#banshee x reader

[dickarchivist]

BESTIEEEE could i trouble you for a kiss prompt of….

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

With Banshee pleaseeee? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Banshee Babes I have a snack for you pspspspsps

Feels Like Home

Clone OC Banshee (pov) X gn!Reader

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks

Rating: G, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: none, it's really cute fluff ♡ there is a bloody nose from a punch at one point, but that's really the only thing.

Summary: Banshee loves you (that's it, that's the fic)

Author's Notes: Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for asking for this fic!! Immediately when I read it I heard Banshee in my head go "Can I tell this one?" so it's written from Banshee's POV!! Kinda reads like a one-sided conversation in Ban's head, like he's thinking directly to you.

As always, Banshee mostly signs. All Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word.

I miss you.

It's been... kriff I don't even know how long. I think last time I saw you, it was sunny... yeah, it was, I remember thinking how pretty you looked with light dancing in your eyes. I wish I'd kissed you then. Before that too, when we were at 79's and I heard you laugh at one of Phantom's shitty jokes.

You talk to him a lot. Makes sense, he's got a lot to say... I wish I could speak more to you. I just-- can't. I don't know why. My voice is fine, I remember you saying it was pretty once, when you heard me laugh. Made me blush. Kriff, Specs wouldn't let me live that down for weeks. "Sing us a song with your pretty voice, Banshee~"

He was just poking fun, I smiled at it, rolled my eyes, but I hated it. I hated that I couldn't sing like a bird right then and there. I flipped him one instead, we rough housed, and then before we knew it, we were on another battlefield.

I want to tell you everything. I hope it's enough just to want to. That when I put my arm around you, you know I'd do anything for you. That when I look in your eyes all I can think is how lucky I am to have been made, because I get to look at you even for a second. I get to hear your laugh, even if it's muffled it's still the prettiest laugh I know. Or your voice, ah kriff, I could listen to you talk all damn day.

I do, sometimes.

That message you left on my commlink, I saved it. Play it when I'm in the field so if I go, you're the last thing I hear.

"What'cha thinkin' about Ban? You've been staring off into space for like... twenty minutes. You okay?" Athena. She's small, I could throw her pretty far if we combined my strength and her force jump. I think General Valka would kill me if I launched her though.

Nothing, but that's a lie, I'm thinking about you.

"Somebody's lying~" I could punch Phantom right now, that sing-song jeering makes me so- ugh, "You're thinkin' about that babe, aren't you? Vod when ya gonna ask 'em out! Better do it before I do, I make em laugh you know, bet I could get em to make other noi-"

I punch Phantom. I don't even realize I did until Athena gasps at the blood running down Tommy's face. "Kriff I was joking Ban! Ah! What the hell!?"

I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't- he swats my hands, effectively shutting me up.

Ghost comes in later, he looks disappointed. I wish he'd look angry. "Anything to say for yourself?"

No. It was out of line.

"It was. So, why'd you do it? It's not like you to take a crack at Tom in earnest, lucky his nose didn't break." He chuckles, and I'm relieved at that. Didn't hurt him too badly after all.

But I can't answer Ghost... I don't want him to think less of me. Punching my brother just because I got jealous of even the thought of him taking you from me, and you're not even mine? Oh shit, why's he laughing? Hey, stop that, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Ghost smiles, "You're in love huh? That person from 79's, the one you keep staring at? If Tom made a pass at them, I get why you punched him." He pats my shoulder, and I feel myself bristle, but he just shakes his head, "Look. Apologize to Tom, but between you and me, he deserved it. You should tell them when we get back, think you'll be happy with the answer."

I miss you more now. For three days, I miss you more and more. When The Crypt finally lands I can't get off the ship fast enough. "I'LL TELL THEM TO MEET YOU AT THEIR PLACE!" Ghost calls after me as I take a flying leap from The Crypt's still opening door.

I turn around, run backwards a click so I can sign my thank yous and wave. As I'm rushing through the crowds, the streets, you chime into my helmet. I can't pick up fast enough, I accidentally hang up on you in my excitement. Thankfully you call back immediately.

"Hey, I know you don't talk, so just listen! Ghost called, I'm headed home now, I'll be a few minutes but if you beat me home, just let yourself in okay? The code is your number! I'll see you soon, ahh I can't wait to see you I missed you!!! Bye Ban!"

You missed me... You missed me!! My legs carry me faster than before, I can't stop the smile on my face. It almost hurts my cheeks, I just want to see you already!! The streets here all look the same, where's your door? I know it, I know it, come on, which one-

"Ban!!" It's you. It's you! Where are you, from above? "Banshee look up! To the left, Ban!"

My head snaps around, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I get to see your smile. My heart beat pounds in my chest, my cheeks are hot, Maker you look so beautiful...

I rush the stairs like my life depends on it, feels like it almost might. My body knows the aches of battle well, but this ache is still new to me. The physical need to be close... I yank off my helmet and fling it to stop at your feet before I crash into you.

With your arms around my shoulders, your legs wrapping my waist, every part of me feels whole finally. You smell like sunshine in the cold, like fresh bread from a real bakery, you smell like you, and it's my favorite scent of all. You smell like home.

Once your legs are under you again, I still don't let go, I can't. I've waited too long to hold you, to see you, just be near. I'm not letting you go. Your hands are so soft...

I lean my cheek into your palm, smiling down at you as I continue to catch my breath. Stars I could look at you forever. The way you run your hands over my head, feeling my short hair. You'll come back with ink on you, I know it. The others just drew on me, I hope there's nothing bad up there... I love the way your thumb feels against my lips. The way you map out every part of me, like you're seeing my face for the first time all over again. I love you. Kriff I love you so much I can barely stand it, I--

"What are you thinking about?"

"I love you."

No. No no no. No I didn't-- I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please stop looking at me like that, no, I'm sorry, p--

What was that? Do it again.

Your lips on mine... I move forward, careful, trying to mimic the same thing, but- oh... oh that's... you'd move your lips on mine, I move mine the same, slow, softer this time. Am I doing it right? You don't stop me, I think I am. You pull back, breathing hard as I am, smiling so brightly... you're everything to me. You feel like home.

"I love you too, Banshee." You giggle, and my heart sings. One hand leaves my face, I can see ink on your fingers, just like I thought. 1666, you really did use my number as your code... you love me.

As we move inside, you stop, gasping at a sudden realization, "Oh stars, that's the first time I've heard you speak! I didn't know you could!"

I can't help but laugh. Of course that's the first thing I say to you. Of course it is.

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[lefisa]

SCREAM. k.sunoo

PAIRING banshee! kim sunoo x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS you found your classmate sunoo always strange, even tho you’re the class president, and all this was only reinforced when he tells you that you are going to die.

GENRE fantasy au. classmates to lovers

WARNINGS mentions of murder. dead. sleeping issues.

WORD COUNT 5k

TAGLIST @yourlocalni-kisimp @love-4-keum @enhacolor @soobin-chois

It was certainly not uncommon for Sunoo to be woken up in the middle of the night by his screams. Drenched in sweat, he was startled. Sunoo awakened from his sleep and sat bolt upright on his messed-up bed. The moon shone through the open window, which was usually covered by white curtains, but today the wind blew them around the room

Sunoo attempted to forget the faces of the people begging for mercy, who were in danger of being killed by one of the murderous creatures wandering trought that night. 

His mother often helped him get over it. She would normally sit on the edge of the bed and whisper soothing words into her son's ear while he told her about his dream over a cup of tea. 

Mrs. Kim was very aware of the Banshee gift, as the gene had been passed down in the family for thousands of years. It mostly affected the females of the bloodline, with some showing only mild banshee abilities, others being plagued by the full banshee curse, but Sunoo was the first male Kim to inherit this rare full-blown banshee gene.   

Most of the time, Sunoo's mother tried to help Sunoo with all her might, but often she couldn't really put herself in the boy's position because the gene was not particularly pronounced in her, but she still knew a lot about it and tried to make life easier for Sunoo, about which Sunoo  was very grateful because he was aware that he could never have endured it alone without help.   

On really bad days, when Sunoo couldn't stop screaming and the loud, almost screaming voices begged and cried at him, the whole family went to his grandmother's large country house for a while. It was far away from the city surrounded by fields and pastures, no forests, because his grandmother knew what dangerous things lurked there at night.   

Sunoo's grandmother was a smart old but fit woman who was also a banshee and had been for many years, which gave her some tips and tricks to calm the banshee's abilities, which kept her from going insane. She was the person that all the banshees in the family would come to for advice, so there were usually several people in her house for varying periods of time. 

While Sunoo was staying with his grandma trying to calm down, the school was told that he couldn't attend classes due to health reasons, but this was beginning to feel strange to some students as the poor boy was absent almost every month at least once and so rumors formed. Rumors nobody dared to say out loud.   

Sunoo was often aware of the rumors himself. Some people kept giving him wry, accusatory sideways glances as he walked the school corridors but rarely lowered his head to them. Well, the boy wasn't really unpopular though it seemed like it, of course, some students found him odd but most still found him sweet and friendly. 

But that night, Sunoo noticed that his mother wasn't sitting on the edge of the bed today and calming him down because she had taken sunoo's father and his sister to the sea on vacation, and had left Sunoo, quite involuntarily, at home. But now he regretted that he didn't go with them and was alone at home.

Sunoo looked around his moonlit room and finally caught sight of the glowing digits of his alarm clock, which was standing on a small bedside table next to his bed. The dark-haired boy groaned loudly and was annoyed when he saw the time.  

4:00am. 

He had three hours left until his alarm clock usually went off, and Sunoo would get up and get ready for school. But what should Sunoo do in the three hours now? If he couldn't sleep again now, he knew he would probably be tired all day. However, Sunoo was aware that he would not be able to fall asleep again. 

And so Sunoo pushed the white blanket off his body and stood up. When his warm feet touched the cold floor, the boy felt a chill run down his spine, and, now wide awaked, he padded into the living room. 

Once there, the young banshee turned on the TV and zipped through the various channels, hanging on one of the many news channels for a little too long when another death had just been reported. The victim had several scratches and bite marks exhibited.

Sunoo let out an ironic snort and rolled his eyes, knowing, of course, that this was the work of a bloodthirsty vampire, but the humans and reporters were ignorant and stupid. They saw the marks, and almost everyone thought the same thing, yet they didn't believe in the supernatural, so such cases were always labeled as regular murders.

