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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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A Night at the Bar

Pairing: felix x reader

Pt.2 Here

Summary: A regular night out with your friends turns into something more when you meet a new kid going to your school

Warnings: fem reader, dom reader, sub felix, college!au (everyone’s 18+), dry humping (he grinds against her leg, whatever that’s called), nipple play, mommy kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), probably more that I forgot

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: So I’ve been asked a few times of I have a taglist and I was wondering if you guys wanted me to make one? Just lmk. Anyway, as always ignore my bad grammar and possible spelling mistakes lol

18+ Minors DNI

It had been an uneventful night.

All you had really wanted to do was stay home, cuddle up in some blankets and watch a movie, maybe even make some microwave popcorn.

But, the people you decidedly called friends refused to let you spend yet another Saturday night being a quote unquote ‘hermit’, holed up in your apartment like always.

“Besides, school is starting soon! Don’t you wanna get out before you’re going to have a truckload of schoolwork to worry about?” Samantha claimed while rummaging through your closet, settling on an outfit and throwing it in your direction. “Put this on.”

So they dragged you to the new bar that opened down the street.

Music made its way outside from within, low bass pounding in your head before you even entered the place. You rubbed at your temples, grimacing at the way the headache building in the forefront of your brain throbbed in protest.

It started out fine, as it always did.

Gossiping about your classmates and teachers and updating the others on whatever happened in your life lately.

But then it got boring. And when it got boring, desperate measures were pulled out.

Your friends pestered you about turning away the guys approached you, offering you free drinks. They scrutinized you for sending away a ‘hot’ one, telling you that you needed to take charge and finally get a permanent man as opposed to your regular hook-ups.

And so they took up the challenge upon themselves.

Firstly: What was your type?

“What about him?”

“Really? He’s pretty cute.”

Secondly: Judging you base on the fact that you didn’t like any of the guys they suggested

“Him?”

“Why not?”

“Yeah, he’s fit. You must be blind if you don’t want him.”

“Like, look at those muscles, that hair!”

Thirdly: Getting mad and giving up on the game

“Well what is your type then?”

“Come on! Why are you like this? We’re just trying to have some fun! Don’t take it so personal!”

When they were done bothering you about boys like excited schoolgirls, they switched up topics and moved on to begging you to dance with them.

As the bright lights flashed leaving coloured imprints in your vision, you bluntly told them no.

The idea of dancing right now felt gross and judging by the way the sweaty bodies of the crowd moved, with gyrating hips and wandering hands. ‘Whispering’ that was almost yelling and guys on the side with drinks watching like they were searching for their next prey.

Nope. Absolutely not. You wanted no part of that and no amount of begging could make you. Refusing, you ordered another drink as they boo’d at you, fake heckling as they left.

And finally, you were alone. Well as alone as you could be in a crowded bar that was a prime way for everyone there to catch the flu, which was actually going around right now.

In fact, you shouldn’t have even left your house today. You should’ve stayed home with your blankets and popcorn and proceeded to binge watch your favourite show for the 50th time.

You wished with every ounce of your being that you could go back in time and tell yourself to never go out tonight.

You should’ve turned down your friends and stayed in the warmth and comfor-

The next thought disappeared.

It wasn’t an electric spark like movies describe attraction but it was...something. Something that caught your attention. Made you freeze in place, eyes caught, unable to look away even if you wanted to-and you didn’t want to.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come out here after all...

Brown-his eyes were brown.

And his blond hair was mussed as if someone had purposely shaken it up. His face was youthful-around the same age as you with adorable freckles dusting across his rosy pink cheeks and makeup probably better than your own.

Something akin to a shy smile played across lips. He licked them and looked away for a split second then back at you as if he was checking to see that it was really him you were looking at.

You smiled, he was cute.

Your friends were wondering what exactly your type was.

This.

This was your type.

The cute ones that looked softer, sweeter. Nervous with almost hint of uncertainty. Body language alone that conveyed they were gentle. A touch feminine in a way if that was an appropriate thing to say.

He lifted his hand and gave a little wave, awkward with a smile to match but endearing.

Adorable.

Yes. This one, whoever he was, was your type.

Should you gesture for him to come over? Or should you walk over?

Someone said something and his gaze left yours.

You huffed, taking another sip of your drink. Too late for that now, you thought bitterly.

But still, you couldn’t stop staring.

He was with his friends, on the opposite side of the room. Loud and practically screaming in their corner of the bar, laughing and slapping each other on the back.

You could recognize a few of them.

Chan you have a few classes with and had worked together for several group projects. The two of you exchange conversations now and then in class and you could confidently say that you were friends.

And you could pick out Seungmin and Hyunjin from past interactions or travelling word. The rest of them you could recognize from passing in the halls or seeing around in general but you couldn’t quite place names on.

But you’d never seen that one before.

Maybe he went to another college or didn’t go to one at all. Maybe he was one of their family members and was visiting.

Enough speculation, you were gonna find out.

You downed the rest of the cup and crossed the bar, shoes clicking with every step.

“Channie!”

Eyes turned to you at the use of his name and Chan laughed with a smile, opening his arms for a hug. “Y/N!”

You obliged, letting him pull you into his arms whilst trying to ignore the scent of alcohol coming in waves off of him. He hung off of you, drunkenly slurring to the others, “Guys! This is Y/N! Y/N, meet the guys!”

You jumped slightly, wincing as he yelled it in your ear. “No need to yell. I’m right here.”

Chan slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide in a comical way. “Sorry.” He whispered loudly.

“Sorry about him. He’s kinda drunk.” One of them offered.

“Thanks, I couldn’t tell.”

Someone snorted at the smirk you made and you turned to see the whole reason you’d approached in the first place.

He blushed, silver ear piercings glimmering in the dim lighting.

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with all your names.” All while you spoke the words your eyes never left him. Those ridiculously cute freckles hypnotizing you.

Chan broke the trance with his slurred speech, stumbling slightly and almost putting you straight on your ass with his weight. “That’s Han,”

He only gestured in the general direction so your only clue as to who he was pointing to was the way the man you assumed was Han waved with a bright smile.

“That’s...Hyunjin,”

You smiled with a nodded head in greeting toward him. “That’s Changbin, um Jeongin and a-” Chan gestured wildly with his hand, eyes barely staying open, “...Seungmin!”

Each waved at their name, making your life much easier as you struggled to support your friend’s weight.

Suddenly Chan got up and stumbled over to one of them. “That’s Lee Know.”

The poor boy’s eyes widened as his Chan stumbled, foot catching on nothing but thin air as he tripped over his own feet, falling straight into him, both of the boys falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

You nearly laughed at the pissed expression on Lee Know’s face. They were both covered in the drink he had been holding when his hyung knocked him over.

They were all rushing around you to pick up Chan, unpinning the other boy from under him while the others went to the bar to ask for napkins to try and clean the mess up.

The chaos ensued and you tried your best to help but in the end you ended up just standing there, watching on the sidelines as the others handled in cleaning everything.

“I’m Felix.”

You hadn’t realized he was that close until he’d spoken, close enough that you could feel his warm breath against your neck and smell of mint and beer in his breath.

At your flinch, he chuckled awkwardly, laugh deep just like his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you...It’s just that Chan-um,” his stutter increased when you turned to look at him. The weight of your steely gaze settled on him once more sending chills down his spine. “I uh, -sorry what’s your name?”

You laughed, a beautiful sound.

He wanted to make you do it again.

Felix hadn’t wanted to go to the bar that night either.

The others had said they were gonna show him around tonight, just give him the basic run-down of where everything was but then Han had pointed out that this place had just opened.

The next thing he knew, they were in the bar, drinking and laughing.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t like partying or going out like the rest of his friends, he just didn’t want to go out specifically tonight.

The area was new and he’d much rather explore the rest of the city than be here in a loud sticky bar. Sure he’d visited a few times and could recognize a few streets but now he was moving here to pursue his dancing career. He needed to at least know how to get to school on his own before it started.

“I’m Y/N, as Chan said.” God, he wanted to cry. Here he was, talking to you, someone beautiful and most likely out of his league. Acting like a blushing schoolboy with his first crush.

“O-oh yeah, what Chan said. I’ve had a few drinks tonight-I’m really sor-”

“-no need to keep apologizing Love, it’s okay.” you purred, smirking at the way he blushed, eyes averting as he subconsciously licked his lips.

“I was wondering if you could uh, drive Chan and I home? I’m bunking with him right now and well both of us have had a few drinks...”

You pursed your lips. “Why doesn’t one of the others take you then?”

Felix’s eyes widened as he scrambled for an answer. “Well-...they are going to their own place for the night.”

It was a lame excuse and he knew it. You knew it. Anyone who heard it would know it. But nonetheless, you were going to do it as long as you got to stay with the pretty boy a little bit longer.

“Okay.” You looked over the swaying bodies to see Chan being supported by Han and Seungmin with his arms swung around their shoulders.

“I think that we should leave soon before the poor boys are left permanently deaf.” You pointed out, Felix’s attention turning towards the way his roommate was screaming into the two boy’s ears.

“I agree.”

It wasn’t easy attempting to get the older boy’s nearly limp sluggish body into your car.

The entire time he screamed about random topics such as what he ate for lunch yesterday and raving about how much he loved Seungmin, who told him to shut up as he clipped on the seatbelt.

Felix started to get into the passenger before you stopped him, throwing a paper bag at him. “Nope, you’re in the back making sure Channie here doesn’t make a mess in my car.”

Reluctantly, he got into the back. A sad expression, reminding you of a kicked puppy plastered across his face.

The car ride was loud, with Chan shouting unintelligible nonsense and Felix apologizing to you over and over with you telling him to shut up and stop apologizing.

Three stops for Chan to barf on the side of the street and what could’ve been a ten minute drive that resulted in an almost half an hour drive because Felix barely knew his way there, later you finally arrived at their house.

Together, you and Felix lugged him to his room. His body weighing on your like a bundle of bricks.

As soon as he saw his bed your friend flopped backwards onto it with the coordination and gracefulness of a baby deer walking for the first time.

“Should we do anything else? Dress him or something?” You wondered aloud as he promptly fell asleep, not so quiet snores leaving him.

“Nah, he should be fine.” He led you out of Chan’s room and into the kitchen which was opened to connect with the living room.

He rummaged around, gesturing for you to sit on the barstool which you graciously obliged. “You hungry for anything?”

“I’m good, baby. I should probably actually get going.” You pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to your friends who bombarded you with messages and voicemails wondering where you were. Too wrapped up in that to see the way he froze at the name.

He didn’t want to admit how the names you called him affected him.

Didn’t want to admit the fantasies that ran through his head when he heard you say them, rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Baby, Love, you called him those and they all made him so, so needy. Needy for you. For you to whisper them to him as he sat on his knees between your legs, gripping his hair between your fingers, controlling his movements the way you wanted to.

The thought was enough to get him hardening. He internally cursed himself, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You looked up to only see him frowning, “No! Don’t go.” You slid your phone into your bag, jaw clenching.

Had it been any other situation you would’ve said yes. Any other random guy’s house you would’ve probably already been on top of him, finding all of those places that would make him cry out in pleasure.

But he was drunk. And you were still level-headed enough to know that it would be wrong for you to do anything with him in that state.

“I think I should, both of you guys are good now.” You got up from the seat, slipping your bag over your shoulder, giving him a friendly smile to mask the want that you were sure was apparent in your expression.

He crossed the kitchen, leaving the leftovers he’d pulled out of the fridge, getting close. “Please don’t go.” The small whine in his words left you wanting to shove him against the kitchen counter and wreck him here and now.

He was drunk. That was that and you weren’t going to do anything but you were still curious. “Why should I stay?”

His mouth opened then closed. Eyes falling down to your lips, trailing farther down to what would be considered indecent before snapping back to your face.

“What would you say if I asked you to kiss me?” He asked so innocently with a big pout, bottom lip jutted out.

His eyes told an entirely different story as his face, lust blown pupils wide enough to swallow the entire iris of his pretty brown eyes.

You moved closer to him. Close enough to count the individual freckles on his face. “I’d say you were drunk.”

His frown deepened and he moved backwards, grabbing your arms to pull you with him until the couch hit the back of his knees and slowly, without breaking eye contact he laid back…

With that, he looked down to the wrist he was holding before lifting your hand up to those pretty pouted lips, slipping your middle and pointer finger into his warm wet mouth.

His head cocked to the side as he wrapped his legs around your hips making you stumble right up against him and his very obvious hard-on.

Holy fuck.

A hot liquid tension filled the room and you tried to restrain yourself from jumping him then and there. “You’re drunk Felix.”

But god, the way your fingers felt in his mouth, wet tongue laving around them before lapping; a lewd sucking sound that had you clenching around nothing, almost taking over your rationality as he took your digits farther down as if he was trying to deepthroat them.

Unlatching from you he looked up, eyes serious albeit still wide with want. “I’m not drunk. I swear.”

“How many drinks did you have tonight?”

“Two.” He thrusted against you and you bite your lip to keep the moan at bay.

“Are you sure?”

He sat up, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Yes.” A stray whimper left him, the noise shooting arousal straight between your legs. “I sobered up in the car. I promise.”

Your bag slipped off your shoulder and fell to the floor as his thrusts continued. Heavy pants and whines leaving him in earnest at the friction his tight pants provided as he ground against you.

It was getting increasingly harder to not shove him back onto the couch but you needed to be absolutely sure. “Are you a hundred percent positive Lix? Don’t lie to me just because you want me to fuck you, Love.”

You could feel him shiver at your words, ignoring all but the last one. His plush lips moving against your throat, biting and licking your heated skin causing a traitorous moan to leave you with a gasp.

“Felix.” Your fingers laced into his hair, pulling him back to look at you.

He let out a helpless cry. From being pulled away from you, from the delicious feeling of you pulling his hair, from the way your other hand held his hips down preventing him from moving.

“Are you absolutely sure? We can do this another time if you are but don’t lie to me just because you wanna get your dick wet right now.”

You didn’t tell him that was a lie. That you most likely wouldn’t seek him out again but you needed to be sure if you were going to do anything with him tonight.

His hips desperately tried to move in vain at the grip you had on him, hard enough to leave bruises on his pale flesh. “I promise! ‘M sober!”

You leaned ever so closer, the tips of your noses touching. The feel of his warm breath against your lips. If you moved ever so slightly...your lips would touch his. “Then what do you want me to do baby?”

A glassy sheen covered his eyes as he whined.

“Please.”

And just like that you could hear the sound of your willpower snapping clean in two.

Tilting your head to slot your lips against his. He whimpered out, your fingers growing ever so tighter in his hair as the other switched from holding his hips in place to setting them at a pace to grind hard and quick against you.

His mouth opened wider, allowing more access for your tongue to slip inside. Your moans rang out in sync, breathless and wanting as his heels dug into your back trying to pull you impossibly closer into him.

Arms move around your neck, clinging so helplessly, so wanting, as if he thought that if he let go of you now you’d disappear out of thin air and leave him here all alone.

You kissed him raw and hard until you had no choice but to pull away from lack of air, leaving his lips with a bite to his bottom one while dragging him by his hair away.

There’s spit glistening all over his lips and a blush coats his face and neck, already looking so fucked out. “Love,” an involuntary shiver ran through him, almost violent through his vulnerable state. “Lift your arms for me.”

He obeys with no question, unlatching from around your neck to raise them above his head, letting you lift the hem of his shirt over and throw it somewhere forgotten on the floor.

“Lay back kitten.”

The name is received with a mewl, almost exactly as like a cats and he nods quickly, you feel his heart race under your touch, breath heaving faster. His legs loosen but don’t let go as he falls back onto the couch.

And fuck, you wish you could take a picture.

Make a painting out of it. The beauty of it rivalling the finest of the renaissance. You’d hang it up where only you could see it, remembering each time you looked at it the way he looks here and now forever. Look back at it and see how utterly gorgeous he was.

Yes, this was exactly your type.

Felix bit his kiss-bruised lips, blond hair highlighted against the black fabric of the coach. You let out a soft groan to see that the freckles continued down his chest, littering all over his chest and shoulders.

“Shit, kitten. ‘M gonna ruin you.”

The words were meant to be smooth but they came out nearly a moan as you leaned over him to trace your nails along the spots and his pretty pink nipples, watching with a smirk of satisfaction as he squirmed under you, loose whimpers and restrained moans coming from him as you rubbed the buds, quickly turning into hard peaks from your ministrations.

“So sensitive aren’t you? ‘S anyone else ever played with your nipples before baby?”

He gave you no reply. Too caught up in the moment, too lost in the new sensations you were gifting him. Too dumbed down to the pleasure to control the words falling from his lips. “Please Momm-.”

Just barely catching himself, he tensed, eyes flashing to look up at you, hoping you didn’t notice the words or the reaction to them he had.

He’d never meant to call someone that in bed before. Much less you, beautiful and somehow willing to give him a chance.

Sure, he’d felt like saying it tons of times before. With his past girlfriend he’d accidentally called her it while he’d been thrusting into her in missionary. She was submissive just like him and had just called him daddy. They’d both already known about their similarities and had just rolled with whatever happened in the moment but apparently this was too far for her and she’d broken up with him because of it.

What would you think? Call him a freak and leave? Leave him now, all needy and horny. Spread out on the couch like this?

The thought was enough for his thighs to tighten around you, pushing you to put your entire weight onto him. He didn’t want you to leave, couldn’t even stand the thought.

You stopped. Stopped your thrusts. Stopped the way your fingers danced along his chest in a way that made his head spin in the best possible way. Stopped it all and a voice deep inside his brain screamed in protest, his head burying into your neck, hoping to anything that you wouldn’t leave him.

“I asked you a question, Felix.”

His head was hazy. He couldn’t remember what you’d said, didn’t even think he’d heard the question in the first place.

Luckily, you spared the poor boy, pulling him back to look at you.

Shit, here it comes. You’re gonna call him disgusting and gross which he could handle if you wouldn’t look at him with those disgusted eyes that made him want to cry and not in a good way.

But you don’t say those words?

Instead what comes out of those perfect lips is, “Do you want Mommy to make you feel good baby?”

Was he dreaming? He felt like in he was in a dream.

That same voice from before shrieked in happiness.

“Yes! Please Mommy! Need you, ah!” His fingers gripped onto your hair as your lips latched around one of his hardened buds, nipping slightly before sucking. “Ha! God! Please, fe-feel so good, don’t-don’t stop, please Mommy!” He sobbed.

His words had heat zinging straight to your core and you began grinding against him harder and harder, trying satiate that ache settling between your legs.

He watched in a lust-filled fascination, trying to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull, trying to keep his tongue from hanging out of his mouth as strands of drool dripped down his chin. But he couldn’t keep back the breathy incoherent pleas, mixtures of faster and slower and close and mommy that had you clenching around nothing.

You could tell he was close, very close. Not only from the way he chanted it, repeating the words over and over like they were the only things left in that pretty head of his. But also by the way his breathing grew erratic, his pulse hammering and fluttering in his chest against your lips.

And then...and then it...stopped?

He whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation, eyes flying open to stare at you, glittering with unshed tears and confusion. They searched yours, as if he could figure out why you stopped in the depth of them. And he could. The teasing light in them. An inward smirk as he cried out and rutted up against you, trying to chase the high that was quickly dissipating.

Your finger still traced over his pecs, soothing and tantalizing all the same. “W-why’d you stop?” He whined in frustration at your lack of movement.

Red splotches that you know will turn to purple bruises covered the expanse of his chest. Such a pretty visual just for you to see.

Just for you, no one else. Your little toy to play with and ruin, to use for your pleasure and he’ll love it all the same.

Sweat and saliva covered him-both yours and his. It was gross and lewd and fucking hot.

“Jus’ wanna play with you for a bit, baby? Don’t you wanna let Mommy feel good too, Lixie?”

He nodded with vigor, chest still heaving and hips still subtly trying to press up against you which you let slide from the way that sparks of pleasure shot up your spine.

“Yes Mommy, Lixie wants to make you feel good too...” His voice was higher now and he paused as if trying to decide whether if he should continue or not. “Could I...um...”

You tilted his chin up and nodded for him to continue. “Could I eat you out...?” He was so quiet you nearly missed the question but decided to spare him from repeating himself as you bit your lip to feign thinking.

“Aww, does baby wanna taste Mommy?” Despite the teasing lilt, he nodded, earrings jingling with the movement.

You smiled and let your hand ghost down his neck, feeling his throat bob under your hand. Milky skin soft and smooth, practically begging to be marked up by you.

Finally after what felt like forever of teasing touches and small kisses, working him up only to back away once his moans got loud.

You repeated it several times before pulling away completely. Felix whined in protest, making desperate grabby hands at you as your hands untwined his legs from around your waist.

“Be a good boy for me and get on your knees baby.”

His whines quieted down at that. And he slid off the couch, falling to his knees on the hardwood floor eagerly wide-eyed.

His hands folding behind his back, looking up at you with a pleading look, completing the perfect picture of obedience.

‘Just when I thought he couldn’t get any prettier,’ you mused, letting yourself sink back into the couch, spreading your legs to make room for the boy.

It was so hard to restrain yourself from ravaging him then and there, edging him until he cried from the pleasure, begging you to stop and let him cum and still ignoring him.

