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fixmyfeathers · 4 months

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Strong fingers wander around back, fingertips kissing your skin and leaving warmth on the places they’ve touched - stopping at the small of your back eventually, running little circles around it until that stops too. Only to press you closer to him, to his chest that vibrates with his deep, content purring that he couldn’t seem to stop since yesterday.

Warm breath fans against the top of your head, his nose nudges your temple and now you feel warmth against your cheek. His tail trails up and down the leg that is wrapped around his hip. Warmth blooms in your chest when a whispered good morning yawntisup reaches your ears and his nose now nudges your own. His eyes are half lidded when you finally open your own and the smile he allows you to see might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever come to witness. It resembles the way the flora starts to light up when it’s past eclipse and the moonlight shines on all living being. It is natural, meant to be like that and so so gorgeous.

His large hand that once pressed you closer comes up to cradle your cheek that isn’t lying on the ground. It is now that you realize that you are still one, still connected in a way only the Na’vi know and it is so overwhelming. You feel everything - from the way his heart starts beating faster when your own tail comes up to leave featherlight touches on his thigh (only to wrap around it), to the way his bioluminescence freckles start flickering in an unknown pattern when you smile up at him. You feel all of him, all the love he has for you - love so strong that it really does threaten to overwhelm you - only for him to start purring louder, trying to ease your nerves by taking some of those thoughts away through the bond. God, he’s so perfect, I don’t deserve hi-

“You deserve everything you have and even more ma’yawntu.” And then he gives you that smile again and you know that he’s right. After everything you’ve been through, after everything he’s been through. All the things the human have done to your family and his own. You know that you deserve this, just as much as he does. And by the way his eyes shine with a few unshed tears, you realize you don’t have to voice those thoughts because he knows. Because of course he knows. And he feels the same way.

You really can feel everything through the bond.

“Hey guys! Ehm.. I know we promised not to bother you on your little night out unless there is, ehm.. an unannounced emergency. Not that any emergency is ever announced! That would break the whole emergency thing! Heh.. Ehm.. Anyways, there has been an unusual amount of RDA activity near the horseshoe mountain station. It would be gre-“

So’lek grumbles and closes his eyes, hand that once held your cheek now wandering down to grip your waist. You feel a sliver of annoyance through the bond and you try to take away some of it by pushing content, happy thoughts through it. Your own hand comes up to his cheek now, thumb touching the soft skin under his eyes - only for him to open them again, head moving a little to the side so he could press a lingering kiss on your wrist.

“We should get up now.”

He locks eyes with you.

“Yes, we should.”

After a few seconds of comfortable silence (priya ended her call several seconds ago, not that either of you noticed) spent looking into his beautiful yellow eyes, So’lek closes the gap between you two to press his soft lips against your own. It starts off as a small, innocent little kiss but then his teeth start nibbling on your bottom lip, tongue gently slighting over the bitten places only to be asking for entrance which you allow him way too easily. You let out a soft moan when his tongue enters your mouth to touch your own and the low grunt he lets out in response sends tingles down your spine.

Though it ends as quickly as it started.

“Let’s go.”, he says, giving you one last peck on your slightly swollen lips, glistening with spit. He closes his eyes as he gently disconnects your kurus, shuddering at the fact that you’re not feeling him - not in the way you could a few minutes ago. He is still in the back of your mind, like a shimmer in the darkness - he’s still there, but it’s not as overwhelming as before.

You try to recollect your thoughts he really did just leave you wanting more.

But the smirk he gives you over his shoulder while putting on his armor shows you that you are indeed not done yet and that this will be continued later.

You cannot wait for it and by the slight fullness of his tweng it seems like he can’t either.

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fixmyfeathers · 10 months

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5’ clock. golden hour. orange light through the blinds. the sun was kissing your skin so beautifully.

bending down, giving your glowing forehead a warm kiss. he blinked, brows lifting in silent confusion when you moved your head away.

“nooo, i have a boyfriend.” oh. his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth involuntary lifting up into a small teasing smile.

“i see.” two can play this game. “he doesn’t have to know, my love.”

you tried not to be to affected, but him calling you ‘my love’ always made your knees weak.

he bent down again, lips moving to your neck - mouthing the place between your shoulder and neck, teasing it with small bites.

“are you sure?” your voice was small, his actions leaving you lightheaded.

tilting your head to the side to give him more space, he kissed up your neck, nose nudging behind your ear before moving his mouth close to yours. he mumbled something about being very sure about it, lips touching yours with every spoken word. before finally, finally closing the gap between you two and giving you one passionate kiss.

iwaizumi, osamu, suna, mattsun, makki, bakugou, sero, shinsou, aizawa, suguru, sukuna, megumi, toji, neteyam

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fixmyfeathers · 10 months

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ONE OF US| neteyam x avatar!reader

summary: neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

pairings: neteyam x avatar!reader (aged up)

word count: 97,582 (completed: 02/01/23)

warnings/notes: enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, angst, swearing, mention of child abandonment, mention of sky people, mention of death, lo'ak x avatar!reader (if you squint), asshole!neteyam/protective!neteyam, smut in later chapters

masterlist | requests are currently open for now

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+, and although I can't monitor who reads my work, if you are not 18+ I advise that you do not engage in my page or stories.

I. snga’itseng — just the beginning

II. the ways of the na'vi

III. the outsider

IV. iknimaya

V. na’viyä hapxì — one of the people

VI. as the world caves in

VII. one of us

VIII. the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows

one of us spotify playlist - any songs you might think fit for the series? lmk so I can add them.

poem inspos: let him be soft the sun and the moon

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fixmyfeathers · 1 year

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HEYYYYYY

I couldn't help but see your requests were open l😏

So I wanted to ask for a human reader who Neteyam finds but he goes to kill her and she kinda charms him so he stops?

Then they become mates, the story and stuff is all up to you but yeahhhh that's my idea

I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW AND I HAVE READ NEARLY EVERYTHING!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Thank you for the lovely words and your support it gives my writing purpose <3

Here is your request, I really hope you like it!

I named it Charming Killer after your request.

ps: If people have put in a request it is on its way!

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Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Summary: You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.

Warnings: blood and injury were mentioned, nothing else.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I’m taking a quick little break from writing for the same two series and breaking out to some requests. Check my master list for my posting schedule for Love and Guests. And what are we feeling? Part two or keep this as a one-shot? (God why did I just offer to create a new series but also this is such a cool idea and I want to write more)

Neteyam didn't like humans, and he never had. His mother had raised him to stay away from them as much as possible, and he had obeyed to keep her happy, but as he grew up and his siblings came back from ventures to the human labs that lay beyond their village with stories about Norm and Max in their human forms, he found his simple obligation of dislike turn into hatred.

Neteyam avoided all of the dream walkers that operated in his village to the best of his ability. His father advised them not to bother his eldest son or his wife, which they respectably agreed to. Still, even if they weren't around him Neteyam could always feel their presence, and it irked him.

