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✧ Summary: You weren’t allowed to go on the scouting trip but it didn’t matter because in the end, the outsiders come to you—four of them to be exact.

✧ Requested: Yes/No

✧ Word count: 7K

✧ Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Anxiety, not proof read/spell checked, idk prob sum else

✧ Sidebar: The past chapters are in past tense so moving forward they will be present tense. I realized idon like writing like that.

“Text like this only in italics” are Na’vi.

“Text like this in both italics and bold” are Avi, spoken b/w Avi & outsides.

“Text in just bold” are also Avi People, spoken b/w Avi only.

Text like this without quotations in italics are thoughts.

“Text like this” are in English.

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The village of Flamehaven is peaceful and quiet, with the sound of the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the tall trees that surround it. Suddenly, a loud and clear horn blasts through the air, reverberating across the village and reaching even the farthest corners. The sound repeats three times, causing all the Avi to stop in their tracks and look towards the direction it is coming from.

In an instant, the entire village is in motion. Those who were inside their huts and small shops quickly emerge, while those who were strolling through the village pick up their pace, all hurrying towards the center of Flamehaven.

The air is filled with a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation as the Avi wonder what the council of elders could possibly have to announce. It's not often that a meeting is called unscheduled, and the news must be important.

As they approach the center of the village, the Avi see that their fellow villagers have already gathered in a large circle around a rock podium.

All eyes are fixed on six figures standing on top of it, with Yäua, your grandfather and Olh'yken of Flamehaven, in the center of the group. The elders' solemn expressions and the urgency of the horn's call tell the Avi that something significant is about to happen.

You stand among the herd of Avi, your heart pounding with anticipation. You want to know what will happen to the outsider, but you're not worried. The council is reasonable enough to differentiate a threat from an ally. However, the problem is that you don’t know where the outsiders stand. You watch as the crowd mills about nervously, murmurs of concern filling the air.

You startle when a hand touches your shoulder, causing you to jerk away and look to the culprit, only to groan with a roll of your eyes. It’s your eldest brother, Kaetem, grinning down at you.

“Sister,” he removes his hand, “Do you know what this is about?” he questions with a tilt of his head, looking at you curiously.

You pause in thought, realizing this is one of those rare moments you knew something that your brothers did not. It's a struggle to hide the smirk threatening to give way to your lie, but you successfully answer him, “Nope,” with a shoulder shrug, “We’ll find out soon.”

Kaetem squints at you, not believing you in the slightest. You seem too calm, like you definitely know what's going on. He wonders why you aren't telling him what it is, but nevertheless, he nods in agreement, “We will,” looking back ahead of him just as your grandfather Yäua steps forward.

Yäua silences the crowd with a raised hand, though that does nothing to ease the tension. They all wait patiently for him to address them, to answer their questions, but mostly the one: why they are here?

“My people,” he begins, looking around the crowd as if to look each one in the eyes, letting them know that he sees them, truly, “Not to raise any alarms, but news came to me that our island has been breached by outsiders.”

His words cause gasps and murmurs among the Avi, looking at each other with feverish concern, “How is that possible?,” one inquires.

“We have been hidden for centuries. No one has found us,” another says.

Yäua nods his head in understanding, mulling over the Avi's words, “I hear your worries. To ease them, I’ll send scouts to oversee these claims, assess the situation to see if they are either friend or foe.” He ruffles the feathers on his back slightly, but stops when he glances back.

He nods and steps aside, allowing one of the elders to stand beside him. Her name is Wefi, a common Na’vi without the features like most Avi people. She is decorated in crystals and feathers of her own, each color vibrant as a Phoenix. She may not be a true Avi, but she is proud like one nonetheless.

“Eywa and Pho have gifted us, making us different beyond our home. Do not forget our ways,” she inhales sharply, rolling her shoulders back as she stands taller, “Perhaps they come for reasons, so remember to see reason as we always do. Let’s not let this situation break our resolve.”

Her words are sane and make sense, having a great power of calming the Avi like some spell cast over them—only there isn't. It's simply because they respect her and know her, so it's reasonable to trust her.

No further words were exchanged as the council of elders disperses, the weight of the unspoken words hangs in the air, signaling the end of the meeting. The Avi around you engage in muted conversations, their voices echoing with a hollow emptiness. In that moment, you make a decision to chase after your grandfather, Yäua, with Kaetem obediently following behind.

You quicken your pace, trying to match your grandfather's stride, and then impulsively blurt out your desire to join the scouts, "Pappy, I'd like to join the scouts. I truly believe I have what it takes."

Yäua's ears twitch, and he slows his pace, shaking his head in response. "No way," he answers swiftly, his tone filled with concern. He turns his attention to greet a few Avi along the way as he continues toward his shared tree hut.

Your face drops, and a sense of disappointment washes over you at how readily he dismisses your request. The words tumble out of your mouth in protest, "But I was the one who informed Grandmother. I was out there. I know where they are!"

Yäua halts his steps, sighing deeply as he turns to face you with a determined look in his eyes. There is a steely resolve in his voice as he speaks, "And that information will undoubtedly prove valuable when you report to the head of the scouts." As he notices your crestfallen expression, his gaze softens, and he gently places his hand on your head. "Now is not the time to be stubborn. Trust in Pappy."

The weight of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes give you a glimmer of reassurance, though a part of you still struggles to fully understand his reasoning. Reluctantly, you nod your head, your frown slowly transforming into a subdued acceptance. It doesn't feel fair that the bearer of bad news must sit out this crucial mission, but you recognize the wisdom in your grandfather's guidance, at least for now.

"Good," he smiles, shifting his gaze toward Kaetem, who stands silently, his expression unreadable. "And do you not agree?" Yäua asks your brother.

Kaetem shakes his head, causing his locs to sway and the beads in his hair to click softly. "No, I agree. I just... Can I join the scouts in her place?"

Your jaw drops in astonishment, your eyes darting between your brother and your grandfather. The audacity of his request leaves you momentarily speechless. "What?! That's not fair!" you protest, lightly swatting your grandfather's hand away so you can direct a heated glare at your brother. The nerve of this zawgfl (punk).

"Good idea. The scouts leave at noon. Don't be late, Kaetem," your grandfather says, glancing back at you briefly. He playfully pinches your cheeks, “Heed my warning, little one.” a mix of affection and warning in his tone, before strolling away.

Once he is at a safe distance, you turn to your brother and deliver a sharp hit to his chest, a low growl rumbling in your chest as your voice drips with venom. "How dare you?!" Your anger burns hot, and if it weren't for the familial bond, you would have inflicted a far more severe punishment. "That was incredibly undermining of you!"

Kaetem rubs his chest, though you know the blow barely stings. With his sturdy build like most Avi men, it takes more than a light strike to truly harm him. "You should have told me when I asked," he retorts, dropping his hand and blowing a raspberry. "Perhaps then I could have offered more help, instead of being kept in the dark.”

He starts to back away, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he points toward his tree hut. "Now excuse me, I have to get ready," he taunts, leaving you seething in place.

Down by the calm stream, nestled between the imposing rocks, four male Na'vi—Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Neteyam and Roxto—remain in a state of unconsciousness, seemingly undisturbed by the world around them. The vibrant blue hues of their skin blend seamlessly with the natural colors of their surroundings, their bodies gracefully draped against the cool, moss-covered rocks.

As the gentle rhythm of the stream continues, on of the Na'vi, Neteyam, begins to stir. His eyes flicker open with effort, greeted by a throbbing sensation within his skull. Blinking against the brightness of the surrounding environment, he struggles to adjust his vision.

Gradually, he pushes himself into a seated position, a low groan escaping his lips. Neteyam's hand instinctively reaches up, tenderly exploring his head in search of the source of his discomfort.

His fingertips encounter a sticky warmth, and with apprehension, he brings it closer to his face, squinting to examine them against the sunlight filtering through the foliage. A faint streak of crimson glistens on his fingertips, evidence of a minor wound that has stained his hand.

Neteyam's brow furrows in concern as he inspects the blood on his fingertips. His mind races to piece together the fragments of his memory, attempting to recall the events that led to his current state. The throbbing pain in his head serves as a constant reminder of the ordeal he must have endured.

As his gaze shifts from his hand to his surroundings, Neteyam takes in the serene beauty of the stream, its clear waters cascading gently over polished rocks. The sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of wildlife fill the air, creating a soothing symphony that contrasts with the lingering unease within him.

With a determined resolve, Neteyam pushes himself up completely from the moss-covered ground. His muscles ache, protesting the movement after the period of unconsciousness. Despite the lingering weakness, he musters the strength to stand, his legs trembling slightly beneath him.

His eye caught sight of his brother, Lo’ak, and Neteyam hurriedly stumbles to him, dropping back to the ground to kneel beside him. Neteyam places a gentle hand on his brother's chest, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his breath. Relief floods his heart as he realizes that Lo'ak is merely unconscious, undisturbed by the throes of their shared ordeal. Neteyam's worried expression eases slightly, grateful that he remains strong.

Neteyam finds himself contemplating the awakening of his brother, Lo'ak, from his unconscious state. However, just as he prepares to take action, a soft groan pierces the serene ambiance, causing Neteyam to turn his attention towards Roxto. With eyelids fluttering open, Roxto emerges from his slumber, revealing drowsy blue irises that gradually sharpen into focus.

A fleeting expression of confusion passes over Roxto's face as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and the sight of Neteyam kneeling off to the side. His gaze shifts from Neteyam's presence to the motionless form of Lo'ak nestled among the rocks, causing a surge of concern within him. Scanning the area, his eyes land on Ao’nung a few feet away, still lost in the embrace of deep sleep.

An intricate tapestry of questions weaves itself into Roxto's mind, interlacing curiosity and unease, "Neteyam?" he murmurs, his voice a mixture of relief and inquiry. His gaze sweeps past Neteyam, seeking answers amidst their surroundings, "What happened?" Roxto's voice carries a subtle urgency.

Neteyam's voice trembles with a mix of worry and confusion as he responds to Roxto's inquiry. "I... we fell," he stammers, his finger pointing towards the direction they came from. His eyes flicker with uncertainty, searching for confirmation in Roxto's gaze. "Over there, I believe. Are you alright? Can you stand?"

Roxto's movement slows for a moment, contemplating. The ache in his muscles pulse with each deliberate motion, but determination fuels his resolve to overcome the discomfort. Nodding, he meets Neteyam's gaze. "Yeah, I can," he affirms, a glimmer of resilience shining in his eyes.

Relief flashes over Neteyam's features, a fleeting smile pulling his lips. He gestures towards Ao'nung with a slight tilt of his head. "Good. Check on Ao'nung," he instructs, his voice laced with trust in Roxto's capabilities. "I'll do my best to wake up Lo'ak." With purpose, he turns his attention back to his brother, his hand gripping Lo'ak's shoulder.

"Lo’ak. Lo’ak." Neteyam's voice quivers with concern as he continues to shake his brother, desperately hoping for a response. His worry deepens with each passing moment that Lo'ak remains unresponsive. A knot of anxiety forms in Neteyam's stomach as he tries to fathom what might be keeping his brother from waking up.

