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repulsiveliquidation · 5 months

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Chosen Family

Leah Williamson x Reader x Arsenal Women.

word count : 2.8k

this was meant to be a blurb but oh well

warnings : mentions of death, swearing, it's kinda sweet...?

“While we have valued your skill addition to the team, we cannot find any reason to retain you and that it why we are terminating your contract, effective immediately; other teams will bid for your purchase by the end of the month.”

That was the last thing that you heard until you stopped listening. The room began to feel small. It was spinning, your head just immediately began to throb. Combined with the need to throw up was the cherry on top. You blinked at your agent, who was stone-faced but determined to fight for you, in a plea to let you leave. He nodded and leaned in to talk to you. “Go, kiddo. Find the girls, I’ll sort this out.”

You scramble out of the room, not caring what the board thinks. You run; fast. Tears are cascading down your face, hot and frustrated ones. Your legs knew where to run, where to find your beloved girls.

19 and fresh out of your first senior Lionesses call up, was a day you didn’t think would come. You were on the plane back home from the 2023 World Cup a little gloomy; a text from Leah changed the whole day around for you. It was a simple one, curt and just what you expected from the North London girl.

“Welcome to Arsenal.”

You were playing for Brighton Albion right now, while you loved it there, Arsenal was your well-known dream. Going through the academy was the best thing that ever happened to you but when you didn’t get moved up to the first team and instead bought by Brighton, you immediately made it known that if ever they were interested, you’d even transfer for free (your agent did NOT like that.)

The girls cheered and clapped, celebrations were in order for the youngest Lioness. They popped champagne (you sneaked a flute, Alessia winked at you), food was eaten with more enthusiasm.

When you stepped on that pitch for the first time as part of the First Team, you cried. Leah made fun of you for a week but you didn’t care. Your dream was now your reality. You made it. Your parents passed away when you were 14 from a car accident, they were both die hard Arsenal fans, it was your fathers dream to see you in an Arsenal shirt with your last name on the back. You were at this facility that day, that day was the hardest day of your life. Today came a close second.

“I’m sorry daddy.” You whisper, fresh tears pricking in your eyes. You push open the changing room door and walk in, the girls immediately quieten down when they see your tear-stained face.

“You’ve only been gone a half hour, you miss us that much?” Leah jumps up enthusiastically and walks over to you to pull you into the changing room.

“Leah, shut up. What’s wrong, kleintje?” Viv asks, pulling you into her arms. Everyone’s mood changes when they realize they’re sad tears.

“They’re getting rid of me.” You say quietly, muffled into Viv’s chest. She kisses the top of your head, rare affection from the Dutchwoman, before pulling your head away from her chest.

“Say again for me love?”

“They’re selling me, they fired me.”

“They can’t do that.”

“They just did.”

You’re crying again, now passed to Beth’s arms as Viv, Leah, Alessia, Katie, Lotte and Stina begin to march out of the room angrily. You beg them not to, crumbling to your knees.

“Please, you shouldn't have to fight for me. They’re just throwing me away…I-I thought I was good enough to b-be on the team! Like a fucking whore, sold to the highest bidder!” you’re heaving, their eyes soften and they rush to you; Leah getting to you first. She kneels before you and pulls you into her arms, cradling your crying head against her chest.

“Hey, stop that. They’re not selling you, we will make sure of it. They can’t, not like this.”

“What if you can’t? What if you can’t stop them?”

“We never play football again, darling. It’s that simple.” Piped in Alessia, anger seething behind her eyes.

“I couldn’t make you all do that.”

“Watch us. Every single one of us. I might bleed North London but no one treats my family this way. You’re our baby, no one messes with this family.” Leah said, everyone in the room nodding their heads in agreement.

“What did your agent say, darlin’?” asked Katie, coming up beside you to rub your back just as your agent walked in.

“You can ask him.”

“Cut the shit, Tony. What did they say?” Leah pounced on him, he only shook his head slowly.

“I told them that the transfer window was long closed. Turns out that that doesn’t really matter when you fire a player; they’re just sold like any other player that can be sold. I know you girls are mad for her; please don’t do anything stupid like all quit football altogether.”

“How the hell did you figure that out?”

“I’m an agent for a reason. I’m also her guardian, I know you lot well enough to know you’d do something like that for my Y/N.”

“Why the fuck are they selling our best forward then?”

“I don’t know. I’ll be damned if I don’t find out.” He walked over to you, the girls help you stand.

“I will not stop until I find out why, kiddo. I promised your father I would take care of you, I intend to do that. Do you trust me?”

“With my life, Tones.”

“Atta girl, I know you’ll be in good hands with these girls. I’m sorry, but training will have to be at home till I can find out why you’re out of a fucking job. I love you, Martha wants you over for dinner on Saturday; bring her some of your cookies will you? You lot are invited if you’re interested.” he kisses your forehead and walks out of the room, already calling people on the phone.

“Come on baby, let’s get you home.” Beth cooed, Viv immediately grabbing all your things from your cubby.

“Pack her a bag and take her to mine, she stays with me till this is over.” Leah tells the two, they nod and usher you out before you can make any form of protest.

The drive to your apartment was a quiet one, Beth sat in the back with you while Viv drove. You could tell she was mad, her jaw clenched as she was mumbling under her breath. You reached over an arm and grasped her shoulder, she visibly relaxed and looked at you through the rear-view mirror.

“We’ll figure this out, lieveling. Don’t you worry.”

Arsenal Women look to sell Y/N L/N to the highest bidder in a sudden dropping of her from the squad. Teams like Manchester United and Bayern Munich are among those highly interested in the prodigy forward from North London.

“Hi angel, the guest room is all set for ya. You’re welcome in my bed if you’d rather; fair warning, I am a snorer.” Leah winked at you, helping you take your bags into the house.

“I know you do, Kiera told me at camp one time.”

“That sneaky woman. I’ll be having a word with her, pet. Come on in, make yourself at home. The rest of the girls are on the balcony, they really invited themselves over you know; how rude, coming into our home like that!”

Our home, she said. You really didn’t need to worry with these girls, they’ve got your back.

Leah had to drag you to training although technically you couldn’t participate. It made your heart ache, being there but not being able to play. Jonas shot you a sorry look, allowing you to steal a football and kick it around on your own. The girls were all feeling sorry for you, one of them always coming over to check on you each hour.

Lotte walked over after their 6 a side scrimmage, spraying you with her water bottle before you shot up and chased her around the pitch.

You finally caught her, cursing her long legs. She merely side hugged you, kissing your warm, sweaty forehead.

“That take your mind off things for a bit, little bit?” she asked, her choice in nickname made you smile.

“It did, thanks Lotte.” You lean into her and say, both of you watching Katie spray her water bottle at Beth and before you knew it everyone was doing the same. It made you heartily laugh, all the girls more than happy to get their shirts soaked if it meant little bit was smiling for just a little bit.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you in here, Ms. L/N.”

“She’s with me, Ben.”

“I’m sorry Leah, she can’t be on the training pitch. Boss’ orders.”

“Well, she’s coming with me and we’re going to see about that. Come, Y/N.”

You trail behind Leah as she walks with determination to Jonas’ office. He’s in a meeting, she simply does not care.

“I’d like to know why she can’t come to the training ground and whose idea was it to do so.”

“It came from upstairs Leah, it was on my table this morning. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t even try to do anything about it? She’s still a part of this team!”

“I’m sorry Leah, she isn’t. She can’t be here.”

“Go downstairs and put your boots on, Y/N. Un-FUCKING-believable.”

“Leah, I’ll just get an Uber and g–”

“I said, go downstairs and put your fucking boots on. Now.”

You walk out of the room and do as she says. She comes back out to the pitch 20 minutes later with huge smile on her face, winking at you.

“All sorted darling, nothing to worry about. Sorry if I scared you.”

You run and hug her, she merely smiles wider and kisses your head.

“Thank you Leah,” you whisper, only meant for her to hear.

“Anything for you, my love.”

“What are we feeling for dinner, darling?” Beth called as you were sitting in their living room playing Fifa.

“I don’t care, but a pizza sounds fucking delicious right now.”

“Language! Leah is a horrendous influence on you. Sausage and banana peppers?”

“Sorry, mum. Yes please.”

Beth walked in and rolled her eyes, picking up the takeaway menu stack near the tv.

“What is this that I hear that I’m a bad influence?”

“Leah!” you yelled, jumping up from the couch and jumping into her arms. You had grown quite attached to the older woman, her fierce protective nature from the start of your journey of international football along with the move to Arsenal had made you fall in love with her. It was a secret you were willing to take to the grave if you got to enjoy her and not risk losing her.

It had more to do with the age gap, it wasn’t monstrously large but it would turn heads either way with you being a teenager still. You turn twenty in less than a week anyway, maybe if you could muster up the courage you’d tell her.

“Hello, pea. Beth bullying ya?”

“No, she said my swearing is because of you. But we’re getting pizza!”

“That sounds lovely, angel. I love pizza, pizza loves me. Wanna see if you can beat me at a game while we wait?” she says, pointing to the paused football match on the tv.

“What’s in it for me?” you tell her cheekily, grabbing a second controller for her.

“You’ll have to beat me to find out, doll.”

Viv walked in, standing with Beth as they watched the two of you playing.

“So, who’s gonna tell them?” Viv asks bluntly.

“They’re right knobheads the pair of them. It could be written on their foreheads and they’d miss it.”

You were more than happy to have a little cake and a song for your birthday. Years without parents who died around your birthday made it a sore subject. Tony and Martha made it better though, both of them really did try their best to make sure you were well cared for and for that you were forever grateful. No one texted you all day though, you’ll be honest, it made you a little sadder. You were just about order some takeout when Leah walked into the house with balloons, cake, the girls, and much more. Katie led the chorus for ‘Happy Birthday’ so offkey you were sure your ears were genuinely bleeding. She pulled a party hat on your head and kissed your forehead, holding your face in her hands and she whispered, “Happy Birthday, little bit.”

You were crying, touched by their kind gesture. Only Leah knew the extent of why birthdays were a little sore for you, a proud smile on her face as the rest of the girls busied themselves with laying out the food and putting the decorations up. She smiled at you, eyes full of love like you were the only one in the room.

She walked up to you with the cake as Stina lit the candle, her bright smile on her face.

“Make a wish, pretty girl.” She said, you closed your eyes and made your wish. You blew out the candle; the cake was handed off to Viv.

She pulled you into her arms, kissing your nose. She had that same look of pure adoration on her face; you were scared of asking the question itching on the tip of your tongue. Luckily, Leah asked it for you.

“Happy birthday, special girl. Can I take you out on a date sometime?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to ask you that.”

“No time like the present, kiddo.”

She leaned in and kissed you softly, your lips molding perfectly to hers. The room cheered loudly, Beth yelling at the top of her lungs while Viv looked like a proud parent.

“Did your uncle ever mention that he was suing the guy who got into that accident with your parents?”

“No, I thought they didn’t know who it was.”

“Well, they do. He knows you too.”

“How the hell could he know me.”

“He’s the scumbag who hired you then fired you.”

“What are you saying, Tones?”

“When the lawsuit came in and the names were revealed he realized that someone leaked the information he tried so hard to keep buried and your name was in there. He thought you figured it out and were coming after him through your uncle. So, he fired you. Probably thought that would send a clear message that he could ruin you.”

“Tony, this is a lot to take in.”

“I know, kid. You leave it to me, you hear? Especially leave your new girlfriend out of it. She’s great but fucking scary.”

“Tony, it’s on speaker!”

“I know where you sleep Tony.” Leah supplied happily.

“Shit. Please kid, between the two of you only yeah? I love you.”

“I love you too, Tones. Send Martha my love.”

“Sure thing. Be safe, please?”

Click.

“What the hell am I going to do, Lee?”

“We’re gonna fight baby. Every single one of us. We got ya.”

“Tony literally just told you, you couldn’t kill the guy.”

“I will if I have to, you’re my girl now. You’ve always been my girl but now circumstances have changed. I know a guy who knows a guy; I’ll do it with my bare hands if I had to.”

“Tony was right, you are mad scary.”

Arsenal Board member sentenced to 10 years in prison for countless charges. The Plaintiff, Y/N L/N was rewarded with an undisclosed settlement for damages that caused the death of her parents 6 years ago, which turned out to be a massive coverup. Her position as forward on the Arsenal Women’s team had been reinstated effective immediately.

“We did it, little bit.” Lotte hugged you, the rest of the girls filtering into your home. Okay, it was Leah’s and she did just ask you to move in with her but it was nice to have someone to share a home with.

“I’m so proud of you, kid.” said Katie.

“You’re stronger than you look, Y/N/N.” said Stina.

“I have pictures of you on the stand!” said Alessia.

Their words were drowned out by the sound of a certain blonde and blue eyed, Milton Keynes accented, Lioness captain that was praising you.

“You did perfectly today, pea.”

“Thanks Lee. I couldn’t have done it without you. All of you.” You turn and face all the girls and continue.

“Without you all, I don’t think I would have been able to get through the past few weeks. You’ve all shown me what real family looks like and I can’t thank you enough. I love you all from the bottom of my heart.” You were crying, wiping away tears before Alessia yelled “Group hug!” and you were wrapped up in many arms.

Once they let go, Leah came up behind you and kissed your cheek. You lean back into her, rubbing her strong arms that were around you.

“Thank you Leah, for everything.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

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fanaticsnail · 5 months

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The Marine's Mistake

Masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,700+ (just a small little drabble for me!!)

Warnings: Clean-shaven Mihawk, lots of flirting, mentions of drinking.

@feral-artistry requested this a while ago, and I finally had enough in me to pump out this little drabble. I can easily see myself adding to this little relationship down the line, but for now it's all short, sweet and innocent.

Hushed whispers travelled along the rotund dining table in the dimly-lit tavern. Hands shielding lips, narrowed eyes, the smallest tilt of chins spread like the trickle of seawater through a crack in the ship’s hull to litter the hallway with the salty liquid.

“What do you think happened?” a red-headed marine uttered to her comrade beside her, eyes widening the longer her sights were held to the table in the centre of the tavern.

“He wouldn’t have shaved it,” another shook their head, raising the cool glass of bitter beer to their lips. A small foam line falling to their top lip as they pulled the glass back to utter: “it’s a part of his look, right? It wouldn’t be intentional.”

“Perhaps it was an accident,” a blonde, tall cadet uttered with a curt nod, “cannon fire, a blast or something.”

“I don’t think he’d be close enough to the end of a cannon for that to happen,” a smaller, pink-haired cadet offered in response as he adjusted his circular glasses up the bridge of his nose.

You sat at the corner of the table, not quite following the conversation falling amongst your peers of marines. This was the third transfer you’d been a part of in the span of a month: the latest ship needing to utilise your skills as a hand-to-hand combat specialist to better the skills of the marines.

Vice-Admiral Garp and his marine cadets were in the early stages of building rapport with you, you only truly interacting with your peers and subordinates while running drills or swapping over watch shifts so far. This venture in land for the replenishment of supplies and to fix up any chipped wood for the ship was truly your first opportunity to really get to know your new crew on a deeper level.

You looked down at the end of your pint-glass, the slosh of the final dregs of the beaded liquid swaying as you held your gaze firmly to it.

“Marines,” you addressed your peers, bringing the attention of your drinking companions over to you, “I’m getting another round,” you rose to your feet, pushing your wooden bar-stool back beneath the table below, “speak now if you’d like another, I think it’s my turn this time?”

A chorus of a resounding “yes!” fell to your ears, prompting a small giggle rise in your chest. The “yes!” gained the attention of the rest of the small dining room, prompting you to lower your palm to the floor with a playful “shh”, the laugh falling as you began taking orders.

“I’m assuming all ales then?” you asked as your laughter diminished, “I should just get a jug, at this stage.”

“Yes to the jug!” the red-head began to chant, a broad smile displayed openly on her lips.

“Aye!” the marine beside her confirmed with a similar amount of enthusiasm.

Another giggle fell from your lips as you turned to make your way to the wooden bar, the barkeeper meeting your gaze with a nod in your approach. As you stood your torso up against the bar with a handful of berry clutched in your hand, your eyes travelled to the body which began their own approach to the bar.

The gentleman was adorning an open, cream-coloured silk shirt, frills embellishing the low collar with a crossed draw-string revealing the crevasses of his muscular chest. Dark and loose curls framed his face, angular and strong arches of his jaw and cheek bones comparable to carved marble. His yellow eyes beneath his long, dark eyelashes held an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

He was breathtaking. Your eyes travelled to his dark, leather pants held by a woven belt with a large, brass buckle. Trailing your eyes back up, you found your gaze met by the gentleman you were shamelessly undressing with your eyes; a warmth rising to your cheeks under the knowledge that you were found out.

“Marine,” he offered in a bored tone as he drew his body beside yours at the bar.

“Beautiful,” you challenged him, a small smirk rising to your lips. He arched his brow upwards in response, his intense frown no longer present atop his handsome features. He hummed, leaning his elbows against the wooden bar and flicking out his index and middle finger to gain the attention of the bartender.

“What are we drinking, gorgeous?” you asked him, turning your shoulders to offer him your full attention.

“We?” he scoffed, yellow eyes trailing over your face as his shaven chin pointed towards your own, “I am not buying you a drink, Marine.”

He turned back towards the bar, completely ignoring your presence beside him as he focussed on trailing the bartender with his eyes.

“I never suggested such a thing, charming,” you taunted him, your index finger trailing the benchtop beside him slowly; drawing his gaze to your digits. He arched his brow upwards, intrigue gracing his honey-coloured eyes briefly. The bartender finally gracing the both of you with his presence, brushing down the benchtop with a tea-towel and smiling broadly.

“What’ll it be?” he asked, placing his white and blue tea-towel over his shoulder and leaning against the counter.

“Three jugs of ale for the table in the corner,” you smiled, turning again to the man beside you, “and add his drinks to my tab, along with two more of what he’s having.”

The dark-haired man snapped his face back towards you, eyes wide at your boldness. His eyes narrowed at you, training over your playful expression.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” he uttered in a low tone.

“None in the slightest,” you shrugged, your bottom lip falling into a small pout, “but I sure would like to.”

The man was taken aback, his eyes widening before a small smirk grew itself against his lips.

“A bottle of Sangiovese,” he tilted his chin back at the bartender, “and two glasses.”

You scrunched your nose upwards in delight, drawing out the berry to cover your tab and handing it over to the bartender. You turned to face your torso to the room, your elbows finding the bar behind you as you arched your back outwards in your leaning.

“Sangiovese?” you questioned the mysterious man beside you, “you in the mood for something more on the tart and sour side, handsome?”

“There you are again with the pet-names, Marine,” he taunted you with a small purr in his tone, prompting a warm flush to once again draw over your face. You broke away your eye contact with him and looked to the table of your peers; who seemed to have widening eyes and the colour drained from their faces. You shook your head a little, brows furrowing in question as they witnessed a waitress bring over their jugs of ale.

“And here I was thinking my poor mood would travel back home with me, after that meeting,” he uttered under his breath as the bartender came back with a decanted bottle of sangiovese and two crystal wine-glasses.

“What was that?” you asked him, turning your gaze back towards the gentleman who currently captivated you with his mysterious aura.

“Indeed, sweetheart,” he leant his body over yours, towering you beneath his intimidating aura, “something tart that I can roll over my palate with subtle spice is what the current mood of the hour calls for.”

Instead of backing away and cowering beneath his towered stoop, you instead arched your back upwards further and lulled your head to the side with your jaw revealed to him. He hummed down at you, reaching behind you both to collect the glasses and the decanter within his wide fingertips.

“You are intriguing,” he praised you in a deep rumbly whisper, his lips falling dangerously close to your own as he retrieved the objects behind you, “allow me to escort you outside to continue this delicious conversation over the wine you graciously paid for, that is-.”

You tilted your head, awaiting for him to continue his sentence. He turned his head to look to your commanding officer, Bogard and Vice-Admiral Garp, with his brow arched upwards. His lips curled up into a smirk, you watching how truly beautiful his smile grew to become.

“That is…-?” you trailed in question for him to continue, drawing your right hand up to his cheek. You utilised your index finger and thumb to collect his smooth chin and draw his attention back to you. Upon slowly sweeping the room before drawing his attention back towards you.