Sunoo finally got himself back to zipping through the channels and got stuck again on another tv channel that played an episode of the famous teenage series Teen Wolf.

Sunoo had to chuckle. It was ironic. First, the news of the murder by supernatural beings, and now Teen Wolf, where just the same thing happened as in the real world. The boy found it really amusing how the fictional TV series about teenagers for teenagers resembled the real world so much. It truly felt like the producers knew about the other side of the world.

On the screen, Lydia was just seen playing the record player in the Martin Lake House and hearing the password for the list. Sunoo truly liked Lydia Martin and was a bit jealous of her specific skills, but a bunch of the things were made up of her banshee features.

And so the three hours of waiting passed, and the boy slowly began to get ready for school.

Sunoo was right the day was really hell. The whole time Sunoo tried not to close his eyes and doze off. It almost happened to the poor boy in writing class with Ms. Choo when he laid his head on the cold tabletop and slowly fell asleep, but luckily for him, his seatmate woke him up before he could doze off.

Embarrassed, Sunoo thanked her and apologized when he was embarrassed because the seatmate was actually the class president and his crush of almost two years. y/l/n y/n, which happened to be you.

Sunoo found you fascinating when you first walked through the big school doors and rattled into the classroom two years ago. With your hair tied in two high pigtails and your notepad clutched to your chest, you immediately caught the boy's attention. So Sunoo's crush on you went on for years, but the poor banshee never dared to confess to you, and so he just adored you from afar. Maybe it was because he was afraid you would think he was weird like some other classmates and you would reject him, or maybe it was because you were class president and also stuco president with Yang Jungwon. Either way, the boy couldn't bring himself to talk to you.

However, to Sunoo's regret, the dark-haired boy did not go unnoticed by you. You knew the rumors about your classmate all too well, but you only believed a few of them. Nevertheless, you had never exchanged a single word with Sunoo, although as stuco president, you had already had a conversation with almost every student. Sunoo was also your seatmate, but you never really talked to each other other than maybe a few apologies or hellos.

However, there were still a few odd moments when you couldn't help but believe the rumors a little more and found the boy's behavior strange. Like, for example, just in history class, when you noticed how the boy next to you slowly let his head fall down on the table and landed on your notes of all places. You were truly wondering why Sunoo would just fall asleep in one of the more fascinating classes. Maybe he'd had a tough or busy day, and you really didn't want to interfere in his business, so you just woke sunoo up before he could actually get to sleep and didn't mention it again.

After that lesson, Sunoo immediately went to his friends Yang Jungwon, said stuco president, Nishimura Riki, and Watanabe Haruto in the canteen and told them about his embarrassing experience.

"There's no way you fell asleep next to y/n." Haruto said, hands on his stomach while he was laughing. Sunoo just buried his head in his hands and nodded, slightly embarrassed. He really thought he could never show his face in front of you again.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad. At least it was y/n, you know she's too kind and understanding and won't tell anyone.” Jungwon said, picking some rice from his lunch box with his chopsticks. Now niki interfered in the conversation and didn't help Sunoo at all with it. “But imagine you fall asleep next to your crush and class president. I would change schools."

Jungwon just shook his head at the younger and smiled reassuringly at Sunoo. “Was there any reason why you fell asleep in the middle of class? You usually pay attention and work so well in class.”

“I don't know it myself. I just woke up last night and couldn't go back to sleep. I was probably just too tired. I guess it won't be like that tomorrow.” Sunoo smiled at the worried boy and tried to convince him, as well as himself, that everything was going to be alright.

However, sunoo was completely wrong, this behavior was going on for several weeks now and you were starting to worry about the boy because it really seemed like he was having trouble sleeping and not getting enough sleep at night.

Sunoo, on the other hand, really had trouble sleeping, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same person dying in front of his eyes, killed by the claws of a beast, but he could never see the victim's face. She always stood with her back turned to him, and when she finally lay dead on the floor, her face was half torn, and blood flowed from every pore. Besides, his family still hadn't returned from vacation, and Sunoo had no one to help him. At times like this, he would drive to his grandma and try to relax, but he couldn't make such a long trip alone. So, he was all on his own.

It was one of those many more nights when Sunoo dreamed of that particular person again, but this time he was able to see her face directly. He saw her lifeless, dead eyes, heard her cries begging for mercy, and even imagined her perfume smell. And that's when Sunoo woke up all sweaty and screaming because the person he saw in his predictive dreams was none other than you.

Sunoo wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand, he liked you and wanted to tell you as soon as possible that you were about to die, no matter what you would think of him just so you wouldn't die. On the other hand, he knew the rules. He wasn't allowed to tell anyone about their imminent death. However, it was also the first time he had such a prediction in his dream before that person died, so Sunoo wasn't too sure if it really was the banshee in him that had made that prediction or if it was just a nightmare his brain had made up in his sleep.

But then Sunoo wondered why the hell he shouldn't prevent the death of an innocent person when he had the chance to. He was tired of seeing so much news about murders and missing people. It would also save him some suffering, so sunoo decided to go to you on Monday and tell you about your fate and wished that nothing would happen to you.

“Maybe Monday is already too late. What if she died today or tomorrow? I should tell her right away." the boy murmured to himself and jumped out of bed without hesitation, simply pulled his heavy jacket over his pajamas, which consisted of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, and made his way to you in the middle of the night hoping that you were neither asleep nor dead.

Sunoo walked, or somewhat ran, down the street to your neighborhood. Every now and then, a car would drive past the trembling boy and blast him with its bright lights.

It felt like an eternity for the boy when he finally got closer to your house─he knew where you lived because he was with you once in second grade for a school project─and let out a sigh of relief when he finally stood in front of your front door. Now all he had to do was to get you out of the house somehow to talk to you.

Luckily for him, he saw a bright light burning on the first floor of your gray house and hoped very much that it was coming from your room and that he wouldn't have to wake you up from your sleep.

So now all Sunoo had to do was ring the doorbell and wait, but coming to think of it, that probably wasn't a good idea because what would he say if your parents opened the door for him? He couldn't tell them why he was standing in front of their house in his pajamas, and they'd probably think he was crazy for ringing on their doorbell just after midnight─ it's not like you wouldn't think he was crazy anyway.

The banshee took a quick look around the front yard of your house when his eyes landed on a rock in the lawn and went to pick it up, and throw it at the window, which was leaking the light out onto the street. If this was your parent's room and not yours, sunoo knew he was probably fucked.

But now, it was too late because the stone already hit the glass of the window with a loud noise.

At that moment, you were about to fill out the final forms from yesterday's stuco meeting with the council and were more than happy that you shared the papers with Jungwon. So, you only had to fill out half of them and Jungwon the rest. This saved you some work and hopefully gave you some more sleep, but when you heard something hit your window, you jumped up in fright. 

It was probably just a bird, wasn't it? What else would crash against your window at night?  

Still a bit anxious, you threw your attention back to your forms and tried to get the scary thoughts out of your head. You were about to put your pen down on the paper again when something slammed against your window for the second time. Well, you were terrified, to say the least, but you were a little curious and wanted to know what crashed into your window, even if it meant you could eventually get killed 

And so, you got up from your desk at the other end of the room and took careful steps towards your window. When you opened it, the cold night air immediately rushed into your face and infiltrated your warm room, this was the reason why you started to tremble slightly all over your body. 

You had to squint your eyes to see something in the darkness but couldn't see anything particularly striking until your gaze fell on a figure in your front yard. However, they didn't really look like a killer to you though, so you were somewhat reassured.

"Who is there?" you yelled into the cold night and immediately started to regret it again because it probably wasn't the smartest thing to shout to a possible killer. After all, that was part of every halfway good horror movie, and most of the time, they never answered anyway.

"Y/n? This is Sunoo from writing class. Can we maybe talk?” Sunoo yelled up at you in a whisper, careful not to wake your parents since he was now reasonably sure that they were asleep and hoped that you would come down to him and talk to him without protest.

On the other hand, you couldn't believe your ears. Why on earth would Kim Sunoo, from your writing class, be standing in front of your house in the middle of the night to want to talk to you. Couldn't he discuss this with you in class on Monday?

You started to think for a moment and answered the boy, "Uhh yes I think so. Hold on, I'm coming out.” Maybe this still wasn't a good idea, but what could Sunoo do to you?

You left your room and snuck barefoot down the long flight of stairs connecting the two floors, careful not to wake anyone up or get yourself into trouble.

When you got outside, you zipped up your jacket because it was colder than you thought and took quick steps toward Sunoo. As you approached him, despite the darkness, you were able to consider him more closely; his black hair was tousled and messy, he was probably what it looked like to you in his pajamas, and he seemed like he hadn't slept in a while.

"Why the hell do you want to talk to me in the middle of the night?" You might have asked the poor boy in front of you a bit too harshly, but you only realized this after you had thrown the words at Sunoo's head, but it didn't impress him really and he started to answer you.

"I'm happy to explain all that to you, but I would find it better if we couldn't talk about that right in front of your front door and instead could go to the park on the other side of the street and sit on a park bench there."

"Are you insane? Want to go to a park in the middle of the night? Aren't you scared of what might be walking around there at that time?” You started to feel fooled, maybe Sunoo wanted to kidnap you and then kill you after all.

Sunoo rolled his fox-like eyes in annoyance and let out a long, annoyed sigh through his pink lips. "Look y/n, normally I would be the first to fear something like this because I know exactly what goes on in places like this at night and what creatures lurk there, but it's really important that I tell you everything in an undisturbed place and I can promise you that nothing will happen to you."

"How do I know you won't kill me?"

Now Sunoo had enough of your questions and just pulled you by your wrist to the park across the street and sat with you on one of the many benches. You knew there was no point in arguing, so you just let yourself be dragged along with him without protest.

"Please listen and promise me you won't freak out when I'm done," Sunoo paused for a moment, seeking approval, which you gave him with a nod, "So, um, where do I start?"

"Maybe in the beginning?"

"Um yeah, maybe that would be for the best," Sunoo nodded, scratching his neck in embarrassment. “You have to know, in our world, there are not only normal people. Among us live vampires, werewolves, and many other mystical creatures you can imagine, you've probably heard about the many murders in the news right? Most of them were vampires or werewolves.” Sunoo stopped talking again and looked at you again to make sure you could follow him.

