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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

Word Count: 5K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, mentioned Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, public sex, semi-public sex, edging

All characters are of age/over 18

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 3

It wasn’t right. None of it was. And it shouldn’t have felt like it could be.

But entangled in each other’s arms, their bodies as close as possible, that was how it felt like.

In dreams, everything felt possible. Under the safe shade of slumber, nothing could ever be wrong. She felt warm and protected, comforted under the idea that everything was as it should have been.

Alas, dreams end the second one wakes.

“Did you hear that?” (Y/N) startled awake, her body shooting up at the possibility of someone lurking outside. “Ma Jake!”

His eyes fluttered, exhaustion still weighing on them. Until he too heard what had woken her up. On the outside of the tent, a branch had snapped. This could have easily been gravity’s fault, but it could indicate that someone was approaching and could witness the depravity that had gone down inside (Y/N)’s and Neteyam’s marital nest.

They scrambled to cover themselves, tying their loincloths around their waists, and the girl scattered to dress in a poncho Kiri had gifted her after her rite of passage ceremony — the same night she had been mated to Neteyam. It was a tighter knit than the one the Sully daughter wore and, paired with the necklace her husband had woven for her, it was sure to hide the purple marks that were scattered across her body.

Her heart tightened as she dressed in gifts from her husband and sister-in-law. There she was, trying to hide the aftermath of a crazed morning with Jake using presents his own children had given her. A reminder of the people who would truly get hurt if their entanglement was ever discovered.

Footsteps got closer to (Y/N)’s nest, leaves crunching under their feet. The sound made her heart punishing, loud enough she could hear it in their fluttering ears. The steps were getting closer. Too close. Close enough they would find Jake and the wife of his son together.

Then, they disappeared. It was merely someone passing by. No one had been eavesdropping or spying on them. Just a clan member walking.

“That was close,” Jake chuckled before hugging the shaking girl. “Probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

“Sleep wasn’t the problem, Jake. It was everything else,” she worried. “We need to talk about this. Talk about putting a stop to…”

Jake didn’t want to have that conversation, at least not at that moment. He wanted to savor the moment, savor her for the time he could. “Tonight,” he responded, interrupting her sentence. “We can talk tonight. After dinner.”

“Jake…”

“After dinner.” He made his way to the entrance, stopping at the flap to gift her a smile before exiting. “I promise. Just go about your day, baby girl. We’ll talk later.”

He left a second later, leaving (Y/N) reeling and confused. A million thoughts were running through her head, mostly how everything she had done would devastate the people she loved the most. It was bad enough that she had been unfaithful to her husband, but she could ruin two families because she had made a bad decision.

A bad decision that made her feel so good. A choice that made her thrilled and terrified all at the same time. It filled her with an excitement that took over her completely, body and mind. An overwhelming sensation that clouded all reason.

She was questioning everything, her head drowning in thoughts as she made her way to Mo’at’s tent for her studies. (Y/N) could barely reciprocate the hellos people threw her way as she walked by, too entranced by the thoughts in her mind.

“What is troubling your mind, child?” Mo’at broke her out of her trance, the mixture she had to turn into a paste already past its state. “You have been distracted these past few days.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she responded. She could not leave any space for interpretation. If anyone could read words unsaid, it would be her Tsahik. “I guess I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I think I know why.” (Y/N)’s heart pounded against her chest. Had it been her outside her tent? Could it be that Neytiri’s mother had witnessed her daughter’s husband sleeping with his daughter-in-law? “Your heart is uneasy. You are missing your husband. I know this is the first time he’s been away for so long.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I am missing Neteyam. It’s weird to wake up and not have him there.” Because she was waking up with someone else. “I know seven days is not much, but I’ve always been with him every day for years. I feel like I am going insane without him.”

“Love does make one crazy,” Mo’at chuckled. “It is okay to miss your husband, my child. It is only natural that you’re uneasy when the one you love is away. But your connection with Neteyam is unbreakable. No matter how far he is, or you are, you and that child are always bound to one another. Through Eywa, your souls will forever be affixed together.”

“That is true,” she forced a smile. Though her words were meant to be comforting, they only helped to tighten the coil in her heart. It reminded her of the abominable actions she had participated in. “I just have to hold on for four more days.”

“It is okay to miss Neteyam. Let your heart ache for your husband.” She reached over and placed a hand on (Y/N)’s chest. “Your heart is strong and it calls for him to be near. When you love someone so much even seconds can feel like an eternity when they are far.”

“It makes me feel weak,” (Y/N) confessed. “If I can’t handle him being away for seven days. What will happen if he needs to be away longer? If – Eywa forbid – the sky-people come back and he has to defend our people on long missions? Will I become crazed and reckless?” More than she already had?

“Pray Eywa that day never comes, ‘eveng. But you’ve only been married a year, and you’ve spent your whole life with Neteyam by your side” Mo’at continued. “In time, that twinge in your heart will become easier and easier to bear. When he comes back, talk to him. You’ll find ways to cope with his absence, together. You are a unit now, (Y/N). Bonded, mind, body, and soul, in this life and after.”

“I needed to hear that, ma Mo’at. Irayo si.”

“If you ever need someone to talk to, ʼeveng, know I am here for you,” the woman smiled. “My door is always open for you. No matter what.”

If only she knew. “Thank you,” (Y/N) answered. “I promise to try my hardest to docs on my work. No more liquified mixtures.”

“It’s quite alright, ʼeveng. Kiri made enough yesterday. We can work on something else today.”

Hours passed quickly as (Y/N) put her worries aside and chose to focus on her work. She concentrated on the ingredients before her to make healing ointments, the fabrics they used to wrap wounds, and pushed Jake deep in her head.

And everything was perfectly fine whilst she was safe in the confines of her tsahik’s tent. There she did not have to worry about Jake and his beguiling allure, did not have to worry about his children finding out about them, and definitely did not have to worry about how much she was hurting Neteyam. She could be as oblivious and carefree as she needed to be.

It was easy to ignore her reality when curtained walls separated her from the real world. But time waited for no one, and the sun had started to set signaling the end of her work day. The moment had come to face Jake Sully and his children.

As she walked to the Sully family tent, (Y/N) busied herself by chewing the inside of her cheek. There was no need to be nervous, she thought. Eating meals with the family was something she had done for years. Nothing new.

She could hear their voices from the other side of the tent, sibling squabbles and a reprimanding father. That was their normal, the family she belonged to.

“(Y/N)!!” Tuk exclaimed as the woman walked through the entrance. Forgetting whatever argument she has been involved in with Lo’ak, the younger girl ran to her sister-in-law and wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Tuk,” she smiled. “But I’m here now, and I am starving.”

She looked around the room. Everyone had taken their place around the table, there was only one space available.

“Here, (Y/N),” Jake smirked. “I saved you a seat.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was no plausible excuse not to sit next to him that wouldn’t reveal their complicated relationship. Especially not when Sully’s children held expectant smiles on their faces. Her only choice was to take the place next to Jake.

There wasn’t much space to keep a comfortable distance from the older man. She crossed her legs as she sat next to him, her knee pressed to the skin of his thigh. Warmth spreading through where their bodies touched. Only a grade of their skin, and had already started affecting her.

It shouldn’t have rippled through her the way it had, least of all in front of the family. Still, she couldn’t help the theater that started to pool between her legs. She couldn’t stop the way it coursed through her and filled her with wanton anticipation.

