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Heyyy so I saw your requests post and I’ve been dying to get this one off my chest, so how about a neteyam x omaticaya! warrior! reader where reader’s a fierce warrior (maybe a protege of one of the higher ups). And we all know Neteyam (the mighty warrior lol) is strong and also one of the best their age, but what if Neteyam had such intense feelings for her that all he wants to do is impress her but whenever she comes around he gets all klutzy and flustered? And of course she finds it funny and cute and all that jazz. Just fluff I NEED FLUFF

P.s. The decision to fulfill this request is yours and I won’t be upset if you decide you don’t want to. As long as you’re comfortable, all’s fine by me.

But yeaaa have a good day/night :)

Authors note:

Hi babes!

So I loved this request so much! So I decided to make my very first actual long series! ‘Virago’ is going to be an original work and one of my first long projects. Unfortunately, I will not have a TON of time to do smaller requests in between chapters but i will def try! I’m very excited for this and i wouldn't have even considered this without the request so thank you so, so much.

V I R A G O

Part 1.

The Day the Sky Turned Red.

8.7k words.

𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼/

‘Y/n was made of fire. Oh, a goddess girl with lips of lightning and a caged Phoenx under her skin. Neteyam is just the ashes and remains of the heavens she crushed under her heel.’

When grief plagues the young warrior, Neteyam gives her a gift. But it is enough to console the flames in her heart?

Neteyam and reader having a sun x moon relationship (hello 'diaphanous’ readers <3)

Warnings: Descriptions of death/ parental death/ reader is a war orphan/ as always, spider, the reader, and Lo’ak are a trio/ Lo’ak and Reader being platonic soulmates?/ Spider and Reader being trauma twins/ Neteyam being lovesic/ Neteyam being nervous and shy around reader/ Neytiri being mother/ Jake being the husband i wish i had/ Tuk being a little sister and looking up to y/n/ Mentions of grace’s school.

Mentions of insecurity, blood, war, guns, reader being mommy/

I think that’s it?

Oh right, Reader fell first but neteyam fell WAY harder.

Extra info:

Y/n is one year younger than neteyam, the first part of this chapter is a flashback to when y/n was 15. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk are the agesthey are in atwow for the first part of the story. They age up in part 2 (in story)

(Ka’lik is the name of Y/ns father, her mother’s name is Zensira. Both were warriors, but Zensira was the best songstress in the clan. (Ninat go cry to the plant in the corner))

Super important note for the request sender:

Hey gorgeous so ik you asked for fluff and don't worry babes. I hear ya loud and clear. Unfortunately the first part of this chapter will be a bit angsty bc the creative juice were flowing and i got carried away but I swear on my grave the rest is nothing but fluff and lovey dovey shenanigans,

Not proofread

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To some, surrender was a comfort. A sanctuary of softly spoken submission.

To Y/n? It was a ‘bitch move’

3 years ago.

Day the sky people returned.

Y/n is 15-16

The Na’vi say, every person is born twice.

That we can redeem ourselves in the eyes of the great mother.

That being truly evil doesn't mean just craving the pain of others.

That the life of a single diseased root does not kill the whole tree.

That darkness is deadly, because like the brothers and sisters of bountiful green that dwell in the great mother’s garden, we too need sunlight to grow.

Your mother always told you monsters aren't born from a seed.

They grow when they are deprived of light.

But sometimes, we find solace in even the darkest of places.

That sometimes there's comfort in the dense night. Where others see hell, you build a home.

Sometimes we thrive in darkness because we feel we do not deserve the glory of sunlight.

Is it wrong? Is it terrible of you?

To see light where the great mother’s grace and the violence of the sky demons collide?

Things that were not meant to tear the ground of our great mother’s delicate skin.

Their metals and turning wheels, their combat boots and weapons that scream and spit fire.

But did it belong in your hands?

Your father would say,

“Each person is a thread, weaved within a tapestry that tells a story.”

The thing about stories is that sometimes, they may not always end well, or worse, they end too early. Some people stretch the thread as far as they can, too unsettled to be spread too thin, too soon.

Change is fundamental. Mo’at reminded you “there is no death, only change”

A moral structure that refuses to be severed. You believe that's whats what distincts na’vi from the sky people. Humans are quite flawed creatures. Humans love to dream and dance about stars and rain because their planet refuses to cry for them any longer. Humans dwell with memories that are haunted with light that only exists in the past, lingering behind desire to relive. Humans are afraid of grief, or loss. Of the empty void that lingers behind the shadows. Humans love to selfishly cling to the fantasy they don't live in.

You will never understand why they put themselves through such violent tendencies. To torture themselves. To provide reach towards an unseen daydream just to rip it out of their hands.

Humans remain. Na’vi evolve.

Na’vi find solace within the endless sky. Burning with color, blazing infinite. Na’vi dance on the precipice of the clouds.

Grief came over like the waves grazing the tide, promising reassurance and return.

Violence was never a necessity. A lingering intrusion of a spark that refused to become a flame.

But what lies beyond the sky? Was there truly a shadow behind the sun?

When the embers refused to settle.

You found yourself infatuated with open spaces. Abundance found within indecipherable notions.

Cracks in the mountains. Small tears in the tapestry where light leaked through the canopy of the trees.

Nothingness was never a threat.

Not when the promise of warmth remained.

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Y/n met grief when she was only a child.

When she was 15, the RDA returned.

The day the sky turned red was the day the air smelled of sulfur and blood.

Gray and red were never a pretty combination.

The demon ship’s wings stirred the trees and a storm of dust arise,

Screaming, everyone running, the distant screeches of ikran and war cries.

The night your parents went out to gather some herbs, and never returned.

When the pale light of the moon became a blazing, scorching, blanket of blankness that simmered into a forest engulfed in white flames.

You found your mothers songcord on the ground the next morning.

Her body stained with red.

You stood next to Neteyam at your parent’s funeral.

You watched as Mo’ats hands guided the delicate floating Atokirina to rest upon your mothers chest as she murmured a prayer.

People have this inherent conception that the hardest part of grief is change.

The loss of warmth in the safest of places, when the shadows loom rather than live.

In reality, it's this unnamed feeling of a void.

Love is the amplification of a connection. Love distracts. It paralyzes you within its sanctuary of promises.

Grief feels like a shield with a hole blown through the middle. When the connection is shattered, and the sky is no longer protected without the scattered solace of the stars to veil the blank spaces.

Emptiness no longer infatuated you.

The sky without the stars is not a mystery anymore.

Neteyam held your hand. It didn't aid the hollowness within the cup of your palm. Guilt revenues in a realization, that even the great mother’s solace could not soothe this wound. This ache. This pain.

Neytiri’s soft sobs scorch the air with a soreness, the morning mist. Her fingertips, victims of bow strings and arrowhead edges gently brush the flowers placed around your mothers body.

Neytiri was your mother’s sister. Not biologically. Preservations in our blood don’t always remain unsevered when a bond is born.

Your mother sobbed with her when hometree collapsed. Helped unbraid her hair for her night with Jake. Your mother had saved Neytiri’s life.

All those years ago when the RDA invaded Grace's school. When her body trembled at the sight of sylwanins blood that painted the floor and the walls, your mother walling as she desperately tried to drag Neytiri away.

To have such a bond. The heartbeat of one another emplaced in your bones, to sing a goodbye song with cruel unmeasured melodies.

Jake held neytiri, gently rubbing circles onto her back, his own grievances had been paid due to earlier.

Kiri’s tear stained cheeks didnt go unnoticed. She stood close to her father, Tuk’s tiny body squished between them as Kiri sobbed into Jake's shoulder . Kiri had always admired your mother. Chasing her shadow like wisp catching the breeze ever since she was a child. A woman of eywa. A healer. A hunter. Her heartbeat reserved for her home. Her people. Her daughter.

Lo’ak had placed his own tribute to the small spread laid out before the gently laid corpses.

A small carved arrowhead.

Your father took over your mother’s job when she had other jobs to attend to, as being the one who trained a young group of warriors. Lo’ak included. He was patient with Lo’ak. Never discouraged him. A father liek mentorship had bloomed. So when his time came to join the great mother, Lo’ak contributed his own item of remembrance.

Lo’ak gave his arrowhead.

Tuk gave a small flower.

Kiri gave a small bundle of herbs the omaticaya believed was to aid the departing spirit on their journey.

Neytiri added a few carved beads from an anklet she wore. One your mother, Neytiri and Sylwanin had shared over the years, each of the three contributing beads or small trinkets to the piece.

Jake gave some beads as well. From a necklace your mother helped him make Neytiri when he struggled with the stringing of the oddly-shaped beads back when Jake was training for iknimiya, attempting to woo the young blue-skinned warrior he knew as neytiri.

All the omaticaya came to bear their gifts. Neteyam included, who gave you the gift of his warmth.

He cradled your hand in his, he raised it to his chest when the roots covered your parents bodies.

You’ve loved Neteyam for many years now. Watching him grow from a boy to a man.

You grew up next to the sullys. Your heights measured next to theirs as a child. Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, even little tuk had built a circle around you. You were a part of their lives. They were piece of yours.

You found him in an irregular-shaped void in your heart that only he could fit in. Nights were filled of him. His voice. His eyes. His hands. The curve of his nose and the coves of his lips.

His voice was made of tender summers. His eyes were liquid gold.

You saw him. You truly, truly saw him. Not the evascent shell of the perfect warrior or son made of stone.

You saw him in the bleak day and in the night. When reality rivaled your thoughts of him, when the warmth of his touch seemed ephemeral, the invisible interstellar you swore was not a figment of your fantasies. You settled yourself from afar. Sullied yourself with stains of shame from the secrets you kept from him. The thousands of words you harbored, right next to the stars you swore you would steal for him.

This unrepeatable pattern became tiring, something you yearned to touch but your hands couldnt reach.

To tug on the silver string that dangled from this disguise he wore. This mask. This ruse of your heart.

He was to find the perfect mate. The perfect woman, A women to be the closest to an eywa incarnate. That wasn’t you. That could never be you.

Perfect with no edges. No uncalled for curves and no outward coves.

So you settled once again with the itching of your palms and the aching of your heart.

He was not yours.

Distance became a familiarity because distance was safe.

There was a time where the itching in your palmsd for his. Now, his had felt hollow as it held yours now.

Grief was a funny thing.

You stood here, your skin feels more like a shell. Your mirror feels more like a window.

Staring at yourself with pity.

Such a weak thing she is.

Sobbing.

What once was warmth and abundant is now hollow and overcast by anguish.

You start to resonate with the corpses that once rested in your line of sight before the roots of the tree engulfed them.

Why is it that the sunlight denies you shelter?

Why must your whole become hollow? The ashes of what it once was line a new path.

Is the sun falling? Have the stars collapsed? Will anyone catch them for you?

What is this? This pain? This agony? Why must it overcast your morals? Your rationality of peace? This homage harbors the resdiual of what little warmth is salvaged from this sunset of black.

You feel the merciless fire in your veins. You want revenge. The cage of a Phoenix becomes an eternity of warmth.

Even with neteyam at your side, the stars are falling. And the sunlight feels cold.

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Later that evening, the clan settled after Jake announced that his clan had to relocate to the Hallelujah mountains, where everyone would rebuild a stronghold and dwell with the loyal humans. To avoid any more bloodshed, Where the humans couldn't find you.

You sat in the Sully’s Marui, Neytiri behind you as you sat infront of the fire.

She rebraided your hair. You had mo’at and kiri unbraided for the funeral. Neytiri’s soft humming soothes you a bit, but your hands haven’t ceased their small tremors of shaking.

She gently runs her hands through your locks, placing a few beads on each braid.

Th hut is silent, Neteyam sits in the corner, he hasn’t spoken since after the funeral.

Tuk perches on Jakes lap asleep, Kiri at your side, rubbing your back. Lo’ak sat on the other side of you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“My sweet”

Neytiri’s melodic whisper whisked through the heavy gray.

“We leave in a few days time, at first light for our new home,”

She paused, her thought lingering behind a wall of hesitation, she exchanges a look with Jake, who nods at her, gently taking tuk off his lap for a moment,

“Y/n, hon, with what's occurred..-”

He waved one hand around, flicking his wrist against the air to try and demonstrate some kind of invisible concept.

But you know he was referring to your parents deaths.

“We don’t think you should be alone.” Jake adds. Neteyam nods with his dad’s words, attempting to gain some kind of partaking in this conversation without speaking.

Neytiri rests her hand on your shoulder, making Lo’ak lift his head to peer at you.

“What are you saying?”

It comes out as a breath, the unveiled remnants of the traumatic experience you had endured still fresh on your still-processing mind.

“Ma yawntu…We want you to stay with us when we settle in our new home. To stay in our home. We can take care of you.”

The warmth of the fire feels pale for a moment. I’ts vulnerability. Its shallow. Yet, Its deep, and dark, and you can’t see the bottom. Your’e left unguarded for a moment.

“I’ll be fine on my own-“

You pause when you realize how hoarse your voice sounds. you clear your throat, your gaze meeting Jake’s. His eyes soften a you an you can tell its pity. Something you would have considered affection becomes an insult. A weakness.

“I’ll be okay. I’m not helpless. I can provide for myself.”

Jake sighs and shakes his head, his words calm.

“Y/n. I know you are strong. Hell, you’re one of the strongest i know, kid. But This is not something we’re going to let you carry alone, I made-”

He pauses, taking a breath, his head tilting down a bit and his eyes squeezing shut before he raises his head to continue.

“I made a promise. To the people. To the clan. To keep everyone safe. And to your parents, we would look out for you if anything ever happened.”

The lump in your throat is dry as you swallow.

Neytiri kisses your head gently.

“Ma yawntu, we will look after you..we will guide you on this path.”

She gently guides you to look at her bow in the corner.

“My father. He gave me that bow as he laid dying.”

The air becomes thick, even the moonlight seems to freeze with its slow creeping up the wall.

The only sound is the soft 3-beat melody of Tu’ks soft breathing as she sleeps, but her heavy eyes flutter open now and then as she nuzzles into jakes side.

Neytiri squeezes her hand on your shoulder to keep her voice from breaking, her chest tightening.

“He told me to protect the people.”

The pain in her voice breaks through the cracks in the walls that kept the shadows out, cages that kept the anger in.

“I owed your mother my life. I could not protect Zensira.

I have let the demons take another from me.”

The red in her voice stained the shadows behind ehr words, the sharp syllables in ‘demons’ evident, Kiri closed her eyes and winced at her mothers words, still holding your hand.

She took a breath and gazed at you.

“But yawntu, i will not let them take you. I will protect you. You have always been one of my own at heart. The skyships will not take that from us.

The familiar sting you felt only a few hours ago returned to your eyes along with the ache in your chest.

Jake nodded.

“We can be stronger together, Y/n. Let us look after you.”

The wisp of shallow aches still burn behind your heart but you nod, silently.

Lo’ak smiles in an attempt to lighten the load.

“Just like old times, sis. We used to have sleepovers all the time, now we get to have them every day.”

Neytiri was about to scold Lo’ak for his bluntness until she heard you chuckle,

Tuk’s big eyes blinked open as her tired voice mumbled.

“Now you can play with me more..and braid my hair..”

She mumbes as she smiles to herself. Jake chuckles and ruffles her short braids.

Kiri squeezes your hand and Neteyam’s gaze hasn’t left you since the beginning of the conversation.

You took a walk that night, creeping around the hammocks of the sleeping sully family as you quietly ventured outside the small camp village.

You stand under a tree, the moonlight leaks through the canopy as you start to count the stars. You wondered how the sky and the heavens could still be standing when your whole world had collapsed around you just earlier that day.

When you were small your mother would tell you not to pull on the loose thread of her tapestries she wove. Because the more you pull, the faster it will fall apart.

Thats how you felt. One loose string being mercilessly tugged and then all the colors were fading away, you chased them, you chased them along with the falling stars but no one caught them for you.

Your heart has been thieved. Your light has been stolen.

Sin and soul seem to have a war under your skin, and the soft lllabies of the creatures of your planet seem to have more of a shriek-like quality.

Why did the colors go away?

Did they chase you to the place i cannot follow when you went away?

“Y/n.”

You jump slightly, the chill in the pale air becoming a prick of awarness as you reach for the knife on your hip, turning around quikcly.

Neteyam stands before you, his wooded-honeyed scent fills your nose, you blink as a breath of his name leaves your lips.

“Neteyam-

Oh Neteyam you scared me, you asshole.”

Usually he would have laughed. But not today, not with the shadow that looms.

He gently touches your arm.

“I’m sorry, truly-

What are you doing awake? Are you hurt? Are you in pain? Did something-

Did someone-”

You laugh at him. But its bitter and its thin. Its forced.

“For eywas sake why does everyone think i am the weak link suddenly-

I am fine. Stop looking at me like i am wounded-”

Neteyam cuts you off.

“Y/n, i would never think such a thing about you, ever. You know this. I want you safe, you can’t expect me not to be concerned when you wonder off in the middle of the night, syulang”

The nickname from whe you were children is a warm familiarity at the least.

You huff and lean against the tree bark.

“I just needed air.”

Its small and muttered.

A shaky breath left your lips.

“I’m trying to find ways to endure my own thoughts.”

Neteyams eyes soften as he steps forward, he gently takes a place y beside you, back against the tree as he stands next to you. Your hand brushes his, but your fingers refuse to interlace.

The two of you stared up at the stars for a moment.

“Teyam?

“Yes?”

“Do you think it’s ungrateful to feel as if you have nothing, even when others orrond you with love and promises?”

“I’m not sure I follow…”

“Is it wrong to feel alone when your in the arms of others?”

As it falls into place for neteyam, he gazes at you as if you were a mystery in the moonlight.

He tries to see past your walls, to place himself in your shadow.

He glances at you, then back up at the sky.

“No. It’s not ungrateful. I think we’re all born with some sort of circle around us.”

You pause for a moment, looking over at him.

“A circle?”

He nods.

“A circle. The people we love and care for? the people we would do anything for? The people who make our home, they all belong inside our circle.

My father, my mother, Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri, they're all a part of my circle.”

He pauses for a moment, his tail swishing behind him.

“And…you are too. You’re apart of my circle, Y/n.”

You gaze at him and he withers under your eyes, averting his eyes and fidgeting with his necklace.

After a moment, he speaks again.

“I can’t imagine loosing people in that circle…things must become so…empty. As if the world seems too small all of the sudden.

So no, it’s not selfish to feel alone when that circle is gone.”

His words spark comfort. The hollowness within your palm seems less heavy.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, and he nods at you.

“You don’t have to be alone, y/n. My family…when they spoke to you tonight about staying with us when we travel to the mountains, it was not because there’s a need to replace what you once had. Y/n, we want you to embrace this new circle-“

“What if I’m not ready to find a new circle?”

The vehement tone you were bearning stunned neteyam for a moment.

“Your mother was right. The sky people will take, and they will kill, and they will hunt, until everything under the sky of pandora is either dead or theirs..”

Your eyes hardened for a moment and Neteyam was still as he took in your words.

You look up at the moon once more; taking a breath.

“I do not wish to fear them anymore, Neteyam.

I want them to be the ones who fear us.”

There was a new found devotion in your heart.

A bitter song of fire and desolation.

Vengeance.

Each note a new mockery of blood and ash. Every chorus an unfamiliar revelry of hunger.

That night, under the fallen stars and the cold moonlight, the inextinguishable plotted purpose was born within you.

Neteyam sighed; his gaze fitting back to the moon.

“And so you will..”

No.

Don’t.

I don’t want to loose you in the fire.

But he didn’t dare speak it aloud.

After a moment, he spoke again.

“I have something for you.”

He felt his heart flutter when your eyes met his.

He reached into the pocket of his loincloth.

“It was a gift I planned on giving during the ceremony.”

You felt twitch of anguish as you recalled the memory.

“You already contributed your gift..you gave that armband my father taught you how to weave.”

He gave you a tender look. The kind whispered in the solace of summer and soft secrets.

“It is for you. Not for your loss.”

His words unclouded a new warmth in your chest.

For a moment, your anger ceased to simmer.

“I made this, for you a long while ago..but I never found the right time to give it to you.

Then..the incident happened and I knew it wasn’t a good time..I was planning on giving it to you on this day..but the plans changed.”

He opened his palm to reveal a small carved wooden spiral, polished and smooth. 3 strings with little charming dangling.

The first charm was 2 purple colored crystal, the second was a wooden bead that wore a Maude color, with a tree carved on it, the last was a stack of small purple beads with marbled colors.

He placed it gently in the palm of your hand, and you cradled it with such delicacy.

“Oh it’s beautiful…”

Your breath truly caught itself in his trap.

“When we were young your mother made you that necklace out of those crystals and small jeweled beads, the one she found in the river?..you were so happy to wear something so colorful..I remember the purple ones were your favorite. You always placed them so that they were in the middle. I’d thought I’d add them as a small bonus.”

He smiled at the memory.

You hugged him, your cheek pressed against his chest, he was stunned for a moment but hugged you back, you looked up at him and your breath caught for a moment, your faces mere inches apart.

You both Depart slightly and avert your eyes.

“Thank you. It’s lovely, Neteyam.”

You said softly, he nodded and smiled at you.

“The spiral suits you. Even now with this great loss you bear. It’s a connection. Even to those who are no longer with us.”

You smiled at him back, and the two of you started to walk back to the village.

How could you not see it? The spiral. A sign of support? Of friendship? Of trust?

No my dear Y/n.

It was how he felt like his soul was steadily orbiting around you. Thoughts of you never ended.

His circle.

His spiral.

You were the center.

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Years later….(y/n is now 18.)

(her code name is “X” neteyam’s name through comms is canonically ‘pathfinder’)

Jake yipped to Neytiri as she raised her bow and looked over her shoulder.

Her face is adorned with war paint, much like yours. She had painted you for the day. Red, purple, blue, the colors of your ikran worn proudly like a hyde of victory.

“Remember the plan.”

Jake says through his throat comms, his volume fighting the wind. You held your two fingers to the small mic on your neck so you could hear through your earpiece.

“Neytiri and I will strike from above, X, you're my Archer. I want you to hit em’ quick and move out fast. Eagle Eye, pathfinder, you two are spotters. Do not engage in close range, or air combat, understood?”

You heard lo’ak groan through his comm.

“Bro, why does Y/n get to have all the fun!?”

You felt a tinge of pride. Knowing you were Jake’s right hand out in the field. Higher ranked than either of his son’s. A skilled Archer.

“Because I'm older and I have more fun.”

You quipped back, unable to hide the smile in your voice.

“Ya know what'd be fun? If you were to crash straight into one of those mountains and fall in your cocky as-”

“Both of you! No arguing on the comms!”

You refocused as the smell of ash and metal was fast approaching. YOu and the war party arrive on the scene right on time

You flew up above the train tracks and watched as the vehicle crashed into a collision of smoke and ash on the derailed tracks. The air scorched to sting your flesh with an uncomfortable heat.

Neytiri let out a ululating sound to signal to you as she flew down to help Jake. Behind you were 3 smaller aircrafts.

You grabbed your bow from the side saddle, mentally commanding your ikran to dive.

Everyone who witnessed Y/n fight swore the wind under her ikran’s wings were grazed with fire.

She was made of red-ribboned rainstorms in a scarlet blaze of uncharted wind and wildflowers.

For a moment it’s all too real. The encore of your arrows, the satisfying stretch of your bow string, Like the last note before the chorus. You dive down, sliding down the neck of your Ikran ever so slightly as the wind stings your cheeks, the sunlight strong. You draw back, a loud call escaping your throat, and the arrow flies.

Its in a blink of an eye the cockpit window is shattered, the pilot now sporting an arrow of yours through his neck as the metal gray bird ceases it’s flight and collapses in a cloud of smoke and sulfur.

You’d usually be celebrating if two bastards weren't behind you.

You grasp two arrows this time, the long wooden shaft in your clutch as you line them up properly for the next shot.

The pilots pathetically attempt to surf with the wind beneath you, scattering your duo targets into far off spots.

Thats the thing about humans. They tiptoed on the wind as if it was uneven ground. Na’vi warriors like you danced upon airstorms and harsh rains. A swirling spiral of helix grazes your skin as you feel one of their shots fly past you the heat just missing your ikran,

You soothe him before regaining your position, you mentally make a new command to your ikran.

‘Drop’

In a moment, the settled feeling of security that once shaved your bones seems to wither away.

Your ikran free falls, rolling against the wind that whips and wails. Your chest heaves as you ready your shot, the reverberation from your bowstring sings to your fingers as the two arrows fly, hitting both pilots as your irkan regains a flying position instead of a falling one, all adrift in a fleeting shot.