But there was just too much information for you to process in your head. Of course, you'd heard about the murders, but there weren't any vampires or anything like that, at least, your fantasy stopped working at that point. And why should Sunoo know all this?

As if Sunoo could read your mind, he immediately answered your question, "You must be wondering how I know all this. My family has been a part of these supernaturals for millennia. I don't know if you've ever heard of banshees, but this gene has been inherited in my family for a long time and I got it. So that means I can somehow predict the deaths of others and know where someone just died because the victims tell me.”

You were kind of surprised by the long confession he just told you. A few owls hooted in the trees above you and made the story seem even more believable.

"If all of this is true, why would you tell me all this? After all, I hardly know you.”

"I know, and I shouldn't even tell you all this. I could really get in trouble because of it, after all. But I saw you in one of my dreams the other day, to be honest, I didn't even know I was capable of something like that until that point. Yet you were there, I could see you, hear you and even smell you, and then you died, actually, you were killed by the claws of a werewolf."

"So you're telling me now that I'm going to die soon?" You started to giggle slightly at that thought. You really expected everything from this conversation, but saying you're going to die was really a bit too ironic, and all you wanted to know was if Sunoo was mentally ok because it didn't seem to you? Well, you definitely couldn't shake the rumors that he was crazy. But somehow, you felt sorry for the boy.

"I know this sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. I'm telling the truth." Sunoo tried desperately to save the situation, but he failed miserably, and he noticed that himself.

"I'm sorry, Sunoo, but this sounds like a story that my grandma would tell me before bed to keep me from getting up in the night and wandering around at night" You gave the boy an apologetic look and got up off the bench, your legs feeling a little wobbly from the lengthy sit and stormed out of the little park.

"Y/n, please wait!" the boy begged and ran after you, passing the small lake and the many bushes.

"Please stop."

Luckily for Sunoo, you stopped short on the road and let him catch up with you. But when you made sure there were no cars, your legs almost automatically moved across the street.

But before you knew it, a relatively large silver car was speeding towards you at full speed and didn't look like it was about to slow down. You already saw the car drive into you, and for a short time, you regretted all the bad things you had done in your life. You knew that it was too late for you and that nothing could help you out of this situation.

Sunoo, who was still standing on the sidewalk, saw the car speeding toward you as well, and without thinking twice, he sprinted in your direction and threw you sideways, landing lightly on you and holding you in that position for a short while. Your faces slowly began to move toward each other. But before anything else could happen, you cleared your throat, and Sunoo remembered why you were in this position and slowly rolled off you.

The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you tried to piece the event together in your head. It was clear that the car was after you and wanted to kill you, but you couldn't explain why.

"Are you alright?" Sunoo asked you concerned, examining your face a little more closely, checking for injuries. You giggled slightly at Sunoo's worried expression, but you were still shocked and afraid for your life.

"Thank you, Sunoo. You really saved my life, who knows what would have happened if you hadn't been there. Maybe you're right after all with your funny predictions because it really seemed like the driver just wanted to kill me” You thanked the boy next to you and got up from your lying position.

Sunoo started to smile even though you almost got killed and started to get up too. "I'm really glad you believe me, but that wasn't the reason why you died in my dream. I think someone still has plans to harm you."

"What if you tell me more about everything inside? You can sleep here overnight.” You nodded your head towards your door and started walking toward it, Sunoo following you inside gratefully.

As the weeks slowly passed by, Sunoo and you were practically stuck together at school and at home. Of course, your friends noticed this too and wondered what had happened that you were now sitting and giggling together every break because there was rarely a moment when you weren't seen together.

Your parents were also surprised, somewhat shocked, to see a boy your age entering the house who was not Jungwon, who was often in your house because of stuco matters. Still, they were kind of proud of you for making new friends and hanging out with other people. Your parents still loved your friends with their whole hearts, though.

"How the fuck did you, Kim Sunoo, get with y/n y/l/n?" Niki questioned, the boy one day, his hands buried deep in his black baggy jeans, when they were waiting for you together in front of the school so that Sunoo could go home with you.

"Maybe he's just blackmailing her, so she has to hang out with him." hissed Haruto and leaned against the cold stone wall behind him, sighing. He really didn't understand why they were waiting for you here with Sunoo when he could have been home long ago.

“First of all, y/n and I are just friends. Second, what do you even mean by that? Why should I blackmail y/n? We just get along well." Sunoo tried to explain it to his friends and sounded a little too offended for his friends.

"Oh come on, you couldn't even get a single word out in front of her without stuttering a few weeks ago and now you're just clinging to her."

The questions from the two boys continued for a few more minutes, and sunoo was slowly getting impatient that you didn't come out to relieve him. At that moment, he was glad that Jungwon wasn't also taking part in the conversation and just tried to stop the boy from teasing Sunoo. But of course, Jungwon was curious too and wanted to know where the sudden change came from.

"Okay, maybe I told her I'm a banshee." Sunoo finally gave in and told the truth, but before the words left Sunoo's mouth entirely, the boys let out shocked gasps and widened their eyes at Sunoo's confession.

"I think I didn't quite get it - you did what?!" Jungwon almost yelled his question as he nearly dropped the school books he held in his hands until then, but he could stop them just in time from sliding through his hands.

"I told her I'm a Banshee."

Now, this definitely came as a shock to the three boys as they knew that no human was supposed to know about the supernatural, and until now, they had managed to hide it as best they could from their classmates, but they never thought it would be Sunoo telling a human about the supernaturals. To be honest, everyone thought it would be Niki who would be the first to blurt out the secret, well, it had slipped out of the boy at least once before, though.

Both Niki and Jungwon were equally supernatural, with Niki being a witch and Jungwon being a former angel. Just Haruto was the only human in the friend group, as Haruto found out about the three when he accidentally saw Niki practicing magic in one of the classrooms after school in front of Sunoo and Jungwon.

When Sunoo and Jungwon found out that Haruto knew about them, they first had to stop Niki from using a spell on the poor boy that would make him forget everything, and instead, they took him into their group.

But now Sunoo had told another human and none of the three knew why and they were sure that Sunoo wouldn't tell them so easily.

Before the group could ponder further and pepper Sunoo with questions, Sunoo noticed you in front of the big school entrance and quickly let himself be taken with big steps, leaving his friends alone behind him.

You could already see how Sunoo approached you when you left school with your best friend. This probably wasn't too difficult either because the smiling boy stood out in the crowd so much that you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Hey y/n, are you ready to go?" Sunoo stopped in front of you as he approached you and gave both you and your girlfriend one of his famous heart-melting smiles.

"Uhm yeah, let's go!" You replied to the boy as you tried to ignore your friend's teasing look and dragged Sunoo behind you as you started walking away but not before saying goodbye to your friend.

On your way home you often stopped by different shops and perused the various delicacies at the bakery while talking about your day.

"Would you like to do anything special today?" the black-haired boy asked you as he pulled you away from one of the shop windows, slowly getting a little impatient but appreciating the beaming look you had in your eyes, so he didn't say anything

You jerked your head off the different colored flowers when you heard the boy's question and shook your head slightly when you answered him. "No, I don't think so. I just want to lie in bed and maybe watch some Netflix."

"Okay then let's go home."

With these words the boy intertwined his fingers with your own, thereby drawing you closer to him and silently walking with you down the crowded streets to your house.  

Sunoo cherished moments like this between the two of you, holding hands with the love of his life and trapped in the happy little world they had together, promising himself that he would protect you forever – no matter what would come.

#enhypennetwork #ficscafe #sunoo x y/n #kim sunoo #sunoo imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #angst #banshee au #banshee x reader

[chrollohearttags]

rapper connie + ony idc idc idc!

#my coochie screaming like a banshee in the wild right now #shit don’t make no sense #connie springer #onyankopon snk #onyankapon #musician x influencer au #aot x black reader #connie x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot au #musician au #black reader #I would be in that studio stretched like elastic you hear me #rapper connie #rapper ony #reverb series

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

obsessed with the idea of seelie faerie prince gojou, as charming and as tricksy as all fae are. his snow-white hair eye catching and his azure eyes like gems pressed into his flesh

seelie prince satoru whose very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth

seelie prince satoru who is much more observant than his penchant for revels and merrymaking belies

seelie prince satoru who relishes in obnoxiously getting under the skin of the gentry of his court with his radical ideas that challenge the traditions that have been established for centuries

seelie prince satoru whose court is filled with political strife between three major families- the gojou, zenin and kamo. and it's really just his look this particular luck that he's bleeding out after a particularly harrowing attempt on his life. must have been that petty bastard naoya but in this particular moment, numb from poison and with a bloodied torso it really isn't going to do him any good trying to figure out who sent the now dead assassin after him

he won't die from this, he's been developing an immunity to poison. but even so, this is tough on his body as he sits in a misty forest waiting for the poison to wear off on his body with the scent of iron strong in the air

that's when he sees something that any faerie would consider the worst omen ー he sees you.

faeries are immortal folk. unless someone goes out of their way to kill them, they never die. it's what makes them stronger, far further creatures than humans with their insect-length lifespans

seelie prince satoru who even with his eyes, it's difficult seeing you clearly with poison muddling his senses but he sees the tell-tell white hair and gray skin and he knows you're a banshee

seelie prince satoru who chuckles humorlessly as he accepts that apparently, his luck has run out

he's sure of this as you slowly come closer and closer until he sees you much more clearly. your eyes are bloodshot, as to be expected of your kind. but your eyes might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. they're a pale lilac and your pupils are a ghostly white, shockingly light against the reds of your eyes but even that looks beautiful. he never cared particularly for the color red before but in this moment he can understand why red caps crave the color so and satoru thinks that if he is going to hear those damning cries that will seal his fate in this instant, he's glad it's you

banshees were human women that died in grief, right? that died tragedy before the grace of the gods turned them fae. death is a beautiful look on you but he wonders what you'd look if you were still colored in the shades of life that once blossomed over you like spring blooms

and so you part your lips... but rather than wail and scream, announcing to the headless riders of faerie that death is near, death is coming for gojou satoru your eyebrows knit in worry and you ask

