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jeneveuxrein · 5 months

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needy (BLACKPINK Rosé)

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(i'm a bit rusty, lol)

You hear an exaggerated sigh behind you. You ignore it, choosing instead to smirk at your screen as your team continues with its quest.

Your online friends would call you a complete idiot for not doing what you should be doing versus what you’re actually doing.

It wasn’t intentional.

At least on your end, it wasn’t.

Well, to an extent.

You shouldn’t be focused on finding this stupid shield Jungkook read about from a gaming article with this new update.

You should, however, give all of your attention to the woman laying on your bed.

But it’s not that simple.

See, the thing is, when you meet someone as famous as Park Chaeyoung, or Rosé, or your favorite Rosie or Chaeng, there are rules you’ve established to make this relationship work.

Rule number one: no one can know unless it’s disclosed to her company. Privacy and all that, not only for her, but for you as well.

Rule number two: you specifically aren’t allowed to date anyone else. The rule applies to her because you are officially together, like boyfriend-girlfriend kind of together, but she likes having so-called power over you.

Rule number three: if you’re in each other’s presence, undivided attention is a must. Time is precious for the both of you after all. She has a hectic schedule that takes her all over the world while your line of work has you constantly troubleshooting to make sure everything runs smoothly.

So it was a surprise when Rosie showed up at your apartment a little before midnight without a heads up. She knew what you were doing this evening, but you hadn’t heard from her since morning. You, being you, figured she had an event or a rehearsal or something that kept her occupied. Not that you weren’t involved in her life, but her schedule constantly changed. It was hard for you to keep up.

Rosie lets out another exaggerated sigh that it actually distracts you, causing your character to die in this part of the quest.

“Dude seriously?” Jungkook’s voice is in your headphones, chuckling. “You of all people dying to that?”

“Shut up,” Is all you say, swiveling your chair around to your girlfriend dressed in more comfortable clothes than what she arrived in—your clothes specifically. She has a habit of rummaging through your drawers. Not that you minded, she looks hot in whatever she wears. There was just something about her wearing your clothes that had you feeling some type of way. You mute your mic, double checking it is in fact muted before asking, “Everything alright?”

“I’m over and my boyfriend won’t spend time with me,” Rosie huffs out, crossing her arms.

“If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn’t have logged on,” You roll your eyes, glancing at the screen to thirty seconds left before you respawned.

“I called,” Rosie glares. Someone else might’ve folded under her gaze, but it doesn’t intimidate you.

“And my phone was in the living room,” You say, slightly apologetic, but the respawn sound plays that has you turning back to the screen.

“Yeah yeah, play your stupid game,” Rosie mutters, which you hear loud and clear while the rest of the guys talk about their day.

See, meeting Rosie was pure chance, a deal of the hand you weren’t expecting. Your gaming company drove the development of her group’s mobile game and when it was time to launch, the members of BLACKPINK were there.

At the time, you were just one of the developers since you had more of a managerial role and took it last minute. You were overseeing the game’s development more than anything, giving your two cents as needed, but were hands off for the most part.

According to Rosie, as she told you during your first date, you were indifferent to meeting them as opposed to everyone else on the team who brought merch for them to sign. She noticed you before the other three girls did, and made sure she personally introduced herself to you.

Rosie’s beautiful. You’re not blind. You get the appeal. You guessed it was that you treated them like normal people instead of idols that had most of your coworkers swooning in their presence.

She’s also clingy, not that you minded. She’s slowly told you about her past relationships–lies, cheating, using her. It left wounds of insecurity that have made her feel unsure of who she could trust her heart with.

One drunken night after spending it at Jennie’s, tangled in your sheets, Rosie told you she felt safe with you.

Though, as of this moment, you sense the irritation rolling off of her.

“What the fuck?” The controller falls into your lap when you see Rosie suddenly beside you.

“You good over there?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, I just gotta mute myself for a sec, my girlfriend’s calling me,” You mute the mic again, grabbing the controller before turning to Rosie. “What?”

“I’m bored,” Rosie states simply.

“And you want to watch me play?”

“Can I?” You raise an eyebrow, knowing her too well that she’s up to something.

“Did you want me to grab you a-” Rosie doesn’t let you finish, opting to sit in your lap. “Okay fine, no funny business.”

Rosie shrugs, settling comfortably against you as you unmute yourself, “Sorry.”

“Are you in trouble?” Jungkook jokes. Your friends know of your girlfriend, but you have yet to give any information on her. Again, privacy and all that.

“No, she’s just being needy,” That earns you a slap on the arm and a glare.

Your friends laugh, which Rosie hears, slapping your thigh this time. You squeeze her body with your arms before resting your chin on her shoulder as you continue playing.

Time goes by, Rosie starts squirming in your hold. She was never one to sit still. You let go and she tilts her head back onto your shoulder before she relaxes against your chest. It’s nice being with her like this. She comes over often, but not often enough.

You haven’t seen her in almost two weeks. The group just finished their last leg of their tour before their encore performances begin. They have a show in France in a couple weeks, which you’ll be joining them. She asked if you wanted to go with them to the states so you could visit your mother in San Francisco. You had to check with your boss, but it was likely you’d be going as well.

Rosie mutes your mic, “Are you almost done?”

“Not really,” She sighs against your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rosie pouts, but she does something you were expecting. She slightly rolls her hips. It’s subtle, but it’s enough.

“Chaeng,” You deadpan, eyes still focused on the screen.

“What?” There it is. The tilt in her voice, that if it was anybody else, they’d fall for her feigned innocence.

But it wasn’t anybody else. It was you.

“Don’t,” Rosie rolls her hips against you again, this time, perfectly against your cock. “Chaeng.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable, you’re not exactly ergonomic,” Rosie shrugs, rocking her hips against you once again.

Your cock stirs at the movement. You take a deep breath, refocusing yourself as your team continues the quest.

Tae asks you a question, forcing you to reach around Rosie to unmute yourself. “Yeah I’ll check that.”

When you mute once again, Rosie asks, “How quiet can you be?”

“What?” The question catches you off guard because Rosie’s standing up and unmutes you. She turns to smirk and drops to her knees in between your legs. Your eyes widen, shocked at her boldness. You’re about to say something when she holds a finger to her lips.

“Fuck,” You groan into the mic when Rosie slips her hand underneath your sweats, wrapping her hand around your half-hard cock.

“What happened?” You barely hear someone ask.

“Nothing,” You grit out, eyes watching Rosie push your sweats down just enough to free your cock. You let out a hiss as the cool air of your apartment hits your skin. “I’m good.”

She starts off slow, moving a loose fist up and down your length as the blood in your body rushes south. By the time you’re fully erect, she lets go, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Rosie’s face lights up, and you know that look. It spells trouble with a capital T, and when she stands up in between your legs, pulling her (your) boxers down, you have a clear picture of what’s going to come next.

It was meant to be a joke when you mentioned it on FaceTime while they were touring in Australia. You had this fantasy of her keeping your cock warm while you gamed. She asked if you actually wanted that, knowing how much you took gaming with your friends seriously. You shrugged, off-handedly commenting that you thought it would be hot.

You didn’t go into much detail of how you envisioned it. It was just a fantasy, but when Rosie turns around, her shapely bottom waving in your face, this was so much better than what you imagined.

Rosie mutes you again, her face slightly turned to you, “Still want to play your game?”

It’s a challenge. A very dangerous one that you don’t know the outcome of, but you’d bet everything to find out. Even if that meant you have to fuck Rosie against your desk for being this needy.

“Yeah,” Your voice comes out hoarse, hardly recognizable in your ears.

“Fine.” One hand rests on your desk as the other reaches for your cock, angling it as she takes all of you in one smooth move.

“Jesus Chaeng,” You nearly drop your controller as one hand shoots to her hip, gripping tightly as her walls squeeze around your cock. It knocks the wind out of you, feeling just how wet and warm she is.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Rosie slightly pants, leaning on your desk as you feel her walls stretch to accommodate your size.

“I don’t know,” You pathetically moan out as she sits up straight against your chest.

“Keep playing,” Rosie unmutes you before slowly rocking her hips.

You don’t know how the fuck you were supposed to focus when she feels so fucking good wrapped around you, but you push through.

You tune in to what your friends are talking about, ignoring the small mewls Rosie lets out as her hips move in a circle on top of you. You try to be engaged, commenting here and there, but it’s hard to care what they’re saying.

You close your eyes, dropping your head against the chair when Rosie lifts her hips along your length before dropping her weight against you.

“Fuck,” You mutter, but it’s loud enough for your friends to hear. They ask if everything’s alright and you immediately snap back to the screen as Rosie repeats the movement again and again and again. “Yeah, I’m fine,” You grit out after she lands on a particularly hard thrust, walls tightening as she takes a breath.

You’d give yourself a pat on a back for how far you’ve made it. The amount of self-control you have when it comes to your girlfriend is usually very low. You don’t need much convincing when it comes to having sex, but you want to hold out as much as possible to see where it takes you.

It’s not everyday Rosie uses your cock to fuck herself. She has, but that’s usually on a bed or in your car, where she has your full, undivided attention.

Rosie brings your hands against her lower stomach, resting the controller against her as she undulates her hips. Any vibration from the game has her body reacting, which by default, you reap the benefits.

Rosie reaches forward, the mic turning off once again, “I’m going to cum,” She moans out.

You didn’t think she’d get there that fast, but it is hot to get fucked while your friends are oblivious to what’s going on. She loves performing for thousands of people at a time, but you know her favorite performances are for you and you alone.

“Go ahead baby,” You murmur, eyes watching where you’re connected, her hips hypnotizing you as they move. “Make yourself cum since you couldn’t wait for me.”

The words set her off as her body quivers, shaking on your lap as her orgasm hits. Her head snaps back and she holds onto the arm rests as she tries to shut her thighs at the pressure inside her body. The only obstacle is your hands and controller dropping, keeping her spread open as you feel a sudden wetness cover your sweats.

“Did you just squirt baby?” Your lips ghost over her skin, sweetly kissing her behind the ear.

“No,” Rosie mumbles weakly, resting her head on your shoulder as she catches her breath.

“No? Then why are my clothes soaked?” You thrust up from your chair, knocking the wind out of her as she lets out a filthy moan.

“You came,” She moans as you rock up again, enjoying the sensation.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you decide you can’t hold back any longer. Keeping her on top of you, her walls snug and hot, you unmute for the last time, “Ayo, I gotta go.”

Rosie tries to stand, but your arms around her keep her still, filled.

“Dude what? We’re nowhere near done,” Jungkook whines and you roll your eyes.

