#requital tails

[belongsinthetrash]

If you told me 3 years ago that I would be obsessed with Sonic.exe like I was when I was twelve, I'd legit punch you hard in the teeth. /srs

#friday night funkin #vs sonic.exe #xenophanes #lord x #majin sonic #sunky.mpeg #sanic.exe #tails doll #fleetway sonic #fatal error #needlemouse #starved eggman #coldsteel the hedgehog #hog fnf #scorched fnf #requital tails #x-terion #christ that was too many tags for a low quality meme post

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.2

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; easiest sail of your life or standing on the line of death

word count; 2.1k | chasin chaos masterlist

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; We made it passed finals,

04:00 came too quickly for your liking you felt like you hadn’t got an inch of rest even if the feeling was nowhere rare nor new to you as you crouched near one of the normals you had decided to recruit for the mission the rest scattered all around the roof of the main building one eye shut another wide looking through the scope of your sniper a silencer attached to the barrel finger scattering to squeeze the trigger as the body of a shade dropped dead it was ironic you thought when you went over the file and quickly made your distaste known to the knock off shadows it was a second too late you were off your usual statistics even if it was pitch perfect to the average eye it was off to you

“Gaz what’s your visual?” You hear Prices gruff voice over your coms waiting out to hear the next move while your normals wait on your word you can see the harpy hybrid further away perched on a satellite talons digging into the disk his strong weighted wings perched well over his shoulder only for the fact you were looking for him because you wouldn’t of known he was there if you didn’t

“It’s sunny out, we’re looking peachy.” The rich warm skinned man replied trucker hat fixed fitted around the perimeter of his head protecting his eyes from the blaring sun that was beginning to set and when the new set of shades came to take over shift from their comrades to see a good chunk of them fallen the game of silence would be over and you’d be able to make noise

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“Ghost?”

“Heard. I’ll clear the rest of the way, I’ll keep things under wraps.” The wraith stood next to Soap back pressed against the side of a building gear all black and fitting covering all skin opposite of himself who had on a short sleeve, bulletproof vest, and cargo pants that dipped in the back from his well weighted tail his voice still carrying even through his hard skull mask and a hood that covered the back of his head along with his back side exactly what he would expect the grim reaper to the brunette thought pulling his bottom lip between his teeth

“Then clear the way. When there’s an opening, that’s your cue Soap.”

“Copy. I finally get to see ya strut ya stuff Lt.” The Scott grinned at his superior canines on full display practically gazing into skull even though the man didn’t requite the eye contact himself paying the sergeant little to no mind his own gaze focused elsewhere that being on his gloved hand the subtle sound of Velcro straps being undone a sound that the soldier didn’t quite focus onto

“Ain’t a runway Mactavish”

“No? Could’ve fooled m-” The small sound of fear mixed with ambition slipped from Johnnys lips blue eyes two times as wide and pupils shrinking twice in size when Simon snatched the thick fabric from his fingers nails slightly pointed representing claws even if they were shorter than your average hybrid with claws or talons the tips of his pale hand dark slowly getting lighter as it traveled up his arm shadows singing a similar sound to when you cracked open a two liter of soda and got the first cup even though the ‘fisssss’ and ‘shhhhh’s wasn’t the least of comforting to those on the opposing side when the brunette went to open his mouth the blonde denied the request before even looking it over

“Shut it.” He responds placing his hand deliberately over the worn reddish brown bricks smoking shadows gently traveling from the tips of his fingers before the brown eyes lieutenant applied more pressure veins straining against his flesh even though he felt no discomfort the amount of shadows doubling as they traveled up and around the building hissing gently as it went to soon cause chaos and destruction

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The site of shadows slipping through the floor of the enemy base was quite literally a smoke signal in itself as you see soldiers fall black wraps engulfing them the act of struggling to untangle themselves utterly useless it stunned you a little even though you weren’t yourself affected the sight of shadows out in the field was a sight in itself you fight a grin off your face settling for a smirk and make sure to mutter into your coms ‘show off’ before jumping down from the side of your building along with two soldiers abandoning your post the rest of six according to you headcount still cover ground from above but it’s not enough shades are crowding all around with guns that put hybrids down after one hit at least you knew now that they didn’t have any hybrids of their own forcing you to press your back against a wall after bullets fly past your temple one of your soldiers Red in the same position behind you and the other Tank crouching up against a wall across from you both you curse underneath your breath muttering into you mic

“Gaz, it’s flatline.”

“I know deity, what do you need?” The voice rings back not two seconds later and across the field Soap perks up the sign unfamiliar to him he’s interrupted before he can pounce on it

“Their coming faster than my privates can throw em, need a window to get my soldiers to the main building”

“Go now.” Ghost speaks up from beside the shadows on the wall are darker than before and their are even some slipping through the slits of his eye holes from his mask and when the lieutenant finally turn to face the sergeant his eyes are fully black and along with his eyes there’s shadows seeping from his covered lips this was more than the grim reaper this was death Soap didn’t know his expression carried shock until he went to grin almost unphased yet his voice told a different story

“Shit Lt… yer gonna be a tough act ta follow. But watch me alright?” The brunettes clothes begins to rip as he hunches over the sound of bones creaking and snapping as his canines make themselves known the act almost to swift for the blondes eyes to follow before he’s three times bigger in size ears shifted to sit almost atop of his temples, thinner coats of fur placed on the fronts of his arms traveling down to his hands yet not reaching his palms mohawk a bit longer and beard a bit thicker

“I’ll put on a good show”

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“Run they’ve got a wolf!” You move out of the shadows quickly watching shades scatter around as things clash and shake you take your window without a thought pushing until you’ve made into the building alarms blaring yet it’s fairly empty only few soldier remaining that you could see you give your sergeants a look signaling them over with a tilt of your chin and they obey

“For now, we’re one in sync.” They nod look of confusion shining beneath the look of loyalty as you hold your palm out placing it on the area of their foreheads until their faces is covered now mirroring yours the body of a bird sitting in between the area of your eyebrows and the beginning of the nasal bone the head resting in the middle of the forehead one wing stretching around the eye the tips of the wings burning red yet it’s inner body a bold orange and the other stretched over the opposite one tail kicking out to swing over the area of the cheek down to the chin a true sign of the phoenix

The three of you split Red takes out two shades with nothing but the wield of her fists the act of the neck bones cracking under her fingertips while Tank opts for his pistol no matter is its bashing the butt in someone’s skull or shooting a bullet between their eyes the shades don’t know what the hell hit them but it fucking hard as you walk down hallway your fingers drag alongside the wall and you stop gently at the sight of shadows crawling over the wall the timing is almost perfect as an unwanted crowd stand across from you before you can even open your mouth bullets spray your shoulder is grazed as the rest of them are suddenly stopped in mid air black smoke wrapped around them as you and the shadows interlink and hold hands

“You have, exhausted my patience.” You state lowly with a twirl of your fingers before sharply pinching the bullets into makeshift spears pushing them out with force the shades try to retreat but at the end they are still, lying dead on the cold cement floor a burnt red and orange bird mask covered face the last thing they see

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“Rats are jumping ship… keep a few alive we need the intel. Gaz, eyes on Soap?”

“He’s makin’ a scene in the center yard” The crow hybrid huffs out a chuckle a small grin resting on his face perched on a side of a building brown feathered wings spread across his back while the werewolf huffs a grin on his face before responding into his mic connected by the collar around his neck defending his honor to his lieutenant

“Not for nothin’. Destroyed the drive captain.”

“Good, get to the extraction point.” Price speaks up before dying out just as quickly while Gaz dives to the ground his wings strong going against the current of wind with a ‘swoosh’ and the canine baring hybrid didn’t stutter in steps making his way over to the harpy with a smirk before it dropped confusing the brunette as he inched towards the skull wearing lieutenant

“Haven’t heard from Deity Lt.” Gaz muttered eyebrows furrowed and Ghost’s shoulders are up and tense more than they were before and as he turns to switch on his coms Price beats him to it having overheard the harpy since he left his own line open

“Deity, what’s your status?” With not a slip of the tongue for you the captain repeated into the radio

“Deity how copy?” The complete silence on your end made them wary you weren’t an easy one to take down let alone to be took down at all so why the hell weren’t you answering your damn coms to your captains calls

“Deity” The wraith growled out now order direct and firm even if you were his downright equal you could hear the hulking echo slightly and before Gaz is taking off to cover ground from above they see the silhouette of your mask before they see you your feet a somewhat dragging behind you as you carry the weight of a three thousand pound missile over your back with a body hunched over your shoulder while you lug them both finally able to drop what you came here for, your mission you set the body on its feet staring sharply into its eyes Tank it was Soap recalled yet the position of the soldier standing up straighter with every passing moment until he was letting out a breath nodding his raven colored head of hair confused the Scott was he not just injured? Did he not just look like utter shit slung over your shoulder mere minutes ago? And was that blood smeared around his lips? The uncertainty of it all made him itch while Kyle was quick to come to your aid that you waved off before he could inch to close it confused him it was unusual to say the least I mean sure you’d roll your eyes to the point he’d tease they’d get stuck but outright refusing was rare he didn’t push it though chalked it as the adrenaline from the mission hadn’t gone yet

“Can you lug around three thousand pounds, half a mile” Your eyes were hooded yet sharp as you turn to question the mohawk wearing mutt gaze piercing through him that reminded him of a skull wearing lad and he stares at you for a second before cracking that grin nodding his head but you don’t spend an extra second before murmuring to your privates who go to regroup with the rest of their equals before you begin the walk trailing besides Ghost reaching to give him something that Soap can’t quite see before he realizes it’s a part of gloves when he’s shoves them over his fist the sight of you both with black hoods that sway behind your back the side view of the the Grim reaper and Phoenix was truly ethereal and by the look in Gaz’s eyes

He agrees

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I’ve been on break since Tuesday @ 2:30pm we’re gonna act like im not posting this on Saturday @ 9am 😊

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[ryker-writes]

Hello! If you have the time and energy, can I request hcs for the Scarabia, Pomefire and Savannaclaw gang finding out that the reader has a crush on someone from their dorm but it isn't them? The reader actually has a crush on one of the NPCs, and that NPC requites the reader's feelings. How would they react?

It's ok if you don't want to do this also. No pressure

-💀💅

You really want the sad boy hours huh? That's okay because I happily write them <3

also some of the NPCs do be kinda fine tho-

Request rules and Masterlists

Leona:

super smug when he finds out you like someone in Savanaclaw

he won't say anything but he's very sure it's him

he's just so great so of course you would like him

Leona even teases you lightly about your crush

until he finds out who it is

and then he's both very upset and confused

how could you like that guy?

he's just some brute and wouldn't treat you right

but then you tell them and he accepts your feelings...

Leona is angry

that student has way more spelldrive practice then usual and it's more intense

Leona is keeping a close eye on you and the student

if somehow he thinks they are treating you badly he is stepping in and stopping it

Ruggie:

when he finds out that you have a crush on someone in Savanaclaw, he's not immediately going to assume it's him

but he absolutely wants to know who

once he finds out it's someone else he's a little heartbroken but won't show it

instead he'll just go along with it and support you with your crush

the student returns your feelings and Ruggie is happy for you

even though he's crushed on the inside

he's going to stick by you and make sure they don't hurt you

Jack:

you have a crush on a Savanaclaw student?

he won't assume it's him, but that means there's a chance it's him

the tail is wagging

his behavior won't change until he knows for sure who you like

and when he finds out, the tail has stopped wagging

Jack won't say anything and he'll support you with your crush, but he's very sad

when they return your feelings, he's happy for you

but he will accept it and eventually move on

sad puppy

Kalim:

the thought that it could be him doesn't even cross his mind

automatically assumes it's someone else and is excited to find out who

Kalim wants to help you with your crush

so he's going to be chatting with your crush before you even confess

and when you both express your feelings for each other, Kalim is happy for you two

it isn't until he sees you acting like a couple with them that he starts to get a weird feeling

and somewhere in the back of his mind he wishes he could do that stuff with you

Jamil:

he would like to think your Scarabia crush is him, but he's not going to assume

he's very careful afterwards

Jamil will try to figure out who it is, but also may slightly test the waters by saying something vaguely flirty to see if you react

when he finds out who it is, he's very upset but good at hiding it

he will carefully observe your crush and how they act with you

may or may not make plans and set ups that frame your crush in a negative light

he can treat you so much better than that guy

Vil:

at first when Vil hears that you like someone in Pomefiore, he's assumes it's him

he is the most beautiful after all

plenty of people are in love with Vil so it's only natural that you would be too

but when he find out it's not him...

he's offended

how dare you like that little nobody instead of him

but he'll act all nice and supportive of you

and when they accept your feelings he's very bitter

that Pomefiore student now has so much more work to do

Vil is very passive aggressive towards them

they are now held to a very high and almost impossible standard by Vil

Rook:

once he finds out you like someone in Pomefiore he's doing his research

even if you don't tell him who he will find out

he needs to know

Rook will end up knowing more about your crush than you do

he will help you with your crush, but that doesn't mean he accepts your crush

you deserve the best and he's gonna make sure you get it

once your crush returns your feelings, he is keeping a very close eye on them

and he may threaten them if he feels they aren't treating you right

they won't be able to escape Rook if they tried

Epel:

he won't assume your Pomefiore crush is him

but he clings to the chance it might be him

suddenly Epel is trying harder to impress you

until he finds out who it is

he's heartbroken when it's not him

he wants to support you, but it's hard with how heartbroken he is

Epel may distance himself for a little bit to try and get over himself

but he'll come back because he still cares about you

he may try to fight your crush if he thinks they aren't good for you or treating you right

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[qvrcll]

I have a prompt for you, if it makes u feel inspired! Reader is human, grew up with the sully boys (like Spider) but as her life was in danger, she transfers to her own avatar. The boys (+ Kiri if you'd like!) help her adapt? With lots of physical touch stuff and pining maybe- its all up to you! Thank you!!!