Going on and on until you decided that he had enough.

You beckoned him toward you and with no hesitation he was scooting closer and pressing his face sweetly against your lower stomach, looking up at you in a silent ask of permission.

He shudders against between your legs as your hand reaches down to play with his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. Eyes shut in bliss he begins to nose against you. "Please."

It’s a whine-a plea, a beg to let him give you pleasure.

“Yes,”

The warm, comforting smile he gives as he stares up at you makes your heart skip a beat.

Tantalizingly slow, he tugs at the waistband of your pants, lifting yourself up so the fabric falls to pool around your ankles. And with an ungraceful pull, they’re landing somewhere across the room to find later on.

A shudder runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath lightly ghosting across you. And with open-mouthed kisses and nudges he slowly parts your legs, coaxing you to vocalize how good it feels.

He looks unsure.

And he is. He hasn’t done this in awhile, doesn’t really remember what to do. His eyes flash up in quick glances to to see your face, trying to decipher if you enjoy what he’s doing or not.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he teases you, nipping and mouthing everywhere but where you need him most. But you can’t tell if it’s from inexperience.

Then your eyes catch him and you can tell by the way he periodically glances up at you between licks, stopping when you seem to be enjoying it that it’s a kind of payback from your teasing earlier.

“Lix.” You warn, a subtle edge in your voice telling him to hurry up.

He stops with a whine, unable to do anything but melt against the comfort of your plush thighs. He wishes that he could stay like this forever you, devouring you and hearing the way you praise him and-

“Lix.” You warn again, voice hardening as your hips start to push towards him in slow restrained grinds.

He pauses to look up at you with hearts in his eyes before his attention moves back down, watching, heart pounding and cock throbbing as evidence of your arousal drips down your skin and onto the fabric of the couch; practically salivating.

Growing too impatient with him, you grip his hair and shove his face into your pussy, throwing your head back with a moan as his tongue begins to eagerly lap at you.

He whines into you, the vibrations provoking a drawn-out groan that has something bubbling up deep inside you.

“Mm, such a good little slut for me kitten.” Breath hitching as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. “Yes~”

His ever-willing need to please you, he shifts closer and pulls one leg over his shoulder allowing him to more access of you. At this you can do nothing but bite your lip and find purchase in his silky smooth hair, digging your fingers-almost painfully-into his scalp.

It doesn’t faze him, if anything it makes him go harder as he continues to lick you, alternating between deep thrusts of his warm muscle into you and harsh tonguing around the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, yes baby. You’re doing so good, ha, making me feel s-so good kitten,” He whimpers at the praise, the vibrations pulling a deep groan that has him palming himself over his pants.

You’d greatly underestimated the skills of the boy. A tongue on him like no other that had you gasping for air.

With your fingers already intertwined in his hair it’s easy to pull him away from you. He whines and tries in vain to bury his face into your pussy again but it’s your steely grip that prevents him as his long tongue sticks out, far as it can go.

He pouts with a long whine, “Mommy...”

You’re breathless at the view, him between your legs, your leg hitched over his shoulder, bottom lip jutted out, his face covered in your juices as he shamelessly bucks into his hand.

It’s positively erotic.

You don’t say a thing, drinking him in. Before you finally challenge, “If you can make me come before you do,” gesturing toward his little problem, “then I’ll let you come. If you don’t...” you shrug, letting the challenge hang in the air, waiting with a bated breath to see his reaction.

Nodding once, quick and determined he dives back in with a new fervor, lapping and licking all around you. Whining and whimpering, gasping breaths and making noises out of some kind of cheap submissive boy porn, desperate in his mission to please you.

And it isn’t long until you’re gasping as well. Sucking gulps of air into your breathless lungs, lightheaded as waves of pleasure pulse through your veins and flood throughout your body.

Praises and degrading terms fall from your lips, calling him a good boy, your little toy, your precious baby, your slut, your Lixie. Marvelling at how he’s so willing to please, acting like a whore as he gets hard from just tasting you.

Telling him how good he’s making you feel, mindless blabber that he eats up, moaning into you and rutting harder against his hand, hanging onto your every word.

He’s close, he knows it and he knows that you are too. The way your legs tense around him and your words raise higher in pitch. Telling him not to stop, that you’re close, that he’s your good little kitten

And that’s all he wants to be.

In this vey moment all he wants to be is a perfect little brainless toy for you, pleasing you, craving your touch and aching for your hands on his body.

One last suck to your clit and you come with a cry, fisting his hair tightly. That mixed with the way your thighs tremble and clench around his head, holding him in place. He nearly comes too, mewling causing shockwaves of overstimulation to run through you.

It takes a few minutes for you to come down, finally releasing his head and petting his hair.

Only to realize the way he humps up against your leg. Tongue hanging out, thrusting like a bitch in heat as he moves faster and faster, chasing his high.

But he doesn’t expect you to meet his thrusts, pushing your foot to meet him, he lets out a loud gasp, palming at your legs for more. “Look at you, baby,” you coo, hand slithering down to press against his lips.

He opens, inviting your digits in with little prompting, resuming in his efforts. “Such a pretty little kitten for me...” your other legs slips off his shoulder, planting it more suitably against the ground. “Getting off on my leg like a little kitty in heat aren’t you?”

Frustrated tears slip down the angles of his face, farther ruining his already smudged makeup as a gargled moan slips out around your fingers.

The thought of the blushing cute boy you met eyes with a the bar, contrasting to the one you see now. On his knees below you, humping your leg at an earnest pace as those pretty brown eyes you intensely stared at earlier slip back and finally shut. In fact, his entire head slips back. Blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your leg and high pitched whines vibrate in his throat.

He can hardly think and hardly wants to.

Felix wants nothing more than to be reduced only to the mind-numbing ache pulsing heavy between his legs. Nothing but pleasure and sensation, overwhelming and all-consuming.

The feel of you comforting him through, fingers pressing firm on his tongue while the other rubs over his throat and jaw. He’s finally free to. To lose himself in it all knowing that you’ll be just as happy to watch him falling apart because you know it’s happening because of you.

“Come whenever you need to kitten. Mommy’s gonna take care of you. S’okay.” And he lets go with whimper, clinging to your leg like a lifeline, comforted knowing that you’re there the whole way through.

Nothing compares to this feeling; floating as waves of ecstasy wash over him unyielding and harsh, making his toes curl and stealing the breath from his lungs like he was winded.

The sight is gorgeous. Thrusts not stopping even in his peak, unconscious as he whines from self-inflicted overstimulation.

You watch, breath hitched as his pants darken with his release.

Gradually, he comes back, grimacing at the uncomfortable sensation. It’s cute, the way he pouts.

His eyes are still dazed as you gesture for him to come sit with you and on wobbly legs he does. Laying on top of you with his chin propped up on your chest to look at you.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

You pet his hair, pushing the sweaty strands back and wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks. “No need to thank me, Lixie. If anything I should be thanking you.”

He looks at you, smiling wide with metaphorical heart-eyes and you could feel the blush rising on your skin.

“Wanna take a shower? I dunno about you but I think I really need one right about now.” Your strokes stop to cup his warm cheek, thumb swiping under his eye.

“Yeah, just gimme a moment to remember how to walk.” Both of you lightly chuckle, his voice back to its deep cadence.

After you lay in his bed, hair wet and wrapped in a towel, his fluffy from you blow-drying it.

His light snores fill the room, having fallen asleep as soon as his body hit the bed. You couldn’t blame him after such strenuous activities.

Now he lays, tucked against your chest. His body is curled up as if he wanted to feel as small as possible with your arms wrapped around him and body cradling his.

For the first time in a long time you felt...happy?

Normally after sex you there was little to no words, much less cuddling exchanged afterward. You’d offered in the beginning but after being rejected several times, left alone with them scurrying out of your apartment immediately after, you’d stopped asking. You didn’t kick them out but just didn’t ask, always allowing them to have the option of whatever this was but no one had ever taken you up on it.

But you decided it was nice. It was a strange experience that left you feeling fuzzy and warm inside. You could get use too-

Cold ice replaced the new fondness you felt.

This feeling, the feeling you’d felt budding the entire night-you’d never think you’d feel it again-much less for a one-night stand.

It was a big and overwhelming feeling as you looked to the sleeping man in your arms, looking like a sweet angel even in his slumber.

You felt a sudden urge to lean down and kiss him on the forehead, tuck back the loose strands of hair that fell across his face, trace your fingers over the complexion of freckles on his-

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Suddenly the room felt unbearably hot, smothering you until you could barely breath properly.

You needed to get out of here. Now.

Felix woke up the next morning with a yawn, stretching like a cat and reaching over to...?

He flipped over and...you were gone? The bed was cold. You’d been gone for a while. Maybe, you’d just gone to the bathroom or-

Felix threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, quickly throwing on some clothes before walking out of his room.

Maybe you’d be in the kitchen, making breakfast or drinking coffee. You’d greet him with a soft smile and a ‘Good morning sunshine!’

His fantasy was short-lived as all he found was Chan in the kitchen, sitting with a glass of water and a piece of toast on the barstool-the same one that you’d sat on last night.

Chan looked up as he entered the room. “Morning.” He nodded, lacking the nice way your voice rolled when you spoke, making shivers run down his spine.

“Morning.” Felix couldn’t coat the disappointment in his reply.

Luckily, Chan sensed nothing out of the ordinary as he continued eating, taking another bite before swallowing. “By the way, don’t care if you bring someone home but keep it down next time will you? You woke me and probably the entire apartment complex up.”

He froze and turned to look at the older man, blush coating his face, “O-oh, you uh, heard that huh?”

He snorted. “You could say that. I heard a lot of things I didn’t want nor need to hear last night.”

“Stoooop!” Felix covered his pink cheeks with his hands.

He was never going to be able to ever live this down.

Chan shrugged with a smirk before as if trying to be casual, clearing his throat. “So, (Y/N) huh?”

His ears perked at her name. “Yeah...by the way, did you see her leaving this morning? She just left without waking me up or anything...”

Taking another bite, he shook his head wordlessly. “Nope. Besides, she doesn’t really date much. Isn’t really the type to wake the other party up when she leaves more like leave the bed cold-or so I’ve heard.”

At the way Felix’s face dropped at the accuracy of his situation Chan stuttered, trying to backtrack. “Uh, I-i mean-you never know! I can...give you her number, send her a quick text to check up y’know.”

“Ah, no that’s okay.”

Chan nodded awkwardly. “Do you want me to show you around today? School starts soon and you should really learn your way around.”

Distracted in the way he mechanically got water from the tap, Felix replied without even looking up at his hyung. “Yeah, yeah. Sure, we can do that. Not like I have anything better to do.”

A/N: Sorry about my little obsession w/ Felix’s freckles but like, how could you not? I left this open for a pt.2 so lmk if you wanna see that, my requests are open and the rules are here

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brokenpieces-72 · 4 months

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Home for Holidays

Monster! 141 (mostly Soap) x Hybrid female Reader (jackalope/wendigo)

This is a continuation of the previous fanfic on my page. The only context you need it that the reader is teenager. Mentions @diejager reader character Hunter and is based on designs by @bluegiragi

CW/TW: Mentions of trauma, abuse, family trauma, punishment, origins of wendigo, crying, angst, let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Soon enough Holidays come around and there are no signs of your handler returning to base. Which means you’ll likely be alone on base on the holidays. It’s not the first time so that’s okay but you do get jealous when plans are brought up in conversation.

“So what’ll you be doin lass?” Johnny asks. His friendly face becomes a small frown when you shrug.

“Maybe I’ll just stay on base with Ghost…not sure what else there is. Nowhere to go really…” You say shrugging. Johnny’s brother side comes out in full swing, not just for you but for Simon as well. He knows Simon uses the holidays for his own needs, and doesn’t really stay on base the whole time. Leaving you behind didn’t feel fair to him. Not only that but it’s not fair to you, to have to sit in your room by yourself bored out of your mind.

Johnny makes some calls after that and soon learns there’ll be some paperwork but he doesn’t care. It’ll be worth it.

Nikolai comes to pick people up to take home, and Johnny has you already packed and it basically bouncing on your bed to get you to wake up.

“Come on wheels up lass!”

He’s carrying the duffel you had when you came and hands it to you.

“But-“ you’re half awake as you try to protest.

“No questions. Come on.” He says and you both get on the helicopter. Rudy and Alejandro say good bye to you before you leave and give you a gift to open on Christmas as does Gaz and Price. Ghost sees you off and you tell him you hope he enjoys the privacy.

Johnny takes you to his hometown, and when you land he explains that he made some calls home. And then to Laswell, and the program and few others to make sure everything was sorted.

“Ma didn wantya to be alone. Just know you’ll be put to work still…got dat?” You nod and he takes you to his house after you land, where you meet Soap’s mother and Soap’s older brother. His mother comments a bit on your appearance saying you look a little pale and could afford to put on a couple pounds. Soap gives her a look but you shake it off saying you have been. She gives you a warm smile and helps you find your room.

You have a good time on your leave and it feels a little odd to you. Your family was way different, but Johnny’s is cozy and kind and teasing. You join in on jabs at him, and help around the house as best you can, learning more basic skills like cooking and chopping wood. Johnny takes you to a few different places around, along with his brother, and you even meet a couple of his football buddies. They’re friendly and tell you some stories about Johnny. They ask about the ears and antlers. Johnny lets you answer how you choose, whether it’s as a jackalope or a wendigo. At some point he leaves you with his friends to take care of something and when he comes back, he sees you talking and having a good conversation with them. It’s hard to imagine you were once this simple, shy, apologetic kid and now you had grown into a friendly, healthy teenager.

One night you and Johnny take a minute to relax on a bench before continuing your walk home. The two of you had just left his friend and their partner at a store, and the walk home would be long. Johnny could handle walking in the dark but wanted you to be safe too. You both look out at the street lit up by garlands of lights and shop windows. It was good to finally take a break after all the walking around. You watch people go by and notice body language you didn’t often see on base. Couples holding hands, kids running and skipping, snowballs being thrown, parents swinging their kids. You lean against your knees, following Johnny’s sitting position.

“Are all families like this?” You ask. Johnny notices where you had been looking and shrugs.

“Nah all of em. The good ones are.” Johnny ponders for a moment before inquiring. “Take it you didn ave that.”

You shake your head.

“Wha were they like?” He asks. You go very quiet, and he pays closer attention. It’s not an easy subject, your parents were mean and obsessive over your hybrid features. You were outcasted and isolated. Christmas was a rough time, as you would see people happy outside but never felt the same way.

“…they…they used to yell at me. Sometimes hit me.” You confessed. Johnny looks at you. “It kept escalating… sometimes it was burns or no food for a day. Then one day they grounded me and put me in the basement.” You pause for a shaky breath feeling your throat tighten up. Johnny lets you continue at your own pace. “They gave me raw meat and told me there was nothing else…”

You’re shaking recalling the horrid memory of how you became a wendigo. Your family wasn’t normal and your parents weren’t sane. You only found out how insane they were when it was too late. How cultish they could be.

Johnny doesn’t need you to finish, and instead moves closer to you on the bench and holds you tight. The tears just come down and you nestle into his winter jacket. You feel a gloved hand on your head keeping you close.

“You didn do anythin wrong.” He tells you over and over, tucking your head under his chin. “You’re a good kid. Don’ forgae ‘at.”

You finally pull away after a while and he asks if you’re ready to keep going. You nod, he gives you his arm to cling to while you head home. There are still tears but your face is stinging from the cold, and you’d rather be inside. Johnny tries to change the subject or make some jokes with you. He gets a couple giggles for his dad jokes. When you finally get back, Johnny’s mother notices your tears and gets you some water. She doesn’t ask about it and lets her son handle everything while you curl up on the couch with him watching Die Hard.

You feel more and more comfortable snuggling up to Soap, and he you. He’s taken to calling you ‘pup’ and ‘whelp’. When you walk in to relax with him he offers to shift for you so you can have a soft pillow to rest against. It doesn’t take long before his brother and mother are friendly with you too, spending some alone time with them as well. His mother has taken a shine to you, often asking for some help in the kitchen or showing you cute videos she found online. There’s a couple of Facebook posts usually involving the Grinch or Peanuts cartoons that you find cute, and smile at.

His mom expresses concern multiple times about your wardrobe, noticing you wear the same items in a row.

“If ya wouldna mind me askin dear, didn ya wear that shirt yesterday?”

“Y-yes. Is that bad?” You ask.

“No no of curse not, it’s a nice shirt, but doncha ave other clothes?” She asks. When you shake your head she sets down whatever she is working on. It doesn’t take long for her to check if any of her sons’ old clothes will fit you. The clothes are a little baggy on you, even with the couple extra pounds you’ve gained while staying there but they’ll work. Especially since they’ll likely get torn anyways when you back to base. Honestly his mother is glad they’ll be put to use, and they’re some of the few clothes she has that are intact since Johnny’s form often rips his clothing.

Christmas Eve comes around and Soap is up early for his workout and his mother is up for her meal prep.

“Aye ma? Canna ask you somethin?” Soap asks quietly, not wanting to wake you or give you the chance to hear him.

“Yes?”

“Whatcha think of the lass?”

She takes a moment to think about it.

“Lovely child. Takes after ya a bit moore than I’d like.” She teases. Johnny smiles before unloading a bit on to his mother. “They don’t ave anywhere else to go after this, unless Price keeps em. So it got me thinkin uhh…” his tail twitches awkwardly as she takes note of his tone. His mom has seen how her sons’ tails react when they get a certain way. Before he can ask she answers the question.

“I think ya need to think this over some more. I wouldna mind it… but she’s got as much of a say as you do. Honestly she’s a lovely lass, and I know you’ve taken a shine to her. More than a shine, yer practically her brother. You’ve told me what she is, and I have no qualms but ya better be here for her too. I’m not dealin’ with a hybrid under my roof, alone and at my age.”

“I will ma, thank you.” Johnny decides to bring it up later when you guys head back to base.

Christmas comes and it’s overwhelming for someone unused to large close gatherings. Johnny and his brother make it a habit for at least one of them to stay close to you. Their relatives ask tou questions and get to know you. You don’t unload like you did with Johnny, but when your past comes up you do respond.

“Well my adoptive parents were pretty bad, so after that my social worker put me in the program for rehabilitation and relocation I guess.”

When you get the chance you slip away to take a breath, and relax a bit. The whole situation is crazy after being on a such an isolated family. The holidays weren’t exactly great for you, and sometimes you were alone to open gifts by yourself. The gifts were strange too, often in the form of weird books and strange toys. Looking back, to any normal person the gifts should have been red flags. Johnny finds you soon enough, and asks if you just want some time to yourself.

“This is normal? Spending holidays like this?” You ask. He nods.

“Never got ‘at back ‘ome.”

You shake your head. Johnny isn’t one to show vulnerability but damn you make it hard.

“Fairly normal. You open your gifts yet?” He asks. “Come on we’re about to start opening them.”

You get up and follow him, carrying the gifts you got from the 141 into the living room, and sit down. Anyone seeing the scene would know you were out of place, as everyone was either human or a werewolf. Johnny’s mom sits by you, and has a gift for you too. You open it and you laugh, finding a hoodie for Johnny’s favourite football team. Johnny looks over and basically cheers seeing the hoodie. The gifts from the team are a journal and some stationary and a sketchbook. They’re simple gifts sure but they’re better than anything you had gotten before. They were yours.

Next couple days you spend collecting and drawing around the area. You take the journal everywhere, writing about the things you see and draw your own ideas.

During a visit to a restaurant you notice some humans and draw them as hybrids, giving them tails and wings. Any common or ugly looks from other humans go ignored as you focus on the pencils and paper before you.

Your journal gets filled with cards, photos, stickers, scribbles and a couple of miscellaneous items you find like leaves, flowers and feathers. It’s not long before items are poking out from between the pages marking your progress. You write plenty of thoughts, and even a couple stories about the items you find.

#cod au #hybrid au #wendigo #jackalope #christmas #late christmas post #fanfic #cod oc #john soap mactavish #home for the holidays #fluff #angst with a happy ending #family #monster

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daisydaisybilly · 5 months

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Could you do a sejanus x reader fic where the reader hears of his death and immediately accuses snow of killing the love of her life

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye | s.p

pairing: sejanus x gn!reader

warnings: death, angst, alcohol use, a little fluff, fighting and swearing (this is gonna be a rough one)

word count: 880

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! this might be the saddest thing I’ve ever wrote, definitely cried writing this

MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN

“And this is Coryo, my best friend” Sejanus held one hand on your waist and clasped his friend's shoulder with the other. When he first brought up meeting his friend you were nervous. Falling in love with a peacekeeper was never the plan, becoming friends with another wasn’t either.

But Sejanus always spoke of Coriolanus with such fondness, that his friend was more like a brother and had saved him multiple times. And for that you figured you owned him a hello. Besides, he was involved with the local singers so you knew your secret was safe.

“So this is the person who has you so bewitched” Coriolanus smiled, it should have been charming, but the smile hadn’t touched his eyes.

You returned the smile, pressing closer into Sejanus, “so this is the person who has saved you so many times”. Sejanus laughed and smiled at the two people he held close in 12.

