#He just sees them as being good at interacting with others because they’re confident around him

[clegfly]

I hate how the fandom just assumed hero and Mari are extroverts. Like they have four friends and three of them are their little brothers’ friends

#just because someone’s optimistic or outgoing doesn’t mean they’re an extrovert silly #Take me for example #I’m loud as fuck and act outwardly confident as often as possible but would die if I had to talk to someone I don’t know that well #though this misinterpretation can be explained! In headspace hero and Mari are very extroverted #And I believe this is because sunny looks up to them #He just sees them as being good at interacting with others because they’re confident around him #Uh oh OMORI analysis hours! #No but actually I think they interact with others so often in headspace for this reason #Sunny sees them as confident older sibling figures #he believes that they’re good at talking to others because of the way he perceives them #When in reality they don’t really interact with anybody else. And I think that’s really neat #and a very cool little detail #I could be VERY wrong and we just don’t see them interact with others often #But this is just my observations ha #sun’s silly ramblings #omori #omori hero #omori mari

[heliads]

Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻

anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos

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You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.

You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.

Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.

Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.

It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.

Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand. 

Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.

The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.

This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.

It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.

You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.

Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?

Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.

The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.

Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.

You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.

Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”

You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”

In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”

You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”

You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”

Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”

When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”

You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”

You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”

“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.

That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.

“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”

And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.

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˚༄ Tìyora Pt 1

༊ Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader ༊ Enemies to Lovers ༊ 4.4k words Warnings: competitive violence, bet, kuru pulling, p in v, reader hates Aonung THIS WILL BE A SERIES!!!! *Note that reader is practically Neytiri's twin, like mother like daughter. I chose this photo bc when writing I like picturing an OC or different face in my mind, and this one looks different enough from Neytiri's other scenes, but similar enough that reader has all the good Sully genes*

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It’s not like you’d never felt annoyance before. You had, of course. You couldn’t have survived your entire life with Lo’ak as your brother without having felt annoyed, trying to clean up his messed. You wouldn’t have survived your entire life without being annoyed by being berated by Neteyam for cleaning up your messes.

But now, you’re pissed the fuck off. It’s not just that you’d been held hostage by a stupid group of avatars, or that now you’d needed to leave your clan and fly a million miles to seek uturu in the fucking ocean, but it was the people.

Tsireya was a sweetie, Tonowari admired your bravery, and Ronal found your determination endearing (though she kept it to herself). But Aonung was a whole other story.

You could count on your five-fingered hand how many times you’d gone a minute in his presence without wanting to punch his smug stupid face. You could count with no fingers. Because you hadn’t gone a minute without wanting to punch him.

And now here you are, face to face with the fucking skxawng once again. There’d been several interactions like this. When Aonung and his ugly ass skxawng friends were teasing Kiri, you had been the first to throw fists, and the last to be dragged off. When Lo’ak had been left stranded by said skxawng and accomplices, you had come so close to murdering the next Olo’eyktan, several warriors had to drag you off.

You had grown quite the reputation in the week you’d lived in the reef. Furious, violent, unapproachable, dangerous, attentive. And of course, an excellent fighter. The thing was, the Metkayina had yet to see you fight, given that the instances you smacked the shit out of their precious little prince had been out of the public eye.

Which is probably why they’re now watching with bated breath and eyes wide as the moon as you circle the stupid skxawng around the Metkayina training grounds. It was Tonowari’s idea for you to start training with the warriors of your new clan. As he delicately put, it was a good way for you to let everything out without inflicting any damage for non-training reasons.

Across from you, Aonung shifts slightly, tilting his head cockily and gripping the spear in his hand more tightly. He looks determined; it wouldn’t be a great look if he lost to you in front of the whole clan, after being beat up by you twice.

You’re determined too, you guess. Not to prove yourself, no, it doesn’t make any difference to you what all these Metkayina think of you, not when you could fight them even easier than Aonung. But you want, just once more, to beat him.

You’re not completely sure why but beating him gives you this crazy thrill of pleasure. It probably has something to do with his annoyance and squirminess and coldness and sullenness. He’s embarrassed when you beat him, and it’s perfectly clear to you that Aonung isn’t someone who gets embarrassed easily.

You glance across at the watching Metkayina quickly. Tonowari and Ronal are watching expectantly, little smiles on their faces. Tsireya and Rotxo look slightly worried (bless their sweet little souls), but your siblings are watching with broad, confident grins on their faces. Lo’ak looks especially ready to watch you beat up Aonung again.

He makes the first move, the moment you glance at the onlookers. It was an anticipatable offence, and you step quickly aside, ducking under his swing. You move around behind him and kick his leg, bending it and sending him to his knees.

“You look so pretty on your knees,” you grin teasingly. “You should stay down.”

Aonung’s eyes narrow somewhat, obviously not taking kindly to your little taunts. It’s evident to everyone watching that this is just a little game for you, and you’re taking the opportunity to have some fun with their prince. Aonung seems more determined, and he growls and jolts forward.

He stabs his spear towards you, which you parry, slashing and spiralling, ducking and stabbing. Eventually, he tosses you to the side and your spear goes skittering away. You feel the audience sit up slightly, not expecting this to happen.

Aonung approaches slowly, a cocky little smile on his fishlips. You roll your eyes at his overconfidence, before ducking under the next stab so you’re pressed between his body and his spear, before ripping it from his grip and tossing it out of the circle.

He hisses with annoyance and makes to shove you away, but you’re already ducking under his legs and flipping him over your back. Groans come from the crowd as Aonung slams into the floor, but you hear a delighted whoop from Lo’ak, followed by Kiri stifling a laugh and Neteyam shushing them both.

Aonung clambers to his feet and you crouch a little lower. His eyes are blazing now, looking absolutely furious. A shiver of anticipation runs through you as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing to icy slits. Finally.

“Going to actually fight now?” you ask, smiling tantalisingly, tauntingly. You weren’t really expecting an actual fight, any real competition, but this is even better than the fun little tussle you’d anticipated. With the way he’s looking at you, you just know he’s ready. He’s furious and humiliated and he’s dangerous.

You trail the circle, eyes fixed on one another. You wait, unhurried and unworried, so he gives in and makes the first move again. This time he goes for your legs, and you leap over him, pushing his shoulders down so he stumbles and you roll to the ground and spring up again.

You exchange punches and kicks, and he doesn't hold back. He tackles you to the ground and jabs his elbow at your gut. He’s strong, very strong, and there’s a moment where you realise you forgot to factor in just how stupidly, ridiculously tall and muscular the infuriating skxawng is. You jab him back with your elbow, and he grunts before pinning you down with one arm, his other hand closing around your throat.

The warriors, your friends and your family are watching with bated breath as you struggle under him for a moment, eyes flicking in wide fascination between your twisting form trapped underneath his. You can feel the pressure of their gazes, and the thought that they think he might actually win is more than you can bear.

“Kinky,” you manage to whisper, throat starting to ache under his grip. His face twists for a moment, which you don’t pause to read before you move your knee up to smack him in the groin. You roll over him, legs wrapping around his neck and squeezing his head between his thighs.

“You’re one to talk,” he grunts, trying to shove your legs apart. You tighten your legs together around him, and he gasps.

“Go on,” you breathe, looking down at Aonung, between your legs, face filled with frustration, hands scrabbling at your thighs. He doesn’t say anything. Everyone’s watching expectantly, and you reach down to tug his head back further by his kuru, neck trapped between your legs.

The moment your fingers close around his kuru, he hisses. You glare at each other for a moment, his eyes blazing with frustration, your own eyes a clear message: give up.

“Fine,” he hisses, trying to twist away from you.

“Louder,” you snap, tugging his kuru harder, and he growls.

“I give up!” he explodes.

For a moment, you just stay like that, the crowd watching silently as you stare down at his irate face. And then, with movements that even to yourself feel like they’re in slow motion, you let go of his kuru and open your legs, Aonung toppling onto the floor between them.

Then Ronal is standing up, Tonowari is smiling, and Lo’ak is cheering. The crowd follow, smiling and applauding and grinning at one another. Amidst it all, Aonung has clambered to his feet, ears pinned back against his face and face bitter.

“I hope this has settled things between the two of you,” Tonowari says, as everyone starts to finally fuck off out of the training grounds and back to the village, chattering excitedly and shooting glances back towards you all.

He looks between the pair of you expectantly. You’re both slightly flushed from the fight. Aonung still looks ashamed and frustrated, tail flicking agitatedly behind him, absentmindedly and violently drawing in the sand with his toes. You just avoid eye contact, and Tonowari sighs.

He signs to his son, who scowls and signs back. They continue in this way for a minute, exchanging what is clearly a heated debate in the unspoken language you have yet to learn properly, while you stand on the side and wonder absentmindedly if you’ve been dismissed.  Just as you’re about to try and slip away, Tonowari clears his throat and you freeze.

“The two of you will train together,” he says in a voice that makes it clear it isn’t up for debate. Aonung tries anyway, clearly protesting in their signed language, and you wait with a frown on your face. “It is decided. I’ll leave you too to sort out your… differences.”

Aonung glares after his father, and you fold your arms. Finally, he turns towards you, eyes blazing with irritation. You glare at each other in silence for a few moments.

“What’s your problem with me?” Aonung says bluntly, finally breaking the tense quiet.

“What’s my problem?” you hiss, brows raising in disbelief, eyes narrowing conversely.

“Yes,” he scoffs. “That’s what I just said, isn’t it? Are you deaf, as well as a freak-”

“Are you serious right now,” you cut him off, swallowing hotly before your fist accidentally slips and he ends up with a broken nose. “Are you really doing this again, after I just rocked your skxawng ass in front of your whole clan?”

Aonung scoffs again, eyes narrowing as well, and you take a step in, not in the least intimidated he’s a good foot taller. Or by the way he straightens to glare back from his full height, waiting impatiently for you to speak your mind. You’re quite impressed with yourself that you’re only now about to insult him; it’s been a good minute long since you last did.

“Fine,” you concede. “You’re entitled. You’re rude. You don’t give a single fuck for anybody but yourself. You are the most close-minded person I ever met, and I’ve been held at gunpoint by artificially revived humans. You are so egotistical you clearly think the world revolves around you. You except us to sit back while you taunt and ridicule us, you picked on my siblings for the hell of it then had the nerve to act surprised when I fought you over it. You think you deserve everything you deserve everything because you have it, but I promise you this; you are so much less important than you believe.”

Aonung blinks slightly. You don’t step back, and when he exhales shakily and his rage flares up again, you stand your fucking ground as he steps in as well.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growls, glaring down at you.

“And what are you, then?” you snap. “Entitled prince of the clan. Who gets whatever he likes. Who can’t handle me calling him out on what he actually is.”

Aonung hisses, and you suddenly find yourself inches away from him. It takes you a moment to realise he’s dragged you there by your kuru, neck tilted dangerously back so you can still make eye contact with him when this close given your stupid fucking height difference.

He’s breathing heavily, eyes blazing. You’re breathing heavily too, eyes wide as you stare back at him. It’s less of a glare now, you’re just waiting to see what he’s going to do. When he realises you aren’t fighting back for once, not pulling away from him, his pupils widen to large black slits, eyes still narrowed and blazing.

And you stay like that. Neither of you move. Neither of you dare too. Neither of you can guess what the other will do. You half expect him to toss you away, or maybe cuss you out. He’s one hundred percent sure you’re seconds away from cursing him out and certain violence.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. It doesn’t come out as you meant it, nowhere near as warning, as fierce, as dangerous. Because this is. It is dangerous.

Dangerous to be this close. Dangerous for you to be thinking what you’re suddenly thinking. Dangerous of him to be holding you this close.

With a small shiver, you realise he’s still holding your kuru in his fisted hand, your body so close to his that when you breathe, your chests nearly brush. You try not to swallow; there’s no way you’re going to let him see how dry your throat suddenly is.

His eyes are roving over your face, which he still holds facing up towards him with his grip on your kuru, tilted so far to keep him in your sight that your throat is tight, and your heart is pounding slightly. Because of the pressure on your throat, because you can’t breathe. Obviously.

Your question hangs in the air. Silent. Aonung doesn’t answer. You can feel his breath fanning across your neck. It’s hot and heavy and you try your best not to make another sound, to make sure he can’t feel how hot and heavy your breath is suddenly feeling.

It never struck you how sensitive a kuru is, but when he pulls you closer by another inch, you feel your whole body tense. Your pupils blow wide and to your horror, you moan. It’s soft, breathy, and you pray to Eywa it was soundless, that it was just some horrific, mortifying figment of your imagination summoned by the oddness of your situation. Even more shamefully, there’s an undeniable twist in your heart, and a certain wetness in your loincloth at the tug of your sensitive kuru.

But then Aonung squeezes his eyes shut, breathing deeply. With his eyes closed, you quickly let your eyes dart over him. You’ve never seen him this tense, not when fighting him, not when shouting at him, not even when you had to wait for Lo’ak to be found when left at Three Brothers Rock.

Every muscle in his neck is tensed, jaw clenching tightly, throat bobbing and chest moving with each strained breath. With another surge of your heart, your eyes drop to the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulder. His veins are evident in those smooth teal arms as he grips your kuru. Then he’s looking at you, eyes opening and instantly falling into your own. They’re dark, not just by his pupils blown wide as the fucking moon, but something deeper, darker, hungrier that has your heart clenching.

You breathe like that for a moment, eyes wide and gazing at each other, hearts hammering and breath heavy, before he wrenches his gaze from yours and quickly lets go of your kuru. And then, your heart stops hammering and your annoyance is rushing back and you forget that strange, infuriating rush from before.

“What was that?” you growl, pulling your kuru back and scowling at him.

Aonung just swallows, still avoiding your gaze and shifting slightly, and you look down. Immediately, your gaze darts up to his slightly flushed face, which looks mortified and frustrated now.

“You fucking hypocrite,” you breathe, eyes wide. “Taunting us, teasing us, when you are hard just by hearing me moan.” Aonung flushes deeper, and you scoff.

“Do you get like this when Kiri shouts at you?” you ask derisively. “Or even when Neteyam gets mad? Or is it just me that has this effect on you?”

Aonung’s glower is answer enough, and your eyes widen further, mouth parting in shock.

“Shut it,” he hisses, shifting again in an attempt to hide himself, and you laugh.

“Are you serious?” you deride. “What happened to me being a repulsive hideous freak? Or do you secretly like that- getting shouted at by a foreigner? Do you like it when I’m mean to you, Aonung?”

“I said shut it freak,” Aonung growls, though you don’t at all miss the way the tent in his tewng seems to grow as you trail closer.

“What do you want then?” you ask, raising your brows. “Surely it’s not above the prince to ask for help, if he really isn’t an entitled brat.”

“As if you would be any use,” Aonung snarls. “As if a freak like you could make me cum.”

“Oh?” you say with narrowed eyes, stepping closer. Aonung blinks, stepping back. He’s reluctant to stay so close to you, you realise. Which is fair, given that last time you were inches apart was what made him hard in the first place. “Do you want me to moan again for you, that seems to do the job well enough.”

You shoot a pointed look at his still growing bulge, and he pauses.

“I have my doubts though,” you say tiredly, trying to hide your amusement. “I don’t think a fishlipped brat like you would be able to make me moan anyway.”

“Is that a challenge?” Aonung says.

“Was it?” you raise your brows. “I feel like I’ve already put in some effort, at least I’ve done something for you.”

“One final challenge,” Aonung says through gritted teeth. “Settle this once for all.”

You consider it. You, of course, had already proved yourself over and over again, proved yourself superior to this skxawng. But on the other hand, your tewng was still wet, and you have this massive, horny ass man in front of you, clearly desperate for anything, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Alright then,” you concede. “Because I’m not losing. I’m going to prove myself, you’re going to be eating your words, and then all will be good.”

“I do not understand eating your words,” Aonung says bluntly. “Is it some demon-”

His words are choked off when you reach out and press your palm into his bulge. A minute later, tewngs are disgarded, you find yourself pressed against the sand and he’s all over your body.

“You don’t need to,” you say quickly, when his fingers swipe along your slit. “I’m wet enough.” Aonung looks like he’s about to make some snarky comment, and you growl. “You’re going slower than my grandmother. I hope you’re-”

Suddenly you're lifted up and you're on your knees right there on the sand. You can feel Aonung's breath hot and heavy as he nips at your neck, folded over your much smaller, arched body and sliding your tewngs away with quick hands.

You feel yourself being stretched open, small stings of pain shooting through you as you drop your forehead to the sand. You sink your teeth into your lip, determined not to make any noise. This is different to before, bent completely over with your face pillowed against the ground.

“Alright princess,” he says snarkily, pausing for a moment, buried deep inside you. His voice sounds shaky.

“Thought you’d be bigger,” you lie, scrunching your face up as you try to adjust to his size. Aonung just lets out a deep, amused laugh, before pulling out to the tip and pressing down on your back to arch you further down.

When he starts to move, it completely knocks your breath out, so you're left gasping for air you never manage to catch as he thrusts again. His grip on your waist is bordering on strangling, yet you find yourself unconsciously following him, pulling yourself back to meet each one of your thrusts with a choked moan.

His sudden roughness and hunger and desire is startling. So this is what it's like when he's unrestrained, hot and animalistic, rutting fast and hard, pushing you into a further arch while his sharp teeth nip at the back of your neck and shoulders.

Eywa, if he’d worked this hard, this determinedly, this fiercely whenever you fought, maybe you’d actually have respect for him.

It's starting to get too much, the coil in your stomach growing too close too soon, and your moans are starting to border on lewd whines and whimpers as you sink your teeth into the flesh of your arms. You're clutching the ground for dear damn life, arms attempting to pillow your face as your whole body rocks forward with each rough, almost ruthless thrust.

Pearls of blood are collecting from where your fangs are sunk into your smooth skin, but you ignore it, much rathering the pain than Aonung having the satisfaction of knowing how long you’d be without it. Aonung too, is tense behind you. You can sense the effort he goes to keeping quiet.

It’s a fucking game, pretending neither is impressed by the other, when he’s punching every breath out of you with deep thrusts, and each clench of your walls around him is about to drive him insane. You’re both close, and you both know it, given the way he’s twitching inside you, and you’re fluttering around him.

“Go on then,” you groan through gritted teeth. “I promise, I’ll be gracious about my win.”

“You wish,” he huffs, but you can feel him twitch inside of you. Each rock of his hips knocks every breath, every thought out of you until your heart is pounding in rhythm with each increasingly rough, deep, animalistic thrust of his cock rutting between your legs.

You just bury your face deeper into your arms, hoping that they'll be enough to hide the moans knocked out of you with each of his deep thrusts. He has you pinned firmly beneath him, yet it feels snug and comforting despite the pain of his grip. It feels like he's fucking everything into you, even his scent, so each thrust is enveloping you in his warm, tropical smell.

And with a surge of panic, you feel that familiar heat to growing again, and by the way Aonung is hissing and groaning and burying his face in your neck, you can tell he’s close too. With a final chance to finish this, you’re suddenly rolling over and pushing him back against the sand.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see from Aonung; you had no idea what he looked like when you were ass up with your face half buried in the sand. But you certainly weren’t expecting those blue eyes dark and wide and hungry, his lips to be parted in a silent gasp.

His hands fall straight to your hips, slowly rocking you on him. You stare the whole time. With narrowed eyes and shallowed breaths, it’s all a challenge. And you’re determined to win.

“Go on,” you hiss, attempting to grin down at Aonung despite your flushed face and hair spilling anywhere. He looks like he’s about to protest, and you know you have one move left to pull. You finally unsink your teeth from your lips and let it all out. The moment your moan rents the air, Aonung tenses below you. And when your head tips back and your back arches, you both know he’s a goner.

It never occurred to you, just how gentle he’d been, until he’s completely let go, allowed the crushing desire to overcome him. He's half thrusting up into you, half picking up and slamming down your body onto him. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think you could hear him moaning your name.

You yelp as he speeds up now, brutal and animalistic as the last tenterhooks of his final restraint snaps and he buries himself deep inside you. And finally, you can’t hold it any longer, flopping forward against his chest and doing your best to ride out your high.

“Holy shit,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to breathe properly. Aonung doesn’t reply, and when you look up, you find him inches away, staring blankly at you. You quickly scramble off him, snatching up your tewng and covering yourself up. You try your best to ignore the come dripping between your legs, or the flush on your face. “I won.”

Aonung’s face stills, back to his regular, blank stare, though you weren’t sure what you were even reading in it before.

“Yeah whatever,” he grumbles. “Still a freak.”

“A freak who had you fucking moaning my name,” you mutter under your breath, making sure you’re all covered up again. “And you are still an entitled, bratty, fishlipped sore loser.”

“Fuck off,” he grunts, smacking you hard with his tail, and you straighten up, glaring at him. He just glares straight back, both of your chests heaving as you still fight for breath, eyes narrowed and tails flicking agitatedly.

Finally, you just huff and turn, storming back along the beach away from the training grounds and Aonung, and back to the village and the marui you share with your family. You ignore their delight at your win in the fight; they have no idea what happened after, and you fully intend to keep it that way.

For some reason, you don’t feel as satisfied by your other win as you thought. It had been gratifying to watch as Aonung just completely lost control, and maybe you even enjoyed watching him lose his temper and toss and pull you around like you weighed nothing. You scowl and slump onto your sleeping mat.

Stupid skxawng, not admitting you won, when you both knew he was practically whimpering your name. The trouble was how difficult it had been for you not to do the same, moan out his name. And then there was the other trouble. That it had been nothing like you’d ever experienced, being stretched far further than ever before, him reaching places you didn’t even think were possible.

It was harder than anything. Harder than your iknimaya, harder than escaping Quaritch even. It was almost physically impossible, not to just collapse against him, not to moan your pleasure for Eywa to hear. And certainly not for Aonung to hear. If he knew how shaky you feel, how sore your legs are and how faint your head is, the stupid skxawng would never let you hear the end of it.

So you just slump back against your sleeping mat, trying not to think about how you have to train with him the next morning.

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— earth and sea ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; since meeting neteyam, you had found yourself making a new friend you were comfortable around. or maybe he was starting to become more than a friend....?

word count ; 5k

themes ; fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings ; mentions of anxiety & feeling scared of interactions (me), small dosage of reader not feeling good enough for certain things/neteyam…

author's note ; is this going too fast? a part of me feels like it is, but then the other part of me doesn’t care bc i found these two absolutely adorable & want nothing more than to just shower them in the love they deserve?? they’re soulmates, what else was i supposed to do, hmm?? also, i like to think that whilst na’vi do court their mates, they’re quite quick with it, like they just want to be mated and start a family, is this just me or i’m i thinking too much on this?? anyway, i really hope u enjoy this chapter bc it’s adorable and fluffy and ughggghhh!! apologies it took so long <33

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In the short span of time that had passed between that first day when the Sully family arrived in your home, seeking uturu and pleading for the safety of their lives, your life had slowly began to change.

Because, in all that time, Neteyam Sully, the eldest son of the two new outsiders, had been nothing but kind to you.

