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Simple Math / Part Ten

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 5.4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. Masturbation, dirty (self) talk, brief daddy kink. This fic contains mature themes. Domestic violence. Grooming. Feelings of fear and anxiety. Nurse!reader. Kissing. Lots of dialogue. Bun considers making a friend. Penny is cute. Flirting. Touching. Comfort. Bun refers to herself as "heavy". Simon is Simon. POV switch. Dinner date.

“I’m Philip.”

The handsome brunette smiles, grabbing onto your hand. You blink, trying to understand, trying to make it make sense, when he prompts you with a teasing grin. “This is the part where you tell me your name, sweet thing.”

Oh. You stumble over it, tongue tied into a million knots, sweat from the Texas sun beating down your back, sweat slicking your shirt to your skin.

He’s still holding your hand, and you’re standing there with wide, doe eyes, shell shocked.

He’s… so handsome. And older. Older, and handsome. Polished type, with good teeth and good hair. He looks like he just stepped off the golf course.

Why is he talking to you?

He glances down at your drink.

“You even old enough to be drinkin’ that?”

“I-“ You’re terrible at lying, and like he can read it on your face, he chuckles.

“You live around here?”

“I go to Rice.”

“A bit young for college, aren’t you?”

“I just turned eighteen!” You’ve heard it a million times. You’re too young to understand something, or know something, or do something. You don’t get the way the world works yet. You’re not an adult.

He holds his hands up. “I’m sorry. I bet you’re one of the really smart girls that make all us men look like Neanderthals.” Your face heats.

“N-no. I just… I graduated early. I’m not a know it all.” You defend yourself, desperate to create distance from the usual stereotype, the way most people see you. The way boys see you.

Too smart. Face buried in a book. Awkward and stiff. Uncool.

He traces you from head to toe, appreciative gaze grazing over the swell of your hips, the generous curve of your ass. “I didn’t think you were. Too mature for that, I bet.” He croons, and your knees go weak.

“Y-yeah. A lot of people say I’m really mature.”

Two things compete for your attention when you open your eyes.

One: there is a soft, lovely song playing downstairs, something spring-like and sweet, vibrant without being too loud.

Two: the house smells like pancakes.

You check your phone, shocked to see you’ve slept for yet another 12 hours. There’s a text from Nia, and a text from your boss.

>You have a lot of time accrued. Take as much as you need.

That settles that, you guess.

There are also text messages in the group chat, one from Simon, and one from Johnny, coming in only a few minutes ago.

Simon: >Penny gets pancakes on Saturday mornings. They’ll be plenty, come down and eat when you’re ready.

Johnny: >I’m missing all the good stuff.

You stretch, cautiously, wiggling fingers and toes, spreading your limbs as far as you can without pushing it too much. You’re sore, uncomfortably so, and still exhausted, but if you stay in bed any longer, you’ll rot.

In the kitchen, Simon holds Penny and a mixing bowl, alternating hands to get a whisk through the batter while humming to his daughter on her hip.

You stop dead in your tracks.

He’s… he’s not wearing the mask.

You stare at his face, his whole, naked face for the first time, taking in the broad jaw, every shiny white scar, and his (twice, if you had to guess) healed broken nose. He’s handsome, differently from Johnny but no less striking, and you can’t look away, stunned by his raw, depthless and rugged beauty. Penny’s leg has kicked up the hem of his shirt, exposing his midsection, and the flash of skin there feels like a scandal, something you shouldn’t be seeing but cannot get enough of. He looks nothing like you expected and yet… everything you hoped for.

“Morning.” Pen tucks her face into his chest shyly, peeking out from the corner of her eye, curious and cute. “Can you say good morning to bunny?” He bounces her a little, and she giggles.

"Bunny." She says quietly, and Simon laughs.

“That’s right. Good job.” After a second of silence, you try to ask him about the missing mask, but the question gets confused on your tongue, and what comes out instead is clumsy and stunted.

“Your mask.” You cringe, immediately. It’s the first thing that slips loose, insensitive, and uncouth. “I uh, I’m sorry, I’m just… surprised?” you falter, and makes it worse. You think about trying to run back upstairs, hightailing it for the hills when he smiles, and points to the empty stool at the kitchen counter with a batter covered whisk.

“Sit.” There’s already a stack piled high, plain, and ones with big, juicy blueberries. Your favorite.

“So, pancakes every Saturday?”

“Mhmm.” He settles Penny in her highchair to your left, and pulls an already cooled pancake from the stack, cutting it up into little, tiny pieces with a child’s knife and fork. “Pen and her Da,” he pads some butter across the top of his handiwork, grabbing her sippy cup and filling it with milk. “Have pancakes every Saturday when he’s home. It’s their favorite. Right?” He points at her, “your favorite?” and taps his middle finger to his chin, others outward, straight up. “Your favorite?” Signing?

“Are you teaching her sign?”

“Trying to. Pen’s birth mum is deaf. It’s important to us, that she’s able to connect with her when the time comes. Plus, my hearing is shot. So is Johnny’s. It’s a great way for her to communicate with us.” He strokes some fingers through her curls, and she doesn’t even look up, too busy shoveling as much pancake into her mouth as she can. You have a million questions now, curiosities bubbling to the surface, about Pen’s mum, about her life, about how she came to be their child. All too rude, and too invasive to ask. “Or, to use when she’s feeling sassy and can’t find the words. That happens, too.”

“She’s what…sixteen months?” You watch her intently, unable to not smile when she cheeses at her dad with a mouthful of food, even though your tender skin stings with the movement.

“Yeah. Top percentiles in a lot of things for her age. Said her first word before she was one.” He’s rich with pride, a deep well of love shining in his eyes, and you force your own down to the plate, stifling the ache bleeding from your heart.

“Of course she is.” Penny holds pieces of sticky, syrupy pancake with both hands, attacking them with vigor, smearing her cheeks purple with the squished blueberries.

You need to eat something, but your brain is buzzing, unnatural discomfort stretching long in the back of your mind.

What’re you doing? Sitting here eating pancakes like everything is normal? Like everything’s okay?

Everything is not okay.

You drift, back to your apartment, back the venom of Phillip, the hands around your neck, the twist of your shoulder, back slamming into the wall. You can still feel him, still hear him, these memories like all the others, your body beaten on the floor, mind nearly broken. Trying to shift away from the hot end of a cigarette, screaming for help, running through a-

A hand covers yours.

He coaxes the fork from your fingers, metal vibrating within flesh.

“I think… I think I should go back to bed.” You whisper.

“Are you tired?”

“No… yeah. I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to run away, you know.” He flips a pancake onto your plate from the stack. “Just because you were somewhere else for a little bit.” Your cheeks burn. “We’ve got a pretty nice couch in the living room though, if you want some time alone and don’t feel too keen on the stairs.” Saturday morning pancakes and curling up on the couch? It sounds so nice, so normal, and must show on your face, because he chuckles. “Help yourself. You might have to share the TV though, in a bit. We watch baby Einstein on Saturdays, and she’ll need some entertaining for a minute while I get ready.” Your lips twist, an entire hearth lighting up in the bottom of your heart.

“Alright.”

Baby Einstein is as enthralling as you thought it would be, though Penny disagrees. She stares at the screen, wide eyed, open mouthed, sippy cup long forgotten, and even Simon struggles to get her attention after returning from getting dressed.

You force your eyes away from the strain of his thighs in blue jeans.

“We’re goin’ down to the hospital.” He tells you, pulling her upward over the back of the couch and rubbing his nose through her curls. It’s still… weird, to see his whole face. To clearly watch his expressions, sublime bliss pushing his mouth upward whenever he looks at his daughter. “Want to come?”

“I can’t, not if I’m taking time off. It… looks bad to admin. I can probably go in at night but, during the day is just a recipe for disaster.”

“Of course.” He looks around, for what you don’t know, shoulders tensing, then relaxing. “Well, you’ve got the remote. And my number. Are you… going to be, okay? Alone?”

Say yes.

You can’t. All you can do… is nod.

“Okay well if you’re not. Just call.” You nod again, getting to your feet. Once you’re standing, you’re out of place, flailing in their living room, about to be here alone, with your memories, your poisoned mind.

What’re you doing? You’ve ruined everything. Broken all your rules.

“We can stay.” Simon steps close, hand grazing the middle of your back, and you shake your head.

“No, no- I… I’m sorry.”

“You don’t-“

“Yes, I do.” Your voice shakes, and you slam your eyes shut. You can’t do this. “I shouldn’t be here. I’m putting you in danger, and I… I’m putting myself in danger and I’m being so- so stupid, Simon.” His gaze is heavy, serious, and he steps around you, sliding Penny into her bounce seat, turning it to face baby Einstein.

“Listen to me.” As he returns, he reaches, carefully pulling you close, close enough you’re nearly in his chest, timing the rise and fall of his diaphragm. “We are safe, you are safe, sweetheart. ‘m not going to let anything happen to you, or Penny, or any of us. Alright?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Tell me.” You almost laugh, but something comes over you instead, something delirious and desperate. You lean into him, letting him hold you, hand smoothing over the back of your head. “You can tell me. You can trust us. We’ll take care of you.”

God, you want to. You want to so bad it aches, burns a ravenous fire in your heart. You want tell him, let them in. Tell them everything.

“Bun.” He murmurs, bringing you back, a finger under your chin.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s… it’s too much.”

“It’s alright.” He soothes, but doesn’t pull away, and you’re drawn in like a magnet, rising to the balls of your feet, stuck in a trance, luring you closer.

He meets your halfway.

And then-

He’s kissing you, plush lips on yours, pancakes and fresh laundry and stained-glass windows of sanctuary on his tongue.

You’re standing in the sun, in the trance of another spell.

It’s a mouthful of butterscotch and maple. Sweet, delicious breakfast in bed, lazy Saturday mornings and whispered, tender words. It’s life unlike your own, a home, the promise of a love not fractioned, chipped away, or strangled… but multiplied, magnified. His touch is painfully gentle, slow and easy, encouraging you to follow his lead, carefully constructing a tiny universe to disappear to, where shadow cannot touch. A fantasy, cocoon of stars, ambrosial and sacrosanct, an escape from the hell nipping at your heels, the hell chasing you through your dreaming and waking hours.

The anxious hum radiating through every cell in your body flatlines.

The girl in the mirror weeps.

Everything goes silent. Your breathing slows. Your hands fall to the side, listless and stunned.

Penny grunts. The moment shatters.

You can only stare with wide, terrified eyes.

“Johnny.” It’s the first word out of your mouth, the only thing you can conjure. “I’m sorry, I don’t know… I’m sorry.” Johnny. Johnny’s not here. How can he kiss you when his partner isn’t here? His heart will be broken, you’re destroying their family, you’re-

“I kissed you, bunny. Nothin’ to be sorry about.” Simon hums, still holding your face. “Johnny’s okay. He’ll be a bit jealous he didn’t get one too, but he won’t be upset.”

“How?” the question squeaks, and he takes your hand, tugging you towards the couch, settling you back into the cushions, easily guiding you with deft hands. He's so careful, so gentle, the touch of a man who raises a daughter, who loves his partner, adroit and nimble, anticipating movement before it happens.

“After Penny goes down tonight, let’s have a drink. Or some late dinner. We can talk, and I’ll answer as many of your questions as I can. How’s that sound?” He strokes a thumb across the apple of your cheek. Talking can’t hurt, can it?

“O-okay. Yeah.” You try to shrug, pain lancing through your shoulder, and you try to smother your wince. He frowns.

“I want you to get some rest today.” A small grin creeps across your face.

“You always tell people what to do?” He nods, solemn.

“It’s my job. Takin’ care of you lot is an added bonus.” He breezes by the grouping of you with his family, like it’s a normal thing, rubbing circles in your palm. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

“I can-“

“I’m here. Let me help.” You don’t say anything at first. Can’t say anything, can’t formulate a response that encompasses everything you’re thinking and feeling, stuck on the mile high wall that is your fear and denial, afraid to jump. Afraid to fall.

He doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask you to respond, He just… settles you, cautiously arranging the pillows to support your injuries, lets you sit there atop the wall, staring down at the ground where they wait. Patiently. He rubs your back and your good shoulder until you’re drifting away in heady, hazy dream world, unable to stir when he slips free, tucking the blankets in around you, and pressing another long, lingering kiss to your brow.

You wake in a panic to the doorbell ringing. Your heart races, and you’re up off the couch, tucked around a corner of the hall, hiding, in a blink, even though your shoulder and neck scream at the sudden change of position.

Breathe. You’re losing it. Philip wouldn’t ring a doorbell.

The door clicks open.

“Hello?” A woman’s voice echoes to where you’re still curled around the hallway, back pressed flat, eyes closed. “Hello? Anyone home?” Who is that?

You peek, like a child. Peering around to see a familiar woman with grocery bags in her hands, depositing them on the kitchen counter.

She spots you immediately.

“Hi!” She’s grinning, pretty and bright, pulling a carton of milk from a brown paper bag and putting it in the fridge. “I’m Lou. Sorry, did I scare you? I tried to ‘announce’ myself.” She makes bunny ears with her fingers before and after the word announce, with half of an eye roll. “John’s always telling me I have to when I come over. Can’t be giving anyone surprises, and I knew you were here. Just wasn’t sure if you’d be up for visitors. Sorry if I gave you a fright.”

“No, I…” you trail off, readjusting, giving her your name. She nods and smiles again. “I remember you. In front of the elevator that day.”

“Yeah, that was me.” She’s earnest in her focus, beaming at you, almost like she’s excited.

“You look a little different out of your cute scrubs.” That gives you a small laugh, and you smile honestly at her, flattered.

“Thanks.”

“Sorry if I’m disturbing you.”

“Oh no, you’re not. I was just… I’m fine.” She pulls a flat of eggs free and stacks them next to a colorful pile of produce.

“I do the store runs for Simon right now. It’s too much, with Johnny in hospital and taking care of Pen. We’ve been trying to lighten his load.” Guilt twists. And here you are, adding onto it.

“That’s very nice of you.” She waves it off.

“They’ve kept my husband alive a million times over. It’s the least I can do.”

“Right… they… work together?”

“Simon is semi-retired but yeah. They’re in a global task force. It’s the four of them. Have you met Kyle yet?”

“Oh, yeah. At the hospital one day.”

“Best guy, really.” Her clothes swish, warm and sweet aura practically glowing.

“Yeah, he was really nice.” She rests her hands on her hips and looks you over.

“You okay?” This woman is direct. She's got a no nonsense approach, and through intense, there's true ardor in her, passion and care.

“Yeah, I’m just… still recovering.” You don’t know what she knows, not sure what they’ve told her or John, so you’re not sure how much, or what even, to say.

“Simon told us, about you being mugged. I’m so sorry, it’s just awful.” She’s sincere in her sympathy, big brown eyes sad and considerate.

“It’s okay, thank you. I’m okay.”

“If you need anything, I’m always around. Or if you want to talk to another girl that isn’t a toddler.” It’s an olive branch of friendship, you realize, or the beginnings of, and you’re startled, considering it, wondering if it would be so bad… to have a friend.

“Thank you.” She gives you her number, and you tap it in, shooting her a text with your name.

“You should sit.”

“I can help with these.”

“No, no. No offense, but you look half asleep. I’ve got it.” You laugh even though it hurts, awkward half shrug with good shoulder, and agree.

“Yeah, I’m still recovering. It’s been slow.”

“I’m sure.” You sit at the counter, watching her organize the fridge with scary efficiency. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. Just had to drop these off.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” It’s nice. You’re nice. She feels safe, the proximity to Simon and Johnny naturally leading you to feel comfortable, knowing she’s welcomed by them, she’s a part of their life. It makes you feel more at ease, and you try to convey it without getting tangled up in awkward words.

You don’t know how. Not really sure how to make genuine friends anymore, so you just sit there and watch, listening to her talk, enjoying how she rambles a little bit, laughing at herself.

When she says goodbye at the door, she promises to text you the next time she’s coming by, so you’re not surprised, and you linger there, watching her go, wondering if it’s real, surprisingly mourning the loss of companionship already.

“Johnny misses you.” The ice in Simon’s rocks glass clinks together as he sips his bourbon, corner of his mouth lifting in a partial smirk. “Not too fond of his new nurse, I’m afraid. Think he’s spoiled now.”

“How is he?” You’re on the edge of your seat for an update, but not wanting to pry too much. It’s a delicate line, one where you don’t know on which side to stand.

“Good. Wrist fracture is nearly healed, so he’ll be able to start on crutches soon. Once he does, he’ll be doing physical therapy for most of his day, and ready to come home. Should be soon.” He really smiles now, and you mirror it, unable to deny the infectious bloom of happiness spreading from him to you.

“And his liver?”

“No complications. Grafts for his burn are in great shape. Hip is the trickiest part.”

“Yeah, they take a lot longer to heal, but I’m sure he’ll do a great job of it, just like everything else.”

“Thanks to you.” You sip your wine, citrusy peach and passionfruit coating your tongue. It’s a nice bottle, and you were surprised when Simon brought it home, bag of takeaway in one arm, Penny in the other.

“No.” Your cheeks heat. “I was just there. You guys did the hard work.”

“Wouldn’t have made it without you though. Think I would’ve lost it. Him too.”

“You would’ve been fine.” You brush it off, and he shakes his head.

“You’re too modest.” He drains his pour, uncapping the bottle on the coffee table between you and refilling it halfway. Glass on glass chimes, and you sink deeper into the couch, relaxing, tucking your knees up until you’re half curled into a ball, wine glass cradled between your palms.

“So…”

“I told you; you can ask me whatever you like.” You knew this was the case, but hesitance is still brimming in your heart, uneasy feelings festering beneath your skin, burning question shoving to the surface.

“Did you tell Johnny we kissed?”

“I did.”

“Was he upset?”

