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persefolli · 1 year

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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“We can have her take the team east next time, maybe the ground will be better.” Jake looked at the table pointing at a map. The three of you had just led a successful battle against the RDA, picking up more medical supplies and equipment that the Omaticaya could use.

You stood outside of the tree, wiping your face clear of tears. One glance at your thigh, and you winced seeing the large bruise that had formed. You had been shot, not by a normal gun, but a tracker, and it was only now affecting you.

“If you are hit with this, you are marked for death!” You remember Jake yelling.

Telling them would only lead to more trouble, maybe even anger. You couldn't stomach both your lovers being angry, nor blaming you for the battle that just occurred. Jake had already given you a lecture earlier about your performance with the sky team, and you could only take so much.

The only option was to leave. Get far away from hometree and the forest to make sure no more Omaticaya were injured. Jake had made his amends with Eywa and the people, now it was your turn.

You silently walked into the room, smelling the fresh aroma of stew that was cooking. As much as you would’ve liked to sit and eat with your lovers for the last time, you couldn’t. You avoided eye contact with the both of them, hoping they wouldn't notice you.

“Hey babe how ya feelin?” Jake greeted. But you ignored him, walking right past him and climbing up a few branches to get to your hammock. Jake looked at Tonowari, and he shrugged. “Well dinner is ready…if you…” He trailed off knowing that you weren’t gonna turn around.

“She may be tired.” Tonowari suggested. Jake nodded. It was a hard day for the three of you, and he was being a hardass earlier. Normally, he would pester you, but this time he knew it would be best to leave you until morning. A good night's sleep could fix anything.

You laid in your hammock with your back towards the other empty ones, eyes wide open, waiting on the two of them to come along. Hours passed before Tonowari bed himself, then soon after Jake came along. You listened to their soft shuffles and their breathing patterns as they attempted to get comfortable without waking you.

More time passed and you finally heard snoring, meaning that they were asleep. You climbed out of your hammock and snuck downstairs, grabbing a small satchel and packing knives, food, and medical supplies you would need. You bunched up a lot of blankets and placed them into your hammock, hoping it would give you more running time. You cried as you packed up your bag, knowing that this is how you would leave them. And if they did see you again, you would be long gone.

You looked around one more time, at the home you created with your two lovers, and sighed.

One last thing.

You grabbed a spare sheet of paper and wrote on it.

Protect the People.

It didn't take much to sneak from the home tree and get through the village unnoticed. The hour was late, and it was rare for any threats, human or creature to come around at this time. You made your way to the nearby mountain where the Ikrans rested when they wanted to be alone. You spotted yours, laying on a rock and waiting as if she was expecting you.

“We gotta go sweets.” You ran your hand along her snout.

Climbing on, you connected your tail to your Ikran and hooted, flying away and leaving your home behind.

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Tonowari stirred awake, shooting straight from his hammock having had a dream concerning you. He looked over at your sleeping figure, immediately sighing seeing that you were safe and sound near them. But something was off. He sat still, attempting to focus his eyes so he could see your shoulders rise as you slept, but you didn't move. He climbed out his hammock and ran over to yours, pulling back the large blanket and seeing a bundle of others falling to the ground.

“Jake!” He yelled.

Jake jerked from his hammock and groaned. He looked over at his friend, before trailing his eyes to the ground where the bundle of blankets rested. “Y/n!” He called out, climbing out the hammock and walking downstairs. He'd hope to see you in the kitchen making food, but the room was almost cleaned out of your belongings. Jake now woke up, realizing the severity of the situation.

“Wari, where is she?!”

“I don't know.” He came walking down the stairs, equally shocked at the empty room.

Jake spotted the white folded paper on the table, quickly rushing over and picking it up. “Protect the people?” He muttered.

Tonowari began suiting up, throwing his belt around his waist and grabbing his own satchel. “I'm going!” He began walking out the room, leaving Jake behind.

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The sun had begun to rise, and your thigh was killing you. Every once in a while a sharp pain would pulse throughout your leg, causing you and your Ikran to jerk to the side, screaming out loud. The pain became too much, and you had to land.

“I'm okay. I'm okay.” You reassured yourself. You scooted against the tree and took a look at your thigh, seeing the skin was now raised and the bruising had begun to spread. “No!” You slammed your head against the tree bark, knowing what you had to do.

“Look away.” You hissed at your Ikran.

You grabbed your satchel and dug through it until you found a knife, a circular one used for wood carving. You poked your finger at the tip, drawing a bit of blood from the sharpness. You gulped, and took the handle of your satchel, biting down on the leather band and clenching. A fear tears slipped from your eyes. You were scared, afraid of the pain, the infection, or death that would come after.

Your hands shook as you took the blade in your hand, inching it closer to your thigh. “Come on.” You coaxed yourself. “Come on!” You sucked in a breath and plunged the knife into your thigh, screaming as you pushed the blade deep into your flesh. Blood began spurting out, leaking down the tree branch you sat on. “Fuck!” You gritted, finally hitting the metal object with the tip of the blade. “A little more. A little more.” You coaxed yourself. Here comes the worst part.

You twisted the knife, hooking the blade into your muscle surrounding the object, and pulled outwards, slicing your leg even more. You screamed out loud, dropping the satchel and clenching in shock. Your leg throbbed, and your hand began to slip from the handle of the knife. Your wound stretched the more you pulled the knife. “EYWA HELP ME, Help me!” You screamed once more before the knife and pill-like object left your leg.

You dropped the knife immediately, looking at the tracker with hazy eyes as you began to lose consciousness. You raised your hand, seeing that it was no longer blue as blood coated your hand and forearm. You blinked once. Twice. Gone.

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Jake's eyes searched frantically, looking all through the forest for you. They passed through territories of different clans and regions looking for you.

“I think we're close.” Tonowari called out.

Jake nodded, feeling you, and smelling you getting closer. “Dive!” He yelled out, immediately banking downwards to get a better sense of where you were. Tonowari dived as well, dropping below the tree line to get closer to the ground. “Jake!” He yelled.

Jake flew to his friend, seeing that he had landed and perched his Ikran. “I smell her. But I also smell blood.”

Jake's face went pale and he nodded.

“Don't panic. It might not be hers.” Tonowari attempted to stay optimistic.

The two of them suited up, grabbing their bows and spears and began walking through the forest. “Y/n!” They both called out, hoping they would hear you somehow. In the distance they heard a screeching. Your Ikran.

They began running forward, not caring whether or not they left each other behind or not. They finally broke into an opening, where your Ikran sat perched on a rock, screaming up into the air. It spotted the two na’vi, and nodded its head over.

“No.”

The sight was gorey, you slumped over on a tree branch unconscious with blood everywhere. Tonowari dropped his spear and ran over, snatching you up and holding you in his arms. “Hey! Hey! Get up! Hey!”

You heard the muffled sounds of their yelling, but couldn't find the strength to get up.

“Move! Move!” You heard Jake shuffling around. “Stay with us, you hear me? Don't you fucking dare!”

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Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw nothing but the sky, with trees surrounding you. Slowly, your hand trailed down to your thigh, where you hissed feeling a large gauze in place of your wound. “We stitched you up.” You heard a familiar voice. Your eyes snapped to the side and you saw Tonowari, sitting right next to you with his hand wrapped in yours.

“Oh Y/n.” He pulled you up, and startled you with a passionate kiss. You said nothing, but kissed him back, running your spare hand up his arm. “Do you know how badly you scared us!” He scolded.

You looked to the other side and saw Jake holding the tracker in his hand, inspecting it closely as it beeped in his hand. His eyes trailed to look at you, wrinkles dissipating as his expression softened. He threw the tracker down and stepped on it, breaking the item as he walked over to you.

“How did you find me?”

Jake grabbed his tail and held it up, “We are bonded for life, we will always find you.”

You sighed, feeling the tensity.

“Why did you leave?” He asked.

“To protect you guys, and the people.” You admitted. “I wasn't going to be the reason everyone got killed.”

“That's our job!” Tonowari hissed. “We protect you! We protect the people! Not abandon them when needed most.”

“I was shot!” You yelled back. “I was hit with a tracker two missions ago.” You silently said. The two men fell silent as you began crying. “I didn't think…I didn't think it meant anything until you said that the other clan got attacked, then the two of you….” You looked at their scar filled arms and choked. “I'm the only explanation for the latest attack. I had to leave before they found us for real.”

Jake wiped the tears from your face and muttered. “It's not your fault. It's not on you sweetheart. Look at me.” He pulled you to face him instead of Tonowari. “I betrayed the RDA over a decade ago. Whatever they wanted, it was me, even without the tracker, they would've come.”

Tonowari ran his hand along your forehead. “The issue comes from you running away. Have we neglected you so that you ran to the forest and nearly killed yourself?” He huffed.

You shook your head. “No…no Wari the two of you….I just didn't want you two to be angry.”

“Angry.” Jake scoffed. “You could've marched in the village with hundreds of RDA soldiers behind you and we would still be deeply in love with you.”

You looked at Tonowari who nodded, holding back tears of his own. “I would rather deal with you working for the enemy than find you in the forest half dead like this.” Tonowari said.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize sweetheart.” Tonowari pulled you into his chest and rocked you, placing a kiss on your head.

“You lost a lot of blood but we stitched you up as best as we can.” Jake said. “We're gonna get you home, get you fixed right on up.”

You sniffled and nodded, turning back so you could lay flat on the ground. “You're okay Y/n.” Jake placed his hand on your stomach.

“You'll be just alright.”

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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RICKYL X READER HEADCANONS/SITUATIONS <3

(sfw and nsfw)

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౨ৎ They love spoiling you. Any way they can really. They love bringing you fun goodies back from supply runs. Clothes that they want to see you in. That you always make sure to wear the next day to show off your appreciation. Books and snacks they know you’ll enjoy. They always love seeing the way your eyes light up when they get back with a gift and how you always give them each a big thank you hug and a kiss before running off to your hammock to read the new book in a day and a half.

౨ৎ Even though the boys always look for pretty clothes and bring you back bags and bags full, you still are always wearing their stuff. Daryl’s hoodie was a clear favourite. And Ricks sweatpants were just so cozy, you couldn’t even help yourself. To bed, you loved to wear one of Ricks button ups, falling off your shoulder and long enough that it hid your cheeky panties. Layering up with one of Daryl’s flannels while you’re out on watch or a run. As long as it smelled like one of them, you were wearing it.

౨ৎ You truly love their company. Even in it’s most simple form. The three of you out on the back deck, sitting on the patio furniture, and enjoying the warm summer evenings. Your legs thrown over Ricks lap as you lay in between Daryl’s. All cozied up with a book, and your head against his chest. Listening to his slow and rhythmic breaths. Ricks fingers trailing up and down your soft skin as he read over his own notes, intricate construction plans for the new apartment complex they need to build. Since Alexandria keeps growing at such a fast rate. He would be focused so intently on the drawings, yet still pausing to squeeze your feet and make you giggle. His touch always sending goosebumps up your legs. And Daryl would be passed out, with his head against the back of the couch, and an arm draped around your waist, pulling you in close. The cutest little snores escaping him as the sun continues to set for the night.

౨ৎ The boys have a lot of pressure on their shoulders. And you love that they’re such amazing leaders. Such hard workers. But you also loved to take their minds off things every once in a while. Make them feel good. Make them laugh and smile and roll their eyes. Just hearing you giggle could make them forget about life, even just for the moment. And you loved being able to do that for them. To be their escape. So you made sure to make an effort at it. Always messing around, whipping a towel at Daryl while doing the dishes, just to get him all riled up, chasing you around the kitchen island as you both laughed, trying so hard not to slip on the tile. Inviting Rick for a shower, every single morning, even when he was running crazy late. Knowing how much he loves when you let him suds you up, pressing sweet kisses to your face and neck. You’d sit on the counter while he towels off between your legs, combing his hair. Always noticing the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that even mattered.

౨ৎ When you’re really bored and you can’t sleep cause it’s way too hot, you’d wake them up and pull them both out of bed to skinny dip in the pond. It was crazy. Outside of the walls, dangerous and cold. But they’d come anyway, because they love the way you drag them both behind you. The way you want them with you. Doing anything and everything. Splashing them both when they refused to come in any deeper, and quickly running further into the water as they chase after you with a playful anger in their eyes.

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౨ৎ You all sleep in the same bed. Most nights anyway. And all of you liked when you were in the middle. Where you could feel the attention from them both on either side of you. They love to wake you up with slow and sensual kisses on your neck, both of their fingers trailing down to your panties and playing with the waistband. Their touch tickling as you start to stir. A quiet whine leaving your lips as your hand goes between your legs. Even subconsciously, your body always reacts to them. And the boys would keep glancing at eachother, licking their lips and silently agreeing on how they want to wake you up. And when you’d open your eyes with a gasp, to the feeling of Rick sucking on your clit, they would both chuckle against your skin. “Mornin’ sunshine,” Daryl would mumble into your hip, your hands quickly tangling in both of their hair as your head presses back even further into the pillow. “Mornin.” You whimper. Starting the day off just right.

౨ৎ Going on a run with the three of you was honestly pointless. It was all play and no work. Never getting any actual supplies because you’re too busy getting double stuffed. The second they got you alone in the vehicle, it was over. They would have to pull over in the middle of the highway. Not even at your destination yet, just in the middle of nowhere. Where there was no one out there to hear you scream. No kids knocking on the door or anyone looking for Rick to take care of some problem. Just you. Sitting all pretty in the middle seat, with a hand on each of their thighs, slowly inching closer to their groins. Finally palming their growing bulges when you got brave enough. Rick would hit the brakes, and soon enough there were grabby hands pulling you every which way, clothes being practically torn off your body as Rick pulls you forward to his cock. Your mouth already watering. “Atta girl,” he says when you get his belt undone and finally wrap your lips around him. Sucking him off as Daryl played with your pussy, dragging his index finger in your wetness. “You like being a little tease don’t you?” You’d hum an agreement agains Rick, the vibration making him buck his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you struggle not to gag. Daryl laughs and you hear his own belt unbuckle, moving around until he was lined up with your cunt. Ass up and face down. “For the next three days, you’re all ours. Gonna fuck you dumb, baby. You’ll be begging for a break by tonight, I’m sure.” And he was right. You sure were.

౨ৎ Movie nights were pointless too. Never knowing the plot or what happens because you’d always end up with your face buried in a shoulder, biting down as you try not to wake anyone in the house. The boys loved to sneak around under the blankets. The thought of someone walking in was such a thrill. And it’s not like it never happened. One time Carol had walked down to the kitchen, all grumbly and tired. Grabbing a glass of water and pausing for a moment as the screen flashes to some action scene. With Ricks fingers burried deep inside of you, and Daryl’s pressed against your clit. All three of of you were frozen, holding your breath. Waiting for her to leave. And when she did, and her bedroom door clicked shut, they rewarded you for being such a good, quiet girl. Their “pretty, perfect girl, deserves all the lovin’,” they’d say all quiet, and make you squirt all over their fingers and faces <3

౨ৎ Overstimulation is one of their favourite things. Collectively, they can edge you for hours. Neither of them getting tired because they can just switch off whenever. They loved when they could take their time with you. And it didn’t happen often, since Rick was such a busy body, helping build the community and keep things in order. And Daryl was often out with Aaron, recruiting new community members. So when they did get you alone for a night, sans interruptions, they’d make it count. Edging you for an hour or so before making you come as many times as they possibly could. They liked to beat their old records. Counting how many more they were able to pull from you than last time.

౨ৎ Rick is such a selfless guy. Always doing things for others. Even in the bedroom. He is just such a giver. Always wanting to taste you. Making sure that no matter what, you were cumming first, and on the off chance that you didn’t, he’d make you come a half a dozen times before he’d stop. Daryl, while he also loved to please you, definitely prefers when you take care of him. Sucking him off or riding him. He liked when you took control. Loved the way your lips looked wrapped around his cock. So focused on getting him to cum. His own focus on the way you felt around him, always taking his mind off things.

౨ৎ Not only does Rick like to please you, he also loves watching you and Daryl together. He gets off on it. The way you grip Daryl’s broad shoulders so tight. Leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin. The sight of you bouncing on his lap, and the sound of his low grunts and mumbles into your neck. Always telling you how good your pussy feels around him. How wet you were for them. It was always so hot. For all of you. Watching or being watched, it didn’t matter.

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౨ৎ Hope you guys enjoy these little headcanons/situations while I work on some longer fics/requests. I absolutely love comments and feedback so please please please feel free to share your thoughts on any of my work! And if you’re a lil comment shy, you can always send an ask… I don’t mind 💘

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akwolfgrl · 1 month

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I'm a great fuck but better lover part 6

Zoro entered the boys' room. It was late but still earlier than his usual time. When he placed his swords on the coach, he noticed a new extra large hammock strung up. Sanji lay curled up inside. It was safe to assume that this was the surprise waiting for him that Sanji had mentioned during dishes. Zoro slid off his shoes, shirt, and pants, leaving his boxers on before sliding into the hammock next to his boyfriend. He pressed Sanji's slimmer body against his own, his head tucked under his chin, the other man's long legs trapped his own snuggling closer. Zoro could get used to this.

When he woke, Sanji was gone, only Luffy's snores to keep him company, Usopp was on watch last night. Zoro grabbed the clothes he had on yesterday and grabbed his swords from the coach. He went straight for the kitchen, and he paused to look inside before he opened the door the rest of the way. Sanji left it open a cack so Mr. Noodles could come and go as he pleased. He was sitting at the table, a cup of tea by his side, a small plate with half a pice of toast with red jam on top, a cigarette in one hand and his pen in the other. His blond hair with it slight curls glowing in the morning light. Zoro opened the door and made his way inside.

“Your up early today,” Sanji spoke, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Come sit by me, I was just working on your notebook,”

“My notebook?” Zoro decided to lay across the bench the best he could and lay his head in Sanji's lap. His boyfriend's free hand ran his long fingers through his short hair.