Neteyam's hands tremble slight as he carefully examines Lo'ak's body, his fingertips tracing over Lo'ak's arms and chest, searching for any signs of injury. He checks for broken bones or deep wounds, his touch gentle yet urgent. Finding only minor scratches and bruises, Neteyam's brow furrows in confusion, unable to comprehend why Lo'ak remains unconscious.

"Lo’ak, bro, wake up," Neteyam pleads, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and urgency. He tightens his grip on Lo'ak's shoulders, as if trying to physically coax his brother back to consciousness.

Time seems to slow down as Neteyam waits anxiously for any sign of life from Lo'ak. Every passing second feels like an eternity, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, echoing the fear and hope that swirl within him.

And then, finally, a flicker of awareness crosses Lo'ak's features. His eyelids flutter, revealing glimpses of his eyes beneath, clouded with confusion and discomfort. A curt grunt escapes his lips, a feeble indication of his returning consciousness.

"Neteyam?" Lo’ak's voice is weak, barely above a whisper, but the sound brings a surge of relief to Neteyam's weary soul. It is a reassurance that his brother is still with him, that they can face whatever challenges lie ahead together.

A moment of gratitude washes over Neteyam as he registers Lo'ak's awakening. The tension in his muscles eases slightly, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm here, Lo’ak," Neteyam says, his voice steady yet filled with underlying concern. "You had us worried there.“

"Us?" Lo'ak questions, his gaze sweeping the surroundings in search of their companions. Movement catches his eye behind Neteyam, revealing Roxto assisting Ao'nung, who winces and holds his side in pain. Lo'ak's attention returns to Neteyam, extending his hand towards him. Without hesitation, Neteyam grasps it firmly, pulling his brother up to stand beside him. Lo'ak's brows furrow as he stands tall, his voice filled with concern, "What happened?"

Neteyam sighs, a tinge of exasperation evident in his voice as he recounts the events that led to their current predicament. "We fell, remember?" he says, his tone tinged with frustration. "It happened after we were being chased by those creatures."

Ao'nung interjects, his voice filled with disdain as he joins the two brothers, thanks to the help of Roxto, "Can we even call those things animals?" he remarks, a hint of bitterness in his words. "Even the Ikran are more friendly than them."

Quickly Neteyam positions himself on the opposite side of Roxto, supporting Ao'nung's weight and relieving the strain on his injured side, “You’re not wrong. Something was off about them.” Neteyam replies, looking over to Lo’ak after, “We gotta find the others. You lead the way.”

Lo'ak's ears instinctively draw back in response to the suggestion, a flicker of reluctance crossing his features. It's not a task he is typically entrusted with, and for good reason. However, given the dire circumstances they find themselves in, there is little room for argument.

With a nod of acknowledgment, he turns his gaze away, his hand reaching instinctively for his trusted knife. But as his fingers search for the familiar handle, a wave of panic washes over him as he realizes it is missing. A curse escapes his lips as he frantically scans the surrounding area, hoping to spot his lost weapon, but it was useless.

He exhales a frustrated huff and steps out of the stream, his decision made. He resolves to stick close to the water's edge and follow its meandering path, trusting his instincts and the wisdom imparted to him through countless hunting teachings.

He knows that water is a lifeline, an invaluable resource that attracts life in its search for sustenance. In his heart, he clings to the hope that his parents, the guardians of his knowledge and strength, may be nearby, drawn to the life-giving flow of the stream.

Neteyam, Roxto, and Ao'nung follow closely behind Lo’ak, their eyes scanning the dense vegetation for any signs of movement or life. The air hangs heavy with anticipation as they press forward, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet.

Time seems to stretch as they journey deeper into the forest. The sun casts long shadows that stretch across the forest floor, signaling the approaching dusk. The angle of the sunlight, slanting from the east, confirms that evening is descending upon them. A subtle unease settles within them, a reminder of the urgency to find safety before darkness blankets the land.

Despite their careful observation, the forest remains eerily quiet. The usual sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves are notably absent, leaving an unsettling void in their surroundings. The absence amplifies their awareness, sharpening their senses to detect even the faintest disturbance.

Suddenly, a rustling sound breaks the silence, originating from a dense thicket ahead. Lo'ak's instincts kick in, his muscles tensing as he brings the group to a halt. His gaze fixates on the source of the movement, his mind racing to assess the potential threat. A sense of déjà vu washes over him, triggering a surge of adrenaline and caution.

With a hand gesture, Lo'ak signals the others to prepare for any outcome. They form a defensive formation, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to react to the unseen danger that lurks within the foliage. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, as if time itself holds its breath, waiting for the inevitable revelation.

Lo’ak turns to them, "We're good," he reassures them, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and cautious optimism. However, before the smile can fully spread across his face, a sudden gust of wind cuts through the clearing, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding.

In a blink of an eye, the world around them blurs as figures materialize from the shadows. Na'vi-like warriors, their bows drawn and arrows aimed at the group, surround them in a calculated display of force. Tension thickens in the air, each heartbeat resonating with uncertainty.

A collective drop in the boys' hearts signals their realization of the dire situation. Bewilderment and alarm etch themselves onto their faces, their minds scrambling to comprehend the unfolding events. They search for any signs of recognition or familiarity among the encircling warriors, desperate for some understanding amidst the chaos. Yet, answers remain elusive, they didn’t look like them, at least not 100%.

But they were mainly focused on their survival, that there was little time to think about that their differences. Apprehension washes over the group in a tidal wave as they find themselves at the mercy of these unknown Na'vi warriors. Their bodies instinctively freeze, every muscle poised to react at the slightest provocation. Time seems to stretch into an agonizing eternity as they stand on the precipice, their fates hanging precariously in the balance.

Silence envelops the clearing, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the weighty breaths of the warriors. The boys remain trapped within a delicate equilibrium, teetering between hope and despair, waiting for the next move that will determine their destinies.

A path clears as a towering figure strides forward, his presence commanding attention. He stands tall, his formidable figure exuding strength and authority. With broad shoulders and a muscular build, he emanates a sense of raw power. In his hand, a gleaming knife remains poised, a testament to his skill and readiness.

Approaching the group with an air of composure, his face remains stoic, revealing little of his thoughts. The confidence in his stride leaves no doubt that he is their leader. In a deep and resonant voice, he addresses them in their native language, Na'vi, catching them off guard.

"Lost?" he inquires, his tone both questioning and assertive. "You have strayed far from your home."

The group exchanges glances, a mix of apprehension and curiosity filling the air. Neteyam, summoning his courage, steps forward and replies, "Our home has been destroyed. Is this your land?"

As Neteyam's words linger, the air becomes charged with anticipation, each passing second accentuating the weight of their situation. The leader's eyes bore into them, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion evident in his gaze. He carefully evaluates their intentions, his penetrating scrutiny leaving no detail unnoticed.

At last, after a brief moment of contemplation, the leader breaks the silence, his voice measured and commanding. "Our land has remained concealed from outsiders for centuries," he declares, his words carrying the weight of ancient traditions. "Only recently has its sanctity been breached." His tone holds a hint of caution, wary of the potential implications.

His gaze shifts, assessing the group's condition with a keen eye. He notices the trickle of blood staining Neteyam's forehead, a sign of recent injury, and observes the wincing figure of the fairer-skinned Na'vi, his hands clutching his sides. The leader's expression remains unreadable, his curiosity piqued as he seeks to gather as much information as possible.

"Tell me," he continues, his voice a low rumble, "why do you stray from your tribe?" His head tilts slightly, a gesture that combines curiosity and calculation, as he aims to unravel the extent of their tribe's presence in this uncharted territory, seeking to understand the motives behind their departure. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he adds, "Hm. Seems like you've bitten off more than you can chew." The leader's jest elicits a ripple of laughter from his companions, their camaraderie evident in their shared amusement.

The air crackles with a subtle tension as the warriors maintain their vigilant stance, their eyes darting from one member of the group to another. The lighthearted moment fades into the background, replaced by a palpable sense of caution that permeates the atmosphere.

The leader's laughter subsides, his expression shifting into one of guarded alertness. His piercing gaze sweeps over the newcomers, his scrutiny unwavering. The flicker of curiosity that had briefly danced in his eyes now mingles with a trace of wariness.

The other warriors, mirroring their leader's vigilance, stand tall and unwavering. Their bodies subtly coiled, ready to react at a moment's notice. They exchange cautious glances, communicating their shared sense of duty to protect their tribe from potential threats.

Beneath the surface, empathy remains unspoken, their empathy for the newcomers' situation yet to be revealed. For now, they rely on their instincts, their keen senses attuned to the smallest signs of danger. The balance between caution and curiosity hangs delicately in the air, waiting for the next turn of events to unfold.

Neteyam takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze shifting between each warrior's scrutinizing eyes. With a hint of vulnerability in his voice, he explains, "We, along with other warriors, went hunting for food and became separated. We mean no harm." His words are measured as he lowers his head, followed by the rest of the group, a gesture of submission and sincerity.

His eyes flick up through his lashes after a pregnant pause, searching for any sign of recognition, understanding, or empathy. He hopes to read the unspoken emotions hidden behind the leader's stoic facade, seeking an opportunity to sway the situation in their favor if possible.

The leader maintains a stern facade, his gaze penetrating and unyielding. He probes deeper, his voice resonating with a mix of skepticism and genuine concern, "Leaving one's home often signifies danger. Have you brought danger to our land?" The questions hang in the air, stirring a mix of tension and curiosity among the warriors.

A few murmurs and disapproving glances arise from the ranks, but the leader swiftly quells any dissent, firmly redirecting his attention to the group of newcomers. His eyes bore into Neteyam's, searching for any signs of deception or concealed motives.

Lo'ak's eyes widen as he steps in front of Neteyam, his hands raised in a gesture of non-aggression. "Please, listen to me. Our home, our people... they have been torn apart by destruction. We seek only refuge and the chance to rebuild. We mean no harm to your land or you," he explains, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and hope.

As he speaks, Lo'ak's gaze lingers on the face of the lead warrior, a sense of familiarity sparking within him. The resemblance is undeniable, the same distinct features that he had noticed in you, the girl he encountered the night before. Could it be possible? Could these warriors be connected to her in some way?

It fills him with excitement, this is what he wanted. A chance to meet you again but Lo'ak remains cautious, aware of the potential consequences of jumping to conclusions. He knows that appearances can be deceiving. He knows that their situation hangs delicately in the balance, and any misstep could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Lo'ak and the others hold their breaths as they wait for the lead warrior to speak. His silence is deafening, and the tension in the air is palpable. Finally, he breaks the silence with a stern expression.

"I understand your situation, but we cannot simply take your word for it. We must ensure the safety of our people first and foremost," he says, his voice low and grave.

The boys can feel their hearts pounding in their chest. The words are not what they had hoped for, and they can sense the danger of the situation growing. Lo’ak shares a quick glance with Neteyam, and they both know that they all are walking a tightrope between life and death.

The lead warrior takes a moment to assess the situation, weighing the risks and possibilities in his mind. Finally, his expression softens ever so slightly, a sign of subtle empathy,

"But you have my word," he says, his voice carrying a note of authority and reassurance, placing a hand to his left chest, "that we will treat you fairly and with respect. For now, you will come with us until your intentions can be determined."