The conversation you’d had that one time with him, when teaching the other Sully’s how to properly travel within the waters, had clearly sent him some messages you weren’t aware of. Since then, he’d sought you out more, wanting to be a part of your company and slowly chip away the walls you’d built for protection against your own fragile heart all those years ago. You guess you should’ve known this would be happening - he did ask whether or not there was a chance you’d get along with him - and, now, he was doing everything to ensure that you did.

Neteyam picked up on your shy mannerisms, too, during this time, realising that compared to the rest of the clan he’d met, you weren’t exactly the most confident one out there. It was difficult for you to do or say or go through certain things than it was for others, but, he understood that. He understood that because he was never overbearing to you, never putting you under any pressure in anything in particular, never forcing you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

And, slowly but surely, he was right. You were beginning to get along with someone like Neteyam Sully. This boy - someone who you shouldn’t have gotten along with in the first place simply because of your stark differences, someone who you should’ve stayed away from because everywhere he went, danger followed his family - made you feel nervous. But, it wasn’t the normal feeling of nerves that would settle at the bottom of your stomach, festering and rotting themselves whole until you wanted nothing more than to claw them out. No, these nerves felt like beautiful butterflies swarming gracefully within you, ones you were slowly beginning to enjoy and seek out more of.

They made you feel more alive, and so did he.

Of course, you couldn’t have been going through all of this, basking in the territory of the unknown, without Tsireya being there and knowing about it, too. You hadn’t told her too much, not wanting to overshare, but, you’d made sure to tell her enough that you could go to her should you have the sudden need to rant or ask any confusing questions. It also wouldn’t be Tsireya if she didn’t slightly tease you whenever you were alone with Neteyam (which, actually, happened to be more times than you’d come to realise…), loving the idea of her lifelong friend slowly beginning to poke her head out of her safety blanket of a shell and become the person she really was for all to see.

As your best friend, she loved seeing you comfortable in places or circumstances you never thought you would’ve been in. Clearly, Neteyam was a good influence on you, and she was entirely too happy that the two of you had met.

But, even with the time of meeting them having passed by in a sudden blur to you, it clearly wasn’t going as fast to the rest of the world, the Sully’s included. The younger of the lot were still continuing to struggle with fully taming their ilu’s, despite the several times you all had tried teaching them. Some had it better than others (mainly the girl’s, but you weren’t surprised there), but there were still moments where even they couldn’t get it down to perfection, not to the point it needed to be at if they wanted to live within Awa’atlu.

After much deliberation, yourself and the others decided the cause of their struggles was due their breathing techniques and not being able to hold it as good as it needed to be. So, Tsireya exclaimed that it would be better to attempt to tackle that problem first. That way, they might improve in other aspects, too, arranging a day for the group of you to focus on that particular area.

Sat in a circle, legs crossed over as each of you faced one another, you showed them the correct way they should be controlling themselves within the depths of the waters. Tuk was situated in front of you, allowing you to help instruct her like you’d requested - she was a delight to teach, and you wished to continue to do so throughout her entire Metkayina training - and you were in between both Tsireya and Neteyam, a situation that fell into place subconsciously without either of you fully realising it.

Tsireya’s calming words spoke comfort over those learning, guiding them in the right direction as they each watched on in earnest, wanting to best at something they weren’t expected to all those years ago in their home. You watched with tender eyes as Tuk’s own never left the girl, doing her best to replicate her movements. Leaning forwards, you held your palm against the youngest girl’s stomach, delicately pushing it further and allowing her to even herself out as she held her breath. Even when doing so, wavering on, she sent you a small, slightly giddy smile of appreciation. It was clear she was getting the hang of it.

However, someone who wasn’t getting the hang of it like his youngest sister was the eldest one to your right. You noticed in your peripheral vision that he wasn’t doing it correctly, the way you’d been showing him, as he stuttered on his breathing and struggled to calm himself down when he felt it leave his lungs.

There was a moment of hesitation that filtered through your veins as you thought your options over, knowing what you needed to do - not only to help aid Neteyam in his exercises, but to also push yourself that little bit further. You were doing so well, especially with Neteyam, and you didn’t want things to end with him.

So, with one last lingering look around the rest of the group and taking note that each of them were focusing on their own breathing or guiding someone else, you turned a little in Neteyam’s direction, patting gently atop his arm. In an instant, he’s stopping, looking over and down at you expectantly, and you immediately feel the butterflies make their home within your stomach once more - how could they not, when his eyes only filter in your own, so intense and eager?

You watch as he leans subconsciously closer down to you, making sure that he would be able to hear every quiet word you uttered to him. This was a move that had happened recently, but one that made you feel seen. Because, Neteyam knew that you struggled with words sometimes, and when you finally gained the courage to say something, it wasn’t always the loudest. But, still, he wanted to hear every word you had to offer, and he wasn’t going to miss anything you said to him.

This time, however, you struggled to say anything, staying silent, instead. You found that the words you wished to speak, the question you wanted to ask him, was getting stuck in the back of your throat, something that happens more times than you’d like to admit. And, you hated it when this happened, because it made you look so stupid. How could someone struggle asking a simple question, when it was the easiest thing in the world?

In an instant, it’s as though your mood suddenly deflated, and you feel terrible about yourself. Your eyes gaze upon the floor, too scared to look the boy in front of you in the eyes and show him your vulnerability, despite knowing he’d understand - after all, he’d seen you go through this before.

And, when you feel one of the most gentlest taps against the top of your knee, knowing already that it had come from him, you slowly realise that you don’t need to hide from him, because in some way, he’s like Tsireya. He’s someone you can trust wholeheartedly without any worry of being judged or belittled… the only difference is there are other feelings lingering there with the Omatikaya boy, ones you’re still too scared to admit.

When you make eye contact with him again, there’s already such a soft look upon his features, the sunlight painting him in an ethereal light as he smiles reassuringly down at you. Those butterflies are back again, almost like they’d never left, and just one looked shared between the two of you had your spirits lifted once more.

You don’t think about the words you couldn’t speak anymore, simply refusing to acknowledge them and let your mood decrease again, instead pointing downwards, motioning to his stomach and looking back up at him in waiting.

It was obvious he was confused, just by the look of him - from the way his brows furrowed, questions lingering behind his gaze, and his mouth turned, trying to think of all the things you could’ve meant. So, you push your palm flat against your own stomach to help line your breathing, before motioning back over to him.

There’s a small oh that escapes his lips upon the realisation, a blush forming on his cheeks as with a giddy smile and sheepishly nodding. He gives you the space to move, watching as you hesitantly bring your hand close to him, before pushing your palm against his stomach. This is the closest the two of you have been to one another, accepting the boundaries between the two of you and never touching the other in such an intimate way.

It’s obvious the move has its affects towards the both of you, as you feel Neteyam’s breathing begin to stutter upon the contact, shaky exhales falling from his lips. There’s no doubt a darkness to your cheeks, too, as you feel everything within you begin to heat up, and you’re not quite sure how you’re supposed to react to all of this, ensuring to keep your gaze locked on your hand to further any embarrassment that might occur. Neteyam, however, simply cannot take his gaze away from your face, basking in each of your features and willing them to imprint themselves within his mind, not wanting to forget a single detail about you. You’re so ethereal to him, so beautiful and enchanting that the thought alone causes his ears to flutter and his tail to smack gently against the ground in a small burst of excitement.

His trance within your presence helps calm his breathing, and when you feel that, along with the soft patter of his tail against the sand, you bring your hand back to your person. There’s a proud smile already lingering upon your lips, happy that you had managed to help teach him something, but also happy for him having gotten better at something, too, that when you look up, only to find him already intensely gaze at you, everything falters within you. It feels as though your heart had just skipped a beat, as though your smile faltered and became a little shaky, and all that was on your mind was him.

He has gazing at you in such an intimate way even when you weren’t concentrating, when you were paying any attention… imagine how he’d look if the two of you ever had something more.

You’re only broken from your thoughts, the staring contest between the two of you not faltering, when you’re brought back to reality when he speaks up. “Thank you,” he says, breathlessly, almost as though he’s in some type of trance, words strangely quiet.

Collecting yourself to the best of your ability, you smile up at him slightly shakily, nodding, struggling to form any words due to a mixture of being out of your comfort zone and basking in the way this boy was looking at you, hoping your actions conveyed the words you wished you could say.

In that moment, too, you realised how close the two of you had gotten, your faces so close to one another, like any moment now, something else could’ve happened.

And, something might’ve done, but you would never know when suddenly, everything filters back into the front of your mind as to where you are and who you’re with. The sound of chuckles made their way to your ears, the once Neteyam-filled trance dissipating and focusing instead on those around you. Your head snaps in the direction of the laughter only to find Rotxo and Lo’ak giggling to themselves as they looked on at you two; Kiri and Ao’nung were rolling their eyes and grumbling under their breaths; Tsireya was trying to keep her ever-growing smile hidden behind her hand, and Tuk was none-the-wiser, too busy concentrating still on her breathing exercises.

“Oh, shut up,” Neteyam groans, speaking up before you can even attempt to hide away. He shoves the top of his younger brother’s head, before Lo’ak pushes him back. Before you know it, they’re shoving one another teasingly, in a way you know brothers do after, having seen ‘fights’ like this beforehand.

You find yourself laughing softly at their antics, watching as they push and shove at one another before they’re both on the ground, and your eyes subconsciously travel over to Tsireya like they always do, like they always wish to seek her out, just for one small moment of comfort. She throws a knowing look your way, one that has your cheeks heating up again, but then her smile turns gentle and tender, reassuring - after all, at the beginning of all of this, Tsireya was the one who had said that this could be good for you, and now look at where you were. Sure, things were still going to be difficult for you - you had no doubt they always would be - but, already, you were doing things you never thought you’d be able to do just months ago.

Looking back over at Neteyam as he had his little brother pinned against the ground, demanding jokingly that he apologise to him for whatever reason you didn’t know, you realised that you were slowly starting to believe that Tsireya was right.

Only a few days had passed since that moment shared between yourself and Neteyam, but somehow, it had felt like longer. In that time, you hadn’t had the opportunity to see him again - your clan were planning a small celebration together (although, they were never small when it came to the Metkayina, so you knew exactly what to expect), and your time had been taken up by helping them prepare.

A small part of you was just slightly grateful that you hadn’t been able to see him yet, mainly because you needed to get yourself together, and truly understand what you were feeling. You had an inkling, but it wasn’t like you’d felt something like this before, and you didn’t really know what to do with it.

Tsireya had obviously been a huge help, and she’d told the truth, one you knew was inevitable. You’d been thinking the same thing, and maybe you were just too scared to admit it. But, when Tsireya said what even she knew to be true, it was like everything fell into place and some things began to make sense.

Neteyam began to make sense.

So, begrudgingly, that’s why you find yourself willingly turning up to the clan get-together, secretly telling yourself that it wasn’t really because you wanted to just catch a simple glimpse of him, but because you helped set this up. Even you couldn’t convince yourself that well.

The entire front was alive the moment eclipse had fallen towards the ground, setting the atmosphere alight with so many different spirits. There were several tables aligned along the edge, a variety of foods you swore you couldn’t even name they were so exotic, the hunters having gone out extra early to collect so much; a group of Na’vi were at the front, swaying to the music they were creating and lighting everything up with their melodic voices, creating an aroma of peace and tranquillity.

Everyone you had ever come to see in your short life was present, either dancing along with the music or chatting away their day with a friend or their families. So much noise was filtering in through your ears, you could barely hear yourself think.

Things like this were never your thing, simply because of the amount of people in one area and how loud it could get - when you enjoyed listening to the soft sounds of nature on your own, you were never going to get along with an environment like this. But, like you’d told yourself, you had helped put this together, and it only felt right to watch as others enjoyed themselves in their element, basking in the feeling of the family of Metkayina coming together as one… definitely not for Neteyam…

Arms crossed over your chest like a protective mechanism, shielding yourself away from anything that made you feel even slightly uncomfortable, you stayed towards the edge, not wanting to get mixed up in the thick of the crowd, knowing that would only be your worst nightmare. Your eyes flickered from one set of people to another, searching for your best friend, only to quickly find her close to Lo’ak, the two of them sitting side by side, smiles bright and achingly adorable. Hoping to talk to Tsireya, you let this one time go, knowing she was enjoying herself with someone she really cared for, especially after the talk the two of you had no too long ago where she admitted to finding him attractive.

So, you left the two of them to it, staying in your hidden place at the back, too scared to venture any further. Allowing the sounds of wonder, awe, and bliss reach your ears and satiate a part of you inside that warms at the idea of happiness, you’re too focused somewhere else to realise there’s someone coming up behind you. “Not a party person?” they question, their voice unintentionally startling you.

Your head turns around quickly, wanting to get to the source of the scare as soon as possible, only to find the other person you’d been hoping to find - Neteyam. He hadn’t changed much for the get-together - some people like to go extra and all the way, dressing up in their most fanciest clothing just to show themselves off, but, Neteyam stuck to his roots, his usual clothes adorning his muscled skin, the same ones he ritually kept from his home in the forest.

You liked him that way.

With a calming sigh, one to rest your suddenly beating heart, you turn your attention back to the rest of the clan in front of you. “Not really,” you reply, shrugging.

“Yeah, me neither.” Neteyam laughs nonchalantly, slowly taking steps to walk up beside you. You can’t resist the small smile that begins to curve up your lips at his attempt to start a conversation with you.

Silence envelops the two of you, something that seems to happen more often than not, but you can’t find yourself dreading it. No, you’re basking in it - in everything around you. There’s such a loving atmosphere filtering in around you, from the clan, the people, from Neteyam. Just being in his presence alone seems to make you the happiest you’ve been, and you realise there’s nothing you won’t do to continue chasing that feeling.

But, whilst you soak up in the silence, the Na’vi next to you can’t seem to take it anymore. “Look,” he started, moving forwards so he’s standing directly in front of you, capturing your whole attention. Now your eyes are on him, you notice he’s looking a little nervous - his hands are fidgeting, fingers wringing and his eyes are flickering between each of your own, like they’re not sure what they should really be doing. He takes a deep breath, like he’s preparing himself, and you find yourself leeching onto that nervousness of his and taking some of it as your own. “I know that this might be a bit out-of-nowhere - or maybe it isn’t… I kind of hope it isn’t - but I… like you, like… really like you. And, I was hoping maybe we could try…” he gestures between the two of you, his words so unbelievably soft and scared, “…this?” Your eyes have widened automatically, in complete disbelief at what he’s just admitted and asked you. “But, only if you want to,” he quickly adds on, not wanting you to feel any type of pressure. “You know, I don't want to make you uncomfortable in anyway." There’s a small laugh at the end of his rambling, one that’s hesitant and hopefully understanding.

His words course and filter their way inside your mind as it begins to cloud over with so many different, lingering thoughts. You’re not quite sure what to focus on first, because you’ve never done this before, and you’ve never really prepared for it. Sure, you knew one day there would come a time where you’d have to choose a mate and go through the whole process of courting, but you’d never spoken about it in much detail with your mother. So, now that something similar was happening before your very eyes - with Neteyam, nonetheless, someone you had come to treasure hardheartedly within you - you didn’t know where to start.

The butterflies swarming in your stomach had come back, crediting to this entire situation. Thinking on it, you knew since the moment you’d first laid eyes on him, you had found Neteyam Sully attractive - how could you not? - but, not once did you ever believe he could think of you in the same way, and especially not enough to tell you that he wanted to try the two of you out together. None of this made sense - you weren’t good enough for Toruk Makto’s eldest son; you weren’t good enough for someone who was supposed to be an Olo’eyktan back in his home.

But, despite thinking these things, that didn’t mean you didn’t want him in the same way. Your negative thoughts were trying to put you down, attempting to steer you in the opposite direction and away from a beautiful opportunity presented in front of your very eyes, one that could blossom into something ethereal and unique if you didn’t give it a try. In your fight against yourself, you look down at the ground, swallowing deeply as you think over your next words. You need this time to truly understand what could happen next with whatever words come out of your mouth, you calm your racing nerves and steady your rapid heart - because, you wanted to this, too. You just had to learn to counter yourself against those pessimistic thoughts.

Looking back up at him, you smile warmly - it’s shaky and scared, but, it’s warm, nonetheless, something he picks up on. “You do not make me uncomfortable, Neteyam.”

A breathy, hesitant laugh escapes his lips, like he’d been scared of overwhelming you and somehow managing to push your further away than he ever wanted you to be. “Good, good.”

There’s more silence that surrounds you, except this time, neither one of you are feeling anything else other than one another. Your eyes pierce into each other’s, your intense gazes never straying away. You will yourself to hold this contact with him, wanting to feel even just a smidge of confidence when you admit your next words. “I would… like to try it, too.”

A small, shy smile accompanied your words, and when he saw that, along with his mind processing your wonderful words, the tension once residing in his taut shoulders dissipates, and a smile radiates upon his features, becoming wider and showing his fangs on display within his excitement. Just at the sight of his happiness from your words somehow quickens your heart from within its cage, continuing to wonder how someone as beautiful as Neteyam could hold such feelings towards you.

Almost like he knew where your mind was spiralling towards, he takes it away from you, licking his lips in concentration and taking a step that continues to scare him, despite knowing you were beginning to feel the same way. Wiping his hands together out of nerves, he brings one of them up towards you, palm facing up as he gestures for you to take it. “Would you like to dance?”

It’s only when he’s asked you that particular question that you realise the women’s singing have slowed down, a much softer, gentler tone emanating from their voices. You look in the near distance behind Neteyam, watching as couples dance sensually to the melodic sound with their partners, pressed up against one another as they show off their love to everyone else.

Neteyam notices your change in expression immediately, watching it fall as the prospect of dancing in front of others - to such an intimate-sounding song, too - has your nerves beginning to spike. Wanting to reassure you as quickly as possible, hating the sight of you so worried and distressed as it pierces his heart painfully, he moves himself directly into your line of sight again, not allowing you to look at the others anymore. Still, he hand continues to wait for you. “We don’t have to go over there,” he shook his head, wanting you to feel reassured by him alone, “we can dance here, or somewhere a little more private.”

With your heart evident in your gaze, watching him and only him, appreciation fills within your system to him. Since first meeting him, Neteyam has understood your boundaries on the same wave length as Tsireya always has, allowing you to put up walls and tending to your needs to willingly, so lovingly. This was all even before he slowly started to fall in love with you, and now that he had you, he was only going to be the perfect gentleman for you that he always has been.

A sheepish smile plasters upon your lips, and you nod up at him, your shaky hand taking his and holding on tightly, his life force aiding to calm you down. He turns his head to look at the clan, just checking up on something quickly, before gesturing the two of you in the opposite direction and leading you further into the trees.

It’s even more secluded now that you’re blanketed from the trees, darker and much more hidden away, but not an inkling of you feels scared that you’re here with only one other person, because it was Neteyam, and you know you never have to feel scared around him.

Your hand is still tight within his grasp, and you were close to letting go of him, expecting to start engaging in a dance you’re used to having watched growing up - one that was original to your clan, or maybe even his, one slightly less intimate and more fun - but, he doesn’t let you pull away. Instead, he keeps your hands clasped together, placing his other one gently against the back of your waist and slowly pulling you closer, repeatedly watching every expression you make to ensure that you’re always comfortable.

Now that he’s in position, he chuckles softly at the confusion warping your features. “This is how they dance on the star where my father is from,” he explains, watching as you slowly nod in understanding. Still, it doesn’t feel right to you, mainly because whilst Neteyam’s hands are where they should be, you still have one of your own hanging limply at your side, unsure what to do with it. Thankfully, upon noticing this, Neteyam unwraps his one from around your waist and guides yours up and around his shoulders, before returning once more to its place. “Is this okay?” he asks you softly. “Are you comfortable?

His questions that you can tell are truthful and sincere have the awkwardness you were previously feeling disappear, feeling as he gradually starts to sway the two of you side to side, the Metkayina music faintly beating in the background, quiet in an atmosphere such as this one. You find that you can no longer shy your gaze away from him. “Yes,” you reply, so soft and delicate that it has his heart fluttering, “this is perfect.”

Somehow, his smile grows wider at your words, elation coursing through your veins, feeling one of the happiest times he’s ever had the pleasure of being in. His feet continue to gentle guide the two of you in this sky-person dance, the warmth emanating from his presence alone slowly calming your once racing heart and allowing you to succumb to him entirely. Subconsciously, your head falls to lay against his chest, his rhythmic heartbeat echoing within your ears like a mantra, wishing it was all you could hear for the rest of your life.

As he lays his chin atop your head, pulling you in impossibly closer and thanking the Great Mother for allowing him to feel something so special - let alone, allowing him to take this in the palm of both his hands and call it his own now that he knew you felt for him the same - Neteyam thinks back on the moment he’d been told they were moving to a different clan for their safety, back to the moment he’d first arrived at such a startlingly different place. He remembers wishing he could go home, wanting to feel the presence of familiarity through his person again. But, he also remembers that his father had once told him that home isn’t always necessarily a place… it can be a person, too.

And, for the first time since arriving in your home, in Awa’atlu, wrapped up in your embrace, Neteyam found himself not missing the forest as much as he used to.

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[illiterateaffairs]

i like you

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T (really just language/dialogue nothing crazy)

word count: 1,116

summary: you and jamie have recently upgraded your fwb status to a full fledged relationship. you can’t help but gush over your favorite person and it’s exactly what jamie needs to hear. 

A/N: this is a (supposed to be) small drabble that takes place in a larger series i have been working on. so there’s more jamie x reader and backstory to come. all you need to know for now is that jamie and reader are in a new relationship that’s secret and this take place at some point in season 3 :)

It's a cloudy morning in Richmond, but the lack of sun isn’t darkening your mood. You and Jamie are taking a quiet stroll, your hands intertwined and swinging gently between you. You’ve been officially dating for a couple weeks now, after admitting your no-strings-attached situationship had garnered a lot of strings. Despite how apprehensive you were about entering a serious relationship, you are the happiest you have been in a long time. 

However, you have still been a bit reluctant to share your upgraded status with your friends. 

Sam knew. But Sam was your closest friend since you’ve started working for the club. You needed to confide in someone. 

Roy knew. But Roy’s been reserving all of Jamie’s time that wasn’t spent playing football or being with you. It was bound to come up.

Rebecca also knew. But Rebecca knew everything, 

But even now that you’ve confessed your feelings for each other to each other, you still wanted to hold off on telling the rest of the team. 

You told Jamie it was because you liked the little bubble you had created all these months; that it felt good not having other people but into your relationship. And while Jamie agreed that he liked having you all to himself, the voices in his head, the ones that told him he’d never be good enough- voices that more often than not resembled the sound of his father- tried to convince him it was because you were ashamed to be with him. It was all fun and games when you were just messing around, but did you really want to be known as Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend? He didn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to relationships. So maybe you just wanted to wait it out; see if you really wanted to be with him, or just keep it on the down low so it was easier to cut him loose when you inevitably realized that you were better off without him. 