“While in town I picked up a pack of colored notebooks to keep records on food prenceses for everyone, right now I'm just transferring the info I already have,” Sanji explained taking a sip of his tea. “Did you want tea or toast before bakefast? I made Rose Jam form the roses you got me."

“Nah, what's for breakfast anyway?”

“Soufflé pancakes and okonomiyaki for you, of course lots of meat for Luffy,”

“Okonomiyaki? I haven't had that in years, thire was a street cart that used to make the best okonomiyaki I had some when I said my goodbyes before I left,” Zoro had spent hours at Kuinas grave knowing he wouldn't see her again until he achieved his goal.

“Zoro, we need to talk,” Zoro sat up, that did not sound good. But he couldn't think of anything that could be worng. He knew he was new to realships but he couldn't have fucked up that badly alredy…the crows nest incident not withstanding. “About sex, we shuld have talked before and more. I really don't want anthoer crows nest cry to happen,”

“Oh…OK? What do we need to talk about? It's just sex?”

“It stopped being just sex when you started spanking me, let alone edging, tieing me up and me choking you with my thighs,” Sanji listed off his cigarette bobbing while he spoke.

“Yah, I guess you've got a point,”

“So I'm no expert, but I know a few things about this, we already talked a bit about what we don't like, I guess add degadison to the list. We need to talk before trying new things I think, as much fun as it was to choke you with my thighs it was pretty fucking treffing, what if you didn't pinch me? What if I didn't feel it in time? Also we need to get better rope for the next time, rope burn is very unpleasant,”

“But I did pinch you, and I didn't pass out,” Zoro pointed out. “But I suppose your right,”

“So I was thinking maybe write down some hard and soft limits to start with maybe stuff you wish to try, like for me a hard limit is the head and face coverings, soft is the gags. I don't like them, but well, we do live in a shared space, so they might be necessary,” Sanji handed him the feathered pen and some paper. “I need to start breakfast, so how about we talk again after dinner,” Sanji gave him a kiss before heading to the fridge, taking his dishes with him

Zoro shoved the papper and the pen in his Haramaki and escaped to the crows nest. Once thire, he took one of his weights and got to work. As he got into the rhythm, he thought about what they had discussed. He had to think back on his prior experience about what he did and did not like.

He honestly didn't like being called Master/Slave/Daddy/Sir he didnt like saying it, ethior. It was just weird to him. Zoro honestly never had thought about this before, but for his Love-Cook, he'd give it ago.

#I'm a great fuck but better lover #one piece #fanfic #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x sanji #zosan

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rileytwenty · 1 year

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Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

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Chapter 3

Rarely, Leyra would spend a day or two holing up in her marui instead of out in the forest. It was most often because she was tired or sick, but sometimes just because she could.

Today, she opted to stay in her marui because Neteyam knew that otherwise she would be out in the forest, and was likely going to try to find her. She was out of hiding spots that he wasn't aware of.

She had tried so hard her whole life to not be noticed, to not upset Mo'at more than her existence already had. She could not figure out why Neteyam was so watchful of her. She hadn't done anything wrong or worth his attention, so what was the reason?

The day was passing at a rate that made her want to bang her head against the ground. It felt like she could live a lifetime and only a minute would have passed.

First, she practiced her weaving, but then ran out of material. She didn't dare show her face to get more when so many Na'vi were out and about. Next, she braided her hair, then unbraided and re-braided it. Then the boredom really kicked in and she started counting the stitching in the marui's wall.

Her father was supposed to bring her lunch soon-- she could tell by hearing the complaints of the Na'vi outside that "lunch couldn't come sooner".

Except, it was not her father that walked in the entrance.

"Neteyam?"

"Hello, Leyra," the warrior greeted with a friendly smile, handing her a bowl of lunch. "I was looking for you all over, but then I figured you must be here. So, I brought you lunch."

"Oh... Thank you. My father normally brings me lunch when I stay home." She was trying to subtly hint at how unwelcome he was here.

"I told him that I would bring it. My father wanted to discuss a few things with him about a nearby herd of Pa'li anyway." He walked further into the marui, looking to make himself comfortable.

"Neteyam," she sounded a bit exasperated, standing from her hammock, "I appreciate you bringing me lunch, but-"

"Look, you don't have to be so tense about it. I just want to hang out. That okay?"

She hesitated, thinking: preferably, no. But she knew better than to be rude, especially to him. Perhaps if she was nice, he would see that everything is fine with her and lose interest.

"Of course, Neteyam. Come. Sit."

They sat on woven stools near the marui's firepit and started eating.

Neteyam was overjoyed by her acceptance of his presence. He adored being around her and found her too interesting and unexpectedly kind to leave alone.

"So, how was the forest today?" He had his bow across his back, so she knew he had just been out.

"Good. Though, it seemed to miss you quite a bit."

"What do you mean?"

"Toruk chased us on our ikrans today, and the palulukan was extra fierce. It appears to me that the forest is protesting your absence."

"That is a kind thought, but I don't believe for a second that the forest ever noticed me, let alone missed me."

"How could it not notice you?"

Again, he was pointing out her differences. Why had he even come?

Neteyam figured he was doing great with his flirting.

"Would you like to go on an ikran ride? The ocean looks beautiful at midday."

She was getting irritated. "Well, warrior boy, I wouldn't be able to do that, now would I?"

His eyebrows furrowed at her attitude. "And why not?"

"It was your grandmother that forbid me from going on ikran bonding journeys, do not act like you don't know. Do not rub it in."

"What? Why would she do that?"

"She said I would never earn it. That I'm not worth risking lives on the journey."

"What?" He was dumbfounded. Is this how she thought of him and his family? As people who forbade her from freedom?

She merely scoffed in response, unbelieving that he honestly was unaware.

"Well, there must be a reason. Perhaps she thought you would not be able to win the fight-- no offense."

"Oh, no, no. She smade it very publicly clear that it was because Eywa had cursed me with my skin."

He could not believe it. Had his grandmother really done such a thing? He knew that everyone thought poorly of her, that she was treated unkindly, but being banned from an Omatikaya tradition? And then something clicked in his head, why he had met everyone else but never her.

"You're not allowed at the Tree of Souls either, are you?"

She was silent for some time, processing his sincerity. "No."

"I must speak to Grandmother about this. That must have been a rule made in the old days, when my father was still considered a demon. She probably simply forgot to change it. I'll-"

He stood, and she stood with him.

"No, no! My father will end me if I make a ruckus about this. I'm not even supposed to be engaging with you like this, mister stupidly-charming-son-of-the-Olo'ektan!"

His heart fluttered, she thinks I'm charming? No. Focus.

"Seriously, Leyra. You deserve to meet your ancestors. And to fly above the treetops, not to hide in them."

To be honest, she had never wanted to visit the Tree of Souls. She was too afraid of bringing shame to her ancestors.

"No, Neteyam. Respectfully, you have no business meddling in something you know so little about." Her tone was severe, and he could sense her desperation.

He winced. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help."

She sighed, irritated by the drama. "I know, I know. And thank you. But I didn't ask you to."

"I really am sorry." He pursed his lips in frustration and pulled at the hairs on the back of his head. "Would you... want to eat lunch with me tomorrow as well? I promise not to be such a sxkawng again."

Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? "Of course, if it's what you want."

"Yes, I would enjoy that very much."

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dress | j.m.

inspired by “dress,” by taylor swift

summary: ANGST!!! fem!reader and jj are best friends that hook up one night after a party. afterwards, you are left with feelings for jj that are more than friendship, but he insists it can never happen again and that makes you certain that you don’t want him like a best friend.

warnings: marijuana use, alcohol use, making out, mentions of sex, cussing

word count: 7.9k

italics = flashbacks

Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

It’s been a week since it happened, but you still can’t believe it.

JJ was sitting in the doorway of the screened porch after the end of a long night at the Boneyard when you approached him from behind and decided to lower yourself to sit next to him. It wasn’t a rare occasion for the two of you to be the last awake after the group returned to the Chateau. It had been a particularly hard day for him with his dad which he tried to forget about at the party. Everyone else thinks it worked, but you know him a little better.

“You okay?” you ask softly while laying your head to his shoulder. Your legs are touching because of the confinement of the doorway and the skin of your knees almost stick together from the humid air. A storm was rolling in.

“Yeah, I’m good. You know I don’t like to let it get to me for too long,” he says to the wind.

“Want to do a little more forgetting with me?” you ask slyly as you present the bowl you’d packed for the two of you before you sat down with him. This was one of your rituals. The two of you ending the night smoking a bowl before bed after everyone else had gone to sleep.

JJ turns his head to face you, your faces only inches from each other because of how close you were sitting. “You know me too well,” he says with a smile, agreeing. You pass him the bowl and JJ takes the first hit, inhaling the smoke and holding it for several seconds before blowing out the cloud and passing it to you. He always lights your hit for you with his zippo lighter since your burned your finger one time years ago.

You and JJ share the bowl for a few minutes in silence, listening to the wind pick up, the water splash against the dock, and the leaves rustling by. When the rain starts, JJ asks if you want to go inside and you say “No, let’s stay.” So you sit for several more minutes, just like you were, legs touching and heads resting on each other until you see the hammock struggling in all of the wind. You were supposed to bring it in every time there was a storm.

“JJ, the hammock,” you say and raise your head from his shoulder.

“Oh shit, I’ll go get it,” he groans and makes his way up from you and out into the rain.

“Not if I get it first!” and you rush from behind him, racing him in the rain to get there.

You beat him of course, given your head start, and together unhook the hammock from its post, laughing the whole time at the situation you’re in. Soaking wet, high as kites in the rain, struggling to unhook a hammock in the dark so that it doesn’t fly away.

When you return to the screened porch, you reclaim your seats on the steps in the doorway, just as close as you were before. You’re completely out of breath and smiling as the raindrops fall from your hair, over your eyes, and down your nose. The two of you share a laugh at the fun you just had.

When the laughing fades to silence, you turn your head to look at JJ, and he’s already looking at you. His expression is not like one you’ve seen before. The soft smile on his lips is enchanting and the glimmer in his eyes earns him an even bigger smile from you. His hair is drenched just like yours and it’s sticking to his face.

You’re only inches from each other as you look to one another to say something. But neither of you do. Instead, you find yourself drifting closer and closer to him, pulled in by his magnetic golden charm that you thought didn’t work on you. Eagerly, he surges forward and closes the short distance between your lips. Your best friend is kissing you and you’re surprised how good it feels. You’re not sure if it’s JJ kissing you or the effects of the tonic in your system that make this so stimulating.

He brings one hand to your face to deepen the kiss and wraps the other around your waist pulling you closer to him. He’s warm, despite being soaked with rain and smells so good. When his tongue slips into your mouth to brush yours, that’s when you’re certain it’s not the tonic in your system. It’s him. He’s electric.

Entranced, you begin pulling his shirt up and above his head to reveal his abdomen and chest, which you immediately run your hands over. Reciprocating your actions, JJ’s fingers drift under the hem of your shirt and begin stroking at your collarbone and floating down to your chest. When he doesn’t take your shirt off, you break your kiss for a moment to remove it for him.

You pause just for a moment, saying nothing to one another, only staring at each others bodies and letting your eyes drift back up to where they meet the other’s. Instinctively, you collide again. You bring your hands up to hold either side of his face while he wraps an arm around you to lower you onto your back, scooting you all the way on to the screened porch and using the other to steady himself over you. You open your legs to accept him between them and let out a moan when you feel his lower body pressed against yours.

“My god, Y/N” escapes his mouth in a whisper against your lips and it sends a surge of electricity through you. It’s the first thing either of you have said. You’ve only communicated with your sixth sense for each other until now.

Your kisses continue until his hands can’t help but travel to your shorts and tug at the hemline. You nod into the kiss, giving him permission to unfasten them. He unbuttons your shorts and breaks your kiss momentarily to slide your soaked shorts down your legs and toss them to the side.

When he returns, you wrap both of your arms around his neck to pull him as close to you as possible, and he holds you with one arm around the small of your back and the other resting between your waist and hip, holding you to the ground.

“Let’s go inside,” he whispers against your lips, but doesn’t give you time to answer before he’s kissing you again, tongue exploring deep in your mouth.

“JJ, what are we doing?” you break your kiss to say quietly with your lips parted into a big smile.

“Whatever we want,” JJ answers hungrily, repeating the group’s philosophy for the coming summer and bringing his eyes to meet yours. You see how dark his eyes have gotten from his dilated pupils, and it drives you crazy with desire.

Left in only your swimsuits from earlier that day, JJ picks himself up, extends his hand to help you up from the porch floor, and guides you through the Chateau quickly and quietly to his small room in the back of the house. You pass Kie and Pope passed out on the pull out couch, careful to keep your breath hushed and control your clumsy footing to be sure not to kick anything over and wake one of your friends.

JJ opens the door to his room and shuts it behind you two. He leads you to the bed and sits on the edge, pulling you to stand between his legs while his hands wrap behind your legs and graze the tops of your thighs. He pulls you in to him and begins kissing your stomach and looking in to your eyes. When he pulls away, you bring your lips to his and you’re finally kissing again after what feels like a long few minutes.

“Are you sure?” he whispers to you while keeping his forehead pressed firmly against yours. “Yes,” you respond with a kiss, and feel JJ tighten his grip on your legs to pull you down on top of him on the bed you’ve shared with him countless times, but never like this.

And it was there in his crowded room at the Chateau that you slept with your best friend for the first time.

“Y/N.... helloooo?” Kie snaps you out of your memory. “I asked what you think of this one?” she motions to the dress she’s holding up in front of her pressed to her body in the thrift store.

“I love it,” you respond with a smile to your friend, bringing you back to the present moment: dress shopping for prom tonight. You and your friends were not planning to go until yesterday when John B figured out a way to sneak you all in to your school’s dance for Sarah since she didn’t want to go to her’s. So you, Kie, and Sarah had only today to find something to wear.

The three of you combed through the dress rack of every consignment and thrift store on the island in search of what to wear. After your last conversation with JJ, you were hoping to find something he couldn’t resist you in.

When you woke the next morning, you were not immediately alarmed being in JJ’s bed. That’s happened plenty of time before. You were alarmed after sitting up and realizing that you were naked. Until the night’s events came rushing back to you. Smiling to yourself at the memory, you bring your fingers to touch your swollen lips at the memory of JJ sucking on them just hours before. That’s when you realize he’s not there. He must already be up.

Hurriedly dressing in your bikini from yesterday and one of JJ’s shirts from the floor, you exit the room and squint your eyes at the brightness of the morning coming in from the living room windows.

“Ah, there she is,” John B greets, “sleep well?” He’s asking sincerely, not with the John B smirk you know he’d be displaying if he knew. You nod.

“Man we were knocked out after that party,” Kie says, motioning to Pope. Sarah and John B agree.

You finally let your eyes rest on JJ, seated at the kitchen table. He hasn’t looked up to you yet. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“We’re drying your clothes from the porch,” Sarah announces after silence falls over the group.

When you say nothing, she adds “JJ told us that you ran into the rain to get the hammock then left your clothes out there so they wouldn’t drip in the house.”

Finally he looks up to you. His expression is unreadable. You’ve never been here with him before.

“Yeah, you all know my high-deas.” he motions with his fingers to his head, “they never make the most sense.”

And that’s when you knew.

Everyone cleared from the living room and kitchen one by one to get the HMS Pogue ready for the day you all had planned, leaving the two of you in the kitchen alone. You’re seated at the kitchen table with your legs brought to your chest, holding your cup of coffee on top of them like your life depends on it.

JJ is standing behind you and it’s silent for several seconds after Pope leaves before he clears his throat and says “Y/N.”

Your head drops as you hear him continue “we shouldn’t have done that,” and you begin to lightly cry.

At the sound of your sniffle, he’s kneeling next to you, reaching up to have one hand touching your legs and the other firmly behind your neck to rub your shoulders in support.

You raise your eyes to meet his and finally see his expression soften.

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it,” he jokes, eliciting a sarcastic half-laugh from you.

“It’s just..” he continues, “that we’re best friends,” with emphasis on ‘friends.’

“And I’ve lost too many things to lose such a great friend, you know?” he pleads.

Those words register with you. You know how much he goes through. He doesn’t need any added stress to his life. You force yourself to choke back your tears and the feelings building up inside you to give him a simple smile and nod.

“There we go,” he says to your smile and wipes your last tear from under your eye.

“Think we can handle going out today?” he asks as he motions his head in the direction of the dock, where the others are waiting.

“Yeah,” you finally mutter with a fake smile, “you go ahead and just give me a few minutes,” you stand from your chair and set your coffee mug on the table, freeing your hands.

As soon as they’re free, JJ envelops you in a hug, bringing you close to him and digging his face into the nape of your neck. After a moment of surprise, you wrap your arms around his broad back and hug him back, dipping your head to his shoulder and breathing him in one more time before having to pretend to return to normal.

But inside, you know there’s no way you can return to how it was. He’s changed you for good. From now on, you’ll always know what it felt like to be with him, he’ll always be a part of you. More so than he was before.

“Oh that’s the one, Y/N,” Sarah says, once again pulling you back to the present moment. You’re holding a dress from the rack, just the color and style you were hoping for. It will hug your figure just right and hopefully make JJ feel the same way he felt one week ago.

“Yeah, who are you trying to impress with a dress like that,” Kie adds.

“I would love to be him tonight!” Sarah jokes.

“Ow ow!” Kie howls, as you pull it from the rack and take it straight to the cashier, nerves building inside for the night to come.

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.

At Kie’s house, the three of you are getting ready for the night. You all decided that you’d get ready there and the boys at the Chateau so that when you meet at the beach for the dance, you’ll get to see each other in full effect. Great plan for Sarah and Kie who can be obvious about their feelings. Terrible plan for you since you’re trying to suppress the way you’re feeling for JJ.

Sarah and Kie are dancing around to the playing music, fixing their hair in the bathroom while you nervously finish your makeup at Kie’s desk.