Your knees hit the floor, hidden deep into the crowd, you were saved from peacekeepers. In the tree the jabberjays carried his last words in the air.

“Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma!”

The plan, the life you had planned together was gone. Forever loyal he hadn’t mentioned your name or you’d be hanging there with him.

Someone behind helped you stand, muttering a thank you, you look towards the peacekeepers searching for him, coryo, Coriolanus, best friend more like a brother.

His blue eyes found you quickly, guilt. Guilt was etched into his eyes. The grief weighed you down, it felt like your heart had been replaced by lead.

Sejanus hands were on your hips, his lips were pressed into your throat. He should be on patrol but had stuck away to meet you.

The past days his mood had increased, things were falling into place and you’d be leaving district 12 behind once and for all.

“Will you be at the show tonight?” He asked in between kisses.

“Can’t” you sighed, “my aunt caught me seeking out last week and has started locking the door”.

He looked worried, “how will you get out when it’s time”

You smiled kissing his frown away, “I’ve been saving up the white liquor, she’ll be out before the sun”

You had fallen fast for him, you loved his need to help, the fire that burned in him. You could feel it when you stood close to him, feel it in his kiss.

“I have to go,” he said, not move.

“I’ll see you soon” you kissed him one more time and watched him go.

With a stomach full of white liquor you tripped through the streets. Sejanus had shared Coriolanus patrol times once, a rush of pain hit you each time you remembered him. Even the liquor didn’t dull the pain.

He wouldn’t get away with what he did, Coriolanus was the only person Sejanus was going to tell, he didn’t trust anyone else. The confess was played before he was taken from you, you saw it dawn on him.

Coriolanus handed the only person you had ever loved over to the capitol. You didn’t know how he did it but he did. Maybe doing this you’d join Sejanus soon, the rush for pain felt welcome, yes you would join him again.

“Coriolanus” you yelled, the words slurring. He was alone and when he saw you he stopped. He tried saying your name and held his hand up. You cried out and threw up against the wall.

“I know what you did!” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He said your name again so calm it only made you mad. “You've been drinking”, he pushed you away.

“His blood is on your hands” you told him, finding your footing.

“Go home”

“No” you cried pushing him again. You saw annoyance in his eyes, you saw yourself a sobbing drunk mess and you saw assurance.

He was save.

In the eyes of everyone Sejanus was a traitor and a rebel, and no one spared any tears for traitors and rebels unless they wanted to join them.

You swallowed, feeling oddly sober.

“You’ll pay for what you did, I don’t know how or when but you will and I will smile as you die”.

You walked away from him, let him tell his friends, let them come and take you away. You wouldn’t be found, the supplies were where you left them, enough to last a few days or more if you were carefully.

You would keep to the plan and head north to find what Sejanus had dreamed of. You would do whatever it took to bring Coriolanus Snow down and then you would find peace with Sejanus and his fire would warm you for the rest of eternity.

The sun hadn’t risen yet but it was warm, usually the heat was unbearable. But with the grass wet with morningdew and the breeze on your skin it was perfect.

Beside you Sejanus slept, you’d have to wake him soon so he’d be back in time for morning checks. You’d wish the moment would never end, that you could watch him sleep forever.

“You’re watching me sleep” he laughed, eyes still closed.

“I can’t help it” you laughed too, lying back beside him, curling into him. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together”.

You felt him kiss your forehead. “And beyond that”

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x gnreader #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus plinth fanfic #sejanus x reader #sejanus x gnreader #sejanus fanfction #sejanus fanfic #gn reader #the hunger games gn reader #tbosas spoilers

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ultralightpoe · 4 months

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Full House llll l -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: And with this final chapter we say goodbye to the Munson family. Thank you to everyone who has read this series.

Warnings: angst, mentions of ptsd and fear of suicide but not a lot.

Word Count: 10,129

Part One HERE - Part Two HERE - Part Three HERE - Part Four HERE - Part Five HERE -

(Thanks for the gif @spookynebula )

Enjoy! -Warning. This chapter had mentions of depression and ptsd. Reader hints at suicide-

It was insane how fast things escalated that night.

Friday nights had become somewhat of a massive tradition in the entire group, since that was the one night that EVERYONE had off. It became a family dinner/ game night all around.

Everyone brought over plates of food, the kids all got to spend time together and the DnD party got a night to catch up on their campaign. Anyone who didn’t want to play got some time to relax with friends.

Tonight was an extra special night because everyone was celebrating Dustin and Erica’s son, Luke’s birthday.

So the second you all got home from all the activities and clubs and meetings everyone got cracking and starting setting up. Ziggy cleaned the downstairs living room that became the kids play room with the help of Halen.

You helped clean up the living room before leaving Eddie and Ozzy to set up their DND tables for their respective campaigns as you went to start the food.

By 7, an hour earlier than her normal time, Motley comes in with a smile that has you on edge immediately.

It’s not that she was a bad kid, you loved your daughter more than the world itself, you just didn’t like her current path. And you had gotten used to the coming in and stomping straight into her room so this smile told you something was up.

“Hey ma!” She smiles, moving forward to kiss your cheek.

“Hi angel.” You mumble, making a kiss noise back as you focus on the food. “We’re doing chicken Alfredo tonight for everyone so-“

“I was actually hoping I could go to Samantha’s for a movie night.” She smiles, watching you pause and then look at her.

“Again?” It had been a year since she had attended one of these family dinners since her and Samantha did movie nights. “Wait, I thought you were mad at Samantha for something. When I was doing laundry you were on the phone talking about her.”

“You were eavesdropping?!”

“No, I was doing your laundry and you were talking loudly!” You snap. “And I’m gonna have to say no to the movie night because it’s Luke’s birthday. A special event.”

“And next week it will be Uncle Jonathan’s birthday and after that Sara’s birthday-“ a small smile spreads across your face at the mention of Sara, the cute toddler girl Mike and El had brought into the world. She was so sweet and reminded you of your kids back then.

“That’s the thing about birthdays. They happen every year?” You mumble, confused on why you have to explain this as she curses under her breath.

“I just mean it’s always something with this family.”

“Okay. I already said no so suck it up buttercup.” You snap, turning back to the food.

Eddie comes into the kitchen with an excited smile when he sees Motley home, and you already know what’s coming.

“Hey Metalhead. You wanna see how cool I am?”

“Sure.” She snaps, rolling her eyes at him.

“People say I’m magic, cause I always have a few Twix up my sleeve.” Just as he says it he makes the Twix candy bar slide down into his awaited palm with such excitement.

“Wow dad.” She sighs. “This is an all time low.”

“Oh! Twix!” Halen snatches it and dashes to go fine his best friend.

“You eat today?” Eddie asks Motley, trying not to let her mood get at him. “We have snacks set up already-“

“Why do you constantly feel the need to ask me if I’ve eaten?!” She snaps.

“What?! I just want to make sure my daughter actually eats instead of that dieting smell a carrot bullshit!”

“UGH! Just leave me alone! This house sucks!” She stomps downstairs and Eddie turns to you.

“What’d I do now?”

“I actually told her no to something before you came in so it was me.” You explain, using the spoon to pull out a noodle and move to feed it to him.

And before you know it everything is packed with people.

Steve and Nancy came in a bundle of hugs, Eddie making a tall joke to their tallest son which makes Vinny laugh nervously as he moves out of the way for his three younger brothers to come in.

Vinny takes his spot at Ozzys table, getting his dice ready as two of his brothers join him while the third dashes to follow Ziggy to go play with Zeppelin.

Steve takes a seat at Ozzys table as well, since he wanted to play but didn’t really know how he was playing Ozzys campaign to learn the basics of the game.

Jonathan and his son arrive soon enough, Halen snatching his friend and they dash upstairs to play video games as Jonathan takes a seat on the couch where you Nancy and Robin always sit and talk shit about anyone and anything.

Eddie tries to call Motley up for dinner but she doesn’t answer so he just shrugs and starts his campaign, missing the pointed eye roll Vinny had.

“He prefers to be called Vince now.” Nancy explains over her wine. “And Steve found not one but 4 little notes from girls or guys asking him out. All unanswered and just shoved into his desk drawer.”

“I still can’t believe you’re raising a valedictorian. Any idea on where he’s applying to colleges?” Jonathan asks.

“Oh come on. The kid is tall, attractive, has amazing grades and an all around good student. Not to mention the star baseball player for the team. It doesn't matter where he’s applying because they are all going to be reaching out to him.” Robin scoffs, making Nancy smile.

You hear a bunch of groans coming from Ozzys table and look over to see your son smiling just like his dad as the table is panicking on what to do.

When you look over at Eddie you see he is already smiling from ear to ear as he watches before the sound of Zeppelin barking in the back yard pulls your attention.

“What was that?” Mike asks, trying to look out the window.

“Probably just heard a car door. Dogs on about everything lately.” Eddie sighs, focusing back up on the game.

Then some more time passes and he begins to get to get more and more anxious. Motley hadn’t eaten so she should come up.

“Hey Zig?” He calls. “Send your sister up please!”

There’s a slight rustle downstairs and he hears Ziggy knock before swinging the door open. His first sign of trouble is when he doesn’t hear Motley immediately scream at her sister to get out of her room.

But he thinks that maybe she managed to fall asleep, she did come from cheer practice after all.

That is until Ziggy dashes upstairs and Eddie is met with her wide eyes that makes everything fall into a panic for him.

“What’s up?”

“She’s not there.”

“She’s not where?”

“She’s not in her room-“ Eddie is zipping out of his chair to zoom downstairs and check for himself, barging into her room to find it empty. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-“

He moved to see that she had somehow shimmied out of the small window she had and he gets pissed.

How long has she been doing that?!

He storms back upstairs, snatching the phone angrily as you come closer, watching him dial Perez' number and wait.

“Hello, this is Eddie Munson. I just need to make sure my daughter got to you house safely-“ he stops, heart thundering in his rib cage at the man’s response as you keep peering at him. “What do you mean she’s not there?”

Vinny is watching you both, an annoyed look on his face as everyone’s mood immediately drops, once again for Motley. She ruined everything these days.

“She’s at a party.” He sighs. “Her boyfriend Aaron and his best friend Henry are throwing a huge rager tonight.”

“I thought she wanted to go to Samantha’s?” He asks you, confused since that’s what you told him earlier.

“Her and Samantha haven’t actually been friends for months. Samantha is too nerdy now.” Vinny explains and Steve sighs.

“Vin, why didn’t you say anything?”

“She’s not my business. I try to stay far away from her these days-“

“Why?” You ask, getting defensive of your daughter.

“Because they make everyone’s lives miserable. They just constantly bully Mickey about his stuttering. Samantha is bullied about her weight and all they do is walk through the halls making everyone miserable. And she just lets it happen with a laugh. She thinks it’s great.”

Your heart breaks, imagining all the things he is saying as Eddie is losing patience.

“The party's address. Where is it?” He snaps, moving to grab his keys.

“Eds..” you mumble, reaching out to stop him but the second he has the address he is out the front door.

So you, and everyone else, wait.

Sending all the kids including your twins down stairs to watch a movie as the adults and teens sit around and wait for Eddie’s car to emerge again.

And when they do you already know it’s gonna be bad based on the way they both slam the doors.

He’s yelling before they even make it to the front door.

“I’m sick of this bullshit with you!” He shouts. “When’s it gonna stop, huh?!”

“Fuck off!” She screams back, obviously crying. “You just ruined my life!”

“No Motley, I just helped it!” He yells, opening the door. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Why do you care so much?!” She screams as they both come into view. “IT WAS JUST A PARTY!”

“YOU WERE DRINKING AND SMOKING!” He screams back, both red in the face. “I HAD TO PULL THAT FUCK OFF OF YOU! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED MOTLEY?!

“Right. So you’re the hero once again right? You barge in and take control over everything and now everyone is gonna say what a wonderful guy you were and how my mom is so lucky she found you.” She sneers, tears streaming down her face and makes her eyeliner stain her cheeks. “Thank god for Eddie fucking Munson. My family was fine before she met you! We were fine without you!”

“I don’t know what you’re on about but you’re on thin ice tonight.” He warns.

“Just fucking say it! Say I remind you of my dad! That’s why you hate me right?!” She snaps and his eyes widen.

“Motley- you don’t. Wait-“ your husband tries, you see the panic on his face as he realizes that this situation was spinning out far too quickly.

Meanwhile Eddie felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had just found his daughter half asleep with some jock on top of her at a party and he was freaked the fuck out. He was mad and stressed and scared but the feeling he was getting as she glared at him made him go cold.

He had his tiffs with her, these days all he could seem to do was irritate her but this was something entirely different.

“I’m Billys kid right? That’s all I am to you? I look and act like him! That’s all you see! Right?!”

“You’ve had a lot to drink.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his face. “Maybe you should go get some rest.”

“You talk all this bullshit about how it’s the people that raise us and not the ones we’re made from. But you know what I think? I think you’re lying because you know that’s not true. I’ll always be like Billy and you will always be like Alan.” She continues and Eddie feels something cold in his chest, a cracking feeling as his ears start ringing. He hears you shuffle closer already trying to diffuse the situation but neither of them look at you.

When he doesn’t respond she keeps going, like a feral animal backed into a corner.

“You think I haven’t heard the stories?! Huh?! Alan Munson arrested for drug abuse and manslaughter. Eddie Munson, the schools fucking freak that sold drugs and killed Chrissy Cunningham.”

“I am nothing like him-“ Eddie snaps, skin hot and fists clenched. Alan was an abuser, who had hit Eddie more than he hugged him. Eddie had never hit you, or the kids. He had never killed anyone, not even Chrissy and sure he sold drugs but he always made sure everyone was safe when using them.

Is that how she saw him?

“You’re just like him! Nothing but a low life fucking freak. You can take your cheap fucking necklace back, freak.” She sobs, tearing off the necklace he made her and chucking it at his chest. Some of the chain hits his cheek at how hard she threw it, and it falls to the floor beneath him with a clank.

And just like that he’s back to nothing. All the hard work he’s done to run from his name and all the hard work he’s put into supporting people is gone. She’s right. He’s nothing but a freak. Always has been and always will be.

Her face falls from one of pure anger to shock and sadness as she watches him. He doesn’t know what he looks like but by your devasted face it can’t be great.

“I’m going to bed.” He announces, voice sounding bland and empty, kicking his mothers ring away from his feet and moving upstairs without another word.

“W-wait dad-“ she gasps out, sobering up a bit. “Please just-“

He doesn’t hear. Or he just blatantly ignores her as the bedroom door slams harshly.

“No. No no no.” She sobs, falling to her knees to try and find where the ring had gone after Eddie kicked it. Her fingers grasp around the chain, sobbing harder when she sees it snapped and broken.

Ziggy comes into view then, eyes wide as she watches her sister scramble across the floor.

“Ziggy. You need to go downstairs-“ you try and control the situation, moving your daughter to head back only to find that all of the kids were standing in the kitchen and had heard everything.

“I think it’s time we go.” Steve mumbles, not looking at Motley as everyone begins to grab their kids and make their way out.

She can’t breathe, she can’t breathe and she can’t find the ring.

“Z-zig- help me p-please. I can’t find it.” She sobs, reaching her arm under the couch to try and feel for it.

Ziggy doesn’t move to help her sister, and you can only watch with tears streaming down your face as your oldest breaks down.

“Ididntmeanit!” She sobs. “Pleasebelieveme-“

“I think everyone needs to go to bed.” You state calmly. “Motley we will discuss all of this in the morning once we’ve all had room to breathe. Okay?”

She nods, still violently sobbing as Ziggy walks away from her and storms downstairs. Halen has tears streaming down his own face as Ozzy grabs his arm to lead him upstairs, hearing nothing but silence coming from their parents room.

You shuffle away too, trying not to look at her and trying not to cry. You had no clue what to do right now.

She searches for a couple minutes before realizing the point was mute since she couldn’t actually see from her eyes anymore with how hard she was crying and finally she gave up, shuffling downstairs.

At first she walks to her room, but the second she hits the door she realizes she doesn’t want to be alone so she moves closer to Ziggys door and knocks softly.

Back when you first moved in, Motley and Ziggy were terrified to sleep in the basement, both so sure ghosts were real. Motley often let Ziggy in her room so they could sleep together.

Now it was her knocking on her baby sister's door, chest aching as it opens a bit. “C-can I sleep with you Zig? I-I don’t want to-“

“Why do you have to ruin everything?!” Ziggy cries, shoving Motley away. “Why do you have to chase him away?!”

“Zig-“ Motley sobs but her sister doesn’t hear her.

“You ruin everything! And he’s gonna leave because of you!” And then the door is slammed in her face once more.

So Motley shuffles to the couch, curling into the cushions as she sobs. Eddie’s face stuck in her mind.

She had never seen him look so…. Broken and empty. She did that.

And he had never walked away from a fight with her.

“I want dad…” she sobs, shoving her face into the pillow to sob. “I’m sorry dad.”

You were going to be sick.

Never before had you seen such silence from your husband.

By the time you made it to the room he was just sitting on the bench in front of your bed, just staring at the wall.

“Eddie?” You mumble, moving closer to him and try to rub his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He just shakes his head no. Not actually looking at you as he brings his hand up to pull yours away from him.

There’s a crater in your chest as your husband pushes your hand away, this gaping hole just gushing out blood as you try and figure out how to fix this. But before you can think of something he stands and walks past you to go into the bathroom, locking the door and turning the shower on.

You’ve thankfully passed out by the time Eddie gets the courage to leave the bathroom, he can’t look at you right now.

He’s a coward.

A freak.

We were fine without you.

She thought he was Alan. She probably heard everyone at school making fun of her dad.

Nothing but a low life fucking freak.

Freak. Freak. Freak freakfreakfreak.

“You’re nothing Edward. You hear me boy?” Alan calls, watching Eddie dash to his room to hide.

Later that evening his mother would give Eddie a buzz cut, the hair being the thing that got him in trouble in the first place.

He could do nothing but stare into the mirror as she did so, looking at the deep purple bruise that covered most his cheek as she worked on his hair.

Nothing.

He didn’t mean to stay awake all night, sitting there staring at a wall. But he somehow managed to.

So he unplugs his alarm clock before it can wake you, shuffling around to get dressed silently. He was used to doing chores on the weekends, for the yard or the family cars.

Today he chose to head out for a bit. Leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead as he grabbed his wallet and keys before heading out.

Motley wakes up to the front door closing, her neck aching from the spot on the couch she had slept on and her head blaring from crying so much last night.

It takes her a moment to get up, shuffling upstairs half asleep until she is in the main part of the house, when she sees no one there she shuffled up the stairs to sneak into your room.

Her heart plummets when she sees it’s only you, her anxiety and guilt heightening as she crawls into bed to lay with you, pulling the blanket close as you turn to cuddle your daughter.

“I’m sorry mommy.” She cries.

“I know.” You mumble, still half asleep as you keep her close.

Soon enough the boys wake up, dashing downstairs, and you have to get up to go feed everyone. Motley stays close to you, sitting at the table awkwardly as you get the twins set up with cereal.

They don’t look at her. Neither of them even look near her as they eat silently which upsets her more.

“Have you decided what song you’re going to do for your performance, Oz?” She tries to break the tension, watching her brother shrug.

“Dad and I were going over some stuff. Doesn’t matter.” He shrugs again, spinning his cereal around the bowl as you go downstairs to grab Zeppelin for his daily walk and wake up Ziggy.

You rush Zeppelin out, the older dog excited as he is every morning and the second you leave the front door Ziggy emerges from downstairs.

“Morning Zig.” Motley tries to smile, stomach clenching when her sister ignores her.

“Hey Zig? Can I borrow your charcoal markers?” Halen asks, excited to see his sister. “I have this really cool idea to take my Halloween mask and make it look like the words are-“

Motley zones out watching all three of her siblings talk excitedly amongst each other. It had been a family tradition for as long as she’s known to have breakfast together on Saturday, just the 6 of them. A tradition she’s blatantly ignored in favor of spending time with her friends.

“I have a new eyeliner, Zig, if you want to try it?” Motley offers, once again trying to break the tension.

“I’m good.” Ziggys is quick to shut her down, moving to clean up her mess. “Remember guys. Dads birthday is coming up and we all gotta keep it a surprise what we got.”

“Right.” Ozzy smiles, tossing his bowl in the sink before dashing off while Ziggy rushes downstairs.

Halen is the only one left and Motley turns to him. “What’d we get dad?”

“I don’t know what you got him. But we all chipped our allowance in for something.” Halen mumbles, hands clenched.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me? I would have-“

“Why does it matter? He’s not your dad right?” Her brother mumbles out, getting up to slam his bowl in the sink as well. He stomps off soon after that, and soon enough the sound was mixed with the sounds of Ozzy practicing cello and Halen dashing around for his project. Ziggy playing music in her room.

“DADS HOME!” Halen yells excitedly, dashing down the stairs to come into the kitchen where you were preparing lunch. “I saw him pull in.”

“Good.” You smile, some of the anxiety easing as the kids collect at the table around where Motley was sitting and doing homework. “We’re going to eat lunch together. No fighting guys.”

The front door opens and shuts and Motley stands up awkwardly, both of you waiting for Eddie to enter.

When he does you are silent, eyes wide as he blinks at you slowly. “Y-your hair?”

