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etheries1015 · 9 days

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He walks in on you touching yourself... (18+ Minors DNI)

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader. Can be read as established or non-established relationship, completely up to whatever your cup of tea is... (Reader for Azul and the tweels is pretty confident and daring. be warned.) Also not proof read.

TW: Touching himself while watching you masturbate, 'unbeknownst' to you. Being caught, mentions of heat.

Featuring: Lilia (separate) , Azul (separate), and the tweels (together...might be OOC. I don't write for them often wahhhh)

Lilia

It was obvious by the sounds of wetness and low whines ringing through the hall what was conspiring in your bedroom. Lilia had dropped by simply to play some games or to say hello, but was pleasantly greeted by the glorious sight before him after making his way down the hall towards your sleeping chambers. With the door cracked slightly, the red-eyed fae had clear few of your naked body sprawled on your bed, hands working at your groin with such vigor and excitement. Fluids ran down your thighs and a layer of sweat clearly coating your flushed body, telling him you have been at this for quite some time. With a raised eyebrow and a smirk quirking on the side of his lips, he could feel his erection pressing against the cloth of his pants practically begging to be freed.

He had little shame when it came to things of pleasure, he himself thoroughly enjoyed indulging in such activities when time permitted. It's a normal part of life, and although he felt mildly guilty for thinking such things when you were touching yourself unaware of his gaze...all reason left his mind the moment your lips uttered his name in a moan that would have been barely audible for a normal human to hear. His eyes open in surprise with his smirk turning into a dark grin, fangs poking out as he bit his lip and began to slowly unzip his trousers.

Freeing himself from his confines, he watched your fingers eagerly working themselves in your hole and the other teasing the outer parts of your body. He thought to himself how much he wanted to be inside you as his cock twitched, yet also wondering how he could just stand there and watch you get off, knowing it was his image in your mind while you so eagerly found your release. Would he ruin the mood if he opened the door and presented himself at that moment? Would you be embarrassed and no longer in the mood? He slowly began using a hand to pump his cock while he watched you through the crack of the door, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips and lustful eyes watching earnestly as you switch positions. You were so...thorough in the way you touched yourself, Lilia almost found himself envious at your own hands stroking attentively to your sensitive spots rather than him.

The second time you moaned his name, he broke in his resolve of keeping his endeavor behind your door a secret falter rather quickly. Removing his hand from his throbbing and flushed cock and lazily slipping his boxers back over his erection, Lilia allowed his presence to be heard as he creaked the door open. Hearing your movements stop suddenly and a small (and rather adorable) gasp escape your lips, the fae watched as you were quick to cover up with the sheets and face flushed a deep scarlet that only enhanced his desire to ruin you further.

"Now now~" Lilia purred, "You were so vocal before, moaning my name like an animal in heat..." He crawled onto the bed, leaning towards you as your gaze so obviously flickered from his piercing eyes to the tent in his boxers, taking note of his unzipped pants and wet spot that soaked through the cloth. His hand quickly grabbed your cheeks and lifted your gaze to his, lips crashing against yours.

"How about you moan for me again, my precious bat? Hmm? I wonder just how loud I could get you the mewl when rather than your fingers, it's my cock buried deep inside you..."

Azul

Azul had noticed something was awry when you weren't there to greet him immediately at the entrance of Ramshackle. The door had been unlocked, almost as if inviting him right in without a worry in the world. He often scolded you for such acts, being rather wary of intruders himself and understanding your disposition of being the sole human in the dorm, he was certain to give you a lecture as he often had.

Walking deeper into the dorm attempting to find you, he could smell something sweet and alluring, something that slowly yet almost simultaneously left his cheeks flushing a slight tint of pink and skin moist with heat at the touch. It was almost a sickening sweet smell- something that he was familiar with only by the definitions of the textbooks.

Heat. Someone was in heat, he could feel it affecting him as such. He took a gulp as his instincts left him wandering mindlessly to the source, hearing the feeble pants of a familiar voice and the sound of wet and sticky skin filling the air as he came closer to the source of the sickeningly sweet scent. Azul began trembling as if he were entering some sort of forbidden den in which he should not be entering. He noticed at the end of the hall a door open, wider than one may think should be. Curious and trembling with anticipation, the merman peaked his head through the rather wide crack of the door, stumbling upon a rather...interesting scene.

He couldn't help but let out an audible gasp, eyes widening before slapping a hand over his mouth and looking away. He pressed his back against the wall, looking down at the clear erection that poked at the cloth of his dress pants. It hurt almost, enough that Azul found himself almost unable to move with the itching need to unzip his pants and release himself of this burning sensation immediately. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see what he had just witnessed...the beloved prefect, someone who was well respected and known around the campus, legs wide on top of the blankets for anyone to see as your fingers buried deep inside your hole with your other hand twisting your hardened nipple. Your hair was a sweaty tangled mess, mouth open lips glistening with drool and lust.

Azul was not used to such erotic behaviors being so close and in eyeshot of him, much less affecting him the way you seemed to be. He couldn't help but guiltily open his eyes and glance again, watching through the cracked door and rubbing his legs uncomfortably. He let out a deep sigh as his hands moved with a mind of their own, dipping the inside of his pants and boxers in an attempt to stroke himself for some sort of release of the discomfort his hardened cock had caused. He watched you with his mouth ajar, his heart pounding so loud he almost feared you would hear it. Your moans began to become louder, almost as if...on purpose. Azul continued to rub his shaft with hesitant and trembling hands, before a moment passed and it seemed...like you two had made eye contact.

It was almost a split second, where he felt as if your gaze had locked onto his through the door. Yet you turned your attention back to your naked body, a sly smile crawling onto your lips. That split second cause his heart to drop straight into the pit of his stomach with guilt, yet at the same time such risk left his body trembling as he used one hand to muffle a high pitched whine that escaped his lips as he shamefully finished in his pants almost as quickly as he had begun. With legs that were shaking and a heart beating so rapid he felt it would pop out of his chest at any second, the merman pursed his lips and wiped his brow, finally finding the courage to use his legs to make a hasty exit...you were quick to interrupt his escape.

"Awwee...did you cum already, Azul?" He froze as you called his name, Azul letting out a yelp of surprise and hung his head low in almost shame.

"No need to be shy," You called out, "Come here. Let your prefect take care of our pretty little octopus..."

Jade + Floyd

You were a brazen soul, something that both Jade and Floyd would admire. Often times your brave endeavors left them astonished and intrigued all the same. The three of you were doing your weekly movie night, but the two could already tell something was different in your actions. The way you would rub your legs together and the sweet scent wafting off of your figure left the two side-eyeing each other with knowing intent. The movie was the last thing on your mind, for under the sheets the warmth that was leaving your bottom half aching with desire left your hands wandering beneath the blankets almost unable to hold back your urges.

"Are you alright?" Jade inquired, watching your focused face flush as you looked up at him with surprise at the question. He looked down at you almost knowingly, his typical smile leaving you unaware of the thoughts that were behind those eyes. You gave him a slight smile and a nod of your head, burying yourself deeper in the sheets and halting your hands from going beneath the cloth of your pants like you so desperately wanted to. A few moments of the movie going on, and you were vividly aware of where each of the twins were on both sides of you.

Floyd was brazenly wrapping an arm from behind your shoulders, while Jade sat with one of your legs intertwining with yours beneath the blanket. You found yourself throbbing more intensely below the pile of warm blankets, the heat becoming far more unbearable as your hands began to snake underneath the blankets and into your pants with no self-control and little regard for the two attractive men who were accompanying you. You pursed your lips and inched your fingers toward your groin, a needy sigh escaping your trembling lips as you began to slowly gratify yourself careful not to be loud or obvious. You couldn't help it, you were so desperately seeking release, and patience wasn't always one of your strong suits.

This went on for a mere minute before a hand landed on top of yours through the mountain of cloth that separated your skin from his hand, Jades face peering closer to yours with eyes glinting with mischief as his nose pressed against yours. "You're rather distracted," Jade hummed, eyes closing as he disregarded the movie that was still playing, "If I remove these blankets, what do you think we will see? Hmm? Something naughty?" you gave a shy nod in response, almost as if testing them to see if their blatant words would become materialized in something more. He glanced up to his brother, Floyd who had a wide toothy grin and a tilt of his head. He moved forward to take a whiff of you, his own cheeks becoming flushed a deep scarlet color while pulling you closer to his side.

"little Shrimpy is in heeatt..." Floyd sang, "I didn't know humans can get that, too. But it's sweet, real sweet," He purred. Jade moved away from you, inching the blanket off of your body to reveal yourself with legs held together and hands taken away from pleasuring your sensitive spot. At the same time, You could hear the unzipping of pants as they both released themselves from their pants, you watched in excitement and lustful eyes as the eels began doing as you had done, shamelessly and brazenly touching themselves with little regard for the place and company they were in. The twins encouraged you by each using a hand to grab a knee and spread your legs open, showing your arousal as your own hands twitched with anticipation and neediness. Shy at the whole endeavor, you found yourself hesitating despite their eagerness.

"Don't get shy now," Jade said, beginning to stroke himself and urging you to do the same.

"Yeah, You started this," Floyd pointed out, "let's have fun together...isn't that the whole point?"

"You must be trying so hard to hold back, aren't you? Let it all go...you're good at surprising us, and were so desperate a mere moment ago.... So go on, give us a show."

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asmosmainhoe · 4 months

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MC draws the brothers

im kinda shy to ask this but, can u make artist!mc drawing brothers and others and them reacting to it?(*´-`)

- @maiitski

Note: This was incredibly fun to write! I also only did the brothers, because I don't write for more than 7 characters in one post

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language

Lucifer

You often draw him when he's working, because then he's absolutely still for hours

At first he doesn't exactly know what you're doing over there with your notebook. The first guess is some kind of study and you're simply looking for some peace and quiet to focus

Once he's done with the mountain of paperwork he walks over to you and glances over your shoulder

Oh wow. The portrait you drew of him looks fantastic and he nods proudly until he notices some special details

"Why are the spots under my eyes so dark?"

"Well, you've been working for hours now."

"I see..my hair looks so disheveled as well."

"You just really need some rest."

A portrait falls out of your notebook when you leave the room and he quickly hides it in one of his drawers. There is no way he won't treasure your hard work

Mammon

To say that it's difficult to draw a picture of the greedy demon is a complete understatement since he's in constant movements

The only time you catch him truly sitting still is when he's counting money after a long day of casino activities

"Look at what I won, MC! Hey, you're not even listenin'!"

"Sorry, Mammon. I didn't notice that you talked to me."

"What are ya doin' anyways, huh?"

His voice gets caught in his throat and he starts coughing violently. Partly to hide his embarrassment

"It l-looks pretty cool."

Translation: THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING HE HAS EVER SEEN

"I can get rid of it if you want me to."

"Are ya mad?! You can't just destroy a picture of the great Mammon! Give that to me."

Leviathan

By now it's routine for you to chill in his room to watch him play in the evening, but sometimes it does get a bit boring. Especially when he's playing a game that isn't your cup of tea

So you take out your notebook and start drawing whatever comes to your mind. This time it happens to be the envious third born

But you can't satisfy yourself with a normal portrait, no. You decide to draw him as if he's a character from the game he's currently obsessing over and proudly show him your work once you're done

You can watch Levi's soul leave his body in real time once he realizes that out of all the cool things in his room you drew him

"I-I can't believe you drew me! Me! It looks so good too! MC, I've got to have this! Please!"

I can see him roll around the room crying and screaming if you refuse to hand over the drawing

Satan

Once he loses himself in a book he turns into a freaking statue

Of course he has seen your drawings before and he absolutely adores them. There are several cat pictures from you hanging on his walls

But seeing you put his own features onto paper is a whole other thing

You manage to make him blush a little and chuckle in embarrassment as he inspects your work

"You're extremely talented. It almost looks real."

As Satan inspects your portrait an idea comes to his mind and a mischievous grin forms on his lips

"Do you perhaps take requests? I'd love for you to draw me tower over Lucifer. Preferably him cowering on the ground while I step on him."

"You know exactly that he will kill me if I do that."

"Oh, well. It was worth a shot."

Asmodeus

DRAW HIM LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH DEMONS

Please, the moment he notices that you're drawing him he's going to strike poses left and right

"Let me fix the light real quick! Oh, I how do I look? Is my hair sitting correctly? Oh, why am I even asking? Of course it does!"

It's not the first time that someone either draws him or takes a picture of him, but with you it's special

Now you have to show him your entire notebook! He has to know if there are more portraits of him!

And there are. Most of them are him in an absolutely relaxed position and often times when he's not dolled up at all

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have gotten ready!"

"You looked the most beautiful in these moments. I didn't wanna disturb them- are you crying?"