Jamie tries to not let these intrusive thoughts win over, especially in moments like these where you’re out and about together. Publicly. With your hand in his. He tries not to dwell on the fact that its because you’re in an area of town no one from the club frequents, and because it's early enough in the day for him not to be recognized by rabid fans. But he takes what he can get. 

The two of you are walking through a small park as Jamie tells you what he thinks is a mindless story about training yesterday. However, you can’t help but listen like he’s telling the most important story you’ve ever heard. You smile fondly, watching his eyes light up as he recalls humorous interactions between him and his teammates, and how excited he seems to be that they’re making a lot of progress. You also don’t miss the inflection in his voice when he shares that Ted told him he was proud of the team player he’s been lately. 

In the middle of telling you about something funny Isaac said, a lone football rolls to a stop in front of Jamie’s feet. Pausing mid-sentence, Jamie clocks a group of primary school kids nearby and kicks it back to them. 

“Strong form, keep it up!” he calls over before continuing his anecdote. 

You let Jamie finish his thought, but you’re barely registering his words, too overcome with affection for him, even from the littlest things. Before he can start on another topic, you speak up.

“Hey,” you tug on Jamie’s hand, making you both stop, “I like you, you know that?”

Jamie turns to face you with a humorous look. “Uh, yeah, I’d say what we did last night made that pretty obvious.”

You scoff, shoving him playfully. “No, I mean I like you, Jamie.” His eyebrows furrow and you know he’s not getting it. “Yeah, sure, I’m attracted to you and you’re good in bed-”

Jamie snickers.

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“But I also like you as a person, you know? I like that you’re thoughtful, and that you were one of the first people to suggest fixing up Sam’s restaurant after it was vandalized. It was also sweet that you were there for Roy while he was struggling with his breakup even though it was with your ex. That was big of you. So was giving up your position on the team so that others could score because you knew it was the better strategy. And that was so smart! I also appreciated how you spent your day off with me once, even though I was sick and just wanted to sit on the couch and watch Grey’s Anatomy. I like that you make me laugh and know what to say when I’m upset and genuinely care about my interests and what I have to say. I just really, really like you. In addition to like-liking you.” 

As you spoke, Jamie’s teasing expression morphed into one of surprise, eventually settling into one filled with emotion. He was touched. You believed he was thoughtful, generous, intelligent and kind? Those weren’t qualities people normally attributed to him. Jamie was used to being praised for his looks, his talent, and his fame but never his personality. He knew he wasn’t as much of a prick as he used to be, but he didn’t believe he was a good person. Certainly not good enough for someone like you. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was someone you could be proud of. 

As your words hung in silence and you finally took note of the tears in Jamie’s eyes, you suddenly felt self conscious. “Jamie, are you okay? Was that…was that too much?”

You give his hand a slight squeeze, snapping him out of his stupor. “Wha- no! I just…I’m just not used to hearing things like that.” 

You give him a supportive smile, cupping your other hand around his face. “Well, I’m happy to pay you compliments more often. Not too much, though. Can’t inflate your ego more than it already is.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “Too late, it's already gone right to my head.” 

You roll your eyes good naturedly, “Of course it has.” You rub his cheek gently with your thumb before leaning in for a chaste kiss.

You don’t need to worry about this making him any more cocky. Jamie Tartt’s confidence comes from knowing he’s a good looking guy and an even better footballer. But you’re not with him because he’s Jamie Fucking Tartt. You’re the first person to like just Jamie. In fact, you really, really like him. That doesn’t feed his ego. That just aids his heart. 

A/N: hopefully not too cheesy? lol i just needed jamie to feel appreciated! i hope you liked a sneak peek into this world. like i said, i plan to write the full story leading up to how jamie and reader get to this point. feel free to send me any feedback/thoughts/questions. its my first time writing in a WHILE and my first time writing jamie/the ted lasso world so trying to get a feel for the character’s voice and tone. if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading! xo

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt x female reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #mine #distractions series

[nereidprinc3ss]

hi girlie. thoughts on spencer’s bisexuality? specially post-prison spence. would he be more willing to experiment or just keep being the same guy who doesn’t care at all? just thinking. plus thoughts on austin? we didn’t got to see much about it. honestly i think both of them would have gone harder than with maeve, to be honest. i did not got much of the vibe from maeve and spencer and it felt like quiet new and weird coming from him? we’ve seen him interacting more before with these super confident girls like lila and cat. to me, it looks like these are more his type, pretty odd for a introvert guy like him.

babe thoughts on spencers bisexuality are all i have

but i also have thoughts on all his girlfriends actually

spoilers for maeve, cat, trigger warning season 14 episode 15 “truth or dare” mentioned😓😓 that fuck ass episode

i think post prison spencer is too traumatized and too exhausted to be thinking about romance or sex for a good long while. if he was already in a committed relationship before he went in, i think he’d stay because he’s incredibly devoted and i feel like he tends to latch on to one individual as his person and then never let them go, but if he wasn’t, i don’t think he’d be pursuing anyone, period, boys girls anyone in between or outside, i think bro is just TIRED lmfao

but specifically speaking about his relationship w his own bisexuality, i think if it wasn’t something he was super comfortable with before prison it sure as hell won’t be something he decides to confront after prison. i think he would just ignore it and continue on with life in his own little world ignoring other human beings. i think if he was chill with his sexuality before he went to prison that wouldn’t change afterward other than the fact that he’d probably find himself less attracted to men because they scare him a lot more now. i don’t think he would suddenly start having a ton of internalized homophobia (although he has so much self loathing it could definitely present that way) but again i don’t think he would be interested in seeking out new romantic or sexual partners for a while regardless of gender

and i liked austin a lot!!! potentially controversial opinion but i did NOT like maeve for him. she was clearly designed to be spencer but a girl so we would be like omggg she’s so perfect for him and then we would be extra sad when she died but imo their relationship fell flat, lacked passion or believability, and simply wasn’t interesting to me. the way he spoke about her reminded me of the way a 13 year old speaks about his girlfriend after a month of dating when he thinks they’re going to get married.

i have always FIRMLY believed that he had more chemistry with almost ANY of his love interests, even austin and the einstein chick who were around for ONE EPISODE EACH than he did with maeve. spencer seemed more interested and challenged by literally every single one of them. and i think he needs someone who challenges him. like spencer understands everything, give him someone who he can’t figure out and who drives him insane and is endlessly compelling and confusing elle greenaway!! we saw the way he wanted to genuinely consume lilah and cat. both more interesting than maeve. maeve was giving like… older sister almost?? like that woman had a FIANCÉ and according to canon she was his first “girlfriend” (strong word for what she was… those bitches were e-dating at best) it was just bizarre in the same way it was bizarre for a woman who had been married for ten years with two children to declare her love for him. i genuinely can see him with an older woman elle greenaway but the dynamic was just off with jj and maeve.

so that’s my rant on them. i could go on forever

#asks #ramblings

[thetarttfuldickhead]

It’s seems unlikely that Roy will have time to get up every morning to train with Jamie now that he’s been made manager, but since neither of them feels quite right if they don’t spend absurd amounts of time together they’ll meet up for breakfast after Jamie’s early morning work-out at least three times a week, and then go into work together.

As they spend more and more time hanging out without the excuse of training, though, Roy gets a little particular about keeping things extra professional in the work place: there’s no beating the favouritism allegations, not truly, but when at Richmond he tries to keep it at the Jamie is our best player and my special project and I am going to be extra hard on him-level rather than the Jamie is my best friend and I’m furious about how much I love him-level.

And Jamie’s good with it, too, being all respectfully Coach and doing as he’s told and carefully not giving Roy any lip while they’re on the clock. But because this is Roy it gets a little bit ridiculous at times, potentially leading to interactions like this:

A regular morning a few months into the season, Roy and Jamie arriving just in the nick of time, chatting and grinning as easily as you please when they saunter into the dressing rooms with just a few minutes to spare. Jamie goes to his cubby, Roy steps into his office – only to come right back out:

“Oi, Tartt! Training starts in five minutes, why the fuck haven’t you changed yet?”

As the room around them hushes for a moment, Jamie’s face is a study in confusion turning to incredulity to fucking really, man? “Sorry, Coach,” he says, and there’s just the tiniest hint of snark in his voice. “Bloke who gave me a ride here took ages finishing his toast ‘cause he couldn’t stop nattering on about this play his niece put on last night.”

At that, the rest of the team decide that this is just Roy and Jamie being Roy and Jamie again, nothing to worry about, so they go back to tying their shoelaces and what-not. Roy, however, takes a step closer, waving his finger in Jamie’s face.

“I’m not interested in you fucking excuses, Tartt. Part of your job is being here and ready on time, so don’t go fucking blaming others if you can’t manage that, do you hear me?”

Jamie just looks at him. Roy looks right back, not breaking, and eventually Jamie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Sorry, Coach. Won’t happen again.”

“Good.” Roy nods slowly in that angry way of his, and then he stalks back to his office.

Jamie looks to Sam, probably, and they do their whole little thing of can you fucking believe it and you signed up for this, my friend, so you better suck it up.

Shaking his head at this coldhearted (but fair) lack of support, Jamie turns to Cockburn as he begins to hurriedly change, confiding: “The play was dead good and all, but not like I wasn’t there to see it myself, right? Didn’t really need a scene-by-scene breakdown of it, did I?”

(And then after training they leave together again to go have dinner with Keeley, probably.)

#sorry i’m on a roy being ridiculous kick lately #he's just so fucking funny when he's being ridiculous and i love him a lot #roy and jamie's continued adventures in being utterly weird #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #royjamie #ted lasso #crack #random ramblings #my stuff

[dreamingofep]

Trying to Get to You

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader, sub!Elvis)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: kinda😉

Prompt: You and Elvis are at the Spring Formal and he is on his worst behavior. You have to take him home and teach him to listen to you. Fem!Reader

TW: cussing, teasing/ tension, edging, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this little one shot of sub!Elvis. I want to thank @loving-elvis @powerofelvis @presleysdarling for bringing this idea of 50s sub!Elvis in our late night ✨research✨ conversations. I mean look at these pictures, they’re just giving subby baby boy vibes! 😝 Anyway, please enjoy, I’ve never written something like this so hope you like it! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!

1953 Humes High School

The dance was full of laughter and excitement as the latest songs of the year were playing throughout the auditorium. Elvis had his arm around your waist, keeping you two connected at the hip. In all reality, he was just trying to keep his hands on you as long as he could before the night ended.

He was just like any other 18-year-old boy who loved girls and loved getting attention from them. But he loved getting the attention from you in particular. Elvis caught your eye and he was a love-sick puppy dog for you. The connection was instant and you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It wasn’t sexual all the time, he was happy with just holding your hand but lately, he was like a magnet to you.

His body ached for you and he was too afraid to admit to you right away in case you thought he was being too abrasive. When you first started dating, you would go to his house to study, which later turned into a make-out session, and for the first time, he got hard. You were pressed up against each other and you gasped at the feeling of him pressing against your pelvis. He immediately put space between your body and his and turned beet red when he saw the shock on your face.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, you had just never experienced something like this with a boy. It took you a second to figure out that your body also wanted his too, more than you probably realized. After these intense kisses and electric touches he’d give you, you’d go to the bathroom and realize your panties were covered in wetness. It shocked you at first, but your mind wandered to how it would feel with him inside…

You got more and more confident in yourself and loved to watch him crumble for you. The way he would gasp when your hands trail over his thigh, getting dangerously close to his length, then moving your hand away quickly. The exasperated moans he would give made you feel bad but loved having this control. You would push it further and see if maybe he’d listen to you in a more public setting. Tonight was the spring formal and you told him to be on his best behavior and he might just get rewarded with something good.

You.

Elvis pulls you in for a hug and snaps you out of your train of thought. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tight. The smell of him was so delicious and you loved how inviting it was. It made you feel calm in a sense. You place a kiss on his cheek and he smiles and his cute dimple forms because of it.

He pulls you away from your friend group to the back of the auditorium and pins you up against the wall. He presses his hard bulge into you and you gasp. His hand trails along your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. Your tongues crash into each other and passion melts into the both of you. His hands wander your body and he pushes more of his pelvis forward, grinding into you to relieve this incessant need for you. You slip your hand into his suit jacket and rub your hand along his chest.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?” You accuse, his cheeks turn red as he looks down. “I told you to behave tonight.”

“I need you baby. Please let me,” he groans into your neck. A low hum builds inside of him and puts his hand on the wall above your head, his eyes pleading.

“I already told you you have to wait. Maybe you’ll be lucky and I might just give it to you if you’re a good boy,” you tease with firmness in your voice.

He groans heavily into your ear, grabbing at your ass, cussing with how much he needs you. You love the feeling of him on you but he’s clearly not listening. He pushes his cock again into your pelvis and groans.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re going to cum in your pants if you keep doing this,” you caution, this weak man already crumbling in your hands without you even teasing him yet.

He answers you with another gruff moan and nips at your neck. You glance over his shoulder, seeing how you both are getting judging looks and whispers from couples nearby. This is exactly what you thought would happen, but the more you scan the room, the more you see the shocked faces of people passing by watching you get pinned against this wall. Your cheeks redden and you push at his chest to bring space between him, his face grows pitiful as he sees you rejecting.

“Look at you, causing a scene here, making everyone see what a needy whore you’re being. Now you’re definitely not getting anything tonight,” you snap.

The puppy dog look in his eyes grow and it does pull at your heartstrings. You would give in to any wish he ever desires but he must learn to listen to you.

“Oh, honey,” he quivers pitifully.

“Don’t honey me. You had one thing to do and that was to be good and you couldn’t even do that!” you growl. “All you’re receiving is a punishment now. That’s what bad boys deserve.”

“B-b-but where are you gonna take me…” he asks shakily.

“We’re going back to my house. No one’s home so it would just be the two of us. That’s where you’ll learn to listen to me,” you disclose.

The corner of his mouth twitches to form a smirk, but he stops himself so he doesn’t get in more trouble.

“Yes baby,” he says calmly, but the excitement jumps off of him and he can’t stop fidgeting.

The dance finally ends and you get in the car he borrowed from his daddy. It wasn’t too long of a drive to his house but the tension filled the car. He looks over at you as he drives and shakes his head.

“Looking like an angel tonight honey. You had everyone jealous of how good you look in that dress,” he says sweetly.

You smirk at how cute he’s being knowing he’s trying to get on your good side and distract you from how bad he was at the dance. You rest your hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly, placing it a bit too high making him squirm.

“Mhmm. This is a nice suit. Would be a shame if you made a mess in it,” you snicker. He shoots you a look of confusion, then turns his attention back to the road.

Your eyes wander his body and stare at how he is sitting with his legs spread open, the imprint of his soft dick resting down his leg. You bite your lip, wanting to bring him to the edge and have him beg for more from you. Your hand continues to go higher, rubbing his length and putting more pressure near the tip, then easing up as you reach near the base. Elvis takes short, deep breaths through his nose, his eyes dart down to your hand every few seconds. He adjusts his hips in the seat as he gets harder, his cock rubbing uncomfortably along the rough material of his slacks.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you say shortly. Elvis’ breathing becomes labored, and he manages to nod his head.

Your reach for the top button of his pants and slide down the zipper. His entire body freezes as he feels your hand reach into his pants and pull out his cock. You lightly jerk him in your hand, rubbing the precum leaking from him around his sensitive head. His grip on the steering wheel tightens and soft airy moans escape his lips, thankful for the friction. You feel him throb in your hand, aching for you to give him more. You lean over in your seat and pull back his foreskin, swirling your tongue around his head.

“Oh fuck, honey w-w-what a-are you doin’?” He gasps.

You take your mouth off of him and hum gently, “Shh honey, be good. Focus on the road,” you coo quietly and go back to sucking on his sensitive head.

He gasps at your eager tongue as you take more of his length. You use your other hand to rub the rest of him and his hips move with your movements. He starts to moan louder and cuss under his breath. His member starts to twitch and you know he’s dangerously close.

“Don’t cum yet baby,” you hum as you sit up and hold his cock in your hand. He groans loudly and leans his head back on the headrest.

“Ahh...Honey… please help me. I n-n-need to cum,” he whines.

A small smirk forms on your face as you hear him beg for you even more.

“Unless you want to ruin your pants, you’ll do it when I say so,” you demand.

He takes sharp breaths through his mouth and squirms in his seat, trying to hold back his release. You jerk him agonizingly slow in your hand, watching as the veins in his neck protrude out as he tries his best to listen to your commands. Your hand twists and pulls at his length, making him moan with every motion and bringing him right to the edge then stopping abruptly. He presses his lips together and moans deeply.

“Fuucckkk, y/n.”

“Doing so good honey,” you coo.

You tuck him back inside his pants carefully and see that he is turning the corner into your neighborhood.

Your timing couldn’t be any more perfect.

You get into the house and nerves rattle Elvis more than usual. You lead him into your small bedroom and he kicks off his shoes. You do the same and sit on the edge of his bed, fanning out your dress. He looks over you in awe, not sure what he should do.

“Sit down, honey. Right on the bed,” you say patting the bed next to you. He nods his head and makes his way to you in quick strides.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You ask.

“Oh, yes, so much fun thank you. I had the best date imaginable,” he says cutely.

The mood shifts in an instant and his eyes grow serious. They roam over your neck, down to the swell of your breasts, and back up to your eyes. His thumb traces your lips and his breathing begins to hitch.

“Fuck make me cum,” he whines

Before you can say anything, his lips crash into yours with fervor and the way he tastes is spellbinding. Both of your hands wander over each other's bodies and moan and gasp as you touch certain sensitive areas. Your hand finds his length and strokes it softly through his pants. He groans heavily and leans into the palm of your hand. You take your hand off of him and he moans for more.

“Oh baby, please, please keep touching me… I-I-I need you.” He whines into your ear.

“Oh yea? Have you been good to get so much attention?”

“Yes, darlin’. Been on my best behavior I swear,” he pants into your neck. You get up and turn around with your back facing him.

“Lying to me now? I … you couldn’t keep your hands off of me at the dance…making everyone stare with how you would grab me,” you say low, your voice with a sultry edge.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock into your ass. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and he places soft, light kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I-I-I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. The way you looked tonight was killing me and I just needed you,” he huffs. You turn around to face his pleading eyes. He leans in to kiss you, urgency filling every nip and suck on your bottom lip. His hands roam your back and moans at the mere contact of his skin on yours.

You want to put him over the edge and watch him fall apart in your hands, so you take it one step further.

“Sit back down on the bed. Be good and listen,” you say coyly.

His eyes grow like saucers and he backpedals to the edge of the bed. He sits down with his legs spread open. Your eyes trail over his long legs and see his hard cock straining against his leg, his balls making his pants bulge just begging to come out.

“Don’t move,” you command as you walk in between his legs, almost touching his body.

Watching this quivering little boy start to come undone in front of you, you want to make it as difficult as possible. You twist your arm behind you and stretch your fingers and drag the zipper down your back and to your hips. You let your arms go down and let the dress fall off your torso, gently pooling in a puddle at your feet.

You turn around to face him in your bra and underwear and his eyes are blown wide.

You place your hands on his shoulders and remove his jacket, letting it fall behind him.

You slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it off his arms and toss it on the bed. His chest heaves and his hands nervously rubbing along his pants wiping the sweat off of them.

You straddle your legs around his hips and sit in his lap. His hard member pushed up against your core causing you to tense up from the feeling. The heat coming off of him was suffocating and his blazing eyes bore into yours.

“You gonna be good for me?” You ask

“Y-yes honey. I promise.” He says quietly.

You bat your lashes at him playfully and play with the loose strands of hair falling on his forehead. He whines into your chest leaving wet kisses along your breasts. You sigh, loving the attention he’s giving you and how he’s basically putty in your hands.

“Please I need you,” he whines, his hips bucking up to press into your core. You hold back the moan you want to give, you don’t want to let him win that easily.

Your hips grind into his and he lets out a loud groan.

“I know you do honey, I know. But you wouldn’t listen. Now you have to endure your punishment,” you say firmly.

Your hips rock softly into him, whiney moans escape his mouth and his hands tighten on your hips, having you grind hander onto him. You grab his wrists and place them down beside him and hold them there.

“No, I get to do what I want to you,” you demand. “Lay there and be quiet.”

You push at his chest until his back is on the bed and you nip at his neck, putting his hands above his head and holding them there. He grunts in frustration that he can’t touch you and the incessant teasing that you’re giving with your mouth isn’t helping anything either.

Your mouth makes its way down to his chest and licks at his nipples. He gasps and shoots his head up to see what you’re doing. You let go of his wrists and find his other nipple and pinch it in between your fingers. You lightly bite and suck on them making him lose every ounce of control.

“Agh Mama, please,” he cries out, writhing underneath you.

“What did I say about being quiet,” you say firmly looking back up at him. His cheeks flush and nods his head in acknowledgment.

You work your way down his torso, leaving nip marks along his chest and tummy. As you get dangerously close to his waistband, he freezes and makes delicious moans for you. You pause, then kiss his hard length, leaving a lipstick mark on his slacks. He groans viciously, being so worked up for hours that the slightest touch is almost too much for him. Your mouth finds the tip of him and applies pressure there, kissing it. He lets out another loud moan and his body shakes.

You get off of his hips and unclip your bra, tossing it to the side and sliding down your panties as he watches you with intensity. Your hands slowly trail down your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples, letting a soft moan as you make eye contact with him. Your hand goes down your torso and your fingers graze against your wet pussy. You run slow circles on your clit, watching as Elvis bites at his bottom lip and moans as he watches you. Your fingers get coated in your arousal and you lean on your knee onto the bed once again.

“Open your mouth, taste me,” you say as you grab his chin and put your fingers to his lips.

He eagerly opens his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head as he tastes your sweet honey. He moans with you in his mouth and swirls his tongue around your slender fingers. You pull them out of his mouth and proceed to straddle his hips once again.

“Good honey. Now I’m going to grind on your cock and I’m going to cum. Don’t you dare cum before me,” you command. He squeezes his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrow in agony.

“Agh please no baby I can’t last that long. I need you,” he cries out. You reach down and unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. His precum has left a dark wet spot on his slacks and you smirk at the sight.

“You’re going to have to. Wait to cum until I say so,” you say as you adjust his length up and rest his cock between your dripping folds. The instinctive roll of your hips makes you choke back a moan. The heat of his member feels incredibly good on you and makes you want him more. You continue to move back and forth on his hard cock and watch as he moans with every movement you make.

Elvis groans out your name, rolling his head back and forth into the pillow in agony.

“Mama-,” he chokes out.

“I’m not going to tell you again to be quiet,” you emphasize with a firm grind of your hips.

Tears start to well in his eyes and his gaps become louder. You place your hands on his chest and lean forward so he can see your breasts on full display. The coil in your belly starts to tighten and your clit begins to throb.

The sounds of your wetness rubbing along his cock was driving him insane and his hands grip onto the sheets.

You let out soft airy moans as you come apart on him. Your walls squeeze over and over and your legs shake as your orgasm floods your senses. He watches you ride out your high in awe and cries out for you.

Tears fall down the sides of his face and he starts to beg manically for you.