One day, this feeling cropped up in his mind as he was out in the rugged outback of Pandora, hunting a stray tapirus for his mother.

He jumped from a tree to the ground as he continued to track, but then as Neteyam pressed his fingers into the newest set of prints in the dirt, he smelt it.

It was the distinct smell that often surrounded humans, something of a mixture between an unnatural chemical smell and wafts of artificial scents that attracted them to one another. Still, to Na'vi, the smell was a distinct warning.

He raised his head, abandoning the hunt in favour of locating the emitter of the stench that was offending him.

He followed his nose for a few meters, and then with the tip of his bow, he dipped a low-hanging branch to divulge a clearing.

There, standing in the middle with not a soul around was you, trying to aid an injury to your lower arm and fix a device at the same time with only one working hand.

He quirked his brow in confusion. He had never heard of you from his father, which only led to one conclusion: you were a sky person under Quaritch's jurisdiction.

He watched you for a few seconds to take inventory of what you were doing all alone in the middle of Pandora without a jarhead next to you with a gun. He could tell immediately you were not military because you were pacing around in a circle, speaking a mile an hour to yourself, using words he didn't understand with no sign of a weapon anywhere on your person.

His eyes dipped to your arm, which you were clenching shut as blood dripped onto the ground and soaked itself into the fabric of your shirt.

You were in shock from what Neteyam could interpret in distinction to your actions. The wound didn't seem like it had come from an attack by any beast on his planet because you would surely be dead if that were the case.

The injury looked like a bullet wound which only charged his curious streak further, but you were human, and one less sky person on this planet was a plus for his cause. So, he nestled down on the ground and silently replaced the branch so he could pull back his bow and aim his righteous arrow at your head.

He felt his heart beat in rhythm with your steps as you desperately tried to fix a communication com device with one hand, fighting against the panic that was starting to take your breath away.

The wilderness was vast, and you could feel the race against time fight against the blood which was slowly collecting a trail by your feet.

He let out his breath and readied the shot, but before he could let go, a seedling from the tree of souls floated into his vision and landed on his hand, a silent plea not to fire.

He was stunned for a few seconds and held his posture, but when the seedling took off again, he finally let his hands relax and brought the longbow back down to his lap.

He was captivated now as he tried to lean closer through the foliage to see your actions. Eywa had spoken, and he would not kill you.

He thought back to the story his mother had often told her children about how she met his father, and his nose scrunched up at the similarities between the two stories.

He decided he would not take you to his father, and he would leave you here. If Eywa didn't want him to kill you, that was fine but he wouldn't become responsible for your safety.

He had filled his hunger for curiosity, and the thought of his hunting materialized again in his mind. With that in mind, he turned to step away, but as soon as he moved, another seedling crashed into his chest, making him stutter back in an effort not to crush the precious soul.

The sound of crunching leaves caught your attention, and you rotated on your heels in the direction of Neteyam. He kept his head low and out of your sight before he shook his head at the seedling which hovered in front of his face.

You couldn't see anything, but the sound was distinct, so you darted your eyes around to try and find anything to defend yourself with, but your search was broken when you found a white seedling floating just to the side of Neteyam's hiding spot.

You gasped as two other seedlings joined the beautiful sprite. They all floated towards you, pushing air down as they climbed higher and higher up on their way to you.

Neteyam let his eyes leave the seed in his way and looked towards you. Your face was lit up at the sight of the seeds, and it seemed their appearance had taken all of your focus off the pain and the gadget in your hand because you softly stepped forward to greet the specimens.

He watched as you steadily reached out a shaky hand to the wood sprites, laughing uneasily as they all gently landed along the uninjured arm.

You looked so excited at their presence, and that confirmed his suspicions of your scientific origin.

You took another step forward, and Neteyam cursed mentally as he turned to leave, but again, the seed of Eywa stopped him with its stagnant stature. The sign was clear. He had to speak with you. He rolled his eyes and held back a sigh but acted to comply with the great mother's desires.

He stood to his full height and stared at you with a frown. You still hadn't noticed him, but when he smacked the lower branch away and tramped forward, the white sprites took off and left you to yearn after them with a sad stare.

What was so special about you? He wondered. You were just another arrogant human who was part of an unkillable mass that had arrived here with an open palm.

Your eyes then fell from the vacating pure souls and settled on the 10ft Na'vi in front of you, which caused a shriek.

Immediately you stumbled back and tried to start protesting for your life at the sign of his lethal bow, but you instantly stopped when you noticed he was staring at you with an unwavering eye filled with mystery.

You called something to him, but he only understood the odd word. You had jumped straight into elucidating that you were not a threat which made him want to laugh. Of course, you weren't a threat. You were standing here like the perfect prey for any number of predators to pounce on and devour. He could kill you with a single toss, and the idea that he feared you was amusing him.

He took another step, and this time you crouched down, letting your hand leave the wound to try and coax him to stay away from you like he was a stray animal that could be redirected.

The bright blood on your hand shone in the light, your face was pale compared to the rest of you, and he felt a pang of pity for you, making him scowl at himself for his stupidity.

He stepped forward, his tail flickering behind him with agitation as he pulled the bow over his head and let the string fall over his chest.

"Who are you?" He growled as he marched further into the clearing.

His body was tall and very masculine, his muscles hugged his body as he looked down at you with contempt, and that was your only thought as he looked ready to murder you.

Your face wrinkled in confusion as you shrugged one of your shoulders at his words, and your head shook from side to side in order to tell him you had no idea what he was saying.

He rolled his eyes at your conceited unknowingness, but just as he was about to start yelling at you, he paused as your scent hit him.

The standard note of human was definitely there, but there was something else, something sweet that had him hooked the second it registered in him.

At first, he thought you had used some chemical warfare on him, but when your confused face only intensified as he took a carnivorous inhale at the air, he knew the fragrance was only coming from your skin.

He took another stride, and the movement triggered your fight or flight. You tried to stand to run, but he grabbed your intact arm and gently yanked it forward, making you drop the communication device to the ground with a clatter.

You tried objecting to his harsh handling of you and cursed at him in English. He ignored you, and without further conversation, he shoved his face into the crevice on your neck and pushed your jaw up with his forehead so that your neck lay before him with no guard.

He took deep whiffs of your scent and nestled deeper so he could bring in as much as his body and the restrictive oxygen mask you were wearing would let him take. His tail flicked wildly behind him as he tried to commit the smell to memory. It smelt something crossed between a sugary treat and a warm fresh wood scent that made his brain fizz with the desire to have more of it closer.

He could feel your heartbeat on his cheek, but he ignored it. His need for the scent consumed him. He was only brought back to reality when you let out a whine at his very close touch that was making you uncomfortable.

