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luvergirl777 · 6 months

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If Not With You - N.S

Pairing | Neteyam Sully x Human Reader

Word Count | 19k, whoops.

Genre | Acquaintances to lovers? Fluff, they're both dumb and can't drop a hint to save their life, SMUT.

Summary | Neteyam never understood you, and he doesn't think he ever will. Your skin is a different color than his, you're a solid 5 feet shorter than him, your native language is different than his, he could go on forever. He doesn't think he'll ever understand, until he watches you struggle with a knife for 10 minutes and graciously offers his services to you. Suddenly, he's bitten off more than he realizes.

Index | Bickering back and forth, the reader takes every chance she can get to be snarky, Neteyam does too though, purring Neteyam, two idiots in love, smut, creampie, soft!dom Neteyam (service dom kind of), a brief mention of breeding lol. Let me know if I missed anything that should be noted!

You confuse Neteyam in almost all aspects of your being. You’re human, so painfully alien as you run around the high grounds, scurrying to climb around the home tree to the best of your ability, scurrying to provide his grandmother with herbs for the wounded. So painfully human as you sit on the ground, weaving clothes 3 times your size for protection for warriors during time of battle. Painfully human as you cling to Kiri’s ikran (it’s the “least scary” you say) when you join foraging trips, not used to flying. And so painfully human despite having an Avatar sleeping less than 20 feet away, perfectly fine and ready to be used. His father had mentioned something about you not feeling comfortable or welcomed in your avatar body, not taught how to use it properly yet, somehow feeling more accepted as a human.

You’ve lived your entire life here as a human, mostly. You were given your avatar more recently within the last couple of years, the Avatar taking a while to fully grow and become yours. Still, he’s maybe only seen it once. You wear the clothes, join the songs, dance in the festivals, forage and gather, weave, fish, help the wounded, everything you can physically do, you do. Because of your size, you sometimes struggle with preparing, gathering, and foraging through the forest. It takes you much more effort and time to scale fallen logs and rocks than others. It’s never made any sense, it still doesn’t to him. As you prepare a sturmbeest with some of the others for tonight’s meal, you bewilder him even more.

“Here, let me help you.” Neteyam offers quickly as he sees you struggling to cut. He's afraid you’re going to slip and hurt yourself, the effort it takes to cut makes your hands shake where they hold your blade. It would be no issue in your avatar body, he’s sure of it but he doesn’t bring it up. After cutting through the hard part, he’s quick to hand you back the small knife to avoid taking over your village duty. “You know if-“

“If I was in my Avatar body I’d be able to do it?” You finish his sentence, glancing up at him. While you quickly divert your gaze, he catches the small look of shame you have before you return to the task that requires all your attention.

“No, no. I was going to say if you need help, you can just call again.” He smiles, shaking his head softly. At this, you can’t help but jokingly scoff at him.

“But you were thinking about it.”

“Hmmm, I was not! You have no proof.”

“That’s how everyone thinks, it’s fine to admit it Neteyam.” You chuckle, resuming your complete focus on the sturmbeest you’re more determined than ever to cut up now thanks to him. “Plus, shouldn’t you be preparing for the meal? Making sure everyone is accounted for and what not.” You're essentially telling him to get back to his tasks.

“I am, making sure you’re accounted for. The way you’re wielding that knife I'm afraid you’ll go missing.” He teases you, pointing out the amount of effort you’re using to cut through the meat. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking since you brought it up, FYI, why aren’t you in your Avatar?”

You sigh, and for a brief moment Neteyam thinks he’s overstepped his welcome. “No one really taught me how to use it. I suppose it’s all the same mechanics as controlling myself, but to an extent I don't feel connected. Your father said he felt the same at first, and offered to teach me but got busy with olo'eyktan duties, which is understandable. I haven't felt comfortable enough to ask him, it takes a lot of time that I'm sure he doesn’t have, you know?”

“I can help you.” Neteyam offers before he has a chance to rethink it.

“I think you’re also too busy, future olo'eyktan .” You turn your attention to him for a brief moment before resuming. “Plus, it’s not the culture or village life. I've grown up here, I understand that much. It’s the connection, and being in my body. I don't think you’d understand what I mean.”

“I think you just need practice in a safe area where you don't have to worry. I can be your lookout while you get used to your body, who better than me?” Neteyam’s confidence grows as he offers you his gracious services. His smirk threatens to fall a bit as you glare up at him, but he’s determined to convince you regardless.

“Your dad.” He interrupts your train of thought with a pained expression, making you giggle. “But I suppose since he’s unavailable, you’re the next best option.”

“Ouch.” He jokes, placing a hand over his heart. “So we'll start tomorrow, little human?” He cheekily adds, beginning to step away from you to return to his head counting job.

He smiles softly as you stick your tongue at him, turning back to finish your job as well. His heart beats hard in his chest, his adrenaline slowly beginning to run off as he checks to make sure everything is going as it should. As he sits next to his mother, the slight panic begins to settle in as he waits for you to join the feast.

His mother notices the odd, out of place, anxious energy from her son. He’s not usually like this, his demeanor is off. “Neteyam?” She asks, nudging him softly.

Neteyam faces her with more confidence now, attempting to get his mood back. “Yes, mother?”

“Are you feeling okay?” She reaches out for a brief moment, pressing her hand against his forehead. At this, he smiles softly before pushing her hand away by the wrist. She smiles softly at him, returning to talking to the others. Small cheers erupt as everyone begins to bring in the food, carrying trays and trays of food. He catches a small glimpse of you, following behind the others carrying trays. You’re not carrying anything, preoccupied with cleaning your knife before placing it back on your hip. You settle down behind most of the others, allowing others to get their food before you. He’s extremely observant of you now, he always has been, but it’s even more now.

Dinner goes by as always, everyone talking, joking, telling stories with one another. You conversate every now and then, happily listening to stories that the other villagers tell you about hunts and raids they have been on. He feels hyper aware of your presence now, watching as a tail jokingly wraps around your waist and knocks you off balance. You smile, jokingly hitting the other people while saying something he can't pick up. Your smile is pretty, so pretty.

It almost feels impossible tearing his eyes away, but eventually he does. He begins to actually engage in his family conversation, listening to his mother and fathers stories. He can't wait for the next day to come, fighting to fall asleep. It feels like hours before he dozes off.

Neteyam is grabbed by his father before he can actually slip away, a firm hand on his shoulder stopping all of his momentum. “Where are you off to?” His father asks, tugging slightly to turn him around to face him. Neteyam groans in his head, tail flicking slightly behind him. His ears quickly pin down as a reflex.

“To the labs.” He answers plainly, hoping his father just lets him go with no further questioning. It’s all hopeful thinking, he knows that he will be questioned further. He wants to go, you’re probably waiting for him there now. You’re always on time, never keeping anyone else waiting on you for too long.

“For what? Are you not coming on watch today?” Jake asks, the grip on his shoulder tightening slightly. Neteyams ears flatten further, tail flicking more aggressively.

“I promised someone I would help them in the lab.” Neteyam answers. “I will be back later today.”

“Later today?!” Jake asks, releasing him in return for putting his hands on his hips. At the commotion, Neytiri comes out to see what’s going on. Jake gives her the rundown, “He is skipping watch to help the labs.” At this, Neteyam groans softly, the description not at all accurate or reflecting him.

“Sa’nok,” Neteyam mumbles softly, “I promised,”

“He hasn’t missed a watch in weeks.” Neytiri points out. “He’s also helping someone, he doesn’t need to come on every watch. Go, Neteyam.”

At this, he bows softly before hightailing it out of the area as quickly as possible. He thanks Eywa for his mother intervening, moving as quickly as possible to get to the labs. Sure enough, you’re waiting for him inside. You seem agitated already, sitting on one of the tables as you swing your legs back and forth. He’s quickly apologizing for keeping you waiting, explaining his situation as quickly as possible.

“It’s okay, Nete.” You shrug, hopping down and walking over to the pods, known as link units. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m gonna look like a baby deer and complain the entire time.” You whine, trying to convince him otherwise.

“Are you trying to get me not to, or do you not want to? It sounds like you don’t want to.”

“I’m scared.” You admit, sighing softly. Neteyam offers a solemn expression, encouraging you softly as he pops open the link pod. He helps you climb in, offering a hand as you hop backwards into the memory foam. The beads on your chest cover clink loudly at the momentum, filling the otherwise silent lab. Max enters the lab, late, but still there. You trust him the most to help you link and check all of your vitals, others making you too nervous.

“I’m going to come and get you once I make sure you link, where is your Avatar?” Neteyam asks as you lay down, holding the top of the pod as he leans down to talk with you. Your breathing is irregular, nerves shaking you to your cure. “I will be there, Y/n, to get you. I’ll be there for every step.”

“My Avatar is all the way at the high camp.” You tell him, “I’ll wait for you though.”

“I’ll be there, as fast as possible.” He ensures you, stepping away to let Max do his job to link you to your Avatar. Neteyam fiddles with the oxygen mask around his neck, playing with the strings as he watches you get settled in. As the pod closes, he turns to the screens that show your vitals. Your breathing is increased, but Max explains that’s to be expected when someone hasn’t linked for a while, “Normal nerves,” He calls them.

“She should be in, I would hurry to make sure she's not freaking out.” And Neteyam does. He doesn’t think he’s ever flown as fast before, his ikran cutting through the air. He gets to high camp as fast as possible, running to the Avatar sleeping area. You’re sitting up, playing with your hands as you wait for him.

“Y/n! Look at you! You look like me.” Neteyam beams happily, running over to you. He helps you up, offering his hand as you stand. You stand easily, but still have a look of uneasiness written across your face. He notices your ears remain down, pinned back with worry. Every now and then, they’ll perk up for the briefest moment before going back. Cute. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel fine, I just think I'm a bit hungry since I haven't been in this body for a while.” You explain, beginning to walk through the Avatar area. Your Avatar reminds him of his siblings, five fingers and toes, eyebrows, etc. You’re walking fine, a bit wobbly on certain areas of uneven terrain, checking a couple of times behind you to make sure he’s close. The camp is busy as always, people running around to fulfill their duties. You navigate the commotion easily though, heading over to the edge of the base.

“Are you okay to fly?” Neteyam asks, clicking and calling out to his ikran. You nod, shakily, but still saying yes. His ikran is quick to land on the rocks, calming down as Neteyam connects his tswin and readies to mount. He gets on first, reaching to grab your hand and help you sling your leg over. “You can use the saddle and the hold here.” Neteyam speaks, guiding you to sit. He reaches around you, holding your hand and wrapping it around the leather hold. The strong animal flaps his wings underneath you, making your nerves set in as you already begin slipping off to one side.

“You’re okay, It’ll get easier once he’s moving.” He reassures you, using one arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you back upright. A small blush spreads across your face, your bodies extremely close to one another as he’s focused on your well-being.

“What about you? Are you going to be okay with flying?” You ask, seeing as he has no secure hold. He’s not using the saddle, nor the holds.

“Yes, I will be okay.” He reassures, holding where his tswin is connected. You trust him, and you trust his ability to fly more than anyone else. Even still, nerves bubble in your chest. “I’ll fly as carefully as possible for you, just hold on, okay?”

“Yes, I will.” You nod, tightening the hold on the leather underneath your palms. Even though you prepared yourself, the shriek that leaves your body as his ikran drops is involuntary. You can hear Neteyam’s faint chuckle in your ear, leaning forward as he guides his ikran. His hair brushes along your shoulder as he leans forward, goosebumps spreading across your arms. His arm tightens the slightest bit around your waist, ensuring you don’t lean too far forward and lose your balance. “Where are we heading?” You yell over your shoulder, the wind loud in your ears.

“To find you something to eat!” Neteyam calls back, “We’ll be walking around the forest, give you some time to get used to your body without anyone else being around to pressure you.”

You nod, looking forward to observe where you’re going. Neteyam flies as smoothly as possible for you, communicating to his ikran to stay calm as much as possible. The forest is extremely dense, flying through the trees and hanging vines with expert skill. Neteyam once again chuckles as he sees your grip tighten, both on the leather hold and your legs where they squeeze his ikran for purchase. Landing, the jungle is dense as he hops down.

You land right after, the grass underneath your feet soft and plush. “Are we finding fruit?” You smile, beginning to trail off from him. Neteyam has to hide the smile, unconnecting as he dismisses his Seze. The grass is so soft underneath your feet, each step cushiony. You’re good at foraging, using all your skills and knowledge you’ve learned over the years. “Here, Nete,” You smile softly, handing him two fruits. Neteyam becomes your Navi basket, arms carrying everything you collect. He's more than happy to follow you around, eventually coaxing you to come sit once you’ve got enough.

“You need to eat,” Neteyam says, soft but firm as he begins making his way to the river. He finds a soft area of grass, plopping down before softly letting the fruits follow. You join, watching Neteyam carefully as he dips the fruits into the river, cleaning them before handing them over with a big smile. “They’ll taste even better in this body,” He almost promises.

And they do. They genuinely do.Your taste buds are alive and so heightened, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you eat. “It’s good,” You grin, devouring the fruits that your body so desperately needs, gaining some semblance of energy back.

“Do you still feel okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s still weird, I know it’s me, but it doesn’t feel like me. Moving is weird, everything is a conscious effort.” You try to explain to him.

“Does that include your ears being down?” He asks, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he teases softly. “It's cute, don’t get me wrong, but not normal.”

Once again, you have to consciously pull your ears up like the natural position they’re held at. When you forget, they fall back down. Neteyam pins his ears, signaling to you that you’re doing it again. It works perfectly, your ears perking up once more.

“See? It’s too hard.” You smile, “We should just go back, say we tried hard.” You plead, making him laugh. You know he’d never, too much determination and pride in his chest to ever allow it.

“You just need more time in this body, I’m sure of it.” Neteyam answers, shaking his head no as you whine. “We haven’t even got you running yet.”

At this you groan, flopping backwards on the soft grass as you complain. You quickly get lost in it, the ground so soft, the sun so warm on your skin. It's comforting, much needed vitamin D.

Despite ALL of your complaining, which was a lot, your body does prove more efficient than your human body. It moves through the terrain easier, scales the rocks and jumps over the fallen trees with no problem, runs as if it was made to do only that. Climbing was nothing you've ever wanted to do until now, and you find yourself playing in the trees like a child again. Climbing as a human is too hard, but this is easy, so it’s FUN.

“Neteyam! You’re not joining!” You call from treetop, Neteyam watching carefully from the ground. He follows along when you stray too far, watching with careful eyes. It's endearing, how careful he is.

“It's okay, you’re doing great!” He calls happily.

You take it as enough confirmation that he’s okay with what’s happening, you having fun while he remains down there. Soon enough, he’s running on the ground to keep up with you. Not that he minds, he has the stamina for it. “Are you having fun!?” He happily calls, splashing through a shallow river as he follows you.

“Yes! This is amazing,” You answer before beginning to come down. Your hands and feet are sore, unused to the rough nature of aggressive use. You don’t pay much attention, joining Neteyam in the cool water of the river, finding some relief. “It's nice, feels nice.”

Neteyam fights off the urge to say “I told you so,” instead providing you with encouraging praise. Neteyam wants to teach you everything, he almost itches for it. He's already making a list in his head of everything he could offer you that you don’t know in this body.

Hunting, riding, flying, swimming, scaling home tree, fighting if you’d like, archery. You know how to weave, arguably better than him, so that’s not something he can claim he taught. Along with foraging and gathering, healing, you also know the dances and songs, and basic craft skills that he can’t claim credit for. But what he can, he will. For today though, he lets you run, and play, and frolic through the grass. He follows you, never losing sight of his surroundings. He'll provide some knowledge here and there, but nothing too crazy.

You’re exhausted as the sun begins to set, leaning against Neteyams seated body. “We should head back,” You mumble, praying he’ll let you go back this time. He agrees, not wanting to stay out too late for the creatures that come out.

“We should, we can eat with the people,” He sees another learning opportunity. He stands, leaving you to support your own weight. You watch as he clicks and calls, his ikran coming down soon after. You can feel the exhaustion from the soon-ride, getting up with a grunt.

“What if I just hold onto you?” It’s a real question, you’re trying to find out if that would be more or less tiring.

“If you'd like,” He blushes the slightest bit as he faces away from you. Neteyam gets on first, now sitting on the saddle and holding the leather hold. He helps you climb behind him, “You still sure?” He asks, double checking with you since you have no secure holds. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist, torsos flush together. You can hold here, and with your legs.

“Yes, this is okay,” It feels slightly unsafe compared to the saddle, but it’s less taxing on your body. You also can’t see much over his frame, but you don’t mind. “Thank you, Neteyam, it’s fun,” You talk with him. Your voice vibrates off him, bouncing off his skin.

“Of course,” He beams even though you can’t see it. You arrive at the home tree soon enough, high in the trees where the ikrans stay. Neteyam leads you to the people for dinner, extremely careful that you don’t lose your balance in the high branches. When you have to hop down a considerable amount, he’s extra careful, going first as an example. He waits each time for you, always ready to catch if he ever needs to. With a relieved breath, he doesn’t need to, and you both make it to dinner without a hitch.

“Sa’nok, Sempul,” Neteyam greets his family, bringing his hand to his forehead. You immediately follow along, greeting the leaders of your clan. “Would you mind Y/n eating with us tonight?”

“Oh, no no it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to intrude-“

“Of course,” Jake smiles happily, genuinely excited to see you in your Avatar body. His hand lands softly onto your shoulder, examining your body. “How’s it feeling?”

“Good! Good. It’s a lot of fun,” You smile, giving him a brief overview of your day spent doing nothing but pushing it. He grins, remembering his own days of running with his body for the first time. He tells you the story, beckoning you to sit with his family as he does so. You do, sitting next to Neteyam and Kiri. You know Kiri well, always working together in the healer's hut with her and Tsahìk.

You know Lo’ak as well, but the two of you don’t talk much besides brief, common interactions. Regardless, you have nothing against him. And Tuk? Tuk is just adorable. You briefly remember gifting her an ikran toy when she was younger, handmade by you. You’re sure she has no recollection of it, much too young. But you don’t mind at all. You all share stories, you mainly listen as you don’t have many that are as exciting as theirs. Neytiri’s intrigue you the most, ears naturally perking up every time she speaks about something.

Neteyam notices, a small smile spreading across his face as he eats. They flatten when silence takes over the conversation, obviously uncomfortable. The night wraps up like always, but Neteyam is sure to check on not only your Avatar, but also your human body. He makes sure both of your forms get to bed safely before he returns to his family's area, settling in.

The days turn into weeks of getting used to your body. Neteyam teaches you everything he can, everything that comes to mind. You’re surprisingly good at archery, but guilt kills you when hunting. Even with the knowledge of clean, respectful kills, it’s not your favorite. Riding also comes natural to you, connecting with Pa’li as if you were born native. You become comfortable in your Avatar body, trusting your body’s movements and mind. You run, scale, leap, climb, crawl, swim, everything as if you were born in this body. As you land clean kill after clean kill, and join in on the hunting festivals, Neteyam begins to push you softly in the direction of iknimaya, taming your ikran.

“Neteyam, it’s scary.” You defend yourself as you prepare meat for tonight’s dinner. Your Avatar body slices through easily, never struggling for more than a couple of moments. “They’re scary.”

“I know, I know.” He sighs, “But-“

“Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it right now. It’s scary, and I could die.”

“You can die at any time.“ You send him a strong glare, ending the conversation without another word being shared with each other. You’re done talking about it for tonight, placing the meat on a serving platter. You don’t talk about it for a while, going on about your lessons and training, learning more and more each day.

You’re out in the forest, a routine day unfolding. Your body and mind feel like yours, Neteyam also begins to wander away from you further and further. If it comes down to it, you can defend yourself to some extent. He's doing just that when a blood curdling scream rips through the forest, catching his attention immediately. His feet are moving faster than his brain, running.

“NETEYAM!” You scream again, feet remaining planted firm in front of the animal in front of you. Your heartbeat is rapid as you stare down the creature, trying to figure out its next course of action. Stepping a couple of feet back, your fingers immediately begin to reach for the knife that’s secured across your chest. “It’s not moving, Nete. I don’t know what to do.” You speak, more calmly now as the palulukan has made no action to pursue you yet. Still, you unsheathe your knife just in case. It wouldn’t help much if it attacked, but it gives you some peace of mind for the current circumstances.

“Is it not pursuing?” Neteyam asks, and you can hear his faint footsteps running to get to you in the distance. It’s still in the same place it was, still staring at you.

“No! It’s just staring at me!” You yell back, trying to hold your ground as much as possible. Your knees shake the slightest bit, which you try to calm. If you turn and run, you could possibly outsmart it. However, as soon as you turn you’re sure it would immediately begin its pursuit on you. Neteyam eventually finds you, keeping his distance as he accesses the situation as much as possible.

“I know what I’m going to say, you will not like-“

“Nete!”

“I know, I know! But step up to it. Slowly, you’re not pouncing on her, but stepping up.” You want to scream at him, it sounds like a stupid idea. However, you don’t think there’s anyone you trust more with your general well-being than him. “Trust me! If something happens, I'm right behind you, jumping in.”

“You promise?” You never break your eye contact, but you know Neteyam is staring directly at you. Taking a step, you can hear the faint “Promise” that Neteyam mumbles out softly. Another step comes, and the creature still hasn’t moved a single inch from where you were first confronted by it. Now you’re in attacking distance again, if you reached fully out you would surely touch it on the head. For the first time, it moved. It leans down, and it takes everything in your willpower to not start instinctively booking it at the first sign of movement, “Neteyam?”

“Tsaheylu, make the bond. She’s offering to you.” Neteyam explains, stepping a bit closer as the tense environment of the situation has lessened. “It’s okay, she’s submitting to you, Y/n.”

You’re still too afraid to break eye contact to look at Neteyam, your eyes never leaving her as you reach back for your kuru. As soon as the tsaheylu is made, a rush of relief washes over you. “Thank Eywa, thank Eywa,” You mumble, walking to its side and swinging yourself over the animal. Your heartbeat calms down with the animals, and you finally are able to feel her strength and power. She's unlike anything else you've ridden, not a ikran, not pa’li. Once you’re fully bonded, Neteyam feels safe enough to approach.

“Scary?” He giggles, his hand coming to rest on your calf where it sits on the palulukan’s side. You can feel his thumb run across your skin comfortingly, making you smile as you face away from him.

“Just a bit, she feels…kind?” You ask, despite him having no idea. “Her thoughts, her power and strength, is kind?”

“I see, you feel her? You’re getting the hang of this whole, tsaheylu, kuru thing.” He smiles at you, walking behind you and hopping on. Even at the sudden movement, she still doesn’t think of any harm or reaction in a negative manner. You absolutely beam, reaching forward and petting the space at her forehead essentially. “Should I hold on?” Neteyam chuckles behind you.

“Oh yes, 100%. Strong.” Is all you offer him before beginning to move, just walking but still feeling the absolute power she holds.

“I trust you.” Neteyam smiles, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist. The contact makes your face flush hot, immediately pushing it away from your thoughts as you begin to run, easily jumping and clearing anything in the forest floor. Once again, it’s a completely different ride than you’re used to, you and Neteyam whooping, laughing, and shrieking when you particularly jerk and almost slide off. Slowing to a stop, you find yourself at the edge of the river. You gently rub her shoulder in warning as you slide off, patting her gently. You break the tsaheylu, watching in case she flees. Instead, she stays, drinks water, settles down with the both of you where you sit on the soft grass.

“What about her family?” You ask Neteyam as if he would know the answer. Neteyam shrugs softly, unsure himself. He has no answer for this, logically.

“She seems to want you more.”

“I see,”

“Y/n, you are more than ready for iknimaya,”

There’s a loud sigh filling the peace of the forest. You hum, finally giving in. “Fine, Neteyam.” You sigh, watching as the thanator creeps towards you, laying down next to where you’re seated. “I’ll complete my iknimaya.” You nod, finalizing your statement.

“The next trip is in one week,”

You nod. You have one week to fully prepare yourself and the people around you. If anything, you’ll retreat at the first sign you can’t do it. Still, you dread the trip.

You and Neteyam decide not to bring your thanator back, scared of the commotion she may cause. You promise to return to her in the forest in the opening you met at, bidding her goodbye in the meantime. With one final reassuring pet, she runs off.

The days creep by, anxiety beginning to find its hold over you for your upcoming rite of passage completion.

“It's my day off from lessons, Neteyam!” You poke your tongue out at him as he peels open your hammock, giving you no other option but to fully wake up. The hammock, suspended on two branches of the home tree, sways hazardously as he kneels down. He's almost, he is, towering over your human form like this, poking and prodding you until you get up.

“Just because it’s your day off doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. What, I have to make reservations now?” Neteyam jokes, beaming at you as you finally rise, easily jumping onto a nearby branch to get going. Even as you stretch out completely, he’s a solid 3 feet taller than you still. “I was thinking we can just chill today, though. Nothing crazy, no village duties.”

“Your father let you off village duties?”

“Well no, but-“

“He’s gonna end up hating me.” It’s half joking, half not. You stop walking, instead turning around to face him. “Go back,” You chuckle, pushing Neteyam’s stomach. There’s enough force for little imprints to appear in his skin, but not nearly enough to move the giant. “I'm serious, he’s gonna start blaming me for you being absent all the time.”

“Hmmm,” Neteyam pretends to think for a moment, tapping his bottom lip. “No.” Before you have a chance to react, Neteyam easily grabs both of your wrists in one palm. With one easy motion, you’re being swung through the air before landing on his back. He chuckles as you smack his shoulder for endangering your life like that, swinging you over the open area of the home tree sleeping area. (Even though you know he’d never drop you, even accidentally.) “C’mon, don’t worry about him. I'll be the one answering anyway.”

“I’m serious, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Like Lo’ak.” You chuckle, and he scoffs at the accusations.

“Never in a million years,” While the two of you talk, Neteyam easily scales the home tree and arrives at the ikrans in no time at all. “Plus, we can’t get in trouble if he can’t find me.”

“This is stupid, and you know it.” You smile hard despite all your scolding, a specialness filling your chest that Neteyam would want to spend your days with you, even though it meant trouble for him. Once again, he nonchalantly shakes his head before calling down his ikran, quickly calming her for your sake.

“Come on, we only have all day.” He jokes, offering his palm for you to climb up. You still hate flying, especially as a human just because of the size and how scary trying to hold on is. (Balance isn’t your thing and Neteyam is basically an expert flyer, aka, crazy ass flyer.) Still, you suck it up as he takes you to your destination. It's a familiar area, pretty river, pretty flowers, and nearby fruit trees that you’re for sure going to devour when the time comes.

You beam, hopping down before Neteyam and running over to dip your feet in the clear water. If Neteyams is lucky, you won’t start a water fight the moment he walks over. He approaches with caution, attacked one too many times to not be. Even as no attack ensures, he’s still sure to sit down carefully in case there’s some other sneak attack waiting around the corner.

Instead, you both sit and watch the water for a bit. It’s a comfortable silence, a shared one at that. “I made you something.” You speak softly, finally breaking the silence, nerves flashing across your face when Neteyam doesn’t look over right away. “Just a small thing, nothing serious.”

“Sorry, the fish over there- you were saying?”

“I made you something.”

“No, no-“

“It’s already made, it’d be rude to not accept it.” You chuckle, beginning to dig through your medicinal pouch (That’s supposed to be used for plants and herbs.) Neteyam watches carefully as you pull out a riding visor, carefully braided and woven to very little details. The small wings that make up the visor are in perfect condition, not even a small crack on them.

“I know you have one, but I feel bad about the wings I broke on it.” You chuckle, handing it over to him. You were once riding with him in your human form and felt uneasy. As you slipped off to one side, you instinctively reached up to him, breaking the fragile protective wings on his visor. As you place it in his hands, your hands linger against one another’s for just a moment too long before you pull away. “And one more thing.”

“You shouldn’t have-“

“I wanted to, Neteyam. In my free time, or days where we couldn’t practice because you had work.” You interrupt him, watching the soft smile slowly spread across his face. “This is your last gift, so don’t get all excited, it’s nothing crazy.”

“I will get excited, it’s from you.” Neteyam hums softly, watching as you prepare to present your gift.

“Shut your eyes, don’t open until I say.”

“How is that fair!”

“Warriors honor!! Shut your eyes!” You giggle loudly, standing up next to Neteyam. You’re not much taller than him even when he sits, but neither of you mention it. “No peeking, or else I'm taking it back.”

“Fineee,” He sighs, finally following along with your shenanigans. Finally, you pull out your gift. It’s a simple necklace in theory, however you modeled its design after traditional warrior necklaces that have gone out of trend in recent years. Small goosebumps spread across Neteyam’s skin as your fingertips graze his skin, jumping slightly as you gently move his kuru.

“Sorry, sorry.” You quickly apologize, watching as the goosebumps spread across his nape. You didn’t even think before you did it, out of instinct. You finish quickly after that, wanting to put some distance in between you two. “Look in the water.”

He does, a giant smile spread across his face when he finds your eyes again. “You made this for me?”

“Of course, who else?” You giggle, reaching out to run your fingers across the beads. Neteyam catches your forearm before you have a chance to move away once more, accidentally jerking you forward into his arms. You land with a huff, Neteyam quickly wrapping you in his embrace. So small compared to him, fitting in his arms like nothing at all. Your skin is so soft against his, his fingertips easily making small indents in your arms where he holds you close.

“Thank you Y/n.” Neteyam mumbles softly, eyes falling shut as he gets lost in holding you, your scent, your voice. His eyes peel open the slightest bit as you begin to shuffle, preparing to release you as soon as you make a move to. Instead, you’re reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him close. Your knees are resting on his thighs, having to kneel in order to even reach. He can feel your beaded top against his chest, feel your heartbeat if he focuses hard enough on it. He’s sure you can feel his too, now beating a million miles a second.

“Of course, a warrior necklace for a mighty warrior,” You mumble, almost directly into his ear unintentionally, goosebumps spreading all along his body. He shudders, making you pull back softly, peering at him with a careful look. Suddenly, he’s even more aware of the proximity and you on his lap.

“Sorry, I just got a chill. Must be because my father is looking for me,” He smiles, covering up for himself. You laugh softly, carefully climbing off and sitting back by the river. You lay down, sun washing over your skin. Neteyam’s eyes soak it all in, not a sight that’s very common. He joins you after a bit, talking about any random topic that comes to mind.

“Nete, can I ask you something weird?”

“Anything,”

“What does your kuru feel like? I'm not sure if it’s different for me, but you seem to be much more sensitive.” You ask softly, scared of overstepping your welcome when it comes to his teaching.

As he lays next to you, he’s acutely aware of how much larger his frame is. “Hm, I suppose I am sensitive. But only when I want to be, with people I want to be.” He answers, hinting slightly. He's more than aware it’s going to fly over your head.

“Uhm. When Na’vi chooses their mate, and they, uhm mate, is it the same tsaheylu as our bond with animals? With our mounts?”

“Hmm, I'm not sure. I haven’t been there yet.” He chuckles softly, but still does his best to answer. “I suppose they are connected in the same way, but you cannot control them as if you are on a mount. You cannot think about going, and expect the other to go. It’s more of a spiritual connection, being completely with the other. I suppose we also feel the other's sensations and emotions, but control is not the aspect of it.”

“Why are you so sensitive with yours?”

“It is my nervous system, if I wasn’t something would be seriously wrong.” He answers sarcastically, making the both of you laugh.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, your eyes closing as you soak up the sun.

“Neteyam?”

“Hm?”