“I’m glad you’ve joined us, (Y/N),” Kiri commented as the girl settled next to Jake. “I know how hard these couple of days have been for you. We all miss Neteyam, but I know it’s worse for you.”

“I don’t miss him,” Lo’ak grinned. “He could stay away for longer if he wanted.”

“Lo’ak,” his sister reprimanded. “He doesn’t mean that. Lo’ak is just jealous Nete got to go on the hunting trip and he didn’t.”

“You still have much to learn, son,” Jake interjected. “And we all know your brother is more experienced in hunting. Soon enough you’ll be able to go on these trips with your mother. For now, it’s Neteyam that helps train the young ones.”

At the mention of her husband’s name, his father placed a hand on (Y/N)’s thigh. Her heart raced and her body tensed. It was a mindless move, too daring to do in front of his family. But he continued to move it higher and higher across the valley of her skin

To her, it was a brash touch. A careless decision on his part. To him, it was calculated. He was testing her reactions. Jake wanted to see just how far he could take it before she broke. Test how long she could keep herself composed before she was pleading to him to take her. The daringness of doing it in front of his family only worked to add to the thrill of the moment.

“But I know (Y/N) here missed Neteyam just a bit more than all of us,” Jake said. His hand was centimeters away from her core, reaching for her heat slowly. One more slide and his pinkie could slide under her loincloth, shielded by their table. ‘I’m sure it’s just as much as I miss Neytiri. Everything is difficult when your mate is away. One day you’ll all understand that.”

“At least you still got us, (Y/N),” Lo’ak chuckled. “We’ll keep you busy until Neteyam comes back.”

His boyish behavior helped the ache in her body, grounding her in the reality of the moment. She grasped Jake’s hand before it could get any closer, giving it a warning squeeze. This couldn’t happen. Not here.

But Jake was nothing but persistent. He escaped (Y/N)’s grasp and continued his exploration. His hand pushed her loincloth aside and found her wetness. Just like he knew she’d be, she was drenched.

“Exactly, son,” he smirked. He had gathered her slick and started teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs. (Y/N)’s hand gripped his wrist tightly, trying with all of her might to push him away. But his determination was stronger than her will. “We’re here for whatever you need, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) forced a painful smile to share with the family, her strength reserved to hide the fact that their father was touching her under the table and sending waves of pleasure through her body. His fingers caressed her clit, alternating speeds to tease the girl. It was a game to him, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it.

The family continued eating and chattering, focused on their sibling quarrels and the spread before them. (Y/N) tried her best to focus as well, adding commentary here and there, and munching on the food before her. But her concentration fell into swallowing down moans and groans as Jake continued his attack. He brought her close enough to her peak, only to remove his hands and bring her down. Simply to ambush her again and repeat the process.

Yet, her body was starting to betray her. She had to hold her over-excited tail, keep her ears from fluttering, and steady her breathing as best as she could. She felt like a bubble filling and filling with air, threatening to burst at any point. And Jake did nothing more but smirk the whole time.

The music was building inside her. The crescendo of another orgasm reaching its limit. Jake could already tell. He had started to learn her tells, how her body spoke when they were together. He pressed on. The circling of her clit grew faster and faster, gathering her essence to glide over it easily.

His ministrations siphoned a moan from her as he allowed her to finish… right there… in front of the family. Thankfully, she was quick enough to hide it with a loud cough, throwing her head forward and hiding it with one of her arms.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Tuk questioned, passing her a cup of water.

“Uh, just fine,” (Y/N) smiled. They were all oblivious to what their father had done as he placed a concerned mask on his face. “Food just went down the wrong pipe.”

Jake removed his hand from between her legs, using it to pat her on the back. If there was one thing he was good at, it was functioning perfectly under pressure.

He made sure the fingers he’d placed on her didn’t make contact with her skin. After pretending he was helping her, he made sure she was watching as he placed those same digits into his mouth. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored her taste on his fingers.

“I know the food is good, but you gotta be careful, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Is it me or is this the sweetest utumauti we’ve ever had?”

“Must be yours dad,” Lo’ak answered. “Mine taste like always.”

“You might be right, son. Might be mine.”

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. With everyone keeping their hands to themselves, (Y/N) found the remnant of her time there comforting. Being around the family always made her feel elated. Having lost her mother at a young age and her father a few years back, the Sullys had taken her under their wing, in more ways than one.

She was saying her goodbyes to the Tuk after agreeing to spend the next day with Kiri and Lo’ak once her duties were completed when she felt Jake’s figure behind her. He towered over her, the warmth from his body reaching her without a single touch.

“Alright, gang. I’m gonna take (Y/N) back to her tent,” Jake announced to his family, only he and (Y/N) knew the intent behind his words. “Then, I have some things I have to do. Might end up crashing on a snonivi to not wake you guys. Don’t wait up, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” they all chorused.

The name sent shivers through (Y/N)’s body. The same name she had moaned against his ear as he filled her. It was a sign of respect from the children, but it was a filthy name she got to call him.

They walked in silence to her nest, careful of their steps. The night had already crept around the village and many peacefully slept. The sounds of a few people talking mixed with the whistling of the wind filled the gaps in the quiet, not many were still awake. The air was warm and comfortable laced with something (Y/N) couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Until Jake pushed her against a tree in a secluded area that is.

Her skin was buzzing as Jake kissed her roughly, his hand gripping at her waist as he pushed her deeper into the tree. The bark was rough against the skin of her back, leaving red and angry scratches on her back. She held onto his neck, needing any support to stabilize her body against the attack.

“Jake,” she struggled out. His lips focused only on hers. “Ma Jake, we can’t do this here.”

“There’s no one around, baby girl,” he groaned in her ear. He took her hand and guided it onto the hardened member that was tenting his loincloth. “I can’t wait. I don’t wanna wait.”

“Anyone could catch us. Rutxe, ma Jake. We’re almost there.”

“I want you here and now, (Y/N).” His tone was menacing, but not threatening. He was establishing dominance, he was showing her who was the one calling the shots. “And I know you do too. Remember I can smell you, baby girl. I know you didn’t get enough at dinner.”

A whimper left her mouth as Jake snaked his hand between her legs, witnessing what he had already done to her. She was putty in his hands. A single touch had her knee buckling, her hands gripping tightly onto his arms. He pushed his fingers into her, stretching her out without much preamble. No gentleness, no decorum.

He thrust quickly into her, curling the tip of his three fingers to attack her bundle nerves from the inside as his thumb worked it from the outside. It was an onslaught of pleasure to her body that had her biting down on her lower lip to camouflage the moans that threatened to spill out.

Her arousal mixed with the danger of not only being caught with Jake, but being caught out in the open with him. She should not have been that excited to have her father-in-law’s fingers inside her whilst any clan member, even his own children, could catch them in the act. Adrenaline, cortisol, and the strongest fervor ransacked her body.

Jake felt her walls clenching around him as his pace quickened, his fingers chasing her climax. His yellow eyes were focused on her face. Her tightly shut eyes, the red hue that overtook her blue skin, her lowered ears, and the droplet of blood that had formed from biting her lip.

He knew she wanted to scream and yell out just how good he could make her feel. And he wished he could hear her. He wanted nothing more than to have her moans fill his ears, her whines and whimpers making them flicker. Instead, he crashed his lips onto her, his tongue licking across her bottom one. Pressed against him, she let out her sounds, muffled into his mouth.