The aircrafts fall together, crashing against the ground.

The ground team jake had arranged comes into view frm the side forest clearing, all watching in awe as if you were the embodiment of phoenix.

They raised their bows and let out warcalls, you pridefully returned, raising your bow above your head and releasing a war call of your own.

Neteyam watched from afar. His ikran synced with Lo’aks as they circled the scene below, na’vi led by Norm gathering all the weapons they could.

But he couldnt let himself focus on the world below when all he could see was the woman made of exquisite inferno and grace was scorching the sky with her blaze.

Neteyam felt the wind brisk through his braids as he looked up, squinting against the sunlight in hopes to catch another glimpse of you.

The light of day made you seem grazed with gold that brushed the cobalt hues.

He watched as you shot down the aircrafts, he watched you shoot two arrows.

To Neteyam, you were made of fire.

Remnants of moonlight and high-tided sea storms. A hellish radiance and a scarlet soul.

Neteyam remembered the night he saw the flame embed itself in your soul. The night he gifted you that carving that was now a charm that rested tied to the long expanse of your bow.

He hated it. How inconsolable he feared you were, how he feared this new alit flame would burn his touch away from you. Useless was an understatement, of how he felt that night, even the stars above refused to guide him down teh right path.

He knew you were angry.

He was angry too.

He wanted to fight just like you did. His hatred for these sky demons simmered beneath his skin. He was a warrior. He wanted to fight next to you and his father. He was a protector of the people.

He had seen what they had taken from his home, from his parents, his family, from you.

At first, he thought it was jealousy.

The way Jake encrusted you to be his main archer. To shoot down sky ships.

Neteyam? He wasn’t anywhere near the fighting. Not anywhere near you.

He knew his father thought him and Lo’ak were “too important” to be fighting.

Jake was trying to salvage the sons made of stone before the heat of war can melt the rock.

Were you better than him?

Stronger than him?

Why did his father trust you more than he trusted his eldest?

As he watches you now, the archer who had her arrowhead aimed at his heart from day 1.

He knows its love. It must be.

It keeps him awake at night. The devoured feeling that gnaws at his heart. You were the center of his sky in all your celestial glory and he wished he would have gifted you the entire universe but instead he gave you that carved spiral.

He loved you because where other struggled to see in the dark you danced with dusk. You were a paradox. Detached, but focused. Because you somehow made the most dissolute and reckless seem graceful. You were real. Imperfect. Unconfined hunger bordered by each beautiful bruise blemish and scar that covered your skin.

You haunted him.

“Bro!”

And funny enough, it seems eywa created little brothers for a different kind of haunting.

Neteyams eyes flickered to where Lo’ak circled around him on his ikran.

The cold colors tattered across the ikrans purple and blue skin, trapping the yellow large speckles of shapes of the banshee’s skin.

Lo’ak’s echoes dwindle in the gust of wind, the war paint he wore proudly on either side of his face, Neteyam had watched Y/n paint Lo’ak after his begging back at high camp.

Something about Lo’aks smile in situations like these always found ways to disquiet Neteyam.

His eyebrows hover above his eyes as his fangs bare through his smile.

“Bro! We have got to get down there!”

Neteyam shakes his head, a warning look traces his features.

“No way! Dad will skin us!”

Lo’ak shakes his head, the wind uplifting his braids as he dives.

“C’mon! Don’t be a wuss!”

The flushed first notes of an uncertain heartbeat ablaze neteyam’s mind as he dives as well.

“Shit! Lo’ak! Get back you dumbass!”

Lo’ak dived blow into the musk of what might as well be no man’s land. The air wailed and whipped around him as he hopped off his Ikran. Yanking his kuru from his banshees and running towards the chaos in question.

He looked over his shoulder to see Neteyam following suit. He laughed, waving his hand through the dust and smoke.

“C‘mom bro!”

“Lo’ak!”

“Lo’ak come back!”

Lo’ak faltered momentarily when he saw Norm directing some navi’s into a brigade to gather all the weapons from the train’s supply cart. Swiftly swerving to stay out of the dream walkers sight, he joined the forming crowd where around where Tarsem had just opened a new cart of guns.

“Here boy- take this weapon! Go!”

Lo’ak let put a silly war cry and puffed up his chest,

Neteyam came to a halt.

“Lo’ak, you don’t even know how to use it.”

Lo’ak waved the gun around like it was weightless, handling it like one of Tuk’s toys.

“Nah bro. Dad taught me!”

Neteyam rolled his eyes, done with Lo’aks bullshit.

“I’m sure he did-

Let’s go-“

He grabbed lo’aks bicep but Lo’ak shrugged him off.

“Or maybe I’ll just be like y/n and shoot down some sky demons!”

Above the clouds, you circled the ensuing hustle below. Watching the brigades, monitoring the ground team. Your bow at the ready in its position on your saddle sheath.

And then you saw them.

“Son of a bitch!”

You hissed quietly, swiftily diving down to where the duo of your headache embodied currently argued about something stupid.

Lo’ak smiled as he saw you, but it faded as he watched the shadow of your Ikran (which was larger than the average Ikran, granted)

Loom over the both as you hopped down, glaring at them.

“What are you two shitheads doing here!?”

The feathers on your raid top gently shook in the breeze, a few of your beads clanking together in your braids as you made your descend.

Neteyam seemed to straighten, but his breath seemed to form a blockade for his own voice.

Maybe it was the way the brightly covered beads and feathers of your top accentuated your skin. Or maybe it was the way the fathers in your braids matched your waist beads Kiri had made you.

Maybe it was the way your loincloth seemed a bit more perfect than usual as it hugged your hips.

Maybe it was the way the red, blue, and purple war paint on your face outlined your eyes like wings and shed down your cheeks like tears, sorrowed in starlight for you had just been warrior of the wind.

I guess we’ll never know.

Lo’ak spoke for him.

“We wanted to help! C’mon, we have the ground team to be spotters! They don’t need us! I’ve been practicing the trick you taught me with the bow, just let us fly with you- we promise we’ll-“

You shot Lo’ak down before the words flooded further, the scarlet hues ablazed and begged for nothing but obedience in your voice.

“Kehe! You will do nothing-! Go back to your post. Both of you. Now!”

You swatted Lo’ak with your bow, hissing at him, Neteyam tried to drag Lo’ak away.

“Bro let’s go!-“

The sound of heavy mechanical whirring instilled the heightening of your awareness in the moment, your ears pining back as you saw the larger ship approach.

“Gun ship inbound!”

Jake shouted, you saw neytiri hiss and take off on her Ikran.

“Shit! Run!” You cursed, shoving Lo’ak and Neteyam in the opposite direction and making a break away from the approaching enemy.

As it would seem time was not in your favor, your Ikran had already been spooked away by the blast, Neteyam grabbed your hand before you could run,

“Come with us, now!

Go-!”

He shoved Lo’ak ahead of him as they ran, Neteyam’s hand clutching yours as you kept pace with the two.

The 3 of you climbed over the derailed debris, Neteyam and you scaling the bright yellow RDA logo train doors,

“Bro come on!” Lo’ak called.

A flash of light invaded your vision, the scorching heat of the blast incircled you.

You feel Neteyam attempt to reach for you, but instead all you feel is a tug on your wrist as your senses start to numb.

Your airborn for a moment, then your body collides with the uneven ground, the rocky surface below.

You groan, your vision blurring. The embers and ash clash against your skin in the harsh sting of the hot air.

You winced in pain as the adrenaline started it’s course of abandonment. The aching sensation swallows your body.

Scarlet etched its way in a jagged scratch on your side. The world seemed to darkn as the scarlet hues slowly faded to black. The sky’s golden and blue game of chance changes its rules as your eyelids become heavy.

Neteyam’s eyes shoot open as his vision readjusts itself clearly.

Lo’ak is above him, shaking him awake. Panic in the half-notes of his jagged breaths.

“Bro!? Bro! C’mon, get up we gotta go!”

Neteyam stands to his feet, groaning, but quickly regaining his senses.

He looked down at his hand to see where something small and beaded made its home in his clutch.

A bracelet?

Your bracelet.

It hit Neteyam like a tidal wave.

“Shit! Y/n-“

Neteyam tried to run past when his body collided with a taller one, Jake stood looming over his son’s, placing one hand on each of their shoulders “Hey! Easy, easy, where’s Y/n?! Are you hurt?!”

Neteyam tried to speak but all it was met with is stuttered breaths and a poor panicked exclamation.

“That way! I meant to grab her arm and I grabbed this instead-

The blast-“

Jake didn’t hesitate as he started running in the direction you were in, Lo’ak seemingly still in shock and Neteyam following his father without missing a beat,

“Stay behind boy! Get your brother out of here!”

“But sir-“

“That’s a direct order!”

Norm, quickly dragged Neteyam and lo’ak away to the sidelines of the forest to make their quick escape.

The sound of a screech flooded your ears, the footseps barely audible over the smoke and wind.

“Y/n! Oh child, Eywa please no.”

You reached for your knife with the last ounce of motor control you could muster, before a hand gently lifted you on your back, the sun’s blinding silver line halo of heat scorched your eyes, you hissed and winced in pain.

The hands were familiar, it calmed you rather quickly.

You knew it was neytiri when the blurry shape of gray purple and green, faintly recognizable as her bone collared-top.

You groaned, the raw rushes of pain encased your vision.

“I’m sorry-”

You mumbled.

“Shh. No apologies, my dear girl. Come, we must go. Quickly.”

The last thing you remember is the gently shrill of her Ikran and her hand around your waist was she settled you in front of her on her ikran. The Scarlet hue no painted the wind.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓

When you awake, its to the sound of herbs grinding soflty in a boil. The reverberations of the grinding tool against the small wooden bowl make your ears twitch.

Your vision settles. Mo’at sits infornt of the small fire in the tsahiks tent, Tuktirey by her side.

Her big eyes blinking at her grandmother’s handy-work, her much smaller tail swishing to the beat of each sound.

You sat up slowly, with a small wince. But the pain was significantly better.

Tuk gasps

“Y/n! You're alive!”

She wraps her arms around your waist, nuzzling her little head into your chest. You smile at the smaller girls, roughly a few of her braids, kissing the top of her head.

“of course I’m alive, yawntu! It would take a million Sky People to take me out.”

You teasingly mocked the position of an archer, holding a pretend bow and arrow made out of thin air as Tuk laughed.

Mo’at gently cleared her throat, making her way to you as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“ Child, your wounds were deep, but they shall heal quickly with the salve. Kiri shall be back with more herbs soon. But please rest, simply until the bandages are removed.”

You nodded greatfully, squeezing her hand in a gesture of thank you.

She was the closest thing you would have to a grandmother, even before your parents began their journey with Eywa. You never got to meet your actual grandparents. They died in the attack on hometree. The only memory you had of them was through the clans' stories.

You wore a choker that was strung with river pearls and brown leather, a small navy-blue colored stone in the middle. A treasured piece your grandmother once wore.

Tuk snuggled up to you in the hammock, and you gently rubbed her back.

A soft rustling made your ears perk up when Kiri slipped through the tent flap with a basket of herbs.

“Tsmuke, (sister)

You are awake.”

Her expression softened, as if tensed up since the moment you returned unconscious. It probably was.

She handed the herbs to Mo’at and kneeled at your side, gently brushing a few of your braids away from your face.

“How are you feeling? Better? I used yalna bark when grandmother wasn’t looking. Was it Lo’ak again? It’s always Neteyam getting in trouble and you getting hurt when that sxkwang gets bright ideas-“

You gently stopped her mid rant. Holding her hand gently to your chest.

“I am fine, Kiri. A few scratches and bruises has never done much harm.”

She chuckled softly, standing back to her feet to assist Mo’at with the rest of the preparations for other wounded warriors.

As the hours passed, and the sun started to set, Kiri had to drag Tuktirey off to bed and Mo’at left the tent for the night. Leaving you alone to find sleep.

Mo’at had insisted you sleep in the Tsahik’ s tent tonight. Get some extra rest.

You didn’t argue. It was better than sharing a hammock with Lo’ak. The boy snored more than what you were almost certain was normal.

It was an understatement to say you nearly killed someone when you heard the tent flap rustle. You jumped, instinctly reaching for your knife.

It was well after hours.

Everyone should be asleep.

Who was it? Were you followed when you left the train?

Was it a sky demon? An animal?

You slowly felt your heart steady once again when you saw a small pale figure enter your tent, the small glimmer of his mask dances in the firelight. Lo’ak is behind him, looking less hyper than usual. Instead, a subtle tinge of gray flickered past his eyes, but it quickly gilded itself to green and gold once it settled on your form. He released a breath of relief and spider smiled.

“See? I told you she was okay.”

It took you a moment to realize that Lo’ak was worried about you.

You gave him a small smile opening your one arm that wasn’t aching, and he slipped himself under it, sitting next to you in the hammock, resting his head on your shoulder.

Lo’ak was your best friend. But really, he was so much more than that.

He was your family. Your ride-or-die.

Your right hand.

It made you feel a bit guilty, that Lo’ak seemed to prefer you over Neteyam sometimes.

Lo’ak wanted you to be his teacher when it came to his archery training and sparring. Lo’ak wanted it to be you who he went on hunts with.

Yet again, he also only lets you braid his hair because apparently neytiri pulls too hard and Neteyam doesn’t know how to tie them off properly.

Spider was a bit of a different case.

As you grew older, you realized how much you envied your motehrs sense of lightness.

Her entire being seemed to be made of golden hour gardens and softly whispered summers.

She was strong. The strongest woman you knew.

But she was kind.

She wasn’t like Neytiri in the sense that she resented all humans.

Your mother always felt a sense of protectiveness over Spider. A small, pale boy who used his heart instead of brain, chasing shimmyflys and tripping over vines that were larger than him. She welcomed him into her circle. She shielded him from the storms of strange staring and pesky fears.

Your mother always cared for Spider. Helped him re-twist his locs and make him new loincloths and hair beads. Some of your earliest memories were you and spider playing with the small carved toys in your family’s tent, or giggling after dark under the blankets after your father told you both to go to sleep.

She argued when spider had to go back to his foster family, and ended up making bargains with him to stay overnight every few days.

You’re almost positive it’s the only motherly love spider has ever known.

He cried when your mother died.

You think he might have cried more than you did.

Sobbed for days with you, and it brought you closer together.

You smiled as Lo’ak fidgeted with one of the bracelets on your wrist.

When you were about 8, Lo’ak was 7, spider was 9, your mother carved you these special beads for the three of you to use.

You three decided to make bracelets and your father helped you string them together, all collecting charms and gifting them to one another to add.

The two biggest stones were carved river crystal the two boys collected, Lo’ak rolled the beads between his two extra fingers, sporting a bracelet of his own you and spider made him.

“So, I heard you got your ass kicked.”

Spider snickered. Sitting down in front of you.

You whacked him with your tail.

“Fuck off. Those sky demons ate my arrows.”

Spider groaned,

“I’m so pissed. I heard you fell down in a explosion and ate shit-

And now one took a picture for me!”

Lo’ak threw and arm around your shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah. And her Romeo was panicking because he didn’t save her in time”

You flushed, shoving him away.

Spider laughed, standing up.

“I can only imagine-“

He cleared his throat, before making his voice go an obnoxious pitch higher, twirling his locs around his fingers and batting his eyes, mimcmking what was supposed to be you.

“Oh Neteyam! My big strong warrior man! Come save me!”

You hissed in annoyance, but couldn’t help but bite back laughter at the back of your throat.

Lo’ak stood to his feet, puffing up his chest and taking his braid out of the way he tied them back, letting them hang, deepening his voice and stomping towards spider, dramatically holding him in his arms as spider collapsed with a loud rehearsed sigh.

Lo’aks Neteyam imitation sent you over the edge, you were now cackling and had rolled out of your hammock.

“I’ll save you from the demon ships with my bow and arrow!”

Lo’ak, you, and spider all break into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the ground. Lo’ak steadying himself by burying his face in your shoulder as spider banged his fist on the ground, finally, as the laughter died down, the three of you stared at the top of the tent, out of breath, the only sound being the gentle wheezing endnotes of your breaths.

“Glad you kicked some ass today. Those fucking RDA pilots didn’t stand a chance against you and that bow of yours.”

Spider whispered. Nudging your shoulder gently.

You smiled at him, Lo’ak squished in between you.

The three of you said your goodnight s, and you watched the two missing parts of your circle leave the tent before they could get caught after lights out.

You nestled back into the hammock, staring up at the ceiling.

The aching in your arms hasn’t completely vanished it’s fortification of pain in your shoulder.

You gently rub circles around the small carved spiral you untied from the long shaft of your bow when spider dragged it inside.

You played with the small crystals and the beads, gently humming to yourself.

Your fingers traced along the shape, Neteyams eyes invaded your mind.

It was fascinating, really. How a warrior such as yourself had won today's battle and yet the one thing you truly yearned for was still not within your grasp.

It hurts sometimes, to think about how beautiful he was.

The way his irises encompassed golden hour in all its starlight sessions.

The air was thicker in the mountains like this, up here in high camp. Perhaps that’s why the sweltering residual warmth that rippled across your skin like lillies to a pond every time you thought of him

You wondered if he tasted like the sun. Sweet, possibly bitter. Bleak and addicting, such a delicacy deserved to never touch your lips.

Alas the stars did not align for you.

Not tonight.

You trace the spiral one last time before letting your eyes flutter closed.

Your tail flicked as you heard yet another rustling.

The sound of footsteps, slightly heavier than last time.

You groaned.

“Spider did you forget something again?..”

When no answer was heard you grumbled. Standing to your feet and untying the tent flap, only to be met with two two golden hour orbs that had just plagued your mind.

“”Neteyam?..”

authors note:

I’m finally done! I haven’t slept in two days but I’m finished. I can’t decided whether I like the way this turned out but I LOVE some of the smaller little details. Y/n is such a badass and she’s in her reputation eraaaa. We love to see it 😩👏 this first one was a lil angsty but I PROMISE y’all, this series is NOT angst. I’ve got a ton of stuff planned. I’m thinking maybe a little bit of jealous Neteyam? Some humor? Spider and Lo’ak being the captain of the ship? Mo’at being a sassy Granmda? Maybe some sister bonding with Kiri? AHHH IM SO HYPED. I, about to pass out and I can’t feel my fingers but that’s it for now! Stay tuned for part 2 🏹

-Sol

Jan 2034

“Virago” series, chp. 1.

Taglist:

@plooto

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #jake avatar #kiri sully #avatar fanfiction #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you #neytiri

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hello hello! not sure if you write for her... but can i request a childhood friends to lovers fic with leah galton?! love your writing!!!

pinky promise - leah galton

leah galton x reader

description: in which you and your childhood best friend fulfil a promise that you made years ago

warnings: it’s a long one, babies!

a/n: hiya, lovey! thanks so much for the request and the love! i hope you enjoyyy ❤️

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you and your childhood best friend, leah grew up together joined at the hip. you went to school together, bonding through a mutual love of football from a young age. wherever you went, she went and vice versa.

you were extremely close, both of you each other’s favourite person in the world and no one could come in between that.

so much so, when you were younger, you both made a sacred promise that you both held close to your heart.

when you both reached 16, leah was the first one to explore romance, you were the person she came to for advice, her wingwoman, her best friend. You were more on the reserved side, particularly focused on football and school rather than anything romantic.

–

it was a commonly chilly friday in england when leah invited you over to her house to ‘study’.

“you, leah galton are inviting me over, to study on a friday night?” you quirk your brow, a hint of disbelief evident in your tone.

“yes, (y/n) (y/l/n), i am” she mocks, cocking her head to the side teasingly as you ate lunch together. you take another bite of your sandwich as you narrow your eyes at her, she stares at you challengingly, waiting for you to agree.

“nah, there's a catch for sure” you concluded with a cheeky smile, making the corners of her mouth upturn as well. while you both stare at each other with challenging glares, you watch as leah’s eyes trail from yours to another point in the room.

you look at her confused and follow her gaze to one of your classmates, the girl waves at leah shyly before sitting down with her friends for lunch.

“ah, there’s the catch” you laugh teasingly, watching the girl in front of you look down in embarrassment.

“we’re going on a date next week and i need you to help me” leah pleaded, reaching for your snack you were about to open before you promptly slapped her hand away.

“hm, what’s in it for me?” you smirk teasingly, she rolls her eyes but thinks for a moment. “i’ll buy you an ice cream?” leah tries, gaining a shake of your head when her hand manages to steal some of your snack.

“oh, come on, galton, you can do better than that!” you scoff, she shakes her head at you, “i’ll do that assignment that’s due on monday?” your eyes widen at that, “well, you're doing that regardless if i agree or not” you scold, she internally curses herself for telling you that, you were always the academic out of the two.

“i’ll do the assignment and whatever you want for two weeks” leah pleads, you ponder for a moment, mockingly rubbing your chin with your hand to take the piss out of her, the girl immediately rolls her eyes at you.

“make it three and you’ve got yourself a deal” you say smugly, putting your hand out for a handshake that she reluctantly takes, “deal” she sighs.

–

you went home with her, and as soon as you both entered her room, she promptly got into business, dragging you to sit on her bed while she sat in front of you.

“what about the movies?” leah tries, you shake your head, “too overdone” leah nods along with you. “should i invite her to a game and then go out after?” leah attempts again, gaining you crinkling your nose in dislike.

“babe, no offence but you’ll be all sweaty and that’s not attractive” you tease, leah gives you a playful slap on your knee. “not funny” she grits out, “why don’t you just do a little picnic or something?” you suggest with a shrug, “would you be happy with that?” leah questions, somewhat nervously but you dismiss it.

“well, yeah, if you’re there, you’re great company” you smile shyly, looking down at your lap. you miss the way leah looks at you in slight shock, mildly spaced out from your words.

“oh, okay, i'll call her later ” when leah smiles at you, you wondered what it would be like to go on a date with leah, quickly shutting down the thought, she was your friend, you can't like her like that.

–

one week later, leah goes on the date. it wasn't at all enjoyable like she had hoped. the girl didn't understand her humour, you always did. the girl didn't like football, you did.

and, as it turned out, the girl thought the date was a hangout between friends. the list went on, no matter how hard she tried to block out the thoughts, it always came back to you.

she didn't know why, she didn't like you like that. you were her best friend. just because she thought of you every night before she went to bed, bought you things she thought you'd enjoy, and maybe had one too many lingering thoughts about you being the one on this date meant nothing, right?

—

it was the morning after the date and you were slightly worried leah hadn't called you last night after it like she promised she would.

it was a monday, meaning you have school, you lay in bed, lightly sleeping before you needed to get ready. suddenly, the door opens after a quick knock, not even giving you time to respond.

you open your eyes and in walks leah, a glum expression evident on her face. without another second, she trudged over to your figure on the bed, flopping her body overtop and sinking into you.

“good morning” you laugh, the girl on top of you groans in response, her face buried into the covers over your stomach. “not good?” you ask softly, running a hand over her back in comforting circles.

you feel her shake her head, burying her face further into you, making you slightly nervous before you shut down the thoughts, she needed you as a friend.

she lifts her face up and looks at you, “really not good” she sighs, rolling off your body to lie next to you. you both stare up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

“i'm sorry it didn’t go well” you look over at her, she turns her head to look at you, “don't be” she shrugs, lifting her hand up to gently move a stray hair resting close to your eye. the gesture was so intimate, it gave you a funny feeling in your stomach.

you both look at each other with soft expressions, the two of you unaware of the racing minds and lingering thoughts about each other that had you both questioning your friendship.

“i think i might leave the dating scene for a bit,” leah admits, turning onto her side so she could look at you better, “joining the single life with me, huh?” you tease, copying her action and rolling onto your side.

“mmhm” she hums, both of you giggling with each other.

“sorry to ruin our little moment in solidarity, but i need to get ready” you pinch her cheek teasingly and she immediately groans in protest. her eyes linger on you as she watches you move around the room, so fluid and satisfying for her to watch.

you change in the bathroom and come back into the room to see a waiting leah on your bed, you stick your tongue at her, she returns the action with a laugh. you begin to pack your bag while you both chat about the date.

leah making an effort and leaving out some specific thoughts she had during the date.

it was during lunch that you made the promise, you had separate classes which had you both a little sad. you watch as leah’s face visibly brightens when she sees you sitting in your usual spot.

you both chat and laugh as you eat, having genuine, heartfelt fun, even if it was just the two of you.

when a conversation sparks up about the date again, you both laugh as you tease her. she covers her ears while slightly cringing at herself while replaying the ‘date’ in her head before she looks at you with a cheeky expression.