"No! OF COURSE I AM!"

Beelzebub

Please, to him you're the most talented artist he has ever seen! And he doesn't hold back with that thought!

One time you drew food just for fun and he ate the entire paper, because it looked way too good. You have to admit that that's quite the high compliment

And Beel has such beautiful and drawable features so how couldn't you put that on a piece of paper?

"Can I see what you're doing?"

The hungry demon gets to lost in it that he's just silent for a very long time. It gets to a point where you worried that he might not like it

"I can throw it away if you want to."

"No, why? I love it."

He never really realized how good he looks until now

"Can I keep it?"

Belphegor

Our sleeping beauty over here is perfect to draw considering he sleeps so still that one might think he actually died

One time you don't even notice that he woke up from his nap and is wondering what you're so focused on

It's only when he leans over to get a peak inside your notebook. You quickly hide the drawings of him, but it's too late for that now. The damage is done and you brace yourself for his teasing

"Wow, you must really like me."

"Shut up."

"This is some Levi-level simping."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

You guys wrestle over the notebook for a little while until he grows tired of it and lays down again with a yawn

"Fine. Keep your secrets. Your notebook is probably full with my face anyways."

"No."

"Next thing I will find out is that you have a shrine dedicated to me."

"You're such an ass."

"But a pretty one."

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theyluvashh · 1 year

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Obey Me Brothers and Dateables reactions to Mc saying...

"It's too big!"/ "It won't fit"

NO PRONOUNS FOR MC I THINK

MC IS TECHNICALLY GENDER NEUTRAL BUT THEY CAN ALSO BE MALE OR FEMALE IF YOU WANT

LUCIFER

He will most likely laugh. And then reassure you that it will. Will definitely ask if you want to stop or not. I don't really think he has a size kink but he definitely likes seeing his cum inside or on you.

While sliding inside of you he will try to ease your pain by distracting you. Will do this especially if it was your first time.

Once he's in, he's back in heaven. Feeling your velvet walls around his cock. If you asked him to be gentle he will be. If you asked him to not go easy on you, be expecting not being able to walk.

Mammon

(Tumblr didnt have yellow😔)

Maybe you won't notice at first (not that he's small hes just GIRTHY) but when he slid in you definitely noticed.

His ego would be stroked. But he would also be embarrassed. Would then check too see if you were okay. If you were then he would ask if you wanted to continue.

Since he is already in you, if you said yes, he would be on cloud nine. Since you felt so good around his tip, he couldn't even imagine how good you would feel balls deep inside of you.

I honestly feel like he would be in the middle. Not really gentle but not also really rough. Unless he gets jealous when his brothers get to touchy with you.

Leviathan

Took him a lot of courage to get to this point. And once you said that he is blushing like a mad man. He knew he was not average size he's a demon but he didn't know that he was BIG if that makes sense.

You would have to convince him that you actually wanted to continue. When you do that it takes a little bit of effort and some lube to get him to enter, one of them.

Tried his hardest not to instantly cum when you enter him. Don't even move or he'll burst! His pace would depend on his mood. If he's in a good mood he would fuck you gently. But if he gets envious he would fuck you nice and hard, but then after he would apologize for going hard on you.

Satan

Would laugh at you as well. But then would ask if you wanted to continue. Would then prep you (the others before and after did as well im just saying it in this one) then continue on.

Would go soft on you regardless of anything. Since he would be afraid of hurting you, then when he gets a little more comfortable he would go rougher.

Asmodeus

He would be flattered that you said that, but then concerned so he would ask you if you want to continue. He would then prep you and try to comfort you as well.

He would go the pace that you want. He would give you kisses along whatever body part is showing to him. Depending on the position, he would also kiss you on the lips.

Beelzebub

He knew he was BIG so he would also be concerned. But also his size kink would be going CRAZY. He would be gentle with you and once you were preped and ready to go. Once you told him he was too big, he honestly got harder.

Even when he's comfy with you, he still is hesitant. He likes how small you are in his hands though

Belphegor

Probably has the most normal reaction. He would tease you though.

Diavolo

Another one who's size kink would go crazy. He KNOWS that he's BIG ASF. He would comfort you and tell you that it's going to be okay, with the most lustful eyes. Looks like he's going to devour you, BECUASE HE ISSSS.

I SWEAR HE IS THE BIGGEST MUNCHHHH, right before Beel. He will take care of you like no other. Aftercare is the BEST.

Barbatos

Would have a poker face, but honestly is dying inside. I feel like he would be sort of a perv, but not bad perv more like good perv if that makes sense. He would have the biggest smile thrusting through your walls.

Simeon

He would be blushing. Madly. He knew he was above average but not how big you were describing it. But even though he's an angel doesn't mean he's innocent. He's lived a very long life soooo.

Solomon

Honestly not shocked. He knew he was above average and most of his past partners have told him this. He would take it slow but then speed up if you wanted him to.

Sorry if this seemed inconsistent.

And that Belphegor's was the shortest. I didn't know what to write💀💀

#obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #male reader #female reader #gender nuetral reader #theyluvashh

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Hi Panther! May I request a concept with platonic Arceus (Pokémon Legends: Arceus) and a reader who was transported to Hisui for similar reason as the game.

The reader finishes the Pokédex and stops Volo, expecting to be sent home. Except Arceus keeps giving them more tasks, trying to postpone sending them home for as long as possible.

Really hope this is legible, thank you for taking the time to read this! :)

Isn't it weird how you're never actually sent home in the game?

Overprotective! Arceus Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping (Technically), Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Forced companionship.

Arceus, the God of all Pokemon, the creator of this world.

This Pokemon chose you to go back in time and start the first ever Pokedex in Hisui.

You were taken from your era and region to complete such a divine journey.

At first you were very scared of what the divine Pokemon was planning.

Yet you adapted surprisingly well to your environment.

Arceus no doubt watched as you roamed the distant lands of Hisui.

They watch you craft supplies, they watch you catch Pokemon, they see you treat them with care.

They see you speak with other humans and help solve their problems.

The Pokedex grows and flourishes as you explore.

Arceus grows to enjoy watching this human.

Even though they are supposed to be above companionship, they find themselves wanting yours.

Perhaps deep down they are even a bit envious of your team.

You are simply meant to kickstart certain events yet Arceus has realized they don't want to leave you.

Arceus watches you catch Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina… they watch you find all sorts of different legendary Pokemon.

By the time you eventually meet Arceus again after defeating Volo and completing your tasks, the God has a plan.

Arceus will allow you to catch them as they see you worthy, plus they want to be close to their human messenger.

You expect them to bring you home.

But the Pokemon only tilts their head as they insist there's more work to be done!

For example, what about a Shiny Pokedex adventure?

What about looking for different weights and sizes?

Oh! What about the friends you made?

You wouldn't abandon them, would you?

You wouldn't want to abandon the Pokemon you have either, right?

Honestly, your fate is meant to be here!

You're meant to have your descendants here, this is how it was all meant to be.

You are creating the future and present by staying in the past!

This is the fate Arceus chose for you.

The God also doesn't want to part from the human they chose.

You are their messenger with the power of God in your hands.

If you ever feel homesick, the God knows.

They pop out of their ball whenever they wish and press their head into you.

They reassure you that you belong here!

They'll be your partner until the very end.

Others will respect you if you have them at your command!

“Command” is used lightly… they simply let you tell them what to do.

In reality, Arceus is in control.

They may comfort you but they have no remorse for what they've done.

They've taken you from your home.

They've forced you into a task as destiny.

Arceus never plans to let you go… even if you do everything they say.

They claim you… you're stuck with them for as long as they'll let you live.

#yandere pokemon #overprotective pokemon #yandere arceus

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ellilyre · 1 month

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Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that

Leo transmasc headcanon

(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. It’s not true.))

(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)

it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect… His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered.

However, it didn’t go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away.

There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool.

Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume he’s cis.

Don’t ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. It’s a long and weird story.

The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms.

Piper was his roommate, that’s how they met.

In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known he’s trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).

But Jason doesn’t have much (any) education on transidentity… At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that “ooh ok that makes sense".

Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet.

He has such a fragile masculinity

Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. He’s aware he’s acting like an asshole but he’s terrified of being perceived as feminine.

Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.

He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.

Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks.

Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular… Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious.

He is very envious of other boys in general.

When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the men’s restroom…

Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that they’re gonna find out.

And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys… And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either.

Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others.

Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.

The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc she’s cool and wise and nice.

And then he saw it actually was ok. She didn’t treat him any differently, she didn’t tell anyone else. She was cool with it.

He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piper’s help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico.

He’s not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And it’s enough.

He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. He’s still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo headcanon

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cherri-balms · 1 year

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popular girl reader x sal? maybe they’re seeing each other secretly and she’s kinda mean lol

OMG!! Thank you so much for sending in your request for me! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous, but I'm excited too! I'm kind of going for a very free-form style for the time being while I get used to getting back into the swing of things! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

I couldn't tell you why but I found this particular request very intriguing, I ended up taking a lot of creative liberty as I went going! I really hope you enjoy it!!! >v<

RAITING: G || EWC: 2K || READER GENDER: F ||

♥𝓢𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵♥

♥Getting Together♥

♥〉〉 This kind of reserved, mean exterior is nothing new to Sal, at least after having to deal with Travis picking on him for most of his high school life. So needless to say he's gotten a bit of practice in this department! ♥〉〉 The difference between you and Travis that Sal hadn't dealt with yet (and made it just a tad rougher to get to know you), was that Travis was very clearly a confused kid without a healthy way to deal with his problems at home. You, on the other hand, were a bit more complicated to read.

♥〉〉 It seemed like you had everything a teenager would want. Every guy seemed to want to be with you, and every girl wanted to be you. You had lots of friends, good grades, a beautiful figure, and the most envious trait:

♥〉〉 A beautiful face.

♥〉〉 He couldn't understand why someone like you felt the need to be so stand-offish toward everyone. Maybe you really were just as stuck up and entitled as some of his friends Larry say you are?

♥〉〉 All this together should've made him stop, to pull his hand away from the fire before he got burned... but the temptation of the potential warm comfort outweighed that logic.

♥〉〉 He really became a moth in your light. Sal wanted to get to know you with each interaction, but not the intimidating [y/n] everyone had put up on a pedestal. Rather, he found you to be a rather tricky puzzle he couldn't put down until he solved it once and for all.

♥〉〉 Sal wasn't surprised his hardest challenge was just being able to get your attention. This was the other big difference between you and Travis: Where Travis went out of his way to get a rise out of Sal, you either blew off any attempt he made or one of your friends was quick to take your attention back.

♥〉〉 All while giving him that "Who do you think you are talking to someone like her" look he was all too familiar with throughout his life. It was also something that made him envious of your good looks even more...

♥〉〉 After an intervention from his friend group he was all but ready to give up until he finally got his moment alone with you.

♥〉〉 It was late in the afternoon when all the clubs were letting out and the sports teams were finishing up with practice. Typically, Sal wasn't the kind of guy to stay after school preferring instead to continue his ghost investigation in Addison Appartments.

♥〉〉 But, art was his weakest subject. With Larry and Ash busy getting tutoring from Todd for their own academic struggles he had to take it upon himself into putting in more elbow grease to bring his grades up with the teacher. As the sun began to set earlier during daylight savings, the nearby coast's storm clouds had moved in over Nockfell, making their presence known with the loud warnings of thunder before the inevitable wind and rain.

♥〉〉 Before Sal could worry about getting home, his cell vibrated with a text from Larry letting him know he and Lisa were on their way in place of his dad.

♥〉〉 When he headed up to the front entrance to wait for Lisa and Larry, he didn't expect to see you sitting up against the wall alone, looking down at your phone.

♥〉〉 "[Y/N]? I didn't expect to see you here so late.." His start at conversation only got him a quick glance, your appearance illuminated in the spotlight your phone gave in the dim lighting of the school after hours. Alright so far, not so good it seemed...

♥〉〉 Waiting a few moments to see if you would respond, he tries again, "Are you waiting for your ride? I'm waiting on mine right now, can I sit with you?" Same as before, silence. This time though you had scooted over just enough to let him sit next to you. Hey! That's progress!

♥〉〉 "That was what I was waiting on. I only stayed this late because I was going to dinner with my friends after they finished tennis practice, but they cleared out early when the weather got bad and forgot me. Well..." you move a little closer to show Sal the texts you were just having between your friends, and what he read made his stomach churn.

♥〉〉 The messages revealed they hadn't forgotten to come get you at all, rather they left you there on purpose as a sick joke knowing you had no way home. Sal didn't even try to hide his frustration, not even able to read the rest of the texts.

♥〉〉 "Don't make such a big deal out of this Sally Face. They just wanted to inconvenience me a little, we do stuff like this all the time."