She came around his fingers, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt her body grow weak. Out there, where anyone could see, she had orgasmed with her chief’s fingers buried deep inside her.

“I know you’re not yet spent,” he chuckled against her. “You’ve got more in you, baby girl.”

He flipped her over, pressing her chest onto the tree. His hands roamed her body, tracing the expanse of it with his fingers. As he pushed her loincloth to the side with one hand, he grabbed himself with the other. He aligned himself with her entrance, chuckling at the look of surprise that spread across (Y/N)’s eyes.

“Ready?” The question was a formality. He was not asking her, not really. Jake was reminding her who was in control, whose will was being fulfilled.

In one thrust, his length spread her folds and he was buried to the hilt. His ships pressed against her skin, her tightness enveloping him fully. As he groaned quietly at the feeling of her walls around him, (Y/N) found herself slapping a hand on her mouth to swallow the moan she felt at the stretch.

Her body was growing used to having him inside. His size tested her to new lengths, filling her insides entirely. He made her feel erratic and injudicious. Whenever he was near her, she threw all caution to the wind. All the worries that clouded her mind when they were apart seemed to dissipate the second his hands were on her.

His pace was relentless and messy. His hips met her backside harshly, the sounds of their skin swallowed only by the call of the wind dancing through the branches of the trees. He gripped her hips strongly, chasing his own finish as fast as he could. He was desperate and extremely aroused. All he could think of at that moment was his own finish.

Spending the whole day apart had birthed a deep want inside him that could only be satiated by (Y/N). He had spent his time with flashes of their encounters firing inside his head, the pressure in his stomach tightening at every scene. Her smell was eternally permeated in his nostrils, the feel of her skin tingling across his palms, the feeling of her clenching walls hugged him. She was intoxicating and he was insatiable. He only had three more days with her and he would take advantage of every second.

“I’m so close, baby girl,” he whispered against her ear. “I know you are too. I can feel you.

(Y/N) whimpered in response. Jake was right. As much as she wanted to pretend that he didn’t know her body, he had learned everything about it in very little time. She could feel the way her own body reacted to him, the way she tightened against him, the way she drenched at the mere thought of having him inside her. It was an experience she never thought she would have with someone that wasn’t Neteyam.

His hand circled her body, two of his fingers assaulting her aching bud to push her climax over the top. He circled and massaged the bundle of nerves as quickly as he pistoned into her. His chest heaved with his sharp breaths. The hand he kept on her hip dug into her soft skin, denting its way into it. Their tails were entangled with one another, pushing the other closer together.

It didn’t take long for Jake to bottom out inside her, his seed once more mixing with her essence – a reoccurring and now natural occurrence to them. His body slumped against her, his arms wrapping around her waist to stabilize her body. Their breathings were matched, the sweat on their bodies glistened, their arms and tails enveloping them close.

“We should… we should go,” (Y/N) breathed. “We can’t get caught here, Jake. Let’s go.”

“Yes, we should,” he grinned. “Because I’m not done with you just yet.”

Jake grabbed her hand, leading her quickly to her nest. For them, the night had just started. They walked fast, jumping over branches and dodging tents and hammocks. Until they finally reached the privacy of her nest.

Before the entrance flap was fully closed, Jake attacked her lips with his. He devoured her mouth and explored her, only breaking the kiss to remove the three pieces of clothing that covered her body. Pieces that had such strong sentimental value, mindlessly scattered on the ground. Discarded like unnecessary obstacles that stood in the way of their main objective instead of the meaningful items they were.

“Wait, wait, sir,” she panted. “We need to talk. We have to talk.”

“Not now, little one,” Jake groaned. “Let’s just enjoy this – enjoy us. We don’t have much time left, and I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”

“But…”

“No buts, (Y/N).” He was frustrated – sexually and mentally. He was sure of what he wanted at that moment. He knew he wanted her. “I told you this morning. If you don’t want this, if you want me to go, just tell me.”

“That’s not what I want. I don’t want you to go. But I think…”

“Stop thinking, (Y/N)!” His voice boomed, exasperation laced with his words. But as she flinched slightly at his tone, his eyes grew softer. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her. Jake placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running over her cheek comfortingly. “I’m sorry. We just have our hours counted, baby girl. I don’t want to waste them talking about what we both know inevitably will happen.”

“Three days then,” she conceded. “In three days we have to talk about this.”

“Yes! Three days.” He pecked her lips, a smile spreading on his face. “I promise in three days we’ll talk all you want, but let’s enjoy our time now without worrying about the future. So, can we just have these moments? Even if we’re delusional enough to think everything is normal between us. Can we just pretend?”

“Yes, we can,” she returned the smile. “Now, kiss me.”

She stood on her tiptoes to crash her lips onto his, her hands placed at both sides of his face to pull him to her. He was right, she thought. It did not matter how much they talked about it or how she didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of what they were doing. The deed had already been done and she had loved it. Talking would never turn back time nor would it ever smother the flame that had ignited inside her.

Jake placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist. Their kiss was feverish and needy. No matter how much they pushed against each other it simply didn’t feel close enough. Their tongues fought for dominance, sliding in synchronization against each other.

“Goddess, I need to be inside you. Now,” he said as he lowered her onto the mat, her back against the sheets.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

With a smirk on his face, Jake wasted no time using his cock to spread her open, their recent releases aiding as he glided into her. His eyes fell closed as he felt her around him again, the overwhelming feeling of her tightness still as fresh as their first time. He felt himself freeze, relishing in the sensation.

(Y/N) took this as an opportunity to start their pace, grinding down on him at a slow pace – the position was not good enough to go faster. She took advantage of his surprise to switch their positions, his back thudding onto the mattress as her legs straddled his lap.

“You’re learning,” Jake chuckled.

A chuckle she returned as she said, “I’ve got a great teacher.”

She stabilized herself with his chest, riding him at a faster tempo than she started. Now, she was the one chasing her climax, the need inside her growing with every second that passed. She knew it wouldn’t take long. Her clit grazed against his pelvis, her insides spasming as she rode him. This orgasm was for her only, for her own pleasure. The hardness inside her would have to wait for the next one.

A couple of more bounces and she felt her new climax joining the ones that were already inside her, the wetness dribbling down his cock as it ran out of space inside her. Her third finish of the night ransacked through her body as she collapsed onto Jake’s chest, breathless and in ecstasy. She was tired – exhausted – but she knew she had at least one more inside her. As soon as she got the slightest bit of energy back.

“You can’t have reached your cap yet, (Y/N),” Jake panted, her wetness still engulfing him. “I didn’t get to finish.”

“I just… I just need a minute,” she breathed.

“No worries, all I need is for you to hold on.”

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, their chests pressed together as he angled his hips upward and continued the attack. He slammed into her, pushing them both past their bodies’ capabilities, edged on by the moans and whimpers she sang into his ears. The most beautiful sound they had heard.

He rutted into her, faster and faster as he felt the usual tightening that signifies the closeness of his ends. And as much as he felt that he was in a position of dominance because he was the one setting the pace, it was the clenching of her insides that had all the power.

As she came, her cunt contracting against his cock, so did he. Their releases combined and seeped out of her, darkening the sheets under them. They were panting and sweaty, delighting in the pleasure of their aftermath.