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — (SULLY BOYS + KIRI) ʚ ɞ

✰༉ — (avatar : twow) -> drabble !

-> cw. ࿐ gn + non sully + human -> navi reader

-> auth notes. ࿐ omg tysm for this req , i really enjoyed writing this idea — i hope u enjoy ! ^^

-> characters. ࿐ neteyam , lo’ak + kiri sully (♡⃕)

-> warnings. ࿐ tiny bit of angst , might contain spoilers ! injury warning

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NETEYAM . ༉‧₊˚

` don’t be afraid, i am right behind you ` .

ଘ human form — he is agile, it is no secret. navi bodies are sinewy and cut from a general, visual audit. but neteyam is kind and slow when it comes to you — he will often curb his pace when you assay or strain your body too much. as an after-stroke, you share bodily sagacities of your own capabilities or struggles ( i.e. your inability to breathe pandora air — as a requital for the info you share, he will aid you in finding masks to breathe suitably + check in on you ) he is unconditional in his love and sacrifice for you, despite the visible difference in aspect, he makes up for it with connection and patience. upholds a lot of interest in human strength + bodily capabilities, so expect a lot of physical touch if you allow him it. he would try to shield you from harm’s way from a lot of things, take the blame for countless misgivings. i also see him as a massive sucker for your hands / feet; he’d find it adorable how soft and small they were compared to his. however, he isn’t a machine — his frustrations will come belting after a tough day, ties of “it’s hard slowing down always, okay!” and when you visibly pull away in hurt and confusion, he will seek you out and apologise. apologise first and foremost. then, if you give way, he will draw you close and exude his frustrations with his family. and when you giggle, let him know that you trust him. grab his hand. rub his knuckles till they’re warm and oozing with an amity unmatched. expect tears, love and a bond re-strengthened, twisted and woven into new.

` your tail , it’s longer . hey , you’re still smaller ! ` .

ଘ navi form — i reckon it’s due to battle wounds / misgivings that you would have to ultimately switch to navi — he’d find you in a heap between shrubs and vegetation, huddled and breathing all too loud. when the transference process occurs, this kid is all tears and fear — he is at your side at any give able moment. it is initially hard for him to deliberate on the change; as eywa twines around the small of your naked back, embosoms your body and counts you for new, he sees life being surged into a newer body. similar to his mother in the first film, he will bid farewell to your old body and render the patch of skin with love and devotion, an orison from eywa. then, after the overhaul, your similarity in nature is easily similar — your height had doubled and your hips had snapped to within a couple of inches. whilst his siblings are less altruistic with their giggles and amusement when you trip over wet, soft shrubs or aren’t accustomed with your legs, he will stunt his speed and carry you with both his hands. just as you had once been patient in fashioning a bond with the sully boy, he will shirk hours upon hours teaching you efficacious routes, how to stretch your legs past the horizon. he would be very verbal + compassionate, a constant string of “come on, let’s do it again.” due to your inexperience with your navi body , he’d be hesitant to amass the same physical touch as he did before , but when you tell him you miss him, best believe his heart is swelling and he won’t keep off you. definitely praises you when you overcome a particularly hard challenge or recuperate from an emotional defeat — ready to jump from the heights of the mountains when you do.

LO’AK ౨ৎ ࣪ . ⊹ :

` you’re short . cute . come , follow me ` .

ଘ human form — heavily influenced by his carnal interests in humans, in you — he isn’t foreign to the aspect of your body, when he is already close to spider. he understands their basic strokes and interests and motivations. how your heart beat is amassed. how your feet and hands are smaller. he’s a grabber for sure, constantly feeling your pinkies or thumbs, stroking the back of your palms, having you raw and flustered for him. on a certain occasion, he had grabbed you effortlessly and swung you onto his lean shoulders, giggling the entire time you are punting his back. he would also be very open to bring you to every inch’s worth of pandora if he was able to — for now, the forest was his heart’s domain ( he makes sure your escapades are safe and secret ). i reckon he’d love your eyes — they’re smaller and glassy, like two globes. he wasn’t always this artless — in the mere happening’s of your relationship, he was rather quiet and kept to himself. it was a certain turning point that depicted that pleasant change; helping him with chores or painlessly kicking him out of harm’s way. he’d be surprised, with your stature already lacking a far way off his, yet your heart was strong. mighty. and half of his already.

` you’re beautiful … but still cute . and smaller ` .

ଘ navi form — i would see him as less than capable of keeping still in battle — he’ll want to be here and there and do this and that, that he’d ultimately blur the line between it and your inability to perform certain things. i reckon it’d be something small, like a slip, or miscalculation in a certain route, and your mask cracks beyond relief or you twist your ankle and are barely conscious as you grit your teeth. i’d see him scooping you up and booking it for the lab — there is a redundant existence of a few avatars and he’s sweat and bones and a little boy holding all your weight, towering above your wheezing body as he plugs you in and withstands his father’s words. the only thing on his mind would be the smell of your blood and struggles, how “it’s my fault… mine…” — after the process, he’d be more than happy to support your quavery limbs and blurry vision. in the future, i’d definitely see him as a trial and error sort of individual + a lot of silent affirmation, presence to keep you grounded. loves, loves, loveeees your ears + tail, he thinks they’re true insight into your deepest wishes and the slightest twitches have him smirking. this cheeky boy would definitely do the most to keep his hand on yours at most times, heart rate hurdling. but he’d spend a life time protecting your honour and life, still that boy eagerly palming half of your heart.

KIRI ・⸝ . 𖥔

` what is a pinkie ? come , sit. tell me ` .

ଘ human form — absolutely enamoured by you. after befriending spider, she is intrigued by humans, having had a human mother. i reckon she’s incredibly inquisitive with your true nature. she doesn’t strike me as an individual to constantly remind you of the difference between you and her; the obvious dissimilarity between the two of you is squashed immediately when you pose your deepest respects for eywa and her countless creations. her verdure. her strength. her heartbeat, mighty. she finds no hesitation confiding in you of her origins or her ‘weirdness.’ she does tend to close off from you in select portions of emotions, when she too overwhelmed. but when she sees you, set apart from the countless, tall beings around you, digging your toes in the sand and painstakingly trying to blend into the noiseless background, she’ll join you. she’ll guide your hand to the heightening marshes or breathing strands of grass. her favourite part of you is definitely your personality + ability to adapt.

` your heartbeat is strong , still , like her ` .

ଘ navi form — i assume since she’s almost always subsumed in lo’ak’s escapades into the deepest inches of the forest, you would take a tumble or wander too far from her eye, whilst she’s synchronous with the life around her. it takes her several minutes to gather herself and place her tremulous hands onto your chest, feeling your heartbeat lodged deep within your bones and flesh — she knows you have more to give. your body is a vessel of energy, where is it borrowed and exchanged for when it is appropriate. so i reckon she wouldn’t find it strange at all when you transfer over to navi. she would definitely need to get used to the similarity in height + appearance, but she would be excited to show you the countless other things connected to eywa + pandora. definitely not as much of a toucher as her brothers but loves holding your hand + braiding your hair into protective styles. jealous when lo’ak or neteyam try to buy your time -> would never say it out loud but her body language is clear and booming. spends entire days teaching you + hugging you tightly when things go off radar, silent and understanding because the feeling of you always chases her.

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[rainyweeds]

Always have

Pairing: Lo'ak x Reader

Summary: You find yourself falling for a boy who doesn't quite feel the same way. Not until you spill your feelings during an argument with him.

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited Love, Arguments, Hurt/Comfort, Probably Some Swears, Eventually Requited Love, Fluff

A/N: I felt like Lo'ak needed some love (And a couple comments) so here it is! I really tried I promise. So enjoy! (Update about Home is where the heart is at the end)

@yawntutsyip who wanted to be tagged 🤭

The moment he and his family arrived. You felt something. Something that could only be described as weird. But not in a bad way, no. Your heartbeat quickened and your palms felt sweaty. Even when your mother walked up to him and displayed his five-fingered hand, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

"My children will teach yours." Your father spoke. Ao'nung only scoffed while Tsireya smiled. You remain silent, helping the family take their belongings to their marui. After they settled down, you and your siblings pull the kids out and towards the ocean.

The three of you jumped in, assuming the newcomers would follow right after. As you swam deeper, you turned to wave them over. But they don't seem to understand because they immediately point to the surface, swimming up for air.

'What's wrong with them?' You sign to your siblings.

'I don't know' Ao'nung signs back.

Tsireya starts swimming back up towards the others, signalling for the two of you to follow. You break the surface, inhaling a short puff of air. When you see three siblings gasping for air, you can't help but let out a small laugh. They really are like babies.

"We can't understand your... finger talk." One of the boys wiggled his fingers.

"We will teach you." Tsireya led everyone to a rock.

And so you did. Meeting up with the family everyday to teach them the basics of living in Awa'atlu. Although the process was long and tedious at times, you watched them all grow into fine young divers. You even formed some sort of friendship with each of them. A few more than others.

Kiri was a natural when it came to bonding with her surroundings. So you didn't really feel the need to watch her as closely as the others. Instead, you'd show her some of your favorite places underwater.

You would always take time out of your day to play with Tuk whenever you had the chance. The young girl absolutely adored the water and always sat with Kiri when you'd go out on your ilus.

Neteyam wasn't much of a talker which you were grateful for. It made talking with him so much easier. Being on the more quiet side yourself, you found his presence calming. Exactly how you imagined an older brother would be.

And Lo'ak. Eywa everything about him was mesmerizing. His eyes, his laugh, the way he would face everything head on. It felt like the two of you had much more in common than with any of the other siblings. With both of you being the middle child, you were often overlooked by your parents.

"Thanks for watching Tuk for a little while. Everyone was kinda busy." Neteyam smiles as he bends down to pick up his younger sister.

"No worries! I love playing with her." You smile back.

As the two of you begin walking back to your maruis, you hear arguing in the distance. Neteyam quickly sets Tuk down and makes his way to the noise.

"How about we get you home?" You offer the younger girl your hand. She happily accepts it as she skips the rest of the way home.

When you drop her off, you quickly sprint over to where Neteyam had previously walked off to. Only to see him and Lo’ak fist fighting with your brother and his friends.

“What happened here?!” You run over to Kiri.

“These knuckleheads decided to get into a fight.” The girl sighed. You look back at the group to see Lo'ak getting dragged back by his tail, hissing in pain. That had to have hurt.

"How could you get into a fight with them?" You watched as your father scolded Ao'nung. Despite not being involved in the fight at all, you and Tsireya were forced to sit off to the side and listen. "And why didn't you do anything?" He finally finished scolding the boy, but instead projecting the frustration onto you.

"Me? What could I have done? They're all taller than me!" You snap back defensively. Normally, you would bow your head in shame and apologize. But this time, you genuinely had no idea what you could have possibly done wrong.