“I'm scared.” It’s vulnerable and the truth, you’re terrified. “If I fall, will you catch me?” You’re completely dead serious, terrified of falling off the cliff.

“Of course, I'll fly Seze.” He promises you. You sigh, nodding your head.

The day slips through your grasp before you can even hold onto it for a second, night quickly approaching. You and Neteyam slowly make your way back to home tree, you much slower, as you purposely get further and further behind. Neteyam knows, and he could definitely guess why you’re acting so strange. He doesn’t push you, just slows down his pace tenfold to allow you to catch up and even pass him. Ever so observant, he watches as your fists clench tight as your feet come to a gradual stop.

“Neteyam, spend tonight with me.” You rush, quickly. You quickly turn around to peer up at him, catching the small smile that’s already pulling at the corners of his mouth. Your fists are still clenched as you wait for his response to your borderline demand.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re asking, demanding the future Olo'eyktan around?” Neteyam boasts, jokingly puffing out his chest before he’s dropping into a squat to be more eye-level with your form. “Y/n?”

You almost knock him off balance as you ambush him, smaller body crashing against his as your arms fly around his neck. He regains his composure just as quickly, arms wrapping around you. “I'm scared.” You mumble against his ear, goosebumps shooting down his spine. “Just in case something happens.” You continue to mumble, borderline against his skin. “I want to spend tonight with you.” Your arms never loosen their hold, not giving him much leeway.

“Nothing will happen, Y/n.” He reassures you, easily picking up both of your body weight as he stands. He doesn’t pry you away, instead he wraps his arms around your torso as he easily carries you through the branches. “I promise, you will do amazing.” He fights to reassure you, lips brushing against your ear.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, I do.” He giggles softly, finally arriving at the sleeping hammocks after what feels like forever. (The close proximity is going straight to his head.) “You need rest though, my mighty warrior.” Neteyam gives you a wide grin as you pull away, smiling back softly at him. “I won’t leave you, if that’s what you want.'' He carefully maneuvers your weight into one arm, the other assisting him as he climbs into the hammock. Laying on his back, a content sigh slips through your lips as you rest on his chest.

“Neteyam, if I fail, what will you do?” You mumble, avoiding his gaze as your head never lifts as you speak to him.

“I will catch you.” He answers back almost immediately, not missing a single beat. It makes you smile, reassures you, calms your nerves just the slightest bit as he promises.

“Neteyam?”

“You're supposed to shut your eyes, syulang.” He teases as you continue your questioning.

“Can we go to the labs?” It's now Neteyam’s turn to ask questions, you never want to be in the lab. Never once have you asked to go there.

“Huh?”

“My mask is annoying, I'm getting used to not having it on.” Okay, he supposes that makes sense. Eases his nerves that you’re falling into your more human side than that of the culture and of the people. He lets out a puff of air he didn’t realize he was holding, climbing onto his feet carefully with you still in his arms. He wobbles like an idiot climbing out, regaining his balance once his feet hit the tree branch.

As always, Neteyam moves swiftly despite your weight remaining fixed to his back. You're tired, slowly slipping further and further down, making it hard for him to move as easily. “Y/n, you’re killing me,” Neteyam chuckles softly, reaching behind him to pull you up his back. He easily drops you onto his shoulders, continuing the fast pace he was previously at. He’s dumb, he definitely did not think this one through. Each movement has your legs clenching tightly, scared to fall from so high up. He can feel your warmth, so close. Each time you shuffle, he can smell you, so close it’s making him dizzy. Mustering all his strength up, he pushes on.

He thanks Eywa under his breath when he sets you down, still feeling the warmth on his shoulders where you once were. He hums softly as he grabs a mask, fiddling with the annoying thing as he places it over his head. He watches as you happily rip off your mask, rubbing at the red lines it left behind on your face. The lab is empty, everyone out for the night, likely sleeping up at high camp with the Avatar lab. Neteyam follows you loosely as you wander around, eventually slipping into a room. It’s small, for Neteyam. However, for you, the bed is giant as you plop dead in the middle of it.

“Neteyammm,” You sing-song to him, beckoning him over on the small bed. He curls and concorts, knees coming up as you lay almost encircled by him. Your face is engulfed in a smile, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “Maybe after I become a warrior I’ll rebraid your hair. You’ve been so busy.” You mumble softly, continuing to play softly with it. Your fingers brush over his kuru, a shudder running down his spine before he can stop it. You’re so close, smell so good, so warm, it makes him 100% more sensitive, he thinks. “Sorry, sorry,” Your hands retract just as fast as his reaction happened.

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reacts, stopping your hand before it has the chance to fully leave his head. “It’s okay, it’s not bad. You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re curious, it’s okay.”

“Neteyam,”

“It’s okay,” He smiles softly, gently placing your hand back where it once was. He encourages you to do whatever you’d like, bending to your every will. He would, he does. Another shudder runs down his spine when your little hands graze over it once more, goosebumps spreading along his skin. He can see the apprehension on your face, uncertainty. “It doesn’t hurt, syulang. It’s just sensitive, a new feeling.” He hums, pressing his face into your neck, hiding the blush that begins to spread across his face and ears.

You fill up his senses entirely, and he likes it. He wants you to. He bites back a softly whimper when your fingers trail down the braid, nose flat against your skin as he inhales. He can feel you warm up, feel himself warm up as well. His kuru seeks out your touch almost, wrapping around your fingers before you even realize it. Trying to make some form of tsaheylu, likely. Your fingers twitch slightly through the exposed part of his nerves, gaining confidence as you brush through them carefully, watching for any pained noises. Neteyam cant bite back the whimper when you carefully wrap your fingers around it, entangling back. He pitifully moans against your skin, embarrassment coursing through his veins as he refuses to meet your eyes.

“You need to rest, mighty.” Neyetam hums against your skin, afraid if he glances into your eyes now it would be too much for him, he’d give in. Another shiver runs, this time just from the thought of you, your skin, the proximity of your bodies as he curls around your form on the bed. “Let’s rest for tomorrow.” He can feel you nod, carefully moving your hands away from his kuru. He’s about to mourn the loss of contact, maybe even complain, before you’re running your fingers with his braids, holding his head close. Everything is good.

You thank Eywa for the blessing that makes Neteyam not look at you, you’d surely be read like a book. Face red, lips bitten bright red, slick with saliva. Thank Eywa.

You wake up with dread, genuine dread. Terror racks your body the whole trip. Not at the thought of scaling the mountain, or climbing the vines. At the thought of failing. Neteyam has so much faith in you, you don’t know what you’d do if you were to fail. You can almost feel the disappointment rolling from him. Shaking the thought from your head, you continue climbing the hard rock, pulling yourself out of autopilot. Neteyam whoops every now and then, encouraging you and the other group of warriors you’ve traveled with. It's nice, knowing he’s close, but terrifying at the same time.

As you come to the opening of the cave, just before you cross over, your heart drops. Seze comes into your view, landing and allowing Neteyam off.

He presses his fingers to his forehead, greeting everyone in the surrounding area. You all follow along, greeting your future leader. “I will not be watching, I'll be on lookout. Just in case.” He announces to the group, watching as the dread still doesn’t leave your face. He announces you’ll go last, trying to make you feel better. It fails, miserably. But you don’t tell him.

When it’s finally your turn, he comes back to the mountain, beginning to carefully walk you underneath the waterfall. People have failed today, scurrying back underneath the water in a desperate attempt to miss the near-death attack. They all come back ashamed, disappointed, and you’ve done your best to reassure them. Of course, some also succeeded, flying off with loud cheers and chants cheering them on.

“Neteyam, if I think I’m going to die, I am going back.” It’s dead serious, eyes dead serious, as you stare back at him. You’re scared, and he knows it, but you’re trying desperately to hide it all. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, but I'm scared.”

“I understand,” Neteyam nods, “I am not going further, I have to get back to Seze. I will be close,” You know he will, you know it. Carefully inching closer, most of the ikrans are already scattered, scared off by ten other hunters. The entire process is a blur, fear and adrenaline taking over your mind. You can barely remember what happened as you force your tsaheylu to connect, terrified pants calming out.

You briefly hear Neteyam’s chants fill your ears, hands pressing against your face in excitement. “What happened?” It's a genuine question. You can’t remember.

“Once you captured it, it did not fight. You didn’t have to lock it down.” He answers, a crazy look coming over his face as if he’s realizing something. As the adrenaline begins to mellow out, your brain begins working again.

“I have to fly, Neteyam move,” You demand, his hands still carefully holding your head in his palms as he forces you to look at him.

“Yes, yes. Fly, I’ll follow.” He smiles, ducking out of the way. He can hear the shriek that leaves your lips as you take off, the sound bouncing off the nearby rock. His feet are sprinting as quickly as possible over the wet rock, finding Seze and taking off just as quickly to search for you. You’re doing decent, still shaky, but alive when he finds you. You grieve the absence of a proper saddle and hold, Neteyam more than aware as he laughs at you.

“IT'S HARD!” You scream over the wind, voice just barely making its way to his ears.

“YOU DID IT!” He’s screaming back, a giant smile plastered across his face. The hours tick by quicker than he would’ve liked, signaling for you to follow as he leads you back to home tree. He supposes it’s because you went last, the time seemingly running past him. As you land in the top branches of the home tree, your unsteady legs buckle as you make contact with the mossy branch, toppling down.

“I’m tired,” Is all you offer, disconnecting your kuru as you allow your ikran to perch wherever she pleases. Neteyam lets out a hearty laugh as he reaches to pick you back up.

“You did it, I told you you were ready,” He smiles, the smile taking up his entire face. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into his embrace in a flurry. Your legs still feel weak, but you muster enough strength to wrap your arms back around him. “Come, we must meet with the others for dinner, announce it to the clan,” He blurts, excitement running through his veins for you. A giant smile spreads across your face as you agree, following him down with interlocked pinkies.

As you make it down, Neteyam lets out a loud whoop, announcing your success. Cheers and chants follow, everyone beginning to congratulate and praise you. Your official ceremony will be held in a week, commemorating and celebrating your achievement of having your place within the people. Neteyam is busy telling everyone the story, voice bubbling with excitement, growing in volume as he gets to the good parts. You beam beside him, listening. You couldn’t tell it anyway, you partially blanked.

Some of the elder members of the clan have a look you can’t quite decipher, unsure of what it means. You choose not to ask, scared of getting an answer you don’t actually want. For once, you choose ignorance.

Eventually the commotion begins to die down, everyone beginning to eat as usual. Neteyam practically begs you to eat with them as always, but Neytiri has the same look that so many others have given you. “Thank you, Nete, but I’m really worn out,” You offer softly, placing your hand on his bicep to try and calm him. He offers you a sad, kicked puppy look, but it didn’t work. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You smile, beginning to make your way back to the hammocks.

“Child,'' Neytiri speaks softly once you depart, swooping Neteyam away for a brief moment. He knows he’s going to get some sort of lecture, good or bad, so he follows without saying another word. “She is special, no?” She asks, plain and simple. They both know the answer to this, Neteyam’s ears pinning in worry.

“…No.” Fear leads him as he lies.

“Neteyam.” It is kind but firm.

“She has something.” Is all he offers. He doesn’t know what it really is, but he knows it’s something. “Does that matter?” He avoids her gaze in worry.

“No, no. It doesn't matter. But it's something to be noted and watched, you know that.” She speaks, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. “Is she something special…to you?” She asks delicately, placing a careful hand over his heart as she asks.

“I'm…not sure.” He answers honestly.

Neytiri nods. She also knows the answer to that question, but figured she’d ask anyway. “Come, my child, let’s eat.” She smiles warmly, leading him back. He earns a lot of “ouuuus” from his siblings when he gets back, assuming he got in trouble.

He hisses softly, resuming his natural place with his family as he begins eating.

The days once again fly by before he can even think too long about it, a sturmbeest hunt following just days after your iknimaya.

“Come with us, Y/n,” Neteyam pleads alongside Lo’ak, begging you to come to the hunt with them. Your small human frame is still wiping the sleep from your eyes, glaring up at him as you devour your fruit. You pop your mask back on as you chew, the mask becoming more and more frustrating as you grow accustomed to your Avatar body.

“I can't hunt and fly at the same time, I'm not good at flying yet.” You answer genuinely, allowing your neck to relax as you look down, no longer peering up.

“You can be our lookout,” Lo’ak offers, also wanting you desperately to come along. He knows he hasn’t talked to you much, and as he watches his brother fall head over heels for you, he’s determined to grow closer.

You huff loudly, eyes still all squinty from sleep. You struggle up to your feet, the two blue boys giant next to you. “I'll meet you guys by the ikrans,” You whine, beginning to lazily make your way to the labs for link.

“Yay yay yay!” Lo’ak and Neteyam chant, easily lifting you and absolutely spriting you to the labs. You scream and laugh, body jostled around as if you weighed absolutely nothing to them. Your ribs hurt from laughing as they arrive at the shack, placing you down in front of the front door. They usher you inside.

“We’ll be at the tree,” Neteyam smiles, waving as you step inside. They both take off before the door even closes all the way. You can only laugh as you imagine them going crazy, sprinting up the tree branches. Just as you imagined, when you finally get up there, both boys are panting and disheveled, bowed over at the hips as they fight for air.

“Skxawngs,” You laugh wildly, a giant smile on your face as you call your ikran down. She’s calm as you connect, quickly rising and falling backwards as you wait for the other two.

The hunt goes smoothly as possible. Some shots are always missed, some Navi and their pa’li are always knocked over, some sturmbeests are wounded but not killed, always a tragedy. You watch Neteyam and Lo’ak very closely, terrified that one of them was going to get themselves in some sort of trouble or hurt. Neteyam lands a hit on one, the arrow not deep enough to kill the giant male just get. You’re a considerable distance ahead, flying further in front.

“Y/N, SHOOT! THE BIG MALE!” His voice screams to you, wanting to put the animal down with as little pain as possible. You let out an annoyed growl as you draw your bow as quickly as possible, using the wind to whip back as quickly as possible. Your arrow is aimed and shot quickly, the male about to run past where you’re flying, charging wildly. Your arrow hits on the same area, successfully knocking the prize winner down.

You, Neteyam, and Lo’ak cheer loudly, flying quickly next to one another as the adrenaline courses through your veins. Lo’ak screams in english, Neteyam in Navi, and you in a weird mix of the two. You're met by the people with loud calls and cheers, celebration soon to be underway as you bring in the prize kills.

“Y/n, come to the ceremony with me tonight.” Neteyam calls you softly as you feed your ikran, tending carefully to her. He watches as you loosen the saddle and reins, allowing your ikran to have more ability and flexibility while you’re not riding.

“The ceremony, with you? Are you courting me?” You chuckle softly. You know the culture, he knows you know the culture. Even at your accusation, the both of you giggle and brush it aside.

“You? Of course not. I'm giving you the gracious opportunity to take your Avatar to a ceremony, and just so happen to go with the clan leader's son.”

“Uhhhh huh.”

“Seriously, you’d be missing out if you don’t.”

“Fine, I suppose I will.”

The night is hectic, fermented juice being passed around like no one’s business, dance, games, and food all being shared among the clans members. You’re a topic of conversation, everyone inquiring about your appearance in your Avatar and not how you normally show up. Even still, it’s a good time. Everything goes generally as planned, until Tarsen approaches you later in the night, smooth voice talking with you.

He's sweet, and you suppose he’s just as accomplished as Neteyam in terms of earning their place within the clan. You know he’s respectful and hardworking, but besides that you’ve never really talked to him.

“You look very beautiful tonight.” A giant smile spreads across your face before you even have a chance to stop it fully. “Please, allow me to get a drink with you.” You have no chance in hell, nodding like an idiot as he takes your hand to help you up off your seat. The drinks are strong, making you warm in seconds flat.

“How is the ceremony going for you, Tarsem?” You smile softly, turning to listen to his answer. He steps a bit closer as he talks to you, leaning forward to tell you about his day in your ear. There’s small goosebumps spreading across your arms from the proximity, listening nevertheless to him. It takes a lot of effort to not jump when his tail comes to wrap around your waist, a classic courting gesture. He's bragging to you about his kill in the hunt, and your mind begins to wander to yours and Neteyam’s joint kill.

“Y/n?” You turn to find the voice, losing your balance temporarily as you search. “Can I have this dance?” Neteyam appears out of nowhere, standing up straighter and broad in front of you.

“Nete! Of course!” Once again, your balance falters as you step towards him. You quickly mumble a string of apologies to Tarsem, promising to come back as you excuse yourself from him. Neteyam’s chest rumbles as you fall towards him, finally breaking free of Tarsem’s hold on your waist. “Let's go!”

He waits until you get away from the table to speak once again, “Are you drunk? You’ve been drinking?”

“Yes, well no. Tarsem wanted to drink with me, but that’s it.” You struggle, beginning to make your way over to the clan's traditional dance line. Your hand reaches for Neteyam, pulling him along to follow. He stands in place, solid as a rock despite your pleading. Your costume makes soft clicking sounds as the beads and feathers move, a pretty hanging assortment that Neteyam had gifted you. Before arriving at the ceremony, you realized you had no ceremony outfits for your Avatar, only for your human body. It sits on your shoulders, connecting at your wrists to almost resemble wings hanging down.

“And his tail?” His jaw is clenched hard.

“Neteyam? What’s wrong?” You finally give up trying to pull him to the dance, it’s clear he doesn’t actually care to dance at this moment. There's a small frown on your face that Neteyam threatens to crumble under. He pulls his composure together, reaching out and pulling you close by your elbow.

“He was courting after you, and you let him.” Neteyam mumbles, eyes searching yours for answers.

“I didn't think you’d mind…you said we were just going to give me a chance to use my Avatar, Nete.” You sigh, confusion evident. “You’re confusing me, really badly. I don't understand why you’re upset. Please, can we just dance??”

Neteyam once again doesn’t budge. Even in your Avatar body, his strength easily overpowers yours and he’s suddenly an unmoving force. The two of you are away from the crowd, able to talk more freely and hide from any peering eyes. “Would you have continued?” Neteyam grits, unable to hold eye contact with you as he peers down.

“What do you mean? What are you accusing me of?”

“Would you have mated?”

“Neteyam! What are you on about?” You slur your speech, balance losing temporarily as you fall forward into him. He catches you despite technically being upset. “I’m not mating with anybody, the person I want doesn't want me. He told me so today,” You drunkenly babble, arms wrapping around his neck as you hold yourself up. “Told me he won’t go to the ceremony with me in that way, doesn’t want to court me.” Your costume tangles with him as his arms come to wrap around your waist, the proximity going to his head.

“He told you that, huh?” Neteyam feels his face heat, knowing who you’re talking about. You lift slightly onto your tiptoes, pushing yourself closer against his chest. “I think you should tell him that.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” Your words came out mumbled, “He’s a really busy guy, you know? Don’t wanna be an inconvenience.” You continue, and Neteyam can feel his heart contract a bit.

“You’re not an inconvenience.”

“Hmmm,” You hum, goosebumps sprouting against his skin. “Can we dance, Nete. Please?” You ask again, beginning to untangle yourself from him. He mourns the loss of closeness, holding tight to your hand in his. Your face is bright pink, but you still lock eyes with him. “Come, let’s dance in the ceremony,” You softly pull, this time Neteyam moves with, giving in. The two of you dance and sing, play some of the games, share food as you begin to settle down for the night. You’re holding the leaf on your lap, you and Neteyam both picking from it here and there.

Unknown to you, Tarsem is making his way over, ready to ask about your promise of returning to him. Neteyam locks eyes, giving him a heavy glare that’s almost unmistakable even in an inebriated state. To solidify his claim, he’s moving closer to you, legs now pressed together, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He gets the message loud and clear, turning around and beginning to make his way elsewhere.

“Nete, I’m tired,” You call his attention back without realizing, head falling onto his shoulder. “Can I go back to home tree? You can stay if you need to, future Olo'eyktan,” You smile, beginning to stand as you hand him the leaf in case he’s sticking around. “I’ll see you for our lessons, yeah?”

“I’ll walk you back,” He’s quick to offer, wanting to make sure you get back safely, and by yourself. Neteyam does as promised, safely walking you back to home tree to allow your Avatar to rest. He thinks hard, would your human body remember what you said and did? Are you going to steer clear of him now? You’re beyond wobbly, scaring Neteyam half to death as you wobble side to side on the tree branches. Your body has enough muscle memory to easily guide you to the hammock, still, Neteyam gasps hard as you freely jump into an open one. “Oh Eywa! Y/n!” He scolds.

You laugh softly, peering up at him. “Goodnight, Nete. Get back safe okay?” You lazily smile, gently pulling at the edge of the leaf to cover yourself. You’re out quickly, body exhausted. Neteyam is now racing on foot to the lab to check on human you.

“Y/n?” He calls as he walks through the lab, struggling with the mask as he holds it.

“Neteyam? You should probably get back to the ceremony,” You mumble, stretching your legs and arms out. He smiles softly as the beads clink together, “People are probably waiting on you.”

“Yeah, but you should get some rest. I wanted to make sure you’re okay, you drank a lot.”

“I suppose it doesn’t cross over, that’d be weird if it did. I don’t remember much though,” You smile, a bit embarrassed that you can’t remember the ceremony that Neteyam took you to.

“I see, I see.” He nods, “Here, I’ll run you up to home tree so you can get some sleep.” Neteyam smiles as he offers, turning around and squatting to offer his back. You climb on, wrapping your legs around his torso as much as possible given his size. Neteyam takes you there easily, jumping, climbing, and scaling the tree with little to no difference with you on him. He's careful as he climbs into a leaf, allowing you to climb off of his back. You laugh as he wobbles in it as he tries to get up around you.

“Careful, you’ll knock both of us out,” You smile, grabbing his arm where he’s trying to push himself up without leaning too far to one side. He can only balance with both arms, awkwardly placed on either side of your head, your smaller frame engulfed by his much bigger one.

Neteyam makes the mistake of looking, his body easily covering yours entirely, your face bright red as you bite on your lips, avoiding eye contact. Your small hand grips hard as you balance yourself, not helping. He's so close he can practically smell the heat rolling off of you. “Sorry, Sorry! I’m just, this is, it’s fragile,” He stutters, his own face warming. He wants to stay here, like this, with you. He's sure you can see the blush on his ears, stuttering like an idiot when he accidentally looks in between both of your bodies. But he can’t, so he reluctantly climbs away, barely making it to the tree branch. “I’ll see you soon,” He grits out, closing the hammock for you.

Neteyam knows he should go back to the ceremony, make his rounds as the chief's son. But he has a bigger issue at hand, said issue? In between his legs.

Your’s and the other warrior’s ceremony is quick to come, your body being painted traditionally for it. White paint is drug along your torso and face, finger paths making pretty even lines. You begged Kiri to help you, knowing she’d be the most careful and intricate. As she drags her fingers over your lips, the both of you giggle wildly. Tuk, who joined the both of you for fun, stares at you with stars in her eyes.

“Y/n, I have a gift for you,” Kiri speaks, springing up and running off. She comes back quickly. She comes back with a decently sized box. “It’s for tonight.”

Your heart aches as you open it, a giant smile spread across your face. “You didn’t have to-“

“It's not just from me.”

Its beautiful ceremonial pieces, bottoms, a top, accessories galore, and a few pieces to decorate your hair with. “Most were woven and made by Neteyam,” Kiri almost whispers, a knowing smile spread across her face at the confession.

“I see…” You smile, trying to avoid the blush that threatens to come across you. Kiri is very receptive, even more so to you since she’s known you for so long. “They’re beautiful, I’ll be sure to talk to him and thank him later tonight,”

Kiri smiles, “I'm sure he’d like that a lot.” She nods, climbing to her feet. She offers her hands, helping you up. “Me and Tuk will leave you to get ready,”

You thank her repeatedly as she leaves. You kiss the top of Tuk’s head goodbye when she complains about leaving, promising her you’ll see her later. Getting changed makes your stomach flip wildly, nerves beginning to set in for the night. Everyone is busy with their preparations, running wildly around the tree. Dressed and painted, you make your way down.

Neteyam spots you immediately, having to run off to help with preparations. His mind is filled with you, just the brief glimpse he caught. He tells himself to distance himself, too scared that once he’s in your grasp he won’t be able to break himself away. He watches the entire night, eyes never once leaving your frame. Hours fly by like minutes, too entranced in the way you dance, speak, sing, smile, interact, everything about you. You can feel his stare, burning into your skin. He watches as you join in the dances, accept praise and congratulations, turn down courting and mate offers left and right. His eyes never leave once.

“Sa’nu,” Neteyam soft voice catches Neytiri’s attention, quickly walking off with him. Far enough away from everyone else, Neteyam speaks freely. “I am going to ask Y/n to be my mate tonight.” His voice is firm and strong. He's not asking in the slightest, he is telling her.

Neytiri nods softly, fighting the smile that pulls at the corner of her lips. “She will make a good mate for you, my eldest.” He smiles, reaching to softly cup his face.

Neteyam nods, “I know.” The two of them walk back to the party, Neteyam standing much stronger, more confident as he searches for you once again.

“Syulang,” Neteyam calls, watching as your head immediately turns towards him. His heart beats hard. “Are you having fun?” He asks softly when you make your way over, a glow radiating off of you.

“Yes, I am. Are you having fun?” You smile back, sitting with him on one of the logs.

“Yes, I am.” He nods.

“Watching me? Because I haven't seen you do much else,” You tease softly, leaning forward towards him as you speak. It’s the truth, he hasn’t done much else.

“Yes, making sure you’re safe,” He nods, coming up with an excuse that’s semi-believable.

“My warrior, forever and always being my lookout,” You grin at him, thinking about when he first promised to be your extra set of eyes, keeping you out of harm's reach. A couple of braids fall from behind his ear as he shuffles slightly. Before you’re thinking, you reach forward, gently tucking them behind his ear.

The grin on his face is irreplaceable, his hand gently reaching for your wrist before you can pull away. He softly pulls your hand down, kissing the pads of your fingers softly. “Y/n? I want to show you something, whenever you’re ready to go.” He gently releases your wrist after pressing another kiss to your pinky, your extra finger that makes you different.

Your mind goes numb, essentially, eyes widening as you stare at the man in front of you. “Ye-yes. I was going to get going soon anyway,” You mumble, not entirely the truth but you digress. He grins, a love-sick grin as he’s the first to get up. He offers his palm, smiling even more when you take it.

“You are one of the people now, physically and spiritually now.” Neteyam begins as the two of you run through the forest, taking turns passing one another in brief sprints. The two of you laugh like dummies, leaping and hopping over logs. “Eywa has heard you, acknowledged you.” He continues, slowing his pace when he approaches his destination. It's the tree of voices, a place you know from stories and pictures. You’ve never visited yourself, never being able to connect or truly listen. “These trees are our people. We connect with them through here, hear their voices, listen to their stories.” Neteyam speaks softly as he walks through the trees. “It is one of our most sacred places. It is our memories, our history.”

Neteyam’s voice is honey to your ears, watching his actions closely. His movements stop, reaching to gather a few of the branches and bringing them to himself. Reaching for his braid, he connects his tswin. You watch him, unsure of if you should follow. Neteyam smiles, nodding towards you to follow when you don’t immediately mirror him. You follow, connecting. It’s different than anything else, your pupils grow giant, listening to the voices, stories, songs. Goosebumps grow all along your body, eyes falling closed as you listen to the advice of mothers passed down for thousands of generations.

“Y/n,” Neteyam speaks softly, hands gently taking your elbows in his hold. Your eyes peel open, gently pulling your kuru away. “I have a gift for you,”

“Neteyam-“

“It’s already made.” He uses your own logic against you from the past. You giggle softly, following him to the soft grass when he sits. He tenderly presents a necklace in his palms, holding it with both hands as he presents it to you. “It’s for you, marking our training together.” Neteyam explains nervously, feeling his tail flick wildly behind him in anxiety.

“You shouldn’t have, you already made me my outfit Nete.” Your voice grows soft as you scooch closer to him, leaning in to examine the necklace in his hands.

“This is the first day, where we spent all day in the forest. This is when you learned archery, your first clean kill, bonding with Midnight, your iknimaya, your kill in the sturmbeest festival, your celebration tonight.” He explains each of the beads, face warming as you continue to draw closer to one another. There's one remaining, a soft pink stone.

“Which is this one?” You ask, reaching and pointing.

“This one…is to represent tonight,” Neteyam mumbles, extremely soft. Your eyes catch one another’s for a brief moment, breaking off when you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “The trees, the people, us.”

“Neteyam, it’s too sweet,” Your voice is smooth and heavenly to him, hands holding his bicep firmly. You then release him, turning your back so he can place it onto you. His touch makes goosebumps spread anywhere they brush, a shudder going down your spine. Your fingers reach to feel it, “It’s perfect, Nete,” You mumble as you turn back and face him. Your hands find his shoulders naturally, eyes connecting.

“I see you, Y/n.” He mumbles, hands once again falling to hold your arms where they rest on him.

“Neteyam, you see me, I see you.” You mumble softly, your hands gently cupping his face in your palms as you shuffle closer to where he’s kneeled. He smiles, leaning his head into your hold and almost nuzzling into you. There's a rumble in his chest, a purr as you always call it, as he feels so completely intent in your hold. He always denies purring with a passion when anyone else brings it up, but you, sure, he’d purr for you. “Nete, I see you.” You speak again, sitting so close that your knees are between one another.

“You’ve grown up here, you know the culture. After coming of age, all of the people are permitted to make their bow or weapon, and find their mate if they wish to." Neteyam speaks softly to you, pressing his forehead to yours. “You may do this as you wish, with whoever you wish.” Neteyam’s chest tightens as his mind goes to Tarsem.

“With whoever I wish?” You ask softly, pulling your head back slightly. Neteyam looks confused, eyes squinting in confusion at your move. “What are the conditions of, “whoever?” I feel that some people are definitely off limits.”

“Who is off limits to you?” Neteyam mumbles, his hands dropping down from your elbows to the ground behind him, holding his torso up.

“Hmmmm,” You pretend to think for a couple of moments, tapping your chin as Neteyam makes himself comfortable, now sitting as he rests on his palms. He looks especially handsome, the smallest look of smugness on his face. He’s almost beckoning you closer, inviting you onto his lap as he sprawls out in front of you. “Olo'eyktan, he’s definitely off limits. Hmmm, I think the future Olo'eyktan is also off limits.”

“Yeah? Did he tell you that it’s off limits?” His confidence grows even more, chest booming. Finally, he reaches forward, hands finding your waist and finally pulling you close once more. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, hovering over his lap. “I think that the future Olo'eyktan has already chosen his mate though, a very special person, someone who he didn’t think he’d be with right now.” Neteyam speaks gently as he continues to pull you close, allowing you to sit on his lap.

“So if he’s already chosen his mate, then he IS off limits.” You continue the game you’re playing, a giant smile spread across your face as your thumb rubs along his cheek. Finally caving in, you speak again “You really think the future Olo'eyktan would want to be with me? A little human?” You giggle like a school girl gossiping, pretending that you weren’t talking directly to him.

“I think he would, definitely. In fact, I know he would.” Neteyam speaks, leaning forward and gently connecting your lips. You pause for a moment to relish in the moment, soft lips pressed against one another, breathing mixing together. You’re the first to move, sliding your lips against his. You can feel the rumbling growing in Neteyam’s chest, the purring that you love so much coming out. Moving closer, your chests press flush together, his arms wrapping around your back.

