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nastyaromatherapy · 6 months

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"All yours" (18+)

You're left home alone with your stepbrother Ethan.

Tried to make a dark fic for (this) request (sorry if it isnt dark enough😭)

pairing - perv!StepBrother!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.7k+ word fic

warnings: dub con, stepcest, corruption kink, I lowkey have a voice kink so ethan talks A LOT, slightly innocent reader

Your mom always told you to cover up around your stepbrother, Ethan. But you always asked her, "why?" He was your brother after all.

So, when your mom and stepdad were out for dinner, and your stepsister was at a study session, you naturally broke the rules. The house was hot- and your parents didn't let you blast the air conditioning.

You walked through the living room where Ethan watched tv wearing spandex, and a thin white tee without a bra. Instantaneous boner for Ethan. He covered it up with a decorative pillow.

"Your mom okay with you wearing that?" He asks you as you wander into the kitchen for a soda. "What does it matter?" You respond. "Care to join me?" He asks, patting the seat next to him on the sofa. You turn to see the tv, it was a horror film. You shook your head profusely.

"Come on, don't be lame," he said, throwing his head back, exposing his adam's apple. "I'll buy you pizza," he bargains. "Fine," you say, plopping your ass onto the cushion. He immediately smirks and slaps the opened can out of your hand, making it spill on the floor.

"Ethan!" You yelled, annoyed. When you bent down to grab the can he slapped your ass hard, probably making a mark. You shoot your head back, "Stop being a perv."

He chuckled to himself as you cleaned the mess, now squatting to prevent further pestering.

You sat with him on the couch and he turned on the movie. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you give in to his warm, brotherly touch.

Suddenly on screen there's a jump scare and you jump, accidently rubbing your forearm on his erect cock, making him groan. "Fuck, I'm sorry," you apologized. "You keep doing that!" He says annoyed through gritted teeth.

"What?" You ask confused. "You keep touching me there, like you want me to get hard." You were utterly bewildered. What was he talking about? "Ethan what the fuck are you-" "just shut the fuck up. You're a slut. Admit it."

Truth is you haven't touched him once. Well besides the part with a jump scare. He needed an excuse for him being hard.

"I have nothing to admit," you say. He bites his cheek, looking at the ceiling with an astonished look. "You're really just gonna say that? Okay so if I felt in between your legs right now," he started as he got closer to your ear. "You wouldn't be wet?"

You weren't before, but his words sent shivers down your spine causing you to pool into your spandex. "I won't," you chuckled out, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Uhuh," he sounded, fingers reaching for your dampening crotch.

"Ethan c'mon," you whined. "Let's just watch the movie." He shook his head. "Not till we find out if you're a liar or no." You pulled away from his clutch, which made it easy for him to push you onto your back. You sat up with your elbows, and as you got up you felt a sense of heat in your core.

You look down to see Ethan's fingers, teasing the cloth that covered your pussy. You whimper at his touch and quickly close your legs. You notice his mouth corners start to curl up. He knew you were wet, could feel through your bottoms. But he pretended as if he didn't know.

"'Kay, whatever, let's just watch the damn movie." You got back up into his arms as the movie continued to play. It seems everything just went back to normal.

After awhile, however, Ethan started grazing his fingers on your clit through the fabric of your spandex. You shivered a little when reunited with his touch. He held back a chuckle when he saw your cute reaction, biting your lip to keep composure.

His motions were put together and circular, definitely not accidental. Your breathing grows heavier and your chest heaves. He gets a good look at your perky nipples poking out of your tight tee.

You involuntarily inch your legs wider, giving him more access to your parts. You whimper when he presses down harder against your clit, and grab onto him a little tighter. He groans at your grip.

You start to grind against his hand, humping it, desperately needing more friction. You weren't even thinking, just mindlessly fucking your brother's hand.

Your juices and cum start to seep through your spandex, leaving slimy, sticky residue on your crotch area. When Ethan feels it on his fingers, he removes his hand, making you whine. "Not a slut, huh? As if you didn't just take your stepbrother's hand without hesitation." You look at him, ashamed of yourself, ashamed you'd let him touch you in that way.

"Not gonna answer? That's okay, it's better for bitches to shut up." He grabs you by your waist and pulls you onto his lap. He guides you by your hips on his sweat pant covered boner. "Ethan," you moaned out. "We shouldn't." You said, sounding hesitant. "Oh but we've come so far," he said, reaching under your shirt to grope your breasts which made you gasp. "Be a shame to just stop now."

You felt disgusted at your self, but he was right. He was so hard, and you were so wet. Why stop now?

"I wonder how many men have had the pleasure of being inside you," he inquired as he shut his eyes, just imagining. "J-just my boyfriend," you stuttered out. His eyes shot open. "You've only ever had sex with your boyfriend of 3 months?" You nodded. "And I didn't like it."

He chuckled, bucking his hips into yours. "Oh you're gonna love it with me." You shook your head. "Ethan we really can't, you're my brothe-" he slammed his lips onto yours, forcing your plush ones to meet his chapped, grabbing your head from behind. You restrained at first but in the end you gave in. He was pretty damn good at it.

He pulled away and slipped your top off, being quick to take a breast into his mouth. He looked up at you with dark eyes as he sucked on its bud, making your heat throb. You moaned and continued to grind on his length, hornier than ever. He massaged the lonely one in his hand as he continued to feast on your tit, groaning into it. "Ethan," you moaned out, twisting fingers in his hair.

He pulled off of your puffy nipple, "Fuck, on your knees baby." You got on your knees in front of him and his sweats and boxers dropped to his ankles. His cock sprung out, resting on his lower abdomen. He takes hold of the lower shaft, guiding it towards your mouth. "Ever suck a cock, baby?" You shook your head a no. "It's easy. Just take as much as you can and don't use your teeth." His teaching was painfully vague, but you were desperate to taste him anyways you might've just been a natural.

You opened for him, letting his head slip in. "Fuck," he panted out. You took in about a fourth of his length, tasting every vein and every muscle. God was he tasty. You slowly got the hang of it, being able to take a little more of him. Ethan had his head thrown back in ecstasy, groaning and whining.

He looked at you, and it was a sight. Hair messy, eyes wide and teary with fluttering eyelashes, and of course your tits were hanging out in full view. He went to grip the back of your head, becoming in control of your movements, but he didn't go to deep.

"What do you think our parents would think, hm?" He asked. You just didn't want to think about it. "Plastered on the ground for me so prettily," he says smirking. "Sucking off her brother's cock? God. Fuck," he says breathily, pulling out of your mouth. Your saliva dripped off of his throbbing length.

"Bet they're so proud," he teases, laying out on the couch and putting you on top of him, pulling off your spandex in the process. He reaches down for his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He teases around the sticky area, rubbing his tip all over your folds. "So wet," he whispers to himself.

"Ethan, please," you cry out, pussy aching. "Yeah? Want your brother to fuck you senseless?" He asks and you respond with a pleading nod.

He slides himself in your tight cunt. "Jesus christ," he groans, holding you in place by the hips as he thrusts up into you. Your legs shake and you moan high pitched and pathetically. "So fucking tight. Guess your boyfriend hasn't been stretching you out, huh?" He asks through gritted teeth, closing his eyes whenever he lets out a groan. "Whenever he fucks you again, he's not gonna find any pleasure in it cause i'm gonna leave you so loose," he says, gloating at his size.

"No, no one after this, just you," you whine as tears well in your eyes. "That so, baby? That works, we just gotta sneak better around our parents now. I'm gonna be fucking this pussy every fucking date night." Your walls clench around him, only making him go harder.

He lets go of you and you fall on top of him and whimper. "Fuck yourself on me baby, c'mon." You start riding him impatiently, needing desperately a release. He reaches for your jaw to pull you down into a hard kiss, teeth colliding. "Riding me so good- shit, yeah?" He says into the kiss. You moan into his mouth whenever your clit comes in contact with his groin, only adding more friction.

"You're mine now, yeah? Mine to use whenever I please?" He asks. "Mhm! Yes Ethan oh my god i'm yours," you scream out before you cum over his cock. A trickle of your warm cum coats his cock as you stop your movements in recovery. He gets a hold of your waist once more and thrusts a couple more times, just to get himself over the edge. With a final thrust he buries himself inside, thick cum painting your inner walls. The two of you lay together, huffing, covered in sweat. "All yours, Ethan." You whisper.

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hijackalx · 4 months

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I need a breeding fic with Gortash. like him putting you in a mating press and just saying nasty shit like "give me a baby boy" or "your ganna have so many of my fucking babies" holy shit I'm ganna faint he's so mmfg

I WANTED TO WRITE THIS FOR U BUT IT TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY 😭😭💗 also i hope u like spit cuz i saw the opportunity and took it SORRYYYY 😹😹

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

UNDER THE CUT: AFAB!reader, breeding kink, spit, mating press position, some degradation and praise, dom!gortash, you’re basically his baby-making machine, he refers to reader as ‘woman’ and ‘girl’

Gortash doesn't do anything without planning first. He's always a step ahead; he knows what the future holds because he decides it.

And sometimes you wonder where you belong in his grand scheme. What does he have in store for you? All of his meddling behind the scenes— he’s a puppet master, playing your unsuspecting figure by the strings of his jeweled fingers.

It would be sensible to ask, but like a true visionary, he isn’t keen on being questioned. He'll blow you off as sweetly as he can, cradling your face and assuring you that you needn’t worry about such things. Despite his facade, you can tell it bothers him; you can see the irritation behind his gaze.

You'll admit, it can be a little intimidating being with someone like him, simply because you never know just how much of your relationship he's manipulated and plotted into fruition. You're stumbling around in the dark, clinging to his wrist for stability while forgetting that he blindfolded you in the first place.

When the next stepping stone of his intricate plan is revealed, you feel it's all too obvious. You realize the crucial part you play, and how integral it was that he didn't scare you off. No doubt you were plucked from a plethora of suitors, carefully considered for your purpose. You think you should feel flattered.

You lay on the silk sheets of his bed, spread open and waiting. Your bare skin is soft and scented, a flame spreading over the surface as you watch him approach. He crawls over top of you, the mattress giving with each movement. You swallow at his looming presence, how he locks you between his strong arms.

Thumb coming up to tease your bottom lip, he leaves a lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"I'm going to make you the most valuable woman in Faerûn." He smiles before rocking back on his knees. Another kiss is left on your ankle as he props your legs against his broad shoulders. "Isn't that right?"

His features are gentle but his eyes are dark— intense. You can tell this is something he's been waiting for, something he's been heavily anticipating. You wonder how you were never able to pick up on his faltering restraint before; he looks like he's wound as tightly as he can be.

His tip plays at your entrance, smearing precum against your heat. You throb, aching for him, but you can tell by his smirk and the slight tilt to his head that he's waiting for a response.

You nod readily. With that, he angles and inserts himself into you. Gasping, your fingers bunch up the fabric beneath you as he stretches you out inch by inch. "Gods..." you mutter at the feeling of his cock slipping past your walls.

You stare at his face while he watches how your pussy strains around him, admiring how his thick, black hair hangs from his forehead, how the corners of his sloped nose crinkle slightly; the concentrated furrow to his brow, and the small parting to his lips. You did get lucky, didn't you?

Out of all the men who'd want you to carry their child, you were picked by him; a powerful man, body and mind, who is certain to pass on his traits through you.

You struggle to take him in further, the width near his base stretching your opening uncomfortably. Without hesitation, he cups his hands under your knees and pushes them to your chest, resting his weight onto you. He manipulates your figure on instinct— as if it's his, as if he owns you.

Your body is forcibly spread deeper, allowing him to sink into you the rest of the way. The new position almost takes the breath out of you, eliciting a surprised whimper from your lips.

He sighs contently as he fills you fully, the warmth of your needy pussy engulfing his cock. He finally starts to move his hips, rocking you on the mattress as your wet cunt squelches around him.

You gaze up at him through your knees, watching his lip curl at how tightly you grip him. "Fuck," he hisses. "You're perfect. Fucking perfect," he almost seems to be muttering to himself, his eyes unable to break away from where you two meet between your thighs.

He picks up the pace, his heavy balls hitting you with every thrust. You leave behind bits of your essence in his hair, the slick coating his ebony strands.

His hand releases one of your legs to snatch you by your jaw. The aggression catches you off guard, and for a moment you wonder if you've upset him. Under lowered brows, he grins.

"You're going to be my personal little broodmare," he laughs breathily before interrupting himself with a grunt. "And you'll give me as many baby boys as I want— won't you, sweet girl?"

His fingertips leave indents in your skin, and he appears too distracted by pleasure to know how rough he's being. Still, you don't mind— men with gentle hands don't sit on thrones. "M-mhm," you do your best to respond under his hold.

He slips his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. He coerces your mouth open until it's fully extended, staring down at you.

"Yeah? You like the way that sounds?"

His nail digs deeper into your tongue with every second you take to answer, his expression bordering on wicked. Unable to speak, you nod vigorously.

The corner of his mouth pulls upward, his brows lifting briefly. "I thought you might," he says before leaning over you, encasing your body in his shadow. Without warning, a quick wad of spit comes flying out onto your tongue. "Whore."

The warm substance lands and spreads over your tastebuds. Only after he admires how it looks in your mouth does he release you. He stares down at you expectantly, so you hold his gaze and swallow.

As he watches your throat bob, you feel his cock twitch inside you, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

Your body writhes with want beneath him, with need. You feel the way your cunt repeatedly tightens around him, trying to draw out his orgasm.

He can feel it too, and you know he won't last much longer. Soon he'll be filling you full of his cum— again, and again, and again— ensuring that, without a doubt, you'll be pregnant. You'll carry his heirs, securing his rulership with his bloodline.

You never saw yourself as mere breeding stock before. And you most certainly never saw yourself enjoying the thought of it. It sends a surge of heat through your body, a tremble through your limbs. You yearn to be of use to him— to his success.

"P-please," you stutter, gripping his bicep tightly. "Come inside of me. I need you to come, please—" Your words come out quickly and almost incoherent, stumbling over your own burning desire. You need to feel his thick, white seed lacing your walls.

He almost coos at how ready you are for him. "Fuck, I love hearing you talk like that."

His hand slips down the back of your thigh so that his thumb can toy with your clit. His touch isn't the softest, and it makes your sensitive body jolt with every rub. Still, the timing of it has you questioning if he's rewarding you for your begging. You wouldn't put it past him to condition you that way, so that your cunt's always desperate to be filled.

He places his hands on either side of your head, hooking your legs over his elbows. His face is now inches from yours, and you can see the lustful haze over his stare. It's dark, almost wolfish, but it only excites you.

You're so ready for him to finish, just so he can do this all over again.

You wrap your arms over his muscular shoulders, holding onto him while he fucks you. Your body is at his mercy in your vulnerable position, completely pliant to his every whim. You almost shiver at the thought— not from unease, but arousal. Your eyes flutter shut.

The bed creaks with his tempo, mirroring the needy movement of his hips. His breathing is uneven and wavering by your ear, accompanied by the occasional grunt or moan. The sounds of his pleasure send a wave of excitement through you, and you can tell by the rapid snaps of his pelvis that he's close.

Your voice evolves into whimpers as you feel his orgasm approaching, anticipating being filled with a steady stream of cum. With a hiss through gritted teeth, he slams into you hard, pumping white ropes into your cunt. You rhythmically tighten around him, milking him for every last drop.