At that moment, as their bodies recuperated from the onslaught of physical activities, Jake couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful she was. He cradled her face and met her in a soft kiss, the softest yet.

When he released her, he noticed streaks going down her cheeks where tears had fallen at some point. He wiped them away with his thumb, kissing each of her eyes before enveloping in a tight hug. She molded into his body, fitting perfectly between his arms. Her head pressed to his chest, her ears capturing the sound of his heartbeat.

Ba dump.

It echoed the sound of her own and she wondered if his heart ached just like hers. As he slung the sheets over them, still buried inside her, she wanted to know if he hurt every time he thought of his mate, just like she did. If their hearts could beat at the same rhythm, maybe they could be in pain at the same time.

“Stop thinking, little one,” he whispered. His hands smoothed down her hair. “Enjoy the present. We won’t have it for long.”

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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Third-Date-Curse Part II

Read part I here

Request: Hey there!! I loooove your fics 🥺 is there any chance you could write a sequel to "third date curse" where they take her on the date?? That would be soooo sweet 🥺 Ty!!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Note: this is just fluff, nothing very exciting happens. The Winchesters and Castiel take the reader out on three dates to cheer her up and make her feel loved.

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When [Y/N] woke up the following morning, she felt a little bit sad again. She lay in bed for awhile, just staring at the ceiling and wondering if she'd ever meet someone who just really wanted to get to know her. She reached over to her phone to check the time when she saw an unread message from Ross, sending a wave of anxiety through her. With slightly shaky fingers, she opened the message.

2:17am: Ross: whered you gooo? Im stilk at tre bar

2:19am: Ross: helloooo

2:22am: Ross: you know what? Your hot but not that hot lol im goikng back to my hotter date

There were more drunken messages from Ross talking about his new date, but she deleted the conversation history and blocked him before throwing her phone down the end of her bed and throwing her head back onto her pillow. Was she not interesting enough? Funny enough? Why did men not seem interested in her past the third date? She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and was pulled from her thoughts by a knock on the door. She sat up quickly and wiped the tear away before clearing her throat. "It's open". She called out. The door creeked open and Dean stepped in.

"Good morning". He smiled at her and walked over to the bed. "May I?" He pointed to a spot on the edge of her bed and she nodded, so he sat down. "How are you holding up?" He asked, noticing that her eyes were watery. She just shrugged and looked down, letting another tear spill over. "Hey, that lawyer dick isn't worth your tears". He reached over and wiped the tear away with his thumb, before lifting her chin up to make her look at him. "Have you forgotten about our date today? It's already 11am, we're gonna leave in an hour. Why don't you hop into the shower and get ready, you can find us in the kitchen after". He stood up from the bed and looked down at her. "Sam said you can use his special conditioner". He winked at her and earned a giggle before he left her to get ready.

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After her shower she decided to wear a nice and light sundress, it was summer and it was going to be hot out. She didn't bother with make up but she did spend some time in the mirror getting her hair to sit as she liked it. Once she was ready, she took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen. All three of them were at the table talking amongst themselves when Sam looked up and smiled at her. They were all dressed well; Cas in his usual suit and trenchoat, Sam in a well fitted shirt, and Dean in his blue flannel that [Y/N] had been known to steal on occasion since it was her favourite. "Hey, ready for our date?" Sam asked as he stood up and made his way to her, engulfing her in one of his bear-hugs. She nodded and looked up at him, leaning her chin against his chest as he held her tight.

"I think so, what are we doing first?"

"Well we were going to go for a drive first, but you never had breakfast, so we're gonna eat, then head out on a drive". Dean's voice called [Y/N]'s attention away from Sam, and she stood back to see that the table was full of all of her favourite brunch foods.

"Wow, this is a lot guys". She laughed as she took a seat next to Dean. He chuckled and nudged her with his shoulder.

"Don't worry, we're gonna help you get through it". [Y/N] took a plate and helped herself to one of everything on the table, and true to his word, the boys made sure nothing went to waste. They laughed and chatted about the day ahead, and [Y/N] felt all the sadness, anxiety, and loneliness she had been feeling when she woke up melt into excitement for the day ahead. They wouldn't let her help clean up when they finished, they told her to just sit and relax and let them do everything.

She knew they were serious about the date when Dean insisted she ride shotgun for the drive, and let her choose the music. "Today is about you Sweetheart". He winked at her and patted her thigh before driving out of the bunker's garage. Sam had picked out a nice little cafe in a town a couple of hours away, and that's where they were headed on their drive. [Y/N] had her window down and was enjoying the summer breeze in her hair, listening to her music and the voices of the three most important people in her life. She closed her eyes as Dean was excitingly recounting an old western movie he'd watched the previous week. She didn't want to let the moment pass too quickly, she wanted to enjoy every sound, smell, and feeling of what she knew would become a precious memory.

They pulled up outside a small little cafe, and just before Dean turned off the engine, Sam tapped [Y/N]'s shoulder from behind in the backseat. "Don't get out of the car yet". He said as he opened his door to step out. She sat there and looked to Dean but he only smirked at her before getting out of the car himself, followed also by Cas. She turned around to watch Sam open her door and extend his hand to her. "Ready for the first date of the day?" He asked with a smile. [Y/N] laughed and took his hand. He pulled her from the car and grabbed her waist to move her around him so she was standing between him and Cas, with Dean already walking towards the café. Sam closed the car door and pressed his hand against her lower back to guide her towards the front door, which Dean held open for her.

"You're all so chivalrous today". She giggled as Cas took her jacket from her before she sat down.

"This is our first date, have to make a good impression". Dean smiled at her as he sat down opposite her in a small booth, Sam beside him and Cas beside her. "Pick out whatever you want, it's on us". Dean said to her as she looked over the menu, the pancakes sticking out to her the most. He didn't even try to flirt with the waitress when she came over to take their order, all three of them were focusing solely on [Y/N]. They asked her all sorts of questions as if this was the first time they'd met her; her favourite colour, food, where she grew up, about her family, her favourite type of hunt. Everything was about her. They ordered their coffees and [Y/N] ordered the pancakes, but shared them with the boys since she was pretty full from their earlier brunch. She felt herself properly relax for the first time in a long time; there was no monster, no one worrying about anyone since they were all there, and no anxiety around the date since these were the most important people in [Y/N]'s life and she felt entirely comfortable with all three of them.

Once they finished up, Cas stood up and held out his hand for [Y/N] to help her up. "Here you go". He said as he held out her jacket and helped her back into it. "Are you warm enough in that?"

"Yeah, it's pretty warm out, thanks Cas". She leaned over and kissed his cheek, and he looked over to the Winchesters awkwardly with a little blush on his cheeks as they both chuckled at his reaction.

"Alright, onto date number two". Dean clapped his hands and started to walk towards the cafe's door.

"What's date number two?" [Y/N] asked Cas as they all followed Dean.

"Movie and dinner. We found a showing of your favourite movie, it's a two hour drive but don't worry, I brought snacks for you". He looked genuinely concerned that she may be hungry during the two hour trip, despite the brunch and pancakes they'd just had and she couldn't help but feel good from how much he cared. Cas opened the passenger door for her and she slid in beside Dean while Cas and Sam got into the back. Dean turned her music back on and they set off to their second date of the day, which she was very excited for.