“I realized I didn’t finish something. I can pass on the shield. I’ll log on again sometime this weekend,” You say curtly without giving them a chance to respond, quickly exiting the program before tossing your controller on the desk.

You stand, easily taking your girlfriend with you as you push her forward, folding her against your desk as she rests on her elbows, back perfectly arched, keeping your bodies connected.

“Baby,” Rosie whines, your cock still nestled deep inside her.

“Jesus fuck Chaeng,” You pull your hips back, looking at your cock covered in her slick. “You’re a fucking menace.”

You snap your hips forward, groaning as your cock fills her.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention?” Rosie moans, pushing her ass towards you to take you even deeper. “You chose a game over me.”

Your hands grip her waist, stopping any movement from her as you just breathe since both of you know what’s coming next. You lean forward, kissing her head, “Don’t act like that. You know you still have all of my attention.”

You draw your hips backwards, but before you thrust, Rosie speaks, “Then fuck me like I do.”

Never one to not obey Rosie, you do just that.

You thrust into her experimentally, getting your bearings before you completely lose it since it has been two weeks too long and the amount of dirty texts and pictures you’ve exchanged is never enough.

“Baby please,” Rosie begs, head slightly turning before nodding.

The control snaps and you’re thrusting wildly, her hips slamming against the desk, before she could react.

One of the best parts, aside from you care deeply for and can genuinely share your thoughts and feelings with, is that Rosie always welcomes being fucked hard. Sure you’ve had sex at a much tamer, slower pace, which is just as great, but it’s the best when it’s been a while and the only thing either of you could focus on is tearing each other apart together.

“Missed you so much,” Rosie whines, doing what she can to meet your thrusts. It isn’t much since you’re practically nailing her against the furniture.

“Missed you too baby,” You groan as her walls start to clamp down to keep you inside.

One hand lets go of her waist, raising it slightly before your palm makes contact with her ass cheek. She lets out a moan, pressing her face into her arms, slightly embarrassed by how her body reacts to the pain. You watch her skin slowly turn red, spurring you on even more.

You feel your peaks coming soon just based on how much easier it is. Her pussy’s slickness lets you slide in and out with ease, but there’s another thing that Rosie loves and it’s how vocal you can get.

Praise is all around her, but the praise she adores the most is when you tell her yourself.

Your hand grips her waist again before you let your thoughts fall freely from your mouth.

Fuck you feel so good baby.

Couldn’t wait for me huh? Needed my cock so badly.

You look so pretty, letting me fuck this pussy.

You were so hot taking me while I played.

Bounce on my cock next time, let my friends hear what a good little slut you are.

Rosie screams as her orgasm rips through her body taking you with her. Your hips stutter into her and your vision goes white as you hit your climax. You couldn’t pull out since she was doing everything to keep you in.

“Holy shit,” She moans out, back tensing as you feel her release over your cock, making a filthy mess as you paint her insides with your cum.

You immediately wrap your arms around her stomach, pulling her into your chest as you groan out the remainder of your orgasm.

It takes you a minute, but you collapse on your chair, the wheels slightly rolling backwards while Rosie falls flat on top of your desk.

The sight of your girlfriend, fucked out, panting, has you questioning why you didn’t give your attention in the first place. You feel a second wind coming as the smallest bit of cum dribbles out in between her lower lips.

“Can you go again?” You ask after a few minutes, staring as more of your cum falls out. You almost reach out to push it back in, but you spare her the overstimulation.

Rosie stands straight before turning to you. She bends to kiss you softly on the lips, sitting on your lap, and circling her arms around your neck.

“Quick nap?” Rosie offers, peppering kisses over your jawline, which of course, immediately gets you worked up.

“Fine,” You pout like a petulant child.

You swoop your arms underneath her body, making sure you have a strong grip before standing. You literally have BLACKPINK’s lead singer in your arms, and any physical damage to her would automatically fall on you.

Rosie giggles as she holds on, telling you not to drop her or the girls would come after you. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s an empty—sort of. The only member you’re actually scared of is Jisoo, while the other two are like the little sisters you never wanted.

Once you gently lay your girlfriend down, you reach for the bottoms she was wearing, tossing it to her. You change into a different pair of sweats, noticing how much of a mess was actually made before joining her back in bed.

“Hi,” You whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stare at your girlfriend. You still couldn’t believe she chose you to date out of everyone else.

“Hi yourself,” Rosie smiles, burying her face into your chest. “I missed you.” It comes out soft, shy even, because feelings are still hard for her to put into words.

“I missed you too,” You bring your lips to her forehead.

There’s something else you want to tell her, something you’ve been holding in for a couple months at this point. You want to say it now, but when you hear light snores, you know it’s not the time.

You say it anyway, “I love you.”

#blackpink smut #blackpink rose #blackpink park chaeyoung #rosie smut #park chaeyoung smut #park chaeyoung

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avalypuff · 9 months

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Answers to the common questions of “Why didn’t Zelda retain dragon features?” and “Why did Link’s arm revert to normal?”

I’ve been dying to do some analysis posts since TotK came out, and after seeing a lot of people complain about the above, I decided my first should be related to the endgame.

So, I’ve seen a lot of posts where people seem to misunderstand what was going on when Zelda changed back into a Hylian, and why Link’s arm returned to normal. Many write this off as simply plot convenience, and while it’s true that Nintendo wouldn’t want to leave the main characters of one of their most popular titles with permanent changes, I’m here to try my best to explain the actual reason these things happened the way they did, because whether you noticed it or not, there is plot relevance to this reversion.

Draconification is permanent.

This is an indisputable fact.

And while I have seen people criticizing the way Zelda changed back, the fact is she swallowed the stone knowing that she never would.

“I’ll be forever changed…”

Her cry for Link to find her was not for her sake. She wasn’t depending on him to find the key to changing her back. Nay, the only reason she desperately prayed for him to find her was so that he could get the Master Sword, which—ignoring game mechanics that would allow you to beat Ganondorf with literally any weapon with the right damage/durability ratio—canonically is the only thing that can hurt him.

When Zelda changed back, it was almost entirely thanks to Sonia. That’s right!

…Let’s take a second to recall this scene in which Rauru decimated the horde of Molduga.

We see Sonia extend her hand and then gesture for Zelda to do the same.

Here they’re extending their own power to amplify Rauru’s counterattack, even beyond the already-massive boost the Secret Stone provides.

In the final scene when Link finds himself hovering over the sleeping Light Dragon amongst a dream-like atmosphere, it’s really quite telling that Sonia is the first to rest her hand over Link’s, then followed by Rauru.

This time Rauru is fulfilling the role of amplifying Sonia’s power over time. Not just that, but adding it on top of the time manipulation that Zelda gave to Link at the beginning of the game.

That’s what’s happening here. This is immensely powerful, triple amplified time magic!

The change from dragon to Hylian wasn’t a transformation in the same sense that it was when Zelda changed from Hylian to dragon. I know that’s a confusing sentence, but consider the basis of Sonia’s time magic is recalling things as they once were.

Zelda didn’t retain dragon features because, through the power of time reversal, she was never a dragon to begin with.

This is the also the reason the Secret Stone reappeared on her necklace.

This is ALSO the reason Link’s arm reverted to its natural state before he was affected by the gloom.

And before y’all come at me with “well, why didn’t Rauru do that in the first place instead of giving his arm to Link?” Simple; Sonia wasn’t there. Even spirits aren’t omnipotent… in Hyrule. (Probably.)

The point is, this was essentially a lucky break for Zelda and Link, because if Sonia (and therefore Zelda, by inheritance) didn’t have time magic, there would have been no way to undo the Draconification. It would have been every bit as permanent as Hyrule legends and history says it is, and Zelda would be gone forever.

In fact, it’s likely it was a shot in the dark even on Sonia and Rauru’s part, considering there was no prior knowledge of reversing time on a dragon, let alone a person. It was a glorious blend of the convenience of Sonia’s time magic, and luck that it worked out the way they (“they” being all characters involved) wanted.

Anyways, to wrap this up, Draconification is indeed permanent, unless you have the number one badass-master-of-time-manipulation Queen Sonia on your side. Then you can probably undo anything. :)

#the legend of Zelda #tears of the kingdom #TotK #totk spoilers #Zelda #Link #Rauru #Sonia #draconification #I haven’t done an analysis post in YEARS #I forgot how much fun it is to write these out #honestly tho if you still wanna hc Zelda with horns and a tail that’s fine #I’m not a fan personally #but that’s just me!#I just wanted to put this explanation out there

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Hello everything is fine? I would like to make a request to Rhysand

Something where maybe Rhys, the reader, and the rest of the group were on a game night, and the reader and Rhys are obviously always paired up, and they almost always win, but then the rest of the group, maybe in another round , put the reader with someone else? and Rhys stays with Feyre, then the reader is dying of jealousy (the reader and Rhys are partners) and Rhys wins over the reader? But then when someone humiliates the reader, Rhys gets super angry and takes revenge on her?

Game night disaster

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings; angst, swearing.

Masterlist

Night had settled around Velaris and the house of wind couldn’t be more alive, it is Friday night and that translates into game night for your family. You were currently sitting on the ground in front of the couch and between your mate’s -Rhys’ legs. Amusement flashed in your eyes as you watched Nesta almost beating Cassian because he couldn’t explain the word written on his card making them lose a point. You and Rhys were on fire like usual leaving everyone more than 10 points behind.

“It’s unfair, you two always win. Game nights are becoming awfully boring.” Mor whined pointing at you and Rhys, and everyone nodded in agreement. “They probably have created a code that’s how they keep winning” Cassian exclaimed.

“Yeah right, you just can’t accept the fact that we are better than you” Rhys replied to him, his eyes flashing with mischief. He always liked to get under Cassian’s skin.

“I think we should change partners” Nesta spoke. You glanced around noticing how everyone seemed to agree so you just shrugged. You didn’t like the idea of competing against Rhysand, neither of you could stand losing and you knew that if one of you won and the other lost you would probably spend the rest of the night bickering. You didn’t have a choice though because if you disagreed it would look like you were indeed cheating.