"are you alright?" as you kneel by his side, reaching for his wounds carefully. your voice is honestly akin to hearing birdsong in the night, a juxtaposition he wasn't prepared for. "here, let me help you"

apparently the seelie prince's luck is greater still. death won't come for him yet. instead, he's become a hypocrite. an unintelligent hypocrite but he can't quite seem to make himself care in this instance when he is tended to by your cold but gentle touch and your lark-like voice drips like honey from your lips.

whether it's folk or mortal, satoru likens love to a curse that makes those around him stupid. a curse that leads to betrayals, war and frankly too much strife he desires to deal with

yet in this moment, that very curse seemed to course through his veins

stupid is as stupid does, seelie prince satoru's lips part and he asks you as if enraptured in a spell "please marry me and i'll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise"

as for you... you're simply a banshee who just happened to be in this forest when you spotted an injured elf in the distance and decided to see if he'd accept your help if he didn't outright lose his mind in fear at the sight of you. you think he might have considering the words that left his mouth

it must be the blood loss talking

unfortunately for you and much to the aggravation of suguru and kento, seelie prince satoru's most trusted advisors, satoru was very much serious and fervently keeps referring to you as his future queen when you haven't even accepted the proposal

seelie prince satoru who insists you stay in his palace, at the very least until after a revel in a few moons time he wishes to throw in your honor. as thanks for treating his injuries which are still healing, might he add. anything could happen, what if a banshee needs to herald his death and one isn't around? he would also like the time to woo you over. please? just until then

seelie prince satoru who ignores the ardent whispers that it is bad luck for a banshee to be so close the prince. that insist that death fae are like roaches. surely if one appears, there will be more banshee and dullahan that follow

seelie prince satoru who coldly states that any such insult toward the woman who saved his life will find those who said them hearing the chilling cries they so fear sooner than they'd enjoy

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[huramuna]

banshee's lament - masterlist.

aemond targaryen x stark ofc minor jacaerys velaryon x stark ofc

a former ward of alicent hightower and aemond's childhood companion, shera stark, returns to king's landing after ten years. ten years after the incident at driftmark that left her and aemond permanently disfigured. after so many years apart, shera and aemond are almost strangers. almost.

@huramuna-fics - follow & turn on notifications for just my fic postings! the timeskip between driftmark and lucerys' inheritance hearing is now about ten years. there will be some major canon differences here!

content: smut, angst, fluff, disabled ofc, aemond being delulu & obsessive, major canon divergence, ofc has a service direwolf, i'm taking canon rules and putting them in a blender and taking a shot.

this will be a semi-long fic. i am not sure how long exactly, but it is my goal to make it long enough to book bind it at the end of the year. enjoy!

shera tag shera and aemond tag story playlist shera's voice claim banshee's lament art tag new valyria: modern club au

act one: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 chapter 10

posting schedule: every 2 weeks, no set day.

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[britany1997]

You Mystify Me

As a woman who loves women, this was a long time coming! I hope y’all enjoy this:):) Note: Star likes The Cranberries because I said so. (And also because I like The Cranberries lol)

Full vampire Star x Banshee female reader

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Star huffed, wrapping her shawl around herself and dragging her feet along the white sands of the beach.

She knew Paul meant well, he was basically her brother after all, but sometimes…

He’d never developed the sort of filter people seemed to have that would keep his thoughts from immediately spilling out of his mouth.

‘A ninth wheel,’ he’d called her before his sprite had snorted out of his nose while he’d laughed. The others boys had joined in with the teasing, laughing and nudging her, but she hadn’t found it very funny.

She sighed to herself. She knew they hadn’t meant anything by it, she knew they still cared about her, but it was…hard.

Hard to be the only girl in the group. Hard to be the only single one left. Hard to be a newly full vampire with everyone else so busy. It was just too much for her sometimes.

She shivered, running her hands up and down, desperate to bring back a spark of warmth. No one had told her just how cold a vampire life truly was.

She’d found a nice spot under the light of a dim moon beam and sat down, pulling out her ukulele to strum absentmindedly.

As she mulled over her confrontation with the boys, and pondered when would be the best time to head to the cave, she began to hum the tune of Sunday while she played.

You spotted her mess of curly hair from where you’d been keening behind some columns holding up the dock.

You’d seen some surfer guys throwing a party on the beach, and your instincts had told you they weren’t long for this world.

At least not with those punky looking guys staring the surfers down from the trees behind them.

After years of mourning premonitions, you’d learned to stay back. It was best not to upset the humans.

You sighed to yourself, almost disappearing into your gray mass of cloak.

Death followed you like a dog to a fox, hunting and hounding, it always caught up with you.

You wished you could touch that pretty girl, you wished you could hold her without it meaning certain doom.

It was a curse, waiting close by but never truly close. Watching the humans suffer and die. Crying your doe eyes out until they were permanently red.

Against your better judgement you let yourself become entranced by her humming. You quieted your keening and swayed to the sound, the music moving through you.

Maybe it would be ok; just to approach her, just to sit with her, just to stare at her. You wouldn’t get to close, you couldn’t.

Before you could rationalize your way off the beach, your feet seemed to move of their own volition, as if that girl was the pied piper who played only for you.

You settled down to her side, sweeping your bone white hair over your shoulder and avoiding meeting her eyes. You hoped she wouldn’t notice your unique appearance and ask too many questions.

Her humming ceased, bringing you back to reality just a bit, but not nearly enough to run away. She was even more gorgeous up close. You could hear your heart thumping, threatening to burst out of your chest.

She smiled at you, the first kind gesture anyone had offered you in so long.

Despite your better judgement, you looked up to let your red eyes bore into hers. Your gaze traced every curve and line of her face, memorializing her image in your head where you’d want to keep it as long as you could.

“I’m Star,” she told you, bangles clanging as she offered you her hand.

Your lips turned down a bit at her outstretched arm, as much as you wanted to feel her soft skin against yours, you knew you couldn’t get too attached.

“Nice to meet you,” you offered her a sympathetic smile as you pulled your coat closed, ignoring her gesture.

Star’s bright smile faltered a bit when she dropped her hand, but she quickly moved on.

“Your hair is beautiful,” she whispered, bringing a pink tinge to your cheeks.

She moved forward, reaching out to skim her fingers through your locks, but you leaned back before she got the chance.

You grimaced as she frowned a bit, falling in on herself. “I’m sorry,” she told you, moving to sit on her hands.

The sight hurt. “No no, it’s fine,” your tried to comfort her. It wasn’t her fault death followed wherever you strayed.

“I liked your playing,” you changed the subject.

She brightened like a Christmas tree, “really? I wasn’t really playing anything, just messing around.” She blushed.

You propped your head up on one hand, practically mooning over her. “No no, it was amazing,” you assured her, “best part of my night.”

“High praise from a banshee, I’ve read your singing is life-changing.”

You froze, your heart racing in your chest. How did she know? Besides the obvious markers of your appearance of course. Still, most humans were ignorant of the magical world that intertwined with theirs. Was she a scientist? A professor maybe? A hunter? Your heart leaped in fear at the thought.

Seeming to catch on, Star placed a gentle hand over yours. Your mouth gaped a bit when she dropped fang.

“Sorry to scare you, you really can’t throw a stone in Santa Carla without hitting some kind of creature, I thought you knew,” she said gently.

“I had no idea,” you explained, “what else have you seen around here?”

“Vampires of course,” she began to list, counting on her fingers, “a few werewolves here and there, a Selkie, a fairy, a dragon, harpies, nymphs, sirens…I could go on for hours.”

Your jaw dropped, “that’s incredible.”

“Santa Carla is a safe haven for the weird and wicked,” she winked, “if you want to join up with my friends, you’ll see it all.”

You beamed, awed by the realization that you weren’t alone out here.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head.

“So you’re a vampire huh?” you asked, scooting closer to Star.

“Mhmm,” she nodded.

“And…you’re immortal?” you questioned, hope rising within you.

“One of the perks,” she shrugged.

She couldn’t die. This beautiful, friendly, breathtaking girl, she would never die.

And there was nothing you could do to change that. There was no way you could doom her by intertwining your fate with hers.

You reached out, waiting for her to flinch away, but she didn’t. You let the back of your hand brush across her soft cheek.

“Eternal life becomes you,” you whispered.

She smiled softly as her hand rested over yours, stroking the back of it with her thumb. “Thank you.”

You blushed, certain your entire face was as bright red as your eyes.

“Will you play something for me?” you asked.

She giggled a bit, “all night if you want, beautiful,” she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, before moving to grasp her ukulele once more.

Warmth flooded through you, happy for the first time in decades, “I’d like that.”

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

PETER HALE | “CREEPER WOLF” (teen wolf)

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“A Different Breed” (Peter Hale x Fem!Reader)

| With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws.

| SFW, canon divergence, manipulative!peter (what’s new though really?), reader is of African and Irish descent -banshee!reader

| 1k+ words

“Y/n L/n.”

Instinctually your brows furrow at the sound of your name even as you’re still looking at the ledgers on the library table.

“Yes?” You turn towards the person, a man. Trying not to seem rude you do him the favor of not looking at him as if he’s crazy for coming up to you with your full government name in his mouth. “If you’re looking for Ms. Fields she’s in the computer lab.”

He shakes his head. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you stay stiff as you try to place if you’ve seen him before while leaning back on the table.

“Oh no,” he smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to be pleasant, “I’ve found exactly who I was looking for.”

Mhm. Part of your soul starts to ring out with danger bells but you don’t let him see that.

Planting your hands behind you on the desk you lean back some, inclining your head softly to the side, “What were you looking for me for?”

“Help.”

You nod slowly, dark fingers tapping against the edge of the table. This man doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who needs (or trusts) help from anybody, but part of your job was literally helping people so you couldn’t call bullshit just yet.

You make sure to keep your expression open.

“Cool. What can I help you with, Mr… ?”

At your light promoting it’s like a flip switches and he suddenly remembers he has to seem far less suspicious than he’s otherwise been coming off.

His face loses its tension and in response you relax the tiniest bit as well.

“Hale,” he easily answers the inquiry.

The name pings at something familiar in your head. Hale…Hale? Ah!

“As in Talia Hale?”

The man’s eyebrows go up and a cool smile takes over his face.