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Sam bought the tickets and some popcorn for all of them when they got there. It was a small theatre, and they were the only people there. She sat between Sam and Dean with the popcorn in her lap. They reached across her the entire time eating the popcorn, and she enjoyed listening to their laughs as they watched the movie. Dean did the 'yawn and stretch' move about half way in, tucking his arm around her shoulders, which she gladly accepted and leaned her head on his shoulder. His fingers lightly ran up and down her arm absentmindedly for the rest of the movie, and she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when he stopped as the credits rolled.

"Come on, time for food". Dean helped her up and ushered her back out to the car. "It's only a short drive to the diner, but we were thinking that since it's still bright and warm out, we could take the food to a nearby lake and have an evening picnic?" Dean asked her as he started up the car.

"You've all put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" She asked, first looking at Dean and then turning around to Sam and Cas who were both smiling and shrugged at her.

"You deserve a lot of thought [Y/N]". Cas said, and she smiled at him.

"You three are my favourite people in the whole world".

***

Dean had taken all of their orders and had run into the diner to get the food while [Y/N] chatted with Sam and Cas in the car. It was evening now but the sun was still hot, which didn't stop Cas from asking her several more times if she was warm enough in her dress and jacket. Sam had found a small nearby lake which he said should be nice for sitting by. Once they arrived, Cas opened the door for her and helped her out while Sam and Dean laid out a blanket and the food on the grass beside the lake. There was no one else around and the trees around them blocked out any sound of traffic. The lake was calm, and the sun, although it was still out, was now low enough that its reflection glittered on the small ripples in the water. It was quiet apart from the sounds of their voices. The boys all got lost in a conversation about one of the first hunts they had gone on together, and [Y/N] lay down with her head in Sam's lap just enjoying the story they were telling. Sam was combing her hair with his fingers as he told his side of the story, and [Y/N] closed her eyes, just letting herself relax.

"Before you fall asleep there, we need to break this third-date-curse of yours". Dean's voice brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as he stood over her with his hand stretched out. She took it while Sam helped her up too. "Ready for date number three?" Dean asked her.

"What is date number three?" She fixed her dress as the boys started to clean up the picnic supplies. She noticed that the sun had now set and the light was quickly disappearing.

"Just drinks, there's a bar not far from here". Sam said with a warm smile. They all piled back into the car and Dean drove the ten minutes to a small bar. As they stepped inside, the dimly lit room's only source of light was from the flickering candlelight on the tables. The murmurs of conversations and clinking glasses created a warm atmosphere. They made their way to a free table and Sam pulled out a chair for [Y/N], she smiled at him in thanks and he pushed her in once she'd sat down. As Sam helped get [Y/N] settled in, Dean made his way to the bar, ordering their usual drinks. As he leaned against the counter waiting, his gaze drifted back to Sam and [Y/N], watching the sweet moment they shared. A soft smile curved Dean's lips, acknowledging the gentleness that [Y/N] brought out not only in Sam, but in all of them. Today made him appreciate her even more. He knew she needed this, but she didn't know that they all needed this too. It was definitely a nice break from hunting.

They chatted and laughed late into the night, until the bar was closing. [Y/N]'s cheeks ached from the smile she had been wearing all day, and she felt quite sleepy now. It was only when the bartender told them that he was closing up that they realised they were the last people there. "Alright, it's a long enough drive back to the bunker, let's get going". Dean said as Sam pulled back [Y/N]'s chair and helped her up. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, not drunk but not quite able to keep up with the Winchesters or an angel when it came to alcohol. She tripped over her own feet as she took a step towards the door, but Sam caught her before she hit the ground. She started to giggle at her own clumsiness and she felt Sam chuckle deep in his chest. She thought he was helping her stand back up when he scooped her up in his arms and held her to his chest. She giggled again and leaned her head against his chest and he looked down at her fondly before carrying her outside. As soon as the door opened and the cool night air hit her face, she began to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Cas asked her once again as they approached the car. She looked at him from Sam's arms and nodded, her teeth chattering. "Here, take this". He said as he took off his trenchcoat. Sam set her down and held her steady in front of the car as Cas helped her into the coat. "Is that better?" He asked, his face full of concern. She nodded again, and taking Sam by surprise since he was holding her shoulders, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Cas' neck.

"I love you. You take such good care of me". Cas looked to Sam, his face clearly showing that he had no idea what to do. Sam just chuckled, and Cas turned to look over at Dean who was laughing too. Cas looked down at her to see she was smiling up at him, so he relaxed and smiled back, wrapping his arms around her too.

"You wanna sit with Cas in the back for the ride home?" Sam asked, and she nodded quickly. "Okay, let's get you in". He opened the door and she let go of Cas. Sam helped her into the back of the car and Cas got in the other side. Once he'd closed his door, [Y/N] moved over and leaned her head on his shoulder. Only five minutes into the drive and [Y/N] was fast asleep on Cas, with his arm wrapped around her.

***

When she woke up she could hear low voices, and a soft vibration against her ear. Opening her eyes and looking up, she saw Dean. Dean was carrying her and talking to someone in front of them. "Hey". She said, and he looked down at her and smiled.

"Hey Sweetheart, we're home".

"I feel comfy".

"You do?" Dean chuckled and she nodded, leaning her head back against his chest. "I'm sure you'll be even comfier in your bed". He said before he stopped walking. "Can you get the door Sammy?" She heard a door open and Dean started to walk again. He slowly sat her down onto the bed and took Cas' coat off her. She yawned as he pulled her arm out through one of the sleeves. "Sleepy?" He asked and she nodded. "It was a long day alright. Hey Sam can you grab those pyjamas on her desk over there?" Sam set pyjama shorts and a t-shirt down on the bed. "Alright, time to stand up". [Y/N] groaned as he pulled her up to her feet, but Sam helped her keep steady again with his hand on her shoulder. Dean took the shorts and crouched down to her feet, and she leaned her hands on his shoulders as she stepped into them. With a little help for balance, she pulled them up under her dress and then slowly turned around to pull her dress off so she could get the top on. She got caught half-way through with her dress stuck over her head, but Dean quickly helped her pull it off and pulled the t-shirt over her head before turning her around so she was facing them again.

"Flannel". She mumbled.

"What?"

"Your blue flannel, I want it". She was still standing up but had closed her eyes. Dean quickly took his flannel off and helped her into it while Sam watched with amusement. She seemed happy with that, and fell back onto the bed, earning a chuckle from both of the boys just as Cas walked into the room.

"Is she asleep? I brought her some water". He said as he put the glass on her bedside table and put his coat back in.

"I'm awake". She said from the bed, her eyes still closed. Dean pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in before leaving a kiss on her forehead and earning a smile from her.

"You broke the third-date-curse". She said, and Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a smile. Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I hope you enjoyed your dates today, I know we did". He whispered to her and she eagerly nodded. Cas was last to leaned over her and he kissed her cheek.

"Maybe we should set time aside to have regular dates". He said, which she also nodded to straight away before drifting off to sleep, finally no longer able to fight against the tireness. It had been a long day, the memory of Ross long gone and replaced by the sounds of laughter from the three men who were currently looking at her with adoration. All three of them felt less burdened and more relaxed after their day, all happy that she was happy, and all appreciative that they could lean on each other for support and comfort when they needed to.