It was cut, short. There were still some curls at the top of his head but the rest was gone.

“I….. yeah I thought I needed a change.” He mumbles, reaching a hand up to pull through it awkwardly. “Thought the mop head was a little outdated.”

I didn’t want to look like a freak. You know that’s what he meant even if he didn’t say it.

“Dad. I am so sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I can’t believe-“ Motley begins, wiping her cheeks as some fresh tears roll down her face.

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie stops her. “It’s fine. Okay? No hurt feelings Motley. You had some stress and needed to get it out. I get it.”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t mean any of it dad.”

“I know.” He nods. “I’m not upset at you Motley.”

And that was settled. But he doesn’t move forward to hug her, he doesn’t even touch her, instead he shuffles to sit down and look at the others staring at him.

“Does it look bad?” He asks as they all blink at him and his new hair. Immediately after he asks they all rush out to tell him no and that it looks good.

Motley takes a seat again and so do you, everyone beginning to eat silently.

Eddie had said it was fine, but everyone at the table knew it wasn’t.

Eddie didn’t try to crack any cheesy jokes or pull you into an embarrassing kiss that would make them all gag. He didn’t ask about their plans or if they all wanted to hang out. Eddie ate in silence. And the silence was the loudest part of the meal.

Things remained tense for the rest of the weekend and by the time Motley had to go to school she was tired and stressed.

Her bad was still shut down, he tried not to be but he was. And things were just so…..wrong now.

This morning was awkward enough. She had told Aaron she didn’t want a ride, and she really didn’t want her dad seeing him in general.

But he left early for work and you had assumed she already had a ride so you took the rest of the kids, which left her to walk to school.

She showed up drenched from the rain, bumping into Samantha by the door and dashing to the bathroom quickly.

By the time she gets out first period is already over and the hallways were already packed with people moving for their next class.

She just wanted to cry. She was cold and soaked and missed her dad.

She broke her dad.

“Motley! Hey!” Aaron calls, and she tenses, casting him a look before dashing down the hall and bumping into Vince harshly.

He manages to catch her as her heeled boots slip, hauling her easily into an empty classroom the second he sees the tears rushing down her her cheeks. He closes the door and pulls the blinds of the window down.

“Just take a moment.”

“I have to get to class.” She sniffles.

“It’s biology with Fitz. He barely takes attendance and we’ll be fine.” He tries to joke. “Just take a breather.”

“I can’t! I can’t catch my breath at all.” She snaps, and he moves closer to wipe at her eyes as she sobs before she is latching herself onto him with her face pressed into his chest as she sobs. “I’m sorry Vinny.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snitched on you like that.” He mumbles.

“No. No. It actually was for the better.” She moves to sit down after breaking from the hug, sliding against the door and sitting with her back to it.

He follows and they are side by side.

“I’m thankful my dad showed up.” She admits. “There was a split second where I was so fucking happy he was there actually. I saw him when he tore Aaron off of me and I knew I’d be safe.”

“Did Aaron….?”

“Oh. It’s….. I was just too out of it.” She mumbles, trying to get comfortable.

He moves slowly, unzipping her boot slowly to take it off and doing it to the other so it was easier to sit without the heels.

“Then what happened?”

“I…. Saw the look on my dads face when he dragged me out of there. And I just felt like….. Billy.” She admits, swiping the tears. “I remembered what you said and-“

“I lied.” Vince blurts. “Motley you had to have known that I lied. Your dad would never say that.”

“You lied?”

“I lied. I was trying to hurt you because you…. I was being a dick.”

She sniffles quickly, laughing a little. “Vinny.”

“I’m sorry Motley.”

“Oh my god.” She laughs and he can only blink at her from guilt. “I spent the past year bullying you with my friends and you’ve been holding back your punches.”

“I just….there is no excuse.” He mumbles but she just keeps laughing with tears still springing down her face.

“Don’t feel bad. I was…. Out of control and you ended up saving my ass.” She rushes out. “And then I just completely destroyed my life after.”

“You didn’t. I’m sure this can all be fixed.” He sighs. “Your dad is one of the…. Best.”

“He is.”

“And he forgives my dad after years of king Steve’s bullshit.” He mumbles. “Now they are best frie-“

Before he can finish his sentence her lips are on his. Warm and soft.

He can taste the salt from her tears, and his heart is beating through his rib cage as the girl he’s been dreaming about for years finally kisses him.

But then he pulls back, blinking at her. “Sorry.” He blurts out.

“Why are you sorry? I kissed you.” She blushes.

“Motley.” He begins, not really knowing what to say. “You’re beautiful.”

“I know.” She smiles, laying her head on his shoulder. “You are too.”

Family dinner was quiet, and Eddie spent most his time pushing the food around on his plate and everyone ate in silence.

Motley leans over, elbow pressing into his as she whispers. “Have you eaten today?”

A tiny smile breaks out, and Motley can’t tell if it’s real or fake. So she leans back and keeps pushing around her own food.

“I think I’m gonna drop out of the concert.” Ozzy blurts, pulling Eddie’s attention quickly.

“Why?”

“I’m just…. Not really feeling it.” Her little brother mumbles, shrugging.

Everyone turns to Eddie, waiting for him to talk Ozzy into it. This is what he did. A problem arose and Eddie was there to make them all feel better. He would talk Ozzy into the concert, get rid of all the anxiety and stress he was carrying about it.

But it didn’t come.

“Okay well….. just let your teacher know yeah?” He mumbles, picking up his plate to clean it before heading out of the room quickly.

“I hate you.” Ziggy snaps at Motley, storming off.

“EW! Absolutely not!” Motley snaps, slapping Vinny’s hand away which makes him laugh. “I refuse!”

“Go fish. Go fish!” He laughs, waving the card in her face again.

“No! I refuse!”

“That’s the point of the game!”

Motley and Vinny had been eating lunch together in the abandoned science classroom everyday for the past week. They did homework together and played card games. He told her about his mom and dads most recent fight where Steve had managed to break their bedroom door handle and trap them both in the room on accident.

“No it’s not. I win.” She mumbles, shaking her head as he groans out. “Which means I deserve a victory kiss.”

Whenever she won he had to kiss her. And whenever he won she had to kiss him. Oh how miserable life was.

He smiles, leaning forward to kiss her lips nervously which makes her giggle. When he pulls back he scratches the back of his neck. “So… the Sadie Hawkins Hawkins dance is coming up.”

“Yes. I hear them announce it every morning.” She teases. “Who you gonna ask?”

“Oh ha ha.” He scoffs right as the bell rings. “I have practice after school. You good to get home?”

“I’ll be good.” She smiles, watching as he stands up and heads out.

It was weird seeing Eddie like this, so bland and empty. It really scared you.

He had never shut down like this before, and you were getting to the point where you had begun to hide all the sharp objects and pills.

Today he sat on the bed, well more or less laid on the bed splayed out as he watched the ceiling fan turn slowly. It had been 2 weeks since that fight with Motley, and he had nightmares anytime he managed to fall asleep which wasn’t often.

You knew what he was dreaming about of course, between his father, Chrissy or Wayne’s passing he always woke up calling one of their names in a panic.

“Hey Eds?” You call, trying to get his attention. “Do you wanna try sleeping? I can lay with you.”

“No.” He mumbles out, not moving as the bed dios while you curl into his side.

“You need sleep.” You murmur, kissing his shoulder, taking your hand to rub circles on his stomach.

“I just need…..” What did he need? You’d give him anything.

“She didn’t mean it.” You whisper, tears beginning to burn your eyes.

“I know.” He whispers back. “I just can’t shake it.”

“Maybe, we should look into some therapy.” Your whisper, watching as he finally switches to lay on his side facing you pushing until it’s his forehead against your chest.

“If I start dreaming about them-“

“I’ll wake you up.” You promise.

Eddie’s first therapy session falls on a Monday, so you drop the kids off at all their clubs before taking him and waiting in the car as he spends the next 2 hours in the session.

You catch up on some of your book and when he gets back in the car you are happy to note that he seems a little better. Not a lot but he’s not too empty.

“You haven’t eaten in a minute. Want to go get a burger?” You ask and he shrugs. “You wanna wait for the kids to eat?”

“I just want to sleep.” He answers truthfully and you smile, because at least he was answering. So you turn down the radio and drive to pick up all the kids from their clubs.

First are the boys, Halen still in his karate outfit and Ozzy without his cello. When you ask he simply mutters since he didn’t need to practice he was gonna leave it there tonight.

Eddie closes his eyes like he is in pain when Ozzy says that, but no one says anything.

Next is Ziggy, but you are shocked to find both sisters standing together outside of Ziggys school.

“Motley? Why aren’t you at practice?”

“They end at 5.” She answers.

“Then why did you keep coming home at 8?”

She looks guilty as she shrugs, looking between you and Eddie as he keeps his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“Jesus.” You grunt, feeling like a crap mother.

Later that night you knock on her door, and when she lets you in you shut the door, sitting her on her bed so you could have a long conversation about sex and boys.

It was a little too late as you had come to find out. But she ended up telling you everything.

Friday rolled around and it was DND night, but no one set up any campaign tables and no one bothered to get excited.

Eddie helped you in the kitchen and Motley tried asking about any ideas he had for another campaign.

“Have you ever done a dragon one?”

“Yes.”

“Well maybe you can do a futuristic one then?”

“I actually think I’m done for a bit.” He shrugs. “It’s a game meant for kids.”

He shuffles off to the garage to grab the drinks for tonight as Motley looks at you.

“Hey mom?” Ziggy asks, coming up the stairs. “I have this project I’m doing and it smells really bad cause of the paint. Do you think dad will let me work in the garage?”

“I don’t care. Go for it.” Eddie snaps, walking in with the sodas. “Have at it. Take what you want.”

He drops the drinks by the coolers before walking up the stairs.

“He hates us.” Ziggy mumbles. “He hates us now.”

“He doesn’t hate you. Enough of that.” You snap. “You two have absolutely no clue what he’s been through or what he’s done to be where he is now. You throw Chrissy in his face and his father in his face and all he ever does is try to cheer you guys up constantly.”

They both blink at you.

“He’s upset. He’s gonna be upset from his trauma and it shouldn’t constantly be about you two. Have you bothered to ask if he’s okay ever?” You snap, irritable. “Go clean something.”

They disperse quickly and you turn back to keep cooking, slamming everything as you go.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, leaning against the door.

“No I’m not.” You snap. “I’m so sick of everything. When did this get so hard and - and you’re listening to me complain again. Even when I’m stressed about you carrying all our burdens I still give you more.” You laugh bitterly.

“I don’t mind taking in your guys’ burdens.” He sighs, moving closer.

“This isn’t working.” You snap. “None of this is working.”

“I know.” He sighs.

“I think it’s time we take a look at the next step here.” You mumble, turning away from him. “Because I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I don’t think I can either.” He whispers.

“Then….” You can’t even put it into words, what are you saying? “I need to finish cooking.”

He doesn’t say anything, just merely disappears again.

“Divorce?” Robin scoffs. “You find out your daughter is a slut and this is where you end up?”

“No. Not divorce. We just need another strategy.” You mumble, not looking in the direction that Eddie was sitting in. “It’s like playing tug of war through a brick wall. Whenever either of us begins to make movement the other just hits the brick at full speed.”

Tonight’s ‘family dinner’ was extremely different. It felt more like an awkward party than a family dinner.

Motley sat on the stairs with Vinny, pretending to study as Ziggy sat in the corner sketching.

No dnd, no fun conversations. Your family was truly beginning to crumble under pressure.

“And I feel like absolute crap because how did I now see that my daughter had a sex life?”

“I hear that Aaron kid is a jackass.” Robin sneers.

“From Jonathan. His photography teacher.” Nancy clarifies.

“What great intel.” You sneer and she sighs, rollling her eyes.

You spend the rest of the night talking about Robins most recent girlfriend, and why it ended. By the time you said goodnight to everyone you truly thought you knew too much about her love life.

You wave off her car, being the last to leave, and you shut the door before pressing your forehead to it with a sigh.

When you turn around you are surprised to find Eddie standing there waiting for you and the kids still in sight watching you.

“Goodnight everyone.” You mumble, locking the door and moving to start picking everything up.

“I’m craving donuts.” Eddie blurts, making everyone look at him. “When’s the last time we had an actual Munson meal?”

“What?” Ozzy laughs. “We had dinner together yester-“

“No no. I mean an actual Munson meal.” Eddie shakes his head.

Ziggy catches on then, a smile spreading on her face as Motley soon gets it.

“Guys, I’m tired so maybe we should-“ you don’t get to finish your sentence because Eddie is there, pulling you to the kitchen with the kids to prep for Munson dinner.

A little while later you are all sat on the floor, knees connecting all of you together as you pass around the snacks and laugh.

Homemade donuts and ham wrapped around cheese sticks. Sliced apples and peanut butter with grapes. Any snack you could think of was in the center of the circle.

You all had pillows and blankets, and there was a cartoon playing in the background as Ziggy told you guys the story of how her math teacher broke his foot by dancing in class.

You’re laughing too hard, tears streaming down your face as you try to breathe in while she imitates his crying.

“Stop!” Motley cries. “He did the same dance thing when I had him!”

“Do the dance one more time.” Eddie laughs. “I gotta see it.”

So Ziggy does, looking like an absolute fool as she does but everyone is still laughing and having fun.

Halen catches you up on his drama club, and how he got the old grandma as a roll. “It’s not funny!”

“Its not!” Ozzy laughs. “But your costume is!”

“Wait. Tell them about your concert!” Halen mumbles to which Ozzy shakes his head quickly.

“What’s going on with the concert?” Eddie asks, leaning to snatch an apple slice out of your hand.

“I…. They….. well they gave my solo up before I quit.” He admits.

“What? Why would they do that?” You mumble, worry striking you. “Ozzy,”

“They said I lacked control.” He blushes.

“That’s not fair. You’re the best in that group.” Eddie snaps.

“Every parent says that about their kid.” Ozzy groans.

“Well yeah but I’m not just saying that because you are my kid.” He mumbles. “You’re fucking amazing Ozzy. And if they think you’re not then we need to look for another program.”

“But-“

“Dads right, Ozzy. You play better than any of them.” Motley mumbles.

“We’ll look for another program. Rather than the school.” You nod, and he shrugs with a small smile playing on his lips.

“What’s going on with you?” Eddie asks. “How is life at school, you know after I….”

“Life is better.” She cuts him off. “I actually…. I spend all my free time with Vince now and-“

She starts blushing, and Eddie and yourself are shocked by this image. It had been forever since you saw your daughter with no makeup and in her cheesiest pajamas.

“Well I like all my makeup and outfits but there is no stress of how I look around him so I get to have more fun with it all. You know?” She’s getting redder and redder now. “And the Sadie Hawkins is coming up and Iwastryingtofigurrouthowtoaskhim.”

She mumbles the last part out but everyone heard it, excitement jumping through the group.

“Oooo. Motley and Vincent sitting in a tree-“ a pillow hits Ziggy in the face as Ozzy and Eddie are already talking over each other with ideas.

“How about you write it on a baseball?” Halen asks, and everyone stops at his idea before Motley lights up.

“That would be very sweet.” You smile.

“I don’t have a baseball though.”

“That’s easy. Send Zeppelin outside for 5 minutes and he’ll find one.” Eddie teases.

“I have paint for it!”

“Then we have a plan.”

Eddie sighs, shifting a bit as he tried to conjure up what he needs to say. “I think we’ve been failing as a family lately.”

“How so?”

“When’s the last time we’ve actually talked? Actually sat down together and talked about life? We have all been so caught up lately that we haven’t made time for our best team and that needs to change.”

“How so?”

“I propose that we do family dinners like this from now on. Actually talk. Actually take time for each other and tell eachother everything.” He sighs. “But in order for that then there has to be complete honesty. And I have not given you guys that.”

It’s silent as everyone stares back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something.

It takes you a minute to register it. It’s a bat tooth.

“Who wants the truth about Chrissy Cunningham and my scars?”

It’s around 3 am when you wake up, confused and groggy.

Somehow everyone had managed to cuddle together on the couch, everyone connected somehow. You were all merged as one, sleeping in a pile, with Halen snoring loudly.

You blink a couple times, wondering what had woken you up, so you sit up, making Halen stir a bit and try your best to sneak out.

You limp to the sound that had been waking you up, tense from the awkward position you had been sleeping before you shuffle to open the window and look out at what was outside.

A small laugh escapes you when you realize that you had left Zeppelin out and he was whining. “I am so sorry baby boy.” You coo, shuffling to the door quickly to let him in. He dashes to the couch to crawl his way into the pile.

You catch Eddie staring at you, trapped underneath all the kids as he nods his head for you to come back. So you do. Finding your spot and falling asleep with your family once more.

“Would you just take a breath?” Eddie laughs, watching his oldest daughter rush around in a flurry of panic.

He is standing in the center of the living room, doing his best to help her as she struggles to find her shoe.

“Dad I can’t find it..” she mumbles. “He’s gonna be here any minute and I-“

“Just sit down a moment.” He mumbles, moving her to sit before he starts looking. He instantly finds, throwing it at her to catch easily before shuffling back to the kitchen to find you sitting with Ziggy as she shows you her most recent project.

“How’s it going in there?” You ask, looking up at him for a second.

“Found her shoe. I came to get you for pictures.” And within a moment you are up, kissing Ziggys head and dashing to find your camera for the photos.

Eddie shuffles closer, snatching a chip from her bag as he looks at the oil painting. “Jesus. Did a teenage mutant ninja turtle possess you?”

“Huh?”

“You know? Micheal Angelo, Donatello-“

“Oh my god dad.” She groans as he picks up the painting.

“This is really good. You're gonna submit it for something?” He asks.

“My art teacher says I should compete in this art show thing.” Ziggy mumbles, watching him look at the painting. “That one is called lifeline.”

An extravagant oil painting with a blurry faced female holding a leather jacket. And when he tilts the photo he realizes that she had hidden bats into the jacket, using another paint so if it moved in the light you might be able to see the bats she had hidden. His bats. His tattoo but with them in a purplish paint hidden just the same were 4 birds.

“You’re really talented.” He mumbles, fingers tracing over the birds.

“Yeah yeah.” She blushes, snatching the painting back and shoving him away.

“HES HERE!” Motley screams from the other room and Ziggy moves to go into the living room to watch Vinny park the car and take a moment to prep himself.

He fixes his jacket and Motley is inside making sure all her makeup is set and perfect as he walks up the pathway.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Be cool.” She warns you and Eddie, trying to breathe.

“We’re cool. You’re the one over there hyperventilating.” Eddie teases and she snatches a pillow to throw at him.

The knock sounds at the door and Motley rushes to answer, tripping unceremoniously so Eddie has to catch her before she breaks an ankle.

He helps her stand straight and moves to answer the door himself.

“Vincent.”

“Mr. Munson.” He smiles, already blushing.

“Is there going to be drinking?”

“No sir.”

“Smoking?”

“No sir.”

“Sex?”

“N-no sir.”

“You know I can kick your ass if you hurt her. Right?”

“My dad said the same thing.”

“That he can kick your ass?”

“No. That you could.” And Eddie can’t help but laugh, letting Motley pass.

It’s another 30 minutes of you taking pictures and him giving her a corsage before they are taking off in his car, Motley smiling from ear to ear.

“Wait…” Eddie mumbles, looking at you with panic. “Something is wrong.”

“What’s that?”

“She’s leaving and I don’t feel that punching feeling in my gut.” He murmurs, looking genuinely confused. “I don’t feel the need to follow her and make sure she makes it there.”

“Yeah. Well if I trust anyone to protect my daughter it would be Harringtons kid.” You laugh. “Because we all know she will be the one throwing the punches and he will back her up.”

There was a nervousness in her stomach that she hadn’t gotten before, a blush on her cheeks as she does her best not to seem like she is going insane with panic.

“I’m…. shit- sorry. I am really nervous.” He mumbles after messing with the radio awkwardly.

“I’m nervous too.” Motley admits, smiling at him.

“You? Nervous? What for? I am the one dating way above my natural league here.” He mumbles. Before she can respond he is pulling into the school parking lot. The Sadie Hawkins Dance. Hawkins High School went all out.

There are balloon gates leading into the front doors and streamers covering the door itself. She kept a firm hold on his arm as they went to get the tickets, ignoring the way Aaron and his friends snicker when they see the both of them together.

“Drinks first?”

“Lead the way.” Motley smiles.

Eddie lays on the couch, reading the eragon book that Ozzy and Halen wouldn’t shut up about, with your head on his lap as you doze off.

You had spent the morning helping your daughter get ready, and now you were tired. So he offered to help you fall asleep, and you had taken the chance, letting him play with your hair as you closed your eyes. He made it seem like he was doing you some huge favor, but truth was you were doing him a favor.

Laying on the couch with you was his favorite thing, well laying with you in general. Gone were the days of having to jump all over each other, now you both were getting to the part in life where you just needed to be near each other. You rooted Eddie to this earth and he needed you like a hurricane needed wind.

He would be nothing without you or the kids. Would still be a freak, spiraling into the unknown but you had given him everything he never knew he needed.

Soon enough he found himself dropping the book on the floor, focusing on you, doing his best to memorize all your features the best he could as you slept peacefully.