“Y/N, girl what’s wrong?? Aren’t you excited?!” Kie yells from the bathroom. You haven’t been talking to them at all.

“Yeah!” you shout. “Just trying to focus on this makeup.”

“As if you need it!” Sarah responds. “Come in here and take a shot with us!”

As she demanded, you get up from the seat after finishing your mascara to take a pregame shot with the girls. You’ll definitely need it. You have no idea what will happen tonight.

After shimming into your dresses and taking self timer pictures in Kie’s backyard, you all three pile into Kie’s car and make your way to the beach where you agreed to meet the boys. The entire ride you’re thankful for the music blasting to cover up for your lack of talking. You can’t think of anything else, and you can’t tell Kie and Sarah. All you can find yourself doing is looking out the window at the passing trees, nervously trying to make a plan for yourself tonight. But you have no idea what the night will hold.

At the rendezvous, you see the boys waiting at the beach. The pit in your stomach grows larger and larger as you walk towards them, JJ dressed his best becoming more and more clear to you. You love him in a long sleeve t-shirt just as much as this button down and tie, but you can’t let yourself focus on it too much.

Sarah and Kie hug John B and Pope, leaving you and JJ alone in each other’s presence momentarily. He leans in to hug you lightly and says “You look so beautiful,” in your ear before pulling apart and gesturing to Sarah and Kie “you all do.” Of course he can’t let them notice him giving you any special attention.

“Not too bad yourself boys,” Kie sings out to her best friends, making a silly bowtie gesture to toy with them.

“Yeah, yeah we clean up good,” Pope shrugs as the group turns to make their way to the back of the venue that aligns with the beach.

Kie and Pope walk with their arms around each other, John B and Sarah walk hand in hand towards the dance, leaving you and JJ trailing behind. Of course, you’re all talking as a group, making it fine for you to suffer in silence and try to calm your nerves. Your hands begin shaking as all you want to do is desperately grab on to him. No one seems to notice.

Finally, you’re inside and have other friends from school who can fill the void of JJ and distract you from every move he’s making. Even with the distraction of friends, all you can seem to do is glance in his direction, aware of every place he migrates to.

After sneaking a shot from a friend’s flask that they snuck in, you finally relax for long enough to join Sarah and Kie on the dance floor when JJ and the boys sneak off somewhere.

For two or three songs, you dance with your girls, feeling great in your dress and happy to be there with them. Maybe you won’t regret coming to this as much as you think you will.

In the middle of a song, the boys finally return and find you three on the dance floor. Joining you, they playfully dance along with all three of you, grabbing your hands to spin and dip you. John B and Pope have both grabbed your hand to share moments of the songs with you, but JJ has kept at least one or two people between you the entire time.

The nervous pit in your stomach begins to build again as it takes every bit of your strength to stay away from him. You simply can’t continue like this, but the night is still very young.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.

With the six of you still together, you’re catching your breath after the last song when a slow song begins playing. This is the moment you’ve been dreading all night. You knew it would come eventually.

As Kie and Pope, Sarah and John B pair up, you and JJ are left standing in the crowd, staring at each other with questionable eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move.

JJ steps towards you, reaching out his hand. Finally, your shaking steady as you place your hand into his outstretched palm and he pulls you in to dance.

“It would be weirder if we didn’t,” he declares, moving you into position.

Your left hand is placed at the nape of his neck, laced through the hair, while your right hand is being held in his. His right arm is draped behind the small of your back, holding you close so that your chests are touching. Your faces are inches from each other again and you feel like this is a dangerous proximity.

“You’re quiet, Y/N, are you having fun?” JJ directs to you.

“Mhmm,” is all you can muster when his eyes are on you like this.

“You looked like you were having fun dancing earlier,” he admits to watching you. You smile.

“Are you having fun?” you manage to get out.

“It’s torture actually,” he says throwing his head back, “but I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you this week.” He’s referencing how you’ve been avoiding him since last weekend.

“Sorry,” you whisper back, “catch me up,” diverting responsibility for conversation back to him as he delves in to all the things you’ve missed during the week.

Watching him talk, you see the brightness of his eyes shine as he recounts his days, sparing no detail for you as you watch him under the string lights of the venue. His smile is beaming and his hold on you tightens when he looks into your eyes.

It’s in this moment that you decide there is no way you can continue down this path. Your feelings are inescapable and the pain of holding back from him is unbearable. You’ve had him and now he’s different to you. You’ve seen him in a different light, and you can’t unsee it. You can’t think of anything else, and there’s no way to avoid him for much longer. He knows you too well, he’ll see right through you.

You’ve spent the last week weighing all your options and resolved that this is the only one. You have to get this weight off your chest so that you can at least think of something else. And while you thought of everything that may go wrong, at least you’ll always have that one night. One night can be your forever.

“Which brings me to tonight,” JJ finishes his week in review just as the song ends. He brings you in and kisses your cheek before he slips his arm from your waist and runs fingers through his hair looking at the rest of the group. It’s shocking to you how normal he’s able to act.

With him turned from you and the rest of the group ending their dances together, it’s the perfect opportunity to slip away and catch your breath.

Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend.

The woods begin on the outskirts of the party, and in the beginning of the tree line, you find shelter behind one of the large oaks. You just need a moment to catch your breath. It’s all become too much. The pretending, the pressure of telling him, the fear of rejection, the possibility that this would ruin you friend group.

With your back pressed to the large tree, you finally let yourself feel what you’ve been swallowing all week. You can’t help it anymore. The tears you’ve been choking back resurface and spill over. Your breaths become more shallow and quicker in between, causing you to press at your stomach to try and deepen them. Gasping for air, you cry with your back against the tree, still careful not to close your eyes so that it won’t be obvious in your smudged mascara when you return.

For a few minutes, you just let yourself feel it all. The realization that maybe you’ve felt this way about JJ for longer than you realized before, and the pain of burying those feelings all this time.

But your tears and shaky breath do not change your resolve to tell him. You let your feelings wash over you, and once your tears dry and your breath slows back to normal, you wipe your under eyes and run your fingers through your hair.

With a new confidence, you push off of the strong trunk that had been supporting you and turn to exit the shelter of the woods, wiping at your eyes once more as you walk before returning to your friends.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see JJ approaching you.

With another girl.

They are holding hands and laughing between each other as they walk in your direction. He hasn’t noticed you yet because they have their attention on each other.

When he sees you, he stops abruptly, letting go of the girl’s hand as she continues walking towards the trees.

“Oh shit, Y/N” you hear him whisper to himself before walking the rest of the way to be in front of you.

“Don’t be too long, JJ!” she calls after him in a flirty tease as she walks past you, towards the dark privacy of the tree line.

And there you were alone, but not at all how you planned. JJ is surprised to see you. Surprised to be caught is more likely.

“Nice,” is all you have to say with a sarcastic understanding nod and snide tone. You move your eyes to the side, unable to look at him.

“It’s not what you think,” JJ hurriedly pleas.

“What am I supposed to think JJ? Please tell me,” you pointedly ask, turning your head back to him to meet his desperate eyes.

“What are you thinking, Y/N?” he begs, “You haven’t talked to me at all since,” alluding to the night you shared.

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you’re going to follow through with your plan. Unsure if he he deserves to know. If he deserves your affection. Tears well up again and threaten to spill over. You choke them back, but it doesn’t go unnoticed.

You bite your lip and shake your head to yourself before answering “I think...” you pause to decide, “that I’m a damn fool,” you state coldly before rushing past him to get away. But you’re spun back around to face him by his grip on your wrist.

“Y/N, no,” he says firmly. You’re startled by his sudden movement and your breath hitches in your throat at your name falling from his lips in that tone. Everything around you falls silent, nothing matters. Your attention is solely on him.

“What is going on with you?” he pleads with you, his eyes searching in yours, desperate to figure it out as he brings both hands to either side of your face.

You selfishly lean in to his touch, certain that it will be the last time.

With your cheek balanced in his hand, you tilt your head to bring your eyes to his. Through tears, you feebly admit “I don’t want you like a best friend.”

It washes over him and you see the moment he understands displayed in his eyes. He looks at you, opens his mouth to speak, but remains silent.

His silence sends an ache through your body as you close your eyes and turn on your heels away from him. You set off, walking away from him as fast as you can, wiping at your tears as you go and ignoring his calls to you.

“Y/N!” you hear him shout.

“Y/N, please!” he screams after you again.

And finally, he lets out a drawn out “Fuck!” just as you slip from his vision and back down to the beach from where you came.

Flashback when you met me. Your buzzcut and my hair bleached. Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me.

Once you got to the beach, you ran. You ran until the heels you were wearing slipped off, but you left them. You ran in your dress down the beach and as far away from the dance as you could until you couldn’t run anymore. You had to put as much distance between him and yourself as you possibly could.

Luckily for you, your home was on the one part of The Cut that connected to a natural part of the beach on the bay side. You knew if you just kept walking, you would make it there.

So you just kept walking. And walking, dragging your feet through the sand as you recounted the exchange you just had with JJ. God, why did you do that? You think to yourself. Rolling your eyes up and tilting your head back to see if that would keep the tears from spilling out. It didn’t.

When your house comes in to view, you pick up your pace to a jog again, just wanting to be at home. You enter through the back, checking around to see if anyone was home.

“Mom?” you call out, but get no response. She must have been out.

You head straight for the freezer, grabbing the vodka you’ve stashed in there for emergencies. Your mom had you at a very young age so she’s never questioned the things another parent would. It feels like she understands since it wasn’t so long ago she was going through the same. You head straight back out to your little stretch of beach. You plop yourself in the sand, waiting for the waves to come and crash at your toes. You twist the cap off of your vodka quickly and immediately take a long pull of the clear liquid, burning your throat on it’s way down. There’s only one way you’ll be able to make it through tonight.

This little stretch of beach has always made you feel close to JJ. You’re afraid it may be all you have left of him after this if you’re never able to face him again.

At eight years old, you were out on your “secret beach” as you called it collecting shells with your mom when another woman and her son approached from the path back to your house.

“Hello,” your mom greeted them. The lady’s son stood shyly behind her, peeking out to stare at you.

“Hi,” the woman said, “we live down the street and saw you just moved in. Just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” and she extended a bottle of wine to your mom, “this is my son JJ,” she ushered behind her.

“That’s so kind, thank you! This is Y/N,” your mom said, and you smiled. “Would you like to open it with me?” your mom asked.

The woman agreed and after an exchange of words, they were walking back to the house, “Y/N, can you stay with JJ while we run to the house to get some glasses?” your mom called to you as she walked with her new friend. You agreed, leaving you alone with the new boy.

Almost unrecognizable to the long blonde haired boy you love now, the boy was shy with clipped hair. He stood staring at you for several minutes without saying anything. You noticed he had a little bruise on his arm and a scab on his knee, and thought to yourself about how that probably hurt. Even as a kid, you observed every little thing about him.

“Want to pick up shells with me?” you asked him with a friendly smile. You didn’t have any friends there yet.

His shy expression broke and he nodded with a smile, finally moving towards you to help search in the surf.

You searched in silence for several minutes, no idea what to talk to a stranger about. Was he even your age? Did he like school? Had he read any of the books you’ve read?

You got lucky when out of the sand, you pulled a weird shell, triangle shaped. Not one like you’ve ever seen before.

“Hey, look at this one,” you call to him, and he walks over to inspect.

“No way! You found a shark’s tooth!” he yells out, grabbing the hand you’re holding it with to get a closer look. “That’s the best one I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s really a shark’s tooth?” you ask him, amazed.

“Yeah it really is,” he says. “They can have 300!”

The two of you spent the rest of the night chasing each other in the tide and running around the beach while your moms watched and became best friends.

At the end of the night, JJ’s mom had to drag him by the arm when they were leaving because you were having so much fun. As he and his mom made their way back to their house, you felt the shark’s tooth in your pocket and ran up the path to catch up with them.

“Wait!” you called out, getting them to turn around and stop for a minute.

When you caught up, you went up to JJ and handed him the shark’s tooth.

“It’s for you,” you say, and after he saw what you placed in his palm, he wrapped his arms around you in a hug for the very first time.

He still wears it. That was the first of many times that your mothers got together with the excuse of you and JJ having “play dates.” They became best friends, so you and JJ naturally became best friends too. They always came to your house, and you and JJ got to spend your time on secret beach, no matter how old you got. Even after his mom left and he started to come by himself.

It was there that you told him about every one of your problems whenever they came, so that he could take your side and tell you that you did the right thing. Even if you did the wrong thing.

Flashback to my mistakes. My rebounds, my earthquakes. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me. And I woke up just in time. Now I wake up by your side. My one and only, my lifeline.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” JJ asks the girls as he rejoins the group.

“No, not since we were all dancing,” Sarah responds, “Why?” she begins to become concerned when she sees the expression on JJ’s face.

“What happened?” Kie asks, bringing her hands to JJ’s shoulders to ground him in the moment and stop his frantic searching.

When JJ didn’t answer, she asked again.

His prolonged silence and fidgeting alerted the boys.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” John B questions him.

JJ starts to say something but can’t find the words. Frustrated, he brings his hands behind his head and looks off in the direction you left.

“JJ you’re scaring us, is she okay?” Sarah pleads.

“Yeah, man just tell us,” Pope says as he brings a hand up to his shoulder to brace him.

“I fucked up,” he admits.

He cuts his eyes to meet John B’s, and his best friend understands instantly, having had a conversation with JJ before about it. John B lets the realization wash over him, evident in his expression, uttering a simple “Oh,” with raised eyebrows.

“What?” Sarah begs. “What does that mean?” she questions the exchange.

“Fuck,” JJ mutters to himself, gritting his teeth and preparing for them all the know the truth.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and wonders if he’s ever fucked up this hard, and he’s reminded of plenty of times. He can remember you chasing after him after every fight even when he told you not to. He can remember you telling him why he did something before he even realized why. And you loved him anyway.

He opens his mouth to explain. With four pairs of eyes staring at him, he drops his head to say “We... we hooked up after the party last weekend.”

Slowly, he trails his eyes up to meet his friends’ expressions. He sees more smiles than he expected.

“That’s it?” Kie chuckles out, shrugging her shoulders, “JJ, we’ve been waiting for that for..... I don’t know... years?” she looks to her friends to agree. They nod in agreement.

“No..” JJ starts.

“What else?” Pope directs to him.

“I told her it was a mistake and we couldn’t do that again because we’re best friends!” JJ defends. The smiles around him begin to fall. “I thought it was fine! I thought she was fine! But...”

“Clearly she’s not,” Sarah interjects. Kie adds an understanding “Yeah.”

“I have noticed that,” Pope joins with a slight nod, glancing to JJ.

“And tonight?” John B asks.

“She told me...” JJ begins, closing his eyes and cursing himself before he can say it, “that she wants me as more than a best friend.”

The smiles return to their faces, making JJ feel a little bit better. At least they’re okay with it. The girls turn to smile at each other, a sharp inhale elevating their expressions.

“That’s great, man!” Pope exclaims, hitting JJ’s shoulder with excitement.

“Except she saw me walking to the woods with another girl,” JJ states bluntly, rushing to get it out.

“That’s... that’s bad,” John B says with a nod after considering all of the ways it could have been perceived.

“Well, what did you say?” Sarah and Kie press him.

“Nothing!” JJ declares with exasperation.

“Dude!” Pope lets out while the girls exclaim “Nothing?!”

“What?! I’m sorry! I was in shock!” JJ screams, arms outstretched in defense, “And she ran off before I could respond at all!” he gestures down the beach.

“Shit,” Pope curses. JJ nods, thankful for the acknowledgement.

There’s silence for a few moments while they all appreciate the gravity of the situation and offer their support to JJ.

“So go get her man,” John B states plainly, like there’s no question about it.

“And say what?” JJ pleads.

They all laugh.

“That you love her, JJ,” Kie laughs out with an eye roll.

"But..” he begins.

“JJ,” Pope interrupts, “why do you think you interfere with any guy trying to talk to her at a party?”

“Or have never been serious with anyone else?” Kie questions.

“Or are only ever fully relaxed when she’s there?” Sarah adds.

“Or feel the way you feel right now, knowing she’s out there thinking you don’t feel the same,” John B finishes, with a knowing look.

The realization surges through JJ. “Shit,” JJ says, eyebrows raised. And just as fast as it came over him, he was sprinting away from his friends.

“Thanks guys!” he called out to them as they cat called after him.

Of course he loved you. How could it have taken him so long to realize? It’s just that he’s felt this way about you for so long that he didn’t realize it was love.

As JJ got to the beach, he debated where on Earth you’d go. If you were trying to hide from him, there’s no way you’d go to the Chateau. And then he knew. He made his way quickly down the beach in a steady jog, mind reeling with all the moments he’d been tempted with you before but buried it.

You were in your room when he approached the window. Bobbing your head along to the music you had playing, working on homework. JJ smiled sweetly at the scene, it made him debate burdening you with this at all.

He tapped softly on your window, drawing your attention from your notebook. You jumped slightly a the sudden noise, blushing at the little embarrassment when you realized who it was. JJ couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Hey,” you said with a sweet smile as you opened the window, leaning out a little to be eye level with him.

“Can I come in?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, you want to come around?” you gestured behind you, implying through the door.

“Uh, no, I kinda was hoping your mom wouldn’t know I was here,” he asked, eyes dropping to his feet.

You stood there, puzzled for a moment, wondering why he wouldn’t want your mom to know he was there, but shook it off, just glad he was there.

“Sure, hand me your bag,” you reached for his backpack so he could lift himself inside through your ground floor window. Once inside, you wrapped him in a hug as you usually did, but felt him flinch under your squeeze and pulled back immediately, searching his eyes for explanation.

“I just, kind of hurt my ribs,” he explained sheepishly.

“And your lip?” you questioned him gently, motioning to your lip after noticing it for the first time once he was in the light.

“Oh yeah,” he remembered, “it was a nasty fall off my bike,” he lied.