The end

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arknights-imagines · 2 years

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hi it’s nice to see you back! i hope you’re enjoying is2 🐈‍⬛ can i request an imagine where phantom regains his self once he sees his beloved s/o coming to rescue him? they’re so worried and scared for him that he feels extremely guilty but i would like to see a little personal reunion between them!! 🥹

Hiya anon 💕!! Tysm for your request and for your kindness, I'm enjoying Integrated Strategies 2 a lot aaa 🥳 the theme is v awesome and it's super fun!

Phantom has definitely grown on me v much since I first encountered his character and first wrote for him 👉👈! I also happen to be a huge fan of the original 'Phantom of the Opera' musical which is probably also why I came to love him lots lolol 💞~

I absolutely loved your idea omg anon, v soft but also potential for lots of emotions 😭🥺 So ty for sending it in!!

(I also wanted to mention that - along with the soundtrack for 'Phantom of the Opera' - I listened to 'Two Slow Dancers' by Mitski on repeat while working on this as I think it fits the piece well sbdjsb~)

Anywho, I really hope you and everyone else enjoys 💕👉👈!!!

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Rescue Him

Imagine format; mixed perspectives between the Operator and the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Phantom, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, spoliers regarding Phantom's past and events of Phantom and Crimson Solitaire, established relationship, Phantom addresses the reader by the nickname "little kitten", Shalem as a background character, fear, brief mentions of death, talk of self-loathing, lots and and lots of emotions from both Phantom and reader sbzjsb, hurt and comfort with a soft ending 🥺!!

Word count: 2.3k!

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Phantom - no, the Blood Diamond of the Crimson Troupe -, his body was a puppet on strings. The curtain parted as he entered the stage; dressed in an ostentatious outfit of red and black, face hidden by his distinctive white mask, and eyes glowing with indescribable malice.

A reverberating voice from overhead began its announcement, “The time has come. The red moon is here. The stringed puppets are all dancing. All for the most supreme art. Now go, my ‘Blood Diamond’, go. They are the audience you have eagerly awaited.” The spotlight fell upon the Feline, all the eyes in the room drew to him. His movements weren't his own as he slowly lifted his arm and began to summon his Arts. The stage and all surrounding it was ready, he was ready.

A commotion from his audience took the Blood Diamond’s attention. There, you stood far from the stage with your weapon in hand, surrounded by your squadmates all immobilized by shock, and Shalem’s hand holding your wrist tightly to prevent you from moving. For a moment - just a moment - you all simply stared at the Feline, wide-eyed and transfixed.

You had stepped into the Castle with not an ounce of hesitation. You had stood before its gates, posture firm like a commander, or the confident lead actor of a play, perhaps; when you had moved forward, the rest of the Squad had followed behind. You had persisted through a near-endless traverse through the Castle, ignoring your aching, worry-riven heart, with the only thought in your mind being to find him and return him to Rhodes Island safely.

Now, however; as the Blood Diamond stared directly into you, his irises darkened by malevolence, fear took hold of your entire being and shattered any semblance of bravery you had left with its claws.

Shalem opened his mouth and attempted to tell something to you, but he wasn’t able to say a word. In a flash of movement you tore your arm from his hand, let your weapon drop to the floor, and began sprinting towards the stage.

The Blood Diamond’s eyes remained on you as you quickly approached. Your hand outstretched to him and your lips moved, ‘Phantom’, however your voice failed you and only produced something just barely above a whisper. Before you could come any closer, Shalem rushed forward and hurried to wrap his arms around your form, preventing you from moving.

The Feline made no reaction at you - not even a slight furrow of his brow or miniscule twitch of his lynx ears - as a heart-wrenching dread fell upon your facial expression. He only tore his gaze away from yourself and Shalem; something deep within his chest couldn’t bear to look for any longer.

His Arts leaving flickers of crimson behind and the spotlight following after him, the Blood Diamond descended from the stage. As he neared you, his eyes squeezed shut; he prepared to finally strike, to sing.

It was only then that you finally found your voice again - “Phantom! Please, it’s me!!” You yelled suddenly, words leaving your throat shakily and breaking by the end of your sentence. The Feline before you froze; his lips fell agape, his eyes snapped open, then his gaze immediately fixed onto you.

You were struggling against Shalem and desperately trying to rush towards him instead, your face confused and twisted in affliction, as if seeing him like he was inflicted physical wounds on you. “Phantom!!” You tried again, louder this time, and your eyes began to fill with tears - when they spilt onto your cheeks, the Blood Diamond’s heart suddenly surged.

What was he doing? Why were you here?

With that, his mind rapidly became a scrambled cacophony, dissonance between his own thoughts and a voice in his head that wasn't his own causing pain to rush to his temples. His breathing became uneven and his heartbeat was now deafening in his ears.

This was not who he was, was it?

Though he made an effort to resist, whatever was possessing him forced him to step forward, to follow the script; the Feline’s motions were strained when he raised his hand to at last strike down with his Arts and prepared his voice to sing.

Then - as his mouth parted to release the first note - in a last attempt, you cried out, “LUCIEN!!”

The name - his name - from your lips was a blade, finally cutting the Blood Diamond away from the strings controlling him. The hostility flickered from his eyes, he covered a hand over his mouth, the crimson Arts surrounding him dissipated; he returned to you, once again becoming himself. Phantom collapsed to his knees.

A silence rested upon the entire room, slowly. Your chest ached from the assault of your hammering heart, your face was wet with tears; you silently begged this to be truly over and not be another one of the Castle’s hallucinations. Shalem and yourself became utterly still, both your eyes fixed raptly to the Feline on the floor. He wearily lifted his head, then a raspy and quiet whisper came from his lips, “...little kitten?”

You were certain you had never moved so fast in your life.

Breaking out of Shalem’s hold, you rushed towards Phantom and fell to the ground right in front of him, “Lucien! I’m right here- I’m here!” You took his cheeks into your hands, unbelievably gentle. Hastily, you removed his white mask from his face and discarded it to the floor; the moment your gaze locked to his, your uneven heartbeat calmed and relief melted onto your facial expression then down your body. The Feline’s copper eyes were soft, tender - albeit slightly glazed over -, and most importantly, familiar and truly his. The hint of a smile came to your lips, “...You’re back.”

Phantom rested against your affectionate touch, placing one of his own hands over yours and answering quietly, “Yes…Yes, I’m with you…it is over-” His sentence was cut off by a rough cough, which quickly evolved into a fit of hacks and gasps that ripped through his body, “Ack- my…my throat, little kitten-” Pressing on the Originium crystal in his pharynx with one hand, he shakily attempted to grab at something attached to your belt with the other - an Oripathy Infection monitor.

You jolted, snapping into motion. After taking the Infection monitor off your belt and in your hand, you used a moment to remove the broken remnants of his previous one from his neck; you brought the device close, and Phantom’s hands guided your own and assisted you in clasping it around his throat. It locked shut with a ‘click’, firmly suppressing the Originium Crystal.

Intertwining both of his hands with your own, you waited for his coughing to cease. When it did, you piped up softly, “Is that better? A-Are you okay?” He nodded in response, “I’m fine, I thank you greatly.” With his composure regained enough, he focused his gaze on your face - a choice which he was quick to regret, as he felt his heart sink to the floor at the sight.