♥〉〉 Seeing this happen to you hit especially close to home, as his "friends" back in Jersey had teased and messed with him in similar ways. It wasn't until he met Larry, Todd, and Ashley that he got to see what it was like to have a proper support system.

♥〉〉 He could also see a little further into your attitude now, it was almost like treating others and being treated with cruelty was just an expectation...

♥〉〉 Sal knew he wasn't going to be able to change your entire outlook with one conversation, but the least he could do was show you that same compassion his friends first showed him as bright headlights soon flooded the room from outside.

♥〉〉 "I'm gonna ask Lisa if it's alright to drop you off home too, it's way too dangerous to walk home at night- let alone in a storm like this."

♥〉〉 "The hell you aren't." The sudden blunt rejection was most certainly not what he was expecting, but neither was the light tint of pink your cheeks held. "Like I'm gonna let you of all people put me in a debt, I'll get home just fine. But, here-"

♥〉〉 You took out a pen from your bag and started scribbling something down on his hand, something he couldn't quite read in the lack of proper light. "This is just so I can let you know I got home safe, alright? Don't be a weirdo about this later." You didn't waste a second after that to leave the building (and him dumbfounded)

♥〉〉 Stepping outside himself, Sal finally got a good look at what you had written down on his hand.

♥〉〉 It was a phone number! Your number! An odd, and honestly quite crude way of giving him your number but hey, he wasn't upset.

♥〉〉 Once he finally got home he shot you a text letting you know who he was and that he was safe, finding himself glued to the screen until he got a reply back.

♥〉〉 Eventually his nerves were put to ease when he got the reply, and for some unexplainable reason, it made his heart skip a beat when he read it:

♥〉〉 > Hey Sally, lyk I'm alive. Drenched, but alive. > Sorry for leaving so suddenly, thank you for keeping me company

♥〉〉 Maybe you really were just a normal girl after all ♡

♥Being Together♥

♥〉〉 Getting into a relationship wound up going quicker than expected after your first proper encounter!

♥〉〉 Sal was quick to realize that you were never intentionally trying to be mean to him, not even really as a front for your friends. Rather, none of your snide remarks had any weight to them at all; the definition of hot air.

♥〉〉 Because of this your relationship was never really intended to be a secret in the start, rather you were still getting used to genuine communication and tended to revert to your typical ways in public. While Sal understood, both of your social circles just thought it was business as usual.

♥〉〉 Even when you had started transitioning into more romantic forms of affection, Sal was already not one for PDA so even your social status aside he wasn't really ready to venture into heavy romantics immediately.

♥〉〉 Which was something you found oddly sweet about your growing bond with him, because as one would expect you had been on many, many dates before Sal. You both had a dynamic where you were able to show the other a foreign kind of relationship you weren't used to.

♥〉〉 The problem arises when you do secretly date on purpose...

♥〉〉 See, Sal is wildly known to be an awful liar, and even worse when it came to keeping secrets.

♥〉〉 Between him turning down hangouts with his group, checking his phone a lot more often, and just in general having a different air to him everyone could tell he was hiding something. Larry most of all had been suspecting Sal had a romantic partner behind his back before anyone else though.

♥〉〉 Furthermore, you had slowly begun drifting away from your old friend group. Not only that, but you'd been rejecting date offers a lot more frequently.

♥〉〉 It finally took one specific day of repeated bad luck for Larry to finally get frustrated enough to say something. with a combination of a failed math quiz, a minor argument with his mom earlier in the morning, and the god-awful bologna to eat Larry was especially not in the mood to put up with Sal's distance in the conversation.

♥〉〉 "Sal, with all due respect can you PLEASE just reveal your secret date or pay attention to the conversation."

♥〉〉 Proceed to the dead silent, blank stares from everyone at the table. Yeah everyone suspected it (and had a feeling Larry was going to bring it up first) but no one thought he was going to go nuclear with it.

♥〉〉 "Ugh- haha Larry- what are you talking about I'm not dating-"

♥〉〉 "Don't even try that Sally Face we all know a man in love when we see it."

♥〉〉 For once Sal was kind of glad he had a prosthetic face. It made it very easy to hide embarrassment in times like these. Either way, the cat was out of the bag and he figured he had to introduce you to his friends eventually, so maybe this was an open opportunity for them to get to know you!

♥〉〉 "Hmmm... How about instead of me telling you, I introduce you guys to her. Is that fair?" The promise of actually getting to meet Sal's girlfriend already piqued the group's interest by far, so they didn't fight him when he left to go retrieve you.

♥〉〉 When Sal came back with you, however...

♥〉〉 Jaws were on the floor, Ashley may have gotten milk up her nose preventing a spit take, and Larry...

♥〉〉 "Break up with her." "LARRY-"

♥〉〉 Unfortunately here is where your previous treatment of Sal is going to bite you in the ass. The gang had a difficult time accepting Travis already, as a friend, but you as Sal's girlfriend is going to take a lot of work convincing you aren't just taking advantage of his kindness.

♥〉〉 It's actually because of this Travis is the first one you were able to befriend within the group- and actually got pretty close with. While in different contexts, Travis believed your claim of being influenced by toxic people in your life and genuinely meant no ill will to Sal. Hell, even outside of Sal's group you two hung out quite frequently.

♥〉〉 No one by far is surprised, but the hardest member to sway over was Larry, but also obtaining his blessing was something important to both you and Sal.

♥〉〉 Time is the only thing that will get his approval. If you stick with Sal long enough to prove you're serious about dating him then he'll know you're genuinely making an effort. ♥

#🍓My one and only!#🍫Chocolat Chocolat you make me feel #Fluff #Sal Fisher x Reader #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face #Sally Face Headcanons #🌹FIRST POST OUT IN THE WORLD AHHHHH!!!!♥♥

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whole-circus · 10 months

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I was wondering if you'd put your depiction on the creepypastas if the reader was a Tomie Kawakami like entity. I don't know if you have ever read or seen this character by Junji Ito or not so only do this if you're comfy

PS: have good day, hydrate and rest °v°

Creepypastas with Tomie Kawakami like!

➥ with Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Eyeless Jack, "Ticci" Toby, BEN Drowned, X-Virus

Hi! I just LOVE that idea!! I must say I enjoy reading Junji Ito's works (even if Tomie wasnt my fav)! Here you go hun, if you want some other characters feel free to say! >:3 Good day for you too, take care! Also you waited so long im sorry, I had to made small break and now I feel like my "work" is shitty!!!!

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Jeff the Killer

Okay I feel like at first Jeff would pretend that he is not into you..who knows why? His own deep insecurities? Or he just doesnt like the idea of how flirty you are? You know, he usually is the one making first move and toying with others (making them obv uncomfy, he act like definition of "white straight good guy" lol). But no worries, he does find you absolutely cute, thinks you are prettiest person walking on earth (and you are all that actually). Listen, he wont magically turn into huge simp..but! you make him feel things. Congrats, you have high chance to broke Jeff and make him lovely-dovely on his weird way towards you! No matter if you are already in relationship with him or not, he gest pretty possesive and jealous over you! Come on, you cant be all pretty and cute AND have everyone all over you! People who adores you might end up dead before you will be able to kill them. Definitely would try threaten people to stop talking to you..its up to you if you find it cute or scary tho!

Jane the Killer

Jane gives me huge femme fatale vibes so i feel like you would really vibe together (no matter your gender)! And come on!! She understands the need of revenge like no one else!! Jane wants to beat Jeff ass! Adores you so much..not only you are absolutely gorgeous but also pretty smart too! Appearance matter in some way to her, but I think she would actually be into intelect and personality more than how you look like. And the fact that you are such a great manipulator!! You will make her fall in love with you even more. She is such a cutie im telling you! Jane is jealous but she puts that aside all that aside and she just worries about your yeah well technically you cant die, but what damage your brain will damage your brain and stay for long time! She doesnt want you to get hurt, even if you are doing the big scary job here!

Eyeless Jack

Demon partner with demonish partner? Isnt that perfect? Yeah yeah, you are diffrent from eachother but definitely have common ground, arent you? Dunno why but I feel like your charm wouldnt work on him just becasue of what he is. That doesnt mean that he doesnt find your ass cute tho! He just you know..its not really obsessive but more of actual feelings. Even if other pastas fell in love with your character too, then Jack would be a bit diffrent and at first fell for who you are and not what you look like! When it comes to possible of jealousity, he is not that much of envious about people who you flirt with/or they flirt with you! He clearly understands that you do it more for your..entertainment and to cause chaos (and maybe some sort of revenge). Also he is immortal, you are immortal - best couple to ever exist! You will spend eternity with eachother so he doesnt have anything to worry about!

"Ticci" Toby

Damn reader, you will break Toby! He gets so shy and so blushy around you.. Especially if you are flirting with him! Doesnt really like the idea of you and other people being a bit flirty. He gets jealous easly and it leads him to being insecure and doubtful of himself - he knows that he is not perfect, and all your actions make him even more anxious. Toby does care so much about your opinion so he just bottles it all up, not wanting to mess up even more! But I bet you are smart human being and feel that something is wrong. Just reassure him that you love him a lot and he is way diffrent than people you talk to (well, he is in fact atill alive, isnt he) and he is good to go!

BEN Drowned

Ben is Ben, not a simple thought in his head. Yeah kidding, but he just cant help but simp over you so so much! Like he is down on his knees at your service the second he sees you! Dont get me wrong, you are not only what you look like but its the first thing he notices about you! It would be almost too easy to manipulate him, but we dont do that here..(at least I hope so). Anyway, he literally worships you, you are the most good-looking person out here! And he is a ghost, he has seen a lot. About your habit of flirting around and then watchin somebodys downfall? I cant say he is not jealous, but he wont show it. Also finds your actions pretty funny. Who doest like to see someone dying becasue of their stupidy? Yeah, definitely not Ben, loves the chaos you cause.

X-Virus

Cody enjoyes how flirty you are! Okay well, maybe he only enjoys that if you are flirty with him! For real, you get him all giggly and blushy to be honest. Its so easy to tease him and so fun to look at! Propably tries his best to do the same but fails miserably. Your relationship give me a bit of nerd x popular partner vibe lol! You know, he literally spends half of his time in lab or studying for fun + Cody propably stinks. Now here you are, having such a mesmerizing appearance!! (You are fun to be around to, lets not be so vain!) . At the same time he asks many question, its just in his nature to enjoy knowing things. He just cant help but wonder what or who are you..but who wouldnt want to know that?..And please try to get idea of testing you or making small experiments out of his small silly head!! He is weirdo like that! But at the end of a day he is your weirdo!

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the color purple

you and jamil have ice cold sweets of blue and red together on the beach's shore

~jamil viper x gender neutral reader~ word count: 1.5k words

written entry for @merotwst and @cvlutos's Jamil's Summer Contest! pls do enjoy! and also check out everyone else who entered too using the tag!

“What kind of popsicle stand only has two flavors?” You said, bewildered, holding up a blue, frozen treat you had just gotten from a nearby vendor—gazing at how the sweets shined and reflected underneath the sun. It had only been moments since you’d purchased it, however, as you continued to gaze at the sugary snack, you began to notice how the popsicle had already been melting under the heat of the beachside shore.

So much for a cool down, you sneered. What was the point in buying a cold treat if it would just melt away the second it touched the atmosphere?

“It is a bit odd considering it only features popsicles.” Beside you, your boyfriend had reached out to your form, signaling for you to hand him your trash, as he flipped his braided hair away from his shoulder, “You’d think they’d invest in more choices to satisfy different customers.” Jamil spoke, voicing his thoughts on the matter all while guiding his eyes to his own strawberry flavored popsicle—the red of his treat contrasting with the blue of your own.

“Yeah,” you continued, licking the blue popsicle in your hand in the process, “But, hey, at least we got something. The beach was scorching hot earlier; I think we deserve at least this much.” Squinting up to the setting sky, a bead of sweat then ran down the side of your forehead at the utterance of your words. You lazily wiped it away, making sure it wouldn’t collide with your eye, as you turned your attention back towards your boyfriend who seemed to be least affected by the heat compared to you.

It’s like his body doesn’t even sweat; it just sparkles— You observed, half of you envious of the young man and the other half adoring the sight before you. It was as if Jamil had always had the upper hand against you—whether he was aware of it or not—just by simply existing in the world as his effortless radiance caused pulses of your heart to skip and turn and churn into a rose-colored oblivion. Indefinitely unfair to you, but Jamil had found a certain smugness to his expression whenever he’d catch you dreamily staring off into space or fanning away a pink color from your face at his actions.