The kiss consumes you, lights your skin on fire as his palms trail along your skin. It feels like your oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, Neteyam greedily taking it as he kisses you harder. Your hands find the back of his head, pulling him closer if it’s even possible at this point. You break the kiss, panting heavily as you fight to fill your lungs with air.

“Nete, I can't. I can't be Tsahìk, I cannot lead the people.” You pull away, hands still cupping his face. Neteyam presses his cheek into your hold, a gentle smile plastered across his face. Your heart aches, thumbs gently rubbing across his cheeks. “You should look elsewhere-“

“You have a bond with Eywa, I see her with you all the time. You and the forest, her children, your mount, they are all special. You can. You have helped my grandmother from the day she allowed you to, you know how to heal and help. But if you don’t wish to, we will be simple weavers together-“

“Don’t.” Your voice cuts him off.

“Okay, hunters,”

“Neteyam!”

“Songwriters?”

“You have worked your whole life training, ensuring your place as leader. You will likely take over in just a few years time. I will not let you throw it away for me.”

“I don't want to lead the people, if not with you.” He answers completely honestly, leaning forward to press your forehead together. “That life is not worth living.” His eyes fall closed as he relishes the feeling of your hold, holding him so closely, so delicately. “It is not the life I want. I don’t want to lead if you’re not by my side.”

“Only if you want to, no pressure,” Neteyam mumbles against your lips. One of his palms leaves your skin, instead beginning to reach behind him for his tswin. He pulls it over his shoulder, resting it there and waiting for your reaction. Reaching back for yours, it’s a choice you’ve already made long before now. “Y/n, I see you.” Neteyam mumbles, trailing down his braid and watching as you mirror him. “I see you, I see every form of you, every body, my sweet mate.'' Connecting your kuru’s sends electricity down your spine, both of your pupils dilating as the connection is sealed, releasing your kurus.

“Neteyam,” You mumble, hands immediately wrapping themselves around him and pulling him as close as possible. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving against his as you stare into his eyes, both of your pupils giant. Your lips crash together, body seated securely on Neteyam’s lap as he pulls you close. “I need you, haaa fuck, I need you Neteyam.” You whine softly against his lips, pulling roughly on the ties around his hips.

“I know, paskalin, I know.” Neteyam mumbles against your lips, reaching down to pull your hands back up. He places a soft kiss on your palm, “Relax, pretty. Wanna make you feel good, please you.” Neteyam speaks, hands wrapping around to hold your back. He's extremely strong, pushing both of your weights up to gently place you on your back.

“Neteyam,” You whine, reaching back to try to pull at his ties. He easily dodges your prying fingers, pinning your hands to the soft moss underneath you.

“Patience, Y/n,” He speaks softly but firm, “Want to do it right, want to mate you right,” He mumbles, beginning to kiss along your skin. An involuntarily whimper leaves when he makes his way down your neck, slowly getting closer and closer to where you need his touch. You pull softly on his grip, unable to break it. “Make you feel good, so you never want anyone else,”

“I don’t, never Neteyam,” Your voice breaks off into a whine as he nips at the soft flesh on your chest, reaching to untie your top. Goosebumps spread across your skin as he touches as he pleases, hands trailing from your thighs, up to your breast, and then back down to your thighs. Teasing, he’s teasing you. You whine as you squeeze his hips in between your thighs, pulling him closer. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“You mean that?” He asks softly as he carefully takes a breast in his mouth, tongue gently lapping. He watches your reaction, gauges what you don’t like and do, and adjusts all of his movements perfectly. As he nips, a small cry falls past his lips. “You didn’t answer me, yawne.”

“Yes, yes I mean that.” You answer, body steadily heating as he makes his way in between your thighs, kneading the soft flesh.

“So soft.” He bums to you, placing his head on your thighs as if they were a pillow. He's still teasing, unmoving as he looks up at you from where you want him.

“Nete,” Your voice breaks, reaching down to pull softly at his braids, growing impatient. His palms rub along your skin soothingly, moving from your outer thighs, up to your hips where he grabs and holds. “Please, take it off,” You plead as be toys with the ties on the side of your hip, twirling them around his finger.

“Of course, pretty.” Neteyam finally caves in, pulling your loincloth off carefully. You feel his heartbeat increase, pupils growing even more. Your adrenaline masks your embarrassment, wanting him more than ever. Neteyam peers up at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. His breath fans over you, making your thighs tighten where they sit on his shoulders. “So pretty, so beautiful.” He mumbles, lightly licking along your heat.

You can feel the lightning shoot up your back, a moan ripping through your throat. You can feel him inhale hard, nose pressed flat against your skin as he breathes in deeply. “Neteyam! Don’t!”

“Too good,” He ignores you, breathing in your scent in deep, greedy gulps. He ignores your whining, face buried as deep as possible into your cunt.

“Neteyam, you need to rel-AH!” His arms wrap tight around your waist, dragging you along the ground. He pulls your hips easily up to his face, now kneeling and sitting on his feet. “Eywa, Nete,” A moan travels through the trees as you balance on your upper back, hands reaching down to grab his knees to try and talk sense into him. Your nails dig where they can reach, Neteyam lost to you as he licks, sucks, and flicks along your clit with ease you would expect from someone experienced.

“Need you,” He moans into your pussy, only worsening your circumstances as he sends you closer to the edge. He moans into you, enjoying eating you out as if he was being pleasured currently. Your moans are impossible to hold back, whimpering, moaning, and crying out his name. “Taste better than, fuck, anything I’ve ever bad,” He growls, tightening his hold, folding his arms more.

It’s ridiculous, how you’re positioned, completely helpless from his assault. Your knees are resting on his shoulder, accidentally flexing and sending you grinding against his face, a loud moan coming from both of you. “Do it again, ride my face,” Neteyam growls softly.

You whimper as you do so, flexing your legs and consistently pulling your pussy across his face. When your legs begin shaking too badly to continue at the same pace, he picks up the slack for you. “Going to cum,” You cry, nails digging in deeper, beginning to break skin. He doesn’t even register the pain, desperate to get you there.

“Cum, cum on my tongue,” He growls, never slowing his ministrations. You whimper as he pushes you closer and closer, legs beginning to tighten around his head.

“Cumming, Nete,” You cry, head falling against the soft moss as you do so. Your legs tighten around his head, holding him there as you ride out the orgasm. They finally loosen when the overstimulation kicks in, unable to remain locked down.

“So good, so pretty for me,” Neteyam coos, carefully moving your body so you’re once again laying flat on the ground. His palms soothe over your thighs, rubbing the shakes out where they sit around his hips. “So good, such a perfect mate for me, such a perfect girl,” He mumbles.

“Nete, need you,” You whine, using the last bit of your strength to sit up. Your hands push softly at his shoulders, switching the positions as you straddle his hips once more. His loin cloth is stretched, body wanting you more than he could ever tell you. Your lips crash against his, tasting yourself on his face. Heat immediately spreads across your cheeks, slight embarrassment, as you fumble with his ties. This time, he lets you.

“You okay, pretty?” Neteyam coos as you untie him, eyes never leaving your face. His hands slide along your hips, making their way in between your thighs once again. “Are you going to be able to take me, hmm?” His voice has a slight teasing tone, but you know there’s concern underneath it as well. Your head falls forward as he slowly sinks a finger into your heat, allowing your face to nestle in his shoulder.

“I want you, Neteyam. I want your cock,” You complain softly, body aching with want.

“I know, but I don't want you to hurt yourself,'' Neteyam has a purr rumbling in his chest. He cares for you, so deeply, even as he tortures himself with the amount of restraint he’s exercising. Another whine is pulled past your lips as another finger slips in, curling to hit just right. “There it is, there you go,” Neteyam coos as you turn to putty in his hold, fingers exactly where you need him. He stretches you thoroughly, to his liking. Pleasure shoots through your spine, mind melting. “Okay, you got this,” He smiles at you, fingers rubbing comforting circles on your hips.

Your shaky hands line him up, excitement and nerves shooting through your body. Your breathing is uneven as you sink down, panting as you sink down to the base, hips pressed together. “Fuck, fuck,” Neteyam pants, one of his hands holding your hips and encouraging you to grind against him. It draws soft moans from the two of you, the spiritual and physical connection between the two of you making your mind feel fuzzy, almost numb. “You’re doing so good for me, my sweet mate. Taking me so well, taking it so well.” He encourages, gently rocking up into you.

“My mate, my mighty warrior.” You pant, gathering all of the strength you still have to rock yourself along his cock, doing your best to take all of him each time. Neteyam feels feral as you pant on top of him, thighs shaking on either side of his hips. Only he can make you feel like this, only he can see you in this state, all for him. You’re taking him so well, so warm and welcoming as you coax him inside with each thrust. You’re so close, holding his body completely flush against yours. All of his senses are full of you, one hand holding your back and the other has a death grip on your hip.

“So good to me, all for me, only for me.” Neteyam continues to encourage you, your whimpers and mewls filling his ears as you hide in his shoulder. Possessiveness grows, consumes him as you shudder into him, his sweet mate. He's never felt like this, his skin hot, a strong desire growing in his chest.

“Want to cum, Nete.” You’re so sensitive, so hot just because of him. You whimper, words slurred as you fight to think even the slightest bit straight. Your arms are wrapped around him for purchase, the only thing providing you stability as you grind down on his cock. Your small whimpers and moans fill your ears, making you flush red in embarrassment. Biting them back, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip is the best you can manage. Neteyam picks it up instantly, both due to your connection and his ears alerting him.

“What is it, my mate?” Neteyam draws, not able to use the term enough. “Not feeling good anymore?” The confidence and smugness oozes from each work, he knows the answers to his questions before he even asks. “Don’t want to give me your little whines anymore?” Neteyam knows what he’s doing, punctuating the end of his sentence with a gentle snap up of his hips. A broken sob falls from your lips, mewls and whines quickly following it. “There she is, are you going to come for me? Let me hear you, yawne. Use me to make yourself feel good, pretty.”

His voice is intoxicating, feels like you’re on drugs as you pant and whine on top of him. Your hips grind down, no longer bouncing as you whimper as his tip repeatedly hits where you want him, where you need him. Neteyam happily allows you, fondness growing stronger as you do as you please, following his instructions. It doesn’t feel as good to him this way, but god damn it, seeing you in this state easily makes up for it.

“Feels good, hm?” He asks softly, words muffled by your hair as you pull him close. One hand slides down, gently circling the little bud that he knows makes you tick.

“Ah, ah, gonna cum for you, Nete,” Your voice mewls, soft pants breaking up your words as you ride him how you like. Your thighs are shaking worse now, chasing your high like nothing else matters. “Can I cum, please?”

“Of course,” His abs clench hard as he fights off his orgasm, your pussy clenching hard around him as you become more sensitive. His restraint is wearing thin, patience being tested like never before. As you teeter closer, his fingers circle just the slightest bit faster. And you’re cumming around him, hard. His own lips part with a moan as you squeeze his length, shaky thighs continuing to move as your determination to ride it out takes over. Your pants fill his senses, heartbeat filling his own chest, minds molding together.

Eventually, your hips slow, one hand quickly grabbing and pulling his wrist away from your heat. “Nete,” You whimper, squeezing around him. Your arms wrap around his back, chests flush together. “Want you to feel good,”

“I am, yawne.” Neteyam smiles at you, rolling his hips up into you. “Wanted you to feel good, first.'' His voice is gentle as he maneuvers the both of you. Your back hits the ground once again, Neteyam still in between your thighs as he follows close. “Absolutely killing me, doing all I can to hold myself back,” A small growl rumbles through his chest, pressing his hips against you, filling you as deep as possible. “Absolutely losing it,” He growls as he pulls out, snapping his hips forward. You moan, loud.

“Don’t hold back, feel good, Neteyam.” You whimper, his palms slipping underneath your thighs. Your breath catches as he hikes your legs up, hands meeting the bend of your knees as he folds you.

“I'm sorry, yawne,” Neteyam moans softly, pressing his forehead against yours as he absolutely ravishes you. His hips snap hard into you, no longer holding back as he chases his own release. You moan loudly against his lips, not quite kissing, but lips brushing together. He groans and growls, eyes falling shut as he slams his hips into you, filling your cunt completely up each time.

Your noises are unrelenting, unable to bite them back as pleasure shoots through your body with each thrust. Neteyam is feral, chasing the high that he’s edged himself off of for the last hour. “Neteyam, gonna cum, you feel too good,” You whimper, biting at your lips as you peel your eyes open to look at him. Your arms shakily move, clawing softly at his back.

“Cum, cum for me.” Neteyam mumbles, “Gonna cum with you this time, okay paskalin?” He asks softly, pressing a shaky kiss to your cheek. His hips twitch and abs tighten as he focuses on how tight you’re wrapped around him, twitching and clenching down harder as you’re about to cum for him once more. “Gonna fill you up, okay? Put a future clan leader into you,” He groans harshly, feral, animalistic. “My baby, you’ll be a good mama for me,”

“Nete, oh fuck,” You cry, cumming hard around his cock. A broken sob falls from your lips, face leaning forward. Before you even have a moment to think of it, your teeth sink deep into his shoulder, your mating bite. Neteyam shudders as you mark him, hips continuing as he fucks you through your orgasm, soon spilling into you.

“Fuck, fuck yawne, good girl,” Neteyam groans, letting go of one of your legs and holding your head. He doesn’t pull you away, but relieves the strain on your neck as you bite into him. His hips slow, every now and then thrusting into you as he fucks his cum deeper into your pussy.

You release your hold, pulling your fangs out of his skin. Laying back down, there’s blood and drool on your lips, eyes glazed over as you stare up at him. Neteyam lazily thrusts once or twice more, overstimulation kicking in before he’s slowly pulling out. “Paskalin, you okay?” He mumbles gently, carefully moving your legs to a more comfortable position. Kissing your forehead, you begin to come back, more aware of his words. “You did so well,”

“Neteyam, I see you,” You can’t help but smile at him. Your heart is so full, so fond, as your eyes water. “I love you,” It’s more human, Neteyam isn’t entirely familiar with it.

“I love you too,” Regardless, he doesn’t miss a beat, “I see you.” Neteyam nuzzles his face into you, arms wrapping around your back as he lays down, pulling you close. “We are mated for life, I am with you now.”

little extra lol

A couple of days have passed since then, and Neteyam has never felt so secure and confident in his life. His father was a bit upset he didn’t get the run down before like his mother did, but nothing serious. Kiri and Lo’ak saw it coming, and Tuk? She’s just as excited as Neteyam. You’ve started your official Tsahìk training now, alongside copious amounts of support from the Sully family.

While he is your #1 supporter, he can’t help but feel annoyed that he’s barely seen you the last couple of days. His mate, and they only meet after sunset for rest. He hasn’t even seen your little human body in days, always falling asleep with your Avatar and your human form staying at the lab (It’s easier, you start training extremely early in the morning.)

He almost cries from relief when you wake him, small human body basically sitting on his chest. “Nete, I have a day off,” You grin, still shaking him slightly. The excitement quickly shoots south, but in a surprising way. He can feel your heartbeat, it’s as if you were back to the night you had officially become one. But you were human.

“Y/n?” He mumbles, thinking he’s still half asleep. As he sits up and becomes more aware, he’s not imagining it. “I see you,”

“I see you-“

“No, I see you.” He mumbles, placing his hand over his heart. “Like we’re connected, I can feel your heartbeat right now…” Neteyam thinks hard, and he thinks hard for hot minute, “Like, our tsaheylu works even in your human body, I feel you, sense you,”

Neteyam’s mind runs fuzzy at the realization, big head falling into the crook of your neck and taking a deep, long inhale of your scent. He's suddenly way too aware of you sitting in his lap, small frame draped over his much, much larger one. “Y/n,” He groans, deep as his arms wrap around you, caging you in. His hands knead at your soft flesh, well-fed, healthy, fertile. His mind absolutely reels at the thought, the embodiment of fertility.

“Neteyam, we can’t,” You mumble against his skin, voice close to his ear, goosebumps spreading. He knows why, he does. As his frame easily hides your entire body just with his torso, he knows. He’d break you, truly. “I can link with my-“

“No, no.” He shakes his head, palms groping at the soft meat of your thighs. He doesn’t want your Avatar, he wants you. He feels this body, he’s connected not with your bodies, but with you. The thought sends him.

“Nete, I physically can't,” There’s humor in your words, a slight giggle as you pull away to peer at him. His pupils are giant, mind cloudy as he stares at you. You chuckle, hands pulling at your mask. With one deep breath, you pull it off.

“What are you-“ His panicked tone is quickly cut off when your lips press against his, soft and careful. It doesn’t help his situation, lips so unbelievably soft where they’re connected with his own. His mind melts, eagerly kissing you back as if he was starved from it. He whines, a genuine sound, when you pull back, yanking your mask on quickly.

“You worry a lot,”

“I worry for you,” Neteyam rolls his eyes. Maybe if he ignores you, and his unbelievable attraction for you, the tightness in his cloth will go away. It's all wishful thinking, impossible thinking, given how you’re currently straddling his thighs. “You have to give me a bit to calm down, yawne. I can't do it with you sitting like this,” He whines, growing uncomfortable with each passing second.

“Why can’t I help you?” You whine, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, a small pout on your face.

“Because I’m scared I will lose it and hurt you,”

“You’d never hurt me, Nete,” It’s a genuine statement, both of you know it. “Not in a way I didn’t want, anyway,”

“Yawne,” He groans, “Not helping.”

“C’mon, let’s go find somewhere private.” You almost have it in you to laugh at him when you climb off his lap, a genuine crazed look in his eyes.

“Do you not feel it in this body?” Neteyam asks as he runs after you, picking you up to more easily scale home tree. You think for a couple of moments, shrugging.

“I think I feel it all the time, I thought it was normal,” You answer him honestly, arms and legs wrapped around his body as he climbs and runs. His ikran meets him hastily, and he’s taking off before he even asks you if you’d like to sit on the saddle instead.

“Maybe I couldn’t tell because I haven't seen you in this body in awhile,” He concludes as he lands, hoping down with you still death gripped to his back. “Been killing me, Y/n. It’s like torture, being away from you for so long,” He whines, immediately turning to wrap you in his hold when your feet touch the soft grass. He kneels carefully, more level with you as he continues the dramatics. “Missed your little human body tripping over sticks,” He teases, knowing the sticks are logs for you. His head finds itself against your chest, listening to the way your heart beats.

“Oh the drama,” You laugh, making yourself comfortable when you sit down. “Can't kiss you in this body, it’s unfair,” You complain as you lay down, knowing Neteyam is soon to find his place in between your thighs. It takes almost no time, legs widening to accommodate the large Na’vi.

“We can work out a system,” He really wants to kiss you, “Deep breath,” He barely lets you finish before he pulls the mask off, immediately slamming his lips against your own. He’s desperate and needy, the feeling only multiplying as you’re finally close. He can feel the heat in between your legs, making him lose his judgment. He kisses you as if his life depends on it for a bit, before his care for your well-being overrides his thoughts and he’s placing the mask back on. “Fuck, just missed you so much,” He grins, trailing down to your chest as he kisses along your sensitive and thin skin. It’s like torture when he trails down, his mind melting as his fingers trail over the edge of your own beaded cloth.

“It’s okay Nete,” You’re quick to reassure, watching as he immediately takes the go ahead and unties it. Wasting no time at all, he genuinely wastes no time as his head immediately buries in between your legs. “NETEYAM, FUCK!” You yelp, his giant head occupying all of the space. He's starved, so starved, and he eats to reflect that. You’re cumming once then again, then again, and then-

“One more for me paskalin, just too good, tastes too good, it’ll be the last one,”

Once his face finds its way out, he’s absolutely covered in your arousal and cum. His fingers find his own cloth, an idea popping in his head, “Do you trust me, love?”

“Of course,” He grins softly, allowing himself to finally be free of his constraint. He moans softly at that alone, so turned on, so drunk on you that his mind is definitely not working to its full capacitors. He whines loud as he slides in between your legs, big, angry cock easily slipping through your wet folds. You whimper as his tip brushes your sensitive clit, continuing to push past it until your hips are flush together. He moans, loud, when he looks down, angry cock just barely nudging at your breasts.

“I'd break you, yawne,” He growls softly, sliding his hips back before snapping them forward, “I'd break this little body,” He lets out more of a whine when you squeeze your thighs together, giving him more friction, more touch. “But oh, you’d be so full, stuffed full of my cock,” He groans, shuddering slightly on top of you.

“I know, Nete,” You whimper back softly, losing your mind as he fucks himself against your pussy, shuttering each time he slips into where your thighs squeeze. He genuinely would, likely fuck up your lungs and all vital organs in the process.

You’re absolutely soaked from his touch, providing more than enough lubrication for him as he easily slides between your lips, constantly hitting your clit right where you need it. It’s obscene, the sounds it’s making, you would think he’s fucking into you. “Nete,” You whimper, hands pulling at his arms to try and get him closer. He obliges happily, leaning forward to press himself against

you. He whines loudly, cock in between either of your bodies. “Love you,”

“Love you too, paskalin,” He smiles softly, kissing the top of your head, “I’m gonna cum for you, hm?” He smiles, watching your face as you eagerly nod. “Deep breath for me, pretty girl,” He grins hard, a giant smile on his face as you follow his instructions. He carefully pulls your mask off, wasting no time in slamming his lips onto yours. He devours your whines, whimpers, and moans, greedily taking them as his hips continue to pump against you. He kisses you until he cums, getting lost in the feel of your lips against his. You whimper as you feel him moan into your mouth, hands beginning to press against his biceps.

“My mate,” You whimper, reaching for his hand that still holds your mask. He quickly gets the message, placing it back onto your face.

“Yawne, my girl,” He sighs softly, hips still grinding against yours as he rides out his high with you. “Need you to cum again,” He mumbles against your lips, knowing you weren’t able to cum with him. “Just one more, one more. This will be the last, I promise love,” He almost babbles against your skin, kissing it.

“I can't, Neteyam,” You whine as his hands trail in between your legs, gently spreading your thighs to allow for more access. Your thighs are no match for his strength, whimpering gently when his fingers ghost across your clit.

“You can, yawne, for me, please?” He grins softly, a bit of a smirk spreading across his face. The smile never leaves his face as your hands grip hard at his wrists, discoloring his skin from the pressure. Neteyam is obsessed with the way your skin flushes for him, puffy swollen lips parting as he fingers slide in between them. He could watch it for hours, sit here and please you for hours if you’d let him.

A moan rips past your lips when two of his digits slip into your heat, filled to the brim from just his fingers. Your nails dig into his skin, clenching down around him almost impossibly tight. His eyes are narrowed in, mesmerized as his fingers disappear into you. Neteyam curls his fingers just right, an even louder moan. Your hips jerk hard, legs lifting and wrapping around his arms. “Feels too good,” You whine, thighs locking around him.

“Cum for me, Y/n,” He groans, prying your legs apart and replacing it with his head. The pleasure is still too much, legs wrapping around his head as his mouth and fingers never cease for a second.

“Gonna cum for you, gonna cum hard,” You groan, flexing slightly as you grind against his face. Your orgasm blinds you when it washes over you, legs shaking, chest rising and falling rapidly, stomach clenching hard as you rise up. You cum hard, squirting as Neteyam’s fingers still curl and grind into your soft walls. Neteyam has a crazed look on his face, eyes wide as he stares up at you. He's covered in your cum and arousal, just like you're covered in his currently.

“Y/n,”

“Neteyam I’m sorry I’ve never done-“

“Do it again,”

“No, please, Nete,” You whimper loudly, as his fingers curl just right, pleasure washing over you just right. It takes the last bit of your energy, cumming all over his arm in waves as you shake in his hold. Your hands immediately pull his face out from your thighs as you calm him down. He slowly relents, gentle as he removes himself from you.

“Thank you, my mate,” He smiles, “Love you so much,”

“Love you too,”

“Come, let’s go clean up,” He’s careful as he picks you up, leaving your items where they lay. He carefully makes his way over to the river, slowly stepping in as you hold onto his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. A giant smile spreads across your face as he lowers the both of you in, water up to your necks now.

“I'm sorry I’ve been so busy recently, Neteyam,” You smile, pushing back some braids that have fallen from his efforts. “Trying hard to get everything quickly,” You grin, hand softly holding his cheek in your hold, “So I can be a good Tsahìk for the people, for you,”

“I know you will,” He speaks softly, allowing his head to fall forward, pressing his forehead against yours, “I understand, I just miss you,” He instinctively curls into your touch where it rests on his cheek.

“I miss you too, your grandmother asks me about you sometimes. She told me Eywa sees us,”

“Oh, is that so?” He entertains you, smiling when he pulls back. He's standing, but you’re solely relying on him to not have to tread the water and use up what little energy you have left. “What does she wanna know?”

“Eh, you know. The basic grandma stuff, if you’re eating well, staying safe,” You smile, cupping some of the water and dragging it along his face. You clean him up, leaning back in his embrace when you’re satisfied with the job. His arms hold you, hands splayed across your back. “If you’re happy these days.”

“Of course I am, yawne, I have you,” His voice is sincere and gentle as he pulls you close, tucking your head into his shoulder as he holds the base of your neck. “All I need.”

@rainbowsocks @nerys-nerie bc you guys commented on the other post, luv uuuu

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lunar-eclipse-literature · 8 months

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Could I ask for headcanons of all 9 mercs finding their S/O outside of the battlefield injured? If you don't want to do all of them, just pick your favs :D

ALL MERCS x READER

SCOUT

He was running around the outskirts of the battlefield looking for a good flank route when he saw you.

Dude he was TERRIFIED? His heart practically sank when he saw it.

As used to blood and gore he was, the fear lied mainly in the fact that you were off the battlements. You can't respawn out here.

He INSTANTLY scoops you up and calls for Medic until his lungs go out.

Yeah, yeah, Medic Ignores Scout joke here, but seriously though. Scout would NOT let Medic ignore him in this situation. The man would kick Medic in the dick to get his attention onto the situation.

Once you're okay and the battle's over, he's absolutely clung to you for the rest of the night.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, damnit. I'm not losin' you to those Blue scumbags."

SOLDIER

He doesn't let much scare him, but damnit, this caught him off guard.

He has to knock his helmet up to make sure he's seeing this right

But hearing your voice weakly call out to him, it made him freak out INSTANTLY

"Hey hey! Don't you DARE die on me, Y/N! We don't do that around here!"

He tries to keep acting serious, and you'd believe it if you didn't see the tears welling under his helmet as he carries you.

He carries you straight to the Medic, screaming bloody murder the whole time.

"LISTEN UP, NURSE! WE'VE GOT WOUNDED, SO MOVE YOUR ASS AND-"

"I know, herr soldier, I'm dealing with it now!"

"Oh."

He gets so scared for you that it completely tunnel visions him. He might even go down himself trying to get you back to base, but at least you'll respawn now...

PYRO

At first it doesn't click for him. Pyrovision's a bitch, you know! It's hard for him to focus on the real world sometimes...

Once she hears you crying, and begging for her though... She wakes right up.

Oh god oh god oh god. No, not this, not now.

Pyro's an emotional person. They immediately freak out, drop their flamethrower, and rush to your side.

They try to reassure you that you'll be okay, but it all gets muffled out. Regardless, he scoops you right up and brings you to the edge of the battlefield where you'll be able to respawn.

Once you're there though, he just holds onto you. He clings tightly to you and refuses to let go.

This time Medic has to find you. Pyro's too caught up in keeping you away from any potential further harm that he was scared of calling for Medic, thinking an enemy might show up and finish the job.

Once you're healed though, you gotta reassure him a shitton. He's hiding out in base with you for a while.

"Please, don't leave me..." Now if only you could hear those words...

DEMOMAN

This man is definitely drunk when this happens. He's stumbling around when he catches sight of you.

His brain is fogged by the alcohol, but he knows what a dying person looks like, and he DEFINITELY knows what you look like.

"Ohhh sshhhit-!" He slurs, stumbling to your side and running a stressed hand into his hair.

As you reach out for him to beg he stays with you, he takes your hand and wraps his other arm around you.

He's not letting you die out here damnit.

He stumbles and trips over himself a lot, but he stays damn upright the whole time as to not drop you and bring you back to base.

Once you're in the safety of the base, he calls for Medic to come help you out.

And once you're healed, he takes your hand.

"We can head back out whene'er yer ready... 'ntil then, I gotcha."

HEAVY

BIG PROTECTIVE RUSSIAN MAN.

He sees you and instantly freaks out. Luckily Medic's been pocketing him so he's there too to help you!

"Doktor! Stop healing Heavy, heal Y/N now!" He commands as his arms wrap around you to hold you comfortingly until you're feeling better.

Those big bear paws are so gentle with you, able to hold the weight of your limp body without issue. He places gentle kisses on your head as the medigun seals your wounds.

"Y/N will be okay... Heavy is here." He whispers to you as you finally come to enough to be able to support your own weight.

You bring your hand up to his face, a silent gesture to show you're alright and you appreciate him, and he smiles.

"Y/N does not have to return to battle if they do not want to. Heavy must keep fighting though."

He carries you all the way back to base, and does have to leave, but once the battle ends he's right by your side holding onto you.

ENGINEER

Oh boy does he panic!

"Doll! Sugar, speak to me!" He rushes to your side and quickly drops a dispenser down. He doesn't bother to help it build itself, though. He's focused on you.

The second he's assured you're alive and conscious, he's instantly at it with questions.

"What happened? Who hurt you? How'd you get out here!?"

It's all too fuzzy, all you know is that a member of the Blu team attacked you, and you crawled to safety. You have no idea where you are..

"We're outside the respawn range, hun. You could'a-.. If I hadn't found you, you'd have-"

You have to cut him off from continuing to panic.

"Hey.. It's.. It's okay. You found me. I'm.. Gonna be okay.."

Finally that damn dispenser is up, and that healing beam thing is an instant relief.

You guys sit out of bounds for a while. You're regaining the energy to return the battlefield, and he's recovering from that goddamned heart attack.

MEDIC

He doesn't even touch the Medigun.

When he finds you, he has the temptation to insta heal you, but he's kinda weird. And crazy. He much prefers the intimacy of patching you up manually first.

He whispers reassurances and praise as he cleans and bandages your wounds.

He asks who did this to you with the hidden rage of a man who will massacre the enemy team later.

When all is said and done, and you're patched up, he gives you a huff of the medigun beam to begin the healing process and kill the pain faster.

"Oh, liebling.. I'm so sorry I wasn't with you... I'm so glad I found you..."

For the rest of the battle, you're pocketed. He's at your side constantly healing you up, only stopping to give the others pick-me-ups.

You're his top priority for the next month AT LEAST, though.

SNIPER

Well, he WAS looking for a sneaky sniping point... Seems the universe had other plans though...

When he found you, his heart sank. He slowly approached, nervous that this could be some kind of spy trick.. But no. Seeing the look in your eyes makes it painfully obvious.

He sits by you and helps you sit up. He assesses your wounds and starts patching them up as much as he can.

Once he's done, he helps you to your feet and takes you to his sniping post, and points to the crowd of people below.

"Who did this to ya, Y/N?" He asks, and you instantly know what he plans to do.

You answer his question though, it's gonna bother him for a long time if you don't.

He looks through his scope, and with a single pull of the trigger he's killed the person who left you there.

"There. Job's done. Let's get ya to the doc, kay?" He said completely bluntly.

He's mad about the whole thing for the rest of the day, but he softens up once you're in bed together and he can just hold you and see for himself that it's okay now.

SPY

Oh. Hell. No.

He's instantly pissed beyond comprehension. NOBODY does this to the love of his life and gets away with it.

