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wanted-game-if · 3 months

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Wanted Game is a cowboy fantasy with some lovecraftian horror interactive fiction game

You wake up in the middle of nowhere, the sun blistering hot

no food,

no water,

and probably the most concerning thing of all you don't remember anything not your name, not where you are and not what you look like

You are found by a gang of outlaws the leader (or who you assume the leader to be) takes you captive but then offers you a deal you can't possibly pass up but things smell fishy.. they are outlaws who are there for their selfish reasons how can you truly trust them;

especially when they all seem to know something about you even though you have a mask stuck to your face they aren’t willing to tell what they know about you

no matter how close you get or how many tricks you try

• A customizable Mc though physical customization is somwhat limited until later in the story.

• Paint/design the mask and thought out the story their will be some options that will affect your mask

• Romance 10 of the charaters 7 main ones and 3 youll just have to figure out, one of the secret romances is a poly route with Oscar, got commitment issues or just looking for fun theres a large aray of flings along the road so dont you worry

• Doom or help the jobs succeed with your choices

• Grow relationships with the rest of the gang {{and even the group of bounty hunters chasing after you and the gang}}

• When not doing jobs entertain your self with a hobby or work on your skills

Oscar || He/They || 24 || 5’3

Growing up in the gang most would probably assume Oscar is mean, greedy, selfish but if given the chance you would find a soft caring man with a love for literature almost always with a book when he is not scouting or helping his ma with sewing up clothes the gang tend to wreck

Emile || Xe/Xem || 27 || 5’10

Oscars older brother Emile is very protective of Xyrs little brother emile is known to sleep around and be a massive flirt but never actually letting anyone be anything to Xem then a pretty face Xe can fool around with. sometimes you catch Xem staring at you with a expression you don’t quite understand

Louis || He/Him || 30 || 6’2

A very quiet man always tending to the horses or making wood sculptures hes very quiet keeping to himself not because of anything distrustful or rude he seems to just like being alone he is always looking to help out with jobs as long as he can keep his distance with people

Boss || He/Him || 58.. || 6’0

{{ Attracted to anyone but must be close to them emotionally before he does anything sexual in nature }}

A very talkative older man with alot of elegance for a outlaw he always has plans brewing though his number one goal is keeping the gang safe. He tends to be overprotective of everyone and can be a very hotheaded man its very easy to press his buttons

Ares || he/they/she || 28 || 5’11

Growing up in high society Ares learnt to be a very charismatic and social fellow most people would call her a charming, gentle, kind person but if you peer close enough through their wall you will soon learn that she is not at all what she appears and she has a more nasty complex towards commoners, rich folk and especially outlaws

Clara || She/Her || 40 || 5’5

Clara a sweet older lady recently joined up with the gang temporarily to help get funds to get her home but something about her story doesn’t add up, she seems like she wouldn’t hurt a fly so many dismiss her but some ought remember she is still an outlaw no matter how sweet she seems

Adelaide || She/Her || 37 || 4’9

Adelaide is the best with all things traps, distractions and explosives she cant be a bit much always adding a flare to everything and talking so fast you only barely understand she isn’t very observant when it comes to body language and tone so don’t expect her you realize your emotions straight away. she is also Boss’s Niece

T} ??? || he/him || 35 || 6’0 || Poly route with Oscar

“They are so utterly perfect for him I’m jealous of them but i also want them aswell how selfish my heart is”

S} ??? || They/Them || 29 || 5’8

“In darkness she is the one stray ray of light that kisses my face”

J} ??? || they prefer just to be called by their name || 33 || 6’5

“Its against my job, my morals,my life so tell me why it feels so right”

||Demo:TBA || Pinterest || Art Acc ||

Sorry for any misspellings or weird way i worded things

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Hi! Idk if you'll be interested, but, would you please write like an Eddie x cheerleader! Reader secret relationship, but like the ones that you do in like text messages? I really love how you write and I would love it if you wrote something like that!!

Hiiii babes!! So I’ve never written for a cheerleader before so I’m sorry if this is horrible but I hope you like it!! Also idk why I made Eddie kinda an asshole? But it just seemed fitting and that’s where my mind went 😂🙈 but anyway enjoy and if you want more let me know!!💖

#eddie munson request #eddie munson au #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #secret romance #hellcheer #Eddie Munson social media au #Eddie Munson #stranger things au #stranger things social media au #my little dungeon master baby

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miakate-writes · 3 months

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ahhh i love ur prompts! how about forbidden romance?

Forbidden romance prompts 🥀💜

"you know i didn't mean what i said earlier" "i know"

"what if someone sees?"

"keep quiet"

"you can't tell anyone about this"

"i missed you"

"do you think they noticed?"

"are they onto us?"

"we need to be apart for a while"

"i can't stand being away from you" "we have no choice, love"

"have they been asking questions"

"meet me tonight"

"our spot at 7"

"need you tonight"

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fanfictiondramione · 1 year

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A moment, a look I saw the sun wake up Behind your smile Reminds me

That I can try to forget you But you always will be The wave that drags me Who takes me to your sea

I get lost in your eyes And diving without thinking If I'll be back

I can try to forget you But you always will be The wave that drags me Who takes me to your sea

Engage me and take me Far from here

Você sempre será, de Marjorie Estiano (Portuguese to English)

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lina-linny · 2 months

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summary: you are in an secret relationship with Wooyoung

Words: 1.5k

I carefully walked through the corridors of the backstage area until I found the right door. I hesitated briefly before pushing the door handle down to prepare myself mentally for the chaos that was likely to come with a job at Ateez.

When I actually got into the mess by opening the door and walking through, I was still anything but prepared for the hectic bustle inside the waiting room.

Wooyoung noticed me first. His face lit up in an instant and he came rushing towards me to embrace me.

"yyyyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn I missed you sooooo much!!!" he wailed as he hugged me. "Woo we last saw each other two hours ago.

" I said softly but couldn't resist pressing him a little closer to me.

"But that was way too long! I really missed you." He didn't say the last sentence so exaggeratedly and I knew he meant it.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. I couldn't handle these quick switches from fun to sincerity that Wooyoung sometimes made.

"I was only gone because I had something to do," I explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wooyoung sounded really surprised, but didn't move a bit in our embrace.