He ripped his head back and shook it wildly, trying to shake off the remnants that tickled his brain. Your eyes that had originally been looking at him with confusion were now eyeing him up and down with uncertainty.

He dropped your arm and felt his body surge at the loss of touch. You faltered backward as he let you go but didn't try to run again, which he appreciated.

He was attracted to you, that was certain, and it made his body lurch with disgust, but before he could spend longer than a few seconds being disgusted, the scent of your skin drilled its way back into his brain, and he was overcome with butterflies that attacked his stomach.

You spoke again; this time, he identified the words 'Na'vi' and the name Max from your speech. He cocked his head, and you watched as his braids fell to one side of his head as he brought his face closer to yours to stare into your eyes.

You took a step back, but he followed you. He decided to ignore whatever you were saying and let his exploratory nature grab hold of him. He extended his head around to stare at your body, and you let him touch you as he pleased with your chest heaving in anxiety that at any moment he would have his fill of interest peaked and he would draw back to kill you.

His fingers came to your waist and gripped the lower hem of your elastic shirt, and pulled at it before letting it snap back, which made you smile a little despite the fear raging through you. Perhaps the blood loss was making you hysterical.

His ears twitched at the sound of your giggles that accompanied the smile, and his scrutinizing eyes turned softer as he reached forward and repeated the action, letting you huff with amusement.

He continued his curious search and let his fingers prod your cargo pants which you watched with your own set of prying eyes as he leaned down so he could gather the material between his fingers and rub it together to feel the texture. He let it fall back into place and pulled himself back up to his full height, which made your smile falter as you reminded yourself he was not a curious child and was a fully grown Na'avi hunter if his bow was anything to go by.

The silence was loud, but it communicated volumes. You could tell by his erratic behavior that he wasn't going to kill you, but he was clearly fighting an inner conflict with his actions.

You didn't know much about the natives, but you knew one thing that had been hammered into your head since orientation day on this planet, Na'vi killed sky people on sight, and this man didn't look like he was reaching for his bow anytime soon.

You tried your luck and reached out your hand to poke his bare chest before quickly retracting, making him let out his own small chuckle at your scared actions. You smiled cautiously before you reached out and ran a finger over the string of his bow that dug into his front, watching his chest shiver at your touch before you finally pulled back and stared up at him.

He let his smile disappear, and his frown replaced it as he stuck out his hand to grab your oxygen mask, but this seemed to be a step too far because you pulled back and quietly said something he didn't understand but he knew it was a denial.

He was satisfied with his investigation and pulled himself back to look down at you while you awkwardly returned your hand to clutching the hole in your body that wasn't meant to be there.

Neteyam felt the pity in his heart worsen at your predicament, and he decided that he wanted to help, even though his naturally taught ethics told him it was wrong. He knew that the only reason his body was reacting to you like this, along with the cause of the omens from Eywa, meant one thing, but he was trying to suppress that epiphany for the moment.

He couldn't understand your language enough, but the device that lay on the ground behind him was obviously crucial to you. Hence he walked over to it and picked it up, this caused a chain reaction as you stumbled forward and tried to take it back from him with a yelp of protest, but he placed his hand on your forearm and gently pushed you back, which calmed you down enough that he could look at the tool.

He stood up and held the com to his face to see if it was fixable. Jake had a few of these around, and Neteyam had to wear one for a long time when he was younger, but this technology was slightly newer than anything Neteyam had seen for a while.

He flipped the collar over in his palm, and to his surprise, he immediately zoned in on the issue. The chip that powered it was simply dislodged and needed to be adjusted, so he pushed it back gently and shook it a few times, much to your aggrievement, and then when the red light sparked back to life he crouched down and placed it in your hands.

Your eyes widened in surprise as the collar was now partially workable.

You looked up at him, and his breath caught as your beautiful eyes gazed into his own with such pure gratitude in them that he wanted to keep you close to him forever as his mate.

And just like that, the epiphany broke the surface of his mind and made his pupils swell as he realized why you smelt so divine and why your laugh made his body weak. You were his mate. Even without the means to make the neural link or any of the accompanying features found on Na'vi women that were deemed as attractive, he knew as he observed you desperately press down on the com and speak into it that you were his destined partner.

The intercom sparked to life, and he heard the sound of Max's voice come through it. This interaction only worked to intrigue him more than last time, as he tried to figure out what you were doing all alone out here with a broken body, seeking out the rouge scientists.

You quickly yelled back to Max with relief overthrowing your face, which made Neteyam smile again as he watched you let out a consoled chuckle.

You spoke for a few more seconds, and Neteyam let the sound of your strange accent wrap around him before you broke his trance and held up the collar to him. He quirked a brow, but you shook the device in your hand and nodded for him to take it.

He gently took the end of the com and brought it to his ear so he could listen to Max translate what was happening to him in Na'vi.

Max was shocked to find out it was Neteyam who had saved his exposed spy from Hell's gate, but he described your issue to Neteyam, and he agreed to take you to the laboratories on the edge of his village so you could be patched up.

He returned the device and pulled off his bow to set himself up to walk you through the wild to the labs.

You hadn't understood Max's translation, so you pulled the com closer and tried to remain polite as you smiled up at Neteyam, but he could tell you were not pleased with the improvised escort that was surely threatening to your tiny stature.

When the conversation was over, you sighed and dropped the intercom to your side, gripping it tightly as you looked back up at Neteyam, who was now tying his hair of individual braids up while holding the bow between his teeth.

He looked like a beautiful angel from your angle as he effortlessly strung up his hair, showing off his triceps and pecs while his canines were left exposed around the wooden bow. He pulled an arrow from behind his back and fit it into the bow. Neteyam then set off into the woods again, with your body mindlessly following the god-like boy.

You watched him move; he was the most graceful thing you had ever seen. His attitude was strange, and while you couldn't understand a word he was saying, you finally identified his aura as one of interest and possible endearment rather than intimidation.

He looked over his shoulder and called out a sentence to you that once again you couldn't understand but you just nodded and tried to keep up with him.

He looked over his shoulder every few steps, but it was clear you were struggling to keep up with him as the pain from your injury was now becoming prevalent thanks to your adrenaline levels being brought down.

Neteyam grumbled something under his breath but turned to you, sliding the bow and arrow over himself again as he stepped towards you.

You backed up a little as his alarming size came toward you, but he reached out and gently touched your shoulder so you could see that he was trying to suggest an idea.

"Come here, you're never gonna get there if I don't carry you", he stared into your eyes, repeating the sentence at least three times before he tut his tongue in annoyance and reached down to hoist your legs into his arms so he could carry you bridle style.

You screeched, and his ears flickered at the sharp noise before you hissed out and clung onto him as tightly as you could while he rose you high above the ground. He could feel your heart rate speed up, and he was dumbfounded as to why you were reacting this way to him just holding you.

You said a word, and it rang a bell in his head as he tried to remember it.

Oh, height.