“That is, if you’re completely ‘off-duty’ for the rest of the evening,” his lips grew into a soft, playful grin. Oh, how gorgeous.

“A whole evening with a gorgeous stranger?” you questioned him, releasing his chin from your fingers and opting to caress his cheek, “and here I thought we were just sharing wine. Honey, you spoil me.”

A small rumbly growl released itself from within his chest to almost purr at you. He withdrew from his stoop, turning with the collected decanter and glasses within his right hand and turning to offer you the crook of his left elbow to escort you out of the tavern.

“You truly have no idea who I am?” he chuckled at you as he led you from the tavern doors, the room falling almost silent amongst the gasps and whispers from your peers.

“Should I, beautiful?” you asked him giving his bicep a small squeeze as you praised him. He sighed with a small chuckle, drawing his forehead in to press against your own briefly as he allowed the doors of the tavern to swing shut behind him.

The sunset hovering over the sea was a welcome sight, the warmth of the day falling on your skin and welcoming it into the romantic atmosphere you had both found yourselves in for the evening.

Dracule Mihawk was going to enjoy this unbridled and flirtatious attention for as long as you would allow yourself to play along with him. It had been a while since his aura of intimidation had been shed from his body, and even longer still since he was the one being approached at a bar rather than himself finding someone to toy with. He simply can’t wait for the pin to drop against the floor and you realise you are literally dancing with death.

And it was all thanks to a horrible prank performed by the chop-chop devil-fruit user. The devil-fruit user who was currently pinned against the hull of his ship by harsh chains of sea-stone as punishment fitting the crime. Perhaps he should even thank the infamous clown-captain for his idiocy, but for now: the promise of wine and a beautiful, flirtatious companion for the evening awaits. How Mihawk adored this attention.

#one piece #opla #opla fic #one piece live action #x reader #mihawk #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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Hi Vespertine!! First off I wanted to say that I’m super impressed with how amazing your writing is considering English is your third language!! It is mine too, after Spanish and French, what about you?

Anyways I say your requests were open and I thought I could jump in and give you an idea. It’d be a König x female reader, in which she is a worldwide recognized sniper, but they only know her alias, so when she accepts a job at KorTac, König is smitten with her instantly, maybe she’s in the shooting range training at night and he comes up to her? What do you think?

Hello, anon!

What a lovely message, thank you so much! My languages are Danish, Italian, followed by English 😙 I took Spanish & German in school, unfortunately I don't remember much!

I love the idea! Hopefully I managed to write something you can agree with!

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 König x F!Reader

Summary: On a late night, you find more at the shooting range than you expected. Keywords: König, female Reader, reader is a sniper, you have fun shooting guns in a safe environment 👍 König is giving puppy fanboy energy. Wordcount: 1206.

Bang.

Another shot rings throughout the empty, indoors shooting range. You lower your weapon, and unsurprisingly, your bullet ripped through the tacky, free sticker that came with a pair of shoes you bought recently. It might not be a normal use of stickers, but hey, you’re anything but normal… and the sticker was free.

You press a button and the long-distanced fiberboard creaks towards you.

They dubbed you "Lovelace''. After the mathematician. All due to your sharpened mind being able to perform extraordinary feats of warfare and calculations, all through the small scope of a sniper rifle. Companions have been noted to refer to you as either 'Love' or 'Lace', depending on the situation (and your relationship)—but those companions have been left behind for the time being. KorTec’s mercenaries are your companions now, though you have yet to actually meet any of them.

With the board coming to an abrupt halt in front of you, you peel off the damaged sticker, replacing it with another, before sending the target away again, tracking it through your scope.

Your ears perk at the sound of someone entering—even with the noise cancelling headphones—so you hold your fire and listen.

From their footsteps, you can tell they are not attempting to disguise their approach towards you. So you mind your business, emptying your lungs before taking the shot—bullseye—and lower the rifle onto the desk before turning towards the newcomer. Sliding down the ear-protectors to rest around your neck.

“Late-night practice?” Comes the question from the stranger, and you clock the Austrian accent almost immediately. You have toured there before for a mission. Great coffee.

The answer to his question is an obvious one, but you humour him, and offer him a curt nod and pleasant smile. “Got it in one,” you say with welcoming tone, wiping your hand on your thigh as you approach him for a handshake. “I’m—”

“Lovelace. I—I know.”

You blink. You had not expected to hear your callsign to be said with such… enthusiasm. While you cannot see his face, the awe is undeniable on his tongue. His infatuation showed freely in his eyes—almost sparkling. Such piercing blue eyes, you think absentmindedly as your hand is shaken. He seems almost reluctant to let you go, and you cannot help but quirk a smile. You are rarely, if ever, met with such boyish fascination.

“I have been following your career,” he says, straightening his back. “You’re an incredible sniper, it’s an honour to have you on the team.” His fingers twitch. It’s almost overwhelming meeting you in person. “I’m König,” he says, finally remembering he (rudely) interrupted your introduction.

His stature is impressive, formidable even. And your eyes never leave his as you step backwards until you can lean against the desk—and funnily enough, he follows you. The image reminding you of a puppy trotting after its master. “I’m honoured you keep me in such high regards,” you say with a chuckle, mirth arising from your throat as one leg comes to cross over the other in a casual, relaxed posture. “It’s all very cute.” You glance up at him, a smile pulling up one corner of your mouth, your eyebrow raised just enough to tell him that he is not as subtle as he might think. “King.”

You translating his callsign should not affect him as much as it does, aber Scheiße does it cause him to do a double take. He clears his throat, coming to stand near you. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to say. So he goes for whatever the both of you have in common. Guns—more specifically, sniper rifles.

“I, uh. I tried becoming a sniper once,” he says, eyeing the discarded rifle on the surface behind you. You follow his eyes, the only thing you can see of his face, and you unceremoniously hold the rifle up to him. Brow arched.

“Then you must have some training. Mind showing me what I’m working with?” Your tone is inviting, almost playful, as you encourage him to let loose. “-and if you want, I don’t mind giving pointers.” The last thing you want is him thinking you find yourself superior. You know how frustrating it can be, when others force “suggestions” on your techniques. Unfortunately, you have been the victim of many such men.

Thankfully, König seems thrilled to have your expertise at his beck and call, and lines himself up in the booth. You give him the space he needs. “Hold fire,” you order, inspecting his posture, his grip on the rifle, and suddenly you can’t help but imagine yourself back at the many sniper courses you’ve attended. You see his trigger finger twitch, not enough to fire, but enough to make you comment on it. “Steady fingers, König.”

“Apologies. I am… excited,” he admits with a faint chuckle. He cannot help himself. He cannot help himself so he sneaks a glance at you, and he’s thankful that his expression is veiled, because he’s smiling.

“Alright, I’ve grilled you long enough. Compensate for bullet drop, and impress me.”

He’s not sure if you caught him staring or not, but if you did, he’s thankful you didn’t mention it. “Yes,” he says, exhaling to empty his lungs as he prepares his shot.

A short silence follows, and then…

Bang.

The rifle shot echoes around you. Both your ears are, more or less, insensitive to it at this point.

You squint your eyes as you check the target. Not a bullseye, but a few centimetres north of your original sticker-shot. You find yourself nodding in approval. König hasn’t moved a muscle after the shot, awaiting any further instructions.

“Not a bad shot, König.” You pause, quirking a smile. “Go ahead and finish the magazine. Rapid fire.” Might as well put him through his paces, you’re curious to see how well he aims when pressured.

“Yes, ma’am.” Comes the response.

Shot, after shot, after shot, after shot rings out. You are quick to notice that the more shots he’s firing, the less stable his posture is. But when the rifle empties its last bullet, König breathes a sigh as a hand disappears beneath his hood to rub his jaw. The gun rests on the tabletop, spent.

Wordlessly, you press the button to call the fiberboard.

“You have a hard time standing still,” you comment in a light-tone. A casual observation, not a reprimand. “Your pinky started twitching after the fourth round, and you kept repositioning your left leg.” Alright, that might have come off as reprimanding. “...but otherwise, good. Very good, even.”

König rubs the back of his neck, almost embarrassed at the observations. “I doubt you would be surprised to know, that’s what kept me from graduating. That and my height.”

You reach up to pat his shoulder before turning to the board.

What you find is not what you expected.

A perfect circle encasing your bullet-hole. The shots almost perfectly aligned with two centimetres between each. You look to König, baffled at your discovery, and he chuckles as he notes your expression. You wait for an explanation, and he gives it after a moment.

“Der König beschützt die Königin.”

The King protects the Queen.

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hanasnx · 3 months

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thinking abt absolutely dirty sloppy hate fucking with anakin. no concern, no sweet talk, no comforting touches. just him taking out his anger for the world on you. <3

MINORS DNI 18+

Huge hands cup both sides of your head and in a single curt motion collide your skull with the floor. The dizzying effect takes over, your surroundings coming in and out of focus as your eyes struggle to adjust. Momentarily, you forget yourself, yet your body doesn't. Hands brace on ANAKIN SKYWALKER's chest, weakly fighting him off. He persists easily, yanking you further down by your hips, and your hair fans out from under your head. You wince, the sore spot exacerbated by the harsh scrape of the ground underneath. Your fists tremble as they grip on his robes.

The shuffling of his garments alerts you to the impending presence between your legs as he hovers over you. Softly, you manage to choke out, "Cheater." to which he scoffs. The pounding in your head subsides long enough for you to realize something hard and long pressing to your heat.

"Push." he mouths, barely above a whisper. A cocky jut of his chin as he says it makes your blood boil. Like a fool, you do as he tells you, your anger propelling you into shoving at his wall-like frame with all your might. To no avail, and you collapse fully breathing hard. "A little hit to the head and you're rendered helpless? You're not as strong as I thought."

You growl at the feeling of his shaft rutting against your slick slit, and you've got half a mind to tell him to shove it in already. You don't want him to win, and you whip your hand across his face with a resounding smack, craning his neck from the impact. His curls whirl around his head like a crown, and a dribble of spit drips from his plump and split lip. Breathless, you laugh, and adjust underneath him, readying yourself to crawl out from under him. He faces you again, and fists your hair to pin you with newfound enthusiasm, punishing you for landing a hit on him. A steady hand on his base guides it, lining it up, and shoving it in. Your hole's wet but not loose enough, and you cry out as his carelessness stretches you out in a sting.

"Fucking asshole!" you yell, the rim of your pussy on fire as he presses on, ignoring your violent writhing as you search for a way to get back at him. Basically performing a temper tantrum while you squeeze your eyes shut and pinch and claw and punch.

"Oh, you want it in the ass? Is that it?" he questions immaturely, following your face as he jerks side-to-side. Your hands snatch his wrist, tugging it from your scalp only for his grip to tighten on your hair. "Push. Push! I'm begging you, teach me a lesson."

Your feet ground, and you pick your hips up, trying to raising him with you. It only serves as easier access for his cock to slide in further.

"That's a good way to waste your energy."

"I'm gonna fucking cut your dick off when this is over!" you shout the first thing you can think of at him as he bottoms out after forcing himself in. You flutter around him, your cunt recognizing the actions to be pleasurable, and lubricating accordingly. So he gives you a couple bucks, your thighs clenching around him unconsciously as he does.

"You wanna get off? Then fucking earn it."

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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..so this is like actually nasty. ur welcome whores ;P

mansk and ja + heat pollen ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

• it had been out on a mission, exploring the depths of the pandoran forest; initially it was a full-capacity task, but quaritch had since split you up into groups

• him, and a couple others, and you, ja and mansk to survey the borders on the west for any signs of na'vi interference.

• quaritch had entrusted that you three would be a solid group, but you most certainly had a reputation at headquarters for being a rambunctious group; although pretty quiet and reserved yourself, being a mere biological scientist, here to explore the vast plantlife, mansk and ja were full jock marines.

• stomping and clomping through the forest, virtually no interest in what surrounded them. you'd made sure to at least try and avoid stepping on any growing plants, but both of your colleagues took no issue with hacking away at stray vines, and batting past hanging leaves.

• and that's how you got into this mess. roughly bent over into the lush green earth below you; comms turned off due to the sheer graphic noises of struggle, raw fucking and being double-teamed by two of the biggest marines in the recom group.

• in ja's enthusiasm to reach the lookout tower first, he'd not even realised that he crushed the lightly yellowed, luminescent flower in the dense grass below him. the pollen soon escaped in short puffs, filling the air around you

• you and mansk had been not too far behind him, and soon enough all the three of you could think about was breeding. them filling you up deep, and full; thick gushes of creamy seed overfilling your pussy. all as your fertile cunt milked them dry

• that's you ended up being brutally, primally fucked by both of the soldiers; your face was smushed down into the grass, eyes clamped shut but fangs bared and the most lewd, graphic whines and moans erupting from your throat

• mansk had since forced the full-length of his thick, veiny blue cock deep inside your pussy; the way you clenched and dripped had him groaning out into the open air, with ja's lusty sounds not far behind

• he'd decided to lift your face from the ground, giving you a few moments of reprieve before filling your mouth with his throbbing length. ja's cock was certainly longer than mansk's, and in spite of your efforts to take him fully, you couldn't stop your hard gags and moans around him, drool leaking out as you slurped on his pulsating hardness.

• mansk had only been spurred on by such erotic noises, and began to rut hard and fast into your squelching opening; he stretched you out more than ja, but not by much. both of them were so tall, and so big, the only real difference from ja was mansk's bulbous, mushroomed cock-tip that seemingly couldn't miss your g-spot even if it tried.

• mansk's groans were becoming increasingly guttural as his hips pumped deep thrusts into you; soon timing themselves up with ja's bucks into your warm, wet mouth. your eyes were doing their best to stay open in spite of the rough, feral onslaught of ja's weighty cock resting on your tongue, but it was virtually impossible

• ja began to go hilt-deep, taking both hands and cupping your smaller head so as to gain a deeper angle; your gags had become a primal, lewd sort of noise--the mix of saliva and ja's precum dribbled out of your mouth onto the grass below you in long, milky strings as you lost yourself in the eroticised delirium.

• mansk could only watch as his colleague took you for all your worth; likewise how much you seemed to enjoy being taken so roughly. he knew you especially liked when ja'd bottom-out, because he could feel the tell-tale clench of your slickened, throbbing pussy constrict around his fatter cock--

• "..fuckin' enjoyin' this, aren't you?..j-ja-unngh-she takes me so good..fffuck-unnnhgh-and those dirty fuckin' noises..you like slobberin' on ja's cock, babygirl?..fuckin nasty.." he'd grit out, in between some especially curt, rough thrusts to your aching pussy

• and with his pulsing cock inside your warm mouth, ja'd soon become too aroused to even speak. after some especially graphic slurs and groans, he'd take himself out of your mouth; wrapping a hand around his now sticky length, he'd give you a few seconds of breath as he watched your expression.

• you'd given up trying to maintain any sense of self-respect or composure long ago, but only now could ja really take in the emotionality of it all--your loud, wanton squeals from mansk's rhythmic pumping into your hot cunt; your spitty, slobbery mouth hanging agape from ja's rough use; your face reddened in both pollen-stained lust and overexertion - it looked hot, and it made him want to spill his sticky, warm seed all over your face as you whined in pleasure.

• "..hah, fuck..you take it nasty, all fuckin' sloppy and wet..fuckin' gross sweetie..goddamn lucky she's got such gentlemen to indulge her fantasies--isn't that right mansk?" ja'd almost sneer out, as he lay some weighty cock-slaps to your fucked-out face

• his cock, so heavy with his creamy seed only made the sound all the more lewd; some wet 'pap pap pap's almost ricocheted off your flushed cheeks, reaching mansk's needy ears. ja'd only continue at the graphic sound, cupping his tightened sack between his fingers as he alternated between weighty slaps and smearing his pulsing balls all over your wet lips and warm tongue

• mansk could only groan in response, now too entranced with the way your cunt stretched and clenched around his girthy dick; he could feel the ropes of milky cum about to spurt from his cockhead, his thrusts staggering and legs quaking

• "...g-god...f-fffuck she's gonna take it ja..s-she's g'na-ungh--hunhgg--aagh..ffuck take it..f-fuck, fuck..agh..fuckin' christ.." was all he could muster as he unloaded heavy reams of his warm, fertile semen into your throbbing pussy

• your eyes were closed from the sheer pleasure of his movements, feeling the slaps and spanks of ja's wet cock across your face as you let them use you for all you had; that was until you opened your eyes--looking up, still being roughly plowed by the sheer girth of mansk's cock, you took in ja's expression

• he seemed a little..uneasy. his hand had since stalled in its movements, eyes widened in a lewd-glazed shock, ears flicked up; it was only after hearing the tell-tale drawl of your boss, paired with the wry laughs and scoffs in amused surprise from his colleague that it clicked

• "..well, well, well..look what we have here..should'a known you'd get distracted boys..but sweetheart..*tssk*..i expect better from you."--in spite of his stern tone, quaritch sported a dark smirk as he made his way over. slinging his gun around his back, he took no time in turning off his comm, batting mansk's now exhausted form to the side as he unsheathed his long, thick length out from his cargo pants

• "..you're a good girl, pretty..what'cha doin' with these nasty boys, huh?..tryn'a teach you about sex, is that right?..should be more careful darlin', silly boys like these'll stain you up..you're too pretty to go to waste, sweetheart"

• he'd tut out playfully, as in spite of the shame you felt at being caught out, your pollen-infused state only expressed more need in the form of some desperate gyrates into quaritch's cock..after he let out another wry chuckle at your movements, something told you this would be a long day.

fwooh! hot<3

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mcflymemes · 5 months

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PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION * assorted dialogue from season 3 of the show, adjust as necessary

everybody knew it, and nobody came forward.

you were in the car?

why didn't you just tell the police?

so let me get this straight. you decide to become one of them.

revenge is best served cold.

i get one phone call, right?

one must lie in the bed one has made.

you all right? don't let him get to you like that.

i was scared. and i still am. don't tell anyone, okay?

this wasn't just a murder.

don't touch me.

is this some kind of convention?

i guess i realized it's nice to see eye to eye with someone.

i get the impression that's a little tough for you.

i think we look for the differences in each other to prove that we're not alone.

you know, i hate it when he does that.

you know i could do this for you.

that had to be scary, huh?

i didn't have time to be scared.

deep down we're all narcissists.

what attracts us the most is ourselves.

is that who i think it is?

i guess clothes do make the man.

the only thing between me and a wardrobe like this is a few extra zeros on my paycheck.

this... this one just felt different.

it's not fake blood. it's human.

you killed her.

you missed me by a mile.

tell me something i don't know.

in fourth grade, i dropped out of karate class because a kid half my size made me cry.

don't insult me. luck is for those without skill.

we're gonna have to dismantle this piece by piece.

i think i can handle this.

we're up in a tree, and you're quoting poe.

you are what you throw away.

heard you got to be a superhero today.

you're my hero, [name].

i like those odds.

that's for you to find out.

if you handle them correctly, snakes are harmless.

have you ever seen anything like this before?

you don't just spontaneously develop a fatal head wound.

can you prove that?

i'm so tired of hearing that. i've heard it a million times.

you gotta get a girlfriend.

i thought we had a relationship!

i have no idea what you're talking about.

the best intentions are fraught with disappointment.

i can take care of this myself.

i'm just repeating what i've heard.

you're a good listener.

you already seem to know the answers to your questions.

i'm losing my balance.

there's a sucker born every minute.

you know, guys don't like that.

what happened to your enthusiasm?

what do you think caused these marks?

i wasn't being rude. i was being curt.

i like silent movies.

you sure you don't want me to do this?

it's physically impossible to absorb a fatal dose of cocaine through the penis.

we have a bigger problem than we thought we did.

i'm not looking at you.

the schedule says you're off tonight.

would you like to have dinner with me?

let's have dinner. let's see what happens.

by the time you figure it out, it really could be too late.

i wish you had come to me sooner.

i'm not going with you.

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janners · 1 year

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Sun and Moon

Pairings : Ao’nung (17) x Sully!reader (18), Sully family x reader

Warnings : enemies to lovers (somewhat), heavy angst, eventual fluff, violence, bullet-wounds, slow burn, major death, kinda proofread

word count : 10.7k

a/n : angst is so great, gotta love killing off characters.

The sun and moon signify love from opposites.