“No scrapes on your arm?” you politely interrogated, holding his wrist and running your hand up his arm investigating.

“Yeah, no idea how,” JJ shrugged nervously, walking past you to look at the photos you had hung up on your wall. As he walked by, you could see part of his ribcage that wasn’t fully hidden by his cut out top. You saw a large dark purple bruise creeping up his side and the feeling in your stomach increased, confirming your existing suspicion. You choked back tears, not giving any reason for him to be comforting you right now.

“JJ,” you call sternly after him.

“What?” he turns around, a fake smile spread across his lips.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” you whisper, careful not to sound too aggressive.

“What are you talking about?” JJ attempts to laugh off.

“You’re lying JJ...” you start, “and it’s okay, you don’t have to say it. I just want you to know that you don’t have to lie to me. I’ll know,” you plead with him, telling him that you know him too well to believe that.

You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to touch him where he was hurt. JJ stopped insisting that it was something else, confirming she was right.

That was the first time he really admitted it to anyone, and all he had to do was stop lying because you already knew. It was also the first time you cleaned up his cuts and bruises, and cuddled him in your bed to show you love after feeling the opposite. But it certainly wasn’t the last.

You could always see through him, knew him better than he knew himself at times. If you always knew when he was lying, why couldn’t you see it this time? He thought to himself as he continued down the beach to reach you.

Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

“Y/N,” you hear from behind you. And your breath hitches in your throat. Only one person does that to you. You lift your head, indicating that you heard him. But you can’t turn around to face him yet. You keep your eyes fixed on the moon that’s hanging above the horizon, trying to find comfort in the stars that you’ve talked to for so many years.

“I thought you might be on secret beach,” he says through a smile.

“Don’t you have someone else to be attending to?” you hiss, trying to build a wall to hide behind now that he’s found your hiding place.

“That’s not fair Y/N, you didn’t give me time to say anything!” he shouts, throwing arms out in defense, “please look at me.”

But you’re frozen, terrified of what he’s going to say.

“I didn’t know what to say,” JJ pleads, “and I’m sorry I let you run away and took this long to get to you,” he says as he walks closer to you.

When you don’t move, he moves in and seats himself next to you. “Fine,” he utters in frustration as he joins you. His presence immediately softens you, unable to keep up your hardened act with him.

The two of you are silent for several moments, looking out to the ocean just like you’ve done many times before.

“And now?” you ask.

“Hmm?” JJ hums, turning his head to face you.

“Do you know what to say now?” softening your tone and turning your head to look at him too, seeing a soft smile spread across his face when he can finally see yours. The sweet expression that he’s so used to returning to your eyes.

JJ pauses, unsure where to start.

“Y/N,” he whispers and tilts his head as he explains “the only reason I was with that girl was to try and see if I could stop thinking about you.”

You open your mouth to say something.

“And I know I shouldn’t use girls like that,” he interrupts with his finger up to you. You close your mouth, glad he knew what you were going to say before you had to say it, “but I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he stresses, “and I thought we were supposed to be forgetting about it.”

“I couldn’t either,” you admit, embarrassed, bringing your eyes to meet his with an understanding expression.

“And....” he begins, but trails off, losing confidence.

You chuckle at your best friend next to you. The anxiety he’s riddled with so unlike the self-assured boy you’ve come to love.

As a peace offering, you pass him the vodka bottle you’ve had sitting on your other side this entire time.

“You’ve had that this whole time?” JJ shouts, betrayed. Taking it from you and immediately bringing it to his lips for a long sip. You take his free hand in the mean time for reassurance that you’ll love him no matter what he says next.

He lowers the bottle and exhales a long breath, shoulders falling from their apprehensive position, and he relaxes next to you, realizing that you’ve grabbed his hand when you give it a little squeeze.

“And,” he picks back up, “And I think I’ve felt this way about you for so long that I didn’t know it was love until you kissed me the other night.”

“You kissed me!” you shout and slap at his shoulder. His intentional slip up earning a laugh from you both.

When your laugh quiets, you lace your arm through the one that he has balanced on his knees and lay your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, JJ,” you confess through an exhaled breath, and lift your head slightly to kiss his cheek. You can feel his cheeks tighten into a smile against the crown of your head.

“You ruined your dress,” JJ says against the top of your head, alluding to the amount of sand and sea water that now cover the hem. You laugh breathlessly.

“Well..” you respond, lifting your head from his shoulder to see him.

“Well?” JJ flirts.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

JJ lets your words wash over him, closing his eyes and grinning at your words.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was reaching for your face, placing a hand on either side of your face to bring you in to him.

And then, after an excruciating wait, you were kissing your best friend again. You crawl closer to him to deepen the kiss, placing a hand on both of his shoulders to balance yourself as you lower your body onto his lap.

“I love you, JJ,” you whisper into his lips.

“I love you, Y/N,” he responds between kisses, “more than I know how to tell you.”

“Show me then,” you dare him. And he accepts.

Carve your name into my bedpost. Cause I don't want you like a best friend.

After the beach, you led JJ back to your room hand in hand and laid on your sides in your bed facing each other, talking for hours and returning to how you were before. The same two people, only now fully honest with each other about their feelings.

As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear JJ fidgeting with something, but you didn’t realize what it was until the next morning.

“What are you doing?” you question JJ after returning from the kitchen with drinks for the two of you years prior.

“Nothing,” he shuffles nervously, closing his knife and putting it into his pocket.

“Cute,” you say, noticing where he was hovering, and motioning to your first and last initial that he carved into your bed post while you were away.

And now, you’re looking at a freshly chiseled “JJ +” right over it.

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herzgeist-writes · 10 months

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16) Ink

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2.8k | Warnings: Cussing, a bit angsty, suggestive content

Dividers by cafekitsune

The consistent sound of the waves crashing onto the Polar Tang's belly rocks you out of your sleep. Your hammock sways gently from side to side and the sun tickles your nose. Did you fall asleep again? Unbelievable how you were still able to doze off, after that terrible nightmare haunting you, freezing you to your core.

Sore muscles stretch in a deep groan, as you turn your head to see if anybody else is around. In the neighbouring hammock lies no other than your Captain, snoring softly as his hat is pulled over his face. Did he keep you company all this time since you woke from the dream? He must have fallen asleep while looking out for you. This makes you smile and you take a few relaxed breaths, before sitting up in your make shift bed. Apparently the man next to you woke from you rustling around.

Just like you, he props himself up on his arms and shakes the tiredness of his demeanor. The two of you stare at it eachother tiredly and he huffs exhausted: "How are you feeling?" - "Better, thank you for looking out for me." Now he is the one stretching subtly and surpressing a yawn. Lowly he rumbles a deep 'don't mention it'. Back on his feet again he suggests you to take it slow for the rest of the day, since the night has probably leeched you out entirely, especially after that nightmare that occured unannounced.

"Sorry Captain, I'm late! I met (Y/n) on my way here!" - "She's awake already?", the polar bear comes bursting into the control station without knocking first. Law's neck hair stands on edge, hearing that metal getting bashed by that cursed mink. Will he ever learn? He shakes his head to his amusement. Bepo shrugs: "Yeah, I think she joined the few who wanted to enjoy the summer breeze outside today. So, I guess she'll take a nap in a hammock."

Approving to the bear's report he hums and nods slightly, before commencing the preparation for the next destination. Placing the scroll he borrowed from Gold-Tooth onto the table, he turns to his Vice Commander: "I want you to set course to the following coordinates. But considering the hazards surrounding the isle, we might have to set me off elsewhere." Giant white paws hover over the pergament, soaking in the information with his black beady eyes, Bepo recollects the Captain's thoughts. "As far as I know, these waters are filled with dangerous streams, that could fail our gauge supply tanks and we'd be crushed by sheer water pressure. Besides, our motors aren't strong enough to navigate ourselves through."

A few hours passed and the Captain and his Vice Commander come to a conclusion. "I'll board an upcoming slave boat and let them bring me to Punk Hazard. Shouldn't be too hard to avoid their gaze." - "Aye! We'll head to Zou, as soon as you leave." The plan is forged and Law is convinced this strategy will work. Too many nights he ended up without sleep, thinking only about this particular time.

Tearing him out of his thoughts, a horrific shriek resounds from above, letting the doctor's blood freeze in place. Bepo's ears twitch and he squeals in surprise: "Is that-" - "(Y/n)-ya!" Without second thought Law storms off, slamming the door open and running through the corridors, following the sad cries coming from the decks.

There you are, tossing and turning, squirming as if somebody has taken you hostage. A pained expression plastered on your face, as your tears flow down your cheeks. Not sure what to do, he just shuts off that overworking brain and follows his instincts. Carefully putting his hands on your shoulders he begins to shake you out of your sleep. Your skin is glistening with sweat and you feel extremely hot. Checking your pulse on your neck, he worries about you even more. The heart in your chest beating as if you're running a marathon. It hurts him, seeing you like this.

Never has he seen someone this anguished after a nightmare before, except himself. Perphaps, he can share the sympathy, since these kinds of dreams chased him as well for as long as he can remember. Everything his past has to offer, replays almost every night against his will, the numbness only growing stronger each time he relives the terrifying events.

The golden orb passes slowly over the melted honey coloured sky. The crew is all in for dinner, after a long hot summer day outside. Shachi, Penguin and Ikkaku prepared yet another feast for you to relish in. They even announced it with an musical interlude and waving the heart pirate flag proudly, while waltzing through the whole submarine. Penguin was the one with a trumpet, tooting an off sounding melody. Shachi called out the good news, for he is the biggest blabber mouth of the group of course. And Ikkaku swang the flag in her hands, laughing her ass off. Well, the heat must have gotten to them, there is no other way to explain, but it was too entertaining to keep them from their quest.

Everybody gathered at the kitchen, drinking all sorts of drinks and ale, while singing and dancing, waiting for the permission to dig in. Law converses with Hakugan and Uni, leaning against the isle and listening to his crew members telling about their findings and discoveries in excitement. Suddenly a crazy red head jumps onto the counter, screaming on top of his lungs: "Who's hungry?!" The men cheer, meeting the same vibe as Shachi who grins over both ears. The Captain is slightly less amused, seeing him dance on the kitchen furniture with dirty shoes: "Oi, get off!" - "Alright alright! Ikkaku, come on in!"

The curly haired lady swings the door open and holds four plates in her hands and crooks of her arms like a professional, smiling at the crew. Right behind her follows Penguin with even more feasty goodness. Everybody is in glee and takes their seat, thanking the three musketeers for their amazing work. They bow honored and wave off the compliments out of bashfulness. "It's the last few days for us on kitchen duty, so we thought we'd make something special!", Ikkaku beams while calling out at the men, giving her a round of heartfelt laughter. Jean grins: "You three are the best dorks a crew can have!"

Dinner is in full progress. Law took a seat and begins to help himself at the buffet just like the others. Someone is still missing though. You. What is this woman up to? His eyes hold out for you almost desperately. "You're looking for (Y/n)?", Bepo asks calmy, catching the Captain red handed. Of course he denies and plays it casually: "No. But now that you mention, have you seen her?" - "She said she needs to prepare something, she should be here soon."

Preparing? The surprise. The fast thinker Law is, immediatly knows what you meant by that. Impatient he plays with the food on his plate, which is rather uncommon for him. This only happens when he's insanely deep in thought, what probably seems to be the case, but this time it's not a forged plan working his mind. Why are you taking so long?

As expected the unexpected, the crew around the brooding Captain suddenly roars up in awe, as they glance over to the opened door, where a little lady stands, greeting everyone with a bright smile. "Oh my god (Y/n), look at you!", Ikkaku squeals as she hops over to you. Wearing a slim T-Shirt that leans on your curves smoothly with a low V cleavage, you reveal your surprise. The slave tattoo on your neck has been covered up with a beautifully drawn vine of poison ivy, raking down your chest, aiming for the center, but it doesn't seem finished yet.

The doctor's head shoots up as the people around him cheer happily for you. Bepo snorts as he sees his Captain act this way. The steel coloured eyes fixate on your neck, seeing the tattoo adorn your delicate looking skin. Remembering the time back at the Snooping Snowfox, where he trailed down that exact spot. A warm feeling making itself vacant in his face and even lower regions, thinking he actually kissed you there when he was under the influence.

Though he said no matter what you'd choose, it will look good on you, he seems a bit disappointed by the fact, that you didn't choose the moonflowers. Of course he respects your decision, for it's none of his business. But...

Happily you join the other table and enjoy the evening with your crew, munching down the delicious food the three made. What a day. It really snuffed you out, but this dinner is the saviour to all this, besides the fact that Law slept along side you that is. That truly made you feel better.

You haven't felt this stuffed for a long time, rubbing your full tummy groaning in satisfaction. Most of the mates already went off to bed, only Ikkaku and Shachi remained, seemingly glowing at eachother. "Ho? And you two tell me I am the love bird around here?" - "Oh shush!", you tease them, as Ikkaku flips you off with a insolent grin. Knowingly you raise a brow and stick your tongue out at her teasingly. Wishing them a good night you close the kitchen door behind you and struggle with the decision to go on deck again for a breather or just go to bed directly.

Perhaps some fresh air will help you digest all the food in your belly, so on deck it is. A fresh summer night breeze wafts over you and you enjoy the smell of grass and sea water, closing your eyes in complete relaxation. You slaunder over the wooden deck, staring up at the dark blue above. Without realising it you hum the melody of the catchy tango you heard as you danced with the Captain, back at the Golden Barrel. Such passion in only one song, just the memory gives you the urge to sway, so you simply go with it. Your mind is empty, carefree this moment.

Leaning against the railing you still bounce to the slightest in place, chuckling inwardly to yourself as you reminisce back to the fervent dance. A shadow on the opposite plattform catches your eye, it's your Captain who is apparently fetching some fresh air just as you. Then the best idea comes to your mind.

As sneaky as you can, you tip toe over to him, hoping he doesn't turn around and keeps on resting on the railing. Your goal, snatch away his hat and put it on if possible, though you are aware that the chances are really low you'll get through with this, you stay determined. It's totally worth it.

Closer and closer you are now only a step behind him, reaching up to his white fluffy accessory. For the first time you curse his tallness, since you are practically two heads smaller than him. Just one inch more! Now! Surprised, the surgeon spins around, seeking out the hat thief, but finds nothing. "Looking for something, Snow Leopard?", you scoff as you elegantly take a seat on the railing, playing with his belonging insolently.

Actually impressed he snorts at you: "Give it back." - "I'll have to decline." You always wanted to wear his hat, so you put it on your head. Obviously it's a bit too big for you, the tip slipping down and covering the half of your face, so you lift your chin to be able to see something. You feel all mighty, thus you mimic his hand movement when he casts his 'Room' and try to immitate his composed voice. "You have been judged by Law.", you can't hold in that sassy comment and a cheeky titter leaves you.

Rolling his eyes, the real surgeon of death huffs in a mixture of annoyance and entertainment, a small smile appearing on his lips as he gets closer to you: "Charming. Just terrific. Now will you please leave the operating to the professionals?" Charming indeed. His mellow eyes hypnotize you and naturally have no choice but to give in. Before placing the hat back, you tidy his messy hair and adjust it back on his head: "So handsome.", slips out of you, but before the baffled man can answer, you add "The hat! I mean the hat!"

Nice safe, (Y/n). Before you can hop off the railing, the Captain decides to hold you in place by stepping right between your legs and leaning closer to you: "The tattoo artist did a good job, you chose wisely. It looks marvelous on you." His eyes follow the poison ivy starting on your neck, flowing down your chest. You catch yourself feeling hazy all of the sudden. Thanking him with a shy simper, you consider showing him the second surprise.

"This isn't all of it.", you stutter and your Captain doesn't seem to be understanding, tilting his head, "Do you mean there is-" As your hands reach for the hem of your shirt, you slowly pull up the soft cotton glazing along your skin. Short circuits bolt through Law's nerves, not comprehending what is going on right now. Stopping you by grabbing your wrist he furrows his eyebrows: "What are you doing?" - "I want to show you the second part of the surprise."

His eyes widen in disbelief, you are undressing infront of him, though it is only your shirt, it's more than enough. Where is this going? Not expecting this he looks everywhere but at you. There you are, sitting on a railing, pinned by the man you adore, without a shirt, only a bikini top. "You know, I'm wearing a swim suit top, right?", you hum and poke his shoulder. A sweat drop builds on his temple and his gaze finally returns to you.

Earning a little taken aback 'Mhm' his pupils expand slowly, observing the tattoo you present to him. A vine of moonflowers gliding under the curve of your left chest, aiming for your solar plexus. The petals shimmer in the dim light of the night. "Surprise! I couldn't decide, so I went with both." - "Is there a reason for it to be right on your heart's side?", this question throws you off and you can't supress a blush to your demise. Though he got shy for a split second when you were pulling up your shirt, he immediately turns to his dominant behaviour. He can't let you win him over, at least not like this. That bastard. He sneers at you knowingly. Why does he ask if he knows the answer already?

Law lets out a short deep chuckle and inches closer to your flushed ear, using the unfair card against you: "It's always quite delightful, seeing you this flustered, Wolf." - "Don't get so cocky, only because you had the honor to see my half naked upper body, doctor." He must admit to himself, this snappy reply combined with your calm and sweet voice gets him off tremendously.

Oh how he wants to glide his lips along your skin and savour you, but this feels wrong, he would take advantage of you and that is unbecoming of his dignity. The tension between you keeps on growing as you hear eachother's heavy breaths and compete in an intense stare off battle.

"Pardon me, I intruded your space.", he murmurs and knocks some sense into himself by shaking his head, taking a step backwards. Instantly missing his warmth you shudder and hop off the railing, just humming an innocent 'no worries'. The cold of night is honestly refreshing, compared to the heat when the sun was up, it definitely cools one's mind.