In the moment though, he's the sweetest you'd ever seen him be.

He gently patches you up, he covers you in soft kisses and he's so gentle with you, you wondered how this is even the same man worthy of brutal kills on the battlefield.

He sweet-talks you in french the whole time. You don't understand a word of it, but it's all so gentle-sounding. Little do you know he's talking about how he's going to destroy whoever did this to you.

He finally does ask you, though. "Who left you like this, mon amour?"

"I.. Can't remember well. I think it was their soldier.."

"Leave the rest to me, chéri."

Using his cloak watch, he slowly sneaks you back to the base, and cleans you up the rest of the way at the restock cabinet, and just as quickly as he brought you there, he's gone.

That night, he tells you that he made sure that soldier was given direct hell for what he did to you.

#tf2 #scout tf2 #soldier tf2 #pyro tf2 #demoman tf2 #heavy tf2 #engineer tf2 #medic tf2 #sniper tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 headcanons #headcanons #x reader

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heyhilana · 7 months

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Let Me Please You (Din Djarin)

Summary: A couple of weeks after your night with Din, you're feeling a little needy as you want to see if he's willing to have another lesson with you. But a confession leads to more tangling in the sheets and a new label to your partnership that you didn't see coming.

A/N: Hi! This is part two of Take it Slow since I loved how that turned out, and I couldn't leave it alone. I had fun writing this since this is a new take on Din as I've always envisioned him to be more dominant, and this is a take on a submissive din without it going too far for his first time. But nevertheless, this has been super fun to work on, and I hope you enjoy 💙

Pairing: helmetless!Din x !f reader (Reader is a little dominant but not overbearing).

Warnings: Choking, oral (f receiving), reader and Din switch here and there, Din also bares it all since he's in love so we get helmetless Din <3! but all in all, Din is in for the ride of his life and these lovebirds get their shit together LMAO

Word Count: 3.8K (look so much shorter omg)

Part one | Masterlist

“Din, where’s my datapad?” You were trying to do a quick inventory before you took off from Navarro, knowing that the next bounty was attempting to flee as fast as possible, as everyone wanted a piece of the high number of credits at stake.

“The last I saw it, it was in your cot.” Din called out as he was polishing his blaster, sitting on one of the boxes with his legs spread apart. You took a deep breath, seeing that same position that he was in back when you were visiting Boba and Fennec and when things in your arrangement together took a turn.

Although it had been two weeks, three days, and two hours since that passed, not that you were tracking it, of course, you weren’t sure what you guys were doing. Din cuddled with you that night before he turned over to sleep. He was sweet and even more attentive to you these past few days, striking up conversations that would usually fall on deaf ears as he was so focused on the job. But there was never a point where you guys brought that up. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. Hell, it was all that crossed your mind hourly because you wanted to know if there would be more or if this would be a thing of the past. But you didn’t want to share your curious thoughts if things would go awry, that maybe it would be too much to say, and he was not ready to talk about it. So you opted to avert your eyes and go to your cot, seeing that the datapad was where he said it was.

“It was here, Din. Thank you.” You were logging your credentials in and walking back over to the storage area to continue your inventory.

“Anytime, cyari'ka.” That low voice coming from the modulator made your knees buckle slightly. You hadn’t heard that since that night, and hearing it in passing talks would surely make your brain mush. You tapped away with logging the numbers in, noting that when you arrived at your destination, you would have to get more supplies after the bounty was caught. Din finished polishing his blaster and got up to walk over to you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” His voice rang through your ears, a slight lump in your throat growing as he stood over you, his stature giving you reason to lust over him.

“About that night?” You put the datapad down, giving him your full attention.

“Yes. I enjoyed it, but-“ You shushed Din before he could continue, letting your fears get the best of you.

“We can put it in the past if you want. It won’t interfere with our partnership and we can go back to the way we were.” You were firm, but the waver in your voice at the end was undeniable.

“No, that’s not what I want. I enjoy��this,” Din used his hand to gesture between himself and you. “I enjoy talking to you, spending time, getting to know you better. I don’t want to lose that. A-And I want to do it again. It’s been all I’ve been able to focus on since it happened, but only if you’re willing. I can put this in the past if you want to.” There was something about how his head bowed down to you, a simple gesture yet igniting a flame that had been burning in the pit of your stomach since that night. That flame gave you the courage to grab his hands and lead you to your cot, your core beginning to ache with desire.

“I’ve been wanting to do that again with you since it ended the first time, but I wanted it to be on your time.” You let go of his hands and sat down on the cot, moving back so that you could give him some room.

“Please. I need that…I need you.” He paused for a minute, the little confession sitting on the tip of his tongue, and once it was out in the air, your eyes widened. The man of few words expressed his need, his need of you, when before you never believed this would happen. But when you finally processed it and saw that he was getting into the cot with you, you began to spread your legs, moving his way up so that he was face to face with you, the t-visor giving you a slight glimmer of his cedar eyes that you enjoyed having on you.

“Such a good boy. Do you want to turn off the lights?” You were removing his armor as he had taught you how to do if he was injured, just getting the shoulder pads off as his hands moved up to his helmet.

“No. I want you to watch me and I need to watch you.” He was feverish now, the hiss from him taking off his helmet sending shivers down to your core. And once he was all in your gaze, tousled hair, pleading eyes, the way his plump lips were so close to yours now, and most of all, the way his hands were trailing down to take off the rest of his armor, meaning that you could touch, graze, learn all the pressure points that could make him a whimpering mess for you, you were a goner.

“You want to be praised then, don’t you?” Your voice was dropping to one that commanded more attention as you unbuttoned your shirt, the exposed skin making his breath hitch as he pulled off his chest plate. “You need to be told how much of a good boy you are, how you can make me cum so long as you don’t stop. It’s one thing to get praised out there, but here, I think that’s how I’ll get to you.” You pulled off your shirt and threw it outside the cot just as he carefully placed his armor outside.

“What are you doing to me?” He reached his way back to you, lips gently grazing yours. You didn’t say anything, just kissing him finally, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him close. He moaned into the kiss, his hands going around your waist to draw you in. You were biting his lip, and his hands went up your back to unclasp your upper garment. He successfully unclasped it, and you pulled away from him to free your arms from the garment, much to his adoration as he was eyeing you. You began kissing again as the garment was discarded somewhere else, and he started pulling at your pants.

“Need these off you,” Din mumbled against your lips. You lifted your hips for him to take them off you, and by his haste and roughness with taking off both your pants and undergarments, you knew Din was no longer nervous about doing this with you.

Din knew he didn’t want to relinquish his desire for you. Inexperienced or not, once was not enough with you. There had to be more, as his hand was insufficient in quelling his newfound thoughts of you after the night you shared. When he would rub his thumb over the tip, he would think about how it would feel to swipe your tongue around it. The tight fist he would make would send his mind into a frenzy about how tight you had to be, a perfect fit. How he would explode on his lower belly would not be enough as he wanted to line your walls with his thick ropes of cum. Din needed you to replace his hand with your hand, mouth, and dripping pussy. He needed to find himself buried deep into your core while you milked him dry. Nothing would satisfy his hunger for you until he had you exactly where you were right now.

The cold air from the ship hit your core, but you fought against the urge to close up by spreading your legs apart. You were bare before him, and Din took his pants and undergarments off just as fast as he took off yours, earning a smile from you as you enjoyed seeing how turned on he was.

“There’s no rush. I’m all yours.” You reminded him, yet your stomach sank when you realized what you said at the end. You worried it was too much, too forward for only the second time you shared with him. But it didn’t faze Din at all. Instead, he kissed you again with more passion, shushing all your worries in a mere moment. Din moved away from your lips to your jaw, kissing your line until he reached the juncture of your jaw and neck, kissing down from there until he elicited a sharp gasp from you.

“Seems like I found your sweet spot.” He teased before sucking on your sweet spot.

“Shut up.” You moved your hands up to his hair, tugging at the loose curls at the nape of his neck. He bit your neck in response, which was a new sensation as you didn’t think a love bite would feel good.

Din lifted his head to look at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It was new, but I liked it a lot, actually.” You admitted bashfully.

“Yeah? So I can kiss, suck, and bite all over your body then?” He asked, lowering his head again to kiss your collarbone.

“Yes,” You breathed out.

“Because you’re all mine.”

Din was not possessive with anything or anyone in the past, but knowing that he could mark you because it made you feel good turned him on more than he could admit to himself or you. It was a primal instinct that was not unlocked until you came along, finding himself longing to be around you as much as possible, to tangle himself in the cot with you. His mind was wired onto you, allowing himself to explore with you when he wouldn’t dare think about doing this with you before that night. But now, his cock was dripping with precum as he saw how pretty your skin looked with hickeys and love bites, the way your nipples were prominent, your stretch marks and scars that told stories that made you who you are, your hips dips and thighs that he wanted to touch, and, most importantly, your sweet core that was between your thighs that Din would not be able to get enough of once he was inside you.

You parted your thighs for him to see your core, and Din’s eyes darkened when he saw what all his kissing, licking, and biting did to you. Your folds glistened with how wet you were, prompting Din to take a finger and slip it between them, gathering as much as he could of your wetness. You rolled your hips when his fingertip brushed against your clit, making you throb when he took his finger to his lips to taste you. You could see how your wetness coated the top of his finger, reminiscent of how your fingers looked when you thought of him.

“I love the way you taste.” He said as he pulled his finger away from his lips and put it between your folds again. You moved your hand down to glide his finger up to your clit, moving it to rub circles on your spot. He watched, seeing what you wanted from him before taking over, allowing you to melt into his touch.

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Your head moved back onto the cot as Din rubbed your clit faster.

“You’re so wet, cyar'ika. Gar're bid mesh'la guuror ibic.” Din muttered the last part to himself as he did think you were beautiful like this and in every way he saw you. A man with few words yet stayed keen on observing the world around him, you encompassed all his thoughts. From how you fought valiantly in battle, your relaxed state on the ship, to how you laid before him, his observations of you led to where you two were now, with Din wanting to observe, learn, care, and tend to you as he was now.

“D-Din, I need you to try something.” You moved your head up to look at him.

“What is it?”

“I want you to watch me finger myself and then finger me.”

Din nodded, and you laid your head back down, one hand moving south to your folds and your other hand moving north to touch your breast. You dipped your fingers between your folds and teased your hole, gathering your slick to push in comfortably. You could feel his eyes on you, and Din stripped as bare as you were as the clothes made him too hot. Once bare, he instinctively grabbed his dick to stroke while he watched you. You pushed your fingers in, inhaling a sharp breath while Din spat on the tip of his dick. As he rubbed the tip to tease himself, you pumped your fingers in and out, curling just enough to hit your sweet spot and letting out a moan deep in your belly.

“Feels good, mesh’la? Feels good to touch yourself and have me watch, knowing that I’m stroking to you.” Din leaned back, stroking faster, squeezing the tip to make him hiss while he thought about how you would squeeze around him.

“Yes, it does! I need you to do this to me, please.” You couldn’t help but switch between wanting to dominate him and submit to him, knowing that once he learned your body, it would be nothing short of you being a mess for him, but it also turned you on to know that you could take control and make him beg for you.

“Let me, baby. Please let me do it.”

And there it was. The begging. Begging to touch you, feel you, submit to you. Din unlocked your deepest desires that you didn’t want to admit yourself, but they came out in the forefront when you heard the slightest whimper or begging from him. It was impossible to ignore, and your need to lean into it beginning to grow stronger.

“You wanna replace my fingers with yours? Think you can make me cum from fingering me now?” You teased, pulling your fingers out to bring them to your lips.

“I know I will.” Din’s confidence was growing, but you knew you had him right where you wanted him when you sucked on your soaked fingers, twirling your tongue around them to tease him. Din groaned, desperately wanting to know what it felt like to have your lips and tongue around the tip, shaft, and base. Those thoughts forced him to stop stroking as he almost came just as you pulled your fingers out.

“Since you’re so sure of it,” You began, watching him lean down to put his face between your legs, two fingers pressed against your hole. “Make me cum right now.”

Din didn’t waste any time after you said those words, pushing his fingers in and licking a strip up the slit. By the first taste, he was hooked, gathering as much as he could of your wetness because you were sweet on his tongue. He got lost in your taste as he pumped his fingers slowly, feeling how his fingers were stretching you out. It felt amazing, but your hand gripped his hair to tug, gathering his attention.

“I need you to suck on my clit, baby.” You asked.

Din was quick to do so, and in turn, you rolled your hips as it sent sensations all through your body. Din never pulled away the more you fucked his face, letting his scuff get drenched because he wanted the constant reminder of what you both shared on his face, lips, hands and all over his throbbing cock.

But he couldn’t help but tease you for what you said earlier, prompting him to lift his head for a moment. “Still don’t think I can make you cum?”

“N-no, I know you can.” You admitted, and that was all he needed to give you his all, to show you that he would stop at nothing to make you cum harder than before, repeatedly so. Din hummed as he knew he was proving himself to you, but he didn’t realize how much that would affect you when your legs began to shake. The fingering, sucking, licking, and now humming proved to be an insurmountable pleasure that left you teetering over the edge.

“D-Din, I’m really close.” You eked out, and before he could respond, you were coming undone before him. It was all too fast, surprising you yet bringing you eternal bliss as he fingered you through it. Din loved how your walls fluttered around him as if you were trying to keep them inside you so you could stay so full. And full you felt along with the way you felt you were floating on air, letting you stall your movements as you came down slowly.

Din waited until your breathing wasn’t as labored to pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to taste. He sucked them clean, savoring everything as your cum was just as good as your wetness, if not better. But in Din’s mind, everything seemed to be better than the last as he explored more with you.

“You came back down to Navarro?” Din joked, and you sat up to playfully swat his hand.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna let me live that down?”

“Never.” Din replied, the smirk planted on his face making you shake your head.

“I’ll accept that, but I’ll give you something else that I can use against you.” You responded, and Din tilted his head.

“Like what?” He asked, and if there was ever a moment where curiosity killed the cat, it was now, as he had no clue what was in store for him.

“I’ll show you if you swap positions with me.” Your smile screamed innocence, but Din could see the playful aura in your eyes that let him know that whatever you had planned was beyond his imagination.

“And to think I thought you were as innocent as I was.” Din admitted while switching positions with you.

“Well you’re not so innocent as you claim to be, and I never said I didn’t have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You countered, and Din had nothing more to say once you straddled him, the feeling of his cock slipping in between your folds taking up all his thoughts.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You teased, rolling your hips on his cock to make him suck in a breath.

“Should’ve known you would’ve teased me again.” Din was tensing up, not wanting to cum just from you rolling your hips.

You leaned down, your face hovering over this. “Oh, this is just the beginning.”

You leaned back up to grab his cock, positioning it right at your hole before sinking down slowly, taking your sweet time in feeling every vein, curve, and stretch that proved to be beyond your fantasies.

“Mesh’la, you feel perfect.” Din’s eyes were screwed shut, trying to hold it together until he felt himself bottom out inside you.

“You feel so much better, I promise.” You rose up again just as slowly before coming down a little faster. It was hard to not go fast right away, wanting to give him time to adjust to this new feeling without pushing him, but so far. But he proved you wrong when his hands snaked up to your hips, wanting you to move up and down faster than before.

“Please, give me more. Ni copad an be gar.”

You placed your hands on his chest, getting enough stability to start bouncing up and down on his cock faster, finally giving in to both of your desires. The curve of his cock was perfect against the way you rolled your hips every now and then, igniting newfound pleasure that prompted him to thrust up into you.

“Mhm, you’re so needy. So needy for me, and I love t-that.”

You caught yourself. That damned phrase almost slipped from your lips if you didn’t recognize what you were doing. But thankfully, Din didn’t seem to notice that, with his eyes finally opened and more focused on how your breasts bounced with each thrust.

“I need every inch of you.”

Despite the pleasure coursing through him, his seriousness was undeniable, unmistakable. It allowed you the blissful ignorance to disregard your almost slip-up. It gave you the freedom to let your deepest desires unfold right before his eyes as your hand went right for his neck, squeezing gently as you sunk down onto him again.

“Is this what you wanted? You want me to ride you and take complete control over you?” You cooed, and seeing how his eyes rolled back made you move your hips.

“Y-yes, cyar'ika, yes.” His voice quivered, drifting into whimpering territory.

“Was that a whimper?” You teased.

“N-No.” Din lied.

“Oh, that definitely was, and the one before that was one too. Which means that you’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” You tilted your head, and Din knew he couldn’t run from his impending orgasm for much more. But Din couldn’t speak as his sounds were whimpers and grunts as he lost control the more you rode him.

“That’s not good enough, baby. Answer me.” You squeezed again along with fluttering around his cock, the mix of pleasure making his thrusts less precise.

“Y-yes, I’m close.” Din answered. You moved your hand away from his throat to keep your balance.

“Good boy,” You leaned down to kiss him briefly before lifting up to go near his ear. “Now cum inside me, Din. Show me how badly you want to make me yours.”

Din thrusted one last time before he came. His grip on your hips became a vice, wanting every single drop to spill inside you. And while you wouldn’t say it out loud, you were irrevocably his long before today. The slow burn inside you burned for days, weeks, and months, even before that fruitful night and this night now. It stoked into an untamable flame for that night before suffusing into a wildfire, where you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be.

And while this was risky, with all your calculations of this uncharted area between you two being unable to decide if this was worth it to nurture and explore, there was a moment shared between you two when you lifted your head. Your head rested on his, noses touching, labored breathing, skin to skin, and there was nothing more that you wanted than to have this. It felt perfect, feeling like home.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

Din broke the silence with a phrase that, although you couldn’t understand, you knew what he meant. It transcended the language barrier; you knew why he said it in Mando’a. It felt personal, real. You felt the courage rise in you as baring your heart on your sleeve didn’t seem as fearful as before.

“I love you too.”

Translations

Cyar'ika - Darling, sweetheart

Mesh’la - Beautiful

Gar're bid mesh'la guuror ibic - You’re so pretty like this

Ni copad an be gar - I want all of you

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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Rescue Mission (Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader)

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word count: 6.1k...i can't write a 3k essay but I can do this

warnings: 18+ mild smut, fluff, a lot of violence, self-doubt, graphic stuff etc. (forgive me if I've forgotten anything)

a/n: Wow am I entering my writing era again? I haven't written any sort of fanfic since I was like in my early teens, and I'm sure you can imagine how bad it was then, so I'd like to think this is better, but that's up to y'all to dictate. I do hope you all enjoy it, and as much as I desperately wanted to write for Ghost (which maybe I will in the future) I wanted to do something for Soap, he deserves love too, and there's not enough.

I don't know if I'll make this a part 2, if enough of you want it then I'll see what I can do - I also don't know how much more I'll write - knowing me it'll be like once in a blue moon lol

Anyway, I've spent my time writing this instead of completing uni work, which I desperately need to finish, but anything to procrastinate. I'd really appreciate any and all feedback, so please let me know if I can improve and if y'all wanna see anything specific in the future.

(I've gone over and edited it, so hopefully there's no mistakes)

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With an intruding knock on your door followed by Ghost’s command of “Smoke get your ass up, Price wants you in his office in 10.” You were left to get ready in a rush with no negotiations.

Walking into the bathroom all you can focus on is the redness around your eyes followed by some bags to bring the look together, and the faded scar under your left eye as a reminder of past fights. You find yourself rarely getting any sleep these days - between random calls for missions and the ongoing night terrors, there’s little to no time for rest. You tend to wonder how much longer your body will be able to handle before it gives into exhaustion and you hit the ground - probably with Ghost at your heels telling you to get the fuck up before he drags you up himself. It really wouldn’t be a surprise if he did that to you, you thought to yourself with a small smirk gracing your face.

With several minutes to spare you throw some water on your face, flinching at the temperature - not quite awake enough to readily process things - patting your face dry and smoking your eyes out with some black paint you're closer to being ready to leave. You find yourself thinking back on a memory where Lt argued you had stolen his look of the blacked-out eyes and anonymity, but you begged to differ, plus you teased you looked better than the big man anyway, which had made him quietly huff.

Finishing up in the bathroom you slipped the plain black balaclava over your head, weary of the healing cut that laid as a reminder of the last mission on your cheek. In some fresh undergarments and black uniform you find yourself robotically walking out the room and down the hall to Price - there’s little thought in your actions anymore, everything’s just an automatic response, and there’s no need to think.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Captain.”

“Come in Smoke.” Price said with a gruffness to his tone - he's not quite a morning person himself despite how long he'd been in the military.

Walking into the room, there’s a thick layer of tension that feels suffocating - your not sure what he’s going to ask of you, but you're on edge, he looks nervous, and Price is never unnecessarily nervous.

“Please sit Smoke.” And he averted his gaze on your eyes to look back down at his desk - it was definitely nerves, he didn't quite have Ghost's staring issues, but he always stared you down when you were walking into the office.

“Yes, Captain.” Without much else to say, you took your place on the dingy chair in front of his desk.

“Did Ghost tell you anything?” He made eye contact then, not averting it like before.

“…no, he didn’t. Just said to meet you in 10.” You felt your brows furrowing slightly at his question - should Ghost have said anything? You would've liked a pre-warning from the guy seeing Price's nerves shining through.

“Well, we’ve got a mission come up for you. It’s solo.” He states staring directly into your eyes, he knew you weren't going to be okay with this arrangement, so why the fuck had he decided on this.

“And you can’t have Ghost complete it?” There was a growing edge of anger to your tone, you didn’t want this, and you were getting progressively defensive.

“He’s aiding Laswell in a separate mission. You can’t hide forever y/n - it’s been a year now, and you’ve had more than enough time only participating in group missions…I wouldn’t make you do this if I doubted you.” There was sincerity in his tone, but you didn't want to believe him, you refused to.

“You didn’t doubt me a year ago and look how that went down, almost got the whole team's data exposed and ended up near enough getting Johnny killed while his ass was dumb enough to accept a rescue mission to save me.” Your hands were starting to shake underneath the table, and you could feel your heart rate starting to beat faster at the memories of Johnny coming to save you. “Look Price I’m not the fucking one, you got enough men on this base better than me and-“

“It’s MacTavish Smoke, and no I don't", you felt your stomach drop and the thoughts started running wild through your head. "Soap lost contact with us 2 days ago and we’ve received intel that a new terrorist organisation in the Middle East have taken him hostage. I’m not going to tell you again Sergeant - your mission is to save Seargent MacTavish and you’ll do it without fail. Do you understand?” He was giving no room for you to back out of this, there was no way to. You couldn't leave Johnny, but you also didn't feel capable after screwing up your last solo mission.

The tension had snapped after his confession, but was replaced with trepidation - it was all up in the air now, but you still felt like you were suffocating. Johnny was supposed to be on an in-and-out mission, nothing too difficult - he was supposed to be done tomorrow, what the fuck had happened?