You felt numb - watching your father step down from his title as Olo’eyktan. Everything you grew up to be was now wasted due to being the oldest child of Jakesuli and Neytiri. Leaving behind the forest, your home. Witnessing Tarsem hit your father’s chest, you snap out of your trance. It was official, you were really leaving everything. A moist feeling surrounds your tired eyes. Putting on a strong face not wanting to look vulnerable in front of the clan while walking away to your Ikrans. Holding Tuk’s hand for comfort as she was crying. You look back one more time, giving a curt nod to your grandmother with a solemn look on both your faces. You assist tuk onto your mothers Ikran before mounting onto yours.

Seeing as everyone was seated on their Ikran, your father yips, taking off with everyone following behind. You glance over to the rest of your siblings seeing them all look back one last time as they depart from their only home. Neteyam meets your gaze, giving each other weak smiles before looking back into the horizon. None of you knew what your father had planned, you could only trust that it would keep you all safe and away from the tawtute. Like Neteyam, you were not fond of any connection to the Sky people unlike Lo’ak and Kiri. Everything they have done on pandora has only brought destruction.

As hours passed, everyone was exhausted. Jake had signalled everyone to a small island taking a break from flying. Landing on the sand finally being able to stretch your limbs. Your father had called everyone in for a Sully meeting. (Forgot what it was called) Looking around, everyone seemed drained from both flying and mourning over leaving. You turn to your father, out of everyone he looked the most spent. Worrying over both the war and his kids must’ve stressed him out.

“How is everyone holding up?”

He spoke in a soft tone knowing that the atmosphere was dull. All of us could only let out small groans and muffled sounds answering his question. Sighing at the sight, he knew it would be best if he spent the rest of the night resting.

“Alright, everyone get some sleep. We head out again in the morning. Sully’s stick together?”

You give a small smile to your father joining him.

“Sully’s stick together.”

Everyone else joined in, Tuk only to yell it with enthusiasm. We all looked at her with amused faces knowing at least there was one person to lift the mood no matter what. One by one, they fell asleep, that just leaves you and your father. You see him sitting by the water watching the calm water before him. Walking over, plopping down next to him, you provide him comfort. He looks over to his eldest child, thankful that the mother has blessed him with such a pure soul. He quickly pulls into a crushing hug while giving you a noogie on the top of your head.

“AH SEMPU! Stooopp you are messing up my braids.”

You failed trying to escape from his grasp. The audacity he had to laugh while messing with your head. You elbowed his stomach, his grip loosened giving you the opportunity to slip out of his arms. He had bent over clutching his stomach, which gave you the opportunity to jump on his back.

“Oh you little-”

His arms flailing trying to grab you as you now mess up his dreads. Neytiri watched from a distance releasing a small huff in delight. Content with knowing that her child was always able to lift their fathers mood. She turned back to tend to Tuk, now falling asleep with her. Finally the both of you had settled down. You thought back to where you may be going.

“Where are we heading to?”

Jake wasn’t fully sure, he had the idea of ending up at one of the reef tribes but he was still unsure.

“I was thinking we could find shelter with the Reef People”

Your ears twitch at the idea that was presented.

“But we are Forest people, what use would we be to them?”

“We can adapt, just like I did when I became one of the people”

Trusting your father’s words you give him a hum of understanding. You knew it was better to be somewhere we didn’t belong compared to constantly being chased by the RDA. You bid your father goodnight, heading to the open spot beside a peaceful Kiri. You lay on the warm sand looking up at the glimmering stars. You count them until you fall into a tranquil slumber.

Once the sun started rising, everyone was ready to take off once more. Giving your father a nod letting him know everyone was ready, you take to the air heading towards the home of the reef tribes. You look over to see Lo’ak and Neteyam bumping their Ikrans together and bickering. You roll your eyes and give them a warning yelp knowing if their father saw, they would be scolded. Lo’ak stuck his tongue out to Neteyam, him doing the same. You chuckle at the sight, glad that their spirits weren’t fully brought down. Flying farther, the water went from a dark blue to a bright aqua colour. You see an alignment of islands and Na’vi people who looked much brighter in colour compared to the rest of you.

Hearing some sort of horn being blown notifying the clan of your presence. You watch as the people swim and jog towards your figures as you land on a small clearing by the water. Hopping off you Ikran, hands up showing that you are no threat to them. Neteyam also mirrors our father’s actions. Emerging from the crowd were two boys, about Neteyams age. They scan over your bodies seeing how different your features were compared to theirs. You do the same, their arms and tails much thicker, their stripes resembling waves, their torsos with wider rib cages. Snapping out of thought you hear them making fun of Lo’aks tail and such. You refrain from hissing at him but instead give him a warning glare. Your eyes then landed on Lo’ak, he was staring at something else. You follow his gaze, a girl emerging from the water. You gave him a nudge and a teasing look, he nudged you back turning his attention back to the girl.

You see her slap the back of the boy's head who was making fun of your features earlier. You let out a small snort, turning his attention on you giving you a glare. You ignored him, turning your attention to the creatures who were now gliding over you. It seemed the one seated on the creature was the Olo’eyktan of this clan. Another emerging from the crowd, she must’ve been the Tsahik. All of us greeted them with a gesture.

Your father spoke of seeking Uturu within the Olo’eyktans home. The Tsahik walked around us, observing our bodies. Grabbing my mothers tail, now walking towards Kiri. You felt alerted, tail raising and ears folded back. She grabbed your sister's arm proceeding to yell “demon blood” causing you to step closer to Kiri. Now walking to Lo’ak raising his arm doing the same as she did to Kiri. Your father quickly stepped in saying that we can adapt in a desperate tone. Your mother follows along in a dejected voice.

You watch the clan leaders as they make eye contact with each other, making a decision to let us stay or not. Finally they accepted us, your tense shoulders now relaxed, releasing your breath not knowing you were holding it. The Olo’eyktan had also announced that his son and daughter will teach us the ways of the metkayina people much to his sons protests. You realised the boy from earlier was the chief's son. How fun this will be.

Their daughter made her way to your family wanting to show us our Mauri. She had a very bright personality compared to her brother. You can see why Lo’ak likes her. Reaching the Mauri your mother drops the mat making you all turn to her. You smile knowing it will take your mother a while to get accustomed to the change. Sitting all together, your father mentions not getting into trouble while we are here as mere guests. You turn to Lo’ak knowing he would be the one causing trouble. Suddenly Tuk starts crying stating she wanted to go home. You walk over to her.

“Tuktuk, it will be okay. This is only temporary, I promise”

You held out your “pinky” as you also have four fingers instead of three. She then held out hers and your linked pinkies making a promise. Your father had taught you guys about pinky promises. Now coming together, cheering Sully’s stick together. All standing, you and your siblings stepped out. You watch as Neteyam and Lo’ak run and jump into the water. You laugh while shaking your head at them. You walk to the edge while holding hands with Tuk. You gently set her in the water, joining right after her. Kiri slowly dipped into the water as well. All of us now emerged ourselves underwater trying to follow the metkayina kids. It was hard as they were made for the water while we were made for land and trees. You watch as Kiri strays off from the group. Since it was a reef you let her be, knowing heading towards the surface air as your brothers did that same.

Catching your breath, the others who were named Tsireya, Ao’nung, and Rotxo followed you guys up to the surface. Tsireya asked if we were okay, but Tuk replied before you could.

“You’re too fast, wait for us!”

“Just breathe, breathe”

Ao’nung now emerged from the water, he just had to say something.

“You are not good divers, maybe swimming through trees-”

Tsireya smacked his head, while he gave her an offended look. You smile in satisfaction knowing there was at least one person to keep that skxawng in check. He caught your smile giving you a glare. You returned the glare then returned to ignoring him. You wanted to ask what gestures they were doing with their hands as you were unfamiliar with that sort of communication.

“What was the finger talk you were doing under the water?”

“Since we cannot talk in water, we use hand gestures and signs to communicate with each other. We will be teaching that as well.”

You nod in content going back into the water to explore the reef a bit longer. Finally spotting Kiri surrounded by sea life. She always had a strong connection to everything around her. She even got her Ikran by the Ikran choosing her without a fight. How lucky she was, your Ikran was much more feisty compared to your brothers. The others had gestured you over to shallow waters. Reaching the shallow water Ao’nung made clicking sounds. Smaller creatures swam over, responding to his calls.

“These are Ilu. If you want to live here, you have to ride”

You were split into two groups, you and Neteyam with Ao’nung much to your distaste. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk were with Tsireya. An Ilu came in front of you nudging your arm, you giggled a bit petting the Ilu gently. You turn to Lo’ak seeing that he was first to try riding the Ilu. He made the bond, and eventually took off at a quick speed. Everyone ducked their heads in the water just to see your brother fail to stay on the Ilu. You and Tsireya suppressed your laughs, but you saw Ao’nung laughing with his gang. You could only roll your eyes at him. He turned now looking at the rest of you. He felt the need to pick on you as their first impressions of each other weren’t the best.

“Well freak, I think it is your turn to fall off an Ilu yes?”

Freak? You feel a sense of insecurity as your ears turn back. You knew you were different, especially having more fingers compared to the rest. Back at home, you received stares even though you were a child of Toruk Makto, the eldest at that. Being in a place where the differences are even more apparent didn’t settle well inside of you. You look at Ao’nung with a stern face, walking past him while intentionally bumping shoulders with him.

The Ilu from earlier swam up to you, turning its side facing you. You sense that it was the same when connecting with the Pa'li, just a bit more slippery. Mounting the Ilu, adjusting your seating position you made tsaheylu with it. Eyes dilating, you felt the Ilu’s breathing and heartbeat. Taking a small moment to get used to feeling, you command the Ilu to swim forward. You start slowly unlike your brother. Slowly increasing the speed, you adjust your position to dive down in the water with the Ilu. Once diving down, you open your eyes looking around and admiring the sea life once more. Turning around you start heading towards Ao’nung picking up your speed. He saw and started to panic, thinking that you would crash into him. Only a metre away from him you suddenly stop while resurfacing making him yelp.

“I think I ride well for a freak, fish lips”

You hear snickering behind him while you dismount the Ilu. Turns out it was his so-called “friends.” Ao’nung feeling embarrassed, he could only muster out a muffled “whatever.” You start walking towards Lo’ak who was also laughing at Ao’nung. You ruffled his braids grinning with him.

“You got him real good tsmuke”

“He deserves it after laughing at my baby brother”

The rest of the Sully kids continue practising to ride the Ilus, eventually getting the hang of it. All now gathered on top of a rock sitting in a circle practising our breathing. Tsireya had Lo’ak and Tuk, Rotxo with Kiri and Neteyam, finally leaving you with Ao’nung. Although he was a good teacher, his comments by itself made him seem ignorant. You wished you could trade places with anyone of your siblings. You glance over to Lo’ak seeing Tsireya had a hand on his stomach. She had mentioned to slow his heart rate, Neteyam and Rotxo exchanged looks while Kiri rolled her eyes. Smiling, you found yourself distracted by the scene before Ao’nung had to ruin it.

“Your breathing is horrible”

You sigh moving your head to face him. You tilt your head, giving him a deadpan face.

“I’m not exactly as skilled or well equipped compared to you”

Voicing in an obvious tone. He moved towards you, you moved back not sure what he was doing. You squint your eyes at him while he raised his hands.

“Relax freak, I’m just trying to help you with your unpleasant breathing”

Although still unsure you let him come forward. He gently placed his large hand on your stomach telling you to breathe deep from there. You take a deep breath in, he tells you to hold it for a couple seconds before letting you breathe out slowly. Still not taking his hand off your stomach, he tells you to do it once more. It was an improvement in contrast when breathing by yourself. Lo’ak and Neteyam make eye contact with questionable looks.

“I think you’ve touched my older sister more than you already should Ao’nung”

Neteyams voice had gotten your attention, you realised that his hand was still placed on you. He quickly took his hand away, averting his eyes elsewhere. Ignoring them you continue your breathing at a steady pace. Soon the lessons had come to an end letting you and your siblings time to explore the island and reefs.

While Kiri was laying in the water, you sat on the shore watching the claiming waves of the water. Your peace is now interrupted by Ao’nung and his gang.

“What is she doing?”

“Looking at the sand”

Kiri heard voices, standing up from her position asking what they had said. They asked if she was a freak and continued to bother her by grabbing her hands. You stood up immediately marching over to them. You got in front of Ao’nung and pushed him back.

“Do not call my sister a freak fish lips”

His grin only grew wider as you stepped in.

“Would you look that, another four fingered freak”

Before you could do anything else, Lo’ak and Neteyam had entered the scene. Neteyam told Ao’nung to back off, only complying with Neteyam only. You ushered them away and told your sister and brothers to leave not wanting to stay any longer. That was until they called us a bunch of freaks. Lo’ak went back, showing them a “cool trick” which ended up Ao’nung being punched straight in the face. A whole fight broke out, you and Neteyam looked at each other debating to join in. Neteyam went first pulling off a boy that was on Lo’ak. Only a second later did you join, tackling Ao’nung to the ground. You took him by surprise, you didn’t give him a second to think before you punched him as well. At your age you were quite tall, even towering a bit over Ao’nung. Your height gave you both advantages and disadvantages.

Eventually the fight had to disperse when your fathers came over to break it up. Walking back to the Mauri, Jake trailing right behind all three of you.

“What was the one thing I asked, the one thing”

“Stay out of trouble”

“Stay out of trouble!”

You take the blame for Lo’ak, only for your father to tell you not to. He told him that they were picking on Kiri. Your fathers face scrunched up before telling Lo’ak to go apologise as he was the chief’s son. Lo’ak stormed off leaving you and Neteyam. Jake had asked about how the other guys looked. You smile as Neteyam said they looked worse. Neteyam headed off first now leaving just you and your father alone.

“Sempu, you should give Lo’ak a break from your nagging”

“How else is your brother supposed to learn?”

You could only sigh, giving your father a sympathetic look.

“It is hard on him, you know. I get that you want him to stay out of trouble but arguing with him won’t help. You have to really talk to him like we are doing right now.”

He huffs air out knowing that you’re right. But he can’t help but see himself in Lo’ak as they were basically identical. He ruffles your hair giving you a smile wondering how he got a child like you. You now walk towards your mother assisting her and Kiri with wrapping food in leaves. You take in Kiri’s mood, seeing how she is wrapping and placing the food in frustration. Neytiri also noticing asked her what was wrong only getting “nothing” in return. She talked about why she had to be so different - wanting to be like everyone else. You understood her deeply, because everyone always stares due to our odd features. Whispering to each other about it as if we didn’t hear them. You hold Kiri’s hand giving it a small squeeze reassuring her that you were here for her.

Walking along the shore line, watching the sky slowly becoming a burnt orange colour. From a distance you see Ao’nung walking your way, you quickly spin around on your heels to walk away. Ao’nung noticed you and started shouting forest girl and telling you to slow down. That only made you walk faster, still annoyed about the fight earlier. He started jogging to catch up to you, finally making it beside you.

“You’re fast on land and yet not in water”

Sighing you look down at him.

“Do you need something or have you come to bother me more?”

He was still surprised with how tall you are even though you are only a year older. He had to cran his neck a bit just to meet your eyes.

“The second option, I just had some questions about you… forest people”

You knew that if you were to ignore him, he probably wouldn’t stop pestering you. Exhaling out of your nose, you raise your hand giving a small go ahead motion. You suddenly grab your tail, you turn and slap his hand away.

“Do all forest na’vi have these flimsy limbs?”

You stare at him like he was- no is an idiot. Taking note of your expression he took that as a yes. Still keeping a stupid grin on his face he continued on to his next question, a question that ticked you off.

“Did your clan think you were a freak too, you know because of your face and hands?”

Fists forming, knuckles turning bright, you punch him right in the chest. Knocking the air out of him, bending over to catch his breath.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you? Do you always spend your time being rude to those who are just the tiniest bit different from you? Along with your so-called friends. Are-are you just putting up this act to impress them or something? I have been patient with you but you really testing me now.”

Finally standing up straight, he now felt angry too. Thinking How dare you punch me? So he decided to push you to the ground.

“You do not get to punch me. I am the future Olo’eyktan and you have to respect me. Plus I am sure your father would love to hear about you punching the chief's son, again.”

You have had enough, you stood up fast running towards him and crashing into his body making you both fall. Straddling his waist, you pull your arm back punching in the face this time.

“You know, to think you would act a bit different after my brother apologised to you?!”

You punch him again on the opposite side of his face, creating another bruise to add to his collection.

“Apologised? That half ass apology meant nothing! We left him outside the reef you bitch!”

Before you could punch him again, you paused hearing him blurt out that last sentence. You stare him in the eye giving him a deadly look.

“You. Did. What?”

You got off of him, pulling him up with you by his ear and kuru. You drag him all the way to your Mauri ignoring his cry of pain. You find your father sitting beside Kiri. He turned to see what the commotion was about. He saw you dragging Ao’nung in front of him, both looking beaten up. You throw Ao’nung to the side.

“Tell him what you told me!”

Venom laced your words. Your tail flicked around in agitation as he explained to your father what he had done. Both your father and Kiri’s eyes widen, quickly getting up from their position to alert the chief. You give Ao’nung one last look of hatred before following after your father and Kiri.

You let them go ahead wanting to alarm your mother and Neteyam about Lo’aks disappearance. All of you now heading towards the docks, you hear the blowing sound. You ran faster worried for your brother being hurt or worse. There was a crowd, pushing past you see Lo’ak and your father. You run up to Lo’ak, checking all over his body for any injuries, thankfully only small scratches were visible.

Lo’ak was now looking in a different direction, you turn to see Ao’nung. Your ears turned down seeing his face again. Lo’ak lunged forward, but you caught him before he could reach him. Tonowari made Ao’nung kneel down to take the blame. Lo’ak had caught you off guard when he took the blame. You stare at him in disbelief not understanding why he took the blame especially when Ao’nung deserved it. The family walking away a small distance from the clan, your father started scolding him. Lo’ak had stormed away after hearing what his father had to say and calling him sir. Before you could go after Lo’ak, you turn to your father.

“I told you to talk to him. That is not talking, that is scolding your son, my brother.”

Shaking your head in disappointment, you run after Lo’ak. Once you caught up you walk beside him throwing an arm around his shoulder. Before you could even speak you saw the one person you didn’t want to see right now. He asked Lo’ak on why he took the blame, he responded with how he knew how it felt to be a big disappointment. A saddening feeling washes over you. You could only look over to Ao’nung with a bitter face. Lo’ak touched your arm signalling that it was okay.

In the morning, we had all gathered onto a rock listening to Lo’aks encounter with a tulkun. A lone tulkun at that. Tulkun are not alone as they travel in pods. He explained how the Tulkun had a missing fin.

“Payakan, it’s payakan”

Tsireya’s tone sounded concerned. You didn’t understand what was so bad about the situation. They unravelled the story about payakan the killer tulkun. You worry grew as you face Lo’ak, only he denied the fact that he was bad. It seemed as though no one was listening to his words, but you knew that Lo’ak wouldn’t lie about something like this. But as no one else believed him, he stormed off.

“Lo’ak!”

He didn’t listen, you could only sigh as you let him go. The rest of you had dispersed, Tsireya and Rotxo took your siblings to their sacred tree. You wanted to stay back to practice throwing a spear. Only using a bow and arrow back in the forest, getting accustomed to a spear was hellish. You kept missing the target you made in the sand. Having such a lean figure, you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to throw a spear properly. You groan in frustration, tail whipping around.

A short distance away, a figure was observing your struggles. Ao’nung had felt bad for the other day. He took this as an opportunity to call a truce between the two of you. He formed friendships with each of the Sully’s except you.

In the corner of your eyes you see Ao’nung approaching you. Not wanting to deal with him you throw the spear into the sand preparing to leave. That was until he called out to you.

“Forest girl! Where are you going?”

Your face scrunching up with annoyance, you turn to face him.

“Anywhere that is away from you. Why? Are you here to make fun of my appearances again?”

Guilt filled his face. He deeply regretted what he had done but was also still a bit mad at the fact that you punched multiple times. Though he did deserve it, he would never admit that.

“Calm down, I have only come over to help you with your spear skills. It was an interesting sight seeing you struggle with the spear.”

“I do not need your help, you can leave now.”