He understood Ziggys painting now. Lifeline. You were his lifeline.

By the end of the night Motley and Vinny sat side by side on her front porch, laughing loudly as they shared a gallon of icecream they had stolen from the fridge.

Her feet ached so she had taken off her heels and when he walked her to the door (he was very serious about Eddies curfew) but he hadn’t been ready to say goodnight yet so they decided on hanging out on the porch. She was technically home so her curfew was fulfilled.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Fitz tried to dance when the YMCA came on!” She giggles. “Smacked Margaret right in the face.”

“WHACK!” He laughs, imitating the slap.

“That poor girl definitely left with a bruise.”

“And Aaron left with a bruised ego.”

“HE DID!” Motley cackles loudly before covering her mouth when she realizes someone might hear her.

“I should get going.” Vinny mumbles, watching her. “But I…. I have something for you.”

“Yeah?”

“I…. well I found this the other night at DnD night…” He murmurs, digging into his pocket to pull out a chain with a really familiar necklace linked to it.

“Oh my god.” Motley gasps, dropping her spoon. “Vinny-”

“I should have given it to you immediately but then I had this idea to- that was wrong wasn’t it? I should have just given it to you I am so sorry-” She leans forward quickly, kissing him before he could keep rambling.

“That was the sweetest thing you could have ever done.” She whispers before hearing a thump from inside and pulling her attention to the door.

“Goodnight.” He murmurs.

“Goodnight.” She answers back, he kisses her again at the door before making sure she gets in without a problem and then walks to his car.

Eddie is shuffling to the couch, eyes wide when he meets his daughters eyes. “I was not spying. I went to grab a blanket for your mother and I.”

Motley smiles, moving to hug him.

“Did you have fun?” He asks, kissing the top of her head.

“So much fun. He was the perfect gentleman.” She whispers. “Goodnight dad.”

“Goodnight metalhead.” She moves to walk away and he calls out once more. “Your mother and I’s first date ended on the kitchen floor of that apartment you guys used to live in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She had to get home to relieve the babysitter and I never wanted to let her go.” He smiles.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” She smiles back before moving to go down the stairs.

Time passes, quicker than Eddie would like, and yet as slow as they can be.

He wants so badly to see his kids grow up and yet he just isn’t ready to let them go, he wants to see every second.

Motley and Vinny go to prom together, and Steve and Nancy all get drunk with you and Eddie that night after you say bye to them.

Soon enough he was saying goodbye to his firstborn daughter as her and her nerdy boyfriend drove off to college. He cried, so did you. Steve sobbed.

Ziggy grew into this very hippie lifestyle, most of her clothes looked like they came from Steve Nicks closet and she smelled of incense more than anything. She focused on art, excelling at it truthfully, and as she went through high school Eddie found that he didn’t need to be as worried about boys taking advantage of one of his babies since she seemed absolutely disgusted by them.

She came out to him in her sophomore year, he had been sitting with her in the garage, helping her staple a new canvas that was bigger than his car. She had been panicking all day about something, even Zeppelin had been feeding off her energy and whining.

But then she blurts it out, a quick and simple “I like girls.”

He stops, unplugging the staple gun to turn and look at her, watching her face pinch with anxiety.

“You got a girlfriend?” He asks. She shakes her head no and he nods. “You got a crush on someone?”

There was a nod on that one and he smiled. “Well any girl that gets ya will be a lucky son of a gun. And I mean that, because you are a very freaking special Ziggy. Always have been.”

She hugs him tightly, crying into his chest that night.

Zeppelin passes away two months later, and Eddie finds himself with the grief of losing a child. He tells the kids that it was time, time for him to move on and find Wayne. He is completely devastated by it, but he tries to keep a brave face for Ziggy since she just lost her oldest best friend.

He keeps his collar on the fireplace right next to Wayne's ashes and a photo of all of them at the park..

Once the boys hit freshman year their biggest fight starts…. Over another boy. Well more specifically Ozzy makes a friend and Halen gets mad that he never sees his twin anymore.

The fight led to physical blows, and soon enough Eddie had to move Ozzy into Waynes old room just to get them to chill out.

Ziggy graduates, barely (his poor sweet baby), and gets accepted into an art school so he has to say bye to yet another child. He had a gaping hole in his chest.

When everyone comes back for Christmas that year it's a time for shock. Eddie’s two biggest shocks? The hole in his son's face and the ring on his daughter's finger.

Ozzy looked different with his new piercing, a new punk grunge look that Eddie tried to support. He really did. But the piercing looked so infected and gross.

“Did you do that in the bathroom with one of your moms earrings?” He teases, trying not to laugh straight in sons face.

“Yes?” Ozzy answers which makes everyone laugh.

“Next time just let me take you to get it pierced.”

For the boys’ 16th birthday Eddie takes them to get a tattoo. They chose something silly, shocker. Eddie however added 5 bird silhouettes by his bats to symbolize the 5 most important people in his life.

The day Vinny and Motley get married he walks her down the aisle, kissing her head once they reach the end and handing her off to Vinny. They get married with a red piece of yarn, just like you and Eddie had.

They move into an apartment in Hawkins, and have a baby girl soon enough and Eddie is ecstatic to be a grandfather. He is at the hospital the day she is born, and once everyone is allowed into the room they rush to see the new baby while he rushes to see Motley. Kissing her head and wiping the hair out of her face as she cries happily. (I saw a tiktok where it said ‘everyone went to see my baby and my dad immediately went to see his baby and immediately thought of Eddie)

He gets to hold the baby girl first, which makes Steve complain loudly but Vinny decided that Motley pushed her out so she got to decide who in the family held her first.

For the boys’ highschool graduation Ziggy comes home and everyone takes a picture with them in their matching cap and gown.

Ziggy in her fleetwood mac outfit, smiling from ear to ear as she hugs Halen close. Halen had decided on a buzz cut that suited him well, with one ear pierced. He smiled, arms linked with Ozzy who was a spitting image of Eddie. Motley hugged Ozzy tight, and the picture had caught the moment she realized her baby brother had a snake bite piercing, everyone laughing as she cursed out at him.

Baby Stevie sat on Eddie's hip, smiling happily at her grandfather as he cooed at her. It had been a constant running joke on whether Stevie was named after Steve or if Motley had just been following the rock theme.

We all know the answer.

Ozzy went to New York after graduation while Halen ended up getting into a college in michigan.

The very first you and Eddie have in your empty house is spent on the kitchen floor, eating macaroni and cheese straight from the pot as you both cry softly.

It seemed like neither of you could decide whether you wanted to be upset or happy for your kids.

It became a habit with you two, to sit on the floor to eat side by side just as you always used to.

Stevie’s first Munson dinner happened the weekend of her first birthday.

Everyone had come home for it, including all her aunts and uncles, and had chosen to stay in the house just like old times. This time with the addition of Vinny, who seemed so excited to be there in general.

“Alright, you know the rules.” Eddie smiles at everyone, knees pressed to your own and Motleys. “I want to hear everything.”

Stevie giggles in the center of the circle, tearing apart the muffin she had been given before marching over to where her uncle Ozzy was sitting and plopping herself in his lap which makes everyone laugh.

Ziggy tells them about her classes at the art school, and all the paintings she had been selling. She talks about a new girlfriend and jokes about the time she got trapped in her bathroom for an entire day until her girlfriend came home from work. She talks about struggling with being so far away from the family all the time.

Halen talks about his classes, complaining very loudly about his grades before moving on to complain about his dorm mate that never stopped jacking off which makes Eddie laugh. He talks about wanting to drop out, and what he would do after. Eddie is quick to let him know they had his back no matter what, even if he wanted to sell all his stuff and go traveling around the world.

Ozzy goes on a rant about the girl that lives across the hall. He rants about how he hates her hair and her choice in music, and how his roommate is constantly checking her out. He says she is the most annoying person on the planet and Eddie risks a knowing look with you. Smiles on both your faces as he continues to rant. By the time he is done he looks around the group as everyone holds in their laughter. “What?”

“You’re just…. So oblivious.” Vinny mumbles which makes Ozzy flip him off.

“Says you!” Ozzy snaps. “You chased after my sister for years you whiny little-”

“Cuss in front of my granddaughter and I will end your life.” Eddie mumbles quickly which makes Ozzy roll his eyes while smiling.

Motley just tells stories about things that have happened with Stevie, which everyone loves.

Eddie catches them up on his therapy sessions, and you catch the kids up on your health. The family close together once more.

Eddie Munson was home, and he would have it no other way.

-And with that we say goodbye to the Munson family. I do have more Eddie works coming out. Let me know if you would like to be tagged and I truly hope you all liked the story. -

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Ma Neteyam pt. 15

Pairing: Aged up Omega Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist I Ma Neteyam Chapters I AO3

Warnings: swearings, violence, angst, trauma, oldest sibling syndrome, omegaverse, abo, power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, sexual content, etc.

Summary: It is time for Neteyam to face the music, or in this case, face Eywa.

A/N: This may have taken forever but I couldn't be more excited to finally post this! Thank you all for hanging in there. Let me know what you think<3

Neteyam idly ran his thumb over the curved carvings along the bow. It was pristine, beautifully mesmerizing with the hand carved designs running up and down the wood smoothly. He couldn’t have carved one better himself. His own bow back with the Omatikaya still had scratchings from his early teenage years where he hadn’t learned the art of wielding a knife carefully.

“I’m afraid I’ve been slightly negligent with courting gifts and this one took much longer than anticipated.” Kxolo admitted, watching Neteyam diligently as the boy observed the gift. “Hopefully it is up to your standards, my love.” Hints of a fond smile were laced with the slightest flinch of nerves.

“It’s beautiful.” Neteyam breathed.

It was everything and more that the omega could have hoped for in a courting gift. The type of gift that he had spent far too many nights dreaming about alone in his hammock to one day receive from a handsome alpha such as Kxolo. It was moments like these that he found it terrifyingly difficult to not pretend their situation was normal. To pretend that Kxolo was simply another alpha who had strolled in and stole his heart through charm and traditional courting.

And yet, that couldn’t be the case, because this bow symbolized more than love or desire to court. It showed that the Olo’eyktan was now officially trusting him with weapons. Were it a traditional courting such a trust would never need to be forged again.There never would have been a doubt in the first place that he would keep violence directed away from his lover.

Neteyam wished that this realization alone would have been enough to keep affection from spreading over his heart as he marveled at the tender care and effort that was put into the gift. It was disorienting and borderline painful that such conflicting emotions managed to cohabit his mind and heart.

“It’s a start.” Kxolo corrected. “You like it then?”

“I love it.”

“So then what is wrong?”

Neteyam could feel the radiating body heat coming from his mate as he shuffled to sit behind him, wrapping those muscular arms securely around his waist. Soothing pheromones came in gentle waves towards him, breathing in the musky scent that he knew only as Kxolo. It was no longer a thought that instigated his body’s reaction to his alpha’s face rubbing along his neck. Every reaction had become instinctual and impossibly difficult to go against.

That is if he wanted to.

Did he want to?

Silence hung as a heavy answer, enough to have Kxolo pressing further.

“Of course, I do not expect you to leave behind your Omatikaya bow. Perhaps I can send a good word over to your family and arrange for it to be brought over soon.”

The thought was almost laughable, especially with their reluctance to speak on the current trip Tamil was making over to the Omatikaya clan today. Neteyam didn’t need verbal confirmation to know that sending Tamil over specifically had been a strategic choice. And an even more strategic choice to keep Kxolo at home, far enough out of the range of his father's axe.

Neteyam could already feel the knot in his stomach tightening as he imagined the news being broken to his father. Neteyam had presented…and Kxolo had not stayed away. The only bright side Tamil could possibly present is still the lack of a mating bond. Even with Tamil’s calm countenance and measured words, it would not be enough to keep Jake from flying off the handle.

Would it be enough to have his father, Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, breaking peace in order to storm the village and rescue his son? Kxolo seemed convinced that it would not come to that, but the alpha always had a way of finding confidence in situations that Neteyam himself could not fathom.

“No need…this one will do more than fine.”

“I would be more than happy to take you out hunting, baby boy.” Kxolo paused, head swaying from side to side as he internally deliberated his next words. “Although I do recall your father once telling me that you often insist upon hunting alone at times, against his best wishes. Promise to be careful and I may be inclined to do so upon occasion.”

Neteyam was nodding before the words had fully left his mouth. Promises of safety and caution rained from his lips and luckily Kxolo took them in stride with a chuckle and sweet peppered kisses.

A viperwolf scattered along an overhead branch but Neteyam ignored it. A perfect hunting target and yet this newly crafted bow had only served as decoration thus far. He couldn’t even bring himself to load an arrow. Kxolo had left him alone to hunt at his leisure with an implied promise of bringing back a less solemn Neteyam. However, Neteyam knew where he needed to go-what he had to do.

Every step on the path towards Vitraya Ramunong [Tree of Souls] felt weighted, the thumping sound ringing in his ears. He walked as if he could crumble under the true pressure of this impending moment, this occasion that could change his life. Neteyam was not one to underestimate the influence of Eywa’s conclusions. Amid his time here, however, the idea that Eywa was simply used as an excuse for this kidnapping had rooted itself deep into his mind. Never had he questioned her decisions because it had been obvious she played no real part in his current circumstance.

That idea had increasingly become harder to hold onto and although a part of him didn’t want to know the truth, it was the right thing to do. His parents could only be held at bay for so long and Neteyam needed to know whether or not this mating would truly be worth going against them.

A mating that strong could only be one fated by Eywa.

And yet when the shimmering vines came into view Neteyam could only feel a strong urge to bolt in the opposite direction. Perhaps there would still be time to get some hunting in after all.

He pushed the temptation aside and reminded himself that this was his responsibility. Framing tasks like that always made them easier to beckon because that was a concept he fully understood, one he was used to following ever since he was a small boy.

The Tree of Souls was everything beautiful and more.

How had he managed to stay away for so long?

Neteyam carefully lowered himself to his knees amongst the glowing roots. His bow was placed to the side and the omega spent more time than necessary putting it in the right place and fidgeting with his clothing. He even took time to bat away every stray hair sticking out from his braids.

His throat constricted, feeling as if he had swallowed a yovo fruit whole as he reached behind to grasp his kuru. The braid was heavy in his hand as he brought it over his shoulder. The tendrils danced and waved in the breeze without care but even the thought of connecting it to a vine made his stomach flip.

There was no turning back from this.

No matter the outcome he would no longer be able to sit idly in this gray area.

Fight his parents or fight the man who had captured his heart?

The dam broke. The last shreds of resistance keeping his emotions at bay burst at the seams and Neteyam could no longer fight the rising sob. The world mixed into a blurry mess as large tears invaded his vision without reprieve. HIs lungs contracted and ached until the only sound in this oasis was his garbled sobs.

It was complicated. Complicated and messy.

There was simply no path that would be without heartbreak and trials. However there was more than struggle that awaited him, something deeper that raked his trepidation higher.

Guilt.

Guilty for not trying hard enough to get home.

Guilty for pushing away a fated mate.

Guilty for waiting so long to seek the truth.

Surely even Eywa herself would look down upon his actions because Neteyam was raised better than this. He was the son of Toruk Makto, a Sky Person turned Na’vi legend. He was the son of Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite who was only a young woman when she lost her sister and took her place in the clan only to then lose her father, home, and future role as Tsahik in one day. Neither had shirked away from the destiny Eywa had handed them. They had risen above their own expectations and became the people they were truly meant to be.

They took world shattering news in stride before jumping into action and now Neteyam couldn’t even get himself to communicate with the Great Mother.

This was not who he was supposed to be. Omega or not, Neteyam had always known he held the mantle among his siblings. What example was he setting for them?

The omega’s small hands covered his face in despair, foolishly hoping to hide his face from Eywa’s all-seeing eyes.

“Neteyam?”

His sobbing choked into a garbled mess in his throat as he desperately wiped at his tear streaked face. It took several swipes for him to recognize Tamil’s figure in the distance.

He was back already?

How long had he sat there crying like a child?

“I-I’m sorry. I was just about t-to get back. Lost track of time.” Neteyam tried to dart to his feet but Tamil stopped him with a calm hand.

“Mawey Neteyam. Stay.” Tamil’s voice purred forward with such tenderness and sincerity, Neteyam couldn’t help but relax back on his knees. Calming alpha pheromones radiated from him and although they smelt like stale dirt compared to Kxolo’s, the omega felt his muscles release tension.

It was only when a small gargle sounded that Neteyam finally noticed the squirming baby in Tamil’s arms. The small child flopped to and fro as the alpha slowly sat across from him. Her eyes were the size of moons as they glistened in the glowing lights, chubby hands already reaching towards any vine she saw.

Neteyam couldn’t pin down why if his life depended on it, but the sight of her made whatever resolve he had scrambled together break once more. The sobbing returned and no amount of self discipline could keep back is undignified crying.

Tamil placed a comforting hand on the omega’s shoulder as he cried.

The alpha didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t even urge the boy to calm his crying.

He simply waited.

Tamil’s daughter simply watched on with curious eyes. Once the crying had become old news, she started to reach for some of Neteyam’s loose braids. A pout quickly formed on her lips when her father pulled her back from tugging on them.

“Do you want to hold her?” Tamil asked softly.

Neteyam nodded frantically, unsure of why he craved to hold the small child so badly. Tamil handed her over with such gentle care, Neteyam felt as if he was carrying the rarest jewel as he placed her on his lap.

Although he tried to keep her neatly upright on his lap, she seemed to have other ideas. She could barely crawl but what she lacked in leg strength she made up for in her strategic scooting over his legs. Little huffs left her lips as she dug her nails in his legs and pulled herself forward. Those golden eyes never strayed from his swinging braids. She had a goal.

“What is her name?” He whispered, voice heavy.

“Vili.”

Finally her stubby fingers latched onto a braid and a delighted giggle escaped her as she tugged on it. Neteyam winced slightly but a surprised laugh replaced his sobs this time. Tears still rolled down his cheek but there was now something else to focus on. Her small body strained as she went for a specific blue bead in his hair.

“Apologies, hair is her current fixation. It is only by Eywa’s mercy that I am not already bald.” Tamil informed but there was anything but ire present in his tone. He laughed and tried to detach her vice-like grip from Neteyam’s braids.

“It is fine.” Neteyam barely managed to get out, other hands softly stroking her thin curls. The touch snagged her attention, doe eyes looking up at him suddenly. When he repeated the action, Vili leaned into the touch clumsily. She released the hold on his braids and suddenly she was slumping against his chest, snuggling close.

Another wave of emotion washed over him as he held the small baby close.

“You are troubled.”

“I…I was only…”

“It is fine, Neteyam. I would be concerned were you not.”

Surprise flickered through him, eyes snapping up to meet Tamil’s.

“I do not envy your position.” The alpha clarified, pulling Vili’s thumb from her mouth.

It felt silly to be surprised by the statement but there were days where it seemed everyone took the kidnapping situation in stride,seeing it as simply a small hurdle for the new couple. Kxolo always kept a strong face, reluctant to let on his own concerns about the tension with the Omatikaya clan.

“They are going to hate me.” Neteyam was startled to find what originated as a simple thought come out in whispered form, but since it was out, the words wouldn’t stop. “I was supposed to be finding a way to get out of here and yet all I have done is fail. No worse, I have gone against everything my parents have taught me and allowed myself to fall for the psycho that kidnapped me. I go to stop and back track….but then….I can’t. I’ve….I’ve betrayed my parents, my siblings, my clan! I’ve given over my own purity and now my parents will hate me. I am not the firstborn they deserve!”

Tears slipped down his cheeks so fast they began to drop on Vili’s head. Her nose scrunched in confusion before patting at her own head.

Sharp teeth sunk into his bottom lips as he tried to hold back more disgraceful sobs. Although he was on the verge of breaking into a million pieces, there was satisfaction in having the words said out loud. As if they were something he no longer had to hold on his own. They were shared.

Not daring to glance up at the alpha, Neteyam let the silence stretch between them.

“Vili had trouble breathing when she was first born.”

Neteyam quirked his eyes up finally.

“Those were longest two minutes of my life. When she did start breathing normally I would refuse to take my hand off her chest. I fell asleep to the rise and fall of her chest. I say with no exaggeration, it was the most terrifying day of my life.” Their eyes connected, a seriousness falling over them.

“And without a doubt the greatest day I shall ever know. I thank the Great Mother for her every night.”

The tension slipped and Neteyam found himself smiling down at Vili who wouldn’t stop kicking her legs at his arm.

“I do not expect you to understand, Neteyam.”

Neteyam brows furrowed.

“Only a parent can truly comprehend what it means to love someone unconditionally in the way we love our children. But hear my words when I tell you there is not a single thing that my daughter could do to make me love her a morsel less. That will never change.”

Neteyam gulped down the lump in his throat. Vili had found a new interest in the omega’s stomach, gummy mouth chomping down painlessly on his lower stomach.

“Your parents love you. If I didn’t know it before I surely know it after today.”

Neteyam perked up, hands already shaky in anticipation.

“What happened? Were they upset?”

“Naturally, but you need not over concern yourself. That is not my point.” Tamil, pursed his lips, lost in thought for a moment.