Swallowing, you asked for the necessary intel, and Price started to brief you on the mission. You were to head to Yemen, following coordinates that Price would send to you once you were in the country. From here you were alone - it was a high-risk operation and they didn't want to risk losing more soldiers than was needed - Price knew you were capable of completing this alone, even if you didn't.

~~~Time skip~~~

Now in the heli you were about an hour away from the house Soap was situated in - you had, had time on the aeroplane to figure out a basic plan and between the anxiety of what Soap was currently enduring and the desperation to succeed you knew what you were going to do.

Price's intel suggsted there were about 50 men minimum around this base at all times - but tonight there was some sort of event, and there were going to be about half that, which made things easier, but you knew it meant they'd be on higher alert; especially when they have a member of the 141. About 5 men would be at the entrance to this home give or take; another few men would be around the back of the house; give or take there would about 6 men patrolling the ground and first floors; then that left probably 3 men with Johnny and some stragglers patrolling the ground of the place, but there was no guarantee this was even close to the layout in reality. What you did know though was that there was a blind spot around the east side of the house where there was a small hatch to the basement of the place - this was your only safe way in and depending on how things went, it'd also be your safe way out.

"Seargent y/l/n, we're here, you ready?" you heard a static voice come through the headset from the pilot.

"As ready as one could be I guess.", you all but muttered into the mic.

And with a count down you were sliding down the rope and landed heavily onto the ground - it was dry land, which meant it'd be easier to cover tracks if necessary, but it also meant there were fewer ways in which you could hide yourself and Soap wouldn't be in the best of conditions for this, assuming he was alive.

Hiking to the house, you were half expecting someone to take you down on the spot with every step you took, but with each step, you got closer to where you had to be, but you still couldn't allow yourself to take a relaxed breath of air.

After about a 40-minute walk, you found yourself on the edge of the compound if you could call it that. You were in the middle of nowhere and already knew you needed to do this quietly - running away was going to be difficult with the sheer amount of open land, but there were a few valleys into the back of the compound, which you were sure you'd be able to escape and camp up in, assuming there were caves within them.

You noticed there were a group of men at the front - maybe about 11..something wasn't right, but you had no clue what was going on yet. There were 2 guys covering the back of the place and no one on the east side - at least it was a blind spot for sure. Without another thought, you went from your prone position to stalking toward the hatch, which would hopefully lead to Soap.

Putting an ear to the small hatch, you listened for what was beneath, and so far there was only silence - hopefully, it stayed that way. With that, you lifted the hatch carefully, making little noise, and peered in, seeing steps leading down - it was dark though - had they been depriving Soap of all his senses hoping he'd go mad enough to confess or something?

Without little insight into what was beneath you, you had no real way to plan how you'd go about this, but what you did know was there were more men outside than you'd planned for, which gave you a little less anxiety. Creeping down the stairs, you turned your night vision on and took a moment to look around. Where the fuck was Johhny? All you could see were damp cobble walls and dirt. Walking to the bottom of the stairs you pulled a suppressed pistol out and a knife and stalked the room looking for another door.

Suddenly a door above you opened - there was another set of stairs and light seeped through before it closed again, welcoming the darkness once again. With the night vision still active you could see one of the men walking down the stairs with what looked like an AK-47 - that made it a lot easier for you to take him out from behind, it would take too long for him to adjust and fire. Watching him reach the bottom of the stairs, you stalked closer to his figure and just before he could flip the switch on the wall, you pulled your knife and plunged it into his neck, covering his mouth and slowly lowering his writhing body to the floor - making sure to make as little noise possible.

Moving the guys body to an empty corner of the room you remained silent and listened for anything else above - no sound. You assumed he was to take watch of Soap - hoping he was behind a door you noticed was under the stairs this guy had come down. There was again no light seeping underneath; either he was elsewhere or they were indeed depriving him of his sense, but you had no idea if there were any men in there. Putting your ear to the door all you could make out were some shallow breaths - it had to Johnny.

Pushing the door forward, you cringed hearing it squeak on his hinges. If someone was in here, then they knew you were too, and with no precautionary thoughts, you walked into the room, scanning it with your gun aimed and knife up.

There he was. You felt tears prick at your eyes, his body had stiffened and his breathing had picked up - Johnny wasn't ever usually this scared, what had they done to him?

Turning to your left you flipped a switch and closed the door behind you, putting a chair underneath in case anyone tried to walk in before you could prepare.

Walking to Johnny you placed a gentle hand pulling up the cloth bag they'd placed over his head - the small flinch hadn't gone unnoticed by your gaze. Letting him adjust to the light, you placed a gentle hand on his jaw, examining the cuts littering his face - you doubt they'd scar, but you were guessing the real pain was done to his body - you could see the crimson that was dried to his clothes - he looked like a mess, you had to get the both of you out of here and straight to a medic, you couldn't bare this for much more.

Of all the years you'd known Johnny, you'd always denied how you felt about him - he was a friend, a coworker, and there was a fine line you refused to cross, you didn't want to lose him nor your team. But seeing him like this, seeing him so broken - noticing his pained stare holding onto your eyes, you knew you couldn't deny what you felt anymore. There was no way you could deny that the pain in your chest wasn't due to the man you refused to accept your feelings for.

"Smoke? That you?" Soap all but managed to mumble out - his eye was bruised up and there was some mild swelling - nothing that concerned you too much, but you could imagine he was having a hard time properly focusing on you.

"Yeah, it's me Johnny. You're alright now, yeah." you said it more to convince yourself than him, but you had to start making moves, as much as you wanted to hold him in your arms and soothe whatever was going through his head, you had to get him out of here before they sent more of them down here, you knew you were counting down mere minutes before they would come.

"Johnny I'm going to cut you out and give you a stim, then we're going - we'll find somewhere to hold up for a bit then I'll call for evac." you were rushed in your movements, still careful with him to not hurt him any more than what he was.

With his hands now free, he brought them to his sides and tried to loosen his arms up a bit from where they had been stiff behind his back. Coming to his front, you gave him a stim and he became more aware of what was happening.

Standing tall, you held his sides, noticing his lack of balance. He sucked a breath in when he felt your hands come up on his sides - you were so gentle, he'd only felt calloused hands pressing into his body over the course of the past few days, and it felt comforting to have you holding him with such care.

With one last look up into his eyes, you told him to follow behind - just to trust you. He never doubted you for a second, the moment he'd known it was you who was sent to rescue him, he knew you'd get the both of them to safety - he admired your skill on the field, even if you didn't possess the same ability to believe you could succeed this.

Moving the chair from the door you flipped the switch, feeling one of Soap's hands come up to your shoulder - he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew this was going to take a toll on his mental state.

Opening the door, you took a deep breath and moved forward with Soap at your heel. Crouching back in front of the guy you'd taken out, you took his gun, and gave it to Soap behind you, which he gladly took - feeling more confident now he could aid you.

Heading up the stairs to the hatch, you both suddenly went stiff hearing the door open. Without much thought to pushed Soap further up the stairs whispering for him to leave and run into a valley - you'd be right behind him. His eyes remained on yours - he looked worried, he didn't want to leave you - he'd never forgive himself if you were hurt because he ran. With another push, he lifted the hatch - he trusted you, he had too.

Aiming the pistol you hit the first guy directly in the head, knocking him cold. He fell to the floor with a thud and before you could get a solid aim on the second guy, he shouted something in Arabic and suddenly you could hear chaos starting to ensue upstairs - all you could think was how the fuck you were going to do this now. Shooting the guy in the leg, he fell to the floor with a pained scream and you rushed out the hatch hearing several men shouting at each other. You could see Soap at an edge of a valley - it wasn't a far run, you could make this you were sure.

Without a second thought, you took off for the valley edge where you could see Soap prone aiming his gun. Suddenly bullets started to litter the ground around you and Soap could only do so much to fire back before they'd eventually get him to. Pulling the infamous smoke grenades from your belt you pulled the pin in one throwing it behind you and another one you threw in Soaps direction. With bullets still firing at nothing, you pushed your legs as fast as they'd go, and just as you got to where Soap was now stood, you felt a searing pain travel up your left arm.

"Fuck! Soap I've been hit" you gritted between clenched teeth, "carry on running, we need to find somewhere to bunker down for the next few hours while tensions calm".

Nodding his head in your direction, Soap continued forth with you in tow - you could both hear the men shouting from behind - they were gaining, but you were still ahead enough to hide. Feeling a hand grip your right arm, you were pulled into Soap's side in a crack big enough for the two of you. You could feel the beating of his heart and for a minute you felt yourself relax and just as you did the adrenaline started to wear off, and your arm was throbbing in pain.

Looking over Soap, he seemed to be okay - the stim hadn't worn off yet, and you still had another one for when it did.

Leaning his head down, you felt your heart pause - you felt yourself staring at his lips, wondering how they would feel pressed against your own, thinking that it'd be enough to distract you from the current pain you felt. You felt your hands running up his torso to lay on his chest, feeling his heart beat even faster if that was possible. He was warm despite the nipping breeze. Preparing to move your hand to his neck, Soap bent closer to your ear whispering for you to follow him. You felt stupid - of course, he wasn't about to kiss you in the middle of a mission, let alone ever - you had selfishly been misinterpreting his body's response as something else - he was hurt and tensions were high - you were stupid to think it had been anything to do with you. With that you dropped your arms back to your sides, flinching as you lower your right arm, and followed Soap deeper into this crack, seeing it led into a small cave - it was still cramped, but you'd live.

As you were about to open your mouth to speak, Soap placed his hand over it - silencing you from making any sound, clenching your thighs, you found yourself keening into his touch before coming back to your sense when you heard footsteps and Arabic being shared between people. Suddenly things got very real again and you felt Soap's over arm come across your waist and pull you into him - the both of you needed some sort of comfort right now, and the both of you relished in each other's warmth.

With quiet shallow breaths, the men passed by and you relaxed against Soap's chest. You felt safe with him behind you, you had been so anxious completing this mission that you felt back in your comfort zone being with Soap.

"Think we're okay now hen?" That stupid pet name he used had you smiling underneath the mask, you secretly loved how he only said it to you, but would always pretend it bothered you, which only made him tease you more.

With a staggered breath you turned to face him - you didn't realise how close you were, your noses almost touching but you didn't make the effort to move. "I think we're okay Johnny, for now at least, we'll wait a couple hours then I call for evac".

"How're you feeling?" you asked tentatively placing a hand under his cheek where there was a cut, careful not to press too hard - you never wanted to cause him pain.

Feeling bolder than usual, Soap placed a hand over yours that held his cheek - you felt your heart rate pick up, feeling his calloused skin run over your gloved hand and onto your wrist where your skin was exposed. He could feel the fast pulse within your wrist and wanted to ignore the dull ache in his body, noticing that the stim was starting to wear off. He stared into your open eyes, looking at him so full of admiration, and all he wanted to do was press his lips to yours in a searing kiss - so selfishly he wanted to distract himself with you. He'd seen you with your mask off once and the image was burned into his mind - he spent countless nights led in bed remembering how full your lips looked; how smooth your skin was - with a faded scar beneath your left eye; the way your hair perfectly parted down the middle with bangs that perfectly framed your face, and hair stopping at your shoulders; with a jaw so perfectly carved he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the crook of your neck and place gentle kisses upon your jaw, trailing down to your neck - you were perfection to him, pure perfection and all those nights he'd relish in that memory thinking about your beauty, or fisting his hard cock - precum dripping from his tip as he imagined those full lips taking him in while he praised you from above as your doe eyes stayed locked on his.

Taking a sudden breath in as you felt the pain back in your arm, Soap was pulled from his thoughts with worry plastered over his face, "Oh yeah, I'm okay hen, the pain's starting to come back, but let's get you fixed up."

Even though he'd been through a torturous hell the last few days, your wellbeing was somehow on the forefront of his mind, it made your heart flutter unexpectantly. You couldn't allow him to sort you out first, you'd live, you'd been through much worse, but right now his wounds needed cleaning.

"No Soap, I need to clean your wounds before an infection starts to fester. Then we can attend to whatever I've got, but I'll live." He gave you a narrowed look, but the look you sent back made him remain silenced, you weren't going to let him help you.

Without much more talking you pulled your first aid kit from your back and asked him to remove his shirt. With a smirk he all but obliged and you rolled your eyes - Soap was still Soap. You noticed him struggling and helped him pull his gear over his head, placing it down next to him.

Staring at his body, all you wanted to do was admire him - despite all the marks that littered his torso, you thought he was the most beautiful man you had laid your eyes on. You saw his body stiffen and noticed the look of insecurity in his eyes, making you your face fall in sorrow - you didn't want him to feel like this, he didn't deserve to. Tracing his abs and some scars, you asked where it hurt most and he just let out a chuckle, "Everywhere hen, I couldn't tell you where to start".

Pulling the remaining stim out, you gave it to him and it again started to rapidly kick in. You took some disinfectant on a cloth and started to clean his wounds as he hissed in pain, letting small whimpers slip past his lips - you were doing everything not to clench your thighs right now, he was in pain, but the sounds coming from him were making you delirious - you'd be mad if you were to never make a move on this man - you'd dreamed of pulling those sounds from his mouth.

Feeling his hand grip your arm, you were pulled back to reality and continued cleaning him, whispering your apologies each time he'd grip your arm a bit tighter when it'd get too much for him to deal with. You wanted to press your lips to each wound and hope it'd cure his pain, you could see they had done a number on him, but luckily none of the wounds were too deep. You felt his ribs, seeing his skin was patched in a mix of purple and blue bruises - you could count 2 of them were broke, but a medic would have to confirm this. Placing gauze on his wound, you then wrapped his middle and placed your hand back on his chest - staring into his eyes.

"That any better Johnny?" you asked doe eyed, worry on your face that you hadn't done a good enough job.

"I dunno hen maybe a kiss would make me feel better." You felt yourself blush, you couldn't believe he was flirting with you out here, but maybe you actually had read the signs correctly earlier, maybe you weren't so stupid. Leaning down you pressed a lingering kiss to his head through the mask.

"Better now Johnny?" you asked, a smile forming on your face.

"A bit hen, just a bit" There was a pout on his face, you knew he wanted more, but you were on a mission and didn't want to risk your chances compromising it - you needed him to make it to the evac.

With a last stroke of his chest, you pulled back and helped him dress into his gear again. Turning away from the man you took a deep breath, you needed to get your head completely back into this misson.

"y/n?" you hummed back in response to him, "let me help you fix your arm up yeah?" You'd forgotten about the dull ache in your left arm and turned back to him with your medkit in hand.

In silence he gently took your arm into his own hands, you were only skimmed by the bullet luckily. He wet a new cloth in disinfectant and wiped over your wound, weary of your flinches, feeling guilty about the pain you were in. Wrapping your arm he ran his own hand up your arm placing it on the back of your neck, giving you reassuring strokes as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

"You know I'm glad it's you that came Smoke" he admitted.

"Yeah?" you questioned back.

"Yeah." he confirmed staring sincerely into your eyes.

"You know I didn't originally want to come here Johnny. Price didn't give me much choice, to begin with, but when I found out it was you, I couldn't say no." you were building up a confession to him, hoping he'd read between the lines - you didn't want to admit to him directly how you felt, just in case you were wrong, you were full of doubt, suddenly becoming self-conscious under his gaze, "I was scared I was going to fuck it up like I fucked my last solo mission. I've been so scared I was going to get you killed this time, I still haven't forgiven myself for the rescue mission, you shouldn't have been the one to fix my failure Johnny, and this time I..." you felt yourself choking up, you didn't realise how deeply you really felt about things and found yourself pulling away, embarrassed at your confession.

Johnny could see how genuine you were being and it made his heart clench that you felt this way - he had been the first one to volunteer to go on the rescue mission - it was supposed to be Ghost's mission, but he convinced Price to let him go on it. He knows how scary of a day it was and how close to death you both were, but he'd do it again if it meant you were the last person he was with.

Pulling you back into him before you could pull yourself away too far, he brought your head to his chest carefully, making sure you weren't putting too much pressure on his torso. You were holding back your tears, you didn't want to break in front of him, but it was hard, a few escaped as his hand came up to cup the back of your head and stroke your hair gently. Without another word, Soap placed both hands on your masked cheeks and pulled you eye level to him, wiping the few tears that fell from your eyes with his thumbs. He didn't want to cross a line, and placed a tentative peck on your masked lips, watching as your eyes flutter closed. You couldn't believe it, without another thought you pulled your mask up, revealing your lips and nose, not feeling secure enough to completely remove it. Taking his chances, Soap placed his lips back onto your own, relishing in the feeling of the both of your lips moving in sync with each other. You felt in over your own head, keening into his body as the speed picked up between the both of you - small breaths getting caught between each other's lips. Soap moved his hand down to your neck, caressing the skin as he passed, and rested on your right breast, caressing it through your uniform. As his palming got needier, you let out a small moan, urging him to move from your lips to your jaw, placing gentle kisses before he nipped at your neck, being sure to leave small marks behind - he was marking you, and you had no issue with it, you'd let him mark your whole body in small love bites if he wanted to. With the both of your breaths picking up, and each other's hands getting needier for one another as a wetness started to pool between your thighs, making you clench them together - not going unnoticed by Soap who gave a deep chuckle at your desperation - a sudden dull shrill was sounded, echoing in the cave.

"Oh come on hen, do we really need evac yet?" you chuckled, pulling you mask back down and gave him a stern look.

"I'm sorry, but I think it's in both of our interests to call for evac - we both need medical attention; you more so, and we can always carry this on back at base hm" You stroked his pouting face, noticing the hardness in his jeans - you felt bad, but you knew you couldn't give into your own desires.

With one last huff from Soap, and a laugh from you, you called evac, and found they were about 40 minutes out. You'd probably been hold up in the small cave for a couple of hours and were sure it'd be safe to continue down the valley.

Pulling yourself up, and helping Soap to his feet, he gave you one last peck on your head, before you took lead, making sure it was safe to walk down the valley before pulling Soap alongside you.

In a comfortable silence, the both of you spent the next 30 minutes walking to the evac location, with no issue, apart from Soap almost tripping on a rock, which had you holding your laughter as he glared from your side.

The evac was close by - you could hear it. Soap pulled you from your thoughts staring into your eyes, "when we get back, we're not going to just forget this right?" you saw the vulnerability in his eyes and it made your heart ache.

"Johnny...no I- I would never do that to you, god no. I didn't go through all of this just to pull your leg and get back to base and ignore you like nothing had happened. I love you Johnny. I love you. I really do and I'm sorry it took me this long, I really am, I've been in denial for so long, just scared, but I'm ready and -"

"I love you too y/n, so fucking much" you could see his eyes well up at your confession, "I'm sorry it took me this long too, I think about that rescue mission a year ago all too much and find myself regretting every passing second where I didn't admit how much I cared about you, and while I was down there getting beat, all I could think about was how I potentially wasn't going to see you again."

You placed a hand on his cheek, bringing your heads together gently, "Johnny, I'd never let you die, never. I'd risk it all for you. We'll head back to base, get cleaned up, then we'll discuss things more okay? But I'm not letting you go - not now, not ever" and with that he placed a final kiss to your head just as the evac came into view.

Holding onto Soap, you helped him onto the evac as it landed - you knew he was perfectly capable, but you wanted to be close to him - it was an excuse.

~~~Time skip~~~

Back in England, you were both at the base - you having been treated by the medic quickly, and Soap having to stay for probably the next few days.

The nurse had relayed Price wanted you in his office for a debrief - you wanted to check in with Soap desperately but knew he was in safe hands, so you made your way to Price.

With a knock on the door you walked in without waiting for a response - you were so exhausted you didn't think.

"Yes, Seargent y/l/n, please come in, don't wait for me," Price said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. You laughed and gave a small apology to which Price gave a small smile to you in return.

"I told you, you'd do it" That bastard you thought, he was wearing a cocky smile on his face, and giving you a sympathetic stare at the same time. "Smoke, I put you on the mission for a reason - we've all seen the way you look at Johnny, we knew you'd get him out alive." They knew this whole time how you felt, were you really that obvious.

All you could do was respond with a quiet "oh" embarrassed at the fact the whole task force was able to read to you so clearly and had done for so long.

"Smoke. Work relations bring a lot of issues," you tried to interrupt, you didn't want to lose your only chance of happiness and contentment, but Price silenced you before you could get anything out, "hold on Smoke. While typically it can cause issues, I've pulled some strings for you and Soap, and you can both remain on the task force, while having relations if that's what you both want - you just need to keep your love lives separate from your work lives when your out on the field, okay?"

You instantly agreed, of course you and Soap could do that - neither of you would ever want to jeopardise your jobs, so you shook on the agreement to not let each other interfere with your jobs - you could be coworkers and lovers. With a goodbye, Price excused you and you were back at Soap's side who was sleeping peacefully - you knew he needed it after everything he'd been put through.

Sitting in the chair placed next to his bed, you took a hold of his hand, kissing the top of it before you too fell victim to exhaustion, closing your eyes, holding the hand of the man you loved.

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frosty-mango · 13 days

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Reanimated Madara x Shy!Forest Goddess!Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Reanimated Madara with a shy and easily flustered forest goddess reader

A/N :- I gotchu with this one first, headcannons coming later I promise. Just bear with me, it's been a minute since I've written on Tumblr 😂

Warnings :- Flirting, mild language, Madara, gender specific reader (fem)

Word Count :- 1.2k

Life has a funny way of things doesn't it? One second you're living fine, alone, happy, content. The next your falling head over heals for a man that can kill you with one fatal jutsu. After that... You're mourning the loss of that man because of a negative spiral for power and revenge. And then your back to square one for god knows how long. The heart can be something so great and so hurtful in these times.

And much to your own dismay it really is. You lived in near solitude after the death of your late husband, Madara. You were fine with this, you couldn't get hurt if you didn't make any new connections. Plus... It's more painful to watch all that you know change and leave when you're immortal. It was like this for years, but until now you hadn't had a reason to leave your sanction till you heard it.

And not just by someone who just so happened to come across your home, but by the very Senju that killed what was your brother inlaw. Tobirama Senju, an old friend yes, but a sour one at the most. Seeing as he wasn't looking completely together told you enough that he was completely there. One of the Senju brothers needing your help wasn't uncommon from back when they breathed and bled, but this was far different. Being asked to stop your husband who is trying to make the world submit to an eternal genjutsu was something else.

And that's why you're here now...

Currently using your abilities to your advantage on the battlefield. You weren't near Madara yet, but you could tell he was there and what he was doing was sickening. Everyone had a show for it too, Hashirama fighting the Ten-tails, Saratobi and who you now know as the fourth hokage, Minato, fighting the reanimated, you and Tobirama on the other hand, were tracking the slippery Uchiha. A plan set and ready, all you needed to do was distract Madara, now how hard could that be?

"How hard is it to track him if you're able to sense things from the ground and roots?" Tobirama sneered at you while you leapt around the battlefield.

"Easier said than done, the less vegetation the harder it can be. So don't act all high and mighty like you can do it better." You rolled your eyes looking softly at the younger Senju as he sighed looking around.

"Just try and focus, the sooner we can seal him away the better-" just as he finished his sentence he was sent flying by a fireball sent straight for him. "Damn bastard! If you don't watch where you're shooting you'll hurt your own plans Madara!"

You had leapt back a good distance when the fireball had come close, earth and fire don't mix well in your conditions. When you scanned the area of the fireball you spotted the spiky haired Uchiha just as he seemingly teleported right before Tobirama. They both locked their hits stopping one another from bashing the others.

"And what do you know about plans? If I recall, you had almost died from two pathetic idiots all because they ate their way out of the Nine-tails." Madara jerked back against the white haired Senju and both backed away from one another. As he was about to call his susonoo again you had jumped at his side and by a miracle tackled him to the ground.

"You damn Shinobi pest never know when to quit-"

"Finish that sentence and so help me I'll make you remember what being slapped feels like." You looked down at him and his stunned face as he was mid jutsu sign. You grinned softly at him as you straddled his waist. "Hi baby.."

Madara just looked at you as he moved to sit up and slid you down to his lap. He looked down at you, scanning over you slowly as a smile formed on his face and his hands moved to your waist and face.

"So, you really weren't lying about being immortal then huh?"

"Why would I lie about that? We had plenty of moments that showed off the truth of that very question." You scrunched your nose a bit and furrowed your brows. Despite trying to look upset and angry, it was rather difficult when he was caressing one of your cheeks and rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Because, despite that, it just means I get to experience your eternal beauty~" he winked as he brought you to stand up with him. A heavy blush formed on your face while he began laughing at your reaction, his armour shaking as he did.

"Cheeky move Mada.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face away into him whilst he hugged you tight to him.

Silence fell over the two of you while you held one another. Taking in one anothers present, this alone made your grip on him tighten as your eyes began to burn, before long you had a small stream of tears rolling down your face. Madara moved you away, grabbing your chin and making you look up into his shining red eyes of his mangeko sharingan. Before you could say anything he only traced his thumb over your lips, hauling your words in your throat.

"I know, I know, my sweet girl... I know..." He spoke softly as things started to come to a stop around you. You shook your head and pulled him close again as your lips met in a tender and longing kiss.

Your hands made their way to the sides of his face and in his hair. As the kiss broke away you heard someone clear their throat. You both turned to look at Hashirama scratching the back of his neck with an awkward grin, Tobirama next to him looking away as irritated as ever, and Saratobi looking away while shaking his head with a small smirk.

"Glad to see your love is as strong as ever!" Hashirama looked at the two of you and rocked on his heels before Tobirama smacked him over the head.

"How about instead of your nonsense you let them talk." Tobirama glared at him before turning to you and Madara before nodding to you directly. Madara lifted his brow as he glared at the three in front of him before looking back down at you.

"Heh- Mada, I love all that you do and all that you've done...but this isn't part of that. You're hurting what was our home. The place we built back then, look at all of this. I've watched it all change and grow and I ask that you don't destroy it. Madara I want to watch what we did grow till I can't no longer, will you grant me that? Please..?"

Madara looked at you with a panned look till it softened, he wrapped his arm around your waist making you blush. As he leaned down and planted a kiss to your forehead.

"I suppose it isn't very fair to make you watch your- our home crumble, especially with you watching over it my sweet girl." He pressed another soft kiss to your head while he looked at his fellow reanimated Shinobi and back down at you.

"Even if I'm gone, I'll be close to you, I promise."

"I know you will Mada, I never doubted your words, not once." You pulled him into another hug that he returned without hesitation and held each other tightly knowing what was to come.

"I love you, my God of the Uchiha."

"I love you too, my Goddess of the land and earth."

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sulumuns-dootah · 4 months

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17.12. Glasyalabolas - Mistletoe

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

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“Y/N, could you come here?” a familiar velvety voice called out to you while you were busy making bows to decorate gifts for Leviathan's servants with Foras. Looking over in the direction from where the voice came from, you see Glasyalabolas standing in on one of the many door frames leading into the spacious room. He's leaning against it like he's some punk in a teenage drama.

“What? I'm kinda busy here. If you need something, come to me.” you call back and focus back on helping hold down ribbons so Foras can tie them around the gift boxes. In your mind you're counting how much you've done and how many are left to go. The higher demons get more fancy bows and the lesser they are, the less work goes into the packaging. The boxes are all pretty, but you can still tell the difference between a box meant for a duke and one for president.

“No, you have to come to me, Y/N.” Glasyalabolas addresses you again. This time you don't even look at him. There's too much work and not enough time. The gift boxes were supposed to be ready two days ago, but of course angels have other plans.

“It's okay, you can go. I can tie the bows for knights myself. They don't need to be so fancy.” Foras tells you while he's finishing up the last bow meant for a count. You can hear Glasyalabolas hum in approval from the other side of the room.

With a sigh you set down the scissors you've been holding in your hand and take a pincushion off your wrist. Who knows what does the tall demon want and if you'll be even able to return to your work.

“Yes? What is it?” you ask irritated. Originally you only offered to help out with the gifts, but with the weather getting more sunny, you've unofficially taken on Barbatos' position and the stress of it was catching up to you.

“Look up, Y/N.” Glasyalabolas only nods his head upward. You follow his gaze and notice a green branch hanging above the two of you. It takes you a little while to realise what the branch is.

“Oh.” you exclaim and feel your cheeks flush. Does he really mean what you think he is?

When you look back down from the green twig, you jump a little. The tall demon's face is now closer to yours due to him leaning slightly down to match your height. He's watching your face intently for any reason of displeasure or hesitance, but there is none to be found.

The air feels more tense and you decide to close the distance, which is apparently even closer than you thought, between your lips. He tastes of red wine and something sweet. You suddenly don't want him to pull back. There's something addictive about his kiss. Throwing your arms around his neck you deepen the kiss and sneakily his wrap around your waist, lifting you up a little.

Unfortunately he pulls away after a while and looks into your eyes. You're still holding each other when a voice from another door frame sound off: “Aw, that's so adorable! I demand to get a kiss under the mistletoe from Y/N too!” It's Barbatos, who just came inside to help finish the gift boxes. His hair is frozen and his skin is glowing red.

You let go of Glaysalabolas and he reluctantly does the same. You're about to turn around and join the two demons standing around the big table, but the demon next to you catches your arm.

“Happy holidays, my queen.”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I've chosen you to be my queen, by my side on the throne. I shall present you with gift fit for a queen."

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb glasyalabolas #the yule festival of hell

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crimson-calligraphyx · 6 months

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Tag List: @cheyfi @kingdomof-omens @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo @itsmrsfuentes @cncohshit @catj422 @lma1986 @chels3a-smile

A/N: The song I have Noah write is from this TikTok:

When Vic was able to calm me down after receiving Noah's present, she finally took me out for my birthday. Much to my surprise, she took me to the Beverly Hills Hotel, where we spent the majority of the evening relaxing at the spa. It was the most at peace I had felt in such a long time, and I was so very thankful for her surprise.

She took me out to dinner afterward, and though it was tempting to order myself a glass of cabernet sauvignon to pair with my steak, I didn't. I had to start somewhere, and I knew she was proud of me for doing so with the subtle grin and glimmer in her eyes.

It was very rewarding waking up this morning without a headache and being able to enjoy the way the sun poured into my bedroom through the skylight. I rolled onto my back and stretched, settling with my hands folded behind my head, admiring the way the clouds leisurely strolled across the sky. The only thing that would make waking up even better was if Noah were here, being wrapped in his warmth.

I certainly wasn't lying when I texted him saying that I missed him and that I wanted him to come home soon. He didn't respond to the message, which was disappointing, but I could understand that it might still be hard on him.

Maybe the saying 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' was true, after all. I missed waking up tangled in his arms and legs, opening my eyes to see the sleep glossing over his chocolate irises. I missed the sheepish grin paired with the low and raspy sound of his voice saying good morning. I missed the feeling of his lips grazing against my skin, so delicate and warm.

I missed the simple things, too—us occasionally dancing in the kitchen while preparing dinner or pushing each other away when we didn't want help with cooking. I missed the way his voice jumped several octaves when he got flustered while playing a video game or teasing him when he got startled. I missed him singing around the house mindlessly or while playing guitar or watching him and the guys practice.

God, did I miss his voice.

"Oh, that's right," I mumbled to myself, tossing the blankets off and sitting on the edge of my bed. I picked up the flash drive that I placed on the nightstand last night and rolled it in my palm; thinking about his voice reminded me that I still needed to listen to it.

I stood, stretching once more before retrieving my laptop and headphones, settling back onto the bed, and folding my legs in. I rested the computer in my lap, turning it on to let the flash drive upload the file. It buffered for a few moments, my stomach tying itself into knots the longer I was forced to stare at the spinning wheel of death.

It finishes, and I click into the file, the 'play' button staring me in the face. My heart hammers in my chest, picking up my headphones with trembling hands. Was I ready to listen to this?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady my racing heart and settle the headphones on my head. After a minute or two, I opened my eyes and pressed 'play', an energetic guitar riff funneling into my ears. It quickly flows into a slower, almost sullen beat as his voice comes in, and my heart plummets to my gut hearing the pain in his voice.

Eyes start to blur out of focus I call out but you didn't notice You know that I know that you're hurting Still we sit alone

It wasn't a long recording by any means, but I played it over and over again just to hear the voice that I realized I had missed dearly. Each time it started over, my eyes filled with fresh tears, eventually spilling over, and streaming down my face. Before I knew it, I was sobbing.

I was selfish and chose to ignore all the times he tried to patch things up. I chose to focus on only the negatives, instead of seeing the message he was trying to portray the whole time: he does love and care about me. But I convinced myself that he didn't and was ruining our marriage like the fool that I am.

"Goddammit," I groaned and snapped my laptop shut. I pushed it away from me, tossing my headphones along with it, and rushed to my bathroom when a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. I found myself, yet again, vomiting.

When the brunt of it was over, I folded my arms on the seat and rested my forehead on them while I recouped, trying to calm my angry stomach. I was so sick of throwing up, and it only made me cry harder as it always did, leaving me an exhausted mess. I didn't even fucking drink yesterday—it had to be nerves. I was getting too worked up over everything with Noah.

I sat up with a huff, spitting one last time to clear anything remaining in my mouth before flushing the toilet. Standing, I took one look in the mirror and cringed—aside from the reddened blotches around my now swollen eyes, I was abnormally pale, and my forehead was beaded with sweat. I looked as terrible as I felt.

Tying my hair into a bun, I splashed cold water on my face in hopes of freshening up my appearance before emerging from my room—it didn’t help much. With a shrug, I washed my hands and made my way into the kitchen, where I was met by Vic. She was bent over, her head stuck deep inside the refrigerator as she presumably rummaged around for something to eat.

"Morning," I mumbled, watching her jump slightly as I startled her. "You bitch," she whisper-yelled while standing, and turns towards me with her hand planted over her heart. "Good morning," she chuckles. "You hungry?" I grimaced, the thought of food making my stomach flip. "No, but feel free to help yourself. I'm just gonna make some coffee." She furrows her brows, her head tilting inquisitively as her eyes roam my face. "You good? You're looking a little rough this morning."

I crossed the kitchen, making my way over to the coffeemaker. "Yeah," I sighed, reaching for the coffee filters in the cabinet. "Just have an upset stomach." I heard her mumble a quiet 'Oh' as I measured the grounds and asked her if she wanted any. I scooped double the amount when she said yes.

She cooked breakfast for herself as the coffee brewed; the smell of butter and egg frying made my insides stir once again. I braced myself with my palms against the counter and leaned close to the brewer, focusing the best that I could on the rich scent of coffee rather than the eggs. I was hoping that would hinder the nausea that was festering, but it didn't. Once again, I found myself sprinting to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.

This wasn't normal for me to get sick as often as I had been. I was beginning to think that there was another reason for it…and that scared the fuck out of me.

There's a quiet knock on the doorframe, and seconds later I feel a hand rubbing circles in my back. "I'm okay," I groaned before Vic had a chance to ask, sitting back on my feet. "Must've been dinner from last night." "You sure? You told me you got sick at work yesterday, too." I hear the concern in her voice, but I shake it off, concentrating on the soothing feeling of her hand on my back. "I was hungover yesterday," I admit, letting out an exasperated sigh. "And I've been stressed about the shit going on with Noah, so that didn't help."

She remained silent for a moment, and I knew she didn't buy my excuse. Neither did I—I was never a stress puker, and she knew that.

"I'm buying you a pregnancy test," she states and straightens up, holding her hands out to help me stand. My heart leaps in my throat from the thought alone, and I frantically shake my head while I remain on the floor. "No, that's not it, Vic. I-it can't be, I'm on birth control." She rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "You know that shit's not 100% effective, Liv. You take one pill at the wrong time and—" "I know! I know," I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand down my face. "Just...stop. Please."

I didn't want to hear it; I didn't want to think that there was even a chance that I could be pregnant. Not now. Not with Noah being as ill as he is, not with our marriage in shambles, not while I've been selfishly fucking binge drinking like there's no tomorrow.

"C'mon," Vic puts her hands out again. "Let's get you cleaned up and relax on the couch for a bit. I'm getting you that test whether you like it or not; the sooner you know, the sooner you can figure your shit out." I took a staggering breath in and reluctantly took her hands in mine, nodding. She brings me to my feet and leaves me to brush my teeth and wash my hands. When I finally left the bathroom and made my way to the living room, she had a cup of coffee waiting for me on the side table.

She hovered by the couch until I sat, and she draped the blanket I had strewn across the back of it over me while I reclined the seat. I rolled my eyes at her unnecessary hospitality and thanked her for making my coffee, even though I wasn't going to drink it after brushing my teeth. She told me to rest before grabbing her purse, and I was almost surprised she didn't give me a motherly kiss on the forehead before leaving. I laughed to myself at the thought.

When Vic came back from the store, my nerves kicked into overdrive, knowing she was going to drag me to the bathroom immediately. She does exactly that, and I stood in my bathroom completely frozen as I stared at the unopened test in my hands. I could feel her watching me, which only made me more apprehensive.

We stood there in silence for a few minutes while I mustered up the courage to rip open the packaging. My hands trembled, just staring at the daunting piece of plastic, and I hadn't even used it yet.

"You gonna watch me pee on the thing or what?" I asked her sarcastically, looking at her through my peripheral. I couldn't take my eyes off the test. "Right," she chuckles dryly, "I'll, uh, just be out there if you need me." I catch her thumbing over her shoulder before hesitantly making her exit. I puffed out a deep breath, deciding it was now or never, and sat down on the toilet while removing the cap.

I did my business, put the cap back on, set it on the counter, and waited.

Noah

It's been a week since Olivia's birthday, and I still haven't grown the balls to go home to her, even after she told me she missed me. Of course I missed her, too, but there was always that unsettling feeling inside of me whenever I thought about returning home. I wasn't sure how things would be between us, and I was afraid it would only worsen my condition. It was pathetic of me, I know, but I was working the courage up by reaching out to her at least.

My symptoms weren't subsiding, but they weren't getting any worse, either, which I guess was a good thing. Nevertheless, it sucked—breathing was still a task of its own, the coughing was still relentless at times, and I'm pretty sure I could've made Liv another bouquet of roses from the number of petals I was hacking up.

I was aimlessly channel surfing when my phone rang, and I smiled seeing that it was Olivia calling me. It had always been me reaching out to her this past week, and it warmed my heart a tad seeing her reach out instead.

"Hey, love," I answered, muting the TV before putting the remote down. Her cries answered me, and I immediately shot up in my seat with panic, my chest growing tight. "Olivia, what's wrong?" "I-I know things aren't exactly ideal between us," she pauses to let a sob out, and my heart sinks hearing it. "But I really need you right now," she whimpers out. I tell her to breathe—ironic from the man who literally had flowers growing in his lungs and could barely breathe himself.

I listen to her take several choppy breaths before she's able to speak again. "Can you come home?" her voice cracks. "I know it's probably hard for you but—" "I'm there," I cut her off without hesitation. "I'm coming. Are you safe?" I stand from the couch, walking as quickly as I can to the front door. She whimpers a 'yes' as I snagged my keys off the key rack.

I had to hold myself up against the door for a moment; the sudden movement from the couch to the door left me winded. I knew this was going to be difficult for me, but she needed me. I didn't care if I had to climb our front steps on my hands and knees, I had to be there for her.

She never told me what was going on, but after a drive that seemed far too long from how many times I had to pull over due to coughing so violently, I made it back home. I took a minute to gather myself, trying to rid some of the flowers in my lungs to the best of my ability before making the short trek to the front steps. It was intimidating, to say the least when I finally climbed them, my chest heaving while I stared at the door.

I didn't know what I was walking into, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't the least bit terrified.

I forced myself to go in, making my way to our bedroom when I didn’t see her in the living room. The door was left ajar; I knocked softly to make my presence known before entering. I found her in bed, curled up in a ball as she clutched what appeared to be my pillow to her chest. Soft cries escaped her, and I didn’t waste a second to join her on the bed.

She gasps quietly when I sit, running a hand down the length of her unruly, yet soft hair—I must’ve startled her. “Hey, love,” I greet her gently, and she picks her head up to look at me. My heart shatters seeing her iridescent blue eyes swollen and glossed over, and a trail of dried tears running down her very much flushed cheeks. “You came,” she whispers, disbelief taking over her features. I smiled softly, giving her a quick nod. “In sickness and in health, remember?” Her lips tremble, and she squeezes her eyes shut, tears spilling down her cheeks. I pad my thumb under her eyes to dry them, and she wraps a hand around my wrist, keeping my hand on her face as she nuzzled against my palm. My heart swells—God, I fucking missed this.