“Yeah actually. I’m surprised you’re old enough to remember.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. He definitely isn’t looking to make a light library request if he’s a werewolf whose purposely sought you out.

“I’m in my 20’s actually. I went to school with Derek.”

He hums, a sound that might actually be signifying a genuine moment of interest.

“You know what? I thought your name sounded familiar.” He points to you, a roguish smile stretches across sharp features. “You were the basketball team’s manager, weren’t you?”

You snort despite yourself.

Out of all the reasons he could have remembered you by - the most likely of which being that you were one of the scant few black student body that went to BHS - that it was for basketball was a pleasant enough surprise.

“Yeah, I was, actually - and since you’re not Derek I’m gonna guess you’re his uncle.”

“Yes well,” he makes a low sound and meets your eyes, “I am his uncle. Peter.” He holds out his hand.

You only have a second to eye it in contemplation before it becomes socially unacceptable, but he’s got a really intense stare and you’re already nervous about this whole thing, so you end up biting the bullet before you can really think your decision through.

Hastily, you accept his outstretched hand to shake and immediately he uses the connection to pull himself closer. It forces you to knock your head back a bit to keep looking him in the face, your own face heating up.

Peter chuckles. It’s smooth and feels just a little patronizing and makes your eyebrow raise.

Those alarm bells from earlier start kicking up a fuss, whirring through your bloodstream like a tsunami. You keep a tightly controlled lid on it, but just barely.

Even as a beta Peter Hale was dangerous.

“You gonna stare at me with those pretty eyes all day, or you gonna tell me what you need?”

The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile widens. His hand is still inhumanly warm against yours.

“Don’t knock yourself short, your eyes are pretty too.” He blinks down at you, eyes twinkling for a brief moment. “Like cognac diamonds.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Peter leans in even more, planting one of his hands next to yours on the table. Your breath speeds up as your bodies graze one another.

Casual as anything Peter leans down till your heads are level so he can whisper.

“Let’s cut the pretense, shall we, I know what you are.” Instantly you tense up again, eyes widening. Now his presence so close to you feels burning hot; nearly suffocating. Your palm is getting sweaty and your fingers are starting to creek at his tightening hold.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. His breath puffs warmth onto the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to sprout along your brown skin.

“I'm going to need to use those abilities of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You bite your lip harder after the poorly hidden shakiness in your voice meets your ears. The man - the wolf looming over you chuffs, voice going back to normal.

“Come on, Sweetheart. We both know that’s not true.” He straightens up then, his now free hand coming to press into his chest. “Let’s make this easier. I’m Peter Hale, big bad werewolf; and you’re Y/n L/n, prettiest banshee in Beacon Hills.”

“There’s other banshees in this town.”

He nods.

“Oh I know, but I’m not much into children and she wouldn’t be my type anyway. Now, you’re going to help me because teenage girls are brats.”

Your jaw works as you stare up at him. There’s not much you could even do in this situation other than go along or get your throat ripped out. You’d overheard some…things about Peter from your father the night he was admitted into the hospital that you’d rather not get a personal example of. Pack left hand, ruthless, it was good he wasn’t able to cause any more trouble.

“Fine,” you force out.

Eyes dropping, you glare daggers into the floor as he chuckles.

“Good choice.” He starts dragging you off towards one of the back rooms, “Now how advanced in your birthright are you? And who activated you?”

Your jaw clenches but you make yourself answer anyway.

“Since I graduated high school,” you glare at his back, “and not a who, a what.”

“Ah,” Peter nods and gestures for you to unlock the door. “The nemeton?”

Snatching your key ring from your pocket you shove the correct one into the hole and the second the key’s pulled back he’s knocking it open and shoving you in before him.

You stumble but quickly spin back around to keep your eyes on the werewolf.

“Yes,” you snap, “the nemeton was left defenseless and was just reacting to the only supernatural beings left, dormant or not.”

Peter locks and then leans against the door.

“Me and you,” he says, crossing his arms.

You hum an affirmative and go about shoving your rumpled clothes back into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Noted.”

He has the audacity to throw you yet another one of those roguish smiles before those angelite eyes flash a supernatural electric blue.

That thing deep within you that turns your eyes white and forces a wail from your throat when death’s near rumbles inside your chest in response. You glare at Peter, shoving it down.

“Just tell me what you want.”

He claps before pulling a brown ornate jar out from behind his back.

“I want you to tell me what memory is trapped in these,” he scowls, “the full memory.”

“No shit,” you grunt.

When you reach for the jar he puts it more out of reach and inclines his head to give you a reproachful look though. You roll your eyes, the one time a man shows some interest in you and it’s this guy.

“I get it. The full memory or you’ll rip my throat out with your teeth or whatever.”

He scoffs but hands you the jar. You start to untwist it.

“The whole throat teeth thing is much more my nephew's style. No, I like to use my claws. There’s zero need for blood in my mouth when it’s sticking to my clothes.”

You grimace. Damn v-neck wearing bastard. No stable person talked like that, he was crazy, and you say as much out loud.

“So you're crazy?”

He laughs, sounding a little startled, and you dump the five werewolf claws into your palm. Ooookay.

“I’ve got to say, I like you way more than the other banshee I know.”

You grunt.

“Martin’s daughter, right?”

“Just the one,” he drawls.

You nod vaguely while inspecting the claws, turning them over with the fingers of your free hand. They’ve got a distinct hum of magic around them still, a particular frequency.

“These are Talia’s,” you state.

“Oh you are on a roll today, Sweetheart,” his eyes run over your body appreciatively before jumping back to your face. His smirk only widens at the unimpressed look you’re giving him, “now just tell me what she took from me.”

You give him one last pinched look before closing your eyes and clamping your fist around the sharp points. You exhale and focus on the frequency.

Alphas. Head of their packs. Crimson eyes. Leaders. Wolves. Chosen protector of Beacon Hills, burned alive on its lands after years of successfully protecting it and the people within it.

Your eyes snap open. They’re white. White like snow or powdered sugar. Like your mother’s favorite blanket on the back of the couch or like the steam from the pot when you whip up some soup when you’re missing your grandma like hell. White like the froth from crashing waves, like the blur between the mother, the spirit, and the crone when they flash before mortals eyes. White like the void between life and death.

The blank image before you, as you see with different eyes, flashes into one of a black haired woman. Talia Hale. She’s standing beside a chair, a chair Peter’s sitting in. Another flash and a screaming woman is there, talking about a baby and Peter and how it’s taking her power goddamnit!

You gasp, eyes blinking back to the present and keel forward, dropping the claws to the floor in the process. You barely make out the tiny clinks of them hitting the vinyl, hands resting on bent knees as harsh breaths rush from your chest.

Peter’s suddenly there, the claws are no longer on the ground and the jar’s nowhere to be seen. He grabs your forearms and then hefts you upright, shaking you.

“What? What was it? What’d you see?”

You groan and try to shake him off but he doesn’t budge. His grip only gets tighter.

“Fuck you,” you gasp. “You’ve got a kid - a Coyote wer - somewhere here in Beacon.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll catch any typos later.

In retrospect it really is wild how little black people were in Teen Wolf. Like, off the top of my head there was only four, I think.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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[beebeetheclown]

Hey! I have an imagine request for domonic from banshees

Hi thank you for this request💕

I was obsessed with Barry’s character in this film and am happy to write about him for you though I don’t write many imagines but I hope I did this right and you enjoy it🥰

Dominic Kearney Imagine

Dominic Kearney x reader

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Living alone had its pros and cons. You liked the quiet and it was just easier in general to live alone, but if you ever planned to go out for a long period of time, you always had to find someone to look over the house and take care of the three cows you had. You didn’t trust a lot of the people around you, you worried that they’d steal something when you were away or that they would do a poor job of looking after the cows. Dominic was the only one you really seemed to trust.

He didn’t live far from you, so you thought it wouldn’t be that much of a bother to make him be the one to guard the house and cows while you were away. He was always happy to do it as it always gave him something to do; he grew bored quite often.

As the two of you got to know each other more, he would sometimes stop by your house without telling you that he was coming over. He’d knock on the door and he would have a smile on his face every time you would open it for him.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He would say. You’d let him come into the house as he would keep you company wherever you felt lonely. Sometimes, you would let him stay for dinner or while you did house work. He talked a lot, sometimes he talked so much that he would just ramble on and on and you wouldn’t even really pay attention, you’d just nod your head and act like you were listening to him.

One time, he came out to help you with the cows. He pet them and helped you feed them. He helped you name the three cows, calling them Ferguson, Penelope, and Leonard. As he was petting Ferguson a thought came up and he shared it without thinking, it was a thing he always did, he would share his thoughts out loud without thinking first,

“Have you ever thought about having one of these guys for dinner? Ferguson looks like he'd make a good burger.”

“Dominic! Bloody hell, not ever have I thought like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry. It was just a thought I had I guess. What’s for dinner anyways?”

“I don’t know, ask your father.”

“Can’t I just stay here? I’m sure you’re cooking up something better than my daddy.”

“Dominic, you have been staying for dinner for the past three days, I think it’s time you go back to your own place for dinner.”

He scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right. My daddy will probably like me to eat with him anyways. He always gets bored easily that one.” He took his hand off Ferguson and began to walk towards the gate, “Well, if you’re not having me for dinner, I guess I should be heading off then.”

“Okay, good bye Dominic.”

“Goodbye, do you think I could come by tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I have quite a lot to do.”

“I could always help you out.”

“We’ll see okay? Now you get back home.”

He nodded his head a little, “Alright, I’ll get back home, Goodbye again.”

“Goodbye.”

He began to walk back home now and you watched him leave. The truth was that you didn’t think you could bear to have another meal with him, he talked so much even when he had taken bites of his food. Dominic always had so much to say. You needed to eat dinner in silence for once. You did like Dominic, but he was just a bit much at times.

On that same day, he came back to see you just as you were cleaning up the dishes. He knocked on the door four times before he began to call your name then he knocked on the door again. He kept hollering and knocking until you had opened the door. It was a little dark out now as the sun had set, but you could still see the scars on his face. The scars were not there earlier that day.

“Dominic, what’s happened to your face?”

“My daddy didn’t really like me sayin’ that I didn’t like his cooking. I guess it made him a little angry.” He said with an awkward little giggle. “I know I wasn’t supposed to come here but I didn’t want to stay with him.”