The feeling of him filling you up makes your limbs buzz with exhilaration, and the knot in your core finally snaps. You tear and claw at his back while he ungracefully rides out his own orgasm, pushing his seed into you further and further.

After his final sloppy thrusts, his body stills. He rests above you, the arms supporting him tense and slightly weary. His breaths fan your cheek, warm and ragged, indicative of his high. You would almost think he was spent, if it weren’t for the fact that he still hasn’t pulled out of you.

You focus on the way his cum settles inside you, threatening to leak. It’s so much— you find it hard to imagine fitting more. Still, he smiles down at you with an endearing obstinance that says he’ll find a way.

You realize you’re in for a long night.

#enver gortash #bg3 #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash x tav #gortash x reader #oneshot #asks

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Dark! Arkham Knight! Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

a/n: Ive finally created a way to do personal work and requests at the same time!! My hiatus is over as now I’m going to be pumping works out more often!!

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, creampies, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, stalking, Cocky Mista Todd

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

🐉

Something wasn't right.

The Arkham Knight had been chasing you for what seemed like ages. He was so determined to get you, and you had no clue why. You should’ve known to leave whenever you were told to, but you had to be stupid and missed the buses. If only you learned from your mistakes, you wouldn't be where you are now, cornered in an alleyway with this militarized robot on your tail.

He seemed closer than ever now, finally in view. The only source of light being his helmet. He stopped his chase and slowed down to a slow walk, the sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. A taunt nonetheless. You backed closer into the wall trying to disappear. His steps stopped, and leather touched your face forcing your head up. You still kept your eyes shut, not wanting to face the man who's been hunting you for game.

"Look at how scared you are… You scared I'm gonna hurt you?" His robotic voice echoed in your ear. All you could do is nod. "Now why would you think that?" His gloved hand trailed lower, fingers grazing your collarbone. One dug its way in, feeling your bone, as if some kind of awkward massage.

“Please, dont hurt me…” You begged out, finally opening your eyes to look at just how close he was to you. The automated voice within his headpiece, his heavy breathing echoing all around you. Just another way his mere presence taunted you.

“Scarecrow certainly was right, you're one of the pretty ones, it's sad that all that is going to waste. Just for a pitiful job.” That's when you felt it, the barrel of a gun right in your abdomen. The metal was cold, yet stung.

You were going to die here, and no one would even recall or remember you.

He seemed hesitant, to say he's killed people all night. You couldn't comprehend it, why isn't he getting it over with?

“I don't have to kill you though, now do I? Scarecrow just wants you gone, he never said ``indefinitely dead.” He looked off to the side as if he was weighing his options. “ We can't have anything happen to the cloudburst tonight, and you're one of the few people who worked on it.” His gun slowly moved away, the sting of the cold metal disappearing.

“You're not going to kill me…?”

“Nope, it seems as if you've gotten the better of me. However, I do want to have a bit of fun first.”

He pushed you further into the wall, your flimsy clothes getting torn off in the process. He was trying to get everything off as quickly as possible.

You cried out as he popped off your bra, your chest flying out. He pinched at them laughing when you squealed out.

He pulled down his military pants along with his boxers, cock popping out. He was leaking pre. “This is what a night of stress and muder does to you. And just the sight of you has me like this, now go ahead and touch it.” You shook your head as he finally let go of you.

“N-NO I don't want to.” You choked on your own tears.

“You don't want to?! Oh sweetheart you just don't know do you?”

The Knight grabbed at your hair and banged your head against the wall. You screamed out in pain collapsing to the ground, head in hands. You touched your head, the tips of your fingers coming back red. It wasn't anything life threatening but was still there

“I when I tell you to d something, you better fucking do it! You hear me!?!” He growled at you hysterically.

“Yes! Yes…” You cried out. He laughed at you stroking his cock, precum leaking on your bruised body.

“This is just turning me on even more! Now sweetheart, get back to it.” You reluctantly grabbed at his girth stroking him, his juices coating your fingers. He groaned out, helmet glowing in the night. His hand fell on top of your own speeding up your pace

“That's it, get it all nice and wet. In a minute this is going straight inside those sweet little guts of yours, I hope you're not a virgin… who am I kidding if I just happen to take that too and kill Batman, god this would be the most awesome night don't cha think?” You kept silent, tears falling down your face even more.

He was right.

You were a virgin.

The Knight grabbed you by your hair once again and pulled you back up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. “And would you look at that, you're already dripping!” he dug his fingers inside you, scooping out your juices. He then smeared them all over your face, a mixture of cum and tears painting you.

“I don't think you’d mind it if I Slipped in real quick?” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the head in between your folds. The noise it made disgusted you, why were you so aroused with how he was treating you? Are you the monster here?

He bottomed out inside you, your head falling back in a breathy gasp. He was huge, and you could feel him splitting you apart.

But he didnt care.

He instantly got to work bouncing you on his cock, nothing else mattering. His gloves holding you closer to him by your back. Your walls clamped down on him in a instant, The Knight let out a breathy moan pushing you into the wall in a sex filled frenzy.

It was almost passionate if he didn't beat you up beforehand,breaking your walls down where you would be susceptible to him.

“Shit I’m about to cum so deep inside those guts, fucking-”He paused chasing his high before stopping and you knew instantly what happened as a new found warmth filled you. You fell slumped against his shoulder. “Look at that, just bred you baby…”

“No… I dont… I cant-” He shushed you quickly,hitting a button on the side of his mask. It came up in a set of gears and mechanics. He leaned in kissing you passionately.

“Shit, I’m going to have to keep you for sure… You cant be running around while I kill that freak of nature huh?”

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sunshineshobi18 · 1 year

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You Don't Look At Me (prologue)

words: 3.9k pairing: Joel x female!OC, Tess x female!OC, Tess x Joel cw: weapons, mention of death, strong language, injury, honestly it's all pretty mild, spoilers for ep 2? summary: During one of their runs Joel and Tess find a little thief snooping around their stuff, they didn't realise how completely their lives would change with the new addition to their "family"

note: I got some requests to do a part 2 to the other fic, but before I do that (which I am planning to do, but I'm not promising anything) I just wanted to write about how Lori met Joel and Tess and why Joel acts the way he does around her.

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“Goddamnit, Tess.”

Tess turned around and chuckled, watching Joel crouched over with sweat beating down his face. His chest rose and fell rather rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. “As long as you don’t get bit, old man.”

“You’re proud of that one, huh?” Joel asked straightening back up. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched Tess turn away from him with a smile of her own on her face. She went back to scanning their surroundings, making sure they had gotten rid of all the infected that had spotted them. “I think we’re in the clear,” he added after a quick scan of his own—making sure he looked over all the places Tess wasn’t watching.

“Seems like it—”

“Hey!” Joel yelled, causing Tess to be alert. Just over Tess’ shoulder, Joel watched as someone was rummaging through their backpacks that were abandoned on the ground for a while as they fought the infected. “Get away from our stuff!” he demanded before watching the small figure run into the building near them.

With just a shared look, Tess and Joel grabbed their stuff and ran into the house—no words exchanged. They both had their guns at the ready in case someone or something wanted to come for them.

The lingering sound of a door being closed echoed from the top floor down to the entrance Joel and Tess found themselves. Joel had just caught a glimpse of the thief’s shadow on the wall, directing him where to go. Slowly making his way up the stairs, he glanced over his shoulder telling Tess to stay as quiet as possible. With a nod from the woman, they continued towards the door that Joel thought the person entered. “I’ll go in first,” he mouthed. “Cover me.” Tess nodded, pointing her gun down the hallway to make sure no one was going to sneak up on them.

Joel tried to open the door softly, but with even the softest push, the door swung open. He held his gun up, barely scanning the room when he found his thief in the corner of the room.

She was just a little girl, eyes wide and fixated on his every move, yet her small hands still moved the food she had stolen from the duo towards her mouth. She quickly took a bite, not breaking eye contact with the tall man in front of her. She must be scared Joel thought, but he couldn’t help but realise she did a good job at hiding it.

“Hey,” Joel spoke in an exhale and steadily lowered his gun. “You hungry?” The girl only nodded with rigid motions and watched as Joel started moving towards her.

“Don’t!” His voice jumped in volume as he watched the girl reach out for a gun that laid on the floor just out of arm reach. With swift movements, Joel placed his foot on the weapon and kicked it back, behind him. The little girl cowered further into the corner of the room, making Joel sigh. “If you need food, I can give you some. There’s more where that came from.”

Before the girl could even react, Tess walked into the room. “There’s no one in the build— Who’s this?” Once Tess spotted the girl, her voice softened from confusion. She hadn’t expected a little girl all on her own.

“Our thief,” Joel chuckled, but quickly straightened his face when Tess inspected the girl with serious eyes. “She seemed to be hungry—”

“Where are your parents?” Tess asked, interrupting Joel. Tess’ voice wasn’t per se kind, but it was less rough then when she spoke to other adults. That much Joel could notice.

The girl didn’t answer, but her eyes moved to the other corner of the room. Joel and Tess followed the girl’s gaze until they noticed a built in closet. One of the doors was partly open and both of them could see the grimey, greyed flesh of two left arms hanging out the closet. A collective gasp left the two adults as their eyes turned to the little girl.

“What’s your name?” Joel asked, trying to ignore the presence of two dead bodies in the same room as him. He had seen and experienced worse, but imagining what the whole story must’ve been was something he didn’t want to think about.

“Mommy told me never to tell my name to strangers.” It was the first time the girl spoke and probably had spoken in a while. Her voice was hoarse to the point it sounded painful.

“Your mom is a very smart woman,” Tess said with a soft voice, trying not to scare the girl.

Joel crouched down to eye level with the girl and nodded to her as if coaxing her to look at him. “We can take you with us—”

“Joel,” Tess called in a scolding manner. He looked up to her to find her motioning him to follow her with her head. Joel smiled stiffly at the girl, before following Tess outside the room. “Are you insane, Joel? We can’t fucking take her! She’ll die out there.”

“She’ll die in here, Tess,” Joel retaliated firmly. His voice was unwavering just as were his eyes. “Look,” he began, letting her know he was about to reason with her. “We’ll take her back to the QZ. We find her a place she can stay—”

“We can’t just prance through the front gate of the QZ with a little girl. They’ll kill her on sight and us, because we shouldn’t be out here in the first place! I would rather have her die here with her family than have her killed under our responsibility.”

“I think it’s too late for that already. She’s been here for a while.” Joel raised his brows as if telling her “you know this too”, making Tess sigh in response and throw her head back. “Those bodies aren’t just a day old and I don’t want to open that closet, but I know that those people turned before she had to kill them.”

Tess looked back at Joel, her brows turned into a frown. “Since when did you start being a father again?”

“That is not what this is,” Joel clarified. Something in his tone telling Tess to bring up such things again. “I know you don’t want to leave this girl here alone either.”

“What if she’s infected?”

“You’ll check her over and if she’s okay we’ll take her to the QZ.”

“Okay and what after we get back in? She won’t be there officially. Legally. If they find her, she’ll be dead.”

“You know people. With your connections—”

“Joel.” Once again, Tess spoke with a tone to warn him about continuing to talk.

“Tess,” Joel called her, mimicking her tone. He moved closer ever so slightly and placed his hand on her forearm. His grip was soft, barely there and he looked at her with soft eyes. “I know you can do this. We can’t leave her here.”

Tess pressed her eyes closed as if she needed a second to wrap her mind around what had just happened and how this would affect them. Joel removed his arm from hers and took a step back, watching her contemplate everything they had done up until now. Joel knew what they were about to do wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t leave the girl on her own after knowing she was starving and had spent several days locked up in a room with her dead parents.

By the time Joel had come to terms with the situation himself, he found that Tess had already joined the little girl back in the room.

“Lori.” Joel had missed the conversation that happened before this, but realised that they had just learned the name of the small girl.

“Do you know how old you are?”

“Seven.” Tess smiled and nodded at the girl, but Joel could easily tell she was trying to hide her surprise and frankly horror at finding out the girl’s age.

Seven and already had to kill her family. Joel wished Lori’s parents were horrible people. That forcing a child to kill her parents wasn’t for nothing—beside the obvious reason for them being infected.

“And you’re sure you don’t have any bites on you?” Tess asked whilst double checking the girl’s limbs. Lori nodded with wide eyes as she watched the tall woman. There was something akin to wonder in her eyes. She didn’t seem scared at all. “Do you want to come with me and Joel? I promise you, where we’re going, there is more food.” Tess smiled sadly as her words seemed to peak Lori’s interest. “It’s not much, but it’s more than you can find here.”

Lori stood up with the help of Tess, holding the tiny bit of beef jerky she had stolen tightly in her fist. They started moving towards the door where Joel stood waiting on them, when Lori stopped and stared at the closet. “What about my mommy and daddy?”

Joel and Tess had never found each other's gazes so quickly then when Lori uttered those words. “Well,” Tess began as she must’ve realised Joel didn’t know what to say in such situations. “They’re at peace here. Together. I’m sure they would love for you to go somewhere safe.”

Lori nodded hesitantly before turning sharply at Joel. Without a second glance, the little girl walked out the room and down the stairs with the two adults following her in silence.

It was crazy to Joel, how this little girl was able to cope with the world crumbling apart around her. Maybe it was because she didn’t know any better. Because the worst had already happened to her. It couldn’t be real to see a seven year old laugh and joke around with a woman 4-5 times her age after having been found only 3 hours before stealing food to survive and sitting in a room where she had killed her infected parents.

An amused chuckle coming from Tess, took Joel out of his trance. “I’m not supposed to like you, kid.” Joel watched as Lori’s brows turned down in confusion.

“Why not?”

Tess gave the girl a pat on her back, closing the bottle of water she had shared with her. “Because we’ll probably not see each other much when you get to the people who’ll take care of you.”

If it was possible, Lori’s frown would become more pronounced. It was as if the way those words left Tess’ mouth so easily affected the girl. She eyed Tess before glancing at Joel for a second and then refocused her gaze on Tess. “Am I not staying with you two?”

“Well, me and Joel aren’t home a lot. We have to work and aren’t always in the QZ. It’ll be hard to take care of you when we’re not home that often.”

“Oh,” Lori said softly. She looked down in her lap before nodding. “Will you at least come see me when you aren’t working?”

Tess smiled and patted the girl’s back again. “Of course.”

“Fucking—” Tess ducked her head to the side as the impact of the shot reverbrated from her left side. She looked up with a scowl, watching Lori walk up to her with a grin. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Lori holstered her gun before crouching down. She tore a piece of fabric from a dirty shirt she found laying around and wound it around Tess’ leg. While securing the fabric Lori glanced to Tess’ left side, just behind her on the floor. “I've got a pretty good aim,” she chuckled and focussed on finishing up the makeshift bandage around the older woman’s thigh. Tess looked behind her to see a clicker on the floor. Bullet hole right between where its eyes should be.

“Don’t get cocky on me now,” Tess warned the girl, trying not to show her a smile. Lori saw through her though, she always did.

Some shuffling sounded from behind the two as Lori pulled Tess back on her feet. “Are you done with your girl talk? We need to hurry up before it gets too dark.”

Lori looked back at Tess with an amused smirk. The older of the two hadn’t caught the smirk yet, until Lori spoke, “what a buzzkill.” Tess hit the younger girl on her shoulder, but tried to stifle her laugh as she watched Joel mumble under his breath.