“Only because he feels like he’s missing out. I told him we’d make it up to him.” Fire enflames your skin. We?

“And by we you mean… us. Together. Like… the three of us.”

“I do.” The girl in the mirror screams. She doesn’t understand, why you continue to act against her better judgement. Why you’re entertaining something so, so dangerous, something so stupid.

“Simon, I… I can’t.”

“You keep saying that but look where you are, bun.” He motions to the table, takeaway cartons scattered across the top, half empty bottle of wine, his bourbon, and a baby monitor. It looks like a nice night in, a simple, sweet life, not even close to being your own.

Still, the girl in mirror combats. Still.

“This isn’t… this isn’t a thing it’s just… we’re hanging out. I’m not going to be here forever, I’m looking for a place and I-“ His face changes, flicker of shadow fading across his brow before being chased away by the sunlight in his eyes. You thought he'd be easier to read, without the mask, imagined you'd be able to place his expressions but you're just as confused and lost as ever.

“Slow down. There’s no need to look for a place to live.”

“W-what?” The wine has made you a little slow, a little sleepy, and you blink through the stupor.

“You’re still healing, sweetheart, and I know you're scared. I’ve known since the first day you stepped into Johnny’s room.”

“No.” You shake your head. Pain fizzles, numbed by alcohol, and your head swims.

“I know you weren’t mugged.” How? “I know you’re running from someone.” Oh god. The urge to get to your feet and bolt washes over you like a wave.

“I- I’m not.” The lie is bare-boned, pathetically unconvincing, and you know it. He knows it too; you can tell by the look on his face.

“You’re not ready to tell me, that’s fine. I’m patient. But you won’t be going anywhere if I don’t know you’re safe. And right now, to me, it doesn’t seem like you’re safe.” The pale yellow of your wine shines in the low lights of the living room, and you get lost in it, swirling around in his words, trying to put them together and pick them apart, desperate to understand what he means.

“Are you… are you saying you won’t let me leave?” You gulp. It’s a ridiculous conclusion, but the first one you jump to.

And in that, you know you’re giving too much away.

His face softens, and he reaches, pulling your free hand into his own, petting some sort of sequence into your skin.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I’d never, ever force you to do something you didn’t want to do. But I do want you to stay, here with us. Where we can keep you safe, take care of you.”

“I don’t need-“

“I know you don’t. I know you take care of yourself just fine.” The indignant roar in the back of your mind settles. “But I’d love an opportunity to do it instead.”

“Simon…”

“Did you know the cells in our body hold onto trauma? They carry imprints of traumatic events. It can change your biology, the way you function.” He squeezes your hand. “It’s hard to realize… that it’s not normal, the way you might be, the way you think, or do things, when you’re carrying the physical memory of terrible things.” He’s not talking about you. There’s a fleeting flash of sadness in his eyes, ghosts circling the drain around his irises, and your heart aches. “We can help you. I don’t know who you’re hiding from, but I can guess what they’ve done- look at me.” You force your eyes back to him, and he cups your cheek. “You do not have to be afraid here. You are safe with me, with us. I know you don’t believe it, and I’ll tell you as many times you need, but it will never not be true. We can help you.”

“You don’t know… you don’t know what you’re saying.” Your denial is steadfast. They cannot possibly understand.

A small seed of light blooms under darkness. It’s the sun, struggling to break free, trying to drag you into its warm, golden rays. It tugs and tugs, clawing towards you, illuminating the path forward.

The words come out before the girl in the mirror can stop them.

“You don’t know him. He’s sick and… powerful. He’s a monster but he’s smart, has connections, has ways of doing things that… I don’t even know. He’d kill you.” You clap your hand over your mouth in shock, surprised at yourself. It’s the most you’ve said about Philip in years.

You expect pushback. Expect Simon to flinch, or cower, or have good sense… a rational reaction to being told someone might try to hurt him.

He smiles instead, settling back on his side of the couch.

“I’d just have to get to him first, then.” Is he… is he? Simon watches you, reaches into your brains to peer inside, rooting around in your head. The way he looks at you, like he knows everything you’re feeling, can see what you're thinking, makes you shiver, makes you feel like you’re a tiny mouse in the shadow of a mountain. He sighs. “Give us a chance.”

“A chance?”

“A chance, to know you. Let us in, let us try. Stay here, with us, spend time with me and Johnny and Pen. No strings attached. If you decide it’s not for you… we’ll understand.”

No strings attached.

You could pick up and leave if you wanted. If you had to.

What’re you doing?

“How does it work? Would we all…” you trail off, confused.

“Date?” Simon finishes gently. “Yes.”

“So, you guys are… bi?” He chuckles.

“Yes, sweetheart. We’re bi.”

“Is this… a thing? Something you guys do?”

“We’ve never taken another partner before, no.” Your eyes widen. “You’re our first.” You don’t know why, but knowing is exhilarating and terrifying, all at the same time. You’re their first.

He’s talking about it like it’s already happened.

Fatigue settles in around you, thick fog of it draping over your shoulders and clouding your head.

“I… I don’t know.” You stifle a yawn. “I need to think.” He abandons his perch for one next to you, pulling your wine glass free and setting it on the table.

“Tired?” His fingers sweep over your cheek, skin warming under his touch.

“Mhmm.” You mumble, sleepily. Your head is very heavy, suddenly, hard to hold up.

“Alright.” He stands, bending to slide an arm under your knees, the other supporting your back in one fluid movement.

“What are you doing?” You squeak, grabbing onto him as he rises, lifting you into his chest at full height. Panic floods your nervous system, fevered tone pitching into a plea. “Put me down! I’m too heavy. Please, I’m too heavy, you can’t-“

“I’ve lifted a car off a teammate before.” He tells you, the thick of his body beneath your ear vibrating. “And I’ve dug Johnny out of a collapsed concrete wall. I’m made to pick things up, bunny. Heavy or not.” He holds you right there, all the way up the stairs, down the hall to the guest room, before settling you back on your feet, big hands around your waist for balance. Your back is to his chest now, and his nose drifts across the top of your head, slow path of his fingers stroking down your hip. “Alright?” He asks, and you nod, throat too dry to speak.

He squeezes. You stifle a gasp, resist the urge to press your thighs together.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched, since anyone has handled you with reverence, with affection. You almost don’t recognize it.

His hand drifts, slipping between your thigh and cheek. “This okay?” He murmurs, and you manage a rough yes, word sticky and thick in your throat. Yes. Yes, don’t stop. A fingertip strokes along the crease there, back and forth, before trailing upward. He takes as much of your flesh in his palm as he can, squeezing again, caressing, mouth skimming along your neck.

“Oh.” you breathe. The room is warm, barely lit by the bedside lamp, and you burn in the dark, sensations sparking alive that have long laid dormant.

The girl in the mirror curses you.

“Need help getting to bed?”

“N-no.” Yes! “I’m… fine.” His lips touch your cheek, then your ear, breath blowing over you, firm, solid warm mass at your back exhaling shakily.

“Get some sleep.” He steps away, but not before he swings, slowly, softly, into the pillow plush of your ass. It’s a gentle tap, but the fire between your legs roars. “Goodnight, bun.”

“G-goodnight.”

Simon's got his sweatpants and boxers off before he's even fully in the bathroom, running right into the shower, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as the water flicks on. It's not hot enough, but he doesn't even notice, cock heavy in his grip, tip already smeared wet with pre-come.

"Fuck, bunny." He grits, trying to stay quiet but unable to hold his tongue.

He's awful, for this. Awful for doing this after you've had such an emotional night. Awful for touching you when you're still healing, awful for grabbing a handful of your ass and imagining sliding his dick through the space between those cheeks. He can't stop, strokes himself long, squeezing the base and pulling up and back as he imagines you on all fours, perfect globe perked up in the air for him, his cock sinking into your soaking wet pussy as you moan. He knows you would make the prettiest sounds for them, sweet gasps and cries, bouncing on Johnny's cock in his lap.

"Hop like a bunny." He'd coo, and you'd whine, riding Johnny as Simon coached you until you were so close, almost there on the edge. "Show daddy how bad you want to come, little bunny."

He jerks himself harder, eyes closed, imagining the ripple of your flesh, the way you'd bounce so perfectly, how Johnny would be gripping your hips with his head tipped back, throat exposed for Simon to nip and suck a mark into.

His bunny. His boy.

His toes curl. Water streams down his back, slicking his skin, forearm burning with each stroke, imagination running wild as he gets closer and closer, thinking about you and Johnny and him together, finally, your legs spread wide in front of their faces, perfect pussy on display. He can almost hear the way you'd whisper their names, and it blinds him, fills his head with white light. He knows you're beautiful when you come, as beautiful as you are when you let your guard down and give him a real smile, as beautiful as you are everyday, so pretty and perfect, kind, even as a ghost. He imagines it, pictures it, the sight of his and Johnny's come leaking out of your hole, fingers shoving it back inside, marking you as theirs.

He comes with your name on his lips, a strangled whisper, painting the tile with himself.

He falls asleep with a new addition in their bed, on top of Johny's t shirt and the baby monitor... there's now a long sleeved tee, plucked from your dirty laundry this morning as he was getting ready to leave. It smells like you, something he wishes he could bottle, and he holds it close, tied in tandem with Johnny's, curled in his arms on top of the pillow.

#simple math #peaches writes #ghoap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #simon riley #john mactavish #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x soap #if you saw my technical difficulty earlier no you didn't!

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strangeshoepatrolbandit-alt · 4 months

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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

Summary: He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. You're the sacrificial lamb. (What it was like.)

Warnings: Wolf and lamb imagery, mentions of sexual interactions, one of them being Non-Con... I think?("Making love", "fucking", "thrusting".), naivety, mentions of murder and blood, killing Lucy Gray Baird, being a Trophy wife, lies, mentions of breeding, being trapped in a marriage, getting hunted, guns, mentions The Hunger Games, mentions hanging(Sejanus' death), rebellion, being a shell of yourself, being tied up, getting rid of a body(Lucy Gray), toxic relationship, controlling!Coryo, Coriolanus' being 'bony'.

Fem!Reader.

I'm trying something new with my writing.

He lured you in.

He was one of the best Academy students and the only power he had was his name.

He spoke with you over open and discarded books, spewing with his charming words.

Sweet naive you.

He pressed soft kisses to your lips and thrusted in a pattern that made you see stars. Cosmic. Making love.

He was kind to your family, he was kind to your friends. He cared for you.

°•°•°

He was a mentor in the tenth Hunger Games, his tribute was Lucy Gray Baird. He helped her win, cheating for her from behind a screen while you supported him without knowing what he's done.

He was caught, and his punishment was becoming a Peacekeeper. Originally for District 8.

You threw a fit in his bedroom, crying and crying over again, begging the universe to not separate the two of you.

Dependent.

His hands held your face as he looked between both of your eyes, his own going back and forth. Left and right.

"No, you wont." He sounded so firm, but his voice still held the softness he could only have for you. "I'm going to 12. I will make sure to see through with it. You will go to 12."

And like a lamb led to the slaughter, you did.

°•°•°

You watched him beat a man, defending Lucy Gray like she was still his responsibility. You swam in the lake with him, holding onto him and laughing without a care in the world. You broke down with him after Sejanus' death. You stayed in the cabin with him and Lucy Gray.

The three of you planned a future that would get you all killed. You spoke the same words that had your dear friend, Sejanus, hung in front of a galore of witnesses.

Murdered.

Martyr.

You were oblivious to the way Coriolanus was cracking, something finally going off in his brain. He broke down.

He revealed what he's done. He told you both about Sejanus. He's why Sejanus Plinth, Bobbin, and Mayfair are dead.

Backstabber.

Murderer.

Lucy played it cool, keeping her calm as to not draw suspicion.

She grabbed your arm and a basket, making it seem innocent as she told him the two of you were going to pick katniss.

"Lucy Gray," He stared as she opened the door, a bright smile on her face as she gripped you tighter. "It's still raining."

"Well, we're not made out of sugar." And with that, she pulled you out. The two of you walked together until you were out of sight from the cabin windows.

And then you heard him.

Screaming, yelling, gunshots, running.

Cat and mouse.

Snake and bird.

Wolf and lamb.

Lucy Gray was dead beside you, and Coriolanus Snow was her killer. You were on the ground, your lover on top of you, tears spilling from your eyes as you stared at your lifeless friend. Coriolanus' hands dug into the plush of your body while he forced you to stand, holding your wrist with one hand while dragging Lucy with the other.

Back at the cabin, you were bound enough to where you couldn't run, but watching as Coriolanus wrapped up Lucy Gray's body and dumped her in the lake you all swam and laughed in just days before.

"No loose ends." He repeated to you as he forced you into the cabin, tying you to the bed the two of you slept on. "Besides you. But you won't tell anyone, will you?" He asked softly, wiping your tears and pushing back your hair.

You shook your head repeatedly, breathing heavily and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Good." He let out a breath as a smile grew on his face, now caressing one of your cheeks. "Good girl."

He leaned in and kissed you, ridding you of your clothes while you cried. He wasnt sweet. He didn't kiss the tears away, they just seemed to egg him on. This was not making love. He was fucking you while you were vulnerable.

You didn't get to leave Panem. You didn't get to run off and live a fairytale.

Coriolanus brought you back to the Capitol, solidifying you to him by announcing your engagement to him.

He didn't stop. Not even when he moved in with Sejanus' mourning parents, not even when he killed them.

Not even when he became the president, and you the First Lady.

You were both in your twenties, living better than you used to.

Coriolanus was no longer bony, no longer hungry. He no longer wore the clothes his cousin, Tigris, would make him. His hair was no longer buzzed like it was when he was a Peacekeeper, and his personality was different than when he was eighteen.

You're still intimate. You live, work, eat, sleep together. Your womb is warm for his seed. You're married by Panem and Capitol law. But you are not partners. He is the dictator. You're the trophy First Lady. You dress exactly as he likes. You act exactly as he likes. You move exactly as he likes. His word is law. Yours is nothing. And every moment you are his, you wonder what it would be like to not have to dance to his puppet strings.

He lured you in.

Sacrificial lamb.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #tbosas #tbosbas #tbosas x reader #thg series #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader

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violette-hue · 9 months

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Fated | (01)

Summary: Azriel is forced to find some sort of release after being barred from pining for Elain. He finds a lovely distraction at Rita's.

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, 18+, SPOILERS, smut, partying, one night stand, not proofread

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Making this, hopefully, into a series :)

Azriel should have been furious, or at least insulted. Instead he felt relieved to get a few days off. When Cassian had commented on his recent crankiness and Rhysand had agreed, he was more than ready to defend himself. But then Rhysand had suggested he take a much needed break. And then Cassian had made the comment about getting laid. He wasn’t wrong.

For weeks, Azriel and Elain had been teetering on the edge of teasing and flirting. For weeks Azriel had gotten so close to being with her, feeling skin against skin, cock buried deep within her. Yet, at every opportunity, something—or someone—had interrupted. Rhys. Cas. Feyre. Even Nyx, from time to time. Azriel new Rhys didn’t want him with Elain, but now it was starting to feel like everyone else was in on it. Conspiring against him.

But would they really be conspiring against him if they gave him a few days off to fuck?

Azriel took a deep breath as he entered Rita’s. He wasn’t really sure what to look for. A blonde, like Elain? A brunette? He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to pull anyone. Elain was still plaguing his mind. It was her he wanted, after all. Maybe he should just go home and sneak into her room.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, someone caught his eye. His eyes trailed over the curves of her body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful females he’d ever seen. The lights caught on the sparkles of his dress, and for a brief moment, Elain was forgotten. It was just Azriel and the female. She was surrounded by a group of what he assumed was her friends. As he watched her hips sway to the beat, he convinced himself he could do this. If not for his satisfaction, then for some sort of release.

Azriel made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes never left the female, and he could have sworn her eyes crossed his. A shiver of static ran down his spine at the brief eye contact. He wouldn’t leave without trying.

Another moment of eye contact had him clutching his drink tightly. He watched as the female smiled knowingly. He stood, his drink discarded and walked toward her. At this point, the female had moved away from her friends, and was now looking at him boldly with sweet, sultry look.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” the female said, her voice carrying over the music. Her voice wrapped around his brain like a mist, a hot, heavy mist that filled his veins with desire.

“I haven’t been in a while,” Azriel responded. His eyes drank the female in front of him in. She was much more beautiful up close.

“I must be lucky.” Azriel carefully watched the female’s tongue dart across her lips, moistening the chapped flesh. “Do you want to dance?”

Azriel found himself smiling, nodding subtly. His hands found purchase on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the song playing. Their bodies grazed each other as they moved, electricity buzzing between them with each touch. The female turned, and her luscious ass found place against him. His cock twitched at the intimate contact. He internally groaned. It had been too long since he was able to do this. His hands roamed from the female’s waist to her abdomen against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers traced the area just below her navel, where there should be an extra bump of fabric clothing her sex. He found none, and nearly had to bite his tongue to control the sudden impulse to take her in front of everyone.

“Let’s get out of here,” Azriel found himself saying, his lips brushing against the shell of the female’s ear. “To the alley.”

The female in his arms nodded her head and started for the alley. Azriel was close behind her, his hands never leaving her hips. His cocked twitched in his pants from anticipation. Just a few more steps, a rounded corner and he’d be buried to the hilt within this unnamed female. Should it have bothered him that he cared more about what her sex felt like than what her name was? It should, he concluded, but he needed this. He supposed he could find out the female’s name quickly. At least to not treat her entirely like walking release.

The brisk autumn air kissed Azriel’s face as they finally reached the alley. Within seconds, he had the female against the wall, lips against hers with a devouring fever. The female returned the kiss, her back arching off the wall of Rita’s. His blood bubbled under his skin, and kissing her wasn’t enough. Running his hands over her breasts wasn’t enough. He thought he’d be able to play with her a bit, feel out her sex. But he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wait.