It bugs you, that you're not brave enough to tell him the true reason of your tattoo. Seeing him leave as he wishes you good night, you hold out to him: "Captain, before you go, I just wanted to let you know...you inspire me." Stupefied the man stands in place, not turning around to face you. Wishing that he did, you carry on: "I'm more able to withstand my fears and struggles from the past, all thanks to you. And since you suggested the moonflowers at the inn in Antra, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

A short silence breaks over the two of you, which felt like an eternity, thus he looks at you with a slightly strained smile yet mellow eyes and mumbles once more: „Sleep well, (Y/n)-ya."

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00queasy00 · 1 year

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tomarrymort + not quite mermaid au:

this one is a bit messy, but you get what you see here :3 --- Harry (a magizoologist + specializes in marine magical creatures) snuck on a traders' boat to get closer to the cave off the rocky cliff side up north. Gladly the crew is very new and the captain of the ship doesn't come out often, so he blended in with everyone without any issues. They just assumed Harry paid the captain to tag along for his explorations. (time skip) Two weeks have passed and harry is beginning to get antsy. This particular crew loves to tell bed time stories about some of the creatures they've encountered on different voyages. A few different crew members have spoken about "The one that calls itself Lord Voldemort". It is a creature with bizarre hunting tactics that even the most experienced have not encountered before. From realistic mirages to bloody killings, Lord Voldemort is just as unpredictable as the crew visually described it. Some swear they've seen great big tentacles, while others said they've been lured out with the promises of wishes to their passed loved ones. The bottom denominator for all of its deadly and massacres, has been that Lord Voldemort sightings are more frequent and bloody the closer one gets to the very same cave Harry is aiming to investigate.

After every chilling story of this Lord Voldemort, has the hair of his arms standing and sweat building when Harry retires to his claimed hammock and dreams of a monster and its mysterious ways. The time has finally come, and the rocky cliffsides are getting closer and closer in the distance. Harry's is swooping in excitement and his eyes dart back and forth the ocean side. He swears he is seeing long thick tentacles drifting under the boat...but maybe it's just the trick of the fog and his excitement/anxiety to get off the boat. The traders ship is not docking him, but passing very closely to their own destination further ahead. When the boat doesn't seem to be getting any closer to the rocky cliffs, Harry decided that he needs to just jump in and wish his luck. He says his good byes and good lucks to his new friends. Right when he was about to jump head first into the dark waters... The boat was violently & aggressively split in two! Pillars, wooden scraps, and people are thrown from above, below, and sideways, as the boat is rapidly sinking in itself at an alarming rate!! Harry barely remembers the exact details as he grabbed onto the nearest empty crate.

He mainly recalls the screeching of something demonic and nothing like any marine creature he knows. (time skip) He first comes to, with a blurry image of a...boy...man?...approaching him. The ringing in his ears and the pain is all he can full process, before smacking his head again on cold stone ground. If he tries hard enough, he swore that he felt something cold combing his hair. The second time he is awaken, is to the sounds of the violent water smacking against the cliffside and a sound of soft coo-ing. "Are you awake?" a whisper-like voice says. Harry's eyes snap open and he gets up on instinct. Only for dizziness to hit him and he tumbles into a solid body and warms holding him tight. "It is okay. You are okay now." The voice says, and helps Harry sit right up against slimy stone walls. "Harry, right? I've heard stories about you...It's an honor to finally meet you. I am a fan" The voice continues. "Wah..? The, the ship..." Harry mumbles and blinking to try to stay awake. The voice: "your ship and everyone in it, is no more. but do not worry, the abomination is gone. you are safe now. here with me." (done) ------ i cannot think of more but!! More or less: Lord Voldemort is an ancient wizard that turned himself into a sea witch, mainly with the appearance as a sea serpent. He likes to hunt with mirages and toy with his food before painting the waters red. He stays mainly near the cave, but sometimes ventures off when he is particularly bored. He has overheard his prey speak about a well-known magizoologist that has made countless marine discover. (harry is like newt here lol) He likes to pose as a human for harry at first, and say the predator in the water is hunting harry in particular (since hes the only survivor) but really, lord voldemort is just fucking with harry and grows to deeply love him and plans to turn harry into a magical sea creature like him till the end of their time together

#tomarrymort writing #rambles

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mostlysignssomeportents · 7 months

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The Lost Cause prologue part IV

I'm coming to Minneapolis! Oct 15: Presenting The Internet Con at Moon Palace Books. Oct 16: Keynoting the 26th ACM Conference On Computer-Supported Cooperative Work and Social Computing.

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a rollicking solarpunk adventure about defending the Green New Deal from seagoing anarcho-capitalist wreckers and white nationalist militias; Bill McKibben called it "a chronicle of mutual aid that is politically perceptive, scientifically sound, and extraordinarily hopeful":

The book comes out on Nov 14 from Tor Books and Head of Zeus, and I'm running a Kickstarter campaign to pre-sell the ebook, hardcover and (especially) the audiobook (Amazon refuses to carry my audiobooks, so this is the only way to get them into readers' hands); you can back it now:

http://lost-cause.org

To whet your appetite, I'm serializing the book's prologue, which really kicks things off:

Here's part one:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future

And part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/07/met-cute-ugly/#part-ii

And part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/09/working-the-refs/#lost-cause-prologue

And now, part four:

A couple of my friends were working on an AP science project— they’d made an enzyme they thought would break down polyethylene at room temperature—and I’d promised that I’d help them after school. Walking home past Verdugo Park, I ran into some more friends sitting in the grass and chatting, so I sat with them, watching the kids on the playground and the dog-walkers and the swordfighting class boffing each other with foam swords, and hours slipped by.

By the time I headed home, the sun was low and the day was finally starting to cool off. I remembered that I’d forgotten to pull the blinds before going out and imagined how hot and stuffy the house would be. Maybe Gramps had gotten back early enough to lower them. Otherwise, I could lie in the backyard in my hammock and do some reading while I waited for the house to air out some.

The blinds were drawn. I went in through the back door and dropped my bag on my bed, stripped off my tee and pulled on a fresh one, and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

“Gramps?”

He didn’t answer, which I figured meant that he was playing his podcasts through his hearing aids. They were supposed to be smart enough to pass speech through, but they struggled with people shouting from other rooms. I grabbed some more iced coffee and went into the living room.

Gramps was sitting in his spot on the old sofa, staring out the window. “Gramps?”

He didn’t look around. I moved into his line of sight and then drew back. His face was set in a mask of rage I hadn’t seen since I was a kid and came to live with him, the face he’d make before he’d hit me. He hadn’t hit me in a long time, not since he’d raised a bruise where one of my middle-school teachers could see it and she’d called CPS on him. They’d made him do a month of mandatory anger-management classes.

“Gramps?” I reached for him but didn’t touch him. He was quivering.

He fixed his gaze on me. Glared.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He stood up. He was shorter than me now, and couldn’t quite straighten up, but it still felt like he was towering over me. “Kid, you know exactly what’s wrong, and don’t pretend otherwise.”

Oh.

“Gramps, he could have killed me. I saved his life. I know he’s a friend of yours—”

“Shut the fuck up about that, kid. Don’t talk about my friends. Don’t talk about who I know and who I don’t know. You know what that dumb asshole Mike Kennedy is up against? Forty years. Seven felony counts. Most of ’em to do with you: kidnapping, assault, attempted murder. Death penalty shit. Don’t think that the DA isn’t going to use that, the feds have got a hard-on for anyone who doesn’t toe the line on their Green New Deal bullshit. They’re gonna tell him that either he testifies against his friends or he’ll get a lethal injection. Kennedy’s no genius, either. He’ll cave. You just watch.”

“Gramps—”

“Shut up, I said. You think saying my name on your viral video is gonna help anything. Shit, kid, why didn’t you just turn me in yourself?”

“Come on, Gramps. I didn’t plan this, Mike did.” I wanted so badly to leave, but Gramps was between me and the door. “Tell you what, let’s go visit him. They’ll let him have visitors in lockup, right?”

Gramps sagged back down into his chair. “Kennedy’s not in lockup. They let him go an hour ago.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, that sounds good, right?”

He shook his head and gave me a disgusted look. “No, kid, that doesn’t sound good. That sounds like he ratted everyone out already. In which case he’s a fucking dead man.”

I took a deep breath. Gramps was clearly on the brink of losing it altogether and telling him he was being overly dramatic would definitely push him right over the edge. “If that’s true, then maybe you should talk to your other friends, or maybe him—”

“Just shut up, okay? Don’t talk about shit you don’t and can’t understand. Look, if Kennedy sold out his friends then he’s got what’s coming to him and besides, there isn’t a damned thing in the world I could do to stop it. But what’s more likely is that he didn’t say a word, but they’ve put him on the street so that people get the impression that maybe he did, and now he’s in fear for his life and the only way to save his skin is to run back to the station house and start talking. It wouldn’t be the first time they tried that stunt. And the fact is, it doesn’t matter which one it is because he’s gonna get shut up before he can do that, because everyone understands what’s going on here and what’s at stake. So me calling that sad sack now would just make me the last person who spoke to the victim before he turned up dead.”

“That’s terrible.”

“No, kid, that’s life. What’s terrible is that my own grandson is involved in this ugly stupid mess, and that every dumbass on the internet is trading clips with my name in them, doxing me, associating me with this ridiculous garbage.”

Now I was starting to get mad. “I didn’t do it on purpose, you know. Your friend threatened to kill me. I didn’t tell him to get up on that roof or fill his Super Soaker with hydrochloric acid.”

“Yeah, you didn’t, that’s true.” He picked up a beer from the table next to him, finished the last swallow, set it down. “You didn’t. But you were and you did and now—” He shook his empty beer. “Ah, shit. Brooks, listen, you know that my friends are okay, but some of their friends . . .”

I knew. I’d sometimes spot Gramps’s friends marching with the Maga Club groups, carrying ugly signs, conspiracies and racism and “demographics are destiny.” Or set up with a table on Magnolia on Food Truck Friday, showing videos about “the great replacement” and “socialist tyranny.”

“I know who you mean.”

“None of ’em ever liked you. They didn’t like your father even before he went to Canada with that woman. When he did, well, that sealed it for ’em. To leave America and go work for the socialists? Kid, it’s a good thing he never tried to come back here, I’ll tell you that much. Far as they’re concerned, the only good thing that rabbit flu did was kill a bunch of foreign commies, agitators, traitors, and climate bed wetters. By which they mean your father and mother. And by extension, that means you. Your sex thing doesn’t help either—”

My head filled with that buzzing sound I heard whenever Gramps tried to talk to me about sexuality. The fact that I wouldn’t call myself straight made him crazy. The fact that I wouldn’t say “gay” or “bi” or any of those old-fashioned terms made him absolutely bugfuck. “Queer” was okay with me, or “pan,” but honestly, who the fuck cared? Why would my grandfather need to know which people I wanted to fuck and which people I did fuck? I’d explained this to him calmly and I’d had shouting matches with him about it. My other friends had problems with this stuff, sure, but their parents were able to at least pretend to understand. Gramps was a generation older and not only didn’t he understand, he didn’t want to. “Just pick one, kid,” is what he’d say, and then I’d overhear him saying worse to his friends when they took over the kitchen to play poker or the living room to watch a game.

“Jesus, Gramps”—that buzzing sound was blood, of course, coursing in my ears as my rage built and built—“would you just shut up about that bullshit? I don’t care what your asshole friends want. In case you didn’t notice, one of them nearly murdered me last night—”

“Shut. Up.” Loud, in that boss voice he used when he was getting everyone else to listen to him, whether it was on a jobsite or during an argument over cards. “Yeah, one of my friends just about murdered you last night, but he didn’t, did he? You know why? Because of me. Because of who I am in this community. Our name, Palazzo, it goes back a long way in this town. We’re Lockheed originals, thanks to my own dad. That counts for something. You’re safe because you’re my grandson, that’s what I’m trying to explain to you. But it’s not a get-out-of-jail-free card. You’re not untouchable.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” I hated it when Gramps acted like he was in the Mafia because he and his friends were the kinds of assholes who periodically got drunk or disturbed enough to commit some act of idiotic vandalism.

“Kid—” he started. I left.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

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yours to tame

ship: captain hook | killian jones / peter pan rating: explicit a/n: this is set in a very specific au featuring peter and killian in the first curse, but i don’t want to give too much away in case i wind up doing more with this au

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Chapped hands cup the cardboard sleeve around his caramel mocha as Peter gets up from his darkened location in the back of Storybrooke Coffee Co. Boot laces caked with salt and sand, he steps over to his target. Killian sits with his back to him — either he’s feeling brave or he hasn’t seen him. More likely the latter.

After texting him this morning, he’d half expected to have to go down to the shipyard to drag Killian out of the Jolly Roger himself. But he’d finally gotten a begrudging one-word response, and he knew where he’d find him. Peter knows Storybrooke Coffee Co. the only place that Killian will voluntarily go for coffee, since Granny’s Diner is all but guaranteed to be swimming with local government, school teachers, sheriffs, and a whole manner of people he doesn’t want to interact with. Peter also happens to score cheaper coffee here, as a few of his friends work as baristas.

He sets an artificially warm hand at the back of Killian’s neck, feeling the chilled chains of his many necklaces which adorn his throat. It’s a bold gesture for them in public, but Peter doesn’t care. He never did – it was Killian who made up these rules, protecting them from nosy PTA moms and their even nosier kids.

“Good morning to you,” he murmurs, sliding around to take a seat across from Killian, hand still on his neck until the last possible moment. Bottle-green eyes assess the hungover man, taking in the haggard look in his gaze, the way he seems half-torn, ripped a little before someone could fully commit to it. Peter clicks his tongue and tilts his head, bottom lip slightly pushed out. “Someone’s had a rough night.”

Killian shifts, working his jaw as icy blue eyes follow Peter into his seat.

“Every night is a rough night,” he responds quietly. He nudges a plate forward with his knuckles, passing it across the table to Peter. “Raspberry and cream cheese danish.” He punctuates the sentence with a swig of his own coffee. There’s little doubt in Peter’s mind that Killian wishes it were Irish coffee at this moment.

“You should really see someone about that,” he murmurs with no intention of stopping Killian’s self-destructive habits. If he truly wanted to, he’d take himself out of the sailor’s life. He’s not benevolent.

“And you’re generous, offering me your – what day is it? Thursday? – Thursday morning treat.” He accepts it, hardly one to turn down something free and sugary. The danish is the tiniest bit stale, but enough mocha in his mouth has it literally melting, and that’s good enough for him. “Someone wake up on the right side of the hammock this morning?”

As he speaks, he stretches out his legs beneath the table, until their booted ankles brush. He leans his legs against Killian’s, as if daring him to pull away.

Killian hesitates, freezes, and Peter grins around his next sip. He watches the conflict spill across his features, winter sunlight sharpening the hard edges of his face, and feels the warm slide of denim against cotton as Killian pulls his legs back.

“Just hungover,” Killian clarifies, eyeing Peter as he enjoys his morning treat. “Why did you text me this morning? Shouldn’t you be out spray-painting buildings and getting into trouble, since you’re clearly not in school.”

Peter raises a tawny brow. “I’m bored. And I haven’t been in school for weeks, you know this.” So the story goes, having decided college was too much of a bore for him, he quietly dropped out and landed in Storybrooke, away from his parents and anyone who knew him. Then he proceeded to lay out his own network, re-establishing himself

( not that Killian would know, not that Killian would remember )

until he found someone who would rent to him, thus securing his own place.

He stretches out his leg a little bit further, brushing the toe of his boot against Killian’s shin, green eyes cold and hard all of a sudden. He doesn’t mind causing a bit of a scene here – Killian took the bait and withdrew, and now he has to show him the consequences to those actions.

“Peter…” But the helplessness is clear in Killian’s tone, and Peter preens, even as the sailor softly commands, “Stop.”

He pulls back further, tucking his legs beneath his chair as he takes another swig from his coffee. “You can’t do that here. When we’re alone, fine, but not in public.”

“And why is that?” Peter asks, brows furrowed. He tilts his head, side swept hair barely visible beneath a black beanie – stolen from Killian about two weeks ago and not yet given back, if it ever would be. “Tell me, Killian. Why is that? you let me into your boat, into your bed, and yet —”

“Because those places are private, Peter,” Killian interrupts, and oh how Peter tires of this man’s blind confidence. “I barely want people knowing I exist, much less that I’m fooling around with a 19-year-old college drop out.” His next words are softer, almost pleading, and it helps to assuage Peter’s raised hackles.

“I can’t have you doing this in public, mate.”

“You run from the truth as if it will save you, but you’re so blinded by it you have no idea where you’re going, nor what it is, exactly, that you’re running from.” The words, spoken in a low murmur, carry across the table, punctuated with a sip of his drink. Killian truthfully does have no idea, not that Peter is going to be the one to break it to him. He’s not got his ducks quite in a row yet – but once the flock returns to roost, he’ll be ready and waiting.

For now, he crosses one leg over the other, staring into kohl lined eyes, waiting for Killian to dig himself deeper.

“…You’re awfully cryptic this morning,” he murmurs back, watching Peter. “Just…drink your sugar water and let’s get out of here.”

Defiantly, he stands with the mocha still mostly full, with the other half of the danish in his other hand. “Follow me,” he says, and proceeds to weave through the coffee shop goers, heading towards the door. Freezing cold air greets him as he steps outside, frozen kisses against his cheeks and nose, and he buries them into the scarf he’s wearing – another thing stolen from Killian.

Read the rest here!

#ouat #once upon a time #killian jones #peter pan #captain pan #which i always miswrite as captain pain and ykw that's not entirely wrong #anyway trying a new format with advertising my fics on here #a partial crossposting sounds good enough #the crownless king

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ribbondee · 2 years

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"DJ Sitting", a Splatoon Oneshot

Callie and Marie are going away to Calamari County for the weekend, so Sophie aka Agent 4 is put in charge of babysitting Octavio. Hilarity ensues.

The sun was shining. The weather was clear. Plus, she had gotten ten wins in a row in Turf War. Overall, it was a perfect day.

