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imtryingbuck · 2 months

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Unchained Melody

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: yns a ghost and Bucky falls in love

Word count: 5,257

Warnings: in this the blip never happened why? because I said so. swearing. ghost reader. death by fire. tiny mention of cheating, not reader or bucky. tiny mention of drugs, not reader or bucky. tiny mention of domestic abuse and child abuse. Me just making shit up, enjoy.

A/N: posting this in celebration of hitting 1k followers, I love you all🤍

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You first saw him three years ago, shiny silver arm with a red star on the bicep shoulder length wavy hair - that you knew just had to be soft - you had watched as the team greeted him with smiles and his response? To look at them like they had just kicked his puppy. Walking at the side of Steve as you both showed him to his room, it was basic and dull not like the others your favourite belonging to Wanda, you was telling him all the things he could do with it - picking out a colour theme, that if he moved the desk over to the sid-

“I like it”

You looked at him like he had three heads on his shoulders. The room was bare and empty how could he have liked it?

As the days turned to weeks you stayed close to him, at first you told yourself it was just to help him settle in but the more times you spent with the man you grew a teeny tiny connection with him, even if he did ignore you all the time.

“So Bucky I was thinking maybe we could go to the gym and then get someth-hey where are you going? Rude.”

In a very non creepy way you liked to watch him sleep, his frown lines faded, the little twitches in his nose always made you smile, his soft snores filling your senses. Again it was done in a very non creepy way! But watching Bucky sleep brought you peace knowing he was oka-

“Bucky Bucky it’s just a nightmare it’s okay, shit, Steve! Goddamn Bucky please wake up! Steve Sam anyone!” You screamed in absolute panic the first time he had a nightmare.

“It’s okay Buck it’s just a bad dream”

“Yeah no shit Steve I’ve been shouting you for the last five minutes-hey don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to yo-you know Bucky I absolutely hate it when people shut doors on me when I’m talki-oh you’re asleep, oh okay night night I guess”

Over time the nightmares faded, he became more comfortable around everyone. Happier even.

The first time you saw him naked you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had walked into his bedroom - he was fresh out of the shower his hair dropping little droplets onto his broad soft back, he took his towel away from his hips in one swift motion causing your brain to fry up.

“I’m huh sor-Jesus Bucky you’re hu-shit I shouldn’t be seeing this, sor-I’m gonna go”

Leaving once again but not before taking one more cheeky look.

That went on for six months until one day you went to his room to check up on him noticing he wasn’t there you went to the gym, not there. Kitchen, not there. Briefing room, not there. You saw Tony walking past so you asked him but he didn’t tell you. You asked Sam, no reply. You asked Nat but she just carried on texting on her phone. So you went to find Steve but just like with Bucky you was coming up empty.

“He’s probably ventured outside finally” you told yourself as you waited for him in his room.

And you kept on waiting, and waiting and waiting.

It had been two and a half years since you last saw him. Nobody around you even talked about him despite you always asking them where he had gone or if he was okay.

It was like he was never there in the first place.

Steve ran past you as you was taking your daily stroll through the corridors, normally you would have followed him but since you had fell out with him you continued you stroll.

You did your first lap and were walking back towards the kitchen when you heard a familiar voice.

“-I’m okay, they got rid of my trigger words”

“I’m glad pal, you seem a lot happier. How was Wakanda?”

“It was good had my own little hut and had some goats” he chuckles, Steve joining in.

You did have to agree with Steve, Bucky looked happier. Healthier.

“Bucky” you whispered.

Bucky’s eyes flicked away from Steve to over to where you were standing.

The two of you stare at each other, you not daring to move and him just looking at you that was until Steve broke the spell between you two.

“Buck? You alright?”

“I-um yeah” his eyes go to Steve and then back to the woman who was standing there. His eyebrows burrow in confusion as she wasn’t there anymore. “Hey Steve is there another person now a part of the team?”

“No why?”

“So who was that woman then?”

“What woman?” Steve asks as he turns around to look what Bucky was staring at.

Bucky then describes you and waits for Steve to answer.

“Buck there’s no one here fitting that description…”

“Oh.”

“Are you alright pal?”

“Yeah, no I’m fine” He forces a smile.

For the first time in 15 years someone’s finally seen and heard you, going through all these years with no communication with anyone or having someone look at you and not through you had gotten easier as time went on. The first two years were extremely difficult and painful. You couldn’t understand why the construction crew was ignoring you and not listening to your pleading.

A year into the development of the huge building that was Stark Tower and now better known as Avengers Tower the building came to a halt when one of the workers screamed ‘we’ve found a body’, like everyone else you ran over to investigate. The burnt skeleton remains were taken away and two weeks later you heard the crew talking about the body-

“Apparently her name was Y/n L/n, died in the fire last year” Bobby the foreman said.

You laughed “that’s wrong because I’m right here guys” waving your hands around.

But nobody batted an eye or flinched when you jumped in front of them.

That’s when it dawned on you that you were dead.

You remember the day that you got your memories back from your death and it was all thanks to the bad guys who had attacked the tower.

*5 years ago*

The alarms were going off, bright red lights flashing, people were screaming and you was trying to calm them down. Helping Bruce and Nat lead people to safety, away from the destruction. The three of you and those that you was rescuing go down the stairs and Nat opened the door to the ground floor before she slammed it shut again.

“Nat we need to go” Bruce says with panic.

“We-we can’t go that way” she explains.

You knew why, you saw it as she opened the door.

The burning flames were pounding on the door that was stopping it from getting to any of you.

“Bruce we’ve got to go back up!”

Nobody batted an eye as you stumbled back and slid down the wall. Nobody batted an eye as you pulled on your hair muttering something that even you didn’t know under your breath.

They left you behind as you was transported back to 10 years prior.

*10 years before that*

You was sitting in your apartment, knees to your chest, trying to concentrate on what the couple on the screen was saying.

The raised voices coming from your fathers room we’re getting louder and louder as he argued with his girlfriend Lyra, her accusing him of cheating on her which made you laugh since you caught her having sex in the laundry room with the drug dealer that lived two floors up. Since she had no money for his supplies she had to pay in other ways.

Flinching when you heard the sound of skin hitting skin and closing your eyes tightly when you heard Lyra scream out. Your father always had a temper especially when he was drinking and since he had been laid off from the factory, drinking was all he did. A small vile part of you was happy that Lyra was around as it meant he no longer hit you, the abuse you suffered from the hands of your father started a week after your mother left him for another man, leaving you behind.

Lyra came running out of the bedroom with tears streaming down her cheeks as the welt was already forming, your father soon following holding two lit candles in his hands he threw the first one and the next.

The next thing you knew was that the apartment you had grown up in was in flames. You was rooted in fear at not only the fire but as Lyra screaming at you to leave despite her being attacked by your father.

The fire had spread quickly throughout the apartment complex, screams and chaos all around you. You kept going down the stairs until you found yourself in the basement, with no idea of why you was down there, you tried to turn back but the flames pushed you further and further into the normally cold room.

*back to the present*

It scared you that now after 15 years you’ve been a ghost for that someone can now finally see you, it made you smile that it was Bucky that could but the question of why? Why now played on your mind.

Not even the medium who Tony brought in after heard “ghostly noises” couldn’t see or hear you, the “ghostly noises” that Tony heard was just Natasha and Bruce having sex in his lab, you promised the pair you wouldn’t say anything so you didn’t.

So you did the most rational thing. Avoided him.

Which lasted for two weeks until Bucky came onto your territory.

Minding your own business your eyes squinting at the sound of the door opening, hearing Steve’s voice you didn’t think anything of it.

“I’m telling you Buck this is the best place to hide presents, no one ever comes down here” it was true, the last time someone came down here was two agents who was trying to have sex and you wasn’t going to have that. People coming into your home and trying to do the nasty, absolutely not! So you started messing with the pipes and banging objects, causing them to stop and the woman getting scared, she ended up running away leaving the man who started calling her nasty names. He became your enemy. Not like you could actually do anything to him but the statement still stood.

“If you say so punk”.

“I do say so.”

“Here grab these so I can get the rest”

With Steve leaving it was just you and Bucky in the basement now.

“Oh, hi I didn’t see you there” Bucky says.

“Yo-you can actually see me?”

“Yes…why aren’t I suppose to?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a ghost”

Both of his eyebrows shoot up and he starts laughing “of course you are”

“No I actually am.”

“Yeah yeah, is this a prank that the spider kid has put you up to?”

“His name is Peter and no it’s not a pra-“

“Hey Buck who are you talking to?” Steve asks as he comes back in with more gift bags.

“Her” Bucky points over to where you stand.

“Bucky there’s no one there…”

“See I told you!” You say with your arms crossed.

“B-but”

“Look he can’t see me, even if I do this” You moved away from the wall and jumped in front of Steve who of course looks straight through you. “You’re the only one for some reason”.

Bucky pales, “but how?”

“Buck?”

“I-I need to go”

Both you and Steve watch him run up the steps and away from you.

“You know Steve, I didn’t expect him to have that kind of reac-oh yeah no its fine to leave it wasn’t like I was finished talking.”

For three weeks you kept you kept yourself isolated in the basement not knowing what it meant now that someone could see and hear you even if it was just Bucky.

Over the past 12 or 13 years you kept yourself to a routine but since Bucky had ruined that for you, you kept yourself occupied - okay you was going slightly insane.

Not realising that the door had come open you was completely unaware that Bucky was standing there watching you-

“Okay so the first order of business is that we need to take out the bad men who call themselves “The trash” in order to succeed we need strong men and women who will lay down their lif-“

You’re cut off by a laugh; you turn and see Bucky who winces at your screams.

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Were you talking to the mops and buckets?” He asks ignoring your question.

“That’s completely unrelated. What are you doing here?”

“You was weren’t you, hey don’t stop on my account you’ve got to finish your speech or they’ll leave”

“Yo-you’re making fun of me. Stop it” you mumble

“No I’m not, I’m just saying carry on with talking to the mops-oh is that a broom?”

“L-leave now please”

“Aw come on I’m only joking”

“I don’t find it funny, now leave”

He watches as you turn your back to him as you bring your hand up to your face, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Hey doll I’m sorry, I-I was trying to joke with you but it wasn’t funny I’m sorry”

“Whatever just leave”

Bucky listens and complies but as he reaches the top step he turns round and walks back down to you.

“D-doll I really am sorry. I just wanted to talk to you, I’ve been looking around for you and I figured I’d find you here”

“Y-you’ve been looking for me? Why?”

“Well I wanted to ask you some questions” he rubs the back of his neck with his left hand.

“Your arm…”

“Huh? Oh yeah it was a gift from Shuri, do you like it?”

“It’s very pretty” you say with a slight blush.

“Thank you” he too blushes.

“You said you had some questions?”

“Yeah, is it okay if I sit?” Pointing to an old couch that Tony had brought down many years ago.

“Of course”

Watching him sit on the dusty old thing brought a slight smile to your face.

“Are you going to sit?”

“Yep” taking the seat on the end and on the edge.

“So, you’re a ghost?”

“Yep”

“So, you’re dead?”

“Yep”

“When?”

“15 years ago”

“How?”

“Fire”

“Where?”

“Here”

“What?”

“My apartment complex was here before the tower was”

“Oh”

“Yep”

A semi uncomfortable silence fell between you two. He shifted and rubbed his hands on his thighs whilst you twiddled your thumbs.

Bucky broke the silence “how long have you been around us all?”

“Since more and more people came to the tower”

“Oh.”

“Yep”

Silence fell once again but this time lasted a good 20 minutes. 20 slow and painful minutes.

“H-how come you’re not in like heaven or hell?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Isn’t there any other ghosts you could ask?”

“There’s been a few over the years but none of them ever had any answers for me”

“May-maybe you need to do something or have something done to move you on?” Bucky shrugs.

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure. How did the fire start do you know?”

“My father” when he gave you a questioning yet shocked look you explained everything that you remembered that day.

“I’m so sorry ghosty”

“Ghosty?” You burst out laughing.

“Yeah well I don’t know your name so…ghosty”

“Y/n”

Watching as his lips form your name sent imaginary chills down your spine.

“Y/n, I like it, did your dad go prison?”

“No why?”

“Maybe that’s why you’re still stuck here. I can help y-“

“But I don’t want to move on.” Cutting him off.

“Why?”

“Because then that means I’ll be dead”

“But doll, you are”

Standing up so you can pace around the small area “I know that but if I move on it will mean I’m dead dead you know?”

“But why? You’ve spent that past 15 years with no one seeing or hearing you. You really want to do another 15?”

“And another 15 after that if it means I get to be around people and I don’t have to be alone, I don’t want to be just gone and Bucky I’m not hurting anyone I swear!” You shouted at him, your last words more quieter, more like a whimper.