"Didn't think of it, sorry." I stroked his hairline.

"Do you want to make it up to me?" He asked into the crook of my neck. Now Woo lifted his head and grinned at me challengingly. I sighed inwardly. What was this restless man up to again? Definitely nothing good. However, I really owed him one. So I just shrugged my shoulders. Woo's grin grew even wider if possible.

"You could kiss it good again. Then I might forgive you." Wooyoung stared directly into my eyes, which were widened with surprise, while his face hovered right in front of mine. My gaze slid to his lips. While we were standing there, I had completely blocked out the other people in the room, but at that moment they came back to me like alarm bells.

I squirmed out of Wooyoung's embrace with a bright red head, stuck my tongue out at him and disappeared as quickly as possible.

~☆~

I stared at the hellish mess in front of me. Wooyoung, san and yeosang were lying on the floor. They were making a murderous noise while San and Wooyoung started tickling and kissing poor Yeosang.

But as sorry as I felt for Yeosang, couldn't he scream and cry a little quieter? Besides, it would be more pleasant for everyone present if San and Woo could continue at a more subdued volume. (They would never stop voluntarily anyway. That's why I didn't get my hopes up).

I loved all the boys they were just a bit too loud for some. My migraine from the day before was throbbing in my head and yet I had to smile at the sight of these three idiots.

I had known ateez for 5 years now. I had been with them since the beginning of their career. I work as a make up artist for KQ and loved my job as well as the people I did it with. They were all like a second family to me.

I had taken all eight members of Ateez to my heart, but I was particularly fond of one person. Whenever he teased me with banalities or laughed uproariously about something while clapping his hands, my heart fluttered a little too much.

I had fallen in love with young Wooyoung bit by bit over time. And while everyone just saw us as two good friends, something else developed between us.

Wooyoung's flirting was almost too obvious. When a friend tells you that you can "kiss it good again" while his face hovers inches away from yours, that's not normal.

But if you could still somehow ignore all these clear signs, it was over by our first kiss at the latest. Good friends don't kiss, don't spend hours thinking about how the other person's lips tasted or feel that unbearable tingling all over their body.

Good friends didn't say "I love you" to each other, but we did all that. We loved each other behind closed doors.

Sighing, I came back to reality and made my way to my make up desk. Let's get to work!

~☆~

It started relaxed. Jongo came first. He didn't talk that much. Just let me do my work silently.

Then came Hongjoong. He practiced his rap parts of the songs that Ateez was about to perform. Sometimes he shook me a little, which is why I asked him to be quiet for a moment at the most important parts. As soon as I finished, he started singing again, which made me smile.

Next it was Yeosang's turn. He was also very quiet, but had small conversations with me from time to time. When there was silence, it was never unpleasant but simply reassuring.

Then came Seonghwa. The Korean talked to me the whole time. We had a relaxed conversation and talked about all sorts of things.

After these four members had been so relaxed, I naively assumed that the remaining four would be similarly calm. But I rejoiced too soon.

The next three (San, Yunho and Mingi) teased me incessantly. Obviously the three of them had observed the situation after my arrival and thought it was a good idea to tease me about Wooyoung. I actually knew that I shouldn't take the teasing to heart, but it wasn't that easy. I was bright red and didn't talk while I was doing their make-up. While my lips were drawn into a thin line.

Mingi quickly understood that I was very uncomfortable and quickly dropped the subject, but my hands were shaking slightly as I started to do Wooyoung's make-up. Even though I tried to hide the trembling, Wooyoung definitely noticed how my hands were shaking.

"You look really sexy." he grinned in an attempt to cheer me up and I forced a smile. He fround and took my hands carefully in his, preventing me from continuing with my job.

"Y/n what's wrong?" he asked quietly. He didn't need to ask if anything was wrong he knew it was and he also knew that if he asked if anything was wrong I would always answer that "everything was fine" even if I was dying inside. I wasn't good at talking about my problems but I did my best.

"The others saw us... at the entrance... earlier." I became even redder and wondered whether the rest of my body was still supplied with blood if I had this amount of blood on my face.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"You know you're not making me uncomfortable. It's just... I don't know either... I think I'm afraid people will think I took advantage of my position or something. If they find out you'remy boyfriend." I only whispered the last part but Wooyoung had heard it.

"I understand that you're worried but we both know that you would never take advantage of your position. That's all that matters. And if anyone ever says something like that, you have every right to punch them in the face." His tone was now deadly serious and my heart warmed because he wasn't just dismissing my concerns like so many before him.

"When you're ready I'll tell them all that you're with me and I'm with you, that i love you more than the anything and if anyone makes a stupid comment..." he didn't finish the sentence but it was enough for me. I smiled hopefuly and nodded.

After this i simply continued with the make-up. This time calmer than before. Woo stared at me the whole time but remained silent.

So I turned my attention to his lips. I had chosen the perfect shade of lipstick for them and was now applying it. I was so focused that I didn't notice my boyfriend starting to stare at my lips.

I made the final stroke and took a step back to look at my work, but before I knew it, his lips came closer to me and stopped inches from my own. By stopping he wanted to give me a chance to escape. He wanted me to decide if I was ready for it. I was confused by his actions but I didn't hesitate for a moment.

As I joined our lips our souls merged into one . our lips moved in unison. My lipstick smudged with his but I couldn't have been more indifferent. We both felt this pleasant tingle run through our bodies.

When we broke away, we giggled. I heard clapping and whistling from the corner of the room where the rest of the Members and Staff were sitting. They all beamed at me, which also put a smile on my face.

I looked back at Wooyoung, who was already being teased by san for always making a big show out of everything and that he shouldn't brag about me like that. They both laughed so heartily that it only deepened my smile.

But as nice as the situation was, Wooyoung's lipstick was now officially ruined and I definitely needed to fix it again before he went on stage.

~☆~

I watched as the eight members all made their final preparations. Some checked their in-ear again, others stretched, and even others went over their lines one last time.

Wooyoung did none of this. He preferred to snuggle up to me and ignore the fact that he had to be on stage in a few minutes.

"Woo you have to go! You can't just stay with me."

"And what if that's exactly what I want? just want to cuddle with my girlfriend." I sighed but had to smile. This stupid boy.