Lo'ak and the others exchange glances, a flicker of doubt passing between them. They had hoped for a more immediate resolution, an affirmation of trust. But now, their fate lies in the hands of these strangers completely, their freedom curtailed by the looming presence of Kaetem, who moves with measured steps towards them.

The lead warrior nods in approval as the bindings are secured, especially when finding a proper way for Neteyam giving his lack of appendages. His attention is already shifting to the next course of action. He directs a few scouts to embark on a mission to locate the rest of their tribe, urgency underscoring his words as he imparts the significance of their task.

With the scouts venturing into the unknown, their departure creates a void in the forest, leaving the remaining group feeling exposed and uncertain. The leader, now focus on their onward journey, turns away and sets off in a seemingly arbitrary direction, his footsteps marking the path to an enigmatic destination.

Flamehaven. That’s where he said they were going. The name reverberates in the boys thoughts, a beacon of intrigue and mystery. What awaits them in this place? Will it offer refuge or captivity? The unknown looms before them, instilling a blend of trepidation and hope.

As they follow in the wake of their captors, each member of the group grapples with a mix of emotions. Fear intertwines with a flicker of optimism, uncertainty mingles with a glimmer of possibility. Their lives have taken an unexpected turn, leading them down a path cloaked in secrecy, where the balance between danger and opportunity teeters on a delicate edge.

The large group travels on silence, guided by the lead warrior's firm yet gentle guidance. They walk along a path that meandered through the lush vegetation. The air carried the mingling scents of exotic flowers and the invigorating rush of nearby waterfalls.

The sounds of nature enveloped them, from the melodic chirping of birds to the distant rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Each step was cautious by it brought them closer to Flamehaven, a place that held the promise of refuge and the opportunity for a fresh start.

The perimeter of Flamehaven was approaching, the boys were instructed to cover their eyes, a precautionary measure to safeguard the its location. Their hands shielded their vision, and they moved forward with a heightened senses, guided by the trust they had placed in their captors.

The lead warrior and his comrades skillfully navigated the boys through the settlement, skillfully avoiding obstacles and ensuring their safe passage. Whispers of conversation and the faint melodies of Avi songs reached their ears, hinting at the vibrant community that thrived within Flamehaven's boundaries.

At last, the lead warrior signaled for the boys to uncover their eyes. With a collective breath, they removed their hands, allowing their gaze to meet the awe-inspiring scene before them.

Flamehaven revealed itself in all its splendor—an interconnected tapestry of intricately designed huts, nestled harmoniously amidst towering trees and vibrant flora.As they stood in the heart of Flamehaven, their hearts swelled with a potent mix of emotions—hope, curiosity, and vulnerability.

Their arrival had not gone unnoticed, and the residents of Flamehaven observed them with a blend of fascination and empathy. They could see the the weariness etched in the boys eyes, the scars of their past experiences.

All four boys eyes sweep over the settlement for different reasons, mind trying to come up with how a place like this has been hidden for so long.

Neteyam’s heart is swelling with a renewed sense of purpose. The unity and shared resilience of the community ignite a flicker of hope within him, as he envisions a new beginning not just for himself, but for his remaining clan.

Lo'ak's gaze sweeps across the faces of the Na'vi, his eyes searching for a spark of recognition. The memory of the mysterious girl he encountered lingers, driving his curiosity to uncover the truth that hangs in the air. Each glance exchanged fuels his desire to unravel the connection that teases his senses.

Ao'nung's attention is captured by the exquisite craftsmanship that adorns Flamehaven. The intricate carvings and delicate artwork speak of a community that reveres its natural surroundings. Inspiration surges through him as he envisions contributing his own skills and talents to this ever-evolving masterpiece.

Rotxo is caught between trepidation and hope. The uncertainty of the future looms ahead, a vast landscape of possibilities. Yet, the warm reception they receive ignites a glimmer of optimism within him. Flamehaven beckons as a sanctuary where they can rebuild their shattered lives, reminiscent of the home they once knew.

They found themselves entranced by the stunning beauty that is Flamehaven, their eyes reluctant to pull away from it. Yet, their attention is soon drawn back to the lead warrior who brought them here, their curiosity piqued by his actions.

Their curious gazes follow his movements as he engages in a conversation with another member of their group, sharing words that hold significance. The exchange is brief but laden with purpose. The recipient of the message nods in understanding before swiftly departing in the opposite direction, their footsteps fading into the distance.

The boys eyes fixate on the departing figure for a fleeting moment, intrigued by the significance of the message conveyed. Questions swirl in their minds, What message was sent? To whom was it delivered? Their thoughts remain unanswered, suspended in the air like a delicate thread.

Breaking the silence, the lead warrior returns to the captives, his footsteps carrying him back to their side. With a composed demeanor, he delivers the revelation that stirs their curiosity further. "I have sent word to the Olh'yken," he announces once close enough.

The group of boys stares at the lead warrior in confusion. Ao’nung takes a deep breath and speaks up, voicing the question that has been on all of their minds. "What’s an Olh'yken?" he asks, his voice wavering slightly with nervousness. The other boys nod in agreement, their expressions expectant as they wait for an answer.

The lead warrior pauses, his mind working quickly to find a way to explain the concept to these outsiders who are clearly unfamiliar with the ways of Flamehaven. He furrows his brow, his lips pursed as he searches for the right words.

"It's what you call an Olo'eyktan," he finally says, watching as the boys' eyes widen in surprise and realization. He can see the shame in their faces as they realize they should have known this already. "Come, I'll bring you to where you'll stay," he adds, gesturing for them to follow him.

As they walk, a curious crowd of Avi starts to form behind them. The lead warrior guides them past the onlookers until they reach a small hut that is perched safely in the branches of two trees. The structure is also low enough to the ground to be accessible without climbing. He motions for them to enter, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they follow his directions.

Once they are inside, the boys are amazed by what they see. The interior is furnished with handcrafted pieces, including a comfortable seating area with a low table and a beautiful two-toned woven rug beneath it. Baskets filled with more crafts are scattered throughout the room, while seashells, crystals, and other natural artifacts dangle from the roof, casting a rainbow of colors throughout the space when the sun hits from an opening in the hut.

"Stay here until the chief comes. Do not leave, for your safety and ours," the lead warrior instructs before exiting the hut and disappearing into the bustling crowd.

All the boys stand there in silence, staring at the flap the lead warrior had just left out of but Rotxo, feeling restless, breaks the quietude by reaching up and touching one of the dangling ornaments hanging from the roof.

"This is so cool," he says in awe, causing the others to snap out of their daze and join in on the admiration. They begin to explore the room, running their fingers over the woven rug and examining the handcrafted furniture, staring wide eyed at the different dangling ornaments, wondering what it all meant.

When they finish inspecting the hut, the boys gather in the middle of the room, seating themselves on the cushioned chairs around the low table. Ao’nung settles himself with a visible effort, adjusting his weight carefully to accommodate his injured side. The others follow suit, exchanging hushed conversations.

“What are we going to do?” Ao’nung asks, his frown etched deep on his face, his head lowered. “We have to get back.”

Neteyam nods his head in agreement, looking back at the flap, his ears twitching at the noise outside that does not cease. He turns to face the group. “We can’t leave, we’re surrounded. We have to wait and see what happens.”

Ao’nung hisses in frustration, “Waiting to be killed? No thanks.”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes at Ao’nung’s comment and shakes his head. “He’s right. We can’t go out there now, we’ll look guilty. That’s immediate death.” He rubs his pinky finger against the rope binding his hands. “That man said that our intention determined the outcome. We just have to convince him we aren’t bad.”

“What good did that do the first time?” Ao’nung retorts, slouching his back and pouting.

Rotxo brings up a new topic, his eyes flickering to each face in the room. “Speaking of that man, did you notice how different he looked? How different they all looked…”

“You don’t look like us,” Lo’ak reminds him, holding up his hand to show his extra finger and darker skin. “But that doesn’t make a difference. We are still Na’vi.”

Neteyam shakes his head. “No, Rotxo is right. Something’s off about them.”

Suddenly, shuffling is heard behind them, right at the back of the hut. The boys snap their heads in the direction of the shuffling sound, they feel their heartbeats pounding in their chest, anticipating the worst. The fabric of the hut's rear wall rustles and sways, and four pairs of eyes peek through a small split, staring at the boys.

The boys feel a chill down their spines as they stare in disbelief at the floating eyes. They all think the same thing: bodies must be attached to those eyes, right?

Ao'nung swallows hard, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What the..." he says under his breath.

Lo’ak speaks up, his voice shaky, “Hey?” He calls to them in English, hoping they understand. However, this only causes the eyes to widen in surprise before quickly shutting the flaps over them. The boys exchange worried glances, their fear mounting with each passing moment.

"Txewn [Scary], what the hell is going on?" Rotxo asks, eyes still fixed on the spot where the eyes had been. Suddenly, a hand reaches through the flap, holding a very large leaf. The hand turns into an arm, and the arm turns into a person, revealing themselves fully.

Lo'ak's eyes widen in recognition as he stumbles to his feet, pointing at the person in front of them. "It's you!" he says in shock, "You're the girl from before."

Standing there was you, the girl Lo’ak had encountered the night before, with your eyes downcast, and body language suggesting that you were nervous. The boys stare at you in silence, unsure of what to say after Lo’ak outburst.

You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you, unsure of how to explain yourself. But you gather your courage and force the words out, "I apologize for spying on you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You raise your eyes to meet theirs, hoping to convey your sincerity.

"My friends—I was curious about your arrival and that... that was really creepy, right?" you ask, gesturing back at the split you came from. You chuckle nervously, hoping to lighten the mood. But when none of the boys respond, you feel a wave of panic washing over you.

"I brought food. Maybe you're hungry?" you offer, holding up the large leaf wrapped in food. You take a step closer, hoping to break the awkward silence. But the boys continue to stare at you, their expressions inscrutable.

Some harder than others stares harder than others, their expressions ranging from confusion to suspicion. They seem to be grappling with their own thoughts, trying to figure out who you are.

Ao'nung gives you a look filled with suspicion as he straightens up his posture. He looks from you to Lo’ak, who steps closer towards you, and observes the weird little interaction between you two when he goes to takes the food from your hand.

How did lo’ak know you?, Ao’nung thought, glare hardening. He didn’t like that he wasn’t in the know of something or that none of their tribe knew.

Lo’ak doesn’t eye the food when he goes to reach for it, instead they search your face, as if trying to be sure you were really the girl he saw before. It was dark then, he could be wrong but there was no more doubt left when he locks eyes with you, fingers briefly touching as he takes the food; a spark sending tingles down his spine.

It was definitely you. So why did you act like you didn’t know him? It sort of hurt his feeling and left him a tad disappointed, but he does well not to show it.

He passes the food to Neteyam, who is also curious about when Lo’ak had met this girl. Was it when he went out by himself? For some reason, it annoyed him. Lo’ak once again is the reason why they were in trouble and this girl, you, were why they were being searched for, most likely. But Neteyam couldn’t bring himself to be as annoyed at you as he is with Lo’ak. Not when you stood there, innocently and, cutely, looking to help out.

Rotxo was too busy eyeing the food to form any other thoughts as his stomach growled at the mere sight.