Finally admitting it to someone else hurt, admitting that you would rather keep being ignored and never seen by anyone ever again was better than being alone and dead. And yes whilst you was technically alone it wasn’t the same, you got to be around people, listened to their jokes or stories, listened to their complaints or worries. You was happy to continue to be a shoulder for them to cry on even if they didn’t know you was there or couldn’t hear you words of encouragement and advice.

And it was true what you had said to him, you wasn’t hurting anyone. You couldn’t even imagine of causing another person any form of pain, even when you was alive.

“Dol-no Y/n come back!”

Bucky was angry with himself. The first time he got to speak to her properly, he ruined it. The pain in her voice when she told him she didn’t want to be alone tugged on his heart.

He went to the basement at least eight times a day to apologise but she was never there. He knew that if anyone was walking down the corridor leading to the basement they’d be able to hear him talking to himself.

He walked with purpose down the corridor to Sam’s room, knocking on the door he grew impatient at how long it was taking Sam to answer, it had only been 5 seconds.

“What’s up Buck?”

“One I told you not to call me that. Two I need the computer thing”

“It’s called a laptop Buck”

“Don’t call me that. And can I have it”

“Sure you can Buck let me go and grab it for you Buck”

“I’m going to kill you in a minute”

“Of course you are Buck, here” Sam laughs giving him the laptop before shutting the door in his face.

Going back into his bedroom he goes on the internet just like Peter had showed him, he first typed in ‘Stark Tower fire’ coming up with all different things. Then he typed in ‘before Stark Tower fire’ which had only confused him more. Trying one more time he typed ‘Stark Tower apartment fire’ bingo!

Clicking on the first link showed him the apartment before the fire, during and after. He learned that the complex housed lower income families, that the fire was deemed as an accident due to faulty electrical systems.

Scrolling down further he stopped. The photo of you that he assumed was from school was there, the girl in the photo smiling back to him and next to it read ‘Y/n L/n died in apartment fire one week away from her 21st birthday. Her body has yet to be found’ and just a little bit further down was another link that read ‘Y/n L/n was found 1 year after the tragedy of the fire’ clicking on it he read more, how the construction crew had found her and how scientists confirmed that it was the body of Y/n’s. A photo was underneath the headline that showed the crew, Bucky had to do a double take when he saw you. Sitting on the floor looking out of frame with what Bucky thought was tears on your face.

Taking the laptop with him he ran to Steve’s room, rapidly knocking until the blonde answered.

“Buck? What’s wrong?” Steve says whilst rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Walking straight past his friend he goes to sit on the bed “come here and look”

Listening Steve sits next to him “when was this?”

“14 years ago but look, there’s that girl I described to you” pointing and looking up at Steve who scrunched up his eyebrows.

“Buck I can’t see anything…”

“Pretty girl on the ground looks like she’s crying”

“Bucky are you alright? You’ve not been the same since you came back from Wakanda. I can ask King T’Challa if you can go ba-“

“Steve listen okay this girl she’s dead. She died 15 years ago and I can see her, I’m the only one that can and I don’t know why bu-but I never saw her before until I came back-“

“Buck slow dow-“

“-but I ruined it between us and now I can’t see her anywhere I keep looking I do Stevie but she won’t appear no matter how much I beg her too an-and I think she hates me”

“Bucky please slow down! Tell me everything but slowly”

So he does.

Steve sits there dumbfounded by what his best friend is telling him, and the craziest part of it was is that he believes every word coming out of his mouth.

“Okay, let’s try and think of a plan together”

And they do.

The next day Bucky makes his way back to the basement when he hears your voice softly seeping underneath the door his heart skips.

“-I’m not sure” silence “maybe I should let him help me so I can move on” more silence “I’m just scared though”

“Y/n?”

“Bucky?”

“Hi um who are you talking to?”

“Just myself, so I came to a conclusion that I want you to help me move on. I’m ready and it’s time”

Bucky notices that there’s a slight hesitation in your words and he spots the way you gulp at the end of your sentence. “Well I have a better idea, I did a lot of research last night and I found out that you don’t have a headstone so I tho-“

“I don’t have a headstone?” You whisper.

It’s now his turn to gulp “No doll, it’s an unmarked grave but I know exactly where it is, where you are” He rephrases.

“Why? Why don’t I have one?”

Oh he hates it. He hates how small you sound; he doesn’t like how you’re twisting your fingers together. “I-I’m not sure doll” That was a lie.

Neither of your parents wanted to spend money on a funeral or a proper burial for you, so it was up to the county to do it.

“Is-is that why am not dead-dead?”

“I’m not sure, it might be… but listen I’m going to get you a headstone - a real nice one, and if-if you want you’ll always be able to go there and Y/n please don’t think I want you to leave because I don’t okay, I really don’t I just want you to find peace”

“I-you don’t have to do that Bucky, it’s a lot of money and I’m not worth a single penny”

Now his heart cracks. “Don’t say that, you’re worth it don’t worry” he smiles which doesn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s okay honestly I think there’s more of an easier, less expensive way to get rid of me. All we have to do is think”

“Y/n-“

“Come on we need to think”

“Doll there’s no need to think about anything, I’ve already gone through with my plan.”

“What?”

“The headstones being made as we speak and Steve’s getting everyone on board.”

The way your eyes bulge out would have made him laugh but he wills himself not to.

“Wh-what’s going on?”

“Sit and I’ll tell you” he smiles as both of you sit on the couch.

On the other side of the compound the rest of the team sit with amusement written over their faces as Steve tell them about Bucky and his ghost friend.

“You two have lost the plot” Sam laughs.

“Would you two be able to be put into an old people’s home?” Nat wonders out loud.

“Probably as they’re both over 100” Tony retorts to Nat.

“Guys I’m being serious” Steve says with his hands on his hips.

“Wait when did you say the fire was?” Tony asks him.

“15 years ago”

“I remember that, there was only one person that died - many were injured weren’t there?”

“Yeah. Y/n was the unfortunate one”

“And she’s been here ever since?”

“Yes”

“So she knows us?”

“Yes. Look let me ring Bucky and get him to bring her up here and we’ll ask questions that no one else would know apart from her and see if she was around at that time”

The team nods so that’s exactly what he does.

“Doll we’re needed upstairs, the team don’t exactly believe me or Steve so they’re going to ask questions and see if you was there or not, is that okay with you?”

“Okay”

The both of you head upstairs and for some reason you’re nervous, something that you’ve never been when around any of them.

“So Barnes, Rogers here tells us that you can see ghosts?” Tony starts.

“Ghost. Just one” he answers. “Okay ask your questions”

“Where exactly are we looking?” Sam now asks.

Bucky gestures to where you stand and obviously all they see is nothing.

“Okay, I’ll play along. Little ghost was you there when I created my iron man suit?”

“She said no”

“Was it you who made ghostly noises?”

Bucky struggles not to laugh “she said no”

“Wait why are you laughing?”

“Because she told me who it was and umm Tony they weren’t ghostly noises”

“What were they then?”

“Sounds of pleasure” Bucky says as he winks at Bruce.

The team start laughing at Bruce’s bright red cheeks and when they notice Nat sinking further into her chair their laughs becomes louder.

“Okay okay I want to ask the ghost something next” Sam laughs.

“Her name is Y/n”

“Okay Y/n what’s my nightly routine?”

“I’m not saying that!” - “No Y/n” - “please don’t make me say it!” - “godsake fine! Sam your nightly routine is you have a shower, brush your teeth, you do 50 push ups whilst na-naked and then -I think I’m going to be sick- you wank off before going to sleep”

“Ah yes! I believe them, Hi Y/n��

“She says hi”

The questions continued for well over an hour, the team finally believing that she was-

“Holy fucking shit!” Tony shouts.

“What? Oh”

“Fuck”

Bucky looked at Y/n who was staring at him with a confused expression which he just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, guys what’s up?”

“W-we can fucking see her!” Sam shouts.

“What?”

“We can see her Barnes!”

It was true. They could all see you.

“H-how?” You stumble out, after all these years of being invisible and being unheard from everyone around you and all its took is for everyone to believe that you actually exist.

“I-we don’t know. This is crazy even for me” Tony says.

“You can hear me?”

“Yes sweetheart”

Months went by, you was now able to leave the compound by visiting the cemetery. You was there alongside the Avengers when your headstone was placed, each member placed a rose on the grave all giving you a small smile.

It took you some time to get use to being seen and heard, no more conversations with yourself as someone was always around to answer.

Yours and Bucky’s friendship grew, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. And unknown to you he had a crush on you too. It hurt both of you because you knew it wouldn’t be able to work for the two of you with the main reason being that you were dead.

It was the anniversary of your death Bucky and Steve were on a mission which Bucky wasn’t happy about. You was walking down the corridor when Wanda ran out of her room shouting your name.

“Jesus Christ Wanda don’t do that again!” You scolded, still not use to the whole they could see you now thing.

“Sorry” she chuckled.

“It’s fine what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, its just-its better if I show you”

Frowning you followed her back to her room. “Wanda what’s going on?”

“So I’ve been working on something, for you-“

“For me?”

“Yes and I think I’ve managed to figure out a way to bring you back to life”

Blinking once, twice, you burst out laughing.

“Wanda that’s impossible”

“Not really…just come over here and let’s see if it works and if it doesn’t I’ll try again okay”

Doing as she says you stand in the middle of her room eyebrows raising as her fingers start to glow.

Nothing happens.

“H-how do you feel?” She asks hopefully.

“The same way I’ve felt for the past 15 years Wand, dead.”

Sighing in defeat “I’m so sorry Y/n I’ll keep try-“. Her words are cut off by a deep growl.

“W-what was that?” You stutter out.

“FRIDAY how many heartbeats are in my room?”

“Two Miss Maximoff”

“Who’s?”

“Yours and Miss Y/n’s”

“Catch” Wanda says as a book comes flying at you.

Wanda and you stand there facing each other with wide eyes. You caught the book.

“Oh my god. Wan-Wanda it worked”

After both screaming and crying your taken down to Bruce’s lab where your examined and blood, yes blood, was drawn.

Nobody could believe it and neither could you either but somehow Wanda brought you back to the land of the living.

Everyone promised not to say anything to Bucky as you wanted to surprise him.

A week later on your birthday Bucky and Steve came back from a successful mission. In that week Nat and Sam had to go and do three food shops as you kept eating everything. What can I say you’d been dead for 15 years.

You and the team was waiting on the hanger for them to exit the quinjet. Steve was out first shortly followed by a very tired Bucky but as soon as his eyes found yours he smiled hugely.

“Hey Y/n I’ve miss-“

You cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck. Bucky stiffened at first not believing it was really happening then he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your further in.

“H-how?”

“Wanda”

“Oh”

After Tony coughed making the pair of you pull apart you - mainly Wanda - explained everything to the two super soldiers. Bucky refusing to let go of you completely. Steve smiled and gave you a small hug.

Much later that night you and Bucky was sitting on his bed with his arm around you when he abruptly stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“There’s ten minutes left of your birthday so we’re going to dance”

You watched with an amused smile as he turned the stereo on.

“I got Peter to do this when we was watching the telly earlier” he smiled.

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers started playing through the speakers.

“Y-you remembered?”

“Of course I did doll, it’s your favourite song how would I forget”

Slow dancing in the middle of Bucky’s room with your favourite song playing in the background on your birthday made this the best birthday you ever had.

“I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me”

Bucky sings just as his lips touch yours.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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[Hi yes. Welcome to another fixation.]

•The brothers got out of the troll tree BEFORE it got caged in by the Bergens. They only heard about the outer trolls being hunted, but never thought it would make it to the main settlement. All of them believed that Branch and Grandma were still alive.

•The brothers knew of other genres of music, even dabbling into a few of them. JD and Clay enjoyed techno and funk. Bruce enjoyed classical. Floyd enjoyed rock. No one really fancied country music.

John Dory

°JD felt like the group had to be perfect and loved due to their parents. Their parents (before they got "chosen" or before leaving after the last kid was born) had a wish-wash way of parenting, only giving positive attention when the boys did something of merit.

°JD acted more like a parent than a brother, assigning roles he felt fit his brothers in order to give them a better foothold in their life and career in the group. He blamed himself if they didn't seem to succeed.

° JD hasn't truly showered in like 10 years. Man is a "water's clean" kind of guy, and was promptly held down by his brothers for a cleaning. Rhonda helped by essentially being a pressure washer.

°JD found Rhonda as a baby pill bug and didn't expect her to get so big. He felt a little bad decorating her once she was big enough to house him, fearing that he was hurting her.

Bruce

°Bruce let go of his ripped image because of Brandi's cooking. This man fell in love with her food THEN her. He felt at ease with her, especially since she didn't know Brozone.

°Bruce grew his hair out for his little girl to play with since her brothers won't. He lets her put little braids and clips in from time to time, and he wears them proudly.

Clay

°Clay tried to go back for Branch during the escape, but got caught in a wave of escaping trolls. After seeing the collapsed tunnels, he believed that his family got out safely even though he never truly knew for nearly 20 years.

