#and that it was a FIELD of FLOWERS that he woke up to... I wonder if there were any dandelions there... | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mushroomlupin · 8 months

Text

Inhale, Exhale

Pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader

Summary: reader is darth vader's padawan, but anakin skywalker is revealed to her during meditation

Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)

Warnings: mentions of nudity, choking, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) just overall smut y'all

Word Count: 2,010

Lord Darth Vader awaited your presence.

Your Master.

The Jedi way had come to you naturally, its secrets whispered in your ears with every breath of wind. It flowed through your body like water, the Force swimming through your veins. No one agreed with Vader’s decision to train you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had saved you. But he didn’t question it. He just knew that you were the singular Jedi he couldn’t kill. Then, you knew him as Anakin Skywalker. But the next time you saw him, he was Lord Darth Vader.

He would summon you. You would come. He would train you. He would excuse you. You would leave.

It was simple and routine, like a daily meal.

It was your very own ritual with Lord Vader.

People would whisper, wondering why you were so special, why you were the saved one. But no one dared to question his decision.

Today was like any other day. You woke up. You meditated. You ate your usual breakfast with a side of herbal tea. You dressed yourself in your tunic and pants. You were summoned through the Force to go see the Lord. You grabbed your saber and followed his orders.

“I hope you have brought your focus today, Y/n,” he announced as you entered the large room.

You bowed down.

“I always bring my focus for you, Master,” you responded.

He walked down the set of stairs, his cape flying in the air behind him.

“Shall we put it to the test?” he pulled his saber out from his side, the red color forming from the handle.

You copied his actions, your own blue saber doing the same.

“We shall, Master.” you agreed.

You trained, dueling with your sabers, red and blue clashing and igniting sparks of purple light throughout the space. He said things like “Use your anger, Padawan,” and “Feel the Force within you. Use it.”

Once the duel was over and his lightsaber was on the floor, you bowed to him. Your chest heaved and sweat droplets ran down your forehead. He used the Force to grab his red saber and put it away. You put yours away as well and got into position for meditation.

You put your legs in Lotus position and closed your eyes.

You were transported into a field filled with aromatic flowers, which wasn’t unusual. You felt a gentle breeze lift your hair from the nape of your neck, which felt nice in comparison to the sweat sticking your hair to your skin previously. You breathed the sweet floral aroma into your nostrils, focusing on your breath as you exhaled and repeated.

“Padawan.”

You looked ahead and, for the first time, your Master himself stood in front of you. Except he didn’t look like Lord Vader.

He looked like Anakin Skywalker.

His name nearly slipped out of your mouth, but you composed yourself and corrected your brain.

“Master?” you questioned.

His smirk was barely noticeable.

“Focus, Y/n.”

You frowned, clearly confused, but obliged. You inhaled, breathing in that scent of the field that you loved so much, before exhaling and repeating.

You closed your eyes, but you could hear his footsteps. You could feel it as he walked closer to you, his presence getting more and more startling. You fought not to open your eyes.

“You’re doing so good,” you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Focus.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

It was getting harder and harder. You hoped he didn’t notice your breaths go uneven.

Of course he noticed.

You felt pressure around your neck.

“Focus,” he warned.

With every cell of restraint within you, you attempted to block him out as you breathed.

Inhale.

Exhale.

But you couldn’t help the sudden pulsing between your legs.

The last thing you heard was a chuckle before you were brought back to the room with Master Vader.

“You may leave,” he excused you.

You bowed down to him once more and left.

* * *

You woke up the next day, trying to ignore the fact that you spent the previous night grinding against your fingers for hours, thinking of Anakin Skywalker and his presence during your meditation. You ate your breakfast and drank your herbal tea, dressed in your tunic and pants, and waited for your Master’s invite.

It took longer than usual.

You were finally summoned through the Force, and you made your way to him with your heart thrumming in your chest.

When you arrived, he was turned around as usual.

“We are going to try something different today,” he announced.

You gulped.

“What did you have in mind, Master?”

He turned around, the light reflecting off of his helmet.

“We are going straight into meditation.”

Your cheeks flushed. You took your seat on the floor, going into position and closing your eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

It didn’t take long for you to go to your normal place, opening your eyes at the flower-covered field.

He was there again.

Like Master Vader, he was turned around. He was in his robes and his hair was long, the same way he looked in your last meditation.

He looked exactly like he had the last time you had seen Anakin Skywalker…before he turned into Darth Vader.

“Get your lightsaber ready,” he said, turning around to face you with a smirk plastered against his lips.

To your surprise, your lightsaber was at your hip. You grabbed the handle and turned it on, the blue light pouring out of it. He repeated your action with his own red saber.

You took position, circling around him slowly before attacking. The two of you dueled like normal, except you were aware of his facial expressions and his permanent smirk.

“Focus, Y/n!”

He could tell you were struggling. Of course, he could.

Sweat dripped down your back as you used the Force and fought him. Your sabers clashed together, sparks flying and sizzling onto some of the flowers.

Finally, you managed to get his saber out of his hands.

He nodded approvingly.

“My Padawan has proved herself well.”

You blushed and bowed to him.

“Thank you, Master.”

He walked closer to you, his lips upturned.

“Lord Vader’s one and only Padawan has proven to everyone that she is in fact a gift to the galaxy, much like her Master,” he complimented.

You nodded with a blush.

“Thank you so much, Master.”

He took a few more steps toward you.

“Perhaps it’s time that her Master shows her just how much she’s proven herself…?” he trails off, his hand coming up to meet your throat.

You lift your chin, staring into his eyes as he squeezes gently around your neck. You feel a pulsing in between your legs again, your limbs feeling weak and your mouth suddenly going dry.

Anakin moves your face close to his with his hand around your throat, finally meeting your lips with his own. It’s deep and fiery, filled with a passion that seems long overdue. His tongue slips between your lips and your tongue slides against his own. Your lips move against each other and your hands go to his hair, tangling in his chestnut locks. Suddenly, you feel his knee nudge your legs apart and move to your heat. You gasp at the intrusion and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his knee.

“Look at my Padawan,” he laughs. “So needy, you’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”

You whimper aloud and he chuckles at your patheticness.

He moves his knee away from you and his hand unravels around your throat. He slips his robe off of himself, his tunic following. Your mouth gapes at his toned torso, his chest puffed out and abs flexing underneath the sun.

“Like what you see, Y/n?” His eyes are half-lidded and he looks more seductive than ever.

You nod, words seemingly impossible to produce at the moment.

“I’d like it if I could see my Padawan like this,” he admitted. “Could you do that for me? Can you take off your tunic for your Master?”

It took a moment to process his words, but you eventually nod and lift the fabric over your head and drop it onto the grass beneath you. His smirk gets more upturned as his lips return to your own and he grabs fistfulls of your breasts. Your lips open, your jaw dropping at the unknown feeling. His fingers play and tug at your nipples, his knee returning between your legs.

“Master!” you gasp.

He grins against your lips, using the force to tug your trousers down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. Anakin released himself from your mouth and followed your pants, his knees dropping onto the grass beneath him. He wasted no time in forcing a leg onto his shoulder and burying his face between your thighs. You cried, his tongue lapping up all of your juices.

“Master,” you repeated like a prayer, “Master, Master, Master…”

His tongue swirled around your sensitive bead before suckling it between his lips. You felt a familiar sensation building up within you, like a fire that’s being tended to. This sensation grew more and more as he sped up the pace, obscene noises filling the air between you.

A pressure made its way back to your neck, as though the ghost of his metal hand had been wrapped around your windpipe.

You screamed, thighs trembling around his face as you came onto his mouth. He lapped up all of your juices, groaning into your pussy which prolonged your orgasm.

Once your thighs stopped trembling around his chestnut curls, he stood back up and roughly turned you around. You could hear his pants drop to his ankles and he wasted no time entering you.

Your pussy squelched around him, your cum and your Master’s spit mixture a perfect lubricant for his thick cock. His metal hand replaced the Force, wrapping around your neck as he pounded into you.

“Kriff,” he cursed, skin slapping against skin.

You moaned in response, feeling him thrust deeply inside of you.

“I know you can give me one more,” he brought his other hand around your body, his finger rubbing tight circles against your clit. “I know my Padawan can come for me once more for her Master.”

The pleasure was building, but you just couldn’t get there. You were spent. Your legs were sore, your body was tired, and there were tears that you hadn’t realized were there running down your face.

“I can’t, Master!” you cried.

“You can,” he assured, his voice rough and dry. “Focus, Y/n.”

His hand tightened around your throat, his cool metal fingers pressed against your pulse point. At the same time, his tip brushed against a spot within you that you hadn’t known was there. Fluid gushed out between your thighs as you came, your body spasming against him. He held you tight, fucking you through it before you felt his cock spurt inside of you.

He slid out of you, both your juices combined spilling out and down your legs. He chuckled, wiping some of it with his fingers and popping his digits into his mouth with an, “Mmmm.”

Your jaw fell slightly at the sight, but you were so spent you could barely function. Anakin noticed your legs wobbling and laid his robe out onto the grass for you to lay on. You oblige, your chest heaving and your face flushed with exhaustion.

He used his tunic to carefully wipe you, cleaning your sex as best as he could.

“You did so good, Padawan,” he smiled, brushing stray hair out of your face. “I knew you could do it.”

You blushed.

“Was I good for my Master?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “You were good for your Master.” He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as you closed your eyes. “You may rest now, Padawan.”

And you did.

You inhaled the aroma of sex and the sweet smell of flowers around you.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You felt yourself slip away in your Master’s arms.

#smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker imagine #x reader fic #star wars fic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x reader fic

503 notes · View notes

werelosingdaylight · 1 year

Text

Losing you, finding him

Shuntaro Chishiya x GN!Reader

Past!Ryohei Arisu x GN!Reader

REQUESTED? Yes • [No]

WORD COUNT: 772

SUMMARY| You remembered and he didn’t, but you wouldn’t want things to turn out any other way.

Adm Note: i woke up and chose pain apparently.

There is a million ways to say ‘I love you.’

But if you listen, there is also a million different ways to hear someone’s heart breaking, because they are not the one that is loved back. The faintest sound of their heart cracking in their chest and echoing off their ribs, a thud being silenced by the screaming of pain from the breaking heart that now laid in the bottom of their stomach.

Your eyes shimmered with screaming demons, each pained by the sight before them. Why were you cursed to remember when he didn’t? You had promised to find each other and yet his heart led him to Usagi. But you didn’t blame him. she was intelligent, funny, kind, and had everything he said he found in you.

It made your mind wonder; if he remembered would things be different? Would he look for you or still search out for her?

A small smile curled at your lips, maybe it was for the better that he didn’t remember you. You had your time with him, despite the lingering thoughts that wanted more time with him or the aching in your heart that made waves of your love for him flood through your body. You wanted him to be happy, even if it’s not with you.

Turning around you started walking down the hallways, the faint smell of bleach lingering in your nose as the white halls reminded you of when you first met Arisu, the gods were cruel playing with your heart like that.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” We’re the honeyed words that rolled off your tongue, they slipped off with such ease that you barely recalled saying them; you didn’t mean to bump into the man that now held a grasp on your waist to keep you from falling to the ground.

Wait, you remembered him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You greeted, your heart relishing in the feeling of his hands on your hips, maybe fate wasn’t cruel. Your heart jumped back to life when a small chuckle came from the back of his throat.

“I’m Chishiya.” Maybe you weren’t meant to end up with Arisu, ‘I know.’ Your heart screamed, remembering every interaction you had with him. The tension had always been there but your loyalty to Arisu had ruled off the lingering emotions.

—

You had a smile on your face as you remembered your first meeting with Chishiya in the real world, but the smile had dropped just as fast when you remembered why you were in such a daydream. Standing in front of you was Arisu.

After a year everyone was slowly regaining their memories of the borderlands; Chishiya and Kuina had found each other again, Niragi had apologized for his actions in the borderlands, and Usagi had reformed her friendship with you.

But now the part of that past had come back to haunt you. Arisus eyes were hopeful as he said his words of love that would have made your heart sing a year ago if it wasn’t fixed by someone else. Someone who remembered everything now but chose you when he didn’t.

“Arisu, I will always have love for you.” You started, watching his face light up before you crushed his heart with the next words like he did with yours a year ago “but I’m not in love with you anymore.” and there it was, the hurt flashing in his eyes. You could almost see the parallel of you and him, but you didn’t feel happy he was hurting like you used to, it hurt.

“Is there someone else?” The question was weak in his mouth as he asked it but he wanted to know, even if it only hurt him more.

“Yes. And I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Arisu felt his heart shattering at those words, but what hurt more was the image of someone calling your name and how your eyes lit up with fields full of love coated flowers.

It was then he saw it, sitting upon your left ring finger was a silver band; it was a simple ring but it suited you perfectly. He had lost his chance with you, but he was happy you found someone, someone who loved you when he didn’t. Someone who helped you stitch back together your broken heart.

Watching you wave ‘goodbye’ to him and walk to your fiancé, of course it was Chishiya. In the borderlands he had noticed how the two of you acted with each other, it made him jealous, but he could fake being happy for you.

Even if it broke him to see you happy with someone else.

1K notes · View notes

sleepykye · 11 months

Note

If requests are open, I wanna req Muichiro x reader who often gets lost ! And probably at some point, she was gonna visit Muichiro but got distracted at something then... she's lost.

Yes ! They are open ! And I really love your idea. I've been running out of ideas as to what I should write recently. But now I know, thank you for requesting this ! 💙😆

| You get lost on your way to muichiros mansion |

The Demon Slayer headquarters falls in slumber as the glorious night sky rises, painting the heavens with stars gleaming in its cloak of darkness alongside with the crescent shaped moon gloriously ruling above them. Other than by the roaring sound of the forest farways, the Mist Hashira is still training. Alone, he trains with the silence and his mind becomes one with the blade he moves in fluid movements. The nocturnal hour is the perfect time for him to concentrate.

His concentration was broken off when your kasugai crow perched on his shoulders. Its beak holding a letter, muichiro instantly recognised the crow and greeted it, before taking the letter from its beak. Inside, the letter wrote-

__________________________________________

Dear muichiro, I have decided to visit your mansion tomorrow to check up on you ! I will come at 10am sharp. Thank you for taking your time to read this letter. And have a nice night.

Signed by yours truly,

Y/n.

__________________________________________

Muichiro smiled at the thought of you coming over to his mansion tomorrow. He was contemplating if he should write back and state that he has approved of your visit. But while he was wondering, your kasugai crow already flew away to return back to you.

He later on forgot about the idea of writing back and continued on training as usual. And after he did, he just went and took a shower before sleeping.

The next morning, you woke up at 8 am . Okay you slept in a little and woke up at 8.05 am-

But that didn't stop you from remembering that you were gonna visit muichiro ! You quickly got up and changed out of your clothes. You were confident that you weren't going to get lost, not this time !! Hopefully....

You skipped your way to muichiro's house, following the path while humming to yourself. Thoughts started flooding into your mind as you think to yourself, " I haven't seen muichiro in so long... I wonder how is he doing..." you were being worried about his wellbeing until, something caught your eye.

You walked towards the field of flowers that caught your eyes. You didn't see these at all when you visited muichiro last time, did they grow because it is spring ? You thought to yourself. You explored the field of flowers and you noticed the way the sun reflects off the flowers and the smell the flowers gives off. It was relaxing...

Some time has passed, it was already 10 am. Muichiro has gotten worried that you may had gotten lost again because you always get lost. He set off looking for you. He was very worried as you may have gotten kidnapped ? You may have injured yourself on the way ?

The thoughts slowly got worse as the number of possible scenarios he is thinking of is becoming worse and worse.

Meanwhile... while you were admiring the flowers, you suddenly remembered " Ah...I forgot I had to visit muichiro " As you looked around, your mind went blank thinking " Where the heck am I...." Your surrounding area was all just flowers. You were lost.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered your eyes, you were shocked at first but eventually knew who it was. " Ah !! Muichiro !! " you said grinning with your eyes still covered.

"Idiot...you know I was worried about what may had happened to you ? " wall all he said before turning you around and giving you a kiss on the forehead. "Now come on, let's go. ," he said before carrying you to his mansion.

#muichiro #kny muichiro #mist hashira #mist pillar #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito fluff #muichiro tokito x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichirou x reader #kny x y/n #kny x reader #kny

476 notes · View notes

flowersandbigteeth · 5 months

Text

Meeting your Changeling Boyfriend

A/N: This is a mostly complete, somewhat somber yandere story with some complicated emotions, flawed characters, and NSFW parts. I'll post the parts over a couple of days to not spam

Changeling (Clark) x Flower nymph f Reader

General Plot: You wake up in a strange place and meet a friendly changeling who is happy to help you adjust to your new home

TW: future nsfw, domestic violence, isekai, yandere, jealousy, fairy prejudices

Word Count: 6k

Next part will be posted soon.

You woke with a start, your eyes flying around the room you were in. This wasn’t your bedroom. Bolting upright, you took in the space you were in frantically. The walls were roughly hewn boards sealed with grout. You were lying on a lumpy feather mattress under a thread-worn quilt. A small woodstove in the corner warmed the room with a few dying coals.

“Where? What?” you murmured, confused.

Looking down, you realized you wore a long blue dress with a bow collar. It was simple but fit you well and was a pretty contrast to your skin.

This was not your home. These were not your clothes. The last thing you remembered you’d gone to bed in your pajamas. You pinched your wrist, wondering if this was a dream, but no matter how hard you pinched, you didn’t wake up.

Something smelled of jasmine, and you patted your hair, finding it wasn’t braided as you usually did before bed. It was also much longer than it had been, and vines of jasmine were worked through it. The length fell to just above your bottom in luxurious, thick piles. Trying to pluck one of the pieces of jasmine out, you winced as it stung, a drop of blood forming on the cut tip. The jasmine was growing out of your head!