Jamil looked back at you, also eating away at the treat resting in his hand as the red from the popsicle already made its way to tinting his lips, “True enough.” A silence much too comfortable to interrupt then played between you two as you both made your way back to the shore you’d spent your day in, dipping your feet into the water as it caressed the sides of your ankles with the sea’s consistent waves. The day at the beach had been long yet exhilarating starting with you, Jamil, Kalim, as well as the first years deciding it would be fun to take a trip to the coast on your vacation off from Night Raven. You looked back at the day spent with your friends as the sun lowered from its place in the sky along with the many shades of pink, scarlet, and orange encapsulating it in the stratosphere. You looked back at the memories you had, the moments and seconds you’d spent that day, laughing with everyone around you, as splashes of saltwater flooded your mind in bliss. You saw as the volleyball you all had played with hours ago flew miles above your heads in your memories, the castles Ace and Deuce had built before its destruction by oceanic waves seconds after, and even the birds who’d dive down to your little group, attempting to sneak a small bite from Kalim’s food—all of it, you reminisced.

Although, as you continued savoring the sweetness of your blue popsicle on the coastline of the sea, you had come to find that there’d been one final thing missing from your trip to the shore before it would end, and that was—

“Ah—Sorry,” you noticed Jamil hesitantly apologizing as you jumped up in surprise, feeling a familiar hand softly stroke the side of your cheek. To your left, Jamil had suddenly been inches closer to your form than he’d usually been, appearing as dumbfounded as you, while a whisper of the breeze whistled through your ears alike. You watched the sun continue to set while golden rays of light reflected onto the waves of the beach and into Jamil’s charcoal eyes, ridden with nerves and hidden anticipation you could not pinpoint just yet. “You just had a little…” Jamil softly spoke with his hand still lingering against your now rosy face, “sand on your cheek.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” your words began to fumble, struggling to maintain eye contact with the man, “Thank you.”

Another period of silence cut between the two of you as you both stood frozen still in the shallow water as if both of your bodies denied the melting heat of the sun. As more time had passed, a greater tension built up between you and Jamil, one filled with curiosity, anxiousness, nervousness, and adrenaline. It caused your stomach to freeze, your breathing to stop, and your heart to halt at the uncertainties that could happen next. You and Jamil were expecting something from one another. Something magical. Something fearful. Something you’d been wishing to do for ages. Something worthwhile.

The main question you two had for each other, however, was what?What had you wished for from him? Or what had he wished for from you?

“This is really random, but…” you finally said, peering back at the second year’s now questioning face, heart gradually picking up its pace and beginning to race further than a marathon. “Have you ever felt what it’s like to be kissed by a person yet, Jamil?”

A droplet of your popsicle then proceeded to slowly drip down the stick keeping it in its place.

“No… I’m afraid not,” Jamil replied, his usual composure still being maintained by his calmness—however, this time, with an increasing shade of pink that could rival the sunset in his cheeks.

“Then…” you stepped closer, making you two only centimeters apart, “Would you like to? Experience it, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t be… opposed to it.”

“Okay then.” You placed a delicate hand to his face just as he had done earlier to you, whispering, “Close your eyes.” At the utterance of your words, you could almost feel the flutter of his eyelashes as they closed shut, the final image being you closer than ever as he subconsciously guided his hand to your waist, engulfing you in warmth you’d take any day rather than the burning of the sun. Your lips quickly found each other, both eager yet unsure, as you slowly led him with every movement. Passionate yet gentle, smooth yet anxious, tender yet desperate—it was as if so little yet so many emotions coursed through yours and his touch alike with each electrifying moment. With the frozen treats now long forgotten, you continued placing slow kisses on Jamil’s lips as the blue and red from your popsicles dripped into the water beneath you. He tasted like strawberries and sweetness, dreams and a plethora of ecstasies.

Lips connected like two pieces of a flustered puzzle just as you raised a hand to run it through the silk locks of your boyfriend’s hair, causing him to lean into your touch, relaxed and satisfied. Was this what it was like to have the upper hand against a partner? To discompose the ever-suave Jamil Viper? You smelled the salt of the water around you, the sweetness of the melting popsicle in your hand, and the familiar scent of home you’d always catch every time you were ever near Jamil. You felt the refreshing chill of the breeze, the waves of water against your feet, and the feeling of him hugging your waist tighter as if you’d disappear the instant he’d ever let you go. Slightly opening your eyes, you saw a line of palm trees swaying with the wind, a pair of love birds flying in circles above you, as well as the relaxed expression of the boy in front of you as you kissed him.

All things at that instant had just felt… right. Like you were always meant to be here at this exact time, at the exact place.

Perfection as it were in a movie.

“HEY!” The voice of your cat-like friend had then intruded the scene as you and Jamil instantly pulled away from each other, with you lightly touching your lips in a daze and Jamil attempting to recompose himself. “We’re about to head back to the—Wait,” Grim, who was now a couple feet away from you, paused, examining your appearances. “Did you guys get grape popsicles? Where?!” The young creature exclaimed with woe. “I thought they only had two flavors, dammit!”

“Grape?” you asked as a laugh escaped your mouth from your friend’s obvious questions, “Grim, what do you mean? Of course we didn’t have any grape—”

Jamil, however, shot his head up first at Grim’s questions and you second upon hearing your exchange with your familiar as you checked your bodies for any absurdities, immediately suspecting one main culprit.

You looked at Jamil, intently, thinking the same thoughts, “Oh, Sevens, no—”

Purple.

The lips of both you and Jamil, rather than the separate shades of blue and red you expected, were now purple.

a/n: breaking news! writer who has not even held hands with someone romantically attempts to write a kissing scene 🕺 (pls tell me u get why their lips are purple now tho-)

#jamilssummercontest #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twstnexus #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #twst jamil #jamil x you #jamil twisted wonderland #jamil twst #scarabia #gender neutral reader #♢the scribe♢

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Butterfly | Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: Romance, angst, poetic prose

Pairing: songwriter! Hyunjin x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: this story contains ANGST. but it is NOT MAJOR, so I won't be revealing further information because it will ruin the PLOT TWIST. 🤫 ;;; Reader dates men, reader is called muse, Hyunjin is hopelessly in love he's literally so far gone, butterflies (?), longing, everything is poetic (cuz i mean it's me who wrote it, by this point poetic prose is just who I am as a person)

A/N: I was cutting onions and decided I want to make others cry with me. BUT I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT, inspiration Ily

Hyunjin was glad he met you today.

He had been struggling with writing songs, and you were always the fix for it. It wasn't a lie, that an artist must have a muse - well, it's not that he must, but it would be beneficial to - lyrics flow out of him freely when he's around you.

He thinks the two of you might be magical - that you both come from fairytales, each one with a different life lesson to teach; and yet you met in this life, and became real. It didn't matter if you were flattened down to this dimension of existence, because Hyunjin could still see it - he could still feel it - the magic of it all.

You were always the saving grace whenever Hyunjin couldn't finish a song or even start one at all. He couldn't say that inspiration struck him when he was around you, because it was you who struck him. You, with your beautiful hand and fingers, struck him down, mercilessly, sadistically, weighed down his heart with feelings he won't escape even in multiple lifetimes. You were the savior of his career, and Hyunjin often wondered if you even cared to listen closely and picture your face in the lyrics - because if you did, you'd realize just how much of his dark and twisted world revolves around you.

But the songs he wrote about you were his upmost favorite. He has a soft spot for the one he called "Stray cat". It was when he just had a horrible fight with you, and as he wondered the streets in the dark, alone and miserable, a stray cat crossed his path. Looking at the adorable creature, Hyunjin thought to himself they were very much alike in that moment. He was also just a stray cat without you, without a home to return to. You were all that Hyunjin considered to be familiar, warm, comfortable. In a world where families didn't exist, he'd invent the concept himself just to marry you.

Or there was the song he entitled "Roots" because of some douchebag of a friend who said some nasty things to you during a vacation at a mountain resort. Hyunjin will never forget him, the way he made you cry - although karma hit back quite fast, because a couple of hours later said friend tripped over a tree root and ended up face first in the mud. That day, Hyunjin had told you "people like him are just like weeds. You grab him by the hair and pull him out without even putting force into it. It's the ones who grow roots into your heart that you should be careful about."

There was also "Moonlight"... but Hyunjin wasn't that proud of himself for that one. You were the most gorgeous fairy that night, sat around the campfire on the beach, strawberry and chocolate bits at the corner of your lips. You laughed so hard, smiled so loud that even the moon was envious. Well, and so was Hyunjin - jealousy overtook him that night, because he wanted to be the one to make you smile so bright. He knew it was petty, and he never did anything about it, never admitted it to you, but wrote a song to ease his heart. But if Hyunjin were to be honest, he'd admit he's quite scared of the day when he wouldn't love you and want you with such passion. It is this heaviness of emotion, these imperfections that plague your connection, this darkness residing inside of him because he loves you too much - these are what makes it possible for him to live musically. His entire life was an orchestra, an array of screaming violins, a theatre play with no end, an epic poem with no God in it to be his savior.

He knew not much was necessary for him to have material to write about. You just had to be next to him, he just had to let the moment happen. A comfortable silence as you're sitting next to each other, on cute wooden chairs, outside a coffee shop, enjoying the summer breeze; that's all that was needed. You were there, in this reality, with him. You weren't really paying attention to him, as you were busy tapping away at your phone, but Hyunjin didn't mind. If you were to be looking at him, he'd immediately get embarrassed - because his eyes give him away. His eyes give away the gentle admiration he has for you, the violent urge to lock fingers with you, the world ending thirst for just one kiss, the tears that threaten to escape him when he thinks of a world without you. The look in his eyes makes him feel ashamed, so he's glad you're looking away.

A butterfly lands with grace on top of the sugar box on the table, and it's like he perches up towards you, to give you a kiss on the nose. Hyunjin can't help but laugh, for he knew from the beginning you were made of magic. It was only you who didn't see it.

The butterfly is calm, gently moving it's white and pure wings, and it even sits still for you to take a picture. Then, few second later, the butterfly slowly flies away, and you wave him goodbye, as if he was a dear friend you're sending off for holiday.

You smile at Hyunjin and his heart wants to come to a stop, and yet it beats faster, and yet nothing is happening. He's stuck in limbo, in between and regression and a progression, in a present that is not related to the past, nor the future. All at once, they're happening all at once, and he desperately wants to be able to love you.

But he cannot. Because five minutes later, your boyfriend Minhyuk arrives to join your hangout, and as you cling to him and give him a kiss, Hyunjin's world goes back to black.

He desperately wants to be able to love you, but all he can do is hate you. Hate you for being so magical, so beautiful, for being his home, his moon in the sky, for you growing such roots inside his heart.

It is true, every artist needs a muse. And only you can inspire Hyunjin like this, only you can make him suffer in such a way. Only you can turn his life into an array of violent violins, only you can make lyrics flow out of him so freely.

He's ashamed to use you like this, ashamed of the way he looks at you, ashamed he's written so many songs about a friend. When people ask him what the secret behind his creative genius is, he knows exactly what it is: shame.

But he can swallow it down, much alike everything else: his longing, his pain, his jealousy, his envy, his wrath, his sadness, his heartbreak. He can swallow them down, if he puts them all in a song.

He was glad he met you today.

He's on his way home, softly sniffling on the bus, hoping no one can hear him, and his fingers are furiously typing down lyrics to a new song, called "Butterfly". Considering how much pain he feels, he hopes the song was going to be successful.

Butterfly

Whenever I see a passing butterfly,

I think of you, and with sorrow, I sigh.

From it's fluttering wings I want to run away,

"Just a little longer" my heart will say,

For you to change, I think I can no longer stay -

Because it's gotten clear as day,

That you don't love me anyway.

©amelee23 do not copy or repost.

*Minhyuk is not supposed to represent any real human person

I hope you have enjoyed reading! Please leave me some feedback 🙏

I'll give you a gold star if you can find some ways I did foreshadowing about the plot twist 😉

That's it have a great day y'all muah 💋

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milktei · 1 year

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hello! i know this is random, but i think your blog is so cute and i love the aesthetic of it. but…i was hoping you would write for al haitham? reader is pregnant and wakes him up at like 5 in the morning because the baby is kicking so hard? i think that would be soo sooo cute!!! 💕💕

Little Fighter

Alhaitham x pregnant!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

a/n: hope you enjoy anon! nil Alhaitham is my baby girl so i was really excited to write this. While it’s on the shorter side i think this is the most sickly sweet thing I’ve written so far :D. I also tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible ehe

You could kill someone.

That’s what swarmed your mind as you stared at the wall of the bedroom you shared with your dear husband.

You loved the room, you both decorated it yourselves (with the scrutinizing of a certain blond) it was an oasis after a long day of work and almost always guaranteed comfort.

Almost always.

You loved the room but not so early in the morning. The sun hadn’t even risen and yet here you lay awake as a majority of the city continues to slumber.