°Clay made it to other Troll settlements and became a CPA after leaving Brozone and before he attempted to go back.

°Clay bonded with Viva over the loss of family due to the split™. He would share all these stories about Branch and she would try to do the same for Poppy, even though she was barely a year old when they got separated.

°Clay's little admin hut actually is bigger on the inside. He dug out a little living space underneath to hold his bed, desk, and a small kitchenette. Its like his own little bunker.

Floyd

°Floyd did a self-discovery journey through the other genres. He hung around the rock and country trolls the longest due to them being more land-based tribes, even though country trolls don't particularly like visitors.

°Floyd made a name for himself in the indie scene, eventually making his way to Mount Rageous where he had a new contract in the works. He had hoped this small push would bring his family back.

°Floyd suffers from muscle spasms and PTSD after his time in the bottle. Branch was kind enough to help develop a wheelchair and other mobility aids for him to use in the jungle gym called Pop Village.

°Floyd experiences fatigue easier. One of the brothers is always ready to be a pillow or a helping hand when he needs to rest. Poppy goes to him when she wants to know what else the village can do for others like him.

Branch

°Branch's muted color is due to his many years in the gray. He still feels the effects of the fight™ and grandma's capture, and personally blames himself from time to time. He leans on Poppy and his brothers who assure him that things are okay. No one really knows if he'll fully get back to his bright blue.

°Branch kept an item from each brother, even if they don't know it. They're buried somewhere in storage. He only wears Floyd's vest cause he missed him the most and held no animosity to him.

°Branch knows exactly how to deal with his nephews and niece when their energy gets too high because of Poppy. Sometimes, he'll ask her to help since she already teaches the younger trolls in the village.

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#trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls john dory #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls headcanons #trolls world tour #trollstopia #trolls the beat goes on #trolls movie

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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Too Close ( A @jttw-monkeybusiness Fanfic)

So this started as one thing and then It grew its own will and became another. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Blood and Gore- Violence as well. If these make you squeamish or can trigger you please read my other works instead!

It was supposed to just be a meal- a simple outing to the market square to buy up some noodles at a shop stand Pigsy had seen on the way through. It was supposed to be simple, easy day.

The market stall exploded in a shower of wood and porcelain as the monstrous thing rose from the stand. Sophie rolled, dodging the flying debris as best she could. A sliver of wood cut across her cheek but she felt nothing. Her mind only had one thing in it.

Oh shit that’s a massive snake.

But it wasn’t a snake. The head that toward from the market as the rest of the villagers fled, resembled a snake. It’s slitted eyes blinked and forked tongue tasted the air. Heat rippled outward from its body. The grasses dried in the damn soil. The earth that had moments ago been anointed with summer rain, cracked and snapped brittle in the sudden heat. Sophie felt her lips dry and her face chap in the change of temperature.

A grunt from nearby. Sophie turned to see Sandy rise from a cast off wall, a huddle Tripitaka in his arms. The snake head swayed, tongue tasting. It snapped its focus to Sandy and coiled its head back. A maw of pink and long silver teeth flew forward. The disciple threw up the discarded wall just in time for the things great teeth to be buried into wood instead of Flesh. Trip was no fool and at Sandy’s nod, escaped beneath his arm.

Sophie could hear Pigsy howling curses nearby from somewhere. The dust was still settling, the dried earth kicked upward as more of the things body was revealed. Fuck it had wings. Four black leathery wings grew from its back at disjointed angles. They beat unevenly. Their wind threw dirt and rocks into the air. The feel of it stung Sophie’s cheek. The Monk reached her then- hand outstretched. She caught it and he hauled her up off the dirt.

Run. Her heart seemed to thrash in her chest. Sophie saw more of the beast being revealed from the ruins of the market. An impossibly long coiled body- legs- more clawed legs. Six of them?- juxtaposed throughout its flesh at odd angles. She felt like she was moving too slow. Moving as if her blood was full of ice.

Those eyes blinked and the pupil widened. Sandy held the things face in his hands, the wooden wall king destroyed. The River demon strained as the thing bore down on him, all saliva and flashing fangs.

It could swallow him whole. Sophie felt a cold shiver run down her back as Trip and her fled. There was nothing either of them could do. They were mortals. This thing was beyond their ken. Beyond their ability. And it could swallow us whole.

Of course fleeing targets attract more attention then prey standing still. The great demonic beast of droughts shook off the irritable ant holding its fangs and dipped its head. The scent had been with the little thing before it but … it had moved. It smelled delectable. The tongue whipped out again, seeking. There- among the fleeing mortals this monster had disdainfully had been serving for the past years in hopes of devouring in return- was the taste. It was a man- a man hand in hand with a women. Two for the price of one. There was an irritable pain at its side but the Drought Bringer simply flicked one of its long claws and flapped its wings higher.

Into the air it rose- away from the sting of the weapons. The town with its simple huts and mud wall fell away. The demon rose up and angled itself. Heat radiated off, burring away the cloud cover and killing trees and greens all around it.

The monk would not get too far.

It coiled.

And struck out.

Sophie and Tripitaka were almost beyond the wall and into the rice fields. The heat had dried those up, killing crops and scattering the water into vapour. Villagers- merchants and Mothers, field workers and Fathers- all streamed to the exits.

They were almost out.

Sophie felt a prickle of fear, a new wave of apprehension swell in her mind. For what- for why- she didn’t know. What made Sophie turn her head then, to look back, she would never know. But she was glad for whatever spirit, god, or instinct made her look back.

A maw full of silvered fangs, of needle tips curved back and outward. An avalanche of heat and horror. She reacted and threw herself sideways. Tripataka, still holding her hand, was dragged with her.

The serpent struck the earth, sending an earthquake outward. Buildings shivered and collapsed. Children screamed and mothers called out. Sophie pulled the monk up beside her, trying to get him to rise. They didn’t have much time. She had bought them but a moment, but a second. They had to move had to get the fuck out of there.

“Trip get up-“ Sophie begged. The monk was trying- it looked like he had twisted something in his leg at the sudden fall. Up up up up up up get up please.

A angry hiss as the earth cracked more. The demon raised its head. It’s mouth was full of stone and dirt. And a few dangling limbs. The creature dropped these and angled it’s head again. It’s body coiled, it’s clawed and displaced legs curling.

Their second was up.

Sophie couldn’t look away- she wanted to- but it was the same feeling a rabbit, over exhausted and run down, experiences when cornered by a fox. The sense of frozen dread. She could no more look away then the rabbit could overcome its fear.

Of course the human mind is a strange thing for the only thing that Sophie could think on was, We didn’t even get to eat the damn noodles we paid for.

Something flashed, a glitter a bit above the serpents head. Like the flash of a moth wing in moonlight.

Wha—

A pillar of black and gold materialized where the flash had been. Such a small insignificant staff.

Sophie knew that staff.

The staff elongated over the monsters head. It slammed straight into the back of the snakes skull. The sound of iron against bone rang in the sky like a thunderclap. The demon cried in confusion and pain- an unholy scream that sent the air to shaking. The staff drove the things face down into the soil, just feet away from Sophie and Tripataka. Bones snapped, the sound of scale cracking beneath the iron rod as it drove down, down, down, down. The earth cracked with the impact.

The pressure was too great. The hide split as the earth could not give anymore and blood came in a spray of red.

The demon, the great Drought Bringer, rolled a bloodshot eye upward. A iron rod ? Was that what fell it ? Something so insignificant. A shadow loomed from the sunlight. Feet pressed on the demons head.

The demon knew this creature - this mild looking and bored Monkey- and felt the contents of its stomach turn to water. Those eyes slashed downward, making the serpent flinch.

The burning heat in this demons gaze—

Sun Wukong knelt on the dying beasts skull the iron staff of Ruyi Jingu Bang resting across one shoulder. Those yellow eyes went from flaming to disinterested as the demonic monkey looked at the mortals.

“I told you the market was a bad idea.”

The blond haired women who had avoided the great Drought Bringers strike, shot up on her legs from the rubble.

“ARE you SERIOUS?!”

“I am. I told you all it was a bad idea.”

“You couldn’t have said that there was a demonic flying snake?!?”

“Do you think the bastard pig would have listened to me if I had ?” Wukong huffed. He swung a foot languidly off the side of the serpents skull. Wukong tapped the golden circlet on his brow. “I would have gotten another headache by this dumb band.”

“WUKONG A WHOLE TOWN WAS DESTROYED!”

“Bah.” He waved his hand at that. “It was gonna be destroyed. This beast wouldn’t have waited any longer to eat again.”

The foot pressed into the gore in the back of the demons spine and a half gasp, half cough, of pain exhaled from between broken jaws. The serpent didn’t remove its eye from the Demon king above it.

It had heard stories. Legends of five hundred years ago when it had been but a hatchling, of a monkey of stone waging war against Heaven. Of almost succeeding in bending that great power into a kowtow.

“WUKONG WE ALMOST GOT SWALLOWED WHOLE BY A FUCKING BIG ASS SNAKE.” Sophie retorted.

“Naw. I had it all under control.” Wukong tapped the edge of his staff now onto the creatures head.

“Though it is taking awhile to die…”

The serpent felt the monkey lean forward. The burning gaze was back now that the simian wasn’t staring at the women.

“Tougher than I thought you were.” His voice had become softer. “Survive a blow - even to just bleed out like a bloody hog- is no easy feat with my staff.”

The pressure from his clawed feet pricked the broken scales long the serpents skin. Those claws were drawing blood. The monkey leaned down to whisper almost sweetly.

“You never were going to get your fangs into them you disgusting worm. Wanna know why? Because I’m Sun Wukong. I am the Great Sage. And your Tale-” the weight of the monkey felt oppressive, his claws digging harder into the tender broken scales. “-your insignificant little blip in history is at an end.”

The monkey foot was the last thing the serpent, the Feiwei, saw before the staff was driven down again into its eye. The blindness as the pupil exploded under the contact and the sharp pain as the staff drove through the eye socket and into the recesses of the skull were the serpents last feelings.

Demonic minds were not like mortals. They did not flit between two threads of disconjointed emotions. The Feiwei knew it’s end and bitterly died.

The demon gave a final strangled gasp as it twitched once, twice and then was no more. The remaining demons eye rolled in its head. Crimson blood wept from the exposed eye socket and the broken skull. It mixed with the dirt to make a black patch in the soil. At the serpents death the air stopped its dry repression and eased in its intense heat.

Wukong stepped off lightly from the dead serpents head. His feet crossed through the bloody wake and up to Sophie who still stood, a bit dumbfounded, over Tripataka.

That was brutal. Sophie thought.

Then her body remembered itself and her stomach seized at the scent of demon blood. Bile burned up the back of her throat.

Please please please don’t throw up. That was the last thing she needed. Sophie pulled Tripataka up.

The monk hissed and winced as his weight tried to take his foot. And crumpled.

“Is it broken?” Sophie worried. She didn’t see any tears in the skin- any blood. Blood.

Again she fought a wave of nausea. The back of the demons neck had been cut wide open- almost as if obliterated- by a single strike. The trauma of the loss of so much bodily mass to a central location, the skull, had been enough to kill it but it had lived on. Just long enough for Wukong to stab it in the eye.

“Not … not broken. Just sprained.” Trip smiled, sweat building on his brow. “Sophie .. thank —“

Tripatakas words died on his throat as he disciple came into full view. And he blanched.

“Stupid beast.” Wukong picked his claws, flicking some of the blood free from their tips. The stone monkey was absolutely painted in crimson, having delivered the blow and standing behind the beast as it fell. Dark ichor dripped from the side of his face, matting the fur in places that the blood was thickest in.

“See Master ?” Wukong grinned- not helping the two mortals as they both struggled with their aversions: Tripataka for violence and Sophie for blood.

“I almost died ….” Trip muttered, the shock coming over him then.

“There there Trip.” Sophie soothed - but she sounded wooden as she also felt her stomach heave. Gods and spirits the blood stank.

“Why does everything bad happen to me?”

“It’s ok Trip.”

“Why is it always devouring they try and accomplish?! Buddha it’s breath stank of rot.”

“Most human eating demons don’t have pretty breath.”

Wukong, oblivious or willfully blind to the mortal dilemmas unfolding before him, swaggered closer.

“Well! That’s another monstrosity down. Solved with violence.” Wukong barred his teeth. His mood was improved from when they had first arrived and none had taken his warning seriously. Not even Sophie. That was an insult. She was lulled in by Pigsy who kept regaling all with the tales of this unique little village.

Utter drivel. Wukong had seen real food wonders- Hell he came from the most fruitful mountain in the world! What could some boiled water and limp noodles compare to the tastes of flower fruit mountain?

Wukong turned, leaning against his staff as he rested it against the ground. “Sophie did ya see that ?”

“Yes.” Her voice was tight as she watched the blood drip off Wukong.