His head hung down, shaking in doubt. You needed the help and watching as you continually failed made him cringe but also amused.

“You know I am a good teacher, but you won’t be able to enhance your skills on your own. You need a skilled warrior to help your incompetent ass.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head. As much as you despise him, you knew he was a good teacher. You held in your distaste for him you muffled something under your breath.

“Hm? What was that? I definitely couldn’t hear the first time”

Averting his gaze as he teased you, you murmured once more a tiny bit more clear.

“I said you can help me or whatever”

You only made eye contact for a second, you saw that he had a taunting look.

“Mmm not quite sure I heard a please in that sentence”

You huff in annoyance finally talking in a clear tone.

“Can you help me… please?”

He was finally satisfied with your answer. He started with what you were doing wrong. Pointing out how you should be positioned when ready to throw the spear. He demonstrated by aiming at the poorly made target. He got into a proper stance, reeling his arm back to throw the spear. You saw how much power came from his throw, watching as the spear hit the target right in the middle. Your eyes glimmered in amazement. He surveyed your reaction, smiling to himself knowing he made an impression.

“Now it is your turn”

You grab the spear from the sand, stepping away a fair distance. You tried copying the stance Ao’nung had when preparing to throw the spear. In Ao’nungs eyes, you looked a bit awkward when getting into position. Coming in front of you, he gave you a look of confirmation seeing if it was okay to fix your stance. You nod faintly. He started with your arms, grabbing them and moving them into the proper spots. Next was your legs, you kicked them to be farther apart giving you a more solid base. Finally your torso, he gently placed his large hands on your stomach and back.

“You want to have a tight core and a straight back. Breathe in and aim right before you throw your spear.”

You had a small fluttering feeling in your gut being in close proximity to Ao’nung. He nods at you to attempt after giving you tips. You felt nervous not wanting to mess up. You took in a deep breath and followed through Ao’nungs words. Widening your stance, reeling your arm back, you take in a deep breath while strengthening your core and back. You threw with all the power you had as you breathed out. The spear landed on the target, not exactly in the middle but in the target. You shocked yourself seeing how much improvement there was.

“DID YOU SEE THAT? I GOT IT IN THE TARGET”

Lost in the moment you grab his shoulder shaking him in excitement. He could only admire your excited face, it being the first time seeing you genuinely happy. Snapping out of it, you stop as heat rises to your cheeks. You felt embarrassed for grabbing Ao’nung like that, you let go of him giving a small apology.

“Told you I was a good teacher, or should I say outstanding”

“Outstanding is definitely not the word to describe it. Adequate sounds more fitting”

“Hey without me you would still be missing the target. I bet I could shoot an arrow perfectly the first attempt.”

He instantly regretted saying that he could shoot an arrow. An idea popped in your head, giving him a smug smile.

“If you are so confident, let’s see you shoot fish lips”

You told him to wait before he could retaliate. You enter your Mauri grabbing your bow and a couple arrows missing the questioning look from your mother. Now reaching Ao’nung, you toss him your bow and tilt your head towards one of the small trees. It was now his turn to be nervous.

“Since you apparently think you know how to shoot an arrow, you can learn yourself without my help correct?”

“Pft of course I can, you dare doubt my abilities?”

You could only shrug. He had no clue what he was doing. He thought It couldn’t be too different from spear throwing… right? You watch as he takes on a rather strange stance. He pulled the arrow back, his fingers then released the arrow which missed the tree by a lot. Laughter spilt from your lips from trying to suppress it. His ears now folded down in embarrassment.

“Now what was that about doubting your abilities?”

“Ha ha, I think it is a good time to return the favour. I want to learn.”

You felt ecstatic that you could share your ways. You walk over to him, you explain how his stance should be.

“It is a little similar to the throwing stance. Your legs are about shoulder-width apart, not as far apart like the throwing stance.”

You move to the other side making adjustments to his arms. To be able to do this, you needed to be very close to him. His breath hitched as he felt heat radiating from your body.

“The arm holding the bow, you want it to be all the way out with your elbow bent just a bit. Now with the arm pulling the arrow back, you want it to be right by your cheek with your elbow facing toward the sky at a certain degree.”

You gently guide his arms into position.

“You are almost ready. Lastly, just like you told me, you want a strong core and back before aiming at your target. Do not forget to breathe.”

You step away scanning his modified stance. Placing your arms on your hips huffing in content. You slightly bend, waving your arm towards the target telling him to now shoot. He took in breath, exhaling as he let go of the arrow. The arrow finally hit the tree, you turn to him to tell him that it was excellent. You see him running towards you, picking you up and spinning.

“I DID IT. That was amazing!”

He placed you on the ground, a smile gracing his face. The smile quickly faded, changing back to a smug look. He spat out an insult to cover his facade slippage.

“You are not bad for a freak”

Your eyebrows furrow in bewilderment. Just a second ago you both were happy and cheering in excitement just for him to go and ruin it once more. You push him away from you, anger filling your system.

“You are insufferable! We were finally sharing a good moment just for you to go and insult me, calling me a freak”

Freak leaving your mouth in a constricted whisper. You snatch the bow out of his hands, and collect the arrows before leaving for your Mauri. Ao’nung tried reaching out to stop you.

“Y/n wait, I didn't mean it. It just slipped out”

You smack his arm away, now seething in resentment.

“No, it still came out of your mouth. That means you thought about it before you spat it out to me”

Not letting him talk any further, you turn to walk away. Tears flood your eyes as you enter the Mauri. Neytiri was practising some healing rituals as Ronal started to teach her. Her ears perked up to the sound of stomping entering. She turned her head, seeing you throw your bow onto the floor with tears now falling down your cheeks.

“Y/n? What happened? Who did this to you?”

Her protectiveness flooded her system wanting to know who made their child shed tears. It was only a minute ago that you came in with a good attitude. Only returning with tears and frustration cover your face.

“Sa’nok a-am I a freak?”

Sorrow took over watching her child cry thinking that they were a freak. She knew that being both Omatikayan and having different features from Na’vi would present some difficulties. But she did not know it would take as far as making her children cry. Feeling as if she failed a part of being a mother.

“You are not a freak maite. You are one of us, one of the people no matter where you are”

She brought you into a tight embrace trying her best to comfort you.

“Then why am I treated so differently? I am constantly getting stared at both here and in the forest especially since I am the eldest. I am called a freak by so many other Na’vi even though there is barely any difference. Kiri experiences the same but not as bad because of her close connection with Eywa. Lo’ak too but he could care less half the time. I feel so weak.”

Your voice was hoarse, eyelids raw from rubbing away the tears.

“You are not weak. You have the blood of Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto running through you. You are an excellent warrior, and you take care of your brothers and sisters very well. You are one of the strongest people I know, saying that you are weak is a complete lie. The only reason you are treated differently is because you are better than them. You do not let them bring your spirit down even in the worst times. You are strong, seykxel.”

Eyes moistening once more bringing your mother closer sharing a meaningful moment. Just as things got better, something unimaginable had happened. There was a commotion outside, Neteyam entering with a frantic look on his face.

“Kiri, it’s Kiri. She had a seizure!”

You and your mother got up as quickly as you could. Running to where she was located. You gasped, eyes scanning over her unconscious state. You should’ve gone. You should’ve been there when it happened. You could’ve prevented it. Neytiri snapped you out of your hazy state.

“Quickly! Bring her into the Mauri!”

Everyone rushed to carry her. Laying her down gently on the floor, she was breathing but not waking up. Anxiety passed through your body, tears filling your eyes once more seeing your baby sister in a sort of comatose. Hours pass waiting for Norm and Max to arrive to help. She was still unconscious, the anxiety never leaving your body. Norm and Max finally make it in the aircraft. You and your father rush to help grab the equipment and bring them over to Kiri.

Seeing wires being attached on her body made you feel numb. You and the others had to wait outside while waiting to get any results of Kiri’s state. Ronal had finally come. Neytiri yelled out to the men “helping” Kiri. Ronal started the healing rituals on Kiri. All you can do now is wait.

At some point of the ritual you came in sitting by Kiri’s side hoping she would wake soon. More time passed, Ronal took a final breath before Kiri started to stir.

“Kiri?”

Finally opening her eyes, you cry in relief she’s okay. You embrace her arm, both sharing tears. Your mother caresses her face with Tuk beside her. The rest of the night was spent making sure Kiri was okay. Everyone had eventually fallen asleep, but you were still wide awake. You exit quietly not wanting to wake your family. You walk towards a clear sandy area, taking a seat right in front of the water. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes then exhaling through your nose. So many events occurred today keeping you wide awake.

You look past the horizon, waves crashing and water coming up lightly touching your feet. Lifting your knees up you rest your arms and head with your eyes closed. Listening to the wind and water.

Ao’nung had trouble sleeping as well. He thought a small walk would help tire him out. Walking along the shore, he spots you not too far away from him. He thought back to his idiotic words being said. He wanted to make amends but he and his big mouth had to ruin it. Seeing this as one more opportunity to make things right, he started walking towards you.

Your ears twitch to the sound of footsteps in the sand. You raise your head to see who it was. Oh, Aonung. Your jaw clenched not wanting anymore horrible events to happen. You were going to ignore him no matter what. Or so you thought. He reached your crouched frame, joining you by sitting beside you.

“I do not mean any harm by coming here”

Your ears and tail gave away your irritated emotions, showing him that you doubt his words.

“I wanted to apologise for everything I've done to you. Especially calling you certain names. And punching you.”

You still didn’t give him any attention. He only sighed knowing he deserved every minute of your silence.

“You know, you were right about me. How I was acting when my friends or well ex-friends were around. I stopped talking to them, only now did I realise how bad of an influence they were apart from Rotxo. I thought I was living up to the future Olo’eyktan name thinking I was protecting the people from outsiders. In reality, I should have been doing the opposite. Just like my father, I should’ve just greeted you without having to insult you and your sister and brother. You don’t have to forgive me but I’m hoping that we could form a truce?”

Your body is fully facing him, you see that he was sincere. You swear that you would ignore him but you couldn’t.

“I forgive you… under one condition.”

He did not know that this would be your condition. You had called your Ikran to the beach telling him that he will join you on one flight. When you told him his face dropped immediately. You had to hold in your chuckle because of how scared he looked.

“Tam tam txampay”

His eyes widened at the name but understood why. Your Ikran had beautiful blue colours with white and light blue accents just like the sea. You put your hand under your Ikrans head, your other hand grabbing Ao'nungs. You slowly bring his hand to gently pet your Ikran.

“Ikrans only bond with one for life”

Your voice is quiet. You then lead him to the side, mounting your Ikran first. You pat the spot behind you, but Ao’nung was hesitant.

“You do not have to join me. I only offered to see how you would react.”

“No it is okay, I will ride with you”

You extend your arm out for him to grab. You pull him up to sit behind you, just before you take off you warn him to hang on tight. Commanding to fly straight up, the sudden jolt made Ao’nung wrap his arms around your waist hanging on for dear life. He looks at you as if you are a maniac due to your laughing. Reaching a good height, you level out.

“You can open your eyes now you prrnen”

He lifts his head from your back, eyes gleaming down at the extraordinary view of the islands and sea. The glow from the water looked surreal when above it, the lights on the island looked like small stars from afar. The sky was lit up by the multitude of moons and stars littering space. You turn your head seeing his amazed reaction, you couldn’t help but just stare. Specks of light illuminating his face, his blue eyes twinkling, a relaxed face with a settled smile. It felt nice seeing Ao’nung truly be himself instead of putting up a facade.

You turn away looking back at the horizon while flying around the islands. Ao’nung then faced you. He too couldn’t help but study your features. Specks of light on your face scattered in unique patterns. Your stripes were more prominent, your eyes doe like and yellow with a splash of green. Your eyebrows suit you, making it easier to understand your emotions especially when they furrow together. He tightened his grip around your waist as he laid the side of his face on your back admiring the view all around him.

Feeling his face on your back brought back the fluttering feeling. Your ears felt as if they were heating up and your cheeks doing the same. You slightly tilt your head, peeking from the corner of your eye. You saw Ao’nungs calm face, his eyes drooping ever so little. You give your Ikran a quiet yip, slowly descending back to the sand. Gently landing, you jump off first, then helping Ao’nung off. He looked as if he could pass out now compared to before.

“How was your first Ikran experience?”

You softly ask hoping his answer was positive.

“It was… breathtaking. I knew the reef was beautiful but the view from above made it look unbelievable. Thank you, really.”

You chuckle faintly.

“I'm glad you liked it. Seeing as you are on the brink of sleeping on the sand, I think it is best we head to our Mauri’s”

He could only give you a curt nod from feeling sleepy.

“Goodnight, forest girl”

“Goodnight, ocean boy”

You woke up to loud noises from outside of the Mauri. You and your family step out to see a bunch of Tulkuns entering the reef. Tsireya rode by on her Ilu shouting that their brothers and sisters had returned. Your brothers went ahead first, then your sisters went with Rotxo. You jump into the water as well, calling an Ilu. Climbing onto the Ilu, Ao’nung glided over to you.

“Come I want to meet my spirit brother”

You give him a quick smile while following after him. It felt special that Ao’nung wanted you to meet his spirit brother. Watching the others jump out of the water and interacting with their spirit sister and brothers brought a blooming joy in your chest. Ao’nung came to a stop, you stopped right behind him. He dived down into the water greeting his brother who swam up to him. Ao’nung signalled you to come down with him. You complied, diving down you saw his brother with beautiful marking on his body.

Ao’nung started communicating with his brother. You could only make out a few things like I made a new friend. They. pretty. Even if you didn’t fully understand you felt heat rushing to your cheeks once more. Ao’nung then looked flustered, you could not understand his brother so whatever he said definitely got to him. You smile at the sight, seeing Ao’nung in a new light was refreshing.

With Ao’nung he had told his brother that he had made a new friend. He signed. They are quite pretty, no? Not noticing the purple hue appearing on his cheeks. His brother could only put on an amused look. You like her don’t you? He was now flustered. He quickly signed. No way! What that’s, that’s crazy. His brother rolled his eyes watching Ao’nung overreacting. You swam over to him tapping his shoulder grabbing his attention, you pointed up to the surface needing a breath of air. He nods, telling his brother he’ll be right back. You both emerged from the water catching a breath of air. You turn to him with a questionable look.

“What were you and your brother talking about?”

The purple hue on his cheeks darken, averting his gaze to the sky.

“It was nothing important”

You knew he was lying but didn’t pry any further. Hours passed, the celebration had died down. You and Ao’nung stuck around each other a lot longer than you expected. Both walking side by side, arms brushing against each other. It was a comfortable silence while walking along the water. Feeling a drop of water land on your head, you look up as the rain starts to fall. You and Ao’nung went to take cover under the tree leaves. Settling on the sand, you watch as the rain gently hits the ocean water. Ao’nung turned to you wanting to ask a question that has been on his mind.

“What is the forest like?”

Stunned for a second. You were surprised that he wanted to know about the forest, your home.

“The forest was enchanting yet dangerous. Trees tall with a variety of plants and animals surrounding it. It is gorgeous during daylight but once it turns dark, everything glows. It is hard to explain how it feels when being there, you just have to experience it first hand. A bit like your Ilu, we have Pa’li that we ride on the ground. Then there are palulukans that roam the forest. Very dangerous if you meet one, but my mother was able to ride one, palulukan makto.”

It was like Ao’nung could listen to you go on and on about whatever you are talking about, as long as he got to hear your voice. He was daydreaming as you were talking slowly, seeing as he wasn’t fully paying attention.

“Oare? Are you alive?”

Teasing him, he blinked coming out of his dreaming. Oare? You had given him a nickname without even realising. His tail slapped against the sand not being able to control his feelings. He gave you a teasing smile after hearing the name you’ve given him.

“That is a new name. Are you going to keep calling me that?”

Cheeks feeling hot, you didn’t mean for that to slip out. Lately the boy has been making you feel things you shouldn’t feel, towards him of all people. Avoiding his gaze you speak in a delicate tone.

“Only if you want me to”

“I do… Can I call you something as well?”

“What?”

“Tsawke”

Sun? You give him a questionable look not understanding why he would give the nickname sun.

“What does the sun have to do with me?”

He pretended to think by bringing his hand to his chin. Pursing his lips and opening his mouth.

“Your eyes are like the sun's colour, your blue skin is like the surrounding sky. The sun is also very bright, and brings life amongst many things. I think Tsawke suits you. Why call me moon?”

“Well, the moon changes along with everything around it. First it was when you were with those “friends” but then you changed along the way. You also shine bright during the night. The other night, flying with my Ikran, that’s where I really saw you glow. You were the moon while your specks were like the stars surrounding you. Your stripes like the tides with the moonlight shining over it.”

You shyly smile at him before looking back to the water. You move a bit closer to him feeling the warmth of his skin. Hesitantly, you lay your head on his shoulder. He felt tense at the sudden contact, then relaxed. He wrapped his tail around your waist pulling you closer, resting his head on top of yours. Both watching as the rain slowly clears with rays of sun shining through the dark clouds.

From a distance away, you see Lo’ak riding away with an Ilu. The others followed after him discreetly. You alert Ao’nung, both heading off after them all. Mounting your Ilus, you follow after them. Catching up to them, you see them slowing down moving into the plants to hide themselves. You join, not really sure what they were doing. You follow their gaze, Lo’ak? Payakan? You all watch as he enters his mouth. He bonded with him.

Lo’ak had gotten in trouble once more, leaving you to deal with your Father’s annoyed mood.

“I have told you to talk to him and you keep disregarding my words, why?”

Seeing Lo’ak getting an earful again made you exasperated with your father.

“If you gave him the chance to explain then maybe you can understand where he is coming from and have a reason why he does what he does.”

Jake had taken a deep breath feeling tired.

“Ma’eveng, I do not think it will make a difference if I talk to him.”

You shake your head in disappointment, storming off to the beach. You call an Ilu, getting on you swim towards a rock a distance away from the island. Climbing on to the rock as the Ilu swims away. Finally letting out the sigh of frustration you’ve been holding. You pick small pebbles off the rock, tossing them further and further into the water. You were so focused on throwing the rocks, and Ao’nung who was behind you thought that it would be a great idea to scare you.

He creeps up slowly, pouncing on your back. You were scared shitless, you turned without hesitation with a pebble in your hand whipping it at the perpetrator.

“OW, why did you do that?!”

It appeared that you hit Ao’nung. You held back a laugh seeing as he deserved it for scaring you.

“That was your fault for scaring me like that”

“You didn’t have to throw it that hard”

Sulking as he rubbed his forehead.

“You are acting like a prrnen”

Finally letting out a chuckle. You move aside leaving space for him to sit with you. Your mood had been lifted with Ao’nung’s presence being with you. He throws an arm over your shoulder curious about your actions.

“Why were you throwing rocks?”

Leaning into his body, blowing air out of your nose.

“Things have just been stressful lately that is all”

He thought of an idea that would perk you up. He stood lending you a hand to stand as well. You give him a confused look. He told you to follow him while calling the Ilu’s. Mounting them you guys head off to wherever he was leading you. You kept asking what it was he was planning but he ignored you and gave you a smile.

Making it to the destination you look around in amazement. There was an arch of rocks and plants, in the middle a large plant.

“You weren’t able to see this when Tsireya took the others to come see it. This is our sacred place, our spirit tree.”

Coming at the right time of day, an eclipse had taken over the sky. You watch as everything starts to glow, including the tree under water. The colour was so vibrant and bright you couldn’t take your eyes off it. Diving down, slowly making your way to the tree. Floating, you grab your kuru giving Ao’nung a small glance before attaching it to the tree. Feeling the connection and transfer, light is all you see for a second before letting your eyes adjust. Once the light faded, you saw you were back home, the forest.

You run through the plants, jumping and climbing on top of trees. It felt like everything never changed. You thought about how Ao’nung would struggle keeping up with you and it made you chuckle. You didn’t want to leave but you had to eventually. DIsconnecting your queue, a small smile frames your face. You see that Ao’nung was waiting for you at the surface. Swimming back up, you realise most times spent with Ao’nung was during the eclipse.

The sun and moon only come together during the days of the eclipse despite their differences

Shouting, anger, sorrow. The day Ronal’s spirit sister and her calf was found floating on the surface unmoving. You could not fathom how much disgust was spilling out of your system. You knew the RDA was cruel but to kill a Tulkun, a sister, made you physically sick. The clan yelling in wrath, you could only hold Ao’nung’s arm for comfort. You had finally thought you were safe but dreams are only dreams.

