#Devo Nod

[neverfeelinplace]

#River phoenix #devo nod #I love you to death

[mysadcorner]

River Phoenix, James wright, Danny pope , devo from a thing called love, running on empty, and I love you to death?

I write for all of these but I think in one post it’ll be too long so I’ll make separate posts for each of them :)

#river phoenix x reader #river phoenix x you #river phoenix headcanons #river phoenix #river phoenix x y/n #james wright #danny pope #running on empty #i love you to death #90s movies #the thing called love #devo nod

[marvelmusing]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Modern!Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you find yourself with nowhere to live, your friend Alina offers you the perfect solution - her Uncle Aleksander’s empty townhouse. What you don’t know is that Aleksander’s security cameras watch your every move, and Aleksander himself is almost instantly captivated by you.

Warnings [18+]: smut, dom!Aleksander, reader is staying in Aleksander’s house (supposedly) without his knowledge, subtle mafia vibes, power play, voyeuristic vibes from Aleksander, unspecified age gap, reference to oral (fem receiving), slight cnc vibes (no verbal consent but a safeword is established), smidge of size kink, very subtle hints that Aleksander wants children, he’s quite intense but she’s into it.

A/N: happy christmas everyone!

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Aleksander receives an alert the moment his front door is opened. One glance at the screen of his phone reveals that Alina’s key card had deactivated the alarm system.

It isn’t unusual for her to invite herself into his townhouse in one of the affluent boroughs of the city. He rarely uses the space himself, preferring his smaller apartment in Central Os Alta due to the vicinity to his workplace. What is unusual, however, is that she has company today.

Aleksander has an extensive number of security cameras and microphones placed throughout his home. It helps to ease his paranoia and sate the need to control his surroundings. He doesn’t tend to check on Alina when she visits, leaving her to her own devices, but your presence has his interest piqued.

Alina doesn’t bother to take her shoes off, per usual. But you do. After dragging your feet over the doormat - twice, one foot after the other - you tug off your shoes, placing them neatly beside his shoe rack before hurrying to catch up to Alina as she heads towards the kitchen.

He’s proud of the townhouse, a space he had curated as a safe haven for himself and a currently non-existent significant other. Seeing you stare, lips parted as your eyes drink in the furniture and decor in what seems like awe, has a warmth gathering in his chest. He will admit, your admiration of his house is rather adorable.

Curious, he unmutes the sound on the security feed, just in time to hear your voice as you ask tentatively,

“You’re sure your uncle won’t mind?”

Alina opens up a cupboard, retrieving a bag of snacks which she examines with a small frown, before she rips the packaging open and begins to munch on the treats inside. She shrugs through a mouthful.

“He barely ever stays here.”

“But you did ask him… didn’t you?”

Aleksander vaguely remembers Alina mentioning a friend of hers that needed a place to stay. What he doesn’t remember is giving her permission to accommodate said friend in his house. But he watches Alina nod, scrunching up the bag as she finishes her snacks.

“He wants someone here to receive his parcels,” she says, tossing the crumpled wrapper towards the bin. She misses.

He doesn’t order anything to his house. All his parcels are delivered either to his work or his apartment. The townhouse is his hidden treasure, though strangely he doesn’t loathe the idea of letting you stay there. Perhaps he should place a few harmless orders, to aid Alina’s lie. Something inconspicuous, that you might enjoy, like a monthly flower subscription. He likes the thought of you assembling a cheerful bouquet in his living room.

“And you’re sure he doesn’t want any rent,” you say, picking up Alina’s rubbish and placing it in the bin. You’re already a perfect houseguest, though he hopes you might be able to feel comfortable enough to relax in his house.

Aleksander almost feels offended by your suggestion and is relieved when Alina shakes her head.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell him I’m the one staying here. Besides, you’re like my sister. What’s mine is yours.”

“Even your Uncle Sasha?” you ask with a shy smile and this tiny glimpse at your humour has Aleksander wanting to devour you.

Alina grins.

“Especially him.” She pushes away from where she’s been leaning on the kitchen counter. “I’ll give you the password to his grocery account. Order whatever you like.”

That nervous expression returns to your features.

“Are you sure?”

“He gives me an allowance that I never use. You can have it.” She opens one of the kitchen drawers, rummaging through the contents despite Aleksander’s meticulous organisation. It doesn’t take her long to find what she’s looking for. “Here’s a key card to disable the security alarms and the wifi password.”

Aleksander watches you take the objects slowly, holding them in the palm of your hand before closing your fist around them protectively. Alina gestures upwards towards the rest of the house.

“Pick whatever bedroom you like best.”

Unknown by you, the moment you choose Aleksander’s bed to sleep in you become his.

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As the owner of the internet router at his house, Aleksander can see what sites you visit while using his internet - a power that he abuses fully. He enjoys the insight into your thoughts and interests. The questions you have about the world and the things that make you happy.

During his lunch one day, Aleksander is scrolling through your recent search history when he spots something interesting. His name. Initially just a google search. Then you had examined his Instagram and Facebook, before moving onto his company website.

He’s tempted to pull up the security feed and rewind it back to the moment you had first typed his name, just to see your reaction to what you’re seeing. Especially when he sees how long you had spent reading the tabloids and swiping through images of him. It seems he has captured your attention.

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It takes a small nudge from Aleksander for you to stop buying only the necessities during your grocery order. Just a few small taps of his thumbs and he adds enough random baking supplies for you to perceive it as an accident when it arrives.

One day, Alina visits him at work, a small box of cupcakes tucked under her arm. Instantly, he recognises them as one of your creations. He had watched you bake them yesterday head bobbing to your music as you had decorated them with an adorable frown of concentration and a smudge of buttercream on your face.

He waits until she leaves before cracking open the box, allowing the sweet sugary scent to invade his senses. The moan that escapes him during his first bite is obscene. He wonders whether your cheeks would flush with heat at the sound. His mind wanders, thinking of kissing the cream off your cheeks.

Aleksander finds himself imagining what it would be like to come home to you, the house warm and inviting as you await his arrival with a sweet treat and an eager smile. He would sink to his knees on the kitchen tiles, slide your skirt and apron up to your waist so that he can kiss your pretty cunt until his name is the only word you can manage.

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Aleksander hates seeing you cry. But that job of yours was doing you no good. Waking up early to catch the bus and arriving home so tired that you don’t have enough energy to cook yourself a hot meal. Now, after Aleksander has pulled a few strings, you can sleep for as long as you like and spend time creating food that brings you joy.

He has already logged onto his grocery account and amended your weekly order to include a few recipes you wanted to try and some additional treats in an attempt at lifting your spirits. All he wants is for you to be happy.

He’s sorely tempted to go to you now. To wrap his arms around you, hold you against his chest and kiss the crown of your head while murmuring reassurances that this was for the best. He doesn’t like seeing you so despondent. He wants his happy girl back, who tends to the flowers and reads curled up in his armchair beside the fire.

He could just go to you. It’s his house you’re staying in after all. But he doesn’t want to rob you of your safe place. If he turned up now, he knows you would feel pressured to leave, even when you have nowhere else to go. His sweet girl, so terrified of taking up too much space. One day, very soon, he will be able to appreciate you how he longs to.

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He thinks you might be trying to kill him.

Aleksander’s home gym is a room occupied by a treadmill and a few stray pieces of equipment that he hardly ever uses, there to fill the space he hopes will one day be converted into a nursery.

Currently, you’re stretching yourself out over a yoga mat he didn’t even know he owned, twisting your body into a rather enticing position. His mouth goes dry at the sight of you, shifting in his seat to alleviate some of the ache in his throbbing cock.

Whilst he’s glad you’ve found another hobby to fill your time - and the thought of your improved flexibility pleases him - he almost wishes he hadn’t checked in on you. Now, he is going to have to sit through a meeting and resist the urge to continue watching you.

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Once a week, Alina stays over with you, spending the evening catching up and talking about all manner of things together. Aleksander likes to listen in while he’s working, imagining that he’s actually in the office across the hall from the living room.

Alina’s suggestion of a blind date for you makes him stiffen, lifting his eyes away from his papers and onto the screen. He’s somewhat glad that you seem apprehensive.

“I thought you didn’t like Mal?” you ask Alina, fidgeting with the edge of the velvet cushion in your lap.

She shrugs.

“Just because he wasn’t right for me doesn’t mean he won’t be right for you.”

Aleksander can say with absolute certainty that Mal is nowhere near the right man for you. He can remember when Alina was infatuated with the boy. If he strings you along like he did with Alina, Aleksander won’t be able to stop himself from interfering.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be mad, but I might have already made a reservation for you.”

“Lina!”

You swat her with your cushion - almost playfully - but Aleksander can see your anxiety in the set of your shoulders. To hell with not interfering. He mutes the sound on the screen, picking up his phone and dialling a familiar number.

“Zoya, I need a favour.”

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He needs to play this carefully. With Zoya’s intervention at the bar where Mal was meeting his friends for a drink beforehand, he will never make it to your date. Aleksander needs to leave you waiting long enough to be relieved by his arrival, but not so long that the rejection damages your self esteem. From a corner of the restaurant, he watches your face carefully.

Each time a waiter appears, he sees you grow a little more agitated, fidgeting with your fingers as you insist that your date will arrive soon. It’s only once he sees you inhale shakily that he decides to pick up his coat and stroll over to your table.

“Is this seat taken?”

Embarrassment touches at your features as you glance up at him, then the tables surrounding you as you seem to assume he’s asking to take the chair to his own table. He watches your lips press together before you shake your head and gesture defeatedly at the chair.

“It’s all yours.”

He smiles widely, draping his coat over the back of the chair before he sits down.

“Thank you, milaya.”

The look of surprise on your face is delightful, even more so when recognition sparkles in your eyes.

“Mr Morozova.”

He’s exceptionally proud of the feigned confusion he spreads over his features.

“Do we know each other?”

“You’re Alina’s uncle.”

“Yes,” he says, the hint of a question at the edge of his tone. Ducking your head bashfully, you tell him your name.

He repeats your name slowly, as if it is the first time he’s ever spoken it, trying to ignore how wide your eyes are at the sound of your name on his lips.

“Alina mentioned you were looking for a place to stay in the city. Did you manage to find somewhere?”

You seem startled at the thought of him remembering you.

“Oh, yes. I did, thank you.”

He smiles. Alina had lied to him, telling him that she was the one staying at his house. Whilst he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, the urge to make you squirm a little pokes at him.

“Do you like where you’re living now?”

He watches you shift nervously in your seat, but your response is earnest.

“Yes, I do,” you admit quietly. “It’s lovely.” He hums indulgently, hoping you might continue speaking, and you nod. “One of the nicest places I’ve ever lived.”

He wants to keep you forever.

Instead, he offers to buy you dinner, which you agree to after a little convincing from Aleksander. He asks for your order, calling the waiter over to place it for you both.

Now that you’re front of him, after watching you through a screen for so long, Aleksander can’t look away from you. In such proximity, he can observe every minute detail. The way you fidget with the charms on your bracelet. The way you attempt to be subtle when you glance at him, only to find his eyes already on you.

He drinks in the sight of you, warmth in his chest as you tuck into your meal. He will admit, he pays little attention to his own plate, choosing to watch as you eat eagerly with soft sounds of pleasure in response to the taste. All the while, he coaxes you into conversation and by the time you’ve finished you seem much more relaxed in his presence.

Aleksander leans back in his chair, swirling the wine around in his glass with nimble fingers. With a polite gesture to the waiter, he orders another bottle of wine. When the waiter mentions dessert, Aleksander raises a questioning brow at you. He can see the nervousness creep into your eyes at the thought of asking for more.

After you refuse his offer, he orders a plateful of dessert that he intends on sharing with you. When it arrives, he takes a few mouthfuls for himself before he offers a spoonful to you.

“Come on, milaya. I bought it for us to share.”

When you relent, leaning forwards to take the spoon from him, he retracts his head, pulling it out of your reach.

“Ah, ah. No hands. Let me.”

After ducking your head bashfully, you look down to avoid his gaze and Aleksander can see how flustered his words have made you. Still, you nod obediently. He moves the spoon back towards you, feeding you the dessert when you open your mouth for him.

He stares as your eyes flutter closed and you hum in delight at the rich taste with a pretty smile on your face.

Saints, you’re so perfect.

Aleksander pays the bill. He keeps his hand on your lower back as you walk to the entrance of the restaurant. He frowns at the sight of goosebumps prickling over your skin.

“Where’s your coat, milaya?”

“Alina gave me a lift here and I left it in her car.”

He tuts quietly in disapproval.

“Well, that won’t do, will it?” Aleksander places his coat over your shoulders, thick wool draped over your frame to shield you from the cold. He smiles at the sight of you, helping you tuck each of your arms into the sleeves. “There we go.”

You give him a bright smile and begin to play shyly with the buttons at the front of his coat.

“Thank you.”

“Let me give you a lift home.”

Immediately your smile falters and you refuse his offer.

“Oh no, I’m fine walking, thank you.”

“You’re walking?” The moment you nod he begins to shake his head. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m not living in the city centre. It’ll be too out of your way.”

“Nonsense.”

“Mr Morozova-”

“Call me Aleksander, please.”

“Aleksander,” you state slowly. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“I’m not going back to my apartment tonight.”

There’s a waver in your voice as you say,

“You’re not?”

He shakes his head.

“I have a house not far from here.”

He watches the internal struggle play over your face. Realisation. Anxiety. Words scrambling from your mind to your tongue as you attempt to create a confession. Sweet girl. Always so honest.

“Aleksander, I…” He watches you wring your hands, the sleeves of his coat covering all but your fingertips. “Alina’s been letting me stay at your townhouse. I’m so sorry for not telling you.”

He doesn’t respond.

Instead, he smiles at the valet, standing behind you as he waits for the man to retrieve his car keys. Leaning down, he presses a pacifying kiss to your temple, smoothing his hands over each of your shoulders, stroking your biceps. He can see the confusion in your eyes at his reaction.

“We’ll discuss this at home, darling.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, though he doubts you would ever openly disagree with him. He feels you shiver at the command in his voice and a thrill runs through him at the thought of you enjoying the role he has picked out for you.

The short walk to the car is silent, a few stray snowflakes beginning to fall. Aleksander keeps his arm around you, ensuring you don’t slip on any ice. He holds the passenger door open for you and keeps his hand on your thigh for the entire journey, ignoring your squirming.

“Aleksander,” you whisper. “I really am sorry.”

“Not now, milaya. Let me concentrate on the roads.”

He feels your skin flush with embarrassment at his condescending tone. The snow has quickly covered the world in white, thick flurries falling faster with every passing moment.

When you finally return home, he slips his coat from your shoulders, hanging it up in the hallway as he nods at your shoes, a silent order for you to remove them. With the height of your heels gone, you seem so much smaller than him as he looks down at you.

