw Y/N go into what was their bedroom and grab a couple of pillows and blankets.

"The kids wanted to have a movie night with me. I don't think you're invited," Y/N joked. Joking was good. Joking meant that there could be happy moments still in life together.

"Makes sense. I'll be here when you're ready for bed," Bruce once again regretted his words.

"Excuse me,"

"I'll be here when you're ready for bed?"

"'m not going to sleep in the same bed as you. I told you I was only here for the kids,"

"Right, right."

Bruce laid awake that night and for once it wasn't because of the horrors of the world but for the atrocities he'd committed in that very bed. Y/N was finally under the same roof as him, but she's not here for him. At least, they're talking again. It was the little things that he missed most. He missed her walks with Damian, the cookies she'd bake with Alfred, and the girls' days with Stephanie and Cassandra. It would be a long time when he got that back. If he got that back.

#black!batmom #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batfam #bruce wayne x black!reader #not my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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Annette!!

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania series #Annette Castlevania #castlevania spoilers #castlevania nocturne spoilers

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I like the lady in the middle already

I really hope this is our trio for this season!!!

#tvedit #netflix #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #cv nocturne #castlevania nocturne spoilers #netlix castlevania #richter belmont #maria renard

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Go watch the trailer!!

“Little boy Belmont”

#cv nocturne #castlevania #netflix #richter belmont #castlevania nocturne #castlevania nocturne spoilers

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Maria has her animal summonings!!! 👌👌🫡🙌

#maria renard #netflix #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #netlix castlevania #castlevania nocturne spoilers #cv nocturne

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Decision

The quiet conversation between captain and adopted son was whispered around the medical bay, the unbelievable story told in great detail. Y/n caresses Maisie’s coils of hair a worried look to the injured girl and thoughts of prayers to her healing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Maisie was hurt and now Red is in captivity, being dragged behind the ship like some kind of show pony.

“I see. That’s some story Jacob,” Captain Crow says nonchalant and Y/n turns to tune in to their conversation.

“The hunter befriended a beast. Huh. What took me dead light. What am I supposed to think of you Jacob?” Crow asks leaning in.

“That thing…and I, we had an understanding.”

“You had a truce with a beast? Whatever happened out there is nothing compared to the centuries of war.” Crow seems that he was always somehow educating Jacob and it looked as though this time his son wasn’t getting it.

“But you weren’t there. The beast has done more to help the three of us during these few days. Even when Maisie got hurt, the beast came over to her, not to eat her but to comfort her.” Y/n speaks up.

“A beast do not give comfort. They take it and if you can’t see that girl then you’re a mindless as those beasts.” Crow quips.

“Those beasts took ya’ dead light. Would you like the other one go too?” Y/n threatens with a hand on her sword. Crow only gives Y/n a sideways glance before turning back to Jacob.

Y/n stands to the side of Jacob, feeling that his talk with Captain Crow was getting a bit testy.

“I know what I be, Jacob. I’m the son of a captain, who was a son to his captain. And if our birth is to fight then by God, we will fight. To be tested and find our greatness.” Crow is a bit closer now to Jacob.

“So, I ask you Jacob, my son…are you my enemy?”

Jacob’s eyes search the ground, an answer he had yet to even bring himself to have ready to give. Was he an enemy now? He was unsure.

Without anyone watching, Maisie is springing from her bed, grabs her knife and makes a beeline to Crow’s upper body. Her intentions were clear, but Jacob is quick to stop her, the excitement is quickly died down as Maisie falls to her knees in exhaustion.

“Let her go.” The little girl demands, tiredly. Jacob moves the knife away from Maisie and looks back up at Captain Crow.

She was still very weak. Y/n is quick to kneel next to Maisie and placed a hand on her back. The girl begins breathing heavily, obviously still tired.

Crow chuckles and stands to leave the sick bay.

“She’s all vinegar.” He spoke and grabs his hat and coat from behind First Mate Sarah Sharpe.

Y/n follows Jacob as he picks up Maisie and puts her back on to the cot. Maisie squints up at Jacob, determination still in her glare to make sure he paid attention to her next words.

“You have to save Red. She’s our friend.” Maisie breaths out weakly and Jacob sighs quietly.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her and Y/n looks at Jacob with pleading eyes.

“Jacob…” Y/n says in disbelief.

“She needs her rest.” The doctor interludes and Jacob nods.

“I’ll get you back home to Guelston. You’ll be safer there and you will live a long good life.” He promised her, Maisie only turns away.