The relief on your expression had been immense, however it was merely ephemeral. Now, your facial features were trembling and your eyes were becoming tearful once more; though it was fading, the fear that had gripped you just moments before still clutched onto your body. The Feline felt the tremors in your hands - your hands that were so tightly squeezing onto his, as if he would vanish if you were to let go.

“L-Lucien…I-” When you couldn’t restrain your emotions any longer, small sobs racked through your body and tears quickly fell down your cheeks - Phantom’s heart shattered and he found himself choking on its pieces, unable to speak.

So you did instead, rambling through your crying, “I-I was so, so worried about you. When the Doctor told me y-you were suddenly gone and no one could find you anywhere, I was just- just terrified.” Sniffling, you hesitantly released one of his hands in order to wipe your face with your sleeve, “And when the Squad and I were sent out to Victoria to rescue you…I-I was scared that when we found you, you were going to- to be hurt, or y-you wouldn’t be able to regain your senses, o-or you were dead-” Just speaking that last statement aloud, just the prospect of it, broke any composure you were still straining to keep.

As he watched you collapse into plaintive cries, Phantom’s lynx ears flattened against his head and shame overtook his face expression; guilt weighed down on him, so heavy that he struggled to breathe. You deserved better than this, the Feline told himself, better than him; he’d never be able to atone for all the distress and heartache you had been forced through because of him.

Though strained, his voice returned to him, “Hush now, little kitten. You need not say anymore…come, come here.” Though he felt unfit to hold you, Phantom nevertheless brought his arms around your form and into his embrace; one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head in order to gently guide your face to the curve between his shoulder and neck, the other coming to rub up and down your spine in a soothing manner. The Feline’s movements were slow, uncertain; he waited for you to flinch away and refuse his touch, ‘justly so’, he believed.

And yet, you didn't. Instead, your body lost its posture once in his hold; you curled into him, nuzzling into his neck and bringing your hands to his chest where they clenched into fists, fingers closing tightly on the fabric of his clothing. Phantom’s eyes widened, your unexpected closeness prompting a small fission of shock to shoot through him. He was only stiff for but a second - under your warmth, his body involuntarily melted into your own. The Feline’s hands slid down your form and he wrapped his arms around your waist, then his head lowered to rest upon your shoulder. For a short while, the two of you simply remained like that.

When your sobbing quieted to small sniffles, the Feline went on speaking, “Though it is not enough, I deeply apologize to you. I…I believed I’d long since slain those of the troupe…but it seems that is not so, and I fear I was wrong. The fault…the fault is all mine.” Body suddenly stiffening and jaw now tight, Phantom began to recoil from you, “My little kitten, you…you should not be here. You need to take your leave quickly, there is nothing to be gained from staying alongside me. The shadows and the evil they hide, my sins…none of this is anything you ought to bear.”

However, you didn't allow him to move away. You shook your head against his shoulder, before pulling him closer by the cloth of his shirt and wrapping your arms around his neck. You replied, “N-No, Lucien, stop. I don’t care about any of that…I’m never leaving you, o-okay?” Worried he wouldn't believe your words unless you reinforced them somehow, with careful hands you trailed your fingers up past his nape. They combed through his hair and stroked over his lynx ears gently, as you went on, “…I’m just so happy you’re safe and you can come back home to Rhodes Island. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…if something happened to you...” The Feline’s reply didn't come right away, his mouth fell agape and his eyes widened slightly at your ever-so tender words.

He, whom the darkness constantly treaded behind and whom tragedy loomed over, was not deserving of you; Phantom had convinced himself so, his mind told him so. What made him worthy of the words that came from your heart? What made him worthy to hold you as he was, as if you were his?

Though, even so, the Feline was unable to restrain himself from once again easing into your arms, a serene expression on his face. If you gave your love to him unconditionally, if you allowed him to rest in the safety of your embrace, then he would never ever refuse it and would be forever grateful.

Phantom lifted his head from your shoulder in order to leave a light, fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. His eyelids closed shut, and he lingered there for a moment, before speaking finally - a whisper and words honest, “No. It’s I who would find myself lost without you…many thanks, little kitten. ”

The sound of soft footfalls approaching reminded the Feline that you and him weren't alone; one of his lynx ears twitched, and his eyes opened. Shalem stood a short distance from the two of you, with Miss Christine - when had she gotten here? - trailing after him, “...Welcome back then, Phantom. Ah, beg pardon for disturbing you both…but shall we go now? Surely, by remaining in this Castle, we would only be inviting more disaster.”

Though reluctantly, pulled away from Phantom’s embrace. After taking a moment to wipe your face of any wetness and to gather yourself with a long, steady breath, you looked to Shalem and the rest of your squadmates. “You’re right. Please, let’s all get out of here. I want to leave Calais-Blason, go back home, and never see this Castle again...” You remarked with a sharp sigh, rising up from the floor. Phantom followed, moving to stand as well, “Yes, we oughtn’t tarry here…” - but you were at his side in an instant, before he could attempt to lift himself off the ground. You brought his arm around your shoulders, “Lucien, careful…here, I’ve got you.”, and assisted him up.

The Blood Diamond’s performance had been brought to an abrupt end. The curtain was closed, the script discarded, and the stage abandoned. It was time for Phantom to leave from under the spotlight of the Crimson Troupe, and return to Rhodes Island.

“...Little kitten, wait.”

You blinked, immediately turning your head to look to him. Phantom slowly inhaled, then his words left his lips, carrying with them every bit of adoration and gratitude he had, “I love you…endlessly, with all that I am.”

A sincere smile arose to your face, and you replied with not even the slightest delay, “And I love you more, Lucien.”

“The Blood Diamond”, “Phantom”; anyone could call him whatever they wanted, but he would always be Lucien to you.

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erins-brainrot · 1 year

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This is honestly going to suck but-

Okay, I don’t see enough people talking about this so- here we are. This will contain spoilers for the analog horror series, Guilty Tears Au of Sanders Sides. If you haven’t seen it or if any of the following triggers you, please skip: (I am listing the triggers from all the episodes just in case you want to watch it as well so some won’t make sense on a tumblr post, but just in case-) Disturbing Imagery, Loud Sounds, Body Horror, Blood, Gore, Death, Violence, Food (more like implied cannibalism, but ok-), Flashing Lights, Spiders, Ladybugs.

Now if any of that bugs you, I would say that this isn’t for you. This is just my personal opinion and analysis on this series! So let’s get started:

Episode 1: Teachers PowerPoint

So, we’re starting off with a very simple format; a PowerPoint presentation called “Dreams, a Manageable Analysis by Logan Sanders”.

Like omg Logan is so cute in this 🥺. He keeps talking about sleep and the benefits and downsides of it. But something is… off about it. The monitor keeps glitching out and skipping parts of the presentation. It skipped over the definition of Non-REM sleep, and it just is a bit strange. Then this happens:

And then it gets closer T-T. I kinda jumped when I saw it ngl- Then he gives us the definition of a nightmare. It kinda was normal at first but then-

Like wth-? This was honestly just weird to me me, cause he looked like a fucking demon- this isn’t even the weirdest part (and therefore not the most interesting).

Now, the first one is obviously a reference to everything going on with the wedding arc and… other things. Missing Important Events? The callback. Loneliness. More so up to interpretation, or is it? I’ll come back to it later. Rejection? Again, back to it later. Confusing Emotions? All that Thomas has been dealing with for a WHILE. Broken promises, WTIT, anyone?