Mor placed pieces of paper in a small bowl with all your names written on them and shook it. Then picking piece after piece she announced;

“Okay so Nesta with Azriel, Amren with Elain, Cassian with y/n, me with Lucien and Rhys with Feyre”

You didn’t even have the time to curse about being paired with Cassian who completely sucked at the game as you heard who Rhys was paired with. Not her. You thought. You didn’t have anything against Feyre, and deep down you knew that they are just friends, but you couldn’t stop thinking how she saved him from Amarantha while you were stuck in Velaris not able to leave the city to help him. He knew what would happen at the party and he warded the house so you couldn’t leave with him. You scratching the air between the doorframe and screaming at him to let you out, and him with a sad smile muttering “I love you” again and again until the darkness swallowed him, only when he was locked under the mountain you were able to exit the house. That was the last memory you had of him before everything that happened. There wasn’t a day that you didn’t try to exit Velaris to find him, but every time you were pushed back by the wards he placed before leaving. And one day… he returned because a human girl saved him, saved everyone. They share the same trauma. They even have a bargaining bond. Losing him to Feyre will always be your biggest fear.

“Y/n! Come here” Cassian’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You noticed that everyone had changed seats, and they were waiting for you to move next to Cassian, you glanced at Feyre who was sitting next to Rhysand on the couch -way too close for your liking. Rhys stretched to give you a kiss as you stood up, but you completely ignored him and crossed the room taking a seat next to Cassian. Rhys’ eyes stayed on you, a hurt expression on his face, you felt his talons caressing the shield around your mind and you added a second layer of adamant wall making him flinch. You could feel the anger slithering around your mating bond, and you shoved your jealousy down before blocking him from there too. Realization hit him and he only rolled his eyes.

Fine. You thought and turned your focus on the game.

Mor and Lucien guessed 4 cards, Amren and Elain 5.

It was your mate’s turn.

Rhys guessed 7 of the cards Feyre was explaining and she jumped on him hugging him tightly and squealing.

Cassian placed his hand on yours pulling your gaze from them, he offered you a comforting smile and gave you the cards, Nesta and Azriel were next and after them it was you and Cassian.

When Feyre removed herself from your mate’s lap, he didn’t dare to look at you, he just stared at his hands.

Nesta was able to guess 4 cards and then it was your turn.

“Okay..” you breathed and read the first card.

“Feyre threw this at Rhys” you started.

“Shoe” Cassian exclaimed, and everyone burst into laughter.

“You can find this in the winter court” “Uhm… Kallias” “It’s white”

“Oh I know…snow”

“yes yes… okay uhm flirty..” “Helion”

“YES, where are the Archeron sisters from” “Mortal lands” “Yesss, Lucien’s sexy brother” -Lucien choked on his wine. Rhysand scoffed. “Ew Eris” Cassian gagged.

“Uhm you and Nesta are…”

“MATES” “Oof okay uhm all Illyrians have them” “Wings?” “No you wear those” “Weapons?” “NO what else are you wearing” “TIME” Nesta shouted “You got six so that makes Rhys and Feyre tonight’s winners” “Leathers” you muttered and slapped Cassian on the back of his head.

Lucien clapped and said “Turns out Rhysand is the smart one, I always suspected it no offense y/n but you never seemed bright to me”

Silence.

You froze. Violet eyes snapped on you, you felt your face heating and your eyes watering.

A low growl filled the silence, power created by the darkest night filled the room making everyone shiver. “Say that again” Rhys’ voice was lethal, filled with rage and painful promises.

Lucien gulped, his eye wide as he stared at Rhys.

“If I remember correctly, you only guessed four cards so if six cards mean that y/n isn’t bright what does four make you?” Rhysand’s gaze was fixed on Lucien who was squirming on his seat. Everyone was staring wide-eyed, and no one dared to say anything. Rhys was absolutely terrifying especially when he got so mad.

“Answer me little fox” If him glaring was terrifying then the feline smile he now had on his face was out of this world. Poor Lucien was shaking.

“Rhys enough” you stood up and approached your mate. He got up and pushed you behind him.

“If you even look at her the wrong way, I will fucking scoop your only eye out and I will feed it to you. Now get the fuck out of my court”. And with that he pulled you out, his wings emerged from the darkness, and he pulled you in his arms shooting up.

The flight was silent, you didn’t know what to say so you decided to let him cool off, everything could wait until you were home.

Once you were in your home you hurried off to your shared bedroom, you needed a moment to pull your thoughts in order. You changed in one of your nightgowns and sat on the bed. You couldn’t believe what had happened in the last hours, how could a game night end up like this. With a deep breath you went back downstairs finding Rhys in the living room sitting on the armchair by the fireplace, a glass filled with whiskey in his hand. He was still fuming. You approached him and climbed on his lap nesting your face in his neck. His hand moved to the back of your head, and he started stroking your hair.

“I’m sorry” he muttered. “Why?” “I should’ve removed Feyre from my lap” he explained and kissed your head. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t get jealous of her… I know you love me” you whispered and nuzzled his neck harder. You wanted as much contact as you could get.

“No it’s not okay, if I saw you on another male’s lap I would fucking kill him...I will talk to Feyre.” he pulled you further onto him.

“Thank you… for everything” your voice was barely above a whisper as sleep was taking over.

“Anything for you sweetheart” he whispered leaving a soft kiss on your head.

You woke up the next morning in your bed, Rhys was spooning you, a strong arm around your waist, legs tangled, and a wing draped over you.

I hope you like it. Requests are open.

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phantomrose96 · 1 year

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I think one of my least favorite Reddit personalities is what I'm gonna call Destitution Superiority.

It's a pretty disturbingly popular mindset I encounter frequently on Reddit. The kind of people who are like "Yeah I always save 75% of my income and I do this by never buying any single thing I do not need" "I've cut out 100% of processed sugar from my entire diet and it's great for my body" "I spend (absurdly long) time at the gym and eat (absurdly few) calories every day which I weigh and count it's really turned my life around."

And the thing is like, I believe them when they say doing this makes them feel good! I believe this satisfies a primal need for accomplishing a difficult task, for being proud of their efforts, for feeling superior to people who are simply too "lazy"/"impulse-driven"/"ignorant" to do the same.

...But by god. What's the end game? Do these people want to hit 80 years old and look back on their entire life pride which was just... self-deprivation? Do they want to look back and think "thank god I never once tried a delicious piece of cake" "thank god I missed my friend's birthday party so I could hit my gym goals" "thank god I'm dying with millions in the bank which I never let myself use or enjoy in life"

They're defining themselves by what they refuse to let themselves have. They're seeking accomplishment in being less, and doing less, and consuming and spending less so they can soak in the ephemeral brain chemicals that say "you did good by denying yourself this experience." And what happens when they crack? When day 487 of no desserts they feel weak and have a cupcake and hate themselves? And they go back to their hivemind which tells them they were simply weak and need to get back on the horse. It's sad. It's sad to watch.

And it is so very dangerous for how easily people will get sucked in. How extremely easy it is to blur the lines between "healthy, responsible behavior" and "cultish adherence to denying yourself pieces of your own life." They don't recognize that line themselves. Because if you try to bring this up with them, they deflect as if you were suggesting they plunge themselves deep into the opposite obsession. "Oh you think I should just spend every single dime I earn and end up in debt and broke?" "What are you suggesting I just let my health go because it's easier to sit on the couch every day."

No. I just think the narrative around "responsible" behaviors of finance and health needs to address the far-too-pervasive phenomenon of people overdoing it with cultish adherence, and locking themselves out of life, experiences, and joy, because the chemical rush of choke-hold control on their life--(or worse, the fear of slipping and being seen as one of the irresponsible others)--blinds them to the fact that they earnestly want to shrink the one and only life they have to live.

#chrissy speaks

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rae-writes · 2 years

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don’t mind me~

om brothers x poly!reader

wc : 2.k

warnings : nsfw

synopsis : why should you keep your hands to yourself if you’re dating all 7 of them?

a/n : I was basking in slutty vibes while writing this and I enjoyed it. Requested by @your-next-daydream

It’s such a simple touch— the brush of your fingers over his own. Featherlight in nature, he can hardly feel it through the cloth of his gloves, making him grow antsy with the lack of real touch. Lucifer’s gaze cuts down at you, but you’re not deterred by it- you never are. It only fuels you to bite at the glove and yank it off with your teeth. By now, the conversation the first born was trying so hard to keep steady had dwindled as he focused more and more of his attention on the way your tongue poked out to lap at the pad of his thumb. It truly was a mesmerizing sight, one he would’ve knelt down to see; too bad you simply nibbled on the digit before leaving him scrambling to remember what he was talking about beforehand.

Mammon liked the fact that you could always cut his lectures in half when you did this but fuck…you look so good doing it, he can’t help but trace your lips with a jealous growl afterwards

Levi could only watch through his fingers at how sensual the action was and he hoped you didn’t feel how much he was shaking when you held his hand later that day

It was funny to Satan- how much Lucifer could lose his composure when you toyed with him. Don’t get the blonde wrong though, you’ll have to show him what that feels like too

What a deviant, Mc! Asmo fawns over how pretty you looked during your little stunt and winks at his brother; he didn’t even have to teach you that one

Beel just smiles at you, especially if he was being scolded for emptying the fridge again. Oh- he’s blushing? Well, you can’t blame him..you looked really pretty you know?

Belphie, too, likes how flustered Lucifer can get. What he doesn’t like is how you’re keeping eye-contact and smiling at the first born…you know you’re Belphie’s, right?

The snow haired demon has always been easy to fluster, especially when he’s interrupted mid-sentence by your hands trailing up his shirt. Mammon startles, words dying in his throat when your nails press into the skin of his abs— he wants to play it off, to tease you about how of course you couldn’t keep your hands off The Mammon, but he just can’t think properly. His mouth opens only to let out a gasp as your fingers graze his nipples and he can feel his head spinning when you scratch your way back down to his abdomen. Whoever he was talking to is long forgotten- Mammon could’ve been winning millions in the casino and he wouldn’t give a damn, so long as you kept your hands on him- fuck his fucking conversation.

Lucifer should scold you for interrupting his lecture, he really should- but you’re so spoiled… maybe he’ll just let you have your fun with Mammon for as long as you desire

Levi! Is! Jealous! Why does his stupid brother get to feel your touch like that? Why’d you have to do it in front of him? It’s not fair!

Satan couldn’t care less, though he’s a bit miffed that he’s being ignored now. He thinks you spoil that oaf too much- why him of all demons?

Asmo just laughs and laughs- then laughs some more. Mammon’s facial expressions have always been funny; Asmo thinks it’s cute he still tries to deny how he feels even now

Beel didn’t notice at first- he was concerned Mammon had a fever- but then you began laughing, eliciting a few snickers out of Beel once he finally realized what was happening

Belphie was half-asleep during Mammon’s ramble, but hearing your teasing tone makes his eyes snap open. Well, well, well. Why don’t you play with him instead, hmm?