“let’s make a deal,” leah challenges, you raise your eyes amusingly at her, encouraging her to continue.

“if we’re both single by the time we’re 25, let’s date and get married later” leah says simply, taking a sip from her water as she watches you for your reaction, she’s surprised at seeing you nod.

“sounds good” you shrug, “make it official?” you smile, holding out your pinky to her. she grins brightly, interlocking your pinky with hers.

—

years and years go by and the both of you are pining over each other painfully. it was so incredibly obvious to everyone around you that you were both head over heels for one another, it was frustrating.

you both got signed to the same clubs for football, both of you asked by almost every teammate in different teams if the two of you were dating, always having to turn it down, leah always loved to say, “not yet” every chance she got.

it was during both of your years at manchester united that acted as a catalyst for your relationship. you were both 24 at the time, both of you would tease each other about how 25 was swiftly approaching for the two of you. you both wanted it to come as soon as possible, you knew you loved each other but chose to painfully wait.

—

“still gonna keep your promise, love?” leah says cheekily as she kicks the ball to you, her birthday was coming up extremely soon.

you receive it and shake your head with a giggle, “of course, we swore on our pinky’s” you scoff, almost like it’s common knowledge, she knew all too well of course. you swiftly kicked the ball back to her.

“glad we’re on the same page” she said with a bright grin, stopping the ball before walking up to you and giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“leah!” you laugh brightly, attempting to push her off you but the girl wouldn’t budge. she pecks your cheek repeatedly while she giggles against your skin, her hand lingers on your waist to pull you closer and your stomach flutters.

“we need to get used to kissing, wifey” she mumbles against your ear, a few of the girls watch the interaction and shake their heads. they’ve had to deal with your casual flirting for years, but none of them have suffered as hard as you and leah.

you laugh and she moves off you, slinging an arm over your shoulder to walk you over to the rest of the team to wrap up training.

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leah’s 25th birthday arrives, you decorate your shared flat with balloons, streamers, flowers and a little banner with ‘happy birthday’ written across it. you were so giddy, excited to spoil your best friend/future wife.

you both had training today, so you wanted to make some parts of the day nice and special for your special girl. you walk into her room, expecting her to be sleeping but are instead faced with a changing leah, the girl standing in shorts and her sports bra about to shrug on her shirt.

she smirks at you surprisingly and you turn around instantly “sorry!”, your cheeks flushed red. you’ve seen each other change countless times, but seeing her changing in her room felt too intimate, it made you nervous.

she lazily giggles, chucking on her shirt and standing behind you. “i’m 25 officially, babe, get used to it” you can hear her smirk in her words and you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth.

her arms experimentally wrap around your waist as she pulls you against her front, giving you a loving hug from behind before turning you around.

you smile sheepishly, your arms going around her neck to pull her into a tight embrace, “happy birthday, beautiful” you breathe out with a smile, kissing her cheek affectionately. she holds onto you tightly, never wanting to let go.

you part with shy smiles, “thanks, babe” she lifts her hand up to stroke your cheek gently before you grab her hand and pull her out to the decorated living room.

she gasps as soon as she sees it, stopping in place and halting both of your movements. “when did you set this up?” she exclaims in awe, looking at you with lovesick eyes that had you swooning.

“when you went to sleep” you say proudly, feeling leah’s grip on your hand tighten. she looks at a loss for words, her mouth opening to speak but nothing comes out. instead, she pulls you by the hand into another hug, her face making its way to the crook of your neck.

“i love you, thank you” you both feel too warm, you knew the feelings were mutual and it only made you both nervous about what you two could become.

“i love you too” you say sweetly, giggling when she nuzzles her face into your neck.

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you both arrive at training with bright smiles and the girls immediately giggle at the two of you. starting with the birthday wishes immediately before settling into the teasing.

“25, galton, you dating yet?” ella teases, millie laughs immediately, spurring the girl on. “not yet, someone else needs to be 25 first” leah grins, nodding her head towards you before throwing you a wink, your cheeks are on fire. “well that's about..” millie ponders, interrupted by an excited leah, “28 days, 12 hours and 43 minutes” she said simply, sitting down next to you in her cubby to lace up her boots.

you swore your heart stopped then and there, your eyes were wide and your mouth was slightly agape as the room erupted into cheers and teasing.

she nudges your thigh with her own to prompt you to look at her. “you okay?” she mocks, she knew she was affecting you, her smug smile making it hard to breathe while her thigh rested against yours. you nod in response, tearing your gaze from the girl and lacing up your boots as well, her thigh never left yours.

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it was your 25th birthday, leah has been excitedly reminding you almost every second for the past week. you were both excited, and obviously you both knew why. you could have dated years ago, sure, but something about the promise you made at 16 was just so special to the two of you. you mutually wanted to wait and it was sure worth it.

you woke up to leah hugging your body on top of the covers, an arm slung around your waist while she hugged you to her chest.

“happy birthday, baby” she whispers in your ear, kissing the tip of your ear while she snuggles into you. you stir and turn to her, pressing your face into her collarbone and hugging her tightly. she hums at the contact, resting her cheek against the top of your head.

“thank you” you mumble into her shirt, moving up slightly to kiss the base of her neck which made her squirm, you smile lazily into her skin. “i’m 25, you need to get used to this” you mock, looking up at her with tired eyes, she chuckles as she takes in your appearance. she moves the stray hairs adorning your face, her finger tracing over your nose gently before she boops it.

“i know i tease you about it but we don’t have to keep the promise if you don’t want to” she utters, her hand cradling your cheek as you look up at her, now completely awake.

“of course i want to” you say almost offendedly, leah smiles brighter than you’ve ever seen, kissing your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your mouth. she pulls back to look at you, you looked at her with so much love she could’ve cried.

“come on, my girl has a birthday to celebrate” she winks, kissing your forehead quickly before getting up to run off to the living room.

like you did, it was completely decorated with flowers, balloons, streamers, the whole works. you trudge out into the living room to a very happy looking leah standing in the middle with a small cupcake in her hand with a little candle lit on it.

you smile at her, placing a hand over your heart as you made your way over to her.

“i won’t sing happy birthday because i know you hate it so make a wish, beautiful” your heart soared that she remembered your dislike for the song. you close your eyes and clasp your hands together, smiling contemptly before blowing out the candle.

she lets out a little cheer, smiling as she hands you the cupcake. you look at her slightly confused, “you didn’t get one for yourself?” you look around for another cupcake but the girl only got you one, you pout a little at that and she waves you off.

“i don’t want one, baby, eat it” she ushers you, shoving the cupcake in your face and causing a little frosting to smear on the tip of your nose.

she laughs at your appearance. “do you want some?” you ask her, she swipes her thumb over your nose and licks her finger with a wink. “i’m good” she giggles, you grab the cupcake and squish it on her lips and she squeals in surprise, frosting all over her lips and nose.

“sorry, let me get that for you” you mock, wiping your own thumb over her nose, stepping close to her, she tenses at your proximity, your lips a few centimetres apart.

you look into her eyes for a second and she grins, taking it as confirmation, you kiss her. its frantic, loving and better than the two of you could ever imagine. the cupcake frosting makes you smile against her. she parts your lips almost immediately, asserting her dominance and taking charge immediately.

your tongues move together and you can both taste the frosting. you whine into her mouth when she presses you against her, her hands exploring your waist. she pulls away breathlessly, a little frosting lingering on your lips, you chase her mouth and kiss her lips gently before pulling away and giving them a little wipe with your thumb.

“pretty good cupcake” she breathes out, you both laugh brightly and she pulls you into another sweet kiss. her thumb grazes your jaw and she hums into your mouth, pulling away with a final kiss.

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in present times, you’re both 29, the final part of the promise finally coming into play. you’re both happily about to get married, everyone was extremely excited to see their favourite couple finally get married.

when you both exchange your vows, you smile at each other with all the love you had. when you’re both told to kiss the bride, you hold out your pinky to leah and she takes it immediately while interlocking them, kissing you with a big smile as everyone erupted into cheers.

you both didn’t break your promise, and you’re happy you had it in the first place.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s youuuu!! xx

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sturnioloremarker · 2 months

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Mommy Has a Tattoo

Pairing: Dad!Chris × Fem!Reader

Summary: Chris,Grayson and Y/N gets ready for a fancy event with Matt and Nick but when Y/N puts on her dress,Grayson sees something he never saw before.

Warnings: Tattoos,suggestive,fluff(?)

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8:16 p.m

I sighed as I roamed through my jewelery box,trying to find my diamond earrings,the one that matched Chris's pair.

Just then,Chris came into the room with our 4-year-old son,Grayson,both of them wearing thier suits.

"Hey baby,you almost ready?" Chris asked as he rested our son onto our bed.

"Uh,yeah. Almost." I answered as I watched through my vanity mirror,my finger twidiling with the earrings.

Chris chuckled as he took the earring from my hand as he helped me put it on.

"You look so sexy in this halter back dress baby,might just have to treat you like I did last night,huh?" Chris whispered in my ear as he caressed my spine tattoo before speaking again.

"Put you in the same position and see that beautiful little slutty butterfly on your back." Chris said before turning me by my chin,attaching his lips to my plush ones.

As he pulled away,we heard Grayson gasp loudly behind us.

"What's wrong lovey?" I asked as I watched Grayson's jaw hang agape.

"Mommy has a tattoo!?" Grayson yelled in shock as Chris and I shared a chuckled.

"You didn't know bud?" Chris asked as he walked up to Grayson,picking him up.

"Uh,uh!" Grayson answered,shaking his head rapidly.

As I walked up to them,I heard my phone ring,Nick's contact name popping up on my screen.

"Hello?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear.

"Hey bitch,can you like hurry the fuck up so I can snag a ride with you guys? I wanna punch Matt in the face." He said as I heard Matt yell in the background for him to shut up.

I chuckled as I answered,"Yeah,we'll be right there, Chris and you can switch carseats."

"Great. Now,hurry up or I will stay the fuck home!" He said as he hung up the phone on me.

"Okay,we gotta go before you have to drive everybody to the party." I said as I gave Chris his car keys.

"Wait!" Grayson started,making me Chris stop in our tracks, "Why does Mommy have a tattoo where no-one can see?" The 4-year-old asked,a question that made Chris and I speechless.

"Yeah mommy,why?" Chris asked as he turned his head to the side sarcastically.

Just saying,Chris did not get to see my tattoo that night.

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This was rushed.

Anyways,requests are always open!!

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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hockeybabe · 3 months

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mitchie marny please n thanks 🙏🏼

Photoshoot | M.Marner

Not my gif

Pairings: Mitch Marner x fem!figure skater

Summary: you get an offer to represent leafs merch with Mitch

Warnings: swearing, make out session, fade to black smut, Mitch’s a nice guy

Word count: 612

Note: first off I choose a cute imagine. But I really want to thank you guys for the appreciation on Sneak Away like lots of love. Also major thank you for the 300 followers. Love you all so much.

When you had first got the call to do the shoot, you were over the moon. You’d been living in Toronto for as long as you could remember and living there also meant living so close to a rink to practice for all competitions. To most countries you were another figure skater, but to Canada you were a sensation, very close to Tessa Virtue.

When your coach told you that the leafs wanted to partner with you, you couldn’t help but be excited. So here you were walking down a tunnel following your stylist and a leafs representative. “Okay so Y/N, you’re going to change into these and we’ll see you back in that room.” They told you, handing you a jersey.

It was a regular leafs jersey with the blue being the prominent colour however, this jersey had the All-Star patch on the shoulder. You examined the jersey, looking at the back number, number 16, Marner. Your heart gushed and a blush rose to your cheeks.

You walked out of the change room and headed to the studio for where you’d be taking the photos. “You look great!” Your stylist gushed. “So we’re gonna have you stand there and Mitch over here will be right behind you.” The photographer said, pointing to Mitch who was beside him.

You nod your head, allowing the stylist and photographer to walk away, leaving you alone with Mitch. “Hey, sorry about the late notice. I thought they would’ve told you,” Mitch says nervously while shaking your hand. “Oh, no it’s fine. Makes me feel less nervous.” You say, giving Mitch a bright smile.

“This makes you nervous?” He motions to the photoshoot going on behind him. “Not all the times you perform in front of hundred of people.” You laugh at his exaggeration. “between you and me, the ice is my home. There’s no fear, there is only peace.”

Mitch looks at you with such adoration. All the words you were saying to him about skating are just what he felt when he played hockey. Although no one enjoys losing, he still felt better on ice than walking on concrete.

“Okay, you two lovey eye makers, time to do the shoot!” The photographer shouts. You and Mitch both blush but comply. The photoshoot went on calmly. You felt more comfortable knowing Mitch was in the room and the fact that he was whispering nice things in your ear and some poses being of him holding your waist and you two smiling at each other.

“Last shot. Mitch, I want you to point to y/n’s back while she stands facing you. So her face won’t be in shot.” The guy explains. You turned around to face Mitch to see him already staring at you before posing for the camera. You stared at him during the time and you could see the smirk growing on Mitch’s face.

“That’s it, folks! Good job everyone!” The photographer yelled out, already putting his equipment away. “Well, that’s it.” You say, facing Mitch, fiddling with your hand. “Maybe it can be a bit more.” He says confidently.

A half an hour later, you back at Mitch’s apartment and you back against his door and your lips attached to one another. You moan into Mitch’s mouth as he runs his hands over your body, feeling very curve. “Good, you’re so beautiful.” He groans, looking up and down your body.

“We should probably take this to your bedroom.” You suggest playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. “Yeah, one hundred percent.” He says, trailing kisses from your neck to your lips. “If we make it there.” He mumbles before crashing his lips to yours.

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soggyriceee · 5 months

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Idk how to work tumblr sorry, is this how you do requests? ☠️ IDEK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS IM SORRY. If you are tho could you pls do something along the lines of virgin fem Reader x König where Kö helps yn explore her body and figure out what feels good cuz she has no clue how sex works. PRETTY PLS SORRY IF YOURE BOT TAKING REQUESTS RN LIKE I SAID I HAVE 0 CLUE HOW TO WORK THIS APP TYSM 🫶🫶

let me help you | Konig

summary: request

warnings: oral(f!recieving), fingering, size kink, missionary , after care, lovey dovey Konig and totally no desperate Konig towards the end. like at all. oh and maybe some tummy bulge action

you were a christian, church raised girl. never once had a boyfriend. never went to parties. never kissed a boy. your parents were distraught when you ran away at 18. well, “ran away”. you saved since you were 16 for your own loft in the city and moved away without notice. changed your number and privated all socials. since then, you’ve been living yohr best life. so much so, you even managed to find a boyfriend.

tall man you met randomly at a bus stop coming back from your morning shift. he was going to his night shift. you had dropped your wallet grabbing your phone from your pocket and he saw it, quickly grabbing it and calling out for yoh. “your wallet. it fell back there.” he said, looking down at you.

he had a thick German accent, beautiful eyes and and well kept hair. and of course. he was insanely bigger than you. “thank you.” yoh would blush, quickly grabbing the wallet. not much was said after that, but instead you saw each other every day catching the bus.

finally, after seeing you everyday for a week, he finally went up to you this time for your number. and that following weekend you both were on a date, clicking almost immediately. and it only took him a three weeks to ask you, “can I be your boyfriend?”

you both have been together for 9 months now and it’s been the best 9 months of your life. he was caring, giving and gentle with you. he was your superman whenever you needed him to be. and he showed you the most amount of love you’d ever received.

one of the most important attributes he has is patience. you know Konigs been horny. sometimes you’ll wake up from a nap, hearing Konigs whimpers from the bathroom. it made you feel bad for not giving him sex the first couple months like most couples. but he never pushed you, never made you feel bad for it. “i understand mien herzchen. i’ll wait forever for you.” he comforted you one night when you confronted about your anxiety.

apart of the reason you hadn’t given him yoh was you were scared. scared of the pain, getting pregnant or diseases. you were raised with such a negative view of sex, the city and social media helped in changing your views yes, but you were still concerned of some of those things were true aboht sex.

the second was because yoh knew nothing about pleasuring someone. you didn’t even know how to pleasure yourself. you had tried before of course. but you didn’t know what you were doing. something he felt good, like when you would shift side to side on the couch you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. you’ve felt the warmth in the pit of your stomach before, especially when you’d hear Konig at night or when he kissed you or even looked at you. you’ve gotten soaked before but you had no clue on what you were doing. so how could you pleasure Konig?

but tonight you put your big girl panties on and made your way to the drug store, looking for the pill. the morning after pill. Konig had no idea. he had no idea you’d been looking up things for sex. toys, positions. what usually feels good what usually hurts. you spend the last week studying up on sex and now you were ready.

when you got home, Konig was on the bed, watching whatever was on when you left. “hello libe. was your walk good?” he asked, sitting up with a smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as you placed the bag on the bed. “uhm.. look. inside.” yoh said softly, looking back and forth between him and the flimsy bag.

“did you get me a gift?” he asked, grabbing the bag in his large hands and opening it. his smile fell, a more confused look on his face. when he looked up, you clenched your jaw before speaking. “i uh.. have been looking up these things. i was curious. but now i think i’m ready.” yoh said, clasping your hands in front of you.

for a bit Konig was silent, the bag still in his hands before humming. “are you sure libe.. this isn’t because you feel rushed or or guilty or-“ “no. i swear i-i’m ready.” you nodded.

it was silent for a moment before Konig gave you a smile, reaching over and pulling you into him. he gripped the backs of your thighs, pulling them to plop you on his lap, your legs straddling either side of him. his hands cupped the side of your face, looking at your lips before your eyes.

“i’ll go slow. promise me you’ll tell me if you get uncomfortable. or something doesn’t feel good and what does feel good.” he said, looking into your eyes. your cheeks were blushed but you nodded, giving a quiet “okay”.

he smiled before pulling your face into his, your lips moving slowly against each other. his tongue slid into your mouth, moaning softly into you. it didn’t take long for your pussy to start pounding, the familiar feeling in your stomach coming back. below, you felt the hardness of his dick press against your cunt, earning a small whimper.

he pulled away, going right for your neck. he kissed the soft skin before pressing his tongue flat, sucking your skin gently into his mouth. this earned another whimper from you, this time louder than the first. yoh instinctively put your hand over your mouth, embarrassed.

“no libe move your hand.” he said softly, pulling away from your neck. “did that feel good?” he asked, pulling your hand down from your mouth. you nodded, getting nervous and looking away quickly. “use your words. i need to know for real you liked it.” he smiled. “i-i liked it.” you nodded again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

he smirked and shifted, grabbing your hips. “i’m gonna lay you down. is that okay?” he asked. another ‘yes’. he moved quick, laying yoh on the bed and following after, spreading your legs to lay between them. “may i?” he asked again, tugging the bottom of your shirt. you nodded. he continued this pattern, asking and doing until you were fully naked beneath him.

his breath hitched as his eyes scanned down your naked body. “w-what?” yoh asked, shifting to close your legs and cover your upper half. but he was quick to push your legs back open, eyes meeting yours. “i cant look at you beautiful?” he asked softly, giving you a small smile.

his hands massaged your thighs as he leaned down, pecking your lips before going further down to your neck. this time, he was a bit more rough. you felt his teeth nibble gently at your skin, his tongue running over the spot he but down on. naturally, your hands found his hair and you clung to it. this earned a soft groan from him.

“you like when i bite down on your skin like this libe?” he whispered, his hands moving further and further up your legs. your heart began to pound in your chest and you grew a bit nervous of where Konigs hands were going. and he could tell as soon as your breaths began to pick up.

he stopped his hands and the biting on your neck, lifting his head. “am i going to fast?” he asked, looking down to your eyes. “n-no not at all. you can keep going.” you smiled, grabbing his wrists and moving them. but he obviously was able to halt his wrist easily. “tell me libe. i can go slower. or or talk to yoh more to relax you. anything.” he said, shifting himself.

instead of calmness, anxiety and guilt washed over you. you felt like you were asking of too much. “libe.” he called to you, lifting your chin. “i-i’m just really.. nervous.” you said, “but i trust you. i’ve just.. never done this before.” you finished, looking down to his chest.

he was silent for a moment before speaking again. “tell me what you want me to do.” he said, letting your legs go. “where you want me to touch or feel. we’ll go at your pace.” he said, smiling down at you.

a small smile crept to your face, feeling a bit more relaxed. your heart slowed, but anxiety was still very much an emotion you were tackling. but you were ready for this. and you couldn’t have asked for a better person to do it with.

“i-i wanna know what it’s like to.. to get eaten out.” you said, not daring to look him in his eyes. a chuckle came from above, followed with a “you don’t even have to ask for that one mien libe.”

Konig began to shuffle, moving to lay on his stomach. his hands gripped either of your thighs, an excited smile on his lips. “your skin is so soft..” he said softly, pressing his lips to your skin. he continued this, moving up your inner thighs until he got to your pussy.

he moaned quietly, his bottom lip tugging between his teeth. “and your pussy is so pretty.” he smiled. again, your heart began to pound. “may i try something?” he asked, following with another kiss to your inner thigh. quickly you nodded, the feeling of need beginning to trump the anxiety.

he shifted once more, his arms looping under your thighs. “i’m gonna rub your clit for a bit. is that okay?” he asked gently. you nodded quickly again. “your words libe.” he said, his thumb beginning to dance around your pussy. “yes. please.” you blurted out, barely allowing him to finish his sentence. with a chuckle, he pressed his thumb against your clit.

your hips jerked back slightly, a small gasp leaving your lips. slowly, he moved his thumb against your clit, moaning as your juices coating his thumb. "does my libe feel good when I rub her swollen clit like this?" he cooed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

you on the other hand were speechless, your mouth hung open slightly. your hips bucked up occasionally, your clit throbbing against his thumb. "y-yes I love it." you moaned out, your head falling back on the pillow. but you couldn't rest too long.

"gonna taste you now. cant wait." he groaned before smashing his lips to your pussy, replacing his thumb. naturally, a gasp left your lips as he sucked your clit into his mouth softly. "o-oh my.. God." you whimpered, fingers digging into the mattress.

his tongue pressed flat against your pussy, slowly licking up your slit. when he got to your clit, he moved his tongue in small circles, finally looking up to see your hand slapped over your mouth. so he stopped.

"well that's no fun." he huffed, reaching up to force your hand off your mouth. you knew that yes, making noise during sex was normal and a turn on for most men. but you were worried you'd overdo it and eventually turn Konig off. but nothing about you in this moment, unless it was something drastic, could turn Konig off. "I wanna hear how good im making you feel schatz." he said, smiling up at you before dipping his head right back down.

this time, you felt his tongue slowly slide into your cunt, earning a gasp in response. another new feeling. he moved it in and out slowly, coating as much of his tongue he could in your juices. you whimpered out, your head falling onto the pillow. you tried to keep your hands off from your mouth, so you decided to act upon something you had read previously. gripping his hair.

this was something Konig obviously liked very much because he groaned into your pussy as soon as he felt your hands in his hair. his tongue prodded at your spongy spot earning louder, more desperate moans from you. "k-keep doing.. that. please." you whined, bucking your hips back into his face so his tongue would abuse the same spot.

he chuckled, pulling away from your pussy to spread your lips apart before going right back into your cunt. "how about.. I try something new?" he said into your pussy, kissing your clit before pulling away. you whined at the lost sensation but nodded, only caring in this moment about him eating you out again. "im gonna add a finger. get you ready for me a bit more okay?" he said, maintaining eye contact with you. when you gave him the okay, he slid one finger in slowly, humming at the sound of your pussy.

"your so wet schatz.. I don't know if I can wait any longer to be inside you." he said, watching how shiny his finger got when he slid it back out of you. you watched as his finger disappeared, grunting at the feeling of your walls being stretched. his fingers by far were a lot bigger than yours. and while yes you've managed to figure out you can put your fingers inside, it was way different when it was someone else doing it. someone who had longer, thicker fingers.

what you especially liked was when he moved his finger up and down, hitting the same spot his tongue was a few moments ago. "s-shit Koni." you whimpered, throwing your head back onto the pillow. he moved his finger slowly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. he was entranced by how sloppy your pussy was getting for him. "can I add another libe?" he whispered softly, not even bothering to make eye contact with you. "please." you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as he was already sliding another in.

it was a new feeling, being stretched out. having something.. well inside you. it was uncomfortable at first, but he talked you through all of it. "that's it libe, taking my fingers so good aren't you?" he cooed, kissing your thighs as he moved his fingers in and out of you a bit faster. you nodded quickly, your toes curling around the sheets. "c-can you go faster?" you choked out, lifting your head to meet his eyes. he smiled, pressing one last kiss to your thighs. "anything for you libe."

his fingers moved slightly faster, finger tips digging deeper into you. your mouth fell ajar, feeling your lower stomach begin to turn. "fuck libe you're clenching around my fingers. are you close?" he asked, shifting to move closer up to your face. you assumed yes. you felt something very new in the pit of your stomach. and whatever it was was approaching fast. so you nodded your head quickly, your ands finding his forearms to grip them.