You hurried to your feet, hoping to find a mirror. There was a small bathroom with a metal tub, washbowl, and chipped mirror. Blinking at yourself, you found that you were still you. You had the same features as you’d gone to bed with, the same skin, only now you had jasmine winding through your hair. Pretty silver hair cuffs decorated with little pearls and shells shined in the candlelight. Glancing at the tub, you found a few colorful bottles of oils, pots of cream, and a cake of soap that smelled like shea butter.

You jumped at a large banging from nearby and hurried out of the bathroom. Making your way through the small one-story cottage, you opened the heavy wood door. A man was standing in front of you. He was quite tall, with dark, blue-black hair that was braided down his back and smokey gray eyes. Two pointed ears peeked out from the loose strands of his hair.

“Good morning (Y/N)!” he said with a smile.

“Do I know you?” you asked, utterly confused.

You peeked past him at the forest surrounding the house. A field of beautiful flowers and juicy vegetables was enjoying the sunshine, butting up to a thick woodland. The man’s brow drew, and he looked at you more closely.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“I don’t know you…or…this,” you stammered, waving your hand at the field of flowers. “Where am I?”

The man’s eyebrows jumped, and he looked around nervously before pushing past you into the house.

“Are you playing a joke, (Y/N)?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“I went to bed somewhere else and woke up here,” you explained. “I have no idea who you are.”

He frowned.

“Oh my,” he hummed. “Have you met anyone other than me?”

You shook your head.

“I only woke up a few moments ago,” you said.

“And all of this is new to you,” he finished your sentence, and you nodded.

He moved around the small house as if looking for someone, finally coming back to you.

“I think someone has bewitched you,” he finally concluded.

You shook your head, confused. Bewitched? What the hell did that mean?

“Bewitched? Magic isn’t real,” you scoffed. “Who are you anyway?”

His head jerked back.

“You…don’t know magic?” he asked.

You shook your head, and his nicely curved lips formed a thin line.

“You came from somewhere else than Merida?” he asked, and you nodded.

“I’m from (Y/C),” you said.

“(Y/C)?” he grunted, rubbing his chin again.

“Who…are you?” you asked again.

“Sorry, I’m Clark. You and I have been…friends for many years,” he said.

“How did I get here?” you asked. “Where is here?”

He sat down heavily at the small table in the kitchen area. You could see the gears turning in his head as he worked through some inner puzzle.

"You are in the province of Merida," he explained. "This little village is Alliet."

Your mind was spinning, and you felt dizzy.

Clark suddenly stood and helped you to a chair before pumping a cup of water out of a hand pump tap.

"Here," he said. "Have a drink before you pass out. This must be quite a shock."

Trembling, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip. The water tasted fresh and sweet.

"Wh-who am I?" you gasped. "My hair is…different…"

He gave you a half smile.

"I suppose the answer to that question is not so much who but what," he said, rubbing his chin. "Does your world have flower nymphs?"

Your eyes widened.

"In fairy tales, not in real life," you said.

"Well, here, flower nymphs are an essential part of the economy," he said, pointing out the window to the lush garden. "You cultivate all of those flowers and sell essences and stems in the village."

"I don't know anything about flowers," you said.

"Yes…" he hummed. "Though your magic is still intact, I'm sure. You haven't lost your blooms."

He nodded to the vines of jasmine falling over your shoulders.

"How…how do I get back?" You asked, clutching the clay cup in your hand. "I can't stay here."

A flash of recognition flared in his eyes, but he looked away.

"I'm afraid you can't," he said. "A soul-swapping spell can only be done once. If people could come and go at will…it could be chaos. Whoever did the spell did it at great expense to themselves. Usually, they require a sacrifice."

You gasped.

"Who would have done something like that?" you asked.

He blinked at you and then shrugged.

"The other (Y/N) is the most likely culprit," he said. "Perhaps she had something she wished to escape."

"But what?" you asked. "You said you were friends. You must know-"

He held up his hand.

"I cannot guess why she would have done that. Perhaps she simply wanted to experience something new. But that's not the issue at hand…the key issue here is that you need to be introduced to this world," he said, sliding a chair next to you and sitting down. "I'm happy to help."

You chewed your bottom lip, completely at a loss. If Clark was willing to help you, you were sure you should let him. He said he was the old (Y/N)'s friend.

"Aren't you sad?" you asked. "You lost your friend. She ran away!"

He sighed and gave you a sad smile.

"The old (Y/N) was always troubled. I'm sorry it is at your expense, but I'm glad she found where she wanted to be," he said. "I hope your world is all she dreamed it would be."

You blinked at him, wondering if you should tell him that Texas was not exactly a paradise. She would probably end up in a hospital if she ran around trying to do magic.

Deciding not to, you got straight to business. "I guess if I'm trapped here, I should learn how things work," you sighed. "I don't expect you to help me for free. You don't know me. I'm sure I can find something to trade."

His hand raised, and his thumb brushed your cheek.

"I don't mind helping you," he said. "The village is rather boring, and I'd like to honor my friend."

"I'll find something for you," you assured him, but he only gave you a bemused smile.

"First things first, we ought to reintroduce you to the village," he said. "This is a small town. People will notice you are not the same. It's best to be direct. We’ll start at the doctor and make sure the soul transfer didn't harm you in any way."

He stood, but you winced a bit.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "In pain?"

"No," you sighed. "Just nervous."

He gave you a wide smile, revealing pointed teeth.

"Do not be worried," he said. "I'll help you along."

He held out a hand to you, and you took it. His fingers were long and strong with black nails.

"Um…can I ask you something?" you asked as the two of you walked down a dirt path leading away from the house you woke up in.

"You can ask me anything," he said.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you?" you asked.

He chuckled.

"Of course, you would wonder," he said. "I’m a changeling.”

You blinked at him.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means,” you said.

He smirked.

“I’m a type of fae,” he said, and before your eyes, his body morphed into something that looked like an orc, then a wolfman, then back to himself. “I change shape.”

You gasped, blinking in disbelief.

“Was that real?” you asked, forgetting yourself entirely and pinching his cheek.

It felt like normal warm flesh. He gave you a playful smile, pinching your cheek back.

“Yes, that’s all me,” he said. “I’m also a mage.”

He held his palm up to the sky, and black fire burst from it. You jumped, squealing, and he quickly put it out.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. This must all be very strange and new, hm?”

You nodded and gave him a wan smile.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said.

You looked down at your hands.

“Can I make black fire?” you asked, and he chuckled.

“No, no, you are a simple nature spirit,” he explained. “Not to diminish your value. You are extremely valuable; every town wants flower, tree, and water nymphs, but your magic is limited to growing plants and blooming flowers. Most villages take your protection to heart as nature spirits aren’t common and are very delicate.”

“Oh,” you said, not sure how to process that information. “I don’t feel particularly magical.”

“It will come to you,” he assured you, taking your hand.

The sound of people laughing and the creaking of carriages drifted through the trees, and soon you were walking through what looked like a quaint medieval village. Your heart pounded as Clark led you through the hustle and bustle, and you squeezed his fingers. He glanced down at your joined hands, his lips parting before he returned his gaze to the road.

“Morning (Y/N)!” a man with horns curving over his ears and hooves for feet shouted.

You gave him a wary wave, not wanting to be rude. Clark winked at you.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Once we visit the doctor, word will spread quickly.”

As you walked through the village, magical beings you’d only seen in storybooks went about their day. Fairies with gossamer wings fluttered about, and you even saw a centaur unloading crates off a cart. Clark stopped in front of a little shop with a heart on the sign.

“Here we are,” he said, nudging you inside with a hand on your waist.

You noted that the office was very messy, with books and scrolls filling the tables and shelves.

“Doctor Meriel!” Clark called deeper into the building.

“Be right there!” a female voice shouted, and a few moments later, a tall, lithe woman with pointy ears and pink skin appeared.

Her white hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. If you had to guess, based on your knowledge of fantasy books, you’d guess she was an elf.

“Oh, hello (Y/N),” she said, then glanced at Clark.

Her eyes drifted down to your hands entwined, and she frowned slightly.

“Clark... Is everything okay?”

“I think we should speak in an examination room,” he said, and she nodded, waving him back.

This room was spotless compared to the front office. Clark nodded for you to sit on the examination table, and he turned his attention to the doctor.

“(Y/N) has gone through a soul swap,” he explained. “This (Y/N) comes from…”

He looked at you.

“(Y/Country),” you filled in.

Dr. Meriel’s mouth fell open, and she hurried over to you, her lips forming a deep grimace.

“Oh dear,” she hummed, looking you over. “That can be jarring on the body. Who would have done such a thing?”

She pulled a wand out of her coat, and the tip glowed.

“Follow the light,” she said, holding it in front of your eyes.

You followed her directions as she examined your vision, ears, and throat.

“My guess is our (Y/N),” he said, and she turned to look at him, an eyebrow raising.

“You don’t suppose it was because of Harri?” she asked.

Clark shrugged.

“Who is Harri?” you asked.

Dr. Meriel gave you a worried look.

“Um…he used to be a member of our village. He left for the capital to join the King’s guard,” she explained. “Goddess bless us. I certainly hope he stays there.”

“Why?” you asked, and her mouth opened and closed.

She and Clark exchanged a glance.

“Harri…isn’t a nice fellow,” Clark explained. “But you don’t need to be worried about him. He’s gone.”

“Oh,” you said, wondering why they all seemed so concerned. “I’m sorry.”

They both looked at you, miffed.

“Why are you sorry?” Clark asked.

You wrinkled your dress under your fingers, your eyes getting a little misty.

“I feel like the other (Y/N) was well-loved,” you said. “I feel like I stole her from you.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Dr. Meriel said, giving you a comforting squeeze. “Don’t think that, dear. Of course, I’m sad that she is gone, but it’s not your fault. In fact, I’m a little angry with her. She forced you into a soul swap against your will. It…doesn’t seem like something she would do…but perhaps she felt desperate. It was not fair to drop you into this world so abruptly. Many people don’t handle that shift well. People go mad, convinced their world isn’t real. It can…get messy. What she did was quite cruel.”

“Am I going to go crazy?” you asked, and she gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I think if you’ve gotten this far and not melted down, you should be okay,” she said. “Most people lose it the moment they are presented with an entirely new world. However, if you begin feeling…off…please return. There are therapies we can try to help.”

“Is she okay…physically?” Clark asked.

Dr. Meriel sighed.

“Yes, she appears to be perfectly fine,” she said. “I’ll inform the mayor that we will be welcoming a new (Y/N) into our town. It’s best you take things slow. Don’t try to do too much all at once. The last thing she needs is more stress. Perhaps save the introductions until the village has been informed of her…condition.”

Clark nodded and helped you off of the examination table.

“You can come back to my house, and we can have lunch,” he said.

“Thank you, doctor,” you said to the elf before Clark shuffled you outside.

“(Y/N)!” a cheerful orcess squealed the minute your feet touched the cobblestone of the main avenue.

She picked you up and spun you around in her arms.

“I was just at your house!” she said, glancing behind you at the clinic. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

You looked up at the tall female, her thick dark hair falling over her shoulder and her head shaved close on one side.

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t-” you mumbled, not sure what to say.

You had no idea who this person was, but they obviously knew the old (Y/N) very well.

“Neia!” Clark said. “This…this isn’t (Y/N). Well, the (Y/N) you knew.”

Neia’s brow furrowed, and her face took on a thunderous look.

“What the hell does that mean?” she barked, her large fists on her hips. “(Y/N) and I have been friends since we were kids. You know that. I think I know what my best friend looks like.”

Clark put a hand on her arm.

“Dr. Meriel was going to announce it to the town all at once, but the old (Y/N) performed a soul swap,” he said. “I’m sorry Neia, the (Y/N) you knew is gone.”

Neia’s mouth fell open, and her eyes grew shiny.

“That’s not true! You’re joking,” she turned to you, and you trembled under her gaze. “You know me! Tell me you know me!”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “I’ve never met you before. I don’t really understand where I am.”

Neia’s face fell.

“But…I’m your best friend,” she said, her voice scratchy with tears. “You wouldn’t…she wouldn’t do that without telling me!”

“I’m sorry Neia,” Clark said gently. “That’s the way it is.”

Her eyes narrowed on him, frowning.

“(Y/N) would never do that,” she said, crossing her arms. “It couldn’t be. Someone else did this to her!”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’d go back if I knew how, I promise.”

She blinked at you, her face softening slightly.

“I-I’m sorry…I- this is probably terrifying for you…” she hummed, brushing a large hand over your head. “I just…I can’t believe-”

Again, her gold eyes focused on Clark, full of mistrust.

“I don’t believe (Y/N) would do that herself, Clark. I don’t buy it for a second,” she snapped. “Goddess, bless whoever the culprit is when I find them!”

“We all just have to get used to it,” he said, shortly. “I miss (Y/N) too, but think of her feelings. This is all new to her. Please treat her kindly.”

Neia huffed.

“Of course I’m going to treat her kindly,” she hissed, then looked down at you, lifting your drooping chin with a finger. “You ought to come home with me.”

She glared at Clark, then glanced at you, holding out a hand.

“You shouldn’t be left alone with him,” she said. “My family knew the old (Y/N) well and can care for you. This one can’t be trusted!”

You blinked at her, not sure what to say. You knew nothing about the social life of the old (Y/N). Would she have mistrusted Clark as well? You had no way of knowing except that the doctor hadn’t seemed concerned that you were together.

“I don’t want to be rude,” you muttered, “but I don’t know you.”

Her head snapped back as if you’d slapped her.

“How long have you known him?” she asked. “A few hours at most?”

“I-um…” you mumbled, unsure what to say.

“You’ll get plenty of time with her,” Clark hissed. “She’s only just arrived, and you’re confusing her! The doctor said to keep introductions minimal until she’s informed the town. You’re not questioning Dr. Meriel, are you? She left her in my charge.”

Neia frowned but pointed a finger at Clark.

“You’re lucky Dr. Meriel is a kind soul, or I would carry her back with me on my shoulder,” she snapped. “If I catch you mistreating her, I won’t hesitate to end you. Doctor’s orders or not.”

“Um…thank you for your concern,” you murmured, trying to diffuse the situation. “And…I’m sorry for your loss.”

Neia gave you a sad smile.

“Still a kind nymph, even from another universe,” she murmured.

She shouldered past Clark, sure to knock him over with her bulk. He looked after her, annoyed, as he brushed himself off, getting to his feet.

“Damn orcess,” he muttered under his breath.

“She doesn’t seem to like you much,” you pointed out.

He sighed and drew up a smile for you.

“Changelings aren’t well-liked,” he said. “It’s a stereotype that we’re all spies and thieves. Neia always hated me. We’ve all grown up together…but her parents told her I was bad when her dad found me in the woods the same day she lost her younger sister during birth and…well, the legend is changelings steal babies. It’s all nonsense.”

“I guess racism exists everywhere,” you sighed, feeling sad. “It must have been so hard to grow up as an orphan.”

He gave you a long, gentle look.

“Yes…it was difficult,” he agreed. “But that’s enough sad stories. I owe you lunch.”

He pulled you by your hand through back allies, avoiding any more villagers, until you reached a small castle, much grander than any of the other buildings. It was built with bright blue stone, and people wandered around the courtyard doing chores dressed in navy uniforms.

“This is where you live?” you asked, and he smiled as he pulled you through the front door.

“Built it myself,” he said. “Being a mage is a rather prolific occupation.”

“It’s beautiful,” you commented.

He led you into the foyer, which was decorated with lovely, carved wood furniture and large tapestries depicting mythical beasts. You stopped at one, brushing your fingers over the gold threads.

“This is all like it’s out of a dream,” you murmured.

You felt the heat of Clark’s chest behind you and his arms wrapped around you.

“I wish I could make it easier for you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of your head.

You sucked in a breath, and the scent of incense filled your lungs.

“You smell nice,” you murmured, and he gave you a squeeze before pulling you by your hand to what must have been the dining room.

“What sort of things do you eat at home?” he asked, and you thought for a moment.

“Most everything,” you said. “Meat and vegetables, rice, bread…the normal stuff, I guess.”

He nodded and grinned.

“Got it,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen.

A few moments later, the scent of roasted meat drifted to you, and a short man emerged with two plates full of what looked like a roasted bird and some toasted roots.

“That was so fast,” you commented. “But it looks delicious.”

“Magic,” he said as he took his seat nearby.

The man bowed to him silently and disappeared. You looked down at the food, unsure where to start.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, frowning.

You shook your head and blushed.

“Is…is it okay to eat food with magic in it?” you asked, and he blinked at you before bursting into laughter.

“There’s no magic in it,” he chuckled. “I just used magic to make it cook faster. It’s very safe. I’d never feed you something that would harm you, (Y/N).”

You nodded, feeling rude.

“Of course, you wouldn’t,” you said, taking a bite of the chicken.

It was delicious, seasoned with rosemary.

“Thank you so much for all your kindness,” you hummed, feeling happier the fuller your belly got.

He gazed at you with a smile on his face.

“I’ve waited so long to spoil you,” he murmured, and you blinked at him.

“You have?” you asked, and he straightened, appearing as if he hadn’t meant to say that.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, then changed the subject. “I’ve been wanting to visit the capital to do some business. Perhaps you’d like to join me and see more of the countryside?”

You had nowhere else to be and were curious to learn more about this land, especially what a city looked like. This little town was very different than what you were used to. You also felt very anxious about meeting more of the town, based on how Neia had reacted to you. The people already knew and loved the old (Y/N); you were simply an imposter.

When lunch was finished, he showed you the many rooms of his mansion, seeming especially proud of his laboratory.

“This is amazing,” you gasped, looking at the glowing liquids in glass vials.

He had a real-life cauldron, bubbling away with something smelly inside. The notes he had posted to the wall were written in some strange language. You paused on a small painting sitting on the desk. It was of you.

“What’s this?” you asked, pointing to the picture, and he blushed.

“Oh…just a painting I had made long ago,” he hummed. “When I was an orphan, you were my only friend. Nymphs survive rather independently in the old wood. It’s a different place than the forests near our homes. We met when I was hiding from Neia and Harri, and I brought you into town. Convincing the younger you to stay was my path to acceptance in this village. Otherwise, I would have forever been an outsider.”

“Why did you have to convince me?” you asked, and he sighed.