Azriel shoved a hand down his leathers and freed his cock. The autumn breeze felt soothing against the heated flesh, and he pumped himself once, then twice. He pushed the female’s dress up her thighs enough to reveal her dripping sex. He licked his lips and rest the tip of his cock against her entrance. He groaned softly with the contact.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath low and husky.

The female nodded, hips wiggling for more friction. “I didn’t get your name,” she breathed, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.

He pushed himself inside her, moaning as her puffy walls embraced his length. “Azriel,” he ground out. He snapped his hips against hers and relished at the lewd sound it made. His arms tensed, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” Her voice was breathy, broken up by moans. She felt so good around him, so – right.

His thrusts became rougher, deeper and his mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. She tightened around him like a vise as her moans became louder and higher. His name left her lips in an utterance, like a prayer. The sound of the way she moaned his name sounded like pure bliss. Azriel found himself too close to the edge too soon, but so did this beautiful female. Within a few more strokes, she was a moaning mess underneath him. Her fingernails grazed against the base of his wings, and Azriel came with a loud moan.

Azriel stood there for some time, forehead leaning against her shoulder and breathing heavily. His grip loosened against her hips, but still held her firm enough to keep her held up. A sudden shame filled Azriel. He didn’t intend to finish that quickly, but at least she finished, too.

He raised his head, eyes meeting hers and smiled softly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “For the, uh, quick finish.”

He watched as a dazzling smile crossed Y/N’s features. “I think mine was a bit quicker than yours,” she responded. Her hands ran gently along his shoulders and biceps. “Maybe we can do this again? For a little longer?”

Azriel smiled, and nodded before he could logically think. Some release every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he were being micromanaged around Elain.

“Maybe we can go back to my place?” she suggested shyly. Her hips rolled against his gently as an indicator to what she meant. Azriel didn’t have to think logically to answer her question this time.

#a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses smut #a court of thorns and roses imagine #a court of thorns and roses drabble #azriel smut #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel imagine #azriel drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel x you #acotar #acotar fic #acotar azriel #violette-hue #fated

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xjulixred45x · 4 months

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I know I have to work on the requests, but I have to get this out of my head because now I have a rediscovered love for Invincible, bear with it.

(SOMETHING LIKE A CONTINUATION OF THIS)

SOME SITUATIONS WITH YANDERE AU MARK GRAYSON/INVINCIBLE

okay, I can definitely see that you two were a couple or at least liked each other before everything went to hell.

and although you were fine with Mark at that time, when he was being convinced to join the Viltrum empire, he was somewhat seeking your approval. although using very vague assumptions, such as "would you accept an alien race if it meant world peace?" "or if that would help with the development of medicine?" You know, like what Nolan wanted to do at the beginning with Mark. and obviously since you didn't have the context you said yes without hesitation, further fueling Mark's crazy ideas.

I may not have made it very clear in the first part, but you and Nolan definitely don't get along. I mean, he's nice to you in a way, but he treats you like a little kid who needs discipline, so he tries to push Mark into that. Not only that, but you also indirectly blame him for the sudden change in Mark's personality, you know that if Nolan hadn't gotten him into that shit, he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands. The Mark you knew wasn't like that. HE WASNT.

The main reason this Mark doesn't feel angry because of your traditional escape attempts or why he's so soft is because of something our Invincible doesn't usually have, and that's his ARROGANCE. This Mark does not believe that you are capable of running away from him, you are not capable of defending yourself from him, you are not capable of harming him and above all you are not capable of HATE HIM, because he sees you as a soft creature, who should be treated as such because you are confused.

He is delusional, SpongeBob and Squidward level of Delusional. You could perfectly tell him that you hate him, that he's the worst thing that happened to you in your life... and he thinks it's reverse psychology.

"fuck you"

"Is that an invitation?😚"

"I hate you"

"I love you too babe🥰"

"If we were trapped on a desert island I wouldn't hesitate for a second to make a raft with your limbs"

"Silly you, I would take you out flying😘"

Do you see what I'm saying? For the same reason, if you end up hurting him, he would be proud that now you can definitely defend yourself from the Revolutionaries who "kidnap you every now and then" (it's you on the run). dang it, if you hurt him probably even NOLAN would compliment you for doing it despite being "so weak" and would completely approve of you.

(I can already imagine you with a wedding dress and a bouquet of knives...you want to throw it at Mark...in the face)

I think the most Mark does to scare you into escape scenarios is to threaten to throw you and not catch you next time, that's the best he goes. He can't stand the idea of leaving you paralyzed because it would be very boring and sad to see only a shell of you.

He wouldn't kill Eve, but he would never hurt you...physically. Did you see that in the end in their universe they manage to imprison him and get rid of Omniman? you totally didn't let go of Fem! Cecil(Cecilia?) all the way to her base and thanking her with all your heart and tears. Cecilia comforted you awkwardly, but she understood that you must have definitely had a hard time with Mark.

Meanwhile, with Mark already locked up, even if the world is a bit messed up, you can breathe easy for the first time in years, you can leave the base without fear of what happens to the people around you, you can eat without a problem, you can CHAT with people! it's magic! It's like you don't even remember anything before Mark! out of pure fear!

Meanwhile, Mark in prison always asks about you AT LEAST once a day, even if they give him proof that you are WELL and HEALTHY, he just doesn't believe it and DEMANDS to see you to prove it, which they obviously deny him and only makes him think that even more. The guy thinks you must be dying of hunger and cold or being eaten by collotes while you live your best life🤣

"MY POOR BABE! She must be so confused and scared without me! How do I know they're not torturing her for information!? She must be so worried because we're not getting home!" and it goes on and on... meanwhile Darling: "happy~ happy~happy~" "OHHHOOOhhOO, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!"

For now that's all. I hope the Viltrum empire doesn't come to shit on Darling's happiness☠️

#headcanons #drabbles #drabble #yandere invincible #invincible #yandere mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #nolan grayson #tw yandere #tw killing

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 10 months

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Genshin Men With an Extra Bubbly Sweetheart ♡

I just can’t get this idea out of my head!!! Genshin men with a giggly, uppity, energetic and sweet lover! Some, it would really work for! Some, it would be a little bit of a growth curve! Some…well for some it’s a long adjustment period. But they love you for you, even if your energy doesn’t match theirs at all. So let’s see how things shake out!!

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader II Romance, comfort, fluff!

Content warnings: mention of drinking to the point of blacking out and description of depressive feelings (Kaeya).

You’re a really good outlet for Diluc to step out of his comfort zone. Normally, he’s withdrawn from the public eye as much as possible. At parties, he’s the kind of guy to drink alone (he brought his own grape juice), quietly in a dark corner. So who better to break him out of his shell than the prettiest and most jubilant person he’s ever met? He’s a fool for you, doing anything you want as long as you ask him nicely (hell, you don’t even have to ask nicely. But you always do), so there’s no social boundary of his he won’t extend if it means bringing a smile to your lovely face. You drag him out into the middle of the city square during a festival to dance, every citizen watching in shock as the notoriously foreboding wine tycoon dances with his darling, fervor in his step, twirling and lifting her as she giggles merrily. Epics can be written about how the airy woman stokes flame from the coal heart of the cold, powerful man—bringing fire to his heart once again. Venti’s already on it. Before Diluc mows him down, you chime in with cheer for such a song to be written about you and your lover! Guess it’s out of said lover’s hands.

You bring life to Kaeya’s cold heart. Sure, Kaeya puts on a sly smile for others—he masks as smooth and sly and charismatic. But deep down, we know he’s in a lot of pain. The pain eats him up inside—somedays it’s stronger than others, but ever day, he carries it’s weight. But when you step into his life? Things change for him. When he first met you, he found your bubbliness very cute, but he didn’t expect it to be so disarming. No matter what someone says, that gracious smile never leaves your features—you’re endlessly open and kind, incapable of judgement or rejection. Your smile and perpetually giving heart, your ability to light up a room with your jokes and energy, feels like stepping into a warm restaurant on a cold winters night. He finds himself smiling fully with you, expressing himself in ways he never thought he could, and most of all, he feels a deep and honest connection to another person. He doesn’t drink as much as he used to, either. When he would once hop from one bar to the other, getting cut off by multiple bartenders in one night until he blacks out and finds himself passed out on the cold cobblestone of the town square, he now…can’t find it within himself to inebriate himself to that point anymore. Or even at all. He’ll take a few sips of his drink, but ultimately doesn’t want to miss a single word you say, or a single pretty giggle from your mouth. Most of all, he doesn’t want to worry you. He never wants to be the reason you frown. You make consciousness bearable. No, more than bearable. You make it…healing. So when you ask for his heart, he gives it to you without question or hesitation. He’ll give you anything in the world as long as it keeps your life happy. And he’s honored that you’d want to have him in it.

Xiao doesn’t know how to handle you. One day, you met him on the terrace of the Wangshu Inn, a dopey surprised expression on your features, and it feels like you haven’t left since. Or at least, you haven’t left his mind since. He’s never experienced attraction or closeness to another person, but he found your pure soul and liveliness…impelling. At first, he decided this feeling was just an urge to protect you—to defend a creature that brings so much joy to others. But after you kept coming back, kept chatting at him despite his stoic silence and discomforted face, kept bumping shoulders with him, ignoring his warnings about his karmic debt, kept…smiling at him, kept calling an elated feeling to rise in his chest, making his once still heart thunder like it never has before—he knew it had to be something else. You were just so uppity and lovely, he couldn’t resist you anymore. So, despite all of the warning bells in his head screaming at him not to, he told you, “I…want to be close to you…always.”. That was definitely a confession if you’ve ever heard one! So of course you threw your arms around him and kissed his cheek in joy. He gripped one hand onto the wrist holding his face and stabilized you with a hand on your waist, brain short-circuiting and blushing so hard steam shot out of his ears. The urge to run was so strong it made his hands shake, but the desire to be near you, to soak up all of the love you were willingly spilling onto him, was beyond overpowering. He was yours. Despite himself, he was yours. And he couldn’t be happier.

Zhongli finds your bubbliness endearing. You’re like a bunny rabbit—hopping from one person to the next, inciting joy wherever you go, never losing your energy. When you first met him, he found it slightly strange that a person could wear such a big smile in a funeral parlor. Of course, his boss could, but she had more than a few screws loose. But…it really didn’t seem like you did, from his initial investigation. You were just…endlessly happy. Which was a lovely sight to see. In his 5000 years of life, he’s never met a person so full of heart and delight. Your jubilant nature was something he adored about you; he found himself wanting to watch you everywhere you went, listen to every conversation you had, because you were just so enrapturing! Every time you found him and started excitedly chattering about your day or your new favorite thing or a person you met, he would hum happily and rest a cheek on his propped-up hand. He had a habit of looking at you like you were the most delicious thing in the world—like a lion to your bunny-like nature. This look of his, reserved only for you, sometimes caught you off guard, taking you out of your joyful musings, making your cheeks turn pink and eyes go slightly wide. He couldn’t help it! Your spirit was satiating to his old soul. And he also couldn’t help but enjoy your sweet and delicate features—he was a man, after all. He’d often invite you to have tea or dinner with him, just so he could close his eyes and listen to the bell-like ringing of your voice; but he was thoroughly surprised when, after a nice dinner by the harbor and a sweet goodnight, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. Oh. she believed this was a date. And…she seemed to enjoy it!, he thought with a composed smile. Happy to bring you such a lovely feeling, a feeling like those you graciously share with him every day—and pleasantly surprised to know you found him as alluring as he found you. So he brought you back into him, placing an even more fervent kiss to your lips—making you squeak, startled, but immediately return his fervor. Looks like the the lively bunny rabbit has caught the lion! And to his rapture, she was never going to let him go ♡

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anazitos · 2 months

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MAMA'S BOY

Severus Snape loved his mother since he was born. He loves the looks of affection, the affectionate words, the games and movie nights.

He only cared about her. He loved his mom, she was the only one he could give or receive this love without being afraid.

He was mommy's little boy.

But this changed when his father beat him so much that poor Severus couldn't get up. His entire body hurt in an agonizing way, so much pain that he couldn't cry, much less get up. The worst part of it all was, he knew his mother was watching. Every punch, humiliation, kick. She was watching, standing behind the wall, not moving a muscle to help him.

And the best part, she didn't help him. It left him passed out on the kitchen floor, covered in injuries. It was only the next day, when Snape was still unconscious, that she helped him. Taking him off the kitchen floor, taking him to the bedroom and bandaging his wounds. But that doesn't change the feeling of abandonment that Snape felt when he looked at his mother standing in the kitchen doing nothing, even though she was a witch.

But it was okay, it was okay. She feared her father, and Snape couldn't blame her. She didn't know what to do or act. Everything was gone.

But then it started more often. His oai would arrive drunk and beat him, leaving him passed out on the floor. And his mother didn't help him, only the next day. Then he realized that she enjoyed these moments. She was grateful for the few seconds that she wasn't the one taking the punches, being left bloody on the floor like before.

She was grateful that her son was being beaten instead of her. Snape didn't know what to make of this realization. No, this couldn't be his mother, his beloved mother.

She always protected him from insults and violence, every time her father beat her she would step forward and defend her son with nails and blood. But looking at her, sitting in the room directing her gaze to nothingness. He realized, that she is nothing more than a hollow shell. And that her beloved mother died, leaving only a woman with an insatiable thirst for survival.

Watching her, Snape confirmed one thing. That he would be just like her. An empty hollow shell incapable of feeling any feeling or instinct other than survival. Mommy's little boy would turn out to be someone as rotten inside as she was.

The woman who raised him.

#severus snape #marauders #headcanon #snape fandom #professor snape #mommy issues

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luvrlou · 10 months

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"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"

Pairing: Calfreezy x fem!reader

Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, alcohol use

A/N: I made the reader Scottish for no real reason

Word Count: 1.6k

"Christmas baking attempts"

"Cal! Are you stupid?" You shrieked as he put an egg, shell and everything, into the cake batter you had spent half of your video making.

"What! It said add one egg!" He was quick to defend himself. You and Cal had decided to make a baking vlog for your youtube channel. Safe to say it's not really going to plan.

You sighed and clutched your head, "without the shell babe, without the shell."

"I'll just take it out then," he grumbled, reaching into the batter to retrieve the egg, coating his hand in the gooey subtance.

You groaned yet again, he looked over to you, his face holding a cheeky grin. "Cal," you warned as he approached you. "Cal! Stop!"

He chased you around the kitchen island his dirty hand stretching towards you, "come here, darling!" He cooed jokingly.

"Piss off Freezy!" You screamed, him closing the large gap between you alarmingly fast.

Before you knew it, he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He planted his batter-covered hand onto the side of your face.

"I fucking hate you," you mumbled as he cackled. "Naw don't laugh, it's no funny Cal!" Instead of laughed again, he leaned into you and enveloped your lips in a sweet and innocent kiss.

"Don't want to scare off your viewers now do we, doll?" He taunted, his lips ghosting over yours, you slapped his face lightly, turning away in a faux huff.

2. "IT GOT SO MUCH WORSE..."

"Alright Harry," you smiled at the younger man as you and Cal walked over to the table he was sitting at. A view of the beautiful Mykonos beach stretched past you all.

Before he could reply Callum's voice echoed, his camera pointing towards the three of you, "just hooked up with them again, apparently there was some interesting stories that happened last night." He sat across from you and Cal, who you were practically on top of. "Aw what an adorable pair of lovebirds!"

"Shut it, Lux," Cal groaned back. You sending him the middle finger

Callum only laughed in return and placed his camera in front of him and Harry. "I come to my senses at six, thirty am. So I'm outside, didn't even know how I got there." Harry continued to tell the story of how he had drunkenly let himself into a random man's villa.

"Even worse, he was in nothing but his boxers," Cal chuckled, making Harry groan embarrassedly.

"So, I'm like alright, Freezy will save me! So I run upstairs, bang on his door for a bit." He explained.

"Aye, then I answer the door and that shred of innocence I had left fucked off. The only man I should see in such a lack of clothes is Cal!" You butted in, making Cal red in the face And Callum burst out laughing.

"Yeah, so I end up sleeping in their bathtub with a towel over me, Y/N was nice enough to lend me a pillow." Harry finished his story.

"Sure I'm such a gem," you laughed, leaning on top of Cal, who only kissed your forehead in return.

3. "How I bitched Calfreezy"

You and Cal were making a storytime of how your relationship came about, at about 6 minutes in footage of Cal's vlog from the unexpected night started playing.

"Is that the real KSI!" Cal exclaimed in faux shock, his plastic cup half full of beer swishing about in his hand.

"Ah, Yes! It is I! The KSI!" His friend states in return, waving his arms about in a drunken manner, accidentally hitting a girl behind him.

It was you, you were that girl.

You whipped your head around in an irritated sense, "Watch it! I'm trying to drink over her!"

Cal laughed in response, "sorry love!"

"Don't sorry love me," you quipped. Before turning back to your girlfriends, "what a fud, honestly," you mumbled to them.

4. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

"Hello, hello. If you don't already know me, shame on you. But I am Y/N L/N-" You began, standing at the podium before getting interrupted by your boyfriend in the crowd.

"Freezy! Y/N Freezy!"

You smiled while rolling your eyes, "we'll talk once you put a ring on it."

Everyone in the crowd laughed giddily at your roasts, picking off each member one by one.

"Honestly Harry, I don't know what's a bigger misfortune for you, your love life or your intense drug issues. I mean they probably go hand in hand, no one wants to get in and about a druggie." You stated, earning cackles from Ethan and JJ.

"That's my girl everyone!" Your boyfriend shouted out yet again from the crowd.

"Like a said previously, put a ring on it babe!"

5. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

It was Cal's shot at the sidemen, lets just say that boy had both no filter and no mercy. The best and decided cutest roast by fans was when he reached Simon.

"My girl also wants a ring, the kind you put on her finger. I think Talia is wanting a different ring for you." He grinned, shooting you a smile.

"Aye Freezy, when's my ring coming?" You shouted to him.

He chuckled in response, "hope you realise that you also have to spend your life with me, not just get a ring."

"Better be getting 2 rings then!"

He scoffed, "that is the whole point of engagement and marriage, darling."

6. is he proposing or did he just...

You had seen those tiktoks floating about your for-you-page for at least a month now, them always ending happily. As if on cue Cal decided to book a last-minute getaway to Rome.

Is he proposing or did he just give me his bank card and tell me to get my nails redone? You were walking into your kitchen when Cal stopped you, "babe!" He called.

"Yeah, what's up?" You answered, puzzled.

He handed you his bank card, "go get your nails done for Rome!"

You looked at him sort of suspiciously, but you weren't one to pass up on an opportunity to get your nails done.

Is he proposing or did he just tell me to pack my favourite dress for Rome? You were sat going through all the clothes in your closet, putting together outfits for your holiday when Cal walked in.

"Bring your favourite dress with you." He stated.

You tilted your head to the side, "why?"

"I booked that really fancy restaurant you haven't shut up about for the past 6 months." His answer made you jump up and hug him, chanting 'thankyou's. "Anything for my girl.

Is he proposing or did he just want to take me on an impulsive trip? Cal was walking with both of your cases in front of you as you sorted out your passports. Every time you flew he would deal with luggage and you would deal with the documents. You both knew that Cal was way to risky to have both passports and boarding passes.

"Can we go get drinks after security?" You asked as you joined to line to luggage check-in.

"Obviously."

Is he proposing or did he just buy me a brand-new bracelet as soon as we got to Rome? Cal dragged you into an authentic jewellers, eyes darting straight to the bracelets.

"What wrist do you usually wear your bracelets?" He asked, odd question.

"My right."

He hummed in response, "maybe you should switch things up and put it on your left."

Is he proposing or did he just take me to the most high-end restaurant in Rome? You giggled like a child who was going into a sweet shop as you approached the restaurant.

"Are you excited darling?" He asked, slightly tensely.

"Of course!" You practically squealed in response, "why? Are you not?"

He smiled softly at your confused demeanour, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He proposed.

7. SIDEMEN TINDER IN REAL LIFE (UK YOUTUBE EDITION)

Cal's face dropped when the next girl walked into the studio, you.

He first looked to the camera, then you, then the boys behind him. "Who's idea was it to put my fucking girlfriend in this?" He yelled before the camera cut off.

Cal walked forward towards you, a coin in his hand. "If I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head?"

This made you burst out laughing, "naw, lets switch this up, shall we? What are the odds I get head?"

8. We revered the tinder in real life ft. the sidemen

"Now if Cal swipes right to any girl who gives him a shite line I will not hesitate to two-foot him." You stated to the line of your friends.

You smiled as he strutted in as if he was on a catwalk, adding a little spin when he reached the board.

"Hello I'm CalFreezy, I'm 25 years old and I'm from London." He introduced himself.

You walked up to him first, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Glasgow." He chuckled silently, acting as if he wasn't aware of every little thing about you.

"Hello Y/N," he grinned.

"You're hot I would leave my fiancé for you." You stated, all your friends, including Cal, started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Just get out of here!" He laughed, his arm indicating to the left.

You huffed and stomped away, "my own fiancé, what a dick."

#lou writes fanfic #calfreezy x reader #calfreezy imagine #sidemen imagine #sidemen x reader #Spotify

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withacapitalp · 8 months

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Toast

Link to ao3 for the stranger things writers guild daily drabble!

“I’m going to skip asking how you got into my house this morning, and go straight to what the fuck happened in here?!” Steve shouted after he finally got the window open, watching the smoke pour out into the open air.

The kitchen was, in a word, a complete and utter wreck. Egg shells littered the counter tops, batter was dripping from the ceiling, flour was layered on the floor like freshly fallen snow, and two bedraggled teenagers were standing in front of him looking extremely forlorn.

“We were trying to make you breakfast,” Dustin sighed as Max dragged a path through the flour with the toe of her sneaker, still not looking up at him.

“Why?!” Steve cried, throwing his hands up, starting to get actually angry. He had woken from a wonderfully peaceful sleep to the smell of smoke and the fire alarm blaring in his ears, and he still had no clue what was going on. All he knew was they were in big, big, trouble.

The kids knew they were semi-permanently banned from being in the kitchen. They knew that. Especially if he wasn’t around to stop them from their ‘experiments’ with food! Steve didn’t put his foot down about a lot of things, but this was the one thing that the entire Party actually listened to him on.

So now they had not only broken in, but broken in to go against probably the only rule he had for them. He wasn’t usually a hardass, but this might merit a phone call to both of their mothers.

“Why?” Steve repeated, his teeth gritted against the yell that was threatening to come bursting out of his throat.

“Because it’s Father’s Day, jackass,” Max snapped, finally turning her glare upward, as if challenging Steve to say anything.

The anger instantly vanished. Steve’s mouth shut like a trap, and his eyes opened comically wide.

He had forgotten. There wasn’t really any point in remembering. Vaguely he knew that was why Robin and Eddie wouldn’t be able to hang out today, and that was the reason that everyone else would also be busy, but now he was hit full force by the fact that he wasn’t the only one without a dad today.

Or, apparently he was, because according to Dustin and Max, he was the one they were going to celebrate today with.

And that wasn’t terrifying at all. Nope. Steve wasn’t freaked out by that whatsoever.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know that the kids saw him as someone to look up to. But there was knowing that, and there was having the two without father figures break into his house just to try and make him something to show that they cared about him.

And Steve had spent the better part of the last ten minutes lecturing them.

“Well, the toast survived,” He said slowly, walking around Dustin and Max and over to the kitchen table where two pieces of sad burnt toast were sitting on a blue china plate.

“Barely,” Dustin grumbled, turning and leaning into Steve’s side. Max hooked her chin over Steve’s shoulder to join them in staring at the slightly depressing toast.

“Don’t be mean to my toast. It was made with love,” Steve defended, grabbing the plate and holding it high above their heads as both kids groaned and reached up to take it away, complaining about how gross he was being.

“Let’s take this inside and watch some tv. Then we can clean this up, and I’ll show you guys how to properly make breakfast,” Steve declared, already going towards the living room, “You know, for next Father’s Day. ”

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #dustin henderson #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #stwgdailyprompt #I don't make the rules #Steve is their 'bother' figure #because he's always bothering them so much

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Quiet Love

Genre: Miscommunication, Angst, Unrequited love, Romance, Misunderstandings, slow-burn, Fluff ending.

Warnings: None, other then Y/n and Lo’ak being completely obvious to each others feelings.

Parings: Lo’ak x Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Kiri and Y/n have been joined by the hip since their birth leading to a deep bond. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kiri how Y/n always seemed to get distracted by Lo’ak, her skxawng of a brother. But did he feel the same?

Word count: 7.2k (Sorry, please bare with me!)

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“What do you mean?” Y/n asks frantically, her voice wavering upon hearing the news Kiri relayed to her. Her legs felt like jelly under her best friend's stare, her heart beating erratically against her chest. Kiri held back her own tears, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold herself together, as if to hold herself from falling apart.

After a close call with the RDA, when Lo’ak took his siblings and Spider to the old shack. It had been decided by Jake and Neytiri that they leave the clan. For the clans safety as well as their families safety. Y/n was originally upset that Lo’ak didn’t include her in his adventure, but all the anger and betrayal washed off as soon as Kiri told her their final verdict.

“They will announce Tarsem tomorrow. We’ll leave shortly after” she adds, walking across the tent to begin packing her own belongings. Y/n watches miserably, seeing how Kiri kept her eyes trained onto her mat, folding it up neatly.

“B-but…this is your home!” Y/n whispers, her tone laced with urgency.

She didn’t know what she was fighting for, the choice had already been made. And she knew it was for their safety, they were being hunted. But she couldn’t stop her pleas that slipped past her trembling lips.

“This is our home Kiri…” she adds, crouching down to Kiri’s level, taking her hand gently into hers.

Kiri lets out a shaky sigh, stopping her work to look up into the pleading irises of her dearest friend. Someone she considered her own sister, who stood by her at times when Kiri felt the lowest.

When the clans' young ones would tease her about her fingers, her brothers fingers, Y/n was there to defend them. When Kiri missed her mother terribly after visiting her in the lab, Y/n was there to pick up the pieces. And when Kiri felt she was different, worried about feeling the nature breathe around her, as if it were one with her. Y/n was there to soothe her. The mere thought of leaving that comfort caused the knot in Kiri’s stomach to throb with pain.

“Will you come with us?” Kiri asks, watching her words seep into Y/n as her eyes swarm with conflict.

Y/n didn’t have a family, her father died during the great war many moons ago fighting alongside Jake Sully. And her mother died not long after her birth. Due to her mother being a wise healer, respected amongst the clan, she had connections with Mo’at, who immediately took Y/n in after her passing. Y/n grew up following her mothers footsteps of being a healer, bonding with Kiri during their many shared lessons. She also grew close with their family, as if she was one of the Sully’s.

Y/n felt herself choke up at the thought of losing them, losing her family. She didn’t know how she would function without seeing Tuk grow up. Attending lessons with Kiri and sneaking away to explore the nature around them at eclipse. Without training with Neteyam and complaining to each other regarding their duties. Without feeling the parental love Neytiri and Jake showered her with. And most importantly, without spending time slacking off with Lo’ak. Her dearest Lo’ak, whom she grew forbidden feelings for. She would be a shell of herself if they were gone from her life.

“I….I don’t have anything Kiri. You all….you’re all I have left. Please…take me with you” Y/n pleads softly embracing Kiri, letting her tears roll down her cheeks freely. Kiri returns the hug, cradling her head as she silently sobs.

Unbeknownst to the two girls, Lo’ak stood outside the tent. His eyebrows furrowed with concentration and his teeth tightly clenched at the sounds of Y/n’s sobs. He felt awful for eavesdropping on them but he heard what he needed to hear. He felt guilty for not including Y/n on the adventure, and hearing what his father decided made him realize how easily he could lose Y/n.

His best friend. His quiet love.

Hearing Y/n confirm that she wanted to be with his family lit a fire within him, his steps hurried as he left the tent to go find his father. He knew he didn’t have to beg too hard for Y/n to join them, Y/n was practically like a family.

Lo’ak feels a small smile tug at his lips. He was going to leave everything he knew, everything he grew up knowing. But a small part of him was relieved to the moon and back that Y/n would join them.

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Lo’ak tightens his bags on his Ikran who screeches loudly, everyone has begun to get ready for the flight. The ceremony had just ended and the Sully’s were getting ready to embark on their journey, all with solemn expressions of sadness.

Lo’ak turns around his eyes flickering to the sound of Y/n whispering to her Ikran. His eyes land on Y/n, her eyes swollen. Her cheeks red with stains of her tears that she had shed earlier at the ceremony.

Feeling his throat tighten at the sight he quietly walks towards her, his palms grew sweaty as he neared her presence. Even with everything that is going on, Lo’ak felt his heart rate quicken at the mere sight of her.

His childhood friend who grew to become a beautiful Na’vi, gaining respect amongst her clan for being a great healer at such a young age.

The way she cooed at her Ikran as she nuzzled her face into its neck sent a fury of butterflies through his stomach. He didn’t know when, but growing up with her constantly by his side brought such light and warmth into his life. Watching her follow him and his sister through their many journeys were the highlight of his days. But somehow along the way, she had also captured his heart.

But he knew this was not meant to be. Y/n never showed any interest in him, nor any other male that presented themselves as a potential mate. And there were many suitors.

This led to Lo’ak always watching her from afar. Afraid to make a move, not wanting their friendship to diminish at the cost of his inner feelings. He would rather face a palulukan alone at the cost of his life, then lose this friendship that meant so much to him.

“Lo’ak?” Y/n calls softly.

Lo’ak jolts, his posture straightening as he realizes he was so lost in thought he was mindlessly gazing at her.

“Are you ok?” She asks again, softly.

She takes a step towards him, her tiny warm hand settling on his shoulder. It sent an electric current throughout his body at her touch. Clearing his throat he looks back into her eyes.

“I’m ok. Are you?” He asks, making her eyes soften at his words.

“I’m fine, how is your brother?” She asks, nodding to where Neteyam was, his ceremonial cloak sat on his shoulders as if it were weighing him down. His jaws tightly clenched as he mounted his Ikran with ease.

Lo’ak frowns at Y/n’s words. He came to check up on her, and she was asking about Neteyam?

“He has been quiet through the entire ceremony. It must have been hard on him, working his entire life to be Olo'eyktan. Only for the title to be given to someone else….I worry for him. It pains me to see my brother like that” she whispers, her eyes sorrowful as she looks at Neteyam.

Lo’ak feels his heart sink at her words, and her expression. The truth he always tried to avoid, the fact Y/n loved him and his siblings as if they were her own. He knew how much Y/N cared for them, how she looked to them as if they were her family. There was truth to that, Neytiri and Jake always made her feel included. It was as if they adopted her without verbal consent. It just...happened.

This just further proved to him the wedge in between them would never change. She would look at Tuk, Kiri and Neteyam as if they were her brothers and sisters. Lo’ak would be nothing more than a brother in her eyes.

Lo’ak opens his mouth to respond but closes it realizing the thick lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.

“Alright, let’s go” Jake announces , Lo’ak taking this as his cue to leave. He offers Y/n a timid smile before walking away, letting her hand brush down his arm. He fights the way his heart flutters at the feeling, walking towards his Ikran.

Y/n frowns at his cold shoulder, but chalks it up to feeling overwhelmed. It’s been a long and emotional day for everyone.

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“Alright, easy” Jake instructs, raising his hands slightly to show no aggression as he leads the Sully’s and Y/n toward the gathering Na’vi. Feeling uncomfortable Y/n catches Lo’ak’s glance towards her. She turns to walk beside him but he quickly shakes off her stare walking to Neteyam instead, leaving her to scurry after Kiri.

Kiri clutched her knitted shawl around her as they settled in the middle of the crowd. Feeling fear wash over her Y/n quickly looks down, her heart rate quickening. She heard how they whispered around her, how they stared at them with their wandering judgmental eyes.

Y/n’s ears twitch at the sound of a splash nearby. Turning her head she notices how Neteyam and Lo’ak are both focused on the sea. She watches with great heartbreak as a beautiful Na’vi emerges from the blue, with the steady gaze of Lo’ak on her. She catches how Neteyam throws Lo’ak a small smirk before facing forward. Feeling her heart sink at the sight Y/n quickly looks away. Occasionally glancing back at Lo’ak.

Lo’ak is mesmerized by the beautiful Na’vi, he couldn’t seem to look away. The way the water cascaded down her form as she walked towards his family. He knew she was the definition of beauty, but even under these conditions Lo’ak couldn’t help but silently agree that Y/n are more beautiful, more ethereal.

Just as she walks to stop the boys who were bothering them Lo’ak opens his mouth to call a quick greeting but stops when he feels eyes on him. He whips his head towards Y/n’s direction seeing how she was focused on the sand beneath her. Her eyes brows forced into concentration as she bit lips.

Lo’ak felt defeated thinking she was looking at him. ‘Why would she be watching me?’ He thinks bitterly. She didn’t see him in that light. Never has, never will.

He turns back to the girl, forcing a smile. The girl giggles under his stare, watching him and his family. ‘New home, might as well move on’ Lo’ak thinks to himself. Forcing his feelings down.

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The adjustment from the forest to the sea was excruciating. Kiri got a hang of the lessons pretty easily. Lo’ak and Neteyam worked to the bone to adjust just as fast.

Y/n however, kept facing obstacles that seemed to deter her from reaching her goal. Kiri always held out a helping hand but Y/n couldn’t help feeling like a burden to their family. She couldn’t help the distaste of disappointment in her mouth.

Y/n lets out a loud sigh, her eyes watching the waves that crashed against the rock she sat perched upon. It didn’t help that she also noticed her best friend Lo’ak becoming distant. On many occasions she tried approaching him. He simply brushed her off.

He either seemed completely uninterested or ran off to who Eywa knows where with some lame excuse. It caused the poor Na’vi immense pain seeing him run off to Tsireya from time to time.

Her fingers fiddle around the arm band she was currently working on, weaving the pearls and shells delicately into the woven sea glass. She wanted to give it to Lo’ak as a gift, and hopefully get on his good graces. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something wrong to upset him.

“Hey” a small voice calls, snapping her from her daze.

She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized when Neteyam approached her and sat beside her, glancing at the arm band in between her fingers.

“Have you spoken to Lo’ak?”

A knowing look adorning his face. Neteyam was the only Sully who knew of Y/n’s deep infatuation for Lo’ak. At least, he was the only Sully who acted upon it. Kiri knew Y/n liked her brother before Y/n came to acknowledge it herself!

Kiri just refuses to aid in the idea of it, pretending she cannot see the way Y/n’s eyes light up when Lo’ak enters her vision. Or the way Y/n’s cheeks flush purple under his stare. And the way Y/n’s eyes would always wander around aimlessly, as if always looking for him.

“I’ll take that as a no” Neteyam says chuckling at the h/c girls lack of response.

Y/n shrugs, leaning onto his shoulder. She lets her sadness wash down her, her weight leaning onto Neteyam. She enjoyed moments like this, even though Neteyam was burdened with such responsibilities at all time. He always offered his shoulder to Y/n. He was an ideal brother.

“Have I done something Neteyam?” Y/n asks softly, putting the arm band away stashed in her little pouch tied to her loincloth. She collected many shells over the past few weeks, in many shapes and colors that reminded her of Lo’ak.