Your father tells them to warn the Tulkun to go away. They will destroy everything you love. The tracker being a mark of death. You watch as Lo’ak sneaks away to the Ilus. You notify Ao’nung and the rest. As the clan disperse to warn the Tulkun, the rest of you go to stop Lo’ak.

It didn’t work, now following after your brother. You all reach the three brother rocks. You see the tracker on payakans side. Everyone rushed to help Lo’ak, getting on top of him and pulling hard to detach the tracker. Spotting the large uran heading towards all of you only urged you all to pull harder. You cry out one last time before finally getting the tracker out.

“GO. I’ll take this and lead them away.”

Ao’nung refused not wanting to separate with you. You pushed him away promising him you’ll reunite soon enough. Groaning in frustration he gave you a chaste kiss on your head before joining the others. You jump onto your Ilu carrying the tracker away from payakan and the rest. Unfortunately the sawtute akawng released their machines upon you all. Desperately trying to avoid the machines by weaving through the coral and plants. Being chased, a shadow overcame you, being pulled out of the water from an Ikran. You hiss, thrashing to get out of its tight grasp.

You were thrown harshly onto the cold surface of the uran. You quickly stood up just to be slammed down again. You were being dragged to the railing while struggling to escape their grip. Your ears folded seeing your siblings being dragged as well. With all your strength, you turn, gripping the uniltìrantokx, flipping them over. You unsheath your blade running towards the others. You were able to kill one of the recoms before they attacked you, getting captured again.

Restraints snapped onto your wrists then attached to the railings. Giving out one more strained hiss before turning to check on your siblings and Tsireya.

Quaritch was holding you at gunpoint while speaking to your father. The gun shot off grazing your arm showing Jake that this was no joke. Your ears were ringing, you were terrified but stayed strong not wanting to seem vulnerable. Your father slowly approached before payakan burst through the water landing on the uran. War was set in motion, you and Lo’ak kick one of the machines to be crushed under payakans fins. Payakan then slipped off leaving you guys still restrained.

The uran abruptly ran forward heading to the rocks. As it hit the rocks you all went flying, the restraints being the only things keeping you down. As it lands, Neteyam boarded, running towards the lot of you. One by one he cuts the restraints, freeing all of you now ready to escape to safety. Lo’ak yelled that we needed to go back to retrieve the spider. You weren’t very fond of spider as he was a tawtute, but you know the bond he shares with your younger siblings. You tell Neteyam to join Tuk and Tsireya while you go with Lo’ak to get spider.

Climbing the beams, you spot Spider surrounded by other tawtute. Waiting for them to walk right below you, you drop down, throwing one overboard and stabbing another. Lo’ak took care of the others before one grabbed their gun pointing it to you. A shot fired, burrowing into the skin of your arm. You bit down on your lower lip suppressing a scream of pain. Lo’ak shot the man, turning to you immediately, worrying face taking over.

You wave him off saying that you’re okay. Your body was running off adrenaline from the gunshot wound. Grabbing Spider by the shoulder, you usher them off to the moon pools. It appeared that other uniltìrantokx had caught up, opening fire at the three of you. You all jump for cover behind the metal. Snatching the gun from Lo’aks grasp, you tell them to run and jump into the water once you start shooting. Lo’ak didn’t want to leave you because of your injury but you shook him off telling him to go now. You turn, raising the gun firing back at the recom. As Lo’ak and Spider jump into the water, you take a brief pause, trying to time your escape.

The blood leaking from your arm was making you feel hazy. You brush the feeling off trying to focus once more to time your jumping. The shooting stopped for a second, you took the chance to run. The dizziness hit you like a truck as you were running mid way through. Guns opened fire once more. As you jump, you feel an abnormal pressure in your chest and stomach. Hitting the water hard, shock from the cold water filling your senses. You desperately try to reach the surface of the water.

“I’ve been shot Lo’ak!”

You wheezed out as loud as you could. Blood leaves your body faster than before through the three holes decorating your body. Lo’ak cusses out swimming frantically to you. He calls his Ilu, lifting you on top before climbing on himself. You start seeing black spots taking over your vision, a distant voice of Lo’ak crying to stay awake a little longer.

“DAD! SHE'S BEEN SHOT”

Ao’nung had been near your father assisting him in the war. When he heard the words leave Lo’aks mouth with you in his arms, his heart dropped and blood running cold. The darkness from the eclipse made the scene even more terrifying. They grab your body pulling it onto the rock. You were barely holding on, just wanting to see everyone. The gun wounds are constantly releasing blood even with pressure holding it down from your father, Lo’ak, and Ao’nung. Ao’nung caressed your face, tears running down his cheeks seeing you struggle to breathe.

“Ma’tsawke, please do not close your eyes.”

Jake could only stare knowing there was nothing he could do. Three wounds, with exits, there was no way to save you. He could only give you a soft look to keep you at ease. He lay his hands on your arm and hand. You hold his hand afraid of what may come. Ao’nung had sobs racking his body not wanting to believe that you were slipping away.

“Y-you still need to show me the forest, and-and teach me your ways”

You weakly bring your other hand up to his cheek. You speak with everything you have left in you. You whisper to him gently.

“Ma’oare, oel ngati… kameie”

You smile taking your last breath, happy you could tell him before you left. The eclipse came to an end, sun shining over your body as your spirit joined with the great mother. Ao’nung went numb along with your father. You could not hear the screams of wrath and despair in your mothers voice. Not hearing the sobs from your brothers. Everything was quiet.

An eclipse doesn’t last forever. It separates the sun and moon. They now await for the next eclipse to finally join together once more.

(I suggest listening to Tin Lover by The Paper Kites)

The war was over. Your family came back to recover your body as it layed peacefully on the rocks. Bringing your body to the islands, your parents washing off the blood that covers your pale blue complexion.

They place your cold body into a large leaf that is decorated with flowers. The family slowly emerges in the water deeper and deeper to an area of light. Ao’nung was not able to join, only to view from the sidelines. They stop on top of the beautiful bed of anemone, slowly bringing your body to touch the water. Jake and Neytiri give each other one last look, then emerge themselves in the water with your body. Gently guiding you to the light, they finally let go. You emerged with the anemone slowly sinking in deeper. Half of your family had tear stained faces as the other half were numb.

The moon shined bright tonight, but it was alone. Ao’nung followed your family to the sacred tree. They all dive into the water swimming towards the illuminating tree. He watches as they all attach their queues, ready to see their memories with you. Ao’nung felt nauseous, you watched you die in his arms. Having to face you, your spirit, he was hesitant. He finally connected his queue. Bright lights flashing before his eyes, it faded and he saw that he was surrounded by trees.

The forest. He saw a figure laying in the grass, his breath hitched. You were there, really there. You sit up hearing small steps, your head turning, you see your oare. You give him a wide smile.

“Look who decided to come to the forest!”

He felt like he was dreaming, his eyes were moist. You give him a worried look.

“Why are you crying Ma’oare?”

He shook his head, not able to answer. You rush over to him pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around your thin body. He was finally able to whisper out a few words.

“Oel ngati kameie Ma’tsawke”

You smile gently while you rub his back. Both sitting in silence in each other's embrace. An eclipse overcasts your bodies. The sun and moon were together once more.

The relationship between the sun and moon is an impossible love. The eclipse was the only thing bringing them together for a short while before being forced to separate once more. Ao’nung comes back every eclipse of every day to rejoin his sun as he was the moon.

sawtute akawng → evil skypeople

Uran → boat

Uniltìrantokx → dreamwalker/avatar

Tawtute → skypeople

Seykxel -> strong

#aonung x reader #sully family x reader #aonung #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #kiri sully #tukitrey #jake sully #neytiri #tsireya #rotxo #avatar 2 #jake sully x daughter #angst

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LOVE, AGAIN ; LH44

— after another failed first date, lewis calls yn for a debrief reminiscing their past relationships

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Waving goodbye to the man, you stand in front of your apartment complex watching his car leave from the corner of your eyes. Pressing your lips on a thin line, you fish out your phone pressing ‘4’, but before it could input your command the screen flashes of a familiar contact photo.

Chucking to yourself at the coincidence you swipe your phone answering the call as you make your way in the elevator. “Good evening. I was just about to call you. Is this where you say you’re staying the night at her place?”

Your voice filled with excitement for your friend, in the hopes that his date went better than yours. On the other end of the phone you could hear the sound of his engine purring, perking you up as he could be on his way to a successful date.

His laughter rings to your ears, “I am staying over but not at her place-”

An audible gasp left your lips, cutting him off- “Oh my gosh you cheeky bastard! Are you actually going to have a one night stand Sir-”

“I’m staying over yours.” Your enthusiasm slows down as you ponder over his words, wincing while you enter your apartment.

Removing your heels you set your bag down the counter, opening the fridge your eyes land on the bottle of wine you wanted to share with him- “Debrief?”

A hum was heard from the other side of the phone, “I’ll be there in 10. See you darling.” His voice was curt as he ended the call before you could sympathize with him.

“And then she just kept talking about herself, which I personally don’t mind as it takes off a lot of the burden from me constantly talking, it was a nice change…” Lewis swirled the wine in his glass, adorning matching pajamas with you, face covered in a clay mask, the perfect trifecta after a long day.

“But- clearly there’s something else that you’re omitting for the story. What happened after Lewis?” You scoot closer to him, desperately closing in the distance, curiously pressing the details on his eventful night.

Looking away, Lewis sighs before taking a sip of his drink, “She just said something that rubbed me off the wrong way.”

Sitting up straight you squint your eyes, inspecting his facial expressions, observing his body language and looking for little quips that could help you pinpoint what exactly his date said. “You don’t say… she said something about Abu Dhabi right?”

Gawking, Lewis scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You of all people… I can’t believe you sweetheart, you’re supposed to console me after my sad date. And no, for the record I don’t think she cared too much about me being a driver, which was a plus but there were other factors that outweighed why the date ended sourly.”

You stop laughing halfway as your face softens at his statement, “I’m sorry… But you have to admit that was funny. It just came out of nowhere, I shouldn’t be teasing you when you called me to hang out after a failed date…”

Lewis perks up as you mention failed dates, “Speaking of dates, what about you? Now that I’m thinking about it, you left earlier than me, what happened?”

A sigh left from your lips, grasping the bits of memory about your date just hours ago. “Honestly, it wasn’t that memorable. It was like an interview, he kept asking me questions and not in a way to form a conversation, he’s just nosy.”

Lewis grimaced before shaking his head in disappointment, “Yikes… sucks to be you I guess.” shrugging, Lewis downs the remainder of his drink before setting the glass on the table.

“Who would’ve thought, we’re both successful in our careers, getting paid, we have ample time, yet here we are… Is this the mid-life crisis people were talking about in their 30s?” Your eyes met Lewis’ mulling over his questions.

“I disagree. I think it’s alright… I mean where else would I be if not here with you? I’m fine with that, I think you just miss being out and about with people apart from me… Am I boring you Lewis?”

Shaking his head in disagreement, Lewis lets out a breathy laugh, “I’m not even sure what I miss, this is fine… It’s a lot better, I’m stable, I’m doing the things I love to do and spending time with the people I love. Maybe I just miss the feeling of what could’ve been, the choices I made that put me here, every now and then I think if things had gone differently.”

A small smile forms your lips, “You’re missing her aren’t you?”

Raising his brows, the corners of Lewis’ mouth curl up to a small smile. “I think about her, I do. But do I miss her? As a lover, no. As friends, maybe. It’s just, she was there in my life for a long time, and now she’s gone. A lot of people have come and gone, and at the end of the day we always come back to each other.”

You nod, tracing the rim of your glass, “I remember you calling me after your break-up with Nicole- funnily enough I don’t think I told you this but I was on a date that time.”

Lewis let out a gasp before scooching closer to you, “What? When was this? How did I not know about this?”

Holding back your laughter you place your glass on the table beside his. “It just happened, I was on this date with a guy… I’m thankful you called because he was insisting we go have drinks at some bar, I wasn’t interested and he kept saying something. You just called then and there when I needed you the most… and I guess the same goes for you.”

Silent, Lewis trails back on his memories of what happened that night, nodding his head slowly as he recollects what had happened. “I’m glad I called you, I guess we both needed each other that night. And I’m sorry for your shitty date in the past.”

“It was fine, it gave me something else to focus on… and when I went over to yours we ended up drinking either way so it’s just a full circle. I ended up drinking with a different person.”

Lying down on the sofa, Lewis settles his head on top of the pillow on your lap, “It’s been so long… You think I still have it? The charm?”

Choking on your drink, you laugh at Lewis’ statement, “Are you actually worried about that? Lewis, you’re in your thirties… What was that film again? Thirty, flirty, and thriving? Yeah, you don’t have to worry Lew- look at you, I don’t think you should worry.”

Lewis hums in your assurance, “You think so?”

“I know so. You’ll feel it Lewis, you’ll be in love again.”

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Male Gnoll/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,919 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

When you're convinced to go on a blind date with an asshole, Adamu saves you from a sticky situation. As it turns out, you'd rather go out with him anyway.

Outside the restaurant, the city's ambient buzz mingled with your own whirl of anticipation and nerves. The cool evening air did little to soothe the flutter of excitement in your stomach as you approached the restaurant's entrance, a quaint spot chosen by Eirik for your blind date.

Stepping inside, the warm glow and soft murmur of conversation enveloped you. The hostess greeted you with a welcoming smile, and you found your voice slightly trembling as you mentioned, "I’m here to meet - I mean, table for Karl?."

"Oh, you must be Eirik's friend! He mentioned a blind date," the waitress exclaimed brightly. She seemed genuinely enthused about the setup, a sentiment you wished you could fully share at the moment.

As she led you through the restaurant, the clinking of cutlery and low hum of diners' chatter accompanied your steps. The waitress stopped at a cosy table for two, where a man was seated, his back to you.

As she announced your arrival, he turned around, and you were met with a young face and a mess of curly, dark hair. Karl was undeniably handsome, with sharp features, a well-groomed beard, and eyes that seemed to appraise you in a single glance. His smile was confident, almost rehearsed, as he stood to greet you.

"Ah, you must be the mystery woman Eirik has been raving about," Karl said, his voice smooth, his handshake firm. There was a charm about him, no doubt, but it felt somewhat polished, a little too perfect.

As you took your seat, the nervous flutter in your stomach intensified. You smoothed out your dress, trying to appear composed, though inside, your nerves were a tangled mess. The idea of a blind date, already daunting, now felt even more so with Karl's poised demeanour.

The waitress, still beaming, handed you the menus, wishing you a good evening before leaving. You offered her a grateful smile, her enthusiasm a small comfort for your nerves.

"So, Eirik tells me you're quite the adventurer," Karl began, leaning back in his chair with ease. “Have you been to the alps? I have; there I was, standing at the summit of the Alps, the world beneath my feet. It's quite the rush, you know?"

You nodded and the first bubble of excitement welled in you. "That sounds incredible. I've always wanted to try mountain climbing. Last year, I..."

Karl, however, swiftly steered the conversation back to himself, barely acknowledging your input. "Yes, it's an experience of a lifetime. Then, when you lead the lifestyle I do, these things become somewhat routine."

As Karl delved into another self-centred anecdote, your attention drifted across the restaurant. There, at a table set for two, sat a young gnoll man. His dark fur contrasted strikingly with his bright green eyes, which stared at his glass of wine. His muscular build suggested strength, yet there was a patience about him as he checked his watch, clearly waiting for someone.

Your gaze lingered, intrigue. It was a welcome distraction from the one-sided conversation at your table.

Karl, noticing your diverted attention, cleared his throat pointedly. "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

You snapped back to reality, meeting Karl's eyes, which now held a flicker of annoyance. "No, not at all. Please, go on," you said, though the sincerity in your voice waned.

Karl huffed, his demeanour shifting. "You know, when someone takes the time to share their experiences, the least you could do is pay attention."

The sharpness in his tone took you aback. The evening, already teetering on the edge of disappointment, had taken a turn for the worse. "I'm sorry, Karl. I just noticed someone across the restaurant. I didn't mean to seem disinterested."

Karl's response was a curt, "Well, perhaps you'd prefer their company then."

The air between you grew tense, the remnants of the evening's potential dissipating with each passing second. "I think I need a moment," you said, standing abruptly. "I'll be in the bathroom. If the waitress comes back, could you ask her to give us a few more minutes to decide?"

You couldn’t have left fast enough. The walk to the bathroom felt like an escape, each step a respite from the stifling atmosphere at the table. Inside, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, the disappointment of the evening weighing heavily on you. Eirik's well-intentioned setup had spiralled into an evening you couldn't wait to forget.

When you returned, bracing yourself for more of Karl's self-absorption, you found his seat empty. Confused, you glanced around, half-expecting to see him returning from a break of his own; but he was gone. The only evidence of his presence was the menu, left at the edge of the table.

You sat, a flush of embarrassment warming your cheeks. You tried to compose yourself as the waitress approached with a concerned look. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked, her gaze flickering to the empty seat.

You offered a small, somewhat sheepish smile, "uh, no thanks. Honestly, I think I should just head home. Maybe I’ll have just one..."

The waitress nodded, her expression softening with understanding, before leaving you to peruse the drinks menu. The bustling ambiance of the restaurant suddenly felt more pronounced, each laugh and clink of glasses echoing your own discomfort.

As you deliberated over your choice, a tentative voice interrupted your thoughts. "Excuse me, would you mind some company?"

Looking up, you saw the gnoll from across the restaurant standing beside your table, a hint of apprehension in his green eyes. Up close, you could see the intricate patterns of scars beneath his dark fur, tugging down the corner of his left eye. Yet, his posture was unassuming, almost gentle, as if he were trying to make his formidable presence seem less intimidating.

"I, uh, couldn't help but notice... It seems we've both been stood up," he added, his voice tinged with a shyness.

Surprised but touched by his gesture, you found yourself nodding, "Take a seat. It's been quite the evening."

He took the seat across from you, his movements careful, mindful of the space he occupied. Together, you ordered cocktails, a silent attempt to salvage what remained of the night.

As the drinks arrived, the initial awkwardness gave way to tentative conversation. Sipping a martini, you asked, “why did you come over? It's not every day that someone does something so kind."

He paused, his gaze lingering on his drink before meeting yours. "Well, I suppose I didn’t want both of our nights to be wasted. I thought, maybe, we could turn them into something a bit more... bearable, together."

His honesty, coupled with the softness in his expression, struck a chord in you. Here was someone who, despite his own discomfort, had reached out with an offer of companionship. It was painfully sweet.

You watched him above your menu, unable to hide your smile. Maybe tonight wasn’t a total loss. "How about gaeng som?" you suggested, “I’m pretty sure they make it extra spicy here.”

His eyes lit up with interest. "That sounds perfect! Back home, the hotter the meal, the better."

You smiled, pleased with the common ground you'd found. The waitress took your order, and as you waited for the food, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

"Not that I was listening in earlier, but I heard something about the alps?" he asked, his eyes curious. "There's something about exploring the unknown, the challenge of a steep climb, I just love it."

You nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. There's a trail I've been eyeing for the next weekend. It's supposed to offer some of the best views of Oceanhall."

“Yeah, I know the one! I’ve never gotten around to it, though. I- wait, hold on.” You were sure that beneath his fur, he was blushing. “I'm Adamu, by the way, I guess I forgot to say. Tonight was actually supposed to be a meetup with someone I met online."

His expression clouded slightly, a hint of disappointment creeping in. "I wonder if she saw me and... well, decided against it. I know my appearance can be a bit... daunting?"

You shook your head, the notion absurd to you. "I think you look lovely. If you really did scare her off, it's’ her loss."

His face softened at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Thank you," he said, his voice laced with a newfound warmth. "I know I’m an acquired taste.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand. It wasn’t a secret that gnolls had a reputation for being intimidating. Rude. Violent, even; but when you met Adamu’s gaze, there was a softness there that made you melt.

Whatever you were about to say, though, was cut off when the waitress arrived with your steaming hot food. “Two portions of gaeng som,” she announced cheerfully. “Can I get you anything else?”