“Um…it’s a little complicated. As I said, nymphs can survive easily in the old wood. The animals see you as a flower or a tree and are quite fond of you. That’s where most nymphs stay,” he explained. “They don’t like fussing around with our affairs. Convincing one to move into town and using their magic to support the economy is…challenging.

You do more for us than we could ever do for you, and you have much more to lose by our hands. The earth, the water, and the forest are filled with wild magic and difficult to tame. Those who venture into the old wood, rarely return. Though I can heat food and conjur fire, I can’t make a meadow bloom or trees bear fruit. No spell I can perform will bring a fruitful harvest or cleanse a poisoned well. Only you can do that sort of magic. Nymphs bring food, plentiful game, and clean, fresh water. Some would capture you and try to force you to do their bidding.”

“Oh,” you said, chewing your lip nervously.

“Why did I stay?” you asked, and he smiled wistfully.

“I’d like to think it was for me,” he said softly, “but I probably will never know the reason. Many things happened since you moved in. It would be hard to explain in a sitting, but that’s enough talk of a past you will never truly understand. We must think of the future now.”

He hustled you out of his laboratory and out of a rear door, heading down a small path.

“Where are we headed now?” you asked.

“To your home,” he said. “You ought to pack. I was thinking we could leave tomorrow.”

“What about the villagers?” you asked.

He shrugged, looking away.

“They don’t deserve you,” he muttered, looking bashful again as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “It will be fine,” he finally decided. “This is about you. Not them. They’ve had years with the old (Y/N). You must choose on your own if you would like to stay. Don’t feel pressured because they want you to be her. You are your own person with your own needs. You may like the capital or wish to return to the wood.”

He stopped at your front door.

“I need to go home and make some preparations,” he said. “Pack whatever you like; there is plenty of room for your belongings. We’ll be gone a month at least.”

You nodded and smiled at Clark.

“Thank you for your guidance,” you said. “I know Neia had bad things to say about you, but I appreciate your patience with me.”

He gave you a somewhat sad smile and then folded his body down to peck you on the cheek.

“Pack and then have a good rest,” he said before turning to head back towards his mansion. “I’ll come get you in the morning.”

You spent the evening sorting through the old (Y/N)’s belongings. They were simple enough, clothes, potions for your skin and hair, combs, and other utilitarian items. You hoped you’d find a journal or some other diary to learn more about her, but there was nothing like that.

By the time the sun set, you’d filled a bag with the clothes you’d found in a chest and whatever pots and bottles seemed useful.

You were just about to lay down for bed when you heard the front door open. Heavy footsteps moved through the front room, and scared, you hid in the small closet.

“(Y/N)?” you heard a heavy voice ask. It was not Clark’s, but deeper and more raspy.

Whoever it was moved through the house slowly before a dark figure blocked the light from your bedroom. A large hand jerked you out of the closet, pulling you into the light.

“Why are you hiding from your own fiance?” the stranger demanded in a sharp bark that made you tremble.

He was much larger than Clark, with gold skin. Shaggy blonde hair fell to his whiskered jaw. Blue eyes bore down on you. Though he was unnaturally large and wide, he looked rather human.

“Who…who are you?” you gasped.

He smelled awful, like sweat and burnt tires.

Your question seemed to infuriate him.

“What game are you playing (Y/N)?” he shouted, tossing you to the floor. “Hurry up and start some dinner, you stupid wench. I’m starving!”

“Don’t throw me around, asshole!” you huffed at the man, pulling yourself to your feet. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but no one calls me out my name! Get the fuck out of my house!”

The man loomed over you, looking furious. His gold skin turned red with rage. He jerked you up in his grasp, tossing you easily into the kitchen. Your shoulder hit the stove, making you shout as pain shot up your arm.

“Don’t talk back to me, woman!” he snarled, stomping towards you. “I see you haven’t been properly disciplined since I left!”

A heavy hand came down on your cheek, making you see stars.

“Keep arguing, and you’ll get worse!” he snarled, marching out of the room.

You had no idea who this man was and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around and beaten. The moment he turned his back, you fled, wiggling out of the kitchen window. It was hard to find in the dark, but you managed to locate the path that Clark had walked you down from his house, sprinting down it.

When you reached the blue stone building, you banged on the front door, frantically looking over your shoulder to ensure you hadn’t been followed.

“Miss?” the short man from before asked, dressed in his pajamas when he opened the door.

“Please, I need help!” you gasped, your cheek and shoulder still aching. “Some man showed up at my house and started tossing me around!”

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced over your shoulder, hustling you inside. When you were past the threshold, he was certain to drop the large piece of wood that barred the door.

“Come with me, Miss,” he said. “I’ll wake the master.”

He set you on a plush couch in the living room and brought you a glass of something that smelled alcoholic.

“Some brandy to help with the pain,” he said, his eyes dropping on your swollen cheek, then scurried away into the dark house.

A few minutes later, Clark came rushing in, picking you up and examining you from head to foot.

“Harri came home, didn’t he?” he snarled, looking just as furious as the strange man. “Bastard must have failed his entrance exam.”

“I don’t know who he was!” you gasped, tears leaking down your cheeks. “He said he was my fiance then slapped me. I climbed out of the kitchen window.”

“Shhh, shh,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you toward his laboratory. “I’ve got something to help. I won't let him get to you.”

He set you down on a chair while he gingerly examined your cheek with his fingers.

“Who was he?” you asked as he looked through his potions for the right one.

Clark took a few minutes before he answered.

“Harri is the mayor’s son,” he said through gritted teeth. “He got it in his head you were meant for him and moved in. The old (Y/N) was incredibly kind. Instead of abandoning the town and escaping to the forest, she accepted him into her home, thinking if she gave him what he wanted, he’d be…kinder…I suppose. They had some sort of…silly moment when they were children that made her heart soft to him. She thought he was a misunderstood malcontent, not the abusive man he is.”

“Then why wasn’t he here when I woke up?” you asked.

His cool fingers spread a spicy-smelling gel on your cheek.

“He decided he was good enough for the King’s guard, and he went to take the examination,” he said. “My guess is he failed and came home in a bad mood.”

“No one stopped him from abusing the old (Y/N)?” you asked, and he looked solemn.

“He’s not the way he is with you with the rest of the town,” he grumbled. “They see a charismatic, charming man. He hides his temper well, and (Y/N) covered for him. He and Neia are very close. (Y/N) refused to let me…do anything about it. Only Doctor Meriel and I knew because she often treated the old (Y/N)’s bruises. She thought she loved him. She thought she could fix him. The whole town supported the match. They were going to be married when he was accepted into the guard.”

“Is that why she soul-swapped me?” you asked, and he gave you a long look as if he were thinking deeply about something. “To get away from him without upsetting the town?”

“Yes, that is likely,” he said but didn’t elaborate.

“Well, I don’t want to be married to him,” you said, tears filling your eyes again.

“Where else does it hurt?” he asked, looking down.

You rolled up your sleeve, and he also applied the soothing gel to your shoulder.

“I won’t let him have you,” he muttered, gazing into your eyes with his stormy irises.

You heard a banging and winced.

“Stay here,” he said sharply, and before your eyes dissolved into a puff of smoke.

You couldn’t just sit there waiting for something to happen, so you hurried back down to the first floor, peering out of one of the windows. Clark was standing in front of him, preventing him from entering

“Hand over my wife, changeling!” Harri barked at Clark.”I know you have her!”

You would have been frightened to stare down such a massive man, but he seemed unmoved.

“She’s not your wife,” he snapped back. “(Y/N) knows nothing of you. She doesn’t love you, and I’m sure she hates you after tonight.”

“Of course she loves me,” Harri hissed. “She’s always loved me! You’re just bitter she didn’t pick you! Bring her out before I break the door down!”

“She came here to hide from you,” he said. “She doesn’t want to go back. You ought to drop this before you get hurt.”

“Like you could hurt me!” Harri boomed, pulling a heavy sword from the sheath strapped to his back. “I’ve already called the town guard. It’s only a matter of time before we chase you out!”

Clark chuckled.

“You know she soul-swapped herself to get away from you,” he said, smug. “The (Y/N) you’ve abused tonight has no memory of the accident that tied you together. The old one left you for another world so she’d never have to see you again.”

At that, Harri looked hurt before his face returned to a stony grimace.

“You have a lot of nerve calling it an “accident.” Just another one of your lies! All you’ve ever done is lie! I’ve told my father we ought to chase you out, and now I have a reason. This town should have never accepted a filthy changeling to start with!”

Suddenly Clark morphed into a version of Harri, right down to his big sword.

"You have a lot of nerve calling it an 'accident'," He jeered, parroting the real Harri's words. "You're just sour your own pitiful attempt to chase me out blew up in your face! The accident was letting you live! You've lost, just accept it."

Harri charged him, sword raised, and before your eyes, Clark transformed into some creature you’ve never seen before. It looked like a ghost floating above the ground but was solid. Long gnarled fingers were tipped with massive claws, and his mouth was impossibly wide, filled with razor-sharp teeth. His red eyes glowed, seeming eager for the fight.

He easily knocked the sword Harri was clutching out of his hand, long claws slicing his skin like butter.

You gasped as blood sprayed into the dirt, and the hulk fell to the ground, still hanging on to enough of his pride to glare at his enemy.

“The town guard is coming!” he gasped, pressing his hand to his chest to slow the bleeding.

Clark disappeared into a cloud of smoke again and appeared beside you.

“I told you to stay put,” he growled, back to his more humanoid form.

“How could I?” you asked, and his face shifted from annoyance to soft concern.

“Ready the carriage!” he boomed, his voice echoing through the mansion. “Quickly!”

Servants appeared from seemingly nowhere, hurriedly packing bags and rallying the horses.

“We need to leave now,” he informed you, pulling you by your elbow out the door.

As you passed, you stared at Harri, who was panting in the dirt.

“(Y/N) please! Whatever he’s told you is a lie!” he shouted at you, his voice losing its volume at the end. “You belong to me! You love me! That changeling has bewitched you!”

His golden skin was going gray, and his chest heaved. You turned away from him, finding it hard to have sympathy for a man who’d thrown you into a stove the moment he returned home. Clark cradled your head as if to shield you in his arm as he led you to the carriage his staff was preparing.

“Is he going to die?” you whispered when he’d settled you on the lacquered black carriage bench.

He plopped down next to you, slapping the side, and you heard the driver click at the horses to drive them forward.

“Not likely, unfortunately,” he snarled. “The bastard is half ogre. They heal quickly. He’ll tell his father I tried to murder him, however. Which is why we need to leave.”

“How could the other (Y/N) decide to marry that guy?” you murmured, utterly confused. “He’s horrible.”

“I don’t understand it either,” Clark said quietly, stroking your head with his arm wrapped around you. “As I said, the old (Y/N) was troubled.”

He brightened a bit, smiling at you.

“But you have a whole new life ahead of you, darling,” he said. “There’s no reason for you to live in her past. I should have never let you stay in this village in the first place. You don’t belong here.”

You gave him a wan nod, leaning into his warm chest. There was so much happening around you that you didn’t understand, but Clark felt like an anchor in the storm.

“Will they come after us?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“I bespelled the carriage,” he said. “They cannot see us. You are safe.”

“But what about all your things?” you asked. “Your laboratory?”

He smiled at you.

“All of those things can be replaced,” he said. “Your life is far more important. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Where are we going?” you ventured, and he looked thoughtful.

“To the coast, then we’ll take a ship out of Merida,” he explained. “Across the sea, there’s a province named Ilirion where you will be safe. Enough questions; you need to rest.”

The last four words were said in an odd lilt, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You notched your head in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around you. You fell asleep, the spicy smell of incense filling your breath.

335 notes · View notes

sunonyoreface · 1 year

Text

He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 13

An: Back to angst. Pt 14 will be up this weekend, it’s long (and spicy).

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 3030

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: angst, military setting, explicit language, graphic depictions of violence, use of guns.

Ghost has disappeared.

I woke up alone over an hour ago and haven’t seen any sign of him since. His weapons and gear are gone. There’s no note and as I stare out the window searching for any movement, the forest remains as still as ever.

However, the helicopter is still here. That means he hasn’t left. Maybe he went into the woods for something. Maybe more buildings are hiding in the trees. There’s one small shed connected to the east side of the cabin where the veranda ends, but I doubt he’s in there. It’s likely just firewood.

I glance at the nonexistent pile beside the wood stove. The fire has burned down to flickering embers, if I don’t add more fuel, it’ll burn out.

Maybe he was out getting more wood when someone hit him over the head and then dragged him away.

The thought pops into my head but even I have a hard time believing it. The attackers wouldn’t live to see another day.

I glance at the stove again. I don’t know how to start a fire, so letting this one burn out isn’t an option. I slip on my boots and grab a pair of leather gloves sitting where the wood pile should be. Outside there’s a light breeze, but it’s nothing compared to the cold in Russia.

A veranda wraps around the front of the cabin looking out across the field where the helicopter sits and into the surrounding forest. A built-in swing hangs at one end and an old straw broom lays knocked over near the railing. Several empty flower pots sit on each side of the steps and beside one, is an overturned metal bin. Three steps lead down to the snow-covered ground. Several days ago it would’ve been warm enough for the snow to melt before it refroze into the icy mess it is now.

“Shit!” as soon as my foot makes contact, I slip, just barely catching myself. Close call.

I was right. The shed around the side is stocked full of wood. I step inside the doors so I can pile the logs in my arms. My hand wraps around a log in the middle of the pile. As I pull an avalanche of split pieces tumbles to the ground. A coat of dust covers everything. My eyes water from the dust and debris floating in the air.

“Remind me who gave you permission to leave the cabin?” I jump as Ghost’s gruff voice echoes behind me. He sounds unimpressed. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

I turn around to see him in full gear, standing in the snow with crossed arms. I feel like a child being told off. I feel like I’m being patronized.

“I’m just grabbing wood,” I don’t try and hide the annoyance in my voice. I can already tell the man from last night is gone.

“That’s not what I asked,” he says bluntly.

“Fine,” I state. “I did.”

“You don’t have that authority,” he leans into the frame of the woodshed, blocking me in. Filtered sunlight peers around his shoulders.

“The fire was dying.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do,” I push past him with an armful of wood but as soon as my foot hits a patch of ice, I lose all control. My feet fly up from beneath me. The pieces of wood are launched from my flailing arms and shock knocks the breath from my lungs. There’s that terrible sinking feeling in my stomach as I prepare to collide with the ground.

Strong arms wrap around my waist and heave me upward. I’m pressed into Ghost’s chest as he looks down at me, shaking his head ever so slightly. The black paint he always has around his eyes is gone. Mustn’t have brought any extra with him. But now I see the bags under his eyes. He looks tired. Ready to crash tired. I wonder if he slept at all last night.

His arms slip away as he straightens his posture. “Get back inside,” it’s a short order without room to bargain.

I nod in agreeance but pick up the pieces of wood along the way. I’m not letting that fire burn out.

The sound of metal skidding across the wood deck rings in my ears as Ghost shoves the metal bin out of the way with his boot. Something’s made him irritable.

Inside, I don’t wait for him to start lecturing me. I head straight to the fire and start adding pieces of bark from the logs to the embers. Ghost stomps the snow off his boots at the entrance. He closes the door but doesn’t turn the deadbolt. His demanding eyes follow my actions while I choose to ignore his presence. The dust sticks to my dirty hair. I feel gross after the events of the last several days. Like the blood of all those dead men is building under my fingernails. I pick at the skin around my cuticles. It’s only time before they bleed again.

I grab the small axe leaning against the wall by the stove and attempt to split one of the smaller pieces. I hear the sound of steel-toed boots approaching behind me and focus on the task at hand. Somehow, I successfully split the small piece without missing or hurting myself. I add the kindling to the smouldering bark and watch as a tiny flame begins to lick at the wood.

I reach for another piece, but before I can pull it off the ground, his boot steps on it, stopping me dead in my tracks. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I turn around to crane my neck and peer up at Ghost standing over me.

“What?”

“Listen.”

I sit back on my knees to get a better look at Ghost as his foot remains on the piece of wood. His hands hang loosely at his sides, ready to reach for his weapon. He taps his right index finger against his thigh.

“I’m all yours,” I notice the tapping falters at my words.

“Once the task force has recovered after the attack, they’re moving to the Ludza base. We’ll meet them there when it’s cleared,” Ghost doesn’t spare any details, but I have to assume he was talking to Price. Maybe with the radio in the helicopter.

“Are there any updates?” I ask.

“On what?” he responds. Ghost’s choice of words allude to there being multiple updates, all of which are likely classified.

“Was my father there?” I ignore all my other questions to ask the one I care about the most. I don’t know how much longer he’ll entertain me.

“His body wasn’t found,” so maybe he was and escaped? Or maybe he didn’t go at all. Maybe the risk was too high. A thought flickers in my head. I push it away so it doesn’t metastasize into something horrible. What if he simply doesn’t care?

No. That’s impossible. He wouldn’t go through all this effort just to not show up. He loves me. He’d do anything for me.

I clear my throat. “When do we leave.”

“Tomorrow. 0600,” Ghost curiously tilts his head, waiting for more questions, but they never come. I’m sure part of him wants to know how loyal I am to my father. Sure, I alerted them of the attack, but that doesn’t mean I’m in the clear. My intentions appear more cloudy than ever. Whose side am I on? Why would I help them over my own family? Why would I wait so long to tell them about the attack?

Truth is, I don’t know. Seeing anyone be killed feels wrong. No matter their crimes. Why should I be the one to choose? But even indecision has consequences.

He heads for the door without another comment. My hand clenches around the chopped log. He’s avoiding me.

“Is there any way I could have a bath or shower out here?” I change the topic. I need to scrub myself clean from the dirt of our actions. The showers at the base are filled with mud. Their sinks with blood.

Ghost feigns looking around the cabin for a washroom. My lip purses with irritation.

“Sure, knock yourself out,” He slams the door behind him.

Asshole.

I throw more logs onto the fire. Knock yourself out. Sure. Knock yourself out. I split another piece of wood with the axe. Sure. My stubby nails press hard into my palm.