“I do not tolerate lying, milaya.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr Morozova. I can move my things out now-”

He presses his thumb against your mouth, index finger curling under your chin.

“I do not want to hear another word from those pretty lips of yours. Safeword is shadow. Understood?”

Excitement sparks in your eyes as you realise what is happening, and when you nod obediently Aleksander feels his cock throb. He knows you will enjoy this. He knows your preferences - what you search for when you’re eager to get yourself off.

“Good girl. Now go pour me a drink.”

Aleksander settles down on his favourite armchair in the living room, watching as you unlock the alcohol cabinet and pour him a small sample of whiskey, the liquid falling smoothly into the crystal glass. He stretches his legs out; his knees always ache during the cold weather. Soaking in a hot bath with you is certainly an enticing thought - perhaps for tomorrow evening.

There’s a slight tremble to your fingers as you hand him the glass.

“Thank you, milaya. Be a dear and take my shoes off - I can’t reach them too comfortably at my age.”

With fumbling fingers, you manage to untie his laces and loosen the shoes away from his feet, slipping them off easily enough. The sight of you between his thighs, kneeling on the ground is utter perfection. He smiles down at you, stroking his knuckles over your cheek.

“There’s a good girl. Place them in the hallway for me?”

In the time it takes you to move into the hallway and place the shoes down on the rack beside his front door, Aleksander has freed his cock from the confines of his trousers and underwear, hissing slightly as he grips himself.

When you return, the sight of him has your footsteps faltering in the doorway. He leans his head back, watching you through hooded eyes and a tense jaw. He sees your eyes widen, like a little deer in headlights. He sees your gaze flicker down to his exposed cock and your thighs tremble as they press against each other.

He tilts his head at you.

“Come sit on my cock, milaya.”

A slight shake of your head.

“It won’t fit.”

“Yes it will. Come here.” Still you don’t move. “I won’t ask again.”

His tone has you stumbling forwards.

As you struggle to straddle his lap, he pushes the hem of your dress, velvet smoothing easily upwards to reveal bare skin. The underwear you’re wearing is nice, though he knows you own much prettier sets. That knowledge reassures him that you hadn’t intended on sleeping with your date tonight.

Retrieving his drink from the table beside him, watching you with a self satisfied smirk as he lifts his glass to your lips.

“Some liquid courage for you.”

He breathes out a soft laugh when he sees your nose wrinkle at the taste; evidently you must have swallowed more than you were anticipating.

“Now let’s have a look at what we have here,” he muses, pushing the gusset of your panties aside to reveal your glistening cunt, flushed and glossy with arousal. A perfect little mess. “Have you been in this state since we arrived? Or during the car ride home?”

He can feel your body burning as you admit,

“Since dinner, sir.”

“Oh sweet girl, have I left you wanting?”

“Please,” you whisper weakly. He brushes the head of his cock over your quivering entrance, grinning at the sound of your whimpers.

“Let’s start with the tip, shall we?”

He begins to ease you onto his cock, stretching you out slowly and a small cry escapes from your lips at the sensation. Sweat glistens over your chest as you heave in a few hurried breaths.

Aleksander praises you with every inch, telling you how perfect you are as you writhe and buck against his hold. Once you’re fully seated on his cock, he runs his hands over your thighs soothingly, encouraging you to relax as your cunt continues to twitch around him.

He tugs the front of your dress down, revealing your breasts for him to fondle freely. His hands wander over your body, squeezing the sensitive flesh. Almost absentmindedly, he begins to play with your nipples, pressing kisses from your forehead down to your jawline.

“Such a pretty sight. How are you feeling, my love?”

“So full,” you whine, on the verge of tears. “So good. Aleksander.”

“That’s it, darling.” He holds onto your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A weak shake of your head that doesn’t convince him. He suspects you can’t even convince yourself that you don’t want this. Nevertheless, he can’t help but argue with you.

“Who’s been housing you, and feeding you, these last few months?”

He watches your expression crumble in defeat, giving in to your desire.

“You have.”

“That’s right, milaya.” He grasps onto your hips, encouraging you to begin bouncing on his cock.“You have no idea..” The feeling of your cunt squeezing him like a vice makes him groan, hands gripping your trembling thighs. “…how difficult it’s been to resist buying clothes for you as well.” His words are breathless, panted out against your lips as he presses your foreheads together. “Dresses and skirts and pretty lingerie sets. But we have a wedding to save for, don’t we?”

His question seems to catch you off guard, as an obscene moan is ripped from the back of your throat. He rolls his hips upwards, notching the head of his cock against that sweet spot inside you that makes you clench violently. Something akin to a sob heaves at your shoulders as you tremble.

“I’m going to spoil you, darling. I want my ring on your finger. I want you in white lace and diamonds.”

Aleksander moans at the feeling of your nails digging into his arms through the fabric of his shirt. He keeps one hand on your hip, occasionally stroking the tense muscles of your abdomen, the other hand cupping your face so that he can kiss you.

He sees your toes curl, calves twitching as your cunt pulses an erratic beat that makes pleasure rocket down his spine. Aleksander moans your name softly, over and over until you’re shaking with overstimulation as you near your climax. When you begin to plead, he hushes you soothingly.

He knows you haven’t touched yourself in quite some time. He knows that the orgasm you’re seconds away from will unravel you completely. He can’t wait to see it.

“Let go, milaya. I’m right here,” he says warmly as he reaches down to rub firm circles over your swollen clit. “Cum around my cock like the good girl you are. Let me have you.”

Aleksander would consider it something of a religious experience, watching you lose yourself to pleasure. To see something so intimate, so sacred, in such proximity, when he has only ever seen you through a screen for months. The orgasm that hits you is lengthy, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as your cunt pulses around him. Every movement, every sound you make, is so breathtakingly beautiful that he stares openly at you with his lips parted in awe. His beautiful girl. His.

That final thought is what pushes him into completion, spilling inside you with a deep moan. He looks down at where the two of you are joined, admiring the glistening mess there. He kisses your forehead as you slump down against his chest. There’s a dazed look in your eyes as you stare down at the buttons on his shirt, fidgeting with them absentmindedly.

“I can leave, if you’d like,” you suggest in a quiet murmur. He places his hands on your lower back, keeping you pressed to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You would freeze out there.”

Aleksander lifts you upwards, squeezing your hips gently as he does so, and his cock slips out of you. He leans forwards, kissing you again as he ticks himself back into his trousers. He sucks on your lower lip, dragging it lightly between his teeth as he buttons up his trousers with one hand.

“Stay,” he says.

The smile you give him is shy as you nod, whispering,

“Okay.”

He hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. Instantly, you wrap your arms around his neck, coiling yourself around him as he carries you up the stairs.

Some of his cum slips out of you, as he lowers you down onto his sheets. He presses his fingers against your cunt, pushing his spend back inside you where it belongs. A quiet groan catches in his throat at the sensation of your warm cunt clinging to his digits, desperate to keep him inside. He curls his finger, pressing his thumb against your clit.

Aleksander grins when you cant your hips forwards mindlessly.

“What a mess we’ve made. Let me clean you up, milaya.”

Then he ducks his head between your thighs and enters heaven.

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Aleksander nudges the front door closed with his hip, his hands occupied by shopping bags. He kicks his feet together to dislodge some of the snow stuck to the sole of his shoes, wondering if you’re still asleep.

He finds his answer in the kitchen; you’re dressed in one of his t-shirts. At the sound of him approaching you turn, wide eyed as he stands in the doorway, snowflakes in his hair. He notices your tears immediately, staining your cheeks as you sniffle.

“Milaya?”

“I thought you left me.” The words wobble on their way out. “I woke up and you were gone and I thought you’d left me.”

He lowers the bags, stepping towards you to take you into his arms. After the events of last night, it seems you’re in a somewhat fragile state. He folds his arms around you, giving your body a gentle squeeze as you press yourself tightly against his chest.

“The snow is getting heavy. I thought I would stock up on some essentials to last us until the weather improves,” he explains calmly. He hears how your breathing shakes with emotion. His clothes are still cold from his trip outside and you are delightfully warm. “As if I could ever leave you, my sweet girl.”

He kisses your forehead and your grip on him tightens.

“I’m here,” he murmurs gently, swaying the two of you from side to side as he strokes his hands down your body.

He ducks his head down, hooking a finger beneath your chin to tilt your head backwards so he can kiss you properly. His lips move slowly against yours, palms cupping your cheeks tenderly.

He ensures that you remain attached to him as he puts the perishables away, your arms looped around his neck and your body nestled into his side. Then he abandons the rest of the shopping, opting to bend you over the kitchen countertop, shoving his trousers down so that he can drive his cock into you.

He heaves a sigh of relief at the sound of your breathy gasp, kissing over your neck as you scramble for purchase against the marble.

“That’s it,” he breathes out with a smile, nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your throat. “Isn’t that better?”

Aleksander grips at your waist, dragging you towards him, delighting in your moans as he rolls his hips forwards. He curls a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to bring your attention to his face. His nose grazes against yours as he insists,

“I meant every word I said last night.”

He leans in, kissing you throughly until he has to stop and breathe. Lowering his hand, his fingers circle your clit, causing you to jerk forwards with a soft moan as he sucks on your lower lip.

“I’m not letting you go, milaya.”

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you're gonna go far | 3

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. . . word count: 8.2k warnings: depictions of depression (not too explicit)

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The view of Pandora from the sky should’ve been amazing. Your heart should’ve leaped many times over as the Samson ship flew over many beautiful sights of nature. It should’ve finally occurred to you that you were on the planet of your dreams, that you were witnessing the life of Pandora, mask and all.

Instead, you just stared at the world as if you weren’t in your own body. Floating outside of it and looking down at yourself. It hurt that you practically didn’t recognize yourself anymore. And you wished you could blame it on your current circumstance but even before you were brought to Pandora, before your mother’s forest had withered away, you had always had this familiar feeling. This dislike of what you were becoming.

Bitter. Resentful. The child-like wonder, long gone. You hated what you saw. You hated how so easily you believed back then that your own mother would’ve abandoned you—forgotten you simply because she was on a different planet. How selfish could you have gotten?

You had been burying yourself in jealousy while your mother was already six feet below you.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Jake flying next to the ship, on one of those winged creatures. You hadn’t noticed Norm, who sat across from you, watching your expression with a frown. You hadn’t realized he’d seen the dullness in your eyes, the exhaustion making you way older than you were. You weren’t even that old actually—but the world aged you. In a way, no one should have to experience.

“They’re called ikrans.” You dragged your eyes toward Norm who nodded his head toward the creature Jake was flying on. Both of you watched as he flew by and took to the front, leading the Samson ship. “It’s who the Na’vi bond with for life. And their way to get around. It’s a lot better than walking, I can tell you that.”

He chuckled a little while you nodded absentmindedly, barely taking in the information he was giving you.

“You’ll definitely appreciate the life here a lot more when you’re steering your avatar.” Norm added on after a pause. 

Okay, he must’ve noticed your lack of interest at some point, right? Why was he so adamant to have a conversation with you? What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

Your mind spurred slowly as you finally watched him, both warily and with interest. Maybe you could take advantage of his talkative mood and gain some type of understanding here. Maybe it would help your mind focus on anything else at the moment. That always helped. Forcing your brain to hyper-fixate on something else besides your own psyche.

“Tell me about the war.” You finally said to him. Norm raised his brows, startled. “Clearly, I have no idea what exactly happened a year before I arrived. And DeVoe didn’t either, considering she thought she would win against the attack on our ship. Clearly, she forgot that a lot could happen during five years of cryosleep.”

With that, he nodded, “Yes, you’re right.” You watched his thoughtful expression turn to sorrow, as his gaze went back to the view below them.

A view you should’ve been looking at too. But for some reason, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It hurt too much. It would only keep reminding you…

“There used to be this place called the Kelutral.” Norm began, finally, drawing your mind back to him. Refocusing your gaze on his grim features. “It was this big tree that the Omatikaya used to call their home until the RDA destroyed it for a bunch of unobtanium that was buried beneath the tree. Basically, the rich fucks took their home away and that caused the war that led us into exiling the RDA off this planet. Jake, who was considered an outsider before, helped reunite the other clans to defeat them, Toruk Makto. Because of this title, he was accepted into the Omatikaya, despite being a Sky Person as well.”

You watched him with a frown, taking in the brief, summarized story. “So what, should I become some great warrior to impress the natives too?”

“Couldn’t hurt.” Norm shrugged with half a joking smirk but winced right after. “Don’t know if there’s a lot to choose from though.”

You scowled, not really in the mood to match his playful response, “And Sully knows what it’s like to be an outsider yet acts like a total dickhead still? Some guy.”

Norm awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Your arrival did kind of spook us, and it happening a year after the RDA were gone too—it was just bad timing, really, Doc. I’m sure once this all cools down then Jake will, I don’t know, get his head out of his own ass and finally get it. But right now, he’s just—they’re all scared. And I can’t necessarily blame him for that either.”

Somewhere, behind all this anger, grief, and exhaustion, there was some part of you that did understand it.

But rationality was hard to come by now. Being reasonable was far from your grasp—in fact, you kicked it away out of spite. Every bit of you just wanted to embrace this anger, embrace this frustration.

You did not ask to be put here. To you, at this moment in time, that was all that mattered.

You were wronged. You were kidnapped. You weren’t responsible for what the RDA had done here—nor what your mother had accomplished on this planet. None of it had anything to do with you.

And for a brief moment, this selfishness felt right. There was no self-hatred for what you felt here. Because you were right to be pissed off at your situation. And no one was going to make you feel bad for it.

Norm didn’t. He took to being neutral. Understanding your side and the natives—which was somewhat fair. At least he didn’t completely write you off as some sort of destructive lost cause.

At some point, Jake maneuvered from the front of the ship to the side of it, gesturing for the pilot to land. You braced yourself as the Samson lowered itself to the ground, the trees flying around you from the spinning blades of the ship.

Once the ship was securely on the ground, you followed Norm off the ship just as Jake landed his winged creature—ikran—in a tree a few feet away from you. After adjusting the exopack you wore—again—Jake landed on the ground and flicked his head in the direction straight head.

“This way.”

The forest was vast and big around you. Perhaps even a bit scary if not for the natural lighting of the plants—bioluminescence—surrounding you. If your mind wasn’t so distracted, you would’ve thought it was absolutely beautiful and ethereal. Unlike anything you had seen in your life.

As you walked, many small creatures flew around you. One of them was a flying lizard which glowed along with the forest. A kenten, you remembered them from your mother’s videos. It flew around you for a bit until it moved on. For a moment, you watched it until you couldn’t see it much anymore as it flew further and further away.

You tried to will some type of amazement. Some type of awe. But nothing came to you. Nothing at all. So, you moved forward, forcing yourself to forget the flying lizard and focus on what was ahead of you.