He quickly put you down, and you tried to relax your breathing after being speedily hauled into the air by about 7 or 8 feet and then replaced just as swiftly.

You tried to balance yourself on his leg as you felt your heart calm down, heights weren't your strong point, but you had to agree that it was going to be the best way to get there with the time restraint your injury put on you.

He spoke something else as he crouched down, putting himself at eye level with you.

"I can't understand you!" You hopelessly whimpered as your hand came to rest on his shoulder so you could try and take the pain off your other limb.

His ears downturned at the sound of your desperate groaning, and he remained silent for a second, looking off to the side in thought.

You took a deep breath, dragging his attention back to you. You stared into his eyes for a second before you nodded and held out your arm for him to take with a single word.

"Slow", your eyes tried to show bravery, but your body was still shaking like a leaf under his touch.

He felt a part of his body twitch at your word that was paired with heavy eye contact and an out-of-breath tone, but he ignored it.

This time he went much slower as he swept his hands underneath your thighs and lifted you into the air. He allowed you to get a good hold around his neck so that you weren't afraid of falling, lying to himself that the touch was for your comfort and not his own.

When you were to live with him once you agreed to be his mate, he had to get used to going slower with things. It was lucky for you that he had probably the best patience out of any of his family.

You weighed nothing to him, so he set off as soon as you were steady, and your fear slowly gave weight to amusement as his long legs steeped over each obstacle in his way that would have taken you minutes to clamber over with your one arm pinned to your side.

The whole way there, you could feel his grip around the lower part of your legs tighten when you tried to clamber closer to him, and you wanted to apologize for invading his space and deterring him from his task that he would have had to abandon to help you, but the words couldn't come out.

It took about twenty minutes of heel-and-toe walking before he finally managed to get you to the lab's opening.

Upon seeing the large metal containers, he screeched to a stop, and you looked at his face with confusion as he seemed to have caught your fear like a contagious disease as his face scrunched up. He didn't dare go any further.

Neteyam let his hands slip under your armpits and gently set you down on the ground. He looked down at you and then glanced at the containers behind you.

You were a sky person, and while he couldn't deny that you reeked of his mate, this was the most unlikely pairing anyone had seen.

You called out to him, not by name, as he hadn't told you, but he finally sighed and slid back down to a crouch as he found he had to do a lot when talking to you.

"I will be back for you, my mate, until then, look after yourself better, now go get patched up", he pressed one of his hands into the side of your head, and you lovingly pushed against his palm with a sad smile as you took his words as an apology for needing to go.

"Thank you--" You trailed off as you tried to use the silence to ask for his name.

"Neteyam", he stated with that boyish smile overtaking his features again.

"Neteyam", you repeated as you nodded, feeling the skin of his rough palm rub against you.

"You?" He found the word in English and spoke it with a heavy accent, making your smile turn to a grin.

"Y/n", you stated with a gleam in your eye.

"Y/n", he said the name verbatim to you and nodded to himself as the sound of a door opening ruined the moment.

He quickly pulled back from you and stood back up, allowing his height to take over the silent threat as Max stood on the step to the metal lab with his hands raised as he called out to you and asked if you were all right.

"Goodbye, y/n", his accent was incredibly thick, and it made your skin shiver as he quickly put his fingers to his forehead and retracted them in a respectful farewell before he turned on his tail and walked back into the wilderness of Pandora, leaving you alone with your own kind.

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fixmyfeathers · 1 year

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his nose nudges yours, gently trailing along your cheekbone to the back of your ear; finding home in the crook of your neck while your body blooms with warmth. gentle fingers draw random patterns on your waist - yours finding comfort in the back of his head, fingers entangled in his mess of braids.

words are muffled into your neck, but you can barely make out an i’ll come back before you feel something wet hitting your shoulder.

taking in a sharp breath of air, he lifts his face off of your shoulder - tear stained cheeks and eyes - and grabs your face in his big, blue, three-fingered hands.

“i’ll come back for you.”

you smile sadly, tears gathering in your eyes.

“i know.”

his thumbs rub along your cheeks and under your eyes.

“i promise.”

the look in his eyes tells you that he means every word of it.

“i know.” you weakly whisper and finally let the tears you’ve so desperately tried holding in fall down your cheeks.

closing his eyes he softly puts his forehead against yours. you put your hands above his against your cheeks and close your eyes too. pathetic whimpers leave your lips, cheeks now wet from not only your tears but his as well.

“it’s not fair.”

it really isn’t, but neither of you can change a thing about it.

so when he slowly straightens up and looks deep into your eyes, you know this is it. his gaze drops down to your lips and the moment his beautiful lips meet yours in a kiss every possible emotion felt in this moment was poured into it; shared between two lovers, passed from one to another. it is sweet and loving, until it isn’t. desperation crawls it’s way into the front and before it could get more heated - it ended. inevitably so. painful but inevitable.

his eyes are still closed when he draws back, trying to keep the memory of the last shared kiss in the back of his mind to replay later again and again and again - until you see each other once more.

“my love.” he whispers. it was so weak it makes you look up into his eyes immediately.

“oel ngati kameie.”

“i see you too.” you cried.

he gave you a sad smile, rubbing his thumbs along your wet cheeks and looking deep into your eyes. sighing, he places a kiss on your forehead, resting his lips there for a few long, drawn out seconds before pulling back, putting distance between you two.

with his gaze now on the ground, he turns around and walks away in long strides. he wouldn’t dare to look back, knowing that he isn’t strong enough and would simply come back running into your arms.

although a promise was made that night between two intertwined souls, it was broken but mere weeks later with a whisper of i’ll wait for you and a soul left alone.

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fixmyfeathers · 2 years

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iwaizumi hates gossip. it’s just rude and invasive and honestly tooru you need to stop talking about people behind their backs. oikawa just looks at him but did you know kana-chan is cheating on soaru-chan?! and iwaizumi is just.….oh my god with who?

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fixmyfeathers · 3 years

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Moonbeams shone through the open window, curtains rustling as an unwelcoming, cold wind draft ceased the quiet. A heavy sigh beside you, fingers itching - the desire to do it getting unbearable. Feet moving on their own, the little space left between them and the source of warmth getting smaller and smaller.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“But ´m cold.”

“Oh yeah?”

The smirk sent your way was teasing, playful, mischievous. An unsaid I told you so.

Kicking your cold, unwelcoming feet away from his under the shared blanket yet again, you sighed. “Please Katsu. Even my fingers are freezing cold.”

“Nuh-uh. Could’ve thought about that before opening the window all the way like you want to summon the fucking ice princess herself.” He turned on his side so his face was shielded away from you, but a little chuckle could be heard as you shot up with a loud gasp.

“Hey! Don’t you dare talk about Elsa like that! Besides, she wouldn’t let me freeze to death like some blonde, red eyed, Lord Explosion I-don't-care-about-the-full-name-right-now hero."