You didn’t remove your hand from Adamu’s as you ordered another round of drinks. He didn’t pull away either, though, and you found yourself warmed by his coarse fur.

He only tugged his hand free when it was time to eat, and you missed the tickle of his fur and claws against your palm. You ate in silence for a moment; content to be in each other’s quiet company.

Eventually, Adamu's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what actually happened to your date? He left pretty suddenly."

You paused, a spoonful of soup halfway to your lips. The memory of Karl's abrupt departure brought a stutter of relief. "Well, let's just say we weren't exactly a match. If I'm honest, I'm quite glad he left."

Adamu raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, why?"

You met his gaze, the connection between you palpable. "Because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of your company, Adamu."

Adamu's smile widened, a look of contentment settling on his features. “Oh. That’s… actually really kind.”

In the warmth of the restaurant, with the lingering heat of the soup still dancing on your tongue, you found yourself caught in Adamu's gaze. The soft, ambient light of the room cast gentle shadows across his features, softening the scars and highlighting the soft brown of his fur.

There was an undeniable pull, a desire to lean across the table and bridge the gap between you with a kiss. Yet, you hesitated, the weight of nerves holding you back. You didn't want to rush, to shatter this delicateness between you.

Adamu seemed to sense the shift in your mood, his voice drawing you back. "I wasn't entirely sure about moving to Oceanhall," he admitted, his tone reflective. "It was a leap of faith, really. I needed a change of pace, something different from what I was used to."

You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "Sometimes, that's exactly what we need."

He smiled. "I'm glad I made the move. Especially now," he added, his gaze holding yours.

The remainder of the meal passed in a comfortable quiet, punctuated by shared glances and soft laughter. It was as if the world beyond your table had faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

When the waitress came by to inquire about dessert, you both scanned the menu, settling on sharing mango sticky rice. The sweet, creamy texture of the rice, paired with the fresh, tangy mango and the rich coconut sauce, promised a perfect end to the meal.

Adamu's earlier admission echoed in your mind as you ate, blending seamlessly with your own feelings. Oceanhall, with its beautiful beach and multiples cultures, was exactly the kind of place to get away from the drag of real life issues.

When the waitress returned to collect your plates, her knowing smile was directed at you. “I hope you both had a good time,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”

You couldn't help but return her smile, a sense of gratitude swelling in your heart.

“Just the bill please,” Adamu said, before you could ask for the same.

As the waitress disappeared to retrieve your bill, she left you alone with Adamu. You became acutely aware of the details you hadn't fully absorbed before—the way the low lighting played off the contours of his muscular build, his broad shoulders straining against his grey shirt. The gentle curve of his smile made you flush too, more pronounced as his initial shyness melted away.

You found yourself openly admiring him, taking in the rugged handsomeness that his scars only seemed to accentuate, not diminish. There was a raw, authentic beauty to him, and it made your toes curl.

Adamu caught you looking, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing his features. "It's the scars, isn't it?" he asked softly.. "They don’t hurt. I sometimes forget they're there until I see that look in someone's eyes."

Your heart clenched at the thought of him feeling any discomfort, especially when, to you, he was nothing short of captivating. "No, Adamu, it's not the scars," you said softly, earnestly. "I was actually.. You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?"

The air between you thickened with the admission, a warm blush colouring your cheeks. Adamu's gaze held yours, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flickering within his eyes.

"Thank you," he said after a moment, the tension in his shoulders visibly relaxing. "I’ve had them since I was a kid - boating accident. My fur hides the worst of it, at least."

His soft voice, the twinkle in his eyes, it made you want nothing more than to grab him by the collar, and kiss him. The space around you seemed to pulse with the unspoken attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening.

Adamu leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a huskier tone that sent shivers down your spine. "I knew tonight was going to be great as soon as I sat across from you."

The confession, so openly shared, fanned the flames of your own desire. The thought of being close to him, so close you could smell the sugar on your breath, made you shudder.

As the waitress returned with the bill, breaking the spell momentarily, Adamu's gaze lingered on you, loaded with unspoken questions. Once the bill was settled, he turned to you with a hesitant yet hopeful look.

"I don't want this evening to end just yet," he said, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. "Would you... would you like to come back to my place?"

The invitation hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of more. The thought of spending more time with Adamu was irresistible.

“I would love to.”

As you stood to leave, Adamu, ever the gentleman, assisted you with your coat, his hands brushing against yours in a fleeting, electric touch. The restaurant's warm ambiance gave way to the night's chill as you stepped outside, the sudden drop in temperature making you instinctively draw closer to him for warmth.

Noticing your shiver, Adamu gently draped his own coat over your shoulders, enveloping you in its warmth and the subtle scent that was uniquely his. It was like sweet mango and cinnamon, and something rich you couldn’t place.

The gesture, so simple yet intimate, stirred something deep within you, heightening the anticipation of what was yet to come.

The streets were quiet, the city's nighttime serenade a soft backdrop to your shared silence. The proximity to Adamu, his coat wrapped around you, created a cocoon of warmth in the cold night air. It was in this intimate bubble that Adamu stopped, turning to face you, his bright eyes searching yours in the dim light.

The tension between you was a tangible force that seemed to draw you closer. Then, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world, your lips met in a kiss that was both tentative and desperate, a mingling of warmth and want that sent sparks flying through your very being.

The kiss was imperfect—the slight awkwardness of human lips meeting a gnoll's muzzle—but it only made you want him more. Neither of you cared for symmetry when the kiss deepened, fueled by the pent-up desire and the night's earlier revelations.

As you parted, breathless, Adamu's shy smile returned, a hint of his earlier awkwardness peeking through. "I, uh, live just a short walk from here," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Would you like me to call a taxi?"

The thought of parting, even just to sit side by side in a taxi, seemed unthinkable. "I'd much rather walk with you," you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.

He beamed. “Yeah? Great, me too.”

The walk to Adamu's home was a blur of shared smiles and soft laughter, the earlier kiss lingering like a promise between you. The walk was brisk, quick, your hand nestled in his the entire time. Soon enough you were stood outside a little wooden gate, looking up at a narrow townhouse, garden blooming with wildlife.

Adamu paused at the gate, turning to you once more. The streetlight cast a soft glow around him, illuminating the gentle lines of his face.

In that soft light, you shared another kiss, this one laden with the promise of more to come. It was a seal on the unspoken agreement that tonight was just the beginning.

“Come on inside,” he said, tugging your hand.

With a grin, you followed him inside.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #tag: mxf #tag: gnoll #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: sfw

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atticsandwich · 9 months

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move fast, keep quiet

pairing: raphael / gn!mc [obey me!]

sfw - this is just pure fluff lol

hallway brushes that turns into casual conversations, that turns into walking to your next class together, that turns into whispered nothings, that turns into something more

[set in the OG timeline, pre-NB]

"Good morning."

His tone is casual, monotonous. You look up from your D.D.D to see the angel in front of you, arm raised halfway in a greeting.

"Raphael! Good morning," you respond in kind with a smile.

You haven't known Raphael for long, but you realize that sincerity is laced in every encounter you've had with him, despite what the tone in his voice might suggest. Although the brothers describe him as strict and meticulous, you find the silence that usually comes with his presence quite comforting, a complete contrast to the daily rambunctious antics in the House of Lamentation.

"You're early today. Don't you usually come with Mammon?" he asks, glancing around you in case he missed the demon in question.

"Oh, Diavolo asked me to come in early so I can look through some of the proposals regarding future exchange programs," you respond. "I actually came with Satan today, but he wanted to stop by the library first."

"I see..." he trails off, as if in thought. "Can I walk you there?"

You blink in surprise.

"To the student council room? Sure, but are you sure you're not busy?" you reply, not expecting the offer. He gives a curt nod.

"I'm waiting for Simeon and Luke, so I don't have anything to do until then."

"If that's the case... yeah, let's go! I could use the company," you smile. Though his face remains unchanged, you can sense he's content that you accepted.

The two of you chat about recent happenings, from Mammon's latest grimm escapades to Luke accidentally drinking Solomon's concoction that he left in the fridge ("--he should really stop doing that", you interject.) that made the poor angel croak for the entirity of the afternoon. Luke was apparently grumpy for the rest of the night, so Simeon baked some cookies to cheer him up, which worked. ("--the cookies were good," he commented.)

The walk to the student council room isn't too long, and before you realize it, you're both standing at its doors. "I might as well say hi to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos," was what he said as he held the door for you. You whisper a quiet thanks as you walk past, and hear the scuffle of his feet as he walks in right after.

"There you are, good morning!" Diavolo's voice resounds within the room, enthusiasm peaked as always. Barbatos bows beside him in acknowledgement, walking off to prepare your seat.

"Good morning, Dia, Barb," you return their greeting accompanied with a warm smile.

"Hm? Is that Raphael behind you?" The prince finally notices your companion, who gives a nod.

"Good morning, Lord Diavolo. I was merely taking them to you. I apologize for the intrusion."

"Nonsense!" The prince laughs in assurance. "You and the other angels are always welcome to stop by."

You glance at the angel, who only gives another nod in response.

"I'll be on my way then," he turns to you.

"Thanks for walking me here," you say, thanking him with a smile.

"See you around."

You might've imagined it, but you were almost certain your fingers brushed for a second as he walked back, and you swallow the warmth that overtakes you, pushing it aside so you can start your duties.

Walking with Raphael becomes somewhat of a norm.

The repeating trend goes like this - you've just finished your Devildom History class, and as you walk out, he's somehow also nearby, which ends with him walking you to your next class. Sometimes, one of the brothers notices, and he ignores every one of their whines when they point it out. There are days when Luke and Simeon join the two of you (and if it's lunchtime, the twins are there with you too).

You talk about many different things - you ask a lot of stuff about the Celestial Realm, and he'll often tell a story or two from back when the brothers were still angels. There's a fondness in his tone whenever he recounts those memories, but you know he's content just knowing that the brothers are all together and happy in the Devildom. He asks you about your life in the Human Realm and what you were like before the exchange program, and you tell him of your days before the greatest plot twist of your life.

Somehow, you also manage to convince him to start teaching you how to sew. ("--literally not a day goes by where I don't have at least one tear on my clothes," you tell him.) You told him of that one time Beel started chewing through your school jacket because you spilled some juice on it, and then another time you tripped over a tangled wire in Levi's room, causing the seam of your jeans to split. ("--it's a miracle you still have any clothing left to wear," he comments. You swear you saw him hold back a laugh, but you don't mention it.)

Eventually he starts walking you back to the House of Lamentation, too. You're usually stuck doing student council duties after classes, so when it first happens, you're surprised to see him still on campus.

He manages to find a different reason each time you ask.

"I was at the library."

"I was sitting in the garden and lost track of time."

"I forgot something in the classroom so I came to pick it up."

He doesn't bother defending himself when one day, you walk out of the student council room, waving at him - "Thanks for waiting for me." He simply nods in acknowledgment.

When he walks side by side with you, sometimes your fingers brush; some instances longer than others, and you can't help but wonder what his hands would feel like on yours. Simeon once mentioned that angels had higher body temperatures, so would that mean his hands would be warm? Gentle?

As these thoughts run through your mind, you don't notice turquoise eyes on you the entire time, almost mapping each crevace of your face. He looks at your empty hand right next to his, and he finds himself wondering how it would feel like as he held it.

One day, the dam finally breaks.

He's walking you back to the House of Lamentation as always, and you're talking about Thirteen egging on Mephisto earlier that day. You stifle a laugh as you recount the noble waving his cane around ("like an old man," you describe), as he chased the reaper.

Your fingers are brushing against his again, but unlike most days when it's an unspoken tension, you feel the other hand slowly creeping up to yours, before it wraps it in its warmth. You look at your now-intertwined hands, and then to his face, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. There's a warmth in his cheeks, and you feel his hand squeeze yours lightly, as if asking for assurance.

"Your hands are warm," you whisper, squeezing in return. From the corner of your eye you see his lips twitch upwards in a small smile, but you don't point it out.

When you reach the house, it takes some time for him to release his grip, but as he does, he takes his other hand, holding yours with both of his, and he brings it close to his face and plants a kiss to your palms, his eyes on you the entire time.

Your face is flushed, both in embarassment and twitterpation, as you try to avert your gaze from his - to no avail. You fear he can hear how fast your heart is beating even from a distance, as he sets down your hand he's been holding.

"I'll see you tomorrow," a rare smile is plastered on his face, which only worsens your poor heart's pounding.

"Yeah," you finally manage to breath out. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

You watch him walk away, heading back to Purgatory Hall, and start formulating a plan to get back to him. Maybe a kiss when he's not looking? You'll polish that thought later.

And as you drift off to sleep that night, you dream about the warmth of his touch, and wonder how warm the rest of him is.

[a/n: i haven't actually written a fic in quite a while so i'm kinda rusty ;; feel free to send me suggestions, etc! i wanna get back to writing more... Thank you for reading!]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me raphael #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me raphael x reader #obey me fanfic

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tinytinyblogs · 4 months

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Feeling a spark? Me too.

The feelings were mutual! They found out you like them too.

(Ot8 reaction, non-idol)

Hyung line, Maknae line

Stray kids masterlist here

Han

Your laptop screen glowed against the darkening office backdrop, beckoning you with the siren song of unfinished work. But the gentle strum of Han's voice kept pulling your attention away, its melodic cadence a stark contrast to the urgent tapping of your fingers on the keyboard. "So, homebody or social butterfly?" he prodded, his smile twinkling beneath the office lights. You glanced up, catching his hopeful gaze for a fleeting moment before returning to the blinking cursor on your screen. "Both," you mumbled, hoping a curt answer would send him back to his own tasks. Han hummed, seemingly unfazed by your one-word response. "Ah, a versatile one, I see." His voice was a feather tickling your focus, making it impossible to concentrate on the tangled web of spreadsheets before you. Frustration tinged your fingertips as you pressed them harder against the keyboard, the clattering an attempt to drown out his persistent questions. "Fancy restaurant or cozy cafe?" he chimed in, completely undeterred. This time, you paused, unable to ignore him entirely. A sigh escaped your lips as you met his eyes, a playful challenge dancing within them. "Can you be more specific? What's this all about?" He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just answer the question, sunshine. No further details required." You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "Fine. Cozy cafe, then. But seriously, Han, what are you up to?"

He leaned closer, pushing the laptop screen down slightly until you could only see his face filling the space before you. His grin spread into a full-blown Cheshire cat smile. "Very romantic or laugh-until-your-sides-hurt kind of date?" he whispered, his finger playfully shushing you. His question hung in the air, punctuated by the silent thud of your heart against your ribs. A date? Han, the office prankster, the source of endless puns and witty quips, was asking you on a date? You stared at him, a million thoughts swirling in your head. Both? you wanted to answer, a mirroring of his earlier response. Both romantic and hilarious, because that's what Han was: a bundle of contradictions, a walking enigma you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off. But instead, you simply replied, your voice barely a whisper, "Both." A warm hum rose from Han's throat, a counterpoint to the rhythmic tap of your fingers on the keyboard. He nodded, a thoughtful crease marring his forehead for a moment before dissolving into a satisfied smile. "Right, I could actually manage both," he muttered, almost to himself, yet loud enough for you to catch. Han looked up, his gaze bouncing between you and the glow of your laptop screen. "So, when are you done? When will you be ready?" You blinked, glancing back and forth, your mind scrambling to catch up. "Ready for what?" He chuckled, a soft rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

"For our date, of course! I’m finished with your personal preference survey. Turns out, your friend didn't know much about you or what you really liked, seeing as you haven't been on a date before. Well, neither have I, honestly. So, I figured I'd ask, make sure we get it right." His smile deepened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And hey, guess what? Your friend spilled the beans. She said you like me. Mutual feelings, right? So let's do this," he declared, his voice filled with an infectious enthusiasm. "Let's become the best couple this world has ever seen!" He puffed out his chest playfully, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. You stared at him, incredulous. Your friend, the blabbermouth, had actually blurted out your secret crush? And here was Han, proposing a date as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Han shifted in his chair, the creak echoing the nervous drumbeat in his chest. He sat up straight, a slight tremor in his hands as he leaned closer. Looking straight into your eyes, he saw galaxies reflected back, swirling with a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was interest. "But um," he began, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He cleared his throat, the sound rasping against the charged silence. "If it's okay, if I could... maybe hold your hand?" His breath hitched, caught in the web of nerves. "Or give you a hug? You know," he fumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, a blush creeping up his cheeks, "a kiss maybe?"

Felix

The notification flashed on your phone, a simple question that sent your heart into a tap-dancing frenzy. 'Can I come to your place?' it read, from Felix, your sunshine-haired friend with a secret that mirrored your own. Now, here he was, standing awkwardly in your doorway, clutching a plate piled high with your absolute favorite cookies - his own handiwork, the aroma a sugary confession swirling in the air. The apartment had suddenly shrunk, the silence pressing in like a thick fog. You offered a mumbled thanks, accepting the cookies with shaking hands. You settled on the couch, the TV droning on like an unwanted guest. Your eyes wandered to the screen, but your mind was in a galaxy far, far away, populated only by butterflies and Felix's nervous smile. He, too, seemed adrift in a sea of unspoken words. He fidgeted, cleared his throat, finally breaking the silence with a hesitant, "Hey." His eyes flickered to the TV, then back to you, sparkling like stars under the city lights. "I heard something today," he mumbled, the sentence heavy with unsaid emotion. "And it made me so happy." He paused, the silence stretching like taffy between you. "What is it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the artificial laughter on the screen. He chewed on his lip, a battle raging behind his sunshine eyes. "Actually," he started, then stopped, restarting with a sigh, "I've been wrestling with myself, trying to figure out what to do. This feels so awkward, but…" He turned slowly, his gaze locking onto yours. "Is it true, what they say? Do you… like me?"

The silence sat heavy between you, a thick fog obscuring the usual ease of your friendship. The words you couldn't speak, the feelings you kept under lock and key, threatened to shatter the perfect picture you'd painted of this relationship. You saw the flicker of doubt in Felix's eyes, the echo of your own fear reflected in his gaze. Then, like a whisper carried on the wind, his voice broke through the stillness. "I feel the same," he admitted, his voice rough with unspoken emotions. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you." The confession hung in the air, a tangible force that sent your heart into a desperate tap dance against your ribs. The forgotten TV, its flickering images mere background noise, became irrelevant. All that mattered was the pounding rhythm of your shared anticipation, the echo of a wish whispered into the universe. "I almost thought it was just a joke," he continued, a shy smile blooming on his lips, "a wishful dream that couldn't possibly be real." He reached for the TV remote, the click silencing the distracting chatter. No more hiding behind the screen, no more excuses to avoid the truth that shimmered between you. His eyes, pools of nervous hope, held your gaze captive. "Is it alright," he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "if I take you on a date? A real one, where we can actually talk, where this isn't just a stolen moment between friends?"

He turned on his axis, facing you fully, a hesitant smile dancing on his lips. His eyes scanned your face, searching for a trace of doubt, a flicker of fear. Then, ever so gently, he reached out, his hand finding yours like a missing puzzle piece. As his fingers intertwined with yours, a warmth, both physical and emotional, surged through you. The burden of unspoken feelings, the weight of a secret kept hidden in the shadows, lifted with a sigh. In its place, a delicate flower bloomed within you, its petals unfolding with trepidation and joy. "It's okay, right?" he murmured, his voice soft as a melody. "If we… if we took this to another level, if we let this spark, this undeniable chemistry, ignite into something more?" His words sent shivers down your spine, and a whisper, as fragile as a butterfly's wing, escaped your lips, "It would be nice." The sentence trailed off, almost lost in the air, as if your voice wasn't yet daring to believe the truth it echoed. But you repeated it, a little firmer this time, your eyes locked on his, "It would be… nice to be more than just friends." The words, simple yet laden with unspoken promises, painted a smile across his face. It bloomed like a sunrise, chasing away the last vestiges of doubt and filling the room with the warm glow of possibilities. "Then you are mine now," he whispered, his thumb brushing a gentle caress against your skin. The possessiveness in his voice wasn't demanding, but rather a tender declaration, a promise to cherish this blossoming relationship.