“Your parents love you and will continue to love you no matter what you do. You need not do anything to earn that love.”

The words turned over in his head on repeat.

“But will they forgive me?” He whispered after a long pause, barely more than a breath.

“That assumes you have done something wrong.”

“Haven’t I?”

“Only one being can answer that.” He responded, ever so gently removing Vili from his lap.

The Tree of Souls had never burned brighter, etching its presence into Neteyam’s consciousness until it could no longer be ignored. Biting his lower lip, the omega casted his eyes upwards as the sacred seeds cascaded down flawlessly.

“And if I don’t want to know?”

Already on his feet with Vili situated on his hip, Tamil paused and smiled warmly down at him.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

And with that, Tamil silently began to walk away. Before leaving however, he turned once more.

“Neteyam.�� He called, causing the omega’s attention to turn. “I see you.”

Emotion gripped at his heart as he quietly whispered the same back. Tamil smiled but left without delay.

Echoes of the forest surrounded him in a gentle ambience. Subconsciously, Neteyam thumbed at the designs along his new bow.

It was time.

Afraid his nerve would be fleeting, Neteyam hastily threw his kuru back over his shoulder and let the tendrils connect to the nearest vine.

He cleared his throat, expecting to follow his usual routine of addressing Eywa, but a light blinded him before there was a chance. The words were caught in his throat and the forest scenery melted away before his eyes. Panic went to a find a grip but then something new washed over him.

Peace flowed through him in ripples, the same pulsations of an active Tree of Souls. It thrummed through his veins in perfect time with his heart. Only blinding light could be seen but Neteyam was calm. More calm than he had been in years. A peace that he could only vaguely remember experiencing in early childhood.

Eywa’s love wrapped around him in the same way his own mother had held him close as a babe. There was no judgment, no retribution; just love. His worries took the back burner as he settled into the feeling, no longer letting his brain overwork itself to understand the situation. He accepted the light, accepted the peace, and opened himself up like a flower does to the sun.

Slowly his vision began to recover, revealing the familiar forest before him. However, this time Neteyam found himself no longer underneath the glow of glimmering vines. Slightly startled and confused, he took in his surroundings rapidly whipping his head back and forth. His gaze snagged on Kxolo’s form and although it was surprising to see him there, Neteyam couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Sempu! He broke my bow!” A small girl bursted through the trees holding a piece of thin wood. She darted to Kxolo without hesitation, flinging her small body at his calf to cling to.

Neteyam blinked, heart racketing in his rib cage as he witnessed the events.

He expected Kxolo to be surprised, perhaps point the small girl in the direction of her real father and comfort her along the way but there was not a flicker of hesitation in his features. Instead, Kxolo let out a long sigh and fought back what appeared to be an amused smile.

“Alright alright, mawey, sweet girl.” He easily positioned her on his hip and the small child instantly tucked her face into his neck and sobbed. She was not easily consoled, despite his efforts to pry an explanation out of her. “Come now, show it to me.”

Finally the girl reared back to look up at Kxolo. Neteyam he had never seen a more perfected pouty face in his whole life. Her eyes were filled with tears and small lips so expertly set the omega was sure this particular expression was a familiar one to her. Kxolo, however, visibly softened upon seeing her distress.

He examined the small strip of wood with the other hand before smiling.

“It is not broken, my love. Simply needs some mending.” His voice soothed over her but the result didn”t last long.

“I told you!” Another child bolted from the treeline, this one at least a foot taller than her. The boy pointed an accusing finger at her. “She is always tattling on me but I didn’t even do it because it not even broken and-”

“Mawey mawey.” Kxolo reassured but that stern steel laced his voice.

“But sempu, she is always trying to get me in trouble!”

“I am not!” The girl wailed, tears coming back at full force.

“You crybaby!”

Neteyam jumped in surprise because that was not a Na’vi term, in fact it wasn’t Na’vi at all. The young boy had switched to English and to further his shock the tiny girl appeared to understand him perfectly as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Stop it.” Kxolo accentuated each word with a pointed look.

Although it had a unique accent coating the sounds, there was no mistaking the truth. Kxolo was speaking English. Brows furrowing, Neteyam found it hard to compute the new information. It had become clear that this scene had to be in the future at some point but how? When?

“Now now no more of that.” Kxolo spoke again in Na’vi as he swiped away the girl’s tears.

“I want Mommy!” She cried out in English, already trying to find a way out of Kxolo’s arms. The boy on the other hand seemed to have already moved on with a simple eye roll before jetting past the Olo’eyktan. Kxolo caught him before he could slip away, hand gently holding him by the arm. The boy huffed and yanked back with all of his force but it was no match for his alpha father.

Neteyam felt guilty admitting it, but he was tempted to laugh at the scene before him. Both children trying to pull away and run off to get into trouble while Kxolo simply held them tight and patiently led them towards the lake’s edge.

“But then I hits em with a jet pack.”

Neteyam looked close to see which child had spoken but neither had stopped their whining for a second. Instead his ears twitched as he heard a different voice coming from the treeline, a strangely familiar one.

“That is not how a jet pack works, paskalin.”

It was a bizarre thing to hear his own voice out in the open air, different from the way it sounds in his head, however nothing could prepare him for seeing a clone of himself emerging from the trees. Exactly like him in every way but this time there were two children attached to his side, one in his arms while the other got a free ride by wrapping around his leg. Looking close he could see the difference in age slightly, along with a few new ornaments in his hair but there was no denying the resemblance.

It was him.

“Okays but mine specials.” The small boy cling to his leg urgently claimed.

“Of course, baby.” He heard himself respond, now switching over to Na’vi. In his arms was another small child but this one had to be barely old enough to talk, thumb in his mouth while that small tail tried to wrap around Neteyam’s arm.

“Daddy!” The tiny boy abandoned him to run over to Kxolo, thrusting a stick with a few feathers up towards him aggressively. “Look whats I mades.”

“Wow! That is fantastic.” The last word in English was barely discernible, the Olo’eyktan struggling more with this one in particular. Kxolo eyes shot to Neteyams and he saw himself shoot the alpha a small smile in approval.

“I knows.” The tiny boy agreed, already confident that this fact could be nothing but the simplest truth.

Kxolo didn’t have a free hand to commend the boy so his tail wrapped around him instead. A fit of giggle burst from the boy as the tuff of Kxolo’s tail tickled at his cheek. It appeared to be just the distraction needed as the Olo’eyktan was finally able to turn and face Neteyam with a grin.

“Yawntutsyip.” He greeted with a smirk but the small girl was already reaching for Neteyam.

“Mommy! My bow!” She whined, thrusting the piece out. Neteyam offered a few words of comfort before awkwardly taking the bow and managing to still keep a hold of the baby in his arms. It took less than a minute to slot the string back into place and hand it back. The tears stopped instantly.

“Time to bathe.” Kxolo purred but outrage broke loose. The older boy in his grip groaned and went to dart away causing him to set down his daughter so he could use both hands to bring him back. The girl took this opportunity to run over to Neteyam and cling to his leg, promises of never bathing again falling from her lips.

Meanwhile the smallest boy had already left behind his art and was sprinting straight towards the lake. Neteyam’s own heart lurched for a second in panic when those stubby legs hit the water’s edge but to his relief it appeared the boy was quite the swimmer. Future him seemed to know this too as he focused his efforts on swaying his daughter to get in.

Kxolo and their son were the last ones to get in. The Olo’eyktan had the older boy tucked under his arm, his legs dangling to the side as he pouted. Once his father had placed him in the water he went to make another break for it but Kxolo was already three steps ahead of him, shuffling back and forth to barricade the exit.

The smallest boy giggled as he watched his older brother and father interact.

“My turns! Catch me Daddy!” He shrieked before going to run away. The tiny boy ran straight into his older brother and bounced backwards into the water immediately. He surfaced with laughter and to Kxolo’s luck his older son had finally given up playing this back and forth game.

The Olo’eyktan chased his younger son through the rippling lake for several minutes until the tiny boy had to climb onto a rock for a rest.

It seemed that harmony had finally been struck as the kids giggled and chased each other through the lake. Kxolo took their smallest child and placed him into a makeshift leaf wrap by the lake, just enough water trickling in to allow the toddler to splash and play.

Even from a distance Neteyam could easily see the way Kxolo’s eyes scanned over his future self, hands quickly coming to follow the curve of the omega’s back.

Neteyam glared back at him playfully, tail swatting at his arm. The Olo’eyktan was neither swayed nor put out by the response. In fact, his smirks tipped upwards as he finally yanked his omega into his arms at last.

“And you question how we got so many children.” Neteyam said.

“I don’t recall you complaining last night, omega.” Kxolo whispered against his neck. Even watching the interaction Neteyam could feel his own body shiver with anticipation. His future self seemed to share the sentiment as he blushed. This time, however, that blush was not followed by shying away or trying to hide it but rather giving his mate a playful smile and reaching to connect their lips.

Kxolo cupped each side of his face tenderly, soaking in every swipe of their lips together like it was the last breath he would be allowed to take.

A glimmer of teeth shone through as neither was quite able to hide their smiles in the kiss. Even Neteyam’s tail lazily swayed back and forth in delight. There was not a hint of tension or stress present in his countenance. Neteyam’s hands hooked underneath the Olo’eyktan’s battle band for grip before rising up onto his toes. Kxolo’s responding laugh was more visual than audible.

“Ewww! Dad!” The oldest son groaned, nose scrunching up in disgust. Their daughter on the other hand began to giggle and sashay her way towards them, eyes wide and intent. When their son went to protest once more, Kxolo playfully splashed back at him and that was enough to start a full blown attack from the children.

Chubby little hands swatted at the water earnestly, hoping that their combined forces would be enough to take down their parents. When Kxolo’s head snapped in their direction they scattered, already anticipating his retribution. With a mighty roar he dramatically charged after them, gathering them up in his arms easily as they shrieked in delight.

The forest colors became saturated until light was blurring around him in every direction. That beam took him once more and Neteyam could no longer see the young family in the lake.

When Neteyam opened his eyes they struggled to make sense of the visual before him. Sparkling vines swung from overhead, bathing him in their glow. Limbs heavy and head pulsing, the omega finally realized he was now laying on his back underneath the Tree of Souls once more.

To say it was disorienting to come back to reality would be an understatement. His mind felt like it was suspended between two different times, the present and future. The real shock, however, was the deep aching in his bones as he realized this future had not occurred. At least not yet.

But that path would only form if he decided to accept a mating with Kxolo. Everything in that vision was nothing but an idea, one given by Eywa, but still just a speck of what could be.

However, there was one fact that still remained in the present.

One that was true and had been true for a while now.

He loved Kxolo.

He was in love with Kxolo.

No other person ran through his mind on cycle. No other person made him feel so safe and cherished. No other person had ever captivated his mind body and soul in the same way Kxolo had. Intentional or not, Neteyam had fallen past the point of no return.

He thought of his future self, the way he had radiated a happiness that Neteyam had never fully recognized in himself. A complete metamorphosis. Neteyam couldn’t deny that his future had never looked brighter than in that snippet of time.

Hope was a flame burning ever brighter.

For so long he had felt guilty for going against his father’s disapproval of Kxolo. He had wanted so desperately to become like his parents, who fought for their future. But now he could see that they too had to go against the expectations of the clan, mother’s parents, and the RDA all so they could pursue a future that others could not yet comprehend.

To honor his parents legacy he could only be true to himself.

Now it was his turn to fight for the future he saw.

“I really should be at communal dinner with Neteyam.” Vamai protested, fingers lazily shifting the cut berries back and forth.

“You are eating here.” Her father quietly reminded her. Her parents had insisted on an intimate family dinner for the night but were the tension to grow any higher Vamai was sure it would cut off her air flow until she suffocated.

“But Neteyam has been acting strange for a couple days so I really should be there to make sure he is alright.” She explained. “Olo’eyktan would want the same.” It never hurt to throw Kxolo’s name in for good measure.

Her father sighed before putting aside his half eaten fish.

“If Olo’eyktan is upset about your absence I will apologize myself.” He countered and her mother laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. Vamai didn’t mean to be harsh towards her gentle mother but she couldn’t help but shrug the touch off. She was in no mood to be touched.

Reluctantly accepting her fate, Vamai strapped herself in for the rest of a silent awkward meal. She wasn’t sure what her parents thought this would accomplish. It was not going to fix what had been done.

“Epok says you are still not speaking to him.” Vamai’s father spoke in a smooth tone, even wafting calming pheromones her way. It was almost laughable the way they viewed her as a skittish prey ready to pounce away at any moment.

“Well I am not related to him so therefore I am under no obligation to talk to him.”

Her father’s composure cracked, brows knitted.

“I take it you are still mad then.” Came his reply.

“Oh am I? I didn’t think that option was still available to me.”

“Vamai,” Her mother tried to scold but it was more of a sigh to herself, a desperate plea to try and play nice.

It seemed too that her father was struggling to approach the situation without things escalating. His tail stood on point and those ears were already perky and alert for any shift.

“Settle, Vamai.” He warned but that spark of electricity was already vibrating through her. Sometimes that energy in her system flowed like a river, giving her the strength to push through physical bounds and explore to her content but other times it reacted like a live wire. It buzzed and hummed through her until she knew all those pent up emotions were going to fly out as lightning.

Trying to keep it trapped in a box would only sour her mood in a different direction. Either it was going to come out in rage or it would flow as endless tears. She didn’t want to accept either. Doing so would push her parents to worry for her more. It was that same worry which had put them here in the first place.

“Epok is a nice man, Vee.” Her father gently urged. “I was only trying to look out for your best interest.”

Lightning had always been her favorite.

“So you hatch up schemes to mate us together? Going to him behind my back like that, convincing him to secure my hand? How is that in my best interest?” She shoved the leaf of berries off of her lap.

“You have been stubborn. So unmovable from the beginning that you often get in your own way, sweetheart.” Her mother jumped in, her smooth voice such a harsh contrast to Vamai’s own distressed one.

“That’s right. I’ve come to accept that you most likely will not want to mate with an alpha, your need to push at authority is something that I don’t anticipate going away, but that is why Epok was the perfect choice.” Vamai’s father added.

Vamai’s jaw set so hard she could feel the aches settling into her back teeth. She fought the urge to grind them together.

“He is strong, responsible, reliable, capable, and already shares a friendship with you. Not to mention holds a respectable status among the clan.”

“I didn’t ask for his courting profile.” Her cheeks began to flush a deep purple, the blood rushing to her head at abounding speeds. Eyes flickering to the door, possible escape had never looked more tempting. “Why would you try to make that decision for me?”

It was evident that her father too was quickly losing his patience. Heavy breaths flared from his nostrils every time he prepared himself to speak. The civil temper in the hut was hanging by a thread and one that she was sure either herself or her father was going to snap.

“I mean what did you think? Let us fuck enough times and I would fall in love with him?”

It was her.

She snapped it.

And her father’s rage had boiled over. Once again her mouth had run away from her and had therefore put herself in the line of fire.

“Vamai Te Zehu Sehu’ite, you will watch your mouth!” He towered over them standing at full height.

It was only instinctive but Vamai still hated the way her ears pulled back and tears gathered in her eyes. Her omega was a whimpering mess and on the verge of surrendering to this fight. It didn’t matter though, she had dealt with worse.

Although her father’s hands were balled into fists and scent wafting with anger, it seemed he too could sense her shift in emotions through that betraying essence.

His voice softened, “I am less than pleased about the…manner of your relationship but once again Vamai it had only come to that because it was the only way you allowed Epok close to you. Every other suitor who has tried for your hand has been shoved away and rebuked by you. You must know that does not do well for a male’s willingness-”

“Poor babies.” She muttered, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the door to their hut.

“What your father is trying to say is that we are worried about you. Finding a mate is a joyous endeavor, but also a very important decision. It can be…painful at times to go without one, especially as an omega.”

Vamai knew her mother was trying to speak from a place of experience but it was difficult to ever relate her own character to that of her mother. Her mother was gentle, soft spoken, kind and caring. Somedays Vamai felt as if she could not be further from the descent of her parents.

“You act as if I will never get mated. It’s not as if I have sworn off the entire concept. Just because I don’t have feelings for a few village alphas? So what? You just said so yourself that the choice is important.”

Her parents shared a look, one that made the electricity crackle in her veins.

“My child,” Her father crouched down and reached to cup her cheek. Those calming pheromones prowling once more but Vamai scowled back at him. “Your path thus far has been a rocky one. One that I would have never wished upon my only daughter.”

She reeled away from his touch.

“That’s what this is about? You know I will get mated but you don’t trust my taste.”

Her father’s gaze snagged her own and it took every fiber in her to hold the look.

“I made one mistake! One. Is that what you want me to admit? Tenatu was a mistake! I was young and foolish and let my emotions get the best of me. I know that, believe me, I will never forget it!”

“Vee” Her mother's soft voice cooed but Vamia was already pulling away from her gentle touch.Too scrambled and on the edge of a breakdown to think, she grabbed her small pouch and shoved the weird neck comm into it before her parents could see what it was.

“Vamai, do not be hasty.” Her father warned, but she was already parting the hut flaps.

Anxious for a quick retreat, she was not prepared to bump into a hard chest. Vamai stumbled backwards as two hands went out to steady her.

“Oh, Vamai. Are you alright?” Epok asked, trying to help the small omega get her footing.

She scoffed, ripping her arms from his grasp and turning back to her father.

“What a wonderful dinner you had planned, sempu.” She gritted out, face already turning a darker shade with rage.

She didn’t allow either male to speak, didn’t give them the time to persuade, justify, or defend their actions. It was clear that tonight she was in fact the fool.

So Vamai did what she knew how to do best.

She ran.

“I’m not in the mood, today.” Lo’ak grunted out, storming away from Amnu.

His father had been raging since that morning per the news. Lo’ak was surprised both of his parents didn’t jump the messenger Kxolo sent, no matter how soft spoken or gentle he was about delivering it. Regardless, that anger had shown through in training. Jake had run the warriors down to the bone, merciless with his corrections of every single infraction. Each screw up had come with a consequence, reminiscent of Jake’s military days and something Lo’ak was all too familiar with experiencing.

At the end of the day, he was exhausted, infuriated, and craving nothing more than to speak with his feisty omega. As tough as Vamai thought she was, her insults could do nothing more than brighten his day.

“It is true then.” Amnu said, ignoring his warnings.

Lo’ak grinded to a halt. With a bone chilling stiffness, he turned to face the other alpha male.

“What. Is.” He hissed, teeth already preparing to tear the male limb from limb. It had been too long of Amnu’s pursuing and nagging.

“What they say of your brother. He is mated with that psychotic Olo’eyktan.”

Their game of chase quickly flipped on its head, Lo’ak’s long legs carrying him towards the male in stomping fashion.

“It is not.” His five fingers splayed over the male’s chest, pushing him backwards until he stumbled slightly. “Watch your mouth.”

Amnu held his arms up in surrender, lips turned downwards.

“Fine. I do not protest. In fact that is good news, especially considering our deal.”

Lo’ak could already feel his sore muscles bunching up. This was not the conversation he needed today.

“What the hell are you on about, Amnu?”

“I’m talking about when I covered for your ass a few weeks ago. I was under the impression you would bring home a certain pretty omega. And yet, no Neteyam.”

“First of all, I never promised you anything. You were the one that wanted to help get Neteyam back. Secondly, your help was nonexistent considering I still got turned over within a few hours.” Lo’ak’s hands balled into fists tight enough to mark half moons into his palms. He was in no mood to be tested, even less so engage with some horny entitled alpha.

“You know that I would treat him better than that brain dead Olo’eyktan. You and I want the same thing.”

Lo’ak swore he heard his teeth crack from the pressure of his clamped jaw. Amnu’s confidence, however, appeared to know no bounds as he calmly pushed forward.

“Even if he has been,” Amnu paused, lips pursed while looking for the right term. “Sullied, you could say.”

The first swing was instinctual. Lo’ak neither needed to think nor decide to give him a right hook. The second, however, was more precise, more intentional. Both made his knuckles ache, but it was more than a worthy cause.

“You keep my brother’s name out of your filthy mouth!”

Amnu stumbled and poked at his now bleeding lip but his features too soon morphed in a display of fury.

“You seem to forget that before this whole mess I was courting your brother for months.”

“Oh really? Is that what those pathetic gifts were? Truly, I thought they were some garbage toys for Tuk.” Lo’ak sneered, ears pointed and alert for the receiving attack.

And it came.

The other alpha rammed into him, bringing them both to the ground in a tangle of snapping jaws and swinging hits. Admittedly, Amnu got his fair share of hits in, but Lo’ak’s restraint was quickly circling down the drain. It was true that Amnu had been relentlessly pursuing Neteyam but his desire was no match for the swirling emotions that had been spiraling in Lo’ak for months now.

So he channeled it.

Every jab, tug, and punch was fueled by that turmoil.

Every day that had been spent trying to keep that fire inside, trying to fill in as a good older brother was compacted into his anger. Amnu made some scratches, even managed to pounded in some deep bruises but Lo’ak was less than deterred.

He rolled them over, straddling the male and pushing him into the dirt violently. Amnu growled and squirmed but Lo’ak knew how to position his body so that escape was not his to be had. He pinned Amnu’s neck down with his leg, the pressure not enough to cut off the airway but still able to cause great strain.