I turn my head away abruptly and tuck my face into the elbow of my free arm, another round of coughs making their way out of me. I could feel the flowers coming up, and I tried my best to suppress them. I didn’t want her to see them.

“Noah,” she calls my name meekly, and I feel her hand tighten around my wrist. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t,” I cough out, shaking my head. I turn my attention to the nightstand, noting the box of tissues, an ounce of relief washing over me. I grabbed one and rid the flowers in my mouth, crumpling the tissue and shoving it in my pocket before bringing my attention back to her. “I'm here for you right now. What's going on, love?”

She takes a deep breath, beginning to speak, but breaks out in hysterics again. "Shh, you're okay," I tried to console her, tugging on the pillow in her grasp. "C'mere. Let go of my pillow for a sec." I slip it from her hold and rest it against the headboard, leaning into it. "C'mere," I repeat and pat my chest, hoping to coax her into my arms.

Her cries falter and she looks up at me with a sniffle, and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes for a moment before she clambers on me. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, clinging onto my shirt for dear life as she settles into me with her leg draped over my side. Even though the added weight on my chest made it that much more difficult to breathe, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as tight as I could against me.

I could feel her trembling in my arms, her breath warm against my neck as she heaved, trying to even out her breathing. I rubbed circles in her back and pressed kisses into her hair, a hint of a smile forming on my face as the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo encased me. It wasn't under the best circumstances, but I was so fucking relieved to have her back in my arms again, even if it was only for a little while.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm all ears. I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, pressing my lips against her head again. "Are you sure you won't leave?" she mumbles against my neck, her breath now tickling me. I hummed at the sensation, quickly turning my head to the side as a cough made its way through again. "Positive," I tell her, trying to stifle my coughs. "Okay," she huffs, and moves her head slightly, looking up at me through her lashes. "I, um... God, this is so fucking hard for me to say." Her voice shakes, and I know she's trying not to cry as she squeezes her eyes shut again.

I was beginning to worry about her hesitancy, my heart pounding and my mind racing with all the possibilities. Was she terminally ill? Did something happen to her mom or Vic? Was there somebody else in the picture? God, please, no. "Olivia, you're starting to freak me out," I tell her, and it feels like there's a vice around my chest. "What's going on—" "Noah, I'm pregnant," she finally spits out.

In that instant, everything in the room seemed to be in a standstill—time, my heart, my breathing, my racing mind. I was not expecting those words to come out of her mouth, and it rendered me speechless, my jaw left hanging. "Pregnant?" I whispered, more to myself than her. Did I hear her correctly?

Everything resumes when I feel her pull herself out of my grasp. She's crying again, shaking her head, apologizing over and over again. What she was sorry for, I didn't know.

"Shh, Olivia," I sat up and placed my hands on her shoulders to gain her attention. She doesn't look at me; I delicately take hold of her chin between my thumb and index finger, guiding her face towards mine. "Why are you apologizing?" I asked her when she finally brought her eyes to mine and held her gaze. "Because I-I've been scared to tell y-you." I furrowed my brows at her, "Why?" "Y-you probably don't want a-anything to do with it," she chokes out. I dismiss her assumption with a shake of my head. "I never said that, did I?" I ran my hand down the length of her hair, hoping to reassure her. "N-no, I guess not," she sniffles, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. "That's right." I gave her a soft smile.

She continues to silently stare at me, tears still filling her eyes and spilling over. I palmed her face with both hands, swiping my thumbs across her cheeks to try to dry them once again. "Please stop crying, love. There's no reason to be upset." "Y-you're not mad?" I scoffed humorously, "No, of course not. Why would I be mad?" "I just thought...I-I don't know,” she stammers, followed by a defeated sigh. “With the way things are between us, I wasn’t sure if I should even keep it. I-I didn’t think you’d stay or want to be involved—” “But I’m staying, and I do want to be involved. You are my wife, Olivia, and I’ll support any decision you decide to make.”

She remained quiet, and I kept her face in my hands as I watched her soak in my words, her lips quivering the slightest bit while curling upwards in the corners. I grinned at her, simply admiring the growing smile that I missed so much, paired with my favorite shade of blue in her eyes. There was the start of that crinkle in her nose whenever she laughed or smiled big, and it made my heart swell seeing it—she really was the most precious thing in my life.

I lean forward to kiss her forehead, but she takes hold of my face and presses her lips to mine instead. For a split second I’m stunned, but I find myself quickly melting into her touch, smiling against her lips, and I can feel her smiling back. My whole body was filled with elation; there was this warmth starting in my chest and spreading through my veins, and in that moment, I felt like maybe, just maybe, things might fall back into place again.

|Chapter 17|

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xoxopeace · 1 year

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Ghost Whisperer

Summary: You're a new student at Nevermore, and was ready for a new start. All you had to do was keep your gift to yourself, while also ignoring the cute artist who seems to invested in what your gift is.

Can't be too hard, right?

Warnings: Discussions about death, mediumship

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" I don't see the point of coming here." You argued back at your mother. As your car drove pass the black, rust stained sign that read, "Nevermore", you could feel your stomach began to turn. Going to a new school wasn't your fear, dealing with new people was the issue.

"Y/N" . Your mother pleaded softly. You could see how exhausted she was with the conversation. Her fingers pressed against the side of her head as she silently counted to ten. Once she was finished she fixed the passenger mirror to be able to focus on you in the back.

"Please just give it a try. " She asked. "This isn't like the other schools you've been in, these are kids who now exactly how you feel."

You groaned, rolling your eyes after hearing her same speech over and over again.

" Nevermore is a place for the outcasts of this world to come together." You repeated. " Where we find unity in our differences."

Your mother smiles softly in the mirror as you repeated the same speech she gave you yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.

"So you have been listening." She stated. " You don't have to be alone anymore, you can meet other kids with different abilities. Other kids who won't-"

"Laugh at me." You interrupted. You focused your attention outside the window, not wanting to meet your mother's gaze.

"Call me a freak or crazy and say that I belong in a psych ward."

Your mother sighed, knowing how hard it's been for you to connect with other kids your age. It wasn't your fault, you didn't ask to have this ability, just like how your mom didn't ask to be a psychic or your dad didn't want ask to have telekinesis.

"You know , I didn't ask to be like this either." A voice said next to you. Turning towards your side you saw your old friend, Marley sitting next to you. " When I was your age I wanted to be a movie star, but I guess the universe had other plans.".

You smiled slightly at Marley, she was the only..."person" you could call a friend.

"Yeah, instead your safety net on the movie set wasn't put up right ." You explained to him.

" But at least they caught me on film, right ?" She asked before poofing out of the car.

Marley was right, she didn't ask to be a ghost, she wanted to be a movie star. Just like how you didn't ask to be able to see the dead.

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" Oh we are so delighted to have you join us here at Nevermore." Principle Weems exclaimed. Walking through the hallways of the gothic school, you noticed how your mother wasn't lying. There was hundreds of kids here, some older, some younger, and not all alike. Of course you had your werewolves, vampires, gorgons and sirens but there were other groups too. Some kids didn't have any faces at all, no eyes our mouth, while others had multiple eyes and you could have sworn you saw someone take off their head and spin it on their finger like it was a basketball.

"Well thanks for having me." You answered back. " I don't want to be rude, but I don't think this place will be any different."

Principle Weems sighed as she placed her hand on your shoulder. The small smile she had on her face said it all.

"Normies.... don't understand people like us." She started. " And sometimes when people don't understand something they say and do awful things. "

You nodded your head slowly while trying to keep yourself from showing any signs of weakness.

" I know." You stated. "This isn't the first time I switched schools in the middle of the year."

"Well maybe, this will be the last time." She suggested. "Look around this court yard."

Leading you towards the front of the yard, you saw all the groups of students sitting around, chatting amongst themselves.

" I'm not a fan of saying I know how you feel." Weems explained. " But I will tell you that every single one of these students in here, have felt the pain of being an outcast in a normie world.

As she led you up to your dorm room, she left you with one word of advice.

"Give Nevermore a chance, you never know who you might surprise you here.".

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Your first day at Nevermore was going pretty smoothly at first. You had History of the Dark Arts, then enjoyed some lunch and now on your way to Literature, specifically focusing on Edward Allen Poe.

What you didn't count on was getting lost, you would think as big as this school is they would have a hallway sign. Eventually the hallway was empty, and you were stuck trying to find your way around.

" Pretty freaky isn't it." A voice said next to you. Instantly Marley poofed next to you, and slowly walked with you as you were looking for your class.

" What's freaky the fact you're still wearing bell bottoms?" You asked her. " It's been almost fifty years Mars, let the 70s go."

"Oh please missy, you guys are trying to bring vintage back and I gotta say ya'll aren't cutting it."

As you kept eyeing every numbered door trying to your classroom, Marley couldn't help but notice how difficult it was for you.

"You know." She began. "It wouldn't kill you to ask someone for help, I mean I know I'm your best friend and all but I'm a ghost I can only do so much.".

"Mars, I'm perfectly fine finding the classroom on my own." You argued back.

"Oh I know, pumpkin" She whined, Marley did always see you as a little sister. " But what are you gonna do once I cross over, I don't want you to be all by yourself.".

You stopped and looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"Mars." You whispered. " When you cross over, I'll be fine okay. Don't worry about me.".

It wasn't until you heard someone give an awkward cough, that you pretended to have your phone out and act like you were talking with someone.

"You don't have to pretend you weren't talking to yourself." The voice explained. " Im not a normie, I don't bite.".

Turning around you placed your phone back into your pocket, ready to be met with embarrassment. But instead you were introduced to the complete opposite. The boy standing in front of you had a genuine expression on his face, not the type that was about to start calling you names. His hair was thrown back into a bun, his big brown eyes were solely focused on you and you hated to admit it. But it definitely left a small feeling in your chest.

" I was just.." You started but couldn't find the right words.

"Talking to yourself." He answered back.

You sighed, getting ready to hear the same insults others have thrown at you before.

"Okay, not talking to myself that's weird." You answered.

"I was talking to Marley, my best friend who also happens to be a ghost from the 70s.".

Now you expected him to burst out laughing, to run and tell everyone what a freak the new girl is. But surprisingly he didn't instead a small chuckle let his mouth.

" That's definitely a new one." He said. " I don't think we have any mediums at this school, psychics, telekinetics but seeing ghosts? That's a bit different.".

Crossing your arms, you were ready to fight back to anything he threw at you.

"So different in a bad way?" You asked.

"Different in a good way." He clarified. Sticking out his hand towards you, you could see the charcoal markings up and down his arms, most likely from his own art work.

"I'm Xavier." He said introducing yourself.

You were hesitant at first. Of course he seemed like a nice person, but you were always reminded later on that it wouldn't last for long.

" I'm { your name} " You answered, shaking his hand.

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For the last few weeks you spent most of your time studying, exploring Jericho with a few of the other student, hanging with Marley and eventually sometimes with Xavier.

You hated to admit it but your mother was right. So far Nevermore has been a positive experience, usually by this time your searching for new schools to enroll at but for once. It seemed like you would actually belong somewhere.

Meeting others like Enid, Ajax and even Wednesday really helped you feel comfortable at this school. Well at least Enid and Ajax did, Wednesday just liked the fact you weren't doused in glitter and rainbows like Enid was. But besides that, you have never felt more at home and even sometimes would talk to Marley while in front of the others.

As you were sitting in Enid and Wednesday's dorm, you laughed as you watched them figure out how to deal with the glass stained window.

" Black is dreadful." Enid argued. "Why don't we try to something like blue or even purple, goth people were purple sometimes too you know.".

" The sight of these colors give me rashes." Wednesday answered back. "And not the good kind.".

You laughed while watching them bicker back and forth.

"You two couldn't be anymore different." You mentioned.

You heard a poof right next to you and instantly saw Marley.

" These two remind me of my friend, Amanda and I . " Marley said. " Clearly I was the one with fashion sense and she dressed like shopped in the dark.".

"Mars, you definitely have fashion sense." You said agreeing with her.

Enid and Wednesday instantly stopped bickering once they heard Marely's name.

Enid smiled big and yelled out, "Hello, Marley how are you today!"

Looking at you with wide eyes, Marley said, " She knows I'm dead, not deaf right? But otherwise i'm all good hun "

You laughed at her joke and turned yourself towards Enid, " She say's she's all good and you know she's dead not deaf.".

Enid rolled her eyes at your joke, " Oh I know, but it's so hard trying to figure out how to talk with someone I can't see or hear. "

"I'm still figuring out how to talk to you." Wednesday stated.

You and Marley laughed as you faced one another.

" So missy, I see that you've been making some friends." She said. "But not just with these two, whats going on between you and the loner artist Xavier?".

You sighed in annoyance, " Nothing is going on between Xavier and I were are strictly friends that is it."

"Oh honey, please I could practically feel your heart beat when you first laid eyes on him. Then I realized how much I missed my heart actually beating.". Marley joked.

"Besides the point though. I've never seen you talk with someone , alive, for so long. I think it'll be nice and a good change in your life to have someone who actually gets you."

You huffed, leaning back against Enid's headboard. Even though you didn't want to admit it, part of you did feel something special with Xavier. The hours you guys would spend sitting talking about what it was like having to move schools, making new friends, the judgement you faced with normies. It was nice to know someone who...actually knew how it felt.

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It's been about a month since you've joined Nevermore, and the Rave'n dance was approaching. Everyone was excited, figuring out dresses and makeup, and all you could do was debate on if you were even going or not. Of course, Enid begged for you to join them but you didn't know if you were ready for that yet. Joining bigger crowds means seeing more than just one ghost, and you weren't ready to show off your ability in front of the entire school just yet.

" Are you sure you don't want to come?" Enid asked you for the one hundredth time. She was already dressed in her white outfit, and even Wednesday was dress, all black of course, but was ready to go.

"Yes, Im sure." You answered. "Big crowds mean lots of ghosts showing up, and I don't have time trying to help over a dozen souls cross over while i'm dancing. Go have fun, I'll be okay.".

The girls hugged you goodbye, well Enid did, Wednesday just gave you her usual deaf stare. And now you were all alone, patiently watching the time click by. You hated to admit it, but part of you wanted to go. To be free, and have fun with others your age but you weren't ready for the possibility of ghosts showing up and needing your help. Not when you were just feeling like you were starting to belong here.

It was a knock on the door that disturbed your trance. Walking up to the door, you were surprised to find out that someone at the school wasn't currently in the gym. But imagine how more surprised you were when it was Xavier's face you were greeted with.

"Xavier." You said surprisingly. " What are you doing here, I thought you went to the dance?"

He seemed out of breath, and you could see smudge of charcoal on both his hands.

" I need to show you something." He answered. " It's in my art shed, I just kept drawing and drawing and now I just need for you to see it, please?"

There it was again, that smile that caught your attention the first day of school. You grabbed a small flashlight of the desk, along with a small hoodie.

"Okay, let's go."

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Walking through the woods to Xavier's art shed was quicker than you thought. You could hear the music slightly coming from the gym, and smiled knowing how much fun you were friends were having.

" Just so you know I don't really do this often." Xavier stated. "Bringing people to my art shed I mean.".

You gave a small smile, not wanting to admit you felt kind of special knowing you were the only one he's done this with.

"Well don't I feel special." You answered back.

" You should, being here at Nevermore. They don't just let anyone in here."

A small frown formed at your lips and your eyebrows narrowed at the mention of your gift.

" There's nothing special about my gift." You argued. " All it's ever done is make other people treat me like crap, being called a freak and a lunatic and tossed around like I was trash.".

Xavier stopped in his tracks and looked at you. You couldn't tell if he was confused or disappointed in your answer.

" I think your gift is pretty amazing." He retorted. " It's not something you use to show off or gain something from it. You actually use it to help the ones that none of us can see or hear, and if you don't think thats amazing. Then it's your loss.".

Your loss? Did he just actually say that it was my loss that- wait. Did he just say he thinks my gift is amazing.

The two of your finally arrived at his shed. He seemed a little hesistant to open it at first.

"Just to let you know a lot of my drawings have meaning." He explained. "Sometimes I dream them up, sometimes they might come to life, so just remember I brought you in here because I trust you.".

"And why would you trust me?" You asked. "Because i'm an outcast?"

"No" He answered. "Because you deserve to have at least one person you can trust, whether their an outcast or a normie."

Once he finally opened the doors, you couldn't believe your eyes. The drawings in his shed were beyond words spectacular. So much care in how they were created and the dedication you could see in each one.

"You painted all of these?" You questioned.

A small chuckle left his lips as he heard your question.

"Yeah I did." He answered. "Like I said most of them are from dreams, maybe somewhat visions I have."

"Your an amazing artist, Xavier." You said complimenting him.

Since he was on your side, you couldn't see the small curve in his lips as he heard you compliment his work.

"This was the one I wanted to show you." He announced, gesturing towards the one with the drape over it.

" What is it a self portrait?" You joked.

He chuckled, "No, not exactly."

He stood in front of you holding the drape with one hand.

" Remember how I said sometimes I have visions?" He asked. "Sometimes there from the future, other times could be the past. And I had this one the first time I met you and we shook hands.".

You smiled slightly remembering the moment.

"I didn't want to say anything at first just to make sure I got all the details right. But I think this one's ready to be seen."

With that, he pulled the drape from over the painting and instantly you were left stunned.

On the painting it was a young woman, with short brown curly hair. She had freckles that decorated her face, with red lips that stood out against all of them. The white lace top, matched with a pair of bell bottoms and sandals completed the whole entire look.

You couldn't believe your eyes, You weren't only surprised, but shocked as well. Because as long as you have known the woman in the painting, no one has even been able to see her for the last 50 years...until now.

"Marley." You whispered.

"You drew Marely."

He nodded shyly at the confirmation.

"Yeah, when we shook hands I saw a vision of you two talking together. And I don't know I guess I just wanted you to know that, this is the beauty your gift brings. It helps us remember the ones we've lost. "

He moved from the side of the post and was now standing in front of you. As if he wanted you to know that he was speaking directly towards you.

"You don't have to be alone here." He stated. " You can be yourself here with the others...with me.".

It was quiet now. Nothing, no one in the room moved. All you could hear was the slight chirp of crickets outside the shed, and the distant music from the school gym playing.

You didn't know what to say. What could you say? You were at lost for words. Here you were with Xavier, the boy that helped you find your way to class on your first day. The boy who spent hours listening to you ramble about the ignorance you faced from normies, the boy who painted a beautiful portrait of your best friend. Just to show you how beautiful he thought your gift was, a gift you used to say you never even wanted.

So what could you do? Besides slowly lean in, and feel the slow warmth of the his hands laying on your waist. How you noticed that since his hair wasn't tied back, a few strands dropped in front of your face. Slowly dipping at he leaned his head down towards yours. And the slow beating rhythm of his chest as it was pressed up against yours.

This was it, this was what your mother and Weems meant. You didn't have to be alone anymore, you didn't have to keep pushing everyone away. And when you quietly whispered a small word towards him, he finally leaned in and closed the gap between you.

"okay."

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p-antomime · 1 year

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kiki mhmm give me...... if you're able ofc, give me something (it can be short ofc) wiTH DOTTORE PLEASE OMFG THIS MAN HAS BEEN ON MY MIND EVERYDAY and i cant believe sumeru is 'over' with him being present

i got your back nonnie :(( dottores hot i know id suck him dry everyday if i got the chance to do it

᪗ — wc.: 867.

“First time coming?”

He asks without raising his eyes that continued to analyze whether the gloves had been placed correctly on his long, slender fingers, although deep down he already knew there was no way they could be remotely incorrect.

“No, sir,” your head denying it put more emphasis on the response, “I’m used to this kind of examination, actually.”

“What made you switch doctors, if I may ask, then?”

Dottore approaches the gurney on which he had previously asked you to sit, and this time he raises his attention to fix it on your eyes that dripped a latent anxiety that perhaps he could cut through even with a scalpel. And you understood immediately that it was time to lie down and try to relax as much as possible, even with the doctor's imposing presence bouncing off the walls and seeming to hover over your mind and sanity like numbing fog.

“I... had some problems, I guess,” his eyebrows rose and you knew you weren’t clear enough, “The last doctor I consulted with was a bit... rude, if you know what I mean, sir.”

Dottore felt as if he was about to crush the shyness permeating that sentence as soon as he fixed your knee supports and gestured with one of his indicators for you to position yourself as comfortably as possible, “I understand, completely.”

That was the only one he replied before he pushed up the edges of your robes to your crotch and rested his gloved hands on your thighs close to the edge of being visibly tense.

Your doctor could see everything, absolutely everything. From your lovely clit almost ready to be rubbed to your naturally inviting folds. He could classify you as “cute”, “adorable”, “graceful”, but perhaps the best word was simply “tasty”; it was almost a sin that you had been hiding something so valuable from him for so long.

“Tell me if anything hurts while I inspect you, will you?”

As he speaks, you feel his gloved fingers move up your thighs with thumbs placing themselves on the most intimate part of your body, "Let's do our best so you don't have to spend any more of your precious time going to these other trashes out there, hm?"

You felt a mixture of promise and warning at the same time, but you weren't given the opportunity to respond anything, not even a simple “mhm”, as Dottore used one hand to open your folds and leave you more exposed while the other momentarily rested on your crotch before sliding down again and placing itself on your soft clit.

Immediately, small flames of adrenaline and pleasure began to form in pools all over your body and concentrate in the middle of your legs, just below the doctor's hands that began to rub and circle that sensitive heap of nerves. In a matter of seconds your breathing became ragged and eyes tried to focus on anything other than Dottore's reds or his silhouette.

It was almost as if you should feel dirty, after all: he was doing his job as a doctor, and you were giving in to impulses that you knew how to control very well – or thought you did. But, his fingers were so good, had such insane control that they knew how much to press and yet made everything painless, purely pleasurable and euphoria-worthy.

And it got even worse when his other hand placed itself over your now completely wet entrance, but didn't venture to finish the job of crossing the ethical boundary and filling and massaging you from the inside. Only the others kept stroking your clit deftly.

“D-Dottore–,” it was the first time you had called him directly, no “sir” included, “Feelin' a–,” his fingers moved to a faster pace over your clit, you began to feel a puddle of anxiety and anticipation, it almost felt like a knot taking hold of the bottom of your belly, "P-Please, ‘nside me, your fingers, I–”

“Oh, my fingers? You mean those?” the fingers over your entrance pressed themselves against it, threatening to really get inside, “Want they inside you? Oh, sweetcheks, that wouldn't be appropriate, would it? I am your Doctor, after all, no?”

A small, mocking chuckle escaped his lips and just as the shame of having asked something so outrageous of him almost took hold of your body, you felt him slide his gloved fingers bathed in your slit inside, reaching deeper than your own could and making your eyes roll in pure pleasure; pleasure that almost made your orgasm erupt violently as soon as Dottore curved them against your sweetest, most sensitive internal spot.

Before you could stop yourself, several “Please” were escaping from your mouth and you didn't even know if you were begging Dottore to prolong your pleasure, make you cum faster, or simply end the situation soon. But regardless of what you wanted, your doctor gave you a climax as a gift, with his fingers moving in and out of your wet little hole and the others rubbing your now swollen clit.

In the end, he was right. You would no longer have to waste your precious time looking for doctors other than him.

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sunjakes · 1 year

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make a wish ; sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x gn!reader (feat. everyone else) genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff (also borderline suggestive?) warnings: intentional lowercase, established relationship, mentions of food and drinking alchohol, jake gets tipsy and a little handsy, allusions to suggestive content, not proofread word count: 1.5k a/n: happy new year! the mental image of jake being a giggly, touchy drunk makes me v happy and i felt the need to share this with y'all :>

you were elated when your boyfriend invited you to spend new years eve with him and his members. you had been dating for a while, and you considered yourself to be friends with the others, but you didn't get the chance to spend much time with them due to their constantly hectic schedules.

before you could even lift your hand to knock on the door to their dorms, it swings open and you see jake in front of you. the brightest smile appears on his face, and he instantly pulls you into a tight hug. gently rocking you two back and forth for a few moments, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling away, keeping his hands resting on your arms.

"i'm so glad you were able to make it, angel."

the way he gazes at you never fails to tinge your cheeks with a shade of pink. you smile in response, your hands laid against his chest. you two get lost in each other's eyes for a moment, not even feeling the need to say a single thing. you both simultaneously lean into each other, but a shouting voice stops you before your lips can touch.

"jake, just bring y/n in!! you're letting all the warm air out.."

the sudden complaint from jay startles you both, and jake sheepishly pulls away, taking a step back inside as he holds his hand out towards you. you take it, and he intertwines your fingers as he leads you into the dorm, shutting the door behind you. as you walk towards the main room, you smile again as you take in the way the boys decorated for their little celebration.

the decorated tree is still up from their christmas celebration the week prior, but there's now metallic streamers and balloons littered around the space. faint music is playing from a speaker by the couch, and there's various drinks and soda cans sitting on the table in the middle.

a chorus of your name being called out brings your attention to the six boys boys hovering throughout the kitchen and dining area, not so patiently waiting for jay to finish cooking. despite you and jake being hand in hand, heeseung makes his way over to you, bringing you into a gentle side hug. sunghoon gives you a welcoming nod, jungwon and sunoo smile at you brightly, and niki comes over to playfully mess up your hair. laughing at everyone's antics, you attempt to return your hair to its original resting position.

"we're really happy you were able to come over!"

jay pauses from cutting up various vegetables, turning around to look at you with a smile. you nod in a wordless response, and he goes back to cooking just as quickly as he had turned towards you. feeling jake's arm gently wrap its way around your waist in a back hug, you lean back against him and focus on the lively and family-like energy radiating throughout the house.

"y/n, come over here! let's play mario kart!!"

you turn your head to see niki in front of the television, holding up a game controller. you look back at jake and he faintly nods, letting you go. you press a kiss to his cheek before heading over to niki, grabbing one of the controllers from his hand with a smirk.

"oh, it's on, nishimura."

it feels like hours pass where you and niki sit on the floor, games being won in tandem by both you and the younger. jake stays seated on the couch behind you both, one hand gently making its way through your hair. as soon as jay calls out that the food was ready, niki pauses the game and shoots up from his spot on the floor, practically sprinting towards the kitchen. you and jake look at each other with a chuckle, his fingers intertwining with yours as you head to the table to go eat.

all of the members had their own unique excitedness about the upcoming year, and hearing them talk about their different hopes and plans filled you with a joy you swear you've never felt before. looking over, jake senses your change in demeanor and gently squeezes your knee from under the table. he gives you a loving smile when you look over at him, and you can't help but match his expression. after everyone finishes eating, insanity ensues as jake and his bandmates play a seven-way game of rock paper scissors to decide who's in charge of washing the dishes.

despite jake claiming himself to be a master of rock paper scissors, he ends up losing, much to everyone's delight. you decide to tag along and help him even though you didn't actually play with them, finding it the perfect opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend. however, you only seemed to serve as a distraction now that jake had drank a couple glasses of wine with you, heeseung, jay, and sunghoon during dinner.

the two of you had managed to finish about a third of the dishes sitting in the sink before you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, jake's lips placing feathery kisses along the nape of your neck and your shoulders. a shuddery breath leaves your lips, trying your hardest not to let his affection get to you in the moment.

"jake, what are you doing...? we aren't even halfway through the dishes yet.."

you question him in a whisper, not confident enough to speak any louder. without saying a single word, jake just continues to leave wet kisses along your shoulders and up to your neck, using just enough pressure to take your breath away but not enough to leave any deeply colored marks against your skin. you habitually lean back against his chest, completely giving in to his actions. jake decides to pull away from you after playfully tugging your earlobe between his teeth, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step back.

"i couldn't help myself, angel, you just look too beautiful like this~"

you could tell that jake wasn't sober by the lilt in his voice and the sudden boldness. typically, you wouldn't be against the attention he's giving you, but you had this underlying worry of any of the members walking into the kitchen to see you and jake in this position. you turn around to see a playful smile on his face, a quiet giggle leaving his lips as you step back towards him again. you press a chaste kiss to the side of his lips, and his hands instinctively make their way back to resting on your hips. placing your hands against his clothed stomach, you gently fiddle with the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. leaning in for another kiss, he whines softly when you pull away, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

"how about this waits until after the party, babe? then we can celebrate the new year however you want to~"

jake nods his head feverishly at your proposition, and you have to hold back a laugh at how quickly his guard had dropped. with a gentle tug to his shirt, you two go back to washing the dishes. the timing seems to work out perfectly as you and jake hear your names being called from the living room as you dry off the last plate.

"guys, hurry up, the countdown is starting soon!"

with an arm wrapped around your waist, you and jake make your way out to the main room. there was no space on the couch with how the members squeezed themselves together, so you two decided to stand behind them all, jake wrapping both of his arms around your middle. leaning back against his chest, you smile at the growing excited chatter from the boys in front of you as the clock slowly grows closer to hitting midnight.

as the countdown reaches 30 seconds, jake presses a gentle kiss to your temple and you decide to turn around in his arms, placing your hands against his chest like you had when you first arrived to the dorm. smiling down at you, jake leans closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his nose brush against yours.

"make a wish, my love~"

the moment the clock strikes midnight, you hear the members in front of you cheering as jake's lips press against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as you can manage. people outside were lighting off small fireworks, the flashes of color through the window only adding to the atmosphere. pulling away, you and jake had matching bright smiles on your faces. you rest your head against his shoulder, watching how jake's teammates all high five each other as the eight of you ring in a new year.

pressing a kiss to your hairline to get your attention, jake looks down at you with a playful grin. you cock your head to the side in feigned confusion, despite knowing exacty what words were about to leave his lips as he leans down to whisper in your ear with another soft giggle, causing you to roll your eyes.

"so, how about we head back to your place soon and have our own celebration? we can start crossing off our new year's resolutions~"

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XXIX. Puzzle piece

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Warning: Fluff. A bit of angst. Lots of kissing. Pet names. Dirty jokes. The usual curses. YnHoon calling eachother pervert.

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A big smile appeared on your face as you blocked your phone, Sunghoon always found a way to make you smile. Even though you were excited about the date, a little voice in your head kept telling you that it was a bad idea, he looked like he changed but you still didn't want him to hurt you again.

The memories from your old relationship with Sunghoon, the way he made you feel loved when you were together and the way he broke your heart kept you awake since the day he asked you out. You tried to ignore those thoughts, focusing on the person that he became and not the person that he used to be.

You heard a knock on your door, already knowing who it was. You opened the door, finding Sunghoon dressed with a buttoned up white shirt and black pants. His hair slicked back, making him look even better as he completed his outfit with silver jewelry.

“Hi sweetheart,” he mumbled, smirking at you as his eyes traveled all over your body, taking a few seconds as he admired your figure. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Hoon,” you smiled at him, stepping out of your bedroom and closing the door behind you, “You look amazing too.” The boy's cheeks turned pink as he slightly giggled.

“Heeseung isn't here yet, you think he knows what's going on here?” he asked, walking next to you as you both walked towards the main door, ready to leave the apartment.

“Well, I don't even know what's going on here…” you said lightheartedly, making him huff. “And he's pretty oblivious so I don't think he has a clue.” You finished, locking the main door before you both made it to the elevator.

“You don't?” he asked, looking down at you with a bitter taste in his mouth due to your joke.