All because of one tiny thing.

A tiny foot stomps itself against your abdomen, sending a wave of pain through your body and causing you to involuntarily gasp out loud.

Yes your tiny little fighter that was growing within you seemed to already have inherited their strength from their “feeble scholar” of a father.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the pain subsided, rubbing your distended belly in hopes that it would calm the baby within you for the night. Although, in the back of your mind, you knew that once they started, it would be a long time before they decided to rest.

You turned away from the wall and towards your sleeping husband. You glared at him, envious that he was still fast asleep and unbothered as he wasn’t tasked with growing a living being within him.

Without warning you felt another hit to your poor stomach, you yelped this time. It seemed the battle your little one was fighting within you was growing.

The man beside you shifted and you froze, it wasn’t long before you were greeted by the sight of sleepy multicoloured eyes, ”is something wrong?”

You pouted at your husband, “your child has decided that right now is the perfect time to be awa-AH!”

Now wide awake, you husband looked at you in shock as you curled in on yourself, holding your belly. He leaned down towards your face and rubbed a soothing hand down your arm.

“Are you alright dear?”

You waved him off and pushed yourself to sit up against the headboard with a huff. You narrowed your eyes at your bump, “your child is an even earlier riser than you are ‘haitham”

Alhaitham chuckled up at you, “Our child dear, I’m sure they get they get those bursts of energy from you.”

You crossed your arms playfully and scoffed “it’s never this early though.”

A large hand caressed your bump, a soft look crossed your face as you watched your husband gaze tenderly and in awe where your child resided.

“Hello little one,” he cooed before kissing where he felt movement, “I’ve heard a peculiar rumour that you’re keeping a certain someone awake already.”

Alhaitham was answered by another jab to right where his hand was resting. Both of you stared at your bump for a moment before breaking into a fit of sleepy laughter.

Alhaitham wrapped his arms around you as best as he could and nuzzled into your stomach, and you instinctively began running a hand through his messy silver hair.

You sighed happily, despite how early it was, you couldn’t find it within yourself to be as grumpy as you were mere moments before, not with a sight such as the one you were witnessing

“I think we have a bit of a trouble maker on our hands wouldn’t you say so ‘Haitham?”

You were greeted by silence and when you looked down you saw that he had in fact fallen asleep once again. You sighed down at his sleeping face.

“Lucky bastard.”

Alhaitham’s newly found rest would not last long however as another kick was sent directly to where his cheek rested.

He flinched awake and looked all at you in confusion, your body shook in silent laughter as you saw the look of realization cross his face as he looked back down at where his head once lay.

He narrowed his eyes at you stomach and leaned closer, “so now you’re trying to make it fair hmm?”

In this room you had curated with your husband, the room fills with the first signs of daylight, your shared laughter, and most importantly, pure, unmistakable love.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff

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diegowife · 11 months

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Guts ( GOLDEN AGE ARC )

Guts As Your Boyfriend SCENARIO

No Warnings

A Bit Yandere ¿

Part 2 ( NOT CONNECTED ): Post-Eclipse

• First of all, his other comrades could gape in disbelief seeing someone like you, kindhearted and gentle, deserve a fierce man like Guts.

• In spite of his intimidating presence, it was difficult for them to accept that he could indeed be your boyfriend as all he does is brandish his sword and ruthlessly slaughter any human that crosses his path on the battlefield.

• PDA is something that Guts despises. Its presence, particularly in public, is something that he would certainly find quite awkward. Unsolicited neck kisses from you are also something that he strongly disapproves of.

• In private, his affectionate nature truly reveals itself. Displaying his profound fondness towards you in the presence of his comrades is not his preference. Nevertheless, it is essential for everyone to be aware that you are exclusively his alone.

• In the forests, the only setting where he feels comfortable showing affection towards you publicly (restricted to just the two of you), he doesn't hesitate to embrace your waist. Occasionally, he enjoys teasing you.

• He also adores clasping your waist and drawing them near.

• In the initial stages of the relationship, the only terms of endearment he utilizes for you exclusively consist of ‘Dumbass’ and ‘Jerk.’ This should come as no unexpected revelation.

• Upon reaching a state of comfort, he consistently addresses you with the customary term while incorporating either ‘Love’ or ‘Babe’ depending on his mood.

• Engaging in his physical touch involves allowing him to place his head on your lap while you delicately run your fingers through his hair. It is also experienced when both of you intimately intertwine your fingers.

• Seeking comfort from your touch is the sole method to alleviate his concerns, which consistently proves effective.

• Before embarking on the mission commanded by Griffith, he adored the gentle and tender quick kisses on your lips.

• “Take care, yeah? I will not be dead, I promise.”

• Other than that, he may display reckless behavior and may not even show concern for offering an apology.

• In every debate, he is swift to lay blame on you and incessantly strives to emerge victorious, even though he is often the one who started the argument.

• Despite his stubborn nature, he refrains from criticizing or belittling you when engaged in an argument. To illustrate this, he does not resort to using derogatory terms such as ‘dumb,’ ‘stupid,’ or ‘fool.’

• “Tch, y'know, I have reached my limit with the nonsense you constantly spew. Don't talk to me again and deal the problems with yourselves this time!”

• However, his words are not intended to be taken seriously; they are simply a dramatic expression because the next day, he would present you with a quantity of fruit collected from a tree and placed in a bucket as an earnest gesture of apology.

• The bestowal of gifts is not a preference for Guts; his offerings consist solely of flowers plucked from the garden or a handcrafted floral crown fashioned only during his leisure moments. Indeed, he does not possess an inclination towards bestowing presents.

• “Dumbass, at least I got a present for you. Why are you even complaining?....”

• In spite of everything, Guts inevitably starts feeling envious when witnessing your increasing intimacy with his allies, especially Griffith. Even though Griffith is Guts' closest companion and depends on him, Guts remains uncertain about allowing you to interact with him.

• Guts becomes aware that both genders exhibit great enthusiasm toward Griffith and regard him with reverence akin to that of a God. Guts has his reasons for discouraging you from spending too much time with Griffith; who can say if you'll end up becoming a devoted fan of Griffith in the future?

• One time, during your conversation with Griffith, Guts unexpectedly approached the two of you and forcefully pushed you aside.

• Noticing Guts becoming sullen and defensive is truly precious. Nevertheless, your genuine displeasure arises due to the fact that you exclusively perceive him as the only person with whom you can communicate.

• “Why the hell are you spending some time with that twink?!!? I'm literally right here!”

• Occasionally, Guts can exhibit rather confusing behavior sometimes. On one occasion, he may display intense passion towards you, while on the following day, he might become perplexed if you attempt to establish more comfortable with him, catching him off guard.

• “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”

• “Why did you try to kiss me?!”

• Exist of having a partner or in a relationship seems to slip his mind, almost as if it disappears from his thoughts. It wouldn't be fair to hold him accountable for this oversight; perhaps it's a result of the immense fatigue he experiences while engaged on battlefields, hindering his ability to grasp his thoughts accurately.

• In addition, Guts held a deep concern for your well-being. Take, for example, how Judeau and Corkus extended an invitation for a shared wine drink. However, Guts swiftly confiscated the bottle, forcefully shattering it on the floor.

• “Don't you ever dare to accept anything from what my comrades gave you.”

• He strongly advises against you engaging in any potentially dangerous activities without his knowledge. Ultimately, he fears the consequences that may arise, envisioning a situation where you end up succumbing to intoxication, mirroring the experience of his late father.

• “I don't want you to be as pitiful as my old man back in the days....”

• Guts observe his peculiar sense of pride when Y/n is unexpectedly praised for the noticeable growth of his muscles or when he emerges victorious from a duel. He dismissively chuckles, portraying himself as the utmost embodiment of strength, impressing his partner.

• Demonstrating his biceps and measuring himself against others is his preferred method of flaunting his strength, allowing him to observe your entertained response proudly.

• “Me? Strong? Nah, I ain't really that strong. But keep in mind, I'll be the last man standing on a battlefield!”

• When it comes to sharing food, Guts is highly possessive. He refuses to relinquish the final portion of food to anyone else.

• “Nope, get it yourselves....”

• In order to provoke him, the optimal method and most effective tactic is to approach his fellow companions, such as Pippin and Rickert, and engage in the act of food sharing.

• Upon witnessing Pippin and Rickert tenderly feeding you food as if you were a little girl, an intense surge of anger welled up inside him.

• With a firm approach, Guts would seize your wrist, voicing his frustration, “What on earth are you doing!?” It was as if he had conveniently forgotten his own unwillingness to share food with you.

• On the other hand, if he discovered you crying, he observed as you concealed your face within the depths of your knees. An expression of confusion caused his brows to elevate, prompting him to playfully poke your head multiple times.

• “The hell you cryin' for?”

• Regrettably, he failed to acknowledge that his actions simply exacerbated the situation. With a sense of agitation, he clumsily tousles his hair as he finds himself unfamiliar with the task of comforting others.

• Besides, he never had anyone comforting him, so he's obviously shit at it.

• “Gahh... how do I deal with this...”

• When your head rises, instantly his gaze falls upon your face, where red and swollen eyes meet his sight. Observing you in such a state causes a momentary pause for him; a sense of tranquility overtakes him as he descends and bends down alongside you.

• Witnessing you in such a state inflicts upon him a sensation akin to a sharp blow to the chest. The brewing question in his mind is, what if the fault lies upon his shoulders?

• “Hey, now, I don't like seeing you this way. Tell me exactly what happens.”

• Instead of yelling at him to leave, he anticipates your outburst, yet you continue to sob incessantly.

• Having a lack of aptitude in offering advice, Guts excels in the art of listening. He remains attentive to every expression and release of emotions you convey. Not once did his attentive listening falter, ensuring that your words were never overlooked.

• He'll let you bury your face into his chest and enables you to cry your heart out.

• Therefore, with a heart full of warmth, he will greet you with his most radiant smile while gently patting your head.

• ”Crybaby. Smile; you're adorable when you smile more.”

• In the midst of slumber, Guts will unanticipatedly carry you in a bridal style, gently cradling you in his arms, to an undisclosed destination amidst the woodlands.

• The destination to which he will take you remains uncertain. This gentleman is inclined to lead you up the hills, near the river, or perhaps even closer to the summit of the mountain to instill feelings of fear within you.

• Occasionally, he would drop you off under the tree as you and he sat together, allowing both of you to marvel at the crescent moon illuminating the night sky.

• Throughout the night, a transformation would take place within him, causing him to adopt a gentle demeanor. This shift in behavior can be attributed to the absence of people and the serene night air that envelopes him.

• During cuddle sessions, Guts will softly press his lips against your jawline, all the while gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb. The warmth and comfort of his hugs are undeniable; whenever his tender touch graces your skin, you experience an overwhelming sensation of melting in his presence.

• Murmuring sweet words to you is his habit before dozing off to sleep.

• “Tch, you never fail to steal my heart..”

• “I feel so safe with you; it's embarrassing...”

Thank you so much reading !

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the-guilty-writer · 11 months

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Criminal Minds PRIDE Fic Challenge!

Here we go! First writing challenge ever and I'm even more excited about the theme. During June I ask fic writers to challenge themselves a little bit by writing a piece that is LGBTQ+ inclusive!!! Don't let the topic intimidate you; If you want to participate, but don't know where to start, there are prompts to help. All the fics will be collected in a Masterlist that will be avalible by July 1st.

Note: if you have accessibility issues with this post (or any of my posts!) let me know and I can send you the information in an accessible format.

Prompts and rules are under the cut!

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These prompts are only ideas to help get you started! You can write any LGBTQ+ centered fic you want! Feel free to modify any of the more specific prompts to your liking.

Prompts:

Character coming out to their friends/family/the team.

Character's found family is more supportive than biological family when they come out.

Characters go to a pride parade/festival/event!

Characters discuss queer coding in media.

Character(s) explains their new, queer relationship to a child.

Character 1's child comes out to them. They go to Character 2 to ask what they wish their parents would have done.

Character 1 is having an identity crisis (gender or sexuality). They go to Character 2 for help.

Character 1 is confident about their identity. Character 2 isn't, so they ask for some advice.

Character 1 takes Character 2 to a gay bar for the first time to act as their wingman/wingwoman/wingperson.

Character 1 is unsure if they're attracted to or envious of Character 2's confidence in their identity.

Character has been dating Morgan, but realizes they're not attracted to men. He isn't sure how he ended up in this situation twice, but it's the perfect opportunity for him to play matchmaker for his ex girlfriends.

Character comes out to the team (or it's just pride month) and Penelope goes a bit overboard with decorations.

For the writers who are intimidated by this topic or unsure if they can write it: write something with GN!reader. It's less intimidating than you think, and it can make someone's day to be able to read a fic they might otherwise not relate to!