"Come on, don't be like that. You can cuddle with me again in a few hours."

"But that's far too long!"

The manager's voice announced that everyone should get ready. In a minute they were ready to go on stage. Wooyoung broke away from me, grumbling and complaining, and joined the other members.

The music started and the first one walked onto the stage, then the second. Suddenly Wooyoung broke away from the queue, ran back to me and planted a kiss on my rosy lips.

Then he ran straight onto the stage as the last of the eight members. Smiling, I ran my finger over my swollen lips. He was such an idiot sometimes, I thought, shaking my head. My idiot.

#ateez x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #ateez #wooyoung x y/n #ateez oneshot #boyfriend #kpop #south korea #secret romance

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nxwtonsxngster · 24 days

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okay hear me out this is something @adoresbenho and i came up with on our late night facetime call yesterday

modern au, picture vince and jorge running each an illegal business (like dr*g or something) and they’re absolute enemies;

meanwhile thomas is vince’s son and minho is jorge’s, both work for their dads so are supposed to hate each other but they’re actually secret lovers??

the plot being about thominho being in love behind their dads’ backs meanwhile vince and jorge are fighting to ruin the other’s business and involving their sons into their toxic battle

add an hint of drama ofc, and maybe an enemies to lovers vinge side plot?

i’d sell my SOUL for this

#tmr series #modern au #plot ideas #minho tmr #thomas tmr #thominho #jorge tmr #vince tmr #very much hoping i’m not the only one stanning vinge on this planet #i love gay old men #the maze runner #my tags are so not in order my apologies #enemies to lovers #secret romance #jorge and minho being family is my biggest weakness #potential fanfic

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theimpurelily · 7 months

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1: You Still Care

Word Count: 2,390

Notes: Second part of Forget-Me-Not

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Never in his life had Riftan ever felt such hatred for paper. Out of the countless correspondents he had written never before had he felt such trepidation toward putting his words on paper. There was no need for this, Riftan had long ago let go of any anxiety he felt towards his penmanship or grasp on the common tongue. So why, why after years of writing painfully boring correspondence for people he couldn’t tolerate, could he not write her one simple letter?

It wasn’t for lacked of time, he had already been at Anatol for a few days now, having finally come home, finally away from the infuriated nobles at Drachium and finally away from Gabel and Hebaron’s constant pestering and ‘advise’ that he would never admit was possibly helpful. That not being said, part of him wished they had never opened their mouths. Their words did nothing but fill his head and dreams with visions of Maxi in ways he had never imagined before, leaving him too restless in the morning for his liking, like a teenager who couldn’t control himself anymore.

It wasn’t for lack of content, not really, however nothing he had didn't feel suitable to write down. Telling her about the bandits they had dispatched on the way to Drachium might only make her worry and no force on earth could make him to tell her of the noble woman he had to kick out of his chambers on the first night they stated at the capital or how more than one noble whispered the word pagan not so subtly under their breath as he walked by.

No, none of that was necessary to tell her.

Riftan looked down at the letter in his hands, trying his best to ignore the several others that laid crumpled up or ripped apart at his feet. He knew he needed to finish by today, his men were already prepared to go for their possibly months-long excursion to remedy their money issue before he ‘ruined’ them as Ruth so eloquently put it.

It was a necessary trip that he wasn’t looking forward to.

No matter how hard he tried, some cruel force seemed to believe it necessary to keep him away from home. True, he would leave in a heartbeat if he knew the destination would lead to her, but this wasn’t the case and he desperately wanted to just be home for a moment. To have time to examine his lands and keep watch over the construction, to try and see some improvement in his work, to keep an eye on the people who had placed their loyalty so quickly onto his shoulders.

As he rubbed his hand over his face with one hand his other started to run his thumb over the dried ink on the page, staying quiet for a moment before letting out a dejected sigh that echoed against the barren stone walls of his chambers. Out of every letter he had ever written, why did the one for her have to feel so…impersonal.

It was a terribly short letter, with only real mention that he had arrived back at Anatol safe and on the progress of the wall's construction since she seemed interested in that before and made sure to inform her that he would not be home for some time, though he remained vague as to why and…not much else.

It felt strange to write down anything of real detail. Part of him was still worried about the boy she had put her faith in with their letters. Until he felt secure, he didn’t feel the need to risk putting too much on paper.

What good would it do if someone else read how painfully and pathetic he missed her?

How often he found himself looking out at the barren garden and thought of her?

How during his travels, he would catch himself remembering the feeling of her hair in his hands or how it looked shining in the sunlight as he watched the firelight dance.

How badly he just wanted to hold her again, to be swept away by the sound of her voice or the smell of her perfume. Just let her presence sweep away the worries of the world where he could forget for just a moment of the people in Anatol who revered him in a way that made his heart heavy, of Ruth’s worrying over his stay at Drachium or his constant nagging for them to figure out how to rebuilt his land before caused his fortune to run dry.

He couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that crept up his throat as he set the letter down. He wished so desperately she was here, words always seemed to feel so meaningless. He would much rather show how he felt than write it down. But fate wouldn’t allow it, she wasn’t here, she would never be here.

Without really thinking, Riftan slowly moved his hand to touch the stone hanging around his neck. If some day, he found the stone had turn smooth from how often he touched it he wouldn't be surprised. Lately he had found himself toying with it even when during the rare times he wasn’t wearing it and, more often than not, Riftan would wake up to his hand tightly clutching the stone, leaving little marks on the palm of his hand. He wouldn't mind if the marks never left, in some pathetic way it made him feel like there was some part of her that was there to greet him in the morning.

He smiled a little at the thought of that, of being able to wake up with her face being the first thing he sees, her voice the first thing he would hear. Riftan felt his chest start to feel tight as he swallowed down any hope of that happening.

She’ll never be here, just be thankful for what you are allowed to have.

Riftan let out a frustrated sigh as he eventually gave up and resigned himself to the fact that he would ultimately never be satisfied with any letter he sent off. A small part of him wanted to add in more, possibly tell her why he would be gone, however he felt a little…hesitant to do so. Though he knew there wasn’t any point in worrying. There was no need to make her worry or to think poorly of him that he had to resort to this, to hunting down monsters of the dragon subspecies. Harvesting the various profitable parts from high-grade monsters such as drakes, wyverns, and basilisks just so he could keep Anatol going for a year.