“Don’t get on his bad side now,” Tess warned, limping slightly behind the two. The cut in her leg wasn’t too deep, yet it still stung. She had gone through worse, though.

“I think I already am,” Lori joked as she wrapped herself around Joel’s arm. “He doesn’t like me very much.”

“I’m sure that’s not true—”

“She’s right,” Joel interrupted Tess and shrugged the girl off his arm. Lori just laughed, leaving Joel to roll his eyes.

“Didn’t you see, though? I shot that clicker and saved Tess’ life!”

“Still don’t know why we gave you a gun,” Joel muttered.

“What? I just said I saved her life!”

Tess rolled her eyes, skipping a little to get between the two. She looked at the young girl before mouthing, “leave it.”

Lori rolled her eyes and this time Tess could tell the girl’s mood dropped. “I’m just letting you know you owe me.”

“I know I do,” Tess said to try and lighten the mood, but from that point on Lori—and Joel—stayed silent.

They arrived at Joel’s apartment in the QZ a few hours later. Joel crashed onto the couch while Lori sat down at the small kitchen table that was so wobbly, it got everyone wondering when it would break apart. The girl laid her head down on the table, closing her eyes as if she would fall asleep there.

“Kiddo,” Tess called out for Lori, who only hummed in response. “You said I owed you right?” Lori squinted her eyes questioningly at Tess before realising what she was holding in her hand.

“Wow! Where did you find this?” Lori took the book of sudokus from Tess and Tess could see the glimmers of excitement light up Lori’s eyes.

“Found it in that house where you saved me from that clicker. It’s partly filled in, but I’m sure there’s plenty you can still do.” Tess leaned in closer, pointing at something on the cover. “It says advanced, as well. I’m sure these will keep you occupied for a couple of weeks.”

“A couple of days maybe,” Lori muttered, but she was still happy beyond belief. “Thank you Tess!” The girl jumped up from her seat and launched herself onto Tess. The latter chuckled awkwardly, but let Lori hug her.

Tess found out rather quickly after they found Lori and took her to the QZ that the girl was really smart. Besides already being fairly mature for her age, the girl seemed to be a real problem solver—literally. The second she learned how sudokus were solved—she learned this from one of the men that worked for Tess—Lori would spend every minute she could solving them. As she got older, she did them less often. Not only were the books a rare thing to find, but she had also gotten so good at them that she would finish the easy ones within only a minute or two.

“What’s so fun about those little number games anyway?” Tess and Lori turned their heads to Joel, who had uttered the question with annoyance in his tone.

“I’m not surprised you don’t know that it’s called a sudoku, which isn’t a game,” Lori answered through gritted teeth. Joel just rolled his eyes and got more comfortable on the couch. “They’re puzzles,” the young girl added, “and you’re probably too stupid to solve them.”

“Lori!” Tess gasped before she watched Joel swing his legs down the couch and glower at the teen.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understood?” Joel’s voice was low and steady. It would make anyone cower, but Lori didn’t even flinch. She returned Joel’s scowl and for the first time Tess felt nervous seeing the two act the way they did.

“No,” Lori answered unwavering which caused Joel to boil over and stand up, anger clearly consuming his figure.

Tess quickly jumped between the two, pushing herself back into Joel so he couldn’t get closer to Lori. She knew Joel wouldn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what else he would do and she wasn’t about to find out. “Okay, you two can stop this,” Tess told them with a nervous quiver in her voice. She wasn’t afraid of Joel, nor was she afraid of the young girl she had been taking care of for multiple years, but it was the foreign situation that was unfolding that caught her slipping from her usual collected demeanour. “I don’t know why you are so hostile towards each other today, but let’s just stop this now.”

Lori grabbed her puzzle book from the table, stuffed it in her bag and pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “He fucking started it,” she mumbled, holding Joel’s stare.

“Let’s not handle this like children—”

“I am a kid, Tess!” The older of the two women watched as Lori’s eyes shifted to Joel. She could tell Lori was biting back her words before she looked back at Tess. The look in the girl’s eyes told Tess she felt betrayed that she, Tess, was taking Joel’s side and Tess wanted nothing more than to assure the girl that that wasn’t the case, but Lori spoke before she could say anything, “I’m heading home.”

Without another word, Lori turned around and disappeared behind the front door of Joel’s apartment, likely going back to Tess’ place. Tess sighed in disappointment before turning around to face Joel. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Joel mumbled something under his breath before laying back down on the couch.

“I know Lori isn’t your daughter. I know she isn’t Sarah—”

“Don’t bring her up,” Joel warned, opening his left eye to glare at Tess.

“Lori isn’t your kid, but she’s still a kid and that gives you no reason to treat her like shit.” Tess’ voice was full of disappointment and somewhere beneath the worry she carried for Lori and her relationship with Joel, there was anger. Anger towards the stupidity of it all. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this. I just don’t get it.”

Joel sighed and sat up on the couch, leaving room for Tess to sit down next to him if she pleased. “Seven years ago we said we’d bring Lori to a family who would take care of her. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want a 14 year old following us around with a gun and making our jobs 10 times harder.”

Tess frowned at the nonsense Joel was spitting. “What the fuck are you even saying? Seven years ago you insisted on bringing Lori here. You gave me no way out and I did everything I could to give her a family, but it didn’t work out. Now she’s my family and I’m getting a little pissed off with how you are treating her.”

“Next time, let’s leave her in the QZ when we go out, she’s a danger to us,” Joel said as if trying to change the subject. Tess, however, noticed Joel’s gaze lower to the bloody bandage around her leg and it was like a lightbulb turned on inside her head.

“This?” she asked incredulously, motioning at her leg. “The kid fucking saved me, Joel! If it weren’t for her, that clicker would’ve gotten to me.”

Joel jumped up from his seat and moved close to Tess. “What if she missed? What if she shot you instead? I should have saved you! I am the one that should keep you safe!” he yelled, emphasising the I’s by pointing at his chest.

Before Joel could register the sting on the side of his face, Tess was already storming out of his apartment. “You selfish bastard,” she muttered as she gathered her stuff. “Lori and I don’t need you. It’s you who needs us and you fucking know it. So get a grip.” The door shut with a loud bang.

“Huh—”

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s just me,” Tess whispered as she climbed into bed with Lori. She softly tucked Lori’s long locks of hair behind her ear and felt her heart break when she saw her tear stained cheeks. “You can go back to sleep,” she told the girl, who immediately buried her face underneath her chin.

The two usually never were this touchy. It only happened once before that they hugged like this. It was a day that Tess promised never to talk about again, knowing how much it affected Lori. If it were for Lori, however, they would be closer, physically and emotionally. Tess just didn’t want to get too attached—it was already too late for that. The thought in the back of her mind lingering. Wondering how many days they would be able to spend together in this hellish world. Even though they spent seven whole years together, Tess was still worried she might lose Lori or Lori might lose her. If anything happened she would like it to be the latter of the two options.

“I didn’t know what I did for him to hate me.”

“You didn’t do anything—”

“Clearly I did.”

Tess sighed, pulling the girl closer. “Joel doesn’t hate you,” she said, trying to comfort her in a soft voice. She chuckled a little as she said, “he’s just being a bit of a dick.”

“That’s an understatement,” Lori mumbled into Tess’ shirt, causing the older woman to laugh warmly. “It’s just that I see all these families in the QZ and outside that, despite everything, care for each other and then I look at my d— Joel and,” Lori started to stumble over her words and Tess could feel her face heating up against the skin of her neck. “He— My real father is dead, I don’t mean— Joel… I just want him to not hate me. I—”

Tess waited for Lori to continue, but she stopped talking completely. With a sad smile, not visible to Lori, Tess stroked the girl’s hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know he’ll come around—”

“Let’s just sleep.”

A sigh escaped Tess’ lips and she nodded. “Goodnight, love.”

As Lori slept in Tess’ arms, Tess thought about all the things she wanted to yell at Joel for. Her mind kept wandering back to the last words she yelled at Joel. “Lori and I don’t need you,” she remembered herself telling him. And it was true. But she also realised that Lori just wanted him. Moreover, she wanted Joel to want her. She wanted to be someone special in his life with the false hope he had given her when he insisted on bringing her to the QZ.

When Tess and Joel had found Lori, alone in that house, it was the first and last time both Tess and Lori had seen the fear, the love and the care of a father in Joel’s eyes. And that would continue to be true for Tess, because she wouldn’t be alive to see that shift again when Ellie—the girl she’d still be able to meet before her death—would start to mean something to Joel. Tess also wouldn’t be alive to see the betrayal and torment that would cause Lori.

Because all that Lori would ever want is for Joel to care.

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1 | Vdekja

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

"Y/N, I'm scared," your little sitter whispers to you as she clings onto your arm. The two of you and your younger brother sit in a small crate, listening to the sounds of screams and moans echo through the night.

"I know," you tell her, "I am too. But you can't cry." You put a finger to your lips to emphasize your point, looking at her tear-filled eyes. "Just look at Inosuke. Look at how brave he's being," you then say as you look at your brother who is sitting in the corner of the crate, his knees pulled up to his chest.

She nods, wiping her tears.

Suddenly, a loud shriek rings in your ears and the sound of something being dragged away follows. She begins to sniffle again and you have to shush her once more. "Hey, hey, look at me," you tell her. "Everything will be okay. Just trust me, alright?"

"B-but we're going to all get separated!" she exclaims.

You're about to tell her that's not true when the door to your crate suddenly slams open and a pair of hands reach in and grab you by the hair. You're pulled out and meet face-to-face with a blond man with the wildest eyes you've ever seen before. You're pretty sure they look like rainbows, but you're probably just seeing things.

He pulls you to your feet and pushes you against the outside of the crate. He then stares at you in what you can only describe as hatred and anger.

But when he speaks, you hear the complete opposite, and it makes your head spin even faster. "Who are you?" he asks softly.

"Y/N, sir," you answer.

"What are you doing here?" he then asks.

"M-my family got evicted from where we were staying and we had no choice but to go out on the streets. We've been there for almost a week, and then some people came and grabbed us," you explain, hoping that he'll understand why you're in the situation you're in. Maybe he's not as bad as you thought.

"And your parents?" he questions, leaning so close to you that you can see your reflection in his eyes.

"They're...they're dead," you whisper.

He pauses and looks back to the crate. "You have two little ones with you, too? Such a good big sister you are," he says.

Your face begins to heat up. "It's my duty as an older sibling."

"I understand," he sighs, taking a step back. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You don't have to be so afraid. In fact, I am going to take all three of you with me. Does that sound okay?"

You nod slowly, your hands shaking. You don't have any reason to doubt him, so you'll just trust him. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," he tells you, grabbing your hand and dragging you along. "Come along, now."

"But...what about them?" you ask.

"Don't worry, they're coming with us," he reassures. "Come on, now you two! Hurry up or you'll get left behind!"

As the two of you walk away, your little brother and his sitter crawl out of the crate and follow behind the two of you. The four of you then make your way into a car, and as soon as you're all inside, the driver takes off.

"So," the man starts, "where do you live?"

"Nowhere," your brother scoffs quietly, earning a nudge in the arm from you.

"What my brother means to say is that we were living in an abandoned building. It's gone now, though," you explain, hoping that the man won't question any further.

"How tragic," he mutters. "And your parents? When did they die?"

"A long time ago," you answer as you look down at your little sister. "Right after my sister was born. There was an attack. Both of our parents died and we were sent to an orphanage. Until they kicked us out because of my age."

The man nods, "I understand. You're an adult now, so you're no longer a child."

"But Y/N is my sister," your little sister cries. "You can't just sell her off like that!"

The man laughs softly and leans forward to pat your little sister on her head. "Don't worry, dear, that's not what I intend on doing."

"I-it's not?" she questions.

"Of course not," he smiles, and you can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable. "You three will be staying with me until further notice. I have a big home, too. It's called Eternal Paradise Faith."

"Woah," she gleams. "What's it like?"

"Well, it's a big building for people who have nowhere else to go," he tells her. "I'm the leader of it."

"So...we'll be working for you?" you ask.

"Only if you want to," he replies just as the car goes over a bump. Your stomach churns, and for a second you think you're going to be sick. "Do not worry, this is just a short ride. We're almost there."

Sure enough, you arrive at a large building shortly after. When you get inside, you are all given the same clothes and brought into separate rooms to sleep.

The rainbow-eyed man comes to check in on you that night with a plate of food. "I know you must be starving," he says as he sets the plate down next to you.

"I'm not very hungry," you mumble.

"You don't have to lie," he smiles, his hands in his pockets.

"I just want to see my siblings," you explain.

"And you will, after the three of you get a good night's sleep," he says, walking to the door. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Wait," you call out just as he reaches the door.

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Doma."

You pause for a moment. "Thank you, Doma."

"No need to thank me. You should be thanking the one who gave me this opportunity," he tells you before disappearing into the hall. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

That night, you struggle to sleep. Although the mattress you're on is extremely comfortable, your mind is racing and your stomach is twisting and turning. You can't imagine how your younger siblings are feeling. So, you decide to sneak out of your room and quietly sneak down the hallway to find them.

It doesn't take long until you hear the sounds of your little sister crying. You whisper her name and quietly step in her room. Immediately, she wraps her arms around you and begins to cry harder.

"It's okay," you soothe, hugging her tightly.

"I-I'm scared," she sniffles.

"Don't be. We're going to be alright," you tell her. "This is a good place for us to stay for now. It's like living with a rich person."

"But..." she hiccups, "will we still see each other?"

"Yes," you smile, remember that's what Doma promised you earlier. "After we get some rest."

"And what about Inosuke?" she then asks, referring to your brother.

"I'll check on him next," you promise. "I'll make sure both of you are alright."

"Okay," she smiles. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

"I don't think so," you shake your head apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"No, please, Y/N. You have to stay!" she shouts, grabbing tighter onto you.

"Let go! Stop being so loud. We're going to get in trouble!" you say.

"No we're not! No one is even out here," she says.

"Just let me go. I'll come back, I promise," you say, trying to remove her little hands but she continues to dig her nails into your arm so hard that you begin to bleed.

"Get off of me!" you yell.

"No!" she cries.

You sigh, "If you don't let me go, I won't come back!"

"I don't care!" she screams, letting you go and falling onto her bed.

Just then, you hear a rumbling noise grow closer and closer until the door flies open and Doma appears. He looks taller than he was before, taking up more space in the doorway than you remember. His multicolored eyes glow down at the two of you.

Instinctfully, you grab your sister tight just as Doma comes bounding closer, his face twisted and demonic. Your sister screams and Doma reaches for her. You try to shield her with your body, but you're thrown aside by his strength and land on the floor.

He grabs your sister by her ankles and drags her towards the door. She kicks and screams, begging for help, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Stop!" you shout as you stand back up. But before you can get close enough, he's holding her up in the air with one hand. You feel disoriented by the horrible sight before you. Your sister isn't just hanging upside down, her head is completely turned backwards and she is completely covered in her own blood.

"No!"

The Emptiness You Left

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grungekitty-77 · 6 months

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SRMTHFG! Trick or Treat Fic exchange!

@creepyclue @sweetcircuits

I'm not overly proud of this, but I was shaking off a lot of rust in writing for these characters again and my October was a cesspool of personal problems and drama

Without further self deprecation, here's your spooky Spova. (Fair warning: It turned into fluff. I don't know how it happened, but I guess I defaulted to my old style.)