I raid the cabinets: basic survival gear and a whole lot of MREs. There are however several pots and pans and a kettle. We don’t have running water, but there is snow I can melt over the stove.

I need a tub.

My eyes shift outside to the veranda. Sitting there is the metal bin Ghost kicked only moments ago. That’ll do.

It’s heavy, but not unmovable. It looks like a tiny watering trough used for horses. I cross my fingers that it doesn’t leak.

After a couple hours spent melting and boiling snow, several more trips to the woodshed, and only one fall on the ice. I’ve made myself a lukewarm bath. It’s better than nothing. I entirely expected Ghost to yell at me for being outside again, but I haven’t seen him in hours. He truly is avoiding me.

Showering on the base was uncomfortable. The water was cold. Maximum time limit was five minutes. And I had to be supervised. Soap was nice enough to keep his back to me the whole time, but he was still ordered to be there. I was just glad it was him and not someone with worse intentions. I wish he was here now. Things are less awkward when he’s around.

Sitting in the tub, I have more time to myself than I’ve had in weeks. It’s small, so I have to keep my legs tightly bent at my knees to fit, but the rim is tall, ending at my shoulders. I filled it right full. The lye soap bar glides between my fingers as I softly run it along my skin and in my hair.

I feel sore everywhere. From the bed. From standing watching Ghost torture men all day. From the lasting marks of the men I’ve encountered.

I look down at the bruises now: most of them have begun to fade, with the exception of the fresh fingerprints wrapped around my upper arm from Ghost. The dark blues on my thighs have started to yellow with only a little remaining purple. My arms are bare, but my sides and back are the worst. The one time I was pushed onto a stair railing. That one’s the worst. The ugly mark above my hip looks like it should hurt more than it does.

I wrap my fingers around the marks Ghost left. Where did the gentle man from last night go? Was he real? Or is he just as evasive as campfire ghost stories? The man with the skull mask.

It’s too late if you see him, you’re already dead.

I see the looks he gets from the other soldiers. From his teammates. Ghost’s reputation precedes itself. They respect him. Of course, they do. But there’s more to their eyes. There’s fear.

If they’re scared, without a doubt I should be too. I know I should be. But a nagging part of me is more curious than anything. And a large part of me is still angry. Angry that he drug me into this mess. Angry that he doesn’t care how his teammates treat me. That he let these things happen. That they were planned.

If I was smart, I’d try and get away. I’ve thought about it. God, I’ve thought about it more than anything. But also, I want him to pull me close. There’s a burning desire to see the man everyone is so scared of. I want to feel him beneath my fingertips. I want him to leave more marks. To find his place in the heat of my flesh.

I press down on the marks until they throb under my hands.

“Fucking hell,” Ghost draws in a sharp breath as he opens the door. Without even fully stepping into the cabin, he’s already turning to leave. His knuckles are white from gripping the knob tight and he keeps his eyes averted to the ground. Behind him, I see the sun starting to set. I didn’t realize it’s that late already.

“It’s fine,” I call out to him. Ghost pauses, reluctantly finding my eyes. There’s a dark intensity to them as they fight the urge to wander. His chest deeply expands as he adjusts his breathing. “Same thing as the supervised showers, right?” But it doesn’t feel the same as having Soap guard the doors.

I don’t get a verbal response, but he does step inside the cabin. Ghost heads to the table and starts to strip from his gear, refusing to look in my direction. The rifle thuds against the wood when he sets it down. I hear a sigh of relief as his vest slides off.

“Bloody fucking hot in here,” he grumbles.

“I was using the stove all afternoon,”

Again, he doesn’t respond. I hoped he wouldn’t be so uptight when he returned, but his posture says otherwise. His back is tight and his hands clench at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. He walks over to the futon, then turns for the kitchen like he’s looking for the spot furthest away from me. Then he paces back over to the table and starts disassembling his rifle.

“What were you doing out there all day?” I ask, peering over the tub. He hunches over in the chair as his knees brush against the underside of the table. Ghost’s eyes are intently trained on the task at hand. He gently handles the various pieces as he lays them out to be cleaned. My eyes follow the veins in his forearms as they flex with each twist.

“It’s classified,” he mumbles, keeping his head down as he starts to clean the barrel. Figured.

I force my head under the surface one last time. The water has long lost its warmth. The air in the room is miles cozier, but I wasn’t about to abandon all my hard work so soon. Ghost’s presence ruins my peace.

“Don’t look,” I say to him as I reach for the towel draped across the wood. I keep my eyes on Ghost who keeps his eyes on his gun.

I shimmy my underwear on under the towel then reach for my bra and hastily fumble with the clasps. I feel a small sense of relief after putting the two on. I quickly step into my pants and then finally let the towel drop as I’m doing up the buttons. As I turn and bend over to grab my shirt, I feel a dark set of eyes wander over my uncovered skin.

“Is that from my men?” there’s a hollowness to Ghost’s deep voice that echos off the walls and ripples the water in the tub. I already know which mark he’s talking about.

“I told you not to look,” I mutter through my teeth. He doesn’t get to start this now.

“Y/n,” the chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. Heavy boots thud against the floor as they slowly approach from behind.

“Don’t act so surprised,” I tug the long sleeve shirt over my head and cover the bruises. “You said this was all a part of the plan. That you planned this.”

“I didn’t know-” he starts, but I cut him off. He has to be fucking kidding me.

“I told you!” My voice raises as I whip around to face him. “I literally told you!”

“Y/n, that was never part of my plan, I wouldn-”

“No! You don’t get to pull that on me.” Something in me snaps. “What? Do you need to see every damn bruise to believe me? You think I’d lie about this? Fine.” I pull up the back of my shirt. “That one, across my spine, is from when one of your men kicked in my knees while I was trying to walk drugged and blindfolded. So is this one,” I hike my shirt up higher.

“This one,” I turn so he can see the ugly bruise on my side, the one that originally caught his attention. “Is when I was pushed into a metal stair rail by your men. That was almost three weeks ago, Simon. This is nothing compared to what it was before. So, yeah, They’re from your men.”

I drop the back of my shirt back down and then reach for the neckline. I pull it over my shoulder until you can see the marks he stained my body with yesterday.

“But not these ones,” my voice turns sullen. His eyes are glued to my skin. My cheeks are burning and my hands shake. The air in the room is thick and smokey. I reach for Ghost’s hand and surprisingly he doesn’t pull away when I grab onto him. I wrap his fingers around my upper arm, overtop of the dark bruises that match him perfectly. “That’s all you, Simon. Their actions hurt no more than yours.”

Something indescribable flickers across Simon’s face. In the same instance, he tears himself away from me. As he takes a step back I notice a new emotion behind the mask: something adjacent to fear.

He turns on his heels with conflict on his mind, storming out of the cabin. Something has changed. I’ve cracked some part of himself buried deep within. My words struck a bone within Ghost – no, within Simon – and it rattled him deep enough to abandon all of his weapons. It’s an action that is completely out of his character. That alone should worry me.

They all lay neatly on the table just as he left them moments ago. Sure, the rifle is disassembled and otherwise useless to me, but the handle of the handgun is pointed in my direction. I feel my fingers twitch at my side.

PT14:

https://at.tumblr.com/sunonyoreface/he-knows-simon-ghost-riley-pt-14/isleu0k3o30h

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #he knows #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #COD MW2 #cod ghost #cod imagine #cod ghost imagine #MW2 #MWII #mw2 imagine #mw2 fanfic

1K notes · View notes

luvrxbunny · 8 months

Note

hi, im loving your work and i'm not sure if this is like where your at cause it's just regular old eddie but i was wondering if you'd write something like reader and eddie are both really into each other but haven't said anything and she knows how into d&d he is so she makes on of his campaigns into a comic but shes been so busy she unintentionally pulls away and eddies worried she finally "woke up" and realized hes a freak. maybe something like she's from new york banished to her aunts in hawkins aunts cause she has to repeat senior year again and eddie immediately is like wow. but happy ending obviously, maybe some smut if the spirit moves you. i hope this isnt too specific i know your last request was more vague but i had the idea and thought it'd be cute, if your not into it though that's fine i figure it never hurts to ask right 😘

hi! thank you for requesting! there actually isn't smut in this one but if you'd like some you can request a part 2 kinda thing!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie feels you pulling away and assumes the worst.

Warnings: smoking (weed), misunderstandings and emotions (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 6.9k

A/N: idfk this might be word vomit- i tried please have mercy

Eddie was the first friend you made here in Hawkins after being abandoned by your family. The sting of failing your senior year was enough, but the pain of your family being too embarrassed to house you anymore made it even worse. You had to watch all summer as all your other friends packed up for college while you were packing to be sent away. You were forced to go live with your aunt, which wasn’t the worst situation you could’ve ended in.

She’s nice to you, understanding. She doesn’t believe in traditional schooling, she says it’s ‘no wonder’ that you failed. She claims ‘You’re a special girl with the mind of an artist’ and ‘schools aren’t built for people like you two’. You love her, you just can’t stand some of her habits.

She lives a very hippie lifestyle. She forces you to walk to school, even on the first day, saying it was good for your mental health but all it did was make you incredibly sweaty for your first day. Although it ended up working out for the best.

You arrived panting and sweaty from your rush over. She hadn’t told you the night before that you’d be walking so you didn’t wake up early enough. You could not stand being late to first period, not wanting to deal with the entire class watching you find a seat. So you had to haul ass to school. You had planned out an incredibly cute outfit that was now ruffled, mussed, and damp with sweat. You wanted to cry as you sat down in the back left corner of the classroom, getting a nice view of the field beside the school, the trees and flowers that live there. You’re huffing and puffing, your breathing all out of order from you trying to regulate it as students pour in. You watched as the cliques formed themselves, having been established in the previous years. You took out a notebook and buried yourself in it, hoping no one would approach you.

The other students settled down and the teacher began her orientation. You aren’t listening as she speaks, watching the rain that's pattering gently on the classroom window. She was going on about the syllabus, informing you of the incredibly boring things you’d be learning in her class when he burst through. Opening the door with so much force that it slammed on the wall behind it, he was huffing and puffing, nearly soaked in rain with a bag loosely thrown over his shoulder. The thing about him that stuck with you though, was the blinding, dimpled, smile that was on his face. Despite being drenched, late, and the current center of attention, he had the largest smile you had seen all day. It was so genuine that you were smiling along with him without even realizing it.

“Mr. Munson. I see you’re in my class again…” She spat the words at him so venomously you expected to see his smile drop, falter at least but it widened instead.

“I am! Yes. I am! And I’d like to focus more on what that says about my… my determination, rather than what I may lack in this particular subject.” Again? Maybe he’s a repeat like me?

Something about the thought made you feel a bit fond of him.

“Mhm. That’s nice. Have a seat.” She continued to drone on as he looked around for a seat, his eyes widened at you, seeing you already smiling and staring at him. This snapped you out of your trance and you tried desperately to avoid his gaze, pretending like you hadn’t been watching him since he came in.

He decided to sit next to you and you guys hit it off instantly, later finding that you had almost every class together. You felt so lucky, he was so, so kind. He spent your first two periods and lunch together. He introduced you to his friends, let you know the special ins and outs of the school, and even offered you a ride when he found out your aunt was leaving you hanging. He told you that you’d have to wait with him after school because apparently, he ran a club called “Hellfire”.

Honestly, in the period after lunch, without him, you questioned if this was the kind of person you should align yourself with. In the next period, with him, when you walked in the door he waved you over and moved the backpack that was on the desk next to him. “Hey! I saved you a seat.” He had that shining, dimpled, smile again and you decided it didn’t matter what kind of person he was. He was kind to you and that’s what mattered.

You learned a lot about him and you feel like that’s when you started falling in love with him.

He told you about his struggles with his family, and why he lived with his uncle. He told you about his childhood and got a little teary-eyed, although he still kept his butterfly-inducing smile.

He told you about his struggles with this town and warned you that you may be subject to ridicule by befriending him. That was the only time his smile fully dropped, he got this kicked puppy look in his eyes as he lied to you, telling you that ‘he’d understand.’ or that ‘you don’t need to feel bad’. You told him you’re not afraid of some small-town hicks.

He apologized to you at the end of the class, saying it must’ve been awkward to listen to him blubber about his life all class but you, stars in your eyes and in love, adamantly assured him that you didn’t mind.

You ended up loving his club, the planning, the theatrics, and the suspense, were unbelievable. You were engaged the whole time, obsessed with how Eddie told his story, and invested in the team and their survival. You told Eddie about how cool you thought it was the whole ride home. By the end of the ride, you were apologizing profusely for how much you had talked about it but he, red in the face and flustered, adamantly assured you that he didn’t mind.

You guys have been almost inseparable since. It’s been about seven months here at Hawkins now and your little crush has snowballed into a bit of a colossal crush on Eddie. Nowadays, your Hellfire visits are filled with you just watching him. You don’t pay attention to the plot, to how the characters are doing, or anything… just him.

It’s getting a bit embarrassing in fact, because you’ll have fewer things to say on the ride to your house than you usually do and he’s begun to question it, asking if you thought he needed to work on anything and not believing you when you say that ‘he doesn’t need to change anything’ or that ‘it was so perfect you have no notes.’

A secondary reason you’ve started staring at him more is because you’ve been working on something for him; a way for you to confess how you feel about him in a way that you hope he’d like. You’re completely unsure of how he may feel about you. You’ve noticed a few things… the way he’ll save a seat and always give it to you, no matter who arrived before you, how he seemed to be somewhat softer with you than he is with everyone else, but you chalked it up to hopeful thinking.

You were trying to make a comic of the first time he invited you to Hellfire. You can remember it almost perfectly and for anything you don’t remember you can just refer to your journal. You’d written all about it after you got home.

You’ve been spending most of your time in the art room now, trying your absolute best to make it the most professional-looking, homemade comic anyone had ever seen. You think about the smile that Eddie would wear, even if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, you at least hope he appreciates the art.

You’ve gathered help from a lot of unsuspecting people. You found out that quite a few girls on the cheerleading team are a great help when it comes to designing the outfits. They’ve started to meet you in the art room at lunch to help with the comic, slightly invested in the plot even though you’ve explained multiple times that it’s technically Eddie’s plot. They’ve also become quite interested in your love life, knowing that it’s for Eddie. They actually root for the two of you, they were all much nicer than you expected them to be.

You’ve started to miss a few club meetings as well. To be fair though, you aren’t technically part of the club. Eddie explained that since you don’t play you’re technically just a consistent bystander. It had hurt your feelings at first, feeling left out of the group but now it’s just convenient. You don’t have to tell Eddie in advance that you aren’t going and you don’t need to tell him why. You always go to the art room instead to work on your comic. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, the cheerleaders join you after practice to help you work some more. You started to fall behind in school work, not paying attention to anyone or anything in class in favor of working on your comic instead. This little picture book has consumed your entire life for a few weeks. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was suffering the whole time.

He noticed it when it first started. At lunch one day, instead of eating and engaging in the conversation you kept opening your notebook and doodling little things he couldn’t see. He kept having to get your attention and re-explain everything that was happening whenever he tried to include you in the conversation. Eventually, you just told him, with a soft laugh, that you’re not listening. You giggled and went back to your doodling, not even realizing that what they had been talking about, was the idea of you joining Hellfire officially, even if you don’t play. Your disinterest almost broke Eddie’s heart, it hurt a lot actually but he reasoned with himself.

Maybe she just doesn’t want all the heat, and bullying that comes with being a part of Hellfire. She’s soft, she just doesn’t want to say that right now, in front of the whole table. She’s so cute… She’ll tell me why, later.

You never did. You never explained to him why you cared so little about being in a club he cared so much about.

You began to pull away more and more after that. He would plan campaigns with you in mind, creating twists and turns he knows you’d love, imagining the look on your face and the excitement in your voice when you’d tell him about it on the ride home. However, you started telling him you couldn’t make it to Hellfire. You never gave him an explanation and he never asked for one, you guys are just friends… he has no right.

A little piece of his heart would chip away every time you canceled on him, breaking even more whenever he had to receive pitiful stares from everyone else when they noticed characters in the campaign that were so obviously you-coded. The confused looks from every member whenever they asked where you were, only to be met with a sad shrug, became a bit too much for him. He was still giving you a ride home, you’d arrive at the end of Hellfire with a shy smile on your face for it every day so you had to be staying somewhere at school. He was determined to find you.

He ended Hellfire early one day and set on his quest to find you. He knows you love to read so the library was the first place he checked, only to find the doors locked. His next stop was the art room, stopping to peep inside the cafeteria on his way over and shaking his head sadly when you weren’t there. At this point, he’s sure that you’re in the art room, but what confuses him is that he can hear girly, popular, giggling coming from the very room that you must be in. He rushes over in a half-sprint, thinking that some girls were picking on you but when he gets to the door he can see you laughing along with them as you doodle on something.

“I mean he’s… cute..” Chrissy Cunningham says to Eddie’s intense confusion. Who are they talking about..? What is she doing with Chrissy Cunningham? The other cheerleaders burst into a smaller fit of laughter at her words.

“I think he’s cute!” You say and Eddie’s heart sinks at your words. Who? He waits there for a while but you guys never give specifics. He watches the cheerleaders giggle and tease you about your mystery crush. He only witnesses the way you fiddle with your pencil with the biggest smile he’s seen all day splitting your face. It hurts him to see you so happy over someone else, he watches you as a dark, numb, pain spreads inside his chest before walking away with tears in his eyes. His hands were in his pockets, shoulders hunched defeatedly as he heard you girls cheering behind him.

When you came for your ride he wasn’t in the Hellfire classroom waiting for you, instead, he was leaning on his van smoking. He never smoked around you, not cigs at least. You had explained your many bad memories with men who smoked and how it caused you to just despise the smell, that it even caused you a bit of anxiety before you even knew that he smoked.

Out of kindness, Eddie just avoided smoking around you all together, but right now he was stressed, hurt, and on the verge of a breakdown and a cigarette was the only thing that could keep him from that.

