Archive of Our Own ^beta

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charlotte looked so much like her mother, it was like guest’s genes didn’t even try. at first, it was funny to daisy and guest, but now that he’s alone, the similarities have gotten… bothersome.

it’s not that he hates his daughter and daisy, it’s the opposite, actually. he loves them so much. the issue is that now, ever since daisy died, the only remnant of his wife is in his daughter. and guest was very, very sexually attracted to his wife.

recently, now that charlotte has started puberty, guest had to watch her grow. she looked just like her mother when she was younger. guest struggled with the fact that he was experiencing a fucked up attraction to the girl he was meant to be raising. it didn’t help that with daisy now gone, guest had to deal with “girl troubles”.

”dad, can we go shopping for bras?”

”daad, come grab me a pad!”

”dad, help me out, i can’t reach my back!”

guest had to will his boner away every time charlotte asked for his help. it was disgusting, and he made sure to remind himself of it. sometimes, he wanted to tell charlotte to “figure it out herself”, but he could never be cruel to his sweet girl.

charlotte inherited her mom’s body, too, it seems. she would complain to him about her shirts and bras being too tight, and guest would reluctantly go shopping with her as he tried not to think of his daughter’s chest. intrusive thoughts formed the rounder, mature body of daisy’s into the small, slender body of charlotte’s, and guest felt like vomiting every time his mind wandered.

veteran discounts don’t get him therapy, and guest would spend the money for charlotte to go instead. besides, how could he admit these thoughts, especially in person? he knew they’d take his daughter away, and force her into the same foster home he was shoved into. so he was stuck with shame and self-hatred, which were the only things holding him back, aside from the fear that charlotte would be permanently traumatized. he wouldn’t ever want that.

it was another shitty night. charlotte was fast asleep, and guest locked the door to his bedroom. he shoved his pants down and grabbed his phone, looking through old photos of him and daisy.

his hand rubbed the tip of his cock, and he decided to just get it hard so that he could get over with these urges. he was glad that she let him take photos to look back on., if he died in the war, she would’ve done this too. it was relaxing for a moment, and guest almost managed to have a good night.

almost. guest was in a state of bliss, happy that he was jerking off to his wife instead of his daughter, and then he remembered, well, his daughter. shame rushed over him as he imagined charlotte bent over, and imitating the same poses her mom did.

when this happened, guest would usually stop and try to will his dick to softness. he didn’t stop, though, too close to his orgasm to control himself. charlotte and daisy blurred together, allowing him to think of a younger version of his wife.

a younger version of daisy... that’s all it is, right? he’s just...applying the past to the future. sure, he’s thinking about his dead wife as a little girl, but it’s better than his living, breathing child.

applying this logic to his thoughts made guest’s hand move a little faster, guilt slowly fading as he rationalized his paraphilia. this was daisy, not charlie. his hand sped up until the imagined “daisy” called him ”dad”, resulting in a groan that left white marks over his chest and belly.

guest lays there for a while, until the cum starts to feel like lava as post-nut clarity hits him hard. his guts churn, and he grabs a tissue to wipe the evidence of his crimes away. he was so fucking disgusting. he knew he was jerking off to charlotte, and he was trying to rationalize it. he rubs his eyes, staring at the wall as he regrets everything he had done in the past hour.

once he’s done disassociating, he throws away the tissue with a tight grip, grimacing as a bit of his cum is left on his fingers. he wipes them on the tissue once more, trying not to punch himself in the head. immediately, he pulls his underwear back up, refusing to acknowledge his spent dick, which seemed to be thinking more than his brain recently.

daisy would be so mad at him. he wished he died instead of her, so that charlotte could have a proper parent, not one that viewed her as a substitute for his dead wife. his brain never seemed to take a break when he thought about either of them, let alone the both of them. he just wished he could control himself around her before things got into irreversible territory.

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it had started as just the two cuddling on a couch. they were watching an action movie that guest used to watch as a kid. it didn’t age that well, but it was still very nostalgic for him. besides, it always reminded guest of daisy.

his arms were wrapped around charlotte’s small waist, and the back of her head was pressed against his chest. she was holding a cat plushie that she and her mother got when going to the fair once; it was clear that the both of them were still missing daisy.

charlotte let out a little yawn, and guest chuckled. “is the movie that boring to you?” he teases, tickling her to wake her up a bit. charlotte squirms and giggles in response, and it reminds him of when she was a baby. “nooo! i’m just sleepy!” she argues, moving her head to pout up at her dad.

so cute… guest thinks, sneaking a kiss onto the back of her head. it seemed that just flustered her more, as she hides her face in her stuffy. guest chuckles, squeezing her gently. “c’mon, sweetheart. the climax is coming up.”