You slowly smile softly at them, eyes squinting in joy that they took your food,. It would have been bad if they rejected it—or rather—you’ll feel bad if they did. Either way, you were delighted, that it was still a win.

“Thank you…” Neteyam mumbles, gripping the food tightly, “We appreciate the meal.”

You nod and step back, giving them some space to examine the leaf. The boys huddle around it, their eyes widening in surprise as they see the edible fruit inside. Some of which are fruit they never saw before that they had to spare you a quick glance just to be sure this was safe and when you confirm with a nod, they dig in.

Satisfied, you trail your eyes over their body, whatever you can see, and take notice just how different they really are from your kind. Common Na’vi were pretty tall and well built. That’s when you notice the small injury of of one the lighter skin tone Na’vi.

“Oh, your hurt!” You shriek softly, rushing over to Ao’nung to examine the wound but stop when you realize he was still a stranger. Instead you back away again, “I’ll go and get something to help with your wound.” You say hurriedly, going back to the split you came from, sparing them one short glance, enough to say your next words before you vanish, “I’ll be right back.”

Things to know:

Avi people is the only Na’vi with a writing system.

The island is darker than average night on pandora due to being high in the sky. Which is how Reader blends well with the forest.

The Avi can hide their wings at will.

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HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

#some shit #its not called cisformers #THANKS FOR THE GUYS AND FOR INSPIRING ME TO GRAFFITI THE BINGO. A LOT MORE FUN A LOT MORE WORKABLE #phrase interpretation and obstinate personality problems about multiple choice. SOUNDLY DEFEATED. by playing toys #if some busy body trys to kill me for hating the websites most beloved tee fee iteration im haunting u. but ill just hang out so its fine #RO.BLOX FACE IS A STOLEN JOKE. (<- special privileges) i dont know what fucking ro.blox is.

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animehusbandharem · 7 months

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✨The Many Faces of Gilbert Von Obsidian✨

These are my personal favorite faces we have seen of the beloved Gilbert so far, and my thoughts on what each of them could mean. 💕🖤 I also included emojis that i think correspond to the faces just because i think it’s fun 😆

Emoji(s): 😈😏🤭🤫

I love this one, it’s so versatile. It could be mischievous, an “Ah-ha!” Moment, it could arguably be a seductive or even a flirty face (i mean i think literally any face he makes is seductive, but that’s just me), it could be a face that says “gotcha bitch, can’t fool me”, or “you fell right in my trap little rabbit” . This one is a classic and i love it 🖤

Emoji(s): 😒😐😡🤨👿

Another versatile one, but i think it can be more narrowed down: it gives fed-up vibes, “you fool, you really thought you could get away with that lie?”, and it’s sister-vibe of “i know you’re lying and I’m not in the mood for your bs”, it’s a look that says “I will take away everything you love and make you suffer”, it could also be “I’m not in the mood, don’t breathe in my direction”, and my personal favorite “you fucked around, now you ‘bout to find out”

In the event, he says it’s a declaration of war if anyone hurts the “little rabbit” 🤭

Emoji(s): ☺️😊😌

I interpret this face as more gentle; it is an “at peace” face (which, with Gil, could also be very bad), it could be satisfaction, it signals he is happy - but it could also mean he is sarcastically happy as well, or enjoying someone else’s pain. I personally like to imagine this face as the one we would see when he’s napping or sleeping like the one event we saw 🥺(especially after certain acts 😉)

Emoji(s): 😳😧🤯

This one literally always makes me giggle. It will never not be funny. This man has seen almost everything there is to see, he is known as one of the worst disasters to happen to all the neighboring kingdoms, and acts all big and bad like a hard-ass. So when i see this face right here, i cackle for a good minute 🤣. This is the face that says “bitch… you did WHAT??” Like this is genuine shock. Do you know how hard it is to shock this man?? Istg i would make it my life mission to see Gilbert make this face as many times as i could. This looks like a face he would make at someone giving him a taste of his own medicine 😏. Someone who caught him off guard, and made him speechless at either the stupidity of someone/something, or the 0.001% chance that someone did something he didn’t plan for while he was scheming 100 steps ahead. It’s a rare face, and it’s my 2nd favorite of all his faces so far.

Emoji(s): 😟😣😓😮‍💨

And now for my all-time favorite. This is my favorite for many reasons, and i think if i could sum it all up in one word, it would be: vulnerable. Idk if I’m the only one, but this face is what makes him seem more human to me? This is not a face we have seen often at all so far. It could mean he is upset, worried, stressed, tired, or even sad. But… it also could mean relief in a weird way? I could see this face being used in a case where he was worried about MC and he finally realized she’s okay. I honestly could see this also being his actual real “sleeping” face, (cuz we all know he doesn’t actually get to sleep 🥺), but when he does sleep, it’s total relaxation. Instead of the fake smile he’s so used to wearing, we see him in a more human state - it feels like genuine emotion. Now… because I’m me, i have to go here. I also can see this being the face he makes during sex 🤭😈. Like i can imagine when you are on your knees giving him the best head of his life, he is kinda shook and you look up, dick in mouth and all, and you see his beautiful face just like that😩😮‍💨.

My poor baby finally has a chance to forget who he is just for a few moments, and actually feel good. I imagine MC being his safe place, and when the doors close, he gets to breathe and allow himself to be a human being, not the monster everyone knows him as for once. I honestly can’t get enough of this face, it is by far my favorite out of all the other ones we’ve seen.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikemen ouji #ikemen gilbert #ikepri gilbert #imnotcrazyyourecrazy #ipromiseimokay #cybird

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hey hey hey shadowrot pirate au? i am intrigued :0

YEEEEEAAAAAAH THANK YOU !!! warning for pirate typical violence yippee (killing, some blood, loss of limbs, kidnapping)

SO there's a pirate island and stuff and crews can do jobs for each other as well as for important people on the island. pirate captain Cleo takes a job to kidnap some noble's daughter for a hefty sum of gold (like 10,000-20,000, it's nothing to sneeze at) it'll take a few weeks to get to the girl and then another couple days to get to the dropoff location so she snatches it before anyone else can get it

Lizzie is easy enough to capture. she's a dainty little thing and Cleo is built like a mountain. they plunder and slaughter most of the folks in the manor and manage to get Lizzie out with only a few minor injuries

"Oh, there you are, love." The pirate grasps her arm, yanking her out from under the table. She yelps as she's brought face to face with the mountainous woman, suddenly very close to a wicked smile and the orange curls cascading down her shoulders. "My my, aren't you a dainty thing?" she purrs, the glint in her eye reminiscent to a hawk eyeing a mouse. "Deepest apologies, trinket, but you're worth an awful lot of gold."

they tie her up and gag her or just straight up knock her out and once they're back on the ship she gets the best cell in the brig. there's minimal bonding between lizzie and whoever is tasked to guard her, and she doesn't see cleo again until the last day

Lizzie wakes to someone tying her hands together. "Wh- hey!" she tries to kick, but Grian has her ankles, "what is the meaning of this!" Scar's smile is sheepish and apologetic as he swiftly secures her wrists together. Lizzie growls and attempts to shake him off- "Good morning, trinket." Lizzie's head whips around to the staircase. The mountainous woman is there, with her cascading curls and a tricorn hat. She's smirking, the glint in her eye amused as she pushes off the wall and slowly strides towards the cell. Scar steps away to make room. Grian does not release Lizzie's ankles. "Now, here's how this is going to work," says the woman, squatting down to Lizzie's level here on the floor, "you may walk all by yourself-" "Finally," Lizzie hisses. "If," remarks the woman, "and only if you promise to behave." Lizzie frowns. "Do you promise, trinket?" "My name is Lizzie." "Do you promise?" Lizzie glares. The woman's smile might as well be painted. She spits, "I promise." "Wonderful," the woman stands, then gestures for her to get up, "come on then, they're waiting for us."

They bring her onto the island and then to the handoff location. Lizzie and Cleo are allowed in (and maybe one more). the location is inside this little cave that's mostly hidden by waterfall and vines and upon entering they find. idk, criminal-looking guys and a man who looks like he's half cod, and suddenly Cleo shifts gears

she refuses to hand lizzie off until they explain what's going on. at first they're difficult to work with, but after cleo manages to nearly slice off somebody's hand and kill someone else, they confess, at swordpoint, that lizzie is the heir to the ocean throne and they plan to take both her and the half cod man back to the ocean empire's oversea meeting place (idk) and try to trade them both for some kind of riches. maybe the ocean's blessing so they can have control over the sea. or something (that's probably what im going to go with)

cleo is like. naaaah you're not doing that and gives a signal and her crew comes busting in and they manage to get out with both lizzie and the cod man, but now they're on the run from some powerful pirates who want them dead

after that it's a little bit just. heeey pirates are cool here's some cool piratey things! Lizzie has to deal with the fact that she's half fish and oh look that cod boy is named jimmy and he's her brother

Cleo:

is the captain, yes, but im also playing with the idea that she's somehow immortal/can't die? (to tie in the whole zombie thing! - i have an idea for a scene where lizzie tries to escape by stabbing cleo clean through the chest and cleo kinda breathes weird but takes the sword out no problem and the wound closes instantly- that's how lizzie realizes she can't just walk out of here, unfortunately)

they're huuuuge. at least a head and a half taller than lizzie methinks. huge and buff and covered in scars.

Lizzie:

Heir to the ocean kingdom

Part blue axolotl, gains siren powers when she goes into the water (gills, webbed hands and feet, a tail like an axolotl, webbed ears), and she can control people by singing

jimmy is her little brother that she had no idea she had. (same mother, different fathers. he's trans and also way taller than her)

possibly also immortal. now that she actually has the chance to live as a full siren her lifespan will lengthen and her aging will go kinda weird lol

other stuff:

i haven't decided if i want it to be a traffic life thing, or a hermit/empires crossover and i think it'll be a little of both where i just pick and choose what character stuff i want to include but it'll be more traffic guys cause i know their vibes better

im still puzzling out who i want on her crew, it'll probably be a mesh of hermits and life series folks. grian and scar are there, probably also X, Joe, Cub, Pearl, Gem and maaaaybe Scott?