“God y/n, please, p-p-please make me cum I can’t take this baby!” He begs loudly, his chest heaving, his nose sniffling, and the tears continue to pour.

You get off of him and that produces another gasping moan from him.

“You think you deserve to cum now?” You tease, lightly running your fingertips along his nipples and he jumps because of it. Your hands find his aching cock, red in color, and precum running down his shaft. You wrap your hand around him firmly and feel him twitching with need.

He nods his head at you and groans deeply, holding back as long as he can.

Your other hand moves down to his balls and cup them in your hand. You lightly squeeze them and he cries out for you again. You jerk him off nice and slow and massage his balls firmly as you watch his begging eyes become huge. His cock twitches and throbs in your hand and you think he’s learned his lesson by now.

“Okay baby, cum for me,” you order and his hips buck up into your hand. It only takes a few pumps and he comes in fast, thick spurts that land all over his tummy and chest. He moans your name over and over and his face is flushed with ecstasy.

“Oh g-g-od mama yes t-t-thank you for letting me cum,” he manages to gasp out.

You moan too when you see how much is coming out of him and pooling onto his chest. You lean down and lick his sensitive head, making sure to get the last few drops out of him, and he lets out another gasp.

“No, no, no baby too sensitive,” he barely gets out.

You don’t listen as you continue to lick and suck on him. His length feels hot and heavy in your mouth as he starts to come down.

You look up at him and see his face red and the wetness of his tears streaking his face. Letting go of his length, you wipe his face with the back of your hand and kiss his forehead.

“Did so good baby,” you coo softly.

He smiles as he looks up at you and nods his head.

“Felt so good mama,” he whimpers.

“Did we learn our lesson?” You ask teasingly.

He hums softly and bites his bottom lip and looks up at you.

“Yes baby, I’ll always be a good boy for you.”

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Febuwhump Day 5 - Rope Burn

Well this took forever! I actualy finished last ight but then I wasn't sure if I hated it or not, so I had to sleep on it. If you see any typos, no you do not.

Wordcount: 9,300

Rating: Teen

Summary: After Twilight reveals some information about his past, Four tries to use it as a learning opportunity for all of them. It does not go as expected.

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  “There is no way a military leader was that incompetent.”  

  Wild pauses in his story, much to Wind’s frustration, because he really did want to hear the end of it, which he’s about to say, only the vet’s voice raises, a smirk touching the other’s face as he settles down at the fire with the rest of them after coming back from doing rounds. “Sounds about right to me.”  

  “Too competent,” Warriors challenges, dropping his head to thoroughly tousle his hair, “half my men couldn’t do that.” That’s fair, Wind decides, he remembers the captain’s men as all being somewhat... stupid. 

  The champion stares at them, openly astounded. “How,” he begins, glancing between the vet and captain “are your kingdoms still standing? If the leaders of your defenses are less capable than Master I-killed-myself-on-accident-with-my-own-power Kohga?” 

  “Spoilers!” That’s how the story ends? Wild had only just begun to get to the part where he fought Kohga, but now the ending has been well and truly ruined! Although, it seems they’re getting derailed, so it’s quite likely he won’t even get to hear said ending, considering the champion is too busy looking between captain and veteran for answers. 

  The vet just snorts, unknowing of what he’s missed, and of Wind’s ire, and simply crossing his legs and focusing on the fire. “Where do you think I got the title of veteran? I don’t just sit on my fanny all day, champ.” 

  When the champion’s eyes turn to Warriors, the captain just shakes his head. “I have no clue.” It‘s more sigh than anything, as though the captain’s long since given up hopes for competency among his people. “I’d say Impa, but even she can’t hold the country together by herself, so I’m assuming it’s pure dumb luck.” 

  Across camp, Sky, who’d been the first one to say anything after the champion’s insane story, stares. “You’re saying I brought down the knights of Skyloft just so they could devolve into idiotic half-competent protectors of the country and leave kids to be the ones to save the world?” It’s harsh, but it’s fair as well, although not everyone seems to think so. Wind can’t say anything on the matter though because the closest to military groups they have in his world are pirates, and pirates don’t exactly serve the people. 

  The group as a whole gives each other considering looks, although Legend and Warriors are too busy talking with their eyes- Legend raising a brow and Warriors sighing, rolling his own eyes and earning a smirk in answer- to really care about what everyone else thinks. He thinks Legend asked a question, but how either of them can read each other that well, considering how rarely they even interact, he’s not sure.  

  “The knights in my era are half-competent,” Four assures, “easily manipulated by magic, but they’re just people, so I can’t really blame them. They’re good at their work though.” 

  “Lucky,” Legend scoffs. 

  Time also seems confident in the soldiers of his era, but Twilight adds that his own are cowards and pathetic, so it seems they’re split. Wind, Wild, and Hyrule can’t add anything, due to the lack of military forces in their eras, the soldier is in agreement with their farm boys on the idiocy of his own people, and only their first two and the old man seem to have any faith whatsoever in those set to guard their era. He wonders if maybe there was a decline, after one of them, that led to the army of Hyrule falling, but he doesn’t ask, since it’s unlikely they can say for sure anyway. 

  “How often do you interact with knights though?” Sky challenges, glancing between them. Most haven’t been around them often, but those who’ve got only ill to say all scoff, almost simultaneously, which startles them as much as it does the rest of the group. 

  “I live with them,” the captain starts slowly, glancing between Twilight and Legend with a curious half-smile as though he’s actively trying to figure out what on earth could tie them to the people whom they so frequently scorn. “Spent the last five or six years in the army.” 

  The vet’s a bit more hesitant with his answer, staring between them warily, guarded. “My sister is a knight commander, and our family has ties with the army, so I end up around them a lot more than I’d like, even when they aren’t actively hunting me down.” And Wind wants to stop the conversation there and ask about the fact that Legend apparently has a family and also a reason for the army to be up his ass about something, but he doesn’t get a chance because once more, someone else speaks first. 

  “I grew up on a military base,” Twilight snorts, “trust me, soldiers are as dumb as rocks.” 

  And well, Legend having a family isn’t that crazy in comparison to that. 

  Warriors starts, staring at the rancher, blinking slowly as though still trying to process the words of the other. “I’m sorry- you what?” 

  “I thought you grew up in Ordon?” Wild questions, turning to his mentor, confusion on clear display. 

  Yeah, Wind has a feeling that Wild’s story is well and truly over now, but he supposes it’s worth it. Learning something about their rancher is, he supposes, better than hearing the rest of the story the cook had already spoiled the ending too, especially as the limit of their knowledge about the rancher at this point is that he’s from Ordon, used to work as a ranch hand, and is descended from Time and Malon somehow. The fact that he’s a hero goes without saying, but the ranch hand nearly never shares anything about himself, even though he seems to love talking about his hometown and all the people in it, to the point where some of them feel they know the village and its residents already, despite still not having been there yet. 

  Yet, the rancher is grinning as he leans back, the sprig of hylian rice between his teeth bouncing some as he flashes a wolfish grin at them. “Well, yeah, sort of.” 

  “Sort of?” Time nudges his pup, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Their leader isn’t keen on them being cryptic with him, even though he frequently does so himself. The hypocrite. “Explain.” 

  The rancher chuckles, a nervous little thing, but obediently pulls himself up, resting his weight over his knees as he looks around the fire at all of them, eyes glinting slightly. “Well, y’see, I a’tually grew up in a citadel on the edge of Hyrule.” 

  Warriors jaw drops so fast. “Holy Hylia you’re a military brat.” 

  He can’t help it; he bursts into laughter. Yes, objectively, it’s funny to see Warriors so shocked, but from an outsider's perspective it is so, so much funnier because he’s met Warriors parents and sisters, and he’s seen for himself the proof that the captain is anything but the sissy city boy Twilight likes to accuse him of being. No, the captain was born in Hebra, so far out from cities that he thought Kakariko was huge. Meanwhile, it turns out their “country boy” actually grew up in a military base? Not the country? It turns out Twilight is the military brat and Warriors was the hill-billy? How the turn tables have turned! 

  The rest of the heroes stare at him, confused, but the captain just rolls blue eyes, pinching the tip of his ear to make him shut up. “Ignore him.” 

  Twilight’s dark gaze flicks between them, but apparently, he determines to listen to the captain for once. “Right, so, my dad was a’tually a knight from some family o’ knights or summat, an’ my mom comes from desert folk, so I grew up on the border studyin’ with other knights’ kids to take on our fathers’ duties ’n protect Hyrule one day.” 

  The stares are very, very evident by now, although Legend’s in particular is strangely intense, studying the other with his mouth half open like he’s got a question about the rancher’s words.  

 Broad shoulders shrug, a bit awkward as the rancher grins at them. “My friends growin’ up were dumber’n rocks, an’ every knight I’ve met since is the same, so yeah. Knights ‘re stupid.” 

  “Just a question,” and it seems the vet decided to actually ask whatever’s in his head, “but your knight family, they Hyrulian Knights?” 

  “Yeah?” 

  The vet nods, slowly, lips pursed like he’s sucking on a lemon. “Oh.” 

 “Why?” 

  A shake of pink hair, eyes turning back to the fire. “Same hat is all.” 

  “You too?” 

  “Born and raised, but never followed. Your folks drag you to Snowpeak every winter too?” 

  The rancher shakes his head. “Naw, yeti’s took the place over some time ago. I’d heard it used to be ours though, never thought much of it though. You’ve been?” 

 “Yeah.” 

  “Hold up,” Watrriors interrupts the, frankly unexpected, moment between their rancher and vet to stare between both of them “You’re both military brats, you both hate soldiers, and you both neglected to say anything until freaking now? Also, Hyrulian Knights? You’re talking about the fabled family that sealed back Ganon here, right? Produced the Savior of Labrynna, may or may not be the family of the Hero of Time?” That has their old man looking up, startled, for a moment. It’s only a moment though, because that one wide eye promptly shoots down to Twilight and then, as though on second thought, Legend too, Time’s stare growing ever more startled and shaken, ears twitching like they used too when he was particularly confused or trying to work something out in his head. 

  Legend snorts. “Yes.” 

  “Heads up,” Hyrule chuckles, “Legend is the Hero of Labrynna, so keep your hero worship at a minimum there, Wars.” 

  He thinks that the captain’s face flickers through all five stages of grief for a moment there before the man gets up and simply...walks away, leaving Hyrule rocking in his seat from laughter and Sky looking thoroughly befuddled. “Is he okay?” 

  “Big hero worship,” Wind says, like the snitch he is. He’s no traitor in most senses, but if he can give Warriors a little grief, tease him a bit, he will. He’s fine with sharing some of the things he’d learned under the care of the other. “Apparently he views that guy like I did with Time, wanted to be like him and everything.” 

  Rather than flush or falter, Legend’s lemon-sucking face gets even more pronounced. “Why?” 

  “Because apparently the stories all say you were such an inspiring leader to Labrynna’s army that soldiers and generals emulated both your tactics and speeches for decades after Ganon’s defeat.” It’s amazing to watch the vet’s entire world-view shatter at the words, the man apparently not sure if he should look off towards their captain who’s flopped on his bedroll to contemplate his whole life all over again or down at the ground to contemplate his own. Like the problem child he usually chooses not to be, Wind decides to make it worse. “His Hyrule considers you the greatest knight that ever lived.��� 

  Ringed hands bury in pink hair, violet eyes blowing wide as the other hunches over, mind clearly blown. Beside the vet, Twilight gently (and by gently, Wind means very cautiously) claps his brother’s back, his own face a bit tense. 

 Wind is loving watching this. This is better than listening to Wild explain his exploits against the Yiga! Although, he’s also curious. “Did you really grow up in a citadel, Twi?” 

  “Yeah,” a brief nod, dark eyes lingering on their malfunctioning veteran, “I only traveled up Ordon way around your age, when the citadel fell.” 

  Okay, not touching that bomb. “What was it like?” 

  His question earns a grin. “What you’d expect, I s’pose. We were monsters as kids, an’ I s’pose growin’ up military gave us a twisted view of the world. Or, rather, of what was normal any’ays.” 

  “Like how?” Sky, who grew up in a knight’s academy and seems entirely normal by what standards Wind has, asks. 

  “Our main games usually centered around pretendin’ to be knights an’ capturin’ each other or doin’ what we saw our dads doin’ most of the time.” 

  “Like?” Time prods again. 

 Twilight grins, and then falters, looking suddenly alarmed as he glances over the rest of them. “Okay, in hindsight, it was messed up.”   

  Now he really wants to know. “What did you do?”  

  The others all stare; those who aren’t, like Warriors and Legend, currently questioning their existence. Their concern is steadily growing the more Twilight falters and flushes, and Wind is now very much dying to know what sort of shenanigans the rancher used to get up to as a kid. Whatever it was, it can’t be worse than what Time used to put him through during the war, although the idea of their sweet and warm rancher being related to the gremlin he remembers from back then is now not so insane a concept anymore. 

  “Alright,” The (apparently not from Ordon) Ordonian starts at last, and Wind’s not sure if the rancher is aware that he’s moved his hand up to be toying with the vet’s hair now, a nervous sort of stroking, but the vet hasn’t snapped at him for it yet, although maybe that’s because he’s just too lost in his own head to notice, “don’t judge.” 

  “I will reserve my judgement,” Four answers, slowly, “but no promises.” 

  “I grew up on the edge of the desert, an’ most of what our folks did was hunt Gerudo thieves an’ protect traders in an’ outta the desert.” Which makes sense, but he feels like Twilight’s getting at something less than what his parents did for a living. “Nowadays, my hairs a fair bit darker, but it was purdy red back then an’ the other kids kind of figured it meant that when we played, I had to be the evil Gerudo thief, since, y’know, red hair.” 

  Ah, racism in children, now Wind sees it. Not what he was hoping for but he’s not sure what he was expecting. 

  “So,” Twilight clears his throat awkwardly, “when we played, I’d be the bad guy an’ they’d chase me down and ‘capture’ me. In hindsight, it probably was less play an’ more bullyin’ since I wasn’t too well liked at first an’ they weren’t very nice about it.” 

  “But?” Sky asks, maybe too hopefully. 

  “But,” the rancher accepts, because apparently there's something good in this after all, or at least something that makes the man smile, “part of the ‘game’ involved them tryin’ to tie me up. Unfortunately for them, I got mighty good at escapin’ bein’ tied up. I think I must’ve impressed ‘em, because they started makin’ a game of if I could escape various crazy things, an’ sometimes would ask me to help ‘em tie each other up so they could try a hand at it too.” Sharp teeth glint in a fond smile. “Got a reputation for bein’ slippery as a snake and sly as a fox, an’ t’others all started treatin’ me like some sorta genius. We became friends awful fast after.” 

  An awkward silence settles over camp after that, the rancher’s words sinking in and the rest of them processing what was said. Surprisingly, it’s Legend who breaks it, lifting his head from his own hands, apparently having decided to shelf whatever feelings he’s having, but also apparently missing the hand still tangled in his hair. “So, in other words, you earned the respect of your bullies and made their bullying into what sounds like a perfectly normal childhood game.” 

  “What sort of a childhood did you have again?” Sky deadpans. “Didn’t you start adventuring at like, eight?” 

  “And?” The vet returns, looking actually, genuinely confused as to what that has to do with anything. 

  Their chosen hero sighs, shaking his head, apparently already giving up on trying to explain the flaw in the vet’s logic. Honestly, Wind can’t see it, whatever it is, but he’s getting the impression that kids on Skyloft and kids in Hyrule have very, very different experiences.  

- 

  It’s about a week later that someone brings it up again, and surprisingly, it’s Four. 

  They’re sitting around the main room of the smithy’s house, keeping warm after spending the last day out in the middle of a strange mix of fog and rain while hunting monsters. The smithy’s parents have been very welcoming towards their guests, and all of them are savoring the chance to fully relax for the first time in a good while. Well, most of them, Legend and Hyrule don’t seem particularly capable of fully relaxing, so Four’s mother has roped them into helping her in the little garden out back, which seems to be quite to the vet’s tastes and, while foreign to Hyrule, a new experience the traveler doesn't seem keen on passing up. 

  That leaves the rest of them free in the otherwise empty house, left to their own devices while the smithy’s father attends to his work at the castle. Twilight is trying (and failing) to teach Warriors how to play chess, and Wind and Wild are busy playing with Four’s cat, Tongs, when the smithy suddenly walks into the room again after coming downstairs and addresses the rancher. “Do you think you could still escape being tied up?” 

  Time, who was sitting on the couch, looking halfway towards dozing off, suddenly starts awake again and stares, as do the rest of them. 

  “Pardon?” The rancher asks, sighing in defeat as Warriors knocks all the pieces off the chess board with an agitated scowl, signifying his disinterest in continuing to try and learn the “stupid” game. 

  “The game you mentioned,” Four reminds them, crossing the room to perch on the couch arm closest to the rancher, although why he doesn’t just sit on the couch, Wind’s not sure. “You said your friends were really impressed by your ability to escape all the time. Do you think you could still do that?” 

  Twilight shrugs, scooping up the fallen chess pieces to put back in their box, all while Warriors glares at one of the rooks like it’s personally offended him. Wind wasn’t watching close enough to know if it had or not. “I mean, I might, haven’t tried in a while. Why?” 

  The smithy kicks his feet, well off the floor, and frowns, a thoughtful frown like he’s slowly piecing his words together. “I was curious. I’ve never been good at that sort of thing, and I wanted to know if you’d be willing to show us so I could get better.” 

  “And why do you need to get better at escaping being tied up?” The captain interjects, tossing the white rook into the box with a twitch of a frown. 

  “So sure you want to ask that?” Sky snorts, moseying in from the kitchen where Four’s mother had given them free access to make tea and grab food. The face the captain makes at him is scandalized but their chosen hero just slurps his tea, staring over the rim of his cup with raised brows. 

  Wind doesn’t get the joke. He’s not sure if he wants to. 

  Four huffs, slightly red in the cheeks, but presses on. “During my adventure, I made...some mistakes. It resulted in my capture, and I couldn’t exactly escape. I don’t want that to happen again.” It’s a simple enough answer, glazing over anything and everything other than the smithy getting captured, but it still raises questions, although not the ones the smithy was likely trying to avoid. 

  “I thought you were a knight?” Warriors picks up the queen piece, not dropping it yet but not staring at it either, instead focusing his narrowed eyes on their smithy. “All soldiers are trained on what to do in the case of capture, torture, and questioning. Did you not recieve that training?” 

  It’s Twilight’s turn to shift about to stare at the captain. “How would they train that sort of thing?” 

  The captain’s face screws up, “Am I the only one who was taught this? Sky,” the man drops the queen and it goes rolling across the table, “did you or did you not receive-” 

  “No,” the chosen hero doesn’t even wait for the other to finish. “Who on earth would even interrogate us? Skyloftian knights fight monsters, not men.” A long sip follows the words before Sky frowns and turns to look down at the seated soldier. “Do they seriously teach you about torture?” 

  “Yes?” Warriors glances around, but all of them look back at him with confusion. “All common soldiers learn this? You have to in order to progress through the ranks?” 

  “Not ringing a bell,” Time deadpans, staring at the captain with both eyes. 

  Warriors blinks, like the idea that his experience with knighthood not being universal is, in fact, a surprise to him. Wind can’t blame him though, considering based off of what he knows about the other, Warriors had gone through most of his experiences beside dozens of other young men, including his own childhood friends, in order to reach the rank he was at before the war started and he’d been suddenly promoted to captain. 

  “Well,” Four shifts, crossing his legs, “that’s a can of worms to be addressed later, but back to my question: Twilight, can you teach me escape tricks?” 

  “Correction,” Time sits up and turns around, eyes lingering on the captain a moment more before turning on his pup, “Twilight, Warriors, would both of you two be willing to help the rest of us learn escape methods and-” a vague hand motion is made at the soldier, “-whatever sort of training you received that all the rest of the knights here haven’t.” 

  The request seems to make the captain extremely uncomfortable and Wind doesn't miss the way royal blue eyes dart to him, hesitant. “Not the torture part.” 

  “What does that entail?” Sky asks, stare sharp and heavy in ways the man usually never is. 

  “Doesn’t matter,” Warriors is already moving to stand, leaving Twilight to clean up the rest of their game by himself. “I’m not teaching that to kids.” 

 “I am not a child!” It feels like the thousandth time he’s said that, but the look in the captain’s eyes.... yeah, he’ll let the man have this one. He's not sure he wants to see what it is that Warriors is trying to protect them from, especially after he saw everything that happened to the man during the war. 

  - 

  They have to recruit Legend and Hyrule from the garden, which Four does, and in the meantime Wind produces a length of rope for them to use for the exercise. The captain and Twilight are speaking in hushed whispers in the corner when Four returns with the others, and Legend shoots them a curious look as he heads over to where Wind is uncoiling all the rope he had in his bag. 

  “What’s going on?” 

  “Training exercise.” He answers, handing off the rope to the vet, who starts slightly at the contact but then helps him in re-coiling the loose chord.  

  “Why is the captain so tense?” 

  Those words make him look up, staring for a moment. Twilight seems perfectly at ease, but their soldier’s shoulders are tense, jaw set in a way he usually only has during a battle or shortly after one. Even the captain’s hands are still; devoid of their typical tremor, and if that’s not a sign to make him worry, he’s not sure what is. That said, he’s a bit surprised Legend had picked up on that. “I think he’s got bad memories of doing this before, he was pretty firm with Time about what he was and wasn’t willing to teach us.” 

  “Which is?” 

  “What to do if you’re captured or otherwise held against your will,” Time seems to materialize out of nowhere to answer the question, making Legend start slightly and scowl at the man. “Apparently most knights are trained to handle it, and I think you boys could benefit from having that knowledge too.” 

  “Yeah,” Legend snips, “because the shadow is totally gonna tie us to a chair and demand to know all our secrets.” 

  The conversation in the corner breaks off, Warriors running both hands through his hair in an agitated way while Twilight moves over to join the rest of them. “Maybe not, but the shadow ain’t the only threat out there, vet. You know that.” 

  The point is conceded, and the rest of them move in close, following their rancher’s example and watching as the man settles down into a kitchen chair Four had provided for their use. Twilight is not the one to start though, instead \turning his own attention, and thus the others do as well, towards the captain, who’s looking a little less like his normal self. It takes a moment, but Wind finally decides it’s the mess the man’s hair is in, that and the way all his emotions seem to have been wiped away cleanly as he stalks towards where the rancher is sitting.  

 “Twilight has agreed to show you all how to handle this, meanwhile, as I have the training, I will be instructing.” His breathing is off. “In some cases- most actually, the likelihood of being captured and watched by a large group is rare. Most of you don’t look like a major threat and few of you have a rank worth exploiting by your enemies, so your chances of being captured and tortured are low. The chances of questioning is also low, although possible, but considering how well you all keep your own secrets, I don’t think I have to teach you how to keep your mouths shut.” There’s the slightest quirk of a smile at that, and a few smile back. 

  Wind doesn’t. Wind is too busy watching the way too-steady hands reach out to take the rope Legend is still holding. 

