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Fated Mates 1

Ao’nung x Human AFAB! Reader

Warnings!⚠️: Mentions of Character death, sex- duhh, sex pollen just to speed the plot up, p in v, oral, use of Na’Vi words, Ao’nung Makto, please don’t ask I thought it was funny asf. I’m my own beta reader so pls excuse anything thats written wrong or doesnt make sense.

English words are stricken through whenever anyone says them

This is only part one, I’m currently unsure of how long this fanfic will be but it’ll deff be multiple chapters. As of right now I’m halfway through the second one, but please don’t rush me. My ideas flourish when I put myself in place of Y/n lol.

Translation station

Tawtute: Sky person (human)

Toruk Makto: Rider of last shadow (used to talk abt Jake)

Vrrtep: Demon

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawne: Beloved

Tìyawn: My love

Sa’nu: Mommy (but I used it thinking it meant “mama”)

Yawntutsyìp: Darling

Word count: 12.7 K … I got carried away

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“You might need to sit down for this.”

“Why?”

I’d always visited Neteyam since the night he’d passed. I’d often done so on my free time late at night when everyone else was asleep and wouldn’t reprimand me for going without a diving partner- I just didn’t want anyone asking invasive questions about my visits. He had a habit of being in the forest, the humid environment not really being one I cared for, but never said anything because I knew it brought him comfort.

“You remember the two tawtute who came to live with my family?” He asks me although I’m sure he knew the answer.

“Yes.” I stated curtly.

Toruk Makto had to plead his case for them to be taken in under his wing. Everyone hates the two tawtute being a part of the clan, yet somehow they managed to get my sister and Rotxo to like them. The boy seems to have a thing for the forest girl- Kiri- and for some reason I believe Rotxo might like the girls company too much. The thought of them staying here made me shiver.

“I’ve been keeping a secret from you about Y/n.” He stated and I’d just made a confused face. He smiles and shakes his head to himself.

“The girl, Y/n, thats her name. You should use it to address her from now on.”

“Why?” I asked again, wondering where this conversation was headed

“Well-“

He seemed too nervous for my liking and all I wanted to know was what he was hiding. He never hid much from me since I apologized to him for how I’d acted throughout the time they spent with us. I’d taken it upon myself to ask Lo’ak and Kiri for forgiveness for my actions in the past as well.

“Spit it out.” I stated firmly as I continued standing and crossed my arms across my chest as I waited for him to find the courage to tell me what he needed to.

“I have chosen her as your mate.”

I could only tilt my head as I look at his face and let out a small laugh.

“Neteyam-“

“I’m serious.”

“No you aren’t.” I stated firmly and could felt uneasy, my knee’s felt weak and I knew I had to sit down, but I wanted to remain standing to appear unbothered. But he could read me like a book.

“Eywa stated that she needed my help with- with your temper- and trust me it’s a lot.” He stops looking at me and turns around. “She said she needed someone who would tame that side of you and the only person I could think of was Y/n.”

“What?” I asked loudly, not registering I’d basically yelled at him.

“She’ll be a guarded at first, she’s sassy when she needs to be, but she’s a sweet heart under it all.”

“Neteyam-“ I try cutting him off as my mind starts going through this process quickly, I’m unable to think, and I suddenly feel dizzy, maybe I should sit down.

“Trust me when I say this is the best outcome for you and she needs someone like you in her life-“

“Neteyam!” I yell his name to get him to stop rambling and a look of disbelief washes over my features as I look at him. There was no way Eywa would have accepted this- my mother surely wouldn’t, she despised the tawtute, voiced her opinion loudly to my father, but he ignored her and let them stay.

“How do you even know all of this?” I asked again once He’d stopped talking and thats when his face changes to one I’ve never seen before, one that mimics a child begging for forgiveness before they explain what they did.

“Before I died…” He stops and finds the courage to look up at me again, his yellow eyes meeting mine, he sighs before beginning again.

“Before I died, we were courting. She is captivating in every way possible, a wonderful person-“

“What?” I asked in disbelief at this revelation as he’d never shared with any of us- at least to my knowledge- about his love life.

“A Na’Vi and a Tawtute?” I asked aloud again.

“My mother was against it, yours will be too-“

“No.” I cut him off again, I understood how rude I was being but there was no way I could allow myself to be mated to a tawtute.

“Tawtute cannot mate with us. They can’t form a bond, they can’t experience Eywa like we can, they can’t have our children, and I heard they die quickly.”

“It’ll be a tight fit but it works. They can’t bond the way we can but you could mark her. She’s a sensitive person already and I have seen her face- in awe- at every celebration. You can have children together if you’re fated mates and once you actually mate with her for the first time, Eywa said her age would become compatible to yours. I’m not sure how but-“

“No, Neteyam. No!” I yelled again. “This is crazy, I refuse to allow this to happen. I’m done here.”

Before he could explain any further I’d yanked my kuru from the spirit tree thus breaking my connection with Neteyam. The trip back home was a blur as all I could think of was everything he’d told me.

I decided to put a stop to the nightly visits to the Spirit tree and kept a distance from it in fear that he’d tell me this was something I had to do. I was already under my parents intense instructions as to how I need to live my life to take over once my father passes, I didn’t need another person telling me what I needed to do with my life.

I’d purposely avoided hanging out with the group knowing the tawtute would be there, I didn’t need to be reminded of everything Neteyam said, but that avoidance lasted too little for my liking, cutting myself off from them meant cutting my social circle completely, I had nobody to talk to and couldn’t bring myself to stay busy the entire day.

Two weeks seemed to be my limit.

_________

I’d always been nervous to join the group of friends that Lo’ak and Kiri had made. Spider had no problem fitting in, but he was always down for whatever, plus he had no shame in anything. But the one who I disliked having any interaction with, was the bully. Kiri didn’t hesitate to fill me in on everything he’d put them through- including his apology to them, but I still disliked him.

Upon walking up to the group I typically nervously hid behind Kiri or Spider, or even Tuk since she was taller than me, but I’d spaced out on the way over and didn’t have time to do so.

“Hey Y/n,” Rotxo saves the day by noticing me and sweetly getting my attention. I smile back at him and give a shy wave, I could feel the scrutiny of Ao’nungs judgmental stare and chose to ignore him.

“Hi,” I stated shyly at the teal man who’d greeted me first. Rotxo had a pretty cool tattoo covering his shoulder down his bicep, it was a tribute to his iknimaya, and his tulkun brother has a similar one- or so he stated.

“My favorite tawtute!” Tsireya smiles toward me and I return one just like it.

“Does this mean I’m your second favorite?” Spider teases and I pick up Kiri’s light giggle as she elbows my brother in the ribs. Apart from Jake, who appeared -and earned his title- as a Na’Vi, Spider and myself were the only tawtute Tsireya knew. Sure she’d seen Max and Norm, but she’d never hung out with them like she does with us, and she’d only seen them once.

I only turned to look at Spider and rolled my eyes, he was a skxawng, always getting too comfortable with speaking in Na’Vi and never thinking about what he says. Yet I followed behind him as the giggle rips through my own mouth as well the more I thought about his comment.

“That still makes you the least favorite human.” I responded as he playfully pushes my head forward, letting the English phrase slide past my tongue subconsciously.

“Whose excited for today?” Tsireya asks and I could feel my nerves return, I bit my bottom lip and looked at the sand worriedly. I looked back up to Tsireya who was giving me a look.

“Whats wrong?” She asks sweetly and I shuffle in the sand a bit.

“She keeps saying she has a bad feeling about today but we’ve told her nothing bad will happen.” Kiri explains and places her hands on my shoulders giving me a comforting squeeze.

“The weather is fine, the sun is out, the wind is not strong-“ Rotxo states as he looks back into the water we’d yet to go in.

“It’s just-“ I stop myself and cover my face with my hand before sliding that hand back in my hair. “The last time I had this feeling, Spider and I were caught by the avatar’s. And we can see how badly that ended.” I pushed out.

“Hey, that won’t happen again, y’know that, right?” Lo’ak is quick to answer as he steps by my side, squatting on his toes to reassure me, Spider also coming up on my other side and hugging me. Kiri remained behind me as she comforted me by holding me by my shoulders, gently rubbing them, I was surrounded by great people.

I nod weakly at his direction but couldn’t shake the feeling.

“Y’know what dad says, right?” Lo’ak asks again and I turn to look at him. I let out a short sigh from my nostrils, just knowing where this conversation is going.

“Sully’s stick together.” Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider stated and I looked up toward Kiri then toward my other side at Spider.

“Really?” I’m asking them in general.

“Say it back, Y/n/n.” Spider says with a playful smile on his own lips and I roll my eyes as my own smile appears.

“Sully’s stick together.”

There was a total of four Ilu going, meaning everyone was paired up, or almost everyone was. Kiri and Spider were going together and so were Lo’ak and Tsireya- no surprise there. We’d already planned for me to go with Rotxo and everyone decided it was best to leave Ao’nung alone. But in order to get to the Spirit tree, we had to dive under the retaining wall, and it was quite a long breath hold. Up until this point the Ilu had been treading above water, Rotxo had to hold one hand on the harness and the other on my hip, Kiri did the same with Spider.

“H-how long?” I asked Rotxo with a nervous voice and I could tell he knew.

“Long, but we’ll get there as fast as we can, I promise.” He states gently and uses his thumb to rub my side as a means to calm me. “Just breath in using your belly, yeah?” He says again and I nod, doing just that, taking in a breath using my diaphragm. I hold on to the harness as well, knowing that once we dive our bodies will essentially float off of the Ilu.

“Here we go,” He states as he too takes in a quick breath and we dive.

The sea floor was never really something we came close to seeing, but the vivid colors of the coral that popped up every now and again were beautiful and caught my attention. I’d come to realize we were actually pretty close to the retaining wall as Rotxo lifted one of his hands to touch the bottom part of it, I refrained from doing the same since I didn’t want my skin to shred off of my finger, I didn’t know how fast we were going and decided not to risk it. The space between the retaining wall and the sea floor wasn’t huge, but it was just enough to let the migrating tulkin come for a visit, a cute story they all shared with me from when Neteyam was alive.

I caught a couple different fish swimming around us and heading up toward the little pools of water that were at the top of the retaining wall. The Natives made sure to feed the fish that came up and only occasionally take some as to not scare them all off. I had no idea the variety of shimmering colorful scales there were but looked at them in awe. I was tapped on the shoulder twice and knew we were about to resurface and as soon as we did all eyes were on me.

“That was so beautiful!” I basically yelled and giddily jump on the Ilu. “All of the pretty colors, and the different fish, and the coral!” I squeal at it and can hear a couple of them laughing, my face felt warm and I just knew a blush was covering my cheeks.

“We’re not that far away-“ Lo’ak breaks the silence and everyone continues on the path.

_________

I’d spent the majority of these past two weeks picking up extra work and making sure I could keep my mind off of what Neteyam had told me just to circle back so easily toward our group just because I couldn’t stand not having a social life.

I knew they’d planned an excursion of some sort, Tsireya had mentioned it to me in the hopes that I hung out with them again, and I wanted to- but I didn’t really want to because of the girl.

I knew I wasn’t in the mood to be carrying anyone with me on the Ilu, but seeing Rotxo with his hands all over her made me feel weird. Surprisingly she’d managed to hold her breath long enough to get past the retaining wall, but her child-like excitement at what she’d seen was something that made something in my chest tighten, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to understand it as I dived and headed off to where we were meant to be.

I’d been the first to arrive near the petals of the spirit tree and slid off my Ilu. I was tempted to connect myself to the tree but refrained as I knew the rest would be coming soon and I’m certain Tsireya would be upset that I’d done so without a diving partner. Just as I’d lifted myself up on the make-shift bridge I can see the rest of them coming in through the entrance, and the awe-struck face of the girl caught my attention once more.

She’s a sensitive person already and I have seen her face- in awe- at every celebration.

Neteyam’s voice rang through my head as I see the tears slide down her cheek.

“Awe, Y/n,” Tsireya coo’s and reaches over to wipe the girls face.

“She cries all the time,” Spider stated and gets hit upside the head by Kiri, I have to look away to stop myself from laughing. I figured I already had a terrible reputation with the girl and doubted they’d think I was laughing at her brother’s misfortune.

“She cries when she see’s beautiful things, skxawng.” Kiri rolls her eyes at the human in front of her.

“So,” Spider slides off the Ilu. “All the time?” He jokes and swims away from Kiri’s hand, she almost managed to slap him that time too.

“Do you want me to drop you off at the walkway?” Rotxo offers and affectionately places his hand on the humans head and I have to look away again. Some stupid part of me wanted to hiss at the action just then.

“I’ll swim.” Her tiny voice speaks up as she too slides off the Ilu. Splashing away before catching up toward the other human and smacking him on the head.

“Hey!” Spider yells as she manages to reach the walkway, pulling herself up, and twisting her body to sit as the water cascades back down.

“This is a sacred place, Spider, stop being petty in front of Eywa.” She scolds him as he grabs onto her leg and tries pulling her back in the water.

“I’ll take Eywa’s rath over you being right any day-“ He huffs as he yanks once more, knocking her off the bridge and back into the water.

I shake my head, they acted like literal children, and it didn’t help that they were already smaller than we were. Well the girl was smaller, the boy was pretty tall for a tawtute.

It didn’t take long for them to partner up, for obvious reasons Lo’ak and Tsireya were partnered up as well as Kiri and Rotxo. Kiri said she didn’t want to risk connecting to the spirit tree below water to prevent what happened last time and she’d offered me the opportunity to partner up with Rotxo instead but I declined.

The tawtute were huddled on the walkway too close for my liking as they spoke in their native tongue. I had no idea what they were saying and I didn’t want to learn their stupid language.

“Hey, fish lips-“ My ears flicker at the Na’Vi being spoken my way, I roll my eyes and ignore him.

“He has a name, Spider-“ I could hear the girl say in a hushed tone. I still ignored the two and refused to turn to look at them, focusing my stare down at the others connected to the spirit tree.

“Then yew azk hm,” I heard the retched language again.

“Uh-“ I heard the unsure voice of the girl and could hear foot steps getting closer. I turn with an unenthused look on my face but it turns to one of surprise when I realize it’s the girl.

“Sorry to bother you,” she stated so quick I almost didn’t understand what she had said. “But do you not have anyone you want to visit?” She asks so sweetly.

“Is that really your business?” I sneer at her and see her thin her lips immediately.

“N-no, not really. I just-“

“Then stop bothering me.” I answered before turning my head.

_________

“Thats the last time I try being nice to him.”

“That was the only time you’ve spoken to him.” Spider states as he moves his legs in the water, the rest of his body sitting on the magnetic rock.

“Because he’s rude. He’s a dick.” I sat back down and sigh heavily. I can feel the wind pick up and the hairs on my arm stand to attention, goosebumps covering my body.

“Hey, Spider-“ I stated in a serious tone and he looks up at me.

“What is it?” He asks with a raised brow and I can feel the tingle in my body.

“I felt it.” I stated seriously and his face falls at the realization. He looks up above my head and I turn to look behind me at the black clouds that were starting to cover the sky.

“Hey- hey, It’s going to be okay, we’ll make it back safe.” He reassures me but I shake my head as all I can do is think back to what happened the last time I got this feeling.

“Hey, fish lips, we need to call everyone back!” Spider yells for him and all I can do is get lost in thought about what could possibly happen. I’d never been in the sea during a storm. The waves start picking up by the tree but only a little.

“Everything is fine, we don’t need to-“ Ao’nung starts talking but pauses when he turns around. He jumps into the water immediately and leaves us on the surface.

“Spider we need to leave, now!” I yelled and could feel myself breathing heavily.

“Look at me, look-“ He grabs my face harshly but I couldn’t really feel it. “We got out of dad’s grasp we can get out of this too, yeah?”

All I could do was nod and at that point everyone had emerged from the waters, calling over the Ilu.

“Y/n, come here-“ Rotxo is quick to call me as his Ilu strides over. I’m shaking at this point and struggle to lower myself on the walkway and toward his Ilu.

“Hurry up!” Ao’nung yells and the waves start picking up, splashing over the walkway

“Bro, shut the fuck up.” Lo’ak speaks and it comes as a shock to everyone. He’s holding onto Tsireya but his look would definitely kill, he turns to me and his face is full of worry as he too makes his Ilu come closer.

“C’mon Y/n/n, lower yourself to sit on the walkway, we’ll help you.” He stated and I nod, I lower myself on the walkway to sit.

“Rotxo, grab her hips and sit her on the Ilu, she doesn’t weigh much.” He reassures the teal guy as he does exactly what Lo’ak says and Spider dives into the water, popping up by Kiri, who offers her hand as she helps him sit on the Ilu she was on.

“We’ll need to try to do the trip under water as much as possible, just tap on my hand when you need to breathe, okay?” Rotxo reassures me and I nod trying to take a deep breath but failing to do so as the tears start.

“You’re okay, Y/n, they won’t take you again. You have all of us here to protect you,” Rotxo states and gingerly pats my tummy, I take a few quick breaths before taking a huge breathe and we dive.

Its crazy how the top of the waters were roaring crazily, waves crashing around as the sea had her mood swings, but everything below the surface remained calm. Rotxo signs to ask me if I’m okay and I sign back that I could use another breath, then tap his arm twice with my own.

“I’m sorry-“ I stated as we reached the surface and I can feel the rain splashing on us harshly, the black clouds had caught up to us and the wind was sharp.

“It’s okay, are you ready?” He asks as he takes a breath of his own and we dive once more.

The group had all resurfaced a little further ahead of us but joined soon after. I knew my intuition was right, but I wanted to have a nice outing today and was hopeful that I was wrong, but after the bad feeling I get in my gut it usually goes away after being proven right but it was still there. I felt a warm presence beside me and in the blink of an eye I flung from the Ilu.

I could feel Rotxo reach out to grab me but he’d failed to as I was already pretty far away. I’d managed to let out a huff of air as I was unexpectedly swept away and held my breath since I couldn’t resurface, waiting for the dizzying current to stop and could feel my vision going black as my eyes felt heavier. Maybe now I would join Neteyam.

_________

For some reason, I had a voice in my head telling me to swim behind everyone else and make sure they got home safe before I did. It might have just been from my fathers training in becoming a great leader, so I shook it off.

We were technically halfway to the retaining wall and the sea water above us was rambunctious. I’m unsure what had caused this type of storm but it was happening for a reason, maybe because we brought them with us to a sacred place.

Before I could think any further I could see Rotxo reaching back to grasp the human that had surprisingly flung off his Ilu. I see how quickly her body was passing by and could only conclude she’d been swept away by a current.

Go home, I’ll get her, I’ll see you there when this is over.

I signed to Rotxo but didn’t wait for his answer as I’d already made my Ilu swim into the current to follow the human. It didn’t take long for me to reach her but she felt limp, I couldn’t resurface and check on her so I swam to the closest place I knew wouldn’t be affected.

Resurfacing in the cave where the water was much calmer helped tremendously. I’d settled the human on the make shift level ground in the middle. I tried remembering what Rotxo said Neteyam had done to Kiri when she swallowed sea water as well. I lean down slowly and turn her body toward the side and she spits up a lot of water. She opens her eyes and sits up quickly, backing away once she see’s me.

“What happened?” She asks immediately as I had placed my hands up to show her I meant no harm. She seemed to have touched a plant as she scooted backward and looks back at her hand as she does and rubs it against her leg.

“You were swept away from a current, I followed after. I couldn’t resurface with the storm so I brought you here to make sure you were fine.” I admit and felt myself confused as to why I was giving her so much information.

“Wheres everyone else?” She asks and coughs a bit.

“I told them to keep going home and we’d meet them there eventually, but we have to wait for the storm to pass.” I explained.

“Why did you save me?” She asks and confusion settles over her face.

“Because I felt like I needed to.” I admit and she lets out a small hum. She looks around in the cave and rests her back against one of the walls.

“Is this your secret place?” She asks and I look back at her raising a brow.

“I come here to think.” I admit and look back toward the natural waterfall that separates the entrance of the cave and where we sat. Water surrounded the make-shift island until where she sat with her back to the wall, the water was shallow near her though.

“It’s pretty, the lights make me feel calm.” She states and points to the bioluminescent walls as some of the plants are blooming around it. I nod absentmindedly as I stare at the plants and the realization hits me.

“Oh no,” I stated and stood up to inspect the flowers. “No, no, no,” I repeated as I rubbed the pollen between my fingers and could smell its sweet aroma.

“What? Whats wrong?” She asks and gets up, wiping her hand on her cheek, I turn and grab at her hand quickly, looking at the pollen on her hands and cheek.

“Ao’nung-“ She pleads.

“I didn’t know they were in bloom- I, I swear I didn’t do this on purpose.” I could feel myself freaking out for the first time in a while.

“You’re freaking out over flowers?” She laughs a little. “I thought this was something serious.”

“It is serious. The pollen reacts with us in a negative way and it-“ I stop myself and look at her. “I have no idea how it would affect you.”

“Is this a kind of joke to get me scared over a flower?” She asks and sits back down.

“Not to tell you what to do but could you hug me or something? You guys are usually very warm and humans are sensitive to temperatures, being wet and in a cave isn’t really good for me.”

“I’m not touching you,” I stated firmly.

“I could die if I’m not warm and no I’m not lying about that. It’s either hug me now or face Jake and Neytiri later.”

_________

I hadn’t woken up from my sleep completely because I’d kept my eyes closed but felt warmer than I usually did. I tried moving to allow myself more ventilation and it wasn’t until now that I felt an arm wrapped around my waist, my back was pressed against someone’s chest.

“Too warm-“ I stated sleeping and tried pushing against the hand on my waist to no avail.

“S’what you wanted.”

I opened my eyes immediately and try pushing with more force but every swipe of my body against his felt good.

“Ao’nung,” I whined but bit my lip at how I’d sounded.

“Y/n,” He retorts back sleepily and pulls me back against his chest.

“So you are capable of calling me something other than Tawtute and Vrrtep.” I try pushing myself away again and feel something else poking into me and he groans. Oh shit.

“Stop moving,” He groans but keeps a tight grip on me.

“Stop holding me against you.” I try getting away and feel his arm tighten around me, not allowing me to move.

“You said-“

“I know what I said, but its hot, I’m sweating. And your hands aren’t helping.”

“So it affects you too.” He states and I turn to look at him- or turn as much as I could.

“Are you going to tell me what that flower does?” I asked and he groans.

“You’ve felt the affects of it already, but I know what you’re thinking and you can’t fix it on your own. I’ve tried before and failed and waiting it out lasts three days. It’s unbearable but I won’t do anything you don’t want to.” I could feel his breath on my neck and bite back a whimper. His finger moves aimlessly around the edges of my tewng, near the bow I used to tie it.

“So we can agree we’re doing this to help each other out right?” I ask and he grunts as an answer, his fingers tugging one of the strings within the bow to untie it.

“I’ll stop when you say, even if it pains me, but you need to understand that you can’t do this by yourself.” He states and kisses my shoulder.

“Yes,”

And with that the string is untied and my tewng is pushed off of my body, my neck is being peppered with many kisses and his hand is rubbing up against my thigh. Grasping it and lifting it up and over one of his own, letting it dangle, and it wasn’t until now that I felt how wet I’d become.

“You smell amazing,” He comments and a blush covers my face. The hand that had been on my thigh is now on my belly, sliding down slowly.

“Shut up,” I gasp as his fangs tug on the skin of my neck just right.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to reach the place I needed them in and I gasp at how gentle he’d been when sliding his hands across my aching cunt.

“What do you like?” He asks while collecting some of my slick and rubbing it on my hardened clit.

“That, I like that-“ I whine as I find it hard to think in Na’Vi since all I could focus on was the pleasure he was providing me at the moment.