"You should have at least tried to break them up instead of standing there!" He raised his voice. You physically recoiled at the sudden shout, ears lowering. Your father wasn't one to yell but when he did, it scared everyone.

"Yes father. I'm sorry." You can't look him in the eyes as tears begin to well up.

"Dismissed." He waves the three of you off. You immediately rush out of the marui. With no particular destination in mind, you find yourself sitting in the large forest behind the village.

You silently sit on a tree branch far away from the clan. Hoping to avoid any interaction with anyone. But of course, Eywa seemed to be out of your favor when you heard a twig snap at the base of the tree.

"Hello?" You peer down.

"Oh. Sorry I didn't realize someone was already here." You heard a familiar voice below you.

"Lo'ak?" You spot the dark blue na'vi. "What are you doing here?"

"I could be asking you the same thing." He hoisted himself onto the branch next to you.

"Just getting away from my father." You mumble. "I got scolded for not stopping the fight earlier."

Lo'ak let out a chuckle. "Same here. Except I actually got into the fight."

You laugh. Ao'nung would always get home grumbling about how the entire family was 'just a bunch of freaks' in his words. But ever since you were given the chance to get to know all of them, you were able to make your own opinions on them. And you could practically feel that you and Lo'ak would get along.

And your feeling was right. The two of you spent the next hour talking. You learned about the forest where the boy grew up. How the plants and animals varied. It sounded fascinating.

It wasn't until you remembered you still had duties to complete that the both of you made your way back to the village.

"I'm supposed to apologize to your brother now. I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." You smile.

Lo'ak begins walking towards the shore, spotting Ao'nung in the distance. You watch contently as he swam off before returning to your duties.

Eclipse was near as you sat in your family marui for dinner. Everyone sat around the table as your mother helped plate the food. You quietly ate your food as Ao'nung walked in, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"What's with the look." You playfully elbow him as he takes the spot next to you.

"Nothing." He began eating.

As soon as you and your sibling finished, you excused yourselves to have some free time around the village. The three of you wandered around the shore, enjoying the time you had off. Soon enough, you heard footsteps approach you. It was Neteyam.

"Hello Neteyam." You greet the boy. He gives you a curt nod and turns his attention to your siblings.

"Have any of you guys seen Lo'ak? Nobody knows where he is."

“I haven't seen him since he went to apologize.” You trail off. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. “Ao’nung… When was the last time you saw Lo’ak?”

“I just took him out.”

Before you could say anything else, Neteyam grabbed your brother by his queue and dragged him towards his marui. “Tell them what you told me!” He shoved the boy in front of his parents.

A search party was sent out after Jake and Neytiri went to your father, Tonowari, to relay what they heard from Neteyam and Ao’nung. All of you waited anxiously for the party to return and when they did, you saw Lo’ak being carried to shore.

You immediately rush over to the scene where Lo’ak was being tended to.

“I pray for the strength to not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.” Neytiri hissed towards her son. 

“Ao’nung knew better than to take him beyond the reef.” Tonowari forced Ao’nung to kneel in front of the family. “The fault lies with him.”

“No.” Lo’ak interjected. “It was not Ao’nung’s fault.”

You watched as Lo’ak covered for your brother, claiming the whole ordeal was his idea and that Ao’nung was really trying to stop him. An obvious lie. After Jake dragged his family away, you decided to follow them. It seemed like your brother had the same idea.

“Why did you cover for me?” Ao’nung made his way over to Lo’ak’s side.

“Because.” The Sully boy looked up at him with sad eyes. “I know what it’s like to always be the disappointment.” 

The statement tugged at your heartstrings. You knew the feeling of disappointing your family all too well. The way you seemingly always got some sort of blame for whatever happened. How you couldn’t do anything right.

You walked with your siblings and Lo’ak back to his marui, wishing his a good night before heading back to your own. 

“You better start acting nicer towards them.” Tsireya punched Ao’nung on the shoulder. 

“Yeah yeah.” He simply rolls his eyes.

“She’s right, you skxawng!” You side with your sister. “They’re good kids.” 

From that point on, Ao’nung did indeed start acting nicer towards the Sully children. Helping them ride their ilus properly and how to hold their breath for longer periods of time. The three of you even brought them to the Cove of Ancestors. You and Lo’ak grew closer as well. You felt the need to keep an eye on him in case something were to happen. 

The two of you were sitting on the sand, listening to the waves roll in from the ocean. You were digging around for shells while Lo’ak was just sitting under the sun. 

“Oi.” You nudge him with your foot. “Help me find pretty shells.”

Lo’ak only groaned and rolled onto his side, facing away from you. You let out an annoyed huff before pushing the boy over onto his face. “What was that for.” He grumbles as he wipes the sand off of his face.

“Help me.” You gesture to the small basket of shells you brought along with you. “Just for a little.”

“Fine.” He reluctantly sat up.

You pulled him towards the water, searching for the best possible materials. Gathering a few and placing them in the basket, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Lo’ak holds out a shell for you. A beautiful black shell with a light blue tint on the inside. He places it in your hand, smiling. “It reminded me of you.”

“It’s beautiful… I love it. Thank you Lo'ak.” You feel a heat creep onto your cheeks.

Once you were content with the amount of shells you collected, you happily skip towards your marui. You hum to yourself as the idea of weaving jewelry for your family comes to your mind. Lo’ak silently watches your energetic figure with a smile. You were just in your own world.

Soon enough, the two of you reach your marui. You turn to face Lo’ak who had willingly walked you all the way back from the beach. “Thank you forest boy.” You grin. But the boy didn’t seem to hear you. He was looking off into the distance. “Lo’ak?” Your hand finds his forearm.

“Huh? Sorry I didn’t catch that.” He tears his gaze from the distance to meet your eyes once again. Confused, you look over to where his attention was a mere seconds ago. But all you could see was Kiri, Tuk and Tsireya all building a castle in the sand.

“I was just saying thank you…” You try to figure out what he was looking at. Was he just watching his siblings? No. He wouldn’t stare that long at them. But the only other person there is Tsireya.

Oh. Oh. It finally clicked in your head. It all made sense now. Whenever his sisters and yours were together, he was never watching Kiri or Tuk. He was watching Tsireya.

“Yeah. You're welcome.” He doesn’t even bother looking at you this time. You silently slip into your marui, thoughts weighing heavily in your mind.

Learning that Lo’ak liked Tsireya was the worst possible piece of information you could have ever come across. You found yourself constantly watching the two of them to the point where everyone around you began noticing. Everyone minus the two in question.

“You’re staring an awful lot.” Kiri walks up behind you. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” You quickly dust yourself off, standing up to face the girl. 

“You should at least try not to make it obvious.” She rolls her eyes.

Kiri was the first to find out about your crush on Lo’ak way before you would even admit to it. So when you finally caved and felt the need to spill your feelings to someone, she was right there. And although she did tease you, she still fully supported your–in her words– horrible choice in boys.

There was no denying that the both of you saw how close Tsireya and Lo’ak had become. Yet your heart couldn’t bare the thought of Lo’ak smiling so brightly with someone other than you. Call it possessiveness. Or jealousy. But you just couldn’t help it. The boy was perfect.

“He said he was going to take her to the Cove of Ancestors tonight.” Kiri nodded towards the pair.

The Cove of the Ancestors? 

“No way. That- He can’t.” You inhale a sharp breath. Maybe she’s just showing him your clan's spirit tree again. Yeah right. You knew exactly why he was taking her.

“He’s going to. So you better tell him before it’s too late or you can suffer in silence.” Kiri stated. You knew she meant well, but her words sent a pang to your chest.

“I’ll try…” You sigh.

You sat in your marui, contemplating whether you should actually try and pursue Lo’ak. Or just back away and accept the loss. Yeah right. You were at least going to try.

As the sky darkened, Tsireya quickly excused herself after finishing her dinner. You do the same shortly after, quietly sneaking out to find your sister. She patiently waits by the docs, placing the saddle onto her ilu. Lo’ak shows up shortly after, calling for his ilu.

The two of them quickly mount their ilus, slowly emerging themselves into the water. Once they’re a good distance away, you call for your ilu to follow them. 

You break the surface just before reaching the cove. Taking one last breath before guiding your ilu underwater. The spirit tree illuminates the way for you as you spot the two teenagers. 

They’re both connected to one of the tree’s many branches, calmly floating as they connect with the great mother. You watch as they remain still for a long period of time, not moving a muscle. If they weren’t going to move any time soon, you would need to swim back up for air.

To your luck, Lo’ak disconnects his queue from the tree, signing to Tsireya with his hands. You’re too far away to see exactly what he said but the two of them began swimming to the surface. Watching as they tread water to stay above the surface, you feel your lungs begin to constrict and your throat begin to burn. You needed air.

Without thinking, you rush up to the surface a few meters away from Lo’ak and Tsireya, gasping for breath. The teens immediately turn their attention to the sudden disturbance. You meet their gazes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey guys… What are you doing here.”

“Why are you here?” Lo’ak pulls Tsireya closer to him.

“Oh- I was just uh…” You couldn’t think of an excuse. 

“Were you… following us?” Tsireya narrows her eyes at you.

“No..?” You awkwardly deny the statement. Both of them could tell it was a lie. You were never good at lying anyways.

The two teens called for their ilus, deciding that it was best to head back to the village. As they left, you anxiously followed them, neither of them saying anything to you. But you could feel Lo’ak glaring daggers at you as you swam beside Tsireya. 

When you finally reached the docs, you immediately started walking back home. Tsireya quickly caught up to you with Lo’ak right behind her. The three of you reached your family marui and Lo’ak bid Tsireya a good night. You were about to walk into the pod when you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you away.

You found yourself sitting on a fallen log, Lo’ak pacing back and forth in front of you. He hadn’t said a word to you since you got caught in the Cove of Ancestors. “Look. I didn’t-” You break the silence.

“Why the hell did you follow us.” The boy cut you off. “How did you even know we were going?”

“Kiri told me…” You lower your head. “I was just-”

“I don’t care what you were trying to do! Fuck. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” He let out a string of foreign curses.

“Why were you even there?”

Lo’ak finally stopped cursing to look at you. Like the answer wasn’t obvious but you just wanted the verbal confirmation.

“I was going to tell her my feelings for her but obviously that didn’t work out.” He referred to the moment you interrupted them.

You sat silently as Lo’ak went on about how you screwed up his plans to confess to your sister. Emotions begin bubbling up as you feel something in you snap.

“It’s always ‘Tsireya this’ or ‘Tsireya that’! What does she have that I don’t?!” You shout. All the anger you’ve kept inside finally spills out like a flood. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?! She’s there for me! She sees me!” He returns your shouting.

“I see you! I always have! From the moment I saw you and the moment we met in the forest! And when you get scolded by your father? I understand how you feel!” You stand up to meet his eyes. 

Where did it all go wrong?

“No. You don’t. Not like Tsireya does.” Lo’ak clenches his teeth, a cold glare plastered on his features. “She’s always there for me.” He has nothing more to say to you. Turning on his heels and walks back towards the village.

It’s over. You messed everything up.

Once you’re sure the boy is out of sight, you collapse onto the mossy ground beneath you. Tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. 

You were done with everything. Every time you saw Lo’ak, you immediately turn the other way and run. And it’s not like he tried reaching out either so you didn’t bother. So when Kiri picked up on your behavior, she asked you about it. What she wasn’t expecting however, was for you to tear up at the mention of her brother's name.

The two of you sat in her marui, everyone else was out so you had the place to yourselves. You told Kiri the whole thing. She comforted you and helped you get your mind off of her skxawng brother.

It went on like that for weeks. You and Kiri became inseparable, always around each other. You liked her company. She wasn’t loud and mischievous like Ao’nung, but she still enjoyed shit talking about others –usually her brothers– unlike Tsireya. 

Kiri walked you to your marui after calling it a day from swimming for medicinal materials all afternoon. You enter your marui to see both of your parents waiting for you silently.

“We asked you to help Tsireya with collecting fruit today.” Tonowari waited for you to sit down. You froze. You completely forgot about that. Too busy helping Kiri.

“I apologize. It must’ve slipped my mind when I finished my other duties this morning.” You bow your head down.

“Enough with the excuses!” Your father boomed. “I do not need to hear about you being lazy. Tsireya had to collect them all by herself because you ‘forgot’.” 