  “I don’t need to teach you all how to watch the enemy, or how to be cautious, sneaky, how to move about without being seen- you know these things already.” The rope snaps in what he knows is a purposeful motion by the soldier to unsettle them, and that, if anything, is assurance that Warriors is still in there, and not entirely overwhelmed. Come to think of it, he may even be purposefully throwing them off with his behavior and appearance in order to better convey what it’s like to be held captive by a stranger. The thought actually makes him start and stare, watching closely. The hand thing can’t be faked, so maybe there’s some truth to the terrifying mask the captain is pulling; cold, harsh, calculating and seeking a reaction, but he genuinely hopes most of it really is just put on. “But how do you escape binds of different kinds? How do you quickly turn the tables to take yourself from prisoner to captor?” A twist of the hands and Warriors has made knot dangerously close to a noose. “Let’s try that, shall we?” 

  At his side, Legend tenses, eyes fixed on the captain as the man wraps the noose quickly around one of Twilight’s wrists, the rancher allowing himself to be manipulated as needed for the time being while Warriors twists and pulls and ties the rope this way and that. It's genuinely impressive, the kinds of knots and the effort put into them, far more than most enemies are likely to bother using, but the man still uses them, calling their attention to the different kinds and showing how some give way with a tug and others tighten, informing them that feeling the sort of knot used can be a huge step in escaping it, as it provides clues on how to manipulate your bindings to your own will. 

  Once the captain is finished, Twilight’s wrists and ankles are both quite effectively restrained, the rancher sitting quietly as he allows the rest of them to look over the bonds and Warriors to explain further about why certain knots are used and which ones to be on the lookout for. They are allowed to touch, encouraged even, to see how the rope feels, because- as the captain instructs them, clipped and cold- the likelihood of being granted sight is very low indeed when held captive. 

  “Everyone got all that?” At their nods, Warriors turns to Twilight. “Go nuts.” 

  Watching Twilight escape is very nearly as interesting as watching him get tied up. The rancher doesn’t explain nearly anything at all, focusing instead on getting out, but Warriors fills the blanks, pointing out that shifting, tugging and rolling your limbs can help loosen most bonds, even if it does tend to tighten the knots. “You don’t want to untie each knot, just get out of them. Most escapes need to be quick so as to actually be able to get out, but some circumstances give you time enough to pick over the knots later if you need the rope for something else. Getting a read on your situation at all times is crucial, but you have to rely on your own judgement much of the time in order to know what skills to employ and what to set aside.” 

  By the time the man is done speaking, Twilight is springing up out of the chair and making a grab at the captain. Almost without breathing, Warriors catches the other in a headlock. It's like watching a snake strike, one moment it looks like Twilight has him, and the next, the rancher is doubled over with their captain’s arms around his neck. 

  “Good try.” 

  Twi grins. “Woudla had’ja if I’d had time to slip my feet free.” 

  “Or if I’d been paying less attention,” the captain smiles, but it’s cold, thin, and very much not like their brother. The man’s hands let loose the other, leaving Twilight free to tug loose his feet while he turns back to the rest of them. “A key point is to watch for opening at all times. If your enemy turns their back or drops their guard, they give you a chance to over-power, injure, or kill them.” It’s said too coldly, too clinically, as though Warriors isn’t even talking about a life at all. He's beginning to see why the man spoke about this sort of training like he did; Warriors will be dumbing it down for them, making it something they can process, but with soldiers, commanders who didn’t give a shit about the innocence of their students, he can only imagine how this sort of thing would have been, especially paired with the knowledge that Warriors had also withstood training for torture and interrogation, so the mental strain would have been far worse then. 

  Honestly, maybe it’s not an act. Maybe Warriors is just used to shutting his emotions off when it comes to issues like this. 

  “Any questions?” 

 “Yeah,” it’s a new voice, one he doesn't know yet, which speaks, and it has all the heroes turning about abruptly at the sound of it, except the captain, who seems unsurprised, unlike them, to see Four’s father standing in the doorway “What on earth is going on here?” 

  As though of one mind, they all turn on the smithy. 

  “Training?” 

  “What kind?” The man leans in the door, one brow raised. He doesn’t look upset, maybe bemused, but Wind still feels Legend draw up stiff beside him. 

  “Escape training, sir,” Warriors clips, stepping forwards to address the man, “your son tells me he hasn't had a chance to undergo such training previously.” 

  “No.” It’s a very loaded word, “he hasn’t.” Guarded, wary, maybe even pained. Wind’s not sure, but he supposes maybe Four’s father doesn’t like the idea of his son undergoing whatever this training entails. 

  The captain doesn’t let the other knight’s tone bother him though. “All due respect sir, he requested that the Hero of Twilight and I instruct him, and the rest, in order that he might have some knowledge of what to do in the case of capture, sir.” Oh, Warriors is falling into soldier mode for real now. Shit. 

  Sir Smith notices too, apparently, face softening some as he looks at the younger soldier. “As ease, captain.” 

  Warriors does not relax in the slightest. 

  “Well,” their smithy’s father turns to look over them and the room in general, “I suppose it’s good knowledge to have, and about time you had it. Is there anything I can do to assist?” 

The offer is accepted eagerly by their smithy, and while Warriors still looks somewhat tense, Wind’s quite sure it’s the nature of the training and not the man offering to help with it. No, the captain and this world’s army commander had got on like a housefire last night, and he knows Warriors likes the man. It’s fine, his brother is just uncomfortable and thus falling into familiar patterns and behaviors in order to not betray that. Given time after, and Warriors will slowly drop those and return to his normal self once he’s ready. He’ll be okay. 

 “Escapin’ is like pretty boy said,” Twilight tells them, standing up again now that he’s free, “it’s a matter of gettin’ the ropes loose enough t’slip out. Amateurs tend to go too loose, an’ they keep it quick an’ easy. ‘pparently soldiers cover all the bases though.” The last part is added with a snort and a light nudge at their captain. 

  Time nods, slowly. “Four minutes and seventeen seconds. Quite impressive, pup.” 

  The words have the rancher beaming. 

  “Right,” Warriors plows ahead, ignoring the moment and looking over each of them. “Legend, you said you’d been trained, how about you show the rest how a smaller individual can handle this?”  

  The vet glares at the implications but doesn’t say anything. It’s fact that most of them aren’t nearly as big as Twilight and, considering few of them possess his brute strength either, having a few examples will probably give them more to work off of in the long run. Still, there’s something wary about the way the vet approaches the chair, hands already fisted as he stands in front of it, rather than deliberately sitting as the rancher had done. 

 “Commander,” Warriors turns over to Four’s father (he’s introduced himself as Leon, right?) and motions to the vet. “I believe you have more experience than I.” 

  The elder soldier nods, in one motion both conveying respect and also submitting himself to the command of the younger soldier for the time being, which Wind thinks is very grand of him considering it’s the older man’s own house they’re in, and his son they’re teaching. Then again though, Four had said that his dad is the sort of person who isn’t afraid to let a younger person take the lead if they know what they’re doing. 

  He wonders how Four knows that to be able to say it so confidently. What on earth does he get up to on his own? 

  A question for later, he guesses. Right now, it’s time to pay attention, because even if he hopes to grow as big as Twilight, Legend and he are pretty close in size now, so this will be more useful for him than watching the rancher. 

  Unlike Twilight, Legend doesn’t go easily, making Leon actually have to fight against him in order to continue. That, apparently, it is good though, as Warriors makes it a teaching point, “Generally speaking,” one large hand catches the vet’s dominant one, “you don’t want to let the enemy tie you down in the first place. Honor is all well and good, but when it comes to surviving, no one’s blaming you for fighting dirty.” Something Legend is notorious for. “Watch how the vet handles this, then we’ll discuss after. Sir Leon-” that is the right name then, great! “-will probably approach it differently than I do as well, so be aware that all captors are not the same.” 

  And the smithy’s father definitely doesn’t handle things the way Warriors did, nor does Legend. Where Twilight had let Warriors shift and move him as needed, Legend fights, and where Warriors had given little vocal cues to his “prisoner” and guided his motions carefully, well aware that a wrong move from the rancher at close proximity could do damage, Leon isn’t nearly as careful, instead grabbing, holding, and forcing the vet’s arms behind his back before slinging a rope around them with all the speed of a sailor in a storm. Also, unlike Warriors, Leon doesn’t use a variety of knots, rather keeping it quick and tight. 

  “He’s got thin wrists, so a tighter bind is needed. Some tie it tight enough to harm, but that’s not the goal here. Know it happens though.” The elder soldier tells them, yanking back on the vet who makes to push away. He doesn’t try to force the vet into the chair, instead catching the younger by the collar while his free hand works, hissing, “stay still, you wriggly thing!” 

  Wind’s not sure what exactly about the situation is wrong, but he swears he hears the vet’s breath catch, stutter, and then with a truly terrific show of strength, Legend rips himself free of the man’s hold, kicking back against the knight and propelling himself forwards hard enough that his collar slips free from the man’s hands and the vet can stumble very quickly away. Rather than stage an “attack” though, the hero just spins about, and the whole room freezes. 

  Legend’s stance is too tightly wound, breath too sharp, too harsh, but most obvious is the utter and complete terror shining in blown out violet eyes.  

  “Shit,” Warriors is moving before any of them have a clue what to do, and all aggression, put on though it was, immediately disappears from Leon’s own stance as both knights recognize what Wind himself has as well. He doesn't know how, and he doesn’t know why, but something about the situation has acted as enough to trigger the vet into some sort of panic, and what to them is a training exercise, has become, to his mind, very, very real. 

  “Lad-” Leon’s motion towards the vet earns a start back, one that is made even worse when Four jumps up from where he’d been watching. Wind can’t imagine why the sight of Four, of all of the people in the room, would make Legend stumble so far back that he falls flat on his ass, but it happens. It happens and none of them, especially the smithy, miss it. 

  “Vet?” They’re all worried, and several of them step forwards, reaching out, ready to help, wanting to help, only for both Hyrule and Wild to grab those closest to them and pull them back, something Wind does himself, catching ahold of the smithy. The last thing the vet needs is people crowding in and leaving him no space to breathe. Being surrounded when you’re vulnerable is bad, very bad, and if watching out for Mask and watching the captain taught him anything, it’s that letting an experienced adult handle it and keeping everyone else away is the best course of action. 

  “Is he-” again, Leon’s voice is cut off, this time though by a strangled sound from the vet. 

  “Leon,” and it’s the first time that the soldier’s voice has dropped titles to use anything else, “leave.” 

  “Excuse me?” Four hisses, but that also seems to have a very negative effect, one that has the captain turning, slowly, voice low and soft but cold enough to freeze.  

 “You too, smithy.” 

  Whatever is about to be said in return is cut off by Leon hefting his son over his shoulder and quickly leaving the room, although both he and Four look after the others even as they exit the door. If the situation were any different, Wind thinks he might have laughed at Four’s easy acceptance of being carried like a potato sack by his father, but right now dealing with the vet takes precedence. Luckily for all at hand, even if Warriors isn’t the most qualified to run a training simulation, there’s no one better at handing panic attacks. 

  Despite being downed, Legend’s still managed to shift enough that the ropes Leon was working to be decently tight have been mostly ripped off, although they’ve left a nasty burn across the hero’s skin, one that’s bleeding slightly in the worst areas along the inside of his wrists. No one stops him freeing himself though, and while the performance is definitely over, there’s also a part of all of them that notes how quickly Legend pulls himself free, the sailor even hears Time whisper a soft “two minutes, fourteen seconds” to himself, slightly awed. 

  “Hey,” Warriors’ voice has lost every amount of edge, ice, or stiffness as he settles down in front of their felled brother, now as full of warmth as if he’s back on the field, talking Mask out of his own head after the younger hero’s namesake was put away again. “You with me?” 

  Ragged breathing would indicate that no, Legend is not. He’s very much not, just staring after the door where Four and his father had disappeared, eyes still wide and breath too shallow. 

  The captain reaches out; slow, deliberate motions, easy to track as he reaches for the other hero. “You’re okay, alright? You’re safe. We were training, but it’s over. There is no threat here.” 

  The vet flinches away from the hand, inches from his arm, back slamming against a cabinet and making whatever’s inside clatter loudly, which just sees to further unsettled the shaken hero, who jumps at the sound, whipping his head around to look back, only to flick unseeing eyes back towards the captain. 

  Warriors doesn’t so much as falter, using his lifted hand to slowly push shaggy hair out of where it’d been over his eyes for the last while, messy and just slightly wavy at the ends, like he’s not had time to straighten it in a while. “Hey, it’s me. It’s Warriors, you in there, Link?” 

  Violet eyes flicker across the older man’s face, and this time, when Warriors reaches out, Legend doesn’t start away again, although he watches the hand reaching for him like it’ll produce a knife at any second. Luckily for all, the captain’s not capable of that sort of a trick, and all his hand does is catch one of Legend’s own, not by the wrist as Leon had done, but gently catching fingers in his own and guiding them towards himself, pulling the vet’s hand to settle over his chest, eyes locking with the other’s as he breathes a long, purposeful, breath. 

 Just like Mask used to, Legend mimics the action, although his own breath catches some. It doesn’t stop the captain from trying again though, and slowly, steadily, Legend’s breathing evens out again, clarity returning to his eyes like stars coming out at dusk. 

  “There you are,” their brother breathes, soft and warm and gentle and everything that eases tension and doesn’t spark it further, “keep breathing, you’re okay.” 

 Just because he says it though, doesn't mean it works, because the next breath that escapes their brother sounds more like a strangled sob. 

  Warriors doesn’t so much as falter. “You’re okay. It’s alright,” the hand that lifts is flinched back from, so the captain drops it again, resting it only over the hand still pressed to his own chest. “Keep breathing- there we go. You’re okay, you’re safe.” 

 The dart of dark eyes to the door betrays that Legend doesn’t believe him for a moment, but the vet shudders only a bit, focusing on Warriors again as he pulls away from the cabinets, although not so much to be closer to the captain as to not longer be shrinking away. It’s a sign of some recognition though, which is far better than nothing, and apparently a cue for the soldier to find out what is going on. 

  “That escalated a bit quick, wanna tell me what went wrong?” 

  Legend opens his mouth to answer, but a hitching breath is all that comes out, face twisting and screwing up again enough to warn that a repeat is very much in the cards. 

  Warriors counters quickly. “Was it the ropes? Too tight? Too many people?” He keeps the questions far enough apart to give time for a signal one way or another, but Legend doesn't do much more than force shaking breathes out as his hands reach to tangle in his wild hair. His hat fell off in the scuffle, and currently lies at Time’s feet. “Was Leon too-” 

  The strangled sound at the man’s name cuts Warriors off, and recognition shines in blue eyes. 

  “Leon.” Warriors repeats. 

  Legend’s eyes squeeze closed; face pinched up and shattered. 

  The soldier sighs. “Can I touch you?” 

  “No.” The fact that it’s verbalized is a huge step, and Wind sighs a breath of relief. 

  Warriors, likewise, accepts the boundary, shifting back a bit to grant their vet more space, but not so much as to seem like he’s leaving. “Okay, this is related to Leon. Was it how he handled you?” 

  Nothing. 

  “Was it something one of us said?” 

  A hitch in the vet’s breath, the captain opens his mouth to try again, to press, but Legend answers aloud again this time, voice a wreck. “I- he-” a desperate gasp for air as ringed fingers tug at messy hair, “he’s sounds-”  

  No doubt recognizing Mask’s same struggle with words in the other, Warriors offers his own, soft and quiet, but not yet a whisper. “Did he sound like someone you know?” 

  A nod. A fervent, desperate, nod as violet eyes squeeze shut again. “Sorry...” 

  Hearing the vet apologize has never sounded like such an awful thing. He hates it. 

  The captain clearly does too, but he says nothing to that effect, although the brief flick of his ears and flash of his eyes says it for him. “It’s not your fault. It happens to the best of us.” 

 A scoff. Yeah, Legend’s still in there. 

  Warriors presses on. “No really, it does. It sucks, but it happens.” 

  Dark eyes peek open, fixing on the captain. 

  “Yes, even with me.” The smile there is pained, strained, but real, despite all, and the flick down of the vet’s eyes to still outheld hands prompts the captain to reach out once more. “Would you like me to touch now?”  

 There’s a pause, nothing said, and nothing done, just a stillness as Legend considers the offer. He’s wary about touch even on good days, but usually only when it’s expressly offered or pointed out. When no one says anything, it’s usually met with acceptance as long as it’s not demeaning in any way.  

  As though catching onto a similar train of thought, Warriors changes his offer. “I could lend you my scarf?” 

  A glare. Okay, rude, it’s not that demeaning! Wind likes the scarf! Mask adored the scarf! Enough to throw fits when it wasn't his turn with it! Legend doesn’t have to want it, but there’s no need to make faces like that! It earns a laugh from their captain though, eyes creasing the way they rarely do, and only when he really means it, hand falling to rest gently on the foot of the other. Legend doesn’t shake him off, just stares, then lifts his gaze back up to search the captain’s face again. 

  Warriors meets it, smile fading back to the sad one again. 

 The vet’s gaze drops, arms falling to wrap around himself rather than digging his fingers into his scalp. “He looks-” a breath, harsh and strained, angry as it whishes between clenched teeth, brows drawing low with inward turned frustration, “the- our-” 

  “He looks like someone you know?” At yet another, hesitant, nod, Warriors presses further. “Someone who hurt you? Maybe someone you used to trust?” 

  A sigh. A slow nod before the vet’s head drops to rest against his raised knees. He's still shaking. 

  It’s clear as day that Warriors wants nothing more than to wrap an arm around their brother, pull hm close and assure, but he doesn’t. No, the captain respects the established boundary and doesn’t move any closer, hand just resting on one ankle as he crouches in front of their brother. “I get that.” his voice is softer now, bittersweet, “it sucks, I know. There's someone you trust and then you can’t trust them anymore, and it’s hard, especially when you meet someone who reminds you of them.” 

  Shit. Wind knows he shouldn’t, knows both he and Time know better, but neither can help it as they turn their focus on the captain, wary and watching. That is never a good subject to talk about, but the fact that Warriors is the one broaching it for the first time in forever is frankly shocking. 

  “You too?” Legend’s trying to pass off a tired smile of his own, but it just looks like he’s trying not to cry. 

 The captain nods, lifting his hand (definitely noticing how Legend’s breath catches at the loss of contact) and instead turning to lean his own back against the china cabinet, settling in beside their shaken brother, eyes falling closed in what’s both an open sign of trust, but also an obvious bid to ignore the sharp stares of both his boys on him. “Yeah, me too. It sucks, doesn’t it?” 

 “Sounds just like him,” Legend says, the first full sentence since he’d gone down, and Wind doesn't miss the way the other hero leans a bit closer into the captain’s space, although he doesn't touch him. “Looks like ‘im too.” 

  Blue eyes open again, turning past all their curious and worried ones to watch the vet, warm and gentle, that same look that he’d turn on Mask, and Wind doesn't doubt it was turned on him too, when Warriors thought they weren't looking. 

  The vet shudders, steeling himself up again, walls visibly reconstructing before their eyes. “He used to visit, when I was small. I saw him like a grandfather-” and they crumble again, the vet blinking violently, voice small. “He has granddaughters my age.” 

  “What happened?” Wind doesn’t mean to let the words slip, but they do. 

  Legend’s head hits the cabinet doors. “Corrupted.” 

 The captain nods. He knows. Wind knows that he knows. “I’m sorry.” 

  “He sounded just like him.” 

  “I know,” it’s a hysterical sort of laughter that escapes the older hero this time, “trust me, I get it. Every time I hear an Ordon accent, any time someone suggests playing chess,” the captain’s eyes roll upwards, and Wind’s kind of shocked when he realizes there’s tears there. “It sucks. Gods it sucks, but you live with it. I wish I could say it gets better, but I’m not there yet.” 

  Pink hair drops, settling against faintly shaking shoulders. “You were close?” 

Suddenly the moment before them feels too private to witness anymore. Suddenly, being there feels wrong, hearing Legend ask things that everyone at home in Warriors’ world knows better than to speak of. He doesn't know why Warriors answers, maybe out of guilt for pulling the vet into the exercise, maybe out of a need to set an example or assure, maybe out of his own sort of desperation, but an answer is given. 

  “Yeah. Grew up together. He teased me for my accent, I teased him for his. We ran our mothers to worry and our commanders to madness. I hauled his ass out of prison, he watched mine on the field. Heck,” a smile, bittersweet as the captain settles a cheek in rosy hair, “we went through our trailing- kinda like what I was trying to show the others- we did that together too.” A soft scoff, not a sob, but close, “I think he’s the only reason I made it through training t’all. Would’ve gone mad wit’out ‘im.” 

  “What happened?” Twilight dares speak up, and Wind doesn’t miss the way the man’s thick accent is held in check, nearly gone altogether. So, Twi did hear the comment about Ordon. 

  The captain sighs, lifting his head and staring out at the rest of them, eyes fixing on the rancher last of all. “Ganon. As with most things.” 

  Twilight winces. 

  Warriors chuckles. “Some days it’s like he never left though. He’s still on my ass, still callin’ me ‘pretty boy and tryin’ to get a rise outta me.” Wind doesn’t miss how Twilight’s face crumbles when he realizes blue eyes are still fixed on his. The captain doesn’t either, smile twitching alive again. “It’s nice, sometimes, like seeing what he’d be like if nothing happened. Other days, it’s difficult, and it makes it hard to get through the day.” 

  “How do you handle us?” Legend breathes, half scoff and half awe, eyes trying for a smile again and doing much better. It’s not happy, but it’s kind. 

  The captain doesn’t miss it. “Hylia only knows,” he teases, knocking his shoulder against the one still pressed against it, and then, more serious, “I draw back if I need. Sure, Twilight reminds me of him a lot, some days, but then he does something Gassun would never, or does something so stupid only a hero would do it, and then I remember again and I’m fine.” 

 “Really?” The Stare of Disappointment was definitely something Time learned from the captain, so Wind can’t fathom why the man tries to use it on their brother, but here he is, doing just that. “You expect us to believe that?” 

  “Have faith in me,” Warriors snorts, “I don’t wander around in my own head all day. If I did, you’d’ve burned the world down already!” 

  It sort of ends like that. Warriors redirecting their attention and Legend rolling his eyes at their antics, slowly uncurling again until Four’s mother comes back inside and requests access to her kitchen again. They scatter after, Warriors throwing an arm around the vet and guiding him upstairs so they can have a talk, Time going off in search of the smithy and his father, Wild joining in dinner preparations, and the rest of them cleaning up their mess before leaving. 

 Hyrule still has questions for Twilight about escaping, but Sky heads upstairs after the others, worry creasing his brow in ways it rarely does, but Wind stays behind, scooping up Tongs to keep him company in the wake of his brothers all leaving. Even so, he makes a note to ask the others how they are later. 