Sneaking a glance at you over his shoulder; you laid on your back looking up at the ceiling, arms crossed and a cute pout on your lips.

God, he was so in love with you.

And you were so easy to rile up. Yeah.

He loved that too.

Turning around again, he laid on his back and petted his chest. “Come here then, you little shit.”

“You better be making breakfast tomorrow for using such vulgar terminology and Elsa in one sentence. That’s almost unacceptable, you know. Although I can forgive you if you make my fa-“

“Sleep, woman.” He shoved your face into his sternum. Chuckling, you reached up and kissed his neck, whispering a “Good night, love you” into his skin, as your body finally bloomed with warmth.

(He may or may not let out a hiss or two as your cold feet rested against his calves and your fingers on his chest. He wouldn't have it any other way though.)

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fixmyfeathers · 3 years

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“What sunshines are for flowers, smiles are for humanity”

d.kaminari

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The morning sun streamed through the cracks of the curtains, painting the room in different shades of gold. A faint pink accompanied the yellow as the sun rose out of its sleep; appearing on the lonely sky with yet missing clouds. The birds were chirping outside, sounding as melodious as ever and making one forget the worries, silencing the problems for a little while.

A faint groaning, surprisingly almost in harmony with the sounds of nature from outside; a warm hand around your middle, to draw you closer to him; a few strands of hair tickling your face, as he hid his head in the crock of your neck - desperately trying to escape the rays of sunlight, the brightness he couldn’t, didn’t want to adjust to just yet. The smell of fresh air invaded your senses; a somewhat cold wind draft breezing through the open window, which sent a shiver down your spine. You held the man beside you tighter, embraced him in search for just a little more heat. He draped the soft sheets over your heads, avoiding the beaming sunlight and fleeing the chilly air. A small opening, at the top of his head, reduced the brightness of the sun to a fairly dim yellow light under the blankets, while also providing much needed air.

The corners of your mouth turned up as his fingers drew lazy circles on your hip, hand dipping eventually under the hem of your shirt (though admittedly it was his t-shirt you’d worn to bed) and running up and down your side as they send (unintentionally) little sparks of electricity through your body - bringing back the familiar warmth, his warmth.

Years, decades even were spent training to ungodly hours, practicing, exercising; trying, and at last succeeding in controlling his quirk. Yet now, as his fingers wander around your skin, he was unable to keep his energy at bay (the fact that each morning, waking up quite literally recharged next to your loving face made everything harder).

The memory of your first shared kiss came back to your mind. It wasn’t sweet, romantic or charming. It was clumsy, rather unexpected and awkward; more teeth than anything else as neither of you knew what to do and where to place your hands. Nonetheless, with a “let’s try again” and “that he can do way better” he captured your lips again. The little unintentional jolts of electricity sent warmth across your body and made your toes curl.

“Good morning beautiful”

He breathed at one point against your neck in a husky voice; trying oh so hard not to fall asleep again as you started teasing the hair on the base of his neck as an answer. Moments like these were what kept him up at night; only the thought of them distract him so much at work, that he has more often than not trouble finishing up his reports - not to forget his teasing co-workers (which he gladly tells off with a “you guys are just jealous” and “I’m sorry that you don’t have someone as gorgeous as my s/o to come home to”).

Nuzzling closer into you, his nose brushed against the curve of your neck as he left small, open mouthed kisses on your collarbone. A storm of emotions whirled within him at the sound of your chuckling; a small smile gracing his features as well, as he felt like a butterfly exploded in his stomach. The smell of your shampoo hung in the air, mixed with a vague lavender scent (after some troublesome nights, it was recommended by Shinsou, saying that “this helps, trust me”). Remembering that, he backed away from you, only so much to be able to look you in the eyes. They were barely opened, the drowsiness still forcing them to close; yet he could see the adoration glowing in them. He hoped, every time he locked eyes with you, that you could see his love for you in his honey orbs too, the promise he made with himself to never let anything bad happen to you, the vow to protect you, no matter what.

“Did you sleep well?”

He asked, almost falling lost in the beauty of your eyes and the stories they seem to tell him. A hint of worry laced his voice as one of his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently over the bone. Leaning into his hand, you only nodded, before tilting your head to place a sweet kiss on the inside of his wrist (as the nod did seemingly nothing to ease his concerning mind).

“I’m fine Denki.”

You told him with a soft smile; one meant to reassure, to say that his friends advice really did help. Your hand reached up to brush away the few strands of hair that flopped over his eyes, gliding over the beautiful black lightning bold as he brought you back to him; as close as possible as the sheets over you two rustled.

At some point he remembered the velvet box he had hidden in the back of the nightstand yesterday; his brows knitted as a new feeling (was it nervousness? Excitement? Or even anxiety?) spread over his body. It disappeared quickly though as you smiled at him yet again. That smile that made him feel like the world around you two stands still every time he saw it; the one he wishes to see on you every day (even better if he’s the reason for it; which in all honesty, he is more often than not); the smile that made him fall in love with you all over again.

He realised, that maybe he doesn’t have to worry so much as all he needs, all he ever wanted lies right in his arms. That smile on your face made all the worrisome thoughts fade away, replaced them with a fondness, an intimacy that holds the feeling of being ready for the next step. He tightened his embrace unconsciously, his mouth curved skyward and those arms of his reminded you of home; because in the end, he was your home, just as much as you were his.

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fixmyfeathers · 3 years

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[10.39pm -iwaizumi hajime]

An earthy, woody scent hung in the air. Warm, soothing water engulfed your body; small droplets of the transparent liquid running down the naked skin. They reminded one of tears. Tears that fall down the sky when heaven cries. At some point the sun appears again, with a small happy rainbow, as it shines as bright as ever. It’s almost like a promise that every gloomy, downcast, heartbroken moment will pass by.

Eventually, the sun kisses goodnight to the sky - it lets the moon glimmer at night, it chases dreams while demanding rest and peace.

Just like right now.

It was late; a sliver of moonlight spilled into the room. The pearl-shaped tears from the sky looked pale under the watery white-silver glow of the moon. You didn’t hear the door crack open as familiar emerald orbs peered into the bathroom.

No words were exchanged, small smiles graced both of your faces as he entered the room. He undressed himself; his movements were slow and his steps heavy - a sign that he had an awfully stressful day yet again (seriously, Oikawa was an angel compared to those idiots). You scooted forward, so much so that he could easily sit behind you, which he did mere seconds later.

Strong arms embraced your middle; legs on either side of yours, his muscled chest pressed against your back as he tightened his hold around you, letting his forehead drop on your shoulder. Leaning into him, you ran your fingers through his hair, mouth curving into a smile when a sigh left his lips. The warmth that was emitting from him was all too familiar, so intimate, so home.

He lifted his head from your shoulder, his lips brushed against the skin, leaving little kisses there. One hand loosened its hold around you, fingers running up and down your thigh now, while the other one was still tightly wrapped around you - refusing to let go.