“You didn’t throw up?” He inquired with a flash of teeth.

“… no I didn’t.” Her stomach kept trying to make her mouth open up but Sophie was stronger then that.

“HA! Soft women don’t lie! You look just as pale as when that thing was diving at you!” Wukong laughed, his tail twitching in humor. “How would either of you get by without me?”

“Wukong maybe nows not the time—“ Sophie tried but was brushed over as Wukong puffed his chest up and grinned all the wider.

“I, the great Sun Wukong have saved my master again. Did I not do a great job dispatching the beast for you master ?” It was half mock, half fishing for compliments. He did just slay a demonic multi limbed serpent out of the sky.

“Wukong…”

“Not even praise ?!” Well that was dreadfully disappointing. He expected some sort of good job from the monk.

Sophie wanted to roll her eyes. Can’t he read the room?

“Wukong you did a fantastic job!” Sophie would try and smooth things over. While also not suffering from her flipping stomach. “Amazing. It’s just the — the blood— it stinks. Worse then normal. —“

“I know you are thankful because you have decent sense but I want to hear it from him!”

At this moment Tripataka stood straight suddenly. He calmly limped to one of the bushes. And promptly vomited.

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Wukong huffed, irritable even in the hot springs warmth. He had a bucket in one hand and a washboard in the other, and had scrubbed the blood free of his clothes. Pants, shirt, tiger skin- it all had to be washed. Of course Wukong had pilfered some soap awhile back from the Market square the Pilgrims had passed through. He had set to work, scrubbing and pulling and worrying over the clothing until it was clean. He knew he had to clean it. He took pride in his looks and decorum. Wukong would have gone to the spring naturally on his own in time.

Wukong twitched the edge of his tail annoyed.

He was aware he was a bit unkempt after saving Sophie and Tripataka from the Feiwei. He had just batted the thing out of the air into the earth. There was bound to be blood and gore after a swing like that. Sophie had given him a brief berating of getting himself cleaned up- and when he had asked and demanded for what was rightly his - praise, thanks, AT LEAST A YOUR WELCOME- Sophie had promised him that she would lavish him in praise if he would just get clean.

Fine. If his Master wouldn’t spoil him in praise and was currently giving his attention to Sandy then the Monkey would wheedle it out of Reader.

Wukong sunk lower into the water, thinking. He hadn’t let the group go into the town without him. Though he had threatened and grumbled and said “fuck that” Wukong had set a double to follow from above, watching. Of course the Pig would follow his nose to the demons lair. Of course he would assure the others that there was no way this could be a demon.

Wukong swore the Pig was out to get them killed half the time.

Well the rest was predictable. As soon as that wiggling worm had taken one sniff of the monk, he had grown all greedy and hungry and hadn’t been able to keep its human disguise.

Wukong had the whole situation under control though- it had just - taken him a moment to wake up from his dozing. The snake had gotten a bit close. Maybe the invisible double had shoved the two mortals just a bit too hard. That twisted ankle of the Monks would take some time to heal. Luckily the village headman had given the group his home- a little but set back into a bit of shaded pine and with its own hot spring - to rest und for as long as needed. And while Wukong had endured the grating reprimand of Pigsy at being late, the monkey had felt a bit smug. His deeds had scored them nice lodgings.

Wukong wouldn’t care about where they slept. The Monkey King could simply find a nice patch anywhere and curl up. The boon I’m his cap though was the absolute excited light sweep into Sophie’s eyes at the mention of beds and pillows and a roof over their head.

Wukong pulled himself out of the water, the steam rising off of his body in the twilight air. It had been enough time since him washing his clothes to his longs soak that, in the summer sun, had dried enough. Maybe not the shirt but his trousers had. The rest would have to wait till morning. Wukong had a Reader to annoy now.

Sophie was in heaven. After the hellish day of demonic snakes and almost getting devoured, Sophie was comfortable and cozy and all too happy to rush to the futon that had been dragged into the center of her little room.

A bed. Clean clothes. A full belly. The horror of the day was an echo but it was still there. If she closed her eyes she could still hear it- still smell the hot breath blasting across their faces.

A knock on her door had her start from the memory.

Who’s that ?

It wouldn’t be Pigsy. The man had passed out hours ago after the steamed buns and broth the village headman had left for them. Maybe it was Sandy? That didn’t seem likely since he was currently nursing Tripitakas twisted ankle. It would be better after the swelling went down.

Did Wukong really take me up on my offer of praise?

“READER OPEN THE DOOR.”

Yep. There was only one stone monkey that sounded that annoyed yet still knocked with the politeness. Sophie stepped to the door and opened it.

And stared just a little.

She had been expecting to see a fully clothed Sun Wukong leaning against her door. What she hadn’t been expecting was a half dressed Wukong with his arms crossed over his chest. And emphasizing that he most certainly did not have a shirt on.

“Where’s your shirt?” Brilliant Sophie. Blurt the first thing that comes to mind. Wukong pushed off the doorframe and past her into the room, giving her a clear view of his pecs, his shoulders, his back.

Pull it together girl and get your mind out of the gutter.

“I had to clean it since you and the monk threw a sick fest at a little bit of blood.” The monkey sat down, crossing his legs beneath him. At least he knows how to make himself comfortable.

“Right…” Sophie watched as Wukong began to slide his fingers through the wet fur along his back, beside his face and over his arms. Grumbling as his nails seemed to catch and pull in the longer bits of his fur. Wukong flexed his arms to reach a spot. The ripple of muscle along his back was unexpected.

Sophie felt her face flame up. I’m glad he’s so wrapped into himself because if he saw what I looked like right now—

“Well I’m clean now but my fur is all snarled.” He snapped. The monkey was currently struggling with a knot of fire at the base of his neck.

“I have a brush you can borrow.” Anything to get my head out of that space and back in line with normal thinking. She crossed the mats and grabbed her bag. Sophie plucked her brush free from its place, walking back to Wukong. She was a bit startled he was watching her, his eyes half closed in thought.

“You know what… this wouldn’t have happened if you had just followed my warning women.”

“What?”

“A mess is what you and Pigsy and Trip caused.” Wukong leaned his head back and let the water still clinging to his fur, drip downward. “All because you didn’t listen to the warning I gave.”

What was she supposed to do? Sophie had been hungry, had been just as trusting of Pigsys judgment of what was mortal and what was maligned hungry demonic pretending to be mortal. She tried to pass the brush to Wukong, hoping that if she gave him what he wanted he would leave off his snippy comments.

The monkey raised an eyebrow at the brush.

“You can take it ya know- it’s as good as any comb you have.” Sophie lifted the brush and ran it through her hair in demonstration. Hers was a simple hairbrush with short bristles and a worn handle from use.

“Back on the mountain many female members of my kingdom would kowtow and beg for a chance I’m about to give you.” Wukong said.

Chance ?

The monkey king closed her hands over the handle. He turned, setting his hands on his knees as his back faced her now. “Not everyone gets the chance I am giving you- so be grateful.”

“You want me to… brush you?”

“Brush my fur.” It was more command then question.

“Alright.”

Sophie began at the tops of his shoulders. The short bristled brush caught in the hair and slide free, leaving it untangled. Wukongs fur was thick enough to be like her own hair and the brush carefully and methodically by Sophie’s hand, worked through the thickest patches of fur. At places she would have to switch to a comb, one Wukong slid soundlessly from his pocket and passed back to her. This was strangely nice… if not a bit intimate. The constant motion of the brush, of the task, was helping her still jittery mind calm and work through the events that had led up to them being here in a house. With her grooming Wukong.

“When did you know about the demon?” It came tumbling from her mouth before she could stop it.

“As soon as we came upon the village.” Wukong answered. He had his eyes closed, tail swaying against the wooden floor. “The townspeople stank of demon. Seems that beast has been feeding them up to try and cultivate some souls.”

“Sounds like how some insects raise other bugs” Like how ants raise aphids.

“Or like how mortals raise cattle.” Wukong commented.

“Mmm” Sophie felt her mind run through the memories again. The serpent lashing out- and her ability to drag Trip out of the way of that strike. Of the great snake lifting it’s head from the broken earth. Of it lunging a second time. We both could have been dead so fast. No one would have known. Wukong had been left behind, Pigsy had been thrown off somewhere. Only Sandy knew what may have happened to them. Sophie’s brushing slowed.

A snap of fingers made her blink out of the memories.

“Speak.”

“Speak?”

“Don’t parrot me.” Wukong opened his eye just a fraction to shoot her a glare. “ Something on your mind, you stupid women. Spit it out.”

“I thought… I thought we were dead..”

“You would have been if I hadn’t come!” Wukong reached back and took her hand in his. The Monkey king moved the brush up to his head where the fur was in a most disheveled state. Sophie started to gently untangle it, careful of how hard or how fast she worked. He may be able to burst from fires and come away without any lacerations but he may not take kindly to a mortal carelessly tugging at his fur. The wet strands moved slowly through the bristles as he talked. “Makes you want to take heed of a Kings words hmm?”

For all his boasting and puffing up, for all his prideful japes and comments… he almost had been too late. If she hadn’t yanked Trip. If they hadn’t run … “You almost weren’t there though…”

“Sophie.”

“Yea?”

He was turned about, facing her dead on before she could blink. Wukongs yellow eyes looked over her then. Little scrapes here and their. No major cuts. Except for the still red and puffy slice along her cheek. Wukong reached forward and ran a thumb over the slice. I should have sent more then one invisible douple.

“You wouldn’t have been eaten.” He would lessen her worry, and reaffirm his abilities. Had she forgotten? He was Sun Wukong- no demon could stop him. “I wouldn’t have let it happen. I would have torn the bastard apart before it got even a flick of spit on you. You or the monk.”

And next time I’ll make sure I leave them with two invisible doubles instead of one.

Sophie had frozen when he brushed his hand across her face. He was being kind, sensing her turmoil over it all. She was about to say something in kind, something to match that kindness.

“It’s my duty to protect the weak mortals on this quest. It would reflect badly on me as King of Flower Fruit Mountain if I let those under my care get devoured by some slimy worm.” Of course he couldn’t resist the opportunity to flaunt his importance.

“That almost sounds like reassurance.” Sophie sighed. She raised the brush up again in silent question.

“It is reassurance.” He affirmed. Wukong nodded once at the brush, spinning back around. “No harm comes to those that are in my care.”

“Well. Then if it only takes brushing your fur for that… I would be happy to do it every night.”

Wukongs tail gave a little flick. They spent the rest of the night talking, trading quips and jokes. As the of cicadas from beyond the doors blended with the soft swish of the brush, a feeling of contentment and camaraderie fell between the two. And something … more grew.

#hcwrites #hcfanfics #writing stuff #for jttw monkeybuisness #ITS DONE #I feel like I could polish and spiff it a bit more but if I did I’m afraid I would end up with 20 pages instead of the 16 this is #THIS FIC WAS SUPPOSED TO GO IN A DIFF DIRECTION SO THE NAME IT ORIGINALLY HAD DIDNT FIT #this is what happens when I wanna write big old monster and such #jttw MONKEYBUISNESS #jttw tag #sun wukong #sophie x Wukong #Wukong #sun wukong x reader #poor trip I felt so bad for the man #I DIDNT WRITE TOO MUCH PIGSY INTO HERE BECAUSE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN TALKING AND RIPPING WUKONG AND THAT WOULD HAVE ADDED TO THE PAGE LENGTH #I will include him in the next one more #THIS ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT THEIR COMFORT FOODS #or their fave foods but it became something else.#sometimes that’s how it works #I listened to the ‘For the Throne’ albumin that was made for Game of thrones #ALBUMNIN?!? ALBUM YOU STUPID PHONE - I ain’t going back to fix mah spelling error PFTT I’m too far in #jttw au #jttw fanfic #did I talk about pretty backs ? maaaaaybeeee #maaaaybeee that’s my weakness #maybe you can’t prove it’s not just mine but OTHER peoples weakness as well #👀#in my defence Kiri draws muscles a little TOOO tempting #just like another person does and it ain’t fair man.

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wheels-of-despair · 3 months

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A Hot, Cheesy Pizza Guy Pairing: Argyle x You Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: You're home alone, wallowing in a pit of unspecified grief… when your favorite pizza guy comes a-knockin'. Song: I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick Words: 1k

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I See you cryin' (cryin, cryin') Feelin' all alone without a friend

"Helloooo?"

A knock on your door brings you out of your haze.

"Go away," you whisper, knowing they can't hear you. Your back rests against a kitchen cabinet, your legs splayed out in front of you on the cool tile you'd slumped to when the grief became too much to bear.

"Helloooo? Pineapple Girl? It's meeee. Argyle. Your favorite pizza guuuuy."

Your bleary eyes look toward the door, where the knocking continues. You hadn't called and ordered a pizza. You hadn't called anyone. You're pretty sure that "go away" was the first thing you'd said out loud in days.