The third born already didn’t want to be there being held up by a random conversation when he could be playing his new game- and now he really didn’t want to be there because if you kept mouthing at his neck he thinks he might actually combust. Your hot breath sent shivers across his body, the light trace of your tongue against his jugular making his knees weak, and when your teeth pressed against his pulse…Levi was latching onto you like a lifeline. Embarrassed whimpers escaped him but not once did he ask you to stop. If you stopped he wouldn’t know what he’d do— the conversation was already at the back of his mind and now you’ve invaded his every sense so please don’t pull away.

Lucifer chuckles, entirely amused by the devilish smirk plastered across your face. Poor Levi, he’ll laugh, but he doesn’t really mean it as he takes his D.D.D out to snap a picture for the gc

Mammon is howling with laughter. He knows he’s always getting flustered so watching Levi get hit with it too just makes his day. Wipes a tear away- still laughing- and high fives you as he leaves

Satan tries to hide his smirk, looking at you in amusement. He’ll actually turn the conversation over to you, making Levi shrivel in embarrassment because now the two of you are talking like nothing’s happening!

Asmo thinks it’s so cute! Your adorable smug expression and Levi’s cherry hued face is just too good to miss out on. He’s whipping out his phone to take a picture too, though he’s posting this one on Devilgram

Beel has no trouble keeping the conversation going- he’s just used to a flustered Levi. Though when you start chomping down on his neck, Beel snickers at his brother’s expense

Belphie, again, was half-asleep and didn’t realize until he heard Levi’s strangled noises. He cracks an eye open, meeting your gaze, and flushes when you wink at him. Move over, Levi! Belphie wants a turn

You acted as if you were trying to be discreet, but the smirk on your face showed otherwise as you slowly rocked your hips over his. Satan inhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the book in his hands. He wanted to shoo away whoever was in the room quickly, but he wouldn’t dare open his mouth in fear of letting out a moan. The previous conversation was nonexistent now- Satan’s clenched jaw left no room for audible words but the feel of you rubbing against him elicited low growls that told you all you needed to know. The ripped page left in his hand from the force of his grip screamed at him, though it wasn’t as loud as the urge to chase after you when you bolted from the room with a laugh.

Lucifer is desperately trying to keep his composure so he doesn’t have to deal with Satan’s wrath, but it gets harder the more you keep provoking the younger. He actually flees with you when the page rips, bouts of laughter rolling from his chest

A smirk is practically glued to Mammon’s face- he loves seeing the others get a taste of your teasing. Though, because it’s Satan, he takes a couple steps back to he can freely laugh without getting hit (bolts when that page rips)

Levi is so fidgety and blushy. All he’s thinking about is what if you did that to him while he was gaming?! Fuck, that sounds hot…stupid Satan! It’s not fair he gets the experience first!

Asmo is snickering behind his phone, dodging and weaving as Satan’s tail tries to swat at him. He thinks the fiery blush on the fourth born’s face is just priceless and he needs to show the others. And if the pictures accidentally get sent to the other four as well, then…oops.

The quiet crunching coming from Beel halts as he admires your boldness. Go, Mc! Look at you being a menace. He thinks he might’ve chuckled a few times, but Satan’s glare shut him up- though he kept the amused smile

Belphie is in Levi’s boat : he wants you to move like that on him (preferably as a way of waking him up). He actually lets the conversation die out too while he tries to think of a way to snatch you up- but when Satan’s page rips, he takes it as initiative to run away with you and keep you to himself

Asmo thinks it’s not fair. It’s not fair how much he’s fumbling over his words at just the brush of your lips over his ear. It’s not fair he’s choking up in his conversation when your hand slips in his pants. It’s certainly not fair how hot you’re making him feel, like you are the demon avatar of lust and not him. Asmo tries to ignore it, to play it off, and laugh at your attempts, but a single curl of your finger inside of him sends his knees buckling in defeat. His previous conversation could not be any less relevant than it is now; as you abuse that special spot of his, soft chuckle swirling around in his head, he actually believes he’s been sent back to the celestial realm.

[surprised pikachu face] just when did you become so bold, Mc? Lucifer is actually kind of impressed you’re going that far during his conversation…maybe he’ll teach you a lesson after

Mammon can’t even look at you, and if he could turn off his ears, he would. What’re ya doin?! He’s tryna talk here! He was yer first anyway! Stop that!

Haha…oh, just ignore the Levi-shaped lump on the floor. He’s fine. Probably. (Mans is embarrassed!! When did you get so bold and why would you make him watch that?! He can’t handle it!)

Satan admires your boldness, but he swears to Diavolo, if Asmo starts getting loud, he’s gonna shove this book down his throat— but don’t worry, Mc, you continue as you please

Beel’s face turns pink and he starts to shift his weight around. When you grin at him, he beams back, forgetting that his brother is basically melting in front of him. Oops.

When? Will? It? Be? His? Turn?! Belphie is jealous and he will throw a fit about it. Mocks all of Asmo’s sounds and smirks when it makes you laugh- he’s ruthless

Beel’s polite as he tries to keep the conversation going- despite his face reddening by the second. You’re practically hidden behind his large frame, but he can still see your wandering hands at the bottom of his peripheral vision, working over the growing bulge in his pants. His words turn breathless the longer he tries to pretend nothing’s happening, eyebrows furrowing when you add pressure to your touch. Your head finally peeks out from behind him, eyes peering up with an innocent sparkle that makes his own widen and his mind scream ‘liar!’. Your body curls around his leg just enough so your tongue can lick a stripe up the imprint of his clothed cock. The action elicits a sharp gasp-growl from his throat and as he watches you hop up and saunter away, he can’t even remember what the hell he was talking about.

Lucifer can see you out of his peripherals and just shakes his head at your antics. Really, Mc? Just what is he going to do with you?...pff- no, he’s not laughing. Not at all.

If he’s honest, Mammon did not even see you at first. He was too focused on the conversation, but when he did catch your hands wanderin around, he blushed. Hard. H-he’s tryna t-talk here, ya know?! …maybe you could do that to him sometime..?

Levi is doing his best interpretation of a tomato and he’s doing it well. The third born is dying in his spot and he’d ascend if you ever did something like that to him- critical hit!

Satan admires Beel for trying to keep the conversation going, but once he sees you peek out from behind his brother, he focuses on your little smug expression instead, chuckling when you run off. Menace.

Asmo saw you coming before you even crouched down behind his brother. And he was silently squealing at your boldness- and when you came around front to lick at Beel? Ooh, darling, you’re giving him goosebumps!

Belphie has one of his irritating smirks spread across his face, making his twin whine about him ‘being mean’. You can’t blame him though, look at the blush on Beel’s face! Ha! Wait…no, why are you looking at him like that- why are you getting closer?! Wait-!

When Belphie tugged you into the conversation, he was hoping you’d take over so he didn’t have to talk. Instead, all he got was a sly grin. Your hands were tame as they smoothed out his sweater, buttoning and unbuttoning, but he started to fidget when they slid upwards. Belphie couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell you to hurry the fuck up and do something or to quit your shit; he didn’t have to. Not when the words lodged in his throat as your hand wrapped around it. Your middle finger rubbed circles over his pulse point, thumb pulling back to trail down his Adam's apple. He found himself being unable to speak even after you'd let go, glaring at your retreating figure for making him feel this way.

The narrowed eyes with the dangerous smirk look? Yeah, that’s the way Lucifer’s watching this go down. Finds it refreshing seeing you put his youngest brother in his place- please, Mc, do continue.

Mammon snorts, grinning sharply at the dark irony of it. You look so good, it’s actually just unfair- not to sound like another brother of his - but shit, Mc…him next? Please?

Levi has a full on anime ‘holy shit’ moment. Then he cracks up laughing, pointing at how Belphie’s face turned bright red (rather than his for once). He wishes he would’ve snapped a picture…will bring this up at dinner

Satan hides his amused smirk well, choosing instead to counter more questions at his brother, knowing it’ll piss him off since the fourth born can obviously see what’s happening. But he’d never irritate him on purpose, of course not.

Unlike his brother who was too busy laughing, Asmo will and is taking a picture of Belphie’s reaction and he absolutely sends it to all your friends. Hm? Oh! Why, yes, he’s the one that convinced you to put it as your lock screen. What about it?

It honestly goes over Beel’s head at first- that is, until his twin starts blushing. Then Beel starts blushing and shuffling his weight around when he notices you’re staring at him…oh- oh that’s your hand sliding up his chest…oh.

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rc-writes · 10 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader

warnings: one curse word i believe, i say y’all one too many times lol

a/n: this was requested by the same irl friend as my other benny hcs! this blog is going to turn into just a benny fan club soon enough lol. but anyways, i would like to say that in the middle of typing this a roach decided to appear out of nowhere in my room 🙃 that was interesting. also not me writing yet more benny headcanons at 1am. like dude it's bad enough you started appearing in random dreams of mine for a few months (like he’d show up for like to seconds and then dip, or he’d just be in the background and not even say a word) but now you won’t even let me sleep??

you and benny had been friends since middle school

which means you guys have been friends forever in your minds

this also means that the idea of benny liking you or you liking him in more than a friend way, and vice versa, was never a thought that crossed either of y’alls minds

for a while at least

since you were friends with benny that also means by default you’re also friends with ethan

and you three, with the occasional rory appearance, most likely spend an insane amount of time together

i’m talking spending full days playing video games or watching movies, grandma weir loving you, having a love-hate relationship with jane, etc.

this leads me to say that there has to been at least one instance where someone though you were dating one of them

or both

which can go one of two ways

either you’re all stuttering, awkwardly trying to explain you’re just friends

or you all laugh it off because that would be ridiculous right?

right?

i feel like if someone was thought you and benny were together he’d be the type to laugh it off

which would lead to you laughing it off as well because once again that scenario never even crossed either of y’alls minds

benny normally flirts with everyone one he sees, especially if they’re the nerd type

it’s like a second nature at this point

so obviously if he never even attempted to flirt with you that means you two are in fact friends, best friends, bros even, and whatever other words that mean friends

until one day benny’s whole universe flips upside down

the gang was fighting yet another monster of the week as per usual

except this entity was particularly nasty and you ended up getting hurt

like i’m talking needing a quick trip to the er kinda hurt

i can imagine trying to explain what had happened was interesting

turns out you sprained your wrist and had a mild concussion

you were going to be fine but the doctors wanted you to stay over night just incase

but no matter how many times you or anyone else said it benny was not listening

you were literally in the hospital, why was no one else panicking??

you are sitting in a hospital bed!!! with a sprained wrist!! and a concussion!!!!