He didn’t care too much if you minded, you’d already decided you didn’t want to be around him anymore, choosing to hang out with the cheerleaders instead, letting them coax you over to the dark side from right under his nose. He should’ve held onto you tighter, he should’ve known they’d try and snatch you. You were so beautiful, and you’d be so popular under their watch but they’d also corrupt you, turn you into them, murdering the sweet, caring, and loving girl you were. The thought broke his heart, hence the cigarette in between his fingers when you approached him for your ride.

“Hey, Eddie! I was starting to think you left me!” You say with an adorable giggle that he wishes he could smile at. He blows smoke up into the air, avoiding your face, and puts it out.

“Yeah. I was actually thinking the exact same thing.” He says with a humorless laugh that shocks you. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay when he gets in and starts the van. You rushed over to your side to get in before he drove off in silence. This is when you’d ask him about Hellfire and he’d give you the outline of what happened, but this time when you ask, he responds with “Same old, same old.”

You never thought you craved his voice as much as you do now. The drive is longer, some strange traffic blocking the way and the silence in the van gets to be too much for you.

Forget about wrapping.

“Eddie?” He hums at you, letting you know he heard you but doesn't turn to look at you. His eyes stay on the packed, unmoving road. “I- I made you something.”

His head turns to you so fast you can almost hear it crack. “You made me something?” The shock in his voice is surprising. It’s like he never, ever, had even considered that with all your artistic talent, you’d want to make him something. You have all of his attention now.

“Yeah…” You reach into your bag and pull it out gently while Eddie gets off the road, pulling into a parking lot. “I- Well, I was going to wrap it but I’ll just give it to you now. I- I hope you like it…”

He’s smiling at you as you rummage through your backpack gently for whatever you have for him. He tried not to get too excited but he couldn’t help himself…

“I’ll love it, sweetheart.” His heart is swelling at the idea of receiving a gift from you. That means at some point, somewhere you had seen something and thought of him, you thought of him so much that you just had to buy that item and you planned on gift wrapping it for him.

Maybe it's a goodbye present. Fuck- be cool.

Eddie tried to shove his thoughts to the back of his head, his heart was pounding as you pulled it out of your bag. It was a little book… A comic book? “Oh! What comic is this?”

He grabs it from your hand to read the cover and sees “The Brave, Bold, and Indomitable, Eddie the Banished VOL. 1” He reads it over again and again, believing that his eyes are playing tricks on him before slowly turning to look at you. You had a sweet, shy, and scared smile on your face as you awaited his reaction. “No fucking way.” His voice is a low, stunned, whisper as your smile spreads and he quickly flips through the little book.

He opened the first page and felt like he couldn’t breathe, the art inside was breathtaking. “No fucking way.” He examined a character that was definitely him, running his fingers over the pages in awe.

“Yeah, t-that’s you.” You scoot closer to him and lean over the center console to point him out on the page. “Here’s the rest of the party.” You point out more details to him, explaining why you picked some of the outfits you did, and why you chose certain trees and times of day but Eddie isn’t paying very much attention. He’s not even looking at the book anymore, he’s just watching you. You’re explaining every aspect of the page to him as he inspects every aspect of your face. Until you abruptly stop and he watches embarrassment creep into your features. His eyes flicker back to the page as you take your finger away from where you were pointing and he notices a little person in the corner of the page, almost hidden in the bushes as the party makes their way through a forest.

“What-” He recognizes it on further analysis. “Is that you?” He asks with a chuckle of disbelief as he pulls the page closer to his eyes, admiring your little character. “Why are you in the bushes, sweetheart?”

You’re stumbling over your words at the pet name. Eddie has used it twice in this car ride alone and you’re struggling not to lose your mind. “U- Um well… I’m- I’m just a bystander so… so I’m just by-standing.” You end the sentence with a sad giggle and your eyes shift to your fidgeting hands in your lap. Eddie’s smile falters at it and the memory of him inviting you to be more than.

“Yeah. I mean- not for lack of trying y’know? I guess you’d rather be a cheerleader.” He tried to keep his tone light and jovial as he turned the page, now looking for you in every bush. He’s chuckling at your drawings as you’re overcome with confusion. “Eddie. What are you talking about?”

He doesn't look up from the book. “C’mon, love. We offered you a membership without gameplay and you just-” He takes a deep breath as he feels a small lump form at the base of his throat. “You couldn’t have been less interested.” He’s giving you that humorless laugh again as he flips the page. You’re searching your brain, racking your memories, trying to remember when this happened but coming up blank.

“Eddie, I don’t remember that happening.” He sighs, shuts the book, and shoves it under his thigh before starting the van back up, sad anger bubbling in his chest.

“Listen, I get it. Y’know, you wanna be popular. I understand the pull, sweetheart. I don’t blame you at all.” You’ve never felt more confused as Eddie pulled out of the parking lot. Your silence makes him nervous, and nerves make his mouth run.

“I mean… When you got here- poor unsuspecting, you- didn’t believe that the first friend you made was-” He lifts his hands from the wheel for a moment to make air quotes. “The town freak.” He gives you that laugh again.

“I’m honestly surprised that it took you so long to leave us losers for the popular crowd!” His voice is still upbeat, and light, as though he wasn’t breaking your heart and insulting you to your core at the same time. “OH! I- I guess you just needed a ride, right? It’s alright, sweetpea.” He’s so frustrating, that fake smile plastered on his face as he pulls up to your house.

“Eddie.” Your voice is strained around the ball in your throat but still angry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t even like what you’re saying so either explain or just stop talking.” He parks the van on your curb and stares at you silently. You take this as the ‘stop talking’ option. “Okay. Thanks for the ride…” You hop out of his van sadly and turn around. “I- I hope you like your comic, Eddie…” With that, you slam the door closed and rush to your front porch. Eddie waits to watch you enter the house before pulling out of your driveway, trying not to let his guilt override his anger.

On the whole drive home, Eddie is mulling over everything you said. Your seemingly genuine confusion over the invitation. He thinks over the original scene, you did say you weren’t listening. Eddie thought you meant it in the sense where you knew what the conversation was about but you wanted to stay out of it… but maybe you literally were not listening. Maybe you legitimately did not hear what they had said.

Eddie pulls into his driveway and opens the comic book, deciding he needs to read it before heading in. He didn’t realize how long he’d end up spending in his van, reading your comic but when he finally looked up from the pages, getting butterflies from your art and how vividly you remember his campaign, the sky was dark. He chuckled to himself and headed inside to get ready for bed.

Eddie flipped through the comic all night, noticing a pattern within your art. You were on every page that the Hellfire party was on, watching what he assumed was all of them. He was obsessed with your art, especially your character, and was psycho analyzing her when he noticed it. She was staring at his character. On every page the two of you were on, you were staring at him, your line of sight fixed on his character.

He felt as though he was losing his mind as he frantically flipped through every page. His heart raced as he watched your character watch him. He loved it, whether you did it on purpose or not, it was doing something to him. Heat rushed to his face as he put the book away and calmed himself down. He didn’t want to read too much into it but he couldn’t help the way his heart raced when he approached you about it the next day.

He wanted to work up to the subject, he wanted to pretend that it hadn’t consumed his every thought since he noticed but instead, he just blurted it out to you the moment he sat down.

“Why are you watching me?” His face goes red after the words shoot out, wishing he had taken more time to craft what he wanted to ask. He watches humored puzzlement bloom over your face as you giggle softly, giving him butterflies in his tummy.

“Eddie, you just got here. I was gonna say hi…” Your voice is timid, still careful after the little argument yesterday and fear begins to curl in Eddie’s stomach. He forgot he had been an asshole to you yesterday.

Maybe it’s a coincidence, maybe she was just drawing her “good side”. Why would she be staring at you, Munson? Get a grip, Jesus.

He tries to play it off. “I- I’m just sayin’ you could’ve waved or something.” He tries to sound upbeat, and cheerful, but he can’t get it to sound genuine. All night he’s been fantasizing about what it would be like if you actually liked him back. How he would give you hugs and kisses no matter where you were. He thought about how in love with you he’d be, it’d be pretty annoying to everyone else but he wouldn’t even care.

He knows you’d love it too, he’d give you everything he has, everything he had and ever will have.

He shouldn't have gotten so far ahead of himself.

He thought about how he would follow you to whatever college you wanted to go to- if you wanted to go. He would get a job nearby and you guys could rent an apartment together. He’d wait until you’ve graduated to ask you to marry him. He’d take you to your favorite spot, with all your favorite things, and propose to you in whatever way you’d want him to. He’d spare no expense on the ring- if that’s something you’d care about.

He’d start a mechanic shop with Wayne and they’d be so rich that you wouldn't even need to work if you didn’t want to. He thought about your kids, he’d hope that they look like you, they’d get far in the world being as beautiful as you are. He wants them to be like you too, good, sweet, and caring. He spent the night going over your whole lives together, his cheeks sore from how long he’d been smiling. But you don’t like him like that.

Eddie distantly hears the bell ring, not realizing he’d spent the whole class moping over the fact that you don’t like him. He looks around to see you’ve already left him. You usually wait with him, you like to chat on the way to the next class. Your absence has never felt so painful for him.

Once he’s gathered his things he heads to the next class where he sees your seat surrounded by cheerleaders, a small smile on your face as they seem to dote on you. He decides he doesn’t need to sit with you today, you have enough people to keep you company. He actively avoids looking at you for the duration of the class, rushing out once the bell rings.

He rushes to the bathroom, bumping into people and getting insults hurled his way in the process. He gets to his stall, with all his graffiti, and slumps against the wall to the floor. His mind is racing, his chest heaving as he tries to cope with losing you. She’s with them now I guess? But-

His memories flash back to all the times you guys hung out, just the two of you. He felt as though you were just a better, female version of him. You were an outcast but in the best- or worst- way possible. You were like a gem he had found in this pile of shit town, everyone else had overlooked you, not wanting to wash the shit off to see you shine, but he had. He didn’t care about the shit, he wanted to be there for you in the way no one was there for him when he arrived.

He thinks he fell in love with you the moment he found out you were also repeating your senior year, not for the third time like him but still. He thought it was cute how embarrassed you were about the fact that you were repeating, he loved the way he was able to help you be more comfortable and help you understand that it’s not your fault.

He felt like- He thought that he was something special to you, he hoped he was something special to you. He treats you like you’re something special to him because you are- or at least he thought he treated you like that.

Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he should’ve invited you to play in Hellfire more often, invited you over more, given you more of his lunch when your aunt forgot to give you money, and given you a better discount on his weed. Maybe he should’ve just been less of a freak.

Tears are gathering in his eyes as he angrily rubs at them, feeling pathetic. Crying over a girl in a bathroom stall. I really am a fucking loser.

He takes a few deep breaths before getting off the ground, leaving the bathroom, and heading to the cafeteria. He expects to see you at his table, and the butterflies in his stomach come back to life when he imagines the tone you’ll give him when you ask where he’s been like you always do when he’s late. He grabs lunch and sits down… you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s your better half?” Gareth asks, gaining a laugh from the table. It just hurts Eddie more. He stays silent, pulling out his Walkman and letting music drown out every voice or thought in his head until he sees people getting up to leave.

“Hey, Ed.” Gareth is the only one who waited for him.

“I’m sorry if I was an ass earlier. I know you like her, I just- I thought you actually did know where she was.” Eddie feels his throat close up and almost rolls his eyes at himself.

“It’s fine, Gareth. She’s probably off with Chrissy Cunningham.” He says with a gruff, tense voice, ignoring the shock that plasters on Gareth’s face.

“Cunningham? What- How does she even know her?” Eddie shrugs and starts walking to his next class, Gareth following close behind. “She’s like what? Friends with them now? She’s gonna be a cheerleader or something?” Eddie feels his emotions building inside him, like an overfilled balloon and he’s about to pop.

He stops walking and turns to him. “I don't fucking know, Gareth.” Gareth’s gaze shifts from Eddie immediately. “I don’t know why she’s hanging out with them now. I don’t know why she doesn’t come to Hellfire or why she doesn’t talk to me on the ride to her house anymore. I don’t know!” Eddie is met with silence at the end of his rant. “Oh! I know.” His voice has dropped to a low, condescending, whisper.

“Maybe she got tired of being one of the freaks, hmm?” He rushes off to his next class and for the first time, he’s grateful that you’re not in it.

You’re in class and your thoughts could not be further from the material. You’re thinking about Eddie of course. The way he acted in the van yesterday, the way he acted in first period, and even second period. You noticed he came into lunch late and didn’t even speak to anyone when he did come in. He didn’t look at you, talk to you, or anything. It hurt.

You’re anxious, leg bouncing and chewing on your pen as you watch the clock. You need to see him, ask him what’s wrong.

Maybe he figured it out. Fear shoots through you. Maybe he figured out that I like him from the comic. I didn’t get to explain much but he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. Is this his reaction to my liking him? No. It can’t be. Even if he didn’t like me back… I don’t think he’d treat me like this. I think he would let me down gently.

It’s a nice thought but it just leaves you back where you started. What is wrong with Eddie?

You’re ready to ask him. You got there first and pulled his desk a little closer to yours, hoping to have a full, meaningful conversation with him. He never shows.

This isn’t alarming to anyone but you, everyone scoffs when the teacher reads out Eddie’s name the second time. There are murmurs of “took him long enough” and “I’m so shocked” hurting you with their lack of care. You wait for attendance to finish before asking to go to the bathroom. You take your bag with you and no one questions it, knowing you as the ‘good girl’, not realizing you’re about to skip class for the first time.

You roam the school looking for Eddie. You check Hellfire’s room, the band room, even the art room but you can’t find him. You check places he wouldn’t be, the library, the computer lab, and even the abandoned school basement. Your heart is racing as you rush out to the parking lot, hoping at least his van is still here and that’s where you find him. Coughing on what you assume is cigarette smoke by his van.

“Eddie!” You shout his name without thinking and his head whips in your direction, shocked. A smile spreads on his face as you stomp toward him. Despite all the unknowing pain you’ve put him through today, the butterflies in his stomach are still alive for you.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” His smile falters but quickly returns as he goes to hand you the joint he’s smoking.

“You’re skipping!? You look like you need this more than I do.” You take the joint and inhale the most smoke you can without burning your lungs, Eddie looks impressed.

“I do need this more than you.” You speak as you exhale. Eddie is staring at the joint, waiting for you to pass it back but instead, you take another hit. “I need this more than you do because I’m not the one who is stressing you beyond oblivion! What is going on with you?” Eddie’s eyes are on the ground as he kicks the little rocks there.

“Eddie. You know you can talk to me, right? If anything is going on with Wayne or- or maybe something else? I don’t know I- I just- I can’t figure out why you’re acting so… different.”

He laughs. He fully laughs at you. His hand on his chest, leaning back and roaring his laughter into the air. “I’m acting different?” He snatches the joint from your hand. “I’m the one acting different, sweetheart? Miss ‘So sorry I can’t come to Hellfire today! No! I’m not going to explain!’, you’re telling me that I’m acting different?” He takes a drag

“You don’t care about my campaigns anymore, you never have time to come over, you never have time for me to come over, and now you- you don’t sit with me at- at lunch anymore?” His voice breaks at the end and he turns away to take a hit before you can see the tears in his eyes. “Don’t tell me that I’m stressing you out.” He scoffs and holds his hand out, passing you the joint.

It strikes something in you; Eddie still passing the joint back to you even though he’s upset. You take it from him with a small ‘thank you’ and take a hit before responding. “I was- It was the comic Eddie… I was working on the comic. It was harder than it looked I guess. I- I couldn’t get your hair right and-”

Eddie hasn’t reacted, he feels like he’s in shock, like his heart has stopped, he’s having a stroke, something. Your voice sounds far away as he’s buried in his thoughts.

I’m a dickhead. I’m an asshole. She was doing it for me and I’m- I was yelling at her for it. I’m a fucking asshole. She’s still talking to me so softly too. Fuck. Why isn’t she upset with me? Why isn't she yelling at me? Why aren’t I apologizing?

“I’m sorry!” His voice is the epitome of pitiful, he didn’t notice the knot that had made home in his throat or the tears that had been sitting on the ducts. Your eyes are wide and you almost drop the joint to hug him, knowing he gets emotional when he’s high.

“Why are you sorry? You don’t need to be sorry- what’s wrong?” His arms wrap around you, crushing you to his chest as he huffs out breaths into your hair. He’s trying to calm down, trying to not completely break down in front of you but he’s failing so far.

Fuck- fuck. Stop crying- what the fuck happened to you? Stop blubbering like a bitch- She’s she’s so soft- oh fuck she’s so warm. She’s so fucking sweet. I fucking love her. She’s- She’s so stupid.

“I do ne- need to be sorry what are you talking about?” He pulls away, leaving one hand on your shoulder as he runs his knuckles and the back of his arm along the bottom of his nose. “I was being an asshole- an asshole. When you were just tryna do something nice.” He’s breathing out shuddering breaths as he speaks.

She’s too sweet to me. She still has her arms around me- such a fucking sweetheart. I love her- I want her, I wanna tell her.

You don’t know what the fuck is going on. Eddie is a blubbery mess in front of you, holding you close as he tries to calm himself down. He’s gripping your shoulder so hard you feel like he may puncture your skin but you never want him to move it.

You should be focusing on the fact that he’s crying because he thinks he was mean to you but all you can think about is one thing.

His lips are wet and pink from his tears and his teeth.

You try to ignore it; the urge to kiss him. You try to think about how to comfort him but your arms are still around his waist, it would be so easy to just pull him in…

“Eddie. I don’t mind, I should’ve told you.” You separate from him and he gasps softly.

“I was actually spending so much time on it for a more selfish reason.” Your heart is racing but not as much as it was the last time you planned to confess.

How nice he is to you has to mean something, he gives you a ride home every day. That has to mean something. He gives you discounts on weed when you know he makes Gareth pay extra. How upset he is over possibly being mean to you. That has to mean something. The way he’s looking at you right now… That has to mean something.