“No, he’s just a skxawng. Give him time, knowing my brother he won’t be able to stay away from you too long” Y/n’s lips twitch at the words. Finding humor at a time like this

“Do you want to join me for a liu ride?” Neteyam asks, standing up. He extends his hands making the girl frown at the gesture. “Neteyam, you know I have trouble holding my breath” she sulks, reluctantly taking his hand. He pulls her up, scoffing in response.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be diving. I’ll also teach you. Extra lessons couldn’t hurt now, could it?” He hums, amused.

Y/N squeezes his hand realizing all this was being done so she wouldn’t be sad. She felt grateful for having a brother like him in her life.

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“Back of fish lips!” Lo’ak hisses, walking towards the group. He made sure to create distance between them and his sister who they were harassing earlier.

His strides don’t falter as he sizes up Ao’nung who smirks at his presence. He eyes scan him up and down, his smirk deepening as they land in his fingers.

“Oh look, another four fingered freak!” Ao’nung mocks raising his hands as if to bring more attention to Lo’ak.

The other three start tugging at his tail, and his hands. Tossing names here and there. Lo’ak falters for a mere second, as flashbacks from his home dance across his vision.

“The son of Toruk Makto, and he has five fingers?”

“He’s an alien!”

“He has demon blood”

“He’ll never live up to his brother. How pathetic”

Lo’ak heard the whispers, heard the insults being thrown at him. They usually rolled down his back, nestling in his heart to cause pain as he would reminiscence on it later. He didn’t brother opening his mouth because a part of him knew he was unworthy.

He wouldn’t be seen as anything but a demon. He bit this togue, not wanting to start a fight when he had a clear disadvantage. Just as he turns to leave a figure comes rushing in, the way she stomped up to them caused the beads on her locks to clash together with force.

“Hey!! SKXAWNG!!!” Y/n hisses wildly, coming to stand in front of Lo’ak. His eyes widen seeing her expression. She looked furious, but also fearless under the eyes of the four boys in front of her.

“You better ba-“

“Back off…..Now!” Neteyam growls. Lo’ak blinks, shaking his head off the memory that rendered him speechless. His eyes widened seeing Neteyam, his finger pressing against Ao’nungs chest.

Feeling warmth on his shoulder, he turns to see Y/n. His deep breaths falter at the sight of her. This close. Touching him. Her eyes were trained on Neteyam and Ao’nung. Her jaw clenched tightly and her ears flattened against her locks.

The girl he had forced himself to avoid for the past few weeks. The very same girl that plagued all of his thoughts. He couldn’t understand how she came to his rescue again, after all he had been doing.

“Smart choice…” Neteyam notes as Ao’nung raises his hands in defeat. Y/n takes this moment to glance back at Kiri. Seeing her friend offer a tiny smile she turns to Lo’ak, who she held back as Neteyam took care of the situation.

Her eyes widened seeing Lo’ak’s eyes already steadily on her. His eyes furrowed as he kept glancing down to where her hand was. In Y/n’s eyes it seemed like a look of disgust, causing her to quickly remove her hands. But in truth, it was a look of despair. He knew it was just a sister-ly touch. Nothing more, nothing less.

“S-sorry” she whispers feeling embarrassed. Clearly Lo’ak was upset, he turns his head away scoffing in response. Neteyam finishes talking to the group, turning back to his siblings. He whispers a quiet ‘c’mon’, before leading them away.

“They’re freaks, the whole family. They even have Y/n follow them around. As if she were a pet!”

Ao’nung adds, causing Lo’ak to stop mid step . He sees the color drain from Y/n’s face at the words. Neteyam immediately tenses up, Turning to the boys. He goes to step towards them but Lo’ak holds his hands up.

“Don’t worry bro, I got this” he growls leaving the trio. Kiri clutches onto Y/n’s trembling hands as she stares into the sand below her.

‘Is that what I am? Am I just a pet, always following them around….Am I that much of a burden? Am I even worth it to even be considered a…Sully…..it took a bunch of skxawng’s for me to real-’

“It’s called a punch bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!!!” Lo’ak growls at the surprised boy, clutching his nose where Lo’ak had landed his punch. Y/n’s eyes widen, forgetting about the tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

Watching how the group began attacking Lo’ak Y/n feels her body lurch forward. Trying to aid Lo’ak or at least pull him away. Neteyam stops her, his hand firmly on her shoulder. He offers a small smile before marching towards the tousling group.

Y/n feels herself calm down thinking Neteyam will break them up. Much to her surprise Neteyam joins the fight, landing a few punches and kicks before being thrown down himself. Y/n sputters in disbelief.

“This so stupid!!” Kiri calls, taking Y/n’s hands into her. The girls couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Sure they were all going to go through hell because of this fight, but it was funny to watch. Especially seeing how Lo’ak and Neteyam were able to hold their own against 4 Na’vi boys.

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Y/n waits outside her family marui patiently for Lo’ak and Neteyam. She heard Jake’s booming voice as he lectured the two. She felt her heart race as her guilty conscious settled in. She should have stopped them, She could hold herself in a fight if needed. But what Ao’nung had said had thrown her off. His words pierced through her like knives. She couldn't help but feel defeated.

Hearing the sound shuffling come near the door Y/n looks up as Jake is the first to walk out. His eyes scan her form for any injuries before signing out loud.

“Can you please tend to Lo’ak. He’ll be apologizing to Ao’nung right after '' Jake declares loudly as Lo’ak follows his father out.

His head hung low as Y/n noticed the scratches all over his body and face. Neteyam follows Jake out before sending Y/n a half grimace half smile, the cut on his lip effecting his expression. Just as Jake and Neteyam disappear Y/n turns to Lo’ak. Usually they always have friendly banter, a feeling of comfort always surrounding them whenever they are together. But now? A thick tension filled the air.

“Come” Y/n urges shyly, walking inside the hut. Luckily Lo’ak follows after her, opting to keep his mouth shut. He watches how she settles on her mat, which was far from his. A choice he made once they arrived here. The more he looked at it, the more he regretted the decision. He would never turn down the opportunity to cuddle up against her.

But he had to. He had to be strict. No more acting like this union would ever work. He would never force that on Y/n.

“Sit down” Y/n says, snapping him away from his thoughts. Lo’ak feels his stomach flutter as she looks up at him, her big round eyes that always caught his attention peering up at him. What he would do to grab her face. Cup her cheeks into her palms only to memorize every inch of her face. He grits his teeth at the warm fuzzy feeling inside him, plopping down in front of her sitting cross legged.

Y/n stays silent taking the pre-made paste she had stashed in her belongings. It was yalana bark, something Kiri had told her about and urged her to make a lot of. Y/n was amazed with its healing properties as well as the fact it barely stung upon contact. She warms up the paste in between her fingers occasionally taking glances towards Lo’ak.

She caught his stare on her, steady and unwavering. He held an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. Was it anger? Disgust? Or…longing? Y/n scoffs silently at her wandering thoughts, reaching up to apply the paste to his upper right cheek. Lo’ak flinches upon contact, but ignores the feelings stirring within him.

“Thanks” Y/n whispers, so quiet that anyone else would have missed it. Not Lo’ak, whenever he is near Y/n he is always on alert. Registering the smallest sounds that escaped her. It was as if he was hyper aware of her presence at all times.

“For?” He inquired, uncharacteristically calm.

“You know..for standing up for Kiri…for standing up for me” she whispers, gently caressing the bruise. Making sure not to hurt him. Lo’ak scoffs, he rolls his eyes turning his gaze away from her eyes that tries to maintain eye contact.

“Of course. I couldn’t let Fish Lips say things about my…family” Lo’ak replies, the word family feeling so thick on his tongue. Y/n smiles sadly.

“I’m not your family Lo’ak” she states, her eyes misting up as she recalled what Ao’nung had said.

‘Pet’

“What do you mean?” Lo’ak demands, a little too harshly. He regretted his tone when he saw how Y/n had flinched.

“You know….I don’t have a family. I’m always wandering around, looking for a purpose. I just happen to…follow your family….more than most” Y/n whimpers out. Her ears betrayed her expression. She clenched her jaws attempting to hold in her tears. But her ears flattened against her head, showing how vulnerable she was really feeling.

“What are you saying Y/n? Forget what he said, I’ll fucking deal with him later. You are apart of the Sully’s. You are apart of our family” Lo’ak presses. He didn’t want to say these words, but in his eyes; who was he to deny Y/n his family when that’s all she’s ever longed for? He will be her brother, if that’ll make her happy. He’ll sacrifice everything for her, even his love.

Y/n smiles fondly at his declaration, finishing up with the application of the paste. After she wipes her hands she looks at him, seeing how his eyes followed her every movement, her smile falters thinking back to how she's been receiving his cold shoulder for the past few weeks.

“If I’m family Lo’ak, why have you been pushing me away?” Y/n asks, more like pleads. The words cause Lo’ak’s calm demeanor to break. His jaws lock at her words, his eyes slightly squinting.

“I haven’t been pushing you away Y/n” he says through clenched teeth.

“Bullshit!” Y/n shouts, a word she had learned from Lo’ak over the years. Lo’ak’s eyes widened at her tone.

“Don’t lie to me Lo’ak. You know how close we are, how close we were! You are avoiding me-“ Y/n feels her tears stream down her face. Ignoring the tears she continues on with her rant.

“-You don't want to hang around me anymore, you don't want to be near me and you use stupid excuses to evade me…E-everytime!” she whimpers. The words are like stones in Lo’ak’s heart. His mouth hangs low, unsure of what he could say.

“I-I don’t know if it’s because of something I did! Or because you’re so busy falling in love with Tsireya-”

“What?” Lo’ak growls at the mention of Tsireya.

Y/n’s ears pin down at his tone. His eyes glare down at her before he stands up abruptly. Y/n also stands up, realizing she had over stepped. So what if he was in love with Lo’ak. If Lo’ak loved Tsireya she was no one to talk badly about her. She opens her mouth to apologize but Lo’ak raises his hand to motion her to keep her mouth shut.

“Don’t speak of her that way” Lo’ak growls, his tail trashing behind him.

Over the past weeks that he’s been suffering from not being near Y/n, he had been seeking comfort from Tsireya. Who helped him immensely, she taught him that he cannot bury feelings that rang so deep within his soul. She taught him that he can still love Y/n from afar. That loving her despite everything wasn't a sin. She was a precious friend to him.

The way Lo’ak defended Tsireya caused something to snap within Y/n, her eyes squinting into a glare, her fangs bared. She had been pinning over Lo’ak for years, and granted he saw her as a sister. That didn't mean he had the right to toss her aside as if she were nothing.

“Oh yea? Fine! I won’t. But don’t pretend you care about me, your ‘family’ when you’re so busy with her!” Y/n snaps. All these days weaving an arm band for him in silence , and alone began to fuel her anger.

“Y/n I do care. Fuck, I care more than you think, I don’t li-“ Lo’ak tried to reach for her hand but Y/n is quick to slap it away.

“No you don’t!! I’m not some kind of toy. I have feelings, I feel things! You didn't care for me like that, if you did maybe you’d know how I feel? Maybe you’d know why my heart shatters at the sight of you and Tsireya huddled together day in and day out!” Y/n hisses. Wiping her array of tears.

Lo’ak is frozen in place, unsure of what he had heard.

‘Was that a confession? Did she…with me? No…’

Lo’ak mentally fights himself as Y/n brushes past him in a hurry. Feeling their shoulders collide Lo’ak snaps from his trance.

“Wait!” He calls following her out the hut. The moment she was out of his sight he collided with a hard chest.

“Lo'ak '' Jake says sternly looking down at his son. He saw Y/n run past him, in tears. He knew Lo’ak was to blame but he needed to handle one problem at a time. Lo’ak looks past his father, seeing Y/n’s still retreating figure.

“Wait, dad one-“ if he left now he would be able to reach her.

“Not another word boy, You will go and apologize to Ao’nung. After which, and only after then can you go after Y/n”

Lo’ak ear twitched in mild annoyance, every part of him wanted to find Y/n and clear the air. Was what she said true? Did he even hear her correctly? Was she jealous of his interactions with Tsireya?

Lo’ak desperately tried to argue back but Jake wouldn't let up, he dismissed him causing him to walk into the sea in search of Ao’nung. All the while he couldn't help but feel the fluttery feeling deep within him grow with newfound hope.

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“Y/n?” Kiri calls, she had been looking for said girl aimlessly round the village for a while now. She carefully walks toward Y/n, who was on the sand, her hands shuffle round frantically. Upon hearing Kiri’s voice Y/n’s head snaps to her. Her eyes were already swollen with tears.

Kiri immediately crouches down to her level, taking her hands into hers. Wiping the sand off her hands she looks at her friend. Her eyebrows furrow seeing the tears against her puffy cheeks. She takes her other hand to wipe the tears, causing Y/n to sniffle.

“What's wrong? I have been looking for you everywhere. Why are you crying?” Kiri asks, sitting on the sand fully. Her hands never leave Y/n’s as they interlock their fingers. Y/n shrugs, looking down. She was too ashamed to make eye contact with Kiri.

She felt terrible for her outburst at Lo’ak earlier, accidentally spilling secrets she intended to take to her grave. And her heart gave out when she noticed the armband that she had been working on, gone. Nowhere to be seen. Ever since her departure from Lo’ak she had been retracing her steps in hopes of finding it. But still no luck.

“I…lost something. I'm looking for it” she mumbles, her fingers twitching against Kiri’s, who stays quiet.

“I..It was an armband, I've been working on it for weeks. I don't know where I lost it. It could have been when I joined Neteyam for a ride together on our Iiu or when the fight broke out” Y/n sputters out, her eyes misting over with fresh tears. Kiri sighs out, tracing patterns along the palm of Y/n’s hand in an attempt to soothe her.

“Who was it for?” Kiri asks softly

Y/n’s eyes widen, the blood drains from her face. She was aware that Kiri knew of her one-sided love for Lo’ak. Kiri just seemed annoyed whenever the topic is brought up. That's why Y/n always confided with Neteyam if she had any love related things to talk about.

“Is it for Lo’ak?” Kiri asks, taking her silence as a definite answer. Y/n shamefully nods, still afraid to look up at Kiri. Kiri sighs out loud, grumbling under her breaths.

“You guys are such skxawng’s” she mutters, causing Y/n to look up, her face contorted in sadness.

“No! I meant, you guys are skxawng’s in general. Not the fact you like Lo’ak and you made an armband for him” Kiri quickly dismisses. Y/ns frowns at her words. What had she done that deemed her an idiot?

“The point is, I’ll help you look for it. It has to be somewhere” she states.

“You’ll help me look for it?....I thought you hated me liking Lo’ak” Y/n questions, confused.

“I never said I hated the idea of you liking him! I just hated the idea of Lo’ak taking you away from me. Ever since you guys have become friends you've been spending less time with me…If he were to become your boyfriend you might forget who I am! Your best friend…your sister” Kiri admits, her ears folding against her head at the truth. Y/n giggles, wiping the tears that laid forgotten against her cheeks.

“Kiri, I will never leave you. We are sisters, there is nothing more powerful than the bond we share-” Y/n assures, smiling softly at her dearest friend.

“-and nothing would change between me and Lo’ak. He likes Tsireya-”

“WHAT?” Kiri interrupts, her eyes wide. Y/n nods, her smile dropping as she recalls her conversion with Lo’ak.

“Yes, he likes Tsireya….I was crying because we had an argument earlier-” Kiri nods, encouraging her to continue, all the while her hand clenched into a fist, hearing her friend panic over nothing.

“-I told him how upset I am now that we're not spending time together. When I brought up Tsireya, he became so defensive. It was as if I had stabbed his heart by mentioning her….I became petty and ended up confessing at the end. I don't know how I can show my face.” Y/n admits, her tail swishing behind her.

**THAWK**

“Ow! What was that for?” Y/n hisses, rubbing her forearm where Kiri’s hand landed a shift hit.

“For being a skxawng. Are you blind?!?!” Kiri roars in frustration

“Are you seriously blind to how Lo’ak sees you? Y/n, he practically worships the soil you walk on. Why do you think I was worried about Lo’ak taking you away in the first place? It's because he reciprocates your feelings!!”

Y/n flashes purple. Had she really been that blind? Had she been that caught up in her self pity she didn't notice Lo’ak gazing at her the way she gazed at him. With love?

“Kiri I-”

“Y/N!!! KIRI!!” Neteyam calls, running up to the duo. They stand up noting the fear in his irises.

“Nete-”

“Lo’ak! Ao’nung took him out to the reef and left him there!” Neteyam informs. Y/n’s heart sinks to her stomach, her expression that of pure horror.

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Y/n follows Neteyam and Kiri through the crowd. They heard the horns signaling the search party’s arrival. Y/n silently prayed to Eywa that Lo’ak had been brought back in one piece, safe. Neteyam breaks through the crowd, crouching down. Y/n stands behind him as Kiri follows suit.

Y/N eyes immediately fell on Lo'ak who was glaring at Ao’nung, she felt her fear disappear only noticing minor scratches on his body. ‘He's back…he's safe’ She silently thanks Eywa for hearing her prayers.

Lo’ak glances around the crowd as if searching for something, when his furrowed eyes land on Y/n, they soften immediately. It was as if he could see her, and only her. It was as if he had forgotten all the Na’vi surrounding him as he took a step towards her, only to be stopped by his father.

Kiri pulls Y/n back, her hand firmly placed on Y/n’s shoulder. “We should go, let's head to the marui” she suggested, knowing very well Lo’ak would receive an earful from the parents. She was being a gracious sister, taking Y/n away from the scene to save Lo’ak from embarrassment.