The clan’s new home must’ve been close by since Jake decided to make them walk the rest of the way to it. Norm was still beside you, also in human form which was slightly comforting. At least you wouldn’t be the only puny creature here.

When you began spotting huts in trees, that’s when you realized you must’ve arrived. The first few practically blended in with the nature of Pandora. But as Jake led you deeper, more huts began to appear, more visible as you walked by. Natives were out and about as well. Children, women, and men alike.

Now you really felt small. Almost pathetic. Being among the Na’vi constantly reminded you of this. Even the children sometimes towered over you. The smallest one that you passed had to have reached your shoulder, and she looked young. Seven years old at least.

Jake glanced over his shoulder at the two of you every now and then, making sure that you were keeping up and that he didn’t lose his eyes on you. He wasn’t the only one watching you keenly, some of the natives did as well. Making you feel both self-conscious of yourself and rather irritated. It was like they wanted you to snap at them.

Next to you, Norm whispered. “The Tsahik, Mo’at, is pretty wise. Basically, everyone looks to her as a spiritual leader. A spokesperson. Interpreting the will of their deity, Eywa.”

“So why does she need to see me?” You questioned as Jake led the both of you to a hut, stopping just at the entrance of it.

Jake looked at you—his face still unreadable—“Wait here.” And he ducked inside. Leaving both you and Norm outside.

The scientist shifted next to you, “Probably to determine whether or not Eywa has truly chosen you.”

“Chosen me?” You repeated incredulously.

“Well, Neytiri did say that those woodspirites—atokirina—were around you earlier.”

“So?”

Norm frowned exasperatedly, “To them that means something. Which means your odds might not be looking too bad now.”

At that, you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the long curious looks sent your way by the natives. “You’re all more worried about my odds than me.”

He didn’t respond despite the question in his frown. You didn’t offer an explanation.

A minute or two later, Neytiri came out of the hut instead of Jake. She still held a thoughtful yet wary expression when looking down at you. “The Tsahik will see you now.”

Norm gave you a pat on your back, “Good luck.”

Again, not offering a response, you followed Neytiri into the hut, not before hearing Norm say behind you, “I’ll be out here if you need me—"

Inside the Tsahik’s hut, it was pretty spacious—probably because everything just looked much larger to you than it actually was. There were a lot of earthy materials—the air smelled of smoke, herbs, and spice of sorts. Unlike anything you’ve ever smelled on Earth.

A part of you expected this from a Na’vi shaman, so you didn’t observe too much of the space you were in.

Instead, you focused on your busy mind. Your walls going up to defend against any accusation attacks or insults that would be sent your way because of your species, because of your unwelcomed arrival here. Observing the unique hut wasn’t much of an option when your eyes settled on the woman at the center of it.

She was sitting on the ground, eyes focused on something in the wooden bowl she held in her four-fingered hand. She had yet to look up at you, but she didn’t tense at your presence. Not like how Jake did in the corner of your eye—whom you just now noticed standing near the entrance of the hut.

How you had missed his tall blue ass, you didn’t know. 

Your mind had been too blurred and defensive as soon as you stepped in. Not realizing until then that you were standing in front of the Tsahik of the Omatikaya Clan.

Suddenly, you felt intimidated. Like the type of intimidation, you were sure you were supposed to feel while facing Jake. Only you didn’t with him.

But with her? No, there was something about her that exuded something far more powerful than some scary Marine. She hadn’t even said anything yet and you for some reason stiffened at the sight of her.

Mo’at turned her attention to you. “Come, sawtute. Sit.”

Cautiously, you came forward and sat where Mo’at pointed. Neytiri had come inside shortly after, taking the spot behind Mo’at. Watching you and her keenly. You realized while looking at both Na’vi women, how similar they were.

Jake was still standing near the entrance.

All eyes were on you.

And you truly realized then that you were alone. That, essentially, everyone was against you. The way each Na’vi eyed you carefully, as if watching for any sudden movements, the same as the first time you met both Jake and Neytiri at Hell’s Gate.

You realized that the only person who had been in your corner was gone.

It was you against Pandora.

Something suddenly pricked you, interrupting your bleak thoughts. Mo’at held a needle of sorts which was now red with your blood. You watched as she gave it a sniff and then a lick, something you would’ve cringed at if not for your and everyone else’s silent anticipation. All you could do was sit silently, spine straight and protected by steel.

Ready to fight for yourself because no one else would.

Mo’at then peered down at you, “You know who I am.”

You blinked at the question, “Norm told me, yes.”

She made a sound of content with your reply.

Another beat went by as she stared at you, “Tell me about your dying planet. Tell me why you have no interest in making our home yours like your clan.”

You stopped, staring at her in bleak surprise. That certainly wasn’t something you were prepared to answer. Again, you blinked and Mo’at stared at you expectantly.

Unsurely, you finally replied, “It’s like you said. It’s dying. I don’t know how much simpler that can get for you. Saving our home—it’s a naïve dream. That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Humans killed our own planet and now we want to claim another, just to fuck that one up too.”

Neytiri’s tail moved slightly behind her. In the corner of your eye, Jake stiffened—the only former human here who knew what you were talking about. Who understood what you meant, where you came from, and your position. 

For some reason, that only made you angrier at him. For some reason, now he wanted to pretend that none of that happened. That you, just like the RDA, were just as bad. Without even trying to understand your side.

Mo’at raised a hand as if silencing your bitter thoughts. “I didn’t ask for ‘we’. I want to know why you aren’t following your clan’s ideas. What makes you different from the rest of those sky demons?”

Still confused and now annoyed, you respond anyway, “Because I have no interest in trying anymore.”

And you paused, remembering your mother’s songcord in the back of your pants pocket. You moved your gaze down to your hands, which were clutching your knees until your knuckles were practically shades lighter than your skin.

“Back on Earth, my mother—she believed in the hope that she could save it by starting small. Never mind the hundreds of years of wasted pollution or deforestation, she believed there was still a way to save it. So, she created the Amazon Project. There was still a small patch of land in Brazil left untouched. She took the opportunity to nurture and protect it. Since I was young, I’ve been working under her. Watching her succeed in her project. Until she passed it down to me. To care for it while she left for the Avatar Program. And I was happy to do it. I wanted to see my mother’s work flourish even if she wasn’t at my side. I did it to make her proud.” 

Again, you paused, resisting the urge to reach for the songcord to distract your hands. Despite your trembling, your voice remained steady, “Five years later, RDA agents tell me she died a year into her stay there. Her forest is gone too. By fire. Deforestation. As all the others.”

Mo’at was quiet but thoughtful. Neytiri was staring at you still, her expression less wary, less—almost no severity left there. She was listening, closely. The way her ears twitched every now and then was a sure sign of it.

You couldn’t see Jake’s reaction, your gaze going back down to your hands again.

Until Mo’at finally spoke, “And now you are here. Yet you have no interest in following your clan’s path. Because you have, ‘given up’. Now I am told that we cannot escort you off this planet. So why should my people trust you to stay here—”

“I didn’t want to be here.” You were tired of saying it. Tired of fighting for your innocence here. Fighting for them to see that you too were wronged here. That you were the victim, not the monster in all of this mess. 

If anyone was to blame, it was DeVoe.

But DeVoe was dead. And you were left fending for yourself.

And you were angry all over again. 

“The RDA wanted me to come here and continue my mother’s work. I refused and they brought me here against my will. They tried to get me to buy into this bullshit lie that my mother wanted this, when really they were just desperate fuckers who wanted to get their hands on her work. I destroyed it. No one, not even me, could use it. And if you’re not happy with that explanation either, then do what you want with me—I don’t know how many times I have to say it. I’m not here to take anything. I’m not here to live among you and I’m not here for the Avatar Program—if killing me is all it takes for this shit to end then just get it over with already—”

You missed the way Neytiri frowned, confused by your words. You missed the way Jake winced and looked away from your smaller hunched figure. You missed the way Mo’at nearly chuckled at your words. Because it was always amusing how many didn’t realize how the Great Mother worked. Even when it happened in front of them.

The flaps of the hut entrance yanked open as two Na’vi figures stepped inside. One of them you recognized as the clan leader, Tsu’tey?—while the other was an older woman with a sling across her chest. And in that sling was a sleeping baby.

His eyes found you and his scowl worsened, “What is this?!”

“Tsu’tey,” Neytiri warned as she stood. She moved around Mo’at while saying something to him in their language.

He ignored her and looked to Mo’at, “Why is the demon here?! I already said it isn’t welcomed on our land!”

“I called her here, Olo’eyktan,” Mo’at responded simply, looking increasingly similar to Neytiri as a sort of warning appeared on her own lithe face.

Even Jake stepped forward, placing a hand on the male’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, “Just be calm. Mo’at—”

“We agreed the demon would be gone!” Tsu’tey snapped, now glaring at you again. You stared back impassively and for some reason that only seemed to piss him off. “And now you’ve shown her our home and endangered us all!”

Neytiri then hissed at him in their language. You watched both of them quietly go back and forth, Jake even adding input every now and then. Whatever it was they were saying, Tsu’tey didn’t look too happy about it.

“The atokirina has given us a sign.” Mo’at interrupted the three in English as she gestured to you. “Allow her to explain her intentions to the Olo’eyktan and then we can decide—”

“It is already decided.” Tsu’tey snarled. “She leaves—”

“There’s no ship we have that can send her back,” Jake informed calmly. He glanced toward you for a beat, something settling in his yellow gaze before looking back at the heated male. He continued whatever he said to try to persuade the chief in Na’vi. His use of the language wasn't as natural coming from him—which, you noted, showed he hadn’t been experienced in their language for long now.

Neytiri also grabbed and squeezed at Tsu’tey’s arm as she spoke, this time her words sounded a lot more clear instead of quick with a hiss like before. She too was trying to persuade him—or perhaps you weren’t reading their body language right. After all,  you were practically the only one in the hut that didn’t speak the language. Who knew what they could’ve been saying about you—which was slightly irritating.

The nameless woman, whom you had forgotten was there until you spotted the vicious scowl she sent Jake. She was older, around the same age as Mo’at. Had to be. And she was holding that baby in her sling close to her chest, protectively almost. Like there was no way she would let the infant go, not even if someone dared to ask to hold it. Hell, you weren’t even sure if the baby even belonged to her.

But she did look eerily similar to Tsu’tey. Same scowl and all.

And the baby, despite the chaos, was still sound asleep.

There was a certain innocence at the sight. Something so pure about it.

“You claimed to have left the Sky People.” You tore your eyes away from the baby to find a restrained-looking Tsu’tey now peering down at you. “And that you do not want our home. Then what is it that you want, demon?”

Another question you weren’t prepared for. Frankly, you didn’t think they cared for what you personally wanted, even if they got over their fear of you destroying their home like the RDA had done.

Jake and Neytiri now stared at you expectantly. Neytiri’s gaze curious while Jake, as usual, was guarded.

Mo’at also watched you, keenly. Like she knew something you didn’t.

And the nameless woman continued glaring at you with pure and utter hatred.

“Since I can’t go back home. I don’t know.”

Maybe you’ll lay down next to your mother’s grave. Until you turn into a rock, keeping her company.

Tsu’tey scowled, his tail lashing behind him. “That’s not an answer.”

“Well, I don’t know what to fucking tell you. I just lost the one person I ever cared for—so yes, that’s my answer. I don’t know.” You never broke eye contact with him as you said this. Even when he leered at you for your response. There was a certain bite to your words, especially when you said, “God, it’s like you all haven’t fucking lost someone before. Sorry, if my grievance is such an inconvenience to you all.”

Jake winced at this while Neytiri lowered her head. Tsu’tey didn’t appear phased by the comment but his face noticeably grew more hostile, baring his teeth.

Unbeknownst to you, the nameless woman, Artsut, suddenly hissed in offense for her son, “Are you going to let that demon talk to you in such a way, son? You are Olo’eyktan! Put that alien in her place!”

“Be calm,” Jake warned her with a certain look that meant he was not in the mood for her and her unnecessary comments right now.

But of course, Artsut bit back, “You do not get to tell me to calm down, demon! This is your people! You brought her here, it is your fault for this!”

Jake scowled but swallowed his venomous response down his throat.

Because he knew she wasn’t wrong. His presence alone already made some of the natives uneasy. Toruk Makto or not. And he knew that it could draw more Sky People here one day, after pushing the RDA out. The inkling of vengeance they might take on him and the people never left Jake. Not even when he thought he was finally at peace.

“The Tsahik decides what to do next.” Neytiri reminded the woman with a stone look sent her way. “You do not interfere.”

She refrained from screwing her face into a scowl at the sight of Artsut holding Neteyam. But she could not deny her right to hold her grandson. Not even when it made her sick at times.

Instead of bringing attention to it, Neytiri pointed toward the entrance, “Leave. Take our son to bed. You are not needed here.”

Artsut scowled and looked at her son, “Tsu’tey! You let her dismiss me like this? Your own mother?”

Without looking away from you, Tsu’tey muttered, “Take Neteyam, mother. I will find you later.”

With a huff, Artsut raised her chin, sending you another glare as she said, “I hope you kill that demon where she sits. The Great Mother will forgive you if you at least get rid of one stain on our land.”

In the corner of your eye, the woman left finally, and whatever she had said clearly angered Neytiri and made Jake go quiet as he watched her leave with a solemn look.

“What will you do with her then, Olo’eyktan?” Mo’at questioned in English.

You still didn’t look away from Tsu’tey, almost like a silent challenge between the two of you.

Mo’at watched the both of you. All four of you.

Until someone cleared their throat.

At the sudden sound, all of you turned your attention to the hut entrance, finding Norm standing there looking just as puny as you.

“Dr. Reeds can stay at Hell’s Gate with the rest of us—she doesn’t have to be here if you don’t her here. And since she’s a scientist, Dr Patel can take her on. She’ll be out of the way.” Norm offered, carefully when he took in everyone’s different expressions. Including yours.

She’ll be out of the way.

“Thanks, Norm.” You snipped dryly.

He sent you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes but willed yourself to stay quiet. Mostly, because you didn’t care for all of this anymore. You said your peace and now you were done explaining yourself.

All you wanted to do now was sleep.

You almost missed Tsu’tey’s reply as your mind began to drift, “Away with her then. If I see the demon again, I will deal with it my way.”

There was a shudder through your body at the finality of the conversation. But you remained quiet, staring down at your hands, remnants of dirt still left on your fingernails and palms.

The world had gone too quiet, even when you halfheartedly watched everyone’s mouth move. Only for nothing to come out of it but soundless silence.

Eventually, you were allowed to follow Norm out of the hut and back into the village. Getting ready to leave for Hell’s Gate. At some point, you were floating outside of your body again.

Until Norm spoke next to you, “I think that went well. I’ll have to talk to Dr. Patel and arrange everything—but all in all, you’ll get situated just fine. Plus, you still have your avatar—hey are you okay?”