Seungmin

The moment your eyes caught Seungmin across the room, your feet seemed to pirouette before your conscious mind could catch up. You whipped around, faster than a startled rabbit, unsure why you suddenly craved distance from your longtime crush. The untold feelings, simmering like a secret potion within you, rebelled against this abrupt retreat. "Avoiding me, I see," a familiar voice startled you from your musings. Seungmin, in a t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin, stood behind you, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "I'm not!" you sputtered, turning back, desperate to mask your flustered heart with nonchalance. "Then why the Olympic-worthy pirouette every time our eyes meet, even when you're mid-conversation?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You practically warp speed away, leaving a trail of confused dust bunnies in your wake." A blush threatened to engulf your face as you stammered, "I'm not avoiding you, Seungmin." He only hummed in response, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Avoiding a crush, perhaps?" The smirk reached his eyes now, crinkling the corners with genuine good humor. Your jaw dropped, eyes wide like saucers. "What are you talking about?" you parried, hoping your feigned confusion would hold some water. Seungmin chuckled, a warm, melodious sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said, leaning closer.

"Someone with a loose tongue spilled your little secret, the one you were so sure was under lock and key." The silence after Seungmin's revelation stretched until it threatened to snap, heavy with a thousand unspoken truths. He let his hand rest casually in his pocket, watching the way his words had sent your mind pirouetting like a ballerina on caffeine. You felt adrift, unmoored from the familiar shores of denial. "Then what do you want now?" your voice caught on a tremor, the question tumbling out more as a defense than a genuine inquiry. Was this some cruel joke, a play on your long-held affection? "Make fun of me?" The thought ignited a flicker of anger, a desperate attempt to regain control. Your head spun like a kaleidoscope, thoughts colliding in a dizzying chaos. You were a deer caught in the headlights of his unexpected confession, paralyzed by the sheer audacity of it all. "Not so sure, maybe take you on a date," he said, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the storm brewing within you. Your mouth gaped in disbelief. Did you mishear? Had the universe suddenly flipped upside down? "Right, you… what? You what?" Your voice, usually so measured, jumped an octave higher, betraying your shock. He met your stunned gaze with a serene smile, repeating the words you barely registered the first time around. "A date." The simplicity of the phrase held the weight of an avalanche, threatening to bury the meticulously constructed walls you'd built around your heart.

"Don't do that just because you pity me, Seungmin," you snapped, the hurt stinging in your throat. The thought of his affection being fueled by mere sympathy was unbearable. The vulnerability you'd so fiercely protected felt exposed, raw and aching. The air crackled with his soft rebuttal, "Pity?" Seungmin's voice dipped lower, like a caress against the turmoil raging within you. "Is it just me who's so unreadable, or have you become blind to the feelings swirling around you?" His eyes searched yours, a kaleidoscope of sincerity and a hint of playful challenge. With a slow, deliberate movement, he took a step closer, closer still. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, see the details of his face etched with an earnestness that sent your heart into overdrive. His angelic features, normally a source of amusement, now held a potent mix of cuteness and raw heat that left you breathless. The words spilled from his lips, each one a brushstroke painting a vibrant picture of his hidden affections. "I wouldn't be doing any of this," he confessed, his voice a low rumble resonating in your chest, "if I didn't have a monumental crush on you. My constant orbit around you, the unsolicited help, the sweetness reserved only for your ears - that's not who I am with anyone else, not by a long shot."

Jeongin

The insistent rhythm of knocking shattered the stillness of your 3 am slumber. Groaning, you stumbled towards the door, your vision blurry with sleep. There, bathed in the pale moonlight filtering through the peephole, stood Jeongin. "Jeongin? What are you doing here at..." you squinted at your phone, "3 am?" He offered no immediate answer, his silence a heavy weight in the hallway. Then, in a swift move, he stepped past you, pushing the door closed and dragging you with him into the living room. The air crackled with a raw, uncharacteristic intensity. He flopped onto the sofa, his jacket landing in a crumpled heap beside him. You followed suit, still blinking sleep from your eyes and trying to decipher the storm brewing on his face. "I feel so disappointed," he finally uttered, the words sharp and heavy in the quiet room. His gaze, usually alight with playful mischief, was now clouded with a mix of hurt and frustration. "About what?" you asked, your voice still thick with sleep and confusion. "About you," he spat, each word punctuated by a sigh. "About me. About us." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exasperation. "Why did I have to hear it from someone else? That stupid gossip train, spreading rumors like wildfire..." He paused, his jaw clenched tightly. "To hear that we actually… love each other." His voice softened, laced with a vulnerability you’d rarely witnessed. "I always thought we had no secrets. We shared everything, right? So why this? Why did you keep this hidden, Y/N? What the hell are we doing?" The secret, once a delicate bud kept close to your heart, had finally bloomed into the open.

While you knew its petals would unfold eventually, you hadn't expected them to burst forth at 3 am, with Jeongin standing on your doorstep, his eyes a whirlwind of emotions. He stood before you, the moonlight tracing his silhouette against the doorway. "I like you, okay?" he blurted, his voice raw with a vulnerability you'd rarely seen. "So much more than you might even know." His confession, unexpected yet familiar, echoed back to you through the hushed hallway. You weren't surprised by the sentiment itself, but the sheer force of his delivery, the late-night timing, it all painted a picture of a storm brewing under his usual playful exterior. He continued, his voice taking on a self-deprecating tone, "I just wanted to have fun at the party, you know? But then your friend mentioned this crush you had, and wouldn't you know it, the 'lucky guy' turned out to be me. Can you believe it?" A wry smile flitted across your lips, the absurdity of the situation momentarily dispelling the tension. The clock on the wall ticked incessantly, each tick a tiny hammer tapping against the silence that hung heavy between you. "I really want to be your boyfriend," he pressed on, his voice dropping an octave. "Not just stuck in this 'best friend' zone anymore." He met your gaze, his eyes searching for some sign of reciprocation, some hidden echo of his own feelings. You remained silent, your heart an orchestra of indecision. The weight of his unspoken question, the years of shared laughter and secrets, it all settled on your shoulders like a tangible cloak. "But I didn't know," he admitted, a tremor in his voice.

"Didn't know if you could ever feel the same about a clutz like me. So I kept quiet, never dared to say it. Made you wait, maybe, for too long? Am I a jerk for that?" His question, laced with self-doubt and a hint of desperation, ripped through the veil of your silence. You weren't angry, not at him. This late-night confession, born from a mix of courage and uncertainty, deserved more than silence. It deserved honesty, a bridge built from whispered truths and shared vulnerabilities. His invitation hung in the air, a playful challenge disguised as a simple question. "Let's go on a date," he said, his voice laced with a teasing lilt. You hummed, your reply more of a gentle brushstroke against the canvas of the moment than a definitive answer. Glancing at the clock ticking away on the wall, you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Right," you agreed, tracing the numbers with your finger, "a date sounds lovely. But maybe," you added, your voice dipping lower, "not at this ungodly hour." He closed the space between you, his warmth enveloping you like a familiar embrace. You inhaled the comforting scent of his cologne, a scent that now spoke of shared laughter and lingering kisses. "True," he conceded, burying his face in your hair. "Rest does sound tempting. But," his voice dipped to a conspiratorial whisper, "how about a rain check for tomorrow? A real date, with sunlight and stolen glances across a café table?" He tightened his hug, the gesture an unspoken plea and a promise all at once. "And," he added, his breath tickling your ear, "I'm far too lazy to crawl home tonight. This couch, with you nestled beside me, is far too perfect to abandon."

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Like a Train | Arven x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen+

Summary: You and Arven are best buds. After he makes a minor change in his appearance, you're left wondering why you suddenly want more than that.

Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range! Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years. Finally, the academy takes students of all ages (as you see in the game), but I wrote it with more of a college setting in mind.

Thank you for understanding!! ^^ Please see the end for more notes x

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“Aha. Perfect timing to make eye contact,” Raifort calls out, followed by my name. She then proceeds to ask a question about what she was just discussing, knowing that I wasn’t paying attention.

Instead, I was engaged in a quiet, heated discussion with my desk-mate, research partner, and one of my only friends in Paldea so far… about our teacher’s hair.

Why does that one piece of her fringe move so much? Is it sentient? Is it a glitch in the life-simulation? Would it bleed if she were to cut or shave it off? Does she know it does that? Does she do it on purpose somehow? This is important stuff!

“Get fucked,” my accomplice whispers as I stutter out gibberish. I try to gather my thoughts and come up with something to appease Raifort.

Once I realize it’s to no avail, I give up, lean back in my seat, and shoot my friend a squint. One that silently says, ‘I hate you, if she gets mad it is totally your fault, I will kill you if you make this any worse.’

Smirking, Arven’s leaning on our shared desk with both elbows, with his hands against his forehead. He’s using his right one to hold a pen, as well as keep his bangs out of the corresponding eye, and he’s slightly turned towards me. Making sure he can inconspicuously watch me suffer at his expense, with that pretty teal gaze of his. I am but a jester in his court. Luckily, Raifort catches on and calls the man out.

“Oh, perhaps you would like to answer the question instead, Master Arven?”

His head whips up, and he drops his bangs (and nearly his pen). “N-no thank you, ma’am.”

Raifort sighs, letting this exchange slide with a curt glare, and continues her lecture.

I snort back a laugh, covering it up by clearing my throat. Then, I softly parrot “Get fucked,” into Arven’s ear, nudging his elbow with mine. Just as we both break into a fit of giggles, we’re saved by the bell.

“You’re a prick,” I laugh as I shove my notes into my backpack.

“No you,” Arven quips. Very original. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, shifting the conversation.

“Well,” I ponder, “You wanted to scope out the area where our next titan allegedly lives this week, yeah?” He nods, walking in front of me as we exit the class. “Cool, then let’s go!”

“What? Now?!” I nod and hum enthusiastically as I wrap around to his left. He looks out the nearby window at the sunset, and his one visible eyebrow furrows as he turns to face me. “Don’t get me wrong little buddy, I love the enthusiasm, but it’s a bit late for that. It’ll be dark by the time we’re on site.”

I let my trusty Fuecoco out of its Pokéball. It looks up at us as we slow to a halt, and I present it to Arven, arms stretched out towards the Pokémon. “Our flashlight!”

Fuecoco, wanting to help, does its own little pose. Its arms promptly spread, and it balances on one stubby leg, shaking as it tries not to fall over.

Arven bites back a smile and rolls his eyes. “We went to a ton of classes today, I don’t want to do more work.”

I scoop up Fuecoco and scratch under its chin before we continue walking. “We can camp, too...”

Arven deadpans me, pursing his lips in frustration. He loves camping. There’s no way he’ll turn down a late-night adventure if it ends with a good ol’ camp!

“I’ll let you make the sandwiches,” I sing, trying to convince him further.

We reach the entrance hall and pull off to a nearby pillar to get out of other students’ ways. After placing his backpack on the ground next to his legs, Arven crosses his arms and leans against the pillar. I lean against the nearest wall, about 2 feet away. Fuecoco is having a blast inspecting all the passing students from my arms, occasionally waving to their accompanied Pokémons.

“You won’t just give them all to the lizardmobile?” he asks, staring down at me with contempt.

“Shouldn’t you be flattered that ‘Raidon loves your cooking?!” I whine. I shake my head, and knowing Arven’s retort already, I cut him off before he can even start. “Either way, no promises, but I swear to Arceus I won’t complain about being hungry.”

A heavy sigh leaves the ambiguously blond’s nostrils. “…Go on,” Arven prompts, wanting more bribes.

I squint at him. He gives me a smug grin. “Hmm,” I dramatically hum in thought. “I’ll pay for the ingredients.”

“And?”

“I’ll get stuff to make s’mores, too.”

“And?”

“What more do you want from me, dude?!”

His smile is now downright evil, and he stays silent. He untucks a hand to vaguely gesture at me, then crosses it back into his arms, waiting for me to continue.

“I can, uh.” I look around for ideas, but I’ve got nothing. “I dunno…” I wince, knowing that ‘I dunno’ is not a very convincing offer.

He chuckles.

Noticing how sleepy Fuecoco seems to be getting, I return it. Now, it’s time to use my last resort.

“Pleeease?” I pout. Fidgeting with Fuecoco’s ball. Tucking my arms behind my back and swiveling my upper body to feign innocence. Batting my eyelashes for added effect.

It looks like there’s a hint of rosiness to Arven’s cheeks as he gives in, clutching his fists. He turns his head in another direction, shutting his eyes. What a drama queen! I beam, though, knowing what this means.

“Fine.” I open my mouth to cheer, but he holds up a palm to stop me. “But we’re only investigating for an hour.”

I scowl. “2 hours.” I make my way to the nearest hallway and dig through my bag for my student ID.

“Hour and a half.”

“3 hours!”

“No?”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” He laughs, following me. “Go pack before I change my mind.”

“You don’t need to?” I question, swiping my card at the station closest to the elevators. Arven reaches behind himself and pats his obnoxiously large backpack. I roll my eyes in response. “Wait here, then. I’ll try to be quick.”

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Arven was right. After a quick stop at Deli Cioso, we made our way on ‘Raidon to the steel titan’s location, where it was pitch black. Only had the moon, the stars, and Fuecoco as our guiding light.

We tried to work with it: Observing the various burrows in the cliffsides, the uniform cracks in the ground, the way the earth would occasionally rumble beneath us. But when Fuecoco was startled by a cheeky Misdreavous, it accidentally lit the corner of my notebook on fire. We took that as a sign to call it a night.

Arven and I found a nice spot to make camp, high up and overlooking a distant Levincia. I can’t wait to go there for the gym challenge. Maybe I’ll try to spend a few nights there with my prize money.

I take a break from my daydreaming and turn back to see Arven setting up a foldable table to make food on. Or, at least he’s trying to. Both of our teams are very eager to get in his way. My Tinkatuff keeps whacking its hammer at the table legs, shaking it up, while Arven’s Toedscruel pokes at his back, wanting attention.

“Need any help?”

“No,” he stubbornly mumbles.

I roll my eyes and find a spot to sit by the campfire. My back is up against a tree, and I’m on a spare blanket that I brought specifically for this purpose. Figured it’s better than letting our pants get all dirty on the ground.

Just as I’m getting cozy, I hear a frustrated “Oh, you little shits!” I peer up, and my friend is looking at me from his workstation, his features riddled with defeat.

The table is covered in sandwich-picks, salt, pepper, and lettuce, which Arven’s Greedent is eagerly munching away at. Poor guy can’t do anything about it because my Eevee is parkouring between his arms and shoulders, slipping right out from his grasp every time he thinks he can grab it.

I can’t help but laugh at the mess unraveling before me, but get up to help anyway. After returning each of my Pokémon to their balls, Arven is able to do the same.

“Not having a chance to battle all day must’ve really amped them up,” he grumbles, cleaning the spilled food and condiments.

I lean over the table, opposite from him. “Excuse me for wanting to take a day off from the treasure hunt to make sure neither of us will flunk out.”

“I didn’t even need most of the classes we went to today.”

“Technically, you do,” I point out. “You’re, like, way behind on credits, no?” He scoffs, and incoherently grumbles under his breath. Trying to think on the bright side, I add on, “Cheer up, bud. Being able to pick when we go to which classes and who we go with is cool, at least. My last college would never.”

“True,” he grunts, lugging out a portable generator to plug his panini press into. “Still doesn’t make me enjoy any of it.”

After rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Arven dips his head down, pulling a hair tie out from one of his pockets. I’m about to nag him, like, ‘The better you do, the sooner you’ll be done, and I can help you study,’ and all that. But instead, he stands up straight again, and my brain short-circuits.

Forearms. Broad shoulders. Both eyes. Ponytail. Baby hairs— oh, he’s pinning them back. Those eyes. Both eyes! Eyebrows. Neck… thick. Hair… up… Oh Arceus the puffy vest is coming off too.

Hrng. Shit.

Arven says something but I don’t hear him. Have his lips always looked so nice? Since when is he this attractive? How do I look? Do I look okay? Does he think I look okay?

A large hand snaps in front of my face, and I hear my name being sternly spoken by the man in front of me. I blink a few times, coming to. How long was I staring for?

“W-wha—?”

“Everything okay, amiguito?”

Both of Arven’s bushy eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks concerned for me, albeit amused. My cheeks feel warm with blush, and I can only hope that he doesn’t notice it.

“Y-yeah, uh,” I struggle to form words. “Tired, I guess.”

His eyes zigzag around my face… and he looks… so... Oh no, oh no oh no oh no he is so hot. And he totally can see how red my face is with how bright the nearby fire is. He’s about to pry — I can tell by his arms folding across his chest — but I make a swift escape.

“Oops! Leftsomethinginthetent!”

I can comfortably stand up straight in our tent, but opt to fall to my knees, curling into a ball while I try to get my act together.

I’ve thought Arven was cute ever since I met him a few months ago. But I’ve never felt, like… like this. It doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never looked into his eyes and felt Butterfrees in my stomach. I’ve never looked at his mouth and wanted to kiss it. I’ve never looked at his neck and wondered what it would look like covered in love bites. My love bites.

Or… I don’t think I have…?

I spend a few heartbeats wracking my brain for clues. Seeing if this is as sudden as it feels like it is. But like a train, I’m hit with thoughts of all the stolen glimpses I’ve taken in passing. Of my stomach doing flips when Arven murmurs my name a certain way. His smile sometimes being all it takes to brighten my worst days. The way I’ve memorized the feeling of his hand wrapped with mine, pulling me off the ground or ripping me away from danger…

Oh god.

It makes complete sense, actually.

How in the world am I supposed to go back out there and focus on anything other than him, now that it’s all clicked?

Phew. I gotta breathe. I can do this! I’ll just act how I usually do. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Right!

I check my appearance with my phone’s camera, take another deep breath, and emerge back outdoors. Rather than meeting Arven at the table, I sit by the fire again. I feel eyes on me, and feeling hopeful that it’s a wild Pokémon, I look up at Arven… who’s looking at me.

“What?”

“¿Qué pasa?” he asks. “You seem weird.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Peachy as a pecha berry.”

“Sure...”

“I am!”

He sighs, and continues assembling our sandwiches. “Did… did I do something wrong?” Arven asks.

“What?”

“I-I do really appreciate that you want me to do well in classes, if that’s what this is about. It’s amazing that you help me out as much as you do, and I’m sorry if it didn’t seem like—”

My brows furrow as I cut him off, “What?! Arven, i-it’s fine, I get you. This has nothing to do with that.”

“Aha!” He whips around to face me after putting one of the sandwiches into the heated press. “Something is up.”

My mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find words. Then, I frown. Then, I look at the fire. If I ignore him, he’ll surely drop it, right?

Wrong.

I hear footsteps, but don’t look up. I see something crouching near me, but I shift my eyes the other way. Then, I hear a thump in each ear and see a shadow in my peripherals. I finally look up, and Arven’s arms are outstretched to either side of me. When I meet his eyes, I realize that his face is closer than I could’ve ever expected it to be. Oh Arceus above.

“A-Arven?!”

“Please let me help you, bud. All I want is to be able to help you the way you’ve been helping Mabosstiff and I.”

I’ve only ever known Arven to be persistent, and a little clingy, and self-conscious enough to max out both of those traits at certain times. Realistically, I should’ve seen something like this coming. But even if I did, nothing could have prepared me for him to cage me against a tree. Face inches from mine. Both eyes boring into mine with concern.

What am I supposed to say?! ‘Sorry, but you’re ridiculously attractive, and apparently I have feelings for you, and I only realized that because you pUT YOUR HAIR IN A STUPID FUCKING PONYTAIL—‘

He addresses me again, softer this time. My eyes are trained on his smooth lips, drinking in the way they ebb as he speaks my name. I snap out of my trance, and when I look into his eyes, there’s a certain vulnerability I’ve only seen come out when it comes to his partner Pokémon.

Oh god damnit.

There’s no getting out of this.

I let out a shaky breath, and all I can manage to squeak out, is “Y-you… you’re really handsome, is all. Caught me off guard.” I mean, it’s half-true.

I look down, worried about what expression I’ll see in Arven’s eyes. I mean to look ‘through’ him, but instead I’m focused on his lips again. I gnaw at my own bottom one to stop myself from leaning in towards my friend’s.

When I notice how silent he’s been, I bravely peek up, and his cheeks are a deep, tamato berry red. His eyebrows twitch, unsure of where to settle. It’s adorable. And his mouth is open ever so slightly, like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what or how.