“I missed you.”

His voice was low and husky (probably from all the scolding he had to do) and whispered into your neck as he decided to nuzzle into it. Starting to tell you about his day, you closed your eyes, humming every now and then to signal that you were listening. Every word that left his lips (the way his chest rumbled against your back while saying them in this low tone was just downright beautiful) and every breath that touched your skin sent tingles down your spine. His day was, as expected, stressful, annoying and “-shit, I couldn’t stop thinking about coming home. To you.”

At one point, he mentioned the woody scent that hung in the air. Looking over your shoulder, you told him, with a soft smile, that it reminded you of him - and then he was blushing in the color your love gave him.

Sometime later - after a few shared kisses, fingers that didn’t stop drawing lazy circles on your thigh (or whichever part of your body Hajime could reach, for that matter) and ´I love you´s´ whispered into your skin - the water started getting cold and the skin on your fingers and toes became wrinkly. He tightened his hold around you one last time before gently scooting you forward, pecking the back of your neck and eventually getting out of the bathtub; with you following closely after. He wrapped a towel around his lower region, holding one out for you to take as well. The mirror was slightly foggy, you realised after drying yourself off and slipping into your night clothes (which consisted of one of Hajime´s shirt and shorts). Said man appeared mere seconds later behind you, dressed only in boxers, as his fingers began holding your sides - twitching at the sight in front of him: skin still littered with small droplets of water, hair messy and slightly wet, skin flushed and shrivelled up. You looked so beautiful in that moment; he couldn't stop staring at you.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as shyness overcame your body. You shoved his face lightly to the side, hoping that it would stop its glowing. He chuckled, closing his eyes for just a second before locking his olive green-orbs with yours through the mirror again.

“Let's go to bed.”

You could feel the vibration of his words on you before he squeezed your sides and left a kissed on your cheek - presumably making his way to the bedroom now. There, he lied on his side of the bed; he welcomed you as he lifted the blanket, opening his arms for you to cuddle into him. And you did just that: embracing him, enjoying his natural heat. One leg around his middle, you nuzzled your head into his neck, sighing in content when you could smell the reassuring woody scent that clung to him, and started drawing lazy circles on his bare chest. Hajime kissed the top of your head and let his fingers run up and down your arm.

“Can you ... can you promise me one thing?” He whispered, his voice low and uneven as his hold around you tightened.

“Hmm? Sure, anything.”

“Promise me you'll come back tomorrow.” The seriousness that laced his voice made you look up at him from your place on his chest. His brows were knitted, eyes glossy and jaw clenched.

“Haji, what are you talking about?”

“Just ... just promise me.” He insisted, as you slowly sat up to face him directly. He held himself up on his forearms, staring expectedly at you.

“Of course, I'll come back to you. I always will.”

He smiled; so beautifully that it took your breath away. It held a hint of relief, a small sigh left his lips as well as he brought you closer to him again, holding you against him.

“I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” He said, arms tightening around you, clutching onto you so strong as if you might slip away, as few droplets of tears ran down his face.

And then you woke up. You tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. Nighttime, meeting him again, couldn't come sooner.

“Love brings many things, sometimes even pain.”

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fixmyfeathers · 4 years

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sweet and salty

h.iwaizumi

♡*:.✧

I apologize for any grammar mistake in advance!

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Tears ran down your face, salty liquid mingling with the heavy droplets of water from above. The rain fell on you, showering every part of your figure, prickling your skin each time they made contact with your body.

The world felt heavy around you, drowning you, intoxicating you with the very music it has to offer (though the sounds around you were rather thunderous, deep, violent; yet your focus was on the song the small tree branches, that were showing signs of cracking, were playing, the water that seemed to sing as it poured down on the ground, the flickering streetlight in the right corner that went out every time a thick droplet made contact with the brownish metal - almost in tune with the rhythm of the song)

You smiled. A genuine, honest kind; reminding one of the awakening sun as it kissed good morning to the lonely sky. Although it was cold and the icy wind nipped at your skin as you closed your eyes, your heart seemed to warm up, the familiar warmth began to spread over your body as he reached out for your hand. He squeezed it tightly, and behind your shut e/c orbs you could imagine his mouth turning upwards. The beautiful smile that was only reserved for you; the one where it reaches his eyes, the one where his nose seems to wrinkle a little bit, the one where nothing but affection, adoration, love was written on it. It was almost always followed by a small kiss, in which he tried to convey all his emotions into. And it really, without fail burned your insides every time, sending shivers down your spine at the same time. It was sweet and sour, seeing as both alone would at some point be too much; but mixed together, you couldn’t get enough. A faint red would creep up your neck, your face would burn hot as your heart thrummed against your chest; though soon enough he would squeeze your hand again, his other hand finding purchase in the back of your neck as it played with your hair, touch soft and light, trying not only to calm you down, but himself as well.

After, he would say that this is what love tastes like, and the corners of your mouth would turn up, gracing him with your sweet smile (that he would do anything for, just seeing it on your face is like a blessing made from heaven; though thinking about it, he always thought you were an angel trapped down here in the dark world anyway).

Sighing, you let your mind wander to the first time you two cuddled. It was so awkward, and he was so shy (which, to be honest, you would’ve never expected of him, as he always seemed rather bold, with that signature scowl on his face). He didn’t know where to place his hands at first, asking for silent permission every time, before placing them somewhere on your body - after giving him a small nod of reassurance. Later, far later into the relationship, he said that he didn’t want to make a wrong move, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, saying that he wanted it to be perfect, because, god, you deserve nothing less but that, and he couldn’t have forgiven himself if he would’ve done something that maybe would’ve made you uneasy.

You turned on your side, heart quickening, breathing gast and shallow. As if nature could feel your emotions, a loud thunder rumbled above you, accompanied by a lightning, which illuminated the darkened sky.

Another memory floated back into your mind: it was a few weeks after moving in together. On a stormy winter night, the electricity turned off due to the heavy raining and rumbling thunder and wind. Hajime placed candles everywhere around the apartment, creating a romantic, lovely and overall homey atmosphere. The night was spent cuddling on the couch (after the awkwardness, shyness was long gone now), telling each other weird stories of the past, praising every decision made and whatever is out there that you met each other, kissing while whispering sweet nothings to each other, saying I love you every 5 minutes to remind the other one (because he could never get tired of telling you how much he loves you, neither could you), hearing each other’s steady heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep eventually.

You sniffled as you felt the rain coming slowly to a stop, only small droplets pouring down now. Tears felt heavier, they were the only thing that seemed to play the song now as they dropped on the ground. (The rhythm was slower now, as it reminded you of all the times you slow danced in the kitchen at 3 am; drowning in each others eyes while small declarations of love were silently passed between them.)

“I miss you, and..”

You said, voice cracking, eyes squeezed together tightly, face twisting with love, pain.