You barely heard his question or anything prior to that. Your knees buckled and your mask began to fog up from the hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

You weren’t wailing. You weren’t shouting. You just cried on the forest floor with quick breaths and a racing heart.

“Dr. Reeds?” Norm knelt down beside you. “Are you—what—”

You just shook your head and continued crying, clutching your shaky hands to your chest. Letting everything you held back in the hut slam into you like a tsunami wave. Overwhelming you. Disarming you and your walls.

“Okay,” Norm mumbled, looking around. Fortunately, you had made it far enough away from prying eyes. He then patted your back, “Okay—Okay, if it helps, I’m here for you. I won’t go anywhere, right? We’ll sit here until you’re ready, yeah?”

You didn’t get out of your bed for the first few days.

Norm showed you your new room after coming back from your visit with Mo’at. Since then, you stayed there.

Fortunately, no one came to get you. Norm only came around to drop off the food you barely ended up touching.

At some point, you realized that there was just no way you could get out of bed. Everything finally came crashing down. The anger still simmered with your situation, but at this point, there was nothing you could do about it. Even if you could go back, there was nothing waiting for you back at home.

Your mother’s songcord lied on the dresser next to the cot you slept on. Sometimes you’d stare at it and other times you’d get so angry at the sight of it that you’d throw it into one of the drawers. Leaving it there until you quietly panicked and took it back out again.

You hadn’t left the room. The world of Pandora was out there and yet you were here. You couldn’t move. Your body was stone.

And you were fine with being stone.

At least the skin would be harder to break this time.

“It is not your fault,” Tsu’tey said, pulling Jake out of his swimming thoughts—nearly drowning if not for a hand always latching onto him, keeping his body dangling above the waters.

When Jake tore his drifting gaze away from sharpening his arrow, his mate was sitting next to him, eyes soft but face set in a determined frown. As if Tsu’tey made a mission for himself. “I will not let you blame yourself for this. I do not care for my mother’s words and neither should you, tiyawn.”

In response, Jake offered a short nod, not entirely trusting himself to speak at the moment.

Guilt wasn’t a stranger to him. He would live with this until his body was buried somewhere on this planet. He would live with this guilt for the rest of his life.

For Grace. For Neytiri’s father. For Tommy.

Suppose all of this started with his twin brother. Suppose it always did.

“I will always be human,” Jake said to both himself and Tsu’tey, clutching the arrow tightly in his grasp. “That’s never going to change. And I gotta live with that.”

Tsu’tey took his hand—the one gripping the arrow—and squeezed it gently. “I know this. Neytiri knows this. Neteyam is half of you. And half of us. You have proven yourself, Jakesully. Long ago. We have not forgotten what you have done for us. What you’ve done for me.”

Jake winced and looked away. 

It wasn’t selfless—saving Tsu’tey after the battle with the Sky People. He had only done it because he didn’t deserve the title. He didn’t want the title. If Tsu’tey lived, he would still be Olo’eyktan. And Jake would just be the Toruk Makto. Nothing more and nothing less.

It wasn’t selfless. It wasn’t.

There was one tablet in your room. At some point, you dragged yourself from the cot and grabbed it.

Turning it on, you searched the system for Joan Reeds.

Her video logs came up. The public ones at least. The ones you destroyed were private. Only for you to see in the end.

This video had to have been when she first arrived. Maybe a few days later.

“Log—um, wait, what day is it?” Already your mother looked frazzled as she searched around the public lab she was in. “Oh! Found it! Video log 10. Today, I got to run around in my avatar and gosh, it’s so jarring how small everyone is—or how small you are. I keep tripping over myself so Dr. Augustine has me putting in more work. Says I’m not useful if I’m always falling on my face. Jokes on her, I’m always falling on my face…I probably won’t be allowed outside of the Avatar Compound.”

Joan laughed at herself in the video. Your heart tugged at the twinkle in her eye as she kept going on and on about her week so far. You listened intently, ignoring the plate of food sitting on your dresser.

In another video, Joan steered off updates and instead took out a tablet. Showing the camera a picture of a forest.

Her forest. On Earth.

Joan was smiling brightly here, “This is the Amazon back on Earth. Or what’s left of it, still preserved under my daughter’s watch. I taught her everything she knows. My very own little shadow. You know when she was smaller, she always used to follow me around. And I mean all the time. Hence the nickname I gave her.” She paused, the smiling faltering a bit. “She doesn’t do it anymore—has a doctorate and everything. My baby’s all grown up. And so, so, talented.”

“Reeds, you’re supposed to be logging. Not crying over your baby photos again.” A voice said in the background.

Joan pouted, “I know, I know. Alright, here come the boring parts—”

“Reeds!”

“Kidding, kidding!”

The video stopped. She never did get to the boring parts.

You stared at the screen in silence. And then you replayed the video. A few more times that night.

Tsu’tey felt small whenever he went to see Mo’at.

Most times he was always accompanied by either Jake or Neytiri—sometimes both—or to bring a warrior who needed healing after a bad hunt.

But when it was just him, it was always different. It had been this way ever since he was young. She just always had this air of importance about her—royalty even. Sometimes—all the time—she was often regarded highly over the Olo’eyktan. Tsu’tey even saw her as the true ruler over the Omatikaya, even before he was named their chief.

It had gotten better, visiting her in his young adolescent years. However, that was only because of their shared grief and the loss of Sylwanin years before. It was easier to be around someone who understood. It was the same with Neytiri. The intimidation was lost because of this.

But now things have changed. Too many things.

After the war, after the battle with the Sky People, Tsu’tey didn’t remember the end result. He never saw them win. Not when he was shot down by one of the Sky People. All he remembered was falling from one of their flying ships and falling back into the arms of his home. Readily to embrace his impending death. Ready to greet Eywa.

He remembered Neytiri crying over his body. He remembered trying to make Jake the next Olo’eyktan. And then it was just darkness. Nothingness. For a moment he could’ve sworn he saw Sylwanin.

And then he woke up with Mo’at crouched over him, hard at work at his severe wounds. Wounds he was sure he would’ve died from. Should’ve died from.

Tsu’tey had lived through the war and came back with nightmares and aching scars in his wake. Sometimes wishing he had stayed asleep for good.

Then the pain would be gone. Then the strange tightness in his chest would go away. Then he wouldn’t have to keep experiencing his breath shortening and his heart racing every time the world spun just a little too much or he’d pulled himself—half a man—out of another one of his nightmares.

Then he wouldn’t have to suffer.

Then he would be at peace.

But a gentle hand always pulled him back. Lifting him out of the ocean. Keeping his head just above the waters, just enough that he could breathe.

Neteyam’s eyes held him in place and stopped his world from spinning.

The world got a little brighter because of his little boy. Because of his mates.

So, when Tsu’tey visited Mo’at on the day of one of his healing sessions, there was always something to keep his head floating above water.

Today it was Neytiri who had his hand against her cheek, running fingers down his arms softly as Mo’at massaged the healing wounds on his back and chest. Last night it was Jake, who hugged him tightly after waking up from one of his nightmares. The day before it had been Neteyam. And the day before that, it had been unintentionally you. His rage for the Sky People kept him grounded.

And tomorrow, he didn’t know what it would bring. He would just have to leave it to the Great Mother. And pray that she doesn’t want him to suffer.

Slowly, you began to eat again. And that was a start.

By the third week, you began doing little exercises in your room.

Push-ups. Sit-ups. Planks. Anything to make your mind start moving again.

It wasn’t perfect. You knew this. But you tried.

One day at a time.

Neytiri and grief were friends.

There was nothing difficult about her emotions or how she expressed herself. Neytiri felt everything. And she could not stop feeling. She could not stop understanding.

So she understood Tsu’tey when he changed after Sylwanin’s death. Neytiri had changed too.

She understood Jake when Grace had died in his arms. Her father had died in her arms too.

She did not want to understand Sky People. She did not want to feel sympathy for the people who stole everything from her. She did not wish to feel sympathy from those that stole her sister away and as if they weren’t greedy enough, took her father and her home from her as well.

And she was tired because of it. She just wanted peace. She just wanted to raise her children and be with her mates. She did not want to worry about those demons coming back and destroying her home, and her life again.

Neytiri was just so tired of it. Being stuck in this never-ending cycle of grief.

Was this the path the Great Mother wanted for her?

Was she just never meant to be happy?

“Hey.”

Neytiri perked up and turned to find Jake watching her curiously. She had forgotten where she was for a moment. In the forest with her bow and Jake. Ready to hunt.

“You here with me?” Jake asked, smiling at her.

And she returned the smile, her chest warm. “Yes.” She then gently smacked his arm, “Now focus. We need dinner for tonight.”

She was always standing at the edge of the cliff, the water staring back at her below. There was always a weight that she held onto, with such desperation. She wouldn’t dream of letting it go. She wouldn’t dream of letting them drown.

So she always held tight. She would be the tether. 

The following week arrived. You managed to take a shower and finally leave your room.

Today you were just numb. And you would work with that.

Hell’s Gate was a vast place that you wanted to map out and fully explore. If this was the place you would be stationed/forced to stay at, then you needed to understand the layout.

You started at the administrative centers; passing the Operations Center and a few link rooms. Some people nodded to you in acknowledgment as you passed while others ignored your existence, being too focused on their work—which you didn’t mind.

Eventually, you made it to one of the bio labs. There, you found a few more people—which you assumed were scientists. You passed another link room—Norm mentioned these places a few times whenever he stopped by your room to try and pull you into a conversation.

You lingered there for a minute. Watching two people enter the link beds. By the time they were closed in, you moved on.

The Avatar Compound was of course the last place you visited. You ignored your mother’s old lab and sauntered toward the gardens.

There was a lot more browning than you saw before. Most of them were dead, others were on the verge of dying. It looked pathetic, really. How some of them stood limp. Nearly touching the ground.

You frowned at the sight, fingers twitching.

You moved on.

“Do you guys have a library here?”

Norm looked up at you, eyes alight with surprise at the sight of you, “Um, I don’t know anything about a library. What are you looking for exactly?”

You frowned, tucking the tablet from your room under your arm. “You worked with the former head of the Avatar Program, Grace Augustine. She has a book on the plant life here. I was wondering if this place has a copy lying around somewhere.”

“Light reading?” He asked with a raised brow.

You shrugged, “Something like that, yes.”

Norm nodded with a smile, “Well, like I said we don’t really have a library—but I actually have a copy of her book. I'm a big fan myself. I could lend it to you if you want.”

“I’d like that. Might be a while before I give it back though.”

He grinned, “I don’t mind. Knock yourself out! I’m just glad to see you walking around.” Norm sat back down at his computer with a sigh. “They’ve been sending warriors to check up on things but when I’ve been giving them the same updates, they kind of stopped coming around. So, it might be good for you—”

“Thank you, Spellman.” You nodded, as you started for the doorway leading out of the lab. “Send the book to my room whenever you can.”

Right now you were just floating out of your body. It was easier this way, you realized. And you would work with it.

The book was in your room the next day. You took it while holding your mother’s songcord and read through it. Front and back. You grabbed your tablet as you read the book again, taking notes this time around.

You organized the plants, you separated them into categories. Foods humans and Na’vi could eat. Plants that were meant for herbs and medicine. And plants to avoid altogether.

You read it for a third time to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

Finally, you went to the gardens. After examining which plants needed replacement—which was mostly the fruits and vegetables, food sources that they couldn’t afford to run out of. Hell’s Gate was living off rations, which were bound to be gone at some point. A harvesting garden would be useful.

So, you adjusted your exopack and got work.

You didn’t do too much the first day, just tore down the dead plants—which was practically the whole land of the garden. The plants themselves were big so it took most of the day. Those that could be saved were mushrooms. They hadn’t blossomed yet so you took care of it. Adding water, and new soil—you did this until the night came.

The next few days were planned accordingly. You found yourself busy foraging for fruits and vegetables in the forest surrounding the compound. Of course, you didn’t wander too far from the compound, making sure to keep track of every path you took.

It was quite big and overwhelming, the forest. Even some of the fruits you carried back were bigger than your own body. But you managed well enough to plant down some seeds. Which also took quite some time.

It wasn’t until you saw avatars running around your mind suddenly clicked.

“Spellman.” You ran up to him one day, catching him going into the bio lab. He turned as you stopped in front of him, “I have an avatar, right? How long does it take to get used to being in the body?”

Norm, who had been waiting for you to ask this very question, grinned. “Right this way, Doc.”

Frankly, it took a couple of days until you were finally used to being in your avatar body. Which unfortunately slowed your progress with the garden, but you managed in between breaks from training with the avatar body to continue planting more seeds as best as you could.

But once you could manage to stand on your own two feet in this new body, your process with your garden got a whole lot easier.

One of them was the fact that you didn’t have to wear those stupid masks anymore. Not having to worry about losing oxygen after a couple of hours was a huge plus.

Admittedly, it was strange at first. Suddenly being taller than humans, having a tail that sometimes moved without your knowledge, and then there was keeping both bodies healthy. That would be a challenge but you could deal.

After getting used to your new body, you continued tending to the garden which was making great progress. Except for the mushrooms. They just wouldn’t grow.

“Mmm.” You mumbled to yourself while tucking your tablet—a new one large enough for you to hold—under your arm. Maybe the roots were too old and weak. Maybe it was best to cut it down and start over again.

You went into the bush. The forest looked a lot different with brand-new maskless eyes. A lot more vibrant. A lot more real.

Eventually, you found the same mushrooms in the forest that were in your garden. Kneeling down, you grabbed your tablet. Studying and comparing it carefully.

Of course, the roots were a lot more greener than yours. Maybe it needed fresh soil. Or more moisture. These mushrooms were obviously different from the Earth ones, so you were a little out of your depth here. The book didn’t talk too much about mushrooms, unfortunately.

There was a quick shift in the corner of your vision—something you definitely wouldn’t have caught in your human body. Another plus with the avatar, better senses.

You looked up, your eyes locked with another pair of yellow ones.

A familiar face you hadn’t seen in a while.

Neytiri crouched down on the branch she was on, staring at you intensely.

You stood, “Come to spy on me yourself this time?”

A flicker of recognition flashed through her eyes, her head tilting as she analyzed your features. “You are the demon but different now. You are dreamwalker.”

You gave a single nod and took a moment to observe her carefully. Just as she was doing with you.

After a while, you turned away from her to focus back on the mushrooms. You knelt back down to get a better look at the roots again. The grass shifted after as a soft thud sounded next to you. A second later Neytiri’s feet appeared next to you.

“Why are you doing that?” She questioned.

“I am growing some mushrooms.” You replied simply. “Mine aren’t growing like they’re supposed to…” You then looked up at her curiously. Neytiri stared back at you with a small frown. A strange idea struck you then. “Can you look at the mushrooms back in my garden?”

Neytiri huffed, her tail swishing behind her.