Sophie was doing what she normally did when not in battles- lounging by the Crust Bucket and munching on a Schwaffle. Her phone buzzed just as she was finishing up. It was a text from Marie. It read: "Hey Four, me and Callie are going to Calamari County for the weekend so we need you keep an eye on the DJ for us. Can you handle it?"

She texted back: "Yeah sure!"

"Thx. See you there."

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Sophie arrived in Octo Canyon, clad in her Agent Gear, Hero Dualies in hand. There was Marie, sitting by the cabin waiting for her.

"Where's Callie?"

"Already waiting at the train station", Marie said, "now here's a list on what to do."

The list read as follows:

"9 to 10 am- Breakfast time

11 am to noon- Lunch

5 to 6 pm- Dinner

(All food for him is located in the cabin, and is located in labelled containers), said a hastily scribbled note below the time schedule.

To feed him, open the slot at the snowglobe's base and place the food inside. It'll then be elevated inside the dome. If he needs to go to the bathroom, Let him out- BUT, always, ALWAYS, make sure he doesn't run off anywhere. If he does, you're fired."

"Seems easy enough", Sophie chirped.

"Trust me, he's actually a real pain to deal with", Marie groaned. "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Yep! I've got my weapons in case he tries anything! How hard can it be?"

"Well since you're so sure, guess we'll leave him in your hands then."

"You can count on me!"

Marie smiled, then gave Sophie one last look before turning into her squid form and going through the grate that led back to Inkopolis.

Sophie turned to the snowglobe, which held the Octarian DJ who was clearly less than pleased that Sophie of all people was left in charge of supervising him, evidenced by him mumbling Octarian curses under his breath.

"Hi Mr. DJ!"

Octavio just grunted curtly, turning away from her. Sophie pouted, then checked the time. It was almost noon, which meant it was time to feed him. "Ok! Lunch time!"

She entered the cabin with excitement, having never actually been in there before. It seemed even smaller on the inside. It contained only a minifridge, a hammock, and some food trays.

She opened the minifridge, and it was just like Marie had said. Containers of food were in there, with "breakfast, lunch, and dinner" labels on them along with some beverages. She opened one of the lunch containers, and inside were some steamed clams and a bag of chips. She put them and a can of tentacola on a tray, and brought it to the slowglobe outside. She opened the compartment, placed the tray inside, and it closed. Almost immediately, the floor inside the dome opened, and the tray was raised up inside before it closed again.

"Clams huh", Octavio mumbled.

"What's wrong? Do you not like clams?"

"It's just... been a while. And do you mind?"

"What?"

"I ain't a fan of people eyeballing me while I eat."

"Well my job IS to keep an eye on you."

"I'm. In. A Snowglobe. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

"What about all those times you got out then?"

"Callie let me out because she wanted to put the shades back on."

"Ohhhh right. Anyway, enjoy your food! I'll be over at the cabin if you need anything!"

"Whatever."

Sophie went over to the cabin to let the Octarian DJ eat in peace, and pulled out her shellphone. She decided to text Marie. "Ok I've fed him lunch. Is he always in such a bad mood?"

Marie responded almost instantly. "Yep pretty much. I'm arriving at the train station now. My signal might get weird while on the train, so we might not able to talk for a while."

"Ok."

She closed the texting app, and decided to play some Squid Jump to pass the time. She had managed to get through at least 10 levels when there was a tapping sound. She looked up, and saw that it had come from Octavio tapping on the glass. "Done", he simply said.

"Okie dokie!"

She put her phone away, and went back over to the snowglobe. "Was it good?"

"Meh. Just take the tray and get it over with."

"Fiiiine, Mr. Grumpy Pants."

She pressed a button by the compartment, and the opposite of what happened earlier occurred. She took the tray out, closed the compartment, and sat down in front of the snowglobe with the most innocent of smiles on her face.

"Go away."

"Can't. It's my job."

He rolled his eyes and turned around, his back facing her.

"Why are you so mean?"

"I'm just too old, too tired, and too sick of life's shit- or squit, as you Inklings call it."

Sophie, horrified, clamped her hands over her ears and gasped.

"What? Haven't you ever heard someone cuss before?"

"Yeah but I don't like it."

"Well you're gonna have to get used to it, especially from me."

After that several long, silently awkward minutes followed.

"Uh", Sophie said trying to start conversation, "I like your music!"

Octavio turned back around to face her. "You... you do?"

"Yep! Both the originals AND the remixes! Is it come kind of alternative techno?"

Octavio chuckled. "Kinda. It's Octaronica. Invented it myself."

"You invented an entire music genre?! Wow neat!"

"It's just weird."

"Huh?"

"No Inkling has ever admitted to liking my music... that is, except for..."

His voice trailed off, and he suddenly got a faraway look in his eyes.

"Um... hello?"

That seemed to make him snap back to reality. "Uh it's nothing."

"Ok? Alrighty then."

Sophie got up, and went back to the cabin and sat down. It had barely been half an hour, yet it felt like much longer. No wonder Marie wanted a break from babysitting the DJ. To think that she had to do this for an entire weekend.

"Hey, kid."

Sophie turned to look at Octavio. It was odd, becuase usually SHE was the one to intitiate conversation between them. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so nice to me all the time? I don't get it."

"Uh... why wouldn't I be?"

"Gee I dunno, maybe because I'm the enemy? The so-called 'bad guy'?"

"What do you mean so-called?"

"From our point of view, you squids are the bad guys."

"Uhhh... there WAS this thing about you squidnapping Callie and brainwashing her..."

"Ok fair point. Still, we need those little zapfishies more than you."

"You do? Why not just ask us to share some?"

Octavio paused. He tried to think of something to say, but was speechless.

"Oh. My. COD. You never thought to simply ask?"

"Uh... no?"

Sophie burst into uncontrollable laughter, much to Octavio's further embarassment. "Sorry", she said wiping tears from her eyes, "if you just asked, all this bad stuff could never have happened!"

"Okay okay, I get it. Now, about the whole you being nice all the time thing."

"Huh?"

"I heard you tried making friends with my mooks instead of splatting them..."

Sophie's face lit up. "You bet I did! I even managed to get the Great Octo-thingies to give me the zapfishies without a fight!"

"You- WHAT? How?"

And so Sophie went into a long, detailed story of how she befriended each Great Octoweapon that stood in her way (getting WTF reactions from Marie as she did so).

For the Oven, she had pulled out her weapon in a panic as one of the loaves came at her, only for it to get jammed (lol) in said loaf's eye. It wailed in pain as ink gushed out of the wound. Sophie, feeling terrible, screamed that was sorry and pulled the weapon out. She used the sleeve of her hero hoodie to clean the wound, and gently patted the injured loaf saying it was gonna be ok. Afterwards, instead of looking angry as usual, it smiled and convinced the other loaves to spit out the zapfish.

For the Octo Samurai, as it was about to attack her, she shouted "WAIT!!!" She then used her own roller to create a drawing of a squid. She gestured towards the Samurai, saying it was his turn. He raised his roller like he was gonna hit her, only to quicky make an anime-styled drawing of itself. They had a drawing contest for at least 30 minutes, and that was enough for the Octo Samurai to decide it liked her and hand over the zapfish.

For the Octostomp, she let it do its face smash thing. When it was about to do it again, she screamed for it to wait. Surprisingly, it stopped, seemingly confused. She took her Hero Dualies, splattered her face with them, then smashed her face on the ground, leaving a humorous faceprint. "Now it's YOUR turn", she said, "and this time, make it huuuuuge!"

The Octostomp went all the way to the edge of the arena, took a running start, jumped at least 30 feet in the air... and SMASH. The whole arena was COVERED. Sophie, who had somehow survived, started to laugh. Octostomp laughed too, big deep laughs that seemed to shake the ground. All Sophie had to do then was ask for the zapfish, and it obliged.

As for the Octoshower, all she had to was jump onto the showerhead the Octocopters were holding, sit down, and go on into a long, perilous tale about how she managed to win 100 turf wars in a row. They just floated there and listened, in spite of Marie screaming at Sophie to splat them and be done with it. When she finished, they gently set the showerhead down, and let Sophie take the zapfish.

When Sophie finished telling it all, Octavio was dumbstruck. "I don't believe this... those weapons were designed for destruction of squidkind... NOT TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THEM!"

Sophie giggled. "A little kindness goes a looooong way!"

"Not everywhere."

"Huh?"

"You may have been able to do it there, but it won't work in some places. Like when you... fought me..." He shuddered. What should have been a good fight turned into something humilating when Sophie tried the same thing with him. She had grabbed onto the robotic fists, and allowed herself to be taken up in front of the Octobot's cockpit. "Hi", she would exclaim everytime much to Octavio's annoyance.

She eventually realized she had to fight, but even as she did so, she would prattle on about wanting to be friends or some other sappy bullsquit like that. When she was about to bodyslam him with the modded Rainmaker, she suddenly changed course and landed beside him instead. Marie was shouting at her through her headphones asking what she was doing. Sophie set down the Rainmaker, and started making her way towards the DJ who began to panic, saying to stay way or she'd regret it. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear only... to feel something wrap around him. He opened his eyes, and to his horror, her arms were wrapped around him in one last attempt to to befriend him.

He screeched for him to let her go, only for her to go "mm-mm" and hug tighter. Marie, after she had gotten done being stunned, had Sheldon pilot the truck down there so they could capture Octavio and put him back in the snowglobe.

As he was hauled into the truck, he screamed that he'd be back, and that he'd splat all of them- especially Sophie.

Octavio, still having flashbacks to all this, shuddered again. It was at that moment he knew he hated that agent more than the last one he'd fought. He shook himself out of it, then sighed.

"You know, it's kids like you who end up perishing in battle."

"Huh?"

"Do you think me or the Inklings had to be nice to get through the Great Turf War? No. We had to FIGHT for the land that was left so we wouldn't perish."

"Why couldn't you guys just share the land like we do today? There's room in Inkopolis for both squiddos AND Octos! ...incuding you!"

Octavio snorted. "Like Hell. Even if I wanted to, what makes you think they'd let me in?"

"I dunno. Maybe after all that's changed for the better, they'd be willing to give you a second chance! ...if you're willing to take it."

She pleaded with him with her eyes, sticking out her lower lip. "I know that somewhere deep down past that tough shell of yours, is the man you used to be! Just give us squids a chance... pleeeeaaaase?"

He was about to say no, then got an idea. "You know... maybe you're right."

"Really?"

"Maybe I HAVE been holding onto the past for a bit too long..."

"So you'll be good from now on?"

"Suuuure, if you just let me out of here." He began to cross two tentacles behind his back.

Sophie, being the sweet, naive Inkling she was, pressed a switch on the snowglobe's base. The glass opened by splitting in half, clear fluid spilling out all over the place. "Ok so-" began Sophie, only to be cut off by the DJ's laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA, YOU FOOLISH SQUID! DIDJA REALLY THINK I'D BE GOOD JUST LIKE THAT?!"

"Nonononono!"

He slithered over to the grate, and was preparing to go through it. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Sophie whipped out her Hero Dualies, and fired at him. Bright yellow ink splattered all over him, and, after taking enough damage, went flying back onto the snowglobe's base. While he was still in a daze, Sophie pressed a button which re-sealed the dome and it began to fill with the same clear fluid.

"Aw fishsticks", Octavio groaned.

Sophie was in disbelief over what just happened. Was she REALLY that gullible? She had to stop herself from saying yes out loud. Marie was right. Octavio WAS a pain. Something told Sophie this was going to be an interesting weekend...

#splatoon #oneshot #fanfiction #splatoon fanfiction #funny #dj octavio is an asshole change my mind #sophie is an innocent bean

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mt-musings · 29 days

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To Inherit the Night - 3

She took a freezing bath in the makeshift tub before retreating to her room. She felt numb, just horribly numb. She pulled out the sheath of parchment from her coat’s hidden pocket and set about analyzing it, half for something to distract her from the fact that now Paloma was looking after four orphans, that every day the war dragged on the toll only grew steeper and steeper, and half hoping there would be something of use to lead her to the next nest to clean out.

Yuri had to know she wouldn’t stop, just like she wouldn’t stop killing Empire spies any chance she got. How could she, when she knew the consequences of letting them live, of the innocent blood they were bound to spill? Better she bloody her already crimson hands than allow them the chance to hurt anyone else. And if they did kill her, or worse—

It was better her than someone like Gull. She’d at least deserve it.

She read slowly through the pages, stomach churning as they described the experiments they’d run with the luminescent blue liquid that sat on her shelf next to three others, how a few drops injected into the blood was enough to turn a normal, Crest-less person raving mad, how it left those with Crests overcome by them, logic giving way to bloodthirsty, beastial instincts. How, on rare occasions, it could be used to magnify an implanted Crest.

She pressed the heels of her hands hard into her eyes, fighting a wave of tears. She’d given them this new, horrible method of torture and destruction. Not willingly, of course, but it was her fault what had happened to the villagers in Remire, to the border towns along the Dukedom.

It was her refined blood that led them to rip each other apart like beasts, to claw out their own eyes and tear at their ears. Her potent blood that fueled a new wave of Crest experiments, most of which ended with the victim dying in complete agony.

Perhaps her father had been right to try and kill her.

She looked up at the sound of knocking on the door, quickly brushing away the tears that had managed to fall.

“What?” She asked, voice sharper then she meant it.

“It’s me.”

She sighed, not bothering to get up to undo the lock, instead sending a tendril of shadow to do it. Yuri stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He sat next to her on the hammock that served as her bed and passed her a plate of still steaming food, her stomach rumbling at the mere smell of it.

She hadn’t even realized she was hungry.

He didn’t say anything, instead picking up the pages she’d set aside. He’d never been the sort of person for platitudes and sweet little comforting lies, even when they were kids. Sometimes she thought it was because he was sick of them by the time he got back, could shed the persona of whoever he’d had to become to get what he needed. Sometimes she thought it was because she’d always been able to see through them. She was glad, either way.

She leaned against his side as she ate, glad for the simple affection, the human contact. The only time she touched another human on most of her runs was if she was killing them, and she usually didn’t even let them get within touching distance before she ripped their innards from them.

It was inelegant, but oh-so efficient.

Yuri absently wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he read, ruffling her hair like when she was little. She finished her dinner, laying her fork carefully on top of the chipped plate before getting up to set it aside. Yuri looked up, eyes searching her face.

“It’s not your fault, Magpie. You know that right?”

“Whether it is or isn’t, it’s my responsibility.”

“Not yours alone. It can’t be.”

She didn’t say anything, instead sitting crosslegged in front of the pack she’s stolen from the Empire spy and unpacking it. Most of it was strictly practical—blankets and a warm change of clothes and dried provisions, the same sort of things she carried with her, just of a marked better quality. But there was a seal hidden in an inner pocket with half a dozen wax sticks and a pocket watch she’d wager was real silver. After a few more minutes of searching she found a brass case of cigarettes engraved with the phrase “Loyal to the Death.”

She tossed Yuri the seal and the wax before offering him one of the cigarettes. The seal could certainly be useful to her, but Yuri had always been the forger, her attempts clumsy and childish. Yuri eyed the case a moment before taking a cigarette, catching the match she threw at him easily and striking it on the bottom of his boot. She lit her own, reaching up blindly to the shelf above her for the long nail she kept next to her trinkets. She knew who’s family motto it was, though neither she or Yuri acknowledged it. It made plain exactly who they’d been spying for, how intimate their involvement with the Agarthans.

She hated that her heart still twisted painfully in her chest at the thought of him all these years later, hated that the sting of his betrayal hadn’t lessened. Maybe it was because it hadn’t been a betrayal, merely a byproduct of her own idiocy and blindness and her last shredded remnants of foolish naivety.

She’d thought they shared the same sort of complicated understanding of morality, that often people needed to do bad things to ensure good could happen, that they needed bad people to get rid of worse people so the rest could live in a better world. She’d thought, perhaps, they’d both been those sorts of people, burdened with the task of ensuring no one worse than they walked freely, that whatever was necessary to ensure peace and prosperity and safety for their people was done, no matter the personal cost.

But he was just another arrogant noble, content to pave Edelgard’s path with the blood of the innocent commoners, content to give Arundel and the Agarthans a free reign of terror despite the fact that Edelgard herself showed all the tell-tale signs of their cruel experimentation. She supposed it had been enough for him, to protect her from their cruelty, even if he had to offer up the rest of Fodlan to ensure it.

She hated that she’d so desperately wanted him to be different, hated that there had been a part of her that had trusted him, despite knowing better. A part of her that thought he cared about her, that wanted him to care.

Yuri was right—she was a damn fool.

She took a deep draw as she used the nail to scratch the ‘th’ of ‘Death’ into a ‘d’.

A sentiment greatly born as consequence for such loyalty.

Cecily leaned back against the wall, savoring the sweetness of the tobacco as she scratched more designs into the brass, covering the surface in dozens of eyes. They were the sort Claude favored on occasion, of particularly good quality and far above anything she could ever afford. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the agent had been a low lord or a second son of a baron.

The last time she’d gotten to indulge had been in Derdriu, when they’d climbed up onto the roof of the old Riegan estate and smoked half a dozen each, sharing a few rare moments of vulnerability while staring up at the stars, pretending everything was easier, that they were just a pair of old school friends and not a freshly-minted Duke and a makeshift spymaster.

“I have to meet up with an old contact in Enbarr. I’m leaving at the end of the week,” Yuri said, eyes carefully trained on the trinkets scattered across her shelves. Cecily’s stomach dropped.

“Shae?”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t. Send Rook or Lark. Hell, you take the Leicester run this time and I’ll go.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“They know you, Yuri. They know your face, they know you’re the Mockingbird. You can’t.”

“Shae won’t meet with Rook, you know that.”

“She’ll meet with me.”

“She’ll consider it an insult. And if she has what she’s promised—Magpie, I can’t risk it.”

“What’s so important you have to go?”