“I mean… I don't know Hoon,” you shrugged, playing with your hands, “I'm excited about this but I also have mixed feelings because of our past.” You bit your lip nervously as you looked down.

“Hey…” the boy stepped in front of you, grabbing one of your hands as the other made its way up to your face. He placed his index on your chin, making you look up at him as he took his thumb to your cheek, caressing it gently. “Let's just forget about it and focus on the present, okay?” You felt the hurt in his voice and the way his lip was slightly trembling as he talked.

“I know it's hard but trust me, angel,” he leaned down, kissing your cheek softly before he whispered in your ear. “I promise I'll give you the best night ever and I won't ever hurt you again, princess.” You didn't know what to say, you just felt your heart racing as the doors opened. Sunghoon smiled at you, mumbling a soft 'let's go' as he pulled your hand, making you walk next to him before you both left the building.

Once you were in the boy's car, he smiled mischievously, noticing how quiet you got. “Cat got your tongue?” he teased, earning a weak punch on his arm.

“Where are we going?” you asked, ignoring him.

“Mm, well,” he chuckled, leaning closer to you and opening the glove compartment, taking a piece of cloth from it, “you'll see, I need you to wear this…” You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile.

“What? Are you joking?” you asked, trying not to laugh as your eyes went from his face to the white silky cloth.

“Yn, I want it to be a surprise,” he pouted at you, giving you his best puppy eyes. “and I don't think you'd be able to keep your eyes closed the whole time.”

“Alright!” you rolled your eyes, chuckling as you stole the blindfold from his hand, wrapping it around your eyes and smiling at him. “Happy?” you asked, pretending to sigh.

“You're the best,” he replied excitedly and pressed a soft peck on your cheek, making you blush. “You're gonna love it,” he mumbled, starting the car before he drove to your destination.

Around forty five minutes later, you were feeling butterflies in your stomach, not just because you didn't know where he was taking you but also because you were excited about your date with him. You heard him pulling over and getting out of the car. He opened the door for you, grabbing your hand as he helped you to get out.

“Can I take it off already?” you asked him with a slight pout. Sunghoon chuckled at your expression, wrapping his arm around your waist before he locked his car.

“No~” he cooed, “we're not there yet.” The boy guided you inside a building, you could tell from the difference of temperature. The next thing that you felt was a ding, “be careful,” Sunghoon said, confirming that you got on another elevator.

“Where are we?” you asked curiously, playing with one of his hands, making him smile widely.

“Shut up, we're almost there, baby girl,” he whispered in your ear. “I think you'll love it.”

After a few minutes, the elevator stopped on the right floor, Sunghoon guided you into the place. The boy moved behind you, untying the blindfold as he captured his lip between his teeth nervously. You kept your eyes closed as he put the piece of clothing in his pocket, “you can open your eyes now.” he whispered.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you saw it. The penthouse was still the same, it was decorated just like the night you met him, except for the table with candles and flowers right in the middle. You took your hand up to your mouth, covering it as you sighed, feeling your eyes getting blurry from the tears of happiness.

“Sunghoon?” you whispered, still shocked from his sweet gesture, “is this?” You wanted to say something but the words didn't want to come out of your mouth.

“Yes, this is the penthouse where we met,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as he placed his chin on your shoulder. “One of the best nights of my life,” he whispered in your ear.

You turned around, facing him. The boy's eyes were just as teary as yours but he was smiling. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly as you hid your face into his neck. “You're so amazing,” your voice cracked, “this is… I don't know what to say, it looks exactly the same.” Sunghoon nodded, holding you closer to him as he pressed a soft kiss on your head. “I saw a picture of it and I tried to recreate it, I'm assuming that you like it,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“This is so beautiful, Hoonie, thank you,” you whispered against his skin before pressing a soft kiss on his neck. The boy pulled away from you, looking down as he kept smiling.

“We should sit, I made your favourite food,” he took you to the table and you both sat down. The dinner was filled with his usual dad jokes, delicious food and drinks, laughter and lots of flirting. There was a spark in Sunghoon's eyes, the same spark that showed up every time he looked at you when you were still together.

You could feel his intense gaze as you talked about something random that happened during the last concert. The way he admired you even when you were rambling without making any sense due to your own excitement.

“Hoon, are you even listening?” you chuckled, tilting your head as you were now feeling the heat on your cheeks.

“Um, yeah,” he licked his lips, trying to get out of his trance, “you said something about Jake forgetting his underwear at the bar?” He tried to guess, making you laugh again.

“That was like five minutes ago, I'm talking about Heeseung,” you shook your head, pretending to be disappointed in him. “You didn't listen,” you pouted, trying to mess with him.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized, “it's just- you look so beautiful right now a-and I just got lost in your eyes and the way you talk.” You saw him blushing as he stuttered and tried to avoid your gaze.

“I was just messing with you,” you smiled at him. You noticed that his hand was still on the table, so you reached for it, taking him by surprise as you intertwined your fingers with his. “You're cute when you get nervous, you know.”

“I'm not nervous,” he chuckled, “well, just a little but it's definitely unrelated.” He squeezed your hand gently before he rubbed your hand with his thumb.

“Oh?” you frowned, watching him curiously, “why are you nervous, Hoonie?”

“I umm…” he took a deep breath, “I'm sorry, I truly want to apologize.” He mumbled, earning a confused look from you.

“Apologize? For what?” you had a slight suspicion of what he meant but you wanted to hear him.

“I want to apologize for everything,” his voice broke as the tears started running down his face. “I'm so sorry for hurting you, for what I told you the night that miss Kim kissed me. I'd never cheat on you, I was just mad because I felt like you didn't trust me.” he talked fast, sounding desperate and truly sorry.

“Wait, what do you mean she kissed you?” you asked whilst you started to feel your heart breaking as you watched him crying in front of you.

“She was so obsessed with me that she wanted to ruin our relationship… So she kissed me as soon as she saw you but I pushed her away and ran after you.” You could see the pain in his eyes as he talked. “That's what I tried to explain that day but then you said that and I just felt angry cause I thought you didn't trust me.”

You felt the tears threatening to fall, tears of relief and happiness with a hint of pain and remorse. “I was such an asshole and a bad boyfriend for getting mad at you when I should've been there for you, I should've hugged you.” He started to cry harder, making you burst into tears.

“I should've done something, I loved you so much and I never told you that, I never showed you how much you meant to me, yn,” you squeezed his hand, trying to show him some support while you couldn't talk. “I still love you.” His last words made you get up from your seat.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could as he buried his face in your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held onto you as he kept apologizing.

“Hoonie, baby, it's okay,” you brushed his soft locks with your fingers and kissed his head. “I was wrong too, I'm sorry for not letting you explain, sweetie.”

Sunghoon looked up at you, his nose was red, just like his eyes as he whispered. “But I got mad at you when you needed me, I was such a bad boyfriend.” You shook your head, still brushing his hair before you moved your hands to his cheeks, cupping them as you wiped his tears away with your thumbs.

“Hoonie, you were the best boyfriend I ever had, I'm sorry for not letting you explain and I'm sorry for hurting you as well.” you mumbled, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his.

“I don't deserve it but… can you forgive me?” He asks in the tiniest voice that he had.

“Of course I do, as long as you forgive me too,” you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on the boy's cheek.

“Yn… I still love you and- I- I'd love to try again, if you want me back of course.” he looked at you with a light pout.

“Of course I want you back, I missed you so much, my love.” you whispered, making him smile.

“Can I…?” he shyly asked.

“You've done it a lot of times and now you want to ask?” You replied teasingly, making him giggle before he captured your lips in a sweet kiss. You kissed him back as he pulled you down to sit on his lap. It was the sweetest kiss you ever shared, you could feel his love in every move and you made sure to put all your love in it as well.

Your hands went from his cheeks to his nape, where you played with his hair just the way he liked it, making him pull you closer to him as you kept making out. But this wasn't just another makeout session, this time, you both were taking your time, trying to demonstrate your feelings to each other with just a kiss.

After a few minutes, you finally pulled away, smiling at each other. You saw his lips, red and swollen, and you knew that yours were just the same or even worse. The kisses were cute and soft but Sunghoon was still a biter, just like you.

“You were right,” you whispered against his lips, “this is the best date ever.”

“Well, we aren't done yet,” he smiled softly and pecked your lips again. “Get up.” You obliged, completely oblivious from what was about to happen.

Sunghoon grabbed a microphone, smiling at you awkwardly before you heard the melody of Puzzle Piece by NCT Dream. You felt your heart skipping a beat when Sunghoon started to sing, his voice was so sweet and completely hypnotizing, he was amazing at it. The tears started to run down your cheeks pretty quick, ruining your makeup.

Sunghoon looked at you mesmerized as he sang the song with all his heart, meaning every word that came out of his mouth. When the song finished, he left the microphone whilst you ran the two meters that separated you, hugging his neck as you kept sobbing.

“I hate you, I spent like two hours in my makeup,” you joked, still touched by his gesture and amazed by his beautiful voice. “Your voice is so amazing, Sunghoon what the fuck? You're so good.” His cheeks get red as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Thanks, means a lot, especially coming from you, angel” he smiled softly, rubbing your back delicately.

“But you're so good, you should sing with us at the bar!” you exclaimed excitedly but the boy shook his head.

“No, there's a lot of people there, I don't know if I'd be able to,” he giggled nervously.

“Hoon, you're a model and a figure skater, you're literally famous!” you rolled your eyes playfully, “and I definitely know that you're not shy at all.” you winked at him, making him smirk as he nodded.

“Alright! Maybe I will…” he leaned down, kissing your lips softly just to shut you up. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss as you played with his hair. He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it before he completely pulled away. “You're so gorgeous, my angel.”

“No, I look like a mess, my makeup is ruined,” you pouted, earning another kiss from the figure skater.

“Shut up, you look beautiful,” he left a chaste kiss on your lips. “My pretty girl~” You felt one of his hands leaving your waist. He took his hand to his pocket, looking for something. He pulled his phone out, putting on a playlist and you instantly recognized the first song.

“Death of a Bachelor? Really?” you asked him as he pocketed his phone again before he shrugged.

“It's the song that made me fall for you that night,” he started dancing to the melody, keeping both hands on your waist.

“You're the cutest,” you smiled at him, following his steps.

“Not as cute as my pretty girl,” he smirked and leaned down to kiss your cheek, “you look even better like this.” He kept leaning until he was close enough to whisper in your ear, “next time I see you like this, it'll be because of my cock.” You punched his biceps playfully, making him laugh.

“You're such a pervert,” you whined. “We were having a cute date, dumbass!” you laughed with him, shaking your head.

“We're still having a cute date!” he exclaimed, smiling widely, he really enjoyed teasing you. “And if I'm not wrong, you're also a pervert so… it's fine!” you shook your head as you both kept laughing and dancing.

After a few hours, you were resting your head on his chest as he kept his chin on top of your head whilst you danced to a slow song. You felt comfortable and warm with your old love and you only left his arms once to fix your makeup.

“Are you tired, baby?” he asked softly, leaving a soft kiss on your hair.

“Mhm,” you nodded, “can we go home now?” you couldn't help it but yawn, making him yawn too.

“Of course, my love.” He pulled away from you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers before he took it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles before you both left the building.

It was around 2AM when you came back to your shared apartment. Sunghoon walked you to your bedroom door and kissed you one more time.

“Hope you sleep well, my pretty girl,” he tried to pull his hand away from yours but you didn't let him. Instead, you held his hand tighter as your free hand tugged on his wrist, pouting at him.

“Stay the night please,” you whispered, watching his mouth curve as he happily smiled.

“Sure!” he exclaimed, feeling shy at his sudden excitement, “if that's what you want, of course…” You laughed at him, trying to play cool when you knew he was just as excited as you.

“Let's go to sleep, ice prince.” You pulled him inside your bedroom before closing the door. You both got changed into your pajamas, both being Sunghoon's shirts that he lent you during the last months. You got in the covers, feeling Sunghoon's arm finding a comfortable place on your waist as you cuddled against him.

The figure skater stared into your eyes as he drew invisible patterns on the fabric, wishing that it was actually your skin. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“This is so nice…” he whispered, his eyes traveling to your lips. “I really missed this, I missed you.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with one hand.

“I missed you too,” you whispered before kissing him softly. He kissed you back, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he pulled you closer to his body. After a few minutes, you pulled away but that didn't stop him from leaving soft pecks on your lips, making you giggle. “Hoonie, let's go to sleep.”

“Alright,” he mumbled between kisses. “Just one last kiss,” he said, stealing another kiss before he pulled away, holding you closer until your nose brushed his neck.

“Hoon, what are you doing?” you laughed against his neck, making him shiver.

“I just want to keep you close and warm~” he pressed a soft kiss on your head.

“Okay, good night love.” You mumbled, nuzzling his neck and making him shiver again.

“Stop doing that, you know my neck is sensitive!” he whined, making you laugh.

“I'm sorry, but it's your fault for keeping me so close!” The boy rolled his eyes pretending to be annoyed when he was actually enjoying the whole situation before he yawned.

“Shut up, let's go to sleep,” he mumbled, smiling as he shut his eyes.

“Good night, Hoonie,” you whispered before you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The Other Monster - Part 3

Previous Chapter

Anti tries to foster some of Jameson's skills. Jamie goes looking for a friend. Marvin startles an unexpected visitor.

Warnings for references to imprisonment.

“Hold the string tight, Jameson.”

He grits his teeth together, staring down the line of his arrow. He hates shooting. He can't talk while shooting. And he wants to tell Anti that the new bow is too heavy.

“Hold it back,” Anti repeats.

Jameson gives him a look, eyes watering.

“Don't cry til you've shot it,” Anti tells him, sharper than Jameson anticipates. He sucks in a breath and turns his gaze back to his target. “You're ready? Fire.”

Jameson lets the string go with relief, enough that he lowers the bow too soon, and his arrow skips off into the grass cheerfully.

Anti snorts in a way Jameson doesn't quite like. He scowls and kicks Anti's thigh where he's kneeling beside him in the grass.

“You can do better,” says Anti dismissively.

“It's too heavy, Anti! I want my old bow.”

“If you're going to be eleven, you need a bigger bow.”

“You only ever get me weapons for my birthday.”

“Your arm must grow stronger with every year.”

“Can't you wait til I hit a growth spurt?”

“If I waited for that, we might never move past your first bow.”

Jameson kicks him again, harder, this time, and Anti grabs his foot, throwing him off balance and landing him on his butt. Jameson lashes back with his fists, and Anti starts laughing, patiently catching the blows.

“Don't be such a baby.”

Jameson sighs emphatically and flops into the grass, letting his bow drop. “Can't we be done for today?”

“Go get your arrows and shoot through a quiver again.”

“Anti...”

“Don't be a spoiled princeling,” Anti returns. “You are a son of warriors, no matter how far back in your lineage. Even your detestable father can cut down men twice his size with fervor.”

It's unusual for Anti to mention the King of the Grey Isles. Jameson looks up at him, frowning, and Anti seems to calm, letting out a breath. “I only mean, if you want to be treated more like an adult, you must practice to be one.”

“My father is really a great warrior?”

Anti's gaze turns stormy, glancing out across their courtyard. “A talent he has used in many needless wars.”

“Surely you've killed more people than my father.”

Anti laughs in a way that Jameson hates, has always hated, this pitching, wild laugh that sets his hair standing up. “Maybe I have. Maybe some of them did not even deserve it. But I've never set fire to whole villages or cut down unarmed women, either.”

Jameson feels a cold wind crawl over him. He stares down at his bow, discarded in the grass.

“That is why you must be king instead, soon as you are eighteen,” says Anti, softer. “And why you must be able to defend yourself against men like him. He put his hands on you too many times already – ”

“Never again,” Jameson finishes. They've said it many times before.

Still, as he goes to get his arrows, he wonders about his father. He did put his hands on him, it's true, and he remembers being scared of that dark shadow in his memory. But he also remembers the warm, fiery smell of his father. And how sometimes he would put him on his lap and hold him until he fell asleep. His beard scratched against Jameson's face, and he had big, rough palms that could fit Jamie's whole hand against them. Mom would come over and kiss them both good night. She smelled like linens and sometimes her horse.

“Faster,” calls Anti shamelessly.

“You could help,” Jameson tries to sign, but he ends up spilling his arrows instead, and Anti laughs when he sighs.

He finishes shooting with better focus and better results, and Anti seems satisfied, sitting back and watching him loose arrows until his fingers smart. His brother pats his shoulder. “Okay. You're done for the day.”

“Thank goodness.”

“Don't be spoiled. You're very lucky to be educated. No one ever taught me – ”

“About the world or anything.” Jameson finishes his sentence again.

Anti flicks him in the forehead. “Don't be a brat,” he says, but it's fond. Jameson pretends to try and bite him and Anti laughs.

“Now can I go across the way to the other keep?”

“The one to the east?”

“Abby might be home from her visit to the South.”

“That's right, she was gone all summer, wasn't she? Alright, you can take Bertrand. But Jameson, you know the rules.”

Of course he knows the rules he's been told a thousand times. Tell no one your name or lineage, tell no one about Anti's appearance, work, or secrecy, do not engage with adults, always keep your knife on you, always tell Anti if someone makes you uncomfortable, walk away if they start saying something inappropriate, observe children before you try to befriend them, always be home before sunset, always – is it normal to have so many?

“You should play only with Abby,” Anti tells him. “I have heard of strange goings-on at that fortress over the last month. And even Abby could one day ask you for something she shouldn't, so just – ”

“Anti,” Jameson says, managing to make the sign drawn out enough to be begging. “Please just let me go see the one kid who treats me like I'm normal without all this worry.”

Anti's mouth purses, usually in a way that means he's going to insist, Jameson, your safety is the most important thing and you never know, etc, but today, he drops it. Thank goodness.

“Just take care,” says Anti, leaning down to kiss his head.

“Yes, Anti.”

He's all but skipping by the time he gets to the stables. He doesn't exactly have a crush on Abby, but she is nice, and if she wanted to marry him someday, he thinks that would be alright. She's one year younger than him and her face has a big scar, so she says the other kids are not always kind. Maybe that's why she took the time to make friends with him even though he can't talk. He and Anti are so secretive already that it's not easy to find other kids to play with, and when he does, he feels lucky if they even let him tag along. Finding someone who cares at all that he's trying to communicate is hard. It makes him feel bad in a way that's different from everything else in his life, but he doesn't know how to tell Anti about it. If Anti found out about the way some of the older boys have treated him, he might really just kill them.

So Abby is special. And she's been away for a whole three months!

He swings onto Bertrand and whistles warmly at him. His pony nickers back. He's getting to be an old man now, but Jameson wouldn't want another horse, even one so fine as White Bird, who puffs at them both as they head off towards the keep several acres away from their own. Abby's father is a lord, a real one, not the sort like him and Anti who are still waiting for their birthright.

Anyway, he's pretty sure Anti stole their keep from someone else.

As he crests the hill that looks down upon the fortress, he finds the whole castle bustling with life, and his heart leaps up. She must be home! Unlike him and Anti, the Lord of this keep has dozens of servants, guards, and friends always visiting. Jameson leads Bertrand down towards the back of the keep. The whole place is gated and guarded, but there's a spot with a broken piece of fencing where he used to sneak in to play with Abby, in the middle of the untamed tall grasses and prickly bushes which grow on both sides of the back gate. It's even more thickly grown after Abby's family's absence, and Jameson can't slink through the bushes, trees, and scratchy grass without some small scratches. He does find strawberries, though, pausing for a minute to pop some in his mouth and his pocket.

It's as he's pushing through the thicket towards the one broken rail of the fence that he finds someone who is not Abby.

Jameson stops short.

At that broken rail, a man is bent in half, his head against his knees, crying in whimpers. One hand clenches the rail, while the other hand has fallen limply into its gap – a gap only small enough for a child. A grown-up could never get through there.

Was he trying to?

Jameson takes a step forward.

The man's head snaps up, his eyes wide, and Jameson rears back.

He's so beautiful.

Jameson knows what beauty is in a person, and not the metaphysical kind. The most beautiful person in the world is the one who raised him, the one who nursed him through the loss of his voice, the one who protects and feeds and clothes him, who saved him from the rest of their family. Anti is beautiful and Jameson has always known that. Despite his older brother's anxiety about it – the untold fears that accompany it, of which he will not speak – Jameson has always enjoyed the sight of him. Late at night, when Anti is asleep, he sometimes finds himself awake just admiring him, wondering if he'll look like Anti too when he's grown. When you are ten years old, there is no pride or arrogance or lust to thinking you or anyone else is beautiful. It is just a fact of Anti, and so it is something Jameson loves about him.

This man is beautiful in a different way. He glitters, with jewelry and his own otherworldly light, and his face is so pretty he could have been painted into existence by someone who loved him very much. Maybe his mommy, Jameson thinks. When she imagined what her baby would look like, she must have seen him so clearly he came true with all her love imprinted on him, so everyone else would love him too. Did his mommy do that for Anti? Did she imagine him so stunning and proud that he came into the world with emeralds in his hair?

"What do you want?" snarls the stranger, cutting through his fascination. "Come to stare?"

Jameson recoils, stepping back several paces and almost falling on his butt. No, he would never have come to stare at someone! Quickly, he puts his hands over his eyes.

There's a long moment. Jameson listens carefully for the man to yell that there's an intruder and - and what? Will he hurt him? Anti's always so furious at the thought of anyone seeing him. Would he hurt another kid if he happened to see him hiding in the garden?

Why is he hiding in the garden?

The stranger never moves. After a long moment, Jameson hears a low, shaking exhale, and then another. Is he... laughing?

"You don't have to cover your eyes," he says, and Jameson peeks through his hands.

It's the blue hair that stands out first, but his eyes seem to grow deeper the longer Jameson looks at him. There is an impossible sort of endlessness to him, like an ocean he could sink into without drowning for all eternity. And he is looking right at JJ.

The Monster is looking right at JJ.

He's smiling faintly at him now, though he's tucked himself mostly behind one of the bushes, and pulled his hair back from his face. Jameson waves timidly.

"You didn't come to find me?" the Monster asks.

Jameson shakes his head.

"Sorry to scare you. Sometimes people like to look at me. I find it rude to make me their entertainment. But I didn't see how little you are. Come here.”

Thank goodness, he's not in trouble. He comes a few paces forward and sits down across from the Monster, brushing twigs from his hair. His mind is still trying to catch up with what he's seeing, what it means – a real other Monster! Anti told him they were so rare. Does it mean something, this one being here now?

"What's your name?" asks the Monster.

Jameson's mouth twists. Sometimes he carries parchment and graphite for an emergency, but he left them with Bertrand. He shrugs at the Monster, who tilts his head at him.

"Are you taken aback? Haven't you heard of Monsters before?"

Jameson nods quickly.

"Oh, definitely, huh?" The Monster laughs with more certainty.

Wow, he's pretty. The eyes are an even deeper blue than the hair, framed in long lashes. Jameson's never seen another Monster than Anti. He didn't realize they would be beautiful in different ways. This one is all grace, fluidity, like he could float into the air if he wanted, with none of Anti's sharp edges and cutting looks. He always thought that if Anti walked down the street in full view, everyone would be frozen, terrified of him, like when you can't pull your eyes away from an explosion or a tsunami.

But if this Monster walked down the road, people would kiss his hand and rain him in compliments. They'd try to give him fine jewelry and he'd just laugh, Jameson thinks, a soft and glittering sound.

"Well, you seem like the sort of young man who can keep secrets," says the Monster, and Jameson nods firmly. He is a young man, and he can definitely keep secrets. "Good. Don't tell anyone I hide back here sometimes, okay? I need my alone time when I'm allowed out on the grounds."

Jameson frowns. Allowed? He scoots forward and tugs on the bars of the fence, tilting his head at the Monster. He wishes he could ask why he was crying.

The Monster swallows, eyes flickering over the bars, but then he puts his smile back on. "Don't you worry about that, my dear. I'll... I'll be gone when it's time to be gone."

It's not a particularly satisfying answer to why a grown man has shoved himself beneath the brambles to sit, alone, against the one broken rail of the fence, but it's not like Jameson can ask further questions. He reaches into his pocket to get out the strawberries he brought for Abby. He wonders if she's here too, or if she knows who this Monster is. He holds his sticky hand out to the Monster.

"Oh," he says. "Are you sure? For me?"

Jameson nods and pokes a strawberry through the gate. This time, when the Monster smiles at him, it's a real smile, and it almost makes him breathless.

"Thanks," says the Monster, softly.

Jameson nods and steps back. Really, it's wonderful that there's another Monster here. Maybe Anti could finally have a real friend. And then he might leave the keep sometime, and maybe feel less angry.

A shout from the direction of the keep makes them both turn their heads, and the Monster gets on his knees, eyes wide again. His hand reaches out to grip that broken rail – and then it flexes, shivers, releases.

“Fabian!” Jameson hears someone shouting, far off. “Fabian!”

The Monster swallows and looks back at Jameson. “I should go. You need to too, okay? Listen, honey, don't come back around this way. It's – it's not a place for kids. You'll get scratches. Go home. Before... before... just best to head home, okay?”

Jameson shakes his head, suddenly nervous. He has a sensation that reminds him a little of Anti when he's stressed. It's this... twisting in his stomach, but the feeling isn't his own worry. It sits in his mouth and tastes like too much sugar. Enough to make him want to gag.

“Darling,” says the Monster, with this frail, distant laugh. He reaches through the rails of the fence, and Jameson, driven by some instinct he didn't know he had, touches his hand.

Fabian squeezes his fingers. “Thanks for the strawberry. Now go on, okay? Go be a kid. It never lasts long enough, I'll tell you that for free.”

“Fabian!” comes the yell again, closer.

“Bye,” Fabian says, and he ducks away, squeezing himself through the bushes. He must have fought through scrapes and torn clothes to get back here. Must have ducked low or crawled at places, just to sit along the fence. Jameson wonders if he left strands of blue hair in the bushes.

Jamie walks back towards Bertrand, his thoughts and his heart racing each other. This is wonderful! This is terrible. Is it, but why? It seems scary. It seems exciting. Where's Abby? Why is there a Monster there? Was there one always living there, and that was his secret hiding spot? Jameson found him all on his own!

“I have to tell Anti!” he signs to Bertrand, all but leaping onto his back. “I have to tell him I met a – ”

Oh, no.

He was not supposed to engage with adults.

That was a stranger! He was so excited to meet a Monster he forgot all about his rules. He was supposed to be cautious and in control like Anti's always taught him. Will he be in trouble for letting the Monster talk to him and call him pet names? What if Anti doesn't let him come back and see Abby or the other Monster after this? What if he keeps Jameson inside all fall as punishment?

By the time he gets back home, Jameson is thinking things through as carefully as he can. He stops at Anti's study on the way up to his room, knocking on the door. Anti gets up to unlock it.

“Hey, Jay,” says Anti.

His brother looks so worn again that it wipes half of Jameson's distraction back out the door. He blinks at Anti, who seems to realize he's worried him; he stands up straighter and touches Jameson's head.

“How was Abby doing?”

There's some other feeling, too, not just the weariness. Jameson looks up at his brother, trying to place that sensation. It reminds him of charcoal and boiling water. Anti's frustrated. Jameson doesn't know how he knows, but he knows.

“She was great,” he says, and Anti nods at him and suggests he go have dinner before it gets too late.

#graceling au

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TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 7 (FINALE)

Happy 13K reads! Thank you so much everyone!

Btw, this is the chapter where I really did my best to explain everything what happened in the MV from my own created story even though I admit that I honestly suck at explaining. Some of these didn't "that" happened accurately but serves as it's symbolism instead. Honestly I wanted to add more pictures to show what part am I telling but I remember that Wattpad has its own picture limit in a chapter.

So yeah, I hope that this will still end up as a nice ending to give for you readers then.

Enjoy!

Previously on "Doughnut" PART 6...

You hummed in response, agreeing to what she said. YN: "And I'll be staying here for tonight like what I said."

Jihyo: "That's great! Atleast you finally went true to your words.", she said, smiling smugly.

YN: "Hey, that sounded like I am more recognizable at being a liar huh?", you remarked at her sarcasm towards you.

Seulgi: "Isn't that true anyways?", your cousin playfully sided with Jihyo, making your situation a 2v1 and a very unfair to your part since you are being outnumbered.

YN: "I hate you, noona.", you glared at her.

Seulgi: "And I love you too, couz.", she smiled widely and pinched you in the cheek, making you groan in annoyance.

Jihyo: "That look definitely tells a lot of horrible story behind there.", she said as she pointed at your pair of eyes with her index and middle finger.

YN: ""You're correct, and don't worry... I'll get my revenge regardless," you smirked. "All right, here's your lunch I bought for you," you said, handing her the take-out chicken donburi from Momo's restaurant. She thanked you as you eventually made your way inside, removed your shoes, and shut the door to begin spending your night with them.

The planned movie night you had with your cousin Seulgi and bestfriend Jihyo just finished when the end credits for the second film rolled.

Jihyo assisted Seulgi in cleaning the dishes as you went outside to get some fresh air and fix the area where you and Jihyo will spend the rest of your spare time together.

Seulgi was wiping the plates with a cloth when she called Jihyo, who was taken aback by the sudden call from her bestfriend and sister-figure.

"Jihyo," she called out, her gaze fixed on her task.

"Oh, unnie?", Jihyo side glanced at her.

"You're ready to do it?", Seulgi asked. Jihyo's face dropped a bit, knowing what her unnie is referring at.

"I am, unnie. I have to.", Jihyo said, stopping at washing the dishes to heave a sigh.

"Uhh, I heard something from YN a while ago back at the resto.", Seulgi said, she stopped too at what she's doing to focus more on their conversation.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Jihyo, you ain't the only one who'll confess to him. In fact, there were actually many women that are way ahead now of you. Seven, to be exact.", Seulgi said. Jihyo's eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise.

"How did he said that to you?"

"He was actually asking for my help about how he's going to pick one of these friends of his who share their true feelings for him.", she said, recalling what happened back then at the restaurant where she had dinner with you.

"I just told him that he has to do again what he did before on how to get a girlfriend. Be aware too that he also mentioned that her three exes before Ryujin were all after him now too.", she continued. Jihyo's lips were curving downwards the more her unnie speaks.

"You wanna know why I'm telling this to you now, I just wanna know if still despite after all this... would you still be able to continue what you're planning to do?", Seulgi asked Jihyo concernly, leaning her face a bit closer.

"Knowing that I have many contenders for YN's heart this time? I... I don't know noona.", Jihyo shook her head. "I'm actually thinking right now if he already decided and it makes me scared. I guess... I'm already too late again.", Jihyo sighed heavily.

"Maybe he is or maybe he isn't yet, why don't you still try?", Seulgi said, pinpointing her advice for the younger. "Jihyo, think about this. Unlike before, YN is free now. Setting aside all these women who are chasing for YN, you know you have an opportunity this time.", Seulgi said, stepping closer at Jihyo and joined her to lean their back at the edge of the sink while standing.

"So why don't you still try, hmm? Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky.", Seulgi shrugged. Her arms then went on to wrap around Jihyo's arm and grab her left arm, shaking her body lightly like as if she's rocking her.

"I just want to boost your confidence more, Jihyo. I didn't meant to scare you but I just want you to realize more that you must not let this one pass when the chance is now here. But I'm not forc-", Seulgi's words of advice were cut short when they heard your voice shouting from the outside, which they kinda both cringed because you weren't aware that it's midnight already and all the neighbors are probably comfortably sleeping right now for them to be disturbed by your loud voice.