The second photo:

Morse Code Translated (not by me): WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING

Wow.. well what I say about this, is that Logan is snapping at Thomas again, cause as we have seen, he tends to distract himself rather than actually solving his problems. Logan is trying to communicate with Thomas again and he. Won’t. Listen.

After that we got a number sequence:

19/20/15/16/9/7/14/15/18/9/14/7/18/5

If you line it up with the letters in the alphabet, you get “Stop Ignoring Re”. I thought I heard it wrong but I didn’t-. So there had to be a reason for it to say “Re” instead of “Me”, right? Right. I’ll be tying it together, I swear. Just bear with me here. I also find it interesting that a YELLOW GLOVED HAND turned off the monitor and put an out of order note on the screen (I mean it was pretty glitchy so I mean-).

(Also there is a sticky note on the bottom left corner that reads “DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN” keep that in the back of your mind c:)

Episode 2: Forgotten Fairytale

So it starts with Janus opening a story book titled “The Young Prince”.

This is interesting- I see a little crown charm on the bookmark- Erin focus- okay so the cover already grabbed my attention. At first cause I thought of beauty and the beast and

H O L Y S H I T the parallels. We have a mirror with a green gem on the handle (I don’t think it’s important but I could be mistaken-). In it, a black wilting rose. Black roses itself mean death, while the wilting flower by itself means “Term used to supress desire when it would otherwise be impossible to fornicate.” Roman wanted to go to the callback (and ask out Nico), but it seemed just out of reach, so he ended up with choosing an option that goes against himself (Virgil helped him with Nico but still-).

To the actual story, it talks about how lonely Roman feels (Loneliness huh?) and that he wants to meet his true love. He searches and searches but can’t find them. One night, a witch pays a visit. He says that he wants to make a deal: he will give Roman his “one true love” in exchange for half of his kingdom. Roman didn’t want to risk it, and told him no.. the witch did not like that.

He cursed Roman, and his face had melted off. Overwhelmed by heartbreak, he locked himself in his tower. The people eventually forgot about him and he died alone, holding the wilted black rose..

And then Janus literally closes the book on that tale-. So Roman’s I feel is more metaphorical, he feels like his world is falling apart, trying to use love to distract him from the pain of his decision to go to the wedding, and the moment he was attacked, no one helped him.. (Janus I love you but you’re a bitch-)

Episode 3: Cookie Mistake

(Yes I’m sure it’s a pun off of Rookie Mistake, it’s Patton what did you expect?)

So this an actual person acting out Patton this time.

The puns 😭. But yeah, it’s a simple baking tutorial! And it’s a mime kinda thing, so we have dialogue on the screen. It seemed normal, but this is Guilty Tears.

He dumped the flour into the bowl and made a little bit of a mess- it’s baking what are you going to do about it? But Patton started shaking slightly saying “That wasn’t supposed to happen…” It’s okay I know you said you were feeling “crumby” but damn- it’s just flour.

Ok then, laying it on thick. So Patton is freaking out over the little things and these little messages pop up. “Do you feel guilt consuming your every thought?” No I don’t think so- but this is maybe reference to POF, where he caused Thomas pain without realizing. The “Nobody is free of sin” seems like a twisted version of their new concept, “Not everything is black and white.” Patton is trying to distract himself from what happened and is only stressing himself out more.

HOLY FUCK, PATTON- Okay. So there’s obviously SOMETHING going on. Why did he have blood in the first place? Why’d he think it was a good idea? Patton are you a cannibal now-?

This gave me an idea.. this could be both figurative or literal but, the blood is on his hands.. Let’s take a look at Virgil’s episode.

Episode 4: Wake Up Call

According to (assumedly) Thomas’ phone, it is 3:23 pm. April 23rd. Almost his birthday, hmm.

Holy shit- no✨ Dolls are creepy enough-. Anyway, it’s starts off by (I assume) Virgil asking Thomas:

So one answer is normal, one is more normal for Thomas and the other sounds more Anxiety related. He chooses to brush his teeth, but they fall out. In dreams, teeth falling out are associated with loss and important life changes. Thomas has been struggling to coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a complete pure good, and his life has changed drastically. This series started from a silly blog and now it’s a series dealing with complex and controversial issues, while he’s struggling to show the world who he is.

With the answers, they’re the same type. He chooses to make breakfast, but in the fridge with Virgil Doll, is a fucking skeleton/corpse and the fridge is all bloody. The “blood on his hands” thing might be more literal than we MAY have thought. Did Thomas kill someone? If so, who did he kill? I’ll get us there (hopefully-).

Okay- Hi Virgil- so, here I want to point out c. “I promise tomorrow I will change I will be a good person I will clean”. As soon as it had showed up on the screen, Virgil appeared. Thomas is making promises he can’t keep.

(“WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING”)

Seems like Logan had another good point- Thomas keeps trying to say tomorrow this and tomorrow that, but Virgil knows. He wants Thomas to get up and be productive, but with Logan “out of service” you have anxiety based motivation. Virgil, being his anxiety, is also reminding him what he did.

At the end, Virgil doll is hanging by a thread (literally) and we see a gloved hand cut the thread. Setting Virgil free for now..

Episode 5: Important Reminder

Thomas is upstairs, and is going down to his living room to answer a knock at his door, and it is a WRECK. But worse than before. There’s blood on the walls and all that. He picks up “The Young Prince” something he apparently used to like during childhood, and finds this drawing between the pages:

“Have you ever imagined killing your brother?” “This is me electrifying my brother!”

Could this imply that Remus was actually the supposed witch? It was (possibly) the drawing mentioned in the Moving On episodes within the pages of a book where Princey died. This could be implying that ever since Remus appeared, Roman has been hurting. Maybe because he blames his dear twin for the murder?

…

THIS IS WHY WE SAID DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN-!?

Okay- I’m okay. If you can’t tell, the word “unhelpful” was written in blood, and there is some behind the curtain. I can’t tell who it is tho- Patton? Nightmare Nico?

Speaking of Nico, ✨R E J E C T I O N✨

But really, Thomas is obviously having issues. He tried to get out the house, but Nico was busy that whole week. (Including his birthday 😢)

When he finally answered the door..:

As we’ve seen in WTIT, Thomas is scared of getting older, so I think it’s interesting that Remus called him that. “I can show you how bad things can truly get” I think this is his twisted way of saying “Get over it, you didn’t do as much harm think you did.”

(“Stop Ignoring Re”)

But of course, Janus closes the door on him, shutting him away from Thomas.

Episode 6: Blinding Denial

>No no no.

>I’m fine, I’m alright.

>I’m just…

>I’m just tired.

>I’ll fix it tomorrow, okay?

>I promise.

Thomas have still not learned? 🤨

I feel when Janus leaves the baby crying, he’s not talking about a literal baby, but Thomas. Janus has been sheltering him from the sides trying to confront him (Turning off the PC, Closing the Book, Editing the Video + cleaning the blood, etc.) but has had enough of Thomas prolonging the inevitable.

“You’ve been walking in circles”

“You’re running away from yourself”

He squished the Ladybug. Whilst crushing the hope that good luck will suddenly make things better.

“It’s time to move on and forgive yourself”

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Holy crap I did it. Well hopefully you enjoyed! See you later!

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