Deep down, part of him knew she wouldn’t think that, there had been no look of disdain in her eyes when he mentioned him being a mercenary but still that small little voice, he had pushed down would still find its way back up, gnawing away at him each time he felt just a small hint of anxiety.

Despite all this, the worry of his words and the wish to not put her in danger if the letter were to fall into the wrong hands he did give in and added one last line before sealing the letter.

In the end the excursion was more than worth it.

Not only had Riftan and his men successfully gone about exterminating drakes and other subdragon, harvesting them for everything they are worth, they had also been able to accept commissions from nobles to deal with other threats. At one point, Riftan even found himself taking part in a sword tournament held at the border simply for the prize money.

To no one's surprise, there had been plenty of criticism thrown his way as he ‘lowered’ himself, tarnishing his knightly honor. It didn’t matter what faceless nobles thought of him, it wasn’t as if they held him in high regard before. They seemed to only see him for his skin, marking him as less than, an imposter who was blemish on their high society.

Though he may have been forced to spend months away from home, away from the letter he hoped was waiting for him, Riftan was able to amass all the gold in Wedon’s southwestern parts. This, of course, made Ruth extremely happy.

“Soon, we’ll be the wealthiest in all of the southern region!”

Riftan was busy trying to not stare a hole into the neatly stacked pile of unopened letters waiting for him to go through while Ruth practically bounced with excitement as he opened a chest of gold coins.

“By God, did you stumble across a grave of a hundred basilisks?” said the mage, his eyes sparkling. “How on earth did you manage to obtain so much treasure?”

Riftan shrugged, his eyes darting between the mage and the letters. “A historical site. Just luck, I suppose.”

“You’re like a bloodhound with gold, I tell you!”

The mage chuckled as he weighed the coins one at a time, after which the servants placed them back inside the chest before taking them to the vault. Riftan watched the process, trying to keep his mind off the letters. He would like nothing more than to shoo away Ruth or simply take the pile of letters and rush off to go through them until he found hers. The only thing holding him back was the fact he didn’t wish Ruth to notice. He knew Riftan, knew he hated receiving any sort of letters since they nearly always called him away from home. For him to suddenly wish to drop everything to read one would only bring attention to it. So, he kept his attention on the treasure being taken away until Ruth spoke.

“Do you think that site was the tomb of an ancient queen? Every other treasure beside the coins are all female adornments.”

Riftan flinched ever so slightly. Ruth leaned forward to inspect an elaborate crown studded with emeralds, rubies, diamonds, and topaz. Next to it was a pile of bracelets, earrings, diamond necklaces, rings, silver hair ornaments, and a gilded jewelry chest. As the mage said, they were all items meant for a woman.

After thoroughly appraising the haul, Ruth grumbled, “You should have just sold them and returned with more gold. These would be a tough sell to anyone but the big merchant guilds, and they never come to Anatol.”

Riftan did his best to appear nonchalant as he picked a plum from a tray. “I don’t plan on selling them. I will keep them in the vault.”

“It would be more useful exchanging them for gold,” Ruth said, frowning. “Never mind the exorbitant cost of the wall. Do you know how much it costs to employ all the sentries and servants at the castle? The wisest thing to do would be to keep this value in currency in the event of an emergency.”

“We should have enough to run the estate for now. They say precious metals only increase in value over time. We can sell them when the need arises.”

Though the mage appeared unconvinced, he redirected his attention to counting the gold coins as though he could not be bothered pursuing the argument.

Riftan let out a small sigh of relief and picked up one of the earrings, twirling it so that the light would catch and play with the sapphire stone sitting within the dainty jewelry. It was true that at least some of these ornaments had been discovered at the site. Most, however, had been purchased. He knew he would never hear the end of it if the mage were to find out.

How I spend my money is none of his concern , he thought in silent rebuttal to an imagined reprimand. He knew some of the items would be useless, any jewelry he gave Maxi had to be easy for her to hide, whether in her room or on her person. Looking back, he knew the necklace was a poor choice in that regard. It was far too bulky and the chain too short for her to hide with ease. As he placed the small earring down his eyes went towards the crown and he nearly shook his head at the ridiculous purchase, but he couldn't help but smile at the time as he pictured her wearing it.

As soon as Ruth seemed satisfied with how everything had been sorted and handled Riftan made quick work in shooing the mage out of his office, ignoring his complaints as he shut the heavy door in his face. When he could hear Ruth’s footsteps fading away down the corridor, Riftan quickly spun around and tore through the different letters, reading only the first few words of each one until he found one with delicate writing.

He couldn’t explain why, but just holding her writing, tracing his thumb over the small crease on the corner of the page possibly done by her made him feel so unbelievably happy. He hadn't even read her words yet, but he already felt all exhaustion and homesickness fade away as he settled behind his desk to read the letter.

Riftan had to chuckle a little to himself, her letter was just as mundane as his though somehow it seemed twice as long. She didn’t seem to skip out on any details, telling him how the boy did exactly what he was told without any issues, of her days in the garden playing with the cat.

She even went on to tell him of all the different books she had read written and filled so many pages with just her favorite parts and asking a few timid questions on if some of the monsters in the books where accurate or not and quickly told him that she was trying to avoid going too high up the library’s ladders (though he remember telling her to stay off them completely). There were several parts where she seemed curious as to why he was leaving his home so soon, but her words felt cautious as if she could tell he was hesitant to say anything more. It made him feel slightly guilty but that was quickly washed away when he read the last line of her letter that made his stomach flip and his chest warm up.

Please stay safe,

I miss you as well.

#under the oak tree #utot #forget me not #paramour #maxi x riftan #utot fanfic #fanfic #secret romance #riftan calypse #under the oak tree fanfiction

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yalocalfanficaddict · 9 months

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I'm back from the dead and hear Me Out...

Royalty AU were Sir Eijirou is putting flowers in Lord Katsuki's hair.

(This is a little drabble of the idea, sorry for any spelling errors, I was tired when I wrote this)

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"I never needed protection," Katsuki stated as he twisted the stem of yet another orange coreopsis. "Yet here I am, with my unguarded heart captured by you."