He shook his head. “I just—It’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you make it to Derdriu.”

She ground her teeth but didn’t answer. She knew she couldn’t make him stay, any less than he could stop her hunting down the Agarthans.

“Promise—promise you’ll come back, alright?”

He laughed, the sound easy and light but not enough to disguise the fact that it was forced, that it was meant to put her at ease. “Do you think this is my first run? I’m not the Mockingbird for nothing, you know.”

“I know. I just—I couldn’t bear it, if anything happened to you.”

He surveyed her, giving her a sad sort of smile. “Oh yeah? And how do you think I feel, every time you come back broken and bloody?”

“It’s not—You know it’s not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

“It’s not. You know it’s not. I know—I know if something happened to me you’d be sad, but—Yuri, if something happened to you—Goddess. What would happen to the birds, to everyone we managed to get out of Abyss? What would happen to your mom? People need you.”

“I need you. And if something did happen, they’d have you. They depend on you, same as me. I know you’d take care of them. Just—it doesn’t matter, because nothing’s going to happen.”

She nodded, ignoring the foreboding feeling in her gut. She didn’t want to argue with him. It wasn’t like when she was a kid, or when they’d been in Abyss and at the Academy and they saw each other all the time. Time like this had become few and far-between and ever increasingly precious.

Yet another of the small casualties of the war.

~~~

Hubert looked up at the opening of the War Room’s door. He was the only one left, the others long since gone to bed. He’d half expected it to be Lady Edelgard, freshly awoken from a nightmare to soothe herself with work, but it was a far less welcome face.

“Marquis Vestra,” Lord Arundel said, closing the door behind himself. Hubert kept his face schooled, well-practiced in hiding his loathing.

“Lord Arundel. I thought you weren’t returning to Enbarr for another fortnight,” Hubert said, turning back to his work.

“Yes, well, certain recent events necessitated my personal attention.”

“Nothing too unpleasant, I hope,” he said, hoping for the exact opposite.

“Someone is hunting my agents, Marquis Vestra. Destroying my labs, my research—I’m sure you can guess the sort of issue this presents.”

“Are you in need of assistance identifying your saboteur?” Hubert asked, forcing himself to appear just as uninterested, to keep at his report as if his heart wasn’t lodged in his throat, his blood ice in his veins.

“No, I have a very good idea of who it is. She should be familiar to you, she also studied at the Academy. A tiny thing, white hair, mismatched eyes, horribly scarred.”

Rage flared at that, at the self-satisfied way he spoke of the scars he’d given her, the agony she’d been forced to endure at his hands.

“I highly doubt her capable enough to do as you suggest,” he said, knowing she was, knowing, somehow, she was more dangerous than he knew. “She could hardly read at the Academy, I doubt she’s stealing your research.”

“Perhaps not for herself,” Lord Arundel said, eyes boring into Hubert. He stared back, unimpressed.

“It sounds like you have your work cut out for you,” he said, turning back to his report.

“If one of your agents should run upon her, Marquis Vestra, know that I want her alive. That I will pay handsomely for such a feat, though I will still pay for her corpse. It is of particular interest to me.”

That gave him the briefest millisecond of pause before he forced his response, just as blithe and uninterested as ever.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then you have my thanks. Have a good evening, Marquis Vestra,” he said, lingering a moment before turning on his heel and departing, the door snapping shut behind him. He waited a moment before tossing his quill aside, dropping his head into his hands.

If Arundel truly meant to hunt her in earnest—she was but one girl. Clever and beguiling and tenacious, but still just a girl.

Perhaps not just a girl considering the fact that he wanted her alive. He might have thought the request was for mere torture, had he not also said that he’d take her corpse if not. It wasn’t a simple case of vengeance, she was a case study, an experiment gone horribly awry.

It would at least explain some of the peculiar moments at the Academy he’d forced himself to brush off. Moments he could have sworn she was a practiced caster, bordering on extraordinary, but he knew—he knew she could barely light a candle.

Was it a Crest she hid, something twisted and forced upon her by Arundel’s mages in the same way one had been force upon Edelgard? Or was it something strange and innate in her, something Arundel wanted to extract and weaponize for himself?

Death would be a mercy compared to anything he had planned for her.

He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

He’d seen terrible things, done terrible things, but the things that happened in those labs—Lady Edelgard would talk about it when they were still children, when she couldn’t sleep and she’d find him, still awake and working. She’d tell him about the cruelty, the pain and isolation, about listening to those it broke and being able to do nothing.

And he knew, he knew, she had to have been treated better than any of their other victims. She was an Imperial princess.

Cecily had only ever been a little kitchen girl.

And she’d still been kind, after all of it—to him of all people.

He couldn’t—he couldn’t let Arundel get his hands on her. Perhaps he could save her. He’d try, do whatever he was able to and if not—

He’d see her death was painless, her body burned before Arundel could get his hands on her.

He owed her that, at the very least.

His stomach twisted unpleasantly at the thought. He’d gone into this war swearing to himself that he was prepared to pay any price to help Lady Edelgard realize her dream, that everything beside that was so utterly secondary and he knew—he knew he would do what ever it took, whatever was in his power to see that it happened.

But this—this was almost too much.

#hubert von vestra #hubert von vestra x oc #yuri leclerc #multichapter #slow burn #friends to enemies to lovers

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sinclaircherry · 3 years

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LETS PLAY A GAME| JJ Maybank

warning: lose of virginity, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

Being apart of the pogues was something Y/N had always enjoyed. Weather that was fishing with Pope, saving turtles with Kie, swinging in a hammock with John B, or goofing off with JJ, she’d always loved it. They were her heart, her lifeline at this point. Nothing could break them up, and there had been zero secrets among them. With that law in motion, the four knew every single person JJ would sleep with and how great it had been. By now, it was something they’d all been use to and didn’t bother scolding him for it. That being said, sex life out there and all, they all also knew Y/N was a virgin.

She was beautiful, truly one of the most stunning girls to walk the face of the earth. And it wasn’t like she didn’t have opportunity, because she had plenty of people throwing themselves in her direction everyday. But with the rule of no Kook and Pogue macking along with no Pogue and Pogue macking, all she ever had was the tourons. And maybe it made her clique and a prude, but Y/N didn’t want to loose her virginity to someone she barely knew and she’d never see again. Plus, with it being her first time, she wanted it to be with someone that would listen and understand her anxiety and wants.

The Pogue knew that, they always had. But now, with the summer here and so much tension built up, Y/N was tired of waiting around for a partner to come along. She was horny and wanted to have sex so badly, wanted to crave the thirst of it more then anything. The idea struck her in a dream actually, one that woke her up whimpering and arching her back. JJ’s hands pressed into her hip bones as his head was between her legs in this dream, waking not only her but also a sudden need and want for the boy.

Y/N always did find JJ so beautiful, even when he’d annoy her to no end and never keep his mouth shut. She loved JJ though, he’d been one of her closest friends and she’d walk through fire for him if he ever needed her too. It’s why Y/N strayed away from the idea so long, scared of what it might do to their friendship. He’d often times stay at her house to get away from his own father, and Y/N enjoyed the company with her own lack of partners around. Tonight has been one of those night, and the perfect opportunity for a face mask.

“Soft?” Y/N asked after JJ whipped his face clean of the mask, rubbing her hands over the transformed skin, “Isn’t this fun?”

“Soft and smooth.” he gave a accent with his words, running his hand on his face before looking at her, “Let me feel yours.”

Y/N leaned over and let him feel her face, shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch more. JJ grinned at the affection before pulling his hands back, causing her head to jerk up again, “Softer then mine.”

“Good genes.” Y/N gave a shrug, earning a grin, “Hey, JJ?”

“Hey, Y/N.” he mocked her.

“You know you’re my best friend and i’d never do anything to jeopardize our friendship and you mean the world to me, right?” she asked him with a raise of her eyebrows, legs moving around in her criss crosses position.

“Oh god, what did you do?” he asked her with alarming eyes. Y/N cracked a grin as he drummed on her knees slightly, “Duh, I know. Where is this coming from?”

Y/N hesitated, “I have a game.”

“A game?” the blonde rose one eyebrow, “Do tell.”

“Give me your full consent to touch you very inappropriately first.” Y/N said quickly before she could sike herself out.

JJ’s eyes widened, “Consent granted, go on.”

Y/N flashes a nerves smile as her face reddened, raising her hands to place on the side of his face before letting go, “You just mimic my actions.”

JJ did as he was told, placing his hands on the side of her face before letting go as well, “Now what?”

“Now it’s your turn and I mimic your actions.” Y/N nodded her head, seeing a flash of shyness in his eyes as his hands places on her shoulders and ran down her arms. Y/N did the same when he was done, “Now your turn?”

Y/N nodded her head as she hesitated put placed her hands on his chest, running his collarbones before dragging her hands gently down to his belly. JJ watched her with hooded eyes, catching them as she finished. He questioned her through his gaze, earning a nod as an okay. JJ tried not to grin as she moved her hair back, his hands placing on her collar bones with the similar rub before running his hands down her swelling breast. Y/N sucked in a breath when he passed her nipples, pushing closer before his hands were off of her suddenly. She met his eye as her voice came through as a whisper, “Your turn.”

JJ hesitated but ran his hands up her thighs, rubbing them slightly and stopped right at the bottom of her shorts. Y/N wasted no time to do the same to him, watching as he squirmed in the slightest when she got higher before letting go.

“We’re at a even number now.” Y/N said, her voice was nervous and her eyes glistened in innocents, “This is when we have to know what the other is thinking in order to win the game.”

JJ’s eyes flickered to her lips, “I hope we win.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, watching him as they leaned in on sync. Her hands lightly placed on the sides of his face when their lips met. He kissed her with force and passionately, wasting no time to push harder against her. Y/N hummed at the feeling of his lips on hers, leaning into him more as he worked her soft ones. JJ’s hands placed on her waist, rubbing slightly through the thin material. Y/N felt him calm down slightly and kiss her much more gentle, pulling back a second with one final peck to her lips. Her eyes stayed closed a moment before fluttering open and finding he’d still been staring at her.

Y/N smiled shyly as she bit the inside of her lips, “You’re a good kisser.”

JJ grinned in confidence, “You think so?”

She hesitated, “Can we do it again just to make sure?”

JJ gave a low chuckle, leaning over and cupping her face in a kiss. Y/N mimicked his actions from before with her hands placed upon his waist, rubbing gentle circles. She snuck her hand under the tee, rubbing the skin on his back and coming around to caress his stomach. He sucked in at her touch, but she followed with stern and lightly feathered finger tips. Y/N’s hands gripped his waist tightly as she began laying back, taking him with her. JJ dug his palms into the mattress of her bed, keeping them connected at the mouth.

Y/N wrapped a leg around him, pulling his lower body down to press into her own. His closed and hard cock pressed against her closed pussy, earning a sudden gasp from Y/N. She didn’t expect it, eyes wide as he pulled back.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N.” JJ cursed as he reached down and tried to tuck it away. She grabbed his wrist to stop him, the icy blue eyes flickering up at her.

“Don’t be sorry.” she whispered with a small smile, “Just do it again.”

JJ smirked at her words and let himself go, coming back down to press onto her again, “Is this all part of your game?”

“No, this part is real.” she hummed, running a hand through his blonde locks, “Is that okay with you?”

JJ grinned and peaked her lips, “Perfectly fine in my book. But are you sure? I know you’re a v-“

“I really wanna do it with someone I know and trust.” Y/N nodded her head, gazing up into his eyes, “I wanna do it with you.”

JJ gave her a grin, “You’re in good hands, pretty lady.”

Y/N watched his head dip down and placed kisses to her neck, head tilting for better access. JJ licked areas on her skin, sucking and kissing them along with way. Gentle sighed came from Y/N’s lap as she grinded up against him. JJ moaned against her skin, making her to do it again. Y/N messed with his tee shirt, giving him a whine and tugging at the end. JJ got the hint, sitting up and pulling it over his head. Y/N gazed up at his body with stunning eyes. She’d seen his shirtless so many times, but now he seemed so beautiful and all to her. Y/N ran her palm up his abs and as far up as she could reach, suddenly making eye contact and giving a smile, “Beautiful.”

JJ blushed as he leaned down and kissed her lips again, his hand roaming her abdomen, dipping his fingers under the material and pulling them away again. Y/N pulled back, “You can take it off.”

“You sure?” he asked her with questionable eyes. Y/N nodded as she sat up some, his hands pulling the material off and letting it join his shirt on the floor. Y/N’s lack of bra was JJ’s new favorite thing, gazing down at her breast with mesmerized eyes. Y/N became bashful and embarrassed under his gaze, squirming and heating up. JJ grinned at his effect, looking up at her, “Whats wrong, baby?”

“Stop staring.” she flushed and looked away.

“Can’t help it.” he said through kisses to her turned face, “So gorgeous.”

Y/N laughed lowly and wrapped her arms around his neck, turning to meet his lips once more. JJ kissed her a second before moving down her body some, kissing her collar bones and the upper part of her breast. Y/N arched upwards when he placed a kiss to her right nipple, mouth parting slightly and begging him to do it again with her body. JJ listened as he kissed her buds again, moving to do the same to the other. Y/N sighed in content as her eyes fluttered slut, feeling his lips wrap around it and give a suck. A moan escaped her lips, hand coming down to run through the back of his hair. She was gentle with her hand, not wanting to inflict an form of pain onto him because she wasn’t sure exactly how his father hurt him, and what he hadn’t told her or the others.

“Like it?” he asked her, coming up before going down again and sucking on her buds. Y/N whined and nodded in response, running her hand through his hair until he started to move down her body move. The piercing blue eyes flickered up at her, locking eyes as JJ’s hands ran along her thighs, “Want me to eat you out?”

“Is that okay?” she wanted to make sure. JJ cracked a grin, not answering her as he pulled the elastic shorts down her legs. Y/N pushed up to get them off her ankles, legs parted as JJ looked down at her lack of underwear.

“No panties?” he teased her, laying on his stomach.

“I sleep better without em.” she said back casually, earning a small giggle. Y/N turned her head on her pillow to look down at him, toying with the bedding under the pair. JJ blew on her swollen clit, having her squirm some. Y/N’s legs tightened, wanting to lose them but he’d been in between them.

“This okay, Y/N?” the way her name came off his tongue had her rolling her hips.

“Yeah.” she said back breathy, feeling her whole body heat up. JJ grinned at how cute she was, kissing her inner thighs and inching close and closer to her most sensitive area. Y/N flinched each time he’d move, chills spreading across her body. Her leg looped around his back, moving her right hand to run through the blonde locks again. Y/N grinned against her skin and took her by surprise when he finally put his mouth on her. Y/N breathed heavy as broken sighed escape her mouth. Shes masterbated with her fingers, vibrators, and pillows but the lips of JJ felt completely different. Y/N gave a small moan as he shook his head against her core, tongue licking and flicking at her clit.

“JJ.” Y/N moaned his name, pushing her hips up into him as a habit. JJ hummed against her, throwing his arms across her lower stomach to keep her still. The blonde boy grinned when he felt her free hand latch onto his, giving it a small squeeze in reassurance as he lapped her up even more. Y/N struggling to move her hips more, using her leg to pull him down closer. JJ pushed his head down into her clit more, causing more pressure as she moaned again. Her back was begging to be arched, hand tightening on his own hand tighter. JJ gave a few hums against her clit, making Y/N throw her head back as the pressure formed in her core, “I’m close.”

He picked up his speed, moving his head and tongue faster as Y/N held her breath before her body gave the stutter, the release finally taking over. JJ listened to her moan one after the other, much louder as she came for him. He waited until she reached down and shoved his head back, “I’m good, sensitive.”

She was taking deep breaths and slummed back on the pillow. JJ smiled as he pressed a small kiss to her throbbing clit, watching her hips buck away from him. He hovered over her nude body with a smirk, “How was it?”

Y/N laughed slightly as she pulling him down, hugging you into him, “Amazing. You’re so good at that, JJ, oh my god.”

JJ leaned on his elbows, kissing Y/N on the forehead and peeling hair from her face. She brushed her nose with his and peaked him on the lips. She wiggled around and felt his hard, closed dick on her naked pussy. Y/N grinding up into him, smiling when JJ shut his eyes in content. She leaned up and kissed his neck, like he’d done her before brushing across his collar bones. JJ let her linger a moment before yanking his head back and pressing his mouth to hers much longer. After a moment, he pulled away as her eyes fluttered up to him, “Wanna keep going?”

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked her, messing with one of her hands that was over her head, “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, I wanna keep doing this with you.” she spoke, staring into his eyes intensely, “Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect.” he grinned, kissing her lips again and sitting up. Y/N went with him, grabbing at the waist band of his shorts. JJ watched his sweet, innocent little best friend pull his shorts down his thighs before he collapsed on top of her again and wiggled out of the the rest of the way. The thin layer of underwear he wore had his hard dick against her sensitive clit. Y/N sighed at the feeling as she rolled her hips up onto his, “Impatient?”

“A little.” she said honestly, earning her a peak on the lips.

“Do you have any lube? So it won’t hurt you?” he asked her, glancing around in questioning.

“In the cabinet in my bathroom.” Y/N said back with a nod. JJ left a kiss to her bare chest before standing up and hurrying off toward the bathroom. Y/N laid naked on her bed a moment, giving herself a miny pep talk as her heart thumped in her chest. She was nervous, yet excited all at once. JJ was her gorgeous best friend that got around with everyone, she knew he knew what he was doing and would take care of her. Before her thoughts siked her out, he was charging back toward her bed and jumping in with her. Y/N giggled when her body bounced with his, the pair sharing a small laugh and cheeky, innocent smiles.

“Legs open.” he teased her in a mocking like voice. Y/N opened her legs for him, throwing one over his body so he’d be in the middle of them again. JJ pushed them open some so he had access to her core better. He spread the lube over his two fingers, sitting back and rubbing between her lips. Y/N reddened again as she wiggled slightly. JJ held her thigh to avoid her moving too much, rubbing the opening of her slit with the lupe. One of his fingers dipped inside of her slightly, earning a small flinch. JJ looked up, “Did that hurt?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it.” she said back to him, meeting his eye and giving a smile.