Nova sighed and rubbed her arms. The only thing she hated more than fall, was the winter that came after. Every year she glared at the changing leaves.

She really didn’t understand why it appealed to so many people. She wanted to curl up and hibernate instead of going shopping.

It was cold. It was windy. It was wet.

And Sprx was jumping out from behind the corner with a jack-o-lantern on his head.

“BOO!” he shouted.

Nova just sighed.

“Sprx. Get the pumpkin off your head!” Nova scolded.

Sprx struggled for a moment before his head popped out. Then struggled to rub the pumpkin guts off his face and spit out seeds. Nova almost laughed at him, but decided she was too cold for humor,

“Come on, Nova! It’s Halloween! Where’s your holiday spirit!?” Sprx asked, once he got himself sorted.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“It’s frozen.” She said, exaggerating her shivering.

Sprx pouted. Then a smirk crossed his face.

“I know the cure to that!” he said.

“Soup?” Nova asked hopefully.

It was something she didn’t hate about the colder seasons.

Sprx shook his head.

“You just need a good scare!” Sprx said, waving his hands for emphasis.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“What!? It’s the whole point of Halloween!” Sprx.

At least he started walking again so they could finish their chore.

“Good luck.” Nova said “I don’t scare easy.”

Sprx just smirked wider.

“Was that a challenge?” he asked.

Nova didn’t dignify him with a response.

“How about a bet?” he asked “If I manage to scare you before Halloween then you have to do all my patrols for November!”

“And when you don’t, you have to drop everything to make soup whenever I ask until March.” Nova responded.

Why not? It wasn’t like Sprx was going to pull it off.

“You’re on!”

Nova will admit that her heart skipped a beat or two when she saw a roach in her cereal, but she didn’t react. It only took a second of thought to realize the thing wasn’t moving. It was probably fake, and probably Sprx’s. No one else had noticed the thing yet. So, Nova had an opportunity.

Feeling mischievous herself, Nova carefully picked the thing up without anyone seeing. (It was in fact, rubber) Then she carefully snuck it into Gibson’s bowl and went back to her breakfast.

Sprx was eyeing her with suspicion, but she just waited. He was clearly wondering if she had found the fake roach.

Gibson’s scream was glorious. He shrieked like a wild monkey and flung his bowl into the air. It sailed over the table and landed on Sprx’s head, drenching him in milk.

Sprx pushed the bowl off his eyes and glared at Nova. She just laughed.

Sprx’s plan to prime her with a horror movie was smart, albeit transparent.

Too bad it backfired.

Nova hadn’t been the only one to see the movie. When Otto used the bathroom before her, he turned on the light and saw the life sized sticker Sprx had put on the mirror.

He ran out screaming and crying. Nova gave Sprx a smug look when Otto clung to her and begged for her to deal with the ghost. Sprx had to apologize and assure Otto that the ghost girl hadn’t escaped the movie.

Luckily for Sprx, Chiro found it hilarious. Otherwise Antauri would’ve launched into a lecture.

Nova didn’t have any time to react to the formless that appeared in the hallway. Chiro was already launching into an attack by the time she noticed it.

Scraps of cardboard went flying and Nova could hear Sprx sighing.

“Keep trying! This is pretty funny.” Nova said.

Chiro finished dismantling the false alarm. Sprx started to stutter out an apology, but Chiro cut him off.

“It’s good to keep me on my toes. Now we know I’m ready if a formless ever does sneak in to the robot.” Chiro said, flashing a cheeky grin and a peace sign.

Sprx sighed in relief.

“But you’re going to get yourself in trouble eventually.” Chiro added “Just admit it! Nova is unscarable!”

The closer it got to Halloween, the more desperate Sprx’s attempts got. He didn’t even care about the bet anymore. It was a pride issue at this point.

He resorted to climbing into the air ducts, waiting for a quiet moment, then dropping down like a spider onto the table.

Antauri let out one very undignified scream.

Sprx didn’t end up saying anything in his defense, and no one asked him to. They were all too busy staring at Antauri and wondering if the high pitched shriek they had heard really did come from the deep voiced monkey.

Antauri didn’t even acknowledge the event. No one wanted to ask him about it. He’d probably deny it anyways.

Nova had taken to making sly comments about how much soup she was going to enjoy this winter. Sprx gave her an angry glare every time, but Nova just smiled. He had dug his own grave in this.

“You know, this has actually been fun. Watching you make an idiot of yourself trying to scare me. Congrats on making me actually excited for Halloween!” Nova said.

“I still have one more day.” Sprx said.

“And there’s nothing you can do that I won’t be ready for!” Nova assured him.

“Whatever. I’ll think of something.” Sprx said, walking towards his transport tube.

“Where are you going?” Nova asked.

“Patrol.” Sprx said.

“Oh, I bet you wish you had a whole month without that, don’t you?” she teased.

It was hard to tell through the red fur, but Nova knew Sprx was blushing.

An hour later and Sprx opened his comms link.

“Hey, Otto. I said I was sorry about the whole bathroom mirror thing.” Sprx said nervously.

“Um…. I know?” Otto responded.

“Right…. So…. you didn’t do anything to my fist rocket in revenge, right?” Sprx grunted.

“No.....?”

Now everyone was paying closer attention.

“Sprx, what’s going on?” Chiro asked.

“Brainstrain? I know you know better than to mess with a pilot’s ship, but did you-“

“You are correct. I do know better.” Gibson snapped.

Gibson may not have been as passionate as Sprx, but he was still a pilot. He knew which lines to never cross.

“Right. That’s fine. I may be having some issues with my steering right now, but I’ll figure it out.” Sprx said, some words coming out in forced huffs.

Nova’s heart started to beat faster. Surely this was another prank, right? Sprx was just making it up.

“Sprx. Exactly what problem are you having?” Antauri asked.

To any stranger he sounded calm, but Nova had known him long enough to recognize his distinctive worry.

“A problem I’m trying to focus on fixing instead of explaining!” Sprx said, starting to sound a little panicked himself.

Alarms started to sound from his side. Nova abandoned the idea that it was a prank and started to twist her own tail in fear.

“Where are you!? We’re on our way.” Gibson said.

“I’m about to be in the bay.” Sprx said, sounding downright terrified.

Nova’s stopped breathing. Sprx was about as good with water as she was with cold. There was a horrible, sickening, splash, and then Sprx’s comm link cut.

A panicked twenty minutes is all it took before Sprx was back in the robot medbay, shivering but alive. He only sustained minor injuries from the crash. They were quick to treat. Gibson was more worried about hypothermia than anything else.

Sprx threw a fit when Otto insisted on checking the ship without him.

“Sprx, you are still recovering. You’re in no condition to climb around a fist rocket engine!” Gibson argued, pushing Sprx down.

“It’s my ship! No one touches it without me watching!” Sprx said.

He continued to fight against Gibson until Nova looped her arms around him and yanked.

“Sit down you moron!” Nova snapped.

“I’ll be gentle, Sprx. I promise.” Otto said.

Gibson was rolling his eyes.

“If Chiro and I supervised him, would that help?” he asked.

“I don’t want more people touching my ship!” Sprx snapped.

Nova squeezed, and Sprx seemed to settle under the hug.

“Look, I get that it’s scary for your ship to malfunction like that, but you know Otto isn’t going to hurt it. We need to know what went wrong, and you need to rest!” she said.

Sprx finally slackened.

“Fine.” He said. “but be careful. She’s been through enough!”

“Of course.” Gibson said, escorting Otto out of Medbay.

He turned back in the doorway and glared.

“I expect you not to vacate that bed! Nova, please ensure that he remains under that heat lamp.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Nova said with a smile.

She liked the idea of being assigned to stay under a heater herself.

Gibson nodded and left.

Nova felt Sprx continue to shiver and pulled him close. He was still a little wet, so it wasn’t the most comfortable position. She didn’t say anything about it though. Sprx wasn’t in the mood to be teased.

She thought back to the terror she felt the moment he crashed. It wasn’t even a full hour ago, but it felt like a lifetime. She focused on every breath he took and resisted the urge to feel for a pulse.

“You scared me, you know.” She said.

“I what?” Sprx asked, craning his head around to look at her curiously.

“You scared me! I didn’t know if you were ok or not! I was worried I was going to lose you for a second there.” Nova said.

He tensed in her grip the second she said the word. She didn’t have to remind him of the significance.

“I’m sorry.” Sprx muttered.

Nova hugged him tighter.

“I’m just glad you’re ok.”

The stench of smug started to waft. Nova glanced suspiciously at Sprx.

“What?” she asked suspiciously.

Sprx broke into a large grin.

“I scared you.” He said.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. I guess I love you or something. Do you want a parade?”

He shook his head.

“Not a parade.” Sprx said.

Nova didn’t know if she wanted to keep playing this game. He was either flirting or leading up to a joke at her expense.

“Then what do you want?”

“I scared you!” Sprx repeated.

“And…?”

“Halloween is tomorrow.” Sprx said.

Nova waited for more information.

“That means I scared you before Halloween!”

It clicked.

“What- NO! No! That doesn’t count!” Nova yelled.

“I can’t hear you over the sound of my victory!” Sprx said.

Nova was gearing up to punch him across the room when he sneezed. After a moment of clear misery, Nova decided on a different comeback.

“Was it worth it?” she asked.

Sprx sniffled.

“No. I’m just taking the wins I have.”

“That so?” Nova said “I love you.”

Sprx hummed in content.

“But this did not convince me to like Halloween at all.” Nova added, remembering the original reason for the bet.

Sprx laughed.

“I said I was taking the wins I had!”

Nova held him tight. Feeling his warmth and beating heart.

“So am I.”

I hope you liked it! Happy late Halloween!

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watch the crows

a/n: this based on that one post where it tells that the number of crows can indicate something. so, I'm trying my hand at writing soap, so let me know how it feels. also it may not make sense in places, i wrote this in one night with a bit of editing.

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“remember y/n, watch the crows when you hear them calling. they are natures fortune tellers…people always say owls are the wise ones, but crows have always secretly been protecting people for millions of years..” your grandpa nudged your shoulder as the cold air nipped at your exposed nose. nodding his head in the direction of the birds, you saw seven crows sitting on the telephone lines. not directly together, but altogether, there were eleven when counted. looking at your grandpa, a puff of smoke left his mouth from the cigar in his hand.

the soft clank of his mug on the glass table sounded along with shuffling of winter clothes from him and you. burning your cheeks further into the raised collar of your puffer coat, glancing over at him, you saw as he watched the crows, unmoving when you turned to him.

“what do eleven crows mean, grandpa?” your voice softly carried out across the snowy plains as a deep chuckle left him. confused, you raised an eyebrow as you waited for his answer as burnt tobacco met your nose as the wind pushed the smoke towards you.

“uncertainty, little one. the most uncertain events will transpire soon.” a deep sigh left him as you turned back to the crows in time for the birds to take off from the telephone line. walking over to your grandpa, you took a seat next to him which led to him bringing you into his side to keep from the cold.

“is that why you have that crow tattoo, grandpa?” you whispered to him, almost scared of spooking away the crows if you spoke in your normal volume. your grandpa had shown younger photos of himself which allowed you to see that he had three crows in three stages of flight on his back. a hearty laugh left him as he rubbed your shoulder and a tight squeeze of a hug.

“aye, y/n. the day i asked your grandmother to marry me, i spotted three crows that morning on the way to pick the ring i had made for her…” he smiled down at you, life bright in his eyes with crows feet hugging the corners.

two nights from the day with your grandpa, you would get the news that he had been rushed to the hospital when he had a heart attack. your whole family would live on edge for a month as your grandpas health went up and down; he would pass away, peacefully in the middle of the night in november.

its a conscious habit now to watch phone lines, trees, buildings for any signs of birds when out on the field..this earned you your call sign, ‘Condor’, when you first joined the army. others saw how you watched birds and the name stuck, joking that you always had your head stuck in clouds or waiting for something to fall from the sky.

but from watching the crows has allowed you to predict the outcome of some missions. when kate brought you to the 141, your bird watching habit grew ten times stronger; all missions could end in everyone dying or something like that. but when you spot your birds, you know what needs to happen. this caught the eye of a certain scotsman; soap would see how you always looked at something, but couldnt tell why or what.

always writing in a journal that you kept in the front of your vest, getting it out your vest when you have a moment of quiet on the field or on the heli back to base. he knows the comfort writing a journal could bring during service, he does it himself when gets back to his room. it helped him keep his head on his shoulders, soap always wanted to ask what you would write about. but he knew it would be very invasive to ask and make writing in a journal be very hard.

when you first met soap, you always watched how he interacted with others. it was different from how you kept to yourself; like a crow watching a bevy of larks, either waiting to strike or just…longing to have a group like that.

whenever having a chance to eat in the mess hall with the group, you found yourself listening and drawn to soap at a moments notice. baby blue eyes beamed with excitement, joy or humor when he was sharing a story or how expressive he was while doing it.

you soon realized your heart fluttered while your stomach did flips at the thought of seeing soap next in the mess hall. it felt nice to have something to look forward to after so long.

—

taking a few moments to rest after a long night of walking, you guys took a break and started a little fire to warm up a bit. having to do a mission set in germany in winter was not a great feeling, your feet started to feel numb in your toes and your joints ached at the slightest bend. breathing caused your lungs to burn at every exhale as your nose got a deeper red hue the more time you spent outside. ghost took first watch over the four of you and sat back to the fire to watch the forest line with his rifle sitting on his lap.

gaz took to sleeping by the log, near ghost as soap was across from gaz and watched the forest with ghost. but when he looked at you as you were further away from the others. your notebook resting upon your stomach, your hands printing whatever came to your mind, he could see some doodles and writing. but he couldnt read anything you wrote down. soap wished he saw what thoughts went through your head in the notebook of yours.

you counted five crows on the phone line. positive transaction. making note of it in your notebook, you had a habit of noting how many crows you see every mission or whenever you're out. it was like your grandfather was still with you whenever you wrote your findings; just the knowledge of the crow watching and the crows that day were the only words meant for you and your grandfather.

—

waking up the next morning, your lungs burned and ached from the frosty air throughout the night. the men were eating mri packs quickly before ghost handed you a pack which caused you eat everything given inside. doesnt matter if its good or not, you need the energy for anything that could happen; sitting upon a dead log next to gaz, you looked around at the powerlines incase they changed in the morning.

no crows were to be seen which is a good sign as it means nothing is coming for awhile and that last nights watching was a good omen. packing everything into the bag on your back, you ready your gun of choice. everyone made their way down the trail to the compound that is said to hold makarov and all his plans. everyone keeping their eyes on the foliage around them.