“You smell so damn good-“ He groans and takes his fingers away from my cunt, shoving them in his mouth, and I’m mortified, but he groans at the taste. “-and you taste divine,” His fingers move back to where they were.

“Oh fuck,” I whine at the feeling and throw my back.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but I know they’re naughty words, you shouldn’t speak like that, Y/n.”

“Ao’nung go faster, please.”

“You’ve been fingered, right?” He asks.

“Yes~”

He carefully places one inside and the stretch was welcomed, but strange, I hadn’t had anyone do this since just before being captured in the forest. But I couldn’t help myself sliding against it. He snakes his other hand around to hold my clothed breast in his hands.

“You’re close aren’t you, I can feel it.” He whispers and kisses my cheek. I could only throw my head back between his beck and shoulder while shamelessly riding his finger, my bottom lip stuck between my teeth.

“No,” he pulls on my chin with the hand that was on my breast. “I wanna hear you, little one.”

I couldn’t help but allow myself to moan loudly at his words and actions. It doesn’t help that my back was against his chest but I needed my mouth on his.

“Can you take another one?” He asks.

“Yes,” I answer mid moan in plain English and I’m happy he understood as he shoves a second finger in, the stretch wasn’t painful, it felt so good to have someone else doing this again.

“Too wrapped up in pleasure to think in Na’Vi?” He teases and I nod my head.

“Ao’nung, I’m coming-“

“It’s like I can understand you, even with your demon language, come on my fingers, little one.”

_________

Her orgasm gripped my fingers ferociously, her smooth velvety walls were greedily sucking my fingers in at the same time and her moans were making the experience sweeter. I couldn’t help but bite my own lip to prevent the whimper from coming out but failed at doing so as I watched her body react to my fingers alone.

I slid my fingers out of her dripping cunt and could see how well she’d covered them with her juices. I sit up bringing them up closer toward my mouth and taste her again, groaning in pleasure at her taste, she was addictive.

“Let me help you-“ she’s breathing heavily, chest rising up and down as she shakily turns to look at me.

“Why?” I asked her in confusion but wanting to kick myself in the face for turning her help down.

“Because you helped me, now it’s my turn to help you.” I hadn’t noticed before since it was dark in the cave but her pupils were blown wide, yet she was acting sweet.

“You’re acting kind,” I stated in a state of shock and she just nods.

“If we continue I will not be kind, the pollen makes us-“ she places her hand on my mouth to stop me from talking.

“Fuck the pollen, no wait, fuck me, but also fuck the pollen.”

Lo’ak had said that word has two meanings but I seemed to have understood her completely at that moment. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander down toward her mouth and back up at her face again.

“Has he put his in your mouth before?”

“Yes,” She answers plainly as her little fingers greedily move their way to untie my tewng. And the relief flooding through my body as soon as my cock sprang free.

“Woah-“ She comments and just stares, is she disgusted?

She carefully uses a finger to trace it from the head back to the base and wraps that hand around it, her entire hand couldn’t wrap around it completely and I could feel my pride grow.

“So Metkayina men are bigger in every aspect.” She glides her hand back up toward the head and a shudder leaves my body, she slides it back down.

“What about you?” She asks, I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until I find hers on mine when I open them. “What do you like?” She repeats the question I’d asked her earlier as she glides her hand back up toward the head. I place my hand on her head after she asks me the question, ruffling her hair.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, little one.”

And with that she smiles, using her other hand to collect slick from herself and placing it on top of the one on my cock, I couldn’t help but thrust my hips up in her hands after she’d done that. She doesn’t hesitate to run her thumb over the head and I tried to hold it in but-

“Please-“ I beg and thrust myself into her hands again.

“Please what?” She asks in such a tiny voice I felt so out of place but I thrust in her hands again, whimpering at the sensation.

“Awe, come on, use your words.” She teases her thumb over the head again.

“I want-“ I thrust again and moan “-to come,” I huff and thrust myself faster.

“Not yet,” She seemed to be having fun with this as she moved her hands faster.

“Will you stop being mean to me if I let you come?” She asks and it catches me off guard.

“W-what?” I asked as my hips move on their own, just to feel her sweet hands at work, she had such a gentle touch.

“You heard me.”

“I’ll do anything you want if you let me come,” I moan and my breath hitches at her pace.

“Y/n, I’m close-“

“I know,” She leans down to fit the head in her mouth and the warm sensation was what threw me overboard as I came while moaning at the suckling she’d done, losing control of my hips and pushing in the slightest bit.

I’d detangled my hands from her hair, not remembering when it was I’d done that, and her mouth slides off my cock. She has drool and cum dribbling down her chin and I can’t help but use my thumb to clean her up a bit, only to shove it back inside her mouth and she clamps it shut around my finger, sucking it clean without my asking.

“You’re filthy,” I spoke in shock feeling my cock pulse at her actions. “I want to taste you,” I added and she stops sucking, looking back at me with wide eyes, letting go of my thumb she only stares up at me.

“Okay,” she sounds shy all of a sudden but all I can do is smile.

“You’re very beautiful,” I said in a serious tone and she only looks down. I grasp her jawline gently between my pointer finger and thumb, moving her face up to look at mine and lean down to kiss her. She kisses back and wraps her arms around my neck, making my cock twitch back to life.

“How do I take this contraption off?” I tug at the shirt she wore, it was an off the shoulder that came above her belly, but I had no idea how my sister made it or how she took it off. She turns around and moves her hair and I see it tied together.

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“How are you ready to go again?” I asked once I turned. I had meant to grab his face to kiss him but felt a little curious.

“Lay down for me,” He orders and I could feel myself clench around nothing but sit on my bum, looking up at him, I was nervous. Sure Neteyam and I had done things with our hands to each other, we’ve also done oral, but we never got to the full act of sex, so I was still a virgin even when Neteyam’s fingers popped my cherry. And there was something taboo about getting head from my friends bully.

“Are you okay?” He asks and I felt the nerves in my belly act up. His hand had come to my face and it felt warm.

“Just nervous.” I nod and turn my head to kiss his hand, his face softens and he leans down to kiss me again.

“I can kiss the nerves away, little one.”

And it surprises me that he does. The heat from the stupid pollen had returned as it made its way throughout my body but with each kiss he’d given me down my neck and onto my collar bones I could feel myself cooking down again. He doesn’t waste any time massaging my bare breast with his massive hands, making sure to pay attention to my nipples.

“You’re a tease-“ I gasp and he hums in agreement placing one of them in his mouth. Twisting his tongue around my nipple.

“Damn,” I mutter breathless.

He switches over toward the other nipple and gives it the same attention and I could feel the slick again, moaning at the sensation of his hand gliding down my side and onto my thighs. Lowering himself as he peppers kisses down my stomach and settles between my legs, making sure his arms are holding my thighs apart, hooking them around and holding me in place.

I swear I can hear him purring but he doesn’t really move, I peer over and notice he’s sniffing my cunt and I moan at the sight. He starts placing kisses on my inner thigh, trailing them up toward his prize and I’m a whimpering mess.

“I’m going to enjoy this more than you are,” He comments and licks teasingly around my lips, but with how sensitive I am down there he may as well have been licking my clit.

“St-stop teas-ing,” I manage to mutter but he doesn’t care since he does it a second time, ripping out a moan from me. I gasp as he licks a fat stripe on my cunt, I buck my hips as much as I can with how still he’s holding me and it makes me feel feral.

He takes his time licking around my already sensitive and puffy clit, kind of like french kissing my cunt, but I couldn’t help myself as I bucked my hips in his mouth, although I hadn’t succeeded much in moving my lower half. I could feel my orgasm approaching and needed to hold onto something- so my hands flew up to his hair. I can hear him laugh into my pussy as he continued eating.

“Fuck, please let me come.” I whine and feel him tapping on my belly with one hand. I struggle to look down and his face is buried in my pussy, but he signs instead.

Go ahead and come.

And with his permission I seize up under his tongue working his magic on me, he’d let go of my thigh as he signed and I humped the ever living fuck out of his face as I came. Once he comes up for air I can see how shiny his nose down to his chin look. I let out a tired giggle upon seeing his face and have come to realize his pupils are blown wide.

“I think I’m addicted to you,” He kisses my tummy on his way back up and plants a kiss on my forehead.

“How?” I asked out of curiosity.

“The way you smell,” He kisses me on the mouth and I could practically feel the emotion.

“The way you taste and the sounds you make,” Another kiss.

“How sweet you are,” Another.

I don’t hesitate to take my hand down toward his penis as he kisses me a third time and he hisses. I run my hand as low as I can and back up, squeezing the head to tease him a little as his hips jerk into my hand.

“I thought I was filthy?” I teased and purposely let go of him.

“You can be,” He leans down and kisses me again.

“Have you ever had- this, with anyone else before?” I asked him.

“Are you getting jealous?” He smirks and I roll my eyes.

“No, skxawng,”

“Yes, but this is also as far as I’ve gotten with them. But I want to go further with you, if you’ll let me.” He seems shocked at his own words but his face is serious. “Have you and-“

“This is as far as we’ve gotten too.” I admit. “But-“ I stop myself and catch his eye.

“I want you to be my first, pollen or not, I want to make you feel good, Ao’nung.” I stated seriously. And his hands find my face gently caressing my cheeks.

“I want you to feel good, but I need you to tell me if it hurts, I’m not sure how much of me you can take or if I’ll hurt you in the process.”

“I took two of your fingers pretty well, I’m sure I can handle you.” I stated and he kisses me again, so much passion and emotion running through me I felt dizzy again.

We found ourselves lying in missionary and he’d been biting his lip the entire time, working his way up to sticking his penis in.

“Look at me Yawne,” He asks and sounds scared as I look over. “You promise you’ll tell me?” He asks and his concern is adorable.

“Yes, I promise, but the burning feeling of the pollen is starting to come back pretty bad,” I whined slightly and he nods. He bites his lip in concentration and places the head against my waiting hole covered in slick. I gasp at the feeling of his head spreading me and it felt massive.

“Fuck-“ He states in pure english and I’m shocked at how he’d used the word correctly. His chest is rising a little faster than before but his eyes were closed.

There was no way this entire thing was going to fit into me and not hurt me, there was no fucking way! I tried to breathe through it to calm my heart but I should have known he would have sensed something was off.

“Talk to me little one, how does it feel?” He asks with such composure I feel surprised he managed to speak so calm.

“Uncomfortable but only a little,” I groan.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks and I keep my head laid down but move my eyes to look at him, shaking my head.

“I’m okay, keep going,” I urge him, he does go in more and he groans. I let out a long exhale as I try mentally preparing myself for this. I let out a cry as soon as I feel his fingers stroking my clit, unintentionally thrusting my own hips, taking more of him in.

“Figured I should help you out a bit,” He teases while running many circles over my already abused bud.

“How much of you is inside?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“About a third,” He states. “Are you okay?” He asks and I nod weakly.

“Just keep doing that,” I grasp onto the hand he has between my legs gingerly and he speeds it up.

“Ah~” I hiss and thrust against him, taking more of him in again. But just then he hit something that made me see fire works.

“That felt so good Tìyawn,” He moans and I could only figure I’d unintentionally clenched around him.

“Do that again,” I gasp as he slides out partially but slides back in. I throw my head back and arch my back slightly feeling the tip rub against me deliciously.

It eventually doesn’t take long for him to grasp my arms and hold them above my head as he thrusted in me without mercy. Both of us had been lost in the pleasure and our moans were echoing in the cave, I’d almost forgotten the Ilu had been on the other side of the waterfall.

“Oh my Eywa,” He states as soon as his hips collide with mine.

“Y/n- ugh- wow!” He struggles to stay consistent and I’m in a world of pleasure. I lift my head up to look at his face but this man is straight up biting his lips and his eyes are closed. It doesn’t take me long to look down and see the bulge in my belly as he moves and I contract around him.

“Agh-“ He hisses.

“Let me touch you, please-“ I couldn’t find it in myself to speak in Na’Vi so I didn’t.

But just as he happened to understand me earlier, he understood me again and releases my hands from his grasp. It was only a hypothesis but I had to test it out, as his body leaned over me I grasped the tips of his ears and rolled them between my thumb and pointer finger.

“Wanna come so bad, please let me come,” His hips stutter in deliciously against mine and he’s become a whimpering mess. I smile weakly at my victory and rub his ears faster and he’s moaning loudly, I had no idea he could be this vocal.

“Please little one, I need to come,” He begs again and his hands are on my hips, I could feel it too.

“Feel s’good, warm, tight, fuck!” He growls out the last word in English.

“Come, please come!” I whined and he leans down to bite the skin between my neck and shoulder at the exact moment I contract around his girthy cock. Hot spurts of his come coaxing my womb generously, most of it coming back out.

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“Wait-“ She places her hands on my arms as I dipped her into the water carefully, holding her body close to mine as I washed my come off of her.

“I’ll be quick, just need to clean you up,” I stated as my hands gently went between her legs to clean her up, her hiss is what stopped me in my tracks but I continued even slower.

“Is the storm over?” She asks and my ears flicker at the question, it hadn’t occurred to me to check the weather but didn’t hear the splatter of rain drops on the cave.

“Yes, we should head home soon before they send a search party.” I admitted and she nods. I slowly lift her out of the water and place her on the little island, pulling myself out of the water and sitting next to her, I’d already put my tewng back on and stood her up to place hers on as well. I held on to her hip to steady her as her legs kept shaking and managed to wrap hers on her body and tied it off.

“How do you put this back on?” I asked as I grasped the shirt she wore and she yanks it from my hands, placing it on herself, moving her hair out if the way so I could tie the back of it.

“We should probably go now, how far away are we?” She asks.

“Not too far, about halfway.” I stated and called the Ilu over, it emerges from the waterfall blocking this area from the entrance of the cave and I sit on it, holding a hand for her to take.

“I’ll go above water but you’ll need to hold your breath when we get to the wall.”

“Okay,” She’d responded and we spent the entire way back in silence. I wouldn’t call it comfortable but it wasn’t terrible, I figured she needed to rest her mind somewhat before talking, and I granted her that silence until we got back to the retaining wall.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Not really,” She responded. I’d placed my hand on her belly to feel her take her breath and she seemed to understand as she slowly inhaled deeply. Once she stopped I gave the Ilu the instruction to dive. I’d already seen the familiar faces of my parents and her family waiting for us to arrive as soon as we’d come back up.

“I was worried when the storm let up and I hadn’t seen you, what took you so long!” My mother’s voice was the first to speak once we got closer.

“I wanted to make sure she was okay to dive again.” I answered and out on the best face I could to convince her. As we got closer I placed my hand on Y/n’s hips and lifted her off the Ilu and straight into Toruk Makto’s hands, who lifted her up with ease.

“We were worried for you, kid.” He speaks to her as he kneels to check if she is injured.

“Whats this-“ He asks and reaches for her neck, she immediately hides my marking from him and covers it with her hair.

“Nothing.” She stated nonchalantly and he gives her a look before his eyes find mine. I look away immediately, I didn’t want him reading into my soul.

“Is the tawtute hurt?” My mother asks and takes a step closer to her.

“M’fine. I didn’t get hurt, your son took care of me, sorry for worrying you.” She stated so plainly and starts to walk away, I furrow my brows and hop off the Ilu, disconnecting myself from him and stepping onto the walkway myself.

“Wait a minute, Kid,” Jake speaks up after her and she stops but doesn’t turn around.

“Thank you for waiting for me, but I’m tired, I need to rest now.” She speaks and walks once more, Jake following after her.

“What did you do?” My mother hisses at me as I watch Y/n walking away.

“What? Nothing. I went after her when she was swept away from a current and made sure she was feeling better before we came back here. We waited the storm out in a cave nearby.” I omitted some of the truth but that was something she didn’t need to know about.

She only glares at me but takes my word for it as she turns and starts walking back herself, but not without stopping at the many people who had gathered around. It seemed like she was working on gathering a search party for us.

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“What happened?” Neytiri asks me so calmly I had not really expected this from her. Jake and I had just arrived at the entrance of the marui where she stood. I had no idea what to say but also didn’t want to have this conversation.

“All that matters is that she’s fine and needs her rest. Right kid?” Jake cuts in and I’m thankful he does.

“Y/n!” Tuk shouts happily from behind Neytiri and runs up to hug me.

“Hi TukTuk,” I smile at her and hug her back.

“Holy shit, she lives!” Spider comes out after hearing Tuk yell, I’m sure, but comes up to hug me either way.

“Don’t cuss in front of the child Skxawng!” I smack the back of his head and he laughs.

“Holy shit! Y/n!” Lo’ak is the next out of the tent followed by Kiri who all join in on the hug. I’m appalled at him cussing too and attempt to smack his head but hit his neck instead.

“Dad, Y/n just tried assassinating me,” Lo’ak whines.

“Good, somebody has to,” Jake jokes and Lo’ak frowns.

“Mom?” He asks and she just laughs at our antics but it wasn’t always like that with her.

When Neteyam had told her about how he was courting me for the longest time behind her back she went ballistic. She’d come up to hells gate- unannounced- asking for me specifically. I knew it couldn’t have gone well and she’d called me every name under the sun.

She had wondered what kind of corruption I’d set upon her son and wanted me to stop seeing him immediately. She’d told me that nobody would want someone they couldn’t bond with, that I was the biggest mistake he’d ever made, and he’d come to realize it soon. I’d been a mess of tears afterward and wondered why I’d allowed myself to fall for him.

He visited me after I hadn’t shown up to dinner and I begged him to choose someone else. He assured me that not even his mother would stop him from loving me, and that was the first night we ever did anything sexual. But he was gentle and sweet, and his words of affirmation made me feel so fuckin happy. It was after that night that Neteyam had stood up to his mother and told her to never talk to me the way she had again. It took a while before she wasn’t glaring at my presence but she grew to love me.

“Your mom likes me more,” I joke as soon as the hug was broken. He only places his hand gently on my head, scrunching his nose at the joke, my face fell and my eyes filled with tears at the gesture. Neteyam did that often, and I hadn’t planned to, but I started bawling.

“Oh, Kid,” Jake stated sadly and pulls me in for another hug.

“Lets go sleep, Y/n/n.” Tuk tugs on my hand while keeping herself close to comfort me.

“Come on, we can sleep like how we used to, right mom?” Lo’ak asks, his hand on my shoulder and I feel myself nodding against Jake.

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I’d found it weird that Kiri, Lo’ak, and spider had shown up without Y/n. But I didn’t want to comment on it since according to them we don’t get along, much less ask everyone where the other person is so I silently prayed that someone would ask where she was.

“Where is Y/n?” Rotxo was the first to ask and I guess I should have asked Eywa to let Tsireya notice instead but it was too late for that. Rotxo had no business wondering where she was.

“She wasn’t feeling well and had to stay in the marui resting.” Spider stated his explanation and I was wondering why she wasn’t feeling well. She did act a little weird last night after we’d gotten home and none of the family showed up for dinner. Had I done something wrong?

I’d been too worried on Y/n to really focus on my tasks today. I wasn’t up to par with my teasing of the darker toned family and found myself wondering how I could fix whatever problem the tawtute had. I’d been too unfocused that my dad took notice and told me to visit my mother to check up on me.

“What is wrong?” She asks as soon as her face lands on mine and I gulp, was it that evident on my face?

“Nothing,” I answered too quickly.

“I could hear your father asking where your focus has gone. And can only imagine you are sick, which you do not appear to be, or there is someone consuming your thoughts. So, who is she?” She asked so calmly as she finishes mixing some kind of drink together, refilling one of her bottles, but looking back at me as she finishes.

“Sa’nu,” I try stopping her but knew I was blushing. It was very rare for us to be affectionate in public, but we were always digging into each others personal lives every day. We often teased Tsireya about Lo’ak and their courtship. Tsireya and I often made fun of our parents, sometimes being grossed out by their kisses, but it felt different now that I was older.

“You cannot hide anything from me ma’itan,” She smiles at me and motions for me to come closer.

“You need to make clear with this girl what it is you want. If you want to court her do so, we do not need you filling your mind with doubt or worry. If she rejects you she wasn’t meant to be yours and was a loss cause anyway. You are perfect in my eyes and you will be perfect in hers.”

“Thank you,” I said at her words. She was always willing to comfort me at any given time and she was a wonderful mother. She kisses my forehead and caresses my face, moving the strands of hair off to the side, smiling widely at me.

“Introduce us to her when you are ready, until then, I will not pry. But pretend to focus for your fathers sake, hmm?”

“Okay,” I answer with a chuckle.

“Am I to expect you for dinner, or?” She leaves the question open and I blush at her words looking away from her gaze. “I will not.” She nods her head and goes back to her liquids.

Dinner could not have come soon enough as everyone gathered around to eat together. I’d been patiently waiting for the Sully’s to show up, I’d sat with my family to keep up appearances but was too nervous to eat, I could see the small human sitting with her family looking rather upset, her eyes had been puffy like she’d been crying, and my heart sinks at the sight of her.

It doesn’t take long for someone to start the festivities with some music and dancing. Others gathered around as some told stories and I’d chosen the perfect opportunity to hide away. Waiting for the moment when Y/n separated herself from her family to go back to their marui.

As she stands up and waves at little Tuk, who’d finally left her side to go with Rotxo’s younger sisters, I take the opportunity to follow closely behind her as soon as she’s far enough from the crowd. I grasp her arm gently and she jumps as she turns.

“Have you been avoiding me?” I ask with a smirk.

“Yes.” She stated before turning around to walk away.

“Hey, whats wrong,” I follow beside her as she continues walking.

“Aren’t you supposed to be off somewhere bothering someone else?” She asks and crosses her arms while stomping closer toward the marui’s.

“Please stop.” I asked her and she does.

“I do not understand. Have I upset you?” I ask and make my way around to face her but she’s looking at the floor. I could feel my face softening at her. “Please let me fix my mistake-“

“No, you have not upset me.” She cuts me off and her words should make me happy but her refusal to look at me is not comforting.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” I asked in a serious tone. She nervously looks up at me and looks away again, sighing.

“Can we talk somewhere nobody will hear us?” She asks and I nod. Heading off toward the wooded area we had on the island. We often took fruits from here and found special things my mother uses for healing. I could hear the sounds of her feet following behind me and didn’t need to turn around to make sure she was there- she walks pretty loudly.

We manage to reach a clearing closer to the center of it all, the grass and flowers growing wildly, but not too tall, it was enough to tickle my feet but I’m sure being in the forest climate meant she’d been around grass her entire life. Just as I reach the clearing I turn and sit so she can face me, but pat the grass beside myself so she could sit by me. I felt like I needed her close, I missed her touch, her smell, her, I just really missed her. But Eywa must have been on my side because she sat where I’d instructed and it brought a small smile to my face.

“Why are you upset, little one?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“I might say a lot of words in english, and I apologize because I don’t know the Na’Vi equivalent or it just doesn’t have a translation. But please let me talk and ask questions when I’m done.” She states and I nod giving her my undivided attention, ears flickering toward her.

“I feel guilty for what happened at the cave. Not because I got caught in a current but because of the sex, I’d never mated with Neteyam, but sex is the next best thing and I didn’t even experience that fully with him. I want to say I was under the influence of the pollen, but a part of me really wanted to please you-“ She stops as she looks directly at me and looks away rather quickly.

“I feel like I’m taking things too fast and betraying Neteyam. Lo’ak did something yesterday, something ‘Teyam always did, he put his hand on my head and wrinkled his nose, and I absolutely lost it and started crying. I’ve never felt so guilty for what I did with you, but I also enjoyed it, I feel torn, and dirty.” She hugs her knee’s close to her chest.

“I also figured once we got back here, you’d just go back to being mean and ignoring me, I didn’t know what else to do except avoid you today.”