You shrugged, “Or not. I’ll figure it out.”

After you secured the tablet under your arm again—you really should get yourself a bag at some point—you started back to the compound.

Surprisingly, Neytiri followed.

There weren’t a lot of avatars out today so it was practically just you and Neytiri. You found your mushrooms and knelt back down to the ground.

Behind you, you felt Neytiri looking at you. “You did all of this?”

You made a sound of confirmation without looking up from the mushrooms, “We can’t survive off just rations. Sure there’s a lot—meant for a lot—but it won’t last. Better start now than later.”

“And you intend to do it our way?”

“For the most part, yes.”

After a while, Neytiri knelt down next to you as you brought out your tablet to take notes. She tapped your arm, drawing your attention to her.

She then lowered your tablet and pointed to the semi-growing mushroom. “The sun is blocked. You need to move it. Or it won’t grow.”

You frowned. Huh, that was simple enough.

With a nod, you placed the tablet aside and dug up the roots. Neytiri watched as you moved the soil into a more sunny spot. And for the next few minutes, you planted it down with your hands. Once it was done, you looked to Neytiri expectantly.

She was studying your other plants. There wasn’t any annoyance on her face, which was a plus at least. You watched quietly as she poked and prodded at the plants until her eyes met yours. Her ears perked, her face became tight, and her tail curled behind her. She now looked both annoyed and—flustered?

You gestured to the mushrooms, “Anything else?”

Neytiri inched toward you and examined your work, “Yes. That is good.”

You nodded and stood, “Thank you for your help.” She blinked and nodded reluctantly. Then she departed.

It was progress. Your new garden. One day at a time.

Neytiri did not want to understand Sky People.

You were sad, she concluded.

While human, you had appeared dangerous, vicious-looking. Defenseless. But then again, she thought that of all humans.

In your false body, you were easier to read. Your words, as you spoke, still never matched your face. Low ears and tail. Dull, almost unfocused eyes.

Neytiri and grief were friends.

There was nothing difficult about her emotions or how she expressed herself. Neytiri felt everything. And she could not stop feeling. She could not stop understanding.

So she understood Tsu’tey when he changed after Sylwanin’s death. Neytiri had changed too.

She understood Jake when Grace had died in his arms. Her father had died in her arms too.

Unwillingly, she somehow began to understand you after the meeting with her mother. Humans were hard to read, so when she listened to your words, she also watched your face. And it was almost solemn and expressionless. Neytiri wondered if you were like Jake, locking your emotions up, not allowing yourself to feel.

Neytiri did not understand why they did that. Sky People and the way they dealt with their emotions were strange.

You were no different.

You were at the bottom of the ocean. Whatever hand tried to grasp for your body, it always slipped. And you just sunk deeper and deeper.

Until you were a forgotten shadow.

so, yes, this one is a little longer than the last two chapters, lol. i got a little carried away but i really wanted to take a look into the minds of both, jake, neytiri, and tsu'tey, just to gain a little sense as to why they act the way they do towards reader.

they are all very much soulmates. grieving in their own ways. i can't wait to write more of them.

let me know your thoughts! i love talking to y'all and reading your very kind comments!

taglist: @doggyteam2028 @slutforsmut4ever @lik0 @bigbootahjudy @innercreationflower @n7cje @celi-xxmoon @readerofallthingss @childofgod-05

#jake sully x reader #tsu'tey x reader #neytiri x reader #jake sully #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar jake #avatar jake sully #avatar the way of water #neytiri x y/n #neytiri x you #neytiri x jake #avatar 2009 #avatar #atwow #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu'tey imagine #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #jake x reader #neteyam #dilf!jake sully #dilf!jake sully x reader #jake sully angst #neytiri sully #neytiri avatar #neytiri angst #jake sully x tsu'tey

[clearlyclairesblog]

* on the drivers' parade truck *

Lando, whispering: Max! Max, come here!

Max: * gets closer *

Lando: Mate, why is there a twenty seconds-long close-up video of Charles' hands? This was supposed to go straight to McLaren!

Max, visibly confused: What? Let me see.

Lando: * shows him the video *

Max:

Lando:

Max, scratching his head: Ugh.. Can we just, uhm, delete it?

Charles, approaching the two from behind: What are you guys whispering about?

Lando: Your boyfriend can't keep his eyes off of you apparently and now I have to either delete this segment from the video or explain it somehow!

Charles, looking at the video: That's very good actually! You're a good filmmaker, babe.

Lando: Charles! Lower your voice!

Max: See, Lando? But it's all thanks to you schat, your hands are good!

Lando: Guys, the cameras!

Charles, extremely flirtatious: Oh, and do you want to know what these hands can do?

Pierre, appearing out of nowhere with an extremely high-pitched tone: Steering and shifting gears of course! You're definitely one of the best at that!

Charles, looking confused: Pierre, what-

Max, realizing: But I'm better, of course! Did you catch that, Sky Sport?

* Sky Sport cameramen walking away*

Max: Shit, that was close. Thanks Pierre!

Charles: Really Pierre, you saved us there!

Pierre: I swear you'll have to pay me some day..

Lando: Excuse me? I was trying to warn you the whole time!

Pierre: But what exactly triggered the whole flirting-in-public thing?

Lando, handinhg him the camera: Remember Max filming us earlier?

Pierre, watching the video: Oh my God, you guys are hopeless.

Lando, looking at Pierre: Do you think-

Pierre, eyes lightning up: Oh, definitely!

Lando: Number 12?

Pierre: Yes!

Lando, whispering: LESTAPPEN RELATIONSHIP RULE N.12 : No talking to each other during the drivers' parade unless there are other drivers around who can save your ass.

Max: That's a bit extreme, we weren't even-

Cameraman: Charles, il video lo cancello, però stai attento! (Charles, I'm going to delete the video, but you be careful!)

Charles: Grazie Tommy, ti devo un favore (Thank you Tommy, I owe you a favor)

Max: Let me guess, he caught us on camera?

Charles, nodding: But he's deleting it. I know the guy from Maranello thankfully!

Lando: Were you saying, Max?

Max: I -

Charles: Maybe we need that rule.

Lando: Oh! And you still need to help me with the footage for McLaren!

Max: Yeah, we definitely do.

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #formula 1 #fanfic #incorrect f1 quotes #lestappen relationship rules

[sleepymccoy]

It's strange to me that we have Christmas songs but not Easter songs. So I've put together an Easter playlist for the season! Here is a link to it on Spotify

And here's my thinking for each song, I hope it makes you chuckle. it's only slightly sacreligious

Breadline by Warumpi Band and Wine, Beer, Whiskey by Little Big Town are The Last Supper, where Jesus has his buddies eat his flesh and blood in what must've been a super normal meal for everyone

Then there's a bit of betrayal! Judas by Lady Gaga and Money by Lime Cordial are Judas selling Jesus out. Then we have No No No by TheFatRat is the denied thrice thing that I don't really remember.

We've got Kiss by Prince followed by Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, as Judas betrays Jesus with a kiss then feels guilty and kills himself

Now we move onto the Pilate and Herod stuff with Good Morning Judge by 10cc, followed by Whip It by DEVO (thinking about Jesus getting whipped to DEVO is the most sacrilegious this gets imo lol) and Won't Go Down Easy by JAXSON GAMBLE cos Jesus doesn't let up despite the thrashing

Then we've got Camel Walk by Southern Culture on the Skids, which is Jesus carrying the cross through town. You know, carry shit like he's a camel! Sure! Aaand Hammer and Nails by The Bones of J.R. Jones as he's strung up on the cross.

We move into more straightforward religious music with The Lord's Prayer by Sister Janet Mead, and a cover of Chop Suey by Robyn Adele Anderson which ends with Jesus yelling at his dad (God, not Joseph. I hope Joseph visited Jesus on the cross).

And then we have Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen as Jesus calls out to his mum for help, followed by Sign of the Judgement by Cassandra Wilson cos no one comes to help him, and he dies up there to Gallows Pole by Led Zeppelin

Hey St. Peter by Flash and the Pan is a nod to Jesus being dead but being turned away from heaven or whatever admin happened to bring him back. By Myself by FIDLAR is kinda how I reckon he'd've felt just hanging out in a cave being left alone by everyone. It's a mess for Jesus right now, rock bottom. Then This Year by The Mountain Goats cos it's actually a hilarious resurrection song

Jailbreak by AC/DC for when he gets out of the cave. Boys in Town by Divinyls cos our main boy is in town again, but he is absolutely on the way out. Spirit In The Sky by Norman Greenbaum as he returns to heaven and There's A Light by Shirley Ann Lee to remind us there's some real religion going on, and I assume that Jesus and God start getting along again eventually

And then wrapping it all up with Chocolate Jesus by Tom Waits, because chocolate really is what it's all about now

#Easter #playlist #song rec #I've been having so much fun with this

[rio-forever]

River Phoenix as Devo Nod. I love you to death, 1990

#river phoenix #river jude phoenix #love you to death #80s #90's

[yourbelgianthings]

if you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see

a trans man! devo fic, about two pages, tw deadnaming and misgendering, some angst vibes but also hopeful (yes the title is from the end. shhhh)

Devotion. He never wanted to hear that word again. It wasn’t even a proper name, and it certainly wasn’t his name. The water outside the dome of Founder’s Wake was still dark when Devo left. Physically leaving had been easy, the parish did not lock its main door in case anyone needed help or shelter in the night. “Help from the parish” was an oxymoron to Devo. Mentally, it was another story. No matter what had happened to him behind those doors, the Benevolent Parish was the only home he had ever known, and the mysterious expanse of Founder’s Wake before him held its own kind of fear. Now though, the fear of the unknown was preferable to the pain of the familiar.

He knew of only one other person who had left the parish: Brother Seldom. His name came up occasionally, but only in disapproving whispers.

“Who cares if Guidance or Orlean didn’t respect him, though?” Devo thought. “I get to choose now.” That realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. So, Devo eventually managed to find the school in the Ballast after hours of getting lost and wandering. His heavy legs and equally heavy heart collapsed onto the front step and everything went black.

As he slowly came to, he heard muffled concerned voices: “the hand of devotion?” “How did she get here?” “...trouble with the parish...” A kind looking elderly man who Devo could only assume to be Brother Seldom approached him and asked, “Devotion? What are you doing here? Did Guidance send you?” Devo just screamed “NO!” and broke down sobbing. Seldom did not push any further, he waited until Devo’s tears slowed, although they still did not cease, before taking his hand and leading him to a bedroom.

“You just stay here as long as you need, okay? Someone will bring you dinner if you aren’t up for sitting with us yet.”

Devo nodded and closed the door a little harder than was necessary. He flopped down onto the bed and screamed into the pillow until his throat hurt. The pain was grounding, it kept him from drifting away into nothingness. As he rolled over on the bed, a desk in the corner of the room caught his eye, so he got up to look through the drawers and found a pair of scissors. They were delightfully plain, just steel blades with gray handles. The whole room was like that, functional, cozy, but unadorned. It was a sight for sore eyes, Devo needed a break from everything being gold and marble like the parish was.

He picked up the scissors and turned to the mirror, pulling on the blue ribbon that held his bun in place, allowing his dark hair to cascade past his shoulders. Honestly, Devo didn’t mind the idea of having longer hair, maybe like a short ponytail, but he hated how Guidance made him keep it down his shoulder blades and especially when she would style it for holidays or special occasions like he was her fucking doll. Whatever, he just knew he needed to do this now, he had to look like Devo and not Devotion or he would break down even more. Devo hummed a Benevolence hymn unconsciously to himself as he trimmed his hair in the mirror, and then began to cut off longer and longer chunks. For once that day, he did not cry, he smiled. He looked in the mirror and finally saw Devo.

Rummaging through the desk drawer again, he found some parchment and ink, and wrote a note that simply said: “I am a man and my name is Devo. Guidance did not send me and I will never be going back to the Parish” which he slid under the door. Devo was not ready to speak yet, he was still overwhelmed, and from his training as an orator, so often he had been told what to say to accomplish something that was not a goal he chose. The silence filled the room and nestled around Devo, wrapping him in gentle comfort, reassuring him that he could take all the time he needed to find his own voice. Exhausted from the scariest yet most empowering night of his life, Devo drifted into a deep and quiet sleep.

That is how Brother Seldom found him when he arrived with a bowl of fish stew. Upon receiving no response when he knocked, Seldom gently opened the door and picked up the note on the ground. He suddenly understood Devo’s earlier reaction, since he had unknowingly managed to say the two worst possible things. As Seldom looked at the sleeping young man, he was glad that Devo had managed to find the school, since they were the only two people in Founder’s Wake who had ever shared the position of leaving the parish clergy. A sense of responsibility overtook him, he wanted to make sure Devo had what he needed to make his own decisions. Perhaps one day he would find a new cause to devote himself to, but for now, he just needed to rest, and Brother Seldom was not going to wake him up.

#message from mirph #mirph’s manuscripts #the adventure zone #taz ethersea #devo la main #travis mcelroy #the benevolent parish #brother seldom #trans headcanon #taz fanfic #trans fanfic

[neverfeelinplace]

Source: fb Private Idaho

#river phoenix #i love you to death #devo nod #new!

[reallyromealone]

Ciaooo vita. Come stai spero bene. Posso richiedere famiglia tenjiku che guarda neonato reader indossare l'uniforme tenjiku e tutti gli fanno la foto. E tipo gli uomini più grossi(mochi e mucho) lo prendono in braccio e gli fanno il solletico con le sue enormi dita, mentre kisaki sorride leggermente per la dolcezza del neonato. Grazie mille ti adoro 💕

"Hi life. How are you? I hope good. I can request tenjiku family watching newborn reader wear tenjiku uniform and all take the picture of him. And like the bigger men (mochi and mucho) pick him up and tickle him with his huge fingers, while kisaki smiles slightly for the sweetness of the newborn. Thank you so much I love you 💕"

Ciao tesoro! è così carino e lo adoro! Spero ti piaccia!

English version under the keep reading cut

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Gli haitani ridacchiarono mentre indossavano l'uniforme su little (nome), un bambino adottato dalla banda di Tenjiku qualche settimana fa.

Chi potrebbe buttare via un ragazzo così caro?

Il bambino ha cambiato con chi stava una settimana, i fratelli Haitani stavano appena finendo il loro turno mentre si avvicinavano all'incontro "è (nome)..." Kakucho iniziò mentre i membri della banda guardavano i tre con soggezione, in particolare il piccolo (nome ) in una minuscola uniforme Tenjiku e quando è stato sollevato per mostrare la piccola scritta kanji su di lui, c'era scritto "leader supremo e presidente del club del culo pulito" entrambi all'interno delle battute tra le figure del fratello maggiore / padre al bambino.

Era l'unico che poteva piangere e urlare qui e ottenere ciò che voleva in un batter d'occhio.