you’d swear you were dying by his shear panic

he’d feel like shit for not being able to protect you

he literally had magic powers so why was this even happening??

you’ve lost count how many times you had reassured him that it's okay, you can take after yourself

i can see him being like stiles in that one episode of teen wolf where stiles fell asleep in the waiting room for lydia until they kicked him out

grandma weir would have to come pick him up and the entire way home she’s all like 👀 because like yes a best friend will get worried about their friend but this seemed like it could be something more

but knowing grandma i think she’d keep her mouth shut and let him figure it out

it’d be funnier that way

and sure enough in the middle of the night benny wakes up in a cold sweat and is like

????

benny short circuits

he decides to ignore that for the time being

but the next day when you’re released from the hospital ethan suggests that they go see you and benny says no

and ethan’s like?? what happened to him thinking you were dying??

eventually benny confesses to which ethan is now even more ????

after some convincing ethan gets benny to go see you

“dude you guys have been friends forever, nothing’s changed”

“‘nothing’s changed’!?!? what do you mean ‘nothing’s changed’?? everything has changed!!”

cue benny being acting so odd once he gets to your place

which confuses and concerns you since less than 24hrs ago he was acting like you were dying

you questioned ethan about it but he quickly and awkwardly said he had no idea

but the fact that he said it in a higher pitch, stuttering, and way over the top about it, made it clear that he did know something

but you dropped because you knew ethan wasn’t going to snitch on his friend

yet, you thought

new mission unlocked for you: figure out what the hell happened to your best friend over night

benny’s new mission was to make sure by all means that you did not find the answer to that

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire x reader #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #mbav x reader

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Mc takes a nap with the Brothers

Lucifer:

Lucifer??? sleeping without fainting from exhaustion??? a miracle just happened

but in all seriousness this would be the most difficult thing to archive because I´m pretty sure instead of blood this guy has coffee running through his veins

and considering his life not a surprise

but if he has to sleep just fall asleep on him he´ll act like you are a pet that choose him as their bed and will just refuse to do anything that could wake you

the chances of him falling asleep are small but at least it will relax him

he´ll usually play with your hair, whisper things he doesn´t have the confidence to tell you when you are awake or just hold you close

Mammon:

he says he doesn´t want to take a nap with you

but we all know he is lying and actually would really like to nap with you

he also pretty much just dies of embarrassment

you guys are just chilling and watching a movie and suddenly you fall asleep?

Mammon will do everything in his power to keep you asleep

unless he fell asleep first than you can be certain that

1.Asmo will find you two and take pictures to embarrass Mammon

and 2. if Belphie and Satan find Mammon they´ll draw on his face (most of the time you are safe though)

Leviathan:

just like Mammon also dying of embarrassment

what will most likely happen is that Levi invited you to play games with him and he just refuses to fall asleep

there´s a 50/50 chance that you will either fall asleep in his bathtub and he has to find somewhere else to sleep (or most likely not sleep at all)

or because you decided Levi needs more sleep you´ll just fall asleep on top of him

which if he was playing a game will make him lose because he will get so distracted by the fact that you just fell asleep??? on him of all people???

he´ll probably get so happy that he won´t even notice that he´s losing

he´ll just pet you and enjoy the time

Satan:

both of you were most likely reading together when you fell asleep

Satan will just put a bookmark in his book, pick you up or just move you closer to him and just pet you or play with your hair

and continue with his book of course

he´ll actually get angry when one of his Brothers would wake you up or just be louder than a whisper

honestly it´s more likely that him trying to murder his Brothers will wake you up more than anything else could

but after his little tamper tantrum (attempted murder) you´ll get cuddles and a nap buddy!

just ignore the blood that may or may not belong to him or someone else

Asmodeus:

if you fall asleep before Asmo he´ll take pictures of you sleeping for his Devilgram and then joins you (if he´s done with his routine)

if he falls asleep before be as quiet as you can be

he get´s really cranky (and murderous) when someone interrupts his beauty sleep

you will get a pass if you cuddle with him and don´t wake him again

as long as you don´t mess up his face mask

he also will not let go of you

either you have to wait until Asmo wakes up or just let him cling to you like a koala bear while you do your morning things

but you still aren´t allowed to wake him up

Beelzebub:

if you fall asleep with Beel near you he´ll just pick you up and carry you everywhere he goes

it doesn´t even matter if anyone was near you he´ll always just take you with him

which is how you end up with situations like you taking a nap on the kitchen counter while Beel is eating

he even took you with him to the gym once

but you will always end up in his and Belphie´s room

even if you did wake up he´ll still take you to his room

if you wake up you just have to take another nap and if not both of you will just nap together

Belphegor:

when aren´t you two napping together?

anyway most of the time both of you can be found either sleeping in you room, the attic or the twins room

but you can also both be found sleeping on the couch, the kitchen, multiple tables and even one time on the roof of the House of Lamentation or the underground tomb

seems like whenever you take a nap with Belphie not matter how Light or Deep of a sleeper you are you will always end up in weird places

but it´s really refreshing to take a nap with him so I´d say it´s worth it

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #obey me brothers #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

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vengeful - v.e. schwab sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : death , violence , language , mental health

‘what a fucking cliche.’

‘envy really doesn’t suit you.’

‘don’t you turn that knife on me unless you plan to use it…’

‘you should have let it go.’

‘you can’t just do that to me!’

‘you’ve been gone for hours.’

‘you never said I had to play fair.’

‘that’s a risk I’m willing to take.’

‘you look like a narc.’

‘it feels like dying.’

‘people have an idea of pain. they think they know what it is, how it feels, but that’s just an idea. it’s a very different thing when it becomes concrete.’

‘I did this. I did this to you.’

‘I am alive because of you.’

‘you think I’m playing god? fine, you play, (name). you decide, right now, who should live. us, or them?’

‘it’s a big world. you’re not the only one with talents.’

‘isn’t it silly to lie when we both know the truth?’

‘I think sometimes you make the easiest choice instead of the right one.’

‘make me the villain of that night, (name). wash you hands of any blame.’

‘a promise you can’t keep is just another lie.’

‘I don’t want you to save me. I want to save myself.’

‘I warned you when we met, I wasn’t a good person.’

‘killing me won’t bring her back either.’

‘think hard. we all have to live with our choices.’

‘the next time you point a gun at someone, make sure you’re ready to pull the trigger.’

‘we survived. that's what makes us so powerful.’

‘blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.’

‘not all family is blood, right? sometimes we have to find a new one. sometimes we get lucky, and they find us.’

‘this isn’t a stupid game. it’s my life.’

‘are you used to getting what you want?’

‘hasn’t it occurred to you that I can protect myself?’

‘in this world, in my world, people get hurt. they die.’

‘people die in every world. I’m not going anywhere.’

‘you want to be more, (name)? prove it.’

‘they may think they’re kings but we’re the power behind the throne.’

‘i’m not a fucking coat, (name). you don’t get to check me at the door.’

‘where I go, you go. we’re in this together. step for step.’

‘did you always know that you had what it took to end a life?’

‘I thought it would be hard, but in that moment, nothing was easier.’

‘you were never one to dwell on the past. I loved that about you, the way things always just rolled off.’

‘every end is a new beginning.’

‘I underestimated you once. I don’t intend to do so again.’

‘the only difference between us is that you naively insist on preserving what I know should be destroyed.’

‘I played god once and it did not end well.’

‘oh no, it will never work between us.’

‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’

‘while I admire how far you’ve come, the fact is, you’re tracking mud into my home.’

‘we can’t shape our past. only our future.’

‘don’t you ever wonder if it’s our fault?’

‘life is more than an equation. a person is more than the sum of their parts.’

‘normal is overrated.’

‘A\a magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.’

‘every power has its limits.’

‘we don’t decide who lives and who dies.’

‘now who’s letting their ideals cloud their judgement?’

‘how quickly we devolve. people become animals the moment they are caged.’

‘if you were superhuman, what would your power be?’

‘ignorance is only bliss if you want to get caught.’

‘i’m still here, still doing what I can, because I want to keep people safe.’

‘never underestimate a woman.’

‘I thought I could save him. I tried. but it didn’t work.’

‘power belongs to those who take it.’

‘sharks come swimming when you make a splash.’

‘that’s quite a talent you have there.’

‘I only hope you’re ready to do the right thing,’

‘you help me, and I’ll help you.’

‘everything’s got a limit. you should find yours.’

‘I don’t feel anything.’

‘oh, sorry, if you thought this was a girl’s-night-out kind of thing where we get drunk and bond, I’ll have to pass.’

‘why settle for one weapon when you can have an arsenal?’

‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back.’

‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back. i’d rather make a new one. a better one.’

‘I thought you were done with hiding.’

‘people can see an awful lot, and believe none of it.’

‘why sit around sulking when you could hurt the people who hurt you?’

‘let’s talk about revenge.’

‘there are limits. I can’t stop nature. can't change it’s course.’

‘whatever’s happened to you, however you’re hurt, you’ve done it to yourself.’

‘oh, I like to think I have a great deal of nerve.’

‘if you had a damn bit of sense you would have run.’

'knowledge may be power, but money buys both.’

‘sometimes subtlety is overrated.’

‘when people stay in the dark, it’s easier to make them disappear.’

‘I don’t want to survive, I want to thrive.’

‘what now? you gonna throw yourself a fucking party?’

‘if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had something against me.’

‘if I wanted you dead, you would be.’

‘whatever you’ve heard, it’s probably true.’

‘is there anyone who doesn’t want to kill you?’

‘how many excuses will you find to vindicate your own stubbornness?’

‘careful is a calculated risk. and I’m very good at making those.’

‘the truth is, there will always be someone stronger than you.’

‘you do what you can. you fight, and you win, until you don’t.’

‘once upon a time, power was determined by linage—- the age of blood. then it was determined by money—- the age of gold. but I think it’s time for a new age. the age of power itself.’

‘let me guess, I’m either with you or against you?’

‘you always preferred being predator to prey.’

‘we just have to lie low until it’s over, and then—’

‘when this is over, you and I are going to have words.’

‘it appears that we are evenly matched.’

‘it always comes down to this, doesn’t it? to us.’

#rp sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #literature prompts #literature sentence starters #vengeful sentence starters #vengeful prompts #v.e. schwab sentence starters #v.e. schwab prompts

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itbe-jess · 7 months

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One of my favorite jokes in the Rayman franchise is Rayman’s body being completely detachable. 😂 Like they acknowledge he’s a very strange, non-humanly being! Just a bunch of floating pieces magnetized together! Let’s say you never knew Rayman in your life, and at first glance, you’d be thinking he’s some sort of unfinished or out of place model. (Trust me. I’ve been one of those fools) But the games make sure to remind us he’s supposed to be like that!