"I know you didn't call."

Can he read your mind? If so… sorry, Argyle the Pizza Guy.

"But you're the only person who always takes my bodacious recommendations, and you haven't called for two weeks, and I wondered if you were okay."

A fresh wave of tears appears and begins pouring down your face. The only person who cares about you is the pizza guy.

"Like… I'll leave it out here and go if you want. No charge. But it'd be real cool if you could prove that you're alive? Are you sick? Was the last pizza not good? I knew it was too early to introduce anchovies to our relationship. My bad. Oh, man." He heaves a sigh that you can hear through the door, and you wonder if he's given up on you. "Oh, man. You're not cheating on me with the Pizza Hut guy, are you?"

You laugh.

Heart broken, tears streaming down your face, and you just laughed at the pizza guy.

"Was that a laugh? Did you just laugh? You're totally busted now, you gotta open the door."

You hesitate.

"C'mon, there's nothing a hot, cheesy pizza can't fix. Wait'll you see what I came up with this time. It's a good one."

Your stomach growls, siding with Argyle.

You take a deep breath, wipe your eyes on your shirt, and stand. You hastily straighten your clothes and try to fix your hair. You're glad there's no mirror in here; you're sure you look like hell. Hopefully it's not bad enough to scare him off.

You creep to the door, unlock it, and crack it open.

"Pineapple Girl! Hey! Oh dude, are you okay?"

"Rough week," you croak, attempting a smile. His eyes fill with pity. You must look as bad as you feel.

"You know," he says, his dark eyes sparkling and his mouth twisting into a mischievous smile. "I've got something that'll make all your troubles just floooat away." He holds up his free hand and rolls it in a way that reminds you of ocean waves.

"How much?" you ask the stoner with the excellent salesmanship.

"Uh, hang on…" Argyle squints and uses his finger to perform some quick calculations in the air. "Zero dollars."

You chuckle.

"Would you like to come in?" you ask, much to your own surprise. Argyle nods, and you open the door all the way and stand aside. "Uh, sorry about the mess."

"Chica, you should see my place."

Argyle walks inside, pizza box in hand, and heads for the couch. You close the door and follow, wishing everything were cleaner. But he doesn't seem to mind.

"You want something to drink?" You're on hostess auto-pilot, and you're grateful to the manners that had been instilled in your sub-conscious.

"Right on!"

You dig in the fridge, find two cans of soda, and bring them to the living room. Argyle is carefully packing a bowl on your coffee table. You sit on the arm of the sofa, as far away from him as you can get. When's the last time you showered?

"Sit down, Pineapple Girl, this stuff's gonna knock you on your ass."

You chuckle and move your ass from the armrest to the cushion, and he hands you the bowl. The sweet smell of the weed that soon fills the room makes you forget all about your showering concerns... and the rest of your woes, too.

He was right. This shit knocked you on your ass. You and Argyle the Pizza Guy lay back against your couch, feet on the coffee table and eyes to the ceiling.

"Why'd you really come here?" you mumble.

"You're the only person who likes my creative combos," he says.

You start giggling.

"What?"

You giggle harder.

"Whaaaaat?" he moans.

Your body is shaking uncontrollably now.

"Tell meeeeee," he whines.

"You know I pick half that stuff off when you leave?" you wheeze.

"What? Nooooo," he mourns. "Why?"

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings." Your giggling has turned to a light chuckle now.

"You're worried about my feelings?"

"Yeah," you admit to the crack in the ceiling.

"How come?"

"'Cause you're a really cool guy."

You smile sleepily, completely content to just sit here quietly with the pizza guy you see once a week for about sixty seconds.

"That's… not the only reason I came here," he says quietly.

"Hm?" you hum, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"You're kinda the highlight of my week."

You turn your head to look at him. He turns his to look at you.

"I have the hugest frickin' crush on you," he confesses.

Your jaw drops.

"Oh shit, I made it weird. Did I make it weird? I made it weird. Why do I always make it weird?!" He leans forward and puts his head in his hands. You reach out to touch his arm, thankful you can reach him without getting up. You couldn't have chased after him if you wanted to, thanks to that killer weed. His eyes land on your hand, then travel up your arm, and finally to your hopefully-not-still-tear-streaked face.

"What if I have a huge frickin' crush on you too?" you ask softly.

"Me?" he asks, his dark eyes sparkling.

"You think I'd let just any pizza guy pick my toppings for me?"

Argyle lets out the goofiest laugh you've ever heard, and you collapse into a fit of giggles again. He leans back on the couch, and you just watch each other and laugh for a bit. Soon, you start to wonder if you've accidentally started a staring contest.

"Thank you for showing up today. I really needed this."

Argyle smiles, and then his face falls.

"Oh, shit!"

"What?" you ask, sharing his panic but not knowing why.

"We totally forgot about the pizza!"

You laugh again, and he leans forward and lifts the lid to check on the cold pizza you've both forgotten about.

"Alright, you stay here, I'm gonna heat this up, and when I get back with a hot, gooey, delicious pizza… you're gonna tell me which toppings you actually like."

"Alright," you laugh. He smiles and picks up the pizza box, heading to the kitchen you'd been crying your eyes out in just a little while ago.

Argyle was right… mostly.

There's nothing a hot, cheesy pizza guy can't fix.

#writings of despair #argyle x you #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #corroded-hellfire's valentine's day playlist

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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The Arcana HCs: M6 when they've gone too long without your affection

Some fluff after yesterday's post

Julian

How dare you ignore him

But not in an entitled way, more like in a "I'm baby though" kind of way

He knows you've been busy, the last several days have had you running around putting out fires and you're tired

But now his brain is yelling at him and he's remembering all the reasons he's given you to leave him (including the time he tried to leave you)

But he's a better man now, he can handle this, he just needs to show you what he wants

Which means he is going to dial up the charm to 3000

He spends the whole day tripping over himself to woo you

Let him get that door, let him grab that chair, let him pick up the tab on this one, here's a bouquet he grabbed!

And it works, you pick up from a comment here and there that he's missed you, and you're able to give him all the reassuring affection his heart desires

Now that he has what he was missing, he's melting, humming happily as you catch your breath together

You'd better not forget again

Asra

They knew they deserved this

You could only accompany him on so many of his trips, you have a shop to run and his travels are more out of nature than necessity

But they kept their trips short now, and they were so excited to surprise you

And he walked in the back door early in the morning, just in time to see you walking out the front for a morning of errands

No worries, they can wait until you get back, and they chillax in the back room for a nap

He wakes up to the sound of you back in the shop, and he's got a blanket draped over him, but you're not turning to him because you're busy talking to the customers, and you know, running a business...

It's finally evening and the last customer has left, they're setting out tea for you, and you're so tired you press a quick kiss to their cheek and plop down at the table for your refresher, asking about their trip

This isn't right, where are his snuggles???

Look at these pillows he's nestling into MC, they're so soft, you should try them

Look at their arms stretching up into the most graceful catlike arch, and look, when they come back down there's a you-shaped space right against their chest

He's lounging in the coziest pile of soft things with tousled curls and the most adoring, sleepy gaze, and he knows exactly what he's doing, and it's working

Once you succumb to the invitation, that's it, it's done, they're not letting you go until the next morning

Nadia

She's been busy, she knows that, but now that you live in the palace with her she's able to sneak five minutes with you here and there throughout the day

Except today you've been in high demand, somehow there are issues cropping up in all the parts of the palace that she isn't that require magical attention

So she misses lunch with you, and then she misses tea with you, and then she misses dinner with you, and now she's hearing that you'll have to stay in the old shop for the night and come back in the morning

Now it's hitting her that as much as you've freed her to follow through on being Countess, she's left the larger part of making time together to you

She feels awful, partially because she doesn't like knowing she didn't do something perfectly

And partially because, hey, she misses you

When you get back the next morning she's whisking you away to one of her resorts for a few days of uninterrupted relaxation

It's okay if you don't have the energy right now to show her affection, that's not going to stop her from showering you with it

Muriel

He knows he can be grouchy and difficult to approach sometimes, but you've never let that stop you

And he knows there's a rational explanation for this, you've been shuttling your possessions between the hut and the shop, getting ready to build a life with him

But he hasn't had a hug from you since yesterday morning, and now it's nearing dinner time, and you've only just arrived in the clearing with another bundle of bags

You're just happy to have the bulk of the work done, as of this evening almost everything has been taken to the correct location and all you need to do now is unpack

And there's your steadfast Muriel, lifting the bundles out of your arms and lumbering ahead of you into your new home together

Now you're reaching for the second bundle of things to put away, and oh look, it's right next to Muriel

You're searching for a cloak as the temperature drops for the night, and oh look, it's draped over his shoulder

You're sitting down to eat dinner, and look at that, your bowl and floor cushion are next to Muriel

He's not trying to be subtle, he's just setting things up so that he'll be easier to approach

You decide that's enough unpacking for the evening, and spend the rest of the night curled into his side, watching his arm creep shyly around your shoulders as the minutes pass

Portia

In case it's not clear by now, she has workaholic tendencies

You're good at pulling her out of them, the same way she's good at bringing the fun back into the crazy adventure that your life has become

Except you've been distracted lately with figuring out what that new life looks like with her, and she's been distracted doing the same thing, and neither of you have been focusing on each other enough

But this afternoon the tasks she expected to fill up her time finished up remarkably fast, and she has free time for you now

It's hitting her as she returns to the cottage that she hasn't had any energy for you at the end of the day, only enough to wish you sweet dreams

And when she gets back, you're not at the cottage, you're busy, and she hadn't thought to ask you where you would be

So now she has free time, and a chance to rest, and only Pepi to snuggle with

You get back to the comfiest space ever

There's hearty soup and bread on the table, the air is clean and fresh, and she's helping you out of your outer layer and into some cozy slippers

She's buzzing around the room, trying to ask you about your day and catch up on your plans and catching herself every time she interrupts you

Once you finish eating you help her do the dishes and two of you snuggle up in front of the fire with cocoa, daydreaming all the excitement back into your futures

Lucio

How dare you ignore him pt. 2

But this time it is definitely in the entitled way, and that's the problem

He's been enjoying the simple life with you, taking jobs, bouncing from place to place, always with you at his side to fix his oopsies, and -

Oopsie

In the last five jobs he'd taken, you've had to fix four oopsies because he didn't want to pay attention or be patient, and that was why you were ignoring him

You weren't actually ignoring him, you just wanted something less frenzied, so you had suggested that you each take shorter, separate jobs and split up for 48 hours to do them

And now he was squinting at the description for the sixth time in ten minutes, trying to figure out if he had the right beast or not, and you weren't there to tell him

At least he's able to acknowledge his shortcomings now

When the two of you meet up again, he is both ecstatic and unusually subdued

He won't let you do anything with him, he's making camp and planning your new route all by himself, so you won't need to take another break anytime soon

The thing is, you missed him too

So you're praising his work and gently pulling his tasks away from him and curling up to get a proper night's rest, safe in the assurance that he'll be there to fight off anything that comes your way

It's totally not because his compass was broken and you didn't know how to tell him

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana shitpost #the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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angryschnauzer · 2 years

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Wrong Number

Summary: After a stressful week at work you send a booty call text to a guy you’ve met on Tinder, but it goes to the wrong person... and that person is your boss.

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Fandom: Henry Cavill

Pairing: Captain ‘Logan’ Syverson x Female reader (no race or size mentioned)

Wordcount: 3030

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Booty call, Dirty Talk, Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, oral sex (male receiving), Pearl Necklace

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Wrong Number

Fuck, it had been a day. Usually Fridays were ok if a little rushed, people wanting things before the end of the week and the weekend office shut down, but with your boss out of the office and out of contact all day it had seemed to bring the fuckers out of the woodwork. You had pent up aggression and you needed to blow off some steam. On the drive home you’d had an idea, and once home and with a measure of vodka sitting in the glass next to you, you crafted the text to the guy you’d already had one date with from Tinder.

Opening your phone you downed the last of the liquid in your glass before concentrating on the text;

‘My pussy needs you tonight. My place by 8pm or i’m heading out to the bar’

Scrolling through your contacts you hit Lukas Stevenson and hit send, setting it down on the counter before you made your way to the shower.

Sy was waiting at the checkpoint of the military base as the MP’s went through his truck. This wasn’t his first rodeo for bidding for a military contract, so he knew that if tools came on base they had to have a full inventory list, and he was meticulous with his paperwork. It was just frustrating. It had been a long day. The meeting had lasted all day as they had negotiated terms of their contract for the biggest construction job his company will have ever taken on. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, he was used to spending his days in t-shirts and combat shorts, to spend the day in a white button down shirt with a tie and smart dress pants wasn’t his style, he’d usually only put on this kind of monkey suit if he was getting laid. He let out a quiet snort of laughter, there was next to zero chance of that happening tonight. At that very moment his phone chimed, pulling it out and reading the text message from his secretary; his eyebrows shot so far up his forehead he was surprised they didn’t pop off the top of his head.