“Eddie, I like you.” You shove the words out of your throat, leaving you breathless after they come out. “I- shit.” You looked at him. His face is blank. “I really like you, so much that if you don’t like me back I- I don’t care- We- we can just be friends. We can- I can pretend that this never happened… It’s okay.” You’re a little frantic as you get the words out, nervous at Eddie’s silence.

You risk a glance at his face and there are tears in his eyes again. “Can I kiss-” He inhales a gasp. “Can I kiss you?” His face is full of wonder like he’s genuinely in disbelief at what’s happening.

You want to cry. “Yes. Please.” You try not to sound too eager but you’re already taking a step toward him and your hands are reaching for him.

He’s all over you in an instant, whimpering into your mouth the moment your lips meet. His hands are covering both sides of your face, pulling you into him desperately. He’s twisted you up against his van, his hands moved to your waist to bring you impossibly closer. You pull away with a smile to breathe but Eddie whimpers and leans back into your lips.

You can’t help the giggle that comes out, breaking the kiss and causing Eddie to whine again. “I thought you wanted to kiss me? Kiss me.”

“Wait- I’m a-” Eddie pulls back to let you speak, although you can see he wishes he didn’t have to. “Eddie… You like me?” His eyes widen and his face turns red at the question.

“How is that even a question you’re asking me right now? I- of course, I like you. I can’t believe that you like me.” His voice is gentle as he speaks, tense like he’s waiting for you to change your mind about him. You shake your head with a smile and pull him back in, humming happily as his lips eagerly press into yours.

You guys left school then, Eddie drives you both to his place and you guys finish the joint on the way. His hand was on your thigh the whole time with that shining, dimpled smile, beaming at the road the entire ride. It was the best ride of your life, it had you thinking about your life with him.

How much you’d love him. How you’d give him hugs and kisses no matter where you guys were. You thought about how in love you are, it’d be pretty annoying to everyone else but you wouldn’t even care. You know he’d love it too, you’d give you everything you have, had, and ever will have.

Thank you so much for reading! and thank you even more for requesting!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

#eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #luvrxsmut #luvrxfics

344 notes · View notes

sl33py-day · 1 year

Note

I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I'm gonna try...

I see that you have ideas for Sagau content. What if it was an imposter au where Nahida knows that y/n is the true creator and keeps y/n in Sumeru and makes Cyno y/n's bodyguard. Cyno's skeptical at first, but only protects y/n because Nahida told him to. But over time, Cyno starts developing feelings for y/n and realizes that y/n is the true creator and something in him just snaps. He goes full on yandere, killing anyone who dares to look at y/n wrong.

(Feel free to ignore this, I just wanted to help you get through writer's block. If you do notice this and decide to write for it, it would be nice if I could see a male y/n, please)

This was kinda fun to write! Also we need more Yan!Cyno content it’s interesting. Kinda mixed it up with him finding out your the creator then falling in love slowly sorry about that!

!Not proof read!

Yandere Cyno x Male Creator reader

(Slight Tighnari x reader)

Tw: death, some gore? I believe, leave if you like tighnari.

Being chased by a mob the first day you go into genshin isn’t very fun. But I can’t say that you didn’t expect it. Going into genshin is what you didn’t expect.

You were playing genshin before you suddenly passed out. No not because you were being transferred to genshin, it was 3 am. Then you woke up in a field of flowers of all kind of colors. Seeing a bush of pink Rhododendron from afar was a pretty sight when waking up. The wind was soft but cold as if telling you a storm is coming closer.

The clothes you were wearing stayed the same. A hoodie and some comfy pants. Nothing special really but it seemed to cause chaos as you walked to a more civilized area.

“Is that the creator?”

“No, his excellency is currently in Liyue…”

“It’s an imposter then! Go inform everyone!”

The sounds of people talking already made you feel a little bit uncomfortable. You had a sense of running away, somewhere far far away. You ignored it until you picked up on the words ‘imposter’ and ‘inform everyone’ was when you ran out of the area.

Everything After that became a blur, sounds of screaming and shouting along with constant running around in zig zags. You stopped when you saw a forest, god have you been running so far that you’re now in sumeru? Taking a quick glance behind you to see that everyone is gone. ‘They gave up? Good for me’ you thought before continuing to walk slowly.

You’re thankful that you’re not in any place where anyone could see you. The forest is really beautiful and calm though. Everything is beautiful if you have a chance to look at it long enough. Though night time is really your favorite. Seeing the stars as they light up the sky as if they feel safe only coming out at night.

You heard talking from a bit away, shit you where to in thought to realize that your now in gonna get chased by people again. That was until the person talking was Nahida herself, just sitting on a rock making flower crowns with a pile of blue and white roses.

Accidentally Stepping on a branch on the floor caused her to look your way. You faced showed horror as everything left in your mind was how fucked up you were. Only for Nahida to smile and wave you over to her.

Hesitantly you walked over to her and sat beside her. “Hi.” Was what you said she gave you a closed eyes smile before saying “Hello, you must be tired from all that running. If only they weren’t very easily tricked to believe you’re the imposter of His excellency..” her voice held sadness even if she tells the other archons they wouldn’t believe her. Though you felt safe in sumeru, you got an archon not after you! People will but hey Nahida is a good archon.

“Here! I made a flower crown for you!” She gave you the blue and white flower crown. You grabbed it while you softly put it in your hair. Your hair was kinda messy, the running made it tangled and greasy. “Thanks Nahida…” your throat felt sore and it sounded almost raspy. All of a sudden Nahida gasped as if she had a great idea.

“I have a wonderful Idea your excellency! I want to give you someone that could protect you.” She told you as she went on saying that the other nations aren’t safe for now, or ever, until they believe the ‘creator’ is a fake and you the ‘imposter’ is the one that is real.

She dragged you all the way to a small market before telling you to stay behind some rocks so she could get you some new clothes. After some time she came back with something that reminded you of scaramouche new design. But you weren’t complaining it was f/c!

Once again being dragged by Nahida after you got dressed and towards the desert. “Nahida, can I ask why we’re going to the desert?” You politely asked as she jumped from one leg to the other like skipping stones as she walked. She hummed before saying “Well, I believe Cyno is a good bodyguard for you! He is in the desert so that’s why where here!” She said before Cyno kinda popped outta nowhere. He looked bored but was still ready for whatever Nahida needed.

“Is there something you need?” He asked as he sounded as Bored as he looked. Nahida smiled and nodded telling him that you were the creator, the real one, and that he should watch you.

“What if he’s actually the imposter? He could be using you!” Cyno half yelled as he looked, well more like glared at you. You just looked at the floor finding it more interesting then what they’re talking about. Nahida patted Cyno’s head a bit and just told him to trust her.

“Fine, come where going to a house.” He started walking in the opposite direction not really saying anything after. Still standing their confusion filled you head. ‘Da fuq is happening right now?’ Before you could think more cyno sighed and turned around saying that you’re gonna stay with him till further notice.

Ah, that’s a mistake on you part. But you didn’t know.

After some weeks of you staying with Cyno and having him following you around when outside. You were happy, and you could almost say the same about cyno. Both of you apparently have the same type of humor and would tell joke every now and again. You felt like you deserved the title of being his friend!

Cyno on the other hand…Where do you wanna start? Certainly the first few days and weeks he was cautious with you. Not believing you were the creator. But as he saw the way you would light up with joy when seeing the slimes. The slime’s didn’t even attack you! As soon as he saw that none of the dangerous creatures weren’t having their murder problems he knew you were the creator. Slowly he started to fall for you. Having a slightly red face every time you laughed at his joke out of pure happiness to stuttering every now and then when talking to you.

With the realization of you being the creator he quickly remembered that he’s your bodyguard. Well that thought came randomly when you and him were visiting Tighnari. How did you get to meet tighnari? Let’s just say that Cyno had stuff to do and couldn’t bring you with him. For reasons of course. So he left you with tighnari. Thankfully the sassy fennec fox didn’t question nor care who you were as long as you didn’t do anything bad.

“Hey nari, what’s the latest thing you found out about today?” You asked Tighnari while he was taking notes. Cyno was getting some stuff for tighnari at the moment. Tighnari looked at you before continuing to write down notes in his book.

“If you must know, I found a weird mushroom that I haven’t written down and that’s what I’m doing now.” There was a bit of annoyance in his voice. He wasn’t even annoyed at you he was tired and the longer he hasn’t gotten sleep the more he get annoyed.

You apparently taken notice that he was tired and most likely hasn’t gotten sleep for a week. Sighing before walking past him and towards his small kitchen area thing. His face held confusion until you came back with a….blanket?

“Go. Lay on the bed.” He blinked once, twice before he started to say he needed to write down the rest or else. You had the ‘😐’ face before dragging him out of his chair and pushing him in the bed. Luckily his papers didn’t get ripped in the process.

“You are tired. Sleep.” With a more stern voice you put the blanket on him. After a few minutes he fell asleep as you to felt sleepy. Making the wrong decision to cuddle with Tighnari, you laid under the blanket and fell asleep.

Cyno was expecting to see tighnari scolding you for trying to eat a mushroom. Not you two asleep in a cuddle like position. He opens the door with a basket of food that the fox asked him to get. Even though the room was dark he could see the two of you.

At that moment he felt a stab in his chest. Like being stabbed through your heart kind of pain. He didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like the way you two were cuddled up together! Why didn’t you want to do that with him? He’s always with you anyways.

His amber eyes glared at the slowly waking tighnari. What’s so special about Him? He’s better! Is he there when you have a nightmare? No but he was! All of a sudden he thought of something. His eyes filled with hatred, did Tighnari kiss you? It was really far fetched but nothing can convince a delusional mind. The sounds of foot steps snapped cyno from his thoughts.

“Hm, Cyno? You got the apples and the rest?” Tighnari a groggy voice asked him as he rubbed his eyes. Seeing the basket he smiled a little and took the basket out of Cyno’s hands. The white haired male followed the other to the table before asking in an angered tone.

“What were you and M/n doing?” Tighnari let out a confused ‘Hm?’ Sound as he looked back at Cyno. “What where you and M/n doing?” Cyno repeated once again but with a more aggressive voice. The fennec fox was slightly shocked at how aggressive he was being.

“He told me to take a break, or should I say take a nap. He probably was also tired and laid next to me.” After having all the things out of the basket Tighnari brought the basket over to another table. Cyno only glared at him he doesn’t understand why he wants to hurt him.

His sanity is like a slowly braking fine China. The small cracks spread all over, leaking every possibly rational thought. It was as if the lightest of touch will make it crumble to the floor in a pile of dust.

“Hey Cyno, you’re always with M/n. Right?” Tighnari asked as he blushed a little. The white haired male only nodded not liking where this is going. “Well, I-I like them…I don’t know how to tell him. I feel like he doesn’t like me.”

That was the touch that sent his sanity down the drain. Tighnari likes you? The boy he seems to dislike or is annoyed to be around the h/c boy? That can’t be real, tighnari must be joking! But what if he isn’t?

Cyno grabbed a knife from the table beside him and pointed it at tighnari’s neck. Freaking out the said male backed away slowly eventually hitting the wall. Fear was all over his face. Cyno moved the knife closer to his throat causing it to bleed a little.

“You can’t have him.” Cyno spoke as the knife was going a little bit deeper. More drops of blood started to trickle down tighnari’s neck causing his shirt to turn the same shade of red. Gulping as hard as he could, Tighnari spoke up.

“Why not?” His voice a little shaky but sounded like a confident tone. That made cyno glare harder and push the knife deeper. Slowly he kept pushing the knife into his neck as more blood covered the sliver knife and tighnari’s shirt.

“Cause M/n is mine.” Cyno aggressively pushed the knife all the way into tighnari’s neck before quickly pulling it out again. Blood filled his mouth as he began to choke on the blood. Tighnari looked at cyno with a fear stricken face as he fell to the floor dead.

Taking a few seconds to realize what had happened he grabbed tighnari’s leg and dragged him out. Not caring about the body he just put it on the floor with something covering it.

He walked back to still see you asleep. You must be really tired if you slept through all that. Quickly cleaning the blood and doing the stuff he need to do to hide the evidence. He walked up to you as a lovesick smile appeared on his face.

“I don’t care that you’re the creator.” He softly touched your cheek. He crawled under the blankets and cuddled up to you like Tighnari was doing before.

“But I love you and I don’t want you to leave….no matter what it takes.” He fell asleep quickly leaving the house silent.

The next few week were nothing but the news of many people being murdered. A lot of them were people who you talked to. Guessed cyno wasn’t joking.

#yandere cyno x reader #Yandere genshin #sagau impostor au #yandere genshin impact #male reader #Cyno x reader #Yandere Cyno #Tighnari x reader #Yandere SAGAU #creator reader

606 notes · View notes

mysticalsoot · 7 months

Text

someone to (not) watch me die

mistki and dsmp dr? tears.

➸ note; um so i got one too many dsmp crimeboys edits on my fyp that inspired this monstrosity. i don't often cry at whatever I write, especially while writing it but I'm still recovering so.. fair warning. its based off my dsmp dr with @lillylvjy so that's why its very very very canon adjacent. anyways, listen to I bet on losing dogs by mitski while reading (have it on repeat) if you want an extra lil sting. also I uh may have used this photo on a diff fic before but if I did, no I didn't!

➸ pairing; c!lmanbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises.

➸ warning; hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2k

main masterlist // part 2

it wasn't uncommon for wilbur to be distant with you, he always had his moments where he was less than loving. but he always had his moments, the nights where he'd come home after a day of work, crawling into bed and holding onto you like his life line. he'd kiss all over your face and murmur sweet words and praises, how much he loved and adored and appreciated you.

yet, the next day when you woke up, he'd be back in his office, working by lamplight and only responding with hums and refusing eye contact. it was torture for you. getting him again, held in your arms and so close to your heart only for him to walk away. to turn off his warmth and shove the cold into your face.

there came a day where you wouldn't seek him out anymore, you'd let him come to you if he so desired. but he often didn't, and when he would exist out of his office once in his adult life, he'd simply complain about the war or his enemies or his father or his brothers. if anything, more complaints slipped past his lips than a simple 'i love you'.

of course, you wondered if it was your fault, if you did something that turned him off from you, made him shut you out. yet you also wondered if he found you to be a bother, or something that only held him back. granted it was known he was a bit older than you, it didn't really matter but maybe it finally got to him. where he internalized it and thought it would lessen his chances of being elected or keeping office for the country of L'manburg. you thought it was stupid, but it wasn't so out of the picture.

the day started out like most others, you'd tend to yourself, eating and showering and doing something to keep your mind at peace. often baking or crafting, or going out to the flower fields to check on what has newly grown. you began to get restless, hearing wilbur from upstairs. he's pacing and mumbling to himself. most likely frustrated with something new, something he must be writing. something with lmanburg. something that has nothing to do with you.

but you want to mend things, you want to heal things or at least build a temporary bridge between the two of you. you're desperate for closeness again, and while you'd never admit it to him; you could never love another like he. you simply couldn't find the same type or amount of love in your heart for another person. another insane man like him.

so, you set out to pick a bouquet of his favorite flowers, pruning them and putting them in a vase you both made together early on in your relationship. you filled it with water and sugar, placing the cut flowers in the vase and tying a ribbon around the glass and making a bow before starting your trip up the stairs and into his office. you sigh softly before knocking on the door.

you hear shuffling for a moment, drawers opening and the sound of paper rustling before wilbur sighs deeply, "come in, love."

you open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you, his face held in his hands on his desk. he lifts his gaze to catch on you as you set the flowers on his desk. his gaze softens on you, almost sad and mournful and you can't quite place why.

a sour, sad smile curves on his lips, "what are those, dear?" he pats his thigh, beckoning you to him. he hasn't done that in months--but you'd be a fool to decline, so you quickly run over, sliding into his lap and resting against his chest.

"flowers for you," you sigh, nestling your nose against his neck, his hands coming up behind your head to rub at your hair.

"why, baby?" his voice cracks softly and he leans his face down to your cheek, kissing the soft skin before nuzzling his nose against the shell of your ear.

"a reminder that you can't throw me away," it comes out as more of a whine than you would have liked it to, but as always, you become vulnerable around him. there isn't much you can hide.

he's silent, his body tensing up at your words as he combs his fingers through your hair. his breath shakes, but he hides any emotion he must be feeling too well for you to pick it out.

"I haven't thrown you away. you're my baby, yes?" he croons softly, his lips ghosting over your temple and cheek, placing kisses as a silent truce.

"then why do I never see you?" you huff, pulling your body closer to his as a way to soak in the attention. or to receive comfort. you are his baby, but you aren't strong enough to admit it.

"I'm busy, that's all, love. I'm here now, aren't I?" he sucks in a breath after he speaks, hands now both in your hair and on your back, trying to give you that comfort you seek.

"you should come to bed earlier tonight. just.. I want you to be around me, for once."

you can tell he takes a moment to think, gears turning in his skull as his fingers trace on your back, ghosting over the skin.

"I can try," he breathes softly, his face in your hair, and his hand held on the back of your head.

"do you promise, wilbur?" you whisper, pressing your hands into his back.

"I promise," he kisses your forehead, holding your face in his hands as he keeps you in front of him, "I have some more work to do, I'll see you later, okay?"

he brushes stray strands of hair out of your face before placing a few kisses around your face, landing a final sweet kiss to your lips.

"okay, okay," you whisper, like a promise to yourself as you step out of his lap, walking to the door and standing there for a moment before turning to face him.

"enjoy the flowers. i love you, okay?" you smile softly, and he meets your eyes, an apology held in his irises that you can't quite register fully.

"I love you too. i will, I always do," he smiles sweetly, waving at you as you leave his office and head downstairs. you're partly thankful he has work for a bit more, you had plans of going to nikis bakery to pick up a few pastries for the two of you to share and your hope is that he'll be done by the time you're back. so you slip on your shoes and take the walk towards town square. it's nice today, the leaves are falling all ready to crunch under the feet of L'manburg's citizens. the wind brushes your cheeks, chilling the skin and bringing that familiar fall redness.

you always enjoyed fall walks, and it always brought you joy but the prospect of spending time with wilbur this evening put an extra pep in your step. you wave at any familiar face, smiling softly and greeting all of the sellers at their booths. you don't notice your sister not being at her flower shop, or Tommy not tending his fireworks stand in front of it. you don't notice many of the things that are painfully off about the day, your happiness clouding your judgement.

you quickly slip into nikis bakery, looking down at the case of the daily pastry specials, before choosing two of her cinnamon cookies and two of her pain au chocolat. they're both yours and wil's favorite, and while you'd adore sharing, wilbur is often possessive with his sweets. so it's best to get two of each.

you smile to yourself as Niki packages each pastry and she giggles at your happy demeanor.