  Of course, later, Twilight also asks about what Warriors said, and the captain, to the shock of both his charges, explains himself. Thinking back, it’s no wonder Warriors sees a resemblance; Twilight may have spent his last few years in Ordon, but the military haircut is still very present, a mirror of the captain's own and quite similar to said captain's old friend. Granted, Twilight is darker, hair redder and eyes bright blue, but the accent is the same, rough manner so similar, and the nicknames definitely finish the picture. He doesn’t like the implications of that, not for either of the two, but Twilight walks out of the conversation only looking someone thoughtful, rather than upset, and Warriors seems normal enough, although still quiet for the rest of their time in the smithy’s Hyrule. 

 Collectively, they agree to abandon the escape training. If they want tips, they’ll go to Twilight, but the emotional toll taken on both the vet and the captain isn’t worth it to any of them. Not a second time. Not when they all regret the first one. 

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #lu wind #lu legend #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu time #four's dad #good golly it went on forever! #the boys are't letting me keep ANYTHING brief this month #vengeance for not finishing previous months I guess

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Since Naoya dyes his hair, do you think his kids would have some sort of confusion(when they’re of a younger age Ofc) when others around them would say they have their daddy’s hair or do you think maybe for a period of time he’d stop dyeing his hair to match with his kids lol. Idk this is a silly thought 🙈

ahahhHHAHAHAH yessssssss This just gave me all sorts of ideas of how to embarrass Naoya as a dad lmao!! It's you know, mandatory. We've all felt that way once in our life!!

But let's start with one thing first 🤭

I want to say that he’ll grow out of it, but honestly, I don’t think so; that man was 27 and he still dyed his hair lol.

But moving on…

At first, yes. They’re going to be a bit confused as to why his dad has this bright yellow color on his hair, when everyone else’s is dark. But once they surpass that confusion, in true innocent nature, they’re going to be nothing but intrigued by it—and hey! Maybe they’ll say “wow, I want my hair like that too!”

Also, they grew up seeing Gojo, and sometimes Nanami (NOW I WANT TO WRITE HIM MEETING NAOMI someone coerce ME QUICKLY) so unusual hair colors don’t surprise them anymore lol.

But as always, when your children begin to grow aware of their surroundings, start questioning things… is when “issues” with Naoya arise.

In other words, the infamous “second-hand embarrassment” towards their parents.

Now, it’s happening for both you and Naoya no matter what you try to do to avoid it. But as of right now, it’s more onto him because he’s the most obvious out of the two.

I mean, the piercings… the hair—it’s screaming “please drop me off two blocks away from the school entrance so my friends won’t make fun of me.”

What they once thought cool, now they can’t stand the sight of it 😂 and it really, really upsets Naoya.

“Why do you paint your hair, dad…?” Naomi would ask one day, dying to do so for like… years now.

“Because I like it.” Naoya responds. “…why do you ask?”

She twists her lips, as if skeptical of his answer, before shrugging and leaving. He’ll tell you about this interaction later that day, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that Naomi once confided in you that she thought it was a bit… weird, mostly since it’s obvious yellow is not his natural color.

Yet, no matter how much you tried, he still gets to hear about it from someone on the staff and boy, does it finally break his heart.

“You don’t like it?” he asks Naomi one day after picking her up from school.

“…No one else has it.” She eventually admits. “My friends think it’s… funny.”

“Do you think it’s funny?” Naoya insists, Naomi simply looks away; she never liked being put on the spot like that, and the conversation ends soon enough.

He sighs, and all he could think of is:

«It’s already started, isn’t it?»

It’s certainly a long way from the days where Naomi was nothing but enthralled by his appearance, admiring him with those big adorable round eyes of hers as she reaches for one of his strands and pulls at it, as if trying to decipher whether his hair was real, or not—or how she’d do the same for his piercings, gently removing her little hands from them so she wouldn’t hurt him, reminiscing on the day you brought her press-on earrings so she could look like him.

Luckily for Naoya, that’s only one stage of their life, for when they grow a bit older and stop caring about those trivial things, they’d actually being to look up to him for advice on how to dye hair or where to get their ears pierced without having to worry about infections and such; the moment the tables turn and they begin to admire him for his style when he was younger, Naoya feels nothing less than amazing, and a bit cocky too 😂.

“Come on daaaad, tell me!! How did you manage to keep your hair with that tint and without it looking like trash???” Naomi would whine; no other color seems to have stuck the way she wanted it, always washing off after one shower or two. “Like, I remember that you even went on missions, and it would still look good!!”

“Ah, so now you like it? What about the kids that thought it was funny looking?” Naoya teases as if that hadn’t hurt his feelings; Naomi rolls her eyes.

“Ugh, whatever… if you don’t want to tell me I guess I’ll just go with Gojo or something, I’m sure he knows a few places or some—”

“No, wait! Don’t go to him! I’ll tell you all you need to know!!”

Just to name a few interactions hahaha.

But either way, I feel that around… probably late 30s Naoya is going to outgrow the whole hair dyeing thing and just let his hair return to its natural dark color.

Everyone around him will take a while to get used to his new appearance, specifically his kids, since it was always blond for as long as they could remember… but they get used to it soon enough. As for you, though, you’re the one that likes it the most and you make sure to let him know whenever possible—he rewards you appropriately that night, I dare say, Naohime was born out of that lol.

“We finally look like a family.” You’d jest one day—as if all his kids didn’t look exactly like him: dark hair, golden eyes…

If anything, you’re the outcast here 😂

Ngl, I wonder what a much older Naoya would look like; would he still have piercings? Grandpa out there still rocking the blonde hair lmao!!!

Ahhh thank you so much for sending in this ask!! While writing this two ideas came to me on the type of dynamic Naoya would have with his baby when she's all grown up; one of them is sweet, the other one is a bit sad :'( we shall see which one I write first 😏

Once again, thank you so much for sending in this!! I had fun :> Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen #imagine if it was hereditary

[fourmula1]

1,178 words below, about how there is something so tasty about the dynamic of Daniel / Michael / Yuki right now.

The idea that Daniel didn’t have a 2023 contact which left Michael without a job, so he’s moved on to working with Yuki. And whatever’s happened between Daniel and Michael is still painful for both of them but it was alright, because Daniel was out and they wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore.

Maybe. Maybe Daniel and Michael were more than client/friend/hook-ups. Maybe there were feelings. Maybe there was Something More there and then Daniel didn’t have a contract and assumed both he and Michael would go back to Australia and they’d figure their lives out there.

Except Michael… Michael got the job at Alpha Tauri to train Yuki and that blew up any remaining hope Daniel had had about their future.

He thought they’d actually start building their life together away from F1. Move in together. Be together. Tell their families.

But Michael was thinking about his career and the opportunity presented to him this time. He got into F1 because Daniel asked him to be his coach. He got into F1 because of Daniel. And now he’s staying and Daniel is out and the tables are swapped. Michael has the opportunities. Michael has the bartering power here. Michael is in demand.

And Daniel had probably the worst season of his career and is going back to Australia with his tail between his legs and his boyfriend isn’t going with him.

So they break up because Daniel feels so fucking betrayed and heartbroken and devastated that Michael isn’t coming home with him. Michael is staying to continue doing the job that broke Daniel.

Daniel gets the Red Bull 3rd driver job so he’s sometimes around the paddock and he does some marketing content with Yuki but Michael and he are able to avoid one another fairly easily and it sucks when they catch glimpses of each other in the Paddock when Daniel goes to races but for the most part it’s okay because there’s distance and no need to talk.

And then Daniel gets swapped in mid-season.

And he’s back in the same fucking garage with Michael again.

And he’s alone. He doesn’t have Michael. He doesn’t have a trainer. His boyfriend. No one.

His ex boyfriend, ex trainer, ex best friend, is just twenty steps away working with someone else and paying Daniel no mind. He’s moved on and is focused on the job at hand: developing Yuki into the best driver he can be.

It sucks and it hurts and it’s hard to see Michael be so good with Yuki; so strong and attentive and good to him. So supportive and gentle when Yuki needs it. So firm and driven when Yuki needs that extra push. Between him and Michael it was always good, fun, they worked well together. But Daniel can see that Yuki is young and more emotional and can see how fucking good Michael is with and to Yuki when he needs that confidence boost or reassurance or praise. He can see how good Michael is to Yuki and that hurts, because Daniel’s been on the receptive side of that himself. It fucking sucks.

He misses it.

So Daniel breaks his hand and he’s gone again and that’s actually a relief. He gets to rehab his hand and his heart and figure shit out.

He gets back to racing and you know what? He’s fine. It’s fine. They broke up and it’s fine, he’s moving on and he’ll keep it professional and everything is going to be okay.

And it is! It is okay. He races and he does alright, but most importantly he’s feeling good about it and his abilities and he’s getting his confidence back in line really well because he is driving this car and he can tell and feel and know that he is fine. He can drive at the level he knew he could. Last season was not his fault, in a lot of ways.

2023 is going well – he’s ignoring Michael and they’re not interacting at all. He’s healthy again. He’s driving well. He’s feeling great about himself and his career and his life. He’s not seeing anyone new or anything but it’s okay. He’s learning to love being on his own and learning what he really wants and needs.

And one day he and Yuki are having to do some marketing content and it’s between set-ups and they’re sat around doing nothing much, scrolling their phones, and Yuki is like, so is there anything I should know about why you and Michael don’t talk anymore…

And Daniel supposes Michael hasn’t told Yuki the details, and why should he, it’s no one’s business.

So Daniel is like: nah mate, just things happened and we changed and we got on with it.

And Yuki nods a little, and sets his phone down, and looks at Daniel with those endlessly deep, earnest, pretty dark eyes of his and says: I just wondered because we… me and Michael are… you know…

Daniel frowns a little, eyebrows knitted together as he looks back at Yuki, and asks: you’re what? No, I don’t know.

‘We’re… him and me. We haven’t talked about labels exactly but we are maybe boyfriends I think.’

Daniel can’t hear anything else. He can only stare, confused, until it really registers. Michael is sleeping with Yuki. And Yuki has feelings to the point he thinks they’re a couple.

And that cracks Daniel’s heart apart all over again because is this just who Michael is? Does he just fuck his clients into thinking they’re in a relationship? Because he sure did that to Daniel. And Yuki is eleven years younger that Michael; still young and inexperienced in the world.

So he says: what, are you sure? It’s not just hooking up?

Because like, it has to be, right? He and Daniel had spent a good four and a half years together, exclusive, not seeing anyone else, and they’d still be like that if 2022 hadn’t blown Daniel’s life up.

Right?

And Yuki says: No, it’s more than that. I don’t want to tell you weird stuff about your old trainer so I’ll keep it simple but it’s more than that.

And Daniel laughs. He laughs, and pushes himself back from the table to get up, and Yuki is so young, and sweet, and innocent, and cute, and earnest, but Daniel can’t help himself because his heart is cracked open again because Michael moved on so fucking quickly and it’s with his fucking teammate. So Daniel grabs his phone, and starts to turn away because he can’t see what Yuki’s reaction will be because he doesn’t deserve this at all, and says:

‘Nah, mate. He was fucking me for the last five years. I guess fucking his clients seems to be his thing.’

#yukitaliano #michael italiano #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #my ficlet #kinda not really a fic but u kno

[anulithots]

So I found this on bird app :

"i only like ge/go when it’s doomed and they have no longterm future

same with go/ge. they’re about the same to me but i think gojo bottomed more and was a total pillow princess about it in their teens. as adults they probably switched equally. i can see gojo developing his experience more with topping as an adult

either way they’re better as exes. gojo deserves more from a partner than someone who would leave him to start a cult "

Can I ask your thoughts, please?

………… I don't ship them sexually. Because I'm not comfortable with it.

(I have aroace spectrum satosugu headcannons I'm quite fond of. So basically I ship them queer platonically and semi-romantically and flip flop between the two.)

Sorry about that!

But in terms of are they better off being okay with being apart, or if they should stay together regardless…

Complex answer. Depends on the context really.

They loved each other a lot. And I disagree with 'Gojo deserves a better partner than someone who left him to start a cult'. Like… he does but also… that's not the entirety of the situation?

If Geto loved Gojo, why didn't he try to recruit him? by @ellionwrites

How much Geto canonically loved Gojo by @ellionwrites

These two analysis's explain it very well. Also there's a fanfic called Carry me home that is just 100/10. Character analysis interwoven and it perfectly explains this part of Geto's motivations.

Geto COULD NOT go on for much longer without coming to a breaking point. His cursed teqnique requires him to go through painful experiences over and over and over again. The very coping mechanism he prided himself on ('I do this to protect non-sorcerers') has fallen to pieces and Gojo isn't there (for his own reasons). He's grappling with his entire sense of self and it's been repeating in his head for A YEAR.

And Geto did not want to confront Gojo during the whole 'kfc breakup scene'. (Again, analysis above explains it really well.)

Shoko called him there. For good reason. I don't think either Shoko or Gojo had a good idea of just how bad it was getting because Geto (a) didn't tell anyone (b) Gojo was doing 'okay' (he wasn't) and (c) Geto's strong in morals and in resolve. He'll be okay.

(Gojo especially believes this. Strong sorcerers stay safe. Especially Geto. I have… a lot of posts talking about how Gojo depends on Geto to be around him when interacting and just… existing in general.

Gojo gets so fixated on being stronger so he wouldn't make the same mistakes like with Riko. He isolates himself to do so. ~~~ Backstory ~~ explains this.

The Gojo clan isolated Gojo, told him he's the strongest, and gave him rules and responsibilities for that - along with safety and confidence. So - in Gojo's mind - the only way to get stronger is to double down on these things. More responsibility. More isolation. He'll be able to take care of things once he gets stronger. )

LONG STORY SHORT -

Geto's ideal was fixing the world - partially for Gojo as the strongest, partially for himself because he was struggling and didn't have any foothold.

And… listen… sometimes you have to take priority over your partner. I don't think the way Geto went about it was right, by any means, but… at least he did something, he had to.

At the end of the day, the system is to blame. It's the system that drove them both to this and it's the system that let it perpetuate.

But let's say they met right before JJK0-ish and decided to forget the world for a little while and escape from it all together.

It would be… strained to say the least.

Because they are canonically soulmates. A pair. Do not separate. But they have and it's been going on for ten years despite the fact that they both very much still love each other.

Gojo just couldn't leave the society that gave him meaning (other reasons too), Geto couldn't leave the thing that gave him meaning.

Does that indicate that they do not love each other/shouldn't be together because they both value their respective ideologies? No.

(We're going to ignore Geto's whole 'kill the monkeys' thing for a second and pretend like it's just an opposing idealogology for the sake of the argument <3)

The circumstances, their respective coping mechanisms, and the system, very much the system, makes it so they went their separate ways. Just because their ideals got caught up in this thing and they went for their own paths does not mean they don't love each other and wouldn't jump at the chance to have a 'perfect world' with the other in it.

(the sunset scene, Geto's death scene… need I say more?)

If the society decided that "… maybbeee we shouldn't put all this traumatic pressure on children and say that the only answer is isolation and acceptance and instead give them the help and support they need" then Geto and Gojo would've stayed together.

But it wouldn't have been JJK then, would it? Without the friendship that haunts the narrative?

Sorry if I'm rambling, what I'm trying to say is - it's complicated. The story itself drove them apart and canonically they never got back together while mourning their separation the entire time.

And Gojo never moved on, never let go. If you wanted to - and this is something I played around with in my head - and if JJK miraculously got rewritten as a slice-of-life post hidden inventory, then part of GOjo's arc could be about letting go of Geto, as painful as that may be.

But honestly? Comfort people are hard to find. Geto and Gojo were specifically created to be a pair. Gojo was so detatched from the world that Geto tethered him to it. After Geto left, Gojo went on to be a teacher and do what the Suguru he remembers would've wanted him to do, and he 'doesn't feel lonely anymore'…

Gojo loves his students dearly, but he can't ask his students to understand him. And more than anything, Gojo wants to be understood and loved for it. The only one who fit that criteria was Geto.

(Gojo's whole sentiment about 'not as a human, but as a living creature' is Gojo saying that he (a) didn't feel human without Geto there (b) didn't let himself feel human and instead made himself a tool, gave himself the role of the strongest.

Because otherwise Riko happens all over again.

ANNNDDD I'm going off on a ramble.

Last point!

Narratively, should Gojo and Geto be a tradegy, where they never get back together? (AKA, as it is in cannon)

Yes. That is a huge part of their characters, along with being a huge draw to JJK in general. There's something about the separation exemplifying how much SatoSugu loved each other that gives it nuance and the possibility for lots of fix it fics.

So I can understand why the bird poster thought that SatoSugu works a lot as a tragedy, it does. But if SatoSugu had a well-written redemption arc, that would also be extremely compelling I think.

But alas, this is JJK we're talking about.

Thank you for the ask! This was fun to ramble about at 2am.

#jjk gojo #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #geto suguru #satosugu #satosugo #sugusato #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #satoru #suguru #jjk analysis #jjk angst #gege when i catch you gege

[w3bgrl]

3racha and juyeon

a/n: ship popularity is 1-8 with one being the most popular and 8 being the least! this is rated by stay interaction and not a representation of the member’s feelings toward one another.

bang chan + kang juyeon ♡ bangju

ship popularity: 2/8

first to meet juyeon!!

met in a jyp dance class in june 2014 and slowly started hanging out. they would go spend the little money they had getting a snack after class and ended up seeing each other at least once a day

juyeon and chan eventually found out they were both making their own music quietly and started bouncing ideas off of each other and offering constructive criticism

she was the first to support 3racha when they began working together and single-handedly promoted them herself, sending their music in text chains to her family and friends

chan says she is the ‘racha’ in 3racha because she is the spice, but juyeon is not officially a part of 3racha. she has featured in a few of their songs, namely hoodie season, scene stealers, and 42.

juyeon certainly tends to be chan’s caretaker due to knowing him so well and knowing how stressful the leader position can be.

when it’s just the two of them juyeon forces him to speak in english so she can try to mimick his accent

definitely bros, although sometimes they’re a little flirty as they’re both venus signs (๑>◡<๑)

seo changbin + kang juyeon (chu) ♡ binchu

ship popularity: 1/8

their first impressions were not great tbh

predebut, juyeon found changbin intimidating and unintentionally avoided talking to him, which made changbin think she didn’t like him

however, egged on by chan and jisung, changbin asked juyeon if she wanted to get dinner after practice one day, and he tried hard to show how friendly and warm he is

this plan certainly worked, as juyeon was able to see past the cold exterior and find the soft squishy aegyo on the inside that stays know well

funny enough, the pair found that their personalities were quite compatible once they became comfortable with one another. their temperaments compliment each other well in a opposite kind of way.

while changbin is energetic, outgoing, loud, confident, (leoism) juyeon is soft spoken, shy, and very chilled out at most times. when together, these traits mix, and you can often witness changbin calmer than usual and/or juyeon more excitable than she regularly is

in 2019 miroh era stays noticed a slight difference in their interactions and a dating scandal was endured by the two. however, jyp entertainment commented and denied the allegations, saying that “changbin and juyeon are good friends.”

the denial of the allegations didn’t disprove the theory though. stays consistently have watched their interactions since this point and have grown to believe that they are secretly dating or at the very least have some feelings toward each other. around 70% of stays who believe this don’t mind and support their happiness, while the remaining amount of stays have a known history of not liking juyeon.

typically seen together at most times, both on camera and off camera

bin is always trying to impress juyeon and juyeon is always impressed. it’s a never ending cycle.

han jisung + kang juyeon ♡ yeonsung

ship popularity: 3/8

juyeon was really impressed by jisung when she first met him as he was only 16 at the time and was skilled in dancing, rapping, and singing

she really loved the tone of his voice and the versatility he was able to achieve, which she has always been a little envious about

however, baby jisung, who happened to be more scampish prior to debut, did not like juyeon! upon first meeting he found her soft spoken nature fake and was annoyed by her “over the top” aegyo. he felt that she was putting on an act and didn’t appreciate her dishonesty.

for a while after their initial meeting, jisung was pretty short with her and it was quite obvious he didn’t enjoy her presence. she noticed this and instead of backing off like she may have if it was changbin, juyeon used every opportunity she could to butter him up

it took a couple weeks - and a few rejections of her invitation to hang out - but juyeon finally took a step outside her comfort zone and told jisung that 1) she really liked his voice and made a beat for him based off of this, and 2) she feels that they got off on the wrong foot and would like a chance to try again

this interaction and her authenticity really touched jisung, and it was then that he realized how judge mental he was being. while she was soft spoken and radiated a naturally cute vibe, it wasn’t an act for attention from boys or a mask put on to conceal her real personality. she was really the way she presented herself. and she was good at what she did, too.

as we can see now, jisung and juyeon’s friendship significantly improved and are now very close friends.

jisung now looks up to juyeon as a role model for communication

she was also the one to scold him and hyunjin for beefing lol

besties now!

if chan ever needs a duo to create chaos and misfortune for the day, this is his go to pair.

#stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz oc #♡ bangju #♡ binchu #♡ billie #chan imagines #bang chan imagines #changbin imagines #seo changbin imagines #han jisung imagines #jisung imagines #♡ yeonsung #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition

[cleverri]

Hiya would you possibly be able to Do Macaque, Sun Wukong and (and possibly) Syntax who’s gained a crush on S/O, but the S/O is extremely shy and awkward?

MULTI x SHY!AWKWARD!READER | written by MOD clever

warnings; none

Six-Eared Macaque, Sun Wukong, and Syntax who’s crush is shy and awkward...

Six-Eared Macaque

- He is honestly, out of these three at least, the most to actually gain a crush on someone who’s shy and awkward. It depends really, but he’ll just learn that they are just, really considerate and easy to fluster.

- They probably don’t talk often, especially with strangers, and with that he can relate, he doesn’t exactly like talking to strangers either. Although he’s just able to hide that feeling much better.

- But, if they know each other, then let’s just say he’d give a lot of flirty teases. He’ll play it off as a joke, for *both* of their sakes, but is genuinely interested in how it would play out.

- I said it before, he has trust issues. He may actually think it’s an act, deceit. At first. If he takes legitimate interest, he’ll stick around, and soon realize that, maybe he was wrong about his thoughts on them.

- If anything were to ever make fun of, or verbally attack his crush just for not being talkative, or too scared to talk to people, he’ll simply appear behind his crush and glare at the person. Like I said, simple.

- He doesn’t try to break them out of their shell. He gets it, uncomfortable to talk to people, just wants to stay reserved so nobody else can disturb them. He understands. If they want to change, then he’ll *try* to help, but otherwise, he likes them for who they are.

___

Sun Wukong

- I can picture him 50/50, it really depends. He’s a stubborn, charming, and a bit egotistical of a creature. While, yes, he’s reserved, just not to the point where he’s not willing to talk to people. He needs time to understand that being shy is just, something some people can’t exactly control.

- His outgoing personality definitely clashes against his crush’s personality. He’s going to try and change that, make them more confident and have some selflessness. Patience is key here, I’ll be honest.

- Similar to Macaque, he’ll think it’s a trick, but only for a second. He’ll realize that his crush just doesn't like interacting with people, and keeps to themselves. Even if he finds it confusing, he doesn’t get involved until his crush actually develops over them.