“I’m done now,” She stated sadly and I’m bringing her onto my lap immediately, hugging her.

“I want to correct you. It is not what you did, it is what we did, I was a part of it too and I need you to know I enjoyed every second of the time we shared. I also want to stupidly point out that I did tell you I’d do anything you wanted if you made me come, and I came.” I admitted and could feel her pull away with a blush covering her face. I use my fingers to hold her chin to look directly at me, suddenly feeling bold.

“I selfishly want it to happen again, and again, and again. I can understand your guilt but moving on is a part of the healing. Trust me when I say we all miss him, you will miss him forever, I do not blame you.” I stated and lean down to capture her lips with mine, I could feel my fangs poking her a bit.

“Can I make you feel good again, little one?” I ask as I connect our foreheads together, her cute tawtute nose poking mine.

“I feel guilty for wanting to say yes,” She stated, her eyes closed tightly.

“Stop feeling guilty and allow yourself to be happy, Yawne.” I mumble.

“Yes, yes I want you to make me feel good,” She whispers with her eyes still closed and I smile. Leaning down to kiss her again, carefully caressing her hips with one hand and her cheek with the other, sure it was an awkward angle but I didn’t mind.

In the midst of our make out I swipe my tongue on her bottom lip and she accepts by opening her mouth. Her tongue was soft against mine and allowed me dominance. She moans into the kiss grinding herself on me and I bite back a groan.

I remembered the way her shirt comes off and reach around to untie it as I kiss her jawline, managing to slide the loops away from each other as the shirt loosens around her, I kiss down her neck and let go of the string, bringing my hands back over toward her arms where the shirt was, tugging it off of her without breaking my concentration. I take both breast into my hand and play with her nipples as I kiss her collarbones.

“Your hands feel so good,” She allows herself to moan and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“It makes me happy that I can please you with only my hands,” I speak in a much lower tone as I hungrily take in her body.

“I want you to lay down, little one, you can do that for me, can’t you?” I asked and she nods and does just that. My hand slides down to untie her tewng, throwing it off to the side to join her shirt, letting my other hand trail down her thigh, grasping it gently behind the knee, squeezing myself between her.

“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, I’ll enjoy this way more than you will,” I kiss down her stomach, making my way down her thigh.

“Ao’nung~” She moans and I hum at her, looking up at her breathing heavily, a primal surge going through me.

I gently kiss her inner thigh from where her knee is, but end up kissing and sucking my way up her thigh, leaving marks on her as she writhes beneath me.

“Please,” She begs and I’m in awe of how raw her voice sounded.

“Please what?” I ask as I huff my breath into her cunt, knowing it drover her crazy.

“Fingers, please,” She whines and I hum.

“I was going to use my mouth,” I started and she cries out.

“Use both!”

“So demanding, Tìyawn, but we can work on your manners later.” I delve one finger inside her and feel how warm she is just as she moans for having it placed inside her.

“I love your sounds, Tìyawn,” I stated sweetly and she moans, I could watch her like this for the rest of my life and be satisfied.

“I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t taste you now, little one, forgive me if I lose my composure, yeah?” She lets out a guttural sound similar to a growl and it turns me on more. I dip my head to finally taste her, letting my tongue run all over her engorged bud and finally swallowing the first of her sweet slick.

“Don’t stop please, don’t stop-“ She mutters as her hands hold onto my hair, I let a chuckle bubble out as I continue eating her sweetness. I didn’t plan on stopping any time soon and I think she knew. I decided now would be a perfect time to stick a second finger in and she wails loudly. Had it not been for how loud everyone else was being I might have told her to hold back, but her sounds were just as addictive as her taste, and the sight before me.

“S’good, s’good, fuck, fuck-“ Her hips were snapping at their own pace as I continued.

“Holy fuckin’ shit-“ She seizes uncontrollably and my face gets covered in wet liquid, I stop and stick my face back up to see her with a confused expression on my face.

“I’m so sorry-“ She backs off of my fingers and has a hand over her face. I slide my fingers into my mouth and close my eyes as I savor the taste.

“I don’t know what that was but I want to see you do that again,” I leaned back down before she stops me.

“I want to return the favor-“ She starts.

“I said I wanted to make you feel good, not the other way around, Little one.” I kiss her as she sits up on her elbows.

“Then make me feel good, please,” She starts sitting up but I place my hand on her chest, feeling her heart almost bursting out of her chest.

“Please,” She asks again.

“You don’t ever have to beg for that Tìyawn, never.” I backed off as I untied my tewng and see her face relax.

“Look at me, pretty girl, I want to see your face.” I state as I get back down between her legs, lining myself up, pushing slightly.

She moans at the contact while biting her lip and her eyebrows bowed. I lean down to kiss her as I push in slightly and she groans.

“Does it hurt?” I asked as I stand still while inside her and she nods a little.

“Let me help you-“

“No,” She stops my hand. “It feels so good at the same time, please move,”

“Little one,” I warn but she manages to slide herself onto me, moaning as she does so while knitting her brow together, tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey,” I start to worry before she cuts me off again.

“Oh fuck s’good-“ Her eyes shut as tears stream down her face, her little hips thrusting and her sweet gummy walls clenching me tighter. “Please pleas please move, Ao, please-“

“Whatever you wish, yawntutsyìp,” I start moving my hips slow to ease her pretty cunt.

“Lay down, please, lay down!” She rushes her words and I barely understand but I stop all movement to look at her.

“What?”

“Lay down.” She states firmly and I try pulling out but she stops me. “No, lay down inside me,”

“What are you planning?” I asked her.

“Ao’nung Makto, now move.” I couldn’t help but laugh but get myself into position, she unexpectedly slides down all the way once she’s on top and she places her hands on my belly to stabilize herself while moaning.

“Oh fuck-“ She moans.

“Yes-“ I hiss and hold on to her hips, the bulge in her belly is prominent and I bite back a moan.

She surprises me by planting her feet on my hips and sliding up from my cock, and slamming herself back down and moaning incredibly loud.

“If you keep that up I won’t last long,” I admit to her feeling her warmth engulf me so well. Moaning as she slams herself back down on me, I grip her hips harsher and she moans as well.

“I’m close, Ao’nung, fuck,” She whines and slams herself back down again. The tears sliding down her face again. I allow myself to meet her thrusts and her tears stream freely and I feel something soft against my head.

“Fuck!” She yells and she comes the same way she’d done earlier. But watching, hearing, and smelling her had made me come inside her as I grasped her hips harshly. She falls straight onto my chest while I was still inside and I slide her upward so I can slip out of her.

“What was that?” I ask her calmly after I’d caught my breath.

“It’s called squirting, it happens when someone is being pleasured very well.” She speaks into my chest out of embarrassment.

“Ao’nung makto?” I ask and laugh after the words leave my lips.

“I can’t think well in Na’Vi when I’m distracted.” She admits and I gently pet her hair.

“Do we have to keep hiding this from the others?” She asks and I knew what she meant. “I did it with Neteyam for a while, I can hide things well-“

“No, little one, theres no need to hide it.”

“So we can tell your mom?”

“Okay, maybe hide it from some people,” I agreed and she laughs a little.

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“I told you I could walk on my own,” I laughed as he holds me like a child, I assume my height plays along with that, I held our clothes on my hands and they covered me from the cold winds of the night.

“But I like carrying you, my prize, my little tawtute,” He smiles happily as we walk closer toward the shores of the sea, I toss our clothes near the dry sand as he steps into the sea.

“Is the water cold?” I asked as he steps in further.

“A little, but if it gets to be too much I could always hug you again,” He offers and the water touches my toes, causing me to yelp, pulling my feet back up and he chuckles.

“No wait, maybe I want to smell like you-“ I started before he steps over once more and my body is submerged in the cool water. I pop up from the water and start shivering.

“Sorry-“ He laughs as he watches me struggle to wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to warm up. “-theres a slope right here, I didn’t do that on purpose Tiyawn.”

“Come here,” I said and spread my arms out for him to fit around. As he swims over I push his head down under water and laugh as he comes back up.

He tugs me closer to him and kisses my face all over. Holding me by my waist.

“We should get back to our marui’s soon-“ I admit but he places his hand on my lips gently to shush me.

“My mom knows theres someone I’m trying to impress so she’s not expecting me back any time soon.”

“Are you seriously that horny?” I asked and he seems to bite his lip as his eyes widened and this is the first time I’d seen him look anything like Tsireya.

“Ao’nung-“ I state and he smiles.

“What was that word you used earlier?” He asks and seems to find it before I could think. “Have you ever had sex in the water before?” He asks.

“You’re ready to go? Already?” I asked in disbelief as he trails one hand down my spine, the other holding my bum.

“I’m sure you know this but we like to fuck several times a night with our mate.” He whispers in my ear and I could feel a sudden tingle in my pussy, I let out a short and quick sigh.

“As long as you take it slow, I’m a little sore from before-“

“We don’t have to, Tìyawn.”

“Believe me, I want to, you just have to go slow.” I kiss him feverishly.

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #aonung x reader smut #aonung #aonung x reader

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throneofsapphics · 2 months

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loyal friends

poly!Ruhnlidia x Reader

Summary: “You look so pretty on your knees,” “At least I didn’t get arrested,” and “You look so good with my hand around your neck” with Ruhn and Lidia.

Warnings: references to drinking/intoxication, sexual content, oral (f!receiving) minors dni

A/N: for this! I'm so obsessed with them.

You slipped through the door, shutting it quietly behind you, trying to hide your heavy breaths. Somehow, you’d managed to avoid whoever was on patrol, but it was a close thing. Your heels were long gone, discarded behind some dumpster or another. It had taken you an hour longer than it should’ve to get home, covering your tracks as best as you could.

Vandalizing hadn’t been on the agenda for the evening, but when that asshole insulted your friend it was all too easy for the three of you to find their home, and leave a nice little message behind.

A tang of guilt hit you. Not for the sweet revenge, but for leaving them behind. They’d told you to run after you’d figured out you were caught. Sure, you’d all disguised yourselves from the camera’s, but the world knew who your mates were and how much of a shit storm it would cause if you had been caught in the act. Lidia and Ruhn were out late tonight, but your alcohol hazed mind couldn’t remember exactly what they were doing. Work, probably.

Hot water washed the grime away, aided by furious scrubbing. After washing your hair, twice, you slipped into comfy clothes, fully prepared to spend the rest of your night on the couch, letting a mindless reality tv show calm your still thundering heart.

Turning the volume up to an obnoxious level, your phone slipped from your hand. Cursing, you tried to shove it closer to you with your foot - only succeeding in sending it under the couch. Groaning, you slid off, kneeling in front of it - ass up in the air, arm reaching blindly to try and sweep it out.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” a faintly amused female voice called. A familiar one.

You cursed violently, you hadn’t even heard the door open, probably couldn’t hear over the noise. Noise that was now gone with a click of the remote. You slid back, shuffling yourself out and sat on your heels.

First, you saw Ruhn’s boots, then snapped your head up to see him - hand outstretched, looking rather severe.

“What is it?” you asked, placing your hand in his. He didn’t move.

“Shame,” he muttered. “You look so pretty on your knees,” and tugged you up to your feet, his other hand gripping your shoulder to balance you. A shiver ran down your spine, his words making specific nerves in your body stand on end, but you’d save those for later - in case an apology was needed.

“What is it?” You repeated, looking past him to Lidia. Her lips curved into a smile, but she jerked her chin towards Ruhn.

“Two of your friends,” he started and your stomach dropped, “are currently in holding cells.”

“What happened?” You tried to keep your voice from wavering.

“There’s currently a giant dick painted on the home of a very wealthy investor,” a touch of amusement entered his voice, “and said investor is howling about a third ‘criminal’ escaping, demanding they’re brought in at once.”

It was obvious both Ruhn and Lidia knew the identity of said criminal.

“And do you have any suspects?”

“Whoever it is, they’re good at hiding,” Lidia said, “almost like they know exactly how to avoid the camera’s.”

“Good for them,” you shrugged. Ruhn’s hand from your shoulder, up the side of your neck, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, before dropping back to his side, his other hand releasing yours as well. You flopped back on the couch, phone forgotten for the meantime.

“I should take you in myself,” he glared at you half-heartedly. There was a hint of pride in his eyes.

“With what evidence?”

“At least tell me what he did,” Ruhn countered.

“I wasn’t there,” you emphasized, ignoring his eye roll, “but theoretically, he could have said some very rude things about a friend of mine. Looks like the type.”

“This asshole isn’t going to let it go.”

“Tell him he’s hallucinating,” you offered, giving him your best grin. Lidia let out a soft laugh, golden hair falling over her shoulder. “At least I didn’t get arrested,” you threw as much honeyed innocence as you could into your voice, “that would’ve been a bigger mess. Theoretically”

He shrugged noncommittally, but he knew you were right. “You have some loyal friends.”

“I wasn’t there, remember?”

He groaned, but you noticed some of the tension left his shoulders, and he collapsed back on the couch, arm hanging over the side, legs spread wide. His fingers played with his lip ring. You remembered what that lip ring could do, a shot of arousal running through your core.

“Really?” Violet-blue eyes danced, mouth curving into a smirk, hand falling to rest on his thigh.

“I can’t help it,” you shrugged.

His eyes traced over your shoulder, but before you could follow there was heat behind you, Lidia’s body pressing into yours, one hand on your stomach, pressing you back against her, the other resting delicately around your neck.

“You look so good with my hand around your neck,” her lips grazed over your ear, words soft and breathy.

A slow breath, eyes closed, head tilted back, resting against her shoulder, pulse thrumming against her fingers, her other hand trailing along your waist band, barely dipping into the skin below.

“Please,” you breathed, and she chuckled.

“Should we give him a show?”

“Yes,” Ruhn answered for you, “absolutely.”

Lidia’s hands dragged up your stomach, nails scratching lightly, taking your shirt with her. Each touch felt imbued with flame, the softness of her lips against your neck making your breath catch, the small whimpers involuntary.

“Naughty,” Ruhn’s voice interrupted as your arms raised, letting Lidia toss the shirt over. You were bare beneath, as always at this time of night. You rolled your eyes, but twisted, catching Lidia in a kiss.

Teeth nipped at your bottom lip, tongue swiping against to ask for entrance.

Parted lips, heavy breaths, hands winding in hair, the world forgotten, you leaned into her, let yourself be fully embraced in her presence and all encompassing aura.

It wasn’t long before Ruhn gave up on his show, deciding to take a more active role. You chuckled as he pressed against your back, fingers sliding down the rest of the fabric covering your bottom half.

Jeans rough against your bare skin, shadow laced fingers cooling the heated parts of your body, moans grew louder as they worked you in tandem.

“Too. Many. Clothes,” you managed to force the words out, regretfully breaking your lips away from hers.

“You’re naked, love,” she teased.

You tugged at her shirt in response. Her eyes rolled, but she first pulled you - ignoring Ruhn’s discontented grunt, before flipping you over her shoulder in one smooth movement. You squeaked as she carted you off towards the bedroom.

There, she finally let you tear the rest of her clothes off. Not literally, but they did fly across the room, Ruhn laughing as her shirt hit him in the face.

“Yours off too,” you scowled at him.

“Someone’s bossy today,” he tutted, but obliged.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” You commented as he undressed, examining the tattoos you already had memorized.

“Yesterday.”

Lidia huffed, pushing you back. “My patience is running out.”

Her head found its way between your legs, bliss following. Each kitten lick, the finger slipping inside, the spot she pressed against was all perfection.

You barely registered Ruhn behind you, your back against his chest, his fingers toyed with your nipples, focused on the goddess before you - golden hair falling over her shoulders, eyes filled with wicked triumph.

#ruhn danaan x reader #lidia cervos x reader #ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x y/n #crescent city imagine #lidia cervos x y/n #crescent city x reader #ruhn danaan x reader x lidia cervos #ruhn daanan x y/n x lidia cervos #ruhnlidia x reader #ruhnlidia x y/n #poly!ruhnlidia #poly!ruhnlidia x reader #poly!ruhnlidia x y/n #crescent city smut

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littleadaline · 2 months

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Hold Me [P.G8]

Warnings: academic overwhelm, reader isn’t coping well with the stress, Pedri being a (hopefully) helpful partner. Fluuuuuff ✨

A/N: wrote this during my midterms, basically how I felt going through the sleepless nights of studying, keep in mind I have ✨ADHD✨, so my retention can often be resumed to….shit 😽😽

A/N (again): I’m publishing this at 1:12 AM, clearly shouldn’t, but I’ve been too eager lmaoo. Um.. I haven’t written in a year or two, so bear with me. I’ll try to post on a somewhat regular basis, but being a Uni student, my schedule is a bit hectic. Love 😽

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Everything felt dull. The birds had stopped singing, the sky wasn’t as bright, the wind was colder. You huffed as you woke up, not ready to go through another day of this. Pedri had already left for training, leaving you alone in the flat. You sighed, turning over to grab your phone, chuckling as you saw the messages he had sent you while you were asleep.

[Mi amor:]

Thinking of you 😘 Good luck with studying today! I’ll grab us food on the way back xx

You answer his message before making your way to the bathroom, ready to get on with your day. As you take a quick glance in the mirror, you can’t help but notice your sulked face, your tired eyes from hours of staring at your computer, tirelessly trying to understand the concept of your class. You were currently studying for your finals, something that had been consuming your entire life, barely leaving space for extracurricular activities or just, breathing. Pedri had noticed the toll it had taken on you, on your couple, seeing your date nights pushed aside for a quick study attempt. You couldn’t lie, some days you had regretted pursuing a higher education degree. A notification from your phone pulled you away from your thoughts.

[Mi amor:]

Training is done, but I’m gonna go out with the boys for a bit. I should be back in 3 hours. Are you in the mood for a poke bowl, cariño?

You let him know before heading to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. As you bit through your toast, you glanced around the room. Your books and textbooks were splattered across the dining table, your pencils scattered around the room, either having fell down the table or thrown in a fit of rage. You sighed, putting down your coffee mug on the table. You knew you had to clean up your mess, not wanting Pedri to see the flat in this state. But something was preventing you from picking up your books, your scattered pencils, and the hundreds-if not thousands of Post It’s on the floor. In an attempt to pump yourself up, you sat down on the dinner table, a twinkle of hope in your eyes. You opened up your computer, your eyes glancing at the revision document. Word after word, after word, after word. Your brain barely read out the sentences, before you felt a ball in your throat, a feeling of helplessness overcoming you. Overwhelmed, you sat down on the cold floor of the flat, defeated. Why? “Why can’t I pick up after myself? Why am I so shut down?”, you muttered to yourself. You were nervously playing with the hem of your sweater, clenching and unclenching your fists, your breathing rapidly increasing. You found yourself overwhelmed; by the repetitive clinging of the washing machine you had previously started, the neighbours’ crying baby, the children playing in the park below the apartment. Everything felt too bright, too loud, too much. Exhausted, you let the tears out, longing for some sort of relief, more emotional than physical. You rolled yourself into a ball, sobs hidden by the noise of your neighbourhood.

Outside this flat, no one knew about the mental exhaustion you had pushed yourself to. The restless nights, staring at the ceiling while Pedri snored peacefully next to you; the times you silently cried in the shower as your soul broke from the pressure. There was no denying it, the academic pressure had broken your soul, left it torn into shreds, your confidence down the drain. Between the sobs, you didn’t hear the front door open. You quickly wiped down the tears before scurrying to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Cariño, I’m home!”, a soft knock came from the door. You sniffled, rather loudly. “Is everything alright?”, his voice grew concerned.

You looked in the mirror, your eyes widening in horror as you saw how red they were. “Shit, shit shit,” you said dabbing some cold water around your eyes. Pedri knocked a second time, harder. “Open the door please, I’m concerned about you.”

Left without a choice, you reluctantly opened the door. Pedri was standing there, his figure towering over you, his eyebrows were knitted in worry, his lips slightly agape. His hair was slightly stuck to his forehead, most probably due to the sweat from training.

“Nena, what’s going on? Did something happen?”, he said as he took your hand and led you out of the bathroom. “C’mere.”

Settling down on the couch, your body over his, you closed your eyes; for fear of breaking down in front of him. You felt one hand settle on your back, while the other settled on top of your head. In an attempt to soothe you, he began stroking your back. You felt your body relax to his touch, your worries melting away into nothingness. Pedri was your anchor, in all the aspects possible. Whenever you were sick, or tired, overwhelmed or angry, you knew you could find solace in his arms. You don’t remember what exactly happened after sitting on the couch, but you woke up to a different scenery. The sun had set down, leaving Barcelona enveloped by a cold darkness. The apartment had been tidied up, windows closed, blinds drawn, your books neatly packed on the bookshelf, your Post It’s picked up from the floor, your pencils back into their container. All the lights were turned off, the only source of luminosity being the candle Pedri had lit up in the kitchen; almond vanilla, your favorite. Confused, you sat up.

“Pepi?”, you said, rubbing the sleep off from your eyes.

Footsteps made you turn around, a freshly showered Pedri looking at you. You saw him disappear into the bathroom before coming back out again, fully dressed and dried up. Before you were able to say anything, he sat down on the spot next to yours. His hand found yours as he fiddled with your fingers.

“Nena…I think I know what’s going on with you.”, he started.

You held your breath, afraid to hear the truth coming out of his mouth, a truth you had tried so hard to suppress and deny.

“You’ve overworked yourself, haven’t you?”, he said, lovingly stroking your hair. “You’d think all this tossing and turning at night would go unnoticed?”, he chuckled. “I have taken into account how you started biting your nails again, how little time you have to rest. Your water bottle is always sitting empty, unless I refill it for you. The snack basket’s content hasn’t moved either, unless I break your study trance and feed you. You are sitting in front of your computer every waking second you get. I’m worried about you, and your mental health.”, he said in one breath. Pedri was right. Your day was filled with dread, to have to spend hour after hour trying to memorize concepts for your degree, your mind feeling like a hole-filled sponge, never able to retain anything. Exhausted, you let the dam break. Your shoulders shaking with sobs, soaking Pedri’s shirt as well. Pedri tightened his hold on you, bringing you closer to his chest.

“You won’t go through this alone. With the upcoming international break and my injury, I will be home for the next week and a half. I have also booked you an appointment with a therapist, so you can establish coping mechanisms together… also to talk it out. And after all of this is over, I booked us a flight to your hometown.”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I think being away from your family isn’t helping you much either,” he let out. “You’ve been in Barcelona barely a year, and I believe a part of your soul is still in your hometown. I believe the beach and your grandmothers’ cooking is exactly what you need in order to come back stronger.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

You didn’t know what to say, nor how to thank him. Unable to say anything, you just let yourself crawl onto him, your head peacefully resting on his shoulder. His body wash -a mixture of sweet and spice- filled up your nostrils, as you hummed in peace. You would always be grateful for the day Pedri appeared in your life. The relationship you had built was one out of fairytales, a story of love and resilience, considering you had survived doing long distance in the early stages. You balanced out each other in more ways you could think of.

“I love you”, was the only thing you mustered up to say.

“Te quiero también, nena.” He said, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri x you #pedri x y/n #fc barcelona

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heyidkyay · 5 months

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Seven

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: Another part, honestly so amazing to see how much this series is getting already! Means a whole lot, thank you. Just a quick note though, there will be msgs exchanged in this part so the green text is reader!

Masterlist

"Teddy!" I called out as I chased after the toddler currently streaking through my living room, the boy shaking water droplets all over the place like a wet dog.

I had only turned my back on him for a second! Simply to grab a new wash cloth from under the sink, but Teddy had taken the opportunity, quite literally, and ran with it, having darted out of the bathtub within the blink of an eye.