“But Kiri, We-”

“Y/n?” a soft voice calls, surprising the two. Y/n’s eyes widen, feeling guilt pool deep in her stomach. Tsireya stood before them, tilting her head to a quiet part of the land. Kiri nods, following her, pulling a guilt stricken Y/n behind her. She felt horrible for what she had said about her, when she had done no harm. And after hearing that Lo’ak likes her back, she couldn't help but feel shameful for assuming things.

After they follow her out to a more secluded part Tsireya turns to them. Her eyes mainly focused on Y/n who gulps nervously under her stare. Tsireya reaches into her pouch and pulls out an arm band, the very same armband Y/n had been working tirelessly over. A shocked gasp leaves her lips as Tsireya hands it over to her, smiling sweetly.

“I found it near your marui, you must have dropped it. I immediately recognized it to be yours, the beads match your necklace” Tsireya pipes up proudly. Y/n feels her eyes sting, her fingers gently tracing over the arm band. She must have dropped it when she ran away from Lo’ak, how foolish of her.

“T-Thank you” Y/n chokes out, tears evading her vision. She felt immense relief upon seeing it. Safe and not swept away by the sea, which she is fearful of.

“It’s for Lo’ak isn’t it?” Tsireya asks, causing Y/n to look up in surprise. Kiri muffles a snicker at her friend's expression as Tsireya smiled reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not my business to pry in. But Lo’ak and I caught you a couple times working hard on that arm band-” Y/n flushes purple, wiping away her tears in embarrassment. Lo’ak saw her working on the arm band?!

“-and Lo’ak kept hoping you were making it for him…” Tsireya admits. Y/n feels her entire body heat up at the words. Lo’ak saw her work hard, and he wished it to be his?! Feeling her heart flutter with warmth Y/n grips the arm band tightly. She had no choice, it was as if Eywa was sending her signs. Signs that she should confess her love for him.

“Thank you Tsireya, I was looking for this everywhere. And it is for Lo’ak. I’ll give it to him!” She declares, receiving smiles in return. She didn't know where this boost in confidence came from, but she needed it to help her with her confession.

Kiri lets out an awkward cough causing Tsireya to cover her mouth, holding back her own giggles. Unable to figure out was was so funny, Y/n follows Tsireya line of sight which was set on something behind her. In this case, someone.

To Y/n’s horror, there stood Lo’ak. Huffing as if he had ran everywhere in search for them. A stupid carefree smile adorned his face, as if he forgot to acknowledge Tsireya and Kiri. His eyes solely on Y/n.

Kiri and Tsireya quickly leave, quietly snickering amongst themselves.

Y/n’s ears burn under his stare, her tail thumping against the sand nervously. Her eyes catch how he glances at the arm band still held tightly between her fingers. His eyes flash with familiarity before she clears her throat.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Lo’ak is the first to move. He takes two large strides, standing directly in front her. She could smell his comforting scent, it smelt of the sea but also the forest. Their home. So comforting, so familiar. Lo’ak catches his breath, eyes peering down at her.

“Y-you’re ok, you're safe..” Y/n stutters out.

She cringed at how small she sounded. Lo’ak chuckles at her words.

“Yea, I’ll live” he teases softly, not missing how her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.

His eyes trail over her form, her face. He takes in every stripe and freckle that adorned her face. With his life on the line after a near miss with an akula, Lo’ak had realized he had to do something about his feelings. He wouldn't forgive himself if he never let Y/n know how he felt. Watching her closely only made him feel grateful that he survived. That he was able to see her again.

“Did Jake….did Jake say anything?” Y/n asks quietly, having the courage to look back at him. A lump forms in her throat at the sheer intensity of his gaze. His smile disappears as he registers what she asked, making Y/n dread what left her mouth.

“Yea…reminded me how much of a disappointment I am” he says bitterly to cover his sadness. Y/n ‘s free hand reaches out to grab his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. She knows how Jake could be, how if not carefully calculated, his words can inflict a lot of damage.

“I-I’m sorry….Lo’ak you are not a disappointment. You are more than that. You are s-special” she whispers.

Lo’ak places his hand over hers, his entire hand engulfing her tiny dainty ones. His eyes trail over her face, accidently glancing at her lips before quickly looking back at her. Y/n pulls the arm band in between them. Her hands slightly shake as she clears her throat once again.

“I made this for you…..I'm sorry for what I accused you of earlier. I should have tried harder to make amends instead of assuming you were avoiding me….call this a..truce?” she suggested, holding up the delicately beaded band.

Lo’ak’s eyes grow wide, his breathing hitched as he accepts the band. He traces his fingers over the intricately weaved pearls and shells. Had Eywa heard his desperate pleas? He couldn't help but notice how the band matched her necklace, much to his delight.

“Is Neteyam getting one as well?” Lo’ak asks, trying to make it sound like he was teasing her. But it came out as a genuine question.

Y/n visibly frowns, shaking her head. “No!...I made this for you” she assures unable to control her blush of embarrassment.

“Oh, thank you…I’m flattered, really. I didn't know you could make something so nice!” Lo’ak says cheekily watching the embarrassment leave her body. A genuine grin spreading across her face. Now this, this felt comfortable. The playful banter, the smiles, the touches. This is what they missed out on.

“Thank you, I’ll cherish it forever.-” Lo’ak removes his hand for her as Y/n pulls back. He slides on the armband, loving how he had a part of her, on him. Forever.

“-But I cannot accept your apology” he states. Y/n frowns deeply at his words, hear heart sinking.

“I cannot accept your apology, because what you said is true. I have been avoiding you” he admits, feeling his cheeks heat up. Y/n feels her eyes sting but chooses to stay quiet, urging him to continue.

“I’ve been avoiding you, because it hurts me. It pains me to watch you knowing I can't kiss you, can't touch you. Knowing that you don't see me as I see you….I love you Y/n. I've never seen you as anything else but as a mate. I saw you turn down every Na’vi that tried to court you, I noticed how you treat my family. I can’t stay by your side pretending I'm ok with being your.....’brother’ ” Lo’ak confesses, his heart laid bare. He didn't realize he was crying until Y/n wiped them away with her warm hand. After wiping the tears, she cups his cheeks, making him look into hers.

“Why do you think I turned down those Na’vi? Why do you think I always look for you? Try to be with you? Why do you think I made an arm band matching me??” Y/n whispers, her eyes following Lo’ak who took in a shaky breath.

“Oel ngati kameie Lo’ak, always have” she whispers against his lips. (I See You Lo’ak, always have”

Tip toeing in the slightest. Lo’ak’s lips ghost over hers as his tail stands straight at her confession. Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Lo’ak wraps his hand around her waist and the other cradles her neck as he pulls her in for a heated kiss.

Their bodies pressed together heartedly as they expressed their love, love that had been hidden from one another for years. The warmth that spreads across Y/n’s chest was unimaginable as she reached up to pull Lo’ak deeper into the kiss, her fingers intertwining with his locks. Lo’ak whimpers into kiss, his ears twitching excitedly. Their breaths mold together as one before Lo’ak traces his tongue gently against her lips, Y/n graciously opens her mouth as their tongues mold together. The need for air being the only reason the two parted, leaning their foreheads against one another. Their pants mingle together, as their lovestruck gaze doesn't falter.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that….” Lo’ak says breathlessly. Y/n giggles, relishing the way Lo’ak held her by her waist tightly. As if afraid she'd disappear. Lo’ak leans down, burying his face into the crevice of her neck, inhaling deeply. He felt a deep rumble from deep within, something like a purr slip past his lips. Now that he got a taste of her, he knew he could never stay away.

“I was going crazy…Loving you from afar. Staying quiet about my love for you” he murmurs, pulling back. He carefully reaches up, noticing the goosebumps that litter her body against his tingling touch. He rests his hand over her heart, acting as though it were his. Because in truth, it was.

“Now, I have nothing to hide... you are mine, and I am yours” Lo’ak murmurs softly causing Y/n to tear up. Such loving words, words that Y/n dreamt of every night. Finally coming true.

“Oel ngati kameie Y/n”

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A/N: If you stayed till the end, thank you for reading! I felt like our little troublemaker lacked some love so I decided to write a slow-burn/idiots in love troupe😂

I’m still taking requests so please let me know!! Thanks

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 days

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AITA for being a ....homewrecker? (🏝 for later)

I'm not sure that's the right word, but whatever. Basically, I (FtM) met this guy (cis M, we'll call him M) over a year ago and we hit it off pretty quick. It was under extremely unusual circumstances, but for the sake of anonymity, I'll be vague and just say: it was 3 AM, Denny's, T.E Lawrence was involved. Now, I'm pretty wary of most guys who go to my school, given I'm trans and unfit to defend myself for various would-break-anonymity reasons, but M is just the best and is incredibly sweet. Days are easier when he's around, even if it's just through a Discord call playing video games. I started harboring feelings for him pretty much immediately, but didn't plan on acting on them for two reasons:

1) I've yet to be in an actual committed relationship (nobody's wanted to stick around, or we both realized quickly we weren't dating material) and I'm terrified of fucking anything up. 2) ....M has a girlfriend. A super long-term one, at that. Like, they met when they were kids, he's been romancing her for ages, they're going to get married and both openly agree they'd be shells of people without each other. Soulmate shit. She's awesome. She's the sweetest, too. Very thoughtful, and soft-spoken, and so so smart. So, no, I didn't plan on doing anything about my feelings. I'm not the type to hide who I am, so I wasn't going to hide anything, but I certainly wasn't going to DO anything either. That's not my place.

Until, one school break, M comes to me and admits he has feelings. And he's wrecked about it. Tells me I'm the only other person he's really had this for, because it's always been his girlfriend. He's a mess. I thought we communicated pretty well, and we'd both made it clear that nothing was going to happen unless Girlfriend knew about it and approved, because she comes first above all else. (I was the one to say this before him, and he was relieved that I understood.) She is priority. She will always be priority, and I totally get that. I'm just some guy, you know? But the conversation ended with me telling him he should probably let her know about this, regardless of how scary that was, because he's an incredibly touchy-feely guy and if I was her I'd like if this was on my radar. New player: M's best friend. very by the book christian guy. Not at all stuck up, but he abstains from worldly pleasures or something like that! He's cool, we're cool.

Except after break, M's best friend makes a few confusing comments, and suddenly, there's now never been a time when just me and M have hung out since. Girlfriend hasn't acted any differently and is still incredibly warm and wonderful, so I'm pretty sure she still doesn't know. I'm a very giving person and like to shower my friends in gifts, so I was undeterred in giving them both valentine's gifts I had bought them months in advance (extra hand wringing on my part.) Girlfriend was ecstatic, loved her gift, and M loved his too. But then he left to go Cry??? Because he hadn't gotten her anything (I'm the only one with a min $ job). I'm not sure where I stand with him or with either of them, and i'm just so confused. I'm 🤷‍♂️ about poly, but with the way they were raised (see M's best friend for reference), their feelings are more muddy about it. I want to talk to M, but being alone in the same room is impossible. I don't know if M has been intentionally making sure we're never alone together, I don't know if Girlfriend knows, or what M wants, what Girlfriend would want or even what I want, because I don't know what's on the table. I don't even know if we're in the same restaurant. Girlfriend is going to find out. M is way too touchy feely even with "supervision". (Granted, he is with everyone, I'm pretty sure I'm just the only person who lets him get away with it.) At this rate, somethings going to give, and i'm honestly just waiting for it to happen now. 🤷‍♂️

#aita #am i the asshole

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butterflyscribbles · 8 months

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So I haven’t talked nearly enough about Mutant Mayhem yet but I saw it for the second time a few days ago and they have consumed all my thoughts have some random headcanons I’m dying I have to talk about them more:

⚠️(Spoiler warning for MM as well)⚠️

April

- Lives with her mom and grandfather on her mother’s side. Raised by a single mom who’s a veterinarian and her grandpa, a retired tailor and clothing retail manager, moved in after her grandma passed away a few years ago.

- Listens to way too many murder mystery podcasts and thrillers are her favorite movie genre

- Practices doodling a lot in the sides of her journal or class notes. She’s inspired by courtroom sketch artists and old biology journals.

- Swears like a sailor. Even more than Raph. Tries to censor herself around them but it only gets worse the closer they become as friends

- Becomes a sort of ambassador for the turtles and other mutants in the city. Anyone who doesn’t approve of them, goes through her…

- Favorite subject is biology, outside of working on the school newspaper of course

Leo

- Big time book worm. Has read a lot of the classics like The Great Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, etc. which gives him an advantage heading into high school. His favorite subject is literature naturally as a result.

- Autistic, practically canon but just putting it out there

- Like April, he’s got a sensitive stomach under pressure. Nausea flares up all the time, especially at the sight or smell of blood. They bond over it. Nothing brings two people together like commiserating that your tummy hurts all the time🤝

- Hopeless romantic. Had fallen head over heels for a few other girls he spotted up top even before April came along. She was just…different. He watches a lot of sappy romance movies too they make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

- Love language is words of affirmation big time. He’s always about hyping up the people he loves and will defend them through anything.

Raph

- He’s the team medic in this iteration. He’s no professional but growing up he had so many injuries from being a scrappy lil dude that he picked up on how to take care of ‘em on his own and of course shares that knowledge with his bros and April later. He’s surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.

- He’s the most prone to nightmares/night terrors. The fact that Raph was the one to go seek comfort from Splinter in the tots scene is so important to me.

- He and Donnie are the anime enthusiasts. Hasn’t seen as many as Donnie but it’s close.

- Scratching his shell gently, especially up by the shoulder blades, is like an automatic snooze button. He passes out within minutes.

- Second biggest crybaby to Mikey. It happens when he feels any emotion too strongly whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, etc. and he hates it. Makes him feel weak, which is why there usually is a lot of punching involved too.

Donnie

- Can’t swim and is the only one who actively dislikes getting into the water.

- He and Leo have been studying how to speak and write Japanese together for years. Don has picked up a lot from all the anime he watches.

- Is the most emotionally open version of Donnie to date. He’s always telling his family how much he loves them without restraint and is the first to ask what’s wrong if he picks up on someone acting weird or trying to hide something.

- To compliment the above hc, he’s insanely observational, like Sherlock level. They don’t know how he’s able to do it but his attention to detail and his ability to take that and create plans and get a read on people is baffling. If Donnie doesn’t get a good vibe off someone, believe him and run the other way. (Makes him really good at those spot the different puzzles too lol.)

- Loves to dance just like his previous incarnation before him:’) Bootyyyshaker9001

Mikey

- Is actually afraid of cats…growing up with Splinter, who would freak out at the sight of them, only taught him to freak out along with him. They are sharp and unpredictable.

- Other than that however he’s an animal lover. Had a few pet fish through the years that he saved after being flushed.

- Practically canon but the most physically affectionate by leagues. Constantly seeking a brother, adopted mutant family member, or an April to cling to.

- Super into musicals and is a actually a decent singer

- Can take a punch like nothing you’ve ever seen and can still be standing….but gets sick constantly his immune system is wack

#butterfly whispers #mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem #mm raph #mm april #mm leo #mm mikey #mm donnie #mutant mayhem spoilers #mm spoilers #more to come later probably

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fairdale · 8 months

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justice for elriel

already said this, but i feel like some people haven’t read the same books as me regarding elriel. and i don't particularly mean them as a ship, i mean that because of ships some people refuse to acknowledge the amazing characters that are these two (and how well they go together). i love them so much.

some talk of elain as plain, boring girl who is fragile and useless and i just don't get it. the poor girl has her life turned upside down not once, but twice. and yes, she doesn't react the same way feyre or nesta do, but she also fights. she helps them in the war. for the love of god, nesta and cassian are alive because she stabbed the king (with azriel's most special dagger that he never lent anyone but her, mind you). i'm sorry but that don't you touch my sister was one of the top moments for me.

and not only that, but i've seen people hate her. how can you hate her?? i just don't get it. she's growing out of her shell, she's blossoming into a strong, fearless woman. feyre herself said she believed elain to be the strongest because she remained hopeful even in hard times. and she sees the good in people.

sure, in acowar she was still processing everything, but in acofas and acosf you can see her being comfortable around everyone and more sure of herself, bolder, as cassian said. her hobbies may be quieter than her sisters', but that doesn't make her less interesting. plus it's obvious that she doesn't wanna be babied. she was willing to scry and help them fight the queen. she's ready to fight, to use her powers. to show who she really is.

and talking about azriel, i just can't believe some people talk about him as the "sad guy" and nothing else. they talk as if the whole inner circle and the archeron sisters weren't in love with him. he fights with everything he has for his people. he didn't care about the bad condition his wings were in during the last battle, he wanted to fight along his brothers.

he taught feyre how to fly because he understood the fears she may have. he never once judger her. he's always there for everyone. he may not be expressing himself with words easily, but you can see it in his actions how much he cares about his family.

he's also so smart and i love that. for me, he's one of the most interesting characters in the whole series, maybe even the most interesting one. he has such a hard past, but he overcame it. he despises the illyrians, but he loves his brothers and is one of the best three fighters they have. he has a lot of control, but he didn't hesitate to defend mor against eries or to go rescue elain. he cares, a lot.