- FLIRT- A HUGE FLIRT TRUST ME- He’ll stick around often and be a bit affectionate even. He likes seeing how flustered they can get.

Anyone ever tried to insult (Y/N) for being shy? Welp, they’re gonna have to deal with a very stubborn and sassy monkey, that’s for sure. He doesn’t like when people are mean to others, especially when it’s something they’ve just, grown with.

- A bit awkward around them at first, due to the opposite personalities, but over time, will become overprotective and charming towards them. They just have to learn how to deal with this childish monkey.

___

Syntax (FINALLY!!!)

- Okay, listen, this man doesn’t go well with shy and awkward people. He’s so used to competitiveness and anger, he thinks he doesn’t have time for people like that. Not to say he can’t fall for someone like that, it’s just less likely.

- He’s smart, *way* too egotistical for his own good. His personality just doesn’t seem to go well with someone who’s shy and doesn’t like talking to people. Another one who needs patience in order for this relationship to actually work out.

- This man is so confused when he develops a crush, because huh??? WHY??? They’d have to be around him for a long time, and even then, he’s still trying to get used to their shyness. Trust me though, after he figures out how this would work, it works out *well-*

- A bit of a flirt? I feel like he’d do it unintentionally and react confused when he sees his crush all flustered and red faced- Before realizing himself and quickly moves on from the situation. He continues to then ignore them for the next hour cause he’s stupid with emotions-

- The second someone even shows signs of hurting his crush’s feelings, he’s over there, slyfully and proudly insulting them, being a smartass. Belittling them, insulting their intelligence, it’s a funny and entertaining scene, really.

- This relationship just, needs time, that’s all. Take time to actually get used to the other, and learn how to clash with their personalities. If he genuinely likes them, he’s going to tru hard with it.

#mod clever #s/o headcanons #monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk #lmk x reader #monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque x reader #lmk syntax #lego monkie kid syntax #syntax #lmk syntax x reader

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hi, i just wanted to say that i recently stumbled upon your page and might’ve spent the last couple of days binge reading your master list because your works are really amazing ✨

Can I request a Shinobu x reader (she/her) enemies to friends to lovers? Their first interaction was right before the final selection begun when the reader was trying to comfort and optimistically reassure her super anxious friend that was taking part of the event. Younger Shinobu interrupts them and reader gets into a heated argument with her after being put off by her overall brash and blunt sarcastic personality. During final selection, reader pairs off with her friend and the reader’s optimism keeps the two of them alive until they were about to be defeated by the final demon of the night when Shinobu swoops in to swiftly eliminate it. Her excuse being that everyone was in her way to the finish line and not because she cared about reader and friend. Shinobu and reader bicker the whole time as the 3 of them finish up the event.

Years later and Reader and Shinobu see each other for the first time after FS after being summoned to do a mission together in the mountains which neither party realized until they run into the other. Of course they bicker for the most part and even taking shots at each other while battling the demon together. After they kill it, the two start making their way down the mountain until a bad winter storm hits and they have unintentionally have bonding moments when they have to spend the night in a cabin. Shinobu witnesses the reader having a nightmare, wakes her up and comforts her after she reveals that the friend from FS had died the previous year after taking a fatal blow that was intended for the Reader and in their final words, told her that they always admired her confidence and optimism and that’s why she has even more of a motivation to always look on the bright side of things. The night ends with them cuddling together to stay warm throughout the cold night as feelings start to develop. The day after, as they’re descending down the mountain, they encounter a stronger demon than the night before and realize they were both sent to the mountains to eliminate 2 different demons and not the same one as originally thought. Reader ends up critically injured and Shinobu rushes her new friend back to the mansion after the fight. Shinobu successfully saves the girl by temporarily pushing aside her pessimism to do a risky surgery even when it had a low chance of success. During recovery time, their bond deepens along with their crushes on each other. Of course the one time the reader is actually nervous is when it comes to being unsure if the hashira reciprocates the same feelings. Shinobu then flusters the poor girl by returning to her blunt self and they officially get together!

A Happy Medium Between Optimism and Pessimism

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I kinda glossed over the surgery and recovery part because it was getting too long, but I hope you’ll still enjoy it! Word Count: 7,548

(Y/n) had butterflies in her stomach. After a year of training, her cultivator had finally deemed her worthy. The time of her Final Selection was finally here. She nearly leapt out of her skin when she felt a hand wrap around her bicep, tugging her close.

“How are you not freaking out right now?” Her training partner and very good friend, Sayo, whispered.

(Y/n) smiled, “I am a little nervous, but we trained very hard for this. We’re going to be just fine, try not to worry so much.”

“Maybe you will, but I’m pretty sure Master only allowed me to come because he felt bad for me or something… but I’d feel worse if I got killed because I wasn’t ready.”

“You are ready.” (Y/n) assured, “I promise you’ll be just fine.”

“Tch.”

(Y/n) paused in her comforting to turn towards the direction of the dismissive click, finding another girl looking at her disapprovingly.

“Can I help you?”

“How would you do that? By feeding me promises you have no power to keep? It’s going to be hell in there.” Came the stranger’s gruff reply.

(Y/n) bristled, “What’s your problem?”

“No, what’s yours? Feeding your friend lies like that. We are here to kill demons after all. It’s not a fun little camping trip.”

“I know that!” (Y/n) snapped back. “No one is saying this is going to be fun! But if you go in there with a negative mindset like that, you are pretty much destined to fail!” She took Sayo by the hand, “Come on Sayo, let’s decide what angle we want to enter the forest from.”

With one last shared glare between (Y/n) and the stranger, she turned her back on her and pulled Sayo away, reminding her loudly that they would make it through just fine if they stuck together.

“How rude,” (Y/n) grumbled once they were far enough away, “who walks up to someone to argue over something that was none of their business?”

“Forget it (Y/n), everyone is on edge. Don’t pay her any mind and just focus on surviving the next week.” Sayo advised.

“You’re right,” (Y/n) sighed, then pumped herself up, a new, confident smile upon her lips, “We are going to be full-fledged demon slayers!”

(Y/n) held out her fist and Sayo huffed in a amusement at how easily (Y/n) moved on from the encounter. She bumped her fist against hers. The smile on her face was more of the nervous variety, but she hid it well.

“Welcome everyone.”

(Y/n) and Sayo turned to the platform in the center of the wisteria grove, their trial about to begin.

***

“There you go, is that any better?” (Y/n) asked once she finished wrapping Sayo’s ankle.

“Much. Thanks, and sorry.” Sayo put her head down, “I haven’t really been helpful these last few days.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You’ve been doing great.” (Y/n) said while handing Sayo the last of her water.

“I can’t take that (Y/n). You need to keep your strength up too.” Sayo tried to deny, but (Y/n) persisted.

“It’s the last night. You need it more than I do. In a couple hours, we can drink and eat all we want.”

“Ohhh, that sounds so good,” Sayo groaned, “and an actual bed to sleep in.”

“Yessss.” (Y/n) agreed wistfully.

“And a bath.”

“And a bath!”

“Pfft.”

They laughed and (Y/n) got back to her feet, offering her hand to Sayo to help her to her feet as well.

“We must be getting close. Let’s finish strong.” (Y/n) encouraged.

“Right.”

They had the luxury to find a lull in demons this night. They would have loved to rest some more, but it was best to get out now and not wait around for trouble to appear. Unfortunately, trouble had found them anyway.

(Y/n) dodged the sharp whips of the demon’s tails. The demon had been blocking their exit long enough that she was starting to feel the fatigue and Sayo wasn’t fairing much better.

“Don’t worry, Sayo! We can do this!” (Y/n) encouraged, slicing a couple of the whipping tails before tucking and rolling out of the way once more.

Sayo gave a halfhearted nod, it was starting to hurt just for her to keep a decent stance. She thought she had an opening, so she lunged towards the demon, but a twinge in her ankle caused her steps to faulter. The demon noticed this slip up and with a wicked grin, he leapt at her.

(Y/n) pushed Sayo back, attempting to block the incoming blow with her sword, but the spiny tails were coming in every direction it seemed. They were far too close to get away now. Still, her resolve would not waver. She would protect Sayo and trade blows with the demon.

However, before they could make contact, the demon suddenly wailed and reeled back, a thin sword pierced through his chest. When he fell to the ground, the girl they had met before Final Selection began was standing behind him. Her dark purple eyes found (Y/n)’s as she withdrew her blade from the demon’s back.

“Woah,” Sayo marveled, “He’s not moving. Is he really dead? How did you do that without beheading him?”

“Poison.” The girl answered tersely.

“Well, thanks for the help.” (Y/n) wasn’t petty enough not to acknowledge the save. Even if she didn’t like the girl, they would have been in real trouble without her.

“You were all just in the way of my finish line. Stay out of my way instead of taking up the whole path next time.”

You know what, never mind. Screw her actually.

“No need to be like that. We’re all working towards the same goal, you know.” (Y/n) frowned. “We should all be helping each other. We’re stronger together.”

The girl rolled her eyes. Not at all interested in continuing such a useless conversation, she continued running towards the clearing.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” (Y/n) called after her. She turned to Sayo, “Come on, we have to get there before her!”

“Since when did this become a race?” Sayo yelped, suddenly finding herself over (Y/n) shoulder as she ran after the other girl.

“Hey, little butterfly girl!“ (Y/n) huffed, adjusting Sayo over her shoulder.

She was incredibly fast, annoyingly fast, but (Y/n) was determined to keep her in her sights.

“My name is Kochou!” The girl shot back, a fire burning in her eyes when she glanced back, annoyed that even when carrying someone else, that (Y/n) was able to keep up for the most part.

“So I am right! Butterfly girl!” (Y/n) smiled triumphantly.

“Kochou? Like Kochou Kanae? That slayer who is soon to be a Hashira?” Sayo tried to turn her head to look at Kochou more clearly, but the bouncing as (Y/n) kept running made it difficult.

“No way!” (Y/n) refused to believe it. “Isn’t she supposed to be really nice? There is no way they’re related.”

“Keep my sister’s name out of your mouths and quit following me already! Can’t you do anything yourselves or are you really so confident that having a good attitude will mean things will always go your way!” Kochou yelled.

“Oh don’t be so narcissistic! What? Are we supposed to just sit on our hands until you disappear into the trees before we start moving again? We want to get out too you know!” (Y/n) scowled.

Shinobu ran faster, so (Y/n) ran faster. When Shinobu noticed (Y/n) running faster, she ran even faster, and when (Y/n) noticed— you get the idea.

The three girls landed in a crumpled heap at the edge of the wisteria clearing. It wasn’t a pretty entrance, but they made it.

“You tripped me!” Kochou accused, red in the face.

“You’re delusional! It was you who tripped me!” (Y/n) refuted.

“Oh thank the gods.” Sayo wheezed, laying flat on her stomach with her eyes closed. She pet the ground lovingly, ignoring the heated argument unfolding beside her.

(Y/n) and Kochou shoved at each other as they picked their ore and shared only a brief show of solidarity in burning their revealing uniforms to demand proper ones. They went right back to bickering however as soon the issue had been corrected.

Finally when the road forked, they separated, making a show of how happy they were not to be continuing on together.

“Did you have to be that obnoxious?” Sayo sighed once Kochou was out of sight.

“She started it.” (Y/n) grumbled. “If I never see her again, it’ll still be too soon.”

***

Four Years Later

(Y/n) pulled her haori as closely to her body as she could. It was absolutely freezing. All she could hear was the sound of her feet crunching the snow beneath her and the whipping of the wind stinging her cheeks as she carried on up the mountain. Winter was always the worst time for slaying demons. The cold, the hidden dangers that could trip you up in the snow, the slippery terrain. It was all (Y/n) could do to make sure her muscles remained as flexible as possible so they wouldn’t be stiff when she finally found the demon she had been sent to look for.

Though a little hazy, the sun was still visible behind the thin sheet of clouds. Hopefully, she’d find the demon right away tonight. The weather in the mountains was always unpredictable. You could watch a beautiful crystal blue sky become a blizzard not an hour later.

(Y/n) jerked her head up to look in front of her instead of down at her feet when she thought she heard another step in the snow opposite of her own. She stopped moving and listened. Sure enough, someone was walking towards her from the left. When she turned her head again, her mouth fell open in shock when she saw someone walking in much the same manner as she had mere moments ago.

Seeming to sense the eyes on her, the young woman looked up, her mouth fell open in surprise as well, though it was less noticeable than (Y/n)’s.

Her hair was a little longer and she didn’t look nearly as sour, but (Y/n) had recognized her almost immediately.

“No fucking way.”

“My, you should consider washing out that mouth of yours, hmm… (Y/n)-san, was it? Though I must say I’m also quite surprised to see you here.”

“Eh?” (Y/n) blinked. “What’s with the prim and proper act, Kochou? I almost didn’t recognize you without that sour grapes scowl.”

“I grew up, unlike you.” She tilted her head and smiled. “How sad for you.”

“Oh go jump off of the mountain.” (Y/n) sneered, then began clomping through the snow once more, “I don’t have any time for you. I’ve got a mission.”

“Are you sure you’re not lost, because it is my mission objective that is supposed to be on this mountain.” Kochou asked, waddling after (Y/n) in the deep snow.

“No, my crow was very specific.”

“So was mine.”

“If we were really sent here for a joint mission together, I’m going to scream and cause an avalanche, killing us both.” (Y/n) deadpanned.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Kochou allowed herself to roll her eyes ever so slightly. “If we really were sent here to slay the same demon, then I’ll simply take care of it quickly so we can get on with our lives.”

“Why do you think you’re the one who’s going to take care of it?” (Y/n) asked defensively.

“Oh (Y/n)-san, I’ve seen how you deal with demons. Not very impressive.”

“That was four years ago! I’m leagues better than I was back then, and I’ll be better than you too!”

“You do realize you are talking to a Hashira, correct? I’d watch your mouth.”

“Oh yes,” (Y/n) mockingly clasped her hands together, resting her cheek upon the back of them, “who hasn’t heard about the beautiful and graceful Insect Hashira, Kochou Shinobu? Ever so kind and wise!” She switched to a crossed arm position, “Made me want to throw up.”

“Wish I could say I’ve heard anything about you, but I haven’t heard a word in four years. All I know is that you aren’t a Hashira, otherwise we would have crossed paths again sooner. How embarrassing it must be to see someone from the same Final Selection be so obviously more successful than you.” Shinobu shook her head with false sympathy, but did nothing to hide the smirk on her face.

“One more demon.” (Y/n) turned and jabbed a finger in Shinobu’s chest, “Once I decapitate this demon, I will qualify as a Hashira.”

Shinobu lightly pushed (Y/n)’s hand away, “If, you decapitate this demon you mean. If it’s taken you this long to get this far, I don’t think it’s likely tonight will be your night.”

“This may come as a surprise to you, but when you’re assigned to group missions as often as I, sometimes playing the assist is the best option. I haven’t beheaded fifty demons yet, so what. It’s the lives of the people I am teamed up with that mean more to me than a stupid title…”

(Y/n)’s voice got quieter and she began looking past Shinobu before she finished speaking, a far off look in her eye. Shinobu didn’t know what that was about, but before she could inquire, (Y/n)’s eyes hardened again and she turned away from Shinobu with a huff.

“This demon’s head is mine!” She declared, trudging through the snow once more, a fist held high above her head.

“Not if I kill it first!” Shinobu sing-songed,” If I, a Hashira, am there assisting you, it certainly won’t count towards your total anyway, will it?”

(Y/n)’s steps faltered noticeably and Shinobu grinned at her back.

“Oh, were you not aware?”

(Y/n) didn’t reply, but she did begin running as fast as she could in the calf deep snow.

“Are you… running away from me?” Shinobu inquired, slow to follow, but making up for time by traveling the footprint trail (Y/n) was leaving.

“I will become a Hashira tonight! I can’t have you ruining this for me!” (Y/n) yelled.

“I won’t let you leave my sight until the demon is dead. The thought of having to see you more often makes my skin crawl!” Shinobu teased maliciously.

“You witch!” (Y/n) cursed.

She was not going to let Shinobu ruin this for her so easily. She jumped, latching onto a tree limb. She swung herself up into the tree and began hopping from branch to branch, much faster than traveling across the snowy mountain terrain.

Unfortunately for her, Shinobu was nothing if not quick and agile. She easily trailed (Y/n), but never overtook her. She didn’t need to, because (Y/n) knew she could, and it was just making her more annoyed knowing that Shinobu was toying with her.

As they kept moving, the clouds became dark and full, blotting out the rays of sun that had previously managed to shine through. Nearby, a demon stuck his head out from his hiding place within the deep snow he had tunneled into the dawn before. He grinned in a twisted way up at the blocked sky and a clicking noise emitted from his throat. With conditions like this, he could roam freely for several extra hours!

The demon crawled out of his burrow, already salivating. He could sense that there were humans somewhere on the mountain. He grunted and wheezed, gnashing his teeth in excitement. He wouldn’t have to grab a child from the valley, tonight. The food was coming to him instead!

Then the wind changed unexpectedly, but not from the oncoming bad weather.

“It’s mine! Back off!” (Y/n) panted, mildly exhausted after running from Shinobu all afternoon. She swiped at the demon, but he ducked just in time. (Y/n) rolled in the powdery snow, quick to get back on her feet and try again.

Suddenly, the demon’s early outing didn’t seem so exciting. Now the unfortunate creature wished he had stayed hidden in his burrow as the two women came sailing at him from different directions, all the while goading and taunting each other with each missed strike.

The demon sensed this wasn’t about him at all. These demon slayers seemed more interested in who could out do the other than slaying him. The demon was strangely insulted by that.

Nevertheless, the demon tried to make a run for it. He wasn’t the strongest demon on the mountain. If it could lead them to their territory… perhaps he would make it out of this alive! Maybe they would share their corpses with him for being such a dutiful underling!

Easier said than done.

He had ran valiantly, he had crossed over into their territory, but while dodging one girl’s attack, the other stabbed him in the ribs. He thought surely he’d be fine, he kept running, but then he noticed that he wasn’t healing, his blood began to burn in his veins. Before the poison could completely overtake him, the other caught up and sliced his head clean off with a roar of frustration.

As his body began to slowly fade, he silently cursed the bickering pair who even now held not a care, ignoring him still with their attentions only reserved for each other.

His last fading thought was a hope that the stronger demon would sense their trespasses on their land. That human blood would be shed before those women descended the mountain.

“There, I killed it before the poison could! That ought to count for something!” (Y/n) argued, shoving her sword back into its sheath.

“My poison slowed it. You had ample opportunity to deal the finishing blow, but missed every time, so I think not.” Shinobu countered. “You were really optimistic about beating me, weren’t you? Some things never change. You really must learn to look at things more realistically.”

“You are so incredibly infuriating!” (Y/n) yelled, her voice muffled from where her hands covered her face. “If I thought as pessimistically as you do, I’d never do anything at all! I shape my own destiny! Does it always pan out? No, but at least I can say I gave all I had.”

A strong wind whipped up, blowing snow around them. Larger, fresh flakes began to flit down to the ground.

“Ugh, could this day get any worse?”

As it turned out, it could.

(Y/n) and Shinobu pushed against the stinging winds the snow was coming down so thick that they couldn’t see very far in front of them at all. It was even hard to differentiate the sky from the ground. It was a complete whiteout.

Within the loud winds, thin air and extreme cold, (Y/n) and Shinobu hadn’t the energy to continue arguing. They needed to find some form of shelter from the elements soon or they wouldn’t be found until the spring melt carried their bodies down with the run-off.

(Y/n) nearly fell when her foot caught on something beneath the snow, a dull thud barely audible to her ears. She squinted before her, wiping away the caked on snow before her to find a wooden door. With a mighty push, and a bit of kicking, she managed to slide the door open.

It was an abandoned cabin. Not very comforting nor warm looking, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Hey, Kochou!” She yelled, her voice getting lost on the wind, still she persisted, “Kochou, I found a cabin!”

She turned behind her, blocking her eyes from the sideways angle the snow was coming in from. She searched for a dark shape, something that would tell her that Shinobu was close behind, but she saw nothing.

“Damn it all.” (Y/n) griped.

She closed the door. Praying she wouldn’t lose her sense of direction, she began kicking up the snow, carving a deeper path in the snow that would take longer for the blizzard to cover up as she went searching for the Hashira.

“Kochou!” She yelled over and over against the wind, her throat becoming dry and the icy temperatures sticking in her lungs.

This wasn’t good.

“Kochou, where the hell are you?”

Her shuffling feet hit something once more, but being as tired as she was, she couldn’t recover her balance and fell over the protrusion. With a groan, she weakly turned over to see what had tripped her up. She brushed away some of the quickly gathering snow, and her heart nearly stopped beating when she saw it was Shinobu laying there, unconscious. The cold must have been too much for her.

“Damn you, Kochou. Why didn’t you say something?” (Y/n) scolded.

With a few mighty heaves, she picked up Shinobu and began following her swiftly vanishing path back to the cabin. Luckily, she found the stoop once more, and put Shinobu down so she could open the door and drag her in.

When she closed the door, the chaos outside muffled. The darkness and silence of the cabin a sharp contrast from the blinding blizzard outside.

She dragged Shinobu over to the hearth and managed to find some old dusty supplies to make a fire. Leaving Shinobu by the fire to warm up, she looked around the cabin for any helpful supplies. She did find a couple dusty jars of preserved fruit, a dingy pot, very crisp tea leaves and a single bed roll paired with a large, heavy blanket.

She could work with this, though she wished she had found another bed roll, or at least another blanket. She braved the cold once more to scoop a bunch of snow into the pot and returned inside to set the pot on the fire.

She then rolled Shinobu on to the bedroll and covered her with the heavy blanket. Hopefully she’d wake up soon. Not because (Y/n) wanted to talk to her or anything, she just didn’t want her to actually die.

When the snow had melted and the water had been at a roaring boil for a fair amount of time, (Y/n) added the dry leaves that were well past their prime. It was a bastardized version of tea, but it would be better than drinking plain hot water.

When the aroma began filling the room, Shinobu began to stir.

“Morning stupid… or night… hard to tell in here.” (Y/n) murmured, sipping some of the sad tea directly from the pot.

“I am not stupid.” Shinobu grumbled. She was still feeling lethargic from her hypothermia. Too cold and tired to hold up her prim and proper act. “What is that?”

“Tea. And before you complain, I didn’t exactly have a lot to work with.”

“I’m not drinking out of that.” Shinobu turned her head away from the offered pot.

“Don’t be such a priss. You fell unconscious in the snow. You need to work your strength back up so we can leave when the blizzard calms down.”

Shinobu’s lips twitched with displeasure, but she took the pot from (Y/n)’s hands and forced down a few sips. The warmth in her stomach and her fingers was a relief.

“And here’s the main course. Eat up, sour grape.” (Y/n) pushed over one of the fruit preserve jars then stood up, planning on doing another sweep of the cabin to see if there really was only one set of bedding, but then Shinobu asked her a troubling question.