And now, the absolute menace was running rampant through the flat, cackling away without a care in the world, a little hellion in the making, whilst I fought to keep up with him.

In truth, it wasn’t exactly how I’d pictured spending my Saturday morning, but the life of a single parent was always so eventful, full of many surprises.

But, speaking of surprises- I huffed in defeat just as my phone lit up with the sound of a new notification. I rubbed at my temple before I glanced over towards where I'd left it, perched on the arm of the settee. I watched as it buzzed again, then again, before my eyes finally returned to Teddy.

The little tyke was now standing across the room from me now wearing a bright eyed smile, he mimicked me when I arched a brow, forcing the both of us into a right old fashioned standoff.

"You’re a terror, you know that?"

I gave a soft shake of my head, hiding the small quirk of my lips from my son’s view before ambling over towards the sofa to pick up the phone, my eyes only flickered to Teddy once I'd steeled my own expression. Though, his grin had only seemed to widen at my words.

"You have until I'm done with this..." I told him whilst gesturing towards the mobile, "To get your bum back in that bathroom." I pointed a stern finger at him, but it did nothing to hide the laughter dancing in the kid’s eyes. "Got it?"

"Got it." Teddy parroted, and he nodded once before running back down the hall.

I could only groan loudly and look to the ceiling when I heard Teddy’s footsteps go on a little too long, and didn't flinch when the slamming of the toddler's bedroom door echoed throughout the flat.

"Teddy!"

The only response my warning tone got was when I heard a buoyant giggle and I chuckled quietly to myself before lowering my body down onto the edge of the armchair. I was only twenty-three but my rumbustious son seemed to have aged me beyond my years, my knees aching as I finally settled in.

Flipping the phone the right way up in my hand, I watched as the screen brightened before a small hum escaped me.

A text from Matty. Or rather, several.

Messages now Matty:)!! I'm just about ready to kill Jamie If anything happens, know that I'll be halfway to Morocco by the time the Old Bill show up at my doorstep He's had me up since four, Squeaks Four!! It's completely inhumane Just made a break for it! Hiding out in a musty old broom cupboard but I can still hear him bitching And get this, he won't even let me skive off early to buy a bloody penguin! Can you believe that??

I snorted at the absurdity of Matty’s many messages.

Not that it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary for the musician. Yesterday, he'd had me up until gone two, nattering on about the batty old bird- his words- who lived in the house beside him. She had the tendency to pound on whichever wall was closest with her heavy metal cane (apparently the thing was an extension of her left arm) whenever she thought he was being 'too rowdy'. It was safe to say they didn't get on.

The texts were something that had started up right after Matty's impromptu visit earlier that week. Though I sometimes struggled to keep up, and often ended up leaving Matty waiting on a reply for a long while when I grew too busy, I found I didn't mind them.

In fact, I think I rather enjoyed opening up my phone to find yet another text waiting for me. They never failed to make me smile, either. Something which both Finn and Adi had not failed to take notice of.

I rubbed at the bridge of my nose whilst I thought up a reply, then frowned when I spotted a couple of stray Playmobil figures hiding under the tv unit. I exaggerated a stressed sigh, having only just tidied up in here an hour before.

Well now I know where you'll be hiding out if worst comes to worst BUT What if I break under interrogation? Or they make me out to be your accomplice?? Idk if I’d do well under pressure, Matthew Besides I quite like Jamie, reckon I'd miss his texts if you ended up killing him off He also has a strange knack for the paper's daily crossword.. But I can't disagree with you on the timing, I'd be on the verge too What the fuck needs doing at four in the morning?? And also I can't believe I even have to ask this, but what kind of penguin are we talking about here?

I was only slightly disappointed to find out that Matty was, in fact, talking about the chocolate bar, and not a horde of Antarctic birds in the next text that came a minute later. I hurried to fire one back.

What's wrong with a good crossword! And don't get all jealous on me, Healy, he likes to ambush me some mornings when I'm on my way into work I guess the early mornings do make sense though, life of a rockstar and all that ALSO of all the chocolates you could possibly choose from, why a penguin?? Honestly criminal.

I had to toss my phone back down onto the cushions then, knowing that I'd left Teddy alone for far too long already and that, if I let him, Matty would probably keep me distracted for as long as he pleased.

I heaved a massive sigh as I pulled myself back onto my feet.

"Teds, you better be dressed by the time I get there!" I shouted out and laughed quietly to myself when I heard the little boy squawk in retort.

The old Victorian style fireplace, which warmed the entirety of Finn's flat, was the one thing I truly envied most in the world.

It was a pretty thing, opulent and shapely. It stepped out from the white wall Finn used to hang a majority of his canvased photographs on and had intricate little carvings etched into its fine wood trim, swirls and staggers that always managed to capture my attention. I was drawn to every quaint detail it had to offer.

I only just managed to draw my eyes away from it when my phone vibrated against the jean of my upper thigh, picking it up then proceeding to chuckle quietly to myself as I moved to type up a quick reply.

Clicking it off a second later and feeling rather content, I looked up to grab my mug from off the coffee table, which hosted a vase full of vibrant daffodils, and paused when I felt the daunting gaze of the man I was seated with fall upon me.

"Alright there, Finn?" I questioned as I drew my limbs back in slowly.

He merely cocked a brow in retort as he relaxed further into his preferred seat, one no one dared touched now that we knew better.

"You tell me. Who's got you grinning like that on a Saturday afternoon?"

My lips tugged upwards unconsciously, something I was quick to hide behind the rim of my cooling mug. "Dunno what you mean."

Finn rolled his eyes so hard I was honestly a little concerned for his well-being, but then he spoke, "You know exactly what I mean. Come on, tell us! Is it that Healy bloke?"

Tongue in my cheek and drink cradled in between the palms of my hands, I huffed a light laugh but was fortunately saved from answering that particular question just as Teddy bounded in from the kitchen.

"'Pen."

I blinked at the biscuit packet that was currently being shoved, rather forcefully, into my face, before taking it from my son's tiny grasp. "Open, what?"

Teddy's brows pinched as he jabbed a chubby finger at the package in which I now held. "'Pen that." His t's sounding a lot more like d's.

Finn, the twat, snorted over in the little corner he’d made for himself and immediately tried to cover it up by clearing his throat. Teddy, as smart as he was though, caught it all the same and gifted his godfather a crinkly eyed smile. Me? I glared halfheartedly.

"No, Teds. I meant, what do you say after asking for something?"

"Ta."

I withheld a far too exhausted sigh and purposely ignored the muffled giggles now spouting from my best mate.

"It's thank you," I reminded for what felt like the millionth time, even though I knew it was all in vain. It seemed as though my son had been spending far too much time with the irresponsible Northerner sat across from us. "And yeah, that’s correct, bubs, but only after. What do we say before?"

Teddy glanced upwards at the ceiling, lengthening his already impossibly long lashes, as he pondered away.

I was forced to wrinkle my lips in a futile attempt to dampen my ever growing fond grin and listened to my son hum obnoxiously before his whole demeanour suddenly shifted.

"'Peas! I say 'peas!" Teddy exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Proud as ever, I smiled and opened up the packet for him, handing them back over.

"Good lad. And what do we say now?" I coaxed whilst pulling Teddy in closer to peck at his forehead and card a gentle hand through his curls.

Teddy peered up at me and grinned, all toothy. "Ta."

I shook my head amusedly at the boy before sweeping him swiftly off his feet and settling him onto the sofa beside me. Playfully, I blew a loud raspberry into Teddy's neck and decided that it was better for me to pick my battles. Especially with a child I knew had inherited my own string of stubbornness.

"Where's your auntie anyway? She knows she's not supposed to be giving you treats after you've just had lunch."

Teddy wrinkled his nose as he happily munched away on the procured biscuits but didn't bother with a verbal response, simply extended his arm out towards the door.

"Oi, Wells!" Finn called out for me and grinned when he heard Adi's muffled acknowledgement. "You better not be in there eyeing up my tarts!"

A bang was heard before a ruffled Adi appeared, sweeping back into the room with an air of aloofness. "You're a right tease. What’s the point in making them if they're only there to look at!"

"I already said that you could have one when they were ready!" Finn retorted whilst Adi marched her way across the rest of the living room to flop down into the armchair beside him. "They need to cool." He tutted.

Ads groaned unhappily.

I blew out a light chuckle as my eyes flickered towards her slumped form before swiping away a few stray crumbs that Teddy had created. "You just ate, Ads."

"And? I was told that there'd be tarts for dessert. Here I am, and no tarts to be had!"

"Yet!" Finn added, exasperated now, and I snorted quietly to myself whilst the duo continued to bicker back and forth, as they tended to do whenever they were together.

"Mad, aren't they, Teds?" I whispered mockingly after having leaned in closer to my son's side.

Teddy merely held a biscuit up in retort and so I bit into its edge, grinning as I chewed away. "Ta." I winked in conspiratory.

Teddy giggled before his attention was caught then again by my exuberant friends.

I could only release a breathy laugh as I watched on too, before startling slightly when my phone sent a ring of vibrations echoing down my leg. Which always left my bones there feeling all weird and tingly.

Messages now Matty:)!! How important does a person have to be before they're assassinated vs. murdered??

I forced my eyes shut momentarily at the outlandish question, but couldn't quite control the full fledged grin that blossomed.

Matty over text was rather different to the person I’d met in real life, I’d already decided after having only texted him for a few short days.

He was just more... open? Forthcoming? Candid, perhaps. He was incredibly inquisitive about everything I mentioned, even the little things, and a whole lot less reserved than the man I remembered meeting at the studio for the very first time. Matty loved to send a million messages at once and then pick out all the best bits of my reply to respond to. And would text me at every and any time of day.

It had been quite the change of pace at first, I hadn't expected much from Matty asking for my number, figuring it was just playful jealousy at having been beaten to it by Jamie. And even after I’d given it to him, I thought I might just receive a simple text to say that he hadn't forgotten our short-lived encounter.

But no, Matty was almost animate in all of our conversations, he always had a witty reply, or an anecdote to bring up and ponder over.

It had, quite rightly, made my head spin after receiving the first handful of texts. I really hadn't been expecting such a vast contrast and had even gone as far to question whether Matty had typed in the correct number. But it hadn't taken me all that long to get used to it, I actually rather enjoyed being the person Matty sent all of his strangest thoughts to.. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

Messages now Should I be worried?

Matty:)!! What's that meant to mean?

You're quite the figurehead?? Should I be prepared to cancel any future plans of mine to make time for your imminent funeral?

Matty:)!! God no! Actually wait maybe Can never be too sure can you? Death is a very unpredictable thing, Squeaks Unless it's premeditated Then I suppose you're asking the right kind of questions Whilst we're on the subject though, will you make sure that there are crows at my funeral? And a mysterious woman stood in the far back with a sturdy umbrella Oo and cake! Lots of cake Make sure Ross is sat upfront too Can't have him making a proper scene at my wake Probably still manage to make it all about him though SOMEHOW Wouldn't put it past that tosser So with that thought, be a dear and make sure his invite gets lost in the post will you? X

I snorted at the cluster of texts that seemed almost never ending. My phone buzzing against the palm of my hand at a mile a minute, often before the last vibration even had a chance to cease.

Before actually knowing The Matty Healy™, I never would have once pegged the gritty, solemn rockstar we had all seen plastered across the morning papers to be such a massive melodramatic diva. But now, I honestly couldn't picture him any other way.

Can get behind the cake, but why crows? And this woman, how mysterious are we talking here?? Yet to meet Rossward but am sure he’d be a blubbering mess if you popped your clogs and didn't invite him to your funeral babe Can just picture it now, WHAT will the papers say!? Also are you prepared to face his wrath when he eventually follows?

Matty:)!! Make sure it's something shit like red velvet or coffee or something And crows add to the overall sombre Plus my mums terrified of em Woman’s got to be incredibly mysterious BTW I want the whole shebang Sunglasses, trench coat, high heels and one of those massive fuckoff floppy hats I'd ask you to try and aim for a rainy day as well but that's almost a given And tell Ross I'll be there waiting!! Reckon my ghost could pin his in a fight

"She's grinning again." Adi sang, causing my distracted gaze to snap up and see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"When's she bleeding not, whenever she's on that thing!" Came Finn's unhelpful addition, he flapped a hand haphazardly towards the mobile I held. "It's like we aren't even here!"

"'m here!" Teddy announced solemnly, having since finished his biscuits, crumbs dusting the corners of his mouth and rosy cheeks. He shuffled over towards me then and planted himself firmly in my lap to peer closely at the phone's now dimming screen.

I stifled a heavy groan at the sudden weight and silently winced instead, my nose wrinkling with it. Adi laughed loudly.

"Who that is?" Teddy asked me, already reaching out to run his grubby little paws across the screen. I steered him away, whilst the faces sat opposite us lit up like a bonfire in August. I hastily buried the phone in my back pocket.

"Yeah, Mouse. Who was it?" Adi prompted unnecessarily, a vicious smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth- more than amused. "Don't leave us in the dark!"

I bit down a few snipping words, feeling them bounce against the back of my teeth, and instead opted for drawing Teddy's attention elsewhere. "Ready to head on over to the park now, monster?"

Teddy beamed at the very idea and squirmed in my hold to be let down. I let him go, but only after lightly tickling at the boy's sides.

"Go on then, grab your coat and trainers for me, bubs."

Without a second thought, Teddy dashed off towards the hallway where his shoes sat neatly by the front door.

Slowly, knowing there was no use in trying to avoid it, I turned towards the two idiots waiting expectantly for me and gifted them both a drawn out sigh.

"You each get one question before Teddy comes back. Make them count."

Adi squealed and tugged her feet up onto the armchair in her anticipated excitement. Whilst Finn chose to stare long and hard at me, obviously debating on just what to ask exactly.

The briefest of seconds passed before Adi went to open her mouth, a question on the tip of her tongue. But Finn cut her off with an outstretched hand and gestured her closer.

"We'd like to configure." He informed me with a sly smile before angling his body inwards to whisper in Adi’s ear.

I narrowed my gaze, not liking this at all. But carried on watching them closely whilst the duo murmured back and forth. It was then that I heard Teddy fumble with something out in the hall and grinned triumphantly.

"Time's running out." I taunted, ticking now.

Adi rolled her eyes at me and said one last thing to Finn before they both fell back into their seats, looking moderately calm and collected.

I raised a brow.

"So! Do you, or do you not, in fact fancy the pants off of the person you've been texting all day, also known as the notorious Matthew Healy, singer-slash-twat-slash-extraordinaire?"

"I'm quite sure that there was two questions in there somewhere." I argued pointlessly.

"Was there?" Adi hummed innocently, before then turning towards Finn. "I only heard one, how about you?"

"Definitely one." The man affirmed with a sharp nod.

I scowled. With them, it always ended up being two against one.

"I don't fancy the pants off of anyone." I replied as casually as I could, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa.

"Liar!" Ads laughed jubilantly, jabbing a finger my way. "You hate texting! And for the past few days you've done nothing but constantly message him back and forth!"

She wasn't wrong. But still, that disclosed nothing.

"I enjoy finally being able to talk to someone of a similar intellect." I snarked back, going for nonchalant whilst shrugging with a smile.

Adi knew better, shaking her head at me. "You're a filthy fibber! You and I both know, you only want to get into his trousers. The papers will have a fucking field day!"

I snorted with a roll of my eyes. "We're mates, Ads. I can just have male friends without the underlying matter of me wanting to shag them senseless."

"Senseless you say?"

When I cut his eyes at her, Adi simply cackled, a hand coming to slap at her knee.

I huffed then tilted my head over towards an unusually quiet Finnley. "Let's get it over with then, hit me with it."

He smiled and it wasn't conniving nor mirthful. Simply a smile that made my entire being still. It was the same smile he'd given me when I'd told him about the car crash I'd been in as a kid and then when I'd broken down on his doorstep over the fact that I was about to become a mum. I had no fucking idea as to why he was giving it to me now.

"Why didn't you mention it sooner?"

I hadn't quite expected him to ask that.

I swallowed before shrugging mulishly, letting my focus stray towards the fraying hem of my favourite jumper, picking at its loose threads.

"There wasn't any need. I- we're just friends. He's this big off singer and I'm just me. I figured it would fizzle out sooner or later."

Finn pressed his lips together and moved forward so that he was now perched on the edge of his seat. "Babe, even if that was the case, we'd still want to know. I've never seen you smile- or laugh, for that matter- so much as I have during these last few days. And so fucking what, you're just you? You're incredible! This Healy lad is lucky to have your attention. Fuck him if he doesn’t realise it."

"Finn’s right- as always." Ads added, smiling over at me and making me feel all small. "I don't care if he's toured the world or had sodding dinner with the Queen! He's got nothing on you, babe. Just friends, or not."

"Ta." I chuckled softly, a puddle of warmth flooding my chest, not all that used to this touchy feely shit even after having been friends with these two for nearing half a decade. "What would I do without the pair of you, hey?"

"Fuck knows." Finn snorted, his serious expression having morphed into something a little more amiable now that the seriousness had alleviated slightly. "I can only imagine the havoc you'd wreak if left to your own devices."

"Piss off!"

And that was the moment Teddy chose to come stumbling back into the room. His eyes lit up and he didn't even hesitate to repeat the ill-timed phrase, causing both Finn and Adi to fall into a fit of hysterics whilst I rushed over to hush him. Noting that my expression must have been priceless.

Putting Teddy to bed was somewhat of an excessive task. The toddler had been struck with an endless stream of energy that had lasted right up until the very moment he finally crashed.

It was tough going but I eventually managed to slump down onto the settee at a quarter to nine and sighed at the relief of allowing my body to relax. I knew I'd have to get up in a minute to start on my own dinner- something which happened most nights when we’d spent the entire day running about- but I was so close to just calling it quits and putting myself to bed, empty stomach be damned.

I inhaled sharply at the loud sound my phone made then, informing me that I had a new notification, not even having realised that I’d let my eyes slip close for a second. My lids fluttered and I rubbed at my tired face to tug my phone out from where it was squished between the cushion and my backside so that I could unlock it.

I'd only turned it off its habitual silence feature when I'd parted ways with Adi at the park earlier, having wanted to know that she'd gotten home safely. But I must’ve forgotten to snap it back, seeing as Twitter had decided to disturb my impromptu snooze.

Really, I sighed to myself. I only ever received notifications from the people I followed nowadays, ever since the show's following had upped in numbers. It had just been too much of an inconvenience.

Adi @/AdelineWells_ 17s ago Laughable.

In a state of confusion, I frowned down at Adi's newest tweet. She was known for her amusingly snide comments on the app, but this felt a little different. Then I caught sight of the few more tweets that followed from a haze of varied users below.

Me&G @/user1 41s Lmao he looks so done

Notliving @/user2 37s They're back??!

Chocolate @/user3 29s AH I've been waiting for this!!

Robbingross @/user4 23s Wait, is Adi's tweet related?

Mayosucks @/user5 8s I'm TIRED of this shit someone tell me when it's over pls

Honestly, I debated on just messaging Adi then and there to ask what was happening, but instead happened to scroll down a little further, wondering what on earth everyone else was going on about.

The Sun @/Thesun 5m Matty Healy, 1975 frontman, spotted out in London with ex-girlfriend. The singer and model were pictured venturing into Piccadilly Circus together early this afternoon to stop for something to eat! We've missed seeing this favoured twosome! So can we now expect to see more of them?

Oh.

I read the tweet once, twice, before clicking on the affiliated link.

The webpage was excruciatingly slow to load but I soon found myself staring at Matty’s now familiar figure. There were three pictures stationed just below the oversized headline and it created a fragmented frame of Matty himself entering a high-profile restaurant with an unfamiliar woman on his arm.

I dragged my teeth over the curve of my bottom lip as I continued to read through the rest of the article. It didn't give up any more information than the tweet already had but still, I found myself analysing the pictures closely.

When I did catch myself though, I immediately turned the phone completely off and let it slip into my lap.

I felt dizzy and so squeezed my eyes tightly shut, dragging a hand across the expanse of my face before I let my head loll back.

I hadn't quite expected that. Nor to have reacted in the way I had. A strange feeling had since pooled just under my ribs, hollowing and encompassing me all at once. My mind was unable to focus on anything but the article, Matty’s stance, his face. The girl.

I worked my jaw, licking at my now swollen lip, and then let my hand rub at my tired eyes.

The sudden newfound attention had been nice, I’d liked it- that much had been fucking obvious. But who wouldn’t in my position? I was single. A single fucking mother. And Matty had practically fawned over me, simpered for my attention day and night via our texts, acted like a stray puppy who constantly yipped at my feet. And I had let myself get wrapped up in it all.

Because well, Matty had felt somewhat like a pipedream. I hadn't expected to grow... attached. Was I even attached?

Typically, I didn’t choose to linger too long on the people who weren't important. On people I knew could only ever be temporary. I had Teddy, Finn, Adi, and my mum. I was happy keeping everyone else at arm's length. People had to earn a way into my life. Into Teddy’s life.

And now? Now I’d gone and fucked all of that up. Forgotten it. Over a man with haunted eyes and a seemingly tragic backstory.

It was a major misstep.

There had been others before. Because of course there had been. Before London, before Uni, before Teddy. It had all been too much of a struggle though. A confusing time. But then my baby had come along, and apart from the odd stranger in a backroom or a random flat, I hadn't wanted to introduce anyone new into my son's life. Not that that was what this was. I would never expose Teddy to the life Matty so obviously led.

Fuck, it wasn't anything even like that! I'd just taken a fancy. Gotten too caught up in the swarm of attention I'd been so obviously starved from. Matty was a friend, a mate, someone who would probably end up leaving once things got too busy or too much. He was just temporary.

I forced myself to shake my head, desperate to clear my many thoughts and their many webs of misconceptions. Then I picked myself back up and dragged my feet into the kitchen.

Almost on autopilot, I pushed the window sat over the sink onto the latch and popped the leftovers I'd stowed away yesterday into the microwave to be reheated, then leant against the counter whilst it hummed.

Deep down, I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't really help the way my fingers trailed their way over towards the stash of cigarettes I kept hidden behind the bread bin. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. Not that it helped much on nights like these. It seemed as though the stress of the day had affected me more than I'd first thought.

So with the melodic buzz of the microwave to break up the quiet that always settled once Teddy had fallen fast asleep, I lit a much needed fag and took a long drag. Watching as the smoke I exhaled pillowed out of the small gap in the window and into the night, grey melting into a murky black. Desperate not to think about the swell in my chest- it was just down to the smoke. That was all.

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venus | oscar piastri (preview)

author's note: enjoy this little preview of my beloved best friends to lovers story, which i am currently uploading on wattpad! i would appreciate it so much if you would give my work a chance and i am 100% sure you'll love kaia as much as i do! feel free to share and also come over to my wattpad to enjoy the full thing. much love xx

6| flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

I sank further down into the comfy pillows of the sofa, feeling the sleepiness slowly get the better of me even though it wasn’t that late. I was fighting against the urge to close my eyes, trying to keep my head upright. Desperately trying to not let it drop against Oscar’s shoulder, even though it looked so inviting. Instead, I tried to listen and focus on the ongoing conversation between him and his parents – a conversation I had long disengaged from. I let my eyes inspect my surroundings, his mum had a great sense for decorations and home design, until they stopped and lingered at a photo wall. A wall full of memories, Oscar and his sisters when they were still little, Oscar and his first win in a karting series. A photo of Oscar when he won the Formula Renault Eurocup. It was grouped with photos of his Formula 3 and Formula 2 title celebrations. The latter one was one I knew and remembered all too well. My eyes went wide, when I spotted myself on one of those F2 celebration photos. It showed Oscar and me hugging, with the Australian flag draped over my shoulders. A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered that moment, flushed cheeks hurting from smiling too much, hot tears streaming down and burning in my eyes. I felt Oscar’s gaze lingering on me, he must have noticed me staring at the photo for too long. A photo that served as my phone lockscreen for quite some time as well.