As if the universe is trying to save me, Arven and I smell something burning, and lock widened eyes. I peek past him at the fire, while he removes his palms from the tree and twists his upper body towards the table.

“Shit!” Arven exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

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“I can’t believe you’re eating that.”

I look up from my plate and shrug. “The fillings even out the taste of char.”

Arven laughs. “You’re nasty. Even your dumb lizard didn’t want it.”

“Duh, it has a refined palette.” Through another half-mouthful of burnt bread, melted cheese, and various proteins and veggies, I continue, “It’sh been shpoiled by your herba myshtica concoctionsh.”

Swiping the crumbs of his finished sandwich off his pants and onto his empty plate, Arven responds, “Fair. But still, I could’ve just made you a new one.” He nods over to Levincia, and adds, “‘Raidon could have brought you down there for more bread and back in only a few minutes, no?”

“Well, probably, but I didn’t wanna wait.”

He puts the plate down beside him and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back onto the same tree he had me pinned against no more than 20 minutes ago. His eyes are closed. He looks so peaceful. So pretty…

Nope. Gotta stop. I can’t gawk at him again. I’ve done more than enough of that.

“Plus,” I add to my previous statement, “I don’t like to be wasteful.”

“You're like a Garbodor.”

I gasp, feigning offense. Even though Arven can’t see my expression, the corners of his lips are upturned.

“If I were a pokémon I’d be something way cuter, thank you very much.”

Wanting to get it out of the way, I hork down the last bite of my sandwich. The warmed fillings truly are delicious, but we have no utensils, and I didn’t wanna get my hands even dirtier, so I had to settle for using the burnt bread as a vessel. It’s not exactly an easy eat.

“Sí… Mas pequeño, también,” Arven clarifies.

After chasing my food with a bunch of water, I respond, “Exaaactly.”

“Like… a Wooper.” I open my mouth to agree, and knowing me too well, he holds up a finger to stop me. His lids open slightly as he side-eyes me. “A Paldean Wooper. Not the blue ones you had back in wherever-the-hell.”

I tuck my legs to my chest and snort back a laugh. “Are you telling me I look like a Wooper covered in shit?”

“Are you insulting the fauna of my country?” I deadpan him, and his smile grows. “Also, yes, I am calling you a Wooper covered in shit.” I roll my eyes at his confirmation.

“I tell you that you look good, and this is the thanks I get…” I mumble into my knees.

As if he’d forgotten, Arven’s eyes widen. A thick blush coats his nose and cheeks, and my own face copies. Fuck. Why did I say that? Everything was going so well.

“Y-you… hah,” he lets out a breathy laugh and continues, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I mutter under my breath, “Arceus, why did I bring that up again?”

Arven leans off of the tree and swivels his body to face mine. “I do.” I wanna punch that cocky smirk off his face sooo badly. Restraining myself, I look down. “I thought I said something to upset you,” he laments, prompting me to look back up. “But instead, you were just in awe of my dashing good looks.” He punctuates his sentence with a flick at his ponytail.

I feel myself getting flustered again, so I can’t think of a witty response. I just laugh into my knees, and hug them closer. The laugh trails into a frustrated growl. Then, I grumble something that I barely even understand, followed by a surprised squeak when I feel a large palm ruffling my hair.

“Seriously, though, what else is wrong?”

“Nothing?” I mutter out while smoothing Arven’s mess.

“What do you mean? It can’t be just that.”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell ya, big guy. The ponytail is a good look for you.”

“...You’re messing with me, ¿sí?”

“Just take the compliment!” I snap. “You’re hot, Arven. I don’t typically function as intended when I’m around people I like.”

Wide, turquoise eyes pierce into mine. “‘Like,’ eh?”

In disbelief that I’m spewing all this right now, I bury my face into my hands. Trying to maneuver around the situation, I ramble, “I mean, you’ve seen me with Saguaro. My ability to form coherent words eludes me when I’m around that hunk.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Arven.”

“And you like m—“

“Bud.”

“Amiguito—“

“Please stop,” I whine, trying not to actually cry or throw a tantrum.

The crackling of the campfire fills empty space, assisted by the occasional lokix chirp. Waves crash in the distance, but any bustle coming from Levincia is silent to us. A few moments go by, and still feeling Arven’s eyes on me, I sigh.

“It’s just… weird for me,” I quietly explain. “You’re my best friend. I never expected to suddenly be hit with feelings any greater than that.”

“Just to clarify,” he teases, “this happened because I put my hair up?”

“I mean,” I trail off to find my wording. Looking everywhere except his face. “I-I’m sure it was brewing longer than that and I just didn’t realize. It’s dumb, I know, but—”

Arven shuffles over to make more space in front of the tree. Shifting his position from cross-legged to sitting on his knees, he then pulls me closer to him, by the waist, all while his eyes never stray from mine. Then, just like earlier, he traps me against the tree. Last time he did this, his eyes were filled with worry. This time, they’re dark with want. Oh good god.

Dumbfounded by the intimate touch, and how he’s looking at me, and how close we are, and the way he’s now cupping my face with one of his hands and moving his face closer to my face oh my god, I stutter, “W-what are you—?!”

“Cállate, pendejo,” he whispers, just before his lips meet mine.

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Author’s Note 2.0, I guess: *I’m not a native Spanish speaker, so please correct me if I’m wrong!! But I went with “male” endings to words because like, iirc, addressing something with a male pronoun is the closest there is to gender-neutrality in a case like this? I think? And I wanted this to be as ungendered as I could make it so anyone can feel welcome :’)

Also! The Raifort hair thing refers to a glitch in my game LOL Idk if it's a universal experience but I thought it would be fun to add in

I hope you enjoyed! Take care x

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tearwolfe · 6 months

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sorry i have the absolute worst brain worms imaginable right now. first ruikasa fic, let's go.

like my last and only other fic, this one is set in my supercyber AU- a project sekai cyberpunk x supernatural (genre) dystopian world. characters are aged up in this AU, which really doesn't have much to do with the fic itself other than the fact that rui has an apartment.

as for a summary... vampire!tsukasa does his vampire things (blood sucking) and rui nearly passes out. enjoy <3

(content warnings: blood, vampire shenanigans, making out, a little bit of hurt/comfort)

FANDOM: Project Sekai: Colorful Stage

CHARACTERS: Rui Kamishiro, Tsukasa Tenma

WORD COUNT: 2,941

The morning when Tsukasa got back, Rui knew something was off. He didn’t go off on some long tangent about how something crazy happened like he did on occasion when he wasn’t feeling at his best. He just entered the apartment, grumbled a greeting to the alchemist who had been working on a new project on the kitchen floor, and trudged off to the bathroom. The sight Rui got of him was covered in dark, maroon blood. This wasn’t particularly surprising, he had gotten quite used to the pungent odor of rogue blood. Even so, his lack of enthusiasm was worrying.

Rui decided that he was going to talk to him whenever he got out of the shower. He put a pause on his project, putting the pieces into a box that would be safe, out of harm’s way. He pushed the box to the side of the kitchen and stood up, pulling the goggles off of his head. Living with Tsukasa had turned him into a night owl of sorts. He would spend all night working on new inventions while the vampire was out, and when Tsukasa would return, he would spend the morning with him, before the two slept the afternoon away. He figured it was a dangerous cycle, as a human never really having time to see the sunlight, but he was happy to just be with Tsukasa. He was the only light Rui needed.

After a bit of waiting around, Tsukasa finally stepped out of the bathroom. His long hair was still damp, and he had changed into one of Rui’s old t-shirts. The alchemist noticed that his eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Tsukasa-kun!” He dashed over to greet him, hoping that the shower had refreshed him. “How was your night?” Rui gave him a smile, stopping just a few paces in front of the vampire.

Tsukasa grunted in response, looking past him. “It was fine, nothing really to talk about.”

This was wholly unusual. Rui knew that he loved to talk. Something was definitely wrong.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” he asked, turning his head and giving Tsukasa a once-over. He didn’t seem to have any obvious, life-threatening wounds.

“I said I’m fine. I just want to go to bed.” He was given such a curt response. Though his words were believable, the tone of his voice said otherwise. Not wanting to just stand there longer than he had to, Tsukasa pushed past Rui, headed toward the apartment bedroom.

A hand gripped onto his wrist stopped him.

He whipped back around, a wild look in his eyes, and his fangs bared. The image shocked Rui- never had Tsukasa snapped at him like that before. “Let. Go of me.” He felt the tendon in his wrist shift as he flexed his claws. Rui’s stomach churned, a nervous feeling welling up inside of him. Even so, he refused to release the hold on him.

“Tsukasa, let me help you. Talk to me.”

His scarlet eyes bore deep into Rui. The vampire swallowed thickly, a small bead of saliva escaping his lips. The crazy look he had turned to one of desperation, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Tsukasa let out a shaky breath. “Do you trust me?”

What kind of question was that? Rui’s face remained stern. “Of course I do,” he spoke in response. The grip on his wrist loosened.

“I need your blood. Please.” It sounded like he was begging. The pang of fear inside him turned into empathy. It was true, now that Rui thought about it, that he had never once seen the vampire drink blood. He never questioned him about it, knowing that vampires had their own way to source blood without harming people. But to hear Tsukasa sound so frantic really made him feel for him. There wasn’t much Rui could think of that he wouldn’t do for him.

He had always wondered what having his blood drank from the fangs of a vampire felt like.

Rui just nodded, noticing the slight look of relief in Tsukasa’s eyes. What would he have done if I said no..?

Tsukasa pulled his arm from the loose hold and took the alchemist’s hand instead, guiding him into the living room. Almost forcefully, he pushed him toward the couch, climbing on after him. Everything seemed to happen so fast that it overwhelmed Rui- one moment he was standing in front of the bathroom, and now he was shoved onto the couch, the vampire hovering over him, saliva dripping from his lips.

“Hey, hold on-” he grabbed onto Tsukasa’s shoulders, preventing him from diving straight into his neck. His face was flushed, golden eyes wide. “Not the neck. Not yet.” Rui looked away, embarrassed.

The pitiful whine he heard from the other was not something he expected. Tsukasa sat back, next to Rui on the couch, who glanced back at him. A defeated expression was plastered across his face, thick drool cascading down his chin, his breathing heavy.

Oh my god, it was worse than he thought.

As much as the unprecedented sight of Tsukasa sitting before him like that stirred his curiosity, he couldn’t just let him suffer and starve. Rui pulled the glove off his human hand and presented his arm to him.

“Here, my arm is fine.” He paused, feeling the need to explain. “My neck is just too.. Intimate right now. Not for the first time.” He scratched the back of his neck with his opposite hand, a light blush crossing his nose. Tsukasa didn’t argue. He wasted no time pulling Rui’s arm closer and hunching over.

A gasp escaped the alchemist’s mouth, the pain of Tsukasa’s fangs deep into his skin taking him by surprise. The sting was quickly eased as a numbing sensation traveled up his arm, focused around the bite. He grunted softly, the vampire now sucking at the wound.

Rui allowed himself to relax, slowing his breathing. There was an absence of pain now, which piqued the alchemist’s interest. It would continue to hurt if a human had bitten and sucked on the wound, however because Tsukasa was a vampire, it seemed he had a mechanism that quelled the pain. Perhaps it was a paralyzing agent all vampires contained, in order to immobilize their prey? Thinking of himself as Tsukasa’s prey made him shudder. He averted his eyes, his face flushing at the thought.

The pressure on his arm was released, and he took a deep breath. When the vampire slowly lifted his head from the spot he had latched to, Rui peered at his arm. Two punctures were left behind, tiny spots of blood bubbling up from under his skin. The area was wet from saliva.

Tsukasa’s eyes met his, their usual sunset orange a deep red. A small trail of blood trickled from his parted lips. Rui’s mind had gone foggy- why was he so trained on his lips? The hand that was formerly wrapped around Rui’s arm moved to sit on his knee, and Tsukasa leaned forward.

“Rui, can I kiss you?” he asked, eye contact unwavering. With the way Tsukasa was looking at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth opened enough to reveal two pointed teeth, Rui felt like his question was more of a demand. He could barely give him a nod before the vampire closed the gap between them.

He felt a cold hand reach up to hold his flushed face. As Tsukasa’s lips pressed into his, he closed his eyes, submitting to his affection. The blond moved closer, swinging a leg over Rui’s legs, and shifting his body to straddle his lap. Rui gasped at the sudden adjustment, but Tsukasa just pushed deeper into the kiss. His hands found themselves a spot on his back, holding onto his thin shirt.

Rui was finding it exceptionally difficult to think. Between the movement against his lips and the newfound weight in his lap, he was afflicted with a warm feeling inside him, even warmer than the blush across his cheeks.

A wetness touched his lips, and Rui quickly gave in. He parted his lips, allowing Tsukasa’s tongue inside. He was immediately met with the metallic taste of blood. Only moments before, his vampire was eagerly drinking from his arm. There was something so personal about tasting his own blood from the mouth of someone else. Wait, his vampire? God, Rui was in deep now. A soft moan escaped his throat as Tsukasa pushed deeper into his mouth, his tongue pressing against his own. He felt hands tangled in his plum hair, tugging gently. The blond returned a hungry moan into Rui, clearly enjoying the work he was doing.

Rui’s breathing grew heavier as the kiss increased in passion. It felt so, so good, kissing Tsukasa like this. He held on tight to the other’s back, desperately not wanting to let go. The fog in his brain was only thickening, clouding his thoughts further. The touch of Tsukasa’s sharp fangs in his mouth drove him nearly mad. He wouldn’t mind being bitten by those teeth every day. Just the thought caused his already-flushed cheeks to darken. It was becoming hard to breathe.

Tsukasa pulled his mouth away, licking the saliva from his lips. The alchemist’s eyes fluttered open, noting the defined rising and falling of the vampire’s chest. Tsukasa was so pretty. It was unusual for him to be so direct. Not that Rui didn’t enjoy him so unwaveringly taking charge. He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open, and leaned into the back of the couch. He felt as if his consciousness was going to easily slip away, and his breathing was ragged.

“Rui..?” he heard a familiar voice. He hummed in response, turning his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck. “Rui!” he jolted awake, Tsukasa’s hands now on his shoulders, shaking him. His wide eyes met the vampire’s, formerly red returned to their usual orange.

The unmistakable feeling of dizziness overtook Rui. He closed his eyes once again, letting out a groan. “Shit,” Tsukasa cursed under his breath, just loud enough for Rui to register. The weight that had once sat upon him had left. The sound of footsteps departed, and returned as quickly as they had gone. He felt the couch shift.

“Here, drink.” Despite his tiredness, Rui opened his eyes. Tsukasa, now sat next to him on the couch, was holding an opened bottle of water to his lips. He weakly nodded his head, and the bottle was lifted upward, allowing the water to glide into his mouth. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he had become. The cool water felt so nice going down his throat. After a few moments, Tsukasa pulled the bottle away from him and screwed the cap back on. Rui watched as he put it down on the ground in front of the couch, and when he leaned back up, he noticed that the vampire had something else in his hands. He fiddled with it, the familiar sound of tearing plastic met Rui’s ears.

Now, Tsukasa held a breakfast bar in front of his mouth. “Eat this.”

Sense was beginning to return to Rui. His mind was certainly still muddled, but the warm feeling he had was going away. “What? Are you my mother or something?” he finally spoke. Tsukasa, however, was not taking this as an answer, so he shoved one end of the bar into Rui’s mouth before he had a chance to close it. He let out a muffled grunt, lifting his hand to take the other end of the breakfast bar, and took a bite.

As he chewed, Tsukasa explained. “I.. I haven’t taken blood directly from the source in a while,” he stated, a nervous edge to his voice. “I forgot that it wasn’t a good idea for you to uhm.. Not eat anything before. And I was really hungry.” He had his gaze trained on something past Rui, refusing to make direct eye contact. “I’m really sorry, I got carried away.” The pointed tips of his ears were becoming flushed. He stood up once again, swiftly making a trip to the bathroom.

Although the dizziness began to subside, Rui still felt tired. The cloudiness in his mind was dissipating. It was somehow reassuring that the way he felt was due to blood loss, rather than being down so astronomically bad for the vampire like he initially thought. He silently finished his bar and wadded up the wrapper, throwing it onto the floor. That was a problem for future Rui to deal with.

Once Tsukasa returned, he held a small, plastic container. He opened it, revealing the contents inside to be first-aid supplies. He knelt on the ground, in front of the couch, and gently took Rui’s arm. The blood had stopped flowing for some time now, and it had begun to dry. He pulled out a packaged disinfecting wipe and unwrapped it, pressing the wipe to his wound. The contact of the disinfectant on the puncture stung, causing Rui to clench his teeth. He let out a strained sigh as the vampire softly rubbed at the area, making sure to clean any excess blood. Once that was done, Rui watched Tsukasa take a larger band aid from the first-aid kit, unwrap it, and stick it onto the bite mark. He paused for a few moments, staring at his work, before returning to the container to shut it. He stood up, preparing to make an exit from the living room, but Rui leaned forward and took hold of his wrist.

“Come here, it’s okay. I’m fine,” Rui reassured, tugging on his arm to pull him back to the couch. The look Tsukasa gave him stabbed right through his heart; his eyes were wide, tears threatening to fall, and his typical smile was replaced with a frown. Oh, god. “No, no, no, don’t cry!”

Tsukasa brought his hand up to his face, shaking his head. “I’m not!” His arm was pulled again, and this time he fell onto the couch next to the alchemist. Rui let go of his wrist, moving his arm to wrap it around the other, and pulled him closer. “I just- I don’t want to hurt you. And I messed up,” he sniffled, leaning into his touch.

“You didn’t hurt me, like I said before, I’m fine,” Rui soothed, rubbing circles into the blond’s side. Tsukasa looked up at him. His eyes were glistening, but his cheeks were not wet. That was a relief. Rui didn’t want to be the reason for Tsukasa to cry. He had found himself becoming more and more attached to this goofy vampire that dropped so abruptly into his life. He wouldn’t want to do anything to drive him away. The status of their particular relationship refused to be given a name- they weren’t lovers, but they were clearly more than friends. It was a complicated matter to the alchemist, so Rui didn’t particularly feel the need to ask Tsukasa’s feelings on the situation. The two lived in comfortable affection.

Rui averted his eyes. “Anyway, I kind of… enjoyed it.” Blush was creeping up his neck and across his face. Was that weird to admit…? The initial sting of Tsukasa’s fangs breaking his skin, paired with the paralyzing numbness that came after, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so personal, so intimate, Rui now wondered how it would feel to have the blood sucked from his neck, rather than the arm. He didn’t have any blood to spare right now, but… his eyes landed back on Tsukasa’s, who was just staring at him, face as equally red.

“Hmm..?” Rui’s voice came out higher than expected. This was so embarrassing.

“Enjoyed it?” the vampire repeated back to him. He nodded. There was a brief awkward silence where the two just stared at each other, until Tsukasa broke it with a smirk, followed by a chuckle.

Tsukasa’s hand reached up, fingertips brushing the side of Rui’s neck. He did not consider himself a bashful guy by any means, but by god, Tsukasa was going to turn him to jelly. “Of course you did,” he spoke, as if Rui were just stating the obvious. “I didn’t take you for the kind of person who wouldn’t bend to the temptation of a vampire.”

HUH? “What’s that supposed to mean?!” the alchemist choked out, golden eyes flitting about the room before landing back on the smug-faced Tsukasa. The chipper air had returned to him. However, he seemed to be using the change in mood for evil. His finger hooked under his choker, tugging against his throat slightly. This caused a noise to escape Rui that he wasn’t even aware he could make, his cheeks now bright red. Tsukasa pressed a kiss to his neck.

“-kasa please,” he breathed out, “you’re going to make me pass out for real this time.”

The vampire seemed to contemplate his options, before tilting back away from him. His hand trailed from his neck, down to his collarbone, and stayed there. “I am glad though, Rui.” His eyes rested on the other’s chest. “That you trust me. That’s not something I’m used to- coming from a human. Thank you for that.”

Rui smiled. Tsukasa was so genuine with him, the care he shared would be difficult to put in words, but he truly appreciated the time he put into what they had. Even if their circumstances were odd, Rui loved the time spent with him. He pulled his hand up, running it through blond hair. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Tsukasa’s forehead.

“I’d do anything for you, starshine.”

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