Eijirou merely laughed as he slid another red anemone in his lover's light ash blond hair. "Oh, the irony," he answered with teasing lightness, a soft smile, and half-lidded eyes. Eijirou glanced down at the hands in his Lord's lap, a half-ring of coreopsis was being worked away at, as another chuckle escaped his lips.

"What are you doing, my Lord?" Eijirou asked as he cautiously attempted to pull Katsuki's hands away from the flowers to examine his ward's work.

Katsuki brought the knot of flowers to his chest, encasing them in his hands. Eijirou wondered if the vibrant shade of orange would stain his square-cut linen tunic. He prayed that it didn't. If word got out and the King and Queen knew—if the public knew—who knew what would happen to them? Eijirou couldn't have that, he cared too much for the beautiful young man in front of him.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" Katsuki shot Eijirou a wary glare, uncertain on how to react.

Not even a beat later, Eijirou already had his hands on his folded knees and his head hung in apology. "Forgive me, my Lord, I wasn't thinking correctly and I deeply apologize."

"I was only teasing," Katsuki scoffed and sat the flowers to his side, he then rocked onto his knees and pinched Eijirou's chin between his index and his thumb, pulling Eijirou's brick-red eyes into his volcanic gaze. "But I'm afraid that a simple apology just won't seem to cut it, Eijirou."

Soft lips met brittle ones as Katsuki used his free hand to coil fingers around Eijirou's dark hair. Eijirou gasped, but immediately shut his eyes to savour the moment, cupping Katsuki's face with his calloused hands.

Even with many sharp, angular attributes, everything about Katsuki was soft. His hair. His skin. His lips. When Katsuki thought Eijirou didn't notice, the Knight had often caught his paramour sending delicate looks in his direction.

When Katsuki pulled away, they both paused, resting their foreheads against one another. Eijirou waited and waited for Katsuki to pull away first. But when he didn't, Eijirou took the hand that pinned his chin and gingerly brought it to his cheek to give it a lovingly caress.

Surprised, Katsuki pulled his head away to exam Eijirou's action. He was shocked by the sudden action of warmth. When Eijirou knew that Katsuki wouldn't further the distance between them, he brought Katsuki's wrist to his lips. The thin fabric radiated with Katsuki's warmth as Eijirou brushed his lips over the back Katsuki's wrist. Once Eijirou slowed his racing heart, he pressed a firmer kiss, one full with affection and care, on the back of the pale wrist in his hand.

"Will that suffice as a proper apology, Lord Katsuki?"

Katsuki's wide eyes narrowed as he struggled to compose himself and school his features. "Yes," he said as he slowly intertwined the hands of the future Marquess and the Knight in training. "I suppose so."

With that, the pair sat in comfortable silence, both enjoying the other's company. One the wind picked up again, blowing some of the loosely placed flowers out of Katsuki's hair, Eijirou glanced down at the faint rustling of orange. "What were you doing with those, coreopsis, my Lord?"

"Eijirou," a sigh escaped Katsuki's lips as he gathered the unfinished ring and plucked more of the surrounding flowers. "I told you to stop calling me that in private. You may be my knight, but you are also my lover. And should be treated as an equal especially when behind closed doors."

"Apologies, my Lor—Katsuki, but you are the son of the Marquess and I am only but a humble Knight." He uttered a low and pained laugh. "How could I be treated as an equal by you?"

Katsuki reached up and gave Eijirou's armoured shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Listen to me, Eijirou. I've known you since the age of seven, I've seen your strength, listened when you've had something to say, and respected your decisions. And you've done the same for me. Isn't that what equals are?"

The Knight averted his gaze from his Lord. "I suppose so..."

"As for the coreopsis," Katsuki continued as he began twisting more flowers onto the chain. "They are for you. It shouldn't be fair that only I am decorated by the flowers of your love."

A smile melted onto Eijirou's face as he watched Katsuki loop the string of orange flowers. When Katsuki placed the floral crown onto Eijirou's head, a small smile flitted across his features. "You look as beautiful as a million sunsets. As breathtaking as thousands of sunrises. And as inviting as a fire on a bitter winter's day." Katsuki murmured as he inched impossibly close. "What have I done to appease the universe and be granted someone like you in my life, Eijirou?"

Eijirou grinned as rose tinted his cheeks and nose. "I feel like I should be the one to ask you that, Katsuki."

When their lips met for a final time, it felt like coreopsis and anemones blooming on a warm spring day.

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lexxwithbooks · 4 months

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📚: 𝑴𝒓. 𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (𝑀𝑟. 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 #1)📱💬

✍🏽: 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 10 months

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Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Chapter 4

Wc:1.9k

Tw: mentions of blood

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

Here’s the master list for previous or future chapters.

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-"Miguel!"- Your body couldn't help but call out his name after seeing such a scene.

A crimson gaze met yours , his face froze as if he'd been caught red handed.

-"Greetings."-He replied as he could since blood was cascading over the corner of his mouth.-"If you excuse me i'll be on my way."- Miguel turned his back and tried to walk away before your voice interrupted him.

-"Are you crazy?! you're losing a stupid amount of blood, what even happened to you?

-"Well i've clearly been better"-He noted in a sarcastic tone.-"But if you must know ive just been flung around by some villains, i could've left less beaten up but i didn't want to interrupt the party they organized for you.”

-"Miguel that's ridiculous , just look at you.-You pressed an open gash on his neck to which he quickly winced to.-"If you needed assistance you should've just called."

In a moment lyla appeared and sat on his shoulder.

-"That's what i told him, we should let him suffer for being so hard headed.”-Lyla joked.

Miguel knotted his eyebrows and shooed her of his shoulders trying to maintain the last string sanity that allowed him to keep a cordial conversation while in extreme pain.

-"come with me, let me tend to your injuries"

-"Thanks for the offered but i can stand a punch, go back to the party now."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes incredulous of this mans priorities.

-"You're literally about to collapse and all you care about is a stupid party?!"-You groaned out at him in hopes that he gets the severity of the matter at hand.

-"Its not just a party."-He expressed with seriousness.-"I haven't seen my spider people that happy in a while, they're joyful to have you here and seem to trust you already. you wouldnt understand but they need that morale to withstand the burden of their responsibilities.So please go back and keep them company ; i can handle myself."