"go ahead then libe cum around my fingers. you can do it." he whispered, leaning down to your bare chest. he caught a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. the double stimulation pushed you towards the edge. but you got nervous. was this actually what an orgasm was supposed to feel like? "K-Konig it feels weird." you whined out almost inaudibly, trying to push away his arm. he released your nipple with a pop, looking into your eyes. "its okay libe just let it go. I got you." he said gently.

his finger went back to abusing your spongy spot and that alone was enough to finally push you over the edge. "o-oh God~" you whined out as your legs began to shake, your hands grasping onto his arm tighter. "thats it libe let it go.. let it all go." he cooed, watching as his fingers coated white with your cum.

your stomach was doing somersaults, your cunt spaziming around his fingers as they moved slower and slower. your chest rose and fell rapidly, your eyes fluttering closed. as soon as you began to realize how loud you just were, your cheeks turned a bright red.

"what?" he asked, picking up on your silence. his fingers finally slid out of your cunt, the feeling of emptiness taking over you. "I am.. embarrassed. I was so loud.." you admitted, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. as you did so, you heard Konig shuffling above you, his pants dropping to the floor.

"well..", he stripped the pillow away from you, meeting you with a bright smile, "you only gonna louder libe."

he tossed the pillow to the side before grabbing your under thighs, moving you closer into him. you shuffled to sit up, propping yourself on your elbows. "oh.." you accidentally said aloud. you had finally taken in his size, realizing how big he was. and it intimidated you. but he picked up on that very quickly.

"it will hurt just for a bit. like getting a shot." he said, leaning to press kiss to your forehead. "I promise it is gonna feel good." he said. you trusted him obviously. he was the one with experience after all. so you nodded and laid back down, swallowing the lump in your throat.

you felt him moving the tip of him up and dow, soft grunts coming from him. "you hear how wet you are for me libe? I think your ready." he said, smiling down to you. you felt ready. more horny than you were nervous. "please." you said softly, bucking your hips up once more.

König huffed, gripping your thighs to pull you closer to him. "take my hand, squeeze as hard as you want. and tell me if you wanna stop at any point. okay?" he said, sliding his fingers between yours. you nodded, gripping his hand. "your word, maus." he said again. "yes.. I promise."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering a soft "I love you" before taking his other hand, gripping his base and pressing it against your hole. "ill push in just a bit.. and then when you get used to the feeling ill move more." he said, looking dow at your cunt.

slowly, he pushed inside of you, his mouth falling ope slightly as a soft breath came from him. your eyes squeezed shut, finger nail digging into his knuckles. he was right, it hurt. horribly. and it was only the tip.

he kept to his word, stopping once the tip was in. "h..how do you feel?" he asked, looking at your tensed body. but all you could do was give him a small nod, trying to get used to the feeling of you being stretched out. "take as much time as you need." he said softly, kissing your cheek, moving down to your neck.

his other hand moved to your breast, trying to get your mind off the feeling of his length inside you. and it helped. your body relaxed slowly, your nails removing themselves from your boyfriends skin. "can I go a bit more?" he asked. you gave him a yes, opening your eyes. you looked down, trying to see how much left he had to push in.

he slid out his tip before pushing back into you, stopping as soon as your nails dug into him. he kept doing this, kissing you through it all, praising you and telling you how good you were doing for him. how pretty you looked. and when he was finally all the way in, you were already worn out.

"dont tap out now libe.." he chuckled, as his pelvis pushed against yours, bottoming out inside you. his knuckles were marked up with your nails, your own knuckles sore and white from how tight you were clutching to him. "its... a lot." you whimpered, looking down to see all of him had disappeared inside you. his face turned a bright red, a small chuckle leaving him. "well thank you.. are you okay if I start moving?" he asked, his hand still in yours. and when you gave him a small yes, he pulled out slightly before pushing himself back in.

your head laid back on the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut as you got used to the feeling. he moved slow, watching your body to make sure you were okay. your fingers dug into his knuckles again, but this time in a sense of pleasure. small whimpers slipped past you as he pulled out more, pushing back into you.

"talk to me libe.. how are you.. feeling." Konig asked, his eyes trailing from yours to where your bodies connected. he wasn't going any faster, though he wanted so desperately to pound into you. your cunt wrapped around him tightly, sucking him back in with each thrust. "g-good.. can you go faster?" you asked, followed by a soft whimper. he nodded quickly, his free hand finding your hip as he moved his hips faster against yours.

your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure taking over your lower half. your whimpers grew louder and out of embarrassment, your own free hand slapped over your mouth again. but Konig grunted, taking that hand in his other. "what did I say libe? I want to hear you." he demanded, his eyes locking to yours. you hadn't realized it, but your cunt clenched around him, finding it sexy how dominant he had suddenly became.

his head fell, going back to watch himself slide in and out of you. "fuck you're so wet.. just for me hm?" he asked, gripping onto your hands. his hips slowly picked up, deep moans coming from him. he loved watching how shiny his cock was as it slid out of you, listening to it talk back to him as he pushed back inside. the sound of your slick making him throb inside of you. the sound of his balls slapping against your lower arse.

his tip began to abuse right at your womb, causing you to cry out in a mix of pleasure but also pain. so his hips slowed down as he panted above you. "sorry libe.. your pussy is just so fucking wet." he chuckled, finding a small pleasure in your pained face.

his hips continued, slowing making sure to control himself. he let go of one of your hands, sliding it down your body to your puffy clit, rubbing it to match his thrust. your body reacted well to that, hips subconsciously bucking up. he chuckled, watching as your body squirmed beneath him. "feels good?" he asked, moving his eyes down to your cunt.

he doesn't know how he hadn't realized it before, but your lower half had a small bulge every time he pushed back into you. he hadn't even realized you responded to his question, his eyes locked onto how his cock filled you up, almost too much. "oh libe.." he whimpered softly, his hips again moving quicker against yours.

he couldnt help it, you were so sexy to him. he was fighting the urge to completely fuck you senseless, fighting the urge to grip your throat and fuck into you deeper, pushing your legs up to your head and hearing you cry out to him about how it was too much.

you had realized how his hips moved quicker, but it felt more pleasurable than it hurt this time. "f-feels so good Koni." you whimpered, your free hand gripping the sheets beside you. for some reason, the nickname made him more desperate for you, a whimper slipping past his lips. "fuck maus" he groaned, feeling himself already getting close.

he looked up at you, watching as your boobs bounced up and down with each of his thrusts. everything about you, your face, body whimpers was all too much for him. he was growing so desperate for you. it was a new feeling for him. of course he'd had sex before. it was an obvious fact he stated when you both began to get a bit more serious. but, the wait for this to happen, the tension and small discussions leading up to this made it so much better for not only him. but for you as well.

he was so lost in his own pleasure he hadn't felt his dick twitching inside you, the lot in his lower stomach forming quickly. it didn't help how your pussy gushed and spasmed around him, his own pelvis slowly becoming wet with your slick. "m-maus I wanna fill you.. up. you gonna let me fill this pussy up?" he panted, one of his hands gripping your chin to force you to look up at him.

"y-yes please.. please Koni." you whimpered, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. inside you, his cock twitched again, a breathy whimper leaving his lips. "fuck y-your gonna drive me crazy." he groaned, his head dropping to your neck.

his tip continued its abuse on your womb, your legs shaking on either side of him as that familiar knot came back. your nails dug into his shoulders now, crying out for him as that pleasure grew closer and closer. "cum with me libe. fuck I wanna f-feel you pulse around m-me." he moaned, pulling your lower half closer up into him.

your eyes crossed, jaw gone slack. the words, praises and soft 'I love you's' were so quiet compared to how loud you were being for him. and he fucking loved it. "I-im cumming libe.. o-oh fuck" his head lifted from your neck, eyes immediately going to your rolled back ones. your face alone made him shoot into you, your pussy pulsing around his already sensitive cock.

"I-it's gonna come... Konig~" you cried out as your legs violently shook beside him. his thumb moved quick to your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm as he breathed heavily above you, watching your body tremble for him. "s-such a good.. good girl. just for me." he breathed out softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

slowly, he pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum and yours drip from you and onto the sheets. if he wasn't so worn out, and it wasn't your first time, he'd slip his cock right back into you, collecting all the cum to push right back into you. so instead, he looked up at you to see your eyes already shut closed, your breathing soft and slow.

a small smile came to his face, taking your limp arm and pressing a kiss to your hand. "libe.. come on. at least go pee first. ill clean up the mess." he said, shaking you softly. but of course, you hadn't woken up fully. so for the rest of that night Konig did everything for you and when you were finally cleaned up fully, he would watch you as your eyes closed for the last time.

yay another request out.

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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Am I the asshole for breaking up with my kind-of girlfriend to have a chance with my childhood sweetheart?

So I (25 bisexual M) was with my childhood sweetheart, X, (25 gay M) for about ten years, so 14-24 years old. X was a massive part of my life and we always used to say that we’d be together forever and everything, and that we’d get married someday.

Around a year ago X got offered the job of his dreams, like this would be the pinnacle of his career, and long story short he was adamant that long distance wouldn’t work for us and so we broke up and X left.

I went through a depressive episode and had some issues with alcohol but ultimately I recovered and that was mainly thanks to a girl that I’ve known since childhood as well, I’ll call her A (24F). There was an instance when X and I decided to explore our sexualities while still dating at around 16 and I slept with A as an experiment (I’m aware this was a shitty thing to do but I was 16 and wasn’t thinking). She’s also wedding-obsessed and wants to get married asap so she can have kids. So A and I dated casually for a bit after my recovery and throughout I made it clear to her that X was still my priority and that if he came back I would leave her for him. She wasn’t happy about this but dated me anyway.

After about six months I decided I wanted to commit to A and I proposed to her, promising that even if X returned I would never cheat on her because she’d be my wife. She said no because she’d still be “emotionally second place” and told me that another friend of hers had offered to marry her, and that they’d been flirting for a bit. She confessed that she’d initially done it to make me jealous (because I HATE this guy, we have history of fights and homophobia towards me and X and just a lot of drama) but she’d slowly fallen for him. A left me for him and they got married.

I dated a bit, etc etc, then one night I got a message from X that fucked me up, not even really saying anything but it just reminded me. I drank, even though I’d been clean for months, and I called A and one thing led to another and we had sex. (A is still married by the way, her husband had no clue.)

She realises she’s pregnant just over a month later and we have a discussion and she tells me she’s always wanted me and she’s deciding to leave her husband for me. It’s all lovey dovey and seems a bit naive and not very well thought out but hey I might get a wife out of it.

Couple of weeks later when A has just started to discuss divorce with her lawyer (but not mentioned it to her husband), X comes back, and I tell A that our plans are off. Even if I can’t be with X again, I realised that I feel like triple what I feel for A when I look at X. It’s just not fair to her. She has a husband and a stable family to raise the kid, and I’ll help as much as she’ll let me, but I can’t be with her. We had a screaming argument and she called me an asshole, so… what do you think??

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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vinecradle · 1 year

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into you - oh, baby, look what you started

pairing :: scaramouche x gn!reader

summary :: being a rising solo artist, you've gotten lots of support from fans. but you decided that you needed a very well needed break, what if one day your friends are suspicious and curious since you've mentioned that you have a boyfriend? it is now their mission to find out who your boyfriend is.

genre :: modern setting, artist!au, social media au, established relationship, secret relationship

warnings :: tiny angst, mentions of alcohol, cursing, they/them prns but afab reader

status :: on hold until i finish omg & ditto

official playlist :: is linked here!

notes :: published 12 march 2023, taglist is open! send an ask or comment preferably to be added to my permanent/this taglist only

profiles :: 3lectro + yn | 5wirl + scara

teaser :: is linked here !

ACT I - im so into you, i can barely breathe

01. can i stop?

02. peace and quiet

03. cant be around

04. chocolate hazelnut latte

05. time of my life (✿)

06. finally a meeting

07. love, love, and affection (✿)

08. where were you?

ACT II - a little bit scandalous

09. cant believe this

10. my bestie fr

11. jerald, who the fuck is it

12. mission A starts now (✿)

13. meet me behind the mall

14. stop screaming your lungs out (✿)

15. thank goodness

16. finally

ACT III - but baby, dont let them see it

17. caught in 4k! (✿)

18. wanted to go public

19. refreshed

20. mission B up ahead

21. worth 6 days?

22. we're exposed! (✿)

23. i can be a better boyfriend than him.

24. tell me what you came here for (✿)

ACT IIII - a little less conversation

25. got an earful

26. the support of teyvat en! (✿)

27. another day, another date

28. stop being so lovey-dovey (✿)

29. disfuckingpatch

30. what the fuck?

31. deserved (✿)

32. obvious hints

ACT V - cause im so into you, into you, into you

33. couple of the damn industry

34. collab with the bf! (✿)

35. the awards show

-> bonus! my first and last (✿)

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #wanderer x reader #wanderer #into you vinecradle smau #vinecradle #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader smau #genshin modern au

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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begin again - charles leclerc

a/n: such a long wait but if you’re new, check out the first part to this drabble right here!

taglist: @svechyaho @squderia @idkiwantchocolatee @koufaxx @melonunicornbby @myescapefromthislife @leclerclvr @slut-era @pachiibatt @nicolesainz @estevries @sidcrosbyspuck @barzysreputation @uhhevie @verclercswiftie @mick2mercedes @mehrmonga @frenchgirlsblog @idontknowwhoshereither

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Charles stared at the picture that still hung on his wall – one where you were kissing his cheek while he had the biggest smile on his face from winning the Italian Grand Prix in 2019. He knew for a fact that he was the one at fault, he treated you like complete shit and stood you up countless times by the end of your relationship.

“You know you’re staring at the picture again.”

Rolling his eyes with a scoff, Charles averted his eyes from the picture and looked at his older brother, “Tais-toi, Lorenzo.” Shut up, Lorenzo.

“I’m not the one who’s going to shut up from what I’m about to hear,” The eldest Leclerc snickered, leaning against the doorframe, “Maman invited her over for Arthur’s birthday dinner today.”

“Today…Y/N is coming over, today,” Charles trailed off, mumbling to himself, “How long have you known about this?”

“Maybe a month or two,” He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye before walking off, “Don’t forget to stop making those lovey dovey eyes at her later!”

Groaning in response, Charles dragged himself to the closet and stood there to figure out what was he supposed to wear for tonight. Why does he even bother? You wanted nothing to do with him – or maybe that’s what he assumed since that fateful day half a year ago.

“Maman!” Charles called out, pulling the shirt over his head and walking down the stairs, but freezing in place as soon as he sees you sitting beside his mother, “Where’s Lor- Y/N.”

Looking at Charles standing in his place at the staircase, you smiled softly and gave him a small wave, “Hi, Charles. It’s been a while.”

Pascale patted your back softly and stood up, walking over to Charles and whispering, “Don’t mess it up. You’re welcome.”

Charles chuckled softly and bit the inside of his cheek, walking over to where you sat and took a seat in the couch across you, “How have you been?”

“A lot better actually, you know from…what went down between us,” You casually replied, a hint of bitterness from the words escaping your mouth, “But, no hard feelings.”

“I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you,” Charles blurted out, mentally scolding himself for possibly opening up healed wounds, “There isn’t any excuse. I was an asshole and that’s it.”

Humming in response, you drummed your fingers on your lap, “I probably caused you pain as much as you did to me, so I’m sorry if I did hurt you in anyway during our run.”

“I did come to our spot that day,” He stated, looking up to meet your eyes, “I was just really late.”

“Charles…” You sighed, pulling the sleeves of your jacket down to cover the bracelet wrapped around your wrist, “You don’t have to explain it. What’s done is done.”

“I don’t want our story to be done, Y/N,” Charles chuckled softly to himself, feeling foolish for trying to open a book that was shut close, “You probably moved on, it’s nearly been a year, but I haven’t.”

Shaking your head with a sigh, you stood up and made your way to the front door, “Wish Arthur a happy birthday for me.”

“Y/N, please, just hear me out,” Charles asserted, following you and reaching out for your arm, “I don’t want to let you go this time around.”

“This time around?” You replied bitterly, frowning from how your heart responded differently, “It won’t end well, Charles.”

Charles caught sight of the bracelet that he gave you for your birthday the other year. It was definitely that one from the way the letter ‘C’ and the number ‘16’ hung from it.

“I know that there are still feelings lingering,” He retorted, gesturing towards the bracelet, which caused you to pull your sleeve down further, “I’m not asking you to trust me right away. I just want to win you back.”

You were certain the universe was playing tricks on you from the way the rain started pouring – just like the day when Charles messed everything up. It was as if your body went on full autopilot, running out the Leclerc’s household and into the rain, trying to catch a taxi.

“Y/N!” Charles called out, running after you and getting drenched by the pouring rain, “You’re going to get sick!”

You shook your head, turning around as you walked backwards, “I already am! I’m sick of this shit act you put up, Charles!”

“I’m not putting up a shit show, Y/N! I meant every word I said!” He exclaimed, closing the distance between you two and holding the jacket over your heads, “Please. I still love you.”

You looked in Charles’ eyes, a sudden montage flashing in your brain of countless nights of you crying from what happened between you, sulking whenever you heard your song on the radio, or even feeling your heart skip a beat when you heard his name achieving great things in the world of motorsport.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever missed anyone or anything as much as I missed you. Every day I regret letting go of the greatest thing I’ve had in my life,” Charles explained, voice shaking from the cold breeze of the rain, “I want you by my side. Through my victories and my downfalls, even ordinary days like grocery shopping or going to our spot. You’re my endgame, Y/N.”

It didn’t take a fool to miss the way your eyes were watering from his confession. You rolled your eyes playfully and crossed your arms, “Swear on your future WDCs that you won’t fuck it up again?”

“Cross my heart, Y/N,” He replied, crossing his heart with his finger and a glint of hope shimmering in his eyes, “I’ll spend every single day making it up to you.”

Charles dropped the jacket to the ground and held your face gently in his hands, slowly leaning in and whispering, “Can I…kiss you?”

As you felt your breathing pick up its pace, you took a quick glance to his lips and nodded slowly, “You can.”

Closing your eyes, Charles kissed you softly while his thumbs rubbed your cheeks as the rain continued to pour. You laughed softly to yourself, causing Charles to pull away and lean his forehead against yours, “I’ll never let you go this time.”

“You better keep up with your word, Leclerc,” You mumbled, nudging his nose with yours before kissing him briefly, “To be fair, I never stopped loving you.”

In that moment, Charles knew for a fact that after weeks of feeling like the same day repeated itself, tomorrow finally came and he got to begin again with who he deemed as his greatest love.

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moonswolfie · 7 months

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Helloo love your work and i have a request for oikawa + 16 from your event..Thank you very much and your doing amazing 😄🤍

Oikawa x gn!reader

Ahhh you're all so sweet!!

oh one can only dream about being married to THE oikawa tooru (means he's stuck with his biggest bully forever 😈 /hj)

It still felt a bit strange to him that you're married now. The wedding was just last week and it feels like nothing has changed and yet everything feels different.

The way you smile at him, the way you hug him, every time you open your mouth to grace him with your words, with your voice feels... more special.

Now that doesn't mean that those things didn't feel special before, of course not. He just has lovey dovey romantic feelings fresh in his mind right now and the fact that you promised to stay by his side for the rest of your life makes those feelings even stronger.

He's been catching himself staring at your lips for far longer than he should be for the past few days. And he's not the only one who noticed.

"Tooru, just kiss me if you want to. You've been eyeing my lips for the entire day." you teased him with a smile on your face.

"Wha- No, I haven't!" he quickly defended himself, even though he knew that was a lie.

"Just because we aren't at the Bahamas yet doesn't mean you can't kiss me." you stepped closer to him, still smiling.

Oh, right, the honeymoon in the Bahamas is happening next month. He nearly forgot about all that while planning the perfect wedding for the two of you. (Something about sticking it to Kageyama by having a wedding more perfect than his.)

All the stress was worth it, in his opinion.

The way you're smiling and leaning close to him reminds him of your kiss at the wedding, that memory still freshly burned in his mind. And he has a feeling he won't forget it anytime soon.

You gently pecked his lips before turning around.

"That's all I get?" he asked, slightly offended. Come on, he's your husband. He deserves way more than a peck.

"Hehehe, then why don't you come and get more yourself?" you teased playfully, running off.

"Oh, you're gonna regret this..." he replied in a teasing tone and running off after you.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#x reader #haikyu!!#oikawa tooru x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x you #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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yanderehsr · 6 months

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Hii! How r u? How was ur dai? About the oc thing...Could I prety please with cherry on top get a platonic platonic Furina, Ei, Nahidaand Venti with a reader that is like a elf? Idk, how to explain it, so I am gonna add a picture to how I wiev it:

Her name is Eclipsa and has white hair and pointy ears(ofc since she is an elf). And I dont mean like Santa's elfs, I mean the ones from greek and romanian mytology.

About the bakstory: Lets just say that she is the daughter of The Heavenly Principels(lets just call her THP bc I am lazy) (ik it sounds cringe but hear me out😭) and since THP was not all the lovey dovey tipe and probably VERY bad with children (maybe even hate them idk, I really cant see her motherly) she just decided to throe her to Tyvat into the care of the archons untill she was old enough (16 years old) to come to Celestia (bacically be mature since she doesnt want a cryng baby around). Eclipsa is growing, just like Klee slower (there is a theorh that says that Klee is 80 but is also 8 bc she is growing 10 times slower than normal) and everu 100 it adds 1 year rlto her age. Now, lets say that when she was 10(1000) she overheared somebody say that the archons dont actually like her (like parental figures ofc) and that they probably just cang get rid of her. She actually belivd them like a dumb child that she is and ran away (opened a portal to another world and dissapeared without anybody's knoladge). Now, lets just say for the sake of this au to make it more interesting (maybe more cringe but I am having fun ok?😭) that the disaster from Khaenri'ah happened bc the person occ heared it was a khaenriah'n and THP since finding this out was like "OH HELL NAHH" and this iz the reason they destroyd Khaenria'h. THP gave the archons untill Eclipsa was to turn 16 to find her. Well, now, at 15, she randomply (and awkwardly) came back. (Maybe she finally got into her head the ideea of checking Irmansole to see if the archons truly hated her and surprise surprise, ints not true). Now, imagine the characters meeting Occ in their nation. For Venti- at windrise, for Ei in the city (near the statue), for Nahida just at the spirit tree (maybe one of her little friends passed that message for her) and for Furina(back when she was still an archon) she was told from Neuvillette that he sensed Occ's presence(lets just say that higher ups are aware of Eclipsa's existance, including Furina. Perhaps she has read about Oc in one of the books she read to find a solution to Fontaine's profecy).

Also, I imagine ooc to look like this when she was little(I just love this fanart sm😭):

(One thing to note is that none of theres fanarts are mine, and idk who they are from to credit them. Also te line I made was bc there was some writting on that picture and I didnt want it to be out of the context:>)

About personalit I see her as somebody who is quite the drama queen and loves attention 24/7. She loves pulling pranks all the time and also like annoyng people, but in a joking way. Hoever I see her as somebody who has her moments of understanding and is quite the menance to societity(pretty mhch like how Klee is). About her powers, she is developing since young THP's powers but since she is not even 18, its definetly not as affective.

Anyways, I know it might be a weird request or cringe, and maybe I wrote too much, or gave too little information. Also, I am VERY sorry if you cant undrtstand this request, english is not my first language and I pretty much have dyslexia(not bad one tough, I am still working on correcting mynself :D) and I tried to make sure I made as little mistakes as posible but its hard to spot them when its a big paragraphe, uk? therfor you are always free to ignore thiz request, hopw you have a nice day and good luck writting so many requests. Also, congrats on 1k followrs!! :D

...Did I just read an entire fanfiction XD, I will gladly write this, and thanks for the congrats😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Furina: She knows almost nothing about her, Neuvillette doesn't seem to remember anything about her and there are no books about it, hell the only reason she knows about Eclipsa is because Focalors thought of it as important that she knew about The Heavenly Principles daughter if she was going to act as an archon.

Furina's first meeting with Eclipsa is when Neuvillette is showing her around, it was instant love... not the romantic kind, the platonic kind, Eclipsa looked like a doll, so perfect to dress up, so perfect to have around, Furina feels lonely and Eclipsa makes her feel whole again, so she takes what she wants.