"feeling extra peppy today, huh?" she smiles, ringing up the pastries and asking for payment. you pay quickly while nodding, smiling so wide and happy.

"yeah, I finally got Wilbur to agree to come to bed early. so I have plans for a bit of a date night. i just hope he sticks to his promises," you grin, taking the pastries gratefully into your hands.

"he sticks to his promises, when it comes to you. I have a good feeling," she nods as she speaks, a few moments later you both bid your farewells to one another; fully knowing you'll be back for a bread order on Sunday.

you took the long walk home, wanting to take in more of the nature around you, and to give wil some extra time to work. you knew he'd go over what he promised, but you hoped he'd pay his promise due.

plus, the scenic route was always more enjoyable. so the longer way will do, the flower fields grazing your ankles. the sun setting gently, casting a golden hue across the land, the soft shadows of buildings and trees painted on the grass. it was beautiful, almost like you were walking through a painting.

you finally made it home, opening the door and shutting it behind you. not noticing wil's work boots being gone from their spot on the rack. you giggled as you held the pastries in your hand, calling out for Wilbur.

"Wil? my love! i have sweets from Niki!" you hurried up the stairs, peeking into the bedroom before looking over the banister at the downstairs; nothing. you hum, walking over to his office, opening the door to still find anything but him.

you frown, "wilbur?" you call again, turning to walk out before your eyes catch on his desk, the now empty vase held on the desk without a flower in sight.

you looked closer, there on his desk laid a note and a rose from the bouquet you put there the same morning. you opened the note after a moments hesitation and you skimmed the words, eyes widening and tears falling as the message set in your mind.

'my darling,

you'll always be my baby.

yet, there's more for me, just not here.

- yours, wilbur.'

you dropped the pastries, and then the letter, slumping into his desk before shuffling through every single drawer and pile of papers. tears cascading down your cheeks.

"no, no, no, no-" you try desperately to convince yourself or a cruel joke, searching for more answers somewhere in his desk. it must be here, mustn't it? he was always one for dramatics so surely there's another secret note.

you spend the next hour tearing through his desk, tearing apart his office before you admit defeat. laying your head on his desk and letting yourself crack, you let it all out. tears and sobs and cries and screams bounce against the bookshelves that line the walls of his office.

there's a knock at the door, and after a moment of contemplation, you dazedly take the stairs down to the foyer, opening the door and being greeted by Phil. by Wil's father.

"Phil?" you start, ready to ask if he's here to tell you where wil is, that it's some sick joke he'll apologize for and never pull again-

"you know, don't you?" he pauses, avoiding your gaze, "we found his body, he left this for you."

he hands you an envelope and you take it, nodding to him as he speaks soft words of condolences and a goodbye. you shut the door, letting yourself fall against it as you stare at the folded envelope, wondering if it's worth the trouble to open.

what more could he possibly say?

but also, what more could it hurt?

you open it gingerly, sighing softly as you sniffle, wiping your eyes gently.

as you unfold the letter, out comes a wedding band, tied by string to another ring.

the ring you told him you wanted as your wedding band.

it clatters to the floor and you break again, letting out loud, pained sobs as you cry and shake on the floor, eyes unable to peel themselves from the rings that now lay on the hardwood below.

the note falls beside the metal rings, a simple phrase scratched into the parchment; 'in another life, my baby'

you want to burn it, to scream and curse the universe.

but then you wonder how much trouble it'd be to join him.

taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @willgoldszn @whos-nicooo @zebonos

122 notes · View notes

yuulina-vre · 8 months

Text

No fun

Summary: Steve comes down with a cold, but is it really just a clod?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Masterlist

Y/N walks through the ankle-high grass, looking forward with a soft smile as her eyes gaze over all the pretty and colorful flowers. The smell is wonderful. Fresh and flowery. Soothing.

The only thing that’s a little annoying is the chill of the breeze. Goosebumps spread over her skin, and a small shiver runs down her body. And this sound. What is that? It’s a bit dull and faint, but it doesn't sound good. Could it be coughing? While she tries to listen, she turns and turns around, trying to find something. Someone!

The flower field slowly fades, but the coughing sound just gets stronger, louder. It takes a few more seconds for her to really start to wake up, but by the time her eyes slowly flutter open, she hears the coughing loud and clear. She blinks a few times and rubs her eyes to be able to focus on their dark bedroom, then she turns on her back and sits up a bit, eyes focusing on Steve lying beside her. He’s on his side, back to her, but his body is shaking and rocking with the violent, deep, and wet-sounding cough that sounds like they hurt and burn.

“Stevie?”

“D-Doll…” He stops answering for another round of coughing which lets Y/N’s mind ring with alarm. She sits up straight then, her right hand holding her up while her left hand gently strokes over Steve’s back. “That sounds nasty.” She tries to soothe him a bit, to get him to calm down and comfort. It takes a few more minutes, but then Steve settles down exhausted as he rolls on his back. His eyes are half-lidded as he pants. “Stevie, that isn’t just a cold anymore.”

“No, I’m fine. Probably swallowed wrong.” He coughs again, but it doesn't sound nearly as bad as before. “Sorry, I woke you up.”

“I’m not bothered by that, Steve. But maybe we should get you to a doctor? Let you get checked over. This cough sounds like it hurts.”

“Nah, ‘M fine.”

“Steve.” Y/N sighs, wants to say more, but Steve gifts her with a small droopy smile and pulls weakly at her hand. That alone is a sign that he’s not feeling well. He’s never rough with her, always paying attention that he’s as gentle and soft as he can be, but right now, he’s too weak even to attempt to pull her in. “Need cuddle, that’s all.” With worry on her face, she obliges his weak tug and lies down beside him, cuddled up to him with her head on his shoulder. “Stevie, you’re pretty warm. Are you sure you’re okay?” The heat emitting from Steve is enormous. More than usual, even. His shirt feels clammy against her cheek. “Yeah, ‘s just from coughing.” He clears his throat a few times and starts running his hand up and down Y/N’s side. She can hear the rattle in his chest, the slight bubbling sound that starts to worry her. She knows that this is no longer a common cold but something way more serious. Let’s make a deal, yeah?”

“Doll….” Steve’s eyes are closed, exhaustion written all over his face with a soft sheen of sweat. His brows are furrowed, and Y/N has the feeling that he’s concentrating, not to cough again. She sits up a bit more to have a better look at him.

“Steve. I don’t think this is just a normal cough, and if you’re still like this, with this rattle in your chest”, she pokes his chest right in the middle, “Then I’m taking you to a doctor. Okay?”

“Doll, that really not-”

“Are you arguing with me, captain?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, which makes Steve snort with a short following cough. “No, Mrs. Roger. Wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.”

“Good.” She smiles and shifts down a bit to press a lingering kiss against his forehead. “So, you agree?”

“If I agree, does that mean you come back to cuddle me again?” She gives him a deadpan look because he knows the answer already. She would cuddle him anyway. Just as he knows, she’ll drag him to a doctor as soon as he’s awake, if he agrees or not. “Yeah, okay. Now come back here.” He presses a kiss to her forehead as she settles again. For Y/N, sleep doesn't come for the rest of the night. She stays awake, intent on listening to his chest, the little coughs, and the occasional wheezing.

Two days later, Y/N stroll through the sliding door, flowers in hand and a bag slung over her shoulder. She greets the woman behind the sign-in desk and skips right to the elevator. She trolls through the halls until she meets room 305. She knocks softly and enters without waiting for an answer. Steve lies in his bed, breathing mask on his face and eyes closed, though he perks up the second she enters the room. A lazy smile builds under the mask, and his hand comes up to pull it down. “Hey, baby.” His voice is slightly raspy, but that’s to be expected. After all, he managed to get pneumonia. “Hey, handsome.” She walks up to his bed and presses a soft, quick kiss to his lips. “Brought you something as cheer up and…” She rummages through her bag to pull out some pencils and a new sketchbook. “I brought this in my way here. Thought you might be glad for some distraction.”

“Thank you.” His eyes light up, and he makes grabby hands at her to pass the things over. With a soft laugh, she settles the flowers in the vase at the table opposite Steve and throws the old ones into the trash. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Yeah?” She walks back over and settles in the chair that she has been occupying for the last two days. “Didn’t sleep well?”

“No.” Steve sighs and stets the pencils and sketchbook on his lap after inspecting it. “Been coughing a lot, barely slept at all.” Y/N’s brows furrow in concern, a hand shooting up to rum bis chest. Steve hums and his hand shoots up to grab her wrist before he brings it up to kiss her palm. Then his head falls back onto the pillow with an exhausted sigh. “Want to try and sleep now?”

“Can’t.” Suddenly his body is shaking with a round of hacking coughs, leaving him wheezing for air. Y/N jumps up and rubs his chest in hope of releasing him from some pain. It takes a few minutes for Steve to settle again finally. “Man, that sounds so bad. Should I get a nurse?”

“Nah, was here right before you came. It’ll be fine.”

“Doesn’t sound find t me, though.” Steve smiles lazily, still panting and trying to catch his breath. Y/N takes the mask from around his neck and settles it back over his nose and mouth. “Come on, handsome, get comfy.” She takes the pencils and sketchbook and puts them on his side table before she settles back on in her chair. She puts her feet on the mattress and looks through her bag until she grabs a book and pulls it out. “What are you doing?”

“Hush now. Close your eyes get comfy, and listen to me read you to sleep.” Y/N pages through the book until she finds the side Steve stopped at a few days ago. She glances over the book to catch a glimpse of her husband and finds the blonde lying on the bed with a gentle smile and soft gaze on her. “What?”

“You're reading to me? I love when you do it.”

“I know.” She smiles softly, clears her throat, and glares playfully at him. “Now, eyes closed! Sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He settles and closes his eyes dutifully, which makes her smile. She clears her throat again and starts reading.

It doesn't take more than ten short minutes until she hears a soft snore coming from the bed. She continues reading out loud until she finished the chapter and mark it with Steve’s bookmark. She loves reading to him and has formed the habit of at least finishing the chapter she’s on since Steve once complained that she stopped in the middle and he couldn’t really dream then. How he knew is beyond her, but since then, she never did it again. Carefully she puts the book back into her bag and pulls her own out, and starts reading. All she can hear is Steve’s soft snores, the occasional soft cough, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. About an hour later, a nurse slips in and smiles at her. “Ah, he’s finally sleeping? Poor thing was hacking up a lung all night.” Y/N smiles back and nods as the nurse checks Steve over, noting dutifully and relieved that his fever is down too. Then she leaves them both alone again with the promise of returning with lunch in about an hour. “You stayed.” The raspy voice startles her out of her concentration, and the book almost falls from her lap to the floor. Still, she greets a sleepy, blinking Steve with a soft smile. “Of course.” She stands up and kisses his cheek, her hand carding softly through his mussed hair. “My husband’s in this hospital, after all.”

“Really?” Steve coughs slightly, hand flying to his chest as he tries to sit up but fails. “Should have introduced us.”

“Maybe I should.” She grins and kisses his temple while guiding him back down. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thank you.”

“Great. Then scoot over. It’s been too long since I’ve got any cuddles.”

Steve laughs, which throws him into a smaller coughing fit, but he settles faster this time and scoots to let his wife slip in beside him. “I love you.” He kisses her temple and pulls her as close as he can. “I love you too.”

#steve rogers #reader #reader insert #Steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #yuulina writes #sickfic

115 notes · View notes

klausysworld · 1 year

Note

hi can you do headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson (romantic) with a reader who is katherine's younger sister (reader is not a doppelgänger) + nsfw

Yandere klaus in love with Katherine’s little sister:

When Elijah introduced Katerina and yourself to Niklaus he was stunned to see Klaus’s attention more on you than the precious doppelgänger that he has waited 500 years for

Klaus kissed the back of your hand delicately and lead you to dance, he had you blushing a bright pink and giggling at his every word by the end of the night

He continued to court you, he would invite you on romantic walks to watch the sunset in a field of flowers. He would gently tuck the pretty plants into your hair and stroke your cheek

When you and Katerina became frequent visitors at the Mikaelsons home they requested that you stay with them for a while, you were more than happy to

Klaus had the finest chefs, the comfiest furniture and presented you with the best fabrics of clothing to wear, you had your own maids that helped you dress and guards to make sure you were safe.

Within a short amount of time you ended up spending more time in Niklaus’s room than your own

It started of as an innocent kiss on his lips, you wanted to show him your appreciation for his kindness and so gave him your very first kiss. He could practically taste your purity, he craved your affection, now he had been given a drop of it he wanted to have it all

He would kiss all over your face and down your neck, across your collar bone and down to your cleavage. He could see your nervousness and assured you he would be gentle, your body was angelic and he would never wish to damage it.

You let him undo your corset, the soft skin of your perky breasts on full display for him and your light pink nipples pebbled at just the thought of his touch, he would keep your gaze as his tongue swirled around them, the sweet little sounds you made had him delighted.

Next you let him remove your skirt, he promised to take such good care of your tingling little button. At the start you refused to have his mouth down there, worried that you wouldn’t be as delicious as he claimed you would be. But after just the pads of his fingers had you crying his name in pure euphoria you couldn’t help but wonder what his mouth could do.

When Klaus dipped into your dream one night to find you thinking of his face between your legs he was instantly hard. That night he fucked his own hand with thought of your satisfied face, your brows furrowed while moans tumbled endlessly from your pillow like lips

The next morning you woke to him kissing your stomach and pulling your garments down “please my little angel, i want to make your pearl feel good, can i make you feel good y/n?”

Not a second after you agreed he was diving right in, his tongue running through your folds up until he was flicking, swiping, sucking your clit, his hands pinning your legs open and they shook, he would guide your hands to his hair so you had something to hold. Your pleasure was his pleasure.

When you finally gave yourself fully to him he couldn’t stop himself from biting into your neck, your blood was just so enticing that he had to drink. When your cried finally registered in his mind he felt terrible. He truly felt awful for the first time in centuries, the fear in your eyes stayed with him for decades. He ended up compelling you to calm down while he explained what he was.

You were terrified. He was going to kill your sister? and he expected you to be okay with it? You had just let a serial killing vampire take your virginity and now he wanted to make you into a blood sucking leech so he would have you forever. And so you pretended that you were okay, you let him hold you and kiss you as he fell asleep bug once you were sure he was out you ran

Katerina had also figured out what was happening from her friend Trevor and was coming to find you, you both became vampires that night and began the biggest game of cat and mouse you would ever know.

Klaus was hurt, angry and felt foolish, he felt like a monster and so he did monstrous things like killing your family as a punishment, each time he found out about you caring for anyone else he would slaughter them. Eventually you and Katherine had to run different ways so that it was safer. You were petrified.

When you learnt Klaus had your sister held hostage in mystic falls you knew he would let her for you in her place.

Klaus was sat in his chair when you knocked on the door, his nostrils flared at your scent and he flew to the door. His eyes were dark as he grabbed your arms dragging you inside, you could barely breath through the fear of what he would do.

He basically threw Katherine out and told her to run away as he pushed you into his bedroom. His lips were on yours instantly and you did not reject him. Through fear yes but also because you knee that you loved him, he was your first love and for the time you thought him to be human he made you feel safe.

He told you how you were to never leave him, never step foot outside unless you were in his arms, you must drink from him only unless he offers to share a person with you, you do not speak to the hybrids especially the male ones. You should stay at his side or in his hold always.

You did as you were told when you were told and were rewarded for your good behaviour

“i knew you would come back sweet angel, you must forgive me for my past actions you know i love you so so much”

“you mustn’t be afraid of me, i am here to protect you, keep you from those cheap grubby hands out there. You are mine you know this.”

He would massage your shoulders when you’re in the bath, his hands always managing to make their way round to your chest and rolling your firm buds. “just how i remembered, so bloody perfect”

If you tried to escape? you would regret it. Sometimes it was ‘nice punishments’ like him denying your release over and over, the overstimulation having you sob against his cock. Other times it was worse.

Being locked up in a dungeon like room with no way to feed until you would apologise like you meant it, until he was sure you had learned not to disrespect his kindness.

He had presented you with jewels, the nicest of bedroom, the best food in the world, activities to keep you occupied, his own blood. He gave you pleasure even better than 500 years ago

He gave you everything. He just had to wait for you to see that too

270 notes · View notes

pssyinboots · 1 year

Note

Hey so it’s my birthday soon and I was wondering if you could write a fic about reader thing Wally forgot her birthday, but he’s just planning a surprise or something

Ps I loved I was never the best to you, hoping for a part 2 💜💜💜

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you have the best day ever!! I hope you like this 💖

Eighteen Candles

Birthdays were always a big deal in your family. It was the one day that you were allowed to skip school, your mom would make you an epic birthday breakfast and then take you out for a shopping day. You were the only child your mom had so she always went big on birthdays, even now. Your mom comes to the school every year and lets go of ballon’s and brings a cake. It was the best day of the year for you. So when you and Wally got together you made sure to include him in your tradition.