He’s a freak of nature, and I love him!

Unfortunately, we never get any of this humor out of the Raving Rabbids franchise, likely due to the fact that these games aren’t considered real Rayman titles. Although, the closest we got is Rayman removing his own foot to break his TV.

Origins and Legends doesn’t seem to acknowledge Rayman’s limblessness at all. Well, he can still throw his fist and it’s mentioned in one of his debatable backstories, but through the rest of the series, in-universe, it’s all ignored, being passed off as Rayman having invisible limbs instead. For two games centered around comedy, the devs really missed out on an opportunity. C’mon! For his dying animation, I expected better, like him scrambling into pieces, not inflate like somebody’s deviantArt drawing.

Thankfully, the Mario + Rabbids DLC restored this humor!

No arms, no legs, huge features all beautiful! What’s the point of being a funny looking limbless boy if no one’s gonna crack a joke about it?

#Rayman #video games #Rayman 2 #Rayman 3 #Rayman In The Phantom Show #What’s the humorous version of body horror?#BTW I might make some cute headcanons about it. Lol

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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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STAR GIRL

| Lo’ak x F!Avatar Reader |

Summary: on Pandora, danger is always just around the corner, but sometimes it hits a little too close to home

Warnings: angst, dramatic af, descriptions of an animal attack and injuries, THEY'RE REALLY GONNA KISS Y'ALL

dialogue in italics is Na'vi translated to English

chapter four chapter six

Chapter Five

Finally, it feels like you're starting to breathe.

After four more weeks, you've fallen into a rhythm within the clan. You've eased into the Omatikaya way of life. The first clothing you were given is now discarded, as you proudly wear items that you weaved yourself. They're far from perfect, many stitches out of place that have already needed mending, but they're yours.

Your arms and legs are adorned with the most beautiful accessories, some made with your own hand, other's from the Sully's. Kiri crafted the thin, beaded band that rests snuggly around your ankle. Seven colorful stones, one for each member of her family...and you.

Tuk made a bracelet, various dyed strands of twine braided together. And Lo'ak—he's made too many to count. He's addicted to the twinkle in your eye, the glistening adoration focused entirely on him when he gives you a new piece of jewelry. It makes his chest swell, cheeks warming, a bashful dip of his chin when you throw your arms around his neck.

Your days have begun following a familiar pattern. Every morning it's breakfast, then a couple hours of work in the Tsahik tent before Lo'ak pulls you away for training.

Training sometimes seems like a loose term for what you're doing. The two of you race through the forest, swing around treetops, swim in flowing waters, playing games at every turn. It's been...rejuvenating.

When you're with him, it feels like nothing can go wrong. He's firm, but gentle, always murmuring reminders of you can do it, trust yourself, or come on, you got this. He beams when you learn a new skill, pride warming his chest until he fears it might explode.

He pushes you, like the first time you made tsaheylu (bond) with a pa'li (direhorse). You only managed to stay on the animal's back for a mere few seconds before tumbling to the dirt harshly. He had you do it time and time again, until you learned how to urge the beast forward slowly.

When you made your first kill with the bow, he crouched beside you, strong hands guiding yours through the prayer to return its soul to Eywa. That is one skill you took on quickly, nailing arrows in the center of painted targets within only days. The weapon feels natural in your hands, like you were meant to wield it.

You still remember the way he looked at you once it was done, bright eyes slowly turning toward yours, soft smile oozing with pride.

The two of you have these moments. Touches that linger too long, glances that hold just a little too much heat. Lo'ak can't help himself, truthfully he's been enamored with you from the moment he and his siblings found you in the forest. Spending every day with you is a blessing and a curse. He's tormented with wanting you, having you right there, but still unable to reach you.

You've started to mean something more, something deeper that he hasn't yet experienced. It's just beneath the surface, begging for him to pull it free, but something always gets in the way.

Like his brother, the skxawng (idiot). He's always there, no doubt on his mother's order, ready to interfere at every turn. He has warmed up to you slightly, deadly glares have soothed to glowering stares, rude comments simmering to displeased grunts. Even so, he hasn't changed his mind about your status, about the fact that you're an outsider.

The rest of the clan is used to you by now, no longer staring openly but mostly ignoring your presence. They're polite when necessary, a small gesture you're grateful for.

You still visit the lab when you can, unable to fully let go of that piece of your life. It's hard to sneak away, but you manage to find an hour here or there. You've taken Kiri's advice and kept your satchel well hidden, always making sure no one sees when you drift off into the forest on your own.

There's been a shift within you, a change in priority. You still miss home, miss the people you grew up with, but Home Tree is beginning to feel familiar. Comfortable. You've gotten used to the communal living, even learning to appreciate the way everyone is so willing to help. The clan is one huge family, you've come to realize, smaller, tight-knit family units making up a larger whole.

You haven't felt the pull to visit your roots as often, enjoying your time frolicking with a certain forest boy. But on days like today, when there isn't much going on around the clan and he's busy working on something with his father, you find yourself wandering toward the lab.

A bow, one you've borrowed from the stash of discarded weapons used for training purposes, is slung over your chest. You've fallen into the habit of taking it with you, now more aware than ever of the dangers lurking within the moon’s lush vegetation.

Something rustles at your back and you turn, instantly on high alert. You’re now deep in the forest, at least a couple miles from the safety of the clan. Surrounded by nothing but thick foliage and the steady thrum of natural sounds that blanket the area.

A small figure leaps from behind a bush, tiny features scrunched into a snarl. You can’t help but jump at the unexpected presence, taking an alarmed step back.

Tuk rises from her crouched position, head thrown back in a deep laugh. “Oh, Eywa! You should’ve seen your face!”

“Tuk,” You admonish, fingers loosening where they'd clutched the bow slung across your chest, brows furrowing. Your gaze lifts over her shoulder, surprised to see that she's alone. “What are you doing?”

She isn’t supposed to leave Home Tree on her own, let alone venture this far. Your stomach churns with worry, but she merely rolls her eyes.

“I’ve been following you forever! Where are you going? Can I come?” She bounces on her toes, lips pulling into a grin, hopeful eyes twinkling up at you.

Over the last several weeks, you’ve grown close to the youngest Sully. When things are slow moving around Home Tree, she always ends up wandering to your side. She follows you like a shadow, pleading to take part in whatever you're doing. You've found it hard to deny her, the bright twinkle of wonder in her eye reminding you just a little too much of your younger self.

The two of you find ways to entertain yourselves, exploring close to home or playing games within the village. Most nights, you sit by the fire after dinner, talking about whatever her little heart desires. She often feels overlooked by her siblings, and though their age gap is most likely the cause, it wears on her. You offer a listening ear, sprinkling in advice when needed.

These chats have gone uninterrupted, no doubt Jake’s doing. You caught him once, scolding Neteyam, ordering him to be kinder, to give you space to find your own place within the clan. He hasn’t bothered you much since.

Irritation claws at your chest as you peer down at her. You love spending time with the little girl, but it’s been over a week since you last visited the lab. The itch to return home is growing hard to ignore. A sigh falls from pursed lips and your shoulders square, resignation settling in your stomach. Today just isn't your day.

“Come on, Tuk. Let’s get you home.” You offer gently, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to guide her the way you both came.

“What? No! I wanna go on an adventure. I know you were going somewhere fun!” She whines, voice rising with displeasure. She deftly twists free of your hold, spinning until she's bouncing in front of you once again.

“I was just going for a hunt.” The lie spills past your lips easily, though you quickly realize your mistake as her eyes pop wide with intrigue.

“I wanna go hunting! I’m ready, look, I have my dagger right here. Come on!” She jumps up, gesturing to the weapon sheathed at her chest. She grabs your hand and runs, pulling you along with her.

You stumble at her surprising strength, but force her to stop a few strides later. “Wait, Tuk.”

"Come on!" She draws out the last word, high pitched voice echoing through the trees as she tugs against you.

A low growl makes your ears twitch. You stagger forward a few steps as she uses all of her strength to pull forward. You're distracted, head turning from side to side. Something rustles nearby, followed by a loud snap.

"Tuk!" Her name is a sharp warning, whispered at her back as you stop, pulling her toward you easily.

She throws her head back and groans loudly, another low rumble making your head jerk to the side. "What now?"

"Quiet, Tuk!" You hush, fingers wrapping around her bicep to tug her into your stomach. Your hand cups her head protectively, holding it against you.

Your heart thrums against your ribcage, chest tightening with apprehension. Tuk squirms against you, but your hold only tightens. A sudden gasp has you lurching down to her height, afraid she'd gotten hurt. She quickly ducks free of your hold, scampering toward a nearby bush.

You instantly follow, a silent curse twisting your lips. She crouches to the ground, pulling back some of the brush, before turning to grin at you over her shoulder.

"Look, Y/N, it's only a bunch of pups!" She beams excitedly, bouncing a few times as she turns back to the bush.

You bend down beside her, peering through thick leaves. Three small nantang (viperwolf) babies wrestle in the dirt, snarling and nipping at each other. Tuk giggles, enamored with the sight. Your stomach twists, hands beginning to shake where they're clutched around your bow.

Slowly, you lift it over your head, pulling an arrow from the bag at your hip. Your eyes sweep the area, willing yourself to remember the sounds Lo'ak has taught you to listen for.

"That's not what I'm afraid of..." The admission is a quiet murmur at her back as you smoothly rise to your feet.

"What do you mean, Y/N? Oh, Eywa, they're so cute! Come look!"

Your ears flatten, wishing she'd lower her voice. Another low growl has you spinning on your feet, knocking an arrow swiftly as you raise the weapon. The bow moves with you as your body turns slowly, narrowed gaze searching the trees.

A breath catches in your throat, eyes widening as they land on a much larger, much angrier nantang. It's perched on a low-hanging branch in one of the trees just steps away, snout wrinkled in a threatening snarl. Sharpened teeth snap in your direction as it crouches, looking ready to pounce at any moment.

"Tuk." You call, hoping she picks up on the urgency in your voice. "Get behind me, Tuk."

"Huh? Oh, it's fine Y/N. The pups aren't—" Her lighthearted voice cuts off with an ear-piercing scream.

You lurch around, heart plummeting to your stomach at the sight of her on the ground, another nantang growling on top of her. Instantly, your bow is drawn. An arrow plunges into the beast, a pained whimper echoing through the trees as it slumps to the dirt.