You feel your ear slowly fold against your head as you continue to stare at the floor. The look of disappointment from your parents was too much to bear. You continue to listen to your fathers lecture before he finally dismisses you, waving you out of the marui. 

What you didn’t notice, was someone had heard the entire thing.

Lo’ak left the scene before anyone noticed his presence. He heard your father scold you with harsh words and disappointed looks. When you ran out of the marui, he almost followed you into the forest. 

Almost. 

He couldn’t get the argument out of his head. How you poured out your feelings to him and he just waved them off like they were nothing. You did nothing to deserve that from him. How could he do that to you?

‘I see you! I always have.’

You truly did see him. He was just too blind to realize it.

‘I understand how you feel!’

You did understand him. What it’s like to disappoint your parents.

How could he be so stupid? He was so busy chasing after Tsireya when you were right in front of him the whole time. And despite how foolish he was at times, you were there to help him. Lo’ak quickly snapped out of his thoughts. He had to make it right with you.

“What do you want bro.” Kiri stood in front of Lo’ak, arms crossed. A few minutes ago, she was peacefully helping Neytiri make dinner when they were suddenly interrupted by Lo’ak dragging her away. “Mom still needs my help.” She sighs.

She begins to walk away when Lo’ak holds her back. “I need to make things right.” He mumbles. 

“Then why are you coming to me? I’m not the one you should apologise to.” He knew she was right. But he was really hoping Kiri would help him. Lo’ak stared at his sister with pleading eyes. All she could do was sigh. “All you need to do is talk it out.”

And so that’s what he did. The next day, the first thing he did when he left his marui was go looking for you. When he found you, you were wandering along the beach looking for shells. You were so busy looking for brightly coloured shells that you didn’t notice the boy walking up to you.

“I found a shell you might like.” He held out a pale green shell he found the day prior to give to you as a peace offering.

“It's wonderful. Thank you.” You take the shell, not looking up at who just gave it to you.

“Can we talk?”

You finally look up from the sand at the boy who stood before you. Lo’ak silently waited for your answer as you grabbed your basket of shells. “Come.” You took him back to your marui.

He watched as you set the basket down and took a seat on the floor. Gesturing for him to sit in front of you. “What is it? Tsireya is busy right now.”

“I’m not here for Tsireya.” Lo’ak responded, fidgeting with his fingers. All of a sudden, he found it impossible to look you in the eye. “I came to apologise.” He continued.

When you don’t say anything, he takes it as a sign to keep going. “I was stupid. I failed to notice your feelings and ended up hurting you. You don’t have to forgive me but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You listened contently as he spouted apologies. Taking note of how he never met your gaze. “I forgive you skxawng.” You smile, lifting his head up to look at you. A blush made its way onto his face as you gave him a kiss on his forehead. 

“I see you.” He leaned his forehead against yours. Finally reciprocating the phrase you told him weeks ago.

“I see you, skxawng.”

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading this! It was much longer than I thought it would be but it's done!

I currently have a massive writers block for the series right now so I will post a few fics like this until I get my groove going.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day/night!

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[rinwritesfics]

Hanahaki

Plot: Omega convinces Crosshair he is coming down ill because he’s falling for you.

Warnings: Brief mention of worrying about getting sick, no actual illness.

Word Count: 900

Author’s Note: A silly little idea I had ages ago. Happy Valentine's Day!

It had crept up on him slowly. The realization, that is. He hadn’t figured it out right away because he thought you were an outsider, but when he saw you getting along with his siblings, he started noticing the interactions. Then, he started to notice how kindly you treated him. It was especially due to how you treated him. Before he knew it, you had become a constant in his waking hours – and in his dreams. He had begun to enjoy it. He had… no, he couldn’t admit it to himself.

Here you were on Pabu, just being yourself, and he was too focused on your eyes to commit to memory some of the things you were saying. The way the mid-morning sun made your irises shine, the little crinkles each time you smiled…. Eventually, the conversation was over, and you bid him and his sister goodbye.

Crosshair watched as you walked away, then turned back around. Omega got a grin on her face, one that was full of mischief, and he narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“Crosshair,” said Omega, and her grin vanished in an instant. “Have you ever heard of Hanahaki Disease?”

Crosshair looked at Omega with boredom, but the confusion in his brow wasn’t completely hidden. Finally, he said, “No.”

Omega sat up straighter, worry suddenly in her eyes. She said, “It’s where you start to cough up flowers from unrequited love and you end up dying unless your love is requited.”

Brief panic flashed in his eyes before he leaned more against the Marauder’s outer hull. “That’s not real.”

Omega’s brow furrowed. “But it is. I saw it. I watched a young clone return from the battlefield coughing up flowers and dying in Nala Se’s lab after he fell in love on his first deployment. He died slowly and in excruciating pain.”

Hunter called over to her and she left his side to go see Hunter.

Crosshair furrowed his brows. It wasn’t real. There was no way plants – let alone flowers – could grow in your body. But she had been so earnest about it. And she was a child who had been in a scientist’s lab all her life. So, maybe her words had some merit to them, after all.

A couple days later, you walked past him and he felt an ache in his chest and a churn in his stomach. His eyes widened and he darted away.

He shook the discomforts off, not bothering to pay them any mind.

But then, it came. The tickle in the back of his throat. Panic surged before he started to cough and he turned tail and ran further, coughing once, twice, then a third time before he stopped running. He coughed again and again before he had cleared the tickle.

Maybe Omega was right…? No, she couldn’t be right. Even though his love was likely unrequited. After all, he wasn’t the type people would be willing to be in love with for the long run. It was impossible for anything like Hanahaki to happen. Right?

“Crosshair?” you asked, coming up behind him. He whipped around, unable to hide the panic or the tears in his eyes, either from the coughing or the panic. “Crosshair, what’s going on?”

He had to say it. It was going to kill him if Omega was correct. He had to say it.

“I love you, okay?! And I’m terrified because I’m coming down with what Omega calls Hanahaki Disease!”

Heat rose in his chest and panic squeezed at his throat. It was out there, and he couldn’t take it back.

Your face flashed between many emotions before you snorted. He scowled, his panic turning to horror as you began to giggle.

“Hanahaki? Crosshair, are you sure she said Hanahaki?!”

Frustration rose in him at your callous disregard for his life. “Yes! Why are you laughing at me?!”

You bit your lower lip, a small smile still on your lips. “I’m sorry, let me explain. She lied to you.”

He froze. “What do you mean?”

“Hanahaki is fictional. It’s a very specific romance trope, and does not exist. You aren’t going to violently vomit flowers.”

He let that sink in, the panic beginning to settle and embarrassment and shame starting to rise. His cheeks burned and tears began to form. He had fallen for it after all. He needed to leave. “Excuse me.”

“Wait, wait!” You grabbed his wrist.

“No! I’ve been afraid I’ll fall victim of some mysterious ailment just because I’m in love with you, and now I find it doesn’t exist and I’ve been foolish!” He pulled his wrist away from you and spun on his heel.

“No, I love you, too, Crosshair! Don’t go!”

He stopped again and that tiny spark of hope in his heart surged. “You do?”

You tugged him toward you by his wrist, and he looked at you. The hope in your eyes, soft smile on your lips… it was true.

“I do,” you said softly. “And despite my sadness you didn’t have a choice in when you admitted your feelings, I’m still happy we can be open with each other about it, now.”

A small smile formed on his lips and he stepped closer. He could see it, now. He could be with you. Touch you, hold you, kiss you. He loved you. And you loved him back. Everything was right, now.

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

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[faerunsbest]

Rolans 1st love

okay i hurt my own feelings.

here you go.

on ao3

Requited but unlucky

Prior to the grove Rolans love life was sparse,thin and unfortunately shallow. His first introduction to attraction at all had gone sour, but he told himself he was fooled by a pretty face and hadn’t bothered to look deeper. Which was true and left him annoyed every time he thought of it. 

At this time he was half a year from 15 and struggling through both employment and his own education…none of it compared to all the work that needed doing at home. Everything it was everything and it was entirely the most important part of himself. Running out of work every day to hurry several blocks away so he would never be late to pick up his siblings from the school house. Every day they would tumble out the doors and know exactly where he would be waiting for them. Every day he would take their books and bags and carry them for them while they both rambled about their day, through the market where he would stop for a few basic items, flour grains maybe eggs depending on the weight of his wallet.

    No more time could be spent at the library, there just wasn’t time without his mother there, instead on his day off work he would pop over to a local bookstore and look about to see if he could afford anything. Sometimes at the register, the cashier would smile at him in a funny lopsided way. Someone who looked not much older than himself.

 A boy again, with white blonde hair tucked back into a low, short tail. A few loose strands always falling by his pointed ears, a  thin pink line over the right side of his mouth. The scar of cosmetic surgery to fix his cleft palate. Rolan tried not to pay attention to the shades of lavender his cheeks tended to turn when they talked for a while, though it was difficult not to notice.

As always when the place was slow, Rolan stayed to chat a little longer than he should, he couldn’t help himself when he smiled back at the cashier whose name he still hadn’t asked for. Another niche joke and he was sure would fall flat and suddenly, Rolans heart skipped a beat when the cashier snorted in response, immediately putting his hand over his mouth and nose. Face flaring shades of pastel violets as he looked away. 

A cough was heard behind him,  Rolans grimaced realizing someone was now waiting to pay, he waved hurriedly and shuffled out of the store. All the way down to the market Rolan smiled, he smiled so much his cheeks hurt. The smile stayed in place as he shopped about, gathering this and that for dinner. Always a bigger event on his days off and his siblings knew it. They looked forward all week to his full dinners, with a million tiny plates and spoons to serve this and that.

Back at the apartment, small and cramped still but now his mothers old room was his. He lined an entire wall with every book he could get his claws on and still searched for more where it could be afforded. The living room was small and minimally furnished, a simple sofa facing the fireplace, a small wood end table on one side of the sofa. He took the broom through the place from end to end, paying close attention to corners. Gently he took todays book and sat it on the end table, knowing he would read it to Cal and Lia after dinner. For a moment he paused to look at it and could only think of how embarrassed the cashier had been to laugh like that in front of him.

Again he was grinning like an idiot while he plucked an apron off its hook in the kitchen, he found himself humming while he prepared dough. Leaving it off to the side to rise when he began chopping up the market finds, rolling cubed beef in a layer of spices before throwing them into a pot to sear. As he cooked he continually tilted his head counting bells that went off in the distance, now satisfied. He placed lids on pots and a towel over the bread he pulled from the fireplace.  

Another set of bells tolled just as he shut and locked the apartment door, hurrying to the apartment entrance he paused, surprised when he found the cashier pushing the door open. For a moment they just stared at each other, the cashier's soft face shifted in color before he hurried to open the door for Rolan. 

“Um, I’m sorry about earlier.. It was a gross sound…”

Rolan felt his own face turning warm, he shrugged his shoulder as he stepped out.

“No, it was… kind of cute actually.”

He didn’t stop to see how it was received before stepping out and hurting off to collect his siblings at the schools door.

Later on the cashier looked out his door at a familiar noisy rumble coming up the hall, blinking in surprise at Rolan with his sharp smile. He was listening intently as his sibling ran small circles behind while they nattered about the day’s happenings. The cashier watched him hold the door open to let them in and felt his own chest flood with warmth as he realized what was happening.

Rolan was always so rushed and hurried because he was busy taking care of those kids. The cashier couldn't help but grin to himself at the image they made before he closed his own door and thought how that's the man who thought his strange laugh was…cute.

Perfectly unaware of his admirer, Rolan  readied the small dinner table for his sibling. He nodded and cheered for them when Lia announced that she had passed a surprise vocabulary test. Cal shared his own accomplishment  for the day, grinning when he realized his brother didn’t forget. Rolan knew of the test that had been scheduled and planned to celebrate, with a small cake for them. 

With so little good left, Rolan celebrated their every win. 

He tossed them in the bath to wash up while he cleaned the kitchen and brushed their hair when they were out and dry. He didn’t have to , they knew how but it was nice. Even cal sat still and read a page out loud from the day’s newest book while Rolan made sure to dry and brush his hair, trying it into a small tail when done. After everything was finished there, Rolan kicked up his feet on the sofa sitting comfortably across it. As he picked up the book, Cal and Lia scrambled to pile on top of him while he read out loud. It was the same every night and every night made the day feel worth it.