“You think that beating me up is going to bring him back?” Amnu’s hoarse voice egged him on. Another hit to the jaw. “It’s not my fault you failed.”

And that’s when Lo’ak let the floodgates open.

Lip bleeding with scattered bruises along his stomach and face, Lo’ak stomped back to his hut. The fight had dialed his adrenaline to eleven and yet it still left him unsatisfied. In the end he had been triumphant but what did it really matter? Amnu was the least of his problems. His mother and father were sure to be fighting once more as they struggled to keep their emotions in check and find a solution. His older brother was swaddled in the arms of some asshole and his own love life was keeping him up at night until his training was suffering.

Settling into his hammock, Lo’ak had never been more grateful to have a place to call his own. It gave him the solace and time to think that he required on days like today.

“Lo’ak.”

He shot upright, eyes scanning the ground for the earpiece faintly making the sound. He tried not to dwell on how fast he scrambled to respond. It had been a hard day. He deserved to hear her voice.

“Little snitch, well well well. You do know how to start a comm link after all.” He struggled to keep the words light. Vamai had a knack for creating this playful conversation between them, however he was sure she would not describe their interactions in the same light.

“Yeah….guess so.” She responded and Lo’ak blinked.

“What are you up to?” He hesitantly veered forward, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Nothing really.”

Lo’ak brows furrowed as he winced and pressed on his bleeding lip.

“Nothing, huh? It’s kind of hard to do no-”

“Why are you talking strange?”She interrupted.

“Strange?” He mumbled while pressing the cloth against his cut.

“Yes, you sound different.”

He paused for a moment.

“Oh that. I have a cut on my lip, just a minor-”

“How?”

It wasn’t rare for Vamai to be so blunt, but Lo’ak couldn’t help but notice her sudden attention.

“I got into a fight. Nothing major, just the usual banged up cuts and bruises.” He shrugged, laying back down on his hammock. Talking to Vamai was meant to be his escape from the events of the day. The last thing he wanted was to get into the details.

“And you have seen tsahik.”

Lo’ak grimaced at the idea of facing his grandmother at a time like this. The last thing his family needed was to worry about the injuries his heated temper had bestowed upon him.

“Well, I don’t think now is a good time for that. My family is a little…disarrayed.”

The silence hung heavy for a moment and Lo’ak found the questions at the tip of his tongue begging to let loose. He didn’t want to think about Neteyam or the Olo’eyktan or any of his problems, but there was always a temptation to beseech Vamai. Surely she would know if the rumors were true.

“I can patch you up.”

His thoughts reared to a stop.

“What? What do you mean?” He sprung back up in his hammock, muscles aching from the sudden strain.

“Patch you up. Heal your injuries.”

His fingers ran over the neck comm, making sure there were no missing parts that could be distorting the signal.

“Yes I….you could.” He swallowed. “Are you offering?”

“I suppose so.” Came her reply and Lo’ak just about nearly fell on his face as he scrambled to unwind the hammock around his legs. What had gotten into her? Most nights he was lucky to get a ten minute conversation with her and now she wanted to see him? But not only that. Heal him, take care of him.

Although a primal part of him purred at the idea of his omega warming up to him, his suspicion couldn’t be ignored.

“Meet me at the bottom of the waterfall.”

Lo’ak hastily agreed but there was no reply.

The waterfall, the same waterfall he had jumped down after her. The same waterfall that at the bottom of he had tasted her essence for the first time.

The same place she had forbidden them of speaking about for weeks.

On the ride over Lo’ak struggled to suppress his urgency. He told himself over and over that it was sure to be a joke. Vamai had been…compliant with their comm conversations but any speak of meeting up again had ended with radio silence. He told himself that she was simply playing a prank on him and that the day would once again end with another disappointment.

It didn’t stop the flutter in his stomach, however.

A flutter that had burst into an avalanche when he landed to find her petite form sitting against a tree, arranging bowls of healing ointments.

It couldn’t have been more than two weeks since he had a waft of her perfume but a serge of primal emotion swept over him at the familiar scent regardless. It rolled forward memories of how that essence had complimented her taste perfectly, of how she had moaned out his name and squirmed against his gripping hands.

More than anything however, it brought forth the memory of her small form in his arms. The way she had slept so softly against him.

Now, however, that fleeting tinge of peace that had been present in her pheromones was nowhere to be found. In fact, Vamai sat still. So perfectly still and stiff that it had sent chills down his spine. He tried to get a read on her scent but there was a messy sprawl to it, like a tangled web holding what lied beneath.

“You showed.” He forced on a smile as he rounded the tree.

Vamai stiffened and nervously shuffled the bowls into a random order.

“I said I would.”

The anxious demeanor immediately put him on guard. When he caught her hand that was reaching for another bowl he spoke softly. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t do that.” She shoved him off. Weirdly the aggressive action felt more like her usual self. He leaned into it, hoping to press some sort of reaction or answer that would make sense.

“Why not?”

For the first time upon arriving her eyes met his. They burned with a formidable rage but there was a shimmer of waterworks lined over them as well. Her lips quivered and immediately, Lo’ak’s tail jerked up on alert.

“Vama-”

“Can you please just hold still so I can do this?” Vamai snapped.

And although a part of him stirred at her disrespectful tone, even his alpha knew how to detect an omega in distress. He sat back on his knees quietly.

She didn’t meet his eyes while preparing the healing balm, letting her wavy hair create a curtain to hide. Vamai was stoic as she began rubbing ointment into a cut on his collarbone, but there were tell-tale signs that Lo’ak couldn’t help but focus on. Her small fingers trembled with every motion over his cut. Although it stung, Lo’ak didn’t so much as flinch.

Her golden orbs dared a glance at his beaten features.

“You got injured like this how again?” She whispered, eyes intensely trained on the already treated cut in front of her.

“A disagreement.”

“Skxawng.” She huffed, but there was a waiver in her voice. “With who?”

“Just some moronic alpha that has an obsession with Neteyam. Thought it was his place to make swift judgments.”

Her hand paused and from his vantage point Lo’ak could just barely make out her sharp teeth nipping into her bottom lip.

“And he looks worse than this, right?”

“Of course.”

Vamai nodded, shrinking back into her hair once more.

“Good.”

Her touch became softer, increasingly more gentle when running over the bruises and cuts. She avoided his face, however, tending to every other area first. It tied a knot in Lo’ak’s stomach to see her this way. Quiet. Withdrawn. Small.

Vamai was often like a ticking bomb. On some days he couldn’t help himself from chasing to set her off, to get her to reveal something of significance. Their connection was real, he knew it and there was no denying that she must have felt it too, but he could never figure out what the big hold up was.

However, he knew on certain days that it was crucial to handle her with care. If he had learned anything about bombs from his father it was that the smallest and seemingly most inconsequential moves were that same that had them blowing you to bits.

Breath held in his lungs, Lo’ak ever so lightly rested his palm against her lower back. At first it was soft enough to be mistaken as a brush of wind but when she didn’t pull away, he allowed his hand to flatten across the soft skin.

He couldn't see her face, couldn’t get an accurate read on her but her scent shifted dramatically. Then suddenly she was resting her forehead against his chest. His other hand dug into the dirt as he fought off every instinct to brush her hair away and see what was really happening.

His patience was not tested for long however.

The shaking began and then came the sobs.

Tears rained down on his chest as Vamai crumbled against him.

His body reacted before his brain could catch up. She didn’t fight him as he pulled her to sit on his lap and latched his muscular arms around her. Calming pheromones drifted from him without thought but nothing could mask her own essence projecting sadness, longing, and…fear.

His brows furrowed, terrified for a moment that he had become the source of this turmoil, but then she leaned closer until her face was burrowed in the crook of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as he once again experienced this long awaited contact.

Cheek laid against the top of her head, Lo’ak focused on keeping his breathing consistent and calm, something his omega could latch onto. It took considerable effort as his alpha was pulled between two different desires. To coddle and to protect. Surely this onslaught of emotions had to have an origin, one that his alpha was eager to exterminate.

How long had she been feeling this way?

Regardless, Lo’ak forced himself to remain calm and keep her bundled close against him.

He hated to see her so distressed and yet it had never felt better to have her in his arms, to finally express his adoration through a physical outlet.

Her wavy hair tickled at his nose as her sobs quietly rang through the air. One of her small hands found purchase along his battle band and Lo’ak’s heart fluttered in his chest. Daring to push the boundaries just a little further, Lo’ak carefully pushed a few curls away from her forehead.

Her face was still buried against his neck but he could see the tears streaks staining her gorgeously soft cheeks and lips. He took it as a good sign when she didn’t correct this action, but Vamai wouldn’t open her eyes either. He wondered what secrets hid within those golden eyes. What sorrows she held at bay.

When the tears had ceased neither Na’vi moved.

She fit so perfectly against his larger form, tucked away where he could protect her from these invisible dangers. Pride swelled in his chest when Vamai shifted to tuck closer and relaxed in his hold. Long fingers skated up and down her spine, fiddling with the feathered straps intricately woven there.

Incidentally his pinky brushed her curling tail.

To his utter shock and delight that thin appendage curled around his wrist.

He looked down but her eyes were still shut. Staring for a moment, he thought that perhaps she had drifted off but then golden eyes peaked up at him through slanted slits. Immediately they closed against and Vamai shuffled to hide against his shoulder.

He suppressed a chuckle, knowing she would bite back at him for finding the action cute.

Instead he allowed himself to breathe in the moment. Silence was not a common occurrence between them, something he was unfamiliar with in their dynamic but he found himself enjoying it. It gave him the opportunity to fill his lungs with her essence, allow it to imprint itself into his mind, because he was not foolish enough to believe this would last forever.

At some point Vamai would remember who was holding her and remember whatever reasons she had for keeping him at arm's length. Then he would be back to chasing her, back to wrestling the omega into facing her own feelings. It was a challenge Lo’ak was willing to face, but it came with lonely moments too.

It would be worth it though.

This he knew as he brushed another curl from her temple.

Kxolo believed he had a knack for patience and keeping a cool composure. That is, before he had met Neteyam and the omega had easily turned him inside out.

It wasn’t uncommon to hunt solo for a few hours. Two, maybe three hours was normal. But when hour four hit, Kxolo could no longer keep his nerves at bay. He raced through the forest, barreling through bushing and scaling overturned trees within his path.

Worst case scenarios tumbled and tangled in his mind, tormenting him endlessly as he ran.

Neteyam had been off that morning. His head had been far away from the present and Kxolo regretted ever letting the omega out to hunt alone in that state. The forests of Pandora were not for the faint of heart and definitely not for those distracted. He could only imagine what creature had found him as prey.

Kxolo’s hand was drawing up to unsheath his knife when suddenly a familiar figure came into view.

Instantly the Olo’eyktan sagged in relief.

“Neteyam.” He breathed. “There you are, baby boy.”

He sheathed the dagger once more and quickly went to embrace the omega. Neteyam fell into the hug easily but his tail flickered back and forth in anticipation. Kxolo’s own tailed pointed in alert.

Holding the boy back at arm’s length, Kxolo scanned his slim frame for injuries.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” He asked with brows knitted.

“I’m not.”

Kxolo beamed, nerves finally washed away.

“Come, I will help you bring back your kills.” Kxolo urged, taking him by the hand.

“Kxolo”

“I must admit you had me worried, little one.” The alpha chuckled, hand squeezing the smaller one in his grasp.

“Kxolo.”

“Yes love.” He hummed, focusing on following Neteyam’s footprints back to his hunting grounds.

“Kxolo.” Neteyam firmly yanked on the male’s hand, causing the alpha to immediately spin on his heel to face him. The Olo’eyktan’s ears perked up.

“Neteyam, what-”

“Mate with me.”

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What once was

TW: Angst/Comfort(?)

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“Now ye’re just shittin’ me, Kyle,” Johnny laughs at Kyle who cheekily grinned back at him, he squeezed the plastic weapon in his hand, a toy gun, before turning his body to face Johnny, his shoulders shaking up and down as he chuckles.

“I’ve won Johnny boy, deal with it,” Kyle had won a bet between him and Johnny. Kyle had bet that he could shoot down more ducks that Johnny could in the little booth and win you a fluff toy, Johnny obviously loss with the way he pouted and huffed while crossing his arms, the gun on the booth table while Kyle placed his gun down before picking one of the big, fluffy animals that you’d like.

Simon stood next to you with John on the other side, one of John’s hand on your back while Simon had one of his arms draped over your shoulder. It was a small day out for you and your boys, acting like normal civvies and not the cold hearted soldiers you were on the battlefield.

Simon reaches over and adjusts your mask, your stoic eyes watching the two Sergeants bickering, Johnny saying that Kyle had cheated and Kyle trying to defend himself. Your heart fluttered with your boys that surrounded you, enjoying the fair with them, even though they somewhat just kidnapped you to come with them.

Your eyes scanned the crowd as John asks Simon to go with him and get some snacks for the five of you, Simon leaving with John to a food stand, leaving you alone by yourself.

Eyes widening you saw a couple.

They weren’t an ordinary couple, you knew him, you knew her, you knew the youngling.

You felt the air in your lungs tighten from the sudden higher pitched laughter that your ears picked up, every of your senses seem to be heightened as you can hear the couple talk to one another. Your hands clenched into a fist by your sides, you felt stiff, frozen though your body contrasted by shaking. You felt yourself gulp harshly as you let out a shaky breath behind your mask while a few droplets of sweat formed on your forehead.

Johnny nudges Kyle’s side, who was staring at a cotton candy stand, Kyle turning to look at Johnny before seeing your stiffed figure. Eyes following the family that were a couple of stands down.

Kyle and Johnny looked towards the food stand where John and Simon was, Simon feeling the gaze of the two, looked towards them before landing his eyes on you, he nudged Price.

The four men looked at one another before slowly making their way towards you, the silence loomed over the group once they reached you, staring at the family you’re staring at.

“Love?”

A pitiful squeak left your throat as you slightly flinch, your stoic eyes stared at Simon’s, glossed with a thin layer of tears. Your head snaps back at the sound of a young girl.

“Ma? Papa? Are we going to—”

“Yes, we always do.”

“Can we bring the necklace?”

The mother and father looked at their daughter with a sweet, solemn smile as they agree. The three of them passing the group and into the small forest trail.

Johnny turned to look at you but you hid behind Simon, the four clueless as to what was happening. A hand places itself behind your back and moves you forward to John, you breath still hitched as you stare up at your Captain and the others. Questions being fired away at you as you stay silent.

“Do ye know them?”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“We can leave, lovie.”

“Sweetheart?”

You merely stare at the path that the family took before you see them leave, your heart felt like it was being stabbed before you left the group of men, ignoring that they called out your name. The men knowing how you were, wanting space when memories came back, however this felt different so they followed you.

Your feet crunched underneath you as you walked towards the path, the noise ringing in your ears, though something spiked in you as your feet started to quicken its pace as your lungs burn from how heavy you breathed. You knew where you were heading because you have been there, you knew where this path lead.

The others still hot on your trail but enough to give you distance. They were so confused at your sudden change of demeanour, sure you were always unexpressive, seclusive, stoic but this was out of the blue. They continued to follow you but losing you in the process, your agility and speed beating theirs and the fact you knew where you needed and wanted to go. You had disappeared half way on the trail.

They called your name only receiving no response, the afternoon slowly turning to night.

“Where are they?” Gaz mumbled, a frown on his pretty face.

The four sighed as they continue to search before Soap yelled.

“I found ‘em” the three run towards Soap, a small clearing where you stood at the edge of the cliff.

They moved slowly towards you, the slight tremble on your shoulders had them shocked, were you crying? Simon slowly placed his hand onto your shoulder, your shaking stop as you turn towards the four, red eyes, your mask wet with tears, the stoic in your eyes were unlocked with emotions flooding them in.

“What’s going on?”

You grab your mask and lowered it down, a soft whimper escapes your lips, finally letting vulnerability in.

“That family. That’s my husband.”

The four glanced at one another, an unfaithful husband? They were shocked and confused but as they go to speak, you continued.

“That’s my wife.”

More shock, what was going on?

“My child.”

Hiccuping you shrugged Simon’s hand over your shoulder as you turn to look at the ground in front of you, your eyes glancing down.

“My family… my handsome husband, my beautiful wife, my little Sephy…” you choked on your words, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. Your eyes never leaving the view in front of you.

The four men still shocked but the realisation kicked in. You, their emotionless, stoic, soldier, had a family. They gathered around you, to comfort you, to ask you why you couldn’t just go back and greet them. That was until they saw the grey, all to familiar stone of a grave, the writing of your name, your title, your date of death, and a small quote that you had said.

The grave sat beautifully where the sun hits on the cliff, the shadows danced against the grass while a flower wreath, made by your favourite flowers sat perfectly on top of a wooden cross. The sides of your graves littered with pennies, a small bouquet rested on top of your grave and small trinkets and family photos littered around it. The new additions to the grave was a small, hand-made, bracelet made with colourful beads, fake, plastic gems and lettered blocks of your initials - along with a necklace that had your engravings on personal fake dog tags.

Your hand reaches for the bracelet, putting it on with the other two that you had on you. One from your wife that was given on your anniversary, a day after you had ‘died’. One from your husband that was given when he had married you both, a month since you had ‘died’. Now from your little girl, a year after you had ‘died’.

Your death was a sacrifice that you had took to protect the both of them and little Sephy. One where the enemy had kidnapped you, demanding information and threatening their lives. Guns to their heads, you’d remember, their tear stained faces, the whimpers and pleas to be let go. The explosion and fire. The screams of your name echoed the room as you went in flames, watching from a distance as your old squad takes them away from the scene. You were KIA.

Simon hugs you behind, sympathising you in a way as you both lost your family one way or another. The tears already stopped when you wrap your arm around his head, running your hand through the blonde’s hair.

“Love you.”

Your heart warmed at those words, even though they knew of your emotions towards love they never pressured you to say it back, you sigh as you return to a stoic demeanour. You appreciated their love and you would never change it.

You bump your head forehead against Simon’s which he does the same before hauling you towards the group, doing the same with their heads. A show of affection that you normally do with them, their comforting words making you calm as they tell you they love you, they’ll always be there for you, giving you all their love.

Even though you had your boys, sometimes those curious thoughts lingered in your mind if you had went back after the fire. To what once was…

A/N: …Uh— yeah

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anangelwhodidntfall · 11 months

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Mermaid In The Water: Tonowari

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Request: I would like to request something you don't have to if you don't want to but can you do one where the reader is a Navi from Pandora and had a crush on Jake but Jake was already with Neytiri so the reader leaves to go to the reefs of Pandora before the Sully family goes there, and when the Sully family gets there the reader is with tonowari instead of Ronald being with tonowari. I know it's a lot to ask but I've been thinking about this for days

You really thought you had a chance with Jake Sully I mean how could you not he was always sweet, giving compliments and flowers, and touches, and with his attractiveness it wasn't hard for a crush to form. You always looked forward to seeing him every day, he was the highlight of your day until that evening at dinner when reality slapped you in the face. You had gotten dressed up to impress Jake, only to see him and Neytiri kissing and flirting at the dinner, you thought you were gonna be sick so you got up and left.

You cried your eyes on the way home and eventually fell asleep until you woke up due to the noise. You sat there thinking about what to do and since there was no you could stay here and be happy, so you packed up your things and loaded them on your ikran and left in the night without telling anyone. You traveled for many days and nights until you encountered a strong thunderstorm making it impossible to fly in and you remember something spooking your ikran causing your fall and that was the last thing you remember.

"Where I am?" You asked looking around not too sure where you were.

"You are in Awa'atlu. It's a village off the Eastern Sea, you were found washed up on the beach unconscious." A voice said making you turn and see someone that looked like an Olo'eyktan of the clan.

"My...Ikran? Is she okay?" You asked remembering the strong winds and the fall into the ocean.

"She is. I'm Tonowair, the Olo'eyktan." He said offering you a hand to shake.

"I'm y/n, formerly off the Omatikaya clan." You said to him.

"And that brings me to my next question what is someone from the Omatikaya clan doing all the way out here?" He asked you.

"I don't have any family left there anymore. I was looking for a new place to start fresh." You said as he frowned there was no way he was going to let you go back into the world alone.

"You are more than welcome to stay here but you would have to learn our ways if you decided to do so." He said.

"I would like that. Thank you so much Olo'eyktan." You said bowing your head.

"Please just call me Tonowari. We will get a Mauri set up and everything while the healers finish looking over you.

Now almost twenty you and Tonowari were happily mated and you had found your place in the Metkayina Clan as a teacher. Sure you missed your friends back in the forest but this was your home now and Jake Sully was a distant memory or so you thought.

You were out in the water playing with some of the village children when you heard the sound of a meeting horn meaning something important was happening on land. You passed them off to your assistant knowing your presence was needed on land with your mate.

"Ma, Tono, what is going on?" You asked walking up to him as he laced his hand with yours.

"Ma y/n, Jake Sully and his family have come here to seek shelter." He said making you look up at that name you hadn't heard in a long time.

Your eyes landed on a much older Jake and Neytiri and their children standing in the middle of the beach with the whole clan standing around them looking at them in curiosity.