You rush to her side, falling onto your knees as you shush her growing cries gently. Wide, panic stricken eyes flit over her small form, assessing for injuries. A thick swallow scratches down your throat when your gaze catches on a crimson puddle spreading into the dirt.

Blood gushes from a long gash in her skin, running from hip to lower ribs. She wails beneath you, chest heaving with erratic sobs.

"Tam tam (there, there), Tuk. Shit." Your hands shake, reddened palms turning toward you. You let out a shuddering breath, willing your racing heart to calm.

The ground beneath your knees rumbles as the first nantang you saw leaps from it's hiding place, razor sharp teeth snapping in your direction. Your gaze tears away from your soiled hands, forcing trembling digits to close around the bow at your side.

The animal bounds forward just as you lift the weapon. The arrow narrowly misses, barely nicking the beast's shoulder. It seems to only increase it's anger, a loud growl twisting your stomach as it closes in on you and Tuk.

With a rough gasp, you shoot another, this one landing square in the beast's heart. A quivering breath echoes through the trees, the forest settling into silence. You return to Tuk's side, one arm sliding beneath her head. She cries out, face screwing in pain, tiny fingers clutching at your arms.

"I know, Tuk, I know." The coo trembles over her as your other arm snakes under her knees. You stagger to your feet, panic tightening your chest. Blood stains her skin and yours, more than you imagined could possibly come from her small body.

You only make it a few steps before something barrels into your legs, knocking you off balance. You tuck Tuk into your chest, turning so your back hits the dirt with a painful thump. She groans lowly, steadily losing consciousness. You heave her limp body off of you, setting her onto the ground as gently as possible.

With a wince, you lurch upright, grabbing the bow that landed beside you. Only a moment later, it's ripped violently from your hold, splitting in two within the jaws of another nantang. It's head lowers, a menacing growl piercing the quiet forest. Your eyes pinch tightly, ragged breaths shaking your chest.

"Fuck." The curse is a muttered sound of defeat.

Your chin lifts, brow furrowing as you hiss at the animal as ferociously as possible. It's clawed feet thump against the dirt before it lunges forward, accepting your challenge. In an instant you lurch to your feet, moving away from Tuk's crumpled body.

It follows, leaping into the air so it's now level with your chest. You duck, sliding onto your knees, fingers clasping a loose arrow as you skid past it. You turn, plunging the pointed end into the animal's stomach as it jumps on top of you.

It snarls and thrashes, the hand-crafted weapon only sinking deeper into its dark flesh. Razor sharp fangs sink into your outer thigh, and you scream.

The sound reverberates through the trees, leaves rustling in it's wake. The beast hangs in the air, whining and twitching, until you slump onto the ground, arrow clattering to the dirt. Your gaze falls to Tuk, now completely passed out in a broken heap on the ground.

An agonized moan splits your lips as you force yourself upright. Pain lashes at your insides, emanating from your leg. Your heart pounds against your ribs, so hard you fear the bones might snap.

With a determined growl, you rip the bag, once filled with arrows but now empty, from your hip. You tear at the strap with your teeth until it breaks, then tie the long strip of material around your thigh, above the deep wound in your flesh.

You crawl toward Tuk, entire body shaking with adrenaline and pain. With great effort, you hoist her into your arms and run.

"Help, I need help!" You don't care that you're speaking Na'vi, you don't care that you look like a crazy woman, you don't care about anything but getting Tuk to the Tsahik tent.

You break through the flora surrounding Home Tree, Tuk still wrapped tightly in your arms. Pure adrenaline is the only thing that made the journey back possible, pure will that she would not die on your watch. Quickly, clan members flock to you, realizing the situation is serious. They surround you, guiding you in a large flock toward the healing tent.

Mo'at emerges at the commotion, eyes instantly blowing wide at the sight of you. She rushes forward, the crowd immediately splitting for her. She rattles off a series of orders, the words far too jumbled for your distressed brain to distinguish. The clan disperses, leaving you with the older woman.

The moment you pass through the entrance, all energy leaves your body. You set Tuk down on a woven mat at Mo'at's gentle urging. You slump forward, trembling arms giving out under your own eight. You nearly falling on top of Tuk in the process, until firm hands grip your shoulders, turning you so that you crumble the ground instead.

"Oh, Eywa, my child." Mo'at bends down to you, hands extended as if to help.

"No." The word is a firm order through pursed lips. A blood-soaked hand moves up to bat her away, chest still heaving from the massive show of exertion. "Tend to her, please."

She nods in understanding, turning to assess her granddaughter. A moment later, the entrance of the tent flaps open harshly, Neytiri bounding to her daughter's other side. Her eyes already glisten with tears before she even lays eyes on her, having been called by the clan.

"No, no, not my baby! Not my Tuk!" She cries, hands moving to cover trembling lips. Her gaze slices to you, though the accusation behind them quickly diminishes at your state.

Your eyes droop, sudden exhaustion weighting you down. A second later, they pop open at the feeling of gentle hands gripping under your arms.

"Mawey (calm), Y/N. I got you." You recognize the light chirp of Kiri's voice as she drags you across the floor. You hadn't even seen her come in.

The sounds of quiet murmuring fill the tent. The three women work on you and Tuk, preparing various healing balms and cleaning your wounds. It's impossible to keep your eyes open. The pain, the worry, the flood and release of adrenaline, it's all too much. As Kiri whispers calming words, you descend into dreamless sleep.

Two days have passed, and you haven't had a moment of peace since opening your eyes.

Jake was the first person you saw, sitting at your bedside when you woke. He instantly pulled you against his chest, arms crushing you in a tight embrace. Gratitude spilled from his lips continuously. At this point, he must've found a hundred different ways of thanking you for saying his daughter's life.

Lo'ak was next, brow pinching at the sight of his father hugging you. For a brief moment, anger clouded his mind. A sick sense of jealousy clawed at his chest for not being the first set of eyes yours saw when they finally opened. He quickly chastised himself, the feeling overshadowed by pure joy, pure relief at seeing you awake.

He hasn't left your side since. Not when his mother and Neteyam came to extend their appreciation, or when the drove of clan members did the same. The great Toruk Makto's daughter was safe, thanks to you, they kept saying. Their perception of you had instantly shifted, it seemed, from unwanted outsider to welcomed guest.

The tightness in your chest hasn't dissipated, though. The feeling that you were the one to get her into that situation in the first place gnaws at you. She's back to her usual happy self already, skipping around Home Tree as much as her bandages will allow. It's soothed the lingering guilt a bit, seeing that her spirit hadn't been effected.

"I can't believe this is all for me." She giggles beside you, shoulder resting against your side.

Your lips pull into a small smile as you peer down at her, running a hand along her hair. You nudge her gently, careful to avoid jostling her injured side.

"You deserve it, mighty warrior." You tease, and she dissolves into a fit of giggles again.

The last several nights have been spent around the fire, music and dancing filling the gathering area of Home Tree. Libations and prayers flowed just as readily. A celebration of life, Mo'at had called it, to thank the Great Mother for sparing Tuk's life. She'd said it was for you, too, for your bravery, but you know the clan doesn't really care about that.

Familiar footsteps approach, your back instantly stiffening. You remove your hand from Tuk's head, instead folding it into your lap. Your eyes raise to meet Neytiri's, surprised to see them glittering with joy, crinkled at the corners as she grins at you.

She hasn't been outwardly hostile since that day in the Tsahik tent. In fact, she's been almost kind, gentle in the way she speaks to you. But this? A smile? She's never once looked at you with such openness, and it's thrown you a bit off kilter.

"Come, dance with us." She extends a hand toward you, but all you can do it stare, lips parting in utter shock.

Your gaze flickers from her hand to her happy expression in question, finally slipping your fingers between hers when she nudges them toward you again. She guides you to your feet slowly, careful to avoid straining your injured leg. Your eyes meet Tuk's over your shoulder as her mother pulls you away. She gives you two thumbs up, and a huge grin as a parting gift.

When you arrive in the center of the raging party, she surprises you again by lightly shoving you toward Lo'ak. His head is thrown back with laughter, eyes closed joyfully. You turn to look at Neytiri in question, but she's already gone. By the time you face him again, his attention is zeroed in on you.

A big, boyish grin overtakes his face. The yellow of his eyes glitters against the crackling fire, shadows dancing across his chest. He closes the distance between you in two strides, abandoning the friends he was talking to without hesitation.

His sweltering gaze leaves yours for a brief moment to glance toward your leg. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

His heart swells when he sees you. His fate was sealed the moment he learned what you did for his sister, the feelings he harbors for you undeniable. He's been glued to your side since, equal parts fascination and worry clouding his mind. He's in awe of you, of the way you used the skills he taught you to defend yourself and his family.

It's caused something to grow within him, the roots of an emotion so deep, so final, it actually scares him.

Your lips part to explain that his own mother deposited you here, when the music suddenly changes. Drums beat quickly, the rhythmic pounding increasing in tempo. Clan members call out excitedly and begin moving in sync. Someone shoves at your back and you wince, stumbling to the side. Pain shoots up your leg, battered muscle giving out under the additional weight.

Strong arms wrap around your waist, hauling you upright. Your fingers wrap around Lo'ak's forearms, side burning where it presses against his chest. Big eyes flick up to meet his, finding that they're already locked on you, shining with something warm.

"Follow my lead." His voice is a calming murmur as he whisks you into the crowd.

At once, a long line forms, pairs of two breaking off. They face each other, breaking into what appears to be a practiced dance. Lo'ak pulls you along, until you're nestled within the formation. His hands drag from your hips, trailing upward until long fingers wrap around your elbows. You shiver at the gentle caress, heart soaring, letting him guide you into position.

He moves back once satisfied, fingertips soothing down your arms until he releases you entirely. He begins bouncing lightly, arms moving above his head before cascading back down with a twinkle of his fingers. You can't help but giggle as his brows waggle encouragingly. A hand moves up to cover your lips, uncontrollable laughter bubbling in your chest.

He circles your wrists, forcing your hands up before bringing them back down in time with the music. You glance from side to side, seeing the rest of the clan doing the same thing. You shake him off, starting the movement on your own cautiously.

"Hey," Lo'ak coos, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes bore into yours, throat suddenly hoarse. "Just look at me, okay?"

You nod absently, swallowing the emotion swelling in your chest. His eyes flick over your face, heavy lids dropping, sending your heart into a frenzy. The yellow of his eyes is molten, orange tinging the edges as the raging fire crackles at your back.

The two of you stay like this for awhile, long past the end of the song. Long after most of the clan has moved on to dancing how they want, you're frozen in place, chests only inches apart. You didn't even notice that the space between you was growing smaller, not until now, when you can feel ragged breaths against your lips.