(and please don't even get me started on the be careful how you speak about my high lady. this man is HOT)

and last but not least, elriel. these two have so many moments, even if they are subtle. you can't deny the connection they have from the second they met. elain inmediately felt more at ease in his presence and she asked him multiple questions. and he was so so kind to her, making sure she didn't feel uncomfortable. and let me remind you her dress was the color of azriel's siphons. i can't let that go.

in acowar, azriel is the one who says elain doesn't need anything when others talked about her as if she needed to be fixed. and he's the one who understands what is happening with her, that she's a seer. i think it's so important that he didn't doubt her. he trusted that she was capable enought to help, to grow, to be.

when elain gets kidnapped, he's the first one to say i'm getting her back. he didn't hesitate for one second, even when the rest told him he would die. he was getting her back. and he did, and they didn't want to let go of each other.

and elain kissed his cheek without caring about whoever or whatever that was going on around them.

and as i said before, azriel lent her truth-teller so she would be able to defend herself. he doesn't cut her wings. i feel like some people misunderstand his words acosf when he didn't want her near darkness. he was worried, but he never, once, tried to order her or tell her what she could or couldn't do.

he's also one of the few people who treats her as a capable, adult woman who is strong and clever. he encourages her, and so does she.

i also need to talk about elain saying his hands are beautiful. his hands, that he feels are always dirty and unworthy of touching something precious. she has never judged them or him.

oh, and please let's talk about them getting each other gifts for the winters solstice. multiple times. they're whipped. they're just so so cute to me.

offer and permission.

and no, i don't think azriel would be bad for elain or stop her growth. i don't think he would slow her down because he also needs to grow in his confidence.

and no, i don't think elain is bad suited for azriel because she may not be interested in fighting as her sisters are. elain is ready to fight her battles, to be an active part of her court. just because she chooses to do so differently, it doesn't mean is not important.

so, basically, these two are iconic and they're wonderful characters who deserve all the love and appreciation and i honestly think they have crazy chemistry and could have an epic (love) story. they're awesome, together and individually and i can't wait to be inside their minds. i really hope the next book is about them because the possibilities are endless.

they are that good.

#acotar #azriel #elain #elriel #pro azriel #pro elain #this doesn't mean i hate lucien and gwyn okay #i truly don't #i actually like them a lot too #but i just needed to rant about these two because i love them #i refuse to believe people actually hate on them #obviously not everyone #because not everyone has bad taste #anyway #I LOVE MY BABIES #pls no inner circle or archeron slander #pro elriel

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Arven and the reader trying to take care of a baby pokemon, and arven starts imagining him, and the reader is like a family taking care of a baby.

I've said this a thousand times and I'll say it a thousand times more, I'm WEAK for baby fics.

I hope this kinda works for you? It's not exactly the request but I hope it's sufficiently fluffy.

Baby Mine

Arven x reader (no gendered pronouns are used to describe the reader), discovering a pokemon egg!!

"Hey, uh... Arven?"

"Yeah?" Arven calls back to you without looking up from where he's currently doting upon Mabosstiff.

"Uhm...." You heft up the pokemon egg that you just plucked from your picnic basket.

With no further context from you, Arven looks up from his pokemon, and his eyes go wide.

"Oh, what the hell." He says, sounding more exasperated than anything. "Where'd that come from?"

You sigh. "Some of our pokemon must've, uh..." You blush a bit. "Y'know..."

Arven stands and puts his hands on his hips. "Shit, uh..." He clears his throat softly. "Is there any way to tell, er... Who the parents are? This has never happened with just my team on its own."

You gently prop the egg on your waist and take a seat on a stump. "Same with me. Give me a minute. I'm not overly familiar with breeding tactics. Lemme see which of our pokemon might be..." You wince a bit. "Compatible?"

One Bulbapedia search later, and Arven is staring down Mabosstiff.

"C'mon, bud! Really?!" He says. "That's hardly polite behavior. We owe a lot to those two, ya know? Is that any way to thank either of them?"

Mabosstiff only gives him a cheeky sneer and a loud boof.

Meanwhile, you're down on your Dachsbun's level. "Girl! This is trainerless behavior and not becoming of a Paldean champion! C'mon! At least make him buy you dinner first!" Your tone is entirely lighthearted, and Dachsbun doesn't even look sorry. There isn't a thought behind her eyes.

Arven tries to stifle a snort. "For what it's worth, /I've/ given her plenty of dinners. Does that count?"

"Nope. Mabosstiff needs to step up. He's a father now."

"I can't believe you're not taking this more seriously." Arven says, attempting to grow more sincere.

You pick the egg back up from where you'd gently placed it down on the ground, and stroke the shell tenderly.

"I'm taking it seriously enough," You defend. "It's just...not worth being too upset over, I think..." A soft smile graces your features. "Accidents happen, and goodness knows we both know how to look after a pokemon, right? This should be fine? It's just a sweet little baby..."

You press your cheek to the egg and smile into it. "You'll be a great little friend!" You tell it.

Arven's heart lurches at the sight. He imagined how you'd look holding a little human baby instead, and it's nearly too much.

"C-Can I...?" He asks, holding out both of his hands tentatively.

"Sure!" You pass the egg off to him.

At the exchange, Mabosstiff and Dachsbun both approach just to keep an eye out.

Arven holds the thing like it's...well, like it's exactly as precious as it is. His eyes go a little glassy as he looks it over.

"H-Hi..." He says softly to the egg, rubbing little circles into the shell with his thumbs. "Uh... I'm Arven..."

You snicker softly.

"You're gonna be a grandpa!"

Arven rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well what does that make you, genius?"

"A loving and doting trainer and grandtrainer."

"Mhmm." Arven humors you, then goes to sit, delicately holding the egg in his lap.

"I guess we need to figure out...uh...custody?"

You laugh lightly and scooch closer, so you can keep a hand on the egg while it's still within his grasp. Arven blushes, but you miss it.

"I mean...we can just stick close by?" Dachsbun crawls up beneath your hand and barks. "I imagine these two will want to be around no matter what." You nod to both pokemon. "I don't really have anything major going on. You?"

Arven shrugs. "Not really..."

So you stay close by. Rather than continue traveling terribly far though, the two of you decide to make your way back to the Poco Path Lighthouse. You and Arven swap holding the egg the whole way there.

It gives Arven butterflies watching you carry the thing, so gentle and sweet. You talk to it like it's already a fully hatched pokemon and can talk back, and it's just so endearing it makes his stomach tie in knots.

At one point on the walk back, you gasp loudly.

"Arven!" You cry.

"What?!" He jolts, quickly turning back to you, fully expecting the worst.

"Look, look, look! Come feel!" You hold the egg out to him with a grin, and Arven gingerly takes it.

He's silent for one...two...three long moments before the egg jostles in his hands.

"O-oh my god," He chokes out, smiling wide. "You're getting strong in there, huh, buddy?"

You laugh. "It's gonna be a strong little one, that's for sure!"

Arven holds the egg tightly from there for the rest of the trip back.

You let Mabosstiff and Dachsbun out of their balls once you're inside the lighthouse. Mabosstiff immediately runs over to an old pokemon bed and starts boofing.

Dachsbun follows over and steps into the bed, circling it several times before making a little donut shape and barking.

Arven places the egg with her, and she curls up around it, then Mabosstiff curls up around her.

"Aww..." You kinda wanna cry at the sight of it. "Do you have any blankets for them?" You ask, leaning against Arven. Without thinking, he leans back into you just a bit.

"I'll see what I can find."

Arven leaves for just a moment, and you squat down to pat the dogs' heads. "You guys are gonna do such a good job, huh? You're gonna be a mommy and daddy!"

You continue spouting sweet nothings at them, and Arven just watches from the doorway, smiling at the scene for a minute before he kneels next to you, offering some little blankets and towels to the pair.

"You guys wanna build a nest?"

Mabosstiff boofs and takes the blankets in his mouth then slowly moves to start nuzzling blankets around Dachsbun and the egg.

You and Arven stand.

"Guess we'll just...leave them to it..?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess so. I can make us some food in the mean time?" Arven tells you.

"Sounds good! Hehe, you'll be a great grandtrainer, ya know?" You tell him with a cheeky grin and a friendly pat on his upper arm.

Arven blushes. "Uh...yeah. Y-you too..."

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #arven pokemon #rival arven #arven

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detectivestucks · 1 month

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The Anbu Captain XIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Akio reevaluates his situation with you causing you and Kakashi to have an argument. Lord Hiruzen summons him giving him unexpected news.

Warnings: NSFW, biting, nipple play, anal play, butt plug, collar kink, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.2k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 12 New here? Check out Part 1

“Lord Third, I beg you! Kakashi is not suited for the Anbu anymore.” Gai bows before Hiruzen honoring him while he pleads for his best friend.

“Is that so?” The wise Hokage tips his head to the side while the end of his pipe rests between his lips.

“Please, he was so close to being pulled from the darkness.”

“Whatever do you mean, Gai?”

“Lord Hiruzen, surely you know. There is a young woman, he loves her but because of the darkness the Anbu must live in, he let her go. He needs her, Lord Third.” in dramatic fashion, Gai’s eyes leak tears over your lost relationship. When he heard, he was heartbroken.

“When exactly did this happen?”

“Five weeks ago, Sir”

Lord Hiruzen presses his lips together in a firm line. It was as he thought. “Thank you for your concern Gai.”

“But Lord Third!-”

Gai’s objection was cut off by a stern look from the old man before he faced defeat and turned to leave, fearing he had not done justice by his best friend and rival.

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You sit in your office Monday morning, excited for the day and to see Akio after your magical date over the weekend. You felt at peace after all that misery. Finally, you could breathe and feel a semblance of normality. Only, Akio doesn’t make his morning trip to your office. It’s no matter. A bit strange but you don’t feel fazed. You decide to take an early lunch and run to the cafe down the street, buying two coffees. You hurry back to headquarters and this time knock on Akio’s open office door.

“Hey babe!”

The words felt strange on your lips but what else did you expect from a new relationship? Akio keeps his eyes trained down on his desk. You would’ve thought he was ignoring you except the rest of him froze when he heard your voice.

“Akio?”

You walk towards his desk, setting the coffees down and grabbing his jaw, tilting his head up to face you. An audible gasp leaves your lips as you look upon his face. A swirling vortex of purple, yellow, and blue bruising covers his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, a tell tale sign it had been broken.

“Wh-what happened?!”

“What do you think happened?” He grumbled with spite in his voice. You were hurt and thrown off guard. The current mood between you was a far cry from where you left off this weekend.

“What do you mean?”

“When were you going to tell me that your ex boyfriend is Cold Blooded Kakashi?”

Your eyes widen in horror. No.

“Don’t call him that.” you whisper, still shell shocked by Kakashi’s actions but feeling the need to defend him nonetheless. So many emotions were flowing through you at this moment. Anger towards Kakashi for interfering with your happiness, excitement that he still cares, reassurance that the breakup was hard on him too, despair at the thought of him ruining your budding relationship. Then the sound of Akio’s voice pulls you out of your fog.

“Answer me Y/N. When were you going to warn me that your ex is the most dangerous man in the village?”

You were surprised by the harshness of his voice. “I… I assumed you already knew” you admit sheepishly.

“And you didn’t think that it was important to verify that I knew what I was getting into?!”

“What does that mean?!”

“It means a little warning would’ve been nice before I got jumped leaving your house!”

“How was I supposed to know he’d go and do this?! He broke up with me!” your voice starts to rise as you throw a small tantrum. “And forgive me for assuming you knew but I accidentally became a minor celebrity because of my relationship with him! I couldn’t step out of the house without being quizzed about being the Copy Ninja’s girlfriend! Seeing as we are colleagues and friends I assumed you were aware of the idle gossip surrounding my dating life. I mean come on! You only asked me out again because you heard from someone that I was single!”

You were mad. But truthfully, not at him. Though it sure felt like it at that moment. You huff frustrated at him. After a few heavy breaths fill the silence between you two, you lower your chin and ask him in a small whisper,

“So where does this leave us?”

Akio turns his head to the side, unable to look you in the eye. “I like you, a lot… but no relationship is worth compromising my safety. I’m sorry but I don’t want to continue seeing you.”

You feel the tears well in your lash line. You don’t even say a word before turning on your heel and leaving.

The coffees are left forgotten on his desk as you rush back to the comfort of your office. Your face once more buried in the scrolls as tears drip off the tip of your nose in a vain attempt to distract yourself. Akio’s rejection stinging you, tearing open the fresh wound of your failed relationship with Kakashi. Alone once more…

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You are at home cooking when you feel it. Eyes are watching you. You put down your knife and go write on a piece of paper. You pick it up and silently tape it to your window

I know you’re watching me. If you have something to say come inside and talk

You go back to chopping when you see Kakashi skillfully crawl through the window.

“What do you want, Kakashi?” You try to say it coldly but it doesn’t quite come out right. The hurt in your voice is still very apparent.

“You were disloyal.”

“Dis-disloyal?! Are you kidding me?! We’re not dating!” you feel the anger rip through you. Your well of emotions overflowing from the mix of disappointment, abandonment, anger, and hurt. “You left me! You broke up with me! There is no relationship to have loyalty towards!”

“You are forbidden from seeing any men.”

He states it so matter of factly, it knocks you off your feet.

“I’m what?!” You ask incredulously. “If you care so much about me dating anyone else then why don’t you just admit that you want to be together?!” You feel the tears gather on your waterline for a second time today.

“I don’t want to get back together.”

Liar. Why else would you care?

“So let me get this straight!” Your voice starts to escalate and you begin to shout at him, “You refuse to be with me but I’m not allowed to attempt to move on and be with anyone else?!”

Kakashi, stern with his answer, responds “Yes”

“So no matter what I do, I end up alone.” You huff, folding your arms and looking at the ceiling in one last vain attempt to try and hold back your tears. You lick your teeth, trying to gain your composure. “You went ahead and decided that I have to be alone. For the rest of my life, alone.” You can’t hold it back anymore, tears freely pour down your cheeks, your hands becoming animated as you speak. “You know what, Kakashi, I never asked for this. Any of it. All I did was trip in front of you! You’re the one who pursued me. You’re the one who followed me. You’re the one who spied on me!”

His face was severe. Your eyes desperately searched it but you couldn’t see an ounce of remorse for his actions. He was colder than the day you met him. The man you loved nowhere in sight. He turned around and left you there, a weeping mess, even more broken than last time.

All traces of his presence were gone. Even his scent had vanished. It felt as fresh as the day he left you. You dropped the knife in your hand as you fell to the floor, pulling your knees into your chest as you drop your forehead down on them, crying into your lap. Tears spill from your cheeks onto your legs, soaking your sweatpants. Your shoulders bobbing up and down as you cried. Your arms self-soothingly hug around your legs.

“Are you okay Y/N?” You hear Pakkun’s deep voice suddenly by your ankle.

“No” you sniffle. “It’s like he never cared. Why did he make me think he ever cared?” Your voice broke at the end. More tears streaming down your face.

“Cause he does care. He’s lost everyone he’s ever loved. It’s easier to push people away than to risk losing one more person.”

You sniffle looking up at Pakkun.

He walks over, bunting his head against your side. You stretch out your hand to scratch behind his ear. His tail involuntarily wags.

“You know, for a fearsome ninja hound, you sure seem to enjoy being domesticated.” you say in a broken voice.

“Lets keep that between you and me.” He says.

You let out a small giggle. Pakkun sits down next to you, sticking by your side. You felt a small amount of comfort having him next to you again. You really missed him.

Eventually you feel your puffy eyes grow tired and decide to get ready for bed. You put on shorts and a baggy shirt.

“You changed your pajamas.”

“It was too hard to sleep in my old pajamas after…you know.”

A whine left Pakkun before he jumped up on the bed. You slip between the sheets and turn on your side, curling up into a ball. Pakkun makes himself at home on your pillow up by your head. He curls up against your hair, his heat and rhythmic breathing lulling you to sleep. You loved him for checking in on you. You wished he had done it sooner but his timing couldn’t have been better.

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Day breaks and you are off to work, letting Pakkun out of your home after breakfast just like old times. You bend down before parting ways and scratch his ears.

“Thank you Pakkun, thank you for being there for me. Please don’t be a stranger.”

He gives you a smile, “I could never view you as a stranger, miss. I’ll see you around.”

Your heart feels empty as he disappears in a cloud of smoke. Was he summoned or did he just go back to the pack? You would never know.

However Pakkun appears in front of Kakashi as the symbols on the ground fade away where he had pressed his palm into the dirt. Immediately Kakashi catches a whiff of your scent.

“It seems your loyalty has changed”

“Kakashi, I know you still care for her. Drop the tough guy act.”

Kakashi glared daggers into Pakkun.

“She’s a nice girl, certainly my favorite human, and an excellent cook.” He says as he tauntingly saunters past Kakashi, “I lived with her for 6 months, under your instructions, and from everything I’ve seen, she loves you, even now.”

“Yet the minute I call it quits she goes back to Akio”

“Cause she’s heartbroken.”

“Cause she can’t be trusted.”

“Don’t be like that Kakashi. Don’t go back to how you were. You deserve to be happy. She makes you happy. Why fight your feelings?”

“Because-”

“Umm, excuse me Mr. Hatake,” a young genin appears before the man and his hound, bowing and red from interrupting the argument, “Lord Hokage has requested your presence, Sir.”

Kakashi purses his lips, “Thank you” he nods at the boy before turning his attention back on Pakkun, “We’ll finish this later.”

He said it with venom, furious that his trusted friend and ally would choose you over him. But for now he had his duty to attend to. He dons his mask and launches over the rooftops, hastily making his way towards headquarters.

“Lord Third, you wanted to see me Sir?” He says with a slight bow, sinking down to his knee.

“Yes, Kakashi. I’ve been doing some thinking.” Kakashi’s interest was piqued. Usually those words were followed by acts of war or an extremely dangerous mission. He would love the distraction of a deadly mission right now. Anything to keep his mind off of the memory of your crying face.

“How many years have you served in the Anbu so far?”

“About ten years.”

“Please remove your mask.” Kakashi obliges, his sharp eyes peering up at Lord Hiruzen as he continues. “Ten years you say? Perhaps I have asked too much of you.”

“Sir?”

“You are to become a Jonin Leader.”

“What?”

“Go exchange your uniform. You are dismissed.”

Kakashi finds himself at the quartermaster handing over his well worn but equally well kept uniform. The one he was issued as a child and slowly traded in as he grew into a man. The steely gray of his armor swapped out for a dark green vest. The same kind of vest worn by his classmates.