"Oh, devo fare una foto di questo" ha detto Mochi già tirando fuori il suo telefono a conchiglia e tutti hanno sciamato sul bambino e persino Kisaki stava sorridendo al bambino!

Mucho sollevò delicatamente il bambino tra le sue braccia e iniziò a solleticarlo, il suono delle risate come musica per le loro orecchie mentre (namel scalciava felicemente i suoi piedini, indossando versioni minuscole delle scarpe che Izana indossava comunemente.

"Dio è prezioso" disse Shion e Izana annuì in accordo "certo che lo è..."

"Dopotutto è un bambino Tenjiku"

The haitanis giggled as they put the uniform onto little (name), a baby adopted by the Tenjiku gang a few weeks ago.

Who would throw such a darling boy away like that?

The babe altered who he stayed with by week, the Haitani brothers just finishing up their turn as they walked to the meeting "is (name)..." Kakucho started as the gang members looked at the three in awe, specifically little (name) in a tiny Tenjiku uniform and when lifted to show the little kanji script on him it said 'supreme leader and president of the clean butt club' both inside jokes amongst the big brother/father figures to the baby.

He was the only one who could cry and scream here and get what he wanted at the drop of a hat.

"Oh I gotta get a picture of this" Mochi said already pulling out his flip phone and they all swarmed the baby and even Kisaki was smiling at the baby!

Mucho gently lifted the baby in his arms and began tickling him, the sound of laughter like music to their ears as (namel kicked his little feet happily, wearing tiny versions of the shoes Izana commonly wore.

"God he's precious" shion said and Izana nodded in agreement "of course he is..."

"He's a Tenjiku baby after all"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tenjiku x reader

[i-fondued]

Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 11.5

Chapter Eleven and a half - The Dance Incident (the missing smut)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: THIS IS LITERALLY JUST THE MISSING SMUT I DIDN’T GET A CHANCE TO PUT AT THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER. ONCE I POST CHAPTER 12 I’LL BE ADDING THIS TO THE END OF CHAPTER 11 WHERE ITS SUPPOSED TO BE AHAHA ENJOY~!

Chapter One - HERE

Chapter Two - HERE

Chapter Three - HERE

Chapter Four - HERE

Chapter Five - HERE

Chapter Six - HERE

Chapter Seven - HERE

Chapter Eight - HERE

Chapter Nine - HERE

Chapter Ten - HERE

Chapter Eleven - HERE

AO3 Link - HERE

“Come, Sorella. Show your Papas how good you can be, eh?”

Terzo’s question hung in the heady air like a command, my brain zeroing in on the words and his tone. I was still drunk, wobbling slightly on my feet as their hands wandered against my over sensitive skin. I gasped in short breaths, eyes barely open as I soaked in the feeling of their fingertips ghosting against me, goosebumps breaking out as I shivered against Terzo behind me. 

“Eyes on me, Sorella.” Copia's voice was more like a growl as his hand caught my jaw. My eyes opened and locked on his mismatched ones, his brow arched as a thrill ran down my spine. “Good girl.”

“Hm…eri semplicemente bellissima stasera, amore…” Terzo grumbled into my skin, tongue lapping where my pulse pounded in my throat. “The dress was perfetta, no?”

“Si, Papa.” Copia chuckled, taking my hand and tugging me against him. I shivered at the feeling of his leather tailcoat against my skin, cold despite the heat rolling off of Copia himself. “You however have been very naughty tonight, Papa.”

“Me?” Terzo whined behind me, stepping towards us before Copia held up a hand. 

“Si, you. We have the council meeting in the morning and you spent the time drinking wine and teasing Sorella here instead of working on the cardinales…” Copia said, voice hard as he gave Terzo my favorite brat tamer expression. A thrill ran up my spine as Copia tugged me against him firmly. “Go sit by the fire, hm?”

“Ma perché?” Terzo wined, pouting as he started to walk over to the chair. “Non so perché devo sempre essere escluso dal divertimento…” I don’t know why I always have to sit out all the fun.

Quicker than I thought he could move, Copia’s hand snagged Terzo by his throat. He tugged him close, eyes narrowed and lips almost brushed against his. I squirmed as I watched them, Terzo panting as Copia manhandled him. The Cardinal’s hand left my jaw to cup Terzo’s cock through his skin tight trousers, the shorter man hissed a breath between his clenched teeth.

“Continua a comportarti male e non ti permetterò di liberarti finché la riunione del consiglio non sarà conclusa e saremo tutti uniti.” Keep misbehaving and I won't let you go free until the board meeting is over and we are all united . He hissed, Terzo moaned quietly, nodding slightly as he rocked slowly into Copia’s hand. “Sarai un bravo ragazzo, siediti e guardami mentre prendo la sorella finché non implorerà il rilascio, capito? Starai seduto lì finché non dirò che puoi muoverti, sì?” You will be a good boy, sit and watch me take Sister till she is begging for release, understand? You will sit there till I say you can move, yes?

Terzo and I both let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the same time, our eyes meeting when our cheeks flushed. Terzo nodded at Copia, mumbling Si, and obediently did as he was told. His back was ramrod straight as he sat practically on the edge of the wingback armchair, turning it from the fire to face the bed. Satisfied with Terzo, Copia turned his attention back to me. His face was smug but his eyes were soft. 

“Sorella…” Copia purred, fingers reaching out to caress my cheek. I arched into his touch. “So quickly you have forgotten what I taught you in la Biblioteca…”

“I’m sorry, Cardinal.” I whispered as his other hand gripped my hip possessively.

“Oh, Stellina. You may think you are now but you have not yet begged for forgiveness, no?” He chuckled as he pulled me to the bed. A cold shiver ran down my spine at his words, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. 

He turned me in his arms, back against his front as he pushed on my shoulder till I was bent over the bed. I panted as he ran his fingers down my spine till he came to my ass, his hand sliding to grip my hip as he ground his cock against me. He teased his fingers against my quivering thighs, grunting as I rolled my hips back against him. I gasped when his bare hand cracked against my ass, jumping slightly at the impact. 

“You will keep count, Sorella. I think twelve will serve for your penance, six for each cheek.” Copia mumbled, leaning over my prone form to speak into my ear. His tongue darted out to flick at my earlobe, I whimpered and squirmed under him. Another spank and I hissed a breath out from behind my teeth, bottom lip caught in between them. “Use your words, Dolcezza…”

“Y-Yes Sir.” I stuttered as he kicked my feet apart gently. I turned my head to look back at Copia and his hand shot out to my hair, tugging and turning me to look right at Terzo. 

“Keep your eyes on Papa, Sorella. Questa è la sua punizione.” Copia’s voice was silky and thick with desire, I squirmed and did as I was told, locking eyes with Terzo. 

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.” There was a thick pause in the air before another crack ran out, Copia soothing the redness as I shook slightly. 

“O-one.” I whimpered, arching into his soothing caress. BeforeI could get used to the touch another blow landed. I jumped, hissing out a breath. “Two.”

Crack! “Three.”

Crack! “Four.”

Crack! “F-five!” 

Crack! “S-six.” I gasped, tears stinging in the corner of my eyes. Copia’s hand soothed my stinging skin, his whole body pressed against me as he leaned over to press a soft kiss at the point where my neck and shoulder met. 

“Halfway done, sei una ragazza così buona e coraggiosa.” Copia’s voice was thick as he purred in my ear, his hand on my lower back rubbing soothing small circles as he spoke to me while giving me a small breather. “Look at your Papa, look at the effect you have on him, Dolcezza. No other has done this before you and no other ever will. You are our gift, amore. Wrapped up and sent by Lucifer himself.”

Terzo was heaving breaths in his chair, lust and wine causing his mismatched eyes to be blown as he watched us. He squirmed as Copia and I looked at him, cheeks red as he panted. I could see how tight his trousers were from here, my mouth salivating at the idea of his cock in my mouth. Terzo had taken the time to undo his clerical collar and unbutton the first few buttons on his tail coat. He looked wild, white iris seemingly glowing from the other side of the room as I shuddered at the expression on his face. 

Copia took a moment to roll his hips against my redded ass cheeks, I hissed as the sting while he groaned in my ear. I felt the feeling of his leather coat against my bare skin and I arched back against him. I was desperate for the feeling of his skin on mine, to be able to feel the heat of our bodies while he fucked me. I tried to turn slightly under him but he put his full weight into the hand on the small of my back, pinning me to the bed as I whined. 

“Do not make me add marks, Sorella…” the warning was in his tone and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together for some friction. “We begin again.”

Another crack of his hand on my skin and I cried out, wringing the comforter in my fists as I gasped. “Seven.”

Crack. “E-eight.”

Crack. “Nine.” 

The tears of frustration and humiliation were flowing now, my eyes still locked on Terzo. His face softened and I could see him hesitate as he fought his instinct to get out of his seat. 

“C-Cardinale…” He groaned, eyes looked back and forth between Copia and I. “Go easy on Tesoro…”

“Easy? Would you like to take her place, Papa?” Copia’s voice was somewhere between sweet and dangerous and I moaned as he brushed my throbbing skin. “Ti prenderei volentieri sulle mie ginocchia se lo desideri…” I would gladly take you over my knee if you wished.

Terzo moaned, rolling his hips where he sat against nothing. I swallowed thickly as I watched him, cunt clenching at the thought of him losing control. 

“Three more, Stellina. You have been such a good girl for Cardinale.” Copia purred into my ear as he pressed on my shoulder blade, pinning my writhing form to the bed. He spanked my ass in three quick but powerful strikes. I jumped each time, rolling my hips back against him as I struggled to call out the counts. 

“Ten.”

“Eleven.”

“T-Twelve!” I hissed, the blow particularly hard. 

I felt Copia’s hands massage my burning flesh and I curled into his gentle hands as he mumbled sweet words in my ear. I felt boneless as he soothed me, sitting next to me on the bed and helping me to straddle his lap. 

“You have earned a reward for your behavior, Sorella.” He murmured into my skin as he pressed soft open mouth kisses into my skin. His hands gripped my hips roughly as he ground me down against his hard on, a moan slipping past my lips. “Help me out of these clothes, si?”

“Yes, Cardinal.” I mumbled as my eyes flickered to Terzo. He was still ramrod straight as he watched us. 

I took my time, partly because my hands were a little shaky and I was still a little tipsy, fingers slowly unbuttoning the buttons on Copia’s vest. He rocked against my naked core, rubbing his cock in his sinfully tight trousers against me. I whimpered as he rested his forehead against my shoulder briefly, hands gripping my hips as we ground against each other. 

“Mi fai impazzire, Topolino.” He groaned before biting me harshly on the shoulder. I gasped, hands pausing in their task to slip into his hair and dig my fingernails into his scalp. “Voglio contrassegnarti come mia.”

“Cardinal…” I whined, arching myself against him. “Please.”

His coat just barely hung on his shoulders, vest and undershirt unbuttoned. I could feel his bare skin against my own. My nipples pressed against his wiry patch of chest hair that trailed down his belly and disappeared under his trousers. I locked eyes with him, his green eye almost completely black, pupils blown wide in lust. I couldn’t help myself as I looked at him, looking like he was going to lose control any moment and take me furiously on the floor. 

I surged forward, cupping his cheeks, and crashed our lips together. Instantly his hand was in my hair, tugging slightly on my mess bun while growling into my mouth. My lips parted and his tongue was instantly in my waiting mouth and his tounge coaxed my own to suck it into his own mouth. I groaned and rolled my hips against him, seeking out any relief I could find for the burning fire behind my belly button. 

He pulled away and I whimpered as he started to trail kisses down from my neck, across my chest, and he moved to flip us. I rolled with him, opening my legs so he could settle between them. He paused and looked up to Terzo with a wicked glean in his eyes. 

“Papa. You may kneel on the floor,” Copia pointed to the side of the bed near my head. “Do not touch Sorella, se vieni prima di lei, dormirai per terra come un cane cattivo, vero?”

“Si, Cardinale.” Terzo gasped, scrambling from the chair and kneeling next to us. He was paralleled with my head, his heated eyes locked with mine. 

“Keep you eyes on Papa, Sorella.” Copia purred, hand cupping my jaw as he kissed my neck before slowly trailing his tongue down between my breasts. My chest was heaving, eyes glassy as I looked at Terzo. 

He was just as affected as me, his breaths sharp as he watched Copia’s tongue dart out to tease my nipple as he passed and settled between my legs. I felt him spread my legs and I squirmed as he pressed a soft kiss against my inner thigh. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as my back arched as I felt his breath against my cunt. 

“Cardinal.” I moaned, taking in the flush of Terzo’s cheeks as he watched us. “Please…”

“Hm…pazienza sorella.” He murmured as he slowly teased my soaked wet slit with his fingers, I gasped as my fingers tightened in his hair. 

Copia chuckled as he teasingly ran his fingers up and down, dipping slightly into my clenching entrance before gently brushing against my clit. I panted as he gently teased me, the heat in my belly twisting and curling at his featherlight touches. I could see Terzo fisting the comforter, fighting the urge to touch me. Suddenly Copia’s fingers slipped inside me as he tongue flicked at my clit and my hips jumped off the bed. I gasped, fingers tugging in his hair as he began to devour me. 

His fingers thrusting lazily as he matched his tongue movements, I writhed beneath him. Copia’s hands gripped my thighs as he pinned me in place and kept my thighs open for him. My heel was pressed into his side as I ground my hips against his face, his nose brushing against my clit as I cried out, throwing my head back and arching my back. I could feel Copia smirk between my thighs as I felt myself getting closer and closer to shattering apart for him, suddenly his movements slowed down and I whined. 

Copia kept teasing me, getting me close and quivering under his ministrations and then backing off when I was about to climax. I was shaking like a leaf, tears building in the corners of my eyes. 

“P-please, Cardinal.” I begged, my eyes drifting to look at Copia. His eyes locked with mine between my legs and I couldn’t help as my core clenched his thrusting fingers tightly. I moaned and tugged at his hair.

“Please what, Amore?” He purred in between my legs, I gasped as he let his tongue tease where his fingers thrusted in and out of me before he sucked on my aching clip. 

“Please let me come.” I mumbled, cheeks flushed as I tried to hold his intense gaze. 

“Mi dispiace, amore. I cannot hear you.” Copia teased, sitting up and pulling away from me. 

I let out a desperate sob, my core throbbing at the loss of his touch. That was until I watched him slip his trousers down his thighs, cock hard and dripping precum. My mouth went dry as he tossed his trousers behind him to the floor before taking off his tailcoat, vest and undershirt. All of it joined his trousers on the floor as he slid back up my body, pressing himself against me. I gasped as his left hand slipped up my thigh, gripping me tightly as he pressed the head of his cock against my cunt. 

His right hand came up to tangle his fingers with mine, holding his weight up and pinning my arm down. He pushed forward, sliding deep inside me as he hooked one of my legs around his waist. I groaned, arching my back and rolling my head to the side as he nipped with his teeth at my pulse point. 