Wally took it upon himself to make your birthday an epic event, he would force all the ghost to make party decorations and gather snacks and presents that they would take from the living students. So when you woke up and Wally wasn’t standing in front of you with that goofy smile and a bouquet of paper flowers (what it was hard to find real ones,plus this way they would never die) you were confused. You wondered the school trying to find him, when you finally found him on the field running laps. “Hey Wally!!”, you yell cupping your hands around your mouth now he could hear you. Wally runs up to you wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in and leaving a kiss on your forehead,”Hey baby what’s up?”, “Wally you’re all sweaty.” you pull apart from him taking his hand in yours. He just laughs looking down at you with that love struck look, “Sorry babe, do you need something?”. Do you need something?!?! What does he mean?! Did he suddenly get amnesia and forget that it was your birthday. “…Wally do you know what today is?”, he quirks his head a bit “It’s Friday.”. No, he wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday he remembered every year for the past two years. “Yeah but do you know what else it is?”, ok now he looked really confused “…..Earth day????”. Scoffing you take your hand out of his, “Earth day?!?….Wally that’s tomorrow, did you bump your head? Today is my birthday”, he doesn’t even look phased. What kind of boyfriend isn’t filled with panic when they forget their girlfriends birthday?!? What kind of boyfriend forgets their girlfriends birthday at all? “Oh…happy birthday sweetheart!”, he couldn’t be serious right now, “Yeah Wally thanks.” you turn around leaving him in your dust as you storm away. You couldn’t believe him.

Of course Wally remembered your birthday, especially this year it was your 18th. Yes technically ghost are stuck at the age they died, but birthdays were important for you. That’s why Wally planned to throw you the best surprise party ever. He even arranged it with Maddie to make sure Simon got your mom in the gym tonight for a birthday memorial. He had every ghost locked up in the gym preparing for your party. Well except for Rhonda and Charlie who were supposed to make sure you didn’t enter the gym.You stormed inside the school looking for someone, anyone who would remember what day today was, when you see Charlie and Rhonda talking against the gym doors (weird). “Hey guys!” catching their attention they turn towards you waving, “What are you doing??”. Charlie and Rhonda exchange looks trying to make up a lie, “Hey cherry pop. Mr Martin asked us to guard the door because the marching band decided to practice inside today. He didn’t want anyone bothering them”. ,That’s weird the marching band hardly ever leave the lawn, “Oh ok….Hey do y’all know what today is. I know it’s Friday but what else is it??”. They share a look not knowing what today is before Charlie finally responds, “Earth Day??”, you were going to scream, you swear you were going to scream bloody murder. “No that’s tomorrow” you state plainly before walking off. Did everyone get group amnesia?? Well at least you know your mom wouldn’t forget, she was here every year.

She wasn’t here. How could your mom not show up? You knew it has been two years but she couldn’t have just stopped coming,right? You look up at the trees to see if there was any birthday balloons, they always got stuck when she would release them. But there was none there, she just didn’t show up. You couldn’t believe everyone forgot your birthday. You knew that you were the only one who still cared, all of the other ghost becoming jaded about stuff like that. But you made a big deal out of it every year, How could no one remember?? After sitting out in the park lot for a couple hours you decided to give up once school got let out, retreating to the teachers lounge.

Laying down on the couch you stare up at the weird mold stains on the ceiling trying not to cry. You didn’t know how long you were there before Wally comes in causing you to sit up. “Hey what are you doing in here, I was looking for you?” You couldn’t believe him, “Oh I don’t know Wally maybe i was mopping because everyone forgot my birthday?!?!”. Ok so maybe Wally took the whole making sure you were surprised thing a little too far. “Ok come with me.”. You were about to protest but Wally grabs your hand pulling you up and dragging you out of the teachers lounge. “Wally what are you doing? Where are we going??”, Wally just leads you to the gym doors. Leaning his back on them and knocking on the door three times to signal everyone that you were there. Suddenly music starts coming from inside, it sounds like happy birthday. “I could never forget your birthday.”. Wally opens the door with his back leading you into the gym. Letting out a surprised gasp you see a banner that says happy birthday. All the ghost let out a,”Surprise!!”, you turn your head to take in everything and that’s when you see her. Your mom is Standing there with the principle and about 30 or so people, some being your past friends and she’s holding a cake. Your Birthday Balloons are tied down with a weight now they won’t fly away. Turning around to look up at Wally you see him looking down at you smiling trying to gage your reaction, “Happy birthday baby”. “Wally this is just.. i can’t even… just thank you” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a quick kiss. “Ok, ok, now come in here and blow out your birthday candles they are starting to give out.”, you look up to see Charlie holding a cake. Wally pulls you closer to everyone and you see it’s the same cake that your mom is holding with happy 18th written on it. Blowing out your candles you can’t believe that you thought Wally forgot, you should have known that he had something up his sleeve. Wally wraps his arms around you while Mr Martin cuts up the cake, serving it to the students.”What did you wish for?”, “Nothing i have everything i need.”

#school spirits #wally clark #milo manheim #wally clark x reader

140 notes · View notes

littlebluentebook · 2 months

Text

Alastor x Reader pt.6

A/N Oh my goodness! I didn't expect the story to get this much attention! Im going to do some sort of second story where Alastor and the reader are in hell. If theres no objections I'll also feature some helluva boss characters (just to advance the plot!)

I am very sorry for not updating! I went out of town, nearly broke my hip, got sick, and started a new job all in the last 2 weeks. I should be able to post once every three days now :)

Thank you to everyone reading the story! I love sharing my ideas and feel free to reach out if there are any stories you want to see!

TW-Animal Blood(?)

Chapter 7

You woke up in Alastor's arms. It wasn't on purpose! You both had agreed to split the bed, pride getting in the others way. Apparently, somewhere in the night you each reached for the other. Not minding the extra warmth, you fell back asleep. There was no point in moving away; you liked him, he was comfy, and kept you warm. The second time you woke up, the sun was bright and the bed was empty. Worried you checked the clock to make sure you hadn't overslept to open the shop. You had forty five minutes to get the store open. Not as much time as you would have liked, but also not anything too out of your range.

"Ah! My sleeping beauty, glad you're now awake!" a voice said from the doorway. Alastor? You thought he had left. "Come now! I have made us breakfast."

Alastor could cook. Breakfast tasted like it was picked up from a five star restaurant on the more expensive side of town. Over breakfast he told you that he was unable to leave such a beautiful person alone and you needed the rest from the previous night. He actually didn't leave you at all that day.

He sat talking with you in your shop keeping well mannered company. Alastor would never admit it, but he absolutely loved listening to you talk. He spent so much time talking on the radio it was nice to finally be listening to others. He never really cared for sewing but asked you questions about how you did certain things and complimenting your stitch work. He also would assist you while you worked; measuring, flipping things right side outing grabbing fabric as needed. He liked feeling useful to you and watching you work on something you were passionate about.

:Thank you so much for your help today Allie."

"Allie?" He tilted his head like a puppy hearing 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah! Like a nickname," you beamed at him. Alastor mulled the name over in his head before deciding it was okay when it rolled off your tongue and into his ears. No one else could ever be allowed to call him Allie aside from you.

"Hmmmm. Alright" He was at a loss for a nickname truly just wanting to call you his. "Why don't we go and fetch ourselves dinner. I know the most exquisite place!"

"that would be lovely!" Your demeanor was much calmer than your racing thoughts. First, Alastor had stayed the night and made breakfast. Secondly he spent the entire day with you. And now he wanted to take you to dinner! You felt like a romance character from the books you had read and heard stories of.

He had helped you close the shop, took your arm in his (it was the only way you two ever walked together) and he led the way to the restaurant.

It was a nice place with candles and flowers on the table. There was a live band playing softly to entertain guests as they dined.

Alastor was sweet and kind with you, he made excellent recommendations about what drinks to try and meals to order. You both split a cake together for dessert. The night was wonderful, absolutely perfect! The only thing that there you off was the way in which Alastor ordered his steak.

"Alastor!" you had whisper-yelled "that cow is so undercooked I can still hear it moo-ing in the fields. Do we need to have the waiter take it back for just a moment longer?"

"Haha oh no darling! I just enjoy my cut of meat like this. It holds so much more flavor!" You gave him a quizzical look swearing you had just seen blood dark as your wine pool on the plate.

When your night had come to an end, Alastor had walked you home and kissed your cheek. It had left you red and blushing thinking about it as you slept.

The next morning you had awoken ready to start your chores. You folded the blanket and pajamas that Alastor had borrowed and cleared a drawer for the items to reside in. Today you had a new activity you hadn't done in years.

You walked down the stairs leading to your shop and to the circular display table at the center of your shop. Grabbing the wilted flowers and vase you got to work and put them in your oven to dry them out. You loved keeping gifts, flowers were beautiful but difficult to keep but you made it work.

The entire day you were all that was on Alastor mind. He simply could not get enough of you despite spending the entire day together before. He was talking to his mother about the feeling and how he had never experienced it, unsure of what to do he was searching for advice. His mother was not helping the situation, she merely laughed at him. "Oh Al, why don't'cha go onna date together and court the poor thing!" What if you didn't like him back? What if he made a total fool of himself. His mother could sense his worries, "well whoever can put up with ya for a full day definelty doesn't not like you." She pinched his cheeks and went back to cooking for the both of them

#alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbinhotel #alastor #x reader

27 notes · View notes

unofficialmuilover · 9 months

Note

Finally having the guts to request a oneshot JWHAHAHDDHDHDH

okay anyways-

Its no surprise that Im of course gonna ask a muichiro x reader that’s a fucking dumbass (aka: her attention span is low and can easily get distracted by anything in sight. But that changes when it comes to fighting demons and training)

I guess a scenario i csn come up with is that both of them fought a demon together and muichiro would notice how focused the reader is… but then after literally just killing the demon, she saw something of interest and immediately runs towards it)

…this is very confusing so im sorry, sapphire 💔💔

Hi cloudy! I just wrote them today. I'm sorry it was late ..

FOCUS

Being the Mist Pillar's Tsuguko, there are a lot of traits before you would be considered as one.

Pure determination to eradicate all demons, undeniable strength, Patience and most important of all, focus.

You have all the traits, except for one. It's a wonder how you became his tsuguko.

Today, you and Muichiro were supposed to have early training, but you are now running late due to a few distractions along the way.

"White or Black, mmm" You contemplated, holding the two hair bows in each of your hands. You were in a hurry on your way to The Mist Hashira's Estate but you got sidetracked when your eyes caught the small cart selling hair bow ties.

"Why don't you buy them both Miss? They both look good on you." The young lady said, you eyed the seller, checking out whether she was telling the truth or just wanted to sell them both.

It took you long enough to decide: white or black? White is cute, but it can easily get dirty. The black one is cute too, but you already have one. You contemplated for a while, and in the end, you decided to buy a dark blue hair bow tie instead.

You arrived in the Mist Hashira's Estate late, you were breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. "I'm sorry I'm late" you said to the Hashira who was looking at you unamused.

"What's new? You're always late" he grumbles, standing up, grasping his katana before looking at you intently "What is it this time?"

"I..uh..I.. was feeling sick and I woke up late" You lied, Muichiro will scold you again if he finds out you were late over something not important.

He got mad at you when one time he caught you playing around the flower field instead of training. "You're supposed to be training not playing, stop wasting time!"

He examined your features, looking for any signs of sickness. "You're not sick" he said plainly. "You bought a hair bow" he stated, mint-green eyes bore into your now wide eyes. "What? How could you possibly notice that?!" You exclaim, you were not expecting him to notice it.

"It's called paying attention Y/n! As a demon slayer and as my tsuguko, you should know that paying attention to your surroundings is vital part of being a slayer." Muichiro started to lecture you, again.

"You should be ready at all times. How would you be able to detect demons if you are not paying attention,Y/n! You shouldn't...." Muichiro's words muffled out as soon as you saw the blue butterfly fly around in his back. You were captivated by its beauty that you forgot about Muichiro's lecture.

Muichiro took notice of this, following your gaze, he spot the butterfly you were looking for. "REALLY Y/N?!" Muichiro exasperated, his loud voice boomed in the area, making you snap you back into reality.

Your eyes widen as you look at Muichiro, red face, veins almost popping, mint-green eyes glaring at you. He is mad --- mad.

"I'm..." Just right when you were about to apologize. Muichiro cut you off.

"Just right when I'm lecturing you about the importance of paying attention. You are not listening! You rather watch a butterfly than listen to what I say! This is not time to waste my time." He angrily spat, each words laced with venom.

"We are at war here Y/n! I don't need you playing around and wasting my time. It's either you grow up or quit the demon slayer corp." Muichiro's harsh words broke you. You lower your head to hide your tears threatening to fall. "I'm sorry Muichiro-san" you whisper, your lips quivering as you try to stop yourself from crying out there.

"Practice your sword swinging! I'd better not see you playing around" Muichiro scoffed as he walked out on you.

You nodded softly and started to train by yourself the whole day.

The sun is about to set and you were still upset with him because he raised his voice at you over a butterfly, which was petty. 'I'm still young' you angrily uttered to yourself while fiercely wielding your wooden sword against the tree, letting out your anger there.

"Don't I get to enjoy over little things? I am capable enough to slay demons while enjoying little things" you uttered, glaring at the tree in front of you.

You understand where Muichiro is coming from. He is also young, the same age as you, but he became a slayer at the younger age. He became a hashira at the young age, forcing himself to grow up for the sake of people around him.

You were saddened at the thought of it. "It's not his fault" you muttered softly. You were sweating a lot and decided to rest a bit when you stepped on a mimosa plant.

"Wow" you were in awe when the little leaves started to close upon contact.

You sit down on the ground, eyes looking at them in amazement as you touch the other part of the leaves and they instantly close again.

Your ears perk up at the sound of his footsteps. You immediately scramble up, quickly apologizing as he once again cut you playing around.

"I'm sorry Muichiro-san," you bow as you apologize.

Muichiro notices your features: your eyes are red from your frustrated tears and your hair is a mess from constantly running your fingers through your hair in frustration.

His eyes soften at the sight of you, he was harsh earlier and he felt bad.

"I should be apologizing. I should have been careful with my words" Muichiro murmured softly. You eyes widened slightly. He never apologize before. This is the first.

"I should be sorry, I should have paid more attention Muichiro-san" You quickly remark, looking at him sincerely.

"I should have been more patient, I'll try my best to be more understanding" He said. "Truce?"

You smiled at him, "Truce"

Just in time, both of your crows are squawking loudly, giving the mission for both of you.

"So we're on a mission together" You said, beaming at him. He nod at you, "Fix your hair first and let's go" he muttered before he started walking.

You blush slightly, 'Muichiro saw you as a mess" you thought to yourself before catching up to him. You tied your hair back in a ponytail and attached the hair bow to it.

It was expected that you will face a kizuki but what you didn't anticipate is that there will be two of them.

"Fall back!" Muichiro yelled. He didn't anticipate it either that there will be two of them. If he had known, he wouldn't have let you come with him. He needed to protect you, thus making you retreat and back away.

"No! We are on this together!" You yelled back, not taking your eyes off from the demon in front of you, standing on your ground, heightening your senses, anticipating their next move.

You heard the demon on your left leap off the ground and about to pounce on you. You quickly dodge the attack, but Muichiro, who was looking at you, shouting, didn't notice the other demon's incoming attack on him.

It's filthy hand land a hit on his chest, enough to put damage on him but you managed to cut its arms off. You stood in front of him, your back facing him as you glare at the demons in front of you "I thought pay attention to your surroundings?!" You snapped at him.

You took a quick peek at his chest to see blood oozing out. That made you snap.

"I'll fucking end you" You growled at the demon who dared to hurt Muichiro. You control your breathing, to increase your stamina. You went for a strike, Muichiro tried to help as much as he could, inflicting damage to slow them down. He used his breathing technique to temporarily hide you in the mist.

He watches as you elegantly sever their head with your own breathing style, with the help of his breathing techniques, you managed to do it. He felt silly, he was worried as hell, thinking that he needed to protect you because you always lose your focus, but tonight, you just proved to him that you are capable enough.

You smiled at him, as you walked over to him, "ha, 'pay attention to your surroundings'" you teased him and before he could answer, you gasp as you notice the fireflies around.

"They're so pretty" you squeal, you could see in your peripheral vision that he was shaking his head at you as you ran towards the fireflies.

"That's one of my favourite memory of you dad" You told to your twins as you tell them a bed time story.

"You're so cool mom" One of your twins said, his mint-green eyes, the same features as their father's shines in amazement as they stare at you.

You chuckled at them, tucking them in bed. "What about your least favourite memory mom?" You paused at their question. Your heart breaking at the thought of it. You smiled at your twins to hide your pain. "What about you both sleep first and that's another night for story to tell? Mmm?" You said to them.

"But moooom" Your twin whined, it was a good thing that his older brother, scolded him, "let's go to sleep, let mom go "

"Okay, Good night mommy"

"Good Night mom"

"Goodnight too, sweetdreams" You said to them sweetly, kissing both of their foreheads before heading back to your room.

You let out a shaky breath you were holding, your memories of him being stab was still fresh.

It was the final battle, facing off the upper moon one demon. The audacity he had to tell you over and over again to pay attention to your surroundings but he kept all his attention to you. You were capable enough. Why must he worry about you? The upper moon went to attack you, his sword landing a deep slash on your upper arm, if you weren't quick enough, he would've successfully cut your arm off.

Muichiro was enraged, he went to face him off alone but the moment he heard your small whimper of pain, he diverted his attention to you for a second. That second alone was enough to cut his arm off.

"Muichiro" You yelled, wincing in pain as you push yourself to stand up, the upper one had completely worn you out.

You watched as the upper demon stab him, making you see bright red.

Your eyes welled up in tears as you recall that event. You blamed yourself for being weak. If only Muichiro didn't pay attention to you. He wouldn't have gotten hurt. He was hurt and you couldn't protect him like he did for you.

You are truly sorry and you'll keep apologising for it

"Love?" A voice called out to you from behind before his arm wrapped around you, you turned around to hug him, "I'm sorry Mui" you murmured softly.

You felt him kiss your head before asking you, "what for?" He murmured, swaying the both of you as he held you.

"For not keeping you safe" you mumbled in his neck as you nuzzle your head in.

"That again?" He said, "You know I don't regret anything." He assures you.

"But ---" he cut you off with a swift kiss. "Shhhh shut up" he whisper sofly. "I love you" "I love you too".

#kimetsu muichiro #muichiro fluff #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny tokitou #demon slayer tokito #muichiro x reader #kny #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you #muichirou #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #kny muichiro

62 notes · View notes