Furina dislikes The Heavenly Principles, she would be happy if she was hated by them, her performance is over either way, the profecy is fullfilled, is it really so wrong of her to be selfish... you will see Furina run around Fontaine with Eclipse causing havoc, as long as she is with her she doesn't feel lonely, and now she never will

"Y-you aren't leaving me right, right... ANSWER ME PLEASE... I'm sorry for yelling, I just don't wanna lose a friend so dear, you can understand, right?"

Raiden Ei: The day Eclipsa dissapeared was the day her sister died... not only did she lose her very own sister, she also lost someone she practically viewed as a daughter, she had never felt such horrible pain before, so she shut herself away as to not feel it again.

So many years spent in isolation, all Ei could think about was her sister and Eclipsa, she swore if she could just get them back, she would protect them both with her life, she just wants things to go back to normal, like it used to be.

So many years had passed that Ei nearly didn't recognize Eclipsa, she had so many questions for her, but she didn't say a single one... screw The heavenly Principles, she was going to protect her as best she could, Eclipsa don't even get a chance to talk before she was shut inside the plane of Euthymia.

"So long, you have been away for 500 long years... but that's okay, you're here now, I'll make sure you not come to harm like what happened to Makoto"

Nahida: She doesn't have much knowledge of Eclipsa, she isn't recorded in the Irminsul, all the knowledge Nahida has of her is what her predecessor left for her she didn't forget, she is confused why Eclipsa isn't around... did she dissapear or worse, did she die?

Nahida is confussed when she feels Eclipsa's precence by the Irminsul, it feels familiar but she can't figure out why, of course like the curious 500 year old child she is, she went to figure out what caused such familiarity... Nahida knew who it was the second she laid eyes on her, this is who she is supposed to protect like the Greater Lord she once did.

Nahida asks a lot of questions, why is she here? Why was she gone? Eclipsa is now her favorite subject to learn about, Nahida takes up some kind of little sister role to stay close with her, she needs to know everything, feed her ever-growing curiosity, maybe one day she will introduce Eclipsa to the Wanderer... but that can be later, Nahida wants to be selfish for a bit longer.

"Curious, you being here fills me with a feeling like... like a hole, you fall down it everyday and it just feels so annoying, then suddenly someone has covered it up and I don't feel annoyance anymore... You need to stay with me for a bit longer, I need to figure out why"

Venti: He isn't all that interested in following The Heavenly Principles orders, but he still did as to not occur her wrath... he did not expect to take care of a child, he wasn't the best, he got constantly drunk, never took anything serious, except for protecting Eclipsa from any danger.

It was no surprise that Venti felt such fear and despair when Eclipsa dissapeared, he had lost yet another loved one... why does he still care, it always happens anyways, no relation lasts forever, no matter how much he tries to drown the memory of her in even more alcohol, it doesn't work

That's when Venti notices her precence, after 500 long painful years, is she finally back? Is this his second chance. He meets Eclipsa at windrise, she look just as well as when she dissapeared... He doesn't care what The Heavenly Principles thinks or wants, he will keep Ecilpsa safe and away from her, He will keep that smile on her no matter what.

"It sure has been a while hasn't it, soooo how have you been, hope you missed me for I have missed you"

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könig x fem!reader : sniper hood

before we start thank you thank you thank you for the likes on my previous oneshot and also huge thanks to the people that followed me !! i’m so glad people are reading my stupid things. and i’m trying to follow back everyone that likes <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

guys, this oneshot turned out gross. really. i was thinking about putting this in dead dove do not eat, so keep that in mind please.

anyways -> 3rd person pov and english isn’t my first language! tw !!! sexism, blood, war, beating, guns, death, detailed, gore-y and graphic description of wounds and basically anything nasty related to stuff like that. 16+ recommended. it’s probably going to be a little angsty but not sure just yet, i’m still experimenting with detailed descriptions of human feelings — i hope i’m doing an okay job!

also! if you feel like könig is your lovey dovey pookie wookie baby boy then this oneshot might disappoint! don’t read it then! i’m sorry :(

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the screams of a woman are nothing to be scared of. those rough, high-pitched sounds are always filled with pure attention-seeking and they make a man’s ears ache. it’s funny how they all think that their voice will make the other gender pity them.

it’s always disappointing to see a woman’s body laying on the battlefield — not really because people feel bad that such a gentle body had to suffer through whatever happened, but because their team totally wasted an empty slot on someone as frail as a female. they could have brought womeone who was physically and mentally stronger, someone who had more muscle on and someone that could have fought back against whoever broke their nose with a single, well-targeted slap. the blood smeared across a woman’s face was nothing but red lipstick.

why would someone be mad upon hearing these things? they are just facts, a woman could never and will never overpower a man. they might have one or two nice shots, that’s okay, but they will never be able to stomp on anyone’s face in way that will immediately break their neck. if anything, the solider under their boots will probably just pray to whatever god there is for the woman to accidentally slip and land right on them. that way they would be on the best possible road to taking advantage of them.

she always thought these statements were all wrong and that girls could dominate the military just like men do. she wore t-shirts with camouflage prints on them ever since she knew what the army was. she always played with little plastic guns instead of barbies and ponies (however she liked them, she just never wanted to show anyone her other interests in case they would stop taking her seriously!), it was all one huge picture that was basically being painted ever since she was born. every thing she did before joining the military was just one little stroke on the canvas — and when she finally wore the uniform for the first time, it was like color was added to the masterpiece.

the first time she held a real gun in her hand was when the dominant color became brown — brown, because they always had to crawl and lay in mud, dark green because they were often commanded to hide in bushes with weird leaf-like mats and blankets on top of their heads, and beige because of how dusty of a color it was. the walls at the base were painted beige, the floors were made out of some kind of cheap beige colored plastic-y material and the sand that flew into their eyes, noses and mouths oh so carelessly was also similar in color to the others.

she was convinced that a female could be just as good as a man , she was a 100% sure that she could fulfill every single duty of a man when deployed. she knew that it would require a lot of work but gosh, she just wanted to finally do what she wanted to ever since she was a little kid. she wanted to prove everyone that bullied her in middle school wrong, she wanted to show her mother that she could do just fine on her own and she wanted to show her father that she was just as good as a son would have been.

those thoughts lingered in her head everytime she was out training or just walking around the base. she’d brush her hands against the cold, hard wall to feel reassured that this was the right path, that she chose the best profession and that she was chasing her dreams right now, in this very moment. it was hard for her to admit that she slowly started to doubt herself whenever she held a gun in her hands. the targets they used in training always became a little more realistic, from a wooden sign to a sand bag, from a potato sack to a bloody gummy copy of a human. she tried not to flinch when the guts under the clear jelly flew everywhere, coating the grass in a reddish color thanks to the colored liquid inside it.

‘it’s food coloring. it’s food coloring. fuck, it’s just..’ she kept repeating in her head as she crouched next to a wall, her gun shaking in her hands. she saw someone lay next to her, it was a teammate, a co-worker, a friend, whatever you want to call it — but it was a dead person. ironically enough, it was yet another woman, she had been shot right in the liver. the puddle under her was becoming bigger and bigger, spreading towards the other woman that simply didn’t know what to do.

she was panicked, feeling her heart beat in her throat once the liquid gently brushed against her dusty boots, cleaning the beige little coating off of it. her breathing was ragged, and if you ask me, i would just call it straight up panting. she could feel cold sweat drip down her temple and she knew she couldn’t lose her sanity in a situation like this, but gosh, it was so bad. the first time she had ever seen anyone die and it was already the real deal — she knew she was weak, she knew she should have never applied for this fucking job, she should have never had the obsession with guns and soliders and the whole fucking army, but.. was she really in the wrong for thinking a girl could do it all?

coldness started spreading along her ribs and her spine as she kept staring at the dead body in front of her. she couldn’t take her eyes off of the piece of wounded, no longer breathing meat that once used to be someone she chatted with. hell, they even sat next to eachother in the cafeteria.

her entire body was trembling and shaking with fear. she tried to focus on something else, but once her hands instinctively raised her gun with the careful move she had done so many times in practice, she immediately had to let it drop down to the floor because of how nauseous she felt holding that rough tool. she felt dirty. she felt like she should have never been associated with any of this shit! regret was the only thing in her mind right now.

and then all of sudden — everything went black.

“don’t leave ya’ fuckin’ guard down, missy. gets you killed, y’know?”

she heard a deep voice that was soaked with ego and a disgusting tint of disgrace towards women in the military. she wished she would have just died that instant because she definitely didn’t need to hear the string of insults and sounds of her own bones breaking and cracking that came next. she felt someone, someone heavy stomp on her chest, and then her nose, and then — gosh, he finally stepped off of her.

“fuck.. yer’ ass still breathin’? warum bist du noch nicht gestorben, hm? dumme schlampe-“

after fighting with many of her aching body parts, her eyes finally shot open. she wanted to keep them closed, she didn’t want to see who the person was above her, but reflexes were a lot stronger than will, and there was nothing she could do against them. her eyes were filled with fear as she saw nothing but a dark shoelace dangling in front of her face, dried mud falling off of it as the man shook his leg lightly.

she felt the weight of her gun on her stomach, yet there was nothing she could do about it. everything hurt, a number of her bones were probably shattered and she felt like she couldn’t even move her pinky finger a little bit. nothing. it was like she was paralyzed.

and she wasn’t far away from reality.

the shoelace was soon out of her sight and all she saw was someone crouching down next to her. the man that stomped on her just a few seconds ago. why was he doing this?

“scheisse..” he mumbled under his breath. “you won’t die like this, this’ll just hurt more than being shot..”

..and that was when she saw him raise his gun and angle it downwards. he aimed it right at her face. his finger twitched on the trigger as he had already destroyed her frail bones, making sure that she will never even come close to walking or moving ever again, yet.. why did he feel so much pity right now? why did he feel like such a shitty person? he had most likely given her spine a few cracks, why hasn’t she died yet?

the guilt probably kicked for könig in because he didn’t see her die immediately. he already messed up when he was too slow with grabbing his gun. it was just for a split second but he saw her fear-filled eyes and her trembling pupils. her cheeks that were stained by dirt now, her pretty, feminine face made ugly and messed up with the muddy and bloody print of his shoe. her nose was crooked and leaking blood, down to the floor — completely mixing together with the spreading puddle of blood that originated from the other woman’s cold body. fuck, this situation was already as bad as it could get.

“fuck, can’t shoot ya’, missy. can’t get myself to.”

he let down his gun in defeat, lowering himself to her level once again. the blurry spheres were finally coming to life as her eyes seemed to focus on whatever huge darkness was leaning down right into her face. she finally realized it was a sniper hood hanging down and not some kind of black crow that came in the sign of afterlife or the gates of hell (because something that’s dirty and pitch black can’t possibly symbolize heaven, right?).

“jeez, you look horrible. fucked ya’ pretty face up so bad. scheisse.. didn’t anyone tell you to get the fuck outta’ military the second you joined?”

she wanted to say something. she wanted to scream, she wanted to open her mouth and give voice to every single one of her fears and frustrations but she simply couldn’t. the only hope she had was that the lunch she had earlier would just stop threatening her body already and finally come up through her mouth — as bad as it sounded, she just begged for some kind of inner force to make her vomit and finally get his face dirty with something that was even more disgusting than blood.

könig quickly acted without thinking. he basically ripped the sniper shood off of his head and rushed to hide her bloody face with it. it was a pathetic excuse of a sniper hood anyway. it was an old, ragged shirt — bleached around the eye holes for that extra intimidating look, you know? but the way the fabric was too big on her head made it look like the eye holes were lining up with her chapped and shaking lips. just as he intended it to be.

“yeah, like that.”

he quickly glanced over to the other body that was laying on the floor, he was convinced that it was already cold (which was right) so he didn’t even really bother trying to do anything with that. he wasn’t fazed by the sight of that dead woman at all. instead, he quickly scooped the girl he just gave his sniper hood up into his arms and began running towards his base, her gun left behind them on the floor, soaking in the puddle of mixed blood.

as könig held her body close to himself while rushing with her in his arms, he quickly reached up to rip the velcro strips that signaled her team off of her uniform and vest. he desperately reached down to rip the austria flag off of his body and place it on her shoulder instead.

and now he finally felt the chills through his spine and ribs the same way she did before he had attacked her — starting from this moment, he was a target of his very own squad.

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gosh! not proud of this. the writing is okay i’d say (i got to use some of my german knowledge ehehe) but it’s disgusting. i hope i didn’t traumatize anyone! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

please let me know what i should write about next!

good night!

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bwabys-scenarios · 9 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 15

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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They rode by airship for a day, before switching to riding by train.

(Name) stretched as they excited the airship, now wearing a soft blue sweater with a drop shoulder and bishop sleeves, along with a white, pleated skirt. One of her legs had a knitted white and blue thigh high, the other covered in her white cast.

“That flight was so relaxing!” Leorio said, pulling (Name)’s suitcase behind him.

“Well this time we were in first class, not like when we flew during the exam.” Kurapika said, watching (Name) and Gon with a small smile.

“What are we going to do now?” Gon asked as he trailed behind (Name), holding onto her sweater so he wouldn’t get lost on the crowd.

“Now, we need to find a train.” (Name) said, giggling when Gon jumped in excitement.

(Name) followed behind the two, occasionally being helped up steps by Kurapika or Leorio.

Gon opened the door to their first class room, the group gasping.

“So this what a first class cabin looks like!”

Gon jumped onto the red couch. “Oh this is great, it’s so soft!”

He began sinking, Kurapika walking over. “What’s the matter, Gon?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of this thing.”

“You’re injured, so you should be taking it easy.” He turned to look at (Name). “You too, sunshine. Go ahead and rest.”

She sighed, plopping down on the couch next to Kurapika.

“I was hoping we could go and explore the train together!”

(Name) blinked as she began sinking into the plush couch, hearing Kurapika gasp beside her.

“Are you kidding? What makes you think I wanna do that? You always try to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong, no thanks.”

“So what am I supposed to do then?”

“Why don’t you ask Kurapika or (Name)? Maybe they’ll go with you.”

“Hmm… well Kurapika, (Name), what the-“

(Name) had fallen sideways, pretty much all up in Kurapika’s lap. Her upper half rested between his legs, and when he pulled them up to try and hide himself he kneed her in the face.

“Ouch!”

“Ahh, (Name), I’m so sorry!”

Gon sighed. “Yeah, never mind.”

Kurapika hovered around (Name) as Leorio held her face. “You’re fine, there won’t even be a bruise.”

The blonde sighed in relief, sitting next to her again. “I’m so sorry, (Name). I didn’t mean to, I-“

She shushed him with a finger to his lips. “I already told you, it’s okay. It was accident, you didn’t mean to.”

He pursed his lips, before realizing it looked like he was kissing her finger. She giggled, pulling away.

“… it still hurt you though, and I’m sorry for that.”

He leaned down and pulled her into a hug. “I want to protect you, always be there for you.”

She patted his back. “Thank you, Pika. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

The blonde sighed against her shoulder. “You’re too kind, (Name). Thank you for putting your trust in me, you won’t regret it.”

They pulled away from each other, Leorio stepping between them. “Okay, (Name), it’s time for your medicine. You can get all lovey dovey with each other after.”

“Lovey dovey!?” Kurapika exclaimed, face going red. (Name) glanced at the blonde before her face also heated up.

She took her medicine before sitting back down. “Oh, it’s a pretty high dose… meh, you should be okay. You’ll just be a little…”

“High?”

“Yeah.”

It took only 10 minutes for the medicine to take effect. “Leorio… my head feels funny…”

She started to sway, before Kurapika laid her down. “Hey, you should lie down before you hit your head.”

The girl whined, grabbing his tabard and pulling him into his arms. “Pikaaa! Don’t wanna!”

He attempted to break free of her grasp, but couldn’t without hurting her. ‘Looks like I’m stuck here.’

But really, lying next to her as she cuddled into him, occasionally feeling her lips brush against his cheek wasn’t… awful.

In fact Kurapika was enjoying himself quite a bit. She was in his arms, gently holding onto him like he was something precious to her. He found himself returning her cuddles, nuzzling into her shoulder.

The girl eventually fell asleep, keeping a tight hold on him even as she slept. “Wow, look at you Kurapika. Got yourself a girlfriend.”

The blonde flipped Leorio off. “Shut up, she’s asleep.”

“What does that mean?” Gon asked, holding up his middle finger.

Kurapika blinked before hiding his face in (Name)’s shoulder to avoid accountability. Leorio sighed. “Gon, don’t do that. It’s an offensive gesture.”

The boy quickly hid his finger. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

When (Name) woke up, she released Kurapika, but still kept her head on his shoulder. That was, until she needed to use the bathroom.

The other two were getting dressed for the day and brushing their teeth, but Kurapika was helping her stand up. “Do you want me to come with you?”

The still loopy (Name) giggled. “Pikaa, why would you come with me? We can’t pee together, it’s the women’s restroom!”

He blushed, but she wasn’t done. “Well… you do kinda look like a girl…”

Leorio interrupted to save his blonde friend the embarrassment. “Go on, (Name). If you’re not back in 10 minutes we’ll come looking for you.”

She whined. “But I’ll miss my Pika!”

Kurapika patted her shoulder. “I’ll be right here. Just go ahead, the sooner you get it over with the sooner you can lie back down.”

She sighed, walking away slowly on her crutches.

“Will she be alright? It’s hard enough walking while… loopy, but with crutches-“

Leorio snickered. “Why don’t you go hold her hand while she pees if you’re so worried?”

Kurapika huffed, plopping back down on the couch. “You’re so crude. Is it so wrong to worry about a friend?”

Gon smiled. “No, I think it’s nice. You gotta protect her after all, right?”

The blonde nodded, a smile returning to his face. “Yeah, I do.”

———————

Gon held up a roll of tape, already wearing several bits of tape on his face like a beard.

“Gon, that’s going to hurt when you pull it off.” Kurapika said, glancing up from his book. The boy tilted his head, looking him dead in the eye as he sticks another piece of tape to his cheek.

“Don’t come crying to me when your face is red and swollen.” Leorio chimed in.

“Be nice to my baby!”

They looked to to see (Name) poking her head in through the door, pouting.

“We weren’t being mean we-“

(Name) huffed, walking in and plopping down next to Gon. “Excuses. Gon, I think your… beard looks great!”

He beamed, before looking down to her cast. “It sucks that you can’t wear your socks on your other leg, now you aren’t matching.”

She sighed, a pout on her lips as she stared down at her white cast. “Yeah, it sucks but what can you do.”

Kurapika patted her hand before standing up to leave. “I’ll go grab us some drinks. I’ll be right back, (Name).”

(Name) watched him leave, sighing. “(Name), no pouting. He’s not gonna be gone for long.”

“But…”

She crossed her arms, Gon frowning. ‘What can I do to cheer her up..?’

Gon glanced down at the tape, an idea coming to mind.

He held the roll of tape up to her thigh high, seeing the color nearly perfectly matched the color.

“(Name), can I see you cast?”

Kurapika walked down the hallway, holding a few cans of juice in his arms. He smiled to himself thinking of (Name)’s reaction when she saw he’d gotten her strawberry juice.

“(Name), I’m b-“

He felt his cheeks turn a light pink at the scene in front of him. Gon was putting the final touches on his idea, the girl beaming at Kurapika.

“Pika, Pika look! Gon made them match!”

He looked at her cast, seeing Gon lean back after putting on the last piece of tape. He’d made little stripes along the cast, attempting to match her thigh high. It wasn’t perfect, but (Name)’s excited face made Kurapika’s heart melt.

‘This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.’

He walked over, quietly squishing her cheeks. “It’s… it’s cute. Your cast, I mean.”

She giggled, Leorio smacking Kurapika’s arm. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Kurapika blinked, realizing what he did. “Oh-“

He pulled his hands away from her cheeks, the girl immediately reaching out to pull his hands back. “Noo, don’t stop!”

Kurapika’s eyes softened when he saw her lip quiver lightly. “Alright, I won’t.”

He cupped her cheeks again, squeezing gently this time. ‘Soft…’

Leorio groaned. “You two make me SICK! Gon, let’s get out of here.”

The boy giggled, waving to the two before following Leorio out the door.

(Name) seemed perfectly content in that moment, nuzzling against his palm.

And he didn’t mind, not one bit.

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They arrived at the town where they would find Kukuroo Mountain. As they excited the train, Kurapika was beginning to realize how much walking they’d be doing.

“(Name), do you want me to-“

She was already being hoisted up into Leorio’s arms. “Come on, princess. You shouldn’t be walking on that leg.”

The blondes eyebrow twitched, and he was a little happy when (Name) began to struggle in Leorio’s arms. “Noooo, I want Pika!”

Kurapika marched over, pulling her into his arms and sticking his tongue out at the taller man. “I’ve got you, (Name). I’m right here.”

Gon tilted his head. “Wouldn’t it be better if Leorio held her, since he’s a doctor in training?”

(Name) teared up, shaking her head. “No! Only Pika!”

“Well, can’t argue with that.”

Gon patted her back. “It’s okay, Kurapika will carry you. He’s gonna keep you safe.”

Kurapika felt his chest swell with pride, his tummy full of butterflies as she chose him. She wanted him, and only him.

He couldn’t deny that it felt good to be the one she sought after when she was in need.

“A tour bus?”

“They really have that?”

(Name) grumbled when she heard them talking, burying her face in Kurapika’s shoulder. The woman they’d asked directions from smiled softly at the sight, lowering her voice as to not wake the sleeping girl.

She woke up when she was jostled by the bumpy bus ride. “Ugh…”

She held her head, looking up at the ceiling of some vehicle, feeling herself jump a little.

“Oh, (Name), you’re awake. Did you sleep well?”

She blinked, not answering his question. “Where am I… how am I…”

She looking down, to see her lower half sitting in Leorio’s lap. “Oh, we’re on a bus. We figured lying across us would be the most c-“

(Name) immediately tried to roll off of them, Leorio pulling her back up by the hips until she was sitting upright in his lap.

“Hey, stay still! You’re gonna hurt y-“

He hissed when she began wiggling around, squeezing the fat of her hips until she stopped.

“Owie!”

He let go, instead wrapping his arms around her waist. “You can’t be trusted to not fall and hurt yourself, so I’m going to keep a hold on your until we come to a stop.”

Kurapika smacked Leorio’s arm. “Hey, why is she saying ow? Did you hurt her?”

His eyes flashed red, the girl whining and reaching out for Kurapika.

“Want my Pika…”

Leorio groaned. “Kurapika, trust me, you can’t handle all this.”

He gestured to the girls wide hips, that rested right on top of his crotch. Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “And you can?”

Leorio scowled. “Better than you could.”

(Name) eventually fell back asleep, this time looking miserable. “Ya know, she could at least be a little grateful I’m holding onto her.”

“Well she didn’t want you, she wanted me.”

Leorio didn’t quite like the way Kurapika said it with that smug smile on his face. “Uh huh.”

(Name) whimpered in her sleep, hiding her face in Leorio’s neck. He groaned when he felt her lips brush against his sensitive skin.

“What was that?”

Kurapika gave the blushing man a suspicious look. “N-nothing! Just… ready to get to our destination.”

(Name) mumbled something against his skin, Leorio shivering. “(N-Name)? Did you say something?”

She was quiet, and he could feel that her breathing was steady. “Pika…”

He sighed, glancing at the blonde, he was holding onto (Name)’s hand, thumb grazing her knuckles.

‘Can she feel him comforting her, even in her sleep?’

(Name) woke up again when she heard people screaming. She groaned, eyes fluttering open to see she was outside now.

She was being shielded from something, Kurapika crouched over her as something exploded in the distance.

“There’s not a scratch on it!” Gon said.

(Name) rubbed her eyes, slowly trying to stand before Kurapika offered his help. “(Name)!”

He seemed happy to see her awake, offering her crutches. “There you are, (Name). Can you walk?”

She nodded slowly, standing next to them as two people shook down an old man and took his keys. They entered the small doors, the guard sighing to himself.

“Ahh, now they’re going spike Mikes appetite.”

“Mike?”

“Doesn’t that sound like the name of a cat?”

(Name) yawned as people screamed from behind the gate, and only blinked sleepily when a claw dropped off two skeletons through the door.

“Alright everybody, time to get back on the bus!” Coco, the tour guide called. Gon only shook his head.

“It’s okay, you go ahead. We’re going to stay here, thanks!”

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(Name) sat in Leorio’s lap again as Zebro spoke to the group. She was trying her best to listen, but her head still felt fuzzy. She was able to stay awake long enough for Zebro to finish his explanation.