“Logan Syverson?” The MP called his name as he entered the small checkpoint hut as Sy locked his phone screen.

“Yup, that’s me” Sy confirmed with a grin on his face, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The MP set his keys on the counter and pushed the paperwork and pen towards Sy;

“All checked, just sign out and you’re good to go”

Still smiling from ear to ear, Sy signed the paper and grabbed his keys;

“Thanks man, you have a good evening”

“You too Mr Syverson”

The young grunt had no idea just how good of an evening Sy was about to have. Gunning the engine of his big truck, Sy peeled out of the base and hit the highway at 70mph, he was on a deadline to get across town.

Putting the finishing touches to your makeup and hair, you stood in front of the mirror and admired your outfit - if you could call it that - adjusting the loosely tied short wrap dress, before flipping the skirt up and admiring how the miniscule thong panties barely covered anything and were little more than a few pieces of string. They did however frame your ass perfectly. Glancing at the clock it was 7.58pm, he had two more minutes to get there. You chose your heels but didn’t put them on, instead set them by the foot of your bed, if you had to go out you wanted to wear them for as short of a time as possible.

The guy from Tinder - Lukas - he was cute, and yeah your first date had been good and there had definitely been potential for more, but something clawed at your nerves about him. Perhaps you should just go out anyway, it was only one minute to go, was he the right guy? Absolutely not, but the one you really wanted was off limits. Perhaps…

The doorbell buzzed and it made you jump;

“Oh well, time for some dick” you muttered as you strode across the apartment and opened the door, your eyes going wide; “Sy!”

Standing on the doorstep was your boss, Logan Syverson, or as everyone called him; Sy. Before you could even process what had happened he strode into your apartment and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body;

“Now that was a good text message you sent, made a shitty day absolutely better in just two sentences”

Suddenly everything made sense and you realised you’d sent the text to the wrong number, Logan being before Lukas in your phone book. But was it really the wrong number? Hell, he was your boss, he was meant to be off limits, but he wasn’t on your doorstep to berate you, hell, his face was inches from your own, his expression unreadable as if waiting for you to either say it was all a mistake or make a move. You chose the latter, taking his face in your hands as you stood on tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. This was the trigger that unleashed the beast.

With a growl Sy deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing between your lips and into your mouth, a low hum rumbling from his chest as he tasted you. With his free hand he swung it behind him and slammed the apartment door, before hoisting you into his arms and resting his massive hands on your ass. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your legs naturally entwined his waist, barely able to cross your ankles behind him due to the thick muscled trunk of his body filling the space between your thighs.

Sy broke the kiss, both of you breathless;

“Bedroom?”

“On the right”

In just a few strides he was in your bedroom and throwing you down on your bed, licking his lips as you bounced on the mattress, your dress riding up and your barely covered pussy on show. Towering over you he pulled at his tie, loosening it before pulling it from the collar, turning his already rolled up shirt sleeves one more time as he grinned at you;

“That is a very pretty piece of string you got there”

You coyly pulled at your dress, parting it even more as you spread your legs;

“You like it?”

“I’ve seen wider dog leashes”

“Ah, but they’re for dogs, this is for a sweet little kitty cat”

He got to his knees between your legs, running his hands up your thighs;

“I’ll be the judge of how sweet your pussy is”

He slid his hands to your core, pulling the tiny thong aside as you could feel his breath on your soaked petals, the anticipation of his touch hanging in the air, before he pushed his face forward and inhaled your scent deeply;

“Smell so fucking good”

His lips pressed a kiss to your folds, before pushing your legs further apart and running his tongue from your hole to your clit. There was no escaping the immediate intensity of it, you’d heard the crews at work joking about Sy’s reputation with the ladies and his prowess with his tongue, but it had never been something you’d thought you’d get to experience, and yet there you were, being sent to heaven thanks to your boss’s tongue pushing your pussy to new limits of pleasure. Grasping at the bedcovers you could feel yourself start to shake, the onset of an orgasm surging up on you as you were unable to stay quiet, squeals and gasps escaping your mouth before you came with a scream, grinding your pussy onto Sy’s mouth as he grunted and moaned whilst you convulsed on the bed.

As your orgasm died away he finally relented, pressing kisses to your stomach as his thick fingers fumbled with the tie to your dress, finally working the knot loose and enabling him to cup your breasts that were free of a bra;

“Such pretty titties. Have to stop myself from staring down those blouses of yours whenever you bend over and ask me to sign things, ‘cos the only thing i want to sign is that ass of yours with my handprint”

“Fuck… Sy… get up here”

Kneeling on the bed between your legs, he pressed one thigh to your core, the pressure and the rub of the expensive fabric against your sensitive cunt making you whimper. Your hands strayed, moving from his shoulders and down his arms, before pushing one between your bodies and letting out a gasp as you felt his meat, hard and thick against your stomach, still encased in its respectable confines. You pressed kisses to his face, fumbling at whatever clothing and button you could find;

“Need you naked… want to feel you… skin on skin…”

He backed off and shrugged out of his shirt, and for the first time you saw that his upper arms and chest were patterned with tattoos, and a thick layer of hair covering his chest and stomach that just yearned for your fingers to trace through. As your hand inched closer to his zipper he caught your wrist in his grasp, gently cradling it;

“Dress off and on your hands and knees”

You frantically scrambled to do as he said, pulling your dress off and tossing it onto the floor, giving you a moment to glance over your shoulder and admire Sy’s physique as he carefully stepped out of his smart shoes before taking the rest of his clothing off. As he stood behind you in full glory it was hard to comprehend how amazing he looked, from his wide shoulders and thick chest, muscled ass and thighs, to the thick dick that swung hard and turgid against his thigh. He rubbed it gently with one hand as he grabbed your chin with his other hand, pulling you into a sloppy kiss before releasing you and pressing you down until your hands were on the covers. You heard him shuffling as he got to his knees, both of his massive hands on your ass as he peeled the tiny thong down your legs, before grasping handfuls of your ass cheeks and pushing his mouth to your core.

His tongue was everywhere, tasting you again as he worked you into a frenzy, pulling away just as you were starting to clench around nothing, and that’s when you felt it, the thick mushroom head of his dick pressing against your cunt, before he moved and ran it the length of your slit, dousing himself in your juices before it was back at your entrance and this time pushing in, splitting your walls open with his girth.

The feel of his thick meat parting your velvet channel almost sent you over the edge, your walls not used to such girth. He went slow and steady, with the confidence of a man that knew he was blessed but also knew how to work with what nature gave him. You felt his hand run down your stomach to your pussy, lightly rubbing circles on your clit to help relax you. He rocked his hips back and forth, easing the way as your pussy grew used to the intrusion. It didn’t stop your leg from trembling, something Sy picked up on immediately;

“You are doing so well cupcake, just relax for me, you can do it. I know its a lot to take the first time, but in time you’ll be a pro at taking my big dick in this tight little kitty cat”

His voice was low and soft, calming as your body felt like it was going to scream, but with his slow and gentle efforts as he warmed you up;

“That’s it cupcake, i bet you don’t even realise you’re moving with me now, do ya? Your pussy is so wet and juicy, taking me so well”

His arms moved again, this time circling your torso to pull you up to kneeling, his hips working a long slow arc as he fucked you from behind, his lips on your neck as his beard tickled your shoulder. His thrusts got hard, faster, your cries getting higher before you slipped, falling down face first on the bed and taking Sy with you.

Somehow he stayed inside you, your bodies connected as you lay face down and prone on your bed. He carefully moved, never pulling out as he moved to straddle your thighs, his strong arms caging you in before he set off at a brutal pace, fucking your tight pussy with renewed vigour;

“So fucking tight” he cursed, the loud slap of his adonis belt against your ass almost echoing around the room; “... love watching your ass bounce, look at that jelly jiggle”

The slap slap slap of skin on skin was unmistakable should anyone be walking by the apartment, but you didn’t care, he was hitting all the right spots and you were about to cream all over his dick. As if reading your thoughts Sy angled his next thrust just right and hit the jackpot, the smooth curve of the underside of his crown sliding deliciously against your g-spot and you came with a silent scream, shaking around him as your body went tight and pleasure flowed through your body.

Sy had slowed down, before he pushed up on his hands and knees, pulling out and turning you over.

“What are you… what are you doing?” you panted out as you were still trying to catch your breath.

“A pancake ain’t done till it’s been flipped on both sides” and with that he hooked your leg over his hip and slid home, filling your still quivering walls before he set off with powerful thrusts.

Holding his face in your hands you pressed a kiss to his lips, grinning up at the beast above you as he stuffed you with his fat dick, your wetness now coating your inner thighs and running down to form an obscenely sized wet patch beneath your ass.

With each thrust you could feel every ridge and vein that ran the length of his dick, the fat girth stretching your walls to elicit endless pleasure, and his heavy balls slapping against your ass each time he thrust into you. Pushing himself up onto his arms, Sy widened his stance to push your legs further apart so he could go deeper, immediately finding your pleasure spot and making your eyes roll back in their sockets.

“Such a good girl for me… love watching those titties bounce…” to emphasise his words he put just a little more power into the end of each thrust, your breasts jiggling in response. With a grunt Sy glanced down between your bodies to where you were joined together; “Fuck… you gonna cum one for time for me cupcake?” not waiting for a response he slid a hand between you and rubbed at your clit as he thrust into you, sending you over the edge as you clung to his arms as you came for the third time.

“Fuck, so fuckin’ good, where do you want it?”

High on endorphins your subconscious answered for you;

“In my mouth Sy, i want you to cum in my mouth”

He quickly pulled out, fisting himself as you moved to your hands and knees, opening wide for him just in time as thick ropes of cum came spurting out, covering your face and breasts. Leaning forwards you took his purple heart shaped tip into your mouth and oh so gently sucked, causing a strangled cry to sound above you;

“Holy fucking hell, ah fuck SHIT”

One final spurt filled your mouth before Sy’s legs buckled and he collapsed on the bed, your limbs turning to jelly as you did the same. As you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, a massive arm wrapped around your torso and pulled you to a heavily tattooed chest;

“Not tapping out on me there are ya’ Cupcake? Gotta be ready for round 2 in a couple of minutes”

You peered out of one eye and saw Sy grinning at you before he nodded down the bed. Following his gaze you saw that his dick was already starting to stir and come to life again.

“I’m screwed”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek;

“In the best possible way… oh, got a little sumthin’ on your face there Cupcake”

He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a towel you’d not hung up after your shower, carefully wiping off his cum from your face before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose;

“Good as new. Now how about you climb on and show big Sy how good of a cowgirl you can be”

It was going to be a long night.

You woke face down and drooling into your pillow, your naked ass uncovered, the sounds of your neighbours usual Saturday morning routines floating in through the open window. As you came to the scent of pancakes started to hit your senses, at which point you tried to move and your entire body reminded you of the extended rough fuck session you’d had the previous night with your boss, Sy.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you stood and were reminded of how sticky your inner thighs were and smiled at the snippets of memories that floated into your mind. Staggering to the doorway you glanced into the kitchen to see your boss standing in just his boxer briefs as he cooked a stack of pancakes. Hearing movement he turned and grinned;

“Mornin’ Cupcake”

“I’m… i’m just gonna go freshen up”

“Perfect, then get your ass back into bed, i made you pancakes and you’ve got something i wanna eat for breakfast”

You grinned, let out a little sigh, and resigned yourself to the fact now that you were fucking your boss you could probably get away with sleeping at your desk, as the weekend was going to be far from restful.

#captain sy x reader #captain syverson #syverson x reader #sy x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic

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jacesbeloved · 2 years

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amidst the waves

summary: born a lowborn, your family a group of fishermen that supply the market; one day, it wasn’t a fish caught but rather, a young man.

pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader

warnings/notes: light mentions of blood, head injury, luke being a sweet boi, wrote this on a whim

part: I, II, III

The sea had been much nicer.

You had finished your daily arrangements, just getting back to your small hut after traveling to the market with your brother to sell the fish you caught just earlier to the vendors. Dropping the pouch with small amount of silver coins on the wooden table.

The smell of fish reeked inside of the small hut, your siblings planting themselves on the floor while your mother scolded you three. Telling you to shower and get rid of the fishy smell.

You chuckled lightly at her furious look when your younger siblings ignored her. You kiss her on the cheek before leaving the hut, and she complains about your odor once more.

The skies were clearer than usual, with no frightening or thundering grey clouds over the shore. It was one of those occurrences where the gods blessed you with pleasant weather for fishing and enjoying the sun at the bay. Because of it, showering was easier since the covers weren't flying and being blown away by the wind.

"Did mother and father just leave?" You inquire as you enter your hut. Alaine, your younger sister, shrugged. Continuing on sharpening a random stick of wood for spearing. "It's been quite some time, I think-" When Arrel, the youngest, speaks to answer, the sounds of horses neighing cut him off.