“We first need to appear in Castle Whiterock, we have a date with the king and queen.” Crow says and Jacob looks back at Maisie with a conflicted look, then makes his way to Crow’s side.

Y/n steps in front of Jacob, halting his slow stride.

“Jacob, you can’t be serious? You can’t do this, you know it’s not right!” Y/n tells him but Jacob says nothing.

“Red is our friend. Why can’t you see that this isn’t what you want?” Y/n questions.

“Enough, Y/n. There’s nothing to be done.” Jacob affirms as he walks around her to grab his weapons belt. Y/n is right on his ass.

“Yes, there is! You just won’t give into the temptation that what you’re doing is wrong! This ain’t you, Jacob.” Y/n grabs his wrist, halting him again.

“Jacob, please…I’m just begging ya’. Do the right thing.” She begs and Jacob gently shrugs her wrist off his to walk alongside with Crow. The captain puts an arm around his shoulders as the two leave the medical bay.

“I imagine you could use a drink my boy.” Crow comments but Jacob says nothing turning to look back at Maisie then Y/n who was standing there with her arms crossed and a furrow brow.

Y/n returns to Maisie and holds her small hand a sigh leaving her lips.

“Y/n…how could Jacob do this?” She questions weakly.

Y/n sighs again and places a hand on her head to card through her coils.

“Rest now, Maisie. I will be here when you awake.” She tells her and a tear streaks down the girl’s cheek.

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— The Teacher

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool Teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Little Megumi’s taken a liking to you, his teacher, and his dad Gojo has too.

TW: None

Note: Megumi is still Gino’s adoptive son but much younger, Megumis a little ooc I guess? He just acts like a kid and not a mini adult.

⇶ Satoru first met you on the schools open house night

⇶ Megumi seemed a little nervous about his first day of school, so Satoru figured it would help calm his nerves if he got to meet his teacher and a few classmates beforehand

⇶ You were so sweet and patient with Megumi, not to mention the fact that you were absolutely stunning, Satoru had an instant crush

“Hi, you must be the teacher?”

You couldn’t help but pause as you turned your attention to the man, taking in his features. From his snow white hair and piercing blue eyes that peeked over dark sunglasses, to his warm smile and lanky figure that stalked over you.

He was beautiful, but you had to snap yourself back into reality and regain your composure.

“Yes! I’m Ms. Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you Mr….” You trailed off so he could properly introduce himself to you.

“Satoru Gojo, but you can just call me Satoru,” he told you, lips curling back to for a toothy grin.

Looking down, you saw a little boy with spiky black hair clutching onto the man’s leg, eyeing you from behind it.

“And what’s your name sweetheart?” You asked him, offering a warm smile.

The boy didn’t answer, instead shoving his face into the back of Satoru’s leg.

“M’sorry, he’s shy,” Satoru chuckled. “It’s alright, answer her Megs, she won’t bite. Will you Ms. L/n?”

You smiled and shook your head, then crouched down to be at eye level with the boy.

Peeling himself away from Satoru’s leg, but still keeping a hand firmly gripped to his pant leg, the boy presented himself to you, looking down at his shoes.

“My name’s Megumi.”

⇶ It took awhile for Megumi to warm up to you, but he did over time, and he even made some new friends that day with your encouragement

⇶ Meanwhile, you spoke with Satoru and other parents about how your classroom would operate and answered questions

⇶ But you talked to Satoru for the most part, he was charismatic and funny, and held great conversation

⇶ The more you talked, the more you found him attractive, and you were struggling to stay professional when he said something offhandedly flirtatious

⇶ Of course, most of your conversation was about Megumi, and while you’re usually careful about bringing up parental situations, you made the mistake of assuming there was a maternal figure in the picture

⇶ You figured that a man as attractive as him must’ve had a woman in his life, even if they weren’t a parental figure. But you didn’t tell him that, of course, even as you profusely apologized

⇶ Satoru made no big deal out of it, and simply told you he was raising Megumi alone, and not so subtly put emphasis on him being completely single

⇶ After the night of the open house, Megumi seemed more excited about his first day of school rather than nervous

⇶ He even told Satoru that he really liked you, and Satoru couldn’t help but agree

⇶ In the beginning, everyday that Satoru dropped off Megumi, he’d have a very brief conversation with you while Megumi got settled into the classroom

⇶ A simple ‘good morning’, ‘what are you doing today?’, ‘have a good day’

⇶ And they’d go on a bit farther if they ran a bit late, or if Megumi’s mood seemed a bit off