The keys were a distraction, the only true way to get into the estate was through the heavy main doors.

Leorio handed (Name) off to Kurapika as they walked outside so he could try pushing the gate open.

When he couldn’t, the old man nodded. “This gate is also known as the testing gate. If you can’t open it, then you have no business entering the Zoldyck property. Now if you’ll please stand aside.”

Zebro took off his jacket and tie before pushing open the gate. (Name) gasped. “Wow, you’re jacked!”

Leorio pouted next to her, before attempting to push the gate again.

“You’re a very clever young man, you know that? Never attack anyone that comes through the testing gate. That’s the other order Mikes been giving.”

He smiled at the girl in Kurapika’s arms, who looked perfectly content. She’d fallen asleep again.

“(NAME)!”

(Name) whined a little when she felt something nuzzle into her side. She heard Gon laugh nearby, slowly opening her eyes to see it was now dark, and some wolf like animal was curling up next to her.

The two older boys had their weapons out, assumably ready to defend Gon and (Name) if needed, but the animals seemed to become tame in their arms, a few even surrounding the girl as she drifted back off to sleep.

“Do you think it’s okay to leave her out here?”

“She should be okay, I can sense that none of these animals wanna h-“

“I’m not leaving her out here alone. Not when it’s dark and she’s surrounded by those beasts. One of them chomped on Gon’s head earlier!”

“Aww, but he was just being-“

He was silenced when they watched the wolf do the same to (Name), Kurapika having to be held back to not kill the animal.

(Name) yelped when she was snatched up, the wolves that had surrounded her growling at the blonde.

——————

“Hey Gon, would you like to go in and meet Mike now?”

“Sure!”

“Then I’ll open the testing gate so you can see him face to face this time.”

“I’d like that!”

(Name) felt Kurapika hold onto her tighter as they walked the testing gate. When she opened her eyes, there was a beast of a dog staring at them. “Puppy?”

When it made eye contact with (Name), it faltered for just a second, then tilted its head. Zebro seemed surprised, but didn’t say anything. ‘In all my years, I’ve never seen Mike act that way when taking in the scent of someone new…’

“No, (Name), that is NOT a puppy.” Kurapika said, patting her back. “Go back to sleep.”

“Well, we should probably get moving. The servant quarters aren’t too far from here. We’ll put you up for the night, come, follow me.”

(Name) hummed, spotting Gon next to her. “Gon, sweetheart, you getting sleepy?”

She played with his hair, before squeezing his cheek. Gon laughed, leaning into her touch. “Haha, not as sleepy as you I bet!”

She laughed, before Kurapika readjusted her in his arms for the walk to the servants quarters.

(Name) was sat down once they reached the servants quarters, yawning as Kurapika helped her good foot into a slipper. Zebro moved just in time to catch her when all of the others fell.

“What’s with the slippers??” Kurapika asked.

“Oh right, I forgot, they each weigh 20 kilograms.”

Zebro set her down at the table, fixing the group cups of tea.

Leorio gasped when he took the cup.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“You’ll know soon… enough! Just try to take a sip of your tea.”

(Name) watched as the two struggled to lift their cups before leaning down to lap at it like a cat.

Kurapika pushed her back a little. “(Name), don’t do that. It’s bad manners.”

He instead lifted her cup to her lips, allowing her to sip. She drank, then smiled up at him. “I love you Pika…”

He blushed, dropping the cup. “Love? I…”

She yawned, leaning her head on the table again. He wasn’t sure what to do, watching the girl sleep with his face as red as his new tabard.

“Wow, was the tea that good?” Leorio joked, elbowing his blonde friend. Kurapika didn’t answer, only leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Gon and Leorio glanced at each other, the boy smiling wide.

——————

When she awoke again, she was sleeping resting in a bed, the sky dark. She sat up slowly, holding her head.

She looked around, wondering if her friends were nearby, only to be greeted by an empty room.

“Gon? Leorio?”

Her voice became more frantic by the second. “P-Pika?”

She stumbled out of bed, yelping when she fell to the floor. (Name) groaned, reaching for her crutches when she heard the door open.

“(Name)- oh no, are you hurt?”

It was Kurapika. He wasn’t wearing his tabard, just his tanktop and pants. Kurapika rushed over and helped her up, sitting her back in her bed.

“I’m okay… but…”

She began tearing up, pawing at his shirt. “You left me all alone… where did you go?”

He sighed, sitting on the bed next to her. “Zebro thought it was best if you slept in this bedroom. It’s the only room in the house with normal appliances, so you can open the door to use the bathroom easily. Considering you need to use crutches and are still taking your pain medication, it’s only fair.”

She whimpered, holding onto his hand. “But why did you leave me?”

He blinked, seeing that her eyes were still half lidded, meaning she was still not fully there. “(Name), I’m… I’m a man, I was sleeping in the same room as Gon and Leorio.”

“B-but…”

Tears fell from her eyes as she tugged on his shirt. “But we’ve been sleeping together most of the exam…”

He attempted to reason with her, holding onto her hand. “But (Name), the exam is over. We don’t need t-“

She began fully crying then, pulling away to rub at her eyes. “Th-then you only wanted to sleep with me b-because you had to?”

His blood ran cold at her tears, the blondes hands hovering around her as he frantically tried to think of what to do.

“N-no! I…”

He pulled her into his chest, holding onto her like she was something precious to him, something he couldn’t bare to lose.

“Being… being next to you is all I could ever want. I…”

He went quiet, simply tucking her into bed before climbing in next to her. She sniffles, snuggling up to him as he soothed her, planting sweet kisses on the top of her head.

“Doesn’t feel right without my Pika…” she said softly as she drifted off to sleep. The blonde felt his heart thump against his ribs painfully, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Your Pika is right here. So no more tears, okay?”

She nodded before leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek, barely missing his lips. “Mhm… love you, Pika…”

The blonde could barely contain his excitement, wanting to squeeze her tightly and kiss her all over, but she was asleep again. Instead, he wiped away her tears and tried to sleep too.

But it was hard when his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

————————

“Oh wow, and he calls ME a pervert. I don’t sneak into girls rooms in the middle of the night, but he gets to!”

Kurapika and (Name) groaned at the loud voice of Leorio, the former throwing a pillow at him.

“Hey! Just because you’re tired from your fun night with (Name) doesn’t mean you get to sleep in!”

The blonde sat up, rubbing his eyes as the girl next to him whined, scooting towards him to cuddle into his tummy. This surprised him, causing him to giggle. “Hey, (Name)! That tickles!”

She giggled as well, sticking her tongue out at him. “Now you know how I felt!”

Leorio groaned. “Come on, it’s time for breakfast. Kurapika, let’s leave so she can get dressed.”

(Name) was suddenly wide awake at that. “Wait, no! Don’t leave!”

She wrapped her arms around Kurapika’s waist, staring up at him. He tilted his head, cheeks beginning to turn pink again. “(Name) I have to leave while you change.”

She frowned, but sighed. “Well… can you wait outside the door for me? Please?”

He couldn’t say no to that cute face. “Alright, but hurry up.”

(Name) nodded, moving to throw her shirt off before the door was even all the way closed. The blonde decided to ignore the fact he’d nearly seen her shirtless, sighing to himself. ‘That girl…’

She pushed the door open, Kurapika pushing off of the wall he was leaning against to greet her. Today, she wore another sweater, this one a lilac color. She wore shorts toady, another pair of knitted striped thigh highs.

Or well, one thigh high, since she couldn’t wear one of her broken leg. She looked cute, but he was frustrated for her. It was winter, and she couldn’t even wear pants to keep herself warm. Thankfully, the knitted thigh high seemed to help a bit.

He helped her walk down the stairs, spinning her around a little when he helped her down the final stair.

“Hehe, Pikaa!”

She giggled as he spun her, the blonde soon joining in on her laughter. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

He pulled out her chair for her when she sat down at the table, almost about to feed her, but she shook her head. “Thanks Pika, but I’ve gotta train too!”

“She’s right. We’ll need everyone’s help if we’re going to see Killua before we have to leave!” Gon said, taking a bite of his breakfast.

For a bit, she struggled to lift up her fork, eventually able to lift a bite of eggs to her mouth. Once she was able to do that, Kurapika sighed and began to eat his own food.

——————

(Name) fell over when they put the weighted vest on her. “(Name)!”

She sat up with a great effort, being pulled to her feet by the blonde. “Maybe it’s best if she doesn’t wear-“

“No, I can wear it! It’s…”

She grunted, holding onto her crutches. “It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

Zebro watched the two with great interest. ‘That girl, they worry a great deal about her, but she seems capable to me…’

He didn’t miss the way Leorio hovered around her, the tall man’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Something else must be causing his anxieties.’

(Name) began training with the group, but because of her injury, she was stuck doing things that allowed her to sit down.

The girl grumbled as she washed dishes, struggling to lift the heavy glass plates.

“You’re doing a great job, (Name).”

The girl glanced up from her work to see Zebro pulling on his jacket. “With your injury, I’m surprised you’re able to do even this.”

She sighed, placing her rag in the water. “Thanks, Mr. Zebro. I’ll continue to try my best.”

He gave her a friendly pat on the back before he left.

(Name) was tasked with cooking dinner, keeping the downstairs clean, and helping Kurapika with any tasks that he had to do sitting down.

Currently, she was making sandwiches. The girl peeked out the window where the boys were training. “Hey, guys, how do you like your sandwiches?”

“I like ham and cheese!” Gon said, smiling. Leorio agreed with him.

“Yeah, me too but add some lettuce on mine!”

She glanced at Kurapika, who let out a tired sigh before smiling. “I’m not picky, but…”

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Could you cut off the crust?”

“Yeah, sure! Gon likes the crust cut off too, Killua as w-“

(Name) went quiet, her face falling. The three exchanged a look before Gon walked forward. “Hey, don’t be sad, (Name). We’re gonna get him back. No matter what!”

She sighed before giving him a smile. “Yeah, no matter what!”

The three continued their work, coming inside to eat lunch.

———————

When it was time for bed, both Gon and Leorio snuck glances at the blonde as he pulled off his tabard.

“Are you you going to sleep with (Name) tonight?” Gon asked after brushing his teeth.

The blonde shook his head. “No, she’s sleeping by herself tonight. To heal properly, she needs plenty of rest and room to move around. I told her as much.”

Leorio snickered. “What did you do to get her to agree to that?”

“…”

Kurapika narrowed his eyes, before sighing. “I promised I would… I would cuddle with her before bed.”

His cheeks began to turn pink, Gon laughing. “Aww, you’re so nice, Kurapika. I’m sure she feels nice and safe now!”

Kurapika nodded slowly, climbing into bed. “Yes, I hope she does.”

Leorio pulled off his shirt before turning off the light. “Aight, lights out. Goodnight, guys.”

“Goodnight Leorio!”

“Goodnight.”

They all drifted off to sleep as the moon watched over them.

——————

Kurapika sat in the Kurta Clan Elders room, kneeling on the floor.

‘I’m… here? Why…’

“So, I heard from Pairo that you lied about the outside seeing your scarlet eyes.”

He felt his blood run cold, pale hands clutching at his tabard. “Elder, I… I just wanted to see the outside world, I’d didn’t mean to trick you.”

“You didn’t just trick us, Kurapika. You killed us.”

The man turned around, the blondes eyes going wide with shock and fear. His elder’s eyes were gone, the empty eye sockets crying tears of blood.

“Was it worth it, Kurapika? Was the outside worth getting all of us killed?”

The elder stepped forward, grabbing Kurapika’s shoulder and shaking him. “They desecrated our corpses, took our eyes, killed our children, and you weren’t there. You should have died with us!”

Kurapika shot up, clutching his chest as his heart hammered against his ribs. Tears streamed down his face, the blonde gasping for air as he frantically felt around the bed.

‘Need her… where is she?’

He looked down to the empty spot next to him, remembering he hadn’t slept next to (Name) tonight. Before he could even think, he was walking out of the bedroom door and down the hall.

Kurapika stumbled into (Name)’s bedroom, consequentially waking up the sleeping girl. “Pika? Pika are you alright?”

He didn’t answer, and it was almost like he was on autopilot. Kurapika didn’t fully register climbing into her bed and burying his head into her chest, only able to feel the warmth of her embrace around his body as he sobbed.

(Name) wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew he was distressed. He choked out a few words, mostly apologies and promises to make things right. She had the feeling he wasn’t saying this to her.

“Shh, shh, just breathe, okay? Deep breaths, Pika.”

He struggled, his breath coming out shaky as he attempted to listen to her instruction. She felt her shirt become wet with snot and tears, but that was the furthest from her mind.

“Breathe with me, okay?”

She cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears as she breathed. It took a few attempts, but he started to follow her lead, taking in a shaky breathe with her and letting it out.

Kurapika calmed down gradually, his racing heart slowing enough for him to breathe normally. After a few minutes, he sighed, leaning into her touch as she wiped away his tears. “There, that’s better.”

Kurapika opened his eyes, seeing her looking at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. He didn’t realize just how much her presence alone could comfort him, the blonde leaning forward to press his forward against hers.

“You okay, Pika? You don’t have to tell me what happened, but if you want to talk it out I’m here for you.”

He took a moment to respond, his eyelids fluttering shut. “It… it was a nightmare.”

She waited for him to continue, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“My… as you know, my clan was…”

He began to choke up again, quickly raising a hand to covers his watery eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me, I-“

He shook his head, lowering his hand to give her a soft smile. “No, no I would feel a lot better if I… talked it out with you.”

(Name) allowed Kurapika to take the lead, the blonde gesturing for her to sit up. She did, holding herself back from giggling when he wiggled around to lay his head in her lap.

He stared up at her, those pretty brown eyes seemingly waiting for her to do something.

She giggled slightly before placing her hand in his hair. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?”

He melted under her touch, nodding slightly. In this moment, Kurapika didn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed. All he could feel was the overwhelming need to be comforted.

And she was the only one that could fulfill that need.

“Whenever… whenever my clan was massacred, I was away trying to find a doctor for my friend.”

She frowned, the blonde sighing softly as her fingers combed through his hair.

“Before I was able to leave, I had to go to the outside world and return without my eyes turning red.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Why’s that?”

Kurapika cuddled into her stomach, smilingly lightly when she giggled. “Well, most people fear or covet our eyes, so them being seen by outsiders is considered dangerous.”

She’d forgotten about that. “Oh, yeah…”

Kurapika resisted the urge to plant kisses along her soft skin, instead nuzzling his cheek against her tummy. “Whenever we left, the elder gave us special eye drops so if they turned scarlet they would stay that way until we came home.”

(Name) nodded, brushing the hair out of his face so it wouldn’t get in his eyes.

“My friend switched out the eye drops for water, and when I failed the challenge, my eyes were able to fade back to brown before we got home.”

Kurapika let out a shaky breath, burying his face again. She felt his grip on her tighten, continuing to play with his hair.

This seemed to help a little, and after a few more tears, he was able to speak again. “… in my dream, my friend told the elder about my lie. I… I fear that my lie may have been the cause of their death. The elder… he was angry. He told me it was my fault…”

(Name) pushed him a little so she could look him in the eye. “Pika… let’s talk this out, okay?”

He nodded slowly, giving her his trust.

“Would your friend have done all that he did just to tell the elder you lied about your eyes?”

He was quiet for a moment before shaking his head. “No, that wouldn’t make sense.”

“And would your elder really blame a child for a simple mistake?”

Kurapika shook his head again, his eyes clearing up a bit. “He wouldn’t. The elder was a bit strict, but he was kind. He would never…”

Kurapika sighed in relief, like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. “(Name), I can’t thank you enough. My mind is much clearer now.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “No need to thank me. I’ll always be here for you, Kurapika.”

The blonde felt his entire body relax, his eyes softening as he looked up at her. Again, when he was looking up at her all he could think of was how angelic she looked.

“May I…”

He sat up, and fidgeted with her comforter. “May I sleep here tonight? If I get another nightmare, I d-“

She pulled him down again, this time cuddling into his chest. “Let’s get to sleep, or Leorio will scold us tomorrow.”

He wrapped his arms around her, sighing into her hair. “Thank you, (Name). You’re wonderful.”

She laughed, Kurapika unable to keep himself from smiling at the pretty sound. “You are too, Pika.”

As they embraced, Kurapika couldn’t help but sigh. ‘I’m sorry for being selfish, (Name). I woke you up, and now I’m taking up space in your bed again.’

He didn’t say this, though, instead drifting off to sleep as the girl in his arms hummed softly.

——————

8 days passed by, the two now sleeping together every night. It made sense to, since Kurapika had frequent nightmares that could only be helped by (Name), and (Name) didn’t like sleeping alone.

Kurapika was teased a few times by Leorio, but for the most part no one turned blinked an eye at the pair heading to bed together.

They grew closer by the day, now comfortable enough to change with the other in the room. Of course, being the gentleman he was Kurapika always turned away while she changed, but couldn’t bare to leave her alone for too long. He told himself it was for her sake, but even he knew it was a lie. Kurapika wanted to be near her just as much as she wanted to be near him.

(Name) yawned, Kurapika helping her put her vest on after she changed. “I’m getting used to it, but it’s still a hassle.”

He nodded, pulling his own vest over his head. “You’re doing so well, though. The first day, you were barely able to pick up the glass plates, now you lift them with ease.”

(Name)’s face heated up at this comment, her hands playing with the fabric of her knee length skirt.

“I hadn’t even noticed, I guess the change was so gradual that I didn’t register it.”

He patted her head before pulling her to her feet. “It’s hard to notice change in yourself, but others can see it more easily.”

(Name) nodded, grabbing her crutches and standing in front of him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I can see you changing too, Pika!”

“How so?” he asked, ever curious.

“Well for one, you’re becoming a lot cuddlier.” she teased, pointing to his hand absentmindedly holding hers. Kurapika dropped her hand, cheeks turning red.

‘Wait, when did I grab her hand?’

Holding her, touching her had become second nature. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding her hand until she pointed it out.

(Name) giggled at his reaction. “It’s alright, I don’t mind!”

She took his hand again, squeezing lightly. “If it’s you, I’ll never mind.”

That fuzzy feeling returned, Kurapika’s eyes softening as she led him out of their shared room. ‘I don’t mind, either, (Name).’

————————

(Name) cheered as Kurapika opened up the testing gate. “You did it Pika!!”

She cheered, the blonde laughing when she jumped into his arms. “Couldn’t have done it without you cheering for me, (Name).”

They hugged, Kurapika taking in her warmth before letting go. “Alright Gon, your turn.”

Gon opened up the gate last, the other three congratulating him.

They said their goodbyes, (Name) following behind the others as they walked towards the Zoldyck manor.

(Name) winced as she struggled down the rocky path. Kurapika was quick to catch this. “(Name), are you…”

He looked down at the path, sighing. “I should have thought about this. Come here, (Name).”

She did as she was told, yelping when he picked her up, holding her bridal style. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

She stuttered out a response as he began walking. “B-but I’m way too…”

He tapped her thigh lightly. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’m not going to drop you.”

Now she was blushing, staring at his hand on her thigh. “Ok…”

Leorio rolled his eyes before picking up her crutches. “Stupid blonde and his stupid natural charisma…”

“What was that Leorio?” Kurapika asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

“Nothing…”

(Name) poked her lip out in a pout, the blonde laughing. “Oh, don’t pout, (Name). You need your rest.”

But that wasn’t the only reason he was holding her now, only an excuse for his true intentions. He wanted to hold her.

Kurapika knew that their time together would be coming to an end soon, and when it did, he was afraid he wouldn’t seen her again.

(Name) held onto his red tabard, snuggling into the soft fabric. “Alright, but I get to hold you later.”

“H-hold me?”

His grip loosened, the girl squeaking as she began to slip from his grasp. Kurapika quickly repositioned her, giving an apologetic look.

“Sorry, you… surprised me.”

‘What does she mean by getting to hold me?’

(Name) continued pouting as they continued down the path, Gon occasionally trying to cheer her up.

“Look (Name), a ladybug!”

Although she did smile for a moment each time he showed her a new thing, she always went back to pouting.

Leorio saw a girl up ahead, glancing to (Name) and Kurapika.

“Hey, let’s leave (Name) at a safe location. In case…”

He glanced at the girl waiting for them, then back to (Name). “… that sounds like a good idea. I’ll be right back.”

(Name) blinked. “Wait, why can’t I come with you?”

Kurapika placed her down near a stream, smoothing out his tabard. “It won’t be long, once we find out if the girl is a threat or not, we’ll come back for you.”

(Name) tugged on his sleeve, her lip quivering. “But…”

Kurapika patted her head until she let go. “I’ll be back soon, (Name). Stay here, okay?”

She said watched him go before turning to watch the stream.

———————

The three returned around 15 minutes later, Leorio and Gon being injured.

(Name) was quick to help them. “What happened?”

They explained that the girl they had seen was guarding the gate, and every time they stepped over a line drawn in the dirt, she removed them by force.

“That complicates things. Did you tell her we’re Killua’s friends?”

Gon nodded, staying quiet. He was frustrated, she could tell. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, the boy relaxing slightly. “Gon, if anyone can get through to her, it’s you. We haven’t known each other long, but you’re one of- no, THE most stubborn boy I know. If it weren’t endearing it would be annoying.”

Gon cracked a smile at this, glancing at her. “Thank you, (Name). I’ll keep trying.”

“That’s my boy!”

He giggled when she pulled him into her arms, ruffling his hair. Kurapika watched the scene with soft eyes, holding onto his tabard.

Leorio glanced at his blonde friend, face softening when he say Kurapika staring at (Name) with those lovesick eyes.

(Name) spent the next few hours making flowers crowns to cull her boredom. Every once and a while, she could hear the sound of something making impact with something else.

And in her heart, she could feel Gon’s resolve. He was the one being hit, she knew it.

(Name) jolted when she felt eyes on her. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

She grabbed her crutches, ready to use them as a weapon when she spotted them.

There was a child standing on the other side of the stream, staring at her with inquisitive pink eyes.

“… hello.”

(Name) glanced towards the path, estimating how much time it would take her to reach the others if the person decided to attack.

“Hello.”

The two stared at each other, the child unmoving. “You are (Name), correct?”

The girl frowned, her grip on her crutches tightening. “Yes, why do you ask?”

The child didn’t respond, continuing to stare at her before turning and leaving. (Name) decided not to question the strange incident. She just kept a good grip on her crutches, hoping her friends would be back soon.

When the sun began to set, Kurapika returned. He gave her a small smile before picking her up again.

“We’re headed to the butlers quarters now. Supposedly we’ll be able to make a direct call to the house.”

(Name) nodded, brushing some dirt off of his cheek. “You alright, Pika?”

He laughed. “Yes, if there’s anyone you need to worry about, it’s Gon. You were right, he is incredibly stubborn.”

This caused the girl to fidget with his tabard uneasily. Kurapika noticed this, sighing. “He’s also alright, just a little bruised and swollen.”

She bit her lip. “Really?”

“Yes, now let’s get going.”

The two met up with Leorio, Gon, and Canary. (Name) chatted with the girl as they walked, Gon joining in as well. The other two stayed quiet, Kurapika’s grip on (Name) tightening occasionally.

‘This could be dangerous. At the first sign of trouble, I’ll run with her.’

He felt a little bad for this thought, but knew his friends would understand.

——————

They arrived at the butlers quarters soon after, being welcomed in like esteemed guests. Kurapika sat (Name) down on the couch, sitting next to her soon after. He kept a hand on her shoulder as he scanned the room.

“Ah, I gotta pee…”

She tugged at one of the butlers sleeves. “Which way is the bathroom?”

The butler gave her a polite smile and pointed to the left hallway. “Thank you!”

Kurapika stood to follow her, but (Name) shook her head. “I’ll be fine! You stay here and make sure Gon doesn’t do anything stupid.”

He wanted to follow her, but wouldn’t go against her wishes. “… alright, but don’t take too long.”

She wobbled away, Kurapika watching her walk away with a sigh. “Oh god if you start sighing again I’m going to throw myself out a window.”

Kurapika scowled at the taller man. “Hmph.”

(Name) walked down the long hallway, occasionally peeking into rooms to see if it was the bathroom. She got a few weird looks from butlers but other than that nothing particularly unusual.

“Weird, there’s no bathroom this way…”

She glanced up the staircase. “Maybe there’s one up here…”

(Name) glanced down at her cast then back to the stairs. “Whelp. Yolo.”

She began walking upstairs, one at a time. It wasn’t easy, but she was slowly getting the hang of it!

That was until her crutches slipped, causing her to lose balance.