“eyes up, everyone. we dont know what lies ahead; look for anything suspicious.” ghost voice broke the eerie silence of nature and footsteps crunching upon the ground. everyones nerves were on high alert as you got closer and closer to the compound. anything and everything could happen in a matter of moments and none of you would be the wiser.

but thankfully, yall had a smooth entry into makarovs compound. taking guards out silently, moving the shadows like you were taught to do. ghost taking charge when it came to checking corners and giving orders, leading you around to find the control room where the files yall needed would be found. you found your eyes watching soap as he moved before you like you always have with him.

soap moved with such stature like a lion; holding the gun in a tight grip as everyone moved throughout the compound. you found you couldnt tear your eyes away from the way he carried himself, but also it almost cost you both everything.

as kyle and ghost went to the left of the corridor while soap and you moved forward, your eyes both watched him and passed him to look out for threats. when given the cue to round the corner, soap moved first with his gun readied in front of his face. Everything felt like it moved in slow motion as someone else rounded the corner as well, their gun drawn high and ready at soaps head. in a split second, you pulled soap down to the ground, but not before a bullet nicked him in the temple.

moving quickly, you made quick work of the person causing them to fall to the ground with a thud. soap groaned in pain made you focus on the man you’ve secretly cherished for years, blood pooling for gash upon his temple, you grabbed a gaze from your vest and packed it into the wound.

“we heard shots, what happened-” kyle found himself cut off upon seeing you hold gaze to soaps head wound. looking over at ghost, he was already on call for an evac heil for you and soap as he and kyle would finish up in the compound.

kyle crouched down next to you as silent tears trickled down your cheeks, applying pressure to soaps wound.

“hey…soaps gonna be okay.” kyle whispered to you as he gently held onto to soaps neck to keep his spine stable. once price heard that someone had a head injury, he had the pilot speed over to the compound.

ghost kept watch over the halls as you and kyle kept your eyes and hands on soap; your body shook as you tried to keep your hands from shaking with distraught. blood dyed his hair crimson, along with dripping down his features coating them in red slick.

maybe you missed a sighting of crows that morning, maybe you didn't look at the trees along the road to the compound and now soap is injured and its your fault.

the thought of your last night with your grandpa before ending up in hospital flashed through your mind as the same out of control feeling creeped into your bones. some stray tears dripped down onto your hands as you looked over his still face.

thankfully, the doctor said it was a simple gash, but because it was such thin skin thats why he bled a lot. soap was laying, unconscious with wires and tubes all over him. you had sat in the uncomfortable, leather hospital chair all night and waited for soap to do and say anything.

you found yourself holding onto his warm hand, gently rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. comforting him in touch as he tried to pull himself out of his unconscious state; the 141 was too quiet without him.

“you better wakeup soon, johnny…i hate you not being here..” you found yourself whispering to the still air of the hospital room. the others had gone back to the barracks for the night, but your heart kept you in the chair.

“lass…im not going anywhere, sweething…” a groan sounded from soap as he shifted to face you. a tired, smirk graced his lips as you sniffled with relief upon seeing him wake up. you removed the tears from your eyes, you got up and moved to sit next to him on the hospital bed.

soap pulled you in closed to his body as he rested his head upon yours, wrapping your hand in his. you both just cuddled into one another with content silence, drifting off into finally some comfortable sleep with the beeping of machines echoing throughout the room.

the last thought that came across your mind was…yeah, yall would be alright.

#cod mw2 x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #gn reader #honey writings #john soap mactavish

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 7: The Prophecy

As we walk through the Central Hall I see traces of ancient magic. I haven't seen them since my last trial. I am shocked and thrilled at the same time.

''Sebastian,'' I say. Grabbing onto his arm. The warmth from his body does not take more than a second before it reaches my hand. I let go. ''Do you see that?''

He looks confused and looks at me.

''Ha! Funny. Let's keep going.'' Of course he cannot see it. But I had to check anyway.

''No.'' I argue. ''You know the ancient magic I told you about?''

He nods slowly while stopping to have a look around. There are no prefects around. It must be so late that they stopped patrolling the castle.

''I see traces of it.'' I explain. ''Right there.''

I nod towards the library.

''Don't tell me,'' He sounds hesitant. ''It's going towards the library.''

''It is.'' I reply.

''Very well.'' He says and starts walking towards the entrance.

I take the lead and unlock the door into the library. The traces are leading us to the restricted section. Of course, I think. I explain to Sebastian that we're going to need the key to restricted section. Together we get it and get back to the locked door and head into the restricted section.

The traces lead further down into the library than I have ever been. We must be pretty far, because I can feel the air getting colder and more humid than before. I rub my hands together to gain some warmth.

''Always cold, huh?'' Sebastian asks. ''You need to get gloves to wear even inside the castle.''

I'm really not in the mood for jokes right now, so I don't even reply. To be honest, I'm terrified of where, or rather what, these traces might lead us to. Furthermore, I feel bad for having Sebastian following me. He has no idea what could possibly happen. I think about the trials I had to go through last year.

Finally I see where the traces lead us. It's in a pitch black corner in the library. We are still surrounded by books. Some paintings had gotten upset with us for using Lumos at this hour, but I honestly couldn't care less about waking up an old painting that hasn't seen daylight in likely over a hundred years. I take a closer look and investigate it.

Suddenly, our surroundings shift. We are no longer in the library, but on what looks like a small island. Around us are miles and miles of water, trees trying to reach the night sky and no land to be seen.

''Curious.'' Sebastian says. ''But terrifying.''

I nod in agreement and keep exploring the small island.

''Look for something that seems out of place.'' I explain. I know he cannot see the traces around the object we're looking for, but since he's my only company he might as well help in the search. ''It could be anything. Let me know if you find anything, I will be able to see if it's what we're looking for or not.''

Sebastian looks confused but starts looking. We seem to divide the island into two, where he searches one half of it and me the other. Most places are covered in spider webs and some small camps that look as if only two or three people have slept there. Curious, I think. After a couple of minutes I hear Sebastian calling for me.

''Take a look.'' He says, nodding towards a cave entrance covered in spider webs. ''From the sounds of it, this is the perfect date for you.''

''Not really.'' I admit, yet confused if he was implying we were on a date. Correctly, I see some traces of ancient magic. I burn away the spider webs and enter the cave. Sebastian stays behind, as if he's considering let me walk into the cave alone.

''Come on now, you're more scared than a snidget.'' I taunt him, but it works as he pushes himself in front of me to take the lead.

We walk down the cave and I follow the traces. Eventually, we're led to a smaller cave inside the cave to a place where it looks as if a podium has been placed. I walk up to it for further investigation. I see ancient magic flowing around the podium and I found a crystal ball.

''Look!'' I call out. My voice echoes on the cave walls. ''It's a crystal ball.''

''Hoping to see your future?'' Sebastian jokes. I give him an angry eye.

''I never used one. Do you know how?''

He takes it out of my hands and seems to clean it with his robe. From the crystal ball comes a massive ray of light and I move closer to him to see what's going on. There's a low voice coming from the crystal ball. We hear unforgivable curses and see a man in the crystal ball. He seems to be a student at Hogwarts. The crystal ball keeps showing events that are difficult to sort out. We see another boy, who looks slightly younger but also a Hogwarts student. He has a remarkable scar on his forehead. We see tons of what appears to be dark wizards and finally the crystal ball whisper Merope Gaunt, followed by a glimpse of the pale face of a man with red eyes and a missing nose. He looked human, yet unhuman.

''Gaunt?'' Sebastian asks. ''As in Ominis' last name?''

''I heard it too,'' I say. ''But that doesn't mean anything.''

''Not necessarily.'' Sebastian says. ''But we cannot be sure.''

He explains that it was likely that this was no ordinary crystal ball, but rather a prophecy. He seemed to be almost as confused as me, but we decide to head back to the castle and discuss this another time.

''Well, new girl.'' He says once we reach the Slytherin common room. ''One thing's for sure - you don't disappoint.'' He continues with a grin. ''But next time you drag me on a date like this, I'm going to need a fire whiskey after.''

As we part ways, I smile like the happiest girl on the planet and I'm convinced the butterflies that flutter might actually make me levitate.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #fanfic #hogwarts legacy #for the hope of it all #ominis gaunt #fanfiction #slytherin

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Worthless - Part 11

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Content: degradation, dehumanization, past slavery mention, self-deprecation, self-hatred, pet whump, hurt/comfort

Yvonne's eyes fluttered open with the sun shining in through her window, draping her in a blanket of warmth. She squinted and clamped her eyes shut as she reached over to shut her blinds. Most people would find a sunny morning quite enjoyable, but Yvonne was too sensitive to it.

She stretched, her spine crackling in multiple places. She peered at the time. Once again, she had awoken with the rising sun. The only person that ever woke up earlier than she did was Lyra.

Yvonne pushed herself out of bed and yawned as she made her way to the bathroom. However, a slight movement out of the corner of her eye stopped her in her tracks. She turned her head, but nothing was there. Still, she could hear the sounds of rustling coming from the living room.

Yvonne squinted. She slowly approached the living room, where the rustling sounds only grew louder. Her skin prickled with uncertainty, but as she rounded the corner, all of that disappeared.

Elliot was milling about the living room with a cloth and a spray bottle in his hand. Yvonne raised a brow as she watched him dust off the end tables and the coffee table and the shelves.

Yvonne smirked. "Elliot?"

The small man gasped and instantly fell to his knees, but he didn't speak. He tensed and whimpered, but that's all.

"Hey, it's okay," Yvonne said as she stepped out from behind the corner. "I just didn't realize you were awake. You scared me."

Elliot hunched his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Yvonne. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not mad or anything. You don't have a kneel." Elliot reluctantly pushed himself to his feet, his head still bowed. He'd always been the shortest member of the team, but he looked unnaturally small with how he held himself now. Yvonne remembered that he used to hate how small he was and would hold himself with a sense of confidence that made him seem bigger. Now, however, it was almost as if he was trying to make himself smaller.

"What were you doing?" Yvonne asked, eyeing the cloth and spray bottle on the floor.

Elliot flinched. "I-I was just cl-cleaning."

Yvonne scoffed. "But you hate cleaning."

Elliot lowered his head even further. "I-I used to, but-but now it makes me f-feel safe. It makes me feel u-useful."

Yvonne nodded in understanding. "Well, you don't have to do that. We all take turns cleaning, you know that. Besides, you should be relaxing. Lyra told us to take care of you."

"W-Well, I-I wanted to do something to make up for all the time everyone w-wasted on me last night. I didn't deserve everyone's kindness after how useless I've been."

"Oh, don't say that."

Elliot flinched and whimpered again. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just mean that we all had a great time hanging out with you. It wasn't a waste of time."

"S-Still. I at least wanted to say th-thank you."

Yvonne smiled. "You're so sweet, darling. What did the rest of us ever do to deserve you?"

. . .

Elliot glanced up with wide eyes. What did that mean? She was right, they didn't deserve him. He was useless and stupid and ugly and worthless. They deserved someone so much better than him. So, why did she make that sound like a positive thing?

Before Elliot could dwell on it any longer, Yvonne said, "Well, since Lyra's not here, I was thinking of making breakfast for the team. You know, so we can keep up the routine. Would you like anything in particular?"

This was a test Elliot was familiar with. He dipped his head forward. "No, m-ma'am. I-I will eat whatever you think I'm worthy of."

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "What does that mean?"

Elliot froze. Did he say something wrong? Was that the wrong answer?

Stupid, braindead mutt!

Elliot panicked. "I-I don't know, it's-it's what Master always w-wanted me to say." Elliot's hands started quivering. "I'm sorry. I swear, I'm trying so hard to be good." Elliot fell to his knees and lowered his forehead to the floor. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-to upset you. I'm just a stupid, worthless mutt. Please, forgive me." Elliot lifted his head off of the floor, only to crawl closer to Yvonne and press a gentle kiss to her feet.

Yvonne gasped and stumbled backwards, startling Elliot. He flinched and tensed, as though preparing to be kicked.

"Elliot, what-what are you doing?" Yvonne exclaimed.

Elliot sobbed. His whole body was trembling with fear as he covered his face with his hands. "I-I can't do anything right anymore. I don't know what to do. No one is giving me any orders, and I'm too s-stupid to guess what everyone wants. Every time I guess, I get it wrong. I'm too stupid to be here! I'm just a broken, brainless animal!" Yvonne merely watched him, too stunned to react. "I-I don't know why you all k-keep me here. I don't deserve your kindness or l-love. I'm no good. I'm no good at all."

Yvonne lowered herself down until she was sitting in front of him. "Elliot-"

"I just wish someone would tell me what I was doing wrong. M-Master liked it when I was submissive and obedient. I don't kn-know how else to-to please you."

"Elliot, please listen to me."

Elliot broke out of his trance at the sound of a command. He shut his mouth and waited for her to speak.

He was trembling and staring at Yvonne with the eyes of a deer that was about to be shot. He looked terrified and hopeless and so, so tired.

Yvonne gently took hold of one of his trembling hands. He flinched, but made no move to pull away. Yvonne held his hand between both of hers and said, "I'm not good at dealing with feelings, Elliot. I wish I knew what to say to convince you that you haven't done anything wrong, but I'm not sure that's possible." Elliot sniffled and lowered his head, wiping away his tears with his free hand. "However, what it sounds like to me isn't that you want to be comforted. It's that you want to be useful. Am I right?"

Elliot sniffled again and nodded. "Mhm," he mumbled.

Yvonne gave a faint smile. "That's something I believe I can help you with."

Elliot's eyes widened. "Really?" He exclaimed.

Yvonne nodded. "Would you like me to give you some chores? Something to do around the house?"

Elliot's eyes shone with the most hope and excitement that he'd experienced in over a year. "Yes! Yes, please! I would be so grateful!"

Yvonne couldn't help but smile. His enthusiasm for chores was as saddening as it was relieving. "Okay. Then, why don't we go sit in the kitchen while I think up a list of chores for you?"

Tears glistened in Elliot's eyes. He lowered his head to the floor, preparing to kiss her feet again. "Thank you, Yvonne! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so grateful!"

Yvonne stepped back as Elliot started to kiss her feet again. "Okay, that's enough," she said, as gently as she could manage. "Come on, darling. Up you get."

. . .

Yvonne sat at the dining table, a pen and paper resting in front of her. Elliot sat across the table, looking as though he was trying to hide his discomfort. It had taken a bit of convincing to get Elliot to sit at the table, but Yvonne preferred that than to have him sit at her feet.

"All right, darling. What kind of chores would you like to do?"

Elliot straightened his back. "I-I will do anything you a-ask of me."

Yvonne smiled. "Yes, but is there something you would like to do more than anything else?"

Elliot thought for a moment. "I-I don't think so. M-Master never let me choose my tasks. I would simply do as I was told."

Yvonne furrowed her brows and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Tasks?" She repeated. Elliot nodded. "I thought he made you his pet."

Elliot nodded. "He-He did, b-but I was also meant to s-serve him."

"So, what, he made you into his personal slave?" Yvonne exclaimed, her voice rising.

Elliot flinched. He didn't know what he'd done wrong. "Y-Yes, ma'am," he whispered, hoping that was the right answer. Yvonne's pale face turned pink with anger. Elliot yelped.

"That bastard!" Yvonne shouted, pounding her fist on the table. Elliot flinched and shielded his head with his hands. Yvonne watched him for a moment, realizing her mistake. She took several deep breaths and waited for both of them to calm down. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to shout. I'm not angry with you. Honest."

Elliot didn't look at her. "D-Did I say something wr-wrong?" He whispered.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. You haven't done anything wrong. I just-I just didn't expect that. I'm sorry." He didn't acknowledge her apology, nor did he ever lift his eyes from the floor. Yvonne sighed. "Why don't...we just find you some simple chores to do, hm? Nothing too difficult or strenuous. How does that sound?"

Elliot nodded. "That sounds okay," he mumbled.