-"What about you?" You asked gleeful after hearing the first kind words Miguel has said to you.

-"What about me?"

-"How do you feel about having me here?"

Miguel looked back at lyla for any indication on how he should respond but she just raised her shoulders at him.

-"Well i certainly feel ... happy?"-He responded with awkwardness so you knew he was lying, catching up onto your disapproving gaze he finally answered with the truth.-With confidence i can say i'm relieved by having you here.

As you grinned in satisfaction with his answer you remembered he was on the brink of falling over, which by the way is very unprofessional on your behalf, you couldn't help it , you found yourself lost in conversation. To convince Miguel to allow to get himself treated you asked dad bod peter to send the spiders some beer and it was as if you never left.

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With some struggle you managed to get Miguel to go to the infirmary, you indicated him to sit down on stool near your desk.

His big figure almost didn't fit on the stool, his eyes followed you around the room as you woke up your bots.

-“You've fixed this place up nicely.”-He commented lookin at the fresh tulips on the desk while the room lit up with painting prints and the floor gleamed with beautiful carpets.

-“Thank you, I never had the chance to decorate an infirmary so I wanted to put things that could make my patients feel happy or at ease.”-You said looking at your hologram table while viewing his medical chart to see any allergies or pre existing conditions. - Nino can you run a CT scan and an MRI , Kiko be a dear and takes his vitals and oxygen saturation levels while I go grab some tools to clean his face right up.

While you went to the back room for sanitizing materials lyla looked at him funny seeing him in his little stool waiting to be treated.

-“I should ask her to bring a tweezer to see if maybe she’ll do you a favor and clean up those bushy eyebrows of yours.”-Said the artificial intelligence while he sits up straight in his chair clearly wishing he wasn’t in such a vulnerable position.

-“If you don’t close that pixel sized mouth of yours I’m gonna ask spider byte to make you bald.”- He retorted with a straight face to which lyla just responded by sticking up her middle finger and vanishing in the air.

Soon you walked back into the room with your lab coat and your hair tied up in a bun while holding some materials.

-“Are you ready for this , big boy? It’s gonna sting a bit so tell me if you need me to slow down.”- You said as you put on your latex gloves.-“My bots are gonna take a while to take your tests so after I finish cleaning you up they’ll tell me what’s up with you.”

-“I already told you I’m fine Y/n.”- Miguel hasn’t stepped in an infirmary in a long time , so he feels very out of place.

-“We’ll see about that, I’d sit down to treat you but all id see is your chest.”-You giggled.-“Not that I’m complaining though!” -You watched as Miguel raised and eyebrow and you could swear you saw the corner of his mouth go up.-“Wow peter was right, you really don’t have a sense of humor.”

-“I Do have a sense of humor is just that -ow!”-Miguel jumped as he felt the sting of the cotton swab cleaning his cheek

-“I’m sorry , I’m sorry I’ll be more gentle.”- You brought your face closer to his while being more gentle with the swab.

Miguel suddenly felt heat rushing to his cheeks he didn’t know if it was because your face was just mere inches from his or because when you noticed you were hurting him you truly cared for his comfort and started to be more gentle.

All of a sudden one of your bots started ringing like and alarm.

-“WARNING HEART RATE ELEVATED TO 113 BPM.”- Said kiko while spinning ad flashing red lights.

- “That’s strange.” -You comment as you quickly bandage his face up so you can investigate the reason of his quick heart rate.

-“That machine must be broken.”- Said Miguel a little embarrassed while hunching up his shoulders ,you just gave him an unconvinced glare.

-“Nino can you give me the results of the scan please.”

-“CT and MRI indicate ribs number 6 and 7 are fractured, MRI reveals no damage done to blood vessels or lungs.”- Said Nino unconcerned.

Your jaw dropped to the floor while you looked over at the man that treating broken ribs like a stubbed toe.

-“Miguel why didn’t you tell me you had broken ribs!”- You yelled out in shock someone could sit still with broken ribs.

-“I didn’t know, why are you mad at me? I’m the one with broken ribs.”- He noted while arching a brow.

-“Are you dumb?! You can puncture your lungs and god forbid provoke some interior hemorrhage. Take your shirt off right now!”

Miguel was about to scold you for calling him dumb but was quickly fluttered by you requesting him to take his shirt off.

-“What?”- He replied dumbfounded

-“Take your shirt off so I can examine you , quickly.”

“Oh maybe you are dumb Miguel ” he thought to himself for thinking about other things when you asked him to take his shirt off , he quickly pressed some buttons on his watch and in a few seconds his bare torso was revealed to you. You couldn’t help but blush as you saw such a shredded torso with beautiful sculpted shoulders, you knew he was your boss but goddam this man never skips arm day. You quickly shake your head trying to get rid of those teenage girl like thoughts and start to press on the bruised skin on top of his ribs to examine the situation.

-“Does it hurt much?”

-“Nope.”

-“What about now?” You say as you apply some pressure on the affected area.

-“Auugh.”- He groaned as he winced.-“That trick of yours is getting old.”

Miguel glanced over at your direction noticing you had a quite worried face , as soon as you noticed his stare you quickly gave him a fake smile. -“I think it’s quite funny, wait here I’ll get some pain medication and a rib splint.”

You bolted to the storage room and back and started to load the syringe.

-“I can assure you this won’t hurt much , I have the gentlest hands in the business you know?”-You bragged while squatting while injecting the fluid into the tender spot in his ribs.- “If you feel any type of discomfort please let me know Miguel , you shouldn’t hide and injury like this I’m glad I caught you sneaking off. People depend on you , the spider society needs you in the best condition you can be. Even so regardless of who you are you should always take care of yourself.”

Miguel grinned taking advantage of the fact that your sight was straight on his ribs, he was truly moved by your words , they seemed sincere in his ears, he usually didn’t trust people this rapidly but to him you yelled out trustworthiness. He also didn’t want to admit that your proximity and care was making him feel some kind of way he quickly wanted to bury those thoughts in the back of his head. But there was a question pestering him so he gave into his desires and grabbed you by the wrist so he would get your attention.

You quickly looked up at him , your doe eyes looking up at him with innocent confusion made his his throat stiffen up.

-“Why do you care so much about me, after all we only met yesterday.” He questioned getting lost in your gaze.