When I turned my head away from the wall, his eyes were still on me, a smile on his lips as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

A yawn escaped my lips, when I shifted in my seat, bringing one of my legs up to rest in a more comfortable position. I watched Oscar with a faint smile on my lips, as he got lost in the conversation with his parents again, explaining something racing related. He was gesticulating wildly with his hands, emphasising how different parts affected his last races. He was oscribing. I listened contently, but soon got distracted by something warm at my feet. Rosie, one of the Piastri family dogs and Nicole’s emotional support for race weekends, was looking up at me with big eyes, tail joyfully thumping down on the floor. I reached down, picking her up and placing her on my lap. As Rosie settled into my lap and made herself comfortable, I absentmindedly started scratching behind her ears, earning appreciative little sighs from her. I continued to listen to the ongoing conversation, his gestures and explanations captivating me, feeling the pride wash over me.

My eyelids grew a lot heavier, and not even the animated conversation could keep me fully engaged. In my lap, even Rosie seemed to have lost her fight to stay awake, her little sighs had become a lot more irregular, her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She had fallen asleep, securely nestled on my lap. As I continued to softly rake my fingers through her white fur, I gave in and finally allowed my head to tilt to the side, letting it rest on Oscar’s shoulder. He immediately adjusted his position, making it more comfortable for me, as he slung his arm around my body. I automatically snuggled up further into his side, closing my eyes for a moment, as I listened to his heartbeat. His left hand rested on my shoulder, fingers tracing random, soothing patterns over my shirt, before they tangled up in my hair. I let out a content sigh, it was barely audible, as I got lost in the sweet sensations of his fingers playing with my hair. His steady heartbeat provided a comforting backdrop to my drifting thoughts, the conversations long forgotten. I forced myself to open my eyes again, I didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. I glanced up at him, his side profile was illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the standing lamps next to the sofa. I couldn’t help but smile at the subtle expressions and the way his eyes lit up when he got to share his racing experiences.

I didn’t catch when the conversation changed topic, but I found myself listening to Oscar as he talked about our adventurous Melbourne experience and our trip to the kart track.

»What do you think Kaia?«, Nicole asked and brought me fully back to reality.

»Hm, what?«, I asked back, even though I knew what she was talking about. I simply needed a moment to compose myself, trying to change position, but Oscar’s arm around my shoulders made it impossible. I sighed, accepting my fate and Oscar’s warm presence, even though his parents, especially Nicole, were very much watching.

»How do you like Australia so far?«, she clarified her question from before, a loving smile on her lips as she looked over at me, in Oscar’s arms and Rosie on my lap.

»Well, I haven’t spotted any deadly spiders…yet! So I guess that’s positive….«, I grinned, internally hoping to not come across one during my stay.

»Don't jinx it now, Kaia. You’re gonna wake up to a Red Back on your pillow.«, Oscar joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

»I hope not. If I do, I’m going to board the next flight back to safety.«, I grumbled, definitely not too keen on an encounter that involved big, thick-legged, hairy spiders that were most likely very venomous. »But on a serious note, Australia has been truly amazing so far, even though your English can be weird at times.«, I chuckled. »But no, I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.«

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Can I request 42 miles having been with reader for a long while now, and like she already knows about miles being the prowler. So he kinda just comes in through her window and finds out she can sing, because she's singing when he comes but she doesn't notice him right away? And you can fill in the rest how you'd like.

If you can do this, thank you! No pressure though

♪ • My Beyoncé

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i still cannot believe that like, we're at 100. i love y'all Currently trying to create more gender-neutral writing or even mlm cause I'm tryna b inclusive so yea

Warnings — None, I think Genre — Fluff

"HUAHHHH" flopping down onto the bed I dragged a pillow beneath my face, muffling the minute long scream. Lordd, Isn't summer school supposed to be just shits and giggles? Why the hell did I get guilt-tripped into this―this is whack. Sluggishly, I sat up, removing my shoes and heading to the bathroom, raising and dragging my feet into the floor one by one getting there.

I shook my body looking into the mirror, closing and re-opening my eyes every two seconds to rid the tiredness. Ceasing, I took a deep breath...and then another one, smiling sheepishly before letting out laughter I didn't know I had in me. Am I really losing it cause of the heat? To keep myself somewhat awake I took on the task of washing my hair. yes. an everything shower.

Searching for something lightweight to wear, I found a ruffled short-sleeved top and random shorts from a sleeping set ―the other half I lost. Feeling more refreshed, it had me unsettled how the atmosphere felt more dull than calmer.

" A little music never hurt anybody right?" I sat on the bed, towels wrapped around my torso and hair, searching for the perfect queue of songs to play. I settled with the “For Whatever playlist” on standby for situations like these. Connecting to the speakers set beside the vanity table, I placed my phone face down to get myself dressed.

Before I knew it, clapping to the beats softly and doing whichever dance came to mind turned into navigating throughout my room with my waist, gradually singing louder than the music.

I sang from SWV

“Boy I'll do you all night long. Do you any way you want, I will do you all night long. I wanna please you, Don't wanna tease youu”

To Nicki

“I'd do anything that you say, anything. 'Cause you the boss, you the boss. You, you, you the boss, ayy”

I felt lighter in contrast to earlier, my eyes shut as my whole being absorbed the music. I barely sorted my hair out but ironic enough, I was about 35 songs deep into the playlist, jumping from the classics to Modern R&B, Rap, you name it —without skips too—

Then came on one of my favourites by Kehlani, ―You know wassup― and believe me when I say I sang that shit like I was going through itt. Almost embodying the lyrics, my face expressed every emotion brought on by the lyrics, my hands pointing from myself to the invisible person infront me.

“Why do I gotta beg to be chosen over your vices, over your liquor? Why I gotta ask for flowers? I deserve roses, I deserve bigger I know you're tryna change, but is it all worth the wait? It hurts to stay just as much as it hurts to walk away”

"Why you in here acting like I don't be treating you right ?" Ending off with a breathy chuckle, I turned around to see Miles getting comfortable on my windowsill. It was obvious how he came in, but why that way.

"You do know that I have a working door right?" He shrugged, a cheeky smirk taunting his lips. Piecing together two and two I pressed my lips into a hard line, bringing out my bottom lip with my index finger before pointing it at him. "How long have you been there?" Wrapping an arm around my torso, I placed the other hand on my cheek, anticipating his answer.

"Long enough to know my baby could give Beyoncé a run for her money. Esa voz podría hacerte ganar el apodo de ángel, mi amado" That voice could get you the name angel, my love. The space between us grew shorter as he stood infront my frame, placing his hands down on my hips. "oh puh-lease, you're just saying that" Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, trying to surpress the bending in the corners of my mouth.

"Okay, let me word it better for you. You're MYY Beyoncé"

"Oh really now"

"Yes and I mean it" Punctuating his sentence with a kiss, he continued "Got it?" I hummed a "Hm" hooking my arms behind his head. "Good"

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Trust - John Wick

My Masterlist.

Hurt/comfort, angst, uhh lovers to enemies to lovers kind of?? , x gender neutral reader, x assassin reader

Word count: 3.8k (I got REALLY carried away lmao sorry)

Warnings: Injury, injured reader, blood, canon violence. Not proofread.

Summary: Prompted by the classic "I didn't know where else to go" trope.

I stumbled down the sidewalk like a zombie, leaning heavily on the buildings as I passed by. I clutched my arm to my bleeding side, favoring my ankle that I was pretty sure had been broken. My matted hair clung to the edges of my face, both my hair and my clothes drenched by the steady fall of rain. I shivered uncontrollably, frozen to the bone; a combination of blood loss and the cold rain that soaked into every inch of my skin. I stopped suddenly, breathing heavily. Pain washed over me and I grunted, hunching over and pressing my palm into the steadily bleeding wound.

I straightened up as much as I could before quickly ducking into an alley, allowing myself to sink down to the cold pavement with another shiver. My teeth chattered slightly and I clenched my jaw.

I recognized the area as near the infamous assassin's retirement home, John Wick. My former 'co-worker' if you will. Before our agency had all but sold me off to another they were in debt to. Transfer, was the word they used. I had, against my will, gotten passed around between agencies, somehow ended up at an enemy agency. Every time I tried to get out of it though, I was reminded of my numerous outside debts. The agencies I worked for were the only thing keeping them off of my back.

By then, John and I had both made multiple attempts at killing each other for our conflicting agencies. He seemed to ruthlessly carry out their orders, uncaring that I was his former ally. I was nothing but an enemy, now; and soon, he became the same to me.

After he nearly killed me once, it seemed to dawn on him just what he was doing. He had dropped the fight and spared me, but I didn't know just how long this 'truce' would last. I had been careful to avoid him after that, knowing that crossing his path purposely would only be tempting fate even more.

As I considered the idea of showing up at his doorstep foggily, my hand dropped from the bullet wound in my abdomen, alerting me to the fact I was starting to lose consciousness. I took a deep breath, attempting to bring myself back. I knew going to him would most likely be a death sentence, especially in my current state. He'd finish me off, I knew that much. There was no way in hell the heartless boogeyman would tend to the wounds of someone who had tried to kill him. Former ally or not.

But I was across the city from my apartment, and I also knew if I didn't get help soon I wouldn't make it to see morning. I weakly raised my hand back up to my stomach, barely able to put any pressure on the injury. I leaned my head back against the cold brick, my head swimming, and suddenly felt warm. I closed my eyes, sighing.

The hospital wasn't an option, not for people like me. They would ask too many questions. My apartment was more than a walk away, even uninjured, let alone the condition I was in now. A taxi was out of the question too. Weighing my options, it seemed I had no other choice. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was going to die anyway. If my memory served me right, his house was only a couple of blocks away.

If it didn't? I'd end up dying in some alleyway.

I staggered to my feet, gasping in pain and running straight into the wall, bracing myself against it. I doubled over, clutching my middle and panting as dots swam across my vision. I blinked over and over again, trying to clear them.

I walked unsteadily down the deserted street, keeping close to the building for support. My footsteps echoed in the silence, the busy sounds of the city now fading into the distance.

A few more twists and turns and the noisiness of cars and the wailing of sirens grew louder. I came out onto the sidewalk of a busy street, glancing around. I recognized a street sign. I stumbled to the curb, steadying myself on the light pole and not even bothering to look before I crossed the street.

A car roared up on me, the bright headlights making my head pound. The tires of the Toyota squealed as it came to a sudden stop. I heard cursing before the driver blared their horn. I hastily staggered to the other side of the street, unable to see. White hot pain filled my pounding head.

I stumbled on the curb, sticking my arms out in a last desperate (and stupid) attempt to break my fall. I couldn't muffle my cry of agony as my body came into contact with the unforgiving pavement. I rolled onto my side, clutching my side and balling up defensively. I whimpered pathetically when I felt the wound tear even more at the sudden movement.

Not allowing myself a moment of rest, I feebly pushed myself onto all fours before lurching to my feet. I leaned wearily against the building, gaining a fraction of my sight back. The dots had turned into entire dark spots and the edge of my vision had a sort of vignette to it.

Even through my blurry vision, I recognized his porch immediately. I stumbled unsteadily up the stairs, my head suddenly swimming with second thoughts. I immediately realized what a horrible, stupid idea this was. He would kill me on sight, no doubt about it.

I had been standing in front of the door, finger resting on the doorbell. I pulled away, swaying on my feet, and took a step away from the door. My legs buckled underneath me, unable to support me any longer. I barely had the energy to utter a quiet noise of pain. I squeezed my eyes shut.

The sound of a dog barking brought me back to reality seconds later, along with a man's voice. Both were faint but I was unsure if it was because I was on the verge of unconsciousness, or because they actually were further back in the house. I felt a pang of fear, struggling to my forearms. I fell back down to the porch, all my strength leaving me. I feebly curled into a loose ball in a last desperate attempt to protect myself. I fought to keep my eyes open.

The barking quieted before I heard heavy footsteps from inside the house. The door opened and I flinched, curling my arms around my abdomen.

I heard John's voice and I managed to turn my head slightly. "Are you being followed?" He repeated sharply, his eyes withdrawn and calculating.

"I don't know." I whimpered out pathetically. I coughed, the mere action of speaking irritating my lungs. I wheezed, curling into myself and tucking my chin to my chest.His body language was that of an assassin as his sharp eyes carefully took in his surroundings.

I heard his bare feet hit the floor as he took another step closer to me. A strangled, fearful noise escaped my throat, and one of my arms hastily unwound from my waist to shield my head, as if that would protect me. When nothing happened, I looked up carefully, my head pounding. He walked right past me, down off of the porch. I almost felt..afraid; but not of him. Afraid that he would just leave me here to die. That was somehow a worse scenario to me than if he just finished me off himself. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my eyes fluttering open and shut, watching the silhouettes of small insects flutter around the porchlight. His concerned face came into a blurry focus the next time I opened my eyes. He crouched beside me. I suddenly noticed him tucking something into his waistband, what I could only presume was a gun. I weakly pushed myself back with my arms, panic seizing my chest. I panted, my eyes wide in fear.

"I'm going to help you. Don't worry." His voice was softer now; it had lost its harsh edge from before. That still wasn't enough to reassure me though, and as he reached for me, I flinched back.

"I'm sorry I- I didn't know where else to go." I choked out painfully. I struggled onto my forearms, adrenaline flooding into my veins and giving me the little bit of strength I needed to brace myself up. I somehow managed to push myself into a sitting position. He hovered over me, reaching out as if to help me but not quite touching me. I leaned against the wall, slumping against it in exhaustion. I instinctively crossed my arms over my torso, weakly pressing a hand to my wound. All the energy seemed to drain from my body at once, and my eyes tried to shut against my will. I shivered. My body began to tilt to the side. I made no attempt to brace myself against the concrete, instead embracing it and slowly lying down, curling into a wheezing, miserable ball.

I watched wearily as John hesitantly reached for me again. I flinched slightly when his large hand rested carefully on my waist. I tightened my grip around my wounded stomach, using the last bit of energy I had. His eyes were trained on my face, gauging my reaction. My vision blurred and darkened dangerously around the edges.

"It's okay. You're okay." He promised when I shrank further into myself.

"What happened?" He questioned. I felt his hands begin prying my arms from my middle. I whimpered in protest but I was too weak to fight him. A faint wave of panic washed over me. I choked out a cry of pain when I felt an agonizing pressure on my stomach. I clawed feebly at his hands, blood bubbling in my throat. I coughed.

"Stop." I begged, my legs kicking uselessly. This was it. "Please." I gasped out.

"Sorry, sorry. " He apologized breathlessly. A hand reached up to stroke my cheek for a brief moment before returning to my stomach. I choked out a sob. I stilled reluctantly, my breaths shallow and painful. I knew there was no getting out of this now; I was at his mercy.

"Who did this to you?" He asked harshly, his voice faint. I tried to mumble out an answer but my lips wouldn't part and my tongue swelled in my mouth. My shallow breaths slowed, my eyes fluttering shut. I let myself drift off.

I groaned, rolling onto my side and clutching an arm to my torso. The blankets entangled me, causing me to panic as everything came back to me. I bolted up, immediately regretting it and falling onto my back with a choked whimper.

I heard the door open. I weakly shuffled over to the far side of bed, my face screwed up in pain and my breath hitching in my throat. John rounded to the other side, already seeing what I was trying to do. My pulse quickened, panic clawing up my throat as he neared. I pushed myself back with a weak cough.

His hand rested firmly on my shoulder as I braced myself on my elbows, my body shaking pathetically with each cough.

"Get away from me." I choked out, still attempting to shuffle away from him. I turned onto my side, grasping my stomach in pain with one arm. I fell back on the pillows weakly, winded. I noticed he had sat in a chair by the bedside, reaching for a glass on the nightstand.

I watched him wearily as he offered me the glass of water, my throat raspy and begging for relief.

He sighed. "If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would have already. Drink. It's just water, I promise."

I couldn't argue with that, though I wanted to. I took the glass from him, sipping at first, hesitant of any weird tastes, before gulping it down. He hastily pried the glass from my hands.

"You're going to make yourself sick." He explained.

"I'm thirsty." I protested weakly.

"I know. Slowly." He said carefully, handing the glass back to me. I took slow sips this time, even though all I wanted to do was chug it all down. My entire body ached and throbbed as I handed him the glass back, falling onto my side in exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face into the pillow. I let out a shallow sigh.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, his eyes glancing over my form.

“It hurts.” I mumbled into the pillow.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. I raised my head suddenly, propping my upper half on my elbow.

“It’s not your fault.” I said. “I should be the one apologizing-”

“No.” He cut me off. “No, I mean..I scared you. You were scared of me. You shouldn’t have been, you came to me for help.”

“We weren’t exactly on best of terms the last time we saw each other.” I reminded him, unsure how else to reply. The man I had worked with years ago - the assassin - hadn’t been this apologetic or caring. He had his moments, but nothing like this. It surprised me.

“I know. I regret that.” He sighed, scrubbing his face and leaning forward. He hung his head, his long hair covering his face. He was quiet, but I could hear the gears turning in his head as he thought of what to say. He never had been a man of many words, but I had known him better than anyone.

“I regret allowing you to continue this..this way of life.” He admitted quietly, raising his head to meet my eyes again and slightly gesturing over to me. I could see guilt in his eyes, and pain. Too much pain. So much that it hurt me, too.

“John, it’s not your fault. It’s not like you could have really stopped me anyway.” I gave him a half smile. We both knew how stubborn I could be. I reached over to place my hand over his in a comforting gesture. I let my instincts guide me, unsure how else to act. I had never had to comfort anyone in my life, let alone the formerly stoic and withdrawn assassin.

He flipped his hand over, capturing my cold fingers in his warm palm. I sighed. "You have no idea. I hated leaving you behind.I hated myself for getting out of that life and not taking you with me. You don't deserve it." He said, sucking in a shaky breath. He averted his eyes from mine, staring at our intertwined hands.

"I was too caught up in that world, you know that. I still am. The normal world just isn't for me." I said quietly.

"So was I. I got out of it, so can you. Let me help you." He pleaded. The vulnerable, caring man in front of me was nothing like the one I had worked with years ago.

"I can't. I can't involve you in any of this, you know that as well as I do, John. You're going to get dragged back in." I shook my head. I suddenly winced, inhaling sharply. I laid back down on the mattress, my energy drained. He hovered over me in concern.

"I'm fine." I tried to reassure him. I broke off with a cough, a sharp pang irritating my lungs. I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I erupted into a coughing fit. Tears of pain welled up in my eyes. I shifted onto my side, then onto my forearms, resting my forehead on the pillow as my body shook with each cough. I felt his hand rubbing gentle circles on my back. He said soothing words that I couldn't make out.

As the coughing fit subsided, I relaxed limply into the mattress. I felt him slide his arm across my chest, gently pulling me up against him. I leaned into him, sighing. His body radiated heat compared to my own.

"Thank you." I slumped against him completely, exhausted. I closed my eyes, a feeling of safety washing over me, with his arms wrapped protectively around my injured body.

"I missed you." He said softly, resting his chin on the top of my head. I felt him dip his head down, pressing his lips to my hair.

"I missed you too." I murmured, beginning to nod off. He must have sensed my exhaustion. Still holding me to his chest, he shifted, lying sideways and carefully pulling me down with him. The movement startled me at first, but I quickly settled down, pressing myself closer to him. He laid still as I drifted off my hand falling away from his. Right before I fell asleep, I felt him untangle himself from me, pulling away. I whined in protest.

"Stay here." I mumbled.

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly. He may have been a killer before, but he had always been a gentleman, and apparently he had never stopped.

"Please." I turned onto my back, my arm draping across my stomach. Wordlessly, he settled back down beside me, carefully resting his arm over my own and entwining his fingers with mine. I hummed contentedly, falling asleep.

"It's too soon for you to be up and walking around!" John ordered as I limped into the kitchen.

"John, I'm fine. I'm feeling better, I'm healing! It wasn't that bad." I argued, sitting at the island with a wince.

"You showed up on my doorstep nearly dead less than three days ago, scared shitless. Don't tell me it wasn't that bad." He said lowly, turning away from the coffee maker. His face was hard as he sat across the island from me.

"I can't keep taking up your bed forever."

"You're not." I couldn't argue with that. He had slept by my side the past few nights, and they had been the best nights I sleep I had had in years. No night terrors. It helped my healing immensely.

I sighed in frustration. "I have a life to get back to."

"That's not a life." He frowned.

"I know. I don't have a choice." I said softly, looking down at the table.

"You do. Stay with me." He was serious.

"I already told you; I'm not dragging you into this. This is my problem. You're retired, old man." I added jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. In reality, there wasn't a big age difference between us. Life just had different plans. He was smarter with his, while I had gotten too caught up in the underground world; and now, it had caught up to me, and I was going to be forced to pay the price.

"Who's after you?" He asked suddenly, ignoring my attempt to clear the tense atmosphere.

"I can't tell you that." I argued.

"Yes you can."

"...My company." I sighed in defeat.

"Why?" He pried.

"I owe a lot of people, you know that." He nodded, his frown deepening. "Well..that's why I had no choice but to be passed around. That's why I had to leave. Believe me when I say I wouldn't have left you if I had a choice. You were the one person in that world I felt I could trust." I admitted quietly before continuing.

"These people I always worked for, they were the only thing keeping these other people I owed off my ass. If it weren't for their protection, they would have collected their debt a long time ago." I didn't elaborate; I didn't have to. He knew exactly what I meant. "I fucked up on an assignment. Bad. I cost them big time. That's why they want me. My own company is on my ass now." I laughed humorlessly.

"Do you still work for…." He trailed off, not daring to say the name aloud.

"Yeah."

"They're ruthless."

"I know."

"They're ruthless." He repeated. "They're not going to stop looking for you until you're dead."

"I know." I repeated in irritation.

"You can't go back out there." He said softly.

"I told you, I don't have a choice. If I don't, they're going to come looking for me. They're going to come here. I don't want that."

"That's not your decision to make."

"What, do you want them to come here? Do you want to get involved in this?" I spat at him, standing abruptly. I doubled over, gripping the countertop with paper white knuckles. I hissed in pain, curling an arm around my stomach. He was quick to round the island, coming over to me. I ducked away from him.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. Sit." He ordered. I backed away from him, stubbornly refusing to follow his orders. I was still swaying on my feet, having just evaded death mere days ago. My body ached, begging for rest.

"Listen." He sighed, softening his tone. "I don't want you going out there. It's not safe. You know what they're going to do."

"I know exactly what they want to do, and I'm not letting it happen. I've evaded all those assholes I owe for the better part of my life. I'm still here."

"You've had people helping you. Covering for you." He pointed out.

"Not always." I argued, slowly straightening up. "And I never trusted them."

"Is that really how you want to live the rest of your life?" He asked. I didn't miss the slow, deliberate steps he took towards me, but I didn't back away.

"It's a little too late for second chances, John." I laughed dryly. "I'm knee deep in all this bullshit. More than that, actually."

"It's never too late." He told me quietly, placing his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, meeting his sincere gaze.

"You said I was the one person you could trust?" I nodded wordlessly. "Then trust me. Let me help you. Please."

"Okay." I agreed softly.

I trusted him. I had never stopped.

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CHAPTER 12 - BREACH THE SURFACE

childe x reader, wc: 3.5k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: nsfw, violence, murder,

Somehow, he survived. You dragged him into the apartment not caring who saw you - it seemed everyone was too busy recovering from the attack to notice anyways. Childe was still coughing and retching. He doubles over and throws up into the sink, black flakes with an odd purple sheen mixed in. You scrunch your nose and flick your hand to wash it down the sink.