Yvonne could barely hear him. She reached a hand across the table and said, "Hey, I'm really sorry for yelling. I just didn't realize how horribly he treated you." Yvonne felt more disgusted the longer she thought about it. "I-I can't believe we ever let that monster into our house. I can't believe we let him get anywhere near you, let alone touch you. I'm so sorry, Elliot." Elliot shook his head, and Yvonne pushed herself to her feet. She wrapped him in an awkward hug. "None of this was your fault, darling. I want you to know that."

Elliot didn't hug her back. He was too frightened after her outburst and he didn't want to do anything that could possibly make her anymore angry. So, he opted to do nothing instead.

. . .

Elliot got straight to work once Yvonne had finished his list of chores. It wasn't as long as he had wanted it to be, but he was still grateful for a way to prove his usefulness.

Elliot was in the living room, continuing to dust the shelves, as he had done earlier, while Yvonne made breakfast in the kitchen. He was still in her line of sight, and she made sure to check on him as often as she could.

Elliot was standing on the tips of his toes in order to reach one of the higher shelves. Yvonne cringed. "Are you sure you don't want some help in there, love?" She called out to him. "Some of those shelves are pretty high. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Elliot turned and frantically shook his head. "No, I can do it. I'll be good, I promise."

A sad smile grew across Yvonne's face. "Okay, darling, but feel free to ask for some help if you need it. You won't be punished for it."

Elliot looked uncertain, but he nodded in understanding and returned to his work. Yvonne did the same.

Several minutes passed in peaceful silence, until the sound of dragging feet broke it. Yvonne looked up to see Karine standing there, staring at Elliot from the doorway to the kitchen. Her eyes her wide and confused and slightly angry.

"Something wrong?" Yvonne asked.

Karine turned, as though just noticing Yvonne for the first time. Karine's eyes narrowed as she took several bold steps into the kitchen. "What the hell is he doing?" She whisper-shouted.

Yvonne's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" She said it in the same quiet whisper as Karine.

Karine ground her jaw. "Why is Elliot cleaning? Did you tell him to?"

Yvonne pursed her lips. "Sort of, but-"

"Why?"

Yvonne kept one eye on the food she was making as she conversed with Karine. Yvonne shrugged. "He was bored and restless. So, I gave him some chores to do."

Karine's hands curled into fists. "And you don't see anything wrong with that?"

Yvonne shook her head. "No, why should I?"

"Because he should be resting. He needs to recover."

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "Yes, but confining him to his bed isn't going to help him believe he's a person again, will it?"

"Well, neither will treating him like a damn slave!" Karine shouted, much louder than intended.

Yvonne's eyes widened. She glanced over Karine's shoulder just in time to see Elliot turn around to stare at them, eyes round and frightened. Yvonne gave him a weak smile and motioned for him to continue with his work.

Once Elliot was no longer looking, Yvonne grabbed hold of Karine's wrist and dragged her out of Elliot's earshot. Once they were properly hidden, Yvonne glared at Karine. "First of all, do not yell at me where he can hear you. I've already made that mistake once today and I'm not going to let him go through that again. Second of all, how dare you accuse me of treating him like a slave?"

Karine's brows narrowed. "What am I supposed to think, Yvonne? That he chose to clean the house all on his own?"

"Yes!" Yvonne shouted. "Because he did! He said that cleaning makes him feel safe, and after what he told me about his time with Christian, I can't say I blame him!"

Karine rolled her eyes. "Oh, bullshit, Yvonne. As if Elliot would make any sort of decision on his own. He had his free will beaten out of him, for god's sake!"

"Then, explain to me why I woke up to him dusting the living room, Karine. If you understand Elliot so much better than I do, enlighten me!"

"Enlighten you about what? Something that obviously didn't happen?"

"What, so you don't believe me?"

"No, I don't!"

"Then, what do you want me to say?" Yvonne's breath was quick and ragged. Her skin was bright pink and there were frustrated tears in her eyes. Karine didn't respond. Yvonne's jaw tightened. "I don't know what you want me to say, Karine, if you're choosing not to believe me. Do you want me to admit to using him like a slave, which I'm not doing. Or do you want me to apologize for giving him chores?"

Karine didn't answer.

Yvonne released a heavy sigh. "If you really want to know the truth, Elliot had a breakdown this morning." Karine's eyes widened. "He was sobbing and degrading himself, and I didn't know what to do. He said he was too useless and stupid to be here, so when I offered to give him a list of chores to make him feel less useless, he practically beamed. It was the closest thing to genuine happiness I've seen from him in over a year, so naturally, I gave him some stuff to do. What's wrong with that?"

Karine's gaze wavered. "I-I just can't believe that, Yvonne."

Yvonne sighed again. "Fine," she said. She led Karine back over to the doorway leading into the living room. "Then, look at him and tell me he doesn't look even the slightest bit content."

Karine rolled her eyes before fixing them on Elliot as he moved around the living room. She watched him for a moment, her expression softening.

Yvonne crossed her arms over her chest. "Does he look like he's crying? Or shaking? Or begging?" Karine was silent, which only prompted Yvonne to press on. "Is it really such an awful thing to admit that Elliot isn't the same person that he used to be? Yes, the old Elliot hated chores, but the new Elliot finds comfort in them. Why is that such a bad thing?"

Karine released a long, heavy breath. "Because I don't want him to see himself as nothing but a slave. I want him to know that he's worth more than what he can do for people."

Yvonne nodded in understanding. "As do I, but he's only been here for a few weeks. There's still so much that needs to happen before he even sees himself as human again."

"Exactly." Karine tore her gaze away from Elliot and fixed it on Yvonne once more. "So, how is indulging his desire to be useful going to help him understand that?"

Yvonne took a moment to watch Elliot, and it was only then that she noticed the incredibly weak smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. "Because it'll show him that we care about what he wants. I didn't force him to do this, he asked me for chores...in his own broken way. And not only that, look at him. He's almost smiling. Is it really so bad that he finds even the smallest amount of joy in this?" Karine didn't answer. "If you ask me, improving his mood is the most progress we could ask for, at the moment."

Karine hesitated. "It's just so hard to believe that he would choose this. This isn't like Elliot at all."

Yvonne shrugged. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I think we should start treating him like his own new person instead of the person we wish he still was."

Both women watched silently as Elliot finished his dusting. His weak smile grew slightly. He looked so incredibly proud of himself, and that warmed Yvonne's heart. He turned to face the women in the doorway, only then noticing the eyes watching him so intently. His smile disappeared and his skin paled.

Yvonne panicked and swiftly approached him. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have been staring."

Elliot's chin started quivering. "Have I d-done something wr-wrong?"

"No, of course not, love. We were just admiring the job you did. We're so proud of you."

Elliot's eyes widened and his trembling slowed. "R-Really? I-I did a g-good job?"

Yvonne smiled sweetly and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He didn't flinch away from her touch. "You did an amazing job, and I'm so proud of you for telling me that you wanted some chores. That was very brave."

Elliot looked down nervously at his feet. "H-Have I p-pleased you?"

Yvonne's sweet smile turned sad as she gathered him in her arms and rubbed soothing circles into his back. "You have done more than please me, Elliot. I'm thrilled at all the progress you've made, even without Lyra here. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you smile again. I'm so unbelievably proud of you."

. . .

Tears of joy and relief flooded Elliot's eyes as he melted into her embrace. He was so happy to please his owners friends. That's all he had ever wanted to do.

Sorry this one took so long. I haven't had much motivation to write lately, and this chapter was especially difficult, for some reason.

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spacecatbowtie · 2 years

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The Chemist - Din/Reader - Chapter 1

I posted this on AO3 a while ago. But figured I'd post it here too.

Rating: EXPLICIT!! 18+

Summary: Din gets injected with some weird chemical, It makes him do things he would never do otherwise. Before he loses control, he tells you to run and hide ;)

Warnings: Dubious consent / Manhandling / swearing

Tags: Glove kink / helmet kink / hunter x prey kink / a lotta kinks / but Mando actually just needs a hug

(feedback is much appreciated <3 )

Chapter 1 - Hide and seek

It is starting to get late. The sky had slowly turned from blue to pink and now to a curious orange. I had been staring at the sky for the past few minutes, done with my tasks on the ship. While the man who let me stay with him for a while is on his mission, it is my job to keep the ship tidy and do some shopping for meals in the nearby city or village.

Hopefully he will be back soon, I don't like being alone in the dark.

I sit at the top of the open boarding ramp, one leg dangling over the side edge. My gaze slides from the darkening sky upon the forest rim, where the trees started to get dense.

There he is. The Mandalorian, back with the catch of today. He walks with a steady stride, pushing the bounty in front of him. A smile crept up my lips. I always enjoyed his company. He does not talk much, but that is what is so soothing about his presence. Even with his helmet, I am mostly able to read him. My hand shoots up to wave at him. In a small gesture he returns the greeting.

I can't stop my smile from widening. But then it falters and my body freezes. When he is around 5 meters away from the ship, I see something in the forest.

I point behind him. 'Mando, look!' But it is too late. He is hit with a heavy laser blast. White-orange light blinds me, and the sound is deafening in the quiet forest. It must have been stronger than a regular blaster because it threw him back on the dirt ground.

The bounty screams, jumps back up and sprints away into the dense woods. 'Shit.' The Mandalorian gets up as well and starts firing back at the threat.

I turn to get one of his other blasters left in the ship. But by the time I manage to have one fire ready, I hear voices and sounds of struggling. Maybe I had not been seen yet. With the gun to my chest, I peek around the corner of one of the storage crates.

A long male Twi’lek with light pink skin, dressed in a black robe looks to be in charge. Four big creatures surround him. They must be at least two meters tall and half as wide.

A few of the same creatures lay motionless and smoking on the ground a little further back. Mando had managed to get a few of them, but it is not enough. Two of the men had managed to grab Mando and push him to the ground.

The tall Twi'lek signs for one of his men to the inside of the ship. Fuck they had seen me. But it walked straight past me to the carbon-freezers. After having found the bounty he was looking for, he de-frosts it and takes the unconscious body to his master. Again, without seeing me.

With the gun now ready to aim I peek around the corner again. The Twi’lek is discussing something with the monstrous man who had stolen the bounty. I am scared and shaking, I had never experienced something like this before. I have to do something.

They seem about to leave, without hurting the Mandalorian. But still they were taking credit prize from him, and they made the one from today escape! He risks his life by catching them. He takes care of me, and now I have to take care of him.

After taking a deep breath, I stand up. Trying to look tough. I fire a warning shot in the air. “Stop right there!”

Shocked, they all turn their head to look up at me. Mando lets out a sound that could be a curse.

“Put the bounty on the ground and leave.” My voice begins to shake. “Before I do something you will regret.”

The figure in the black cloak starts laughing. “Now isn't this fun!” He snorts, turning to Mando. “You got yourself a little plaything here.”

Not having expected this reaction, I reply; “I'm not, we are just travelling together for a while.”

I look at Mando. He is shaking his head. A sign for me to shut up.

The pink man takes a step towards me. Quickly, I take my aim at him. This makes him smile. “I have a better idea.”

He takes a blaster from the belt of one of his men and presses it against the part of Mando’s shoulder that is not covered in armour.

“Now put the gun away and come here.”

Shit. I did not think of that. I do as he says and shoot an apologetic look towards the Mandalorian.

When I'm close enough, the Twi'lek grabs me and shoves me into the last remaining of his men with empty hands.

“Now what to do with you…” He laughs again and looks from me to Mando. “I am no monster, I won't kill you… no… I am a chemist, you see. And I rather enjoy altering the mind. Everything we do and feel is the result of chemical processes in our body. I can make the strongest men and women die of grief, I can turn people against each other in jealousy and let them hunt and hurt each other. The possibilities are endless. Hormones are funny like that.”

I am starting to get more scared. This person is obviously crazy.

From under his cloak, he reveals a thin leather briefcase and clicks it open. It is filled with neatly stored glass vials strapped to the walls of the case.

“Hmm, let me see.” He draws his finger over the small glass containers. “Ah, yes. This will be sufficient. I have seen the effects of it many times, a great way of entertainment for me and my men.” The big creature holding me seems to know what he is talking about and their low laugh rumbles through the air.

The chemist picks up a syringe and draws a dark green liquid from the glass tube. He turns around with a wide smile on his face, but his eyes remain dark.

Mando struggles against his captors. “Don't you dare touch her!” He warns.

“Oh, but I won’t.” He walks past me towards him. “You will do that for me.”

Mando and I share a look again, this time a confused one.

What could he possibly mean by that?

The closer the Twi’lek comes the harder Mando struggles, managing to slip out of the grip of the guard on his left, and with that force he punches the right one in his face. This makes the monster loosen his grip and stumble back. Then he kicks the legs of the left one from under him when it tries to grab hold of him again. He reaches for his blaster. But the creature holding me releases me, jumps in front of him and slaps it out of his hand.

I try to help and get to Mando but the Twi’lek grabs me by my arm. I see what is about to happen and yell out “MANDO BEHIND Y-” I am cut off by the hand on my mouth, he squeezes hard and my cheeks burn.

Mando's head snaps to me. This gives the guards a chance. They jump on him, three of them. Mando grunts and fights, but they force him on his knees. One of them holds his head back with its big hand on the helmet.

I try to kick and punch my apprehender, but he is stronger than he looks and easily holds me against him. He pushes me to my knees too. “Hold her down” he commands to one of the three holding Mando.

With him now secured, the two left can hold him down easily.

“Now let us not stray further and get this done.” Striding over, the chemist holds the needle in his right hand. With his left he pushes the Mandalorian's head even further back in an uncomfortable position, so he has complete access to his neck which is only covered in fabric.

I cry out when the chemist roughly pierces the needle through the fabric in his skin. I see the liquid disappear from the vial into the flesh.

Next he extracts the needle. “I would watch this spectacle if I had the time. But unfortunately, I have a client waiting for this one.” He signs with his head to the now half unconscious bounty.

“Still, I like the thought of what is going to happen. You will not die, but this is even better. I see you both respect each other and care for each other. However, that is soon about to change.”

With an evil grin full of malicious pleasure he looks down at Mando who is not able to keep his head upright anymore and just keeps it down with his chin on his chest. I whimper his name out of worry.

“You will have to live with the guilt of what you are about to do.” Then he turns to me. “And you'll have to live with fear of him, and the trauma you will be exposed to.” The sheer Joy in his eyes is prominent.

I glare at him with hate.

“Now, if you will please excuse me, I have credits to collect.”

Then he walks away in the direction of the city, a few kilometres from here.

His men follow him, letting go of the Mandalorian, who without the support falls forward. But he is able to catch himself with his hands. Immediately after the grip on me is released, I dash to him. “Are you okay? Mando!” I kneel in front of him and try to push him a little more upright on his knees.

His breath is heavy and slow

“Oh, what did he do to you?” I cup my hands on either side of his helmet, trying to make contact with him. His head is heavy in my hands. “Are you okay? How do you feel?!”

He lets out a sound between a moan and a grunt. He still does not move, but he is conscious. Slowly he lifts his head by himself. He seems to be looking straight at me. “I don't know.. I feel.. Odd..” He says slowly with a low and raspy voice.

“Let me look at where he punctured you” with my shaky fingers I start to pull at the fabric around his neck, shoving it aside. A slither of skin gets visible beneath the edge of his helmet. I hook my fingers around the collar of his garment. On the impact of my cold fingers against his heated skin, he flinches and I hear a modulated sound of a sharp intake of breath.