-“You seem like a good person , you also seem like a dutiful man plus you really care about your workers . You seem to have the courage other people seem to lack. In summary for the moment you’re on my good side , let’s hope you stay that way buddy. But even if you weren’t a good person in my perception, you’re still a person who’s hurt and needs help , that’s enough for me to give my all in treating them.”- You smiled at him hoping your answer was good enough for him while returning to inject the fluid in various points of his ribs.

Miguel felt content with your answer which allowed him to be more relaxed in your presence after all he felt uncomfortable being seen so vulnerable , he was used to acting the part of the tough one.

-“Don’t call me buddy. I am your boss.”- He joked trying to switch the mood.

-“My bad Mr ‘o’ Hara. I’ll put on the brace splint now. ” You chimed as you stood between his right leg and leaned down to apply the splint trying to end this procedure as soon as possible so you could get out of this compromising position.

As you were almost done applying the splint you and Miguel heard a drunk voice come closer while the door handle moved , both of your eyes met in fear that someone would see you and misinterpret the situation.

-“y/n!!!! Are you here???? I’m coming innnnnnnn……”

A/n: I’m sorry for the delay I’ve been busy with work 😭 but I’m really happy with the way this chapter turned out.

#miguel o'hara #mutual pining #office romance #miguel x reader #hurt/comfort #smut available as story progresses #secret romance #pls read #spiderman #across the spiderverse #fanfic #pls like #comments are appreciated #hope you enjoy #atsv #atsv miguel #slowly but surely #SoundCloud

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izmidistino · 10 months

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Juliooooo

Solo avisarles que este mes estos tuvieron su primer encuentro en pantalla 💕

Feliz MesAniversario DuckRabbit 🦆💕🐇

@dizmeanswar @gijha

En mis artes ellos están casados desde 1939 pero solo los creadores originales lo saben y lo mantienen en secreto de los medios. Porky no lo sabe tampoco xd

#looney tunes #daffy duck #bugs bunny #bugs x daffy #daffy x bugs #duck #bunny #rabbit #looney tunes art #artists on tumblr #my art #duckrabbit #black and white #digital doodle #porky pig #romance #wild hare #secret romance

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theodoresgirl · 1 year

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Moon Light // Secret Romance pt 2

Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Eugene x Fem!Reader

Warning: cringe (imo), fluff??

a/n: i have no idea where this was going, just wanted to get something out!

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9:45 pm

Monday, August 10th.

Under the fall moon light. The wind was blowing roughly, Surely there a storm was on its way. Yet I am laying in his arms, Its peaceful, And just us.

Eugene’s arms around my waist once again, As I sat between his legs on a hill, The view looked so amazing. “I could get used to a view like this.” Eugene grins and stares at the view of the castle and the moon perfectly above it. “The view is gorgeous..” I agreed as I took his hand in mine.

“Darling, I want a castle.” Eugene lays back causing me to fall back with him. “A castle? And how would you get a castle?” I raise an eyebrow looking up at the sky. Eugene sits up, Pushing me to sit up as well and I scuff. “I don’t know, But I could try” Eugene shrugs. I laugh softly standing up, My dress blowing in the rough wind, My H(air)/L(ength) also blowing in the wind. Eugene looks up at me and rolls his eyes, “Go laugh all you want gorgeous, One day I’ll be a king”.

I hold my hands out to him, Eugene grabs my hands and I pull him up. He holds my hands in his and rests them by our sides. “Mhm, Okay..” I mumble staring into his eyes, Him staring into mine.

Eugene lets go of one of my hands and places it on my cheek. As my glaze softens, His eyes shut slowly.

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“Eugene”, “Hmm?”. “Eugene!!” Rapunzal grunts. “Y/N needs help with chores!!”

#disney x reader #eugene fitzherbertxreader #fanfic #flynn rider x reader #flynn riderxreader #secret romance #character x y/n #character x reader #character x you #flynn rider #Flynnrider #EugeneFitzherbert

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evax3 · 1 year

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AND NOW MY WATCH BEGINS

CHAPTER 5: THE WATCHER ON THE WALLS – PART I

And he can finally touch her like he's imagined doing ever since the day he was forced to leave her. Never again.

The biggest thanks to @arielchelby and @st-clements-steps !! ❤️

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#jonerys #snowstorm #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x dany #snowstorm fanfic #jonerys fanfic #canon au #book and show canon #the night's watch #secret romance #jonerys fanart #snowstorm fanart #asoiaf fanart #character illustration #jon snow x daenerys targaryen

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wanted-game-if · 2 months

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Hi Rue! Hope you are doing well! 😇

I gonna have to induct you into my list of IFs I'm probably gonna obsess over. And as such I have to ask the ask I ask every IF I really like. Because a bit of jealousy never hurt anyone.

So this how different they would react in crushing stage vs relationship phase.

How would the ROs react to say they were in some saloon somewhere and a realllly realllly HOT person came up to MC and started flirting with them, trying to get them to leave with them? 👀🤭

First i am so honoured if anyone would obsess over my game! Also omg yes i love this question!!!

Firstly Ares: in a “crushing” stage Ares would not care about anyone flirting with MC because they are just trying to use them to their advantage

Now in the actual relationship stage any fool who would flirt with MC would end up dead or at least in a world of pain

Ares: “ you must be the dumbest person alive flirting with someone who is so out of your league and who is mine. only yourself to blame for what i do next”

Oscar: In the crushing stage oscar would definitely be internally annoyed and would probably be caught pouting by his brother or T

Now in relationship stage Oscar would just go up to MC and take their hand while gently leading them away without saying anything to the person that was flirting with MC , he would find a quite area and while run his thumb around your hand would mumble

“ sorry for taking you away out of the blue but i didn’t like how they were talking/looking at you “

Emile: in the crushing stage would go next to whoever was flirting with MC and just flirt with MC aswell but also saying things towards the person who was flirting with mc trying make them uncomfortable

In relationship stage Emile would go up behind MC hugging them and just start kissing them on the neck or shoulders staring directly at the person who was flirting and throw put a comment of “sorry dear but this one is off limits how about you go find a escort to keep your one inch company “

Louis: in the crushing stage he would just compare himself to whoever was flirting with MC thinking that maybe they would make MC more happy then they every could