As she closed her eyes to brace herself for falling, ready to feel the pain of tumbling down the stairs, she paused.

“Wait, I’m… I’m not falling?”

“Yeah, that’s because I caught you.”

She blinked, opening her eyes to see killua holding onto her arm, looking both mildly irritated and amused.

This expression shifted to one of surprise when she launched herself forward to wrap her arms around him. “Killua!”

He felt tears begin to stain his shoulder, the girl not able to hold back her sobs as she held the boy tight. “You’re okay! Oh my god, I was so worried!”

He held onto the back of his shirt. “… I don’t understand. Why… why do you care about me so much?”

She sniffled, pulling away a little to give him a warm smile. “Because you’re my friend, Killua. Of course id worry about you.”

He didn’t know what to do, how to react. He could only bury his face in her shoulder, taking a minute to compose himself.

She held him gently as he steadied his breathing. Once he had regained his composure, he pulled away slowly. “… let’s go see Gon.”

The two walked downstairs, Killua keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t slip again.

(Name) opened the door, Killua right behind her. Kurapika’s eyes widened, the man shooting up to join her. “(Name)!”

He hugged her, burying his face in your shoulder. “I… you took so long, I was worried.”

“Sorry, Pika. I just couldn’t find the bathroom.”

Gotoh, the head butler heard this. “The bathroom? It’s just beyond that door.”

He pointed to a door on the right side of the room. She cast a glare at the butler that gave her the wrong directions. “I see…”

Kurapika followed her to the bathroom this time, waiting outside the door for her.

———————

The five traveled by bus into town, all smiling and laughing. The group was back together again, and just in time too.

“Hey Kurapika, your flight isn’t until tonight, right? We should all spend the day together, since we’ll be going our separate ways.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, glancing at the girl next to him. “Yes… I think that’s a good idea.”

She snuggled closer into his side. “You know, I’m gonna miss you a lot, Pika.”

His breath hitched, squeezing her hand. “I…”

Leorio spoke up. “I’m starving, what are we eating for lunch?”

Killua perked up, about to speak but was stopped by (Name). “We can’t eat chocolate robots for lunch.”

“Buzzkill.”

They reached town soon after, the group splitting into two groups to sight see. Kurapika and (Name) were an automatic pair, the blonde not even considering going with anyone else.

“Alright, I’ll go with Killua and Gon. Kurapika…”

He put a hand on the blondes shoulder. “Don’t get her pregnant.”

(Name) began laughing while Kurapika turned bright red. He smacked Leorio’s hand, unable to even speak.

“Oh don’t tease him, Leorio.”

She looped her arm with his. “My Pika would never have thoughts like that. Right?”

He stuttered out a response. “Y-yes of course!”

They began walking away, Kurapika feeling his heart beat against his chest. ‘Pregnant? That’s…’

The image of her, sitting at the kitchen table with a cute baby bump, making cookies appeared in his mind. “Pika, you’re home!”

She kissed his cheek, giving him that pretty smile that he would never get tired of. “Look, she’s kicking!”

She placed his hand on her baby bump, and he could feel tears brimming in his eyes. “She’s saying ‘hi daddy!’”

“Pika? Earth to Pika!”

The blonde jumped when he saw her hovering in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face.

‘Did I really just imagine…’

“Sorry, what were you saying (Name)?”

The two continued to chat as they walked around town. Eventually, they met up with the others for lunch.

“Mmm!”

(Name) sipped on her favorite milkshake, kicking her feet. Kurapika smiled, his head in his hand as he watched her.

“Is it good?”

She nodded quickly, continuing to sip on it. Kurapika couldn’t help but sigh dreamily. She looked adorable, really, enjoying her milkshake under the little umbrella over their table.

“Man, I wish I ordered one, you’re really selling it.”

Leorio stared at her milkshake, and (Name), being the sweet girl she is, offered it to him. “Here, you can have the rest! If I drink too much I’ll get a tummy ache.”

Leorio cheered, reaching out to grab the milkshake, but it was quickly snatched away by Kurapika. “Hey! Y-“

He watched as the blonde placed the straw in his mouth while making direct eye contact with him.

“Oh, Pika! That’s not nice.” (Name) scolded, but by the time she did, he’d already sucked down the rest of the milkshake.

“Pikaa, you’re gonna get a tummy ache.”

“And a knuckle sandwich you little-“

The waitress approached their table. “Hi, will you be paying together, or do I need to split the bill?”

(Name) paused, her face going pale. ‘Oh crap, I don’t have any money.’

She made a distressed noise as she began to dig around in her backpack, but Leorio was quick to speak up. “It’s together, I’ll be paying.”

Kurapika held up a card. “No, I’ll be paying.”

Gon pulled out a few bills. “Wait I’ve got it!”

But they all paused when Killua pulled out a card that obviously didn’t belong to him. “Here.”

The waitress smiled and took the card. “I’ll be right back with your receipt.”

Kurapika was pouting. ‘I wanted to pay for her lunch…’

(Name) shyly toyed with her napkin. “Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate it.”

The all gave her a smile, Gon stuffing his money back into his bag. “It’s no problem! I know you would have done the same for me!”

She smiled, reaching over to pat the boys head. “Of course!”

———————

“Ugh…”

Leorio blinked as the blonde walking next to him groaned. “Are you seriously dragging your feet like a child?”

Kurapika huffed. “No.”

“You are. You are and it’s actually pretty funny. Just because (Name) isn’t around doesn’t mean you have to turn into a brat.”

“Brat!?”

Just a few minutes ago, (Name) parted ways with them to hang out with Killua and Gon for a bit. They were headed to the arcade, and when Kurapika began to pout about not getting to come with her, she pulled him to the side.

“Pika, I need you to do something very important for me, okay?”

He nodded slowly, allowing her to gently pull him down so she could whisper in his ear. “I need you to make sure Leorio doesn’t get into any trouble, okay?”

Kurapika sighed. “Okay, I can do that.”

She patted his cheek. “Good boy.”

His face erupted into a dark red blush at the pet name. “M-mhm.”

Kurapika didn’t want to leave her side, not even for a second, but he would do next to anything to please her.

“What can I do to get you to stop pouting?”

Kurapika glanced at his taller friend, who was giving him a sympathetic look.

“… well…”

He twiddled his thumbs, staring at the ground as his cheeks turned pink again. “I, um… I wanted to get (Name)… a gift.”

Leorio’s eyebrow raised, the blonde quickly waving his hands. “J-just to have something to remember me by! It’s not anything… anything…”

To help his poor friend out, Leorio sighed. “Yeah, yeah. You want to get her a souvenir, huh? Well let’s start looking.”

The two searched all over town for somewhere to shop for (Name), but their efforts produced nothing.

“Shit, this town sucks. Not a single store that sells her size…” Leorio grumbled. Kurapika nodded, seemingly frustrated.

“That’s stupid. How is it fair that she doesn’t get to wear the same clothing other women do?”

He kicked a rock, Leorio nodding in agreement. “Hmm, maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. What besides clothes would she like?” Kurapika asked.

Leorio hummed, spotting a building in the distance. “Pika, I know where we can go.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The two entered the bright pink shop, Leorio immediately leaving his friend to browse.

That was a mistake.

When he glanced back up to see what the blonde was doing, he had to do a double take.

“Kurapika.”

“… yes?”

“She doesn’t need thirty keychains.”

“…”

“Also all of those are hideous. How did you find every single one of the worst keychains in the store?”

He helped the blonde put them up, now pulling him around by the arm. “Here, look in this section. Don’t wander off, STAY here.”

The blonde grumbled while he browsed, but he had to admit, the little trinkets here fit her a lot better. “What do you think she’d like best?” Kurapika asked.

“She likes cute things. Like Sanrio products.”

“Sanrio? What’s that?”

Leorio stared at the man. “Are you being serious? Hello Kitty, My Melody, Keroppi.”

Kurapika gave him a confused look.

“Oh my god, just get her this.”

Leorio shoved a keychain into his hands. It was small, pink, and had a cartoon cat holding a strawberry at the end.

‘She does like strawberries…’

——————

It was getting late. The group planned to take a bus together to the airport, and Kurapika was both dreading and looking forward to seeing her again.

‘Maybe… maybe I could ask her if she’d like to come with me…’

His heart thumped against his heart painfully at the thought. ‘No, I couldn’t ask her to put herself in danger like that… but…’

He held onto his tabard, looking into the distance. ‘I can’t bare to be away from her…’

Leorio was having a similar crisis, tapping his foot against the concrete. ‘I need to think of something, quick…’

He looked down at his phone and stared at his ticket.

As Leorio typed away at his phone, the three arrived at the bus station. Kurapika immediately jumped up to greet them, his eyes softening when they landed on (Name).

“Hello…”

He seemed nervous, hiding something behind his back. “Hi, Pika.”

She tilted her head at his shy expression. “Is something wrong?”

“No! No… I…”

He fidgeted for a second more before revealing his hands, showing her the small gift bag. “I… wanted to give you this.”

She stared at the small gift bag, her cheeks heating up. “For me?”

He nodded, not making eye contact as she took the bag. She glanced at him before opening it carefully.“Oh my gosh!”

She pulled it out, her face morphing into one of pure joy. “Pika, you didn’t!”

She giggled, dangling the keychain from her finger. “It’s so cute, I love it!”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I-“

He turned red when she pulled him into a hug, planting a few kisses on his cheeks. “You’re so sweet, thank you so much!”

He attempted to stutter out a response, but could only pat her back in return.

The five boarded the bus, and much to Kurapika’s annoyance, Leorio was very adamant about sitting with (Name). “Consider it payback for helping you earlier.”

Kurapika couldn’t argue with that, so he left to sit with the two boys. “Geez, can’t you look at least a little happier to see us?”

Leorio and (Name) sat in silence for the first half of the ride. She could sense something was off with him, sneaking glances every few minutes.

“(Name)?”

She looked up. “Yes?”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “There’s no easy way to talk about this. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to say this to you since the fourth phase. (Name), I…”

He reached for her hand, trying to keep his tears at bay. “I… saw the letter.”

He could almost hear her world crashing down around her. She went deadly quiet, and eyes now staring at the floor.

“Oh.”

(Name) had suspected he knew something, but didn’t think it was that. She thought she did a good job at hiding everything…

“I…”

He squeezed her hand, attempting to kill two birds with one stone by comforting them both. “I don’t think you’re selfish for your feelings, for your pain, but…”

She stiffened when she noticed tears falling from his eyes. “I don’t want you to die. So…”

He wiped at his eyes. “So hear me out, okay?”

(Name) nodded slowly, squeezing his hand back. “Okay, go on.”

“I want you to come with me.”

She looked up in surprise, eyes wide. “Go… with you?”

“Yes. You can stay at my apartment until you… are feeling better. I… I’m sorry to say this but I can’t in good conscience let you leave by yourself. You don’t have anywhere to go to, do you?”

She sighed, pulling per backpack into her lap to hug. “… no, I don’t.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Could you… give life a chance again? If not for yourself, for me, Gon, Killua… and Kurapika.”

Tears were beading at the corners of her eyes. “Do I really deserve to be so happy?”

“Of course you do!”

He pulled her closer as she cried, letting her make his shirt wet with her tears. “You deserve that and so much more, (Name). So much more.”

He shielded her breakdown from the others, giving her a five minute heads up before their stop. She wiped her tears and tidied herself up as much as possible as to not indicate she had been crying.

Leorio looked her over, grabbing her chin to keep her face steady as he touched up her mascara. “There, all better.”

She smiled at him, pulling him closer to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Leorio. I love you.”

His cheeks turned pink before he ruffled her hair so she couldn’t see how flustered he was. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too, sunshine.”

When they excited the bus, Kurapika was waiting for her. He didn’t say anything, but the way he smiled when he saw her made her heart race. “Pika!”

She jumped off the last stair, being caught and spun around by the blonde. They both laughed, holding onto each other for a moment before letting go.

“Thanks for always being there to catch me, Pika!”

Kurapika looked at her lips for a moment, feeling his face heat up before he looked away. “You can always rely on me, (Name). I’ll catch you every time.”

They began their journey to the airport, Kurapika stopping midway.

“I’ll be in York New on September 1st.”

They paused, looking back at the blonde.

“Hisoka… Hisoka told me to meet him there then, that he’d have some information on the Spiders.”

(Name)’s eyes lit up, looking up at him. “That means…”

He nodded, cupping her cheeks. “Yes, we’ll see wa h other again.”

He swiped away her tears, laughing when she started crying. “You’re so mean, why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

He held her as she cried, patting her back. “Sorry, sorry.”

The walked through the airport, Leorio passing (Name) her ticket. “Got you one earlier.” he whispered into her ear. She nodded, giving him a quick hug.

Kurapika was leaving first, so the group gathered at his side around 20 minutes before he’d have to leave. They exchanged numbers and goodbyes, Kurapika saving (Name) for last.

“(Name)…”

He stood awkwardly, hand on his arm. “I…”

Kurapika wasn’t expecting what happened next.

(Name) stepped forward, looking up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. She pulled him down by his tabard, pressing her lips against his.

She pulled away much too soon, looking away from him. “Goodbye, Pika. I’ll miss you!”

He pulled her into his arms, and she could feel his heart racing against her chest. Kurapika couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything besides bury his face into her shoulder.

He wanted to do more. He wanted to kiss her back, to pull her in by her waist and pepper her face in kisses, but Kurapika was having trouble thinking with all the heat rushing to his face.

“(Name), we have to go.”

Leorio tapped her shoulder, the girl sighing before pulling away a bit. “Will you miss me too, Pika?”

He stared at her with half lidded eyes, face red. “Yes.”

‘Unbearably so.’

(Name) giggled, giving him one last peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you when I land, okay?”

He nodded, watching her and Leorio leave with a sigh. A sinking, unpleasant feeling settled in his chest.

Gon placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. “It’s just a few months, then you’ll see her again!”

Kurapika smiled back. “Yeah…”

But when he saw Leorio help her put her suitcase up, his hand brushing against her waist, he knew that missing her wasn’t the only reason his chest hurt.

(Name) squealed, burying her face in Leorio’s chest. “Ahh! I kissed him!”

Leorio snickered. “Yeah, I saw.”

The two boarded their airship soon after, (Name) glancing down at her phone with a giddy smile. She swiped through the pictures she’d taken of her friends. Leorio peeked over her shoulder. “Sneaky girl, hit pictures of all of us, huh?”

“Haha, sorry, but yeah. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, why, I wouldn’t mind you taking some more!”

He posed, and (Name) giggled before taking another picture. “Wow, Leorio, you’re so photogenic!”

———————

(Name) sighed, plopping down on Leorio’s couch after the finally got home. The tall man laughed. “Tired?”

She nodded, groaning against the leather cushion. Leorio pulled her suitcase inside, setting it by his room. “Stay here, I need to get my room cleaned up.”

(Name) sat up, rubbing her eyes as he closed his bedroom door behind him.

Leorio’s apartment was small, having one bedroom and one bathroom with a washer and dryer. There was a kitchen and a living room, and that was it.

“Hmm…”

The fridge was empty, which made sense. He’d probably thrown everything out before. ‘Looks like we’ll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow…’

Leorio exited his room carrying a trash bag in one hand and a hamper in another. He winked at her before leaving to take the trash out.

When he returned, he was scrolling on his phone. He handed it over. “Here, place an order. I already got what I wanted.”

She nodded, quickly ordering her food before handing his phone back. “Thank you, Leorio. For… everything.”

The taller man plopped down on the couch next to her, allowing her to cuddle up next to him. “It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.”

They were quiet as they watched some TV, waiting for their food to arrive. Leorio wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer. (Name) didn’t seem to mind, humming contentedly when he ran his hand over her hair.

‘She doesn’t like being alone. And especially during a time like this, she shouldn’t be alone.’

The two ate when their food got their, Leorio happily trying her food. It was nice, getting to spend time with her. Just the two of them.

———————

(Name) was getting sleepy, and Leorio was having trouble keeping his eyes open. “Leorioooo!”

He blinked at her sleepily, watching as she yawned. “I’m tired.”

He nodded before standing up. “Alright, let’s get to bed then.”

He helped her to his room, which was now clean. He’d hidden all of his… private things. Like his porno magazines, sex toys, and dirty laundry.

She climbed into his bed, snuggling into his sheets. The tall man pulled his comforter over her form. “G’night. If you need anything, I’ll be on the couch.”

Her hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Wait, I can’t let you sleep on the couch after you took me in. I will.”

He shook his head, sitting down on the bed. “No, you need to sleep somewhere comfortable to heal properly. The couch isn’t a good place for that.”

“Then…”

She held onto his arm, looking up at him shyly. “Why don’t we just sleep in the same bed?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not Kurapika, you know.”

She tilted her head at that, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. “Why does that matter?”

She gasped when he pinned her down, hovering over her form. Even if the girl wanted to move, she wouldn’t be able to, he was way stronger than her. “I’m not like him, (Name). I have urges.”

Her expression didn’t change, looking up at him with those sleepy eyes. “Leorio…”

She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, the man’s lip quivering slightly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You don’t have to convince me otherwise.”

Leorio sat back, sighing as he slid off of her. “How can you read me like an open book?”

She laughed, patting the empty space next to her. “I can’t, I just know you’re too nice to ever do something like that.”

He sat down, eventually allowing himself to cuddle up with her. She was a bit clingy, wrapping her arms around him, but he didn’t mind.

Not when it was her.

“Goodnight, Leorio. Sweet dreams!”

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

——————

Kurapika impatiently waited for his phone to ring, tapping against the table he sat at.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Kurapika snatched his phone up, butterflies when he saw her contact light up the screen.

“(Name)!”

He blinked when her face also popped up. “Hey Pika! Sorry for taking so long, had a rough day at work yesterday so I slept in.”

It had been nearly four months since the two had seen each other at the Zoldyck Estate. In that time, (Name) had gotten a part time job while living with Leorio, which Kurapika still wasn’t aware of.

“I see. If you need longer to sleep, we can always call l-“

“No, I’m fine! Please, stay.”

The two stayed in touch through the months, calling and FaceTiming everyday.

“I can stay while you sleep, if that would help.”

She pouted, the blonde unable to hold back a laugh at her cute face. “Pika…”

It wasn’t unusual for them to fall asleep on call, in fact it was more unusual for them to end their nightly call before they fell asleep. It annoyed Leorio, who slept next to her, just a little, but if it helped them both sleep peacefully he couldn’t complain.

There had been multiple times Kurapika had awoken from a nightmare, waking up (Name) with his screams. She would calm him down with breathing exercises before humming lullabies to help him get back to sleep.

“Sorry, sorry. Are you almost packed up?”

She groaned, Kurapika watching as she carried her phone into the bathroom, propping up the camera near the sink so she could talk to him as she washed her face.

“Yeah, pretty much. Now all I’ve got left to do is… move to York New.”

She splashed water in her face then began rubbing her cleanser into her skin. Kurapika hummed, leaning back against his chair. “You live in the same area as Leorio, right? Will he be coming with you?”

(Name) shook her head. “No, I couldn’t ask him for that. He’s busy with school, so I’ll be moving in alone.”

Kurapika was quiet for a moment, but she was quick to continue. “Oh, but Ponzu and Pokkle will be visiting me, so I won’t be alone for long!”

He forgot that (Name) and the couple were closer than he thought. She had kept contact with the two as well, occasionally meeting up to chat and catch up.

“That’s nice, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve last seen them, correct?”

“Yeah, Pokkle’s been pretty busy lately, and Ponzu usually follows him around.”

The two continued to chat, until (Name) gasped. “Oh yeah! Did I tell you I was going to whale island next month to visit Gon and Killua? They have a few things to take care of, then we’ll be meeting on the boat there.”

Kurapika blinked. “Really? That’s… nice.”

He had to try his best to hide his jealousy. After all, it wasn’t her fault the two of them hadn’t been able to meet up. (Name) was more than willing to see him, he was the one that was too busy.

After an hour or so, (Name) sighed. “I have to let you go, Pika, I’ve got some errands to run before I leave tonight.”

He huffed, causing the (h/c) haired girl to giggle. “Sorry, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

He nodded. “Goodbye, (Name).”

“Bye, Pika!”

———————

(Name) groaned, setting her suitcase down before plopping down onto her couch. She’d just moved in, with not much to show for it.

‘This is just temporary. No need to decorate or get any new furniture, I just need somewhere to live while I save up for a house.’

She sat up and started to unpack her measly belongings.

‘I really meant it when I said I would get us a house where we could all live together.’ (Name) thought as she looked over the framed picture of her and her friends.

She glanced at the calendar, smiling.

‘Only three months until I see you again, Pika.’

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Addicted to you - Chp.17

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 5966

Summary: Chan and Minho enjoy their newfound comfort in each other despite all the headlines their recent strolls around town made. Chan invites Minho and his parents to dinner to celebrate their "anniversary. " The boys spend their evening alone in a nearby hotel, worrying their friends about possible consequences...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, date night, minho is in love, smut, sub!chan, dom!minho, dom!chan, sub!minho, edging, choking (very briefly), begging

Chp.16 | Chp. 18

We'll be dancin' with the shadows in the night The stars are jealous knowing that you're by my side Feel the adrenaline, acceleration In the course, we'll be drivin' so rough Drive ~ Bang Chan, Lee Know

"Way to go, Changbinnie," Felix chimed in, making Minho chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Minho asked curiously.

"Stray kids members Bangchan and Lee Know are seen casually holding hands," Changbin started off reading some headlines they discovered.

"Stray kids leader Chan taking care of main dancer Minho during his break." Seungmin suddenly could be heard in the background.

"How much does Chan actually love Minho?" Jeongin giggled. "With pictures of you carrying him, Minho hyung holding your ice cream, and the two of you holding hands today."

"The hyungs of Stray Kids - our new power couple Minchan?" Jisung read out loud, and everyone started cheering.

"What's the real reason for Lee Know's break? With a picture of Chan comforting you this morning," Hyunjin added.

"Minho and Chan acting lovey-dovey in the dancer’s hometown. Basically, there’s a looot of international press going around at the moment," Felix concluded.

Chan groaned softly while Minho started laughing. "I love it," he giggled.

"You…Minho," Chan sighed, seeming a little stressed.

"To be fair, they're right, so I’m not gonna panic or feel offended," he laughed and made the younger members chuckle. "Relax, Channie. They'll forget about it as soon as Hyunjin and you release Red Lights in a few days."

"Fair point," Hyunjin laughed. "But seriously, what will you say if people ask about this?"

"If they ask about us holding hands, it's because I needed emotional support. If they ask about him carrying me, it's because my knee's fucked up. If they ask if I love him, I can answer with yes just like I'd do with every one of you. If they want to know the reason behind my break…well, that's a little complicated," Minho said.

"The break is complicated?" Felix asked, confused.

"I…Listen, I'll drive to the house with Channie tomorrow to be on set with you the day after. I'll fill you in on a recent decision I made and ask you for your opinion on something else. It's a lot easier to discuss in person," he answered and exchanged a look with Chan, who nodded agreeingly.

"Oh, you're already coming back?" Jisung asked, surprised.

"Only for a day or two," Minho clarified. "Being away from our hectic daily schedules should actually allow me to rest for once. I'll explain everything tomorrow night, I promise."

"But that decision isn't you leaving us, Minho hyung?" Jeongin asked hesitantly.

Minho's face softened at his anxious tone. "Of course not! You're my family, and that will never change," he said gently, chuckling as he heard them exhale audibly. "Alright, I'm sure you guys have better things to do than stalking us on the internet. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Behave," Chan chuckled before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Minho smiled softly and looked down at the ring on his finger. It fit him perfectly and was subtle but also a clear statement. "I really love this," he told him, unable to hide his pure excitement.

Chan beamed at him proudly. "I planned on asking you to be my boyfriend during that dinner. I had the ring already safely stored away," he told him.

Minho's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I have something for you too!"

Chan giggled softly as Minho took his hand and pulled him upstairs with him and to his room. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the smooth ring against his skin. He couldn't help but smile even brighter. Minho made him sit on his bed and grabbed a box from his window sill.

"It's…it's not much, Channie, and it's kinda cheesy. I prepared this for our first year together, and well, I didn't think I'd need it again so soon," he admitted and walked back over to him. "But since it's exactly a year since our first kiss today…happy first year, Channie love," he said shyly, handing him the box.

Chan took it and opened the lid, eyes widening as he saw its contents. The box was full of pictures of them together with another small box in the middle. He took the first one out, a selfie of them, and smiled softly. Turning it around, he noticed there was the date it was taken with a little explanation of what they were doing and where they were. He looked at a few others and smiled sweetly as he realized that Minho had written little messages on some of them. "That's so cute, baby," he smiled.