“Sorry!” I say quickly.

Pulling the fabric further down, I start to look for the puncture wound.

“What could he have meant by What you are about to do”? What did he put in you?”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be good” His voice sounds strangled.

Looking closer, my breath touches his neck. “I found it, it does not look too bad, maybe it's harmless. Perhaps he just tried to scare us.”

My fingers move across the skin of the little red spot. He stiffened and one of his hands shoots up to wrap firmly around my wrist. I gasp and look up at his visor. I notice how close we are now.

His grip gets firmer. “Ouch, that kinda hurts, Mando.” I try to pull back and lean away from him.

“I think you better stay away from me He rasps out, his voice heavy with something I cannot make out.

Then he quickly releases me. The sudden lack of his hold makes me fall backwards. I stand up on my feet.

“Why? What is it he did to you?”

Even though he released his grip on me, his gaze makes me feel stuck in place.

“Like he said, he can make anyone lose control. I feel it slipping away, every breath it gets harder to suppress.”

He leans forward on his hands again, looking at the ground beneath him breathing heavy

“Is there anything I can do to help?” stepping closer to him again, wanting to help in any way. I can't bear to see him in any kind of pain.

"No, stop!" The loud panic in his voice makes me stand still again. The moan he lets out next makes me shiver. "Stay away from me" It sounds less convincing now.

"Eh, okay." I take a few steps back. He looks up at me again.

"No. Further. Run and hide." He makes it sound like a command. He pulls his sniper rifle over his head and throws it at my feet. "Do anything you have to do, you know how it works" His voice sounds shallow and in pain.

He turns away from me, still crouched. One knee on the ground and his arm leaning on the other.

"Okay, so – where shall I hide?" My feet shuffle nervously in the dry sand.

His humourless chuckle makes me more on edge. “That is the point darling, you have to hide from me.”

I blush and look away, he never called me that. But I rather like it.

When I look at him again, he is shaking. "Now will you please go, I don't know how longer I can stop myself from having you." The last part comes out as a lustful moan. This is what makes me turn around and run. Not what he said or the way he said it, but the unexpected thrill that shot through my body is what makes me run.

I slip down the hill over the loose sand and rocks. When I think I am out of his sight, I take a sharp turn left. Going through the forest seems like the best way to hide.

With the gun heavy in my hand, I keep running for a few minutes, zigzagging and taking unexpected turns to try to make myself untrackable. After jumping over a beautiful slow flowing creek I am out of breath and decided to hide between a narrow sloth carved in a low cliff. It is not deep, but deep enough to make me unnoticeable for someone walking by.

I am only able to get in there while crouching. With the gun in front of me I try to get my breathing to slow down. I listened. There is no sound other than the small forest creatures moving around and my soft, shallow breaths.

Maybe I should not have left him. Maybe he needed help. Maybe he is there still on the ground, dying, calling out for me.

Guilt washes over me. I am about to get out of my hiding place to go back when I heard something. Slow but deliberate footsteps. Like always, he is good at staying undetected. But the crunching of the dry leaves is unavoidable.

My fight or flight kicks in again. Not knowing what to expect next. Crawling even further back against the cold stone wall, I wait. The crunching of leaves is getting closer.

Then it stops.

I hold my breath, not daring to make a sound. He lets out another short laugh, the same deep, raspy voice. Less humourless now. Then the footsteps start again. But they move away this time.

I release my breath, Harder than I meant to. Quickly clamping a hand to my mouth, as if I could take back the sound I made. With big eyes I wait. He sounded farther away now. I don't move until the sound had disappeared completely.

What would be the plan from this point on, am I to wait here?

For how long?

I might as well get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible and wait the night out.

My legs start to tingle from squatting the whole time. I collect a heap of dry leaves to sit on. With a sigh I lean back against the rock with my legs in front of me. Next to me the sniper rifle stands against the rock wall as well. I had enough time to grab it when he decided to come back. The crunchy leaves would give him away.

Deciding to make the best of this situation I admire the tall trees through the opening of my little cave. The stars shine bright between the branches. When my eyes are fully adjusted, I can even make out a few life forms hopping from branch to branch. In one treetop is even an egg-shaped nest. I wonder what kind of animal lives there.

Suddenly I hear shuffling above me. And then something drops itself down from the cliffs edge, landing gracefully on two legs. He is facing me. It is the Mandalorian that had said to stay away from him. "Now I've got you."

"No!" Quickly I grab the sniper, but before I can aim it at him, he has hold of my foot and pulls me towards him, out of the safe hiding spot. My free leg kicks him- but it does nothing against his armour, of course. It only hurts my ankle when it hits the hard surface the wrong way.

'Fuck' I groan under my breath. He pulls me even closer by grabbing both my ankles.

He bends over me. "That is indeed what I'm planning to do to you, my dear."

Again, a shiver runs down my back with how dark his voice feels. His eyes must be just as dark, looking at me. The intensity of that thought makes me whimper. Perhaps the chemist also did something to me, I felt hot and I crave.. Something.

The fingers digging in my thigh makes me come back to my senses. Grabbing the sniper with both hands, I aim it at him. "Stop! I'll shock you!"

His gaze looks up from my thighs to my eyes. He makes a dismissive sound. Crawling further onto me, until his chest meets the front of the taser gun.

"Do it." He sounds commanding again.

I remain still and silent, hoping this situation will disappear somehow if I do not move. I can't stop my quick shallow breaths though.

"See you won't hurt me, you can't bear that." He snickers. "But by not giving into me you hurt me as well, I must have you. Now."

His grip on my thighs tightens even more. His other gloved hand makes his way up my stomach, touching my skin where my top had crept up. I whimper again and close my eyes. I keep getting overwhelmed by this feeling I did not recognize. I had never felt this way with anyone, and it scares me.

"I see you want it too, let me take care of you darling"

That last word makes me think about the first time he called me that. When he ordered me to keep away from him, whatever it took. "I'm sorry Mando." Then with my full strength I shove the tip of the gun between his chest plate and his helmet, hitting his throat. He staggers back, holding his throat, coughing.

"You bitch!" he roars at me.

I yelp and shoot up, running away from him. This time I run straight back to the ship. Maybe if I am fast enough, I could get in and close the boarding ramp behind me. He'd be locked out and I could wait there until he is himself again, if he even could, potentially he stays like this forever. No, I could not think like that. First get somewhere safe. To keep away from him like he wanted me to before he lost all of his control.

I reach the ship and run onboard, without looking behind me I push the button to close the ship. Then with my sniper pointed towards the slowly closing gap, I walk backwards until I feel my back hit the wall. I watch for any kind of movement.

Then two gloved hands grab the edge of the closing ramp. He pulls himself up with no too little struggle and jumps on the metal floor. He stands still, looking at me, the only way out slowly closing behind him. When the ship closes with a hiss and a metallic bang, he starts to walk towards me.

In one last attempt to escape, I turn and try to climb the ladder to the cockpit. But before I could touch my feet to the second step, I am pulled back by an arm around my waist. I shriek. And then again when he pushes my front against the ladder, his body firmly against my back. With one hand, he takes the sniper from my hand. I don't even bother to keep a hold on it. I sigh, letting my forehead lean against one of the steps.

The cold metal from the ladder and his armour all around my body feels soothing in a way. I am still hot and breathing heavily from the running.

I try reasoning with him. "It is that shit he gave you that makes you do this, you wouldn't do this, you wouldn't want this, this isn't you."

When he answers, I can hear the smirk on his lips. "But you see darling, that is the thing." His voice is low through the modulator, making him sound dangerous. "It is me. It is me who wants this. That 'shit' only took away the brakes. It took away the cowardness that stops me normally."

One hand rests on my hip, and the other starts stroking my hair, pulling on it softly. I shiver against him. This man literally made me a shivering mess. He makes a low approving hum. He had definitely felt it. And he likes it.

Suddenly he spins me around by my shoulders and pins me against the ladder again. With my back this time. His head is the slightest bit tilted when he looks at me. He brings his hand up and I flinch. He shocks me by stroking my cheek softly. The affection is so sudden and surprising that I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

He hums again.

His hand then grabs my chin. It is big enough to cover my cheeks too. I look up at him with big eyes filled with fear, confusion, and something else. I search for his eyes in the blackness of his visor. Like a black hole, it sucks me in. His hand's grip gets tighter and his voice is rough when he speaks again.

'Now be a good girl for me, ye' With that the hand on my jaw pushes me down and I stumble to my knees. I almost lost my balance, but he slips his fingers through my hair and grips tightly. Steadying me.

He pulls my hair back, so I am forced to look up at him. My body gets hotter, and my mind runs wild. I tremble with anticipation or fear, or both. I do not know.

With his other hand, he rubs my cheek again, sliding to my chin and then to my lips. With his thumb, he tugs a little on my bottom lip. I know what he wants, but I would not give it to him, I would not open my mouth for him. Keeping my lips tightly together, I shake my head lightly.

He sighs.

The grip on my hair gets tighter, hurting me, I wince and let out a soft moan of pain.

“I like that sound. Now open up.”

He grabs my face and squeezes both sides of my mouth, forcing it open. He takes the opportunity and shoves his thumb inside the warm wetness. “Yes, like that.”

His thumb moves across my tongue, exploring. The leather of his gloves is rough and tastes like dirt and metal.

Apparently, he does not think his thumb can get deep enough, because he changes fingers. Pushing both his index- and middle finger down my throat, which makes me gag.

“Such a good girl for me.” He coos.

Him, calling me that, changes something in me. I want him to call me that again. I close my lips around his gloved fingers and start sucking softly and cautiously, His breath hitches, he speeds up the rhythm in which he finger-fucks my mouth.

"Yes baby." he starts to whisper sweet dirty nothings. “I'm gonna take you so hard, I'm gonna fuc..”

Then I bite down. Hard.

Chapter 2

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Oh, but I'm right beside you, sweet thing. Why don't you sit down and tell me what's on your mind, hm? *he pats his lap and smiles at you* I'm all ears, I promise I won't bite. *he chuckles and winks at you* I'm proud of you for working so hard. But I am also worried about you. Maybe I should accompany you a few times on your new way so that you are not alone and can remember it. I would do anything for you, my love. But now let me hold you for a while while you tell me everything, okay?

- Joker

Joker, my beloved! Just the man I’ve been wanting to talk to all day.

Well, you know I was at work today buuuut I got lost. Normally, I take the same route which the bus does. It’s an hour journey and full of twists and turns. As it turns out, six months after following this route, there’s actually an easier and quicker way to go. It’s a literal straight line walk for thirty minutes across two main roads. No corners, no turning, no other roads, nothing, just a solid straight line. For thirty minutes.

I’ve never walked this route before but four people have explained it to me over the last six months and I’ve never been able to understand it, but yesterday my coworker recommended it to me and I decided that today I’d be brave and I would try it. So there I was, 6.45am (on a Sunday, I’m 😩😩😩), and I was fine for the first ten minutes, but then… I fucked up. I stopped. Thought about where to go, and everything fell apart. Where I was stood on the first of the two main roads, there were signs saying “(town name)”, “(town name but with extra information)”, “(different town altogether)”, “(town centre)”, and I got confused by the first two signs. All four of them were facing similar directions and I got myself into a muddle. 7am, alone on a Sunday, no idea where I had to go and, Joker, I just wanted you.

I was scared I was gonna miss my shift (by this point I had maybe forty minutes until I had to clock in; I spent a good ten minutes there at the side of the road debating which way to go). Finally, I pulled up a map on my phone and it told me to go straight ahead. So I did. But then on the map, I got lost, and tried to recentre myself according to the map and my surroundings, and got even MORE confused. So I turned around and went back the way I had come, getting more and more stressed and worried. By this stage, I had half an hour to get to work and I was ten minutes away from home… and the distance between my home and the care home is an hour on my usual route. But the map said twenty minutes??? So I got confused and admittedly, scared. I considered just going back home and phoning in sick but I decided to push through. I know I’m an idiot.

So anyway, I then went BACK down that road, kept on going, and found two roads, both of which sounded familiar… but which one to take? So I Googled it again. Changed the locations to recentre more accurately and get updated directions. It said to go one way, but that road was half an hour… I didn’t have that time. The other road was only ten minutes, so I walked up that way and FINALLY made it to a place I knew; five minutes further up the road than my usual bus stop, so I knew where I was and I would be at work on time. Though it was still a fifteen minute walk from that point.

But Christ, going through all that between 7 and 8am on a Sunday when there’s absolutely no one around on a usually super busy set of main roads, no one I could call because my parents were asleep, you weren’t there and I didn’t know if I could call my boss out of hours to ask for help to get to work… it was really stressful and I cried on the way to work, trying so hard to find my way. And I did. The whole time, wanting you right beside me. You would’ve found the way; I overthink too much and you tend to approach things much calmer than I do.

So anyway, what SHOULD have been a thirty minute straight line walk, took me some tears and a whole hour. But I made it.

I told my coworker and boss and they all laughed at me and asked how I had gotten lost. And not to look at road signs next time, just do what I’m told to do. My parents also laughed. Made me feel like an idiot but I guess I am. It IS an easy route, now I know what to do. The first time is always scary.

After my seven hour shift, I did the route again, and it took me the thirty minutes I was told because this time, I knew where I was going. But all that walking… my feet are sore. Luckily for me, again, this has turned a nine hour day into an eight hour one because it’s a half hour walk to work, then a seven hour shift, then a half an hour back, which is much better than an hour walk, then a seven hour shift, then an hour walk back.

For much of the time, I had That’s Life blasting in my headphones because how I can panic too much when songs I associate with you are playing? You kept me calm today. It’s not a huge deal, really, but I genuinely have trouble navigating myself and I get stressed by routine deviations or unexpected events. People never believe me when I say I’ve got such a bad sense of direction that I can and will get lost on a straight line, but this isn’t the first time I’ve managed to do it and I’m sure it won’t be the last, either. Will you come with me next time? I have a few days off before I’m back again, but you know that means being chained to my desk studying.

What about your day, honey? Tell me all about it. I wanna hear what my favourite person has been getting up to. I love you lots and lots.

(NONNIE YOU’RE MAKING ME CRY😭😭 this is so sweet hhhhhhh thank you thank you thank you hasdfghjkl I can hear this in his voice, I’m 😭😭😭😭 your characterisation is gorgeous!😍😍😍)

#self-shipping #erileck

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aerialsquid · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite: Day 17

Day 17: Novel

Took me half the month but we finally arrived at spicy content. A continuation of earlier prompts (One, Two, Three), this contains both Endwalker spoilers (pre-6.2 patch) and M/M/dragon spicy content, along with some voyeurism/exhibitionist themes.

Captain Nahbdeen looked from his satrap, curled up as small as a dragon could curl in the corner of Megadhuta's grand bedroom atop his pile of sturdy cushions, to the Azure Dragoon sitting awkwardly on a stool in the rough clothes he wore underneath his armor.

"Not that I would dare impugn your hospitality, satrap, but it does feel as if I'm the only one in the room whose mood is not 'attending my own execution."

Estinien scowled and shifted in his seat, mumbling something about getting on with it, and Vrtra just looked ashamed of himself. Nahbdeen could have slapped the both of them. Sighing, he crossed the room to sit next to Estinien, who with all the grace of a wary hippo leaned against him.