BigB used to be on the crew but then he sabotaged the crew by burning the ship down and he joined a different crew (maybe skizz's crew idk) and after their crews sorta meshed he's finding his footing again and trying to be trusted who knows. maybe he's been slowly gaining trust and as they're fleeing from the trading cave cleo yells for him to light the enemies' ship on fire and that's how he knows she kinda sorta trusts him again? (i have to watch povs i dont actually think they like each other in character rip)

i want cleo and lizzie to dance at some point. cleo thinks fondly back to who she was before she was a pirate - also some kind of noble's child, trained in etiquette and dancing and all kinds of things. this might be the first time lizzie ever thinks of herself as a pirate- and it was by accident, comparing herself to cleo

lizzie is trusted to wander the deck pretty quickly after The Incident with the traders, but Jimmy is stuck in the brig for a while until Lizzie commands cleo to let him out. he's let out but not without supervision and slowly works his way into the crew

Lizzie is almost full human out of the water (save for her white eyes when she has the power of the ocean with her), but Jimmy is still half cod out of the water (it's how he was caught- it's obvious he's from the sea)

cleo and lizzie do kiss. i've actually written out that scene but i'm going to save it for later <3

lizzie asks to be trained in sword fighting - the crew teaches her how to fight and be a pirate. she swordfights and wields a gun and a crossbow and gets a new outfit and stuff and she's pretty good at it

Lizzie miiight get her hair cut off in a fight. Cleo might as well. idk i think they'd be pretty with short hair

should they get matching tattoos that would be cute of them

i dont know how much magic i want to have in the world, i have a REALLY hard time imagining grian without wings, but if i give him wings then why can't i make cleo a full on zombie? what about other hybrids? i think i want to go for it but we'll see

i think it would be fun to have soulmates be a thing. i think it'd be even funnier to have soulmates be a Cleo's ship exclusively thing. like her boat is cursed and as long as you're on it with your soulmate you both get hurt when one of you gets hurt. maybe when you get hurt flowers bloom on the other's skin. maybe grian and scar are both covered in flowers and scars and claim to despise each other but you can see the fondness in their eyes whenever they talk to each other. idk. it would be funny.

Cleo calls Lizzie "Trinket" because trinkets are small and fragile but also very pretty and can mean a lot to whoever is holding onto them

uuuuhhhh what else. eventually they'd probably go to the sea. i think that's all the ideas i have right now :D

#shadowrot #trafficshipping #asks #brainrotting a pirate au #< is the tag to block if you don't wanna hear me talk about this #if you have ideas. im making grabby hands at you. i wanna hear all about it

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solbach-colbrock · 1 month

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OMG OKAY! OKAY! so! Hear me out!!

Seth x GN reader if possible! Where like reader is an absolute fearless motherfucker right? (You can pick where they are idm!) And so like when they do solo investigations they take a room where people say that like is evil ig? Like there's a demon or sum shit idk, and they get locked in there in the dark and their lights die and Seth is panicking meanwhile reader is just like "take your time man I'm just chilling WITH A DEMON!!!'

Take Your Time! - Seth Borden X Reader

WARNINGS - mentions of death/murder, demonic/evil entities WORDS - 951 NOTES -

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It was no secret that between you and Seth, you were the brave one. Whenever something came up on an investigation where previous visitors had been grabbed, scratched, or just scared out of their minds due to the activity in a certain place, you were always the first (and typically, the last) to step into that area for the investigation. Seth always stayed back and talked to you through the doorway.

This time, Seth had taken you to what used to be a pub and inn back in the 1800s. The most famous part of the building – the basement that functioned as a brothel until everyone in it was massacred – was also the most active. The tour guide told the both of you a story about a woman having her hair pulled by one of the spirits just days prior, and according to the guide, the spirit wasn’t exactly gentle.

“…where according to our tour guide, the killer took their own life after slaughtering everyone else in the brothel. Apparently this room right here has the most poltergeist-like activity. People getting touched, objects getting moved and straight up flung across the room. Strong activity.” You listened from a few feet away as Seth showed the camera around the little group of rooms. You shook your head as a chuckle rippled through you, grabbing the equipment you needed for the final part of the investigation.

“Aaaaand it’s a good spot for a solo investigation, don’t you think?” You smiled at Seth, popping into frame with the REM pod in hand.

“Fuck that noise. I mean, be my guest. I’ll hang out here if you want to make friends with another evil entity. I have enough demonic trauma, thank you very much.”

“God, you’re such a baby, Borden. At least try to catch something cool while you’re out there, you wiener,” you joked. You turned your flashlight on and made your way into the dark room alone.

According to the lore you managed to dig up before you arrived at the location, nobody knew whether the killer was a man or a woman, or why they had done what they’d done. Theories were that if it was a woman, it was revenge for the women of the brothel seducing her husband and tearing apart her marriage. If it was a man, most people believed he had found his wife working in the brothel and lost it. There were even some that believed that, no matter who did it, they were compelled by a demon to murder all those people. Nobody could say for sure.

“To whatever spirits are in this room, my name is (Y/N), and this device I have here is called a REM pod. I’m gonna place it right here on the vanity. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of visitors with a whole bunch of different equipment, so if you know how to use this, can you show me?”

Beeeeeeeeeep.

“That’s perfect, just like that. Can I ask who I’m speaking to? Is this one of the girls from the brothel? Or a member of staff?”

…

“Okay, is this one of their clients then?”

…

“Are you a non-human entity?”

Beepbeepbeepbeep

“Do you have a name?”

…

“Did you cause the deaths of all of these people?”

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“Can you stop that now, please?”

-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“Okay, I’m turning this off and leaving if you won’t cooperate.”

-eeeeeeeeeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Fed up with the entity’s unwillingness to hold a simple conversation, you stood from your seat on the edge of the old, crumbling fainting couch and moved to turn off the REM pod, but the entity had other plans. Your only sources of light, the flashlight in your hand and the light on the camera, flickered and went out at the same time before you could reach the REM pod.

“Oh, lovely. Thanks for that.”

SLAM!

The door to the room shut with such force that a mirror hanging on the wall rattled violently. You could hear Seth curse from the next room and haul ass to the outside of yours. The light from his camera peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door.

“(Y/N), you okay?!” Seth practically yelled, panic evident as he banged on the door.

“Fine, Seth. Just, y’know, trapped in her with an eVIL ENTITY THAT’S RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF DOZENS OF PEOPLE. Feel free to take your time with that door, Borden.”

Despite how much Seth was freaking out, you found the situation fairly amusing. The beeping of the REM pod had yet to cease. In fact, it was going crazier than before. You managed to find your way over to it and shut it off, and as soon as the device fell silent, a certain skinny paranormal investigator came crashing through the door, which was suddenly no longer locked. You fell to the floor yourself, cradling the camera as fits of laughter rolled through you. You batted away the hand touching your knee, giving yourself another few moments to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, talk about comedic timing! You just fell right through the door like a Scooby Doo scene!” you cackled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Finally finding some semblance of composure, you sat up and once again attempted to push Seth’s hand off your knee, no longer needing his help to keep stable.

“Yea, hilarious. You need another minute to get the giggles out or can we get out of here?” Your eyes widened as you heard Seth’s voice to the right of you, several feet further than you thought he was. Your eyes snapped to your knee, watching as an unseen force tugged at your pantleg.

“Ayo-!”

#seth borden #seth borden x reader #seth borden fic #seth borden imagine #this feels like god awful writing #but i have sneezed out every last braincell i have #damn you allergy season

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Meet Krynn Falros

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Disclaimer right up front: I have only ever watched Shadow and Bone on Netflix and my grip on the Grishaverse is loose at best so things may change, idk. This all starts 6/7 years before the events of season one.

Ship Tag: I'll Forgive Your Sins

Krynn found her way to the Little Palace when she was '19', fleeing from an arranged marriage. Everyone there thinks she's running from slave traders.

In my version, it's extremely rare, but once every fifty-plus years or so a Grisha is born with two gifts. Krynn is one of such Grisha. The gift she advertises is that she's Durast, but she also has the ability to manipulate and create plant life.

She tries to keep her second power secret for nearly a year, not wanting to draw any extra attention. But General Kirigan is perceptive and notices immediately how the Little Palace garden begins to flourish as soon as they take her in, and that there are always flower petals in every room once she's been in it.

Like I said she tries, but her plant powers are more second nature than her Durast abilities, but they've never been heard of before.

Kirigan takes an interest in her once she fully reveals the power to him and he spends the next six months studying it with her in secret before she needs to use it on a trip to the fold with him and the rest of their small unit.

By this point though, everyone had begun to assume they were a couple or something and that was why they spent so much time together, but no one was brave enough to say anything.

Of course, they both deny deny deny, but if they're honest they both have a lingering fondness for each other.

It continues to be a rumor around the Little Palace and Krynn doesn't help because she plays into it. Half of the white roses in the garden inexplicably turn black one day, and he finds white petals scattered on the floor outside of his quarters another.

He acts as though the whole ordeal is a daily nuisance, but in truth, he's impressed that she's not afraid to mess with him and the other Grisha in this manner. And that's the real seller for everyone else. If Krynn and General Kirigan aren't together, then why would he let her get away with all this?

It's not two months later when it all comes to a head. A man arrives at the Little Palace demanding to speak with her.

Even when she refuses to see him, he stays outside the wall, yelling that he has to speak with her.

Eventually, Aleksander becomes involved, and while she insists she's fine just doesn't want to see him, there's a glimmer of fear in her eyes, and that is something he will not abide, so he deals with it personally.

He finds a familiar stubbornness to the trespasser but without the levity to counter it. After asking as politely as possible, the man refuses to leave, and Krynn, who is watching from the window and seeing his shadows start to form to forcibly remove him, steps in.

This is when the truth comes out and she explains the man is her father and how she was supposed to be married, against her will, to a horrible man in exchange for an unreasonable sum.

The general doesn't take this well. He was already upset thinking this man was a stranger to her trying to sell her to the slave trade, but the fact that it was her father who tried to sell her enrages him.

She has to step in again so he doesn't kill him, but her father never comes back. And against his better judgment, Aleksander reveals feelings for her he'd been desperately trying to keep hidden.

Fun facts!-

- Krynn is a Durast but she specializes in metals.

- Her first kefta is purple, but shimmers bronze in the sunlight because she's threaded strands of copper into it for emergencies.

- Her second was white and it shimmered silver

- Most of the surfaces in Aleksander's rooms are covered in little copper flowers and trinkets she's made either especially for him or because she's bored.

- Her favorite thing to grow/produce is cherry blossom petals because she loves the smell.

- She thinks the fact she and Aleksander's aesthetics are complete opposites is the cutest thing in the world.

- She can grow literally anything, of course, she smokes weed.

- Krynn would do anything for Aleksander, even help expand The Fold and overthrow the royal family.

- Her irises are white, the first picrew just didn't have that as an option.

#My girl is druid coded #I Have been so down bad for Ben Barnes recently I couldn't help myself #Aleksander Morozova #The Darkling x OC #Self insert #self insert oc #self insert intro #s/i #s/i intro #s/i introduction #self insert introduction #self ship intro #prisma self ships #I'll forgive your sins #shadow and bone

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daisydood · 1 year

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I'll ask!! [[Also Thrùd is super cool idk why people dont talk about her more!!]]

HCs for being best friends with Thrùd?? All she's really had to hang out with is her nasty brothers oh GODS.

Ramblings about God of War: Thrùd addition!

A/N: HEY ANON!! you're the first person in my asks ever, so ty!!! Sorry this isn't really what you wanted, but I'll to add some hcs if I come up with anything ❤️❤️

I'm pretty bad at writing HCs/fics and stuff, but I'll definitely do a character analysis and rant abt her!!

(Coming from Someone with a bias cuz my favorite character is Thrúd💀)

In my humble opinon, Thrud got done SO dirty in Ragnorak. She lost both of her siblings, then her father, then lost someone who she thought was good; Odin, THEN she lost the entire realm she's lived in her entire life (Asgard). Which like, fair enough, all of those deaths made sense because it was Ragnorak, and, it would mean that we get some character develpment from her, with all the grief...right? RIGHT-

Nope. Not even a little. After her two brothers died (AS ANON SAID, THE ONLY PEOPLE SHE COULD TALK TO HER AGE IM SCREAMING) all we got was an introduction scene to her character briefly mentioning Modi, then she said we are better off without him. Which, fair enough, if that's what she thinks.