Bi and Pan Prompts:

Character 1 has always thought they were straight, but they realize their feelings for their best friend, Character 2, are more than platonic.

Character 1 is in a straight passing relationship and worries about the visibility of their queer identity. Their partner is incredibly supportive in helping them express themselves.

(NSFW) What does Emily really do during a sin to win weekend?

Trans and Nonbinary Prompts:

Character 1 gives Character 2 a gender affirming haircut.

Hotch teaches Character how to shave.

JJ teaches Character how to do make up.

Character finds themselves needing gender affirming clothes. Rossi makes sure they have the best of the best.

(NSFW) Character 1 gifts Character 2 gender affirming lingerie and it gives them quite the confidence boost.

Aro and Ace Prompts:

Character 1 keeps trying to set up Character 2 with people/telling them to find someone to help ease their stress. Character 2 has had enough of it.

Character has a monthly spike in libido and it makes them question their identity. Spencer tries to help with a ramble about science (NSFW add on: and a few other ways).

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Rules:

The fic can reader insert, OC, character x character, general fic, etc. as long as the character(s) is from Criminal Minds (yes, even the ones I don't write for).

Fics can be any genre and can be platonic or romantic in nature... and yes, this includes smut (I know, I know my brand is ruined. Oh well). You must be 18+ if you are going to submit smut. You all know I love platonic fics very much if not more!

You can write something new or dig up something you've already written! I'm also happy to add on fics that are sent to me after the masterlist is posted.

Tag me in your fic or message me the link. Please list the ship, content warnings, and have a 1-2 sentence summary of your piece! If you have multiple pieces, you can submit a mini masterlist.

Be kind and respectful! Reach out to me if you have any concerns. This blog is a safe space!

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Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for the support and for sending some of the prompts from discord! (and telling me it's safe to tag @foxy-eva for this too)

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Okay so I loved your draconic!friend Toothless, but what about draconic friend hookfang?

I assume you mean the fic named Draconic Friend with Toothless? Either way I ended up making this a concept as I wasn't quite sure if you wanted a short like Draconic Friend or not?

Draconic Friend - Clingy Toothless Scenario Here

Yandere! Hookfang Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective dragon, Clingy dragon, Jealousy, Violence, Implied death/murder, Forced companionship.

Hookfang would act cold and uncaring st times.

He typically bullies other dragons but that doesn't meant he doesn't care about others.

He seems like he doesn't care for Snotlout, his rider, but he does.

For this concept I imagine you are a friend of Snotlout.

As a result you are often in close contact with Hookfang.

Hookfang is definitely more teasing/aggressive with Snotlout, yet shows preference towards you

When he first met you he appeared uncaring.

Although as you interact more and even introduce Hookfang to your own dragon, Hookfang begins to care more.

Hookfang is known to be like Snotlout, it's why they work so well.

He's proud, mischievous, picks fights....

Snotlout and Hookfang are considered rivals to Hiccup and Toothless.

Something to notice is Hookfang isn't as volatile around you or your dragon.

He actually seems behaved with you, showing manners towards you and your dragon.

Snotlout may comment on this, showing envy at how well Hookfang behaves for you.

Which leads to Hookfang scoffing and nipping his rider....

Hookfang is mischievous so he may be teasing with you and your dragon.

Maybe he even shows envy of his own towards your dragon.

He playfully pushes you around in and attempt to pester you, he is also asking for affection.

I imagine in this situation Snotlout definitely rants to you about the fact Hookfang gets along so well with you.

Hookfang now comes to you for affection and is playful, while he is more cold with Snotlout.

You probably tell him it's due to the personality of him and his dragon... but things get weirder.

Since you mentioned Draconic Friend, I'll lean the plot to something similar to that.

Hookfang is no doubt envious of your own dragon at times.

He loves Snotlout but you are... much less annoying?

If Snotlout makes Hookfang upset the Monstrous Nightmare ends up finding his way to you.

The dragon looks annoyed when he sees you so close to your own dragon... flying around so gracefully.

Which may lead to Hookfang picking fights with your dragon, similar to Toothless in Draconic Friend.

You no doubt report this to Snotlout.

He tries to tell you Hookfang picking fights is normal but you aren't buying it.

He never did that before with your dragon....

Hookfang is also oddly clingy when you're around.

You'll be talking to Snotlout or your dragon, then Hookfang sneaks up and grabs you by the back of your clothes to drag you off.

Snotlout would whine to Hookfang that he's replacing him.

The thought is unnerving... yet might be closer to the truth than you would've liked.

Hookfang begins to show jealous and cruel behavior towards your dragon.

Things like smacking them with his wings or tail, maybe even nipping them.

When it comes to you? An uncharacteristic sweetheart.

He wants you to pet his head, he wants you to ride on his back.

He acts much different with you than Snotlout.

You try to redirect his attention to his rider but Hookfang only scoffs.

You know something has to be done the moment Hookfang flames up at your dragon.

You suggest to Snotlout that you isolate from each other for a bit.

Which leads to you riding your dragon to another island for awhile.

Whatever's wrong with Hookfang should be gone by the time you get back... right?

So you make a camp and live away from the others.

It's been weeks before anything happens.

You think things went okay, surely they did, right?

When you see a dragon you think it's the others telling you that you can come home.

You find it weird that they sent Snotlout with Hookfang... but maybe they wanted to explain things?

Maybe apologize?

The truth starts to creep in when Hookfang lands... with no Snotlout.

You feel your heart stop for a moment as Hookfang gives you a possessive look.

You want to ask what's wrong but your dragon quickly steps in.

Something's wrong....

You may not know it yet, but Hookfang doesn't plan on letting you leave with your dragon.

Truth is... he's claimed you since he became attached.

He escaped from the others to find you.

Now that he's found you...

He'll make sure he's the only dragon you have to rely on.

#yandere httyd #yandere how to train your dragon #yandere hookfang #platonic yandere

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sunofpandora · 2 months

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Virago: Chapter 3 part 2

Neteyam x fem na’vi!omaticaya!reader

Characters:

Ka’lik- (like you would pronounce “Malik”) Y/n’s father, deceased, a warrior and hunter of the

omaticaya clan. A teacher to young warriors undergoing iknimaya.

Zensira-deceased, Y/n’s mother, spider's adoptive mother, a strong hunter and the best singer in the omaticaya clan, and a teacher to young hunters.

Kailo-(Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male)

Popiti-(tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

(Also idk how many of you know this but Jake’s ikran’s name is canonically ‘Bob’.)

(WARNINGS!

Sharing a sleeping hammock with the opposite gender (non-romantically)-

Neytiri hating on spider/ mentions of insecurities, heartbreak, war,/ fluff/ angst/ mentions of hunting, killing animals, mentions of therapy, military, ptsd, romance, pining, use of military terms/codewords/ Let me know if I missed anything.

Authors note:

This is part two of the chapter 3 trilogy. ‘Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.’ I wonder what happens next?

V I R A G O

Chapter 3;

Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

Part 2

Y/n’s pov-

Word count: 28k (split)

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Y/n’s pov (still hunting with jake)

“Killer shot, kiddo. Two for one.”

Jake chuckles as he ruffles your hair, carrying the yerik meat in the sack thrown over his shoulder.

Before he can pull his hand away, it gets caught on one of the stray hairs in your braids. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut. You were always a bit tenderheaded.

“Ow-”

“Oh shit. Hold on, kid.”

Jake quickly untangles his bracelet with your hair, smoothing down your braids for good measure.

He chuckles as you keep walking, matching his pace.

“Sorry about that, kiddo.” You shrug, your eyes now focusing on the culprit that laid on Jake’s wrist.

It 5rtga bracelet, but not like any kind you’ve seen before.

It was woven with a leather string that looks like it was falling apart at the seams, and the small, braided fronds that held some sharp looking crystal chips. Worthy of impaling someone. Especially the extra long, jagged, one that stuck out on the left side of his wrist.

You weren’t at the thought of just wearing something like that the thought of the poking and pushing of the sharp edges into your skin, almost seemed unimaginable.

You would think, after being in his life for the last 18 years, you’d by now have a complete understanding of the inner workings of Jake Sully.

That would include his wardrobe choices.

To your knowledge, Jake didn’t usually wear some thing unless it had a functional purpose. So why on pandora would he wear this death trap on his wrist?

“Where did you get that?” you ask, attempting to make your burning curiosity not sound interrogating.

Jake Glances down at his wrist before looking at you.

“ oh, this? Tuk gave it to me. Just a few days ago.”

Well that explains it.

It slips out of your mouth before you can actually stop yourself. One thing about you that not many knew is that you were quite impulsive at times. It’s faded throughout the years. Disappearing under where age drew some extra lines and scars on your skin. But mostly? You got better at hiding it.

“That looks painful.”

You slap yourself mentally before you can even apologize in Jake chuckles.

“It is, but I promised her I wouldn’t take it off.”

You figured, and you admire that about Jake. His ability to keep his promises.

Being a dad meant sacrifices. Alas, what kind of love didn’t?

You don’t think it’s a real love unless it has you scrambling to reach your redemption.

Love is envious of the granted calmed magnitude of simple pleasures.

You hopped over a rock as you kept pace with Jake.

“Well, you aren’t the only one wearing Tuks threads.”

You show off your wrist and the bracelet Tuk made for you, when you first moved in the high camp, and started living with the sully family.

The patterns clearly juvenile, evident in the mismatched colors and diversely shaped beads. Vibrant and loud.

Jake feigns a scoff, a smug smile drawing it’s place on his lips.

“Oh, I think I win this time. I have her latest piece.”

He mocked your movements, showing off his own wrist as he placed the sack on the ground next to him, retiring to sit on a ledge as he refilled his water flask by the small creek. The sounds of water trickling down the stream make your wears twitch with the familiar symphony.

You take a seat next to him, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t think you’re special. the poor child is probably just taking pity on you. A mighty war hero, such as yourself should be given newer things to make up for his old age.”

Jake splashes water on you, and you lean back into the tree. Your laughter refreshes the air, disrupting the once quiet aura.

Jake can’t help but crack a smile. He fidgets with the monstrosity of a thing. It truly was painful to wear. The way it poked and prodded at his skin he even had a small cut on the back of his hand from where the extra large crystalline bead had abnormally stuck out of its place.

He looks back at the sky as your laughter dies down the air, regaining its quiet wholesomeness.

“one of the things I love most about the Navi, is their appreciation for one another.”

You blindly scooted forward. Your peaked interest is now obvious. Thrashing like a freshly hunted fish in the hollower corridors of your brain.

The blazing white raw rays of the sunlight now hued itself a muted golden through the canopy of the rainforest, as the cerulean of the sky darkened ever so slightly with the fast approaching afternoon.

“Back on earth, humans don’t wear jewelry made by their children. Hell, they don’t care much about things like that at all.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, before speaking once again.

“What were your parents like?”

Jake’s eyes widen a bit, as his gaze focuses on you.

Something or someone made of old memories and coppered flesh awakens in Jake.

Ruins of something, perhaps someone crippled and crinkled in the cramped corners of Jake’s mind.

Like the skin of a shadow. A story with a silenced narration. Transparency and uncertainty.

Jake Sully sometimes swore he saw ghosts.

It kept him up at night.

The lingering smells of smoke and ash, blood and sweat, the once radiant green of the short plains surrounding hometree withered in a gray dressing gown of grief.

Before he learned to see.

He grasped the essence of life: the immunology of pandora. The power, the secret to growth, a true appreciation for the relative importance of things, order, and balance. For Jake, time was dwelling itself on a melting clock. Things change when your sent light years away from your home planet. You realize you're living the very days your younger self once dreamed of, or you're still waiting for that fabled, future time.

Not too late to forget the sins of his past.

Some say ‘to sin is to be a human’

Well. I guess that doesn’t really apply to poor Jake. Does it now?

With the corpse of a culture now forgotten, the fallen hometree rots.

Jake prayed to eywa his memories could rot with it.

Ghosts aren’t real. Are they?

If they are, they certainly aren’t a figure under a white sheet that make spooky noises and only appears on Halloween, no.

Ghosts are lingering souls who cling to the youth of their nostalgic memories.

Ghosts don’t belong in the light because they can reminisce in the past far easier in the darkness.

Ghosts don’t like the day time.

The daytime is filled with the vexatious luminescence we call sunlight.

Sunlight provides close to no sanctuary from the world.

No shadows are cast, no contingent comfort in the darkness.

The stars that scatter across the sky carry memories.

The rain travels throughout the dreary dark skies. Scorched with mist.

Jake still wakes up in a cold sweat, after memories of hometree’s destruction haunts his dreams. He could still hear Mo’at’s low wails ring in his ears, Grace cursing under her breath as each breath drew out like a shaky pencil line drawn on a concrete surface.