“already…?” charlotte asks, looking back up to the tv screen. “yup, action movies feel quick, even if they’re long,” guest responds, his eyes still on her.

it was shockingly normal until guest actually started to think. he shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of charlotte’s small body against his, and he let out a groan as he tried to readjust his position. he really, really didn’t want to get a boner right now. let alone have charlotte feel it.

it was hard to calm down, though, when she was close enough that he could smell her hair. she smelled like daisies. of course charlotte would use the remaining shampoo daisy left behind; she raised her to be resourceful like that. if guest didn’t feel shame, he’d wear it too.

daisy would always tease guest about getting excited when it comes to her, but she obviously found it cute. what wasn’t cute, though, was getting a boner because of his daughter. when you lose someone you love, you try to find the closest thing to them. guest didn’t like how his mind was starting to treat charlotte like a replacement.

he bites his lip, conflicted between wanting to excuse himself, versus continuing to cuddle with charlotte to make her happy. irrationally, he chooses the later option, digging his grave as he pulls her closer. he’s aware he’s been leaving charlotte alone for too long, that he’s been putting distance… what’s wrong with some father-daughter bonding? he didn’t want his thoughts to ruin their relationship.

charlotte slowly tilts her head to look at him, and he’s worried that he’s done something wrong, until he sees that smile of hers. he smiles back, tired, but genuine. “love you, charlie,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss against her forehead.

“mmm… love ya too, dad,” charlotte turns her body to hug guest, the two’s bodies crushing the stuffed animal between them. guest bites his lip at the sudden closeness, as his dick was pressed further against his thigh.

charlotte’s lips were curled in a soft smile, lips slightly glistening from the chapstick she wore. if he could lean in… no, he chastises himself, pulling away to give charlotte an awkward smile. her eyes shined just like daisy’s, looking at him like the most important person in her life. guest felt horrible, he didn’t deserve her one bit.

“you not gonna watch the ending, sweetheart?” guest asks, his hands moving to undo the tangles in his daughter’s hair. charlotte rests her cheek on his broad chest, only letting out a hum. guest lets out a grunt, covering it up with a cough. she was too close, but he couldn’t bring it in himself to push her away.

slowly, guest moved his hands down from charlotte’s hair. one hand moved to rub her shoulder, while the other held the small of her back. his large hand nearly engulfed the small frame of her back, and he let out a small huff at the sight.

the stimulation was torturing guest. the scent of charlotte’s hair filled his nostrils, the feeling of her body against his surrounded his being, and her soft breaths flooded his brain. his muscles clenched as he thought about unzipping his pants and letting his cock go in between the soft expanse of his daughter’s thighs. nausea filled his stomach, but arousal did too, the two feelings blending together in order to make his stomach do flips.

charlotte pulled away for a moment, and guest nearly sighed in relief. however, it was just to move the stuffed animal between the two out of the way. “he’s getting too squished,” charlotte jokes, before coming back up to guest to cuddle him closer.

guest attempted to chuckle, but it just came out choked. he couldn’t speak, his mind only focusing on his daughter’s developing breasts pressed against his pecs. he wondered if they would grow to be daisy’s size. as if to apologize for his lack of speech, he tries to gently squeeze charlotte’s hip.

guest manages to stare up ahead at the forgotten movie, relief filling his chest as the DVD menu screen plays. “alright, sweetheart. let’s get you to bed,” he murmurs, voice strained and held back. he manages to pick charlotte up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

charlotte giggles, playfully fighting against her dad. “nooo! i wanna keep cuddling you!” she says, squealing as guest hauls her over his shoulder like a sack.

“well, your old man’s getting tired, and he needs his beauty sleep,” guest hums, playfully(?) patting charlotte’s butt. she tries hitting him, but he manages to laugh as he hauls her to her room.

he gently plops her down onto her bed, putting her plushie in her arms. he’s about to tuck her in, but she tugs at his shirt. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“daad, i’m not tired, though,” charlotte pouts, holding his wrist. guest gulps, torn between pulling away versus giving in to the temptation.

“well, i can grab you a book—“

“but i can’t sleep without you…” charlotte pouts, giving guest a look he’s always seen in his wife. the man’s eyes widen, and his heart races.

“charlie…” he murmurs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “i… may know something that can, er, help you sleep…” god, he’s so fucked.