BUT. All we got for Thrúd after her dad dies was a secret scene of her inheriting Thors sword. Which, IS SO COOL, but it wasn't even an obvious part of the game😭 She lost her dad, her dads dad, her entire home, and we got almost nothing from her about it. Same goes with Sif. She was literally just there. Her and Thor had this entire romantic dialogue about like "this isn't you 🥺" then he dies and and Sif- I think Sif had like 2 lines after that? Nothing even mentioning it, too.

Freya's loss of Freyr was treated much better then this. It wasn't really talked about, except for the final dialogue post Ragnorak, when you go up the mountain looking for Kratos. She said stuff like ohhh I'm gonna move on it's fine blah blah blah. That is so much better than anything that happened with Thrúd and Sifs loss.

How did I start ranting about Sif. What.

ANYWAYS (completely different topic on how she wants to be validated 💕)

I think that Thrúd just wants to be validated. She tries so hard to be a Valkyrie, and it's like people don't care. Her dad doesn't care, and her mom thinks it's too dangerous. Odin just sucks, and he probably doesn't care, same with Heimdall.

I think her and Atreus freeing Garm really broke her down. As soon as she realized what she and him had done, she panics. She gets really upset/angry and immediately tries to get out of Jotunheim. THEN HEIMDALL HARRASSED HER. She was completely in her head before Heimdall came and bullied the two, so the things he said obviously made her mad, man. She tried punching him. Knowing Heimdall, it failed pretty bad. She had to feel so belittled and stupid, everything she's work for being thrown away because of the one bad decision that was made.

anywayssssszs

Thrúd is so cool. She is sooo underrated man. She has so much potential for when/if another Ragnorak game comes out. Shes THE ONLY THORDSITTER CHILD LEFTT

note: hahfhfbdhdh once again anon I'm literally so sorry this isn't what you wanted😭 and oh my god my last post got twenty notes what☝🏻😧 okay okay okay what else do I need to say

OH YEAH sorry this take so long for me to post writing these takes foreverrrrrrrvrrvrv

OH YEAH hit up my asks if u want sum written & I'll probably talk about Freya next😱

#me and my opinions #no one cares about this lfmskfkdk #anyways actual tags now #gowr #god of war ragnarok #atreus #god of war thrud #thrud thorsdottir #gow ragnorak #god of war #kratos #freya #freyr #dc ask!!

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typho-draws · 1 year

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What's the lore with your fallout oc, Angel?

omg hi!! :-D

his infos a little all over the place because i've never 100% written it down, but i can try summing up the major stuff best i can for u.. lots of text under the cut-

ángel's from somewhere along the westish... i've not really figured out where. i'd like to imagine that for the most part he was just getting by. getting what he needed, doing what he needed, helping whoever needed help (when passing by) etc. dude was never a vault dweller or anything like that and pretty much grew up with his family in the wasteland. they maaaybe had a small farm/ranch. not to sell produce just like... live off of it ig. in some ways he was like a post-apocalyptic cowboy. and that’s how his life went for a while until.. i dunno. right before his 20s? maybe late teen years? i’ve not decided what happened with his family but i’d say they got separated and he found out bad stuff happened to them. it’s a little cliche ik. but he’s moved on from that at this point. sorta. maybe there’s a living lost relative out there that he don’t know about. I DON’T KNOW!!!!!!!!!! still have lots to think about with that. but anyways!!!!!!!!!!

at some point during his usual routine of hiking out towards... where ever he was going to get whatever he was going to get (have not put much thought into what he would've been grabbing u_u) things didn't go as smooth as they usually would. the difference being a big, green, nasty, incredibly irradiated deathclaw. it was probs a case of him noticing it way too late and not being able to get to somewhere it can't in time. bro prob saw his rifle too and was like "this is definitely not going to do shit" and tried booking it.

it's hard putting to words what i picture in my head like... the sequence of what happened-- but i imagine ángel running, cliche trip along a road (or maybe rock? whatever it would be it'd end up scraping one side of his jaw pretty bad.... or maybe instead tripping he got pushed by the thing... idk), and then being grabbed and sliced through his shoulder (and maybe somewhere else... i unno) by the dc.

pretty sure he gets knocked out, but it's a gray area with the dc leaving. i can't decide if it loses interest, is attacked by something else, or keels over and dies itself or sumn (ik they're not werewolves but i sure do love werewolf parallels! so it'd be like... passing on its yucky to him... although not reeeally.) and if todd's allowed to mess around with how things work then i can too! the wound it leaves ángel with heals... sort of... the caveat is that over some tiiiime (not short or too too long of a time span) it mutates his hand into a dc hand!

ángel picks up a new perspective on life (as you could imagine with a really fucked near death experience), like what he's doing, and if this thing going on with his arm is going to progress or 'stabilize.' maybe he tried going back to being his usual friendly "hey fellow traveller!" kind of self?? but after bad interactions (considering he has this crazy weird arm that he likely didn't cover up at first because it wasn't too serious) he starts keeping his arm in wraps and becomes a lot more withdrawn as a whole.

soon enough, probably after a breakdown of sorts, he figures fuck it! time to travel a whooooole lot. maybe to disconnect himself with what happened, or maybe find some sort of consolation (i guess in addition to further in his past. like him getting separated from family and them ending up passing?... i have no clue. regardless he got dealt the wrong hand at least twice. no pun intended.) perhaps he wants to find if there’s a way to reverse the whole hand situation. who knows! regardless-- he makes the trek eastward. just to go where ever and see whatever. do whatever as long as it’s fulfilling.

and ! well! he ends up in west virginia because.... fo76... and that’s where he’s at now! in summary he just likes to travel around and do stuff here and there without attracting too much attention to himself. ig in a way where its like... help out a few people if he wants to/has to and then move on. he’ll travel back west eventually. maybe.

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i will say that i do like slap him in alternate timelines/instances bc he’s a big fallout oc all around that i LOVE REUSING!!!!!!!!! but this is his most major info. my apologies if it’s kind of rough!!! like i said i’ve never really written it out before ; _ ; !!!

i think i’ll come up with a google doc or sumn that has his info laid out and neat on it. or toyhouse... i’ve not used that in forever. i’ll make something for him eventually. thanks for asking by the way!! :-D he’s one of my favorite ocs.

i’ve got lots of wips of him that i plan on finishing and posting soon LMAO i’ve just not. gotten around to that because of college <//3

#ángel #there's definitely going to be some errors in this bc i wrote the majority of this between classes yesterday #a toyhouse or google doc for him doesn't sound that bad tbh.....#fallout oc

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idontlikeem · 2 years

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i'm just getting my thoughts out about today's injury updates and some of the reactions i'm seeing. i'm trying to process some of the ultra-pessimism that's going around and really am just talking to myself out loud about why i don't agree. please feel free to skip this. but i like to think i'm fairly moderated in what i think about this team and their capabilities, so if you're feeling very down about their gameplay and/or the contract situation, maybe this will help? idk.

ok so like....here's the thing.

we were always the underdogs this postseason, even before jarry's injury, but especially after it. no matter who our opponent ended up being, rangers canes panthers, whoever else ended up being a possibility in the waning weeks of the regular season, we were going into it as the team favored to lose the series.

being an underdog isn't necessarily a bad thing! especially a team captained by sidney crosby—he's the most competitive man alive, and being told he can't do something is the fastest way to make him prove that he can.

but that depends on the team as a whole coming together and becoming more than the sum of their parts. it means them playing out of their heads for the full 60 minutes (or, yknow. 100+. whatever.), every single night.

it takes defense that's almost flaw-free, without the big mistakes that kris and mike are both prone to.

it takes offense that scores, that can finish all the chances the underlying numbers say they're creating. and not just sid's line, all of them. goals from all four lines and the defense too are crucial.

it takes a heavy, sustained forecheck, which is the system the penguins use and are the most effective with, for the entirety of the game. it's a lot of physical and mental work to do that, but all it takes is one line being a little lazy for one shift and the whole thing falls apart.

we've seen them put together plenty of complete games this season against good opponents. we've also seen them stray way off-system and shit the bed, against both good and bad opponents. is it nice to have a goalie who's ace enough to bail your ass out if you screw up? yes, of course. but jarry is not and never was shesterkin—at his best, he's very good, but he's not always at his best, and his best was never at that level.

without that level of a cheat code in net, it makes the whole team's performance significantly more important.

can they do it? sure, of course. we've seen it. the series is tied, after all. will they do it for three to five more games to successfully get out of this series? that remains to be seen and is up to them. they may be able to pull it off. they also might not, especially given the other injuries they're dealing with. neither outcome would surprise me, and i would not be disappointed with an early exit—so much going on right now is utterly out of the team's control.

what i REALLY don't understand, though, is why people are connecting casey getting core muscle surgery to geno and tanger's contract situations.

i don't have any inside knowledge here, of course. i don't know any more than anyone else. we can listen to what people like rossi and yohe say, but we have no idea how valid their information is either, especially when it's contradicting what other sources are reporting. the truth is we simply do not know what's going on.

but just like casey being out does not fundamentally alter our overall playoff chances (due to us already being an underdog), casey being out also doesn't have anything to do with the future of the core in pittsburgh. why on earth would it? what does our second-string goalie have to do with extending one of the faces of the franchise and their #1 defenseman?

i'm not gonna say i'm feeling all that optimistic about this team's chances. they're streaky and prone to making unforced errors that come back to bite them, and they're going up against an unbelievably talented goalie. none of that changes no matter who's in our net. but i'm also not throwing the towel in immediately and saying that everything's over. we've played two games and won one of them!

i'm also not going to say i feel 100% confident geno and kris are back next year. they might be, or one of them might be. they also might both go elsewhere.

but there's just no connection between these two things. and there's really no reason to say, 'welp, that's it, i'm done, these worst-case scenarios are absolutely a done deal, i'm going to gloom all over the place about how horrible it all is'. what good does that do for your own personal mindset? we can't see into the future. we just don't know!

i dunno. i just don't understand the connections being made, or the purpose of deciding it's all over forever. unless you can see into the future, there in't a way to know! anything can happen, including good things.

#i'm seeing some truly wild shit today and it's baffling #also if you disagree with this please feel free to keep it to yourself #i'm always happy to talk about stuff respectfully but i'm not interested in a flood of anons scolding me for what MY opinions are #or telling me that the way i'm looking at things is naive and uneducated #we are all here for the same reason and going after others for their opinions is not okay behavior #neither is vagueblogging btw. people see that shit.#anyway. let's go pens #it's best of five now and we have home-ice advantage for the remainder of the series #we are still in this 100%

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b0mblover · 2 months

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tadajiro shower fic 1k words

thanks to; Sho, for the plot (THE FUCMING ENTIRE THING YOU DONT UNDERTZAND 😭😭ALL OF IT 100% srsly. i have the screenshots im not good at plot thank you so much sho srsly 🙏🙏 my fuxking SAVIOR)

Rizzmaster 89, for the dialog ideas

i formally apologize for everything, i just woke up

Jiro walked through the front door of the apartment, unintentionally slamming it as he closed it, it had been a long day, Noriko and him fought about nearly everything, he was involved in an on-foot pursue with the police, and lopt still existed.