He ran his fingers over the stitching, the feeling foreign to him. Slowly he started to realize the S rank missions would be replaced with D and C rank missions. He would be spending most of his days in the village, training kids, instead of visiting other lands. He had years before he would be away from the village on long missions with his team. He threaded his arms through the vest and allowed it to rest on his shoulders. He zipped up the front and lifted his face to stare at himself in the mirror. As his reflection gazed back at him, his mind began to clear. His thoughts snapped into place.

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That evening you peel yourself off of the couch to head to the kitchen and make some tea when you hear a knock at your front door. You pivot towards it, reaching for the nob and twisting it open to reveal Kakashi filling the doorframe. He stares down at you, noting your red and puffy eyes. He felt his stomach twist seeing the evidence of how much he hurt you. Your jaw falls open while you stumble over your thoughts. You whisper to him,

“Wh-what are you wearing?”

You scan up and down his body. He was dressed as a regular jonin, trading in his signature gray armor for a forest green vest.

“May I come inside?”

You silently nod, stepping aside for him to move past you, eyes following him before turning to latch the door.

“I’m making tea, you want some?”

He nods, “yes please.”

You wait for the kettle to sing while standing in complete silence. Your mind runs wild. Once the kettle’s tune is heard, you pour the water into two clay mugs and turn towards the table to let the leaves steep while you take your seat. When you look up however you see a brown mole under Kakashi’s lip. Both cups clatter on the floor, their structure shattering, fractals dispersed throughout the kitchen.

“Your…face.”

Kakashi jumped up to clean up your mess. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I scared you! Are you hurt?”

Luckily the boiling water missed you. You stoop down to clean up the mess but you are unable to tear your eyes away from his lips and chin. He is showing you his face…

He sees how robotic your movements are and stills his efforts.

“Maybe we can finish picking this up later. “

You nod and walk over to the couch together, your eyes locked on him. You both take a seat on the couch together, bodies angled towards each other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You silently stare at him but he can see the wheels turning in your head.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never- I couldn’t-“ he stops and takes a soothing breath, “Lord Hiruzen summoned me and-“

Your face breaks. Tears leak out of your eyes followed by you crumbling in his arms, spiraling into a full on sob, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Your fists clutch his black sleeves.

“Captain…” you choke between cries.

You already know what he’s about to say, he doesn’t need to finish. He pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair. He lifts your chin towards his face, pressing a firm kiss against your lips, saying everything that he can’t put into words with a purse of his soft mouth. He pulled you closer before he gently coos in your ear,

“I won’t make you be alone anymore. I’m where I belong.” He kisses your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours, looking at you through his lashes, “I’m here Y/N…to stay.”

You look up at him with watery doe eyes, unsure of what to say.

He scoops you up and carries you bridal style to your bed. He sets you down delicately, crawling on the bed to press feather light kisses on your neck. He takes his time, slowly and carefully placing each mark on your sensitive skin. Your eyes close and your breathing becomes shallow. He traces his fingers down your arm before intertwining his hand in yours. His other hand cradles the back of your head pulling you up into him.

He kisses you meaningfully, there is so much said as he lightly sucks on your bottom lip. The love that he felt for you had never been more clear. You were his home. As he slipped his tongue to dance with your own, you let it be known that he is your home too. It was as if the world stopped spinning on its axis, everything went still around you. Time itself ceased in that moment as you reacquainted yourself with him. You pull your head back slightly, allowing the string of spit to stretch between your lips as you panted his favorite sentence.

“I love you, Kakashi”

“I love you, Y/N. Now and always”

You pressed your foreheads together before smiling, allowing your breathing to sync. You brought your free hand up to the base of his head, fingers lightly playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his head while your thumb strokes Kakashi’s knuckle in your other hand. You take a moment, focusing on each other, feeling your rhythms align, soaking in the warmth of each other’s bodies before kakashi moves his hands, gliding them from your shoulders, down your ribs and curled his fingers under your shirt, gently tugging up the fabric, lifting your shirt over your head.

You unzip and pull off his Jonin vest before sliding his black undershirt off his torso. He slowly and purposefully litters your chest and stomach with marks down to your waist band before he drags down both your underwear and sweatpants past your knees and off your ankles. His fingers push into the soles of your feet, gently massaging them before his mouth works its way back up the inside of your leg, kissing your inner thighs, tantalizingly sucking the skin just outside your heat.

He slowly makes his way over to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before focusing on your bundle of nerves. His tongue gently presses into your slit, hooking up towards the skin just below your clit. A soft moan spills from your lips, as you allow your eyes to flutter shut. He worships you, he adores you, his affection is expressed through his tongue. He takes his fingers and uses them to spread apart your lips, while his tongue dives in pushing deeper before hooking upwards again to suck at the skin at the front of your entrance.

You feel your sensitivity increase and your legs slightly twitch. Your hands move to grab your breasts, kneading the fat with your fingers. His nose gently nudged your little nub as he pushed his tongue inside of you. The fingers he had wrapped around you sank in and groped you. Though his mouth was gentle, his passions started to show as his knuckles turned white from gripping you so tight. He licked up from between your folds and swirled his tongue around your clitoris, running it in a circle before closing his lips around it, and sucking gently. You arched your back and let out a light cry, feeling him stimulate you, seeing stars, as you tilt your head back into the pillow. The fingers that spread you open closed together and slip inside of you while his lips lock over your bundle of nerves. His two fingers drag in and out of you slowly. Pulling little moans out of your mouth while also pulling slick from your needy hole. His fingers worked inside of you, feeling how your squishy walls closed around him, attempting to push his digits deeper inside your cavern.

Hand working in tandem with his mouth, Kakashi’s tongue flicked over your swollen bean. Your core tightened. You battled to keep your hips tilted up. Then your hands found their way into Kakashi’s hair, pushing him down as he feasted on your sweet spread.

“Thank you Captain” you whisper, barely able to string the words together through the fog of your mind. He groans into your sex as you praise him, his hand bearing down on your flesh even harder. One of your hands leaves his mop to clutch at the pillow. You can feel your cream drip out of your slit from the magical motions of his fingers and pink muscle. Short breathy hah’s echo from your chest as you climaxed.

Kakashi slid his fingers out of you and instead of feeding them to you, he stuck the digits in his mouth. His lips closed over the knuckle, eyes falling shut. He missed your taste. He believed he would never experience it again and now that he had you back, he cleared his mind to memorize it. Lapping up every note while he cleaned your mess off of his hand.

Your hands stretch up to his face, your fingers politely grabbing him to pull him down so you can kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. Kakashi acquiesces and leans down, he unties his pants as he lowers his shoulders. You push your chest up against his, needing to be close to him. Needing to share the same space as him.

You feel his tip prod at your entrance. Your grip on him tightening when you do. Moans escape your mouth while you pull back from the kiss to breathe. Kakashi captures your lips right when he sinks into your slit. Your cream already forming a ring around his shaft as he buries himself inside of you. He stays still, feeling how your walls hug him as your kiss becomes sloppy, more needy, and heated. Kakashi pulls back and thrusts up with purposeful strokes. High pitched moans travel from your mouth into his with each movement of his hips.

Remembering where you like it, he ran his tip into your spongy spot, the one that could only be reached by him deep inside of you. Your legs instinctually wrap around him, demanding him to do it again. His teeth catch your lip, tugging on it as he continues massaging just where you want him. Each stroke making you melt into the sheets. He pulls his head back, your lip slowly slipping from his bite, leaving it red and swollen. It was truly beautiful to look upon.

“Does my good girl like that?”

“Yes, Captain” you breathe “Yes”

You rub the bottom of your foot along the back of his leg. Showing him affection and appreciation for how he pleasures you. Your eyes wander down to where your bodies connect, pupils dilating as you watch his v-line rock back and forth at your entrance. Your eyes pan up his body, watching the muscles adorning his stomach flex with each movement. Each rut inside of you, lightly pushing you up into the headboard of your bed. Though his pace was slow, it did the trick.

This body worshiping session was far from his usual way with you but you knew what it was. It was his apology for pushing you away. It was him remembering how much he loved you. It was him reconnecting with you and asking you to let him stay. He is the love of your life and the flame lit inside your chest burns only for him.

That thought makes you grip him tighter between your thighs. He feels the added pressure and it spurs him on just slightly. His pace quickening to a gentle gallop, watching your plush tits sway beneath his chest. Kakashi lowers his face to nip at your neck and lick a stripe up your jaw.

An involuntary groan falls out of you and that’s when he punctuates each time he fully penetrates you up to the hilt. He pushes the bottom of your cervix up to your diaphragm with a sharp roll of his hips, knocking the wind out of you even at his slowed pace.

Your eyes have a pleading look to them. You wanted him to help you finish. He kisses your forehead, assuring you that he would. His eyes intensely bore into yours, drinking up your pleasured expression as he pounded into you. Pausing slightly after each thrust to feel you constrict around him.

His dick twitched inside of you. The power of the emotions he felt for you in this moment pull him to the brink of orgasm. He sped up his pace ever so slightly to finish the job, your high hits at the exact same moment. His was extra intense as your spasming walls clamped down around his sensitive leaking tip. He almost pulled out of you because it was too much but he willed himself to stay inside. He needed to deposit his load into you. He needed you to be full of him, marked by him, claimed as his.

“Keep it in” he whispers to you before you could finish sitting up. So instead you pull him back down. You roll to your side, staring up at him before tucking your head into his chest and tangling your legs with his. He holds you close, arms encircling your body. “I will never let go of you again. I promise.”

Epilogue

“On your hands and knees Mrs. Hatake.”

You turn around, facing your hickey-strewn neck away from your new husband. He had intentionally left his favorite canvas blank the weeks leading up to the ceremony so he could absolutely ruin you on your wedding night.

He licks his lips, sucking the iron from them. Proud of his artwork. The wait was worth it. You looked so beautiful in your wedding attire but now, now you looked perfect.

Fingers trail down pinching the snowy fabric. He lifts the hem of your white kimono above your hips. Kakashi’s heart pounds when it is revealed that you wore his favorite gem during your vows. The blush colored jewel peaks out from between your cheeks, welcoming him to his new normal. A breathy' I love you' leaves his lips as he kneels on the bed behind you, hands running light circles over the soft skin of your ass.

You feel him rub his hardened length against your dripping folds as you lower your torso to the bed, stretching your arms above your head, resting your ear on the mattress, ready for him to enter.

It was only fitting for the pack’s alpha to take you from behind as your first marital act. He slips into you with no preparation necessary. You had been waiting for this moment, wondering how he was going to be with you on such a momentous occasion. The anticipation kept you up the night before.

You were anxious and excited. All the planning and coordination kept you stressed for months even though it was a small event, per Kakashi’s wishes. However you’d go through all that stress again if it meant reliving this day. It was perfect. Everything about it was perfect.

Pakkun made the most adorable little ring bearer, trotting up the aisle with a pillow tied around his neck. Normally he would never carry himself in such an undignified way but he could never say no to you. At the reception Gai stood up and gave the most hilarious and emotional speech, pulling both tears of joy and laughter from your eyes. You had to stop him when the sake got him all worked up over their rivalry and he swore he would find a woman more beautiful than you if he could not beat Kakahsi in a foot race then and there. At the end of your vows Kakashi’s hounds howled towards the evening sky, welcoming you into the pack. And now this…

He slowly glides in and out of you, rolling his hips as he fully lubricates his shaft. He pauses each time he is fully buried in you, savoring how you squeeze around him, butterflies erupting in your core each time. Kakashi pulls a breath between his teeth,

“Fuuuuck Y/N, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy everyday for the rest of our lives.”

Kakashi lulls his head back in bliss, closing his eyes, indulging in the languid pace of his strokes. Your soft mewls ring in his ears. He loves the sound. Your perfect voice tickling his ear drums.

He allows his fingers to grip you more harshly, stabilizing you as he builds up speed. Your favorite titillation is when the anal plug rubs against Kakashi’s thrusting length stimulating your sensitive spot so well. Ever since your first date, it was your favorite way to be with him. The fullness of the feeling, like you were stuffed to the brim. It was a filthy sensation. You were a depraved woman, fiending for the touch that only Kakashi could give you.

You rock your hips back against him with your arms outstretched. The flesh of your behind jiggled with each collision of your hips. A satisfying visual for a man who just vowed to spend the rest of his life with you.

The pace of his hips picked up into a rapid series of strokes. He was humping you like a rabid dog, completely consumed by lust. It was as if he was seeing red. The only thing real to him was the sensation of your walls wrapped around his shaft. Closing down on him even tighter with the helpful pressure of your plug.

“F-fuck Captain. You t-treat me so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Keep taking me. Take everything I give you.”

“Ye-es, sir-ir-ir”

He was pounding so hard you could hardly speak. The weight on his balls slammed into your puffy clit, stimulating it and probing you towards orgasm. It was coming quicker than usual. The evening’s attire somewhat exhorts you. You were fully aware of your disheveled shiromuku and Kakashi’s black robe barely hanging on his shoulders. His glistening abdominals exposed to the night air, beads of sweat beginning to form and roll down towards where you connect. His tip pushed against your uterus threatening to breed you.

“F-fuck!” you cry into the bed.

With a particularly punctuated series of strokes you snap, toppling over into your first orgasm of the night.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your forearms under you for support as you twitch and heave through your orgasm. Kakashi stills and rubs soothing circles on your back. He kisses your neck, drawing attention to the skin behind your ear. Placing his gentle lips where it was most sensitive. He slowly traces his hand down your spine, gliding his fingertips over your rumpled up hem and grasps around the rim of your gem. He playfully tugs at the jewel as you protest.

“H-hey!”

“Sorry dear but to make this marriage legitimate I’ll need to consummate all of your holes”

You laugh. How could you say no? His words spoken in his husky voice are intoxicating. Your eyes roll back as you let yourself relax, body prepared for him to remove your plug. You feel the painfully good stretch as he removes the bulb, leaving behind your gaping hole, ready for insertion.

Your vision clouded as he sunk his head between your cheeks, his manhood stuffing you full and stretching you out. You felt him push up into a secret special spot that turned your vision white.

“H-haaah!”

“That’s it my love, cry out for me.”

“Oh my gods! Fu-fuuuuck!”

Kakashi lifted you by your shoulders so that he was stroking into your ass while you were standing on your knees. He undid the front of your kimono, letting it fall open and exposing your chest. His fingers eager to pinch your nipples.

You reach your hands back, trying to push him off a little just so he wouldn’t go as deep but instead he overpowered you. Hands grabbing onto your mounds and pulling you into his chest. Forcing you to bounce off of his hips, with harsh, deep thrusts tunneling into your warm cavern. The more forceful his strokes, the harder his fingers bit down on your perky nubs, only rolling them when he switched up his pace to give you a moment of reprieve. Then he’d go back to pounding away, working you hard to break you in.

With one last greedy bruising grip of your tits, he pushes you back down onto all fours. He planted one foot while supporting the rest of his weight on his knee, anchoring himself, ready to hammer into you. You already knew what was about to come. You begin to chew on your lower lip as your eyebrows knit together in want. You feel your mouth water, drool threatening to spill out when he finally starts.

You shriek. He was holding nothing back. He pounded away into your tight sphincter with reckless abandon. You grasp at the bedsheets looking for anything to support you as he throws his entire body weight behind his pelvis as it rails into your hole. You swear he is trying to break the bed. Your throat goes hoarse from your screams. Kakashi anchors you by your shoulders as your entire body shifts back and forth violently swaying from his pace. Soon only choked moans can spill out and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His heavy balls once again slapping into your swollen bean, intensifying the thrusts even more till you wail that you're gonna pee.

“Cum f’me, my love” he coos in your ear.

“Yes Captain!”

You unleash a spray all over the bed and between your thighs. Kakashi fucked you through it, animalistically driving into you. Sweat rolled down your temple from your hairline, the labors of the night wearing you down.

Kakashi flipped you on your back, pulling out of your ass and pummeling back into your cunt. He quickly pumped into you, watching your eyes glaze over with lust as you stared up at him. His pupils blown wide, looking down on you, his adoring wife. The love of his life lay beneath him. Officially his...forever.

He could not be happier.

He watched as your tits rocked up and down with each stroke of his manhood, your nipples pink from his toying with them. He bent down to suckle at them while he crunched his abdominals, still stroking into you. You threw your hands into his hair, clutching at it till he raised his head. They then fell to his biceps. Your fucked out face painted with exhaustion.

You feel him twitching inside of you…finally, he was close. A mean smirk tugs on one side of his mouth and you know he’s coming for the grande finale. He brushes your bottom lip with this thumb before lowering his hand to grip around your neck. His other hand traced down your stomach to your clit where this thumb traced quick circles that matched the pace of his steadily racing hips. His toned abs twitched and flexed, his stokes losing their rhythm till at last he heavily groans, falling onto his hands, slowly milking himself with your walls.

You quiver under him, holding onto him tightly. You feel his load seep out, fat globs of cum trickling down your taint and glossing over your puckered rear until you collapse, sprawled out on the bed, panting through your high.

Kakashi gives you a deep kiss before stepping away. Your head cranes over to look at him rummage through your dresser drawer. He turns back to you clutching a familiar object.

You lift your head slightly so Kakashi can slip the leather around your neck, closing the fasten tight against it, while his fingers admire the heart shaped tag.

Emotionally you had belonged to him for quite some time, but now, you belonged to him legally. He finds this thought erotic as he slips his finger through the small silver loop of your collar and he pulls your face up to his. The leather bites into the skin of your neck. He husks into the shell of your ear words that spike your veins with passion and make your eyes flutter closed with desire.

“Ready my love? Cause I’m gonna fuck my wife till the sun comes up no matter how many times you beg me to stop.”

“Yes”

~Fin~

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Author's Note: We made it! Thank you for joining me in this series. I hope the ending is everything your hearts desire :)

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