"I have one request, Vrtra?"

"Aye?"

"I want your gaze on me." He'd nearly said eyes but. Vrtra only had the one these days. "Every moment that we are intimate. If your gaze turns aside or your attention wavers, I will stop immediately. Is that a fair agreement?"

Vrtra's massive head gently bobbed and rose again, though his pose still seemed nervous. "I will agree to this."

"Good," said Nahbdeen, and pulled Estinien in for a kiss. Such an odd pair, these two. Vrtra would be so cautious, getting consent and communication at every step, but Estinien would see such things as insults to his strength that you would even consider you could harm him. The man had no skill for maintaining and establishing boundaries, which was all the more reason Nahbdeen had to be in charge here.

For all his forthrightness, Nahbdeen took them into it slowly. A slow kiss, a caressing of those exquisite cheekbones, a gentle disrobing. He kept Estinien turned around when he can, facing away from him and towards his true lover where he lays curled in the corner, tail lashing the walls. When Estinien gasped at the first trailing of fingers over his cock Nahbdeen saw Vrtra's entire body flinch, and smiled like a fiend at the sight.

A dragon generated eggs from their own aether alone, and they had neither cock nor cunt as mortals knew them. But Nahbdeen had known his satrap too long to not see how even the hungers his body lacked were ones he yearned to indulge in those that had them - that seeing the way the tiny lives around him lit up like brilliant sparks brought him joy like none other.

"Keep a watch on him," he whispers in Estinien's ear. "Don't miss it. You'll be the first man in history to send a dragon into orgasm just from seeing yours."

Estinien tried to grumble that this was nonsense, but then Nahbdeen's hand was on his shaft and his words trailed off into a meaningless babble. Poor man had clearly been touched almost as little as Vrtra, but with so much more pent up behind the floodgates for it.

Once Estinien was fully distracted, kissed and stroked to arousal, Nahbdeen pushed his luck a little further.

"Imagine what that tongue could do to you," he whispered, and the resulting loud moan indicated he'd hit success. Vrtra feared his body would repulse a man who's spent most of his life hunting dragons, but Nahbdeen's suspicion ran true - Estinien was one of the few who could approach Vrtra without fear. Who could know exactly what hurt a dragon and what pleased it, who would not have that scared animal part of their brain shrieking to flee from a greater predator into the safety of a burrow.

"Spread your legs there, man - or should i have him spread them for you? It would take only two claws to part them, he could do it with one hand."

"Fucking Fury–"

"I'm no small man, but he could manhandle you like a doll. He'd be so gentle, so tender." Nahbdeen looked up, just to make sure Vrtra couldn't hear the ideas he was planting into Estinien's head just yet, and the damn bastard was averting his gaze.

"VRTRA."

The name snapped out like a lash across the room as Nahbdeen's stroking hand frozen n place. As if he were one of the Radiant's new recruits, Vrtra's head snapped back to face them.

"I–"

"I told you. You look away, I stop. Are you so distracted you can't even remember one rule?" There was just enough iron in his voice to give Vrtra a bit of guilt, the tone of a disappointed mentor.

"I apologize. It is…this…" His head started to dip again, before Nahbdeen's retort called him to look.

Then Estinien's shaky voice interrupted them. "Vrtra. Please."

"What?" The dragon half-stood, alerted to whatever possible disaster could have caused his mortal even the slightest inconvenience. It took all of Nahbdeen's rigorous self-control not to laugh.

"I–I want you to look. Look at me." Poor man could barely string the words together, and it hadn't helped that Nahbdeen had started to move his hand again. There were Coblyns down in the diamond mines of Ul'dah who were less hard than Estinien in that moment.

Vrtra made a strange swallowing noise that Nahbdeen'd never heard before, and quickly realized was a straight-up Sisters-blessed whimper. The satrap was whimpering.

Nahbdeen wanted to bottle this moment and keep it on his mantlepiece at home. Instead he began to move again, faster now, and it was mere moments before Estinien comes with a roof-shaking shout. From the friction of his thrashing, not to mention his lovely noises, Nahbdeen wasn't far behind, leaving a mess on his backside.

In the quiet left in the wake of it Vrtra stared at the both of them–stared at Estinien adoringly, his perfect treasure, and then intoned to Nahbdeen a gentle thank you that was roughly echoed by Estinien.

Nahbdeen raised his hand and beckoned. "Good. Now you can come pay us back by cleaning this mess off your man."

"Ah, there should be some towels in–"

"Not with a towel."

Yep, he'd be bottling that one too, the look of a dragon utterly pole-axed, then doubly pole-axed at seeing the look Estinien has at the thought of it. Vrtra slowly, gently approached, jaws parted ever so slightly. The warmth of his breath could be felt yalms away against Nahbdeen's bare skin Slowly his head dipped and that great, lovely tongue extended, sliding and coiling across Estinien's thighs. Estinien smiled so softly as he raised a hand to pet that massive head, encouraging Vrtra to continue.

In that moment Nahbdeen was not there at all, bearing silent witness to the adoration between the only two people in the room.

#ffxivwrite2022 #vrtra #estinien wyrmblood #nahbdeen #lemon

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yourmyadorabledarling · 2 years

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first of many saturdays. | mature 18+ optional male lead

Every Saturday date night we argue on and on about where to go we decided movie night at my house this time I have a wave of mixed emotions nervousness , scared , and horny him and I never did anything sexual before just a couple hickies it never went further than that because I wasn’t ready but tonight I am I shaved everyplace I could I wore something I knew he liked and waited for him I was picturing it all in my head getting rammed in the same place for hours and being teased I close my legs together realising I was getting soaked just with my imagination.

“Hello y/n where are you?”, He announced, closing the door behind him.

“Hi baby I’m here” , I responded sweetly in the kitchen he drops all his stuff in the usual corner and gave me a big ole hug.

“Lemme freshen up then i’ll be out”, He said kissing me on the cheek I went into the bedroom turning on the T.V clicking Netflix waiting on my phone I smile seeing him climbing into bed looking comfy in his pj’s his strong and fit build poking through his shirt I can’t help but admire.

“You like what you see?”, He smirks.

“If I didn't, why would I look” , I replied smiling we argued for 10 minutes over a movie we aren’t going to even watch we decided on a chick flick we both love he hates to admit it but he really does enjoy chick flicks while, we are cuddling enjoying ourselves with the room filled with laughs . We immediately turned our head from the sounds from the T.V a sex scene in the movie was playing we got dead silent eyes glued on the T.V lasting a good 3 minutes after I hold him tighter around me kissing him on the lips and getting lower pushing the blanket away from his body I feel his body heat up and seeing it grow and plump through his grey sweats I look up at him.

“Baby can I please touch it I think you need some help?”, I questioned instantly his face got flustered and turned a shade of red I tilt my head hoping for a yes.

“Please do”, he ordered I take off his pants I run my finger through the base rubbing my thumb on the tip which made his feet move I start putting my mouth on it making small licks just for a tease for the base to the tip.

“ Y/n I swear to god if you don-”, he uttered before he could finish I deep throated his whole dick making bobbing motions with my head I loved the way it hit my throat making me choke making me feel suffocated a little all worth especially his moans it I stop deep throating and use my tongue to play with his tip.

“Fuck this feels like so good I love your mouth on it”, he murmurs I smile at him kissing him on the cheek now our legs are tangled together my head is at a constant pace.

“Looking at your face and position makes me want more do you?”, he raises a question along with his eyebrow.

“ Fuck I want us to Fuck”, I said straight up he looks at me shocked then pleased.

“Glad were on the same page”, he hummed.

“Same here”, I spoke I go down to suck his dick more he brings his hand to my chin.

“Let me take care of you baby you’ve done enough” , he shared with a smile he flips me over now me on the bottom he on top hovering over me.

“Take off your clothes it’s in my way”, he stated I started taking off my clothes revealing the lingerie I prepared for tonight.

“Seeing you like I could fuck you for hours you look so pretty are you sure you want to continue with this”, he asked again.

“Yes I am and continue”, I exclaimed he laughs attacking my neck, finding my spot sucking on it which made me whimper which continued making my whole neck covered I guess it’s turtlenecks for a while he goes down lower and lower taking off my undies.

“You don’t need them”, he confirmed I feel something around my pussy.

HIS POV

I put my lips on her pussy, tasting her all over and I was right she is delicious I put my tongue in her hole and moved it freely she jumps and starts moaning, rolling her eyes I look up my baby is so gorgeous right now.

“I barely touched you and your a fucking wet mess hilarious” , I said

I love knowing I'm the reason she’s like this and no one else is making her hips shake Istart sucking her clit and inserting a finger going in and out at this point the room is filled up with moans I start going at a rapid pace inserting another finger in her pussy my fingers start circling in her y/n’s pussy is so pretty a beautiful brown shade soft and thick, feeling her inside is amazing my dick is gonna love this so wet and slippery for me I feel her stomach squeeze in and her hole close up on me so I quickly take them out.

“Holy fuck your pussy was swallowing my fingers” , I said.

“Shit we should have done this sooner”, I said.

“Fuck you for stopping” , I hissed.

“Oh you wanna fuck me?”, he responded smiling.

He flips me and I feel my body melting slowly and heating up again now I’m on top completely naked.

“Mhm they are so cute”, he compliments licking his lips looking at my titties flicking my nipples I moan a little because of his hands.

“Your body is so beautiful I love all your curves and edges”, he smiles I cover my body with my arms and he puts my hands on the side of his body.

“Stop hiding, I've seen your body in many different angles, within this hour ride me already”, he demands.

#kpop imagines #kpop smut #bts army #monsta x #ateez atiny #nct fanfic #tomorrow x together #stray kids #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv scenarios #kpop fanfic

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butterppretzel · 3 years

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#I think my deep rooted need to be passive has just lead to my obsession with dating or being interested in people who are like...narcissists #and all that does is further push me into a corner where I'm scared that if I do something that isn't centered to them it will be bad.#I find joy in doing things for other people to the point where I can't comprehend that I can ask for something to be done for me I guess?#Not to mention that people I like are often people who form quick obsessions with people they like #because I know that I'm only interesting for short amounts of time #and eventually either they'll get sick of me and move on or I'll convince myself I can't message them first because I'm annoying and have #nothing interesting to say #and we stop talking altogether. And with friends it's no big deal because they come and go it be like that #even if I do miss my friends so much #but if I date someone I just feed into their perception of themselves and me that they make in their head so they won't leave.#I guess that makes me a little manipulate? Because I'm just. Feeding their egos and sometimes even just straight up lying to them so they #won't leave me. So they won't get mad at me.#I just hate myself so much for the way that I am but I don't know where to start fixing it because all I know is doing things for other #people #idk im tired #delete later

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hatsukeii · 2 years

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—Nerves.

Genre: angst

Recommended song: Nerves- DPR IAN

Pairing: San x gn!reader

Warnings: None

"Hey."

"How are you doing?"

"Are you doing good?"

"I don't know if you'll listen this voicemail, but I'll send it through anyways."

The sound will come out crackly and distorted, it won't sound remotely like something recorded on a mobile phone. He could've easily done that instead of putting coins into a park payphone at 3am.

"I just wanted to call and say that I... nevermind, I shouldn't say that to you."

San runs a hand through his hair, not sure what he wants to say or do. He told the rest of the group he would be back soon. He said he was taking a walk. That was two hours ago.

"It's been really quiet without you in the dorms, you know. Shiber is still doing okay, if you're curious. I've been cleaning him like you taught me, cold water, detergent, hand wash."

Hongjoong holds San's phone in his hand, scrolling through the lockscreen to an array of unread messages the rest of the group had been sending. The screen is cracked, the sides slightly chipped. Hongjoong doesn't remember that crack being there last week. He does remember a resounding thud coming from the wall next to him last night. He also remembers having to physically force San to stay home and rest two days ago.

"If you ever want to pick your stuff up, I have it in a box next to my bed. Keep the hoodies if you'd like, return them, do what you feel like."

San tries not to cry. It doesn't work. A sob pushes its way out of his throat. He tries to suppress it and makes it worse.

"Fuck."

He brings his sleeve up to his eye, forcefully rubbing them dry. The next round of tears follow without delay.

"I shouldn't be crying on this call right now. I'm sorry."

Hongjoong throws his jacket on. He doesn't know where to look, but he's ready to turn the city upside down to find San.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm sorry."

San still doesn't know what you meant when you told him it wasn't working out. Was it his schedule? His fans? The stress? He was ready to risk it all for you. He still is, but who is there to risk it all for?

"I don't know when you're going to receive this, but I'm doing fine. Don't worry."

He's lying. He hasn't eaten in three days. He's skipped practise, skipped promotions, and has stopped talking altogether. In his defense, he wouldn't have skipped practise and promotions if not for Hongjoong and Seonghwa forcing him to.

"This will be the last time you hear this from me. Or hear anything from me."

San's voice cracks, thinking his words through. He wishes he could say this isn't the last time. He knows it's selfish to do this, but he deems this the best course of action.

"I don't know how you're feeling on the other end, but whatever it is, I want you to know it's not your fault. And if you aren't blaming yourself, keep it that way. If this ending is what makes you satisfied, then let it be. I'm not going to do anything."

This hoodie is ruined. He's going to have to throw it in the wash once he gets back to the dorm. San rubs at his eyes and nose, desperately trying to dry them. It stings, the corners of his eyes burn every time his sleeve rubs at them and bits of skin peel off the bottom of his nose.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you when you needed. If I could, I would go back and fix everything. There are so many things I want to say right now, but I don't think I can ever do it."

Hongjoong speeds down the street, checking the local convenience store San loves. It's empty, the flickering and buzzing of the sign only further irritating him. He thinks he knows where San could be, and bolts down the street to the park.

"I want you to know I'm grateful for the past three years. I don't think I'll ever get the privilege to go through anything like that again, and that scares me."

San's legs are shaking and his breath is going short, he holds himself upright with his free arm pressing against the transparent wall of the booth.

"I want you to be happy. Please be happy for yourself and make the right choices. Don't force yourself into anything, meet new people, just forget about me, because after all, you're the most important person in your life, okay? I'm sorry, I love you."

San's hand goes limp, releasing the phone in his hand. The phone dangles and swings from the rubber coil, crashing into the wall. His legs give out and he crumbles to the ground in defeat. The welled up tears spill down his face, staining everything they come in contact with. He pushes his face into his knees. His arms instinctively wrap around himself, pulling his legs closer to his chest while he cries, and cries, and cries. The phone records it all.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Those two words spill repetitively from his mouth, muffled by the fabric of his pants. He can barely tell what he's trying to say, so he says whatever comes to mind.

Hongjoong watches it all from outside the booth. He walks over, slowly pulling the door open. He doesn't say a word, hanging up the phone for San while he goes on with his string of apologies. He tries to pull his friend up, but he's holding himself too tight.

"San, let's go home."

San isn't sure what home there is to go back to.

tags: @canadianwatermelon @troy-on-sea @bubba-t3a

im honestly not sure who to tag since this is a drabble so i tagged people who i think would like this but dm if you want to be added to taglist for any other works I come out with:> and yes i am still working on the long fic that's gonna take a while though

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #san ateez #san x reader #choi san #ateez headcanons #atz #dpr ian #nerves #songfic #kpop songfic #san angst

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