The Abyss, the very thing that had plagued Mondstadt, now it was coming back to haunt you in a new form. Memories of Mondstadt seemed to follow you like a shadow. Another thing to add to the list of why you should hate Childe.

“Feel a bit better?” He swallowed and nodded, still panting

“Yeah, I think I got most of it out. I’m just cold and soaked now”

You had never seen him look weak, you could almost understand why he wouldn’t want his underlings to see him like this. What a contrast it would be to see their fearless leader look like death had given him a slap on the back.

You couldn't see any visible cuts on him at least but he still smelt like the rot of the abyss, still had the singe of electro on him. It was strange, he had been slashed clean across the chest again but in that wretched form he sustained no permanent injury.

He was freezing to the touch. Eventually you managed to drag him to the bathroom, slowly you peeled his damp clothes off along with yours. Neither of you cared about the nudity at this point just wanting to move away from the edge of being frozen.

You used your vision to fill up the bath with warm water. Steam curling off it in delicate tendrils instantly making the air feel a little less frigid. He sighed deeply as he relaxed into the water. You followed him in, curling up at the other end, letting the warmth seep into your rain-soaked bones.

You let out a small sigh before turning your attention to him. Deep bags underneath his eyes were still there but his skin seemed a little more pink now. You had never seen him look so out of sorts, despite the lack of fresh wounds on his body he radiated malaise.

“How are you feeling?” You tucked your legs up to your chest, squinting as your shoulder twinged in pain.

He massages his neck, tilting it from side to side. “Not great, I overused my Foul Legacy. The abyssal energy took too much from me this time. At least I'm not coughing it up anymore”

“How long does it take to recover” You asked, trying to gauge what you needed to do

He shrugged “Generally the longer and harder I use it the worse the recovery is”

“How many times have you used it then?”

“Only sparingly, I don't exactly want the world to know about it. Takes away the surprise” A small smile tugs at the edge of his lips as he says that

“Ever the tactician. So, what now?”

“We keep on going. I don't have long, maybe a few hours but I need to get back to Northland. Having a Harbinger missing wouldn't be a great look”

He looked exhausted, but underneath that there was a troubled look. He stared up at the ceiling, brows knotted together

“There's something else on your mind”

“I didn't get the gnosis, I did all of this and still failed. I failed the Tsaritsa” The water around you started to feel like a current, flowing just under the surface and Childe’s anger grew.

“I nearly drowned a whole city, nearly lost your trust and for what? A fight that I lost anyway. It wasn’t worth doing all of that. All this harm for no good, nothing to show for it. My chance to prove myself to Cap- The other Harbingers, gone ”

“There has to be another way right? You can still salvage this and prove yourself? This can't be the end.” You said, trying to coax him away from spiralling

Childe sunk into the water and flung his arm across his face “You’re right, A Harbinger doesn't get knocked down that easily”

“There he is” You softly say, at least he's getting his bite back.

Turning your attention to your shoulder you could see a purple bruise blooming, acutely aware of Childe’s gaze you drew up some water using your hand and formed it around your shoulder. You let out a little huff and bit your lip, letting the pain flow into the water. After a few minutes the bruising eased.

“Your getting good at this” He comments, leaning in to inspect your injured shoulder

“Thanks, I learned it from Baizhu. I still can't fully heal something but I can ease it a little, take the edge off”

“How did you manage that impressive bruise?”

You flushed and looked away in embarrassment “I crashed into the Golden House when I saw Osial, I got spooked when I saw it and lost control”

“How on Teyvat did you managed to crash into the Golden House?” He sat back with an surprised look on his face

“You know that night by the campfire when you first taught me to fight?” He nodded “You mentioned some vision users being able to turn into pure elemental form. I saw you do it at the Golden House to escape, I followed you. I lost track of you because of the rain and the battle though”

“I didn’t know you could do that, especially without training”

“I don't think I could do it again if I’m being honest, at least not on command. I was so blinded by rage and fear that I just… let it take over me. That and the storm helped me draw some power”

“Rage? Fear?” He tilted his head “There are better ways to channel elemental energy” He said jokingly

“I-I don't know” you hug your head “Everything just happened so quickly, there's a lot you didn't tell me you know. The delusion, the gnosis. Then there's the second god I’ve seen abandon their nation”

“You finally have reason for your doubts huh?” He prompted you on

“I suppose. When you summoned Osial to draw out Rex Lapis, Some part of me hoped that he would show up, but he didn’t. He all but abandoned his people. Its sad that I had to see you nearly drown a whole city to see that”

A flash of guilt came across his face “I only did it to draw out Rex Lapis, I also thought he would show up. I only went that far for the Tsaritsa. Guess we both learnt the same lesson”

“I still don’t know if I can follow any god… but maybe” You paused and took a breath “Maybe the Tsaritsa might be a good choice. What exactly does she plan to do?”

Childe reaches out and grabs both your hands “I want a new contract, Rex Lapis isn’t dead yet.” You slip your hand away from his, falling back into the water, shaking your head.

“Why tell me these things in the first place if I have to swear to keep them a secret? Wouldn’t you be breaking rules”

“I-I don't know, I just want to keep you around for a little longer. Maybe if you join the Fatui you can do that”

Of course the contract, it had been fulfilled, you were now free of your obligation to him

“Childe, The whole reason I made a deal with you in the first place was to gain my own freedom. How can I be free if I'm chained to another Archon?”

“Because she will bring freedom to all of us, this I can swear. If you follow the Tsaritsa to the end of her plan you will never have to swear loyalty or serve another god again. Plus isn’t it freedom to choose what you want to do with your life? You can choose to join us”

“...You make a fair point.” You reach out and grab his hands again, hoping your blind trust might lead you somewhere. Despite all he had done, the sins he had committed you wanted to stay by him for a little longer as well

He squeezes your hands “Swear you’ll never tell a soul that I told you any of this. You’ll never tell anyone about the Tsaritsa's plans”

“I swear” Another twinge up your forearm, a small golden glow around your hands and forearms that sunk into your skin.

Childe bites his lip “I can’t tell you absolutely everything but seeing as you know about gnoeses…”

“That's the thing that every Archon has, right? You told me that was what you were after when we first got to Liyue” You move a little closer towards him and lean in ever so slightly, interested to hear what he has to say

He nods “She wants to collect the power of the seven gnoses of Teyvat and use their collective power to bring down the heavens and create a new world order, one where man could rule freely without the eyes of Celestia gazing down upon them at every turn”

He paused and pulled you closer “Dragonspine wasn’t always eternally cold you know, they hit the top of the mountain with a nail that wiped out Sal Vindagnyr, the civilization that thrived on Dragonspine before. They had their favour until they didn't, one little thing and an entire city is wiped out on a whim”

Your eyes widened and he continued “The Cataclysm that happened five-hundred years ago, That was Celestia wiping out every remnant of a nation without gods. They will cause untold destruction to maintain their iron rule of Teyvat”

You swallowed trying to take everything he just said in and process it.

“So what you're saying is that Celestia wiped out these civilisations and in turn the Tsaritsa wants a world without gods and to do that she wants to wage a war against the heavens? What about the Tsaritsa isn’t she a god herself?”

“I don't know, her true plans are for herself and only herself to know”

“And the delusion, is that a mockery of Celestia? An attempt to imitate a god's blessing?”

“Something like that, I’m not too involved with that side of things, its more Dottore’s realm”

You looked down and swallowed, now considerably closer to Childe than you were at the start of the bath. He reached out and cupped your face, you lifted your gaze to make eye-contact with him. His eyes still had no shine, but his smile showed something genuine.

“Y/N, stay, even if it's just for a little while longer.” he said softly “I can’t figure out what I feel for you let alone put it into words, I swore to love nobody else but the Tsaritsa, but you’re making me begin to question it”

This man who had stood for everything you opposed. On that fateful night where you had first met at the bottom of Starfell Lake. His role was to harm and yours to heal, he was a creature, at least in part, of the abyss. Everything dictated that you should hate him. Yet, deep down, you knew you were falling ever so slowly for him, even if you never wanted to admit it but maybe, just maybe you could bury it down and remain with him for a bit longer.

You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes “OK, I’ll stick around”

He sighed “Thank you”

He angled your head slightly, eyes half lidded. You made the first move and gently kissed him. It was unlike the other time you had kissed him, that had been an outburst of desperation and pure willingness to avoid talking about the problem. But this, this was soft and sweet with no intention of it being anything else. A kiss for kisses sake.

Breath intermingled with one another's, you opened your mouth a scant inch and he took every advantage of that. He curled his hand around the back of your head and your hands found his shoulders.

Eventually, you broke apart. “C’mon the waters getting cold and you have to be at Northland”

“Yeah, your right” He chucked against your lips

✧

You sprinted up the giant flight of stairs to Bubu pharmacy. Debris was strewn across Liyue Harbour. It had only been hours after the storm had ended but people had begun to crowd the streets. A few shopkeepers cleaning up outside their stores.

You came to a stop, slightly panting, at the top of the stairs. Looking around Baizhu and Qiqi were mulling around inside. Qiqi was mopping the front and Baizhu was taking stock of herbs. He turns around to see you

“Y/N, I’m glad to see you safe after that whole ordeal”

“As am I, I came as quickly as I could. Of course this would happen on my day off” You half joke

“No need to worry, we're ok. Aside from some water damage to some herbs everything's alright. It is your day off Y/N, you don’t need to stick around” Baizhu said, turning back to continue taking inventory of the soaked herbs and medicines

“I just wanted to check in. That and I assume some people would have been injured in the storm, I came by to help”

Baizhu frowns for a second and nods “I guess you're right, there are a few people upstairs. Most of them are minor injuries, thankfully. I believe a troupe of local emergency healers have been dispatched by the Qixing for the more severe cases we couldn't effectively treat here. I'll keep you updated if anyone else comes in”

You nod, “Thank you, I'll start right away”

✧

Childe dried off and made his way to the bank, he still felt awful but at least he didn't like he was on the brink of death anymore. People stared at him as he strolled the streets to the bank, He didn’t take much notice of it but the closer he got to Northland the more he could feel their eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. Nodding at Vlad he stepped into the opulent interior, only to see Signoria and Zhongli conversing.

“Signoria, what are you doing here?” He said in a tense tone, even just being near that woman made him want to rip her to pieces.

“Finishing what you started Childe” She snarked, looking up up and down with disdain and crossing her arms

“You call this "cooperation between Harbingers"? Cooperation involves communication, you know” He snarled, He wouldn’t let her take another victory from him again.

Signoria laughed, smirking at him “Don't take it to heart, Childe. Besides, weren't you happy that you got to skip the formalities and bring chaos to the land? I'm sure you must've enjoyed that” She said in a soft, drawling voice. She paused as the doors opened again to reveal the Traveller and Paimon

“Oh, it seems that some of your friends have arrived.” She snapped her head toward him and then back at the new arrivals “It's you two. I believe we've met once before... In the City of Bards, was it? I imagine that it must have been rather hard to forget watching helplessly as something precious was snatched away from your friend.”

Aether looked at Signoria the same way Tartaglia did, with nothing but pure molten hatred. Paimon flitted to Aether's side and mumbled something, Aether seemed to visibly calm down, coaching his expression into one of mild annoyance.

“Well, if it isn't Aether. This is our first time seeing each other since Liyue was nearly wiped off the map. This is certainly a bit... awkward, wouldn't you say?” He said, desperately trying to lighten the mood after the battle that had happened a mere few hours ago

“Hmph, Paimon knew that we should never have trusted a Fatui Harbinger.” She crossed her arms and floated a little lower, glowering at him. Childe was glad that all of the people that could say that it was Paimon.

“Aw, now don't say that. Sure, I may have misled you, but I never had anything against you personally. Besides, I thought we were getting along quite well together, didn't you? Except for that little tussle we had at the end.”

“You deceived us! Used us!” The Traveller snapped

“The real deceivers here are Signoria and Zhongli.” He retorted

“Stop wasting time, Childe. There'll be plenty of time to chat once I'm through here.”

She turned to Morax and held her hand out “You remember the agreement, Morax. Now, if you would be so kind... The Gnosis please.” The voice dropping into something more sinister

Agreement? That bitch! Signoria had swooped under his nose yet again to steal the glory that was so rightfully his. And the gnosis? That means Zhongli isn’t just an adeptus but the Archon himself. He clenched his fists.

Zhongli paused for a little while “The contract is fulfilled. That which thou seeketh is now bestowed unto thee, for my promise is solid as stone”

“Hmph, how sanctimonious” She retorted, a sneer on her face. Zhongli drew the gnosis, it took everything from Childe not to reach out and snatch it from him as he passed it to Signoria.

“Why fake your death Morax? You could have cut the chase and given us the gnosis at the very start” Childe asked, anger rising at the second deceiver

“Gathering all the forces that had been bubbling behind the scenes, and then stirring them together in a pot that was bound to boil over... That's what he wanted to see, am I right?” Signoria said in a mocking tone, inspecting the rook-like gnosis, now solidly in her grasp.

She was deeper in on this than he thought, she must have been plotting to take this from him the moment she tipped him off about the Sigil at Yangsheng Teahouse.

Zhongli intervened “Perhaps it's best that I explain. As you know, I've dwelt upon this world for more than six thousand years. It is now 3,700 years ago that I founded Liyue together with The Adepti. Even boulders that can withstand whirlpools will erode with the passing of time. I kept convincing myself that cracks had not begun to form and that the end of my time had not yet come.”

He took a pause and glanced at everyone there, Paimon and Aether looked on in interest and Signoria looked bored, as if she already knew all of this

“Until one drizzly day, as I was strolling along the harbour, I heard a merchant tell one of his workers, "You've finished your duties, go ahead and call it a day." I stood motionless among the crowds, asking myself, Have I already finished my duties? But as I began to consider relinquishing my divine role, I soon discovered that many reasons still remained to not hastily depart. Was Liyue, the city I had dwelt in for so long, already prepared to enter its next age? I decided that a test was needed in order to reveal the answer.”

Of course this was going to be a long winded explanation, he couldn’t just get to the point

“So I approached Signoria. I knew the Tsaritsa wanted my gnosis and I was willing to give it for a price. But before I was content to leave Liyue in mortals hands I wanted to set up one last test. So, we gathered the cast of Tartaglia, The Adepti and The Qixing”

‘Oh and each played their role so beautifully” Signoria laughed, hiding her smile behind one hand

“Were you satisfied with the finale?” Childe snarked, growing more and more pissed by the second. All this time he thought he had the reins only for them to be so cruelly cut away. Zhongli and Signoria had wanted him to lose that fight and summon Osial.

“Indeed, I was. The Gnosis I had kept for so many years suddenly seemed to have lost its meaning.” His face never changing from his pensive expression.

“Let me guess — you had another plan in case it all burned down.” Aether remarked flatly

“That's right, which is why I continued to safeguard the Gnosis until now.”

“So you mean that if the chaos ever reached the point of no return, you would simply appear and use your divine powers to bring Liyue back under control?” Paimon questioned

Signoria spoke for Morax “Of course. And it would have been all too easy for him, too. Just as a child quickly matures after losing their parents, so has Liyue matured when faced with the death of its deity”

Zhongli continued, “In the end, the resolution to all that has transpired was even more satisfactory than I could have hoped for. Credit is also due to Signoria, the emissary dispatched by the Cryo Archon to fulfil our contract. At my request, she kept everything she knew in strict confidence — this despite the eavesdropping ears of her colleague, Childe.”

Childe was about to beat this man into the ground, god or not. And The Tsaritsa had dispatched Signoria and not him, how long had she been plotting this for?

“All of these things turned out as I had planned. There is only one thing that I had not anticipated... and that was the conduct of the Liyue Qixing. I had expected them to do no more than The Adepti. To come to the defence of Liyue. But when all was said and done.

They seized the opportunity to supplant Liyue's divine protectors, and used the subsequent power vacuum left by my death to quickly gain complete control of Liyue.”

Rage boiling over he snapped “Hey, what about me? Doesn't anyone feel the least bit of remorse for deceiving me? You've practically kept me in the dark!”

“Hah! I think that thanks would be more appropriate. You certainly played no small part in all of this... Wreaking havoc and turning the city upside down. You must have delighted in it. The Lord of Geo ought to thank you for your performance, if anything. If you hadn't created the pressure of a battle between mortals, adepti, and a god, the lump of coal resting in the hands of the Geo Archon, Liyue would never have been able to become a dazzling diamond of a city.”

“What? Just whose side are you on, mocking me like that? Are you itching for a fight? You've come out of this as the hero of Liyue. I, on the other hand, will forever be proscribed as a disturber of peace” The faintest hint of electro singed the air

“The cards fell where they did. Well then, with the Gnosis in my possession, I have no use for such idle chatter. We should return to Zapolyarny Palace and seek an audience with Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa. Come, Childe.”

“Ugh, fine... I'll meet you there later. I'm not sharing a boat with the likes of you.”

“Hmph, do as you wish.” She turned her nose up and strutted out of the building towards the docks. Childe followed a few seconds later, avoiding Signoria he headed straight for the apartment.

He threw open the door and slammed it behind him. Fuming, he smashed a vase on the ground relishing in hearing it break. He stepped forward crushing the porcelain under his boot.

All of this work just to be a puppet strung along by Signoria and Zhongli. He had been sent on this mission to prove himself only for The Tsaritsa to have planned for Signoria to step in from the very start. What did he have to do to prove that he wasn’t a child?

And Zhongli, Childe was just about ready to tackle him to the ground and face his godly wrath for that act of deception. He always knew he wasn’t a human, but for him to be a god under his nose? Childe screamed and let out a strike of electro, it hung in the air, cracking.

On his return to Snezhnaya he would be humiliated in front of the other Harbingers. He took his mask that lay perched on the side of his head and looked at it, it was the representation of himself as a Harbinger, the mask seemed to laugh back at him. Another burst of electro jumped forth just as the door opened.

“Hey! Calm down, you nearly electrocuted me!” He saw you register his state, his back turned to you standing above a shattered vase and your expression changed to one of concern

“What happened at the bank?” You asked softy, the residual electro energy in the hair made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"What didn’t happen” he huffed, pacing around the room, you stepped into the apartment fully and closed the door behind you. He was still gripping his mask

“ I was never meant to get the gnosis, I was a mere pawn for Signoria and Zhongli to move around as they pleased. I did nothing to prove myself to the other Harbingers and now I look like an impulsive fool! Not to mention Zhongli gave the gnosis directly to Signoria, the bastards had it planned from the very start” He yelled, waving his hands around, his cape flowing behind him like a wave.

There was a flash of confusion across your face as you processed exactly what he had said, piercing together that Zhongli was the allegedly deceased god. You sat down and patted the spot on the couch next to you, reluctantly Childe sat down beside you, letting the mask fall and clatter on the floor.

“All of this was for nothing” He said, voice quieter than before. He rested his head on your shoulder, the rage that had been burning gave way to exhaustion, his body catching up to his over use of Foul Legacy.

You carded you hand through his rusty locks “Let's get you to bed, we can talk about this tomorrow, but right now you've reached the end of your wick”

Childe sighed and got up “Yeah… Yeah you're right. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow”

As Childe left for bed you hung around for a second longer, picking up the mask, you looked into the face of Tartaglia.

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It's Just Water | Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Synopsis: y/n can't get over her fear of the water, but maybe former swim team captain and current swim coach Jeon Jungkook can help her.

part 1

part 2 (read here!)

A/N: I am so excited to bring you It's Just Water because I can very much imagine Jungkook being a professional swimmer. I can never stop myself from including a best friend Taehyung because he's just perfect for it. Anyway, part 2 will be coming very soon and it'll be all the more spicy than the first part. Like, reblog or even just leave a note because it would really make my day and hopefully give me the power to write part 2 as well hehe. Thank you all for reading my works so far, sending love to each and every one of you. x

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"Take my hand." Jungkook whispered already reaching out towards yours.

He grasped it gently and led you towards the water. Your breath hitched and you weren't sure if it was because you were afraid of the water or if it was because Jeon Jungkook was holding your hand. You shut your eyes tightly as you inched towards the water. The scent of chlorine in the air was thick, the air was humid and the noise of splashing water was hard to ignore.

"It's okay, it won't hurt you. And I won't let go, not until you tell me to." he encouraged.

Your eyes opened again and met with his doe black ones watching you with caution and a tinge of worry. The water was softly lapping at your toes as you stood at the edge of the pool. All you had to do was get in. Into the water. It's not like coach was asking you to jump off a springboard high up in the air. You just had to insert yourself into the square. That was all. It's just water y/n.

"Yes, it's just water." Jungkook smiled and laughed along softly.

Did you say that out loud? Fuck. Now he's laughing.

"It's not funny." you snapped suddenly.

His doe eyes lifted up suddenly alarmed by your reaction.

"I-I wasn't- it's not." he agreed quickly.

You ignored his pleading gaze and glared at the water instead. You weren't angry at him. You were angry with this godforsaken irrational fear that you have failed to beat since you were four. It ends now. You took several deep breaths and huffed and puffed the air out of your lungs. You were quite unaware of how long you have been standing at the edge of the pool and possibly making a fool out of yourself in front of the entire classroom but you didn't care. You were going to get into this damn pool.

Just as you found the strength to put one foot out and lean forward that feeling of dread washed over you again but it was too late. You were falling.

"No wait!" you screamed as you expected the water to swallow you whole, but you didn't even come close.

Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your side, his hand still holding yours despite how tightly you may have been gripping it. You looked at him, panicked. He smiled and slowly led you a few steps back, away from the water. You stood there for a couple seconds, letting the embarrassment of the entire situation wash over you. He was still standing there. Why is he still standing there god dammit?

"You didn't tell me to let go. So I didn't." he said softly.

He was looking at you intently. Like he was making sure you were okay. Also, why couldn't you control what you did and did not say out loud?

"Oh." was all you could say as the two of you stared at each other in silence. He was still holding your hand. Ah shit.

"Y-You can let go." you stammered releasing your grip on his hand.

"Right, of course." he said clearing his throat awkwardly and looking towards the pool.

"Jeon! Supervise the next few laps, let's keep this going." coach yelled suddenly blowing that painfully annoying whistle.

Jungkook perked up and yelled a quick 'yes coach' and turned to you. You were standing with your arms crossed avoiding his gaze and everyone else's across the room. You felt pathetic.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked kindly.

"Just leave, Jungkook."

You caught a glimpse of the disappointment that flashed across his features before he nodded and walked off to wherever he needed to be. Stupid captain of the swim team. He probably thought you were such a loser.

"He's stupid hot, that's for sure." your best friend chimed in out of absolutely nowhere.

"Stop reading my mind!" you said punching his arm.

"It's hard not to when you literally speak it, y/n. Also what was that?" he added dramatically.

"What was what?" you muttered as you walked with Taehyung over to the side to wallow in shame.

"I sensed a lot of tension. 70% sexual." he said casually.

"Shut the hell up, Taehyung." you hissed, "He was doing his job. You know, making sure I didn't drown."

"Sure, y/n. Next thing you know you're making out in the pool and you're telling me it's his job to help you hold your breath long enough to stay underwater-"

You brought the towel off your shoulders to whip it across Taehyung's face making him dramatically cry out and wince so loud it echoed across the entire pool.

Your cheeks flushed red as you looked away pretending not to know him while Taehyung's demeanour did a complete 180 before that boxy grin was back on his face and he was exclaiming to everyone around him that he was okay.

You sighed. Sometimes you can't stand this dork.