“Sei così delizioso, Stellina.” He murmured into my skin as he rocked in and out of me. I felt like I was on fire, panting as he fucked me slowly. “Adoro i suoni che fai.”

“P-please Copia.” I whined, eyes locking on Terzo’s blazing eyes. He looked like a panther stalking his prey, I shuddered and he gave me a predatory smile. “ Please don’t tease me anymore.”

“Not quite yet, Sorella. I do not think Papa has learned his lesson.” He hissed as he began to snap his hips against mine, hitting the delicious spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. I gasped his name and he chuckled darkly as he curled around me, crushing me as he fucked me. “Say my name, bambina.”

“Copia.” I murmured as he nuzzled into my neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive spot behind my ear. 

“No…my true name, amore.” He purred into my ear. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come for me, si?”

“Francesco.” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I felt my orgasm building. I writhed beneath him as his hand slipped from my hips between our bodies as he caressed my clit. My whole body felt wound too tight, legs jerking slightly as he plucked at the strings of my orgasm. “ Please… ”

“Mm, again Amore.” He hissed in my ear, punctuating his thrusts with his fingers on my clit. 

“Fran-Francesco.” I stuttered as his hips faltered and he bit down on my neck, I cried out and my nails scratched down his back. Tears welled in my eyes as I begged him. “P-please I-I can’t-!”

“Now, Sorella.” He hissed before sucking on my neck, digging his teeth in as I felt him slam into me. 

I felt my orgasm rip its way up my spine. My back arched off the bed as Copia’s arms wrapped around me tightly, crushing me against him as I moaned loudly. Another few hard thrusts and Copia’s cock twitched as he spent himself inside me, rocking against as he growled in my ear.   I panted as I came down from my high, a small grin on my face as I tangled my fingers in Copia’s hair and held him close. 

“…such a good girl, Stellina…” He mumbled, pressing gentle kisses to my bare chest where he had left love bites. “My beautiful girl…”

“Copia…” I sighed, brushing the sweat soaked hair from his forehead as he smirked at me.

“I think we forgot about someone, Amore.” Copia chuckled, gesturing with his head to Terzo. 

I blushed, caught up in my moment with Copia that I’d forgotten about Terzo. He was squirming on his knees, which I was sure would be aching by now. His cheeks were flushed, eyes blown with lust, and he was panting while looking between Copia and I. 

“You have earned a reward, Papa.” Copia purred, sitting up and leaning over me to brush Terzo’s messy hair back from his forehead. Copia looked over his shoulder back at me with a wicked grin. “As long as Sorella is up for one more round?”

I blushed and smiled at the two men, sitting up slightly and reaching out to Terzo with an outstretched hand. 

“I think I’ve got one more in me…”

#Ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #copia x terzo #copia x reader x terzo #copia x reader #my writing #Sinners in Secret Chapters

[hedgiwithapen]

For Dammit Hedgi Day: Leverage Crew wrecking Lex Luthor. Can be any continuity, Arrowverse, Young Justice, comics, some other one you know of, it's your choice.

(cons are too hard, I wrote the one with Devoe last year and that was it. You get this instead!)

Eliot handed the manila envelope over, conscious of the rust colored stain on one corner. "I think this ought to help with your article," he said to the pair of reporters. 

"What is it?" Lois Lane asked, plucking it out of her coworker's farm-callused hands.

"We followed your leads and they led to water," Eliot said gallantly. "Embezzlement from his company into political slush funds just this side of not legal."

"can't do much with that," Lois sighed. Clark Kent nodded, apologetic.

"Well, no, not alone--though my partner is going to email you with an impressive number of legal precedents you can use to make it seem way more illegal than it currently is. Ties to that failed rocket launch--wouldn't you know it, competing company sponsoring that, so that raises some red flags. Ties to human trafficking--these ones should stick, too, not just some bullshit hoax." Clark's head shot up. Eliot shrugged. "Relax, my team took care of it. mostly."

"So that's where--" Clark started and coughed. "Where you were. When I  came to ask how the digging was going."

"This is a bit more than digging," Lois muttered. "This is like Janet Lin bringing down Wakefield and the Blight."

"No one camera murder threats," Eliot shrugged again, "But we did what we  could. The illegal cloning through stolen DNA should lose him a good chunk of the hometown support. there's more, too."

"I'm going to show Perry," Lois said. she smiled.

Clark extended a hand, and Eliot took it. "Thanks again for the help."

"What are 4H friendships for?" Eliot asked.

"Anything I can do for you?" Clark asked. "I know you and your friends don't take money, but.."

"Your mom's pie recipe?"

"No. Good try. But she'd love to have you over for dinner."

Eliot glanced around. " there is one thing, but it's a big ask."

"Name it, I'll see what I can do. Bigger than Ma's pie recipe, though?."

"My partner did the heavy lifting on this one. He'd love to see the watch tower."

Clark froze. "The.. what?"

Eliot smiled, warm as heartland sky in summer. "Don't worry. I'm not telling anybody."

"How... did you even know? I thought I was doing a good job hiding the accent."

"You are, it's not that... there's just something... distinctive."

Clark shook his head with a laugh. " Same old Eliot Spencer. I'll see what I can do...if your other partner promises to return the Kandaq diamond. Again."

"Deal."

#Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Dammit Hedgi Day #Leverage #Superman

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 86

It was like she had the wind knocked out of her, court? Neglect and abuse? So now the tables were turned on her? They were treating her like a criminal..her own parents, or no, she wasn’t even family anymore, they had officially disowned her..Jared, she needed to call him, she needed to hear his voice telling her that everything would be ok..in his arms she would feel ok again…in his arms she could find comfort and not feel like she was the loneliest person alive. Her whole body felt numb and she barely had the strength anymore to hold the document, the words on the letter danced before her eyes “will that be all? Can I go now?” she breathed and the lawyer nodded. Her high heeled boots could barely carry her as she swayed out of the elevator, her phone, she needed to call someone, anyone, her vision blurred by tears she ignored all the notifications and pressed the first name that came up in her contacts, her brother, it couldn’t possibly be true what her parents had said about him, that he was in on this whole scheming and framing, “Arno?” her heart jumped as the line connected, why didn’t he say anything? “Arno, devo parlarti”. But all she heard was ‘mi dispiace, mi dispiace Coco” and a dry click followed, WHAT???? NOOOOOO, please god NOOOO, you can’t leave me, you can’t!!! sobbing uncontrollably her phone clattered to the hard concrete outside, no, please work..please please, she picked up her dead phone but no matter how hard she pushed the button, the phone just wouldn’t jump back to life, where could she go, what could she do? She didn’t know Jared’s number by heart, ok focus, focus goddammit Coco!

On the other side of the world a plane was setting in the landing for Sydney, by now he was out of his mind with worry, no call, no text, no mail from her or her brother, something was wrong, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. As soon as the plane touched down, he got absorbed by the hussle and bussle of getting out of the airport as soon as possible.

I can’t stay here in NY, I just can’t, I need to see Jared, I need to be with him, this was the right decision, Coco, her mind was racing while she swiped her credit card through the machine. “OK, Miss, here’s your boarding card, hurry the plane will start boarding shortly, gate 18” the man behind the counter pointed her in the right direction. How she got through customs so quick she didn’t know, her feet were killing her from all the running she had done but miraculously she ended up at the gate just in time, here went absolutely nothing, as the airplanedoor was closed right behind her

”No news?” Shannon came walking into his brother’s room, “nothing” it was the despair in his voice that got to him, “I wouldn’t worry too much, her battery’s flat or something, you know how she is, she never owned a phone before you came along, what time is it in the States? Maybe she’s gone straight to bed, I’m sure you’ll hear from her in the morning”, it was endearing how his brother tried to put his mind at ease, but he knew better, something was wrong, this was gonna be a long night..hopefully his jetlag would give him some solace. “I hope so” he sighed “I really hope so”.

”Miss, are you ok, you haven’t touched any of your food”, the flight attendant took away her tray “I’m just not hungry” she forced a weak smile, thank god for business class, the little bit of attention she got made her feel a little bit less alone. “I’m sorry, but I dropped my phone and I can’t seem to get it back to life anymore, and I really need to contact my…my boyfriend” maybe the flight attendant was a little bit more tech savvy than she was. “Can I have a try?” the girl gently asked and she quickly handed her the phone, but no matter how much she pushed the button, the screen remained black “if you know your boyfriend’s number then we can send him a message, or maybe an email”. Coco bit her lip and shook her head, how the hell was she gonna find him? This was like looking for a needle in a haystack, what had she done? She was lost and alone and completely helpless, she could feel her heart breaking into a million little pieces knowing that she no longer was part of a family, she was not enough, never was and never would be again, her past had been taken from her and actually so was her future. They had made the world a lot more hollow for her by the stroke of a pen, all gone, all done, never looking back.

Hours and hours later, she was standing in the midst of Sydney airport, everyone in a rush to get to their destinations, her fingers fondled the dead phone in her pocket, ok, think, there’s what seems to be a phoneshop, go buy yourself a new phone, these guys would definitely be able to help her find Jared’s number, ok come on, don’t be shy, oh who am I kidding? Come on, so what if they call you a tech retard?. “Hello, can I help you?” a young man approached her with the typical smooth sales smile, “I hope so, my phone doesn’t work anymore, I was hoping that you could maybe fix it?” she hesitantly showed him her tattered phone. “Fix it?” he huffed “we have an entire wall here of brand new phones, Android or iPhone, which one would you prefer, do you have everything stored in your Cloud? Do you use e-sim,.” What? A cloud, android? Sim? Her cheeks going bright red she stammered, “it’s ok, I’ll wait, thanks for your time though” all embarrassed and ashamed of herself, she quickly beelined it out of the shop. She was tired, jetlagged, hungry and thirsty and she missed Jared, ok think, think for god’s sakes..what hotel was he staying in? nope, she didn’t remember, how many hotels could this city have? I’ll do this the old fashioned way then. ”Where to, Miss?” the cabdriver asked her, “every 4 or 5 star hotel in Sydney that you can think of”

Everywhere she went, she was frowned upon or ignored or even kindly requested to leave the hotel premises, they all thought she was a stupid fan trying to sneak into the hotelroom of her idol. He seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth, “no luck?” the cabdriver asked as she got back in and shook her head, “you know, these stars they never use their own name to book a room, it’s always some kind of Disney or cartooncharacter, you know” he casually steered the car back into the heavy traffic. Oh great, a Disney character, no way, he would never do that, oh god, her mind just felt so incredibly numb, it felt like she had been travelling forever, would this goddamn nightmare just end? Despite the cab driver’s good advice of using Disney characters names, she was still frowned upon and requested to leave, she got out of the cab, this was the last hotel on the list, if this didn’t work, then she would get herself a room here, get some sleep and then fly back..home..there was no home for her anymore, ok yes her apartment in New York  but just thinking about NY and her parents who would still be there made it another no-go zone for her.

”Welcome to the Park Hyatt hotel, how can I help you?” the receptionist gave her a beaming smile, “Hi, I’m looking for someone who is possibly staying here with you, his name is Jared Leto, I’m his girlfriend and I would join him here in Australia, but my phone is broken and now there’s no way I can reach him..” The receptionist interrupted her “I’m sorry, but we’re not allowed to give any information on our residents”, so once again the same blabla.. “I know, and I understand, but this is an emergency..I know he’s probably not listed under Leto but I really need to see him, he’s expecting me” she was getting desperate knowing that this was her last chance, for fuck’s sakes Leto, are you even in Australia or was that just some excuse to get rid of me too, Cubbins?. “I’m sorry, Miss, like I said, I really can’t give you any info..” he rattled but she quickly breathed “Cubbins, Bart, Bartholomew Cubbins” all of a sudden it dawned on her that this might be the name he was registered under. “Just a moment, and your name is?” oh my god, bingo, he was actually here? “Harper Coco De Robiano d’Arcy” saying her name out loud, realizing the horror and the emptiness behind it, gave her a foul taste in her mouth. The receptionist gestured for her to take a seat in the lobby and went to another more private desk to make his call.

Jared’s heart was doing summersaults in his chest as he hammered the elevator button, she was here, she was finally here, he had been out of his mind with worry, it didn’t matter anymore, his lover, the love of his life had kept her promise. It took so long, Harper hung her head, the receptionist still hadn’t returned to his desk, what if he wasn’t here either? and now she had paid the cabdriver and let him go. Jared jumped out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the huge lobby, front desk nothing to be seen, his heart stopped beating for a second, when his eyes finally found her in a huge chair, completely lost in her own thoughts. “Coco..!!” she heard her name echo around the lobby, oh god, he was here and she shot up from her seat and ran straight into his open arms

”You’re here, you’re finally here, I love you so so so so much, babe!!!” he held her tight, he could even feel her hammering heart through his shirt, his hungry lips locked with hers in a much overdue and fiery kiss. In between kisses, he kept on whispering his love for her, “come on, let’s go to my room, I don’t need this audience” he grinned as he slowly let go of her and she noticed the staring eyes in the lobby. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the receptionist who had been willing to enable their reunion and followed Jared to the elevator where she pushed herself against him, she had so needed him, crawling into his arms again in complete silence, just knowing that they were together again was enough.

"I still can’t believe you’re here, I tried calling you, texting, sending you e-mails, what happened?” he closed the door of his penthouse suite behind her, he wanted to throw her on the bed straight away, but something was going on, he could see and feel it, she was so lost in her own thoughts all the way up her. “I dropped my phone, it won’t switch on again, I tried but I couldn’t remember your number, and that guy at the airport tried to sell my a new phone, but I just…I’m just too stupid for all that new technology and then I didn’t know what hotel you were staying at, and I’ve been in every hotel looking for you, but they didn’t believe me and I..” she rattled, fishing her phone out of her purse as if to prove it, “I’m sorry, Jared, I’m so sorry” all the stress and all the madness suddenly caught up with her and she just couldn’t hold back the tears that came streaming down her face. “Hey, shhhhh it’s ok, don’t cry” he held her again, what the hell had happened? This was not some normal release of a little bit of stress, there was more to it than that, “come on, let’s sit you down” he guided her over to the couch “what happened, tell me, this is not about your phone..how did things go with your parents?” he let go of her and poured her a drink, the minute he mentioned the word ‘parents’ he noticed her freeze up completely. This was going to be a long night, but he had time, why did he convince her to go see her parents when it obviously did more bad than good?

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #30 seconds to mars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #fanfiction #fic #30 seconds to mars fanfiction #30 secondstomars fanfic #a man on fire #chapter 86

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"You don't know how to dance?" King Damien raises a brow, flicking his tail.

Queen Fluerette turns her head away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "There wasn't exactly much time to learn dancing, considering my kingdom's state."