“Come in, come in. Let me fix you up.” You put a hand on his shoulder and allowed him to step inside your small home, “Sit right at the table, I’ll clean you up.”

With your hand still on his shoulder, you guided him over to the table and pulled a chair out for him and he sat. You went to the sink and got a clean washcloth and ran it under the water before walking over to him. You sat right next to him at the table and faced him. You brought the cloth to his face and lightly dabbed where his scars were, wiping away the blood. His blue eyes watched yours the whole time you cleaned up his scars.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He said quietly, “I guess I just didn’t really know where else to go.”

“No, not at all, don’t worry about it. I am always here to help you Dominic.”

“But why?”

You lower the cloth down into your lap and smile at him, “You help me with things like taking care of my cows and looking after the house when I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell he had something else t say but for once, he was hesitant.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What is on your mind?”

“A lot of things.” He replied with a little grin, “Which would you like to know first.”

“You were hesitant about something, I could tell, what were you being so hesitant about.”

He inhaled, then let a sigh leave him, “I don’t know, you probably won’t like the idea very much.”

“Just tell me anyway.” You brought your thumb to brush over the scar that was on his cheek just below his eye.

It got quiet for a moment, “Do you think maybe I could, I don’t know, stay here for the night? My daddy is probably still angry with me for runnin’ out of the house, or he’s probably wanging himself to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the last part, Dominic wasn’t very good at keeping private information to himself.

“Oh, I don’t know-”

“I can sleep right on that couch there, I won’t be a bother to you. I promise I don’t snore, at least I don’t think I do.”

You weren’t sure if you liked the idea of him spending the night, but you also didn’t want to force him to go back home, “Alright, but just for this one night and then you go back home.”

He got excited, “Really? No one’s ever let me have a sleepover before you know? Thank you!” He leaned over and gave you a hug. You were taken back by the hug at first but them hugged him back,

“Yes, you’re welcome, but just for this one night.”

“Just for this one night.” He repeated.

He got up when the hug ended and walked over to the small couch. He immediately lied down as soon as he got on it, “It is not as comfortable as I thought.”

“Well, would you rather sleep with the smelly old cows?”

“No, no. Don’t make me sleep with the cows. Here is just fine.” He sat up again, “It would be nice to have a blanket though.”

“This is no motel you know? I am not your servant.” You teased, “But I’ll get you some blankets, I won’t make you sleep cold.” You went to get him some extra blankets you had in your bedroom and when you brought them out to him, you sat down next to him, “I don’t have many extras, I hope this is enough.”

“I think it will be enough for me, thank you. I didn’t make you take blankets off of your bed did I?”

“No, I’ve got my own, you’re alright.” He fidgeted with his sleeves then looked at you deeply without saying anything, “What is it now?” You asked softly.

The next thing he did took you by surprise as you weren’t expecting it at all. He leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a very quick kiss; it was the type of kiss little elementary school children would give each other. You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do or say.

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I’m sorry, that was silly of me wasn’t it?” He looked down at his lap then laughed a little, “I guess I’ve made a mistake haven’t I?”

You felt a little bad for him as you could tell he was embarrassed by his actions, “No, it’s okay. Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it.” The room got quiet for a moment, “I think I’ll be off to bed now.” You said.

“But it isn’t even late yet.”

You couldn’t help by lie to him, you felt a little awkward, “Yes, but I guess I’m just feeling very tired.”

“Oh, okay.” He replied, sounding a little disappointed, “Goodnight then I guess.”

“Goodnight Dominic.” You stood from the couch and when you made it a couple feet away from him he spoke again, “I didn’t make you dislike me did I?”

You turned to face him, “No, of course not Dominc. I’m fine, really. Just try and sleep now, okay?”

He nodded his head, “Okay, I will sleep now.”

When you made it back to your room, you stayed lying wide awake in your bed. You didn’t know how you felt about Dominic kissing you. You never thought of him that way, then again, you didn’t dislike feeling his lips on your lips.

Maybe you liked the kiss because you felt sorry for poor little Dominic, maybe you liked it out of sorrowness. Or maybe, you liked the kiss because you actually enjoyed it.

…

#barry keoghan #the banshees of inisherin #dominic kearney #dominic kearney x reader #barry keoghan x reader

[sehtoast]

All Smiles (Lucas Hood x Reader)

430 words | domestic fluff, ngl i've never watched banshee but i have a mild grasp on the character and i wanted to write something cute about him | Fic Directory

for @jethrowest and @homeb0ys who make sure i will never know peace by sending the thirstiest of antony starr content in the group chat <3 i love you both

He’s obsessed with you.  If you only knew…

If you only knew what it did to him to simply see you.  To have you there, bright like sunshine, illuminating his life.  The warmth of your light makes him forget.  The pain falls away, the guilt, the sorrow, the regret– everything that ever hurt.

He wonders if you even mean to be like that.  With every smile, every hug, every glint in your eye that tells him how the whole of your heart belongs to him.

Wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have.  Not from anyone, really.  Too many… bad experiences.  Too many losses.  Heartbreaks and aches.

He’s sworn on everything he’ll keep you safe.  Even from himself.

He catches you doing something so… simple.  He wasn’t supposed to be home, and you?  You thought you were being sneaky.

“Lucas!”  You squeal as he sweeps you off your feet. You've given that stolen name more meaning than it ever should've had.

You’ve always complained that he doesn’t take care of himself.  Not only that, but it’s hard for him to let you take care of him.  He doesn’t know how to accept it.  He’s had to be strong for his entire life and now? He doesn’t know how to let someone else shoulder his burdens.  Not even the stupid, silly things.

And here you were, caught red handed, replacing his old threadbare underwear with new ones.  He kicks through the torn up packaging as he spins you around, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he playfully hauls you away from your sneaky good deed.  

He’s not mad– of course not.  Why would he ever be upset about you taking care of him?

But he does toss you onto the bed and kisses you senseless.

And there it is again.  That urge to all but crawl into your skin and hide away in his home– in you.  The littlest things make him feel this way.  A cooked meal.  The sight of you coming in through the front door.  Waking up beside you.  Hell, even grocery shopping with you…

Every reminder of the life you’ve built, of the world that you two have made not just with each other, but for each other as well.  The peace, the quiet, the love.

All of the little things…

He settles on top of you and gazes down with such warmth in his heart that it feels fit to burst.  He doesn’t even realize that he’s being a little odd, staring without saying a word, until you huff a laugh and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

He’s all smiles.

He always will be with you.

#antony starr #lucas hood #lucas hood x reader #banshee #banshee cinemax

[beanz-beenz]

i need barry keoghan in a biblical sense

#barry keoghan #saltburn #oliver quick #marvels eternals #druig eternals #mammal 2016 #joe mammal #calm with horses #the banshees of inisherin #dominic kearney #oliver quick x reader #druig x reader

[jethrowest]

… i’ve been dead and i wanna come out

- afraid by sarah fimm

Hood, with you, trying to live a slower-paced, easier life. How he deals with it. How you both do. How you love each other and express it.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mental struggle/anguish, mentions of trauma, hurt/comfort, angsty sex. 18+

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He hides among the hollow of your breast, whimpering into it like a wounded dog. You smooth your hands down the muscles lining his spine, soothing him with repetitive motion. “It’s okay. You’re safe here. Fall into me. I’ve already caught you. There you go…”

He nuzzles against you, tears seeping into the burn of his cheeks. He draws you so close to him, squeezing your back like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his yearning for a simpler life, like you’ll stay behind and be consumed by the flames of his past.

“I’m so proud of you,” you continue, kissing the top of his head, your lips brushed by the concentrated points of his buzz cut. “You’re a good man. A good man. And I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything.” You grip his face and lift him up. Knotted brow, dried tears, wet lashes. A fresh one rolls into the angle of your thumb, stroking along his ignited skin.

He slackens his jaw and stares deeply into your eyes. He hates coming undone like this. His heart beats rapidly in his ears.

Releasing you, he gathers the shirt you’re wearing- his shirt- and hastily removes it. You sit naked upon the counter, your hair messy from the fabric pulling it upward. His mouth opens briefly, taking you all in before drawing you into a desperate kiss. He moves harshly against you, squeezing his eyes shut and scooting you toward the edge.

You taste his salt on your tongue. Experiencing it fully, his hands on your aching hips- aching from his intense emotions forging a home within you, becoming yours as well- makes you cry with him. Quietly, softly.

This is what he does. Breaks others down. Destroys. Why should you be any different?

He decides, suddenly, that he needs to be inside you. His thumb strokes your clit and you moan into his mouth. He twitches in his sweat pants, his need for a distraction, to pour all that he has somewhere else, making him throb uncomfortably.

When he’s sure you’re aroused enough, he hooks his fingers beneath you and you simultaneously wrap your limbs around him as he carries you to the bedroom.

He’s so warm, a sharp transition from the constant chill of the kitchen’s countertop. You wonder what’s brought this on, but you don’t question him. You’re both in survival mode, even when it comes to what others might deem simple. As commonplace.

When things settle and relax, neither of you are able to follow that pace. You’re never fully at ease.

But it’s all you want. It’s all you can think about. It makes you tense further. You should be able to move like everyone else. You shouldn’t be stuck. But you are.

You unravel together. Somehow, somehow. Two irreparably damaged people discover ways to fit their broken pieces together. Find solace among your individual suffering.

Despite his evident impatience, you are placed upon the tangled sheets with care and consideration. You can’t help but search his tender yet violence-ridden expression, caress his hard cheekbones, taut jawline. He slides out of his loungewear and positions himself in front of your parted center. You’re open to him. More than you’ve ever been with anyone, including yourself.

You both gasp when he enters you, your lower half pulling him as close to you as possible. His hands are on either side of your head, and for what feels like an eternity, he can’t look at or touch you. He simply loses himself inside your heat; your inviting, comforting body, swallowing thickly as he increases his rhythm.

He loves you so much. Why does that lead him to dragging you into his impossible, opaque depths? Why won’t he release you to the light? Why does he keep you here, trapped within his pain? Surrounded by yours as well?

Why won’t he release you?