Minho reached for the smaller box and took out a silver bracelet. "As it seems we both thought similarly," he giggled and helped him put it on. "This is a reminder that I love you and you're never alone."

Chan smiled happily at it, loving the fact that it matched Minho's ring. "Happy first year, baby," he told him, leaning over to kiss him.

Minho kissed back, full of love, smiling against his lips. "Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and we can look for something that fits you more."

"It's perfect, Min," he promised, holding up Minho's hand with the ring. "See? They fit together perfectly."

Minho giggled softly. "They really do."

"I'd love to take your family out for dinner tonight," he told him, and Minho looked at him curiously. "We can spend some time with your parents for the day. Then, I've booked a suite for us at a hotel just a few blocks away. That way I can show you just how beautiful you are, Min," he said softly.

"Why the hotel room?" he asked, not fully picking up on it yet.

"You don't like being quiet, and I love to hear those pretty sounds you make," he told him, and Minho blushed heavily.

"I don't think I have anything nice to wear," he frowned softly.

"Your mum said she'll take care of it. I gave her my card," he told him.

"My mum knows about this?" he laughed.

"About the first year together and the dinner, yes," he laughed. "I guess they'll figure out the rest."

"Let's spark some more rumors after the morning we’ve had," he giggled, making Chan laugh.

Minho walked down the stairs, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. It was a beautiful satin blue shirt that rested perfectly on his shoulders and fell loosely around his torso. Which was nice because it didn't show off the weight he recently lost.

"I have to say, your boyfriend has good taste," Minho's mother said after seeing him.

"What?" he chuckled.

"He told me to get something blue, saying something about the color fitting you well. He was definitely right about that," she explained. "You look very handsome, Min."

"Thanks, Mum," he smiled and tried not to laugh. Of course Chan would go for blue. He gently fixed his earring and mindlessly played with the ring after fixing his hair once more. Minho didn't look like it, but he was currently wearing a butt plug to be ready for Chan as soon as they were alone. He didn't feel like waiting to be prepped when it was time. Once Chan had gone for a shower, he had used the time to prepare himself for tonight.

Not much later, his dad joined them, complimenting his mother’s dress, but Minho tuned out of the conversation. As Chan walked downstairs, wearing a beautifully fitting black shirt and matching pants that hugged him in all the right places, Minho was speechless. The bracelet shimmered around his wrist, and Minho's heart skipped a beat, knowing this beauty was his boyfriend.

Chan met his eyes, and Minho could see right then that Chan felt the same way he did looking at him. Chan's eyes grew wide, a look of fondness and need to devour him clouding his eyes, making Minho's knees grow weak. He stepped in front of him and smiled beautifully. "God, you look stunning," he told him quietly. "I don't know what’s better; the fact that this color looks amazing on you or the fact that I'll be taking it off later."

"Channie," he blushed and gently shoved his chest. "You look very handsome," he told him sincerely, lovingly brushing back a loose curl.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled sweetly and gave him a soft kiss. "You feel like taking some pictures? Some to post, some for ourselves?"

"Sure, why not?" he nodded.

Chan turned to Minho's parents. "I'd love to take a few pictures of you and your son if that’s alright," he offered. They happily agreed.

Chan positioned them in front of a neutral wall and told them to smile as they took Minho between them. He took their pictures and even got some of Minho's parents for their keeping. "Alright, baby. It’s your time to shine," he giggled, and Minho blushed softly. Nevertheless, he got into position and let Chan take a few fan-worthy pictures.

"Okay come on! Now your turn," he chuckled and switched places with him, taking his phone. Once Chan was ready, he snapped a few photos of him.

Minho's parents watched the two of them, amused, seeing them switch into their more professional mode. But what better way to celebrate the day if not having photos of themselves? Minho’s father walked over to them. "I'll take some pictures of you two together now," Minho's father told them, and Minho looked at him surprised. Minho's father hadn't been exactly against him dating guys, but he never really said anything supportive, either. Especially since both Minho’s very first boyfriend and Chan ended up hurting him. "Go on," he told him and took his phone from him, gently shoving him forward.

Chan wrapped his arm around his waist and flashed him a soft smile before looking to the front. "Fine, public pictures first," he said, and they made sure to look like the best friends they were to everyone out there. After a few pictures, Chan turned to Minho and glanced at him lovingly. Minho met his gaze and smiled softly.

"What?" he asked quietly, growing shy at his gaze.

Chan kissed him in response, and his hold around his waist tightened. Minho blushed heavily but kissed back, hoping his parents wouldn't think weird of him for it. He pulled back and searched Chan's eyes for a moment, breath stopping at the love in them. Chan smiled before turning to Minho's parents. "Shall we leave?"

"You have a moment, dad?" Minho asked gently, and his father nodded. Chan and his mother decided to walk ahead towards the door while they talked. Once he and his father were in the clear, he nervously fidgeted with his hands. "Thank you," he spoke to the older man gently, almost timidly.

"For the pictures?" he asked, confused.

"No, for…actually, yes, for the pictures. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable when he kissed me," he said, bracing himself for a potential disappointment. This wasn’t exactly a topic Minho and his father talked about often, so the comfort levels between the two of them were sorta unknown.

Minho's father chuckled and stepped next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "You look very good together," he told him. "As long as he makes you happy, I see no reason to be against it."

"That means a lot," he told him sincerely. "I think I have something really good going on with him now that we've settled the bullshit."

"That's good to hear, son," he gently squeezed his shoulder and handed him back his phone. "Let's not keep your mum and boyfriend waiting any longer."

Minho smiled at him using the term boyfriend. "Yeah, okay," he nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. The two of them caught up to Chan and his mother by the front door. Minho's smile grew as Chan grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers as they all made their way to his father's car. They got comfortable in the backseat, and Minho was glad it was already dark as Chan rested his hand on his knee. The beginning of the drive was quiet, but comfortable as the four of them made small talk. But his breath hitched suddenly as Chan moved his hand up slowly during the drive and squeezed his thigh teasingly. "Channie," he whispered as his parents were talking in the front.

"Huh?" he asked innocently, his thumb brushing over a weak spot on his inner thigh.

Minho bit his lip and shot him a glare. "Stop that."

"Sorry, you just look too handsome not to ," he giggled before leaning over. "My pretty little kitten," he whispered, and Minho melted into the seat with wide eyes. The words went straight to his dick, and he quickly grabbed his jacket, covering his lap as he felt himself getting hard. "You like that?" he asked softly, and Minho just nodded. "My stray kitten's finally back home," he smiled, and Minho had trouble holding back a moan, clenching around the plug.

"Channie," he whispered weakly. "Not before dinner. Behave in front of my parents."

He giggled softly and kissed his cheek. "Fine."

Minho took his phone out and gently nudged his side. "Wanna choose the pictures to post?" he asked, and Chan nodded.

Minho smiled at the pictures of him and his parents. It looked like a normal photo, and that’s what Minho loved the most about them. But as he continued looking through the photos, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "We don't have any with all of us in them."

"Oh, baby, don't worry. That's fine," he assured him and frowned as Minho searched his eyes almost anxiously. "Did you want one with all of us?"

He nodded gently. "I just thought it would be nice to have my family all together in one picture. Forget it, I'm being stupid."

Chan's face softened immensely, and his heart swelled. "Your family?"

Minho looked at him and blushed a little. "I mean…yeah."

"That's so sweet," he told him, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure we can take one at the restaurant or something."

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"Absolutely," he smiled, and Minho beamed back at him. Chan swiped a few pictures further before humming appreciatively. "Look at you, my handsome baby."

Minho looked back at his phone and chuckled softly. "You're just good at taking pictures."

Chan shook his head and stopped swiping. "Post that one, you look amazing here."

Minho blushed and mumbled for him to stop talking shit. He marked the picture as one of his favorites and smiled as Chan's finally appeared. "That's what you call handsome, by the way," he told him.

Chan groaned softly and hid his face in his shoulder. "You pick one, alright?"

"Okay," he smirked and looked through them before deciding. "Your smile's so cute here, darling."

Chan quickly swiped to the next picture, and they both stared at it for a moment. Apparently, Minho's father had started taking pictures already, as Chan was looking fondly at Minho when he stepped next to him. Minho quickly continued, and they picked out another one to post. Then there were the pictures of them smiling at each other before kissing, pictures of them kissing, and pictures right after that. Minho felt tears brim in his eyes, thinking of the fact that his dad had taken them. Chan didn't say anything but pressed a long, soft kiss on his temple, wrapping his arm around him. "I wish we could post those," he told him sweetly.

Minho chuckled and swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. "Yeah, me too."

"I think I'll have to buy a bigger box," he said, and Minho frowned at him. "I don't think yours will be enough for all our memories."

Minho's face softened. "You want to print those?" he asked, smiling as Chan nodded.

They reached the restaurant, and Minho asked his parents to take another picture. They were also fine with them posting it, and Chan asked a young woman to take it for them. Once those pictures were taken, Chan and Minho had to take some with her as well, as she was a fan. They thanked her and exchanged their goodbyes before joining Minho's parents again. Chan was holding his hand and casually strolled inside the restaurant, telling them his name to see their table.

The evening was lovely, Chan got along so well with his parents, which only proved he made the right choice. They seemed to adore him to pieces now that they knew they had everything worked out. Minho watched them quietly and smiled to himself, clearly able to imagine their future together for the first time in a while. Chan laughed at something Minho's dad had said, and his dimples appeared, making Minho's stomach fuzzy. He couldn't take his eyes off him, wondering how the hell he managed to call someone as effortlessly handsome as Chan his own. Minho reached for him, gently brushing back a curl, and Chan turned to look at him, smiling sweetly. Their hands found each other, and Chan lovingly fondled the ring.

"You're okay, baby?" Chan asked gently, seeing his dreamy eyes.

"More than okay," he said softly, squeezing his hand.

"We'll leave you to it. We both have to get up early tomorrow," Minho's dad spoke up.

"Thank you so much for dinner, Chan. This was lovely," his mother added.

"You're very welcome," Chan nodded, smiling brightly, and got up to say goodbye. He smiled as Minho's mother hugged him close, and his father squeezed his shoulder. Once they were gone, Chan looked back at Minho and smiled softly. "Should we leave as well?"

Minho leaned forward, forgetting about the plug for a moment, and gripped Chan's thigh tightly as it brushed over his prostate. "Oh fuck," he whispered desperately, trying not to moan.

"Minho, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Did he eat too much and get sick? "Are you feeling dizzy or anything?"

"No, relax," he laughed and gained his composure again. "I might've wanted to be prepared for later."

"What?" he asked, confused. Minho grinned to himself and leaned in closer to his ear. Chan’s lips parted as Minho whispered his little secret to him, forcing himself to hold back a groan. "You're killing me, kitten."

Minho smirked, satisfied. "Think you're the only one good at teasing, huh?" he asked. Chan playfully rolled his eyes but swallowed as Minho continued talking. "Feels so good, but I bet you could satisfy me more. Making me feel so full and holding me close so I can take it. And the part I love the most is when I can't do anything about it."

"Is that the permission to go rough tonight?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at him.

"More like an invitation to do so," he nodded. "With a very sweet, please, Channie hyung attached."

"Fucks sake," he cursed softly and grabbed his hand. "Let's pay and get out of here."

Minho giggled. "Wait, we have to do the post before."

"Right," Chan nodded.

"Caption?" he asked after adding the pictures of him, Chan, both of them, and with his parents.

"Uh, wait, let me do it," he grinned and took Minho's phone. He wrote Could you call this a date?👀👀 and quickly posted it.

"Hey! Let me see," Minho whined, and his eyes widened. "Chan."

"You said we should feed the rumors. Also, you love provocative stuff," he smirked.

"You're so silly sometimes! But I love you," he giggled. "Won't we get in trouble for that?"

"Not if it gets enough likes," he grinned, and Minho giggled excitedly.

The journey to the hotel and into their room seemed excruciatingly long. Chan took him to the hotel's top floor, telling him they'd have it all to themselves. Minho scolded him for spending money like that, but Chan shut him up with a short, sweet kiss. As soon as the elevator door closed, Minho found himself pressed against the nearest wall, his lips immediately engulfed in a passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss and pulled at Chan's shirt. "Too many clothes," he breathed out.

"Patience, baby," he said.

But Minho didn't care and started opening the buttons on his shirt. He wanted Chan badly and they were going to be in the elevator for just enough time to feel him, anyways. But he was sadly mistaken as a surprise yelp escaped his throat. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pushed him out against the wall. Minho's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a chill run through his body.

Chan's eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust, and he leaned in close to him, holding his gaze. "What did I just say?" he asked, the bass in his voice lower than before.

Minho swallowed softly and blinked for a moment. "Patience," he repeated quietly. A weak moan fell from his lips as Chan palmed him with his free hand over his pants.

"You think you can do that? Be a patient little kitten?" he asked, and Minho nodded quickly. "Words, baby," he said softly and rubbed his hand over his crotch.

Minho wrapped his hand around Chan's wrist and pressed down harder on his neck to show him he was fine with this new situation. "I can be patient, hyung."

Chan hummed, clearly satisfied, and reached down behind him. His hand slipped into Minho's pants, and he gently pressed up against the plug. Minho moaned sinfully, standing up on his toes to escape the intense pressure. Chan teased him for a bit, enjoying the way Minho melts in his arms. He kissed him softly on the mouth. "Safeword?"

Minho shook his head. "I trust you."

Chan's face softened, and he shook his head. "I want you to be safe."

Minho smiled softly before looking at him through his lashes. "Red lights." Just as he spoke, the elevator bell rang and the doors began to open.

Chan smirked and nodded. He took his hand and led him to their room for the night. They walked in, and Chan wasted no time taking off his clothes, smirking at his boyfriend the entire way to the bedroom. He helped Minho out of his clothes and told him to get comfortable on the bed.

Minho sat back and watched him as he wandered through the room, fully naked, and gathered some things. He spotted a couple of his own toys, Chan's silk, and a blindfold. Fuck, he had come prepared. This man will be the death of me one day.

When finished, Chan came back and climbed onto the bed, kissing him lovingly as he took his hands and tied him up to the headboard with the silk. "Too tight?" he asked gently.

"No, just right," he assured him. Chan adjusted the pillow beneath his head for him so he could watch everything he was doing.

Chan started kissing down his torso, exploring his skin with full lips, tongue, and teeth. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps racing through Minho's skin. Minho panted softly as Chan marked his territory, moaning quietly at the feeling. Chan moved down between his legs and licked his lips at the sight of the plug buried between inside him, sitting so pretty. "Such a needy little kitten, preparing himself for me," he teased with a grin. Minho couldn’t help but whimper in response. "You missed feeling full?"

Minho nodded eagerly, his body and mind submitting to his lover without needing to be asked. He didn't hold back being submissive with Chan because he felt safe and knew he'd take care of him. "So much," he told him. "Miss you filling me up with your cum and calling me yours."

Chan bit back a groan. "Think you can wait for a little while longer?" he asked, and Minho nodded complying. Minho whimpered as Chan eased out the plug, already hating the sudden empty feeling. Chan looked down at Minho fondly. "Be a good kitten, and show me what your tongue can do."

"Yes, hyung," he breathed out, happy to finally please Chan in any way. He watched as Chan moved to hover over top of him, positioning him above his face and placing his hands on the wall. Minho eagerly licked over his entrance, and Chan pressed back with a sweet moan. He started pleasuring him with his tongue the way he knew Chan loved as the older braced himself against the wall. Minho moaned softly against his hole as Chan slowly fell apart on top of him. It didn't take long before Chan was whining his name. "Min- oh fuck." His thighs were trembling, and he had trouble holding himself up, growing heavier on top of him.

Minho made a soft noise, and Chan lifted himself a little, panting heavily. "Untie me baby. You know you won't regret it," he said, his face slightly flushed and dazed. Chan bit back a moan and lowered himself onto the bed, giving in and untying his lover.

Chan grunted softly as Minho shoved him off and turned him onto his stomach. Chan's face was pressed into the pillow as Minho positioned another one beneath his lap. His eyes rolled back as Minho went back to eating him out right away, massaging his ass as he did so. Chan gripped the sheets tightly and pressed back against him, his moans flowing freely and in volume. "Fuck, Minho," he groaned.

Minho pulled back and softly bit his cheek, pulling another moan from him. "Am I doing good, hyung?" he asked teasingly, pushing his finger inside.

"So good, kitten," he praised him. "Don't stop."

Minho trailed kisses along his back, leaving small bite marks as he opened him up and leaned beside his ear. "Would you like your kitten to be rough with you?" he whispered, and Chan moaned, melting against him. "Wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun right?"

"Fuck, Minho, be rough with me," he told him, a little less demanding than before as the dynamic shifted a little. Chan would still be able to have his way later on. But for right now, he longed to feel Minho inside him again.

Minho made sure he had opened him up enough and grabbed the lube, preparing himself. He gently grabbed his ass, spread him apart, and pushed inside. Chan tensed up at the still a little unfamiliar feeling and whined. Minho was very gentle in the beginning, knowing there was no use in rushing it, and soothingly rubbed his lower back. "Try to relax, love," he told him lovingly, pressing small kisses to his back and neck. Chan took a couple deep breaths to relax a bit before he moaned for Minho to start moving. Minho chuckled softly before beginning to roll his hips experimentally.

Chan shivered beneath him and melted into the mattress. He let him start out easy as they both adjusted to the feeling before pushing his hips back to meet Minho’s impatiently. "Min, come on."

Minho snapped his hips forward, and Chan's eyes rolled back. He started moving at a quick pace, pounding into him, and buried his hand in his hair, pushing him into the pillow. Chan gripped the sheets tightly, moaning at the rough pace and falling apart beneath him. Minho groaned and panted above him, his eyes glued to where he and Chan connected. And all Chan could do was whimper his name, back arching at the immense pleasure coursing through his body. "Min, fuck, I'm gonna-" Chan groaned as Minho hit his prostate repeatedly. He kept the same pace, loving the way his boyfriend felt around his cock. Chan shouted his name into the pillow as his orgasm hit him full force, and he moaned needily as he felt Minho fill him up shortly after, moaning his name. Minho collapsed on top of him and panted softly right next to his ear. "God, you're amazing at this," he groaned beneath him, reaching up to fondle Minho's hair.

Minho chuckled breathlessly and kissed his shoulder. "Anything for you," he whispered, which made Chan laugh.

Felix's eyes widened as he saw the new post on their shared Instagram account. He jumped up and opened the door, crashing full force into Jisung, who was about to rip his door open. They both groaned in pain and cursed at each other.

"Are they crazy?" Jisung asked loudly.

"They'll get in trouble for that caption," Felix nodded agreeingly and rubbed his hurting head. Suddenly, Hyunjin's door opened, and he stepped outside. "What the fuck happened to being discreet?"

Seungmin and Jeongin strolled up the stairs and looked at them, confused. "What's going on?" Seungmin asked, and Hyunjin handed him his phone. "Oh…they look cute."

"They look - Seungmin!" Jisung groaned.

"Please, our hyungs know what they're doing," Jeongin said sarcastically, making them all laugh.

"I'm sure they're just playing with the rumors from this morning," Seungmin shrugged. "What do we care? They'll be the ones explaining it if there'll be any issues," he told them.

"Let's go tell Changbinnie," Hyunjin said, and they all went to his room, knocking loudly. After all, he was the oldest at the house now.

Changbin opened the door, frowning at them. "What?" he asked and already got two phones shoved into his face. He looked at it before starting to laugh. "These two idiots know exactly how to feed the rumors without risking their necks."

"See?" Seungmin asked cheerfully. "Told you."

"Are you sure they won't get into trouble?" Felix asked insecurely.

"Oh, please, you've seen the headlines. Minchan, our new power couple," he laughed. "Just let them have their fun. They'll know when to stop and how far they can go. They'll say it's a reaction to all the news headlines, and that's it."

"To be honest, they just don't know how to keep their hands off each other now that they have everything sorted out. However, they've been able to do so before," Jeongin shrugged.

Minho moaned blissfully and let his eyes flutter closed for a moment. He was currently on Chan's lap, bracing himself on the wall in front of him. Chan's hands were on his hips as he was forcefully pounding into him from behind. His head fell forward as Chan's cock brushed against his prostate. He couldn't hold back another passionate moan. "Channie," he panted softly, knowing he'd cum soon. It was inevitable in this position, feeling Chan move so deliciously inside of his walls, hands roaming his body. He loved the feeling of Chan dominating him, the constant string of filthy words he whispered into his ear, and all the ways he touched intensified the feeling of ecstasy. The addition of the blindfold only took it further as Minho’s other senses were heightened without his sight. He was at the mercy of his lover and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chan's hand wrapped around Minho's cock, and he stroked him. "Not yet, kitten," he purred in his ear, and Minho whined softly. He picked up the pace of his hand until Minho was shaking, and his moans grew to a higher pitch.

"Channie, please, I'm so close," he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically taste his orgasm with how close it was. But Chan slowed the movement of his hand to a stop and stilled inside him.

"I want to take my time with you, alright?" he asked.

"You want to make me cry and beg again, that's what you want," he responded with a bratty hint in his tone. He groaned in surprise as Chan smacked his ass.

"Don't get too cocky," he told him.

"Not a wise choice of words," Minho snorted, and Chan chuckled. "Move, please?" he asked after a moment. A sigh of relief left his mouth as Chan began fucking him again.

Chan very easily located his prostate again and hit it with every thrust, making Minho shiver on top of him. He planted wet kisses on his back, right between his shoulders and on the back of his neck. Minho moaned, and his head hung low as he struggled to keep himself up against the wall. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pulled him flush against his chest.

Minho's jaw dropped at the new angle, and he reached back, anchoring his hand into his hair. "Fuck, Channie," he moaned sweetly and gripped the headboard tight as Chan suddenly picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. He couldn't stop his moans from rolling off his tongue and just prayed no one would hear and complain. "Channie-ahh," he barely got out, and his eyes rolled back. "So close," was all he could add.

"Don't," Chan told him firmly, kissing and biting the shell of his ear. Minho shivered at the command, his lover’s dominant aura making him submit more and more.

"Please," he whimpered and gasped as Chan's grip around his neck tightened.

"Beg for it, kitten," he told him, kissing his neck.

A desperate whine left Minho's lips, pulling a groan from Chan. "Please let me cum," he asked, trying very hard to hold himself back from letting go.

"You can do better than that," he chuckled darkly, pinching his nipple.

"Fuck- Please let me cum, hyung. Haven't I been a good kitten for you?" he whimpered, and his stomach flipped at his nearing high. "Please, Channie hyung, fuck!" His mouth ran without thinking by now, his whole body growing heavier on Chan.

Chan let him beg for a little bit before finally giving him permission to cum. Minho didn't need a second invitation, tensing up around his cock and crying out his name in pure bliss. A string of loud moans and incoherent nonsense left his lips as Chan kept thrusting into him, guiding him through his high.

Minho collapsed against him and panted softly, whimpering sweetly as Chan kissed his neck. "Such a good kitten," he whispered softly and gently lifted him off his cock, placing him in his lap. He soothingly rubbed his back and planted soft kisses on his hair. "Are you okay?" he checked in after taking off the blindfold.

"I'm okay," he told him, snuggling into his chest. "But what about you?" he asked and ghosted his fingertip over his chest. He could tell Chan was still hard underneath him.

"I'm fine, kitten. Don’t worry about me," he assured him.

"If you promise to be gentle, I'll let you go again," he told him, and Chan chuckled softly.

"I thought you don't like being overstimulated?" he asked, smiling as Minho straddled his lap with a soft grunt.

"I'd say we've gotten rid of all the sexual frustration now, so let's take it slow and steady?" he asked softly. The look in his eyes told Chan he was longing for it.

"If that's what my baby wants," he nodded, and Minho smiled at him sweetly. Chan connected their lips to a kiss before lowering Minho into the pillows, hand soothingly fondling his hip. He got situated between his legs, and for a few minutes, all they did was share sweet and lazy kisses. Minho melted against him with a soft whine as he once more was buried deep inside of him. Chan kept the promise and went slow and gentle, drawing beautiful whimpers from his lips. Nothing could beat the sight of Minho beneath him, as vulnerable and bare as he is in this moment. Chan pulled back from a kiss and searched Minho's eyes. "I love you. Never doubt that, okay?"

"I love you too," he whispered, smiling lazily at him. "Don't forget about that when things get tense between us."

"This time, I'll be there," he promised, and Minho shut him up with a desperate kiss. He really wanted to believe in that and nothing else.

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