⇶ He knew it was your job to care, but Satoru could tell you genuinely did care far beyond it just being your job

⇶ Loved watching your relationship with Megumi develop, as his quiet ‘Good morning, Ms. L/n’s turned into good morning hugs. And he’d grown to be so excited to get to your class every morning instead of being on the verge of tears from how nervous he was

⇶ Megumi didn’t even want to leave your class after school, and would sorrowfully say goodbye to you and his friends when Satoru came for him

⇶ You and Satoru’s relationship also developed more as time when on, or Satoru tried to make it develop, at least

⇶ He’d compliment your bright and colorful outfits every morning, and remind you of how much he Megumi loved seeing you

⇶ And at the end of the day, he would drag out his conversations with you, covering himself with the excuse of wanting to give Megumi more time with his friends

⇶ Started calling you pet names too, but only on occasion, he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable

⇶ He could almost see the shock run through your body when he called you beautiful for the first time, and he loved it

⇶ There was one particular instance that completely changed your relationship with him

⇶ You were having mandatory parent-teacher-student conferences at the end of the semester, and they were scheduled as your last meeting for the day

⇶ You had nothing but good things to say about Megumi and his progress in your class, and Megumi was beaming the whole time

⇶ You talked about how smart he was, and how you were so proud of how far he’s come since the beginning of the year

⇶ Satoru fist bumped and high fives him throughout the meeting, and at the end, put him in a headlock and gently ruffled his hair

⇶ At the end of the meeting, Megumi was once again reluctant to leave you, and came up with a suggestion that shocked both you and Satoru

“Let’s just take her home with us!”

⇶ You were both taken aback, and chucked nervously

⇶ Just as you were going to explain to Megumi why you couldn’t do that, Satoru made a suggestion of his own

⇶ He offered that you come over for dinner instead, to both satisfy Megumi and as a thank you

⇶ You declined at first, but Satoru insisted, and you couldn’t say no when he was sweet talking you and staring into your eyes the way he was

⇶ When you got to his house, you were amazed

⇶ It was big, not obnoxiously, but m definitely more space than a man and his son needed

⇶ Sure, Satoru radiated the energy of someone who makes a good amount of money, but after seeing his home you knew it was much more than a good amount

⇶ The inside was mostly white, and very modern and minimalist leaning, but still detailed and pretty

⇶ Satoru asked if you needed anything before he started on dinner, and you politely said no, before Megumi dragged you off to his room to show you all his toys

⇶ After about an hour, dinner was finished and Satoru came upstairs to get you and Megumi

⇶ Before he interrupted your quality time with him, he couldn’t help but stand by the door and watch the scene in front of him

⇶ You and Megumi, playing with superhero action figures, making little sound effects with your mouths and changing your voices depending on the figure you had

⇶ It made Satoru’s heart swell, and it almost pained him to interrupt the two of you

⇶ You made small talk during dinner, and Megumi didn’t talk much since he was too focused on eating

⇶ Satoru asked about your personal life, since he really only saw you in a professional setting

⇶ To his surprise, you opened up a bit and he listened intently

⇶ Just after dinner, it was Megumis bedtime, and while Satoru got him ready for bed, you did the dishes despite Satoru’s protests

⇶ Even though it was just supposed to be dinner, you somehow stayed to watch a movie with him, and talked some more

⇶ Satoru was much heavier on the flirting, seeing that Megumi wasn’t around anymore

⇶ You returned his advances when you weren’t busy giggling at the silly jokes he mixed them in with

⇶ The tension between you was almost unbearable, you were almost silently begging each other for a kiss

⇶ By the end of the night, you were both sad that you had to leave, and Satoru couldn’t stand the thought of this being a onetime thing

“Thank you, again,” Satoru started, “for Megumi.”

You gave him that beautiful smile that he’d give his right lung to see.

“He’s a great kid, you’re doing a really amazing job with him,” you told him.

“M’ just trying my best,” Satoru chuckled. “This was really nice… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

His heart nearly beat out of his chest from the words that came out of his own mouth, but your answer put him at ease.

“This was really nice, I’d love to.”

Before the silence got awkward, Satoru made a split second decision that had been on his mind since he met you.

“And um,” He cleared his throat, pale cheeks turning cherry red. “D’you think I could take you out sometime? Y’know, just us.”

Satoru was looking everywhere but at you, and wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants. But he met your eyes when you responded, and all his worries went away when he saw a smile plastered on your face.

“Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

⇶ Satoru might like you more than Megumi does

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