—

The week droned on and despite the cashiers best efforts to catch him alone it seemed that Rolan never did anything alone. He would go out to collect water and wash clothes in a community space, with his siblings tumbling about behind him. They sword fought with sticks much to his dismay. They went with him shopping, they went with him to collect housewares and pay bills. They hung on his arm while he talked with the landlord as he dropped off rent.  

As much as it got in the way of any chance to talk to him, the cashier was also incredibly endeared by it.  By the middle of the week he gave up and hoped to see Rolan on his day off.

Unfortunately when he went in for work he found a sign on the door notifying all customers the place was closed for the day. He grumbled all the way back to the apartment when he stopped out front to find Rolan with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he saw by a washing pool.

For a moment he froze as he watched him hold up a small pair of trousers and grimace at them.

“Hi there.”

Rolan blinked in surprise before turning around to face him, the cashier!

“Oh, hello…” he made a face before adding “I never asked your name…”

He smiled and pushed back that loose strand of hair.

“Kai, I’m kai.. Nice to ‘meet’ you..?”

“Ah, I’m Rolan.”

He said while bunching the pants up into a ball and pressing out as much water as he could. Without thought Rolan simply continued to wash clothes.

“Ah, don’t you usually work today?”

“Mm the store is closed apparently. Do you need any help?”

Rolan blinked again, surprised.

“You have a day off and you're gonna do laundry with me?”

Kai shrugged at him, putting a hand out for the pants while he looked over to a taut clothesline. Rather amiably Kai found ways to fill what could have been a rather awkward silence, he grinned beside himself Rolan laughed, bright and warm about something or another. Kai smiled and blurted out

“Ah you have such a nice laugh…it’s pretty.”

The moment after, they stared rather bashfully at each other before glancing away. Rolan spotted the clothesline and laughed again 

“You don’t do this very much do you?”

“Huh!?” Kai stared in shock realizing … It was the laundry. He never did these things so he’d done it wrong. Rolan laughed bright and cheerful before going and fixing it all. Now it was easy, laughing like this. They waited for the clothes to dry even though there certainly were other things for Rolan to do. The day droned on, bells marking its segments.  

Soon enough Kai was watching Rolan bring Cal and Lia home again, and the day went on and ended though tonight his face hurt from smiling, his gut ached from laughing and sleep was filled with bliss.

Rolan found himself especially playful as he dumped Cal and Lia back in the tub, he took a bowl and dunked it down in to raise up and spill waves of warm water over their heads. Peels of laughter filled the small place, bounced off the walls and left Rolan giddy. The house like this always felt like he was doing something right, all said and done he plopped a towel on their heads and ruffled them dry. 

Dinner today was heavy and filling,letting them doze off quickly for the evening. While they slept peacefully Rolan lay in bed smiling with his arms folded over his head. He tried desperately to stop his heart from racing as he lay there thinking about someone loving his laugh.

A day went by and Rolan waved through the shop window as he passed on his way to work. A new part of his daily routine on his way to work, it made the day bright seeing kai wave back, with that lopsided smile. Every day for the week, until it was his day off and Kai got to see him again. 

Every day, then a week, then another week and a month had gone by. Today Rolan had Kai in his kitchen stirring something or another since he didn’t seem to know how to do much else. Rolan teased him all the way through it, smiling at the way Kai seemed to turn bright at his words. 

He loved it. 

About to say something else, Rolan found himself silenced. Before he could register what happened kai pulled back, shock and terror on his face.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I-”

Feeling emboldened, Rolan leaned down to return the kiss he’d been so unexpectedly given. They parted to stare at each other breathless and bashful. In the distance a bell tolled, reminding him he had to leave. Another giddy night passed. 

Something new was added rather gleefully to Rolan's routine. Sneaking out at night for just a moment, long enough to be given a kiss goodnight and hurry back. 

A day and a week and month would pass, playfully, romantically and painfully quick.

News became dire, people more harsh and suddenly Kai was looking at him miserably.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong ?!”

Not knowing what else to do he reached out and pulled Kai close, pressing his chin to the top of kais head.

“We’re leaving.”

Rolans eyes went wide, he pulled back just far enough to look at him and see a dam suddenly burst, tears spilling down Kai’s face. He struggled to breathe and held tightly onto Rolan.

“What do you mean- where are you going?!”

“Mum had to quit her job because of what's going on and.. Ap’pa says we have family in the dales so that’s where we might be going. He told us as soon as I got home…they already packed. We’re leaving right now and I- don’t want to!”

Rolan felt his eyes sting before his vision blurred and thick wet tears rolled down him. He thought about it, clenched his eyes hard. So hard it hurt and when he opened them little baubles of color filled his line of sight. He hugged Kai hard, pressed kisses all over his face before setting their foreheads together.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.. You gotta go.”

Kai can hear Rolan’s voice cracking as he speaks, trying to stay calm through the waves of misery threatening to overwhelm him. 

“What?!”

“Kai, your parents see danger… They have a way to keep you safe. I would run if I could.. I can't, so you must go. Go and be safe okay.”

“Rolan I-”

A kiss pressed firmly to his lips, heavy and wet. There wasn’t time he needed to leave and Rolan would be damned if he was the reason Kai didn’t get to run away. Gently he pushed Kai backward, his knees threatened to give out under him. He looked away, instead just pointing with a shaking hand to the place where he knew Kai’s parents were waiting for him..

A day, a week and month and the ache remained as the city began to fall apart. 

All this and there were no more giddy nights.

The quiet of the apartment settle under his ribcage and Rolan looked around, feeling a failure as the saddened expressions on his siblings became so common.

No more giddy nights.

#young rolan #rolan #tiefling #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 rolan #romance #oc #cal #lia

[ikeero-a]

My take on Requital Tails. I did this to try detail with hatching and such, it works great with the character too.

#creepypasta art #character art #sonic exe #tails the fox #friday night funkin #traditional art

[blimbo-buddy]

im gonna ramble here: Rosetail is perpetually divorced. Her 1st divorce was at age of 11 moons right before her warrior ceremony when she told Foxheart of Shadowclan she "had to be faithful to her clan" and Foxheart ran off in tears.booowoooomp.

She however would not be faithful to her clan,as a few moons later she was out patrolling-when she spotted a hot piece of Kittypet tail,and promptly chased after it-resulting in the most convoluted divorce and remarried relationship two wlw cats could have-after moons,maybe years,Dollface (the kittypet) left half her kits to Rosetail, those kits being Redkit,Spottedkit and Willowkit.

Rosetail would go on and try to persue a relationship with a lifelong crush,Bluestar,but it uhm fell apart.pretty quick.

She and Yellowfang wouldve been all over each other, but yknow..Rosetail sorta kinda dies.

honourable mentions: Snowfur[technically never dated,but briefly courted], Leopardfoot[likes one another as apprentices and has a brief spark when Pinestar left],Goldenflower[tragic requited yearning]

This is it, the essay of RoseTail divorces

#blimbo rambles #ask #wc #bravo on the excellent work holy shit

[munchbell45]

Are YOU READY for some FLUFFY SLUG ROMANCE???

If so, then you'll love my latest fic, Slugs in Love. I wrote this fic for an event on AO3 called Launch the Ship. Now that fics have been revealed, I decided to share it here.

Relationships: Katsuyu/Saiken

Characters: Katsuyu, Saiken, Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Shikkotsu Woods, Fluff, Nonbinary Katsuyu, Nonbinary Saiken, Saiken is Good with Children, Nonbinary Character, Original Slug Characters- Freeform, Reminiscing, Trees, Gift Giving, Cuddling and Snuggling, Falling in Love, Requited Love, Happy Ending, One Shot, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Post-Fourth Shinobi War.

Summary:

Katsuyu is woken up from a nap in their home of Shikkotsu Woods. It turns out that the Six-Tailed Slug Saiken is there to see them, carrying a tree in one of their tails as a gift.

How does Katsuyu feel about the gift? Where will they plant the tree? What if some other slugs find out?

#katsuyu #saiken #naruto fanfiction #fanfiction #rarepair #katsusai #self promo

[elsaedelweiss]

Helloween surprise weeks at the Esper Union

Esper Union's Grand Meeting Room

Discboom entered the room greeting Raven, Pritzker and Gaius. The trio of Hub Directors returned her greeting. Raven wordlessly pushed the tray of beverages towards her. Gratefully, Discboom reached out and poured herself a cup if black coffee. Boomboom, her ever-present companion, approached her. She smiled and gave him a sip.

"Won't that cause problems for your friend?" The four looked to the doorway. Q flew in, greeting the quartet. Behind him trailed Brynn who greeted the group with a salute and wave, Berenice who also saluted and waved, Sieg who saluted, and Drew who bowed. Each took a seat beside Discboom. Said young woman turned to Q. "It won't. He drinks the stuff every morning. Right Boomboom?"

"Absolutely!" Replied the small robot rippling its appendages.

Q smiled. "Ok. Just asking."

He turned to the Hub Directors. "Good Day! What is the cause for the gathering?"

"We will inform you once everyone has assembled! Be patient!" Replied Pritzker.

"Does Q even know what the meaning of that word is?"

Everyone turned. Arcana stood in the doorway, Mona, Tang Xuan, Li Ling and Lewis behind him. The young man's trademark smirk graced his lips. "After all, he's infamous for a lot of things including his paparazzi-level of impatience!"

"I can be patient Arcana!"

"Calm down Mr.Q!" Spoke up Drew. "Mr.Arcana is probably just toying with you as usual."

Arcana smiled. Q glared at him.

"Are you two ruffling each other's feathers again?"

The group turned. Falken strode in, the other three Commanders behind him. Donar and Gabrielle tried not to laugh. Li Xiao brought up the rear tail swaying in amusement.

"When hasn't he tried to ruffle feathers?" Asked Mona, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Mona! That was harsh!" Cried in mock pain Arcana, mimicking a wound to the heart.

Mona almost rolled her eyes while Li Ling, Lewis, Donar and Tang Xuan barely held back laughter. "You've felt worse!" Replied the young man's squad mate.

"Touche!" He replied as he sat down.

"What's so funny?"

Once mire the group turned. Elliott, Geb, David, Bardon, and Heng Yue entered greeting everyone.

"Just Arcana up to his usual shenanigans," replied Donar with a wink.

"Still ruffling Q's feathers?" asked the Archivist and librarian.

"When haven't I?" Asked Arcana with a smirk.

"Indeed when haven't you?" Asked Ashley as she and the rest of the Union, including the newly requited Ife, entered and took their seats.

The Union's Sentinel turned her gaze to the Hub Directors. "I trust this has to do with the upcoming Helloween holiday?"

Raven smiled. "Indeed it does. As you all know that time of the year is fast approaching. Yet, we can't afford to go by the same ideas as last year as well as they went... For the most part."

"Hey! I couldn't have known Falken, Donar, Li Xiao, Gabrielle and Gaius would have reacted the way they did last year!" Spoke up Q.

"The group took a sip as per the rules of their Drinkalong Cosplay Fear School. On the screen Daniel, the player character and protagonist, used a drill. Falken cocked an eyebrow but said nothing. Next came the copper tube.

"What do you need that for?" Asked Gaius.

"Just watch!" Said Mona.

Then came the needle.

"This doesn't bode well..." Said Gabrielle, a sense of uneasiness twisting in her gut just as she and the others took a sip once more...

Sips that ended up on the screen of the console.

"What. The. F***!""

"That was just one such instance, Mr.Q!" Said Raven. "And I would appreciate it if you don't bring it up..."

"So what do you suggest we do this year, Ms. Raven?" Asked Discboom.

"Another playthough only without the nasty bits?"

"That would be banal."

"A Karaoke involving Helloween songs?" Suggested Geb.

"We already did that for Christmas."

"A masquerade, perhaps?" Offered Q.

"That's too stuffling."

"I know!" Offered Brynn. "Why not a blend of all ideas! We can each write a suggestion, add them to a bowl and whichever ones come out together or in quick succession we can mix them!"

"That sounds like an interesting idea!" Said Raven after some consideration.

"Plus everyone can enjoy something they like doing!" Added Pritzker.

"But... Who will be in charge of the selection process?" Asked Gaius.

"We can take turns!" Suggested Drew. "Each of us sticks their hands in the bowl and pull out a slip of paper. If they pull two or more they can mix them, if they pull one... They can choose which unoccupied ideas to blend from the ones pulled after or before them! That way it will be fair!"