"Stay here." You pull them away from the open windows and into a room near the small kitchen.

You slowly peered out the window; horses and men in armor were standing outside of the hut. A harsh knock on the door startles you. "Is there someone here?"

The force of the knock somehow scares you that the man might break down your door, so you open it. A tall man covered in silver armor with various illustrations on his chest plate stood outside, a number of knights behind him.

Your eyebrows furrowed. What could have been their business here?

"Is there something wrong?" You ask politely.

The man in front of you cranes his neck to look behind you; your two siblings can be seen peering through the doorway of the room they were hiding in.

"May we come in?" Before you even get to reply, the guards have already welcomed themselves in. Five guards were going inside of your house as you looked at them with confusion. Your family has been an upright family, not disobeying your lords, not being selfish about your daily gains in the market. There couldn't have possibly been a law that your family broke that made the guards raid your house.

They looked around your house, touching things they shouldn't even be touching. Your questions were left unanswered as they ignored you.

"That- That's my siblings. They're children. What is the issue!? You cannot just barge into our home and not tell us why!" You say it loudly when they start pulling your siblings out of the room and to the open area. The guards looked at you with their eyebrows raised. Surprised, you actually got the balls to raise your voice at them.

"Has there been a young man that came from the shore? Perhaps, swam to here?" The head of the guards asks. "Not that tall, brown hair, porcelain skin." He further elaborates.

You swiftly shake your head, telling them that you're more than positive that there hasn't been a man from the shore. Your family didn't even have neighbors. How could a man swim to the shoreline without you knowing?

He nods at you, re-gripping the butt of his sword. "Very well." One jerk of his head and the guards inside of your home leave your hut. You ran after them to ask questions about what exactly was happening and what they wanted.

The guard laughs at your demand, handing you a heavy pouch. "For your troubles."

Your forehead creased even further. You wanted answers, they gave you gold. "Sister, what's in it?" Your siblings asked enthusiastically, running to your hand.

You sighed heavily, handing them the heavy pouch before closing the door, checking to make sure that the guards had already left. They squealed loudly upon pouring the content of the pouch out. Numerous golden coins spilled out of it. Their small hands held as many gold coins as they could while you rubbed your temple.

The coin shone between your fingers, the familiar embossed image of King Jahaerys on the front of the coin.

"Y/N!" You shot up. The voice was familiar. It's your father.

You immediately snapped to your siblings, grabbing the coins and placing them in the pouch before handing them to them. "Stay in the room, will you? Take the coins."

The worst possible situation was in your mind, your father rowing in your injured mother, or even the other way around. Or could it be possible that both of them are injured? All of these thoughts were far from what was incoming.

Both your mother and father were rowing in as fast as they could, a small body seemingly also inside the small wooden boat.

"Gods be good, we saw him swimming in the middle of the sea!" Your mother exclaims, her brow furrowed in concern, as you assist them in removing a man your age from the boat. Your father grunted heavily as he desperately tried to check the man's body, doing what he does whenever one of you almost drowns while swimming. Hands expertly pumping his chest.

As you watch your parents grow worried at the man's blue tone, an image suddenly flashes in your mind.

"Not that tall, brown hair, porcelain skin,"

His body jerks up. You three jumped a bit at him. He coughs, water coming out of his mouth as he couldn't even raise his body. Your father helped him by turning his head to the right to stop him from choking on the water in his mouth.

You turn the man's body to the side, grunting loudly because of the heavy leather he wore. You hit his back firmly to help him cough out the water.

"Boy, can you hear us? Hello?" Your mother's hand waves in front of his face before cupping the stranger's face.

His eyes slowly flutter open, revealing the purest brown orbs you have ever seen. His body jerks suddenly upon seeing you and your parents, desperately trying to get away. All three of you rush to calm the man down.

"Calm down... calm down, okay? Nothing will hurt you.. We're helping you here." Your mother said, nodding softly as she tried to approach him. His bewildered eyes switched from you to your mother, to your father.

"Where am I?" He asks quietly, your father explaining to him that he's in the stormlands. They found him swimming desperately in the middle of the sea before his eyes fell closed and he started descending into the water.

His breathing eventually stabilizes and his skin returns to its normal porcelain color while you approach him cautiously. After your father explained to him what happened, you offered your hand to help him stand up. He looks at you suspiciously before grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. The man's body weight pulls you downwards. You would've fallen on him if it weren't for your mother helping you pull him up.

An awfully familiar red liquid drops onto your fingers when you hold the man by the back of his neck, trying to help him up.

"M-mother..." Your voice was shaking, your eyes widening at what it was. They turned to you in confusion. "His.. his head, it's bleeding." You gulped, showing them your finger before the man reached behind his head. The same liquid coated his fingers.

Your parents had rushed him inside, hurrying to grab a piece of scrap fabric to wrap around his head. None of you knew what to do at the moment, and with the man being awfully familiar with the description of the guards earlier, you knew better than to bring him to the city. At least not immediately.

You roasted some fish outside, giving the man named Luke food and a new set of clothes from your father. His clothes were much thinner than the leather ensemble he wore prior.

"Wait, so you fell from the sky? Like, from the sky, then to the waters, then you tried to swim?" You tried to understand the words of the man eating freshly roasted fish in front of you.

"Yes, but I think it's because I fell from my dragon. Wait, then where's my dragon?"

"Pardon? What do you mean dragon-"

"Only Targaryens have dragons!" Arrel cuts you off, shrieking loudly. He always loved those creatures.

You glared at your sibling before turning back to the man named Luke, as he said his name was, the man smiling at your brother.

His smile drops when he sees your glare, awkwardly looking back at his food. You groan loudly, massaging your face with your hands.

"Look, I honestly do not know where my mother and father found you, but you're left here with me, and I need confirmation that you aren't just a mad man waiting for us to sleep before you kill us." You rant, the words just coming out of your mind without even a second to think about what you want to say.

The man looked at you weirdly. His eyebrow arched as he finished the food in front of him, tidying up his utensils and the plate.

"I do not know how to prove my innocence, my lady, but I assure you, I am not a mad man."

"You just said you fell from a dragon!" You interjected. "Because I did! I don't quite remember its name, but I am sure it was a dragon I fell from." Luke replies.

You stared at him, dumbfounded. "And then what, let me guess, you suddenly fell asleep and then fell down your dragon?"

He shrugs. Actually thinking about what happened next. His memories were mere fragments, not remembering much aside from just falling after someone he cannot quite remember, ordered him to fly to the storm's end. It must be an authoritative figure to order him to fly a dragon. At the thought, his head starts to hurt. He didn't remember much, or anything really. Only the fact that he fell. Even his own family, he couldn't remember anything. As much as he tried, his head only hurt even more.

"I am actually not quite sure. The only thing I remember was me falling from my dragon." He says quietly, his face turning gloomy like the clouds on a normal day. You felt kind of bad at his reaction, not wanting him to feel like you were making fun of what happened to him. The man almost drowned.

"Wait for me here." You spoke, pursing your lips as you left the kitchen while he nodded.

"Thank you for letting me stay, and for the food. It's really good." You smiled a bit at his comment, happy whenever someone praises the food you cook. "Thank you. I roasted it."

You nod at him, gesturing at Alaine and Arrel to watch him before walking to your parents outside, seeing them going crazy over the pouch. Faces bright as they counted the gold coins.

"What are we going to do with him?" They scramble to hide the coins, placing them in their own pouches before dusting themselves. Your eyes staring blankly at them.

Your parents looked at each other, unsure of what to say. "We'll- uh, we'll set up a separate hut for him. He'll stay with us. Or he could be in a tent. It would be beside ours, so we could keep an eye on him."

You look at your father in confusion, "And who will build Luke a hut?" They look at each other once more.

"We will." Your father says with a smile, grabbing a hold of the gold coins in his pouch and jiggling them to hear the clanking of the metal. Rolling your eyes, you watched as the two of them went back to counting the coins, not even bothering to ask where the coins came from.

"And also, bring our catches to the market! I promised Grahar that we would sell him our next catch. Take Luke with you!" A sigh leaves your lips as you go back into the hut.

All the while, Luke was playing with Arrel and Alaine. They seemed to tell him stories about what your family did for a living, while the three of them sharpened wooden spears. They turn to you expectantly. You lick your lips, scratching your head in irritation, when you spot the freshly caught fish in the net by the kitchen.

You walked past the three of them as they went back to playing, grabbing the net full of fish and other sea creatures.

When you walked past Luke to get to the door, you touched his shoulder. The curly-haired brunette turned to you.

"Come on, we have to bring this to the market."

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Mission Reports

Interrogation Hut, June 25th, 1943.

The first time was always the hardest.

Just once, Marion would have liked to have the CO, or the Air Exec, or someone with a modicum of authority sit down with the new fellows before they went out on their first mission and actually tell them what would happen when they got back - that they’d get out of their plane, and pack silently into the back of a deuce and a half, and file into the Interrogation hut, and then, once they’d all sat down, someone would start asking questions and they’d start talking.

But no one ever did.

And so Marion and her girls were faced with a room full of anxious, terrified men who’d just had their first taste of combat, men who’d just seen their friends shot and their planes wrecked and who had rushed along to they knew not where and shouted at to keep quiet and then asked, in unsparing terms, to tell the good lieutenant just what had happened when they were still trying to figure it out themselves.

(The fact that the people taking notes were a team of women was a different problem, but that too would pass, with time.)

John Egan was hanging around the room like a kicked puppy, superintending the proceedings with enough of his own anxiety to start a house on fire. Marion almost wanted to ask him to leave, but that would have been too much, and too soon - these were his men, and his mission, and whatever Hughlin might have thought about his leadership, this was what leaders did. They saw things through.

Still, when the last of the men had finally given his reports, and the whole group had trooped off to barracks so that each man could shower and shave and peel himself out of his flight suit, Egan remained, pent up and pacing.

She liked the young Air Exec, if the truth were told. A little enthusiastic some days, and his singing voice certainly left a lot to be desired, but he was truthful, John Egan was - no artifice, no hidden meaning. Either he said what he meant to, or he didn’t speak at all, and it was a rare day indeed when Bucky Egan didn’t have a single thing to say. And he cared deeply about people - she’d seen him steal oranges out of the mess hall for the village children, and empty his pockets at the sweet shop so that he’d have candy to pass around. He’d even brought her flowers, once - swiped from the roadside, and presented, with very little fanfare, before a staff meeting, a little boy handing his teacher his ill-gotten gains. Hughlin had scowled at him for it, but Marion didn’t much mind, and she’d thanked Egan for them and asked the kitchen for a jam jar to display them in. He deserved some credit, even when Hughlin didn’t think much of his command potential. Everyone deserved a little beauty, even in the middle of a war - and a little patience, too.

Marion collected a spare pencil from underneath one of the chairs and took a chance on a question she already knew the answer to. “I take it you're not a man who likes being left on the bench, Major.”

Egan practically snarled. “You ever met a guy who was? I'm not doing anything down here! I ought to be up there with them, where the real work is!”

Oh, there it was. Marion took a breath and looked him square in the eye to deliver her punch – “Are you saying that what I do here isn't real work, Major?”

That pulled him up short enough - just like she’d known it would. Maybe he didn’t respect Hughlin, but he’d never had an argument with her in the two months they’d known each other, even if he was technically her superior. (The edge added by five extra years of age helped a lot.) “No, I - just…”

“There are many reasons why I'm not up in a plane right now, and the fact that I'm not a pilot, or a man, is only one of them,” Marion said, her voice as non judgemental as she could manage. “Even if I were, the best place for me is here, where I am, doing what I am doing. Because what we do here, on the ground, is valuable and necessary. It means telegrams get sent to worrying parents. It means the Red Cross knows to look for names. It means men get the medical care they need. It means the next time we send the wing up, we know where the flak is, we know that the guns work, we know that we have done everything we can to bring them home.” She continued to hold his eye, though he looked very much like he wanted to look away. “And when you say things like that, Major Egan, like real work, it denigrates all the very real work it takes to get those planes up in the air every morning.”

He looked away, down at his shoes, and sank down into a chair, trying to make his tall frame a less easy target. Insult me all you like, John. I can take it. But not the cooks, or the mechanics, or the clerks in the mail room. Because every single of them thinks they’re not doing real work, either, and they’re all wrong.

She took another breath, tried to smile. “None of this is glamorous. None of this will get you a medal. But it will bring your friends home, and that is noble and right, and good. That is what a good leader does. That is part of caring, too.” And you care so much, John Egan, that that big heart of yours is going to burst with it some day. Don’t let anyone take that truth from you. You care, and that’s a hell of a lot more than some officers I’ve seen.

“Just feels wrong, is all,” He admitted, finally, drawing his shoulders up to his ears like he was suddenly cold. “Them getting shot at while I'm down here. Was easier when it was just me getting into it, but now that it’s them…” He left the sentence to hang in the air.