Needless to say, he was exhausted.

Jirou walked over to and flopped onto the couch, he had been staying at Tadashis apartment for some while now, their apartment that they usually lived in was under renovations, so they all had to find somewhere else, Noriko stayed with Reina, Lopt was… Lopt, and Jiro stayed with tadashi.

It was the closest person he had outside of the revolutionary army,

(no crown isnt in this im sorry 😔)

ironic, a priest that gets payed a good fucking “little” sum of money lived in an apartment.

(nope just, idk apartments are easier for me to write even tho ive never lived in one)

Jiro layed there, unmoving for about 5 minutes until he heard a door shut.

“the hell do you think youre doing?”

tadashi was extremely annoying, almost all hours of the day.

“Fuckin tryina sleep” jiro managed to get out through gritted teeth

(shut up)

“The hell you are- go shower”

Kunai was… particular about so called “dirtiness”

Maybe it was the upbringings of them, but their opinions clashed more than Jiro and Noriko fighting

“No im fuckin tired leave me alone”

“I will if you go Fucking shower”

Kunai sighed, Jiro, as much as he “loved” him, he was quite stubborn, he walked over to jiro, and put his arms under him, picking him up bridal-style for about 2 seconds before setting him on the floor

(well more of standing?)

“The fuck are you doing?”

Jiro asked, he looked so tired.

“Youre going to shower, weather you like it or not”

Kunai but his arm around Jiros upper back, guiding him to the bathroom.

Kunai tugged at jiros waist band, motioning for him to take off his clothes, jiro did so slowly and reluctantly as kunai turned on the water to the shower.

(TADASHI TOOK OFF HIS CLOTHES I SWEAR I FORGOT TO WRITE IT IN THO)

It was a small bathroom, just enough for the two of them to move around mostly comfortably.

Kunai set a stool into the shower, motioning Jiro to sit down, Jiro did so as Kunai messed with the shower head, attempting to detach it from its handle.

(look ive only seen a detachable one irl when i was like 7 in my grandmothers apartment and that was so long ago- leave me alone:(pls)

After a minute or so, pulling it down, the pressure felt nice on jiros back, it was hard but not enough to be painful, warm, but not burning.

Kunai lathered something onto jiros hair, he didnt pay attention as to what, more than likely shampoo, he was too tired to care.

“So, hows it been?” kunai asked in a vagely monotone voice, it wasnt offputting as jiro had heard it a million times since “living” with him.

“Fine i guess” jiro sounded dejected, he wanted this to be over as soon as possible, and small talk wasnt letting that happen.

“You sound” kunai paused “like theres something on your mind” quickly changing his words.

“Its nothing important” he shot back quickly, it was one thing for even lopt to ask what was wrong, he noticed he mustve been acting strange for even kunai of all people to ask.

“Are you sure? yknow you can tell me anything, i wont tell” kunai said, as he started washing his back with soap.

“Just- i dont know how to explain” he sighed, he felt defeated, the one chance he was able to talk about how he felt, he felt like he blew it.

“just explain it however it comes to you yknow?” kunai moved to washing his neck, making sure to massage it at least a little bit.

“- fine, i dont think im worth anything to anyone, i think people only want to use me in one way or another”

“mhm and?” kunai grabbed at jiros shoulders, attempting to silently tell him to stop being so tense.

“and what? do you think im good at this emotional bullshit? no. no i am fucking not.”

kunai sighed “im just trying to get you to open up, i know that isnt easy”

“Why?”

“What”

“why try and get me to open up? we all know you dont truly care. do you just wanna use me too?” jiro started to speak faster

“is that really all im good for? is that what people see me as? do you see me as someone just to keep around until you get bored and eventually decide to throw out-“

“Relax. your shoulders jiro, relax, youre doing neither of us any favors by tensing up”

“r-right, sorry” jiro attempted to calm his body down as much as he could.

Kunai continued to wash his back, rinse his hair, put conditioner in his hair, wash his back.

“Jiro”

“Yea?”

“Do you think… how do i put this without it sounding wrong” he questioned aloud.

“just say it” jiro continued looking at the floor

“Do you think you really “have” anything im intrested in?”

“i dunno, my body i guess?” jiro was thankful that he wasnt facing tadashi at that moment

“Why would you think id want to use your body?”

“i well- because? why not right? thats all im worth”

“who told you that?” kunai was mentally on the verge of tears (or what yk little he “had” shut up lemme have a semi nice tadashi 😭😭)

“Huh?” jiro turned around to face Kunai, confused.

“who told you that youre only worth your body? i mean- i havent known you as long as say noriko, but i know that your worth more than that”

“i dont understand” jiro turned around, not really believing kunai in the slightest.

“Jiro, youre not stupid” Kunai hugged him from behind, not too tightly, before letting go again.

“youre kind, your funny, youre strong”

“so? thats normal though”

“i dont know about what youve went through, but if its anything like the rumors in school, it had to have been hell right?” tadashi adjusted the water to be warmer, theyll probably have to get out soon.

“What? i- my life then is no ones concern besides my own” if he had the energy hed glare at him.

“Maybe- maybe not, but it still changed you in some way correct? i mean, you sure do know how to run from the police damn well- and i don’t believe thats something just everyone can do”

Jiro knew at least that part was true, even if he didnt want to believe it.

“but even then, i contribute nothing to anyone” he hugged his own knees toghther attempting to comfort himself.

“is merely surviving after everything youve been through not enough?” Kunai smiled slightly.

“i-“ he stopped, he realized there was no use for him trying to fight tadashi, he knew in one way or another he was right, even if he didnt want to accept it.

Kunai hugged him from behind, before washing the conditioner out of his hair.

#j writes badly #???? ish???#again. thank sho for the plot.#im bad at plot #down to the stool jiro sits on. sho wrote the plot #(this was madw in like ja but ive been too depressed to post it LMAO 😭)#no beta we die like jirou

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milexa2000 · 2 years

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4⭐️Town when they are jealous

A/n: This is a request soooo.. It might suck😅😅 And also thank you @shigekoaoi7 for the request🖤

WARNINGS: maybe harrasment idk..AND FLUFFF

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Robaire🎤

He knows you live him from the bottom of your heart, buttt he doesnt like when seeing other guys talking to you

He would watch both of you if anything bad is happening

When the guy trys to hold your hand. Robaire had ENOUGH

he would walk up to both of you and holding you back

I feel like he would cuss the guy out in French and the guy is just there like "🤨😰"

"What do you think your doing?!" or "shes already taken man, sorry." and would walk away with his arms around you

You would thank him cause the guy made u uncomfy

"No problem Mon amour, im always here for you."

he can trust you cause he knows when you feel uncomfortable with other guys you dont know

So he will always have your back🥰

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Tae Young🕊

sometimes he doesnt mind of you talk with other guys if only they are your friend

But when he sees that guy try touching you, oh mannn hes pissed

He would walk up to them and yell in their face

You look at him and Awe, hes like a superhero saving your day

When the guy rolls his eyes and walks off, tae turns to look at you. THEN GRABS YOUR CHEEKS AND CHECK IF HE KISSED U OR SUM

"Dove, are you okay?, "did he kiss you?"," what did he tell you? ". He just keeps asking you questions

You giggle and hold his face, telling him that your fine and thanking him for saving you.

He starts blushing when you said you saved his life "ohhh stop it y/n." he says making SUCH A CUTE POUTY FACE

you cant help but kiss all over his face which makes him chuckle

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Aaron T🧢

UH UHH HE IS NOT GONNA LET ANYBODY TOUCH HIS GIRL

Hes a spy, hes really good at hiding

he watches the both of you just talking about god knows what

He walks up to you both, very chill yk

You dont get suprised when you feel arms around your waist cause you know its him

He kisses you on the cheek which males the guy so mad💀

"Sorry man, she's already mine" he says with a smirk on his face

While the guy was finally gone, you immediatly give him a tight hug which he returns

You cant stop thinking him because of how scared and uncomfy ehen the guy was talking to you

He looks at you and says "dont worry baby, its my job." with this face "😌"

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Aaron Z🏀

Z dan be very shy sometimes, but when he sees you with another guy that he doesnt know, oh boy hes about to get madddd

He thought yoy we're cheating on him but he realized the look on your face

U look... Nervous and uncomfortable when the guy is trying to talk to you

You see him walking up to you both which excites you cause ur bby boy is coming to the rescueeee

You go behind him and hold him tight when helds you behind him protectively

He trys to be calm but he can't

He tells the guy?, "don't touch my girl or else we gonna have a problem." and the guy immedietly nods his head and runs off

He starts to feel bad, then he feels someone tap his shoulder which he turns to look at you.

you hold his face.... AND KISS HIS ALL OVER. HIS CHEEKS, HIS LIPS, HIS FOREHEAD

you kept telling him how proud you Were of him for saving you

He makes a suprises face and blushes. He loves when you cheer him

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Jesse🎨

Like Aaron T, he would be a spy watching you and the random guy

He makes this face "😧" when he sees the guy touching you, thats when hes ready to confront the guy

When you see him coming your day, you run up to him and hug him tightly

He looks at the guy, pissed off. "Don't you DARE put your Hands on her, shes mine! and they guy freaks out and runs off which you cant help but goggle

While the dude is gone, Jesse looks at you with a worried face.

"Are you okay baby?" , "thank goodness your okay." he holds you so tight like a big bear

You tell hin that your fine and kiss him which makes him smile☺️

You thank him for saving you and tell him that there is nothing to worry about

Which makes him smile even more and you both tried to forget what just happened💀

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A/n: I HOPE U GUYS LIKE ITT. Plz send me some request of 4Town. Thanks🥰

-Milexa

#turning red #4 town #4townie #encanto fluff #disney fanfiction #taeyoung #aaron t x reader #robaire turning red #4town jesse #turning red x reader #aaron z #disney movies #4town x reader

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:

-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first

-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”

-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite

-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you

-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)

-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes

-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again

-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”

-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft

-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him

-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else

-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho

-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good

-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda

-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it

-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to

-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time

-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit

-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right

-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.

-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper

-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u

-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it

-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”

-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming

-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only

-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms

-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates

-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask

-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”

ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about

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after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

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stopeatingwhales · 3 years

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second chance x damon albarn

i'm surprised i haven't written anything about dilf damon yet bc i've been so obsessed with him recently wtf. anyways enjoy x

i might do a second part to this, idk yet tho

Pairing: dilf damon x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2.786

Requested by anon <3

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“Do you want to come over?” I abruptly asked, the silence pouring through the line deafening my ears as my fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt. The desperation and moment that led to me ringing my ex-boyfriend at what was nearing eight in the evening seemed as though it was a fever dream, the words rolling off my tongue so delicately out of apprehension only a fragment of that trance. In all honesty, I had no idea as to why I rang Damon, or to what extent the string of thoughts guided me towards the action of calling - we had been broken up for around a year, and it came as a much larger shock that I was able to muster the amount of courage to tap his contact on my phone and attentively listen to the thunderous rings as the landlines attempted to connect, instead of quickly shutting the phone off before he was able to receive a missed call alert.