"Good thinking as always Mr.Drew!" Approved Falken.

"Are all ok with this idea?" Asked Raven. "Raise your hands for yes!"

All hands shot up. "Ok then!"

"Brynn, Drew! You two are in charge of the bowl! Let me know at the end of the week about the idea combinations!"

Both Espers bowed. Raven turned to the others. "Everyone think about something you'd like to see as an implemented idea! You have the right to only one so choose carefully!"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

Somewhere in the distance...

"This will be good!😈"

"Shall we keep tabs to see where we can do the most damage? 👹"

"You bet! 😈"

Even further away...

A young man gasped. "We can't let this happen! 😤"

"Cousin it's not like we can do much!"

"We can! We owe it to them! Let's not forget who helped you acquire those ratings even if you were the one to lead them by the nose..."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Hmm..."

Happy Halloween 🎃! Hope you like the first part of a series dedicated to the holiday! Let me know how you would like me to continue the stories!

And a special shout out to @seharuuchan , @olliedislytereal @milky-rozen @latenightdislyte @moonhealing715 @lexa-hippb @chiakiirl @capital9 @dislyteconfessions @palettemonster! You guys rock! ;)

#dislyte #fiction #dislyte drew #fandom #fanfic #falken #falken dislyte #dislyte brynn #dislyte Esper Union #dislyte lin xiao #dislyte li ling #dislyte ashley

[fairytail-whathesays]

Breathe, a Laxus/Natsu fanfiction.

Work will contain: kissing, requited love, unrequited love, dire health situations, and people being assholes to one another.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

#laxus dreyar #natsu dragneel #laxsu #laxus dreyar x natsu dragneel #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #my fics

[atlaxoo]

Pt. 1 [first drabble of my au The Dying Sun]

Wukong was seen pulling out peaches, normal peaches, from the grove out of his home in the waterfall. A basket at his feet with half of it full. Normally by now she'd have a couple baskets full but with her energy, magic and life draining, he could only do so much. He stood on the tip of her feet to reach a relatively high peach until a paw with midnight furr reached up to grab it for him.

She gasped softly, which didn't escape from the six eared companion as he placed it in Wukong's hand.

"Careful Peaches. You could get hurt." A gruff teasing voice nearly whispered in her ear.

He waved off his requited friend's snout away from his ear with a slight blush on his face that most of her furr hid.

"Macaque. What did i tell you about sneaking up on me! I'll have to put a bell on you at this rate!" She exclaimed with just a soft undertone of playfulness, but he couldn't hide the tiredness that came with it.

Macaque raised an eyebrow as well as a hand to brush away stray strands of hair from Wukong's face, letting it drop to below the smaller monkey's eye, thumbing the slight eye bags, the glamour the golden monkey used didn't cover.

"What's with the eye bags?" Macaque asked straight forward.

Wukong caught by surprise with the sudden bold question, sputtered for an answer for a moment before responding.

"Oh y'know! Just been binge watching and playing all the stuff about me!" She said, her tail twitching against her will. He swatted at the hand on her face to relax as he tried to go back to picking peaches, only for a wave of nausea to overcome her and make her groan out of instinct.

It didn't just come with a wave a nausea, not a second later and she began to faint. Just barely being able to hear a worried "Wukong!" and desperate chirpings from the monkeys that were keeping a watch on their king.

-

He came by with a soft groan of pain, feeling around she found herself in her nest. 'What the..' he began to think until he noticed her braid was unraveled and she began to braid his hair again. After finishing, he checked in the mirror just incase any glamour came off. He noticed his fillet was exposed, as well as the white fur patches and his dark, heavy eyebags.

Quickly he put glamour on, managing to completely cover his eyebags this time, not without consequence though. He felt a spike of pain go through his chest and he let out a pained gasp. Kneeling slightly and breathing deeply to get the painful feeling to go away. "Where's Macaque?.." she whispered.

"Right here, Peaches." The shadow monkey said as he appeared right in the doorway to Wukong's room.

Wukong jumped but relaxed noticing it was just Macaque. The silence that appeared after suddenly felt suffocating and Wukong shuffled awkwardly. Until it was broken.

"Mind explaining to me why you suddenly fainted, Wu-kong?" The ebony monkey said, drawing out the Wu in the sage's name.

Wukong winced internally and began quickly thinking up an excuse. "There was a huge demon yesterday! And between the binge watching and playing every videogame about me, it drained me! Just needed a good ol' rest. See i'm all better!" Wukong said with great enthusiasm it was almost believable. Almost.

Thing is.

Wukong is a terrible liar. Especially to Macaque. But Macaque decided not to pry.

For now.

It looked like he was going to have to figure it out on his own.

#lmk fandom #lego monkie kid #lmk fic #lmk fanfiction #lego monkie kid fanfic #monkie kid fanfiction #lego monkie kid monkey king #lego monkie kid macaque #monkie kid sun wukong #monkie kid macaque #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #omg forgot to add the au tag #liu er mihou #sun wukong #The Dying Sun

[captain-astors]

1 and 6 asks ^^

I had something coherent here and then it all went to absolutely nowhere because I had a snack and got distracted thinking about Death Note, anyways-

1. (Hands you a free card to ramble about whatever for your favorite character/ship)

I wish we'd gotten more scenes of Rotton Follow carving through ghouls. Sword Furuta was cool but can you imagine him going at Kaneki with a gardening tool? Speaking of that, brief detour to talk about weapons. Furuta wields a chainsaw (One of my favorite weapons) a sword (Classic and fancy) A kagune full of teeth (Which looks awesome) and a Kakuja with unnervingly human appearances, a dragon tail and a literal star in his eyes. Koori wields a halberd that turns into a whip which is just SO awesome, and an SS rated quinque that's never shown and thus is left ENTIRELY to my imagination and in short the possibilities are limitless and excellent, they were made to be appreciated by me and if I had anywhere half-decent writing skills I would compose the most excellent fight scene of all time. But I do not so I chip away at a very mediocre attempt and plan to draw some of what I write. It's wild to me that these two characters just happen to have all my favorite weapons between them, swords, halberds, chainsaws, monsters, and my own interpretations.

Koori is such an excellent character and I'm really starting to like writing scenes for him. He's so desperate but it never really blinds him, he says that he never could really believe Furuta but by god he wants to. He wants so badly to think this could lead him back to Ihei, And speaking of Ihei they're such a weird ship to me. Not in a negative way Ihei just feels very acearo to me while Koori is just. Infatuated with the concept of her, almost. This person who managed to be so seemingly unbothered by the things they were doing. I don't know if I can see them as a romantically requited thing but I can see them as some kind of QPP? I think Ihei should get to carry Koori around in her arms like a small dog. He's so boring and pathetic I hope he dies peacefully of lung cancer.

Furuta is simultaneously the least and most self-aware character, the smartest guy in the room and the dumbest motherfucker on the planet, between Arima, Ihei, and Furuta I think the phrase "Garden Child" just generally invokes deeply conflicted feelings and a need to sit down for Koori post-dragon. Both of them want to die a little bit or a lot consciously, but both subconsciously want to find a reason or way to live, neither of them really thought this one through because it didn't matter anyways, their repressed desperation for companionship is comedic and I hate them so much.

I'm not even sure this is a ship, it might just be fascination. I never write this stuff with romantic intent but I never don't. Sighs dreamily I want to snap their necks and I hope they survive it.

All of my opinions on them are woefully incorrect. But it's so fun.

6. What’s your favorite piece of TG fan content you’ve made? (If you haven’t made any just treat this as 7)

Ooh! I'm not sure actually, why did I write this one. I've written some fics I like, but not because they're good I'm just proud of myself for branching out. Currently I suppose this one.

It's very personal, I like the colors and pose. If I had to critique it, I should've made it a little brighter, it looks all black until you turn up the brightness on your device.

#I don't approve of my own decisions. #miscellaneous not-art things #tokyo ghoul #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships

[pulchrasilva]

HI I SAW IN THE TAGS YOURE MAKING A CHARACTER TELL ME ABOUT THEM (THREAT) (I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS)

YES I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT MY CHARACTER (finally)

Ok ok so she's a tiefling warlock (i almost made her a bard but then I realised I was just trying to make Noise 2 so I went with warlock instead. It didn't work very well)

So anyway, her name's Requital but she doesn't trust most people so everyone knows her as Talia (RequiTALIA get it). She's pretending to be a noble and thats the name of her alter ego.

Shes chaotic good and really hates the rich or anyone who takes advantage of others (even though she does it herself sometimes, shhh its tootally justified). I'd say her manner is like Janus Sanders but her like ideals are more Robin Hood. She loves stealing from people she thinks deserve it and she uses her noblewoman alterego to do that.

This is why Narula, an archfey, offered her a warlock pact. Narula is vengeful and wants to punish wrongdoers but she's been imprisoned in some kind of enchanted forest (this is my DMs backstory because for some reason we can't find any lore for Narula except her name) so she needed someone to do this for her. Obviously Requital was like hell yeah im doing that anyway, gimme powers. But if she gets too sidetracked or goes after someone Narula doesn't deem evil then she's gonna be in trooouble~

So yeah she's kinda bound to keep enacting her own form of justice on the world. BUT because she constantly surrounds herself with shitty people she's exacerbated her own trust issues and can't properly judge who deserves it anymore, which led to... problems.

She heard about a nobleman who was stockpiling wealth and assumed he was exploiting his people for his own gain. So she befriended him (she told herself that his kindness was just a facade like always) and stole all the money only to later learn that he wasn't hoarding the wealth. There was a blight plaguing his people and he'd been gathering funds to treat it. So by stealing the money, she'd actually prevented him from saving lives. More people died because of her AND she hurt someone who genuinely thought of her as a friend (and she maybe thought of as a friend too but she's not gonna admit that). So now she's trying to atone for that mistake.

All of her spells and stuff are about deception, illusion, disguise, etc (she's kinda useless in combat rip). So far she's made loads of people basically piss their pants with her Fey Presence. She's also scammed an elf diviner (i think they were a diviner at least?? They could tell the future and stuff) and managed to persuade them that she really was a noblewoman who was travelling and so didn't have much money with her but pretty please can she have that magic item she'll pay 25 of the 150 gold upfront and then have someone come back with the rest of the money soon (really hoping we don't see that elf again lol where am I gonna find 125 gold). One of the other party members overheard this and called bullshit so I had to roll with disadvantage but I nat 20ed and did it anyway!! (Obviously she's really pissed about that and is now holding blackmail over him)

Oh and in our session today she Fey Presence-ed a guy and then the SAME PERSON just BARGED IN and knocked out HER PRISONER!!!! and she's furious so she tried to kill him (multiple times) but his armour class is so high that all she managed to do was waste a spell slot and nearly stab herself lmao. Imagine a really angry kitten trying to scratch you but being held by the scruff of the neck thats her right now

In terms of appearance she's like kinda tall and pretty weak. Her skin is dark with bronze freckles and her eyes are jet black, her horns and tail are bronze and she wears her hair in long black locs which fade to red at the ends. Since getting to level 2 though one of her eyes has turned purple (like Narula's) and her horns have become more fey-like but she's been hiding this using Disguise Self so only she knows about it.

#my original idea for requital was for her to be cool but tbh shes kinda patheticcore instead #dnd #dnd tiefling #dnd character #ask

[maithefluffychicken]

My first Steddie fic, you can read here and on Ao3!

Getting together, childhood friends au, angst with happy ending.

Enjoy!

Steve heard Dustin cries of fear, or it was like he could feel the boy's distress, he just knew he should run towards him, thinking the worst.

Dustin was trying to fight some demobats while protecting Eddie's body, laying lifeless in the ground.

Steve ran, launching himself to help the kid - no, teen - praying that Eddie was still alive.

-

Eddie wakes up a few weeks later, or he thinks that weeks have passed. It feels like fucking weeks. His head throbbing and body aching all over. He's not in a hospital room, but he can barely register that just now. He feels the soft duvet wrapped around him and his head resting in the softest pillows.

It's not his room either, he doesn't recognise the space, he just knows that he's on a cosy, warm bed. His bed has never been this plush and soft, that he knows too well. 

What annoys him the most is that fidgeting beside him is a very stressed guy, huffling and shifting in a chair ever so often. Eddie has the feeling that all that movement is what awoke him in the first place.