“And I love you so, so much.”

His voice echoed in the back of your head; his last few words whispered in your mind.

(“Hey, Love.”

“Oh, hey Hajime. I’m on my way home now. I hope you haven’t eaten anything yet, because I brought take out! You’re favourite, of course! Oh.. And… You know, I also saw this little Godzilla plushie on one of the store windows … And I just had to buy it. I know we already have like.. three? But in my defence, it reminded me so much of you, so I just couldn’t help it! I nam-“

“Y/n. I love you. So so much.”

“I love you to-“

“Not so long ago, I was alone, lost even. You brought light to my life, and I.. I felt like I was home after a long time. Thank you for finding me.”

The crack in his voice, the little sniffling, the coughing while he desperately tried to steady his voice to say the declarations, the confessions he needed to let out on his final breath. The ambulance was already on its way, but he knew deep down that it was too late. He had to hear your voice one last time, so with the little strength that was left in his body, he called you.)

You tried to smiled, looking skyward as the dark, melancholy feeling surrounding it seemed to slowly disappear, leaving it almost empty except for a few lonely clouds, before walking inside, plushie held tightly in your arms.

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fixmyfeathers · 4 years

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“Some pretend to be the moonlight, some themselves are the moon.”

k.tsukishima

♡*:.✧

I apologize for any grammar mistakes in advance! (and am sorry if he believes in this term)

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Stars lighting up the dark shades of the room through the few cracks the curtains provide, casting a peaceful and bright atmosphere across the once gloomy space. The streaming moonlight adding a misty, watery pale yet mellow feeling to it, letting the room itself seem like a night sky on its own. You’ve been staring at him for a while now, admiring his every feature under the dim light, which kisses his face just beautifully. Honey orbs staring right back at you, sparkling incredibly bright, growing softer and softer with every passing minute they’re locked on yours. They tell a story of their own, in which you can easily get lost in. They remember the way your eyes grew as wide as saucers as he kissed you literally in the middle of your sentence (he later on said it was purely to “shut you up”, not because he loves the way your cheeks take a beautiful shade of pink every time he does something unexpectedly). They recall all the stolen glances at one another in class; don’t forget how your gentle eyes beamed with the purest kind of adoration as he once brought your favourite type of cake for you since you were having a rough day. Capturing moments like a camera, saving them deep down in his heart to bring back to his mind to replay over and over again.

A surprisingly soft smile graces his beautiful face, eyes lighting up with a newly found warmth at the sight of you in front of him. It appears that, as he seems to glow under the beautiful moonlight, reminding you of a quiet yet bright night sky, your face is decorated with all the colours a sunset can offer. Maybe it is the way your cheeks are tinted in a faint red yet again that brings him back to all the times you waited for him outside the gymnasium, sun long gone behind the mountain, warm shades of red and orange painted the sky as he took your hand in his to head home after a long, stressful day. Maybe it’s this (as himself proclaimed “weird”) habit of his, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushes lightly over the warmth of your cheek every time, that reminds him of the sun of its own.

He finds himself in an equal situation right now, seeing as stray strands of your h/c hair flop over your eyes, this odd desire of tucking it back behind your ear returning. As always, his pale hand reaches out to do just that, but only this time, instead of his thumb, his palm strokes your overly heated cheeks in a gentle manner; capturing yet again another memory behind those honey orbs of his. It’s no secret that he lets his sarcastic, teasing front crumble down when he's with you every now and then. You turned him into a softie, “a big-fat-simp”, and in situations like these, though he would never admit out loud, he doesn’t mind one bit.

At one point, his thumb makes contact with your bottom lip, brushing along the outer lines of your mouth as his eyes leave yours for just merely a second (he’s trying oh so hard to not focus on your sweet lips which basically scream to be kissed). You can feel his hot breath ghosting over your lips as he slowly leans in, his thumb and index finger now holding your chin up as your eyes flutter close, waiting for the moment his lips finally wrap around yours.

The familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach appears, along with a racing heart and drowsy mind. Despite his seemingly hot breath, his lips feel unfriendly cold; contrasting to your welcoming warm ones; though his tender flesh appears to adapt to the temperature in no time. The new found hotness reminds him of comfort, home, love.

“Now go to sleep, unless you want to nod off in the middle of the exam tomorrow.”

Nonetheless, he kisses you again. Short, yet in hope he can express every heartfelt emotion into it. It says ´I'm sorry for teasing you about that stupid math problem today´ (he apologized for his snarky remark about how dumb you are for not knowing how to solve it and not being in the mood to help you; even so, it stung). It reminds you that you'll do great tomorrow (he didn't study with you all week just for you to fail). And it certainly tells ´I love you´.

He slowly breaks away from you, soft fingers brushing over your cheek on last time before fully moving away.

You open your eyes, still a little drowsy from what happened only moments before, to be greeted by this dumb smirk of his. Adoration, love glows in his beautiful honey orbs as they linger a little longer on your now kissed bruised lips.

“One last kiss? As a good luck charm.”

You ask, seemingly knowing that he doesn't believe in such terms. His voice echoes in the back of your head, saying that in order to do well, to succeed, you need to prepares, study and learn. There's no such thing as luck, only preparation meets opportunities.

Despite rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue, the corners of his mouth turn up, a sweet smile now painting his face. He leans down once again, knowing full well that you've got him wrapped around your finger, capturing your lips in a final good-night kiss.

And in that moment, you realized that, while some pretend to be the moonlight, in the end, some themselves are the moon.

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fixmyfeathers · 4 years

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Reminisce (Iwaizumi x fem!Reader)

This is incredibly self indulgent but by god i want to marry Iwa. I want to marry him so bad.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

warnings: mild swearing

word count: 1889

read time: 7 minutes

11:30am was not a particularly early time to wake up, but considering that you had returned to the hotel room at 3:00 after hours apon hours of drinking, dancing and chatting with friends and family, it was actually quite impressive. You looked and felt a mess, with sweat remaining from the shower you had been too tired to take, hair sticking out in every direction and remnants of makeup, sloppily removed in early hours of the morning, smudged around your face. And yet, Iwaizumi was still looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on Earth.

"What?" you laughed, shifting closer to him under the covers.

"Just looking at my beautiful wife," he responded, with an expression so lovestruck it made you giggle more.

"I'm never going to get used to that."

It was his turn to laugh, pulling you closer against his bare chest, "You better, Mrs Iwaizumi, because I'm going to keep saying it."

You smiled with an expression mirroring his own. In the five years you had been together, you never got tired of mornings like these. Waking up in his arms, taking in every detail of his face, memorising exactly how his body felt pressed against yours. And now you were married. There was nothing better in the world.

"What did I do to get so lucky?" he mused, making you shove him half-heartedly with a laugh.

"Save the compliments for when I don't look like shit."