With a strangled groan, a sound that causes your concern for him to rise along with the stimulating sensations he provides- a sound that twists and wrings your insides out like a wet rag- he holds your hips down, thumbs digging into your vulnerable flesh. He’s too fast now, all-at-once. Skin slapping skin, raw, unyielding

You should be free. He should set you free. But he forces you deeper into his chaos, into him. He forces you to believe you’ll be in a better place some day. You’ll be happy.

You’re starting to hurt. It’s not what it might have began as.

Again, you take his face in your hands, trying to get him to look at you, to focus, and you squeeze. “Slow… slow down, honey, please, I’m not… going anywhere…”

Hot tears collect in the corners of your eyes. But he slows. For a few seconds, it doesn’t seem like he will. Like he’s too far gone.

You wish you could read his thoughts. What he’s truly reacting to, reaching for. Is being here enough?

Past the blood roaring in his ears, he is able to hear you. Attuned to the slightest of your shifts. He falls into you like you told him he could. He shudders from the sobs that suddenly overtake him. And he affixes himself to you, still inside. You keep him there. You don’t move away from his firm, distraught embrace.

You tip your head back as far as it will go. You pulsate, unsure of what will happen next. You know he doesn’t want to hurt you. You know he endures enough as it is. You know this is a break, a flood; that this is something you can mend and love as if it’s yours.

He’s held your burdens just as close to his own chest.

Your fingers flow across his back, like before. You pause when you return to the tops of his shoulders. You soak him up, gather him to you. Let him do what he needs to.

Finally, he lifts himself. His movements are uncertain, but they encompass a specific kind of strength. His breaths are hot, panting against your neck. You feel his tears seep into your skin. What previously formed in your eyes also escapes, moisture eventually disappearing back inside you.

His gaze is heavy when it meets yours.

He wants to speak, you can tell. You’re in no hurry, no rush. So you stare at each other, feeling him gradually calm, his heart beat a steadier rhythm.

Your throat is dry, nearly closing. He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your jaw; your lips. His tears stick to you.

“You,” his voice wavers. “You looked so peaceful.” A small, watery smile flickers over his mouth. “You made me breakfast.”

You laugh gently, a little strained from the amount of emotions that tore through you these last few minutes.

“I promise I didn’t burn it.”

He laughs now, tickling the tepid tips of your features.

“I didn’t mean… I-” You press your index to his lips, tilting your head. He exhales, smile fading into a sincerity you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He grasps your wrist and rests your open palm to the curve of his cheek.

“No apologies. Just… show me how grateful you are. Who knows. Might earn you a lifetime supply of breakfasts.”

His mouth twinges, floating between a perplexed and hopeful grin.

Hopeful, he realizes.

“We’ll, uhhh…” he rasps, clearing his throat, “-be here all day if I show you how grateful I am. Won’t even get to enjoy the meal you cooked.”

You smile, the mood change a slow burn as opposed to a devastating burst of flames. Your fingertips are gentle but firm at the nape of his neck. You pull him in for a sweet, lingering kiss. He still tastes like salt.

The hands that hold you no longer dismantle. They might tear and rip at the smallest sign of normalcy. But they won’t bleed you out in the process.

You can bleed together. It won’t kill you anymore.

You choose to live.

Starting with breakfast.

#lucas hood #lucas hood x reader #banshee #antony starr #my writing #i’ve been dead and i wanna come out #i’m literally shaking as i post this #i’m honestly so glad my brain let me release this demon #i hope you find solace within this like i did #i need hood to eventually be comfortable dammit!! #oneshot

[scary-lasagna]

Hi Kitty! I was wondering how the proxies would react if their s/o went MIA on a mission? How would they react if they ever came back? Or what if they didn’t…? Anyway, hope you’re doing good! Remember to drink water and take breaks when you need them!!

Masky

When looking into himself for an answer, he would only meet himself with the realization of the harsh reality of this life.

He knows you're dead. He's seen the unsurvivable horror firsthand. The blood, the gore, the turning people inside out.

It's a terrible way to mourn over your lover knowing that they would be meeting the same fate.

Others will insist on looking for them, but he will decline rather harshly.

Masky would rather not have your death rubbed in his face with false hope that you might still be out there.

Slender forcefully made him stay home to rest, despite Masky's efforts of wanting to immediately go back to work.

And on that week off, he stared at the ceiling. He stared at the picture of you he keeps in his wallet.

He stared into the void of your whispers that didn't talk back.

Hoodie

Brian is a huge family guy. He seeks out relationships, whether they're romantic or platonic.

So when Slender privately pulled him aside and told him the news, he went into a bit of shock. Hoodie didn't even attempt to fight for control in that moment.

It was quiet in his head for the first time in a lot of years.

He didn't hear anything of what Slender said after that. And somehow he made his way to his room to recuperate.

Slowly, the grief turned into anger. Anger towards the situation, anger toward you, anger toward Slender, anger toward his friends.

He wasn't the same person, and he hasn't smiled since.

But he won't give up. Every minute of his waking day is dedicated into finding you again. And he's not going to stop before he either meets the same fate as you or Slender physically restrains him.

Toby

Toby, the sweet boy, is absolutely heart broken.

He doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He spends hours talking with Slender for any possible way they can locate you again, even if it was just your corpse.

A proper burial would be respectful of your memory and the love you showed toward everyone.

While depressed, Toby tries his best to have hope and stay positive, even as the years dwindle on.

He hopes that one morning he'll find you eating breakfast as if nothing happened.

He hopes you two can cuddle and watch that terrible movie that he hates but watches it with you because he loves spending time with you.

He hopes he can exact his revenge one day, after he locates the culprit.

He hopes that Lyra is taking good care of you where ever you may be in the afterlife.

#little knowest to toby lyra is a banshee but shhh dont tell him that #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #creepypasta imagine #toby #masky #hoodie #masky x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #brian x reader #hoodie x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers x reader

[dickarchivist]

Hello, dear Archivist! I'm sliding into your asks with a fic request. Having read your NSFW Alphabet for Grave Squad (and nearly perished of thirst), I would love to request a fic for Banshee x reader, using this prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

No pressure, and no rush! Thank you so much for creating such a simp-worthy batch of OCs 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask @dystopicjumpsuit! And for Banshee too, I am honored 🥺

"In The Palm of His Hand"

Clone OC Banshee × fem!Reader (civilian medic)

Word count: 2175

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Summary: After a very provocative dream about Grave Squad's silent member, you can't get it out of your head. You wonder, what would happen if you told him?

Contents and Warnings: brief mention of a battle and some ear trauma, brief mention of blood, fantasizing, sex dreams, fingerings, hand job, oral (reader recieving), biting/marking, the hint of a skirt kink, Banshee taking his time with you

Author Notes: Banshee doesn't speak very often, and uses hand signs. All his hand signs will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word. He is selectively mute, and portrayed as hard of hearing.

"Ban..." your breathing hitches, whining as you cling to Banshee's broad shoulders, feeling his big hands all over your body. Curious fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, touching your bare tummy. His sleepy eyes lock to yours, he cups your breast in one hand, rolling his thumb around your nipple, "Ban... please." His other roams lower, gliding over your panties with slight pressure. Banshee sits you down on his knee and you rut against the plastoid armor, trembling at the cold against your thighs.

You're up against his chest, you can feel his breath on your lips as he leans his head down to-- your alarm blares in your ear and you sit up with a jolt, your own hands where Banshee's hand been. "Oh for kriff's sake..."

This wasn't the first dream you'd had with Banshee being the star. Ever since you'd met him, there was a pull between you. In his silence, you'd never felt more seen or heard. Seeing him with his brothers, he was more lively than on his own, and the first time you heard him speak was to a child. One simple word, and it made you melt. "Vod'ika!" Said with such enthusiasm as he lifted the young padawan and gave her a bone crushing hug. You wondered then, for the first time, how it would feel to be in his arms.

The second time you heard him speak was after a nasty battle had rendered much of his Squad incapacitated. His ears were bleeding, eyes closed, looking almost peaceful if it hadn't of been for the injuries. There was another cut along his throat, no doubt it would become a new scar, another story.

When you removed his ear phones, he screamed in pain at a decibel so inhuman it made you cover your own ears. It frightened you. Not because of the blood, but because you'd never heard him so loud before. His eyes opened, and in a stark contrast from the scream he'd just delivered, the feather light whisper of "Help..." made you want to take care of him for as long as you could.

He hasn't spoken since then, not with words. After fending off a rather terrible pick up line from his brother, Phantom, you learned that Banshee spoke mostly in sign. You knew a bit already, so it wasn't hard to get your hands on the material and start to work on it. Banshee smiled at you when you signed to him the first time, his hands moving enthusiastically to try and carry the conversation.

You apologized, signing that you don't know many fish yet, but you are turning the speeder. His laugh, soft as velvet, made your knees knock together. He thanked you for trying, and signed to you, much slower, that you can speak to him instead. It's been months since then, and you're comfortable with doing both simultaneously now, just in case you make a mistake with your hands.

But now, with last night's fantasy running through your mind, you find your hands fidgety for very different reasons. Banshee's in a quiet room in the GAR library when you finally find him. He's seated with his back to the door, books and data pads stacked in front of him. You notice there's nothing new written or drawn on his head today, leaving it a clean slate for others to write or draw on. You once snuck a heart next to the tattooed one near his temple, and quickly drawing a flower to say that was all you had added.

You stare at Banshee's back, toying with the hem of your top, wondering if telling him your feelings is the right thing to do. You figure he can't hear you anyhow, so you start to speak...

“I had this dream and - kriff - you couldn’t keep your hands off me," when he doesn't turn around, you keep going, "We were in my flat, I'd just gotten home, and you were there. You kissed my neck, and started feeling me up..." still without response from Banshee, you continue, "You played with my breasts, rolling your thumb over my nipple as you put me over your knee... I wish you'd touch me like that, I wish we could be more than just... whatever this is. But I'm too anxious to even say it to your face so you can read my lips, so that's for nothing, I guess."

You're about to high tail and leave when he straightens up from his seated position. There's the flutter of a page, then the soft thud of a book being closed. Banshee turns around in his chair, a sleepy eyed smirk on his face. Blush blooms across your face as his hands move.

I can hear you.

"Oh kriff..."

That quiet chuckle makes you weak in the knees, and you feel yourself braced against the door for support as he stands and walks closer to you. It's hard to take your eyes off his face, but his hands are moving again, and you look down to watch him speak.