Besides seeing them, Jake might as well have been a ghost.

A shell of something he once was.

Jake swallows before leaning back a bit more.

“I don’t remember much about them.

My father’s name is Damin. My mother’s name is Camille.”

You nodded. trying to visualize a human family. Ones who walked, talked, breathed and looked like spider.

“Didn’t you have a brother?”

Jake nodded.

“Thomas. Well, we called him Tommy.”

You leaned back with him. Taking a swig out of the water flask he offered you.

“You’re younger sibling. Just like me.”

Jake nodded, raising his flask in a celebratory manner.

“Cheers to that.”

You gazed up at the trees, your fingers tracing the patterns in the foliage above.each leaf, each ray of light that slithered past the cracks in the quilted hues of green.

“Do you ever miss him?”

It comes out as a whisper. it’s soft spoken.

There’s a displaced sense of comfort that swallows Jake. Like a sheen of a cold Summer Sun encompassed the air.

“Sometimes I think I see him. When I see Neteyam, and Lo’ak.”

Brothers are interesting creatures.

Like a plant forever tangled at the roots. Siblings can be soulmates. Not the romantic kind.

Someone to forever reminisce in ‘remember when’ stories and sun bursting fresh patches of grass, trampled by a children’s feet.

Invisible strings unsevered.

“Guess I’ll always carry a piece of him with me.”

Jake awkwardly chuckles as he gestures to his body. The body that was meant for his brother.

“Seems to be a common theme with you.” You reiterate. Gesturing to Jake’s uncomfortable bracelet.

He nods, pointing to his beaded leather necklace. Much neater than Tuk’s handiwork.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jake take it off. Ever since you were a child.

You knew the small green beads were from when Jake was training for his Iknimiya, gifted to him by Neytiri.

You couldn’t help but think how sweet it was that he wore some thing of hers. Even after all these years, the beads must’ve been worn out, lost a bit of shape. And yet, he wore them with pride.

You start to remember kiri’s words from earlier. How she said you reminded her of the stories she would hear about her adopted mother in her youth. The stories of her bravery. Her courage, her defiance, her days of battle and heroism during the war.

You had always idolized Neytiri. When you were a small child, your favorite stories were the ones of her, your mother, and Sylwanin causing trouble around the clan’s hometree as a child. Your mother told you that you were just like Neytiri during her childhood. Always the wild child who came back from playing with sticks in your hair and mud on your elbows.

It wasn’t just her rebelliousness you mirrored, apparently.

She carried herself with constant bouts of compassion. For her people, her home, the forest. She was made of a fire that could never truly be extinguished.

Violence was never a delight, but for you and neytiri, it was a familiar sentiment. The substances of your souls were intertwined with grief-ridden impulses that were strengthened by agony.

War was no excuse for turning people into weapons. But in all it’s horror and fire hazard, something as beautiful as you was forged from the flames.

You and neytiri were stories woven by the same threads. Both of you Losing the people you love most, then seeking vengeance with no bounds.

“What was she like?”

You whisper, leaning towards Jake a bit more.

“Neytiri. What was she like when she was younger?”

Jake scoffed. Putting his hands to rest behind his head, his elbows stretched on either side of his head.

“Oh boy. Where do I start, kiddo?”

You shrugged, getting comfortable in your spot.

“Wherever you see best.”

He thought for a moment.

“What was your very first impression of her?”

You prompted.

Jake was silent before blinking.

“Uh….oh.

Intimidating.”

Your face went blank. Expecting something similar to a story or a thousand words of her beauty and strength.

“Really? That’s it?”

Jake shrugged.

“For lack of a better word. Yes, she was intimidating. She scared the shit out of me.”

You huffed. Crossing your arms.

“C’mon. I want the details.”

He chuckled.

“Well, she made quite the impression. she tried to kill me.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“And that was attractive?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

You thought of a younger neytiri. Trying to place yourself in the shadow of a once looming star.

Jake cleared his throat, speaking again.

“You know, I think I really found out what love meant when I met her.”

His words sink in for a moment. An unfamiliar shudder that’s not quite discomforting travels up your spine.

“How so?”

You ask. Jake thinks for a moment.

“I never wanted kids back on earth. I never wanted a wife, or a white picket fence life.

Well, I did at one point. Then I met war. And war wasn’t friendly. Because war showed me that some people fall in love, get hitched, have kids, and fight to protect for the people they love when they end up dying in a war anyways. And somewhere on the other end of that spectrum is an enemy staring at you through the scope of his sniper. And when he kills you, he kills a father, or a mother, or a sister or a brother. And then it just repeats.”

War was no unfamiliarity. War made you who you were now.

And you didn’t like who you were now. Something trapped in a shell of a static shade of white. Convulsing with hunger. Thrashing with anger and agitation.

The worst thing about war is that once you live through it, you never really live past it. You can survive war. That doesn’t mean the war ends. All your potential was bred from destruction and the absence of stability in your life. Everything being ripped away burned or killed. You start to purge yourself with thoughts of violence that is sickeningly soothing. Gutted in the lament light of a scorching moonlight, forever aching for the tethered tenderness of the sun.

“No one wins in a war.”

You mutter, leaning back, your head resting on Jake’s forearm.

He nods, patting the side of your waist.

“A was a marine. A dumb grunt who thought the na’vi were just talking to trees and praying their own damn brain cells away.”

You fidgeted with your bracelet, and stared up at the clouds,

Jake spoke again.

“Your a warrior. I’m a soldier. But we both have blood on our hands.”

You stared at your palms. Much smaller, slimmer, lithe hands compared to Jake. Yet, scars still littered your skin.

“I don’t see it. The blood.”

You whispered.

Jake gently rubbed your back.

“Sometimes it doesn’t what to be seen.”

You blink up at him. Gazing at the taller man.

“I thought love was my greatest enemy. Because I was afraid I saw too much shit to love anyone properly. Why do that to them? Why waste their time?”

That hit harder than you wanted it too.

Love was your greatest weakness.

But was it, really?

War had made you unloveable. Because you watched people love each other only to loose one another in war.

Because you loved before a war, and he weakened you.

And then he stopped loving you before the war, and that weakened you.

Because your parents died when the war returned, and that weakened you.

And weakened, afraid, angry, broken, and sprawled and stretched bones far too thin to be soothed. Cussing, growling, a primal cry of violence and grief with shocking fluidity.

Unclenched and hinged on arrowheads and bowstrings.

You found yourself unloveable.

Because who would ever love something broken?

Something made of stone?

Unclenched and hinged on arrowheads and bowstrings

Jake chuckled to himself his eyes fluttering shut. It’s not a happy sound. It’s hollow and thin.

But there’s a small sliver of silvered-sunlight under the heavy hued grey.

“ I will never forget. One day we were training, she was making me practice my archery targets. The clan was out and about, doing their chores, weaving foraging all that jazz.

She was giving me instructions, and then suddenly her voice just…Trailed off. I looked where she was staring and her eyes were locked on these two little girls. Two sisters playing in the Stream chasing each other, laughing and splashing and wrestling around.

And for the first time ever, I saw this…this woman..

This beautiful, blue, powerful, stoic- alien of a woman who I thought was just..perfection in every single aspect of the word, looked so…

Fragile.”

It’s the last word you would ever use to describe Neytiri. But when he utters it, a certain string of a an unfamiliar note melodically tugs in place of your heart you didn’t know existed.

“Fragile?”

The words come out soft and surreal, hoarse as you whisper it.

“Like, the entire time I had known her, she had been wearing this…mask. A disguise. And when she looked at those little girls…the mask fell.”

He continued without an ounce of hesitance.

“And I realized that this woman was once a girl. A child. A child who had been through war and war was the one who forced that mask on her in the first place. Really, she wanted to protect what she had left before anyone dared to take it away. That beneath all that anger and resentment was someone who was shy, and laughed loudly and deep down beneath her confidence and attitude she was still that child, really just a girl who missed her older sister. Her favorite smell is rain and she especially loves it when you can see the small cracks of sunlight through the trees, and she had this game with her sister where they would see who could walk the farthest in the forest by only stepping into the patches of light. She loves it when the flowers bloom a shade of yellow, and she’s kinda insecure about herself sometimes and fuck I really don’t know how she could ever be, she’s just so perfect-“

Jake stops himself, realizing he’s rambling, a moment of silence goes by and he rubs the back of his head..

“I guess it’s that I always thought war made me so ugly. And that no one could love me romantically. And then I met her, and she had lived through something so terrible and traumatic, and even after the war she was beautiful and worth loving..maybe I was worth loving too.”

It was more than you ever bargained for. War didn’t always ruin. Sometimes it rearranged.

Somewhere in Jake you saw someone else. Someone besides yourself. Burdened by war and suffering.

You saw a man. A man who loved a woman so much he gave up everything he ever knew to be with her.

Something erased into nothingness and replaced by shifting shadows embedded in an unfamiliar idealism that frightened you because it didn’t feel safe.

Eternally devastating. A tormented romance of a man who holds a woman by the hips and trails a line of grievances on her skin with his lips while she holds a knife to his throat.

A woman who only held that knife because she had seen so many things shaded in a blood stained red, any other color seemed unfamiliar to her.

A woman who abuses herself by endlessly denying herself any ounce of affection because she believes with her whole heart she will never be worthy of his love. Even more so, because she was afraid of it.

Or worse, she’ll ruin it.

Afraid of how badly his touch stung her the first time to ever love again.

Afraid loving because what good was love if war would just take it away from her?

Bred to fight.

Born to protect everyone but herself.

But it’s never satisfied. Is it? The thoughts that thirsted the back of her mind. Thoughts of him.

Fears. Thoughts. Lust. Love.

This wall around you was a survival mechanism.

To protect others from coming in. To protect yourself from coming out. From loving again.

In this story you saw a man who unraveled every shade of rarely rested red that sensed her suffering and entrapped her in this self loathing pattern.

You saw a man that said he loved her even as she threatened to end his life.

Because he knows the only reason she would end his life is because she feared he would end hers first.

Not by killing her. By worshipping her every breath. By begging her to love herself the way he does. And what happens then? When she loves herself?

Who will judge her? Who will keep her in line? Who will call out her every hitched breath? Her every fumble and stutter? Who does it better than her?

What will she be if she loves herself? His? No. No she belongs to herself and her own loathing.

But would her fire refuse its reign of radiance in the confined cage of his love?

Maybe some enemies are only enemies because one of them thinks that they’re enemies.

Maybe lovers are only lovers because love is a sacrificial abstraction.

You could never find love if you never knew loss.

All of this was really just a coincidence of meaningless metaphors that cluttered your brain but why did you keep coming back to thinking about that man.

That man who was one his knees for you. That man who said the same thing over and over as you held a knife to his throat.

“I love you.”

Why? Why does he love you? What is there to love?

Deprivation, burdened accountability, self hatred and inadequacy, all of deaths favored methods.

You turn to Jake, detaching your thoughts for a moment.

“How did she ever forgive you? For how you hurt her?”

Your words are rushed and spoken in a hitch of a breath.

Jake shakes his head, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, can I give you some cold, hard truth?”

You nod.

He speaks softly.

“Love ain’t easy. It’s not real love unless you fight for it. And sometimes loving someone who feels unloved and broken isn’t easy. Its especially not easy when you screwed up so badly you lost their trust once. Because trust is a fragile thing.

It’s delicate. And once someone gives it to you, you never, ever do a damn thing to harm it.

But we’re flawed creatures sometimes.

We make mistakes that sometimes seem unforgivable, and walls are built to keep us out.

But you wanna know a secret?”

You nod, waiting.

“Loving someone who feels like no one could ever love them takes time. And protecting someone who protects everyone but themselves isn’t easy.

Sometimes it’s all about letting them climb your walls until you decide it’s safe again.”

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Neteyam’s Pov:

Lo’ak is stacking up the now empty baskets to the side corner, while placing his and spider’s finished arrows for y/n in a new basket.

Spider went home a few hours ago, and y/n and my father have not returned yet.

Tuk jumps up and down twice, tugging on my arm, a slight whine in her voice.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s in the hut with Grandmother, she will return soon.”

I try to gently push her to the other side of the tent.

“Go play with your toys. Or, go have Lo’ak sharpen your knife. It’s probably in need of it anyways.”

Lo’ak shoots me a glare. Clearly not very pleased with the fact that I’m putting him on babysitting duty for once.

Tuck grabs her hexapede toy y/n had carved for her a few months back, shoving the infamous Toruk toy in Lo’aks hands.

That old toy has seen better days, I’ll be honest.

“Here Lo’ak. You be the Toruk.”

She huffs, still not very satisfied with her lack of people to play with at the moment.

“No way. Go play with Neteyam.”