"Hnng, dude, stop," he rasps, his voice rough and dry of disuse. His whole body shivers in pain with just those three words.

"Eddie! Oh God, Eddie!" 

Eddie’s sight can’t focus for shit, not yet, but his brain is still more or less functional, even if he finds himself wrapped in a bear hug, warm arms around him holding him tight, the softest hair brushing his cheeks and lips.

Steve Harrington’s voice, his mind supplies. Steve “The Hair” Harrington is hugging me. 

That can’t be, he must be sleeping, dreaming a wild dream, or maybe he’s dying, yeah, his mind giving him visions of what he wants before exhaling his last breath. Because, why, why, would Steve Harrington hug him?

The pressure of the hug is enough to make Eddie whimper and shock in pain, and he barely hears Harrington calling him to stay awake, begging him to not fall asleep again… But he’s tired, he can’t remember why, or why his whole being is screaming in pain, but his eyes shut close once more.

And then he’s again in that hellish dimension that is like the real world but corrupted and toxic, an eternal lighting storm crowning the sky. And that dark hurricane of winged things is attacking him again and again, he feels fangs clamping at his soft skin, breaking it, long, whip-like tails choking him.

He’s dying now for sure, there’s no way he can survive this shit, and he misses the previous dream with Harrington, he misses his arms around him, protecting him… As Steve promised him he will always do.

Just, he didn’t, right? Steve forgot about Eddie, but Eddie never forgot about Steve. And now, unsure about if he’s dreaming or if he’s again in the Upside Down being eaten alive, Eddie is just happy to be friends with Steve again. What a pathetic little thing he is, well, some things never change. But he can’t die, not yet, not without knowing that Steve and the girls and the kids are safe; he can die being perceived as a satanic murder by the mob, he can die knowing his love will never be requited, but he’s not going to surrender without watching his friends climbing through the portal to their world again.

-

Before everything.

“Hi, I’m Steve Harrington!” A chirpy voice startles him from behind. Eddie turns slowly, his dark brown fringe almost covering his eyes. “We can sit together if you want! I always sit near the window, but you can take that place if you prefer it! What’s your name?”

“Edward Munson,” the kid answers shyly. “But everyone calls me Eddie.”

Everyone is just his uncle Wayne, since his mother called him monster and his father never called him anything. But well, uncle Wayne took him last year and now they’re living together, and he does call him Eddie in an affectionate way, and he doesn’t blame him for having to work hard to be able to feed them, nor for taking the only room in the small trailer. Uncle Wayne is his family now. Uncle Wayne is everyone who matters.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie!” The kid, Steve, says, and points him to sit near the window. “I never saw you here before! Are you new in Hawkins?”

Eddie nods, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the other kid’s energy. “No, but… Last year I was sick and couldn’t come to Middle School…”

“Oh, no, the school sucks but being sick is worse!”

During that first day, Steve doesn’t leave Eddie, asking every single question to him. What happened to his parents? Does he really live in a trailer? Is he really a year older than Steve? Steve seems like he can’t understand that Eddie is eleven while he’s still ten years old, Steve is already a bit taller and broader than him, it just feels weird - they both are lanky, gangling kids as the rest of the kids in the class, but Steve only cares about Eddie.

Weeks turn into months, and Steve and Eddie are the best friends ever. They spend all the time together, in class and then after school. Mrs Harrington doesn’t like Steve to be at Munson’s trailer, but she allows the kids to play in her home; uncle Wayne buys Eddie a bicycle, but he picks him from Harrington’s house in his car when the night falls. 

Eddie is now more open, he’s not the shy kid that keeps his mouth shut, but a funny, noisy kid that loves making his best friend and his uncle laugh. He has a vivid imagination and he quickly discovers his love for fantasy books and his mind is full of ideas.

Steve is more into sports, but he always asks Eddie to read to him or to tell him about the stories he imagines in his head, and Eddie is happy to oblige.

Eddie loves when Mrs Harrington lets him stay for the night, like she finally accepts him as his son’s best friend, and she even allows them to order pizza for dinner.

They’re twelve and they’re in Steve’s living room alone, Eddie is reading out loud for Steve, the kid is looking at him in awe. Eddie loves to make voices and to impersonate the characters. This tale is of his own invention, about a warrior and a bard - Eddie recently discovered music and guitars and he’s a bit obsessed with them, if he’s honest - that travel the world together living adventures and facing monsters.

The bard just made something stupid in his story, like launching himself to a monster to protect the warrior, his best friend, and the bard ends wounded. Steve gasps and props on his elbows.

“No!” He almost yells. “Is he going to be ok?”

“Hm, want me to read it to you or…”

“Come on, Eddie, dude, you’re killing him!”

“I’m not! It’s good for the story!” Eddie argues.

“How’s that good for the story?”

“Because a good story needs to have feelings, Steve, and…”

“Well, why isn't the warrior saving him?” Steve demands to know. “They’re friends, right? It’d suck if he dies because his best friend in the world just ignores him to death!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Harrington! He’s not going to die, ok? Of course the warrior is going to save him.”

“Really?”

“Promise, now, let me finish or I won't read to you again.”

Eddie finishes his story and closes the notebook where he wrote it, feeling warm and proud of himself when Steve hums and nods, a smile in his lips. 

“He lives.”

“Promised you, didn’t I?”

There’s a moment of silence before Steve talks again.

“You know, I’ll always protect you and be with you, right?” He’s now kneeling in front of Eddie, extremely serious. Steve can be really serious when he thinks it matters, and now, this moment, matters a lot.

Eddie feels himself blush, lately that’s happening a lot when they’re together. It’s a funny feeling, his stomach feels like it's full of butterflies flying all over, and his heart skips a beat right before it starts hammering in his chest.

“And I’ll do the same for you, Steve, you’re my best friend.”

“I know,” Steve smiles. 

It’s… a strange moment for them both, the boys are too close to each other, faces almost touching, and they both know that this is the moment in movies when adults kiss, usually a boy and a girl. Eddie and Steve always make funny grimaces when that happens, gesturing as if they’re about to puke.

Also, they both are boys but Eddie can’t care less about that fact, Steve is his best friend, he’s a handsome boy, and suddenly Eddie realises that the whole kissing affair doesn’t seem as disgusting now, well, maybe it’s not disgusting at all if it’s Steve.

Steve looks like he’s thinking the same thing as Eddie, because his best friend’s tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips while looking at Eddie’s.

“Steve…” Eddie whispers, the hairs of his arms on edge, his skin prickling everywhere in anticipation.

“‘S ok, Eddie, we’re friends, right? Best friends, and sometimes…”

“Shut up, Harrington,” Eddie snaps, unable to stay still and just wait for Steve to move, so he’s the one closing the distance between them and flushes his lips against Steve’s wet ones.

The kiss is chaste and clumsy and it lasts only a few seconds, but Eddie decides that it was a perfect first kiss, if he’s one to say it. Steve’s cheeks are red and he’s smiling.

“Maybe… maybe the warrior and the bard should do this in your story, Eddie,” Steve prompts. “You know, after the battle.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Eddie agrees.

Eddie has never heard about best friend kisses, but it must be a thing because since that night, Steve and him kiss a lot. Without tongue, of course, because that’s gross, just lips against lips. 

Maybe he’s never heard of that kind of kiss before because it's like a secret, they never do it in public, nor talk about it with anyone, it’s their little secret. Eddie is happy, though, unable to think about a better way to express how much he cares for Steve.

-

When Eddie is fourteen, things start to change, not for good.

Eddie is unable to stop thinking about their kiss and he wants to kiss his friend again, but Steve is… acting weird. He never talks about the kiss, and instead, he starts talking to girls and chasing them. Eddie supposes that he should do the same, he just doesn’t find any girl pretty enough, not if he compares them with Steve, and he can’t help but to compare. 

Eddie is slowly realising that, well, there’s something wrong with him, since all the guys in their class are talking about the girls they like, and Eddie is just thinking about, well, other boys. Mostly Steve, but Eddie is not blind, there are some other boys in the school that are handsome enough to look at and, well, they seem kissable too.

It doesn’t help either that Steve barely has time for Eddie now that he joined the basketball team and has new friends, like Tommy H. Tommy is, well, a bully, he doesn’t like Eddie and he lets everyone know what he thinks about the dark brown haired boy. 

The first four or five times that Tommy faces Eddie and starts calling him bad things, Steve puts himself between them both and stops Tommy, quickly apologising in the name of a new friend, but then he makes an excuse and leaves Eddie behind.

They don’t hang out anymore; uncle Wayne asks Eddie about Steve and Eddie feels a rush of rage and shame taking over him and says that Steve is stupid and an idiot, and that they’re not friends anymore. Uncle Wayne takes him out for ice cream, not knowing what to do to cheer up his boy.

Eddie doesn’t try to reach Steve anymore, and Steve, well. If he cares he doesn’t say it; they don’t sit together at class anymore, and it’s for the best, really. Now, Eddie can nurse his broken heart alone, and he’ll make new friends, while Steve can focus on his sport and stuff, it’s ok. Eddie would never have thought that losing a friend could hurt this much, but his uncle promises him that it’ll pass with time, all wounds heal with time and care.

If Eddie cries at night thinking about Steve and wondering if he’s kissing pretty girls the way they used to kiss, well, that hurts even more. 

For Christmass, uncle Wayne buys Eddie his first electric guitar, with the promise that Eddie will practise every day. Eddie knows that they don’t have a lot of money and guitars are expensive, and he promises that he’ll learn and that he’ll become a great guitarist. It’s not like he has friends to spend time with, though.

-

Eddie doesn’t kiss anyone else until his sixteenth birthday.

He made it to High School somehow, his hair almost reaching his shoulders in wild curls, he decided that he’s not cutting his hair anymore. He’s following the steps of his favourite rock stars -  a new rock band, Metallica, released their first album last year and Eddie immediately fell in love - and he really thinks the whole aesthetic suits him just good.

And he’s been exchanging looks with a guy in his class. James Wheatly is his name, he has a lovely mop of light brown hair and cold eyes, and smirks at him knowingly every single time. It’s James who moves first, shoving Eddie to the empty gym between classes, his front flushing against Eddie’s back, sending shivers down his spine.

“Heard it’s your birthday today, Munson,” James whispers in his ear when they’re finally alone inside the gym, crowding him against the wall. 

“It is, Wheatly, why? Do you have something for me?” Eddie teases back, his whole body on fire and reacting quickly to the other boy’s proximity.

James is taller than him, Eddie likes that. He also likes his soft hair. He tries his best to not think about another boy, also taller and blonder than him, because it’s his birthday and he doesn’t want his special day ruined by old memories.

“Maybe I have something for you…”

And just like that, James is kissing him. His tongue demanding to enter his mouth, Eddie gasps at the intrusion, dizzy and a bit confused. It’s his first kiss with tongue, after all, and it’s nothing like he imagined it would be. It’s rough and James’ teeth clank against his, and his hands are sweaty when they wander under Eddie’s t-shirt.

It’s an awful, shitty kiss, but Eddie is hard in his jeans too soon, looking for friction; his hands grab James’ hips and tugs to flush their bodies together, happy to find that the other guy’s cock is just as interested as his own.

But of course…

“Hey! What the fuck are you two doing here?” 

The door opens and clicks shut in an instant, Eddie bolts and tries to squirm off James’ body, but the other doesn’t let him, pressing him harder against the wall, arms bracketing his head.

“Fuck, let me go, Wheatley!” Eddie demands.

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Fuck.

“Get off, Harrington, this has nothing to do with you,” Wheatly snaps, turning to see Steve. Eddie looks over James’ shoulder as well, and his heart breaks a bit more at seeing him there, standing still, frozen in his spot, eyes wide taking in the sight in front of him.

“Eddie, are you ok?” He’s cheek enough to ask and to even sound, what? Offended by the sight? Like he never kissed a guy before. Eddie can be the only guy he ever had kissed, but still, he has no right to be offended by this.

“He’s good, Harrington, leave now.”

Eddie is, well, he’s not exactly ok. He can feel anxiety creeping up his spine and twisting his stomach in knots, his hard on flagging down, and his birthday is very much ruined.

“I’m not going anywhere unless he tells me to, Wheatly,” Steve says in that tone that gives no space to argue.