In the relationship stage Louis would just go behind mc protectively and use his hight and mean glares to get the person to leave MC alone later on he would probably ask MC questions about the person compared to him spiralling a little into doubt about himself

Boss: Hit the flirter with his cane /j

In the crushing stage he would go up to the person flirting and with his most fatherly voice say something like “have you no shame what happened to properly courting someone before saying such things like that” (assuming the person flirting is younger then them) if the person was older then Him he would say “Have you no shame they are probably the same age as your child is/would be” (hypocritical of him ik but shhh)

In the relationship stage Boss would probably be petty and “accidentally” smack the flirt with a cane and just stand in front of the person who was flirting and start a conversation with MC just ignoring the person

Clara: In the crushing stage clara would just make sure MC is comfortable and she would even offer to be MCs wing woman

In a relationship stage Clara would become obviously upset later on back at camp/room she would for an Ace MC be pouty and clingy for a non Ace MC she would just pounce on them as soon as they are alone saying things like “your mine, no one else gets to see you like this”

Adelaide: Crushing stage Adelaide would probably be so petty as to “accidentally” spill her drink on the person to make them get distracted from flirting with MC

in the realthionship stage Adelaide would make any excuse for MC to come with them or go see boss and before the person left the saloon she would put a fire cracker in their boots or jacket pocket

Okay that was a lot to write that was 652 words according to Google Doc

I’m not gonna include the Secret ROs in this one unless someone asks my thumbs hurt from writing

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Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

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Chapter 5

For the next week or so, Neteyam ate all his lunches with Leyra in the forest. Sometimes he brought them portions of the clan lunch, sometimes the pair hunted something to eat together.

Neytiri grew worried for her son over his absent behavior, and she expressed this to her mate.

"Ma Jake, our son is spending all his free time alone in the forest. Sometimes, he doesn't even take any lunch. I worry for him. Talk to him, please. You are his father."

Jake didn't take this well, saying that he spent a lot of time alone at this age too, and it was nothing to worry about. Neytiri insisted, saying it was not normal for a Na'vi boy to spend so much time away from the clan. Finally, finally, Jake agreed to quickly check in with him.

"Neteyam, wait." He had caught his son on his way out to meet Leyra for lunch.

"Yes?"

Jake sighed. "Your mother is worried about you. She says you spend too much time alone in the forest. Would you try to hang around a bit more, for her sake?"

Neteyam realized that his parents didn't even have an inkling of his blossoming relationship with Leyra.

"Of course, sir. I will do my best."

Jake clapped him on the shoulder and directed him back towards their marui. "Great. Come, eat with us."

Shit, Leyra will be looking for me. He even had a gift he was going to give her today. But there was nothing he could do.

He was right, Leyra was looking for him. She saw the hunting party return to base camp a while ago and Neteyam was nowhere to be found. She crept towards the entrance of the cave system, but without an ikran she had no way of getting up.

"Looking for Neteyam?"

She whipped around, only to find Kiri te Suli Kireysi'ite laying on a log behind her. She sat up.

"Our dad made him stay for lunch in the marui. Mom was getting worried, saying that he spent all his time alone. But he's been acting too happy lately to be spending all that time by himself, so I knew something was up. Then I remembered him asking around about an albino Na'vi some time ago, and... well, I connected the dots." Her words were accusatory but her tone was playful.

Leyra was suddenly ashamed for Neteyam for ever hanging out with her, and was desperate to cover it up for his sake.

"What? I'm not looking for anyone."

"Don't bother lying, I saw you together yesterday."

Shit.

"Please don't tell anyone." Leyra's tone was suddenly quiet and vulnerable.

Kiri seemed taken aback by this, standing up and-- to Leyra's surprise-- wrapped the poor girl up in a hug. "Don't worry, I promise I won't."

Relieved, Leyra hugged back.

"But I did some thinking and... I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Now that the two felt more comfortable, they both took a seat on the log to converse.

"My mom has been asking for my opinion of the clan girls lately."

"Okay?"

"Neteyam is to be the future Olo'ektan, and that means my parents will help pick out a Tsahik for him. Someone who has a good relationship with Eywa."

Oh.

"Look, I just don't want my brother getting hurt. Or you, really. I just think you should both be realistic."

Leyra paused, a deep depression settling over the image of the only thing that's been bringing her proper joy. "You're probably right." Her head fell into her hands. Why was she so upset? She must've known deep down that Neteyam could never be hers. "I'll talk to him the next time I see him."

Over lunch, Neytiri slowly mentioned different girls of the clan, and gauged Neteyam's interest. Getting frustrated by his complete lack of care, she finally just said it up front.

"Neteyam, you will need to choose a Tsahik soon. You are almost sixteen, so you should be getting to know her now, before you turn seventeen."

Neteyam knew the subject would come up eventually, but not so soon.

"Can't it wait a while? I've got more than a year."

"Actually, I've already picked out a few girls that I think will be a good fit, I just want you to meet them, see how you feel-"

Jake, who had left a few minutes ago, now re-entered the marui with four girls trailing nervously behind him.

Neteyam was furious. How could she spring this on him? Especially when she had ditched her arranged mating?

"Mother!" He all but snarled, taking Neytiri by surprise.

"I thought having someone might make you happier?"

"I don't need anyone el-" He cut himself off, pulling at the roots of his hair. "I'm perfectly happy as it is, thank you."

"Just try, my son, maybe-"

He was gone, heading for his ikran. All he wanted to do was talk to her about this.

"Neteyam!" It was his father, but all Neteyam did was shout an apology over his shoulder.

At this point, Kiri had gone back to exploring the forest and Leyra found herself wallowing alone in her waterfall cave. Neteyam found her after a long while of circling the area.

"Leyra," he breathed, so, so relieved to see her. But the tension found him again when he noticed her solemn expression. He put a hand on her cheek. "What? What is it?"

"You first," she deferred, sensing his urge to talk.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Very sure."

"Well, my mother ambushed me today at lunch," he explained, taking a seat beside her, "she brought in a bunch of girls that she wants me to pick as a mate."

It hurt more, somehow, to hear it from him. "Oh." It came out as more of a sigh.

"What?" He turned to face her completely.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. Kiri is the one who brought it up. I don't think we should see each other anymore."

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