Lo’ak swats Tuk away, glaring at me.

I glare back, gesturing to the new basket I was busy weaving.

“I’m busy right now. C’mon Lo’ak just play a quick game with her. Kiri will return soon.”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes before turning to Tuk.

“How about a story time?”

Tuk clap’s excitedly and jumps up once.

“Yes please!”

Lo’ak clears his throat, crossing his legs.

“Did you know, that looong before your time, mom found you in an egg in a nest and stole you from a bird?”

“Lo’ak! Don’t tell her that!”

Tuk gasps, a whimper that’s barely audible following the sound.

I smack Lo’ak on the back of his head.

“Mama did not find me in a nest!”

“Uh yeah. She actually did.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did NOT!”

Lo’ak shrugs, casually checking his nails and shifting on his feet.

“Oh yeah? Where do you think mom and dad found Kiri?”

Tuk crosse her smaller arms,

“From Grace Aju-Ages-Agun-Agis-“

“Augustine.”

I pat her back, correcting her gently.

She nods, proud of herself for trying.

Lo’ak shakes his head.

“Nope. Mom found you in a nest and she found Kiri too.

And, 7 years ago you came out of the woods, and they’ve been trying to domesticate you ever since.”

It’s a moment later when a familiar presence enters the ensuing chaos between the two youngest of my siblings.

“Grandmother!”

Tuk runs to our grandmother, who stands wearing her usual beaded red and yellow shawl that drapes over her elbows and falls to her waist, the long detailed interweaved maroon colored loincloth falling to her shins.

She embraces Tuktirey, patting her on the head with her other hand gently placed on her back.

I’ve always had a close relationship with my grandmother.

I am her first born grandson. The first child she watched her daughter love.

When I was small, I loved watching my grandmother work in the Tsahik tent while I sat with her, eagerly listening to her stories.

I loved my parents' stories of moving forward with our clans pain, and the moral compass they provided.

But truth be told, I always preferred older stories. The ones my grandmother told me, quietly as she worked.

Times before the humans interacted with our clan. Stories of the powerful past generations of olo’eyktans before my father and grandfather, stories of hometree before it’s annihilation. Stories of great na’vi warriors and ancient battlements.

My grandmother and I had one, very particular trait in common.

We loved gossip every now and then, alas very shamefully.

It’s frowned upon for respectable clan leaders to partake in such things indistinguishable to gossip and rumors that flutter around the clan on feather-like whispers.

It’s easier to hide something when you hide it with someone.

Every now and then I get ‘scraped up’ on one of my hunts. Usually an arm or a skinned knee, and I end up having to visit the Tsahik of our clan, and I may or may not take the time to exchange little fragments of ‘scandals’ that I hear around, sometimes even in other clans.

Is it a good habit? No.

But my grandmother often finds ways to make up for the both of us. Everyone needs to indulge a bit once in a full moon.

“Grandmother, Lo’ak told me mama found me in a nest!”

My grandmother gasps dramatically.

“Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan! You know better than that.”

The whole tent is silent for a moment, all except for the gentle thuds of Turk’s tail flicking against the ground triumphantly as she sticks her tongue out at Lo’ak, and the ever so quiet mumble of ‘snitch’ leaving Lo’aks lips, until my grandmother speaks.

“You know we were saving the news for when she turns 12.”

Lo’ak rolls on the ground laughing and Tuk races out of the tent, screaming for our mother in distress.

Lo’ak stumbles over to our grandmother, swinging an arm around her, slightly off balance due to all of his laughing.

“Eywa, grams. Did I mention that your my favorite grandmother.”

“I am your only grandmother, boy.”

“And you’re still my favorite.”

Mo’at swats him away and hands him the basket on her hip of freshly grinded herbs for him to tend to.

“Put this in the back, on your mother’s spread of salves for me.”

Lo’ak nods, still snickering to himself, taking the basket and quickly turning to complete her request.

She stretched out her arms, getting ready to sit down, a small wince appearing on her face.

“nìktungzup, (careful) grandmother, let me help you.”

I gently hold her arm, assisting her to sit cross legged on the ground.

She scoffs.

“I do not need assistance. I survived raising your mother.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, and she eventually thanks me.

My mother enters shortly after, carrying a distressed Tuk in her arms.

“Lo’ak. Did you tell your sister she came from an egg?”

Lo’ak shakes his head, shrugging.

“No. I told her you found her in a nest.”

My ears perk flicker when I notice Kiri emerging from behind my mother, tucking under the tent flap wearing a blank expression.

My mother places Tuk down, who jogs over to my grandmother. Mother then freezes for a moment, sniffing the air, her tail flicking.

“Lo’ak-

Did you bring that sky demon in the marui!?”

“He was helping me make arrows for y/n’s hut tonight!”

Lo’ak throws his hands up in defense, still evading my mother’s mercy.

“For eywa’s sake! Have you no respect for the rules I have in place!?”

She hisses in annoyance, and as the bickering starts to simmer into background noise, I find myself watching Kiri. The one I’ve been looking for all day.

She clears her throat, shifting on her feet.

“I’m gonna go for a walk..”

She trails off, her eyes flickering between Lo’ak and my mother, neither of them sparing her even a blink of attention.

Grandmother calls for her, but she’s already escaped out of view from any of us.

As she walks away, I see my opportunity to speak to her about y/n’s words last night trail behind her.

My grandmother looks up from where her and Tuk sat, her eyes following where Kiri once stood.

She sighs.

“Neteyam. Can you accompany her please-“

She doesn’t even finish before I grab my knife off the small table and jog after Kiri.

Kiri turns a few corners, weaving around the now settling down high camp as sunset teased its way onto the forest of Pandora. Unleashing its blanket of warmth and violent colors with its army of clouds and weapons forged from a painted sky attacked the world above. The warm afternoon set onto my shoulders as I skipped over a few rocks unevenly coating the ground of the stronghold. The light cowers just shy of the tops of the mountains as I follow her outside, onto on of the small outstretches of a grassy valley, side by side with the back of high camp’s inner cave.

With the noise and exerted liveliness now sinking into the mere substratosphere of my senses, my attention is now on Kiri.

She finally takes notice of my presence, turning around to face me.

Her eyebrow raised as she stared at me, a bit puzzled.

I clear my throat.

“Mind if I join you?”

She shrugs,

“Not at all.”

Kiri gently brushes her fingertips across the petals of some stemless flowers, peaking through the vines that now forged themselves to grow on a natural stone boulder.

Watching Kiri interact with the world around her was fascinating.

Sometimes she touched the plants so gently, so attentively and fragile as if they were speaking to her, and she never dared to interrupt.

I shifted on my feet, trying to figure out a way to start this conversation that was probably not going to end in my favor.

She notices the flick of my tail, side glancing at me before turning her back towards me. I smile sheepishly.

“Is that a new anklet? It’s beautifully-“

“What do you want, Neteyam?”

I frown when she catches onto me faster than I predicted.

“I’m just complimenting you. I compliment all my siblings.”

She gave me a blank stare, clearly unimpressed.

“Uh huh. Sure.”

I sigh, leaning on the boulder closest to me.

“Okay, I give up.”

Kiri scoffs.

“Before you’ve even tried? That’s not very mighty warrior behavior.”

She rubs my shoulder playfully, now stepping forward to occupy the place next to me.

“C’mon. You can talk to me.”

I’m quiet for a moment, as I finally make eye contact.

“It’s about Y/n.”

Kiri stiffens for a moment. Something invisible taking the shape of armor climbing her skin. Some urge to keep your heart out of reach from me, I assume.

She internally mediates on my words for a moment before groaning softly.

“Neteyam. I’m not speaking to you about this-“

She starts to walk away, before she’s stop at my almost frantic movements.

“Wait- please. Kiri. You’re the only one I can speak to. It’s been killing me inside all damn day.”

She takes a breath before turning around, facing me once again.

“Okay. Fine. But don’t waste me time. On with it, then.”

She gestures for me to talk. it’s very rare occasion that I talk before I even register the words leaving my mouth. Maybe it’s because I’m panicking.

“I heard you and Y/n speak last night-“

She cuts me off right there. A hand smacking my chest as her eyes widened.

“You. Did. What?”

I gulp, looking down.

“Kiri, listen please.”

“Eywa begone with this bullshit-! You stalker! What are you, watching her now while she sleeps!?”

I wave my hands around to try and regain the more rationalized attention.

“No! I’m not stalking her. Just listen, please-“

There’s a rather common misconception that Kiri doesn’t take after either of my parents simply because she was not born of either my mother or my fathers love. But damn, if she didn’t have my mother's protectiveness.

She crossed her arms, glaring up at me.

“I’m not letting you hurt her again, Neteyam”

I wince, taking a step back.

“Kiri, please. Just listen. I want to fix things-

No. I want to fix everything. I’ve been hating myself for what I’ve done to her. I don’t deserve anything less than everything you are saying to me right now, I know better than anyone. I never, ever meant to hurt her..”

Kiri paused for a moment. Her eyes softened ever so slightly as I mentioned how much self-loathing this has inflicted on me.

She sighed, rubbing her palms down her face.

“Then what happened, exactly. Because the way I saw it, you acted as if she didn’t exist for months and then all the sudden her parents die and you feel bad about it.”

I shook my head, my shoulders slumping as I defeatedly sat down on a rock.

She hesitantly sat next to me, her voice softer now. Absent of the anger she once expressed.

“What happened, Neteyam?”

I sigh, thinking about where to begin.

“I loved her. I loved her so much, Kiri. I still do. My entire world has been spiraling around with her as its center. It swallowed me whole, it drowned me-“

I paused, gazing up at the now darkening sky.

“I was 15. I was stupid, afraid, and anxious.

Because for my entire life everything has always been one step ahead of me. I’ve known what to say, how to act, how to think, how to feel..when to sit, stand, talk, stay silent..

when I was with her, nothing was foreseeable. It felt almost destructive and unfamiliar…not having control of something when you feel like your entire existence has been under control just the same.”

Kiri looks at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A distant memory that decomposed under external complexities.

“I was afraid. Afraid of what she would do to me, to my heart, to the heart of the future olo’eyktan of this clan. What If the son of Toruk Makto could do everything when it came to training, preparing, learning and studying the ways of being a leader, but couldn’t keep his mate happy? I can’t live with that, Kiri.

More importantly, why would I make her live like that?”

There’s a silence that draws between us. Neither of us speak.

Sometimes redemption is just a false hope. The spectacle of contemplating interchangeable acts of the past is a waste of time.

Emptiness, ecstasy, addiction, love, it all falls under a hollow shell of someone you hate. Someone you used to be.

Finally, Kiri speaks.

“You’re a stupid, Stupid man, Neteyam. And I’m probably even more stupid for trusting you to try again.”

My tail flicks, my ears upturn towards her, my entire face falling for a moment in pure shock.

I go to speak, but she cuts me off.

“You cannot start all that romance shit with her again. Our family can’t afford another one of your little spiels. It’s not about just you and her anymore. She’s dad’s right hand woman. His best student. Definitely better than the other warriors I’ve seen and that includes you. I won’t let you take that away from her. She has a future in this clan. But it’s not in your bed.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to openly be in love with Y/n.

But I am no stranger to sacrifices.

Love is nothing without sacrifice. My mother’s words spoke the truth. Love is sometimes loud, impatient and hungry. Thrashing with convulsion.

The sun disappears every night so the moon can thrive in the darkness.

I would forget my entire existence If it was convenient for her.

I sacrificed for my parents. For my brother. For my sisters. For my home. For my morals. For my wants. My desires. My pain and my happiness.

There is always an atonement of sacrifice.

I shake my head.

“It wasn’t about that, Kiri. I just don’t us bad terms anymore. She’s like a sister to you, Lo’ak, and Tuk. She’s apart of our home now too.”

She nods, staring off for a moment.

“What about Lo’ak?

I shake my head.

“I’m not going to court Y/n. I just want her back in my life, normal again.”

She pays my back, standing to her feet once again.

“You have my blessing. And my advice if you need it for later.”

I can’t help it when I hug her, so tightly her feet hover above the ground for a moment.

“Ugh! Neteyam! You’re getting your male germs all over me!”

Kiri huffs when I finally put her down.

”you’re my favorite sibling, you know that, sis?”

She waves me off, and I can’t help but laugh at this new warmth that blooms in my chest at having another chance.

Before I start walking back to highcamp, I’m grabbed roughly by my armband by my sister once again, her voice dark and low as she speaks.

“If you fuck this up, so help me Eywa-

If you so much as become the cause for her even dropping a smile, I will make dad summon Toruk again just so I can feed it your remains and than wear you as a new shawl. Are we understood?”

I nod, before hurriedly running back to camp as we both hear the horn, alerting my father and Y/n have arrived.

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