Soon swimming period was over. You thanked the gods you only had to do this once every two weeks which increased your chance of survival slightly. You were pretty sure if Jungkook hadn't held on to you and brought you back to safety it would have been a much worse debacle that would have had you walking out of the room drenched and in shame. You wanted to thank him for it, but it was too weird. He probably didn't care. He was the former captain of the swim team who graduated last year and is for some reason back at this stupid high school teaching his juniors to swim. He's assisting the coach for a couple months before he's offered a contract to teach swimming full time, so you've heard. You couldn't imagine how someone could love swimming so much, how they could love being in the water so much. It terrified you. You shuddered without realising, making Taehyung quirk an eyebrow at you.

"Hey, are you really okay? I'm sorry I didn't realise how scary that must have been for you." he said looking at you while you stuffed your swim clothes into your locker.

You sighed and shut the locker door, then smiled softly at your best friend.

"It's okay. Do I feel like an idiot? Yes, but that's my fault. Not yours." you said as you started walking, making him follow you.

"You're not an idiot, y/n-"

"I didn't say I was one, just said I felt like one."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and shoved you slightly towards the library doors. The two of you took your usual spots in a less crowded corner and pulled out study materials from your bags.

"My point is, having an irrational fear is normal. If you ask me, I think it's a crime that the school still makes you attend swim lessons." he said slapping a page of his textbook open.

You chuckled as you flipped through the pages of your novel preparing to have a relaxing free period after the traumatic episode.

"Yeah, why couldn't I have just been scared of spiders or heights or something." you huffed.

"Aren't you scared of spiders?"

"Ye-that's not the point!"

"Shh!" you heard the librarian call out from her desk. But when you looked up you felt some of the colour drain from your face.

Jeon Jungkook. He was at the librarian's desk. He was standing there with his freshly styled hair after the swim session in his joggers and his stupid swim team jacket leaning against the counter looking straight at you while the librarian you managed to piss off was at her chair sending you a warning stare. Why is he always there to witness these embarrassing moments.

You swear you saw him laugh softly making you tear your gaze away from him and bury your nose into your book. That asshole. How dare he laugh at you. Meanwhile, Taehyung was snickering softly while highlighting his textbook a neon pink.

"If I could curse him, I would." you mumbled.

"He's not that bad, he saved your life a few hours ago remember?"

"Oh please, someone else would have saved me if he wasn't around."

"Really? Sure as hell wouldn't have been me."

"I wouldn't be caught dead being saved my someone who uses neon pink to highlight his notes."

"Hey, boys can like pink you know! Speaking of which I think that's your lover boy's favourite colour." he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"What?" you laughed softly. "How do you know? Also don't call him that." you threatened at the end.

Taehyung shrugged, "Could tell by the way he was looking at you in your pink swimsuit earlier."

"Taehyung!" you exclaimed as you smacked him.

"Ahem."

A voice sent chills down your spine as both you and Taehyung jumped in your seats slightly to look at the person standing at your table.

"I've been told to tell you guys that this isn't the cafeteria, it's the library. Ms Chen's words, not mine." Jungkook said raising his hands up defensively.

You wanted to dig yourself a hole and then die in it. You were so loud that Jeon Jungkook had to come over and quiet you down. Personally.

"Sorry, Mr Jeon. y/n and I just seem to be having a disagreement. We'll keep it out of the library." Taehyung said confidently.

There's just something about attractive men, and confidence. Your best friend was attractive no doubt. But were you attracted to him? Absolutely not. Taehyung is an idiot. Possibly the idiot of all idiots but you loved him, as a friend. And right now, you wished you could unfriend him instead.

"Oh, what about? Sorry I realise that's intrusive. Just let me know if I can help out with anything." Jungkook said smiling politely.

"Actually, Mr Jeon," Taehyung piped in making you send him warning glares, "y/n thinks boys can't like pink. She's being sexist."

"Taehyung." you growled under your breath.

Jungkook's eyes widened in amusement and you could just feel his stare on you.

"Is that true, y/n?" he asked with a small lopsided smile on his face.

"Wha-no! I never said-"

"Those are hurtful words, y/n. Especially since pink's my favourite colour." he said placing both arms on the table in front of you casually.

Your eyes finally met his during the entire conversation. He was looking at you so endearingly. His stare caused this bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach and you liked it so much that you feared liking it a bit too much. He was very obviously teasing you, and you loved it and hated it at the same time. God how is he doing this.

"I didn't mean...it is?" you asked your tone breathless from how much his gaze alone was suffocating you.

His smile morphed into a tiny smirk and it was probably the most attractive thing you've ever seen. This wasn't the Jeon Jungkook you knew last year. He's a man now. He's also your swim coach. Fuck he's your swim coach. Oh god no.

"Yes, the colour of pink rose petals to be exact."

What the hell why was he telling you this. The swimsuit. Your swimsuit was the colour of pink rose petals. Son of a bitch.

You gave him a tight lipped smile and sat back in your seat, bringing your novel to your chest acting as if you were prepared to go back to reading.

"That's a lovely colour, Mr Jeon." you said avoiding his gaze.

He watched you intently, soon realising the two of you weren't the only ones at the table before he cleared his throat.

"Yes it certainly is. And I didn't come here just to follow through with Ms Chen's orders, so y/n I need to see you in my office after school. That okay?"

What. What? What!

"I- oh, yes sure." you stammered, realising your confidence from a moment earlier was only fleeting.

"Great, I'll see you then. Taehyung, you've got a bit of highlighter on your cheek." he pointed out with a smile before leaving.

"Holy hell y/n that man wants you." Taehyung blew out a whistle.

"What the fuck is wrong with you he's my swim coach! My teacher! This is so inappropriate." you freaked out your voice the sound of a whisper.

"Man he really got your panties in a twist, huh? Look at you, you're falling apart."

"Don't talk about my fucking panties Taehyung. Why does he want to see me? God, he held my hand today, then he caught me by the waist and just now he's here self-proclaiming his love for pink rose petals fuck-"

"Hey, hey! y/n, calm down. Listen, it's Jungkook, okay? We've known him for forever. He was a year above us so it's not weird, you guys practically went to school together. Also he's probably only a year older than you. But on another note, I'm sure he has a valid reason for calling you in okay? He's a good guy, I don't think he has bad intentions." Taehyung said as he placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

You sighed, burying your face in the palms of your hands. "Really?"

"Yes, really. He was in my French class last year for extra credit. Competitive swimming is time consuming apparently."

"Of course it is." you rolled your eyes at him.

"The point being, I was with him in that class and he was a nice guy. I was even friends with him at one point."

"Excuse me what? Why the hell am I just hearing about this?"

Taehyung smirked, "You would have loved to have me introduce you because you've had a crush on him for years, is that why you're upset?"

"Taehyung I will walk all the way back to my locker, grab my sports towel, walk back in here and whip the hell out of you if you don't quit it." you seethed.

"Okay, wrong joke for the wrong time." he swallowed thickly. "So, basically he's a hottie and he's nice. He respects women and he swims. What more could you ask for y/n?"

"You sure you're not the one who has a crush on him, Tae?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

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It was 5pm. You were walking to Jeon Jungkook's office. It felt like you were approaching your doom.

"Snap out of it, y/n. It's just Jungkook." you told yourself.

Yes, it was just Jungkook. The Jungkook you've had a crush on for five years. The Jungkook who once let you use the boys locker room toilets because the girls one was locked for some reason. That's a story for another time. But hell, you were going to see Jeon Jungkook. In his office. Ah crap.

"Come in." he answered a few seconds after you knocked on his door.

You shimmied inside and stood at the door awkwardly waiting for his instruction.

"You can close the door. Those god damn flies always make it in during summer."

You laughed softly and shut the door before taking a seat in front of his desk. He was still putting away some papers in some boxes behind him, grunting as he did so.

"Sorry y/n, just give me a minute."

"That's fine!" you said a bit enthusiastically and forced yourself to shut up after.

You saw the corner of his mouth lift up for a brief second before frowning at the boxes in front of him. His office looked like how any sports coach's office would look. Medals, trophies, swim team pictures. He had a lot of achievements that's for sure. You remembered watching him once. It was a big event. He was representing the school for the first time, and he was a young boy that held so much promise. It was the first year our school had won. Everyone was beaming with pride. But you watched Jungkook carefully. You saw the look in his eyes. He looked so frightened you thought he might just throw up. You saw how he masked it so quickly, and went back to sinking in all the glory. Every year since, that fear you saw him mask looked more and more practised. You didn't know why you were at every game. You just were.

"So! y/n..." he said smiling as he chucked a box away and put a file on his desk, looking at you.

You flinched slightly at his enthusiasm and smiled back politely.

"Am I in trouble, Mr Jeon?"

He chuckled, "Well, not really. Okay maybe a little."

His words had you tense and as soon as he saw the worried look on your face he laughed again to reassure you.

"No it's alright, it's nothing serious. Here, I was just looking for your student file. It was buried quite deep in there so I'm assuming sports isn't your forte."

"Ouch, words hurt Mr Jeon." you winced.

He laughed again, making you smile. "Sorry, that was mean. But in all seriousness y/n, you're sorta kinda failing swim class." he said regretfully.

You scoffed, "Yeah I wouldn't be surprised."

"I know of your....um..."

He looked so unsure you decided to save him the embarrassment.

"My fear of the water, yes."

He smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Yes, I can't say I understand how it feels but I saw the look in your eyes today and you were terrified. I'm sorry I put you through that."

You looked down, feeling pathetic again. "It's fine, you didn't know."

"So I proposed an idea, to the school."

You looked at him again, his eyes gleaming with excitement to tell you whatever news he has. He took your silence as a cue to continue.

"I told them instead of teaching you how to swim, I'd teach you to get over your fear of water. They've been approaching it all wrong. So I'm willing to help you, if that's something you're interested in."

You stared at him in shock. So Jungkook basically went up to the entire school board to tell them that he personally wanted to teach you to get over your fear of the water.

"What?" you spluttered. "Teach me to get over my fear? That's impossible, Mr Jeon, with all due respect, I've tried. I have been trying all my life it's just not as easy as you think-"

"I never said it was easy. And it's also not impossible. I can help you, if you'd let me. You just have to trust me y/n. It'll only be for this semester and if by the end of it you feel like it isn't working we'll stop. It also gives me a way to assess you. I'll come up with tasks and as you complete each of them you'll build up a score that I can use to add to your report card."

"But why?" you asked.

Jungkook seemed a little confused. "Why? Because I don't want you to fail swim class."

"And why don't you want me to fail swim class? I'm just another student. If I fail, then I fail. What's it to you?" you fired at him. You didn't realise how rude you sounded until it came out of your mouth.

Jungkook looked slightly taken aback, but his response was calm.

"Because I love to swim y/n. And it pains me to see someone so scared of the water. It's a beautiful thing, if you allow yourself to see it."

You chewed on your lip as you processed all this new information. Jungkook was asking you if he could get rid of your fear. In normal circumstances, you wouldn't mind saying yes. But it was Jungkook. You'd have alone time with Jungkook five days of the week for two hours. You might as well fuck him at this point. NO. Okay, retrace. That sounds like something Taehyung would say. You made a mental note not to hang out with him anymore.

"y/n? Look, I'm sorry if this is too forward I just thought-"

"Sure."

Jungkook looked at you almost surprised. "Sure...you'll do it?"

"Yeah. What have I got to lose?"

Jungkook beamed at you as he closed your file and set it to the side.

"Great! So we'll start tomorrow. Also I forgot to mention this means you don't have to go to regular swim classes anymore so that's a plus."

You giggled at how happy he seemed telling you that. "That's good news, Mr Jeon."

He smiled fondly at you before looking down briefly.

"Okay then, dismissed. Or whatever teachers say. Sorry, I'm still getting used to this." he said laughing nervously.

You stood up to gather your things and smiled at him.

"I think you're doing good. Everyone seems to like you."

"They do?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah I mean, you're basically a student too. I guess that makes you more familiar."

"Right." he said shortly. "And what did you think of me?"

Jungkook caught you off guard. What do you think of him? Who even asks that?

"I- excuse me?" you asked a little bit startled.

"I-I mean, sorry, I should have phrased that better. I mean, how are you finding swim classes with me as assistant coach? Would you say it was better without me?" he asked sheepishly.

You giggled as you slung your bag across your shoulder, "I think I'm the wrong person to ask, Mr Jeon."

He laughed and nodded, "That bad, huh?"

"Well I'm hoping you can change that."

Jungkook looked up at you from his seat, looking like he was about to say something, but stopped himself.

"Mr Jeon?"

"Yeah?" he said snapping out of it.

"I'm sorry, about earlier." you added.

He stood up and walked over to the front of his desk, leaning back against it with his arms crossed. Why did he have to come closer god dammit?

"What about? If it's the library it's fine, Ms Chen shushes like fifty people a day she doesn't take it personally."

You laughed and shook your head, making him smile.

"No I- well sorry about that too but, I just, I shouldn't have called you by your name. You know, at the pool. It was...well it wasn't right."

Jungkook smiled kindly, "It's okay, y/n. You'd been through a lot."

You scoffed, "Well that's just the thing isn't it, it's not a lot. It's just water!"

"You could say that about anything, you know? It's just spiders. It's just the dark. It's never just anything. If you stop thinking of water as something that's against you, you can let it in. Then maybe you won't be so afraid anymore."

Your gaze met his. He wasn't just looking at you. He was staring.

"I-maybe." you mumbled looking away.

He smiled and pushed himself off the desk, holding the door open for you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, y/n. And if you chicken out, I will fail you."

"Alright, alright." you grumbled as you walked towards the exit.

Jungkook chuckled inwardly as he saw your defeated expression.

"Thanks, Mr Jeon."

"You know I think I actually prefer Jungkook."

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You thought when Jungkook said you didn't have to attend regular swim sessions it meant you had a two hour free period that day. Turns out, you just had to sit there and watch everybody swim. Including Jungkook. And damn did everyone love watching him swim. He cut through water like it was nothing. It was like he wasn't even there. He would just dive in, disappear, and then reappear at the end. And he always won. Of course, everyone cheered for him whenever he did a demonstration. The look of embarrassment on his face after was adorable. What you didn't understand was why his eyes would search for your after every stunt he pulled. Was he showing off? Jeez.

Coach asked you to take down notes of whatever you learned during each swim class since you weren't going to swim. They would be assessed, apparently. God knows how, but at this point you were just doodling mini drawings of a swimming pool. The book was snatched out of your hands causing you to leave a long pencil stroke across the page. You looked up and it was Jungkook in front of you. Shirtless. Body dripping with water. Abs practically in your face. You choked on your breath and stood up so that you were closer to eye level with him.

"That was rude." you complained. "Can I please have my notes back? I'm trying to learn over here."

Jungkook smiled in amusement as he held the notebook higher and inspected it.

"A very accurate piece on modern water sport, Ms y/n. Very commendable." he joked.

You scoffed at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"I don't know what he expects me to do! Make notes? What do I even say? That coach blows his whistle way too much for his own good? It can distract a swimmer's performance you know? Actually wait, give me that back I should write this down."

Jungkook laughed and gave the note book back to you, watching you scribble your genius idea of a note.

"I'm going to ace this." you said smiling in satisfaction once you wrote it down.

"Not so fast, everything's easier when you're not in the water."

"Just let me have this, Mr Jeon." you groaned.

He chuckled. "Jungkook," he corrected. "And I'll see you after school. Don't be a chicken!" he yelled as he scurried back off to the water.

You rolled your eyes and plopped back into your seat. Stupid water loving man.

When school was over you dragged your feet to your locker knowing full well this wasn't the end of the day. Why did you even agree to this? It's not like you wanted to be able to swim that bad. And you just sacrificed ten hours of your life weekly. That's about 40 hours in a month. That's 480 hours a year. You groaned as you very unwillingly took your swimsuit out of your locker. Taehyung wouldn't miss your misery for the world, so he was standing right next to you gloating about how he could go home and eat French fries while playing Overwatch.

"It's kinda like a date."

"It's not a date." you grumbled.

"He offered to teach you. Personally. One to one. For free."

"Look Taehyung, if you don't get out of here I will drag you to these classes myself."

"And ruin your date? I don't think so. I'm not into being a third wheel."

You sighed, giving up. You weren't ready to spend two hours alone with Jungkook. More so in a pool. God did you hate the pool.

"Besides, I've got a date."

Your eyes snapped up to your best friend's face.

"A date? With who? Is this person clinically okay?"

"Oh shut up y/n, I'm hot, if you haven't noticed. And many people would love to date me."

You chuckled, satisfied you got on his nerves. "So who is she? Or he, actually."

"It's a she. Her name is Dahyun and she asked me out." Taehyung said crossing his arms and leaning against his locker.

"Impressive. Dahyun's pretty popular for her year. Never knew she was into older guys but I'm not surprised."

"I hope she's not a bore." Taehyung sighs.

"You'll be fine. That's what dates are for. Let me know how it goes, I gotta run."

"Oh yes, your date with your swim coach. Don't wanna be late."

"One day, I will murder you."

"Have fun!"

As you entered the space the smell already made you sick to the stomach. Jungkook didn't seem to be here yet which was great because that gave you time to change. You walked into the changing room and put on your pink swimsuit. Did you do it on purpose? Maybe. But did you also only have one swimsuit? Yes. Why the hell should you have more anyway. You hated the water. As you put your belongings in the sports lockers you heard footsteps entering the pool. It was probably Jungkook. You quickly finished up, tied your hair into a ponytail and stepped back out. And there he was. Stretching by the side lines, a loose black t-shirt covering the upper half of his body and his swim tracks underneath. He stood upright just as he saw you and grinned.

"You're early. I'm surprised."

"I may be a bad swimmer but I'm a good student." you retorted.

"Of course." he agreed. He paused to take off his shirt and throw it onto a bench before he walked towards the water and beckoned you to follow him.

You gulped, this was going to be intense.

"So, y/n, are you ready?"

"Not in the slightest, no."

He chuckled and turned his body to face you.

"We'll start slow. And if you ever need a time out, the word is bubbles. Okay?"

You couldn't stop your smile from emerging at his use of the word bubbles but you nodded and Jungkook began.

"Let's start by sitting at the edge of the pool." he said already moving to sit down.

You swallowed and managed to follow him by sitting on the floor, but your legs folded and pressed to your chest.

"One at a time." he encouraged softly, looking at you.

You took in a deep breath and slowly inserted your left leg into the water. It wasn't so bad when you were sitting. When it began to get a little bit scary, it was almost as if Jungkook knew. He held your left hand tightly in his.

"I won't let go. Not until you tell me to."

You let out a shuddering breath. "It's cold." you said trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

Jungkook chuckled, "Sorry ma'am should I have gotten a hot tub instead?"

You smacked his arm with your free hand.

"Did you just suggest we get into a hot tub together?"

It was the first time you saw Jungkook flush, and you wanted to laugh at how cute he looked.

"It was a joke."

"Yeah." he huffed sounding almost relieved.

Before you knew it both your legs were in the water.

"I'm-I'm in. Sort of, halfway. But my legs are in." you said in disbelief.

Jungkook smiled and chuckled softly. "Yeah, you are."

You didn't realise how close his body was to yours until your own shook with the rumble of his laughter. You must have inched closer when you were trying to force your legs in. He was still holding your hand, your other gripping his bicep. not on purpose

You slowly moved your legs around in the water. Swishing it here and there, and Jungkook did the same. At one point, your toes bumped into one another making the two of you laugh.

"Shall we move on?" he asked, turning to face you.

When you did the same, your faces were so close it took you by surprise. Jungkook's expression changed, he was studying your features. His gaze moved down to your lips for a fleeting second before forcing itself back to your eyes. You smiled ever so slightly and nodded.

"What's next?" you whispered.

Jungkook swallowed, and moved so that he could slowly insert himself into the water. He was still holding your hand.

"Now try to lower yourself in."

"J-Jungkook-"

"It's okay, I'm here. You can't fall, because I'm here to catch you. No matter what."

You looked into his eyes, unsure.

"I-I can't, Jungkook I'll drown. I can't stand it's too deep-"

"It's not, y/n. Look, over there, see that number?"

You saw the number engraved onto the wall. 4 feet.

"It's impossible. You're way taller than four feet. You can stand. y/n this whole pool is made for your safety. It's maths."

It made sense. Your head would be above water. But what if you lose balance?

"Okay, here," Jungkook said as he jumped out of the pool, hand still holding yours as he pulled you up with him.

He made you stand in front of him, chests nearly touching but not quite.

"Is this okay?" he asked carefully as his one hand hovered over your waist.

You nodded looking up at him. He carefully placed his hand there, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time.

"Can I let go? Just for a second." he said softly, referring to your hands.

You nodded again. He let go and placed his other hand on your waist. You didn't know where to look. You didn't know how to breathe. You were so close you could feel his warmth.

"The water stops here." he said moving his hand from your waist and placing his hand outwards and against your arm to mark the water level.

He put his hand back on your waist and held it a little firmer than before.

"And no matter what happens, I've got you. Okay? I'll hold you in place. Just for 60 seconds. Is that okay?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah okay." you said breathlessly.

Jungkook guided you to the water again. He jumped in easily, but he made you sit down like before. He put his hands on your waist again, and you rested yours on his shoulders.

"On the count of three, I'll bring you in okay? Just hold on to me."

You nodded nervously as your eyes darted everywhere. You were really doing this. You were going into the water.

"y/n, look at me."

So you did. He was watching you carefully. His kind eyes reassured you.

"Just look at me, don't think about anything else. I'll support you. Just focus on that."

"Okay." you said in a strained voice.

"One.

Two.

Three."

You were going in. This is it. This is how you die.

"Nononono wait, I can't. I can't-JUNGKOOK!"

"Shhhh, y/n-"

"Get me OUT! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." you cried as you practically clung onto your swim coach with your arms around his neck and your face buried in his chest.

You started to kick and struggle, but Jungkook didn't budge. Man he was strong.

"Jungkook I can't do this. Please get me out, please please please. Jeon Jungkook if you don't get me out right now I will come for you and your family do you hear me?! I'm not playing!"

"y/n!" he yelled suddenly, silencing you.

You stared at him blankly as he looked down at you.

"y/n for god's sakes you're in the water. You did it. You're standing. Look." he nudged his head downwards so that you would too.

And there they were. Your feet on the pool floor, your head above water, and Jungkook's hands on your waist.

"I...those are mine?" you asked stupidly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and laughed, "Yes, dummy. Those are your feet."

"They look so pretty, in the water." you droned off, still in shock that you were standing in a pool.

"You are." Jungkook mumbled without hesitation.

"What?" your head snapped up.

"Nothing, you passed the first lesson. Good job."

"Wait, there's more? I thought you were just supposed to get me in the water!"

"That wasn't the deal, I was supposed to help you get over your fear. You're telling me that if I let you go you won't freak?"

"Of course not, I'm already in the water I'm all set."

"Okay, if you say so." Jungkook said as he slowly started to release his grip on you.

"No wait, NO! DON'T LET GO." you cried, pressing your body closer to his.

You felt Jungkook grunt and exhale sharply. You looked up to see if he was okay, only to find your lips inches apart. You looked down at them and you felt Jungkook's grip on you tighten. A small force from the water pushed at you from the back making you move closer to him causing your lips to brush. Your eyes closed instinctively but the next thing you know Jungkook is lifting you by the waist to seat you at the edge of the pool. You stare at him in confusion as he pushes himself up to the surface and walks past you to get his things.

"Today was good progress. We'll continue tomorrow. I'll wait for you to use the girls locker room, and I'll lock up after." he said not sparing you a glance as he grabbed his towel and trudged off to the men's shower room.