“Why did you come back for me?”

“Wh— listen,” (Y/n) sighed, “You infuriate me, but that doesn’t mean I’d ever leave you for dead. That thing about the avalanche, you know I was just being facetious, right?”

“Of course I did.” Shinobu stated confidently. However the wave of relief that washed over her body would beg to differ. She looked down at the blanket in her lap and fiddled with a loose string. “I wouldn’t intentionally bring you physical harm either, just so you are aware.”

“Cool. So now that we know neither of us is going to try to kill the other in their sleep, I am going to bed.”

And bed for (Y/n) tonight would be the floor and a filthy, damp rug she had just noticed in the entryway of the cabin.

“You aren’t really going to sleep on that.” Shinobu spoke up when she had determined where (Y/n) was heading.

“Don’t be silly. I’m sleeping on the floor. This is going to be my blanket.” (Y/n) explained.

“Just use a bedroll like a civilized human being.” Shinobu tried to reason.

Then Shinobu looked back down at where she had found herself. (Y/n) wouldn’t have given her bedding without getting herself some too, that just wouldn’t make sense. So that meant, she had only found one set and gave it to her…

“Come on now,” Shinobu attempted to clear her throat quietly, failing, “get in.”

“I know we established we’re aren’t trying to kill each other, but I think I’ll pass—“

“Stop acting like a child and get over here. You will get sick sleeping like that and with the supplies I have at my disposal currently, we cannot afford to fall ill.” Shinobu scooted over, “Look,” she patted the vacated space, “if you stay on this side we won’t even touch.”

(Y/n) wanted to object again, but she could tell Shinobu was not going to drop it so she dragged her feet away from the mat, back to the fire.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She said as she maneuvered herself to rest as close to the edge as she could.

“That would make two of us.” Shinobu agreed, shifting unde the covers herself to get into a more comfortable position.

“Hey, you’re getting on my side.” (Y/n) warned.

“Am not.” Shinobu denied.

“Are too. You are definitely trying to sap up what little body heat I have left.”

“Oh please, I wouldn’t purposely touch you with a five foot pole.”

“Can you be quiet? I’m trying to sleep.”

“If you want it to be quiet, then stop talking and wiggling around.” Shinobu countered.

She always had to have the last word, didn’t she? Well, (Y/n) was truly too exhausted to even think of something to say in retaliation and fell asleep before she could say another word. Shinobu didn’t last much longer, letting the sound of the wind rattling the old cabin and the warmth gathering under the blanket lull her back to sleep.

When Shinobu awoke, she was disoriented. A quiet sobbing beside her, a shuddering and fast beating be earth her ear and cheek, she finally lifted her head up to look down at what had woken her, finding that she and (Y/n) must’ve gravitated towards each other for warmth as they slept because Shinobu had resting nearly on top of her.

She could see tear tracks illuminated by the dying firelight and how badly (Y/n) shook, how upset her murmured whined and sobs sounded. Safe to say it wasn’t because of the cold.

“(Y/n)-san, wake up.” Shinobu attempted to wake her, but with little success. “It’s just a dream.” She reached out, putting a hand on her damp cheek.

(Y/n)’s eyes shot open and she lurched up to a sitting position with a heavy gasp for air. Shinobu put her hand on her back, feeling each heaving breath and sob. She waited for (Y/n) calm down, subconsciously rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her and bring her back into the present sooner.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“Fine.” (Y/n) croaked.

“That seems like an obvious lie.”

“What do you expect me to say? There’s nothing that can be done about it. Just have to deal with it the way I have been every other night.”

“This is a reoccurring nightmare then. For how long?” Shinobu inquired.

“A little over a year now. I don’t want to talk about it with you.” (Y/n) answered a bit testily.

“If these dreams have been plaguing you whenever you close your eyes, then you should talk about it.”

(Y/n) didn’t answer and Shinobu’s eye twitched. Here she was trying to be kind and supportive, but (Y/n) was totally blowing her off!

“Ow!”

(Y/n) slapped away Shinobu’s hand when she reached out to pinch her.

“Talk to me.” Shinobu commanded.

“No—ow!”

Shinobu pinched her again.

“Talk to me.” She demanded again.

“I’m not gonna— stop!”

“I’m trying to understand you, trying to help you. Talk.”

“This is not how people show that!”

Shinobu went to pinch her again, but (Y/n) grabbed her wrist. Then Shinobu went for her with her other hand, but that was also caught in a clumsy grip. Then a struggle ensued. They twisted and wrestled, shoving at each other, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Get off of me!”

“No!”

Shinobu was in too deep to give up now, as had often been the case in those last few hours. She kept sitting on (Y/n)’s back, not letting up until (Y/n) finally had enough.

“Fine! Just get off and give me a minute!”

Shinobu obliged, getting off of (Y/n) to get some fresh snow to melt into more tea. The storm wasn’t as bad as it had been initially, but traveling still wouldn’t be a great idea.

When she set the pot of snow on the re-stoked fire, she sat beside (Y/n), waiting for her to speak. Finally, she spoke,

“You remember Sayo? My friend who was with me during Final Selection.”

Shinobu nodded stiffly, already sensing where this was going.

“She was killed taking an attack that was meant for me.” (Y/n) explained, not looking up from her lap.

“I tried to save her but…” she shook her head, the state Sayo had been in would always be fresh in her mind but she did not want to speak of the details.

“I’m sorry. I know you two must have been close.” Shinobu was no stranger to loss, especially when it came to people that were close to her.

“The last thing she told me was how she always admired my confidence and optimism. She told me I gave her the courage to make it as far as she did. So,” she took in a shuddering breath, “I’m always motivated to give my all and look on the bright side of things. When it comes down to it, you never really know how much time you have left, so you should always strive for the best outcome no matter the odds. You shouldn’t give up before you even start.”

Shinobu gave short hum of understanding. Eyes downcast to the crummy tea she had brewed. She offered the pot to (Y/n). She quietly thanked her and took a few sips.

“It seems like optimism might just be another form of defiance the way you do it.” Shinobu spoke when (Y/n) gave her back the pot. “Meanwhile, I use my pessimism as a shield. If I expect the worst then it doesn’t hurt as much when all goes wrong.”

“Does that really help?”

“…no.” Shinobu murmured, surprised by her own honesty.

(Y/n) groaned loudly and flopped back onto the bedroll.

“We’re messed up.” She declared while she stretched.

Shinobu released a short breath of amusement and returned under the covers herself.

“Speak for yourself.”

They slowly gravitated towards each other, neither bringing up how their hands brushed as they found comfortable positions. They managed to fall back to sleep huddled against each other. Each feeling closer to the other, and not just because of physical proximity. They had gained a much better understanding of each other now. Maybe they weren’t as incompatible as they had previously thought.

***

(Y/n) awoke pleasantly warm and not with a gasp or a cry as she so often did. Maybe Shinobu had a point when she made her talk about Sayo. Speaking of, she was much too close.

(Y/n) attempted to untangle from Shinobu, but she kept clinging on. She was not willing to lose (Y/n)’s warmth it would seem. However, they both needed to get up. If the absence of noise outside was anything to go by, the storm must have passed. They could get off of this mountain and part on good terms. It felt oddly nice. Really good actually.

“Kochou, wake up. The blizzard has passed. We should get moving.”

Shinobu made a displeased sound that made (Y/n) chuckle, then she rolled over and worked herself up to her knees, shivering when the blanket slide down her shoulders.

“I can’t wait to get home.” She said, covering her mouth to hide a yawn.

“If you roll down the mountain, you’ll get there in no time.”

“Yes, just not in one piece.” Shinobu scoffed, though she did smile.

“I’d carry you back, don’t worry about it.” (Y/n) teased further.

When they managed to pry the door open, there were greeted by at least three feet of snow. They trudged to the nearest tree to avoid the fatigue that would come if they continued walking and continued navigating their way down from the tree line.

The sky was still blocked out by clouds, but judging by how light it was, it had to be mid-morning, early afternoon. As they hopped from tree to tree, they conversed casually until (Y/n) stopped suddenly.

“Do you feel that?” She asked.

“Feel what?”

“Like something is watching us.” She shivered, “something’s marking my skin crawl.”

“You’re probably just cold. Let’s keep moving.”

“Alright.”

(Y/n) tried to let it go, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was following them. They had only been sent to deal with a single demon… there couldn’t have been more, right?

Wrong. The truth of the matter was, where they assumed they had been sent on a joint mission, they were actually two separate ones. The demon Shinobu had been sent to deal with was still very much alive.

A sudden wave of snow hit them from behind, knocking them from the trees to the shifting snow below them. They could feel the snow wrapping around them, trying to pull them under, but they managed to wriggle free, swords drawn.

“What is this?” (Y/n), cut the tendril of snow that was attempting to wrap around her ankle.

“A Demon Blood Art,” Shinobu swiped at the snow herself, “This demon is obviously more powerful than the one we encountered yesterday.”

“Damn it!”

“What?”

“I bet you totally stole my mission objective. This one has Hashira written all over it!” (Y/n) pouted, then grinned when Shinobu rolled her eyes.

“I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you later, but I’d like to deal with this first.”

“I’ll hold you too it!”

The snow swept away from their feet, trapping them in a dome. No doubt this would be the arena for their battle.

A heavy silence overtook them, only broken by the crunching beneath their feet as they settled into tighter stances.

Snow began peeling off of the dome and swirling around them, creating a blizzard around them. They were oh so tired of snow.

“It’s getting hard to see.”

“Just stay close and alert.” Shinobu advised, “It’s sure to attack using the snow as its cover.”

Shinobu pivoted quickly on her foot at the first sign of movement, stabbing through a snowball that had been thrown her way. A distraction. She quickly corrected, her thin blade scraped heavily against claws.

“So fast!” (Y/n) tried to swipe at the demon but it quickly melted back into the snow with a sinister growl.

Shinobu sheathed her sword, switching poisons. She would need something stronger since the demon didn’t recoil from the faint scent of wisteria on her blade.

(Y/n) and Shinobu blocked every attack, making the demon lose patience. The storm within the dome seemed to be getting stronger with every thwarted attack. Suddenly a coppery scent permeated the air. Shinobu turned, worried (Y/n) had gotten hit, but it had been a self inflicted wound on the part of the demon wanting to strengthen its art.

Snow encased Shinobu’s ankle and before she could shake it off, it became ice. The snow that had been thrown at them became sharp shards of ice, making every block that much more important. Shinobu stabbed the ice around her foot in an attempt to free it. As she did, (Y/n) covered her, deflecting the ice that came sailing in. When she freed herself, Shinobu went on the offensive, eventually catching the demon with the unsurpassable speed of one of her strongest breathing techniques.

The demon fell to the ground, the snow dome fell around them, it seemed like the fight was over.

“I’d tell you that was a nice hit if I could have followed your movements at all.” (Y/n) teased, though she was very impressed.

“If it wasn’t for this frigid weather I would have finished it even faster.” Shinobu preened. She could tell (Y/n) was impressed with her and it made her feel unexpectedly giddy.

(Y/n) went to say something else, but the smile quickly faded from her face. Shinobu opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but she found herself being swiftly shoved aside, a pained cry ringing in her ears.

“What…?” Shinobu’s eyes wildly flitted between the demon, still hanging on to life by the skin of its teeth and (Y/n), pierced through the torso by a large icicle.

Red hot anger boiled within Shinobu. She stabbed the demon again, hastening the affects of her poison. She did not turn away again until she was sure it was dead, then she ran to (Y/n)’s side, commanding her to stay conscious.

“(Y/n), why did you do that?!” Shinobu’s voice was low, still boiling with anger and helplessness as she took stock of just how bad the situation had become.

(Y/n) tried to talk, but found herself unable to get anything intelligible out. The shock of the large protrusion through her chest too prevalent for her to hold a conversation.

“You stupid, stupid girl!” Whether Shinobu was referring to herself or (Y/n) was anyone’s guess.

What could she do? What could she do? They were still a ways up the mountain and with the treacherous terrain, Shinobu was certain they wouldn’t make it down before (Y/n) succumbed to her injury.

No. Shinobu thumped her fists against her thighs. She wasn’t going to give up before even trying. (Y/n)’s life was in her hands and though the situation was not at all ideal, she had to at least try. There was a Wisteria House near the base, she wouldn’t have all the tools she would have at home, but it was much too far away for such a time sensitive manner.

“Stay awake, just stay awake for me.” Shinobu begged.

She left (Y/n) momentarily, moving at Mach speed back to the cabin. She wiggled the door free from its slide socket and laid it on the ground. Then she went inside to grab the old blanket and some rope she had remembered seeing in the corner. With her new items in hand, she rushed back to (Y/n), startling her awake.

“What did I say about sleeping?” Shinobu grunted, pulling (Y/n) to rest sideways on the door, “Don’t you give up on me.”

She tied the rope to the door and curled the blanket over (Y/n)’s lower half. She noticed that the icicle was melting and again she felt hopelessness seep into the forefront of her mind. She shook her head.

“Stay awake, We’re going to make it, just stay with me.”

Then Shinobu began dragging the makeshift sled behind her down the mountain. It was not easy. Her negative thoughts were fighting her just as much as the terrain, but she refused to quit.

She made it to the base just before nightfall, muscles aching, hands freezing from never letting go of the rope for even a second. At the Wisteria House she found En waiting for her along with the family of the House. She sent the bird to her home with a list of supplies she would need should the initial surgery go well.

She ordered the Wisteria House residents around, prepping (Y/n) and a room for the risky surgery she was about to attempt.

***

She had done it.

(Y/n)’s breaths were coming stronger everyday. Shinobu had been worried when a small I get ion bloomed from the debris in melted ice, but she had taken care of it quickly in the days following the several hours long surgery.

The Kakushi came with the items she requested, ensuring (Y/n) would make it out of this with but a scar on her chest and back. The recovery would still be a long endeavor of course, but she could continue being a demon slayer once recovery training was completed.

When it was safe to do so, the Kakushi and Shinobu took (Y/n) back to the Butterfly Estate. Shinobu made sure to tell the Wisteria House residents just how thankful she was for their help. She had been really looking forward to getting home.

When Shinobu got home, the girls almost questioned who really was the one to get hurt so badly. Shinobu looked like a wreck visibly exhausted and frostbitten. They all but pushed her into her bedroom. They could take care of (Y/n) from there, it was time for Shinobu to take care of herself.

When (Y/n) awoke, Shinobu’s energy seemed to come back tenfold and everyone took notice. No one had ever heard of this friend of Shinobu’s before, but they must have been close for her to be so happy. They thought Shinobu was goinng in to hug her, but were surprised when her fingers took hold of (Y/n)’s cheeks instead, pinching her harshly with a dark smile.

“Don’t ever do anything like that again. Do you hear me?”

“‘M shorry! Rhet go! Ah!” (Y/n) rubbed her cheeks while Shinobu continued to yell at her for the next twenty minutes.

The girls hadn’t seen her so visibly upset in a long time. It was quite a shock, but also strangely sweet to watch them bicker.

Shinobu took care of (Y/n)’s recovery training personally. Another rarity to the girls because she was usually much to busy for the regimen. Even when they weren’t training, they were almost always together.

That was when the gossip began. And the gushing. And the bets… The Estate residents became very invested in the blossoming romance. Meanwhile, (Y/n) and Shinobu would talk about literally anything else than the elephant in the room, waiting for the other to make the first move.

There was still lingering doubt. They had only began getting along. It seemed too hasty to jump into a romantic relationship so soon, even though they really, really wanted to.

However, when spring came in full bloom it was becoming harder to keep the stares and lingering touches in check.

(Y/n) was itching to make a move, so she invited Shinobu to go for a walk with her. But walking with Shinobu was nerve wracking! She talked so softly and their hands kept brushing. (Y/n) commented on the beauty of a flower along the path and Shinobu agreed without even looking at it. Opting instead to keep her eyes on (Y/n) the whole time.

They had nearly made it back to the mansion and (Y/n) couldn’t muster up the courage to tell Shinobu her feelings. Usually she would just go for it, it was better to ask than to live with regret haunted by what-ifs. But given where they started, she was afraid of losing all the progress they had made.

“You’ve been quiet today.“ Shinobu observed, turning off of the path to the mansion to another trail, motioning for (Y/n) to follow her.

“Aren’t you usually asking me to shut up?” (Y/n) attempted to joke, heart beating fast as she realized she had been caught acting weird.

“I have never once told you to shut up.” Shinobu rolled her eyes, “I may have told you to be quiet because I was reading or writing something important on occasion, but that’s all. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly.

“Just making up songs in my head.”

“What are the words.” Shinobu was on the attack now.

“No words. Just sounds.”

“Hum it for me then.”

(Y/n) floundered, flustering further when Shinobu laughed at her.

“You could just ask to kiss me and I’d let you, you know. I don’t know why you have been getting cold feet all of the sudden. Aren’t you supposed to be the optimist?” Shinobu asked bluntly, turning to stand in the middle of the path, blocking (Y/n) from walking any further.

“Well, do you want to?” Shinobu prompted again while (Y/n) stood too stunned to speak.

She gave a jerky nod and Shinobu giggled, waiting for (Y/n) to step closer.

She took so long to get in position that Shinobu took matters into her own hands, pulling her the rest of the way in. When she finally pulled away to breathe, she had the biggest grin on her face.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She took (Y/n) by the hand, pulling the lovestruck girl along the trail.

She only stopped when she felt a resistance to her pull. Worried she had gone too far, she turned to ask (Y/n) what was wrong, only to find another kiss waiting for her which she happily accepted.

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i'd like to request hcs on what miyuki, chris, sanada, okumura, kuramochi and mima would do to win over/get closer to their female crush/ s/o (could be before they officially start dating or in the early stages of their relationship)

The interminable wait is over! All of the asks are written, now I will post. I don't know when I'll open the ask box, since I really struggled to get these done, but I do hope to open it fairly soon for a much smaller intake.

Enjoy! (I think these got longer with each character I wrote them for... sorry Miyuki~)

Miyuki Kazuya

It turns out that getting you to go out with him was easier than actually being in a relationship.

He’s a bit prickly and he’s not good at connecting with others.  Real social interaction is a challenge and he’s pretty clueless.  He puts in the effort, but feels really awkward with everything.  Tries to go it by himself but doesn’t feel like he’s making any progress so he reluctantly asks his friends.

Not that they know anything, they’re baseball idiots too.  But they brainstorm and come up with the usual cliché things he can actually do. 

He gives you as much of his time as he can, walks you to class or to your club, buys you snacks or drinks.  Listens to what you say and does preliminary research into the things you like.  Patience will be the key here, and being open and honest.  He needs help lol

Takigawa Chris Yuu

He’s nervous, but reasonably confident.  He’s a little shy, but he stretches his wings a bit to try to get you to like him.  Nothing too obvious, but it’s there.

Homework help for sure.  If you don’t need help, then he’ll feign needing yours.  To him, it’s a reasonable way to spend time together without being obvious or making things weird if you don’t like him back.

Definitely goes out of his way to learn about your interests, so he can something to talk to you about that isn’t related to school.  Whether he shares the likes or not, he makes an effort.

Attention is his best weapon.  When his singular focus is centered on you, you feel it.  Despite being subtle, he’s pretty obvious to anyone who knows him.  Ryou undoubtedly pokes at him.

It’s probably not surprising that he can be rather romantic.  He’s a nurturing kind of boy, so it’s not hard for him to come up with ways to pamper you that won’t push or embarrass you.  He’s very sensitive to your feelings.

Sanada Shunpei

Okay so, will he actually have to put in a special effort to win you over?  He has everything going for him – good looks, sense of humor, surprisingly sweet, maybe a little goofy…

I don’t think he does anything special, but he’s a good boyfriend.  He texts you all day, checking in, but also sending you amusing and cute things like memes and baby animal pictures.  As you get closer, he will probably start venting out baseball things to you – this is a sign of intimacy, because he generally doesn’t say anything unless he trusts the other person

Always buying you tiny little gifts.  Little keychains, plushies, figures, candy, food, even if you tell him he doesn’t have to, he keeps doing it, mostly because these little items make him think of you.

Secretly buys a second copy sometimes and hides it in his room so he can feel extra connected to you.

Okumura Koushu

1000% struggles to figure out how to talk to you in the first place, let alone ask you out.  He’s pretty shy when it comes toother people when baseball isn’t involved.  Especially with girls, since he has 0 experience with them, except from them giggling around him which annoys him greatly.

He probably notices you in the first place because you aren’t one of those girls.  You acknowledge him, and smile at him, but you are never over the top, or make him feel awkward.

Seto’s advice is garbage, but somehow Yui’s isn’t?  Koushuu probably would have ignored him too, except he sees how popular he is with girls and the fact that he can talk to them easily.

He starts small, just by talking to you, generally about school, since he’s awkward and doesn’t know what to talk about.  After a few suggestions his conversation expands and as he gets more comfortable he’s a lot less awkward.  His conversation is intelligent, and he’s unintentionally funny in a dry way

By the time he asks you out, you are pretty good friends, and he trusts you.  The step over the line to more than friends isn’t as hard as he expected.  The biggest thing he does to continue to win you over is give you time.  His time is so limited, but every extra second he has goes to you, even if it’s just messaging or phone calls.

Kuramochi Youichi

He’s very earnest and really cool?  He’s good with girls, despite his inexperience.  One could argue that he’s cooler when talking to girls than he is with anyone else

He’s very enthusiastic.  He talks to you about everything, and discusses decisions with you.  You’re not a dick like Kazuya, and have much better sense.  It’s kind of funny, since he, like many of his teammates, don’t do communication that well in general, but with you?  He’s somehow a pro? 

Never lets things fester or sit, and fixes things immediately.  Makes you feel like you can tell him anything and he’s always there to listen to you.

Creates opportunities to do things together, which can be hard on a boarding school campus.  Take turns coming up with the activity, which leads to you learning about baseball, and maybe video games/wrestling (if you don’t already know), likewise he learns how to do the things you like.  Keeps trying no matter how terrible he is at it.

This boy cuddles, so I hope you are okay with that.  Always respectful, but he loves nothing better than to have you in his lap and arms snuggling while you do whatever it is you are doing together.

Mima Souichirou

He’s so intense that he often comes off as scary, nothing could be farther from the truth, however.

He’s sweet and polite and very considerate of his girlfriend.  He’s very focused on baseball so it takes him a little bit to adjust to having to reorganize his time.  It’s a transition, so there is a bit of a rough patch, but he tries really hard.

He’s good at compromise, and he’s pragmatic.  There’s no unnecessary fights with him, even if you get angry, he remains calm and listens.  He’s very good at calming you down

Is very blunt, but also the softest boy too?  Despite his tendency towards bluntness, he’s sensitive.  Is always there when you need him, no matter what.  Likes to take walks with you, and to hold your hand.

His favorite it taking you to the forest for a picnic.  Is unintentionally very romantic lol He doesn’t think about things like that, he just thinks about what you both might like.  He very much values your alone time

Often buries his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder and just inhales.  You smell so much nicer than his teammates.

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