Do you want me to touch you like that now?

"N-now?" Granted, you were in a private room, but that boldness wasn't something you expected from Banshee who always seemed to keep to himself. You nod, biting your lip and looking at his hands... he was even in his armor, just like in your dreams.

Banshee chuckles again, sinking you further down the door. He catches you before you hit the floor and helps guide you to the chair he'd been in moments before. Kneeling in front of you, Banshee cups your cheek before pulling back to sign.

Maybe you're not ready for this right now. This is a library, can you keep quiet?

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. Kriff, he's serious about this... with another nod, you scoot to the edge of the chair, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

He smirks, then handles you with his large hands, having you rise only to place you back on his knee. Your skirt flairs over his thigh, and you feel the cool plastoid against your bare skin. You know you're wet already, but hearing yourself squish against his armor makes you shudder and hold his arm for support. Banshee sighs softly, looking down at you with a dreamlike look on his face. He uses one hand to sign, you know this one, and you giggle as his hand goes over his face to collect under his chin.

Pretty.

You rut against him, blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders further. Banshee's hands start to work you, thumbs pressing into your hips and pulling a light moan from your lips. Goosebumps cover your skin, and you feel your nipples hardening against your top. Banshee moves one hand up from your waist to knead your breast. His gloved hand rolls your pebbled nipple between his index and thumb, and you stifle a cry of pleasure. It was much more, being in his hands, than you thought it would be.

"Shhh," a soft hush hisses from his lips before they close on your neck. You gasp and roll your hips into him, a hand rubbing across his short hair. Your thighs clenched around his again, "Ban, please keep going..."

He sucks a dark hickey into your skin while his hands continue to explore your body. He squeezes your ass in one hand, the other still toying with your breast as his mouth leaved marks across your neck. You pull your shirt off yourself, and immediately his mouth moves to your other breast. You moan again, feeling your slick arousal down your thighs, knowing your panties as soaked through. Your voice comes in a desperate whisper, heart thudding in your chest as you grind on his leg, "Ban, please, more... I need more..."

His eyes meet yours, and you feel yourself throb for him. He ghosts his lips across yours, not quite a kiss, more to share in your breathing. The hand on your ass slinks further down and you feel his thick fingers press against your entrance. As a cry threatens to come, Banshee collects your lips in a kiss to silence you.

His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you invite him in, deepening the kiss as fingers rub your entrance with delicious pressure. You try to press his fingers into you, angling backward and rolling your hips, but Banshee doesn't want to give you what you want just yet. His breathy laugh warms the skin of your neck as his hand slips away from your entrance. You whine slightly, "Tease, not fair..."

As you pout, continuing to rock yourself on his thigh, he signs to you again.

Says the woman who gave her desires to my back.

His grin is was even more teasing than his hand had been.

Get up. Lean over the table.

You swallow thickly and do as you're told. You flip your skirt up, exposing your backside to him and swaying slightly. After he takes off his gloves, he grabs you again, fingers running through your folds, spreading slick through them. You cover your mouth when he stays playing with your clit, legs trembling already. "Ban..."

You heard the clatter of plastoid on the floor behind you, but not how you had expected. Banshee had gotten under the table, his face close to your folds. You can feel his breath on your slick thighs, and as two fingers begin to stroke and tease your entrance again, his mouth is upon you.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes long flat tongued licks through your wet folds, slow and deliberate. Savoring your taste. You could hear the satisfaction in the quiet hum that rumbled through your clit as he sucked at you. It took a lot of control to keep from getting too loud, but you'd had a little practice in not being heard. Stifling yourself, just as you are now, when the thoughts of Banshee overwhelmed you and you had to touch yourself before you could make it home.

You're snapped back as new pleasure burns through you. The slow play at your clit finally being accompanied by two thick fingers stretching your entrance. Your voice rises just a bit, but you slap a hand over your mouth before he can pull away to make you quiet down. It works, for now, a brief pause in his work, but Banshee doesn't leave you wanting for long. His fingers course in and out of your warm walls, you clench around them rocking yourself into his mouth and hand.

His other hand has been absent from you, and you wonder if he's stroking himself while pleasing you... you decide the thought isn't enough. "Banshee... I-- ah-- I want you..."

"Hm?" His hum vibrates your clit and you gasp again. You know he heard you, and that he's trying to tease you. Clever man he is.

"I want you, please, f-fill me up and--" you grip the edge of the table, a silent cry coming from you as Banshee pushes his fingers deeper inside. You feel your own slick dripping down your thighs at the sudden depth of his hand.

You lay your head on the table, feeling his pace quicken inside you, his mouth on your clit near torturous how he swirled it around his tongue, sucking and flicking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. As quiet as you had managed to be, Banshee still got a scream from you as you came around his fingers.

Banshee moves swiftly, turning you around to face him as he leans over you on the table. His armor hadn't been removed, much to your dismay and fantasy. In his hand, fingers still so deep within, you pant and clench around him again. He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. When Banshee slowly slides his hand from you, he parts his lips from yours with a smile, allowing you the moan at full volume.

You watch him, waiting for him to sign to you, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your climax. Banshee holds your gaze as he licks his hand clean of your slick, then pulls his gloves back on.

Next time.

You swallow thick as he helps you back into your top, hands ghosting your body. You pull him to you for a kiss, lingering on his lips, "Next time what?"

That velvet laugh of his, kriff you swear you could go again this second if he'd let you. He guides your hand up to his face, kissing your palm before setting it against his cheek. Banshee leans close to you, whispering in your ear, "I'll give you all of me, but not now."

You feel yourself tighten at the thought, a moan and shiver escaping you, "Banshee..."

He's off you again, retrieving your panties and then kneeling before you to help you back into them. Just to tease you, he licks your thigh with a cocky smirk, then stands.

Next time, Cyare. But not at work.

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﹑%# ☆﹒LEARNING THEIR WAYS﹗💭 ⠀ ꒰ neteyam. s x male! metkayina reader ꒱

YOU SIGHED, LOOKING towards neteyam who was currently getting splashed with water by his ilu. "great mother." you muttered, rolling your eyes, tired of neteyam's countless failed attempts on trying to make his ilu kiss him on his cheek. 

"neteyam, ilu's are very sensitive creatures, they can get scared easily. so i suggest you step back and leave your ilu alone before she drowns you." you glanced at the boy who stared at you with wide eyes when you said that his ilu might drown him. 

he looked back at his ilu before taking a step back, "damn" he muttered as he sucked the inside of his cheeks, "alright." he nodded, still stepping back. a smile was brought up on your face, almost chuckling because of his act, but it vanished away when neteyam shouted.

"y/n! i wanna show you something." he yelled out of no-were, jogging towards you in the water, he took your hand in his as you both walked out of the water. he then started running with you following him with confusion bubbling inside you.

"where we are going?" you asked, slightly panting to which he looked back, just to give a small smile before he looked in front of him. your breathing became uneasy as you suddenly stopped to catch your breath, you may be fast in the water but on the ground, you were totally useless.  

you squinted your eyes and placed your hand on your hip, still breathing heavily as you scrunched your nose. looking up as neteyam once again yelled, "come on y/n! don't stop" he tried to encourage you.

you rolled your eyes, a heavy sigh left your mouth, "coming!" you chocked out a reply as you ran towards him. your lungs burning as you kept running with neteyam, his speed was something you could never catch up to. and you doubted that you would reach the so called 'destination' without fainting. 

but surprisingly, you reached without falling unconscious. "look!" neteyam said, pointing towards his banshee as it hissed at you, causing you to lower your ears. 'why would he take me to his banshee?' you thought, looking at neteyam for answers.

the large, dragon-like predator came forwards as you backed away, scared because of its aggressive nature. neteyam chuckled, "don't worry, he won't do anything." he said, calming you down but you still had your guard up just in case the banshee tries to attack you.

"y/n, meet my banshee." he introduced his 'pet' to you as you raised a brow, "i'm gonna teach you how to ride one." he finally said as you looked at him with disbelief, "it is our duty to help you teach our ways, we don't have to learn your ways, neteyam." you sternly said, looking away, gulping.

you weren't scared, no. you knew how to ride a flying breed, your father had thought you how to ride a skimwing at a very young age as you were going to be the next clan leader, so you were good at flying.

"awh, is y/n scared?" neteyam teased you knowing that you would do anything to prove him wrong. you looked at him with slight wide eyes as you hesitantly took a breath, "fine. you want me ride that thing?" you asked, grinding your teeth. "let's do it." you tsked, walking towards the banshee. 

you jumped onto its back, while almost getting trashed away, you gently made the bond with it as it started to shake you around, feeling scared of the unfamiliar bond. (ik this can't happen but just imagine for the sake of this story.) but you kept your hold on it, slowly patting it to calm it down which did in fact work as it started to calm down, slowly leaning into your touch.

neteyam, who was on the ground looked at you with wide eyes, he took more than one hour to make a bond with his banshee as he kept falling off from its back and an aquatic na'vi made a bond with it in just a short period of time? 

"unbelievable." neteyam muttered under his breath, not believing the sight in front of him but was proud of y/n, nonetheless. he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth, "good job, y/n!" he shouted, showing you a thumps up as you nodded in acknowledgment.

and with that, the banshee took off. you gasped, panic started to bloom in you, sure you had experience with flying but it was your first time going up into the sky, above the clouds, where you could feel the gentle breeze sway away. 

it was all new to you,

you gulped, trying not to look down and kept your eyes closed. neteyam's banshee hissed once again, causing you to hesitantly open your eyes, you looked around, mesmerized by the beauty of the sky. "woah.." you muttered before you grinned, "woo-hoo!" you yelled, throwing your hands up in the sky but it quickly went down to hold the banshee as you felt like you would fall down any minute.

you slowly looked down to see neteyam wave at you with a smile, his figure looked so small making you laugh, you were enjoying this. really enjoying.

you let your head fall back as you closed your eyes once again, not because of the frightness which was consuming you before but to feel the air softly hit your face. 

but you loved it.

hii,, this is a chapter from my fanfic in wattpad ;; HAPPY NEVER AFTER so please do not come at me saying that i 'stole' this from @/TREEH0USE_ when that author is me myself and i.

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