You were trying to catch your breath. So your lips touched. No big deal. It's just what swim coaches do with their students. You weren't mad at Jungkook for holding back because you understood his predicament. But you were also mad because you were petty. If that's the game he wanted to play then you were going to push him, see how much he could resist you. You got into the shower and did a quick clean. You blow dried your hair and put on the matching bra and underwear set you brought with you and grabbed a bottle of lotion. You emptied the contents into the toilet bowl feeling bad that it was going to waste but you were on a mission. You did one last twirl of your hair before walking out of the girl's locker room and into the men's. Jungkook was sitting there on the bench using his phone and looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you could hear his heartbeat stop. He froze, unable to stop himself from raking his eyes up and down your body.

You smiled innocently and held up the empty lotion bottle.

"They were all out of lotion, I was wondering if the men's room had some." you asked sweetly.

Jungkook looked like a deer caught in headlights, and it was so amusing you had to stop yourself from laughing. He got up slowly and you saw how hard it was to tear his gaze from you.

"L-Lotion?" he squeaked before clearing his throat and walking over to the cabinet.

He pulled out a bottle and as soon as he turned around you were standing in front of him in such close proximity. You took the lotion out of his hands and smiled sweetly as you patted his chest.

"Thank you, Mr Jeon."

You turned around and moved to the bench, aware that Jungkook was still frozen in place. You placed one foot on the bench and started to apply the lotion on your outstretched leg, and finally your whole body.

Jungkook didn't say a word. He tried to look away, but for some reason there was nowhere else to look. When you were done, you stood up straight, put your hands on your hips and twirled your hair with your fingers.

"Aw I think I forgot to bring a pair of clothes. Do you happen to have any extra?" you asked casually.

Jungkook frowned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What happened to your uniform?"

You shrugged, "Must have lost it."

Jungkook's mouth gaped slightly at your attitude, soon he was clenching it shut. He walked to his bag and pulled out his emergency set of clothes and held it out to you.

You smiled and thanked him before raising your arms over your head and draping his t-shirt over yourself. It was massive, but god was it comfortable. You slipped on his shorts, they were tight fitted so they shaped your legs and butt nicely. You made a mental note to buy mens tights, they looked better. Jungkook's gaze never left you this time around. His face looked troubled and his eyes were piercing.

"I'm good to go." you shrugged, flashing him another innocent smile.

Jungkook sighed and grabbed his things rather roughly and unexpectedly grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the locker room and out of the pool. You stood behind him, watching as he locked up. When he was done he turned around and looked down at you.

"Thanks for the lesson, coach." you piped up. "I'm really proud of what I did today."

His eyes softened for a second and he nodded, "Yeah, you should be. Tomorrow we'll work on holding your breath underwater. Don't be a-"

"I'm not a chicken! Did you not see what I managed to do today? For eighteen years I couldn't even bring myself to touch the water but today I stood in it. So no, I absolutely will not chicken ou-"

His lips. His lips were on yours. It drove you insane. Your hands latched onto his neck and his arms went to your waist. It was just like in the pool. Your hands threaded through his hair, and it was almost like something in him snapped. He kissed you harder, held you tighter.

"y/n," he said breathless in between kisses, "you knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" you gasped when he moved his lips to your neck and let his head rest there.

"I'm your swim coach, y/n."

"And you were in my Biology class a year ago."

"Well that was a year ago y/n, I'm a teacher now." he said pulling back to look at you, a pained expression on his face.

"You're my student."

"No I'm not." you snapped. Something about that sentence ticked you off, and you didn't like it.

"y/n-"

"If this matters so much to you then why did you just kiss me?"

He was quiet, seeming like he had his own battle going on in his mind.

You scoffed, "You know what? I'm not doing this, Jungkook. Not like this. I've liked you for years, and the first time I learn you like me back it's when you're telling yourself you can't be with me. I don't deserve that. You're either in this or you aren't. I can't just have you kissing me when you feel like it."

You tore his arms off your waist and picked up your bag.

"y/n, wait." he said as he held onto your wrist. You stopped moving to look at him.

"I-god y/n. You have no idea." he sighed.

You raised your eyebrow at him in irritation, and he pulled you to him again by your waist.

"Jungkook-" you started to fight.

"Why do you think I offered to help you? Of all people in this school, I chose to do this for you. It's because I'm crazy about you, y/n." he confessed.

You just stood in silence, waiting for him to continue.

"The day you walked out of my office I nearly punched myself because I felt so bad for lying to you. But I meant what I said. About the water, and wanting you to love it too. But I also used it as an excuse to spend time with you. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is such a bad idea but other times all I want to do is grab you and kiss the hell out of you, y/n."

"So what, Jungkook?" you whispered, not ready to listen to the decision he's about to make.

"I-"

"Jungkook, what are you doing here so late?" you heard a female voice from behind you.

Jungkook had never let you go so quickly. He stepped so far behind it hurt you to witness it.

"Ms Jiyoung, I was just helping out with some extra swimming lessons." he responded like nothing even happened.

You just stood there awkwardly. You couldn't wait to just get out of there.

"They're working you too hard, Jungkook." the teacher said as she held on to his arm affectionately.

She's at least 20 years older than him for god's sakes she could be his mother. You were fuming, waiting for her to finish with her nonsense so you and Jungkook could leave.

Jungkook smiled politely and laughed, "No no, I'm happy to."

"So any news on the contract? I hear it's coming up any time now. The board members have told me how impressed they are with your undertaking of one of your students." she said.

What?

"Oh, well there's no news so far but I'm sure they'll look at my application fairly. Also I really should-"

"Nonsense. I think it's a brilliant idea. A girl who's afraid of the water? If you can make her swim you can do anything. You'll definitely get the job."

No fucking way.

"Anyway, I'll see you around Jungkook. I'm looking forward to seeing you swim at the meet next week."

As she turned the corner Jungkook looked back at you with pleading eyes.

"y/n-"

"Fuck off Jeon Jungkook. I can't believe I fell for your crappy lies about wanting me to love the water, god it was such bullshit. How pathetic can you be." you spat before grabbing your things again and storming off.

If he wanted a student to fix, then you weren't going to be it. Screw Jeon Jungkook, the stupid man who loves the water and messing with women.

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Chapter 2: Resident Freak

Raining Hellfire (Eddie's Version) | Part One

Word Count: 3586 words

Warnings: swearing, bullying, fight, mentions of blood, allusion to drug dealing, adorable eddie

[A/N: why am i always so angry at tommy for the things he does to reader and eddie when i've literally just made them up myself????]

Resident Freak

Paired With RH1: Chapter 2: Pool Parties and Good Punches

“What’s got you all smiley?”

Eddie sent an irritated glance to his left, removing his chin from his hand to straighten in his seat. Wayne just continues to look at him with a bemused expression.

“Nothing.” He mumbles, mentally forcing the happiness that danced on his lips to conceal itself.

“Uh-huh.” Wayne raises his eyebrow as he swipes the empty bowl away from Eddie and heads to the sink. “Like I haven’t noticed how happy you’ve suddenly gotten.”

“Creepy.” Eddie states sarcastically, barely dodging the gentle swipe of Wayne’s hand against the back of his head.

“So…” His uncle continues and Eddie rolls his eyes. Of course he wasn’t going to let it go.

“So.” Eddie nods, grabbing a towel and drying up some mugs. They had been collecting over the past few days, neither of them in the trailer long enough these days to wash up their coffee mugs.

“Who’s the girl?”

The ceramic labelled with the word ‘grumpy’ almost slipped from his hand before he caught himself, looking much like a deer in headlights and earning a laugh.

“Knew it.” Wayne chuckles, shaking his head and taking the mug from his nephew’s fumbling hands.

“Pff.” Eddie attempts to shrug the idea off, but his cheeks are burning red. “Girl? There’s no- why is it that when I’m happy it has to be about a girl- I don’t- there’s no time for girls. I’m a… busy man.”

Even he didn’t believe his own rambling mess. So, with what little dignity he had left, Eddie lowers his head and lifts the bag currently leant against his chair onto his shoulder, heading to the front door.

“Not another word.” Eddie warns, swinging open the door.

As he jumps down the step and slams the door shut, he can still hear Wayne’s laugh while he stalks to his van, muttering curses under his breath.

It felt like his thoughts were obsessed with you, circling his mind until it felt like even his brain had butterflies. And he’d only known you one day.

Eddie hadn’t felt a connection like this to someone else before. It was jarring, almost nauseating, to feel so giddy about it. Sure, his friends at DnD were very similar to him; same style, same tastes. But they didn’t truly understand him. And in the 24 hours he’s known you, you’ve managed to read him like a book.

That was something he knew he should never ignore.

“Okay but if we don’t beat this next campaign I will explode.” Jeff pouts, head against the bench in utter defeat at the snippet of information Eddie has given his Hellfire Club.

“Come on, man, we’ve got this.” Gareth chimes in, slapping him on the back before reaching over and snagging a chip out of the packet in Eddie’s hand.

The look of utter disbelief sent his way had him shrugging. “What? If anything I’m helping you eat healthier.”

Another sarcastic look until they were all leaving the grass together, aware of the little minutes they had until class started. Eddie was grateful to have met them, really, even if Gareth got on his nerves sometimes. But Eddie supposed he would be annoying at times, too.

As Jeff and Gareth laugh over a conversation he had zoned out of, Eddie’s eyes drift across the sea of students swimming around them, mostly keeping an eye out for Tommy and Harrington. The last time they were caught walking down the hall, their merry goons had slammed Gareth against a locker for talking back. Gareth pretends not to care, they all do, but Eddie sees how their spirit gets chipped away each time.

Eddie’s steps almost falter when he catches sight of you. You’re currently slipping through the crowd to reach your locker, followed closely Nancy Wheeler and… Barbara Holland, was it? Holland was reading from a flashcard, you and Wheeler exchanging smiles when one of you answer. Preparing for a quiz, he supposed.

“Wait, hold up!” Jeff suddenly stops in his tracks and points to his left, “I gotta grab something real quick.”

Gareth simply shrugs and they all lean against the wall of metal containers, the opposite side of the hallway from which you stood.

He sees you and Wheeler suddenly high-five, a bright smile on your face. You looked happy around them, a trio of sorts, much like he was with Gareth and Jeff. Seeing your smile…

“Uh-oh.” Gareth grumbled beside him and he quickly shifts his gaze away from you, clearing his throat and preparing to defend himself. He wasn’t looking at you, he was just day dreaming. He didn’t even-

“Guess that’s our cue to leave.” Jeff announces, closing his locker. Eddie follows their irritancy and immediately rolls his eyes.

‘King Steve’ had entered the hallway, his presence alone making every girl swoon in his path. He was just as cocky as ever, greeting people Eddie was sure he’d never actually talked to before. It was an embarrassing display to anyone not involved.

Eddie watches as he bounds right up to where you stood, reaching over Holland’s shoulder and snatching away the cards in her hand. The look of disgust on your face almost made him laugh, but his friends were already nudging his shoulder.

As soon as he clocked Tommy H. and Carol Perkins, Eddie was out of there in a flash. His shoulder was still a little bruised from yesterday’s threat (a nice reminder that his lack of sport makes him vulnerable to the elbow of a jock) and he wasn’t up for another.

Just as Eddie is ready to turn the corner into his class, he can just see you through the swarm of busy students. Even from a distance, Carol’s shriek of a voice carried to his ears and he winced against the noise. He notices the way your face hardens to stone, slamming your locker shut and attempting to escape. But Tommy’s hand on your shoulder stops you. Eddie frowns.

“Yo!” Gareth’s head pops into his view and Eddie blinks. “Dude, we’re late, come on.”

Regretfully, Eddie averts his eyes from you, a million questions running through his mind.

“Oh, and I was talking to Sarah, you know, the blonde that steals my notes?” Gareth talks to him in hushed whispers as they head to the back of the class. “Anyway, she needs some… relief. Some relaxing. Some-”

“Yeah, okay, I get it.” Eddie hissed, slipping into a seat and batting him away.

“Good.” Gareth flashes a grin, nodding to the front of the class where Eddie can see a blonde currently entering the room. “Just let me know what time and I’ll tell her.”

They fell into silence as she took the seat in front Gareth, collecting her books. Eddie sighed, hoping tonight he could just relax. But he needed the money.

Once the teacher shouted for silence, Eddie stared down at the designated page and rolled his eyes. He already knew this stuff, another reason why high school seemed to be wasting his time lately.

Now all he had to do was wait until the minutes finally ticked away, hoping, pleading to a higher power, that maybe, just maybe, he could see you again.

His next two classes were boredom central, hours destroyed on topics of History and Geography that he had already figured out months ago.

Eddie wasn’t a dumb kid, regardless of what many of his peers, and, let’s face it, teachers thought of him. Being stuck in a trailer with a hard-working uncle only ever made Eddie realise how much he needed him. How much they needed eachother. So he picked up a few books, his freshman self adamant on graduating high school with the best qualifications to ensure them a better future.

However, his impromptu study sessions meant he was already ahead of everyone else. He tried telling his teachers, speaking to the councillor, even chatting with good ol’ Princi to bump him up a year. But they just waved him away, claiming he wasn’t advanced enough for that. So, he did what any angsty teen would do; he stopped trying.

“Watch it, freak!”

Eddie kept moving forward, barely registering the voice. He was hungry, and a little tired, and just so desperately wanted to hang out with people that didn’t feel the need to refer to him as the resident freak.

He spots Jeff’s wave from a mile away and weaves his way through students, a few grunts and slurs thrown his way. Nothing he hadn’t heard before.

Eddie leaped over to the bench, plopping himself in front of his friends and they laughed, cheering like he had just executed the coolest thing they had ever seen. And in that moment, there was pure relief. No distractions, no reasons to feel stressed.

Until a shadow fell across him and he thought he might just scream.

“Hey, freak.”

Eddie suppressed the groan that was building in his throat and clicked his jaw. “Tommy. What can I do for you?”

Tommy adjusted his varsity jacket and tilted his head, an amused smirk on his face. “I heard from a little bird that someone’s been forcing one of our cheerleaders into… well, dodgy business.”

Hellfire’s murmurs came to a screeching halt, breaths being held for as long as it took Eddie to react. Gareth looked as if he wanted to jump on Tommy but he knew better than that. Especially since Tommy’s presence was bringing in a crowd.

Eddie’s eyes flickered behind the boy’s cold hard stare and caught sight of a familiar blonde stood beside Carol. It was hard not to notice the other face that was currently searching the field for explanation.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, man.” He shrugs, standing up and gesturing to his friends to pack up. But Tommy just steps forward.

“How about I tell our sheriff’s department about your little business, huh?” He threatens, voice low. “Maybe you could say hi to Pops after all this time.”

There was a stab where his guts were, a blinding rage. Eddie learnt a long time ago to push that feeling away. So, instead, he lowered his head and smiled.

“What you smiling at, freak?”

“Oh, nothing.” Eddie raises his head, still smirking. “Just that… if I get caught, then I’ll have no choice but to release the names of people I sold to. And we don’t wanna get your girlfriend in trouble now, would we?”

The information seemed to have hit a fuse in Tommy’s thick skull, a moment of pure surprise and panic playing on his features. He licks his lips, looking over his shoulder to where Carol began to make her way over, joining the others in the swarm surrounding them.

“Carol would never hang around with a freak.” Tommy spat, nostrils flaring in anger. It shouldn’t have made Eddie laugh, but the sight was just amusing.

“Hey, don’t blame me.” Eddie grins, shrugging. “Maybe we should be figuring out who wasn’t satisfying her.”

His laugh was brutally cut off by the sharp punch of Tommy’s fist to his cheek. It was a blinding pain he had grown accustomed to, such as the feeling of his body hitting the ground. It was stupid, to rile on someone much more athletic than he was. And yet, he just didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.

As he clutched his jaw, he was already feeling the regret painting his skin.

Around him, a few murmurs and grunts echoed, different to the usual cruel laughter that would erupt after Tommy struck. Eddie rolls onto his back with a cough just in time to see Tommy’s sneaker hovering above his face and he winced in anticipation.

But nothing happened.

“What the fuck?”

Eddie opens his eyes to see Tommy facing away from him, squaring off to someone that had interrupted his little show. Propping himself up on his elbow, he cranes his neck to see… you?

“Leave him alone.” Your voice was steady, staring at his bully with such malice, Eddie wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or scared.

“Do you really want a piece of this, huh?” Tommy laughs, raising his hand. Eddie tried to push himself off the ground as quickly as possible.

Just as Eddie scrambled to his feet, he watched as Tommy’s arm swung to your head. But you ducked just as fast, springing back up and connecting your fist with Tommy’s jaw.

Eddie just stood in shock and amusement.

“Fuck!” Tommy yelled while stumbling, the group now jostling at eachother in amusement. This only angered him.

He was quick with his action, catching you off guard and bringing the back of his hand across your cheek with so much force, you were thrown to the ground.

“What the hell, asshole?!” Eddie lunged forward, but his friends had spring into action and grabbed onto his arms, keeping him away from the inevitable beating that would have ensued.

“That was too far man, back off.”

Eddie was surprised to hear Harrington’s voice bleed through the chants of the horrible peers around him. He even looked concerned, if that was even possible. Last he heard, you and Harrington hated eachother. Why did he care?

“Oh my god, Y/n, are you okay?” Nancy Wheeler was crouched beside you, doing her best to help you get up. At least Eddie knew you had one real friend.

“Fuck this, let’s go Carol.” Tommy said while leaving, noticing his mistake and disappearing as quickly as he could, the chanters quietening down but not dissipating.

They were all staring at you, some shocked, some laughing, and Eddie felt his stomach twist. He was used to that kind of attention now, but he wasn’t sure you were.

Shrugging off his friends’ hands, he moves towards you as you get back onto your feet.

“Hey, are you-”

“Just leave me alone.” You spat, not even bothering to glance back.

Just as the words spilled from your mouth, you were already running from the group, having to bump shoulders with people to get out of their poorly structured circle. Eddie watched with an aching heart as you sprinted inside the building, clutching your cheek.

You were only trying to protect him, and now it felt like his fault.

Eddie shifted to follow, but an arm obstructs his path. He turns his head to see Steve Harrington’s narrowed eyes.

“Don’t even think about it.” Steve warns and Eddie glares back at him. “You’ve done enough, alright?”

“Steve.” Nancy interferes just as Eddie pushes his arm away, hard. She nervously glances between the two. “Come on, we need to go.”

“Yeah.” Steve eventually sighs. Not before looking Eddie up and down with that disgusted glower that made his blood boil.

As he saunters back towards where he originally came from, Nancy makes a split decision to catch Eddie before he could rejoin his friends.

“Hey, um…” Nancy glances over at the building you disappeared to, “If you see Y/n, can you let her know I’m bringing her stuff with me?”

“Uh… yeah.” Eddie was surprised she even wanted to talk to him after that, more so at the fact she knew he’d be searching for you and didn’t seem upset about it.

Nancy studied him with intrigue before giving a quick smile. “Thank you.”

“Nance!” Steve called out for her and she backs away before joining him, scooping your deserted backpack into her arms.

School was declared over after the fight. Principal Higgins got word of the scrap and immediately started finding out those involved.

Tommy was never called to the office, however, his reputation among the other students clear enough to shut them up. Neither was Eddie, though that mostly stemmed from the fact that no one ever cared enough to learn his name unless they were bullying him.

Eddie almost gave up on searching for you. He was slightly impressed; when you didn’t want to be found, you made sure of it.

Then, as he turns the corner, a loud squeak bounces from the walls as someone barely manages to avoid him. Eddie immediately steps back. He could already feel a bruise forming on his jaw, he wasn’t in the market for another.

“Sorry.” He says as the same time as the other, the voice stimulating a wave of comfort in his ear.

“Y/n.” Eddie said, truly focusing on you. He tries to smile, but his eyes are widening as he sees your cheek under the artificial school lights. It was worse than he thought, a cut covering the skin with droplets of red running beneath it; the forming bruise was barely taking the spotlight. Tommy’s fucking ring.

“I need to find my bag.” You muttered, moving past him. Eddie remembered Nancy’s earlier request.

“Hey, wait.” His hand was on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him. “Wheeler. She has your bag. Everyone got to leave early since the tests were over and the principal has a lot of people to deal with for the whole fight thing.” He waved his hand in the air, hoping to brush that topic away.

“Oh. Okay. I should probably head to hers then.” You nod, but you didn’t leave. Instead, you bit your bottom lip with a soft frown. “Did you get in trouble?”

“Uh… no, not really. Me and the Princi? Oh we’re best mates. She’d never let me get in trouble.” He smirked, leaning on the wall beside him.

“You didn’t get caught, did you?” An entertained smile appeared on your face and Eddie can’t believe you figured it out that quickly.

“Ah, well, no. The majority of people didn’t even know my actual name so she has no clue.” He chuckled. He was glad, too. Wayne would be pissed if he snagged himself another suspension.

You nodded, but your brows were knitting together. He had already picked up on your expressions, making it easy for him to make a guess at what you were thinking.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, too.” Eddie reassured, reading your mind easily.

As much as he could ignore it, he kept flickering towards the cut marking your skin. It was all his fault.

“Oh, yeah, it’s okay.” You say, covering your cheek with your hand and shrugging. “I’ve had worse.”

Eddie pushed away from the wall, a bubble of unexpected concern. “Seriously?”

“Um, well, yeah. Not from Tommy.” You added like it was okay.

“Someone else hurt you?” His voice raised much to his own surprise. To think of anyone hurting you was unbearable, and it didn’t make sense to him that you’ve occupied his worried thoughts after just two days.

“What? No, it was just stuff that happened. Like, I’ve hurt myself. But, not in that way! More like, falling over, you know and, uh, running into walls, I... don’t know.” You rambled, flustering as you tried to explain yourself.

“And colliding foreheads?” Eddie smirked. He liked it when you rambled.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh. You were so unbelievably casual about the whole ordeal that Eddie felt another twinge of guilt. Even if you weren’t admitting it, he knew you’d been in a fight before. He just hated that he was the cause of this one.

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eyes were on the floor, feet shuffling.

“Do what?”

“Stop Tommy.” His voice was quiet but he still forced himself to look at your eyes when he spoke.

“Oh. It was nothing.” You reply, brushing it off.

“Nothing?” He breathed, mind racing. “You look like you went through a battle with a demogorgon!”

You gave him a look. “A what?”

Eddie gulps. No way was he nerding out in front of a beautiful girl.

“It’s a monster from DnD… it’s not important.” Eddie was rushing through his words, scared you’ll find his knowledge of the game unappealing, “What’s important is that I wanted to say thank you. You barely know me and you almost punched Tommy’s lights out.”

“That was more for me than it was for you.” You laugh and he chuckles. “I hate seeing how he treats other people. I’d do it again for you… and other people, I mean. I’d gladly beat up another… demogorgon.”

Eddie smirks to himself. Not only did you basically admit you cared about him, even if you tried to hide it, you were referencing his favourite game. Could you literally be more perfect?

And then he processed your words, “Not for yourself?”

“Depends on the day.” You smile. But it was a little sadder this time.

There were so many questions Eddie wanted to ask you. Why did you care about him? What made you so selfless? Who were you before you ended up in Hawkins?

But the bell rang, just as it always it, through the halls and he realised he didn’t have time.

“I need to…” You pointed to the doors and he nodded, stepping aside to let you go.

“Farewell, Y/n, the queen of demogorgons, No Last Name.” He bowed, making you giggle.

“And farewell to you, Eddie, the king of freaks, Munson.” You laughed, and a wide grin spread across his face as the nickname. He liked it. King of the Freaks.

He watched as you faded away, flexing your hand as if it ached. But you didn’t seem to care, which made you so much more intriguing.

And Eddie was right. You really did understand him. King of the Freaks.

The grin stained his face long after you were gone.

Chapter 3: Phantom Lord ->

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