One of his hands brazenly cups your jaw, not a care in the world that the entire clan surrounds you. The party rages on, no one is paying the two of you any mind, but still, the danger is there.

"Lo'ak..." His name is a breathless murmur, almost too low to decipher. Your gaze drops to his lips, unable to fight the growing desire between your legs.

His head shakes minutely, silently telling you that it won't stop him. That nothing on all of Pandora will stop him from connecting his lips with yours at that moment. Not even—

"Lo'ak, a word?" The tense voice of his mother breaks the spell.

His nostrils flare, jaw tensing at the way you jerk away from him. He watches you curl inward, arms wrapping around your waist as you take a large step back, cheeks reddening. His heart squeezes, eyes reluctantly sweeping toward the interruption.

"Mother, can it wait?" His tone is less than respectful, but he's frustrated. No matter what he does, it seems he can never have a moment of peace with you. He always manages to take one tiny step forward, inching toward the point of gratification, only for it to be yanked away at the last second.

"Now, son." She grabs his bicep, forcefully pulling him behind her as she practically runs away without so much as a glance in your direction.

He stumbles, shoulders tense, but he lets her drag him along. Large, apologetic eyes meet yours over his shoulder, never wavering until he's maneuvered out of sight. Your lips twist with anxiety, hoping nothing urgent happened. A quick glance toward the other side of the fire confirms that Tuk is still okay. She's now accompanied by Kiri, tiny head resting in her sister's lap as they talk.

You quickly make your way toward them, knowing Lo'ak will find you when he's done.

Darkness blankets Home Tree, flora dimly glowing beneath the eclipsed sun. You rouse from your slumped position, eyes blinking sleepily at the sound of clattering beside you. A few stray clan members wander, cleaning up the remnants of the earlier celebration.

Bleary eyes roam the area, realizing that it's nearly empty. A yawn splits your lips as you stretch gently, only noticing the pressure on your lap when you move to stand up. You can't help but smile down at Kiri, still fast asleep with her head perched on your thighs. You blink rapidly, willing the memory of the last minutes of consciousness to return.

The two of you fell asleep, clearly, but where is Tuk? You're surprised that the Sully's would leave Kiri out here with you, a twinge of anxiety building at the unusual circumstances. She grumbles under her breath when you fidget again, large eyes blinking open. In an instant she lurches upright, eyes wide, head swiveling side to side.

"Skxawngs (idiots)." She mutters, running long fingers through tousled hair.

You can't help but laugh, rising slowly to collect your things. The two of you head quietly toward the Sully family tent, Kiri grousing the whole way. Home Tree is nearly silent, the sounds of the forest overpowering the few whispers as the clan turns in for the night.

"See you tomorrow, Y/N." Kiri mumbles with a yawn, rubbing at tired eyes. She staggers a bit as you approach the entrance to her home, seemingly too sleepy to speak in English.

Your lips part to wish her a good night, but a curt voice makes you pause.

"No, absolutely not." It's Neytiri, scolding harshly in Na'vi.

Your questioning gaze meets Kiri's, her eyes widening, instantly on high alert. She grips your arm gently and tugs you to the side, crouching low next to the entrance.

"Mother..." Lo'ak's voice is nothing more than a quiet plea.

Kiri's fingers tighten around you the same moment your heart leaps into your throat. You quickly move to stand. The conversation is clearly intimate and you don't want to intrude, but Kiri jerks you back down.

"You cannot feel this way, my boy." Neytiri's tone softens slightly.

"I'm not asking for your permission—ow!" A quiet thump sounds, and if you had to guess based on their past interactions, you'd say she bonked him on the back of the head. Your eyes widen as they sweep to Kiri, who merely shrugs, looking sheepish.

"She is not one of The People, do you understand me? She will never be one of The People."

Your breath hitches, something dark and painful lodging in your chest. They're talking about you, the realization landing like heavy stones in your stomach. Her words settle over you, weighting you down with the implication.

He's just confessed to his mother, given a name to the unyielding tension that's been brewing for two months now, and she rejected you.

You lurch to your feet, arm ripping free of Kiri's tight hold.

"Y/N—" She pleads, standing to her full height beside you.

Your vision blurs, ragged breath catching in your lungs. Your stomach flips and you stumble, panic gripping you swiftly. Every expectation, every lingering glare, every cold shoulder the clan has given you suddenly feels more pointed, more jagged.

You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But after the last few days, after all the training, you'd stupidly let yourself believe this place could feel like home. The realization sinks into your heart, the knowledge that no matter what you do—how hard you try—it will never be enough.

You turn on your heel, and run.

Ignoring the burn in your injured leg, the echo of your name, you don't stop. Tears streak down your cheeks, pent up emotion finally releasing after all these weeks. You feel like such a skxawng (idiot) for ever thinking the clan would accept you. For ever thinking there was anything you could do to change the fact that you've got demon blood coursing through your veins.

"Y/N!" Lo'ak's voice is desperate behind you.

You nearly fall, feet catching on an upturned root as you break through the tree line. The sound of your name on his lips constricts your heart, a sob clawing it's way to the surface. Your chest tightens, fingers roughly swiping away falling moisture.

"Y/N, stop!" He's getting closer, but you can't speed up, injured thigh throbbing in protest.

In an instant he's at your side, gripping your arm tightly to stop you in your tracks. He jerks you around to face him, expression crumbling at the sight of your torment.

"Oh, Y/N." Large thumbs smooth under your eyes, clearing away the signs of your sadness. His chest aches, knowing he's made you feel this way, knowing he's gotten you into trouble again.

If he'd just kept his mouth shut, if he'd only been able to shove down the admiration that'd become overwhelming, neither of you would be in this position. He waited too long. He kept you at arms length to protect his own silly fears, his own hesitation to allow himself the only thing he'd ever truly wanted.

He can't stop screwing up, no matter what he does, and it hurts.

Strong arms wrap around your middle. You collapse under his presence, under the comfort you feel you can no longer accept. Your knees buckle, and he goes down with you, tucking into the earth like it's where the two of you are meant to be.

He pulls you in, scooting across the dirt until you're perched on his lap. His legs are folded beneath him, yours wrapped loosely on either side of his hips. Warm palms cup both sides of your neck, fingers gently urging your head up toward him.

"Baby, what is it?" He knows you've heard his mother's words. He recognizes the blazing turmoil of rejection glistering in your eyes all too well. But still, he has to ask because maybe, just maybe, you'll let him try to fix it.

His eyes are too bright, too intense when you meet them. Your chest tightens at the term of endearment. It slices through your chest like a serrated knife, a reminder of stunted potential. Your gaze falls back to your lap, unable to withstand the blistering heat of his undivided attention.

"I—I can't Lo'ak..." Your voice wobbles, a single tear tumbling over your waterline.

“Please.” He shakes his head, feeling his stomach churn at your dismissal. He hooks a fingertip under your jaw and pulls your face back to him. “Don’t turn away from me.”

You blink up at him, moisture momentarily clearing to reveal glistening yellow. He bores into you with everything he has, all restraint gone. He wants you to feel it, to see how much he cares for you. His fingers soothe down the side of your throat, sliding to wrap around the base of your skull.

“I see you. I don't care what anyone says.” The words are barely a whisper, floating on the breeze so gently you wonder if he's even said them at all.

You eyes fall closed, pinching tightly as a pained breath falls through downturned lips. Your insides swell and tighten, too many emotions warring at once.

“Lo’ak.” His name is a broken plea, to stop or continue you aren't sure.

His fingers tighten around the back of your neck, gently pulling until your eyes have nowhere to go but his. “I. See. You.”

He accents the promise with a dip of his head, lips descending on yours. It's nothing more than a featherlight caress, a tentative question. Soft lips waft over yours, begging for permission. Your body has no choice but to respond, the weeks up pent up yearning exploding within your chest.

A hand presses against his shoulder before smoothing up the side of his neck. You arch into him, a rough sigh shuddering into his waiting mouth. You pull him closer, lips slanting over his. He groans, returning your passion tenfold. His heart thunders against his ribs and he shifts beneath you, unable to stop himself from jerking your hips closer.

"Wait." You suddenly gasp, ripping your lips away harshly. You try to stand, but his arms tighten around you. Your head shakes in protest. “Don’t do this.”

She will never be one of The People.

The words echo in your mind, a slash to the heart with each syllable.

“Y/N…” He whispers your name pleadingly, boring up into you. You're curling inward, and it crushes him. It twists his heart, tightens his stomach, makes a ragged breath cave through his lungs.

“You’re supposed to be with one of The People, Lo’ak.” Tears well up all over again, and you turn away, body falling limp in his arms. It's clear he isn't letting go, and you don't have the energy to fight.

His eyes round, hand cupping your jaw to gently pull your attention back in. He forces a swallow down a hoarse throat. He's scared, terrified that you're going to reject him. That you'll deny him the only thing he's wanted since he met you.

“There’s no one else.” His lips quiver under the emotions swelling in his chest. "There's never been anyone else."

Your heart shatters, eyes flicking between his. They're searching, looking for any hesitance, any hang up he's withholding when it comes to wanting you. It's clear, as your gaze bores into his, that there is none. This boy wants every piece of you, despite what everyone else is telling him. Despite the fact that you're an outsider, demon blood surging through your veins.

He wants you. He wants you. He wants you.

Without warning, your lips crash against his. He responds instantly, arms winding impossibly tighter around your back. You're flush against him, not an inch of space between you. Your hands cage the sides of his neck, fingers smoothing up into thick braids. He shivers beneath you, a pleasured groan wafting past his lips.

Suddenly, he rises onto his knees, hands clasping around your hips. A gasp tears up your throat when strong fingers trail down your thighs, hiking your legs higher onto his waist. Your core skims the hardened length shielded by his loincloth before settling against his lower stomach. You tremble, the promise of something more sending a ripple of anticipation up your spine.

When he pulls away to pepper wet kisses down your neck, you grip his hair, forcing him back so you can see his face. He growls low in his chest, the sound landing between your thighs. They clench around him, a motion that doesn't go unnoticed. Hooded eyes lazily meet yours, his chest heaving against you.

"Oel ngati kameie (I see you)." You whisper, watching the words settle over him.

His lips pull into a slow grin, eyes glinting with pleasure. Joy swells in his chest, overpowering all the worry, the anxiety, fear of the unknown. A chuckle of disbelief rumbles in his chest and he absolutely beams.

"Say it again?"

You do. Again and again you praise him, show him how much he means to you with the words he's been desperately waiting to hear his entire life.

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