"Jihyo, I'll get set up the blankets outside, just come here if you and noona are done there!"

"O-okay, YN!", Jihyo just decided to shout back instead since her words she'll about to say are just short. She looked back at Seulgi after. " I-I'll still do it, noona. You're right.", she nodded. "What I'm doing here is for him and only him anyways. I must not get bothered at anyone."

"Goodluck, Jihyo.", Seulgi said, patting her shoulder to support the younger.

"Thank you, noona.", Jihyo gave a flat smile in return for her unnie's help.

(AT THE BACKYARD)

"When was the last time we went stargazing together?" you asked Jihyo, your gaze fixed on the telescope you held in front of your eyes to examine the stars above.

You and Jihyo were both resting down on the blanket you had spread out on the lawn, with beverages and midnight snacks on your sides.

It was a relief when you spoke since Jihyo was plainly drowning out in her thoughts about what she and Seulgi had just talked about a while ago while staring up above like you, so your abrupt voice helped her snap out of it."I-I don't remember much, honestly. But I'm pretty sure it's when we were back at college days. 2nd year, I guess?", Jihyo responded, shrugging.

"Pretty long time, then.", you said. "Wow, well, it's great that we're doing this again, and the night is with us right now; so many stars tonight," you said as you withdrew the telescope from your eyes and handed it to Jihyo. You then took your bag of chips and picked a piece to eat.

"There's definitely a constellation formed along with those," you said, pointing to a spot of the sky where you noticed one. "It's a Cassiopeia one if i'm not mistaken", Jihyo then followed the direction of your finger you used to point out the spot.

"You know that whatever it may be, that won't still change the fact that they'll be all sparkly beautiful. They'll always be such a sight to see.", she said. You agreed with a hum.

"How are you doing these days, Ji?"

"Doing well, schedules keep piling up, but with the support of my lovely staffs, I can still finish it all off and call it a day," she replied, setting the telescope aside to fetch her own snacks. "You?"

"Same, but it's kind of a bit... confusing to me too at some point."

"Something bothering you?"

"Yeah"

"What is it then?"

"Love," you replied. Jihyo just stopped and glanced at your side profile after you chewed some potato chips. What she had heard from her Seulgi unnie earlier began to play back quicker in her thoughts.

"You know, I'm hoping that just staring at the stars will assist me with my problem," you said, your gaze fixed on the night sky. "That... I'm hoping it'll give me an answer about who can make my heart beat in an unexpected way again."

"You're suffering," Jihyo simply said what you were trying to say.

"Yeah.", you nodded.

"That you can't determine whether one of those women who poured their secrets of admiration for you would be the lucky one to get picked, doesn't it?" she rapidly replied, prompting you to turn your head to the side and face her with your puzzled expression.

"H-how did you know?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. You just stared at her for a few more seconds since Jihyo wasn't replying until you realized what gave her the idea. "Aish, Seulgi," you said with a shake of your head.

"But, yes... you're correct."

"That's what me and Seulgi unnie discussed while you're preparing here," Jihyo said. As she moved her head away from you, the volume of her voice decreased.

"Why did you guys talk about it? Why did Seulgi-noona say that to you?" you asked. You then reached for your can of soda and sipped it, but what made you finish taking a sip wasn't satisfaction; it was the sound of her sniffing.

You hurriedly dropped your Coke can and sat up, tugging her arm back up with you. Jihyo is still covering her face as her sniffs became stronger, now accompanied by her cries.

"Jihyo, why are you crying? What is it?", you asked Jihyo worriedly while you stroke her hair to ease her off.

"B-because...", Jihyo tried to speak between the heavy breaths she's takinh while sobbing.

"Because what?"

"I... I planned something for you today, and the right time for me to do it was you and I alone together in a sky full of sparkling stars scattered around us," Jihyo began slowly, but you patiently listened to her.

"But I didn't know that I was late. Again. I'm too late already.", her sob went back again from being loud. Your concern for her grew as you approached the moment where you were about to understand what she was attempting to tell you.

"Too late for what, Jihyo?"

"...to tell you how much I love you," she said. It caused you to pause in your soothing her for a moment as what you heard from her took you completely by surprise, leaving you staring at her in awe of what she said.

You're not even sure whether you're hearing things correctly since... Park Jihyo, whom you have called and treated as a bestfriend and similar to a little sister from childhood, is... in love with you?

As you're still in amazement over what you just learnt from her tonight, a flood of questions began to run through your thoughts.

You'd had this many times in the previous few weeks, but her personal confession literally stunned you to your core because... She's the one you didn't see coming.

She was completely out of your mind when it came to your love dilemma since you assumed she was far away from it. That she's like Seulgi in that you look up at her as if she's your own sibling.

But no.

Jihyo is looking at you in other way around.

"Are you serious, Ji? W-when... I don't know... How?" you asked, both perplexed and intrigued. You were just sitting alongside her, motionless, while you watched Jihyo sob beside you.

"It had been going on for a very long time now actually, I wasn't aware of it back in our childhood days but it helped me realize when you had Nayeon while we were in college at that time," she added, recalling memories she shared with you during your first and second years of college.

"I felt something different, something unique, something interesting inside me that instead of feeling good as a supportive friend, it went backwards," she continued, flashbacks continuing. "Perhaps I was born to be an idol, since I already knew how to act appropriately at that time, as if I wasn't hurting anytime you're with her, and it still won't stop until the present," she remarked as she gathered all the moments she observed where you and Nayeon are alone together... or even when she's standing right next to you.

She also included the one in which you and Nayeon hugged in the dancing studio. At the time, she felt like her heart was exploding in pain.

"But... you had a boyfriend, right? How can you still be in love with me?" you questioned, puzzled, remembering how she stayed in love with you over the years despite having a past relationship with someone. "How does it-," your quick questions were cut short when Jihyo spoke out.

"About me and Daniel before? We were separated because we both realized we were falling out of love with one other now," she stated further, eagerly elaborating on your concerns. "Like him, I just know I'm more interested in someone else again, and that's you," she said, her eyes reddened from the tears that streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall.

"After all this time, i'm still into you.", she said as she started to wipe away the stains of tears away from her face.

"I know that there's other woman like me who wants to steal your heart away these days but I don't care anymore.", she said, shaking her head. "I waited for so many years already but I kept on being held back by the world."

"Now that I figured out that I finally have my chance here I shouldn't waste, I'm going to take it no matter what. No one can stop in my way this time, even if I'm already late again... but it sure does better than never.", she said, her tone of voice suddenly changed into a competitive, motivated and confident one as you can feel the emotion of the words she's saying. All you can do was to just continously watch her in awe.

"So, YN... I hope it'll made you finally ease your mind on deciding after this, and I hope it's because of me.", she said and the next things just came over to you like a flash of a light.

Jihyo then pushed herself between you and her, raising her body to match your face with hers and match your lips in a heart-pounding kiss.

It didn't take a minute, but it felt like hours as you felt Jihyo's plump lips crashing and grinding against yours, as if she was enjoying the flavor of your own and combining it with the heat of her love for you.

She made a slight popping sound as she slowly freed her lips from locking onto yours. At that intense and rough moment, both of you breathed heavily.

When she realized what she's done as she got right back from consciousness, her eyes widened after she looked again at you.

"S-sorry... I-I should go to sleep now, YN.", she said as stood up quickly from her feet.

"W-wait, Jihyo.", you tried to stop her but she just ignored you when she stood back up from her feet.

"Bye, YN. Goodnight.", she said while taking away her eyes off you.

"Wait!", you tried to call her again but she didn't minded it still as she returned back from the house, running away from you who just got left out alone in the backyard, now became speechless after what you just had with her tonight.

(THE NEXT DAY / MORNING)

You just had breakfast with Seulgi and Jihyo, which was embarrassing and cringe-worthy because you were seated next to your bestfriend, but you just had a very deep passionate kiss after that mind-blowing confession you received from her the night before.

You were ready to assist Seulgi in cleaning the dishes when Seulgi stopped you from taking up the plates from the table one by one.

"I'll take care of the dishes. You go to her, now."

"W-what?"

"Do you really think I won't notice what's going on at the table?" Seulgi said bluntly, lifting an eyebrow and crossing her arms. "God, the awkwardness was awfully uncomfortable, YN!" she groaned, her jaw clenched.

"So you knew she'll confess too yesterday?" you asked, remembering Jihyo telling you about her chat with Seulgi before she went stargazing with you.

"Y-yeah, she told me. Way before we head to dinner at your friend Momo's resto.", she revealed. "What happened, by the way? Did something go wrong?" she asked. Seulgi has no idea what transpired after Jihyo's confession because she fell asleep in her own room afterward. She truly wanted to observe what was going on, but her exhaustion from the day before took over.

"I don't know actually. How it ends was either good or bad. But I'm going to hold the responsibility for it. I was the one who didn't say anything about what she told me.", you said, feeling guilty for what you did that might caused also Jihyo to run away in shame from you.

"And why is that?"

"Noona w-we... we kissed.", you said as you pointed your lips twice.

"WHAT?!", Seulgi exclaimed in shock.

"Shhhh!!!", you quickly covered her mouth to make her shut up immediately. You gestured one more to make her silent and thankfully she followed.

"Okay, okay," she murmured, pushing your hand away from her. "Oh, that's why... well, she's upstairs, you can take your turn to talk about it now," she remarked, looking up at the stairs leading to the next floor above.

"I'll do it," you said, nodding. Seulgi returned your nod, and you proceeded upstairs to her room. You stood in front of her door and knocked twice to get her attention from inside.

"Jihyo, it's YN, can you let me in?" you said cautiously. Jihyo answered the door after a brief delay, but her head was down and she avoided looking at you.

"Hey, YN. W-what is it?", she said, stuttering. You can her the nervousness and fear on her voice.

"I wanted to talk about yesterday, please.", you begged softly. Gladly, she accepts as she responded with the answer you wanted to have in return.

"O-oh... all right, come in," she said. Jihyo cleared the way for you to enter. She was going to close the doors when you stopped her.

"There's no need to lock the doors, noona knows," you said. Jihyo understands it with a faint gasp. "I'll exit right after this anyhow, so... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for having you wait," you stated as you began to plan your meeting with her for today. Jihyo's face was still hidden from you.

"I'm sure you were sending me some clues about how much you actually care for me after all this time, but I just completely ignored it since I wasn't paying close enough attention to you," you said. "And I appreciate that you finally had the confidence to speak out about it, but the kiss you gave..."

"Are you upset about it?" she asked, interrupting you. You caught a sight of her shaking hands. Now that you know she's probably afraid about confronting you because of what she did yesterday, all you wanted to do was comfort her, so you took a step forward to get closer to her.

"No. I swear, I am not, Jihyo. If that's why you're avoiding me this morning then you're thinking wrong.", you said, correcting her. "It just went... really out of nowhere for me.", you shrugged.

"S-sorry if I took advantage of your unawareness," Jihyo replied as she slowly raised her head to meet your gaze. Her expression was unhappy, and your perspective had shifted because Jihyo was looking so adorable that you just wanted to cheer her up.

"It's alright, Jihyo," you assured her. You seized the initiative to bring her into yours, widening both of your arms and gently surrounding it on her body, sealing her into your comfortable embrace. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Ji, and I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long," you explained. Jihyo flushed hotly at your physical contact against hers, a bittersweet sense lurking behind her lovely grin.

She's happy that she gets to have such intimacy after she presented to you her love while also sad about that she knows she only has a less possibility that she will succeed on creating a romantic relationship with you in the future.

(3 DAYS LATER)

You were sitting quietly in one of the back seats of your doughnut shop when your manager approached you.

"You ain't usually like this, boss," Bang Chan said after setting his phone on the table and taking the seat in front of you.

"H-huh?" you said anxiously when he surprised you.

"Setting yourself apart from everyone, then stay silent with your gaze as deep as your thoughts to focus, this isn't the typical you, boss," he remarked, clasping both of his hands as he faced you.

"You noticed?"

"Not just me, but them," he replied, gesturing to the rest of your staff who were working around the shop behind him. "We couldn't even talk to you properly for the majority of the time earlier since you seemed like you were zoning out, so sure, I'm here to confirm our guesses."

"Yeah, you're right," you said, feeling awful about what he said. "I'm thinking about something-no-someone right now," you said, changing the phrase to something more specific.

"Is that so? Then who causes you to become so disconnected from reality?" he asked, shaking his hand as if tracing you up and down.

"So I spent some time with them over the last few days," you explained. Bang Chan already knew what you meant when you said "them," so he adjusted his seating posture and listened to you more intently since he knew this was going to get interesting.

You've already informed Bang Chan about your "harem" situation. Bang Chan, like Seulgi, was either impressed or found it hilarious to hear that your looks could actually make many ladies fall in love with you at the same moment.

But he is also concerned since he knows her stepsister is one of those women who is attached to you and is also his friend and boss.

"I already expected from some that they'll pull off some moves towards me to impress, and they did... they really did. It's just... it wasn't enough yet.", you said, wincing at your struggle with your chosen words a bit.

"Wasn't enough? Like how?", Bang Chan asked, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

"For my heart.", you simply said. "I mean what they're doing wasn't enough to reawaken this familiar feeling I used to get before to my past relationships.", you said, still showcasing the troubled self of yours. "But... there was an exception among them..."

"And who is this one?", Bang Chan asked as it piqued her interest.

"Her name's Jihyo. I- she... she is my bestfriend for more than a decade now.", you answered as you also starting to introduce Jihyo at him too. Although, Bang Chan's expression along with his heart dropped a little when he heard that but still he remained to try and become fine on front of you.

"Was that the short haired girl who came here in the shop and covered your eyes while she hides at your back?"

"Yeah, that's her.", you chuckled. "Since when we were kids we already built a friendship together. Turns out, throughout most of our time we spent together... I didn't realize that the way how she sees me as a friend became more than that. She's been stuck into a one-sided love for many years already.", you shared, releasing a sigh.

"What makes her differ from the rest though?"

"I don't know it's just... she wasn't even trying but she easily... gets me.", you said, gesturing your hand like you're grabbing in front of the middle of your chest. "I guess because I'm too connected with her. Ever since that night when we... uhh...kissed....", you removed your sight away from Chan in embarassment when you said that.

"YOU KISSED?"

"She did it first!"

"And you let her?"

"I didn't know she will do it okay?", you defensed again, stating your side. "It was too fast. It happened to some too but... I'm even more affected to hers.", you said, groaning as you feel confused and troubled again.

"I still can't get out of my head., along with my entire memories being with her.", you placed both your hands to hold each side of your head. "I started to act strange when I'm with her, I became even more excited, I got easily disappointed when our time was over and what's even worse is that I can keep on complimenting her mostly about how beautiful she is and all of it makes me go crazy up until now."

"She's... Jihyo is the only one occupying my mind right now, Chan," you completed your explanation by summarizing all you had just told him.

"You sound completely in love," Bang Chan joked, rolling his eyes. "Are you saying that-" he was going to say when you cut him off in the middle of his sentence because you know what he's about to say.

"I guess I am... because I know what will happen when I have this," you said, pointing to the top of the table. Bang Chan responded with a hum. "I can't deny it no matter how hard I try; I've gone through this before, and trust me, it's inevitable."

"I... my heart is betting for Jihyo right now as from what I could describe.", you shrugged.

"But YN... I don't want to burst your bubble but... are you really sure about what you feel for her?", he asked after waving his hands off to emphasize how he doesn't intentionally want to destroy your rainbow-ish story with Jihyo. "We all know love is complicated and you're experienced already about these things but.. about what you told me that you found out that she's grown affection towards you for so long, are you sure you love for her was true or it's just because you feel pity for her and you just wanted to end it?", he asked for clarification.

" I do feel sorry for but I'm sure with this, Chan.", you answered with all tough. "I experienced this before and my empathy for her was way behind my reasons how I do fell in love with Jihyo."

"I say... it was more than a help for me not just an excuse, and she was right.", you said, your voice going lower in volume as you end. "She did helped me find that someone who can love and stay with me, willing to suffer with me just to avoid losing each other in our lives... and who's she talking about is none other than her all along.", you said, feeling more confident at the decision you made; with the image of Jihyo remained present in your mind.

"How about the rest? When are you gonna tell them that..."

"Like my cousin told me, I must not make them longer... since it will only increase the pain," you remarked, repeating one of Seulgi's advice from the dinner. "So I guess I'll have to do it... but first I'll confess to Jihyo before I go to the rest, starting tonight."

"Good luck with that, boss; I sincerely hope and wish that Jihyo is the right person for you," Bang Chan said, proud of you. You answer the supporting grin he offered you with a grateful one. " As always, you have my full support."

"Thanks, Chan.", you bowed your head as you kept the huge smile plastered i your face. It did vanished for a moment as you took time to say this after realizing also one of the consequences of your choice today.

"Hey... about Sana... I know she's one of the "others" I'm talking about. I-I'm sorry.", you said, an apologetic frown replaces the grin you're having for a while.

"It's fine, YN.", he waved it off, chuckling nervously at your sudden worriedness. "I admit, I feel sad for my sister and I really do ship you two but what can I do? I can't be against on two people who I think they match each other when they aren't even destined to be together. I can't force you to love her just because I want to make her happy.

Love doesn't always end up that way.", he explained as he wanted to assure you.

"I hope she finds her own soon, Chan. Knowing Sana, a gorgeous woman like her certainly deserves nothing but happiness with the right person for her," you added as you praised Sana, making Bang Chan believe in you.

"Yeah, my sister is the best woman I've ever known; no offense to my mom, but Sana noona's always been there for me through everything," Bang Chan agreed. He then extended his one free hand to you. "So, what you can do instead is talk to her honestly about it; I'm ready to comfort her once she knows, don't worry."

"I will.", you accepted his favor and took his hand to seal the deal with a shake. Both of you smiled at each other in contentment.

You then heard your phone rang when it got a notification. Bang Chan excused himself as he went back to service to left you once again alone.

You opened your phone and looked at the message you received which was coming from Mina.

"YN, can we talk later? I'll go there tonight. I can't specify the time but I promise I'll be there, just wait for me will you?", she said through the message she sent.

"Noted, Mina. I won't go away not until you visit here. Have a nice day!", you replied back to her and pressed the sent button. After you closed the phone, you took a note in your mind on what you need to do later tonight:

Meet Mina at the shop and then confess to Jihyo after.

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

Your doughnut shop has just closed its doors after serving one more client. Bang Chan said goodbye to you and his coworkers as they all departed together.

It's just you alone in the shop now. You chose to clean your office while waiting for Mina because you had nothing else to do.

Meanwhile, Mina has just finished offering veterinary advise to a client who has a Shiba Inu pet dog that has become food poisoned.

She was about to leave her workplace when this client begged her to help him save his dog because there are no more pet clinics in his neighborhood available left open.

Despite having second thoughts, she just accepted it since she doesn't want to disappoint the client and let the dog die, especially because she is a pet lover. She simply chose to sacrifice her time in order to arrive early for YN.

Back to your situation: you had just completed minding your own business in the restroom after successfully cleaning your office when you heard the main door of your shop clang.

"Mina?", you loudly called her name after you dried your hands from washing it.

You walked out of the wash area and went to the front of the cashier, standing at the front door. You rotated around and you didn't even see any trace of Mina.

You furrowed your eyes in confusion as you opened the door and looked around outside the shop to find Mina, but Mina's car wasn't even around the parking lot too.

"Mina you there?", you asked.

You kept on looking around back and forth.

"Hey, it's not the right time to play hide and seek, you penguin!", you loudly said as you still think Mina is just messing around with you.

But after a minute of finding Mina, you gave up as you already know that Mina won't bother hiding around the place in such a dark area. You know that penguin, she easily gets scared of the darkness.

"Maybe it's the wind.", you reasoned out as you just believed yourself that it caused the door to clang.

You closed the door and walked back inside as you went towards the cashier and grabbed the doughnut to give it a bite before you go back to your office when something made you halt in your steps.

The door clanged again.

You got terrified as you face crumpled and your eyebrows met again in confusion on what made the doors clang again this time.

So you turned around slowly.

Your eyes widened as you saw the doors now swinging in and out of the shop after it just got opened by... someone.

But you only saw that through your peripheral vision, because your sight is mainly focused at this familiar figure standing in front of you...

... holding gun as it was pointed straight at you, its finger clutching the trigger.

After that, a loud sound of a gunshot was heard around the shop and its nearby places.

"Why isn't he replying?" Mina wondered as she nervously waited for any response from you on her phone. She just texted that she's on her way to your doughnut store and apologized for having to serve a client first due to an emergency.

She came at your shop a few minutes later and parked her car in one of the available spaces. She stepped outside and walked through the door.

But she hadn't been able to fully enter her place because what she had just seen in front of her eyes had caused her to come to a stop in her tracks.

Mina just noticed you laying down on the tiled floor, blood pouring from your body and forming a tiny pool.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she gently stepped back into the shop to get a better look at you, although she realized it was a terrible idea.

The closer her steps got to you, the more she felt like her heart was being crushed into little pieces and her body was losing its balance.

Mina's heavy sobbing resonated across the room as she repeatedly yelled your name, full of anger, devastation, sorrow, and rage.

The police and ambulance arrived at the doughnut shop. Other people who are close to you like Jihyo and Seulgi arrived at the crime scene first, followed by Chaeyoung after getting notified by Mina through your phone.

They all experienced the same reaction that Mina had when she saw your bloody lifeless body on the floor, as expected.

Even the others who learned of your untimely death in their own different ways. Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, and Tzuyu heard and saw the news on the radio, TV, and social media, while Sana learnt about the murder through her stepbrother Bang Chan after Chaeyoung informed him.

A week later, there was a funeral for your burial. All nine girls, along with their friends and some of your acquaintances, attended, including your former favorite professor back in your first year of college, Mrs. Song, your friend and manager Bang Chan, your cousin Seulgi with her girlfriend Irene, Chaeyoung's friend Somi, Tzuyu's friends Shuhua and Taehyung, along with his boyfriend Jungkook, and even your ex-girlfriend Ryujin with her girlfriend Yeji.

Days later, the nine girls who met during the investigation of your murder case and your burial began to get to know each other through their arranged meetup.

As their topic turned into their own revelations that they all love the same person who just tragically passed away and never to be seen again for the rest of their lives, it landed back on the question if you had decided already who could be one of them that you chose to love the same too.

Until someone revealed it for you...

"Jihyo."

" Yes?", she responded back at the girl who called her name. It was Chaeyoung.

"It's you. YN fell in love with you," Chaeyoung stated solemnly. After hearing that, everyone's gaze was drawn to Jihyo.

"M-me? Is that t-true?" she chuckled nervously, still perplexed by what Chaeyoung was on about. "H-how do you know-"

"Chan told me," she asked. She rewinded what she talked about with Bang Chan in the shop's kitchen when she visited, which was the last words Chan heard from you.

"He told me that YN and him discussed in his last moments, and their entire topic? You," she continued, piercing her eyes further at Jihyo, who is beginning to cry over Chaeyoung's story involving her. "He was telling how he felt after you confessed to him, and it helped him clarify things... about what he thinks of you too," she stated as the girls continued to listen even if their hearts were broken by the outcome they were anticipating to hear from you.

"Jihyo..., YN fell in love with you because he felt the strongest connection with you, therefore I think it's safe to say that... out of all of us here, you suffered the biggest loss. I'm very sorry, Jihyo," Chaeyoung expressed her condolences to the girl who had suffered more than she could bear.

Jihyo's love loop reminded Chaeyoung of the pink doughnut that stayed well baked among the eight burnt doughnuts in the oven. Jihyo's love loop was the sole well-baked doughnut, while the rest were the girls' love loops. You are the oven, and your heat was the love that enhances color to their love circle with you, which you maintained for Jihyo by giving her the same exact amount of that heat of love she needs.

"I didn't meant to hurt you more for this, I just want you to know about it because... that's what YN actually wanted to happen if he didn't died.", Chaeyoung said. The rest agreed, except for one of them who still side eyeing Jihyo with her secret burning glare.

"T-thank you... thank you for telling me...", Jihyo said before she went on sobbing heavily as one of the girls beside her, Jeongyeon conforted her by caressing her back.

Few days have passed again, the suspect for killing you was found and arrested, revealing to be Wonpil, your former employee which you fired due to his misbehavior towards a customer.

He stated that he killed you because he blames you for being the cause of getting his life ruined after you took away the job he only need to live normally. He was sentenced for many years in jail after and the girls felt that you finally received the justice you deserve.

The nine girls still remained grieving on your passing in their own respective ways for months.

Thanks to Tzuyu, the new owner of your doughnut store, Nayeon once ordered a doughnut for herself and Mrs. Song, whom she brought along with her at your newly renovated doughnut shop, as Tzuyu fulfilled her promise to you that she'll help your business improve and grow even if you're gone.

When she was ready to receive it back, she looked at the server and hallucinated that it was you at first, but was quickly reversed when Bang Chan, who was actually serving her, asked her if there was something wrong.

Nayeon's sole response was that she remembers you, causing Bang Chan to sigh and comfort her noona in return.

Jeongyeon also went to the shop once and thought it was weird that you weren't there anymore.

She also dyed her hair back to blonde because she believes her former baby blue colored one will be meaningless to maintain because you were the only one who asked her to keep it because you liked it, and now that you're gone, t

here will be no one to enjoy and appreciate Jeongyeon's haircolor.

Sana had the impression that you were still sitting in front of her, even though she was alone at her table, because she remembered her previous time with you, when she consoled you after your breakup with Ryujin while also confessing her feelings for you.

Sana then whispered "I love you" to the air as her indirect message for you as she smiled with love, longing and sadness in it before she continues to sip her hot coffee alone.

While thinking deeply about you, Dahyun unconsciously wrote an "I miss you" message in a spilled sugar at the shop. She was the most envious of the girls, and she was the one who gave Jihyo a venomous glance when Chaeyoung told to them all that Jihyo was the one you chose. When she heard that, her frustration and hurt about your death rose, prompting her to ponder more vigorously for the past few days.

She revealed once that she imagined about killing Jihyo everytime she sees her in order to make her feel what she felt after you died, including their encounter back at the gathering as one of the possibilities she could envision; but she has no plans of doing it for real because she knows she ain't that type of person.

Tzuyu, the new owner of your shop, just went by Dahyun's table after checking on the customers and observed her lost in her thoughts once more. She glanced at Dahyun worriedly, recognizing the "I miss u" she wrote on the sugar, and soothed her with a swift hug. Dahyun was astonished by Tzuyu's touch, and when she realized what Tzuyu's hug was for, she buried her face in the crook of her neck.

"This isn't right anymore...", Dahyun sobbed, shaking her head quickly as she realized her situation was getting worse all because of you and she wanted to stop it right away.

Tzuyu, who got what she's talking about since she's thought the same when she heard about Dahyun's story of imagining killing Jihyo once; just nodded back at Tzuyu and ease her tears out with her soft, gentle hums.

(8 MONTHS LATER)

Mina and Chaeyoung, who became friends, were discussing about you and even Jihyo while laying on the floor after taking a break from preparing the gifts and the decorations when Chaeyoung brought it up as a topic during their stay at one of the rooms they rented during their Christmas season holiday in Japan, together with Seulgi, who is now married to her girlfriend Irene.

"I'm more concerned about Jihyo.", Chaeyoung said, full of pity on her voice.

"She suffered the most. I mean, the pain you must take along with the fact that you won't be ever to see anymore the one who made you understand what love is? That must be unbearable.", Mina said.

"Agree. She really took YN's passing like a gunshot to her stomach that was once full of butterflies going crazy only because of him.", Chaeyoung said while nodding her head, making Mina hummed at her in agreement as she understands what Chaeyoung meant that she's putting in her head.

The two went outside along with the rest of the girls, except for Seulgi and Irene who explored Japan by theirselves. They let the couple enjoy their own time together instead so the nine of them just visited a park near the hotel they're staying at.

Jihyo remembered making a snow angel with YN while looking at the other one that had formed on the snowy surface. She then lay by it, remembering her time with you while she imagines making her own snow angel with you, pretending that you're the one making the one alongside her.

Tzuyu wanders throughout the park, rotating around the snow. She then remembers the time when you and her danced after you had a proper closure with her.

She was returned to reality with her final swing of her body, just as you were when you let go of her to conclude your dance with her song together in her mind.

Mina was standing along a wall in one section of the park, imagining herself running around while being followed by you, as she recalls doing the same with you when she teasingly snatched your house keys after seeing them fall from your pocket while both of you were talking.

It came to a halt when you successfully pursued her and uncontrollably fell on top of her while lying on the ground, signaling the beginning of her intense deep attraction through you the instant her eyes landed on your closed up face.

While she was savoring the beautiful memory she shared with you, she noticed snowflakes begin to fall in front of her, drawing her attention and, sadly, dragging her away back from reality.

Momo on the other hand, got called by the rest of the girls after she saw the snowman as she recalled the snowman she puts a scarf on along with her happiest memory of her life she had with you, which is when she first developed her romantic attraction to you while she's fixing your scarf during your time with her together.

She noticed the snow starting to fall again from above before she responded back to the girls.

"Wait for me!", Momo shouted after she stood up. She then joined the girls and gathered to form a circle as they decided to pray for you.

After ending their prayers, they admired the snow falling around them, along with their own message for you one more time.

They promised to you silently that they will now reach their acceptance stage by finally letting go and moving on from your love, freeing theirselves from their love loop that was being toxic already because of their too much attachment at you even at your death...

...except for one of them who thinks differently from them, still unable as she struggle to remove herself from her own what ifs and regrets.

(EXACTLY 1 YEAR LATER/ BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY)

NOVEMBER 2022

All of what happened suddenly played quickly right backfrom the beginning.

Returning back to the present, it was to a snowy nighttime under the dark sky with stars sparkling covering it , a street with many people are gathering around along with police cars and ambulance cars parked outside of a doughnut shop.

The policemen are trying to guard these civilians who are curiously watching what's happening from entering the crime scene.

Inside the shop has some evidences which has been marked, but there is one which if you look at it, you will think that is the most important one out of all the evidences that has been found by the policemen and detectives.

A bitten white doughnut with red syrup flowing from its inside is seen laying on a floor with police barrier tapes around its space.

From the dark corner of the shop, a woman slowly appears near to the bitten doughnut.

It was Mina who is dreaming of visiting back the crime scene during her sleep, she sat and looked closely at the bitten doughnut.

A frowning expression in her face can be seen as she remembers everything what happened before this unexpected tragic moment....

... and now, finally able to do the right thing just the same as what the other girls did; a drop of tear flowed out of Mina's face.

"I love you YN, but if I will remain my heart linked for you... I'll never recover.", she whispered while sniffing during her cry.

She knows that the love loop she created which is like a doughnut she used to love made from you, it was such a sweet and sensational feeling she experienced rotating around its hole in the shape of you; but now she realized that although it is a loop which has no beginning nor end, it doesn't mean it can't be changed, disrupted or replaced.

Just like what the other girls did, they all made it possible by breaking their own instead and prevented its negative effects. She can see it already from them, especially from Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo who are already recovered and currently living back with full of happiness. Since, that's what Mina wanted to have and she believes you also wanted it for them too, she decided to follow what the girls did.

Standing slowly, she looked one more time at the bitten doughnut you ate before you were shot dead as it laid right next to your dead body when she saw you before leaving away from the crime scene along with her love for you; simultaneously ending her own love loop too in the process before her alarm wakes her back from her dream with a stain of teardrop visible in her face while still unknown for her whether she'll wander to another new love loop to start again.

THE END

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