“Uh, um - are you sure?” he questioned, the stutter escaping his mouth insinuated that he was just as dazed at my sudden offer as me, the demeanour of his voice accentuating the idea that he was entirely finished with the ephemeral chapter of his life which had me intertwined inside as his partner; that he had gotten over me quicker than the momentary period our relationship lasted. My heart sank, realising how indigent I sounded, as if I had never gotten over him throughout our time apart - which I did, learning to live with myself was easier than I had thought it was going to be; the weeks leading up to the breakup stemming from the distance we shared apart due to Damon consistently being on tour and never providing enough time for me, for us, to consider one another as more than romantically acquainted, though that didn’t mean the gap in my heart had been sealed shut, it was simply brimmed with other, unspecial fragments of things which could only distract the thought of him for so long, until I’d discover myself adventuring for something else to hyperfixate my thoughts upon, though he always returned.

“Yeah…” My voice trailed off, so quiet that I struggled to sustain the volume. Though we had only just spoken, the trance that he had obtained over me for all those months we were with one accord, returned in an instant, having the same rush that a recollection of memories, pastimes that were once forgotten, crumbled to dust, had been reborn; ignited into a new bloom in the height of a harvest, resulting in the scolding of yourself upon how you granted the ability to forget such a thing. It seemed as if all those thoughts, ideations convinced to the point that I had gotten over him, were myriads of masks attempting to say it enough to believe it. Without a doubt, I had never overcome the strains of the acquaintance we shared - and I could only hope he felt the same way.

I heard his throat clear itself before his voice echoed through the telephone speakers once again. “Alright… I’ll be there in a bit.” he mumbled, those words bringing a soft, yet apprehensive grin to my lips. I had no idea what I was doing, or why, but it felt right.

It felt as if only the sum of a few minutes passed when I heard a distinguishable knock on the door; one that had not rang through my ears for an interminable amount of time, one that was able to send me months back in time to a period where he had significantly been a figurehead dictating the story. As I jolted up to answer the door, it felt as if things were normal again, back to how they used to be so many nights previous; me waiting for him to come home after he spent a long day at the recording studio, crafting what could only be assumed was the pure essence of talent, unlocking the door to allow my arms to envelop into an embrace cherished with affection and warmth, proving he longed to have my presence just as much as I craved his. Once my eyes met the sight of him, my heart dropped at the overwhelming feeling of my reminiscing about what once was, the nostalgia for a moment so authentically shaped with what could only be described as true love, my body yearning to relish in the sensation of his arms protectively wrapped around my body, a feeling which could only fulfill one’s heart with all that it desires. "Hi..." I trailed off, stunned by how similar, yet different his appearance was from when we last saw one another. His hair had the same shape, though it seemed a little shorter, his eyebags still prominent on his features, though it seemed as if they had sagged down slightly, posing the idea of whether he had been sleeping alright. His torso still adorned shirts with dark colours, amplified with one of his leather jackets which only made me more attracted to him. Widening the door, he set foot into the apartment, nodding his head lightly as a greeting. Although I was very elated to the fact that he was in my apartment, it felt eerie having him back here after so long, stepping foot into the space that was once served merely as a homely and secure space where we both could simply live and enjoy our time together, no distractions included.

Once I had followed him into the living space, he took a seat onto the couch facing the television. I attempted to make my footsteps omit as little noise as possible, as if to avoid damaging the awkward silence that had been shared between the pair of us. It went without saying that neither of us knew how to break the ice, or where this was going to head. One could only hope that the outcome of this meeting was positive. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering over to the cabinet adjacent to the television, supplied with all sorts of alcoholic beverages in which I had not touched, simply there as a point of manners to offer when somebody had come over. “White?” I offered, pulling out an almost-full bottle of white wine. I knew he hated it.

"You know I’ve always hated white." he mumbled, a small smile playing upon his lips. Something about that little grin plastered on his lips made my stomach flip and turn, welcoming a swarm of butterflies to accentuate the nervous pit that had formed within myself. The intense feelings reminded me of the same bewilderment your body undergoes during the first date; there is such a raw attraction to somebody that you know far too little about, but you are so hypnotised by their presence it is as if they’re the only thing in the world that matters, to the point that they obnoxiously overtake your mind, every little thought occupied with their name, wondering whether they may like such and such, like an infection spreading without you knowing such cure for it. The atmosphere was intense, carrying the same ambience of two strangers meeting for the first time in an isolated space, though there was also a refreshing element of familiarity that neither of us wanted to admit that we appreciated so deeply.

"Red?" I asked, snatching the half empty bottle as I placed the other wine bottle back in its designated place, turning my head back to fix my gaze onto Damon, raising my eyebrows as a form of derise for the drink. Nodding his head in response, I quickly took two glasses from the cabinet, brimming them both with the alcoholic liquid before slowly making my way to sit next to him on the sofa, handing him one of the glasses as he thanked me in response. The same devilish silence echoed in the room once again as we granted the situation to truly sink in - thankfully alcohol was present. As I took a sip of the beverage, I tried to gulp down as much liquid as possible before I spoke once again. "So... how have you been?"

"Good... Just came off tour actually. Was a really successful one." he replied, his voice laced with a slight tone of doubt, edging the regret of so eagerly returning back into a place that was once so attached to his occupancy. He carried on talking about how the tour had been, my head subconsciously nodding, attentive to what he was talking about. Each time he had told me about something new they had added, or something they had changed surrounding the live performance set-up, it never failed to blow me away. Him and Jamie together, working on such a creative idea and putting it to life on stage was truly something out of rare virtuosity, disregarding the lengthy old ramblings from Damon almost every night he had returned home about how much Jamie had pissed him off, having a petty argument as if it was a be or end all in their friendship. It was actually a good form of entertainment, seeing how riled up Damon had gotten simply because of something that Jamie joked in an interview.

Once he had finished talking, our eyes connected, uncertainty clouded in his eyes as he searched for the reason behind him needing to come over. "Y/N, why did you ask me to come over?" He said, abrupt, almost as if those words had been lingering at the back of his mind the entire time we had been in one another’s acquaintance; the ease of the sting of words rolling off his tongue softly implied that, perhaps a try to prevent the harshness of the asking from offending me in the slightest. "We haven't seen each other for a year, why now?"

Both gazes never dared to break contact as if we had attempted to communicate telepathically - the ideation of instigating a conversation as awkward as how this had become, the two of us simply wanting the ground to swallow us whole. His gaze had the ability to put me into a trance upon which I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else except for the utter magnificence that was birthed into his loving eyes. Inhaling sharply, I tried to collect the thoughts in my brain that had been travelling in all directions, searching for all sorts of different possibilities that the conversation could reach. "Can we give it a second chance?" I asked absentmindedly, the realisation of what had just rolled off my tongue not settling in my mind until his eyes widened, speechless and shocked at my sudden questioning.

Sighing, he cocked his head to the side. “Love, we didn't work out the first time..." he began, my heart dropping to my stomach as the thought of him breaking my heart again entered my mind. His expression quickly softened once he saw my face drain colour, explaining all that he needed to know about how I had coped since he had left the picture. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Breaking away from the stare, I gawked at the dark shades of red that had adorned the transparent glass clasped in my palm. Holding in my emotions wasn’t going to do me any justice, and since he was here, it would not make sense for me to stupidly avoid the whole reasoning behind me needing him inside my apartment after so long. “It’s been so hard trying to get over you,” I mumbled, my voice almost inaudible out of embarrassment, though I knew he could hear me. “I need you.”

What I didn’t see from my shameful gaze at the ground, was the miniscule beam that broke out across Damon’s features. What I was unaware of, my body encompassed in such a impotent state of pure isolation, was that Damon had been as dependent on hearing those words escaping my mouth before he could admit the same to himself. Though it had all been answered to me as he softly brought his arm to caress my arm, gently squeezing the skin as a form of reassurance, implying the notion that he understood, that he felt the same way, after all this time. We broke up not because we lost feelings, but because the emotions we carried for one another were too strong to handle, too intense to progress with, that when he was gone for those long hours it had left me in such a stupor of helplessness and melancholy that it was unbearable to handle without it tarnishing my health. Unsurprisingly, at this point we knew where the conversation was headed; my desires to be swathed in his arms once again that I had tried so hard to banish to the back of my mind, to the depths of my distant memories in which by reliving such a hug came flooding back, my body leaned into his touch almost instantaneously, a subconscious reflex that I had craved, such an embrace that no other person could give, the mere side hug from him was able to banish all the pain that I had tried so diligently to mask away for the past few months.

We sat there for a short while, taking in the moment as it had played throughout, our breathing syncing together as comfort relished in the atmosphere, our minds now finally at peace while all the conflict that had battled our minds over the time we weren’t together. "Let me come on tour with you." I said, my head resting against his shoulder.

A chuckle erupted out of his throat. “It’s not that easy love.”

"Why can't it be? You're literally the frontman!" I exclaimed, lifting my head off his shoulder to connect eyes with him. "Damon, it would be so fun!" I exclaimed, attempting to encourage him.

It was as if things had mended back together, all the cracks in the pavements had been glued together to mend the time lost, as if it had never occurred. Through all the hardship I had faced trying to find the remedy to my heartache, I was dumbfounded to realise that it had been sitting in front of me, at the top of my phone’s contact list, right in front of my eyes this entire time. His eyes were calling out to me, enveloping my heart in comfort and warmth, the hunger radiating out eager to the ideation of starting anew and preserving the time in which we had lost, building new memories, unfastening the lock on the clock dictating the length of the relationship, allowing it to elongate, carry on as long as we could. My heart brimmed with homeliness - the house I was inside finally feeling normal to me once again.

"I'll see what I can do," he grins, the beautiful sight causing a small smile to erupt on my face as my body melted back into his arms once again. "No promises though."

It felt nice to wake up next to someone again the next morning, on the mattress that once was a carcass of many tears of sadness and melancholy, authentically conveyed by the essence of nihilism embodied from isolation, the kind of philosophical beliefs one could only develop an understanding towards subsequent to irrational thinking as the hours fell still, leaving you sat there, reliving the last moments from your memory bank with the significant other you had soiled ends with, a person who had supported you from the very beginning, even when things formed a bitter congestion to the relationship devoured by both participants, perhaps from the acceleration of argumentation shared, or the distance that had started to weave its way between, leaving you both stranded to conclude, as if you were both on separate, desolate islands fighting against the starvation of progressing through your lives and starting anew, departing from the old knots and attachments formed once epitomising pure adoration and love, though over time spawning to be the offspring of the devil. A person whom you knew would make your bed every morning, cradle you in his arms at the darkest hours to baptise the negativity coiled in your brain, whispering what seems like sweet nothings, merely sounding like soft raspy groans due to them being exhausted out of their mind, but you knew they were saying something to you, you could hear it, acknowledge it in a language that nobody else was able to understand. I relished in concession that he who lay beside me was the one that bestowed and epitomised all the things that I once lacked a night before. A lover.

#want 2 marry dilf damon ngl #he's literally perfect #damon albarn x reader #gorillaz #britpop #90s #nineties #damon albarn #band imagines #fluff #my writing

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