Eddie shouldn’t find it as hot as it is, honestly, and his very soul is singing because it’s close to what he wants. He wants Steve to look at him again, he wants Steve to protect him as he promised years ago, and fuck, he wants Steve to be the one kissing him and not James Wheatly.

If Steve wants to be concerned and worried about him, then better do it in private, because Eddie can’t open that door again, he can’t believe that he means something for Steve still, because his poor, weak heart is not healed yet and he doesn’t want to break it again.

But Eddie knows better. This is nothing like that. This is Steve The King Harrington, probably thinking that Wheatly is the bad guy here, like he’s forcing Eddie or whatever. Eddie wants this, or wanted it before the interruption.

“I’m ok, Harrington,” Eddie growls. “Wheatly was about to give me my birthday gift before you showed your stupid face here, now, if you would let us alone…”

Eddie regrets his words immediately, and he knows he’ll regret them even more lately. It just sucks to not be able to forget Steve, to be forced to witness how he’s growing up into a handsome man, to know all the girls' names he has been dating. It’s a specific kind of torture he never knew he was supposed to get used to. 

Steve grimaces and, for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s going to approach them and separates them for the way Steve is looking at him.

In a better world, Steve and him would still be friends and maybe something more. In this world, though, Steve turns around and leaves them alone, the door shutting closed again with a soft click.Eddie shouldn’t feel disappointed about the fact that Steve didn’t even close the door with a hard, loud slam. 

James says that he can’t do this now, after the interruption, obviously worried about his own name, if Steve decides to talk about what he has seen…

“He’s not going to say anything,” Eddie reassures him, even if he’s not completely sure about it either.

“He better not, Munson, or you’ll be the one suffering the consequences, you hear me? I can’t… Fuck, Stacy can’t know…”

“Stacy?”

“My girlfriend, you fag,” James spits. “Don’t talk to me again.”

James leaves him alone in the gym and Eddie sighs, unsure about how to feel. He knew that being into men it was going to be hell, he just thought he’d have more time to enjoy little things.

The day after his birthday, basically the whole high school is throwing weird glances at him. In his locker there is written, in bright, red letters, cocksucker. Great. If at least he had the chance to suck a cock… 

Steve Harrington gives him a worried, sympathetic look on his way to his class. In a corner, James Wheatly and Tommy H - and his insufferable girlfriend - are laughing at him. Eddie knows that it wasn’t Steve who opened his mouth nor who wrote the original graffiti in his locker door. But Steve did nothing to stop them from doing it, either.

Eddie’s heart breaks even more, but well, he can survive whatever life throws at him.

-

It’s almost Christmass, finally 1983 is coming to an end - fucking finally.

It has been hard, with the Byers kid disappeared - he found him dead and then he was alive? That was insane, man -, but it was good to know that Byers Big Brother, Jonathan - handsome, nerd boy - fought against Steve and won. 

Eddie didn’t want to feel the urge to come to Steve and help him with his swollen, wounded face, but the heart wants what it wants; he’s proud at least that he didn’t run to him to actually do it. It’s something.

And then that poor girl, Barbara. Eddie didn’t know her but fuck, it’s still scary.

He survives thanks to his DnD club and his band, Corroded Coffin, and after all, he supposes that he’s doing great if he’s still alive and with friends and hobbies to keep his mind occupied.

People still call him fag and other things, but well. When uncle Wayne discovers all this shit that is going on with his nephew and asks him, Eddie confesses his sins, a lump in his throat. This is when you kick me out too, Eddie thinks the whole time. 

“Is this why you and that kid, Harrington, are not friends anymore?” His uncle asks, and Eddie nods, expecting the worst.

His uncle reaches to him and hugs him fiercely. 

“I’m going to talk with the headmaster of that shithole that is Hawkins High School, and the next time talk to me about this, Eddie, please, I don’t want them to hurt you.”

Eddie cries his heart out, clinging to his uncle in that tight hug, and he can’t help but to feel grateful. His life is shit, sure, but it could be so much worse that he feels sick about thinking about it. 

-

The start of 1984 is not better.

It’s kind of ironic to see Jonathan Byers scowling at Steve and his girlfriend, Nancy, the same way Eddie scowls at them, just for different reasons. Jonathan, poor boy, is longing for Nancy Wheeler just as himself is longing for Steve Harrington. 

It’s also the year Eddie starts making really, truly horrible decisions. He starts hanging out with the wrong people, the smell of weed is not as bad after a few tries, and the weird sensation like being floating frees his mind.

He lies to himself, saying that he doesn’t care for Harrington anymore, telling himself that his heart is not clenching every time he drives around the city and finds Steve taking care of a curly haired kid. 

Eddie learns about other things in his spare time. Now he wears a black bandana on his left pocket, and… it’s not perfect, but he has a different kind of fun.

There are more guys like him out there. 

What if he once thought about having a loving, meaningful first time with someone who loves him and who he loves back? Mindless, senseless sex is just as good.

His focus problems are worse than ever, and he can spend hours playing his guitar and thinking about his next DnD campaign, or not wanting anything with the things that make him happy for weeks. He feels restless and fidgety, and he fails miserably on every test.

But he knows, his life is about to change.

-

Eddie starts to believe that Hawkins is, indeed, cursed.

Every day more and more people disappear without leaving a trail, just to be found dead weeks later after July the 4th.

The big ass mall Starcourt is eaten by flames.

He knows that Steve has been working there the whole summer, and he can’t express how relieved he is when his uncle tells him that Steve is safe and sound, even if a lot of people died that night, Chief Hopper among them.

Eddie tries to distract himself, even if he’s scared as fuck.

-

He decides to adopt the new outcasts that come to Hawkins High; he recognises immediately the curly-haired boy, Steve’s friend or whatever. The kid has a wide grin and a pure heart and fuck, he’s brilliant. Dustin Henderson, huh, of course the kid can’t stop talking about Steve. 

Eddie does care about it, but Dustin digs his way to Eddie’s heart so fucking easily that Eddie allows him, well, everything, even when the teen introduces Erica Sinclair to the Hellfire Club.

Those kids are something else, man, and Eddie can’t help but accept them. He always wanted little brothers and this is the closest thing; he vows to protect them as long as he can, here in their small DnD club that people claim is a satanic cult. 

Chrissy. Such a wonderful, lovely girl, oh if he just were straight he could fall in love with her. And she dies in front of him. 

No.

That’s not dying. That’s being tortured, for some invisible, allmighty form.

He’s hiding.

He’s holding a broken bottle to Steve’s throat.

The Upside Down.

…

He’s dying in the Upside Down, he’s telling Dustin that this is his year. 1986, baby. He can feel it.

-

Now.

“He wakes up and falls again, I don’t know what to do.”

“The wounds are all clean, Steve, you did a great job,” another voice says, a girl.

“I can’t even have him awake enough so he can take the painkillers, what if this is not enough? We can’t take him to the hospital.”

“He doesn’t have a fever anymore, that’s a good sign, right?” Another female voice.

They all sound distressed and worried, and fuck, it seems like they’re worried about him.

“He needs time to recover, and you need to rest. I’ll stay with him, ok?”

-

Eddie is tired, but for once, he thinks he’s alive.

His body hurts too much to be dead, fuck it, and his mind has been spiraling over and over a single thought since the last time he was awake enough that words made sense.

Steve Harrington is worried about you, can’t die now, you need to wake up, Eddie. Wake up. For Steve.

He wants to hate himself for being like this, for being still in love with his childhood best friend. Oh, Eddie is into S&M, sure, but this is a whole next level of masochism, this will to keep himself alive despite the hard work the demobats took with him, just to know how things would be now with Steve.

Eddie is not the innocent twelve years old who kissed him once. Eddie survived middle school and, well, he survived more or less through high school. He’s a great DM and leader of the Hellfire Club, he’s a fucking amazing guitarist and a freak, and an okayish drug sealer. 

He can remember stepping into Steve’s personal space and he can remember feeling that old friendship renewed between them both. Steve wearing his Dio’s vest.

Steve, shirtless, just his vest and some improvised bandages.. Fuck, Steve is hairy now, far hairer than him. 

“Fuck,” Eddie groans out loud, his body reacting by itself, ignoring all his wounds and headache and hunger and, well, his state can only be worse if he was actually dead.

“Eddie!”

Again that bear hug, but now Eddie knows is real.

“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok,” Eddie manages to say. He made it, he’s alive if only to see Steve for one last time. “I’m fine.”

“You’re awake, I need to tell the kids… Fuck, Nancy was here just a moment ago, I.. fuck! You’re awake!” Steve has again that restless energy and that father-of-the-year attitude that Eddie finds endearing.

But Nancy? Oh yes, Eddie tried to convince Steve to fight for her, since he’s clearly after her still. Well, he wanted to be supportive, and it’s not like he has a chance, right? Maybe he and Steve can be friends now that he’s not a total jerk. It will hurt but…

“Eddie? Fuck, do you have a concussion? Answer me, dude.”

“I’m ok, Harrington, relax…”

“I asked you what do you want to eat, you need to eat something to take the painkillers, but if you have a con-”

“I don’t have a concussion, I promise, I… I’ll eat whatever, thank you, I’m just fine with whatever, you know.”

Steve makes a pained sound. He doubts for a moment before leaving Eddie alone, like he doesn’t want to.

-

Bit by bit, Steve tells everything to Eddie.

Steve describes the scene the best he can: Eddie dying, laying on the dirty ground, demobats all around them, Dustin nursing him while Steve protected them both.

Shortly after, the demobats started falling into the ground, dead, and the ever-present storm produced a deafening thunder then. The magical girl, Eleven or Jane or whatever defeated Vecna-Henry-One in his own mind, and saved Max, the day, and they all.

Steve carried his body to their world then, Robin and Nancy were barely able to keep Dustin from Eddie’s lifeless body during the trip home. 

“We thought we lost you, man,” Steve says softly, sitting at the edge of the bed where Eddie is still laying, propped against pillows. “Dustin was crying, Nancy and Robin looked like they were about to faint, and you… “

Steve swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down his throat. Eddie shouldn’t be focusing on that but alas.

“You were unconscious, a dead weight on my arms, your hair brushing my arm and it felt like barbed wire, I swear, it was unreal. So pale, so… “

Dead. 

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about… everything. About what you said to me about Nancy and me, about our friendship, about Dustin and the kids…”

Now Eddie is who has his mouth dry. Good to know that his almost death is what made Steve think about what he wants in his life: his wife, his six kids - yeah, Eddie heard that, he still swears it hurt more than the demobats attacking him -, his adopted kids that are now growing up… 

Eddie braces himself to hear it, to hear that his almost death was good for Steve because now he knows that life is short and that he’s going to ask Nancy to marry him or whatever. 

“I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

What?

“What?”

“I promised you to protect you but I left you alone, I left our friendship die because I’m a fucking coward, and I don’t pretend you to forgive me or to even being friends again, because fuck, why would you?” Steve is rambling, trying to stay calm but he’s not. His hands are again fidgeting and for the first time Eddie sees it. One of his rings is on Steve’s little finger, and Steve is playing with him to keep the composure.

“It’s ok, I understand…” Eddie says. He really does understand Steve, and he knows about unrequited love and after what happened during the last month, he had the chance to see for himself that Steve Harrington had changed for real. Now he’s the older version of that ten years old kid he met once, the kid that was his friend: open and confident and kind and good. Steve has grown up and has taken care of childs that are not his, just because it was the right thing to do.

Steve is now a good man; he never was a bully, but he had bully friends, and Eddie believes in second chances. 

Eddie can forgive him for making bad decisions, just as he did as well. That’s what youth is, right? To be a teenage and be dumb as fuck and then learn of your mistakes.

“I should never have stopped to be your friend, Eddie, I missed you so much, and then it was too late and then…”

“And then the Upside Down happened…” Eddie finishes for him, and Steve nods. “It’s ok, Steve, hey, really. I’m alive, the bad guy is dead and you have your happy little family again, it’s like the stories I used to write or… Or my DnD campaigns. Happy endings and all that jazz, right? Everything is fine.”

Steve snorts.

“Is it okay if we’re friends again? I… I know I messed up everything and I promise to make it up to you, Eddie, I’m not that asshole anymore, or I try not to be at least.”

“Of course it’s ok… Fuck, Steve, maybe you can even help to be one of the popular boys now that we’re friends again!” Eddie jokes, and he laughs seeing Steve’s grimace at that, it’s worth it even if he coughs and his ribs make him gasp in pain.

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