Marion nodded. “I feel that every single day. I can tell you that it does not get easier. But doing the work helps.”

“Doing the work?” He sounded lost.

“You have crew in the hospital. Go visit them and see they're not forgotten. You have supply requisitions to sign. Go make sure your mechanics have the parts they need. You have a bed. You need to sleep in it.”

He snorted. “Sleep in it?”

“So you can do the work tomorrow, too,” Marion said, unflinchingly. “And the next day, and the day after that. And it will not get easier, and you will not like it more. But the work will be done, and you will have done what you can do here to help them up there.”

He rose from the chair he’d been slouching into, taking all of this in with the same quiet consideration he gave many things when people weren’t looking. “Why doesn't anyone tell you?”

Why doesn’t anyone tell you what it’s like to watch your friends go out to die? “Because they can't,” Marion admitted. “Not until you've seen it.” Then you understand it too well.

He nodded again. “Thanks, Captain Brennan.”

“Any time, Major.” She paused and added something. “You know, you're welcome in here too, you know. I'm sure the Air Executive needs an after-action report of his own, some days.”

“Sure.” He glanced at the door for a moment and turned back with a sudden thought. “Who listens to you, Captain? When you’ve gotta get something off your chest?”

Marion tried hard not to beam at him. See what I said about caring? “Don’t you worry about me,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I believe your friend Cleven went with the Doctor to the hospital wing. I think you can catch him there.” I’m sure he’s got something he’d like to say to a friend, rather than a fellow officer. That's part of your work, too.

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My headcanons for Severus Snape aka my Pookie Bear Schnookums. (A lot of them)

Keep in mind these are just MY personal headcanons. You do not have to agree.

Read below the cut!

SFW:

- prefers fruit candies over chocolate, though he does like dark chocolate every now and then

- maintains a very organized hygiene routine and is the epitome of self-care (He brushes his teeth after every meal, flosses, showers every day, and even uses the occasional moisturizer. Taking care of himself does not make him less of a man.)

- one of his favorite past times is sitting with a book (specifically muggle books) by the fireplace in his personal quarters, especially on rainy days

- sleeps with lots of blankets and wears pajama pants to bed with a t shirt, but then complains how he is always hot at night (He never changes the sleeping pattern however. The warmth is comforting.)

- Has a soft spot for muggle music, sometimes he will go to a muggle record shop and buy some. (he fancies The Smiths, Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana, Radiohead, basically loves all music genres except country, he finds it annoying)

- visits his mother's grave as often as he can and tells her about his day, the good and the bad

- he became a teacher because he genuinely wanted to inform the youth, hoping to educate them for the future. He may be a cold man, but he isn't heartless.

- He doesn't have favorite students, he doesn't agree with that ideology. He may have 'least favorite students' but he would never choose a 'most favorite'. He does not like how Professor Slughorn has the 'Slug Club'.

- He actually deeply cared about Harry Potter, but was afraid to step into his life as he was scared something would happen to him like his parents, leaving Harry alone again.

- When he finds out a student has a learning disability or a personal issue, he will look into said issue and figure out how to help to the best of his ability.

- He cuts his own hair sometimes, but usually McGonagall will tidy it up.

- He hates bananas. There is no explanation, he just doesn't like them.

- If he sees a student being bullied, he intervenes instantly. He doesn't want to see another kid go through what he did.

- He is very close with McGonagall, but also, Hagrid. Sometimes he will go down to his hut and ask for some help gathering ingredients for potions (like venom, blood, essence, etc.),then he will make small talk and ask if there are any animals Hagrid is currently nurturing. Sometimes it will peak his interest.

- His favorite colors are purple and green, he likes how they look together.

- He ISN'T transphobic/homophobic. He is actually very accepting. He doesn't care about sexuality or identity, he just cares about who you are morally as a person.

- He smells like pine, eucalyptus, and spearmint constantly but, in the fall he smells of warm apple cider with a hint of clove.

- He brushes his hair a lot

- He has muggle clothing, but he never wears them on/near school grounds, god forbid a student sees him in casual wear.

- Sometimes he has a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. He will sit on his bed and practice breathing, calming his mind. He will make a mental list of things to do to 'get ready for the day'. Once the list is done, he feels a lot better.

- As previously hinted, he loves apple cider. He's practically obsessed with it. He only drinks it in the fall though. He thinks it makes it taste better. And he uses mulling spices with fresh apple juice, not fake stuff.

- During the holidays, he will always get a gift for every one of his staff members. If he overhears of a student going through a particularly bad time with their family or something of the like, he will get them one too. Not a huge gift, but something nice, like a box of sweets.

- He usually doesn't get many gifts during the holidays, only the occasional pair of mittens or new potion set. People think he isn't a materialistic person, which he isn't, but he wishes people would at least give a card. He never got presents growing up.

- He always has room for dessert after a meal

- His monotone voice is not from lack of interest, it's just his natural tone of voice. He hates it too, as it's one of the reasons he was bullied growing up.

- He doesn't smile much because he isn't sure when you should smile. He doesn't know when it's appropriate. So, instead, he'll give a little smirk or a chuckle. He's insecure of his smile as well.

- If he has a song stuck in his head, he'll tap his feet underneath his desk and hum along. He's very discreet about it though.

- One of his secret talents is playing guitars, he doesn't do it often, but he's actually good at it.

- He doesn't raise his voice much even when he's angry, because it reminds him of his father. He doesn't like yelling.

- His favorite flower is NOT A LILY! He actually really likes daisies and dandelions. People consider them to be "weeds" as they can take over people's lawns, but growing up he had a garden that his mother used to tend to. However, she let the grass and flowers around it turn into overgrowth. She took Severus out there one day to harvest some carrots, and he asked "Mom, why do you let all of the grass and weeds grow every where?" And she replied "Dear boy, there is no such thing as weeds. They are simply wild flowers that grow in unwanted places. All they want is to grow and to live. Just like us."

- He keeps/maintains a garden at his house in honor of his mother, and he let's the wildflowers take over.

- He has a guest bedroom, but no one ever visits him.

NSFW:

- He is definitely a top/dom, but he CAN be a sub. However, he doesn't find it as fun.

- He does not have that high of a sex drive. He doesn't NEED to have sex. If he fell in love with someone who didn't want to have sex that often, or even at all, he would be perfectly fine with that. Because sex doesn't define a real relationship. Love does.

- He has never and will never partake in looking at pornographic material. He finds it extremely uncomfortable and disgusting, especially how much of it is violence towards women. Also, he believes sexual relations like that should be private and intimate.

- He is very vocal in bed, as he wants his partner to know he is enjoying it as well.

- Always makes a safe word before anything sexual.

- He always gives aftercare no matter what.

- He is extremely kinky, let's just say that.

- Loves roleplay

- He is very big on foreplay because he doesn't want his partner to not be pleasured correctly or feel 'unready'. He always wants his partner to be comfortable and happy.

- He loves being called sir/professor and SOMETIMES daddy. Though, he prefers the first two most of all.

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Hi!! I hope this makes sense its my first time requesting 😅

You know how Jake gave up his position as Olo'eyktan to Tarsem? What if reader was originally supposed to be the new tsahik and bethroed to Neteyam since he was training to become Olo'eyktan after Jake. But since the Sullys had to leave the Omatikaya clan she ended up mating with Tarsem's son and Neteyam is so heart broken and anguished over this when he comes back after the war is done. Can it also be in his POV to make it extra angsty lol

Bittersweet Goodbye

🎐 pairing; Neteyam x omatikaya!femreader

🎐 content warning; pure angst 😀 everything is on Neteyam’s pov🥲

🎐 author’s note; ANON! You can’t possibly type ‘lol’ at the end after dropping this request! IF I HAD MY OWN TAIL I WOULD BITE IT JUST TO MAKE ME SCREAM ALL OUT! ANYWAYS HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT😭 also can I get a feedback from this?🥹

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“I’m sorry, sorry… so sorry”

Tears falling down from his eyes as his shaky hands found it’s place on the sides of your face as he kiss your forehead. He can feel his body shaking as he hug you so tight

“Will you come back for me?”

“Yes, I will. Y/N promise me you’ll be here when I come back?“

He look at your eyes and different emotions flood your eyes and he can’t help but pulled you in for a one more kiss. Hands on your hip as he doesn’t let you get away, his lips always catching yours everytime you pull away

Finally letting you go, the both of you broke into sobs knowing that this would be the last time, you would be able to feel each other’s warmth

“Neteyam!”

Hearing his father’s scream he immediately peeled away from the hug, he felt you grab him on his hand, he shook his head and all you could do is hug yourself

Neteyam can feel your gaze as he make way towards his ikran, getting on it he turn to look at you once last time before flying off

“This isn’t a goodbye..”

How many months have passed? He can’t count it. Many things happened including him escaping the door of death. The devotion he have of feeling your warmth once more made him fought all the way

Even though they are a part of the Metkayina people now, his family decided to still go back to bring the good news that the war is finally over. Flying faster than his father, he finally saw the home he truly belong to and not even sparing a second he landed and ran towards his beloved’s hut

“Y/N!!”

Your name rolling out from his mouth, there he saw you. Weaving, your head turned towards him and Neteyam couldn’t help but ran towards you and engulf you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself on showering you kisses then landing on your lips, he noticed you didn’t respond so he back away and stare at you

“Y/N? Is something wrong? Your Neteyam is back!”

He can’t hide his happiness as he hug you again but this time he heard you sob and hug him so tight. Your broken voice echoes

“Hey hey what’s wrong? Are you alright, my love?”

“Neteyam… Neteyam!”

He was about to console you again when someone entered the hut

“ma Y/N, have you decided the place where we’ll be having… our little time…..”

His hands slowly slid down from your shoulders, your sobs still in the background as he look at the man. He knows him. He knows him too well. A good friend of his who always cheered him during his training

“What… what? Little time? ma Y/N?”

Tarsem’s son. Kxiyo. The man couldn’t move a inch his eyes switching from you then back to Neteyam, he saw him bit his lip

“I will give you two time”

With that Kxiyo left, leaving Neteyam alone with you

“What does this mean Y/N?”

He ask back facing you, standing up he can already tell what will be the next words he would be spitting out.

“We… me and Kxiyo… mated… Neteyam— I swear— I waited! But I can’t ignore the people’s words!”

He can feel his blood rush to his head, letting out a growl he kick the basket that you were weaving and face you

“What the fuck does that mean?! You two mated?! Should it be you, huh?!”

He never once raise his voice. Not to his siblings, not to you, not to ANYONE. He ran his hair across his hair and let out loud sigh

“You were to be my tsahik! You were to be my mate! YOU WERE MADE TO BE MINE!”

“YOU LEFT! I KNOW YOU LEFT FOR YOUR FAMILY’S OWN SAFETY BUT I CAN’T JUST SIMPLY BREAK MY PROMISE TO EYWA!”

Neteyam was taken back by your words, he knows for a woman to be a tsahik, that woman shall be chosen by Eywa. Making a promise with the greatmother

He keeps on walking back and forth then he saw you try to touch from his hands but he swat it away. He grab you by the shoulders making you look at him, anger and sadness flood his eyes making you touch him on his cheeks

“Neteyam… my Neteyam… you are the best thing that happened to me. But I had to let go, for the clan’s future.. please…”

He shook his head and took your hands and move away from you

“I— I escape door’s death for you. There are no nights of me thinking of you. Day and night all I ever thought is your smile, laughter, hands, lips. You live on my mind 24/7.”

He broke into a sob and knelt down before you, your eyes widen. He hug your legs, feeling his tears

“Please don’t do this… please get up Neteyam…”

“Eywa knows how much I love you, how much I see you. I’m crazy for you Y/N… so crazy it hurts!”

Neteyam look up and saw you crying, you also kneel down. He felt your hands wrapping around his neck, foreheads touching one another. Both a mess.

“Won’t you choose me? Won’t you smile sweetly for me once more, love?”

His heart broke once more seeing you shook your head, he bit his lip and crash his lips into your but was immediately push away

“No Neteyam… I belong to Kxiyo now…”

You say that man’s name like just how you say his name on the past

“Just one more time, ma Y/N. Let me love you one last time”

He stared at you waiting for some disagreement but he saw none, he took this opportunity and kissed you with every love he got for you. Pouring everything.

You can feel his emotions through the kiss and you can’t help but sob, your heart breaking into tiny pieces. Your love with him never faded away but you can’t turn back time now. You are mated to someone and that someone is not Neteyam

“This is a goodbye. Goodbye, my most beloved”

With shaky hands and his body trembling, he kissed your forehead. His hand slipping away from yours, the moment he got out from your place, he bolted and went to his ikran and flew to the place he once shared with you

He close his eyes and hopes that Eywa will take all he have for you. He wants to feel nothing. He wants to feel nothing for you.

“This time…. It is a goodbye.”

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