His arms didn't relent, wrapping around you and pulling you ontop of him. A soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

"I'm not kidding. If someone had told me seven years ago that I'd get to marry you, I'd be overjoyed, and also never believe them," Iwa said, before catching himself on his words.

"Seven years ago? You mean like first year?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice as you rested your chin on his chest. He groaned a little in embarrassment.

"Okay, so I may have lied when I said I started liking you at the start of third year."

You couldn't help but start laughing for real now.

"We didn't even talk in first year!"

"I know, but I was sixteen! What was I supposed to do, not fall for the cute girl who helped me with my English homework?" he defended as you rolled off him in your laughter, finding his reaction funnier than the actual situation.

"You're so adorable," you said, pecking him on the lips and giggling at his red face.

"Asking you for help with that English was probably the best decision of my life." His hand found its way to yours under the covers, calloused fingers intertwining with your soft ones.

"I can't believe that's actually what got you," your laughs were softer now. At the start of your relationship, you had been a little insecure as to whether Hajime liked you as much as he said he did, but you'd grown past that now. Though you sometimes wondered quite what he saw in you, you knew he wasn't lying about anything.

"You were pretty and nice to me and you told Oikawa to fuck off. At the time, that was like, my dream woman."

A snort escaped from your mouth as you nestled into the crook of his arm, tracing patterns along his chest.

"I think the moment I really fell for you was when I first saw you play in a match," you mused, remembering being dragged to watch with your friends in second year and not regretting it one bit. Your husband gave a small hum of encouragement, as if telling you to continue, so you did.

"I mean, I thought you were hot and cool and whatever before, but on court, you were just so... driven. You kept pushing for one more point," you said, eyes glued to your finger as it wove its way through invisible paths along his torso, "it was like a whole new side of you."

As you spoke, he had buried his face in your hair, and you felt him smile against your scalp.

"Honestly, that's the only way you would've fallen for me. I'd have been much more awkward if I'd known you were watching."

"Looking back, you were so awkward," you recalled, thinking back to your highschool days, "but at the time, I just thought you hated me or something."

"For real?" It was his turn to rumble in laughter.

"You were always avoiding me!" you said in defence, pouting at his growing laughs.

"I'm sorry for making you think that," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face, "you were so ridiculously pretty that I got nervous. And it's only gotten better from there."

"Someone's sappy today," you giggled as he rolled over, hovering over you. He only hummed in response, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, "but seeing as we're remembering the old times, remember when you first asked me out?"

These words were enough to make him groan and collapse off of you, arm going up to cover his reddening face.

"I wish I didn't. Most embarrassing moment of my life."

"I think I need to refresh your memory," you managed through giggles.

"No!" he groaned, "you do not."

"Oh, I'm going to."

Hajime always got embarrassed when you brought up how he asked you out on your first date because it was a prime example of how awkward he'd been at the start of your relationship. You still remembered it vividly, and his reaction to you telling the story was almost as cute as the image in your head, so you would remind him every chance you got.

"Can we talk about the proposal instead? I was a lot cooler with that one."

You ignored his pleas, beginning your narration, "Imagine it-"

"You told this like fifty times yesterday. Stop," he was laughing too, despite being bashful.

"This isn't just what I told yesterday. This is the unabridged version, just for you," you said, and he finally gave up on arguing with a sigh, "imagine it; the last week of third year, and it was coming to the end of a maths lesson - a class I didn't share with the hero of our story. In my head, I was thinking about the lovely ace, who is currently looking at me like if someone was to shoot him, he wouldn't complain, but that his dying wish would be for me to shut up. I was wondering if I should make a move on him."

Iwaizumi's face turns from one of annoyance to curiosity - he hasn't heard this part of the story. You'd never really told him what went through your head that day. Noticing his change of expression, you decided to expand on that train of thought.

"You see, there was only a week left. After that, I might not get the chance. I might never see him again - at least, this is what I thought, as I didn't know that we were both going to the same university the next year. Part of me thought that it was now or never, but I decided on never. He was cool and popular and always seemed confident. If he liked me, I thought, he would make a move himself. This thought crossed my mind as I began to pack my things, and then, as if on cue-"

Iwaizumi's arm returned to covering his face. This was his least favourite part of the story.

"My knight in shining armour burst in, having been let out of his class early, and shouted, in front of the whole class, '(Y/N), I really like you, and have for a while! Please go on a date with me!'"

Your husband let out a long groan at this, the embarrassment still fresh despite it having been five years. Usually, this is where you stopped. It was pretty much the end of the story. But you continued.

"Naturally, I agreed. But, as if things weren't already awkward enough, our good old friend Oikawa decided to pipe up from behind you-"

"Oh my god," Hajime interrupted momentarily, "I forgot about this bit."

"And the somewhat sweet confession was finished off with the lovely note of 'Woo! They're finally gonna bone!'. The end."

It appeared the little addition shook Iwa out of the annoyed mood the story usually put him in, because he uncovered his face and laughed reminiscently.

"We both got detention for that," he chuckled, pulling you back into his chest.

"Was it worth it?" you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"Take a look around. We're married. Of course it was worth it," what was probably the hundreth kiss of the day was placed on your forehead, "I'd sit through a million detentions to keep you with me."

"Good thing you don't have to. I don't think I'd be able to go a million hours without you," you said, beginning to fiddle with his hair, "can I try and plait your hair?"

"No," was the short answer, "we're gonna talk about that first date I asked you on."

"Why?" you asked, cocking your head as your fingers left his hair. The date had been nice, but other than the fact it was your first with your now husband, there had been nothing particularly special about it.

"Don't think I've forgotten about when you tried to say you were hungry and instead said horny, and were so shocked by the fact that your mouth did that that you spilt your drink all over both of us."

"Oh my god, even I forgot about that."

"I'm gonna give you a dramatic narration."

"No!"

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was taken up like this - reminiscing about notable moments in your relationship. Everything from your first kiss, which had turned an uneventful 'date' of running errands together into a special one, to your first 'I love you's, which had slipped out on a late night call. Each of you gave vivid retellings of meeting the other's parents for the first time, which had gone swimmingly for Hajime, but had been incredibly awkward for you until his father made some comment about thinking his son was gay until then because of the amount of time he spent with Oikawa. That really broke the ice between you, but it put Iwaizumi into an adorably disagreeable mood for the rest of the night. Iwa finally got to talk about the proposal, which you had to admit had been very romantic, and then you talked about the wedding the night before.

Eventually, you moved on from the past and talked about the future. Where to go for your honeymoon, where you'd like to settle down one day, how many kids you'd like and when. You decided you'd move to the outskirts of Tokyo, and start a family in your late twenties. You settled on two kids, but maybe a third a little later on. And then, when you retired, you'd move to the Okinawa prefecture and live by the beach. By the time you got hungry enough to need to get up, you felt like your entire life was planned.

You couldn't wait to make it real and have more things to reminisce about.

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