JJ smiled back as he continued to massage the lupe along her opening, getting her wet as well in the process, “Are you nervous?”

“A little bit.” she said back with a nod, coming up on her elbows to watch him, “You know i’ve never done this before.”

“Yes, I know.” he joked with her, looking up, “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/N/N, promise.”

“I know.” she agreed with him, “But I don’t wanna be horrible at it.”

“I’ll guide you. You won’t even have to do anything besides relax.” he spoke to her with a kiss to her knee, “Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” she agreed, watching as he shut the lid on the bottle and tossed it aside. JJ hovered over her to kiss her on the lips, his back arching down to her as she rubbed his back. JJ pulled one of his hands back, grabbing the waist band of his underwear. Y/N felt him do so, reaching down to help him slide them off. She felt JJ’s dick rub against her slit slightly, gasping into his mouth while he got them down his legs in no time. He pulled back, watching as she stared up with wide eyes.

“Just relax.” the blonde encouraged with a smirk across his lips, “Just trust me, okay? I’ve got you.”

Y/N nodded as she brushed her nose with his. JJ wrapped his arm under her back, using his other hands to guide himself through her slit slightly. Y/N rolled her hips at the feeling, feeling the head of his dick rub around her opening slightly. Their eyes met as he gave a nod, “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, relaxing in his arms as JJ gently pushed the head in. Y/N’s eyes widened again as she laid still. JJ stared down at her, “You okay? Does it hurt?”

“A small pinch but not bad. Just different.” she nodded her head, running her hands across his shoulder blade, “Are you good?”

JJ had to laugh as she gave a odd look, “Yeah, i’m good. Can I push in more?”

Y/N nodded her head, arms pulling him into her more. JJ’s abdomen touched hers as he began pushing inside of her more. Y/N’s lips parted as her eyebrows knitted, trying to get use to the feeling. There’d been a lot of pressure and she was relatively uncomfortable, but JJ’s breathy moan was enough for her to enjoy it. He bottomed out and dropped his head into her neck, breathing heavy. Y/N ran her hand through his hair as her other rubbed his back, sitting still a moment as he gave gentle whimpers into her neck each time she moved her hips to get use to the feeling. He shut his eyes to contain himself before she spoke, “You can move now.”

“You sure?” he asked, breathy like. Y/N found it extremely hot, the way he was weakening with his dick inside of her. She gave a grin of reassurance, leaning upwards to kiss her lips slightly. JJ listened to her instructions, pulling out slightly and slowly before pushing back in. Y/N shut her eyes as he did it again, arms relaxing as she hummed, “You like that?”

“Do it again.” she encouraged, making him push into her more and coming back in again. Y/N gave a whine as she nodded her head, “Can you go just a little faster.”

“Mhm.” JJ hummed, picking up his hips some as his own moans fell from his lips. Y/N got wetter at the sound, opening her eyes to watch his beauty hover over her with his eyes shut and mouth parted. She held his face, kissing his neck and sucking the same areas. JJ moaned louder when she did it, snapping his hips down into hers. Y/N moaned at the feeling, making him stay still and hit that exact spot again, “You feel so good, baby.”

Y/N ran her hand through his hair as his hips picked up again, making her fall back into the pillow with a breathy moan. JJ kissed her breast when she arched her back up to him, whimpering like a mess under him. JJ’s moans were much louder then hers were, whimpering and giving her sudden moans when he’d trust into her.

“Feels so good, JJ.” she praised him with a kiss to the shoulder, “So good at this.”

JJ’s confidence was flying through the roof at her words, wrapping his arms around her as his hips pushed deep into her. Y/N hummed as he buried deeper in her, coming out against and continuing his pace. JJ met her eye suddenly, staring into Y/E/C, “Anyone else gonna make you feel this good?”

“Never.” Y/N shook her head, “No one else.”

“Good girl, tell me.” he encouraged her, cupping her face and giving her a open mouth kiss.

“No one else will ever make me feel this good.” she repeated as he squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his hips slightly.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, voice shaky, “I’m close.”

“Anywhere’s fine.” she nodded, rubbing his back, “It’s okay, JJ, you can cum.”

His words sent her over the edge as he pulled out and jerked himself off as he came all over her stomach. Loud moans and breathing, high pitch whimpers came from his mouth as he came. Y/N enjoyed the feeling all over her, staying still as he rode out his high, milking himself clean until he nearly collapsed. His hands dug into her hip bones to keep his steady, eyes squeezed shut. Y/N grabbed his wrist slightly and rubbed small circles.

JJ’s eyes snapped open and met her gaze quickly with wide eyes, “Jesus christ, Y/N, that was so good.”

“I know.” she agreed while he searched for his underwear, “Like, way better then what I was thinking.”

“Were you doubting me?” he asked her with a eyebrow raise.

“oh course not.” Y/N shook her head, “But I figured I wouldn’t like it because it was my first time.”

“But you did?” he asked with a smirk, pulling his underwear back on as his looked over at her.

“Loved it.” she said dramatically with wide eyes. JJ laughed, leaning over and peaking her on the lips. He grabbed a kleenex from her bed side, whipping her clean of his cum as she weakened under his hands.

“Me too.” JJ spoke as he cleaned her off, “I’m glad you asked me, Y/N. I didn’t want you to do it with a rando anyways.”

“Wanna do it again?” she asked, having him look her way alarming, “Not tonight, i mean. But another time. I have some stuff I wanna try and you know my body so well.”

JJ cracked a grin.

“But if this was just a one time thing, then I get it.” Y/N nodded, though she hoped it hadn’t been. JJ leaned down and cupped her face, bringing his lips down to kiss her tenderly and passionately.

He pulled back and kissed her nose, “We can do whatever you wanna do.”

She grinned, getting her shorts back on and moving over so he could get in with her. JJ watched her pull his shirt over her head and fall back onto the pillows, looking over. They made eye contact and laughed at the other, rolling on their sides to face each other.

“I can’t believe you let me finally fuck you.” he joked in disbelief.

“Same.” she said back, locking their legs and running a hand through his hair, “I’m so glad we did that.”

JJ moved in closer as she cuddled up into his neck. He rubbed her back gently as her hands roamed his shirtless body, “You wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course.” JJ hummed and kiss her forehead softly, “So, what else do you wanna try?”

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Star Eyes, Zuko is mistaken as Water Tribe.

Gift for @muffinlance based off this post and this one

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It was night when they found him. A quick examination showed blood on the back of his head. As they pounded on his back someone noted his eyes. “Gold eyes.” They called. “Are you fire nation?” The boy lifted his head and the light of the lantern caught his eyes reflecting back at them. “Of course I am.” The kid snarls. “Star Eyes.” Someone breathed. Shit this kid was one of theirs. “Could be the child of a war bride.” Was suggested by someone. “At least he’s not a fire bender.” There was a laugh that was quickly interrupted by the star eyed boy himself. “Yes I am.” “Well that was.... honest.”

Star eyes were only something seen in the water tribes though. Even if this kid was a fire bender he had to be water tribe. More then likely the result of a woman stolen from her tribe during a raid and raised as Fire Nation since he looked enough of the part. But he was young, probably just recruited or practically forced into joining the military. There was a easy way to figure out how dangerous this kid was or rather how much more dangerous he was considering he was a fire bender.

“Have you ever killed someone?” Hakoda asks crouching before the boy lifting his chin in one hand so the boy had to look him in the eye with those gold colored star eyes. “What? No ... I don’t think.... No.” The kid seemed confused the blood on the back of his head suggested a head wound but this kid was young probably just assigned to a ship only to get knocked overboard by either by a storm or by another soldier. Those eyes probably didn’t make him popular or the fact that this kid’s eyes kept sliding away from Hakoda’s own suggested he may be a fey child.

“What do we do with him?” Somebody asks as they watch the kid cough up water, curling and uncurling his fingers against the wood of the deck his eyes cast down. “We keep him for now. His mother is probably Water Tribe war bride if he is star eyed. Have Kustaa check him over and if he survives we figure out what to do from there." Hakoda announces to the crew. They took care of their own and until they figured out who his mother was and could turn him over to her family if she had any left the crew of the Akhult would take care of him for now. Half Water Tribe and the child of a war bride was still Water Tribe and like hell were they going to turn him over to the Fire Nation to continue using as a weapon.

Kustaa later informed him the boy had hypothermia as well as potentially severe head trauma it was hard to tell right now. The kid mistook him for his uncle. Which uncle they weren't sure. It's possible the boy's mother had a picture of her family she either managed to take with her or she drew herself or he could be thinking Kustaa was his father's brother. The escape attempts didn't help some of the crews opinions on keeping the kid but considering he was raised as Fire Nation and was in a strange place so its expected that he would try to escape although climbing the mast was something Hakoda really wished he didn't do along with scaling the side of the ship.

Kustaa had mentioned the boy called for his mother while delirious along with begging his father for forgiveness pledging his loyalty to him and pleading no to the man which didn't paint a pretty picture of the man or gain much favor of the fire nation in the crews opinions. "Tell me about your mother." Hakoda suggests sitting up on the mast beside the boy. Glowing gold eyes blinked at him. "I remember trailing robes. She favored long sleeved robes with delicate embroidery. She had long hair I remember her brushing mine when I was little. I would sit in her lap and she would brush my hair talking to me about theater or turtleducks or plants. Different things she liked. I think I would sometimes tell her about my day or what I had done recently I don't remember clearly its... faded almost. Fuzzy. I barely remember what she looked like."

Hakoda frowned the boy was water tribe he had to be with those star eyes of his but why wouldn't his mother tell him about her people, her home. Maybe she couldn't? Maybe the boys father was so controlling he made sure she never spoke of home to their son? Then the boy said something that made him rethink everything he knew about the kid. "Uncle said my hair is alot like hers. Or it was. I don't even remember why I shaved it." The kid frowned obviously struggling to remember rubbing his head with one hand. The head wound had left him confused he didn't rember his name or much of anything recent but he remembered he had been burned for cowardice supposedly or partially for that but what did the fire nation consider to be cowardly? Kustaa suspected the boy's own father burned him based off what they gleaned from fever dreams and night terrors.

“What did she look like?” Hakoda questions softly holding his breath hoping he was wrong with the hunch he had. “Elegant, beautiful, she had long straight black hair that was so soft and amber eyes with flecks of true gold in them she wore long sleeved red robes with elegant embroidery. The sleeves would bellow and she would hide me in them when I was little.” The boy continued to talk about his mother someone he remembered fondly although all the details suggested the hugs, the turtle duck kisses and every else stopped when the boy was small. Something happened to his mother and Hakoda was beginning to suspect it may have something to do with the boys true parentage. But how to suggest it to the kid without breaking the poor things mind? The whole crew already suspected he was spirit touched as the water tribe liked to call those who were different mentally the earth kingdom called them fey and not all of the earth kingdom where kind to them.

“If I promise no one on this ship will hurt you and we won’t turn you over to the Earth Kingdom will you stop with the escape attempts?”Hakoda asks when the boy falls silent picking at the grain of the wood under his hands not meeting Hakoda’s eyes. The kid blinked up at him startled. “Okay.” Getting the kid down the mast was surprisingly easy after that and a few more rules were hashed out before the kid was sent to see Kustaa again and the crew was gathered. “The boy’s mother was fire nation. He remembers her more clearly then anything else.” This drew murmurs from the crew some wanted to toss him over board then since he wasn’t the child of a war bride. “But he’s star eyed he has to be Water Tribe.” Toklo says tilting his head in confusion. “Exactly. We know he seemed to have issues regarding his father and Kustaa suspects he may have been the one to burn the kid. I learned his mother also disappeared or may possibly have been killed when he was young.” This gained more murmurs from the crew.

Panuk pulled in a sharp audible breath. He had figured out what Hakoda was getting at. “Does any one here know where they were about 16 to 17 years ago? If they were around the Earth Kingdom or the colonies anywhere?” Their chief had to ask if none of the men on this ship was the boys father he would have to send messages out to all the others in the fleet see if anyone remembered if maybe had met a pretty woman in the Earth Kingdom or in the colonies and spent a night with her. If the kids mother was Fire Nation and he was star eyed that meant his real father had to be Water Tribe. His mother had to have married or started a new relationship soon after and the boy looked fire nation enough to pass him off as her husband’s but the husband probably suspected what with the star eyes. There was silence followed by an uproar. “You can’t be serious?!” Aake shouted in outrage. “I’m not judging anyone but the boy is water tribe and with his mother gone we most definitely are not giving him back to the Fire Nation so we need to figure out whose he is. We take care of our own.” Hakoda soothed the crews ruffled feathers listening as the men scrambled to remember where they were and what they were doing all those years ago.

Slowly they managed to clear the majority of the crew those who couldn’t remember were left struggling valiantly to justify why they couldn’t possibly be the boys father while their youngest two crew members watched with glee obviously in the clear themselves due to their age. Once Kustaa cleared the boy Hakoda set him to work and had to add no breathing fire to the list of rules. Toklo and Panuk made friends with their newest crew member over laundry and the boy was very shouty about women’s work. And then the issue over the kid not having a name he remembered came up. Names like Siqinq, Kallik, Cupun, Tulok, Yuka and Tulugaq were tossed around. He is pretty sure they settled on Tulok simply because they already have a Tuluk and Toklo on board and that name is almost a combination of the two plus it had a star meaning behind it. The boy just wanted to fit in.

Reds were changed for Toklo’s blues and the boys hair shaved to regrow properly after Kustaa managed to break it to the kid that a real father wouldn’t abuse his son, biological or not. They picked up Bato who sympathized with them for wanting to keep the star eyed child, teach him his real culture, and find his real father but the kid was still a fire bender. A fire bender on a WOODEN SHIP!! The boy, Toluk looked like a kicked polar puppy being denied sleep in the hammock he was used to and his usual snacks when ever he wanted. They still had a lot of work cut out for them when the kid thought he would be killed over a bending accident because he didn’t fully remember he needed to mediate to control his fire. His memories were still patchy at best. So Hakoda ended up with his temporary foster star eyed child sitting in his cabin breathing with a lantern holding a dog.

The kid liked sea prunes proving he was Water Tribe at heart. He was good at using his fire bending for non evil purposes even if he protested it. He proved he shouldn’t be left alone in port either by himself or with his friends. He gained a piercing, two rusted swords, a theater scroll and a cabbage? No one seems to know about the cabbage. He can cook as it’s proven despite how spicy his cooking is and nearly gets kidnapped by prostitutes. Sex workers were not on the list of people Hakoda thought he would have to fight for custody of Tulok with. He nearly gets himself kidnapped by a Earth Kingdom solider they are allied with who seemed sure their boy was then dead prince of the Fire Nation. Never mind that the prince was dead and their boy was star eyed. The solider was surprisingly unfazed by the heat of the kids cooking. He didn't end up kidnapped despite his best efforts.. The kid really needed to stop climbing the mast. “Prince Zuko?!” Hakoda’s kids seemed to also mistake Tulok for the dead prince.

“That’s the Prince of the Fire Nation, dad he chased us all over and tried to capture the avatar numerous times. His sister did capture Aang.” His kids argued trying to convince him that their new foster brother was some evil prince. The kid in question for his part had more headaches then usual and just seemed more confused and angry. He remembered something. A little sister named LaLa. It takes a while but after watching their new brother and listening to the crew, “His name is Zuko, he is the prince of the Fire Nation, his father is Fire Lord Ozai does no one care about that?!” Sokka asks in outrage staring as the kid in question does laundry like its a perfectly normal thing for a prince to do. “His mother may be fire nation but his father sure isn’t.” Panuk comments dodging a wet shirt thrown by their resident fire bender. This earned laughter and calls of “Good for her!!” And “She could do a lot better!” Followed by “At least a water tribesman would treat her right!!”. Sokka groaned in frustration and confusion.

“Why is my nephew wearing blue, convinced Ozai isn’t his biological father and that he is water tribe?” General Iroh the Dragon of the West questions calmly. Tulok seemed to recognize Iroh and even called him Uncle and recognized some of the crew but he still didn’t have complete clear memories although his headaches grew worse until Kustaa told him it didn’t matter if he remembered or not he was water tribe and nothing was going to change that spirit touched or not. “He is star eyed you can’t possibly tell me the fire nation has star eyed kids that’s a water tribe thing only.” Iroh considered it briefly before dismissing it. His nephew looked similar to a young Ozai, so Ozai had to be his father even if he wasn’t much of one and his nephew deserved better then Ozai. But surely Ursa couldn’t have had an affair while married to Ozai it was impossible. Iroh tried to do the math off the top of his head of when Ursa and Ozai married vs when Zuko was born. “Look the obvious answer here is that the boys mom met with a Water Tribe beefcake and had a one night stand that lead to the boy. It’s the only thing that explains why his supposed father hated him so much and why he struggled with fire bending and is star eyed.” Bato explains grinning. “Beefcake?” Hakoda and Iroh question.

Azula finds this all far to amusing. “That just means I’m the rightful heir after all. You can stay here with your little water tribe family and I can be the next Fire Lord after Uncle.” Somehow things get worked out that their star eyed fire bender’s fire nation sister will be staying with them along side her two scary friends and the kids supposed Uncle will become the next Fire Lord once they take down Ozai. The kid is still confused and there are still gaps in his memories but they aren’t giving him back now he is their’s and the fire nation can’t have him. They still call him Tulok since the fire nation does consider the sun to be a star after all. He seems to like it better then Zuko. He still does their laundry still wears beads in his braids in red, blue and one gold. In all that’s happened no one thought to alert the rest of the fleet about what they learned leaving them in for one heck of a surprise when they reach Chameleon Bay where the rest of the men from the fleet scramble to try to remember where they were sixteen-point-nine years ago.

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