The king of Devos chuckles softly. "Well, if we want to introduce you to the rest of Harmonia, you'll need to know how to dance. Galas and balls tend to be a big deal."

He offers her a paw. "So, I'll be your teacher."

She hesitates before nodding, gently taking his paw.

As Damien began to teach Fluerette how to dance, the soft strumming of guitars and bells play in the air. Whenever the queen souls accidentally step on his foot or stumble, the king would merely laugh or gently assure her it was fine.

Damien was nothing but kind to her. Her standoffish nature, her doubts, he'd been nothing but kind. She had to repay that kindness somehow. She had to.

Meanwhile, Damien.. was conflicted.

He looks at Fluerette, and there's a more gentle look in her eyes. She's smiling as the two dance around the empty ballroom, more carefree and lax. He wants to be like that. However..

There was an odd ache in his chest. It was an ache he knew well. The ache that you cared deeply for someone, that you wanted to protect them and keep them safe. From harm and hatred, from anything that would go against them.

It was a feeling that he knew from a sister long ago.

But this ache.. also made his heart race. He was short of breath. He didn't understand how, but in such a short amount of time, he'd fallen in love. He didn't know how, but he had.

Damien thinks as he looks at Fluerette, who was clearly happy.

Will you be happier if I tell you my true goal?

His ears pin back.

Surely you will be. Everyone will be happy with death gone. You won't have to see your people die anymore. You won't have to weep over lost souls.

His tail gently sways.

I'll tell you on the grand day. I know you'll probably be mad that I kept it a secret.. but surely you'll be happy.

Damien smiles gently down at her.

So I'll keep it secret a while longer. But you'll be happy. I'm sure of it.

#king damien #program: disc #oc: queen fluerette #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #their relationship is doomed do not get your hopes up #Fluerette is in love with *Damien*. Not *Disc*. i fully intend on writing about this come when jts time for this arc

[wildwaxshows]

Fr., 26.7.2024, 20:00 Uhr: THE SPITS (US) + THE BRIEFS (US) - Knust, Hamburg

THE SPITS

Everyone’s favorite space-age mutant skate punks. The Spits are already as ingrained in modern punk music as possible, yet still manage to devour the rip-offs and influence the youth of todaywithout even looking like they're trying. The Spits have been setting the bar high, throughout the Midwest, and soon after, the world over. With an ingenious amalgamation of DEVO's early synth work in tandem with the absolute best Thug-Punk grunt the Ramones could ever maliciously muster, The Spits never try to reinvent anything, they just rip it's head off and drive it home time and time again. Possibly one of the only modern bands to have several of their songs being covered by their contemporaries, The Spits have already done so much, but still have so much more to come, as they continue to influence anyone with a penchant for irresistible punk music, played like there's nothing to lose.

THE BRIEFS

Punk rockers don't age, they just get weirder, baby. Twenty years have zipped by, and The Briefs are as frantic, energetic, and snotty as ever. Like a scud missile from outer space, the band's debut album, “Hit After Hit,” set out to destroy the new Millennium's flaccid alt-rock scene—and, in turn—inspired two decades of raucous radioactive fallout. Sewing together a tattered tapestry of 70s-style punk—with a nod toward Dangerhouse Records, DEVO, Thrasher Magazine, and ABBA—these iconic bleach blonde brutes have urged countless kids to grab a junk guitar, a pair of second-hand sunglasses, and a bottle of peroxide. What started with four idiot savants in a downtown Seattle basement has led to a remarkable two-decade career that has spawned some of the catchiest anti-hits this side of Y2K. Any self-respecting rocker will argue: “Hit After Hit,” (2000); “Off the Charts,” (2003); “Sex Objects,” (2004); and “Steal Yer Heart,” (2005); are more than essential punk classics—they're commandments, damn it. Sweat-drenched singles like “Rotten Love,” and “Poor and Weird” may have even aided in reversing punk's once terminal diagnosis. But how have they survived this long, this loud? A dynamic, leave-everything-on-the-stage live show paired with relentless US and European touring has garnered the band a fierce following (although you can't spot Briefs fan based on age, they are indeed known to harbor a certain swagger). 2008-2012 saw a much-needed cat nap for the band, but diehard pals will tell you this was no radio silence. Guitarist Daniel Travanti formed Sharp Objects and co-founded Modern Action Records; guitarist Steve E. Nix and bassist Kicks formed The Cute Lepers; drummer Chris Brief formed Suspect Parts. In the end, it all came back around to the beginning—to The Briefs. (Hayley Crusher Cain)

#wildwax shows #upcoming #knust #the spits #the briefs #hamburg #kalamazoo #seattle #bandcamp

[underoos-shield]

little italy

summary: peter has his first date with y/n and he’s nervous as hell

warning: fluff!!!!!!

A/N: this is the reblog of part 6!!

chapter 5

The sun poured through the windows of the hotel dining area, warming the surfaces it touched. The group of friends picked a table nearest to the large windows, wanting to feel that good spring warmth on their skin. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, talking about their previous day, and making plans for today. Peter only half listened to the conversation. His eyes kept drifting off to wherever y/n was, checking up on her to see if she was doing alright after he had calmed her down earlier. She seemed to be doing better, keeping a gentle smile on her face as she gathered the leftover dishes from empty tables. She was avoiding Flash’s side of the room, and at some point even went as far as asking one of her coworkers to take care of it.

Ned nudged his leg underneath the table, bringing Peter back to reality. He looked over at him, and Ned jutted his chin in MJ’s direction.

“Sorry Em, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you wanted to help me with a piece I’m doing. I want to go to the city’s main square.”

“Oh, for your portfolio?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t be more than a few hours at the most. I already asked these two but the lovers already have a date planned for their afternoon.” MJ wrinkled her nose playfully towards Ned and Betty as she says the last part, earning a ‘hey!’ from Betty, who playfully hits her with her napkin. Peter hesitates as he looks over in the direction he had last seen y/n, which was near the kitchen entrance.

“Sure, why not. Just let me know what time.”

“After brunch? I need to gather my things but I’ll meet you by the front fountain.”

Once the plans were set, the group continues on with brunch. Y/N swoops by gracefully, gathering the empty plates from their table before heading straight to the kitchen. Betty and Ned get up to go get ready for their date, and MJ goes to gather her art supplies for the afternoon. Peter looks around the room, making sure Flash wasn’t around before making his way to the kitchen entrance.

The sound of the dishes being washed in soap and sanitizer got louder the closer Peter got. There were quick italian words being exchanged between the employees, mostly male, and some laughter here and there. Y/N catches sight of the boy and smiles as she makes her way towards him.

“Buongiorno solare/Good morning, sunshine.” y/n leans in to peck both of Peter’s cheeks, leaving him a rosy cheeked mess.

“Buongiorno principessa/good morning princess.”

“Hai qualche piano con i tuoi amici/Do you have plans with your friends?”

“Sto aiutando un'amica con la sua arte oggi. E tu/I’m helping a friend with her art today. And you?”

“Only work. I hope you have fun, my Peter.”

“Can I see you later? When I get back?”

Y/N shakes her head and gives him an apologetic smile. “Devo finire i compiti prima di domani. Ma forse domani pomeriggio?/I have homework to finish before tomorrow. But maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

Peter lets out a sigh and nods. “It’s a date then.” he says, causing her to smile.

After receiving a text from MJ saying she was on her way down, the two exchange a quick goodbye before going to their respective destinations; y/n back to work and Peter to the fountain in front of the hotel.

The ride into the city was gorgeous. The scenery was so green and alive, the sky was a bright blue, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Peter sat next to MJ silently, who was busy sketching something out in her journal. She was in her own world, leaving Peter to busy himself on his own. His mind wandered back to y/n. It had been a week and a half since they’d been keeping their little secret to themselves. That meant they only had three more weeks together, but in retrospect that was very little time. Being busy with his daytime schooling activities and class dinners meant less time with y/n as well. Aside from this, Peter couldn’t help but feel warm for the girl, as if he had known her his entire life. There was no awkward beginning phase between the two of them. The two just… clicked. This made everything happen so much easier. Truly the only bump in the road had been Flash. He was… something.

MJ and Peter arrive at the city station and discuss where to go. They made a plan to go to the park first, then end their outing at a cafe nearby before they’d go back to the hotel. With the sun out, this meant a busier park, which was perfect for MJ. She was doing a realism piece, and she had an idea in her mind on what she wanted that to look like. Her plan was to sketch something out in an indoor location and outdoor location, emphasizing the way the surroundings seemed to encourage people’s behavior. It wasn’t too long before MJ’s chatter died down to silence as she began concentrating once more.

Peter spent most of his time at the park people watching, from the lone elderly man walking his chihuahua to the young couple watching their toddler run through the grass to chase the birds. The sunshine was putting everyone in a good mood. Eventually after growing bored of his phone and watching people, Peter lays back on the grass and looks up at the cloudless sky. He ends up napping, arms crossed behind his head as the sun kissed his skin. Although he was simply here to keep MJ company, Peter felt relaxed in his own head. The only indication that there was someone there with him was the quick scratching of pencil and paper beside him, and the occasional seated shifting.

After the two friends’ day ends with a two hour stay at a nearby cafe, they make their way back to the hotel for dinner. They were meeting Ned and Betty near the Venetian walls first to help them with pictures to commemorate the trip, then together the four of them would head to the hotel, where they were hoping to snag a table outside in the green to watch the sunset as they ate. All in all, their Sunday evening would have a pretty uneventful ending.

“I am starving.” Ned groans as he plops onto his bed after a long day out with their class. They had taken the train to another city that was an hour ride away, and there they had a full day cooking class. The class consisted of a lecture on the history of Italian cuisine, some sampling, as well as a walking tour of the michelin star restaurant they were at. Tomorrow would be when they would dip into some food and cook something themselves.

Peter throws his backpack next to his head and yawns, looking at the time on his watch. They had about half an hour before dinner, which meant he would need to figure out a way to discreetly leave with y/n before then. His friends would know immediately if he was gone; they would obviously notice him not present during dinner. And although Ned somewhat knew the situation, he didn’t necessarily want to tell him what was going on. Peter paced back and forth nervously, running a hand through his hair as he kept glancing at the time. Ned eyes his friend for a moment before saying anything.

“Dude, are you okay?” he asks.

“I need your help.” Peter blurts out. He covers his mouth with his hand, blushing. Ned furrows his brows and sits up.

“I-I’m going on a date with y/n, you know the girl who works here? And I just need to make it not look suspicious.” Peter tells his friend.

“I can just say you have a stomach ache so you’re not hungry.” Ned shrugs at the boy. Peter’s shoulders drop when he realizes that the solution to his dilemma was truly that easy. He wasn’t sure why he had been overthinking it.

“So,” Ned says, waggling his eyebrows. “where are you guys going?”

“Dinner. I googled this restaurant where they serve you dinner under the stars and they have those twinkling lights on trees and stuff and I thought she might like it.”

Ned gives Peter an approving nod. The two chat for a bit more, then Peter changes into a dress shirt and some slacks. He checks his hair in the mirror for the last time that day, then heads out to pick up y/n at her house. He roughly remembered where she lived, except the difference now was that he was walking there during daylight hours. There were people still out and about, and the town wasn’t dead yet.

Peter knocks on the front door and an older woman answers. She has the same kind eyes that y/n has, except she looks a bit more aged. The woman’s graying black hair is cut in a blunt bob, which shaped her face nicely.

“Ciao, sono qui per y/n/Hi, I’m here for y/n?”

“Ah, vieni vieni, non c'è bisogno di essere nervoso/Ah, come come, no need to be nervous.” the woman smiles. She ushers Peter inside then calls out for y/n up the stairs. She disappears for a moment, before coming and offering Peter some tea or coffee, both of which Peter declines politely. It wasn’t really to save space for dinner; if anything the boy was too nervous to know if he could stomach anything down.

A few moments later, y/n’s footsteps down the stairway become clearer, and she steps into the living room where Peter waits for her. She’s taken his breath away, that was how beautiful she looked. Y/N’s hair was curled loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a deep red sundress with thin straps. Her skin was glittery from her makeup, and she had a red lipstick on as well. She looked at Peter shyly as he gawked at her.

“Wow.” he finally let out. Y/N giggled and shook her head.

“Voi due state bene, okay/You two be safe, okay?” the woman says as the two make their way out.

“Okay mamma.”

It is a silent walk to the nearby restaurant. The warm breeze bristled past the pair, past their hands that just brushed against each other as they walked. The hostess checks them in and seats them at one of the many round tables, handing them menus before leaving them alone. Soft music plays from somewhere nearby, creating a relaxing but slightly romantic atmosphere. When Peter looked up at y/n, he saw the sun setting behind her. He couldn’t help but whip out his phone and snap a picture of y/n, with the sun hitting her at a great angle. The last one Peter gets is one of her looking up at him, the cutest smile playing on her lips. Satisfied, he puts his phone away.

Dinner is full of conversation. Y/N seems very interested in learning about Peter’s life, so he tells her about him living with his aunt May, whom he adores. He tells her about uncle Ben and his parents, about living in New York, his internship at Stark Industries, etc. Y/N in turn tells Peter about her family, which includes her two older brothers and a baby sister on the way, as well as a cat and a dog. She tells him about her school, the friends she has there, what her dreams are. The conversation just flows and flows, and they find it hard to stop.

They decide to pop into the park they’d gone to before at night, the one with the lake that reflects the moon perfectly. At this point, since it is a little chilly, Peter gives y/n the coat he’d brought along, draping it over her shoulders. The walk to the park is lovely, with lush flower bushes lining the walkway. Peter stops to pluck a pink flower, tucking it behind y/n’s ear. She thanks him and kisses his cheek.

Peter and y/n sit on the grass. Since it had been such a nice day, it wasn’t dewy or gross. The grass was soft against Peter’s palms as he leaned back, looking up at the stars. Y/N leans her head on Peter’s shoulders, scooting right next to him. He wraps his arm around her, rubbing her arm comfortingly. There was no conversation in this moment. Just a calm silence between the two of them.

“Sai, mi piaci davvero Peter. Un sacco/You know, I really like you Peter. A lot.”

Y/N is looking up at him now. Her face is awfully close to Peter’s, and realizing that makes Peter’s heart palpitate nervously. He couldn’t think of anything to say as he moved a strand of her hair away from her face. When he touched her face, y/n leaned into the palm of his hand, never breaking eye contact with the boy. Before he could overthink this, he moves in and kisses y/n. Their lips meeting sends a jolt of electricity through his body, and his senses are on overdrive. He brings up his other hand to hold her face, and y/n wraps her arms loosely around his neck. Her lips taste faintly of the chocolate tart they’d shared, rich and buttery. Peter could feel her heart racing in her chest, just like his. She was nervous too.

When they finally pull away, with the moonlight shining down on their faces, they both blush and smile at each other. There wasn’t anything to say; that kiss had said it all.

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