"Y/n?" Neytiri asked shocked.

"Y/n is that really you? We thought you were dead. It's been almost..." Jake started to say making you squeeze your mate's hand which didn't go unnoticed by Jake.

"20 years, I know. You know you can't bring your war to our island, we won't allow it." You said as you watched Neytiri sigh.

"We aren't. I'm just trying to keep my family safe. Please y/n, we have nowhere else to go, you know you can trust us." He said as Tonowari turned and looked at you.

They were granted sanctuary and were shown to their mauri's while you went back to your own to process everything that just happened. You took a seat inside and heard the footsteps of your mate enter and shut the flap to your mauri so you guys could have some privacy, he took a seat next to you and reached for your hand.

"Ma y/n, how did Jake Sully know who you were?" Your mate asked once you were in the privacy of your home.

"He was the man I was in love with before I ended up here." You said quietly as Tonowari process your words.

"I thought he might have liked me back but he was already with her so I left because I knew I could never be around him without being sad or I don't know how to better explain it." You said wiping your cheeks.

"You knew you could never find love as long as you were around him. I get it ma y/n. I can send them away if it's too much for you." He offered.

"No don't do that. I no longer harbor any romantic feelings towards him, I was over him after our first date, I have someone so much better in my life and as my mate." You said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm glad that I found you too. You are the love of my life ma y/n." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

Jake had been anxious to talk to you since he saw and heard that you were alive and apart for years he had thought you were taken by the RDA or were dead. He had found you talking with a few members of your clan, he approached you nervously but you gave him a soft smile as you excused yourself from your group.

"Come walk with me? I know you have questions." You said to him.

"Y/N what happened to you? You just up and disappeared one date without a note or anything. For the last twenty years, I thought you were kidnapped or dead, but you were here this whole time?" He asked you.

"I know Jake and I'm sorry but I needed to do it for my own reasons. I could never stay there with the people with you specifically while being in love with you when you already had a mate, I need to go somewhere new and find my own happiness which I did." You said shocking Jake as he had no idea you were in love with him.

"You were in love with me?" He asked you.

"I was. I had a crush on you and thought you might have liked me back and no idea you were with Neytiri until I saw you guys that night at the dinner before I left. I was so heartbroken but I wasn't mad at you or anything, I should've known an attractive guy like you would already have a mate." You said to him.

"Y/N you are a beautiful girl but I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression that I liked you back and for not telling you about Neytiri sooner." He said.

"Jake it's alright really. Things worked out the way they were supposed to, you and your family will be safe here." You said squeezing his hands.

"Thank you for that y/n. I hope that maybe we can try to rebuild our relationship now." He asked you.

"I would like that Jake." You said as you heard your name being called by one of the children you taught as you excused yourself.

"How did it go with Jake today?" Tonowari asked as you guys got ready for the community dinner.

"It went well, we talked about everything and we agreed to start our friendship over." You said to him.

"That will be good for you guys, I know how much you missed your people but I am glad you ended up here." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"Me too. I love you ma Tonowari." You said smiling at him,

"I love you more ma y/n." He said.

Later on during the dinner, Jake watched how you and Tonowari talked and smiled constantly and he could practically feel the love radiating off of you two. Even though it had hurt that you left the way you did, he was glad that you had found your own happiness here.

#tonowari #tonowari x reader #tonowari x you #atwow tonowari #jake sully x reader #jake x neytiri

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narrycherries · 1 year

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 3 (dadrry)

You and Harry finally get answers about what’s going on with the baby..

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warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

Harry has been a nervous wreck ever since the baby had her fussing spell at the studio. He was so worried about her that it was making his stomach ache constantly. She continued to be so clingy and needy after they left that he had to sit in the backseat next to her, holding her little hand to keep her from crying. She only parted ways with him to be nursed. She seemed fine with that, and wasn’t trying to oppose you at all.

And now Harry’s trying to take breaths to calm himself down, the baby in his arms as he walked back into your bedroom. It was a little after four in the morning and she had began to cry. He gave her a bottle, figuring that was what the issue was, but he panicked when she continued to be whiny once the bottle was empty. That’s why he’s climbing in the bed with her now, laying her down on the mattress. You were still asleep, and he didn’t intend on waking you.

Neither of you were comfortable with her sleeping in the bed with you all night just yet, she was still too little. But Harry was planning to stay awake and literally watch her go back to sleep. He felt that keeping an eye on her was more important than sleeping. He had to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain or looked uncomfortable in any way. He wished she could just tell him what’s going on.

He laid awake the rest of the night and into the morning. He distracted himself with a mindless game on his phone in hopes of staying awake. It worked, because when you groaned and opened your eyes at nine o’clock, you were met with the sight of the baby sitting against his chest, her fingers curiously hitting his phone screen. You stretched your limbs before turning onto your side to face them, your hand touching the side of her leg.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You said with a smile as she looked up at you, dropping the phone and leaning forward to crawl to you. It was a very short distance, but it made your heart melt. “Did you wake Dada up?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She woke up at three thirty.. went back down at 4.. but I’ve been up since then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Babe, why? Do you feel okay?”

“M’so anxious.. she wouldn’t let me put her in the crib earlier.. wouldn’t let me leave her at all.”

You sighed gently while she grabbed onto the thin strap of your shirt, her pretty eyes on yours.

“Sweet girl, what’s gotten into you, hm?” You ask with a slightly frown. “Dada’s not gonna disappear, baby.”

“Ma ma ma.” She reached for your lip, and you didn’t stop her from grabbing it.

“Baby girl, don’t hurt Mama’s mouth, yeah? Dada’s gotta trim your nails.” Harry pulled her hand down, which got her attention.

She babbled to him, then decided to turn back towards him. He closed his eyes for a moment to compose his nerves. The baby gladly got comfortable against him, her back leaned on his abdomen and her hands messing with his fingers.

“I feel like m’not doing something right.”

You gulped softly, scooting over to be closer to them. “She’s just being a bit clingy, darling. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What if something is, though?”

Even though it was not the easiest thing to deal with, you completely understood Harry’s worry. Your baby was acting different than normal, and that alone is very concerning . Despite not noticing any obvious medical signs, you proposed an option.

“We can take her to the doctor today and get her checked out if you want to, but, baby, I think she’s just anxious to be away from you.”

His lips dropped as the baby turned her head to look at him, a smile on her precious face. He licked his lips and gently touched the side of her head, her soft hair that curled very subtly on the edges made his skin tickle.

“Princess, m’so scared for you, doll.” He grabbed her to bring her closer to his face. He fell onto his back, sitting her on his stomach after kissing her cheek. “Is your tummy hurting? Hm?”

You watched with a sinking heart as he gently rubbed his thumb over her belly while his hands held her in place.

“Dada wishes you could tell us, baby girl.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” You grabbed his hand, giving it a hard squeeze. “She isn’t bloated or having any bad reactions.”

He shook his head. “Please.. can we take her to the ER?”

“I guess so. Did she have a bottle when she woke up?“ you asked while sitting up, the covers falling to your lap.

“Yeah a bottle and some Cheerios.”

He copied your actions and got off the bed with the baby in his arms, a protective hand against her back as he followed you to the bathroom. The baby started to whine as you disappeared. Harry caught up with you, a worried frown on his face.

“Now she’s doing it with you.”

You took a deep breath while sitting down on the toilet. Harry leaned against the doorframe, the baby reaching out for you.

“Give Mama a few seconds, baby. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Can you get her dressed?”

“What if she freaks out when you’re out of her sight?”

You finished your business and got up to wash your hands. Harry moved closer to you as you rubbed your hands together under the water. The baby was grunting, her small hand on your shoulder as Harry watched your reflection.

“Hey, sugar plum.” You turned to face her, but didn’t take her from him. “Stay with Dada, okay? You gotta get dressed.”

“Darling, please don’t leave her.” Harry whined, sounding just as anxious as the baby.

“Harry, just put her clothes on, please.”

He didn’t want to argue with you, so when you walked past them to get your own clothes out and handle a few other things, Harry pressed a kiss to the baby’s cheek and headed towards her nursery.

His mind was scattered around - worrying thoughts and feared possibilities were fighting for his attention. What if something was wrong with her that they couldn’t see on the outside? Was it some sort of internal problem? The thought of his daughter experiencing pain that he couldn’t see or notice was frightening. He never wanted her to feel bad at all, let alone be unable to tell him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed a onesie and began dressing her after checking her diaper.

“M’so sorry you’re feeling bad, my girl. I hate this so much.” He told her as he pulled the fabric over her head and gently brought her arms through the holes. “God, I hope it’s just you being a bit clingy, baby, and nothing bad.”

Her eyes were locked on his face as he talked. For now, she was content.

There was a trace of guilt in Harry’s gut as you sat in the emergency room waiting area. He thought about the chance he’d be taking a spot from someone who actually needed it. But then again, what if his baby did need it? He couldn’t stop thinking about what could be wrong. He was holding the baby in his lap while your arm was around his neck, trying to keep him relaxed.

“Hope we brought enough Cheerios.” You said with a small laugh as the baby dug her hand into the container to grab a few pieces.

“I packed an extra bag.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to her face as she ate.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked while bringing your hand to his chest, giving him slow circular rubs. “Your heart is racing.”

“Just nervous, baby.” He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting as the baby turned her head to look at him, that specific name always got her attention. “Hope nothings wrong.”

“Everything will be okay.” You reminded him with a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve jsut got to stay grounded, yeah? If something is wrong.. we have to be brave.. can’t freak out, okay?”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

“You picked out a cute outfit, Dada.” You said in a cheerful voice, the baby looking at him with a grin. She was wearing a yellow onesie with a white ruffled skirt. “Pretty girl.”

“Honey, M’scared.” Harry mumbled to you.

“Don’t be, Harry. It’s okay.” It hurt you to hear him say that so fearfully, but there was nothing more you could do aside from waiting for the doctor to check her out. “She seems like a happy little bug right now, hm?”

He chuckled as the baby shoved Cheerios in to her mouth, drool slipping down her face as she tried to eat her hand. “Making a mess, sugar plum.” He said to her as she stuck her wet hand back into the container, Cheerios sticking to her hand. “Still cute as a button, though, yeah?”

The door suddenly opened across the room, making Harry perk up. He secured the baby on his lap, waiting for her name to be called. You sat your hand on his thigh, hoping to give him some comfort in this very stressful situation.

“Mathews.” The lady called out, making Harry huff and fall against the back of the chair.

“Fuck.”

“Shh, don’t say that.” You nudged his side, even though he mumbled the word you didn’t like for people, including you two, to swear around the baby.

“Sorry, m’just.. I know she looks fine but.. that doesn’t mean she’s not important.”

You were not surprised anymore at his behavior. You shook your head and gently rolled your eyes, deciding to gather up the baby’s things in case you are called next.

“You’ve got to get your nerves together, babe. Relax.”

“I can’t.” He muttered back, feeling like you were going to mock him if he kept on. “There something’s wrong with our baby.”

You squeezed his knee. “And they’ll take care of her.”

He huffed again. “I know, darling.”

“Ma ma ma.” The baby started to get fussy, which only made Harry worry even more. She reached for you, l most knocking the Cheerios to the ground but Harry grabbed them. “Ma ma!” She was getting louder.

“Come here, baby girl.” You said calmly, for Harry’s sake mostly, and took her from his lap.

She was whining, but not crying so you were thankful for that. Harry watched her closely as she laid her head on your shoulder, her eyes looking at him curiously. He gave her a smile and softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Dada’s so sorry, my love. I just want you to be better.”

You weren’t sure why she suddenly wanted you, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She was your child, of course she’d need you every now and then. Harry, of course, was letting this go straight to his worried mind.

“She’s okay, Daddy.. probably just a little sleepy.”

“Probably..” He sighed out, wishing he could just fix everything right now. “That’s not.. an answer.”

In order to prevent any more drama or chaos with him, you chose not to reply. He knew you were there for him, emotionally and physically. Everything was going to be okay. Deep down, he knew that, and you knew that. It was hard to keep a clear mind, and fighting or going back and forth about it isn’t going to help.

Five minutes of silence passed by. The baby was cuddled up against you, her eyes struggling to stay open. Harry was letting her hold onto his index finger, giving her up a little shake every couple moments to keep her alert. He didn’t want her to fall asleep just yet. Finally, after what felt like a century for Harry, the doors opened and a lady in pink scrubs leaned against the frame.

“Styles.”

Harry jumped up, grabbing the baby’s bag from the floor. You sighed to yourself as you stood, too, keeping the baby against your shoulder as you started to walk. Harry kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door. He was so antsy and nervous, fear had taken over his body completely.

“Hi, there, sweetheart.” The nurse said as the baby leaned up, her eyes curiously looking at the woman. “We’re going to get you feeling all better.”

Harry gulped at that, what if they couldn’t? The nurse gestured for you to step into a room after a few moments of walking. Harry was the last to enter, allowing the nurse to go ahead of him. He was extremely afraid of what was going to happen. You were about to sit down in one of the chairs when the woman spoke.

“Do you minding sitting on the chair here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said with a smile as you used the metal step on the side to help you up.

“S’okay, baby girl.” Harry rushed to your side, the baby was whining a little.

“She’s okay, Harry.” You mumbled back as you got situated, opting to sit her on your lap.

The nurse gave you a smile, even she noticed Harry was being a bit dramatic. “Now, we just got another ER doctor in.. so things should be moving quicker. I’ll do some vitals on her real quick, make sure there’s nothing too extreme we need to worry about.”

“Okay, she’s normally content with these things.” You said as the lady grabbed a small sleeve to check the baby’s blood pressure. “So, i apologize if she gets fussy.”

She shook her head at you. “No worries, honey. If she does get a bit fussy that might help us out.”

Harry was sitting in one of the normal chairs now, his hands clamped together as he stared at the baby, watching her every little move. He felt like he was about to throw up.

The nurse didn’t take very long doing the vital checks. The moment she mentioned the possibility of having to do urine and blood tests, to get a better idea of what was going on internally, Harry started to panic and cry. There was nothing you could do about that, though. He was trying so hard to get his mind together, but the thought of his baby being so sick that she needed blood drawn was heart wrenching to him. It was just a suggestion that could be made, there was no set in stone decision yet. He was unable to realize that.

Once the nurse was gone, you were able to move to the chair next to him, the baby in your lap as one arm was around his shoulders. He was slumped against you, one hand covering his face and the other pressing against the baby’s stomach, making sure she was secured. He just cried for a few minutes, everything was crashing down at once and it was overwhelming.

Eventually, the doctor came to the room and took a look at the baby. He listened to your explanation of what was going on, and decided it would be best to try a few experiments.

“Alright.. so, I’m leaning towards nothing being wrong internally.” He said as he gently pushed against the baby’s stomach. She gave him a weird look and furrowed her brows, which made you smile. She had the cutest reactions. “She’s reacting to me how she should.. either she shouldn’t care or she’s like hey, who’s this guy touching me?”

You laughed quietly at his words, watching closely as the baby began to lose interest in the doctor. He pushed harder, and she was just looking around, not reacting in any bad ways. He nodded to himself and moved to her side, still pressing down to try to detect any internal pain. Nothing was happening that was out of the ordinary.

“Now, we can’t just feel the head or the brain to check. So, if you want us to do a scan on her head, we can definitely do that. But.. I think it’s just going to be some normal anxiety issues.”

You glanced over at Harry as he said that - it was the same thing you had told him several times already.

“That’s what I was assuming.” You sighed gently.

“Based on what’ve you said about how she reacts when you leave or.. her struggle to stay asleep.. I think that’s going to be our answer.”

“I want a scan done, please.” Harry said suddenly, making everyone look over at him.

The doctor rotated his stool slightly to get a better angle. “If that’s a desire you two have, we will have no issue going through with that.” The doctor said. “But first I’d like to do a few things.”

The doctor rolled the stool back, creating some distance from you. He wrote a few things down on his clipboard before sitting it aside and looking back at you.

“Alright, how about we do this. Mom, give her over to Dad and step out of the room for me. We’ll keep the door open for now. Just stand facing away from us.”

You swallowed, but nodded. There was nothing you weren’t willing to do for your baby. You got off the chair and passed her to Harry, kissing her temple softly before letting her go. You didn’t say anything to her, just walked to the door and opened it. You weren’t aware, but the baby turned her head towards you and frowned, her hand reaching out for you. It made Harry’s heart hurt - this was like torture for the baby. You were standing where half of your body was visible.

“Alright, Mom.. now go a little down the hall and I’ll shut the door.” The doctor said as he stood up and grabbed the handle.

You disappeared from the doorway and the door shut. The baby began to whine, hitting her hand against Harry’s shoulder. She was glancing around the room, trying to find you. It was making Harry’s stomach ache as he watched her - confused and unsure. He looked at the doctor, who was just watching the baby closely.

“Alright.” He stood up and opened the door, gesturing for you to come back.

The moment you did, the baby’s eyes lit up and she grinned, reaching for you. You weren’t sure if you could take her just yet, so you gave her a smile and sat down by Harry.

“Now, Dad’s turn.”

Harry gulped as looked over at you. It was all so surreal for him. Why would someone want to torture his baby this way? It was cruel, and it was a waste of time. Of course, it actually wasn’t cruel at all. Harry tended to be more dramatic when it came to the baby. She didn’t give Harry a second of her attention as he passed her to you. You sat her in your lap and let her get comfortable as Harry stood up.

At first, she didn’t realize he had even moved from beside her because she was occupied with playing with your thumb on her belly. But the second she heard the door creak open and shut, she lifted her head and looked next to her, expecting to see her father’s lap or maybe even his eyes looking at her. But there was nothing.

“Ma ma ma!” She whined out, twisting around towards you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she reacted to him missing. She struggled to stand up on your thighs, so you helped her up and held on to her tight. The doctor let it go on for about thirty seconds, then called for Harry to come back in.

Everything went back to normal the moment Harry sat down next to you. The baby didn’t even want him, she just needed him to be close by.

“So, when does she normally get like this? When you’re in public or around other people in a smaller room?” The doctor said as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the baby.

“Constantly.” Harry said, it surprised you that he actually decided to do the talking. “If I leave the room for a second, she’ll get fussy. If the two of us aren’t sitting or laying with her constantly she.. she gets upset.”

“Has this been going on a while?”

You shook your head. “Not to this extent. It started getting bad yesterday and we just.. didn’t want to wait in case it was something else.”

The baby babbled to herself as she reached for Harry’s arm. He offered to take her and she practically jumped into his hands, making him chuckle and snuggle her close.

“I’m going to safely say that there is nothing medically, internally, or dangerously wrong with your baby.” The doctor sighed, but offered you a kind smile. “She’s at the age where she’s developed a very secure attachment to her parents and.. anxiety is quite common. She may have days where it’s not as bad, and some when it’s worse. But, she’ll be okay.”

“There’s.. nothing we can do?” Harry asked with furrowed brows and a frown.

“There are pediatric medications.. but I wouldn’t suggest jumping straight onto those. Maybe give this a few weeks, months even, and if things don’t improve in any way.. see your pediatrician for further treatment.”

You took a deep breath. “And the tests? Everything was fine?”

“Yes, from the results we have already, everything is fine. We can still do a brain scan or the blood test if you’re wanting to. No harm in doing that.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Not only is your baby okay, but Harry will be okay. He’s been so hyped up over this that you had worried he was going to lose his mind. The two of them are your favorite people in the world, and they’re finally both okay. You turned your head towards Harry, biting your tongue as you watched the baby gently pat her hand against Harry’s cheek. He gave her a grin, then smushed a kiss to her cheek, making her squeal. She was happy.

“We don’t need a scan. Thank you so much for everything.”

Harry didn’t say anything, mainly because he knew you were level headed and had this under control. He heard the doctor say nothing was wrong that could be dangerous, and that’s all he really needed to hear.

Harry was exhausted by the time you returned home. He had hardly slept any, and it was catching up to him. You suggested a nap after a quick lunch, which he didn’t turn out. After helping you clean up, he took the baby upstairs to change her out of her now food stained clothes, her baby food landed more on her body than in her mouth. Eventually, you made it to the bedroom where you found them under the covers, Harry’s arm around the baby as she laid on her side, curled into his chest.

“You were right, by the way.. You always know everything.” Harry said through a sigh as you pulled the covers back to slip underneath them.

You smiled, but just shook your head at him. He reached over to drape his arm over your side as you got comfortable next to the baby, not too close though - you didn’t want to smother her.

“Did you give her a bath?” You asked in a whisper as the smell of her lotion quickly took over your nose.

“No, I felt like I was rubbing her skin off when I was cleaning her up.. so I put some lotion on her.”

“You’re the best daddy in the world, y’know?” You sat your hand over his elbow, thumb rubbing his skin in a slow, circular motion. Sometimes he needed the simple things like that.

He huffed. “I freaked out.. like a psycho. I.. I should’ve known it was just..” He stopped himself, gulping gently as his eyes moved down to the sleeping baby next to him.

“You were worried, baby. So was I. There’s nothing wrong with being worried or afraid.” You reminded him, hoping that would ease his nerves - but you knew him too well.

“I lost all the common sense I had, babe. I.. it was like I was freakin’ crazy.”

Dealing with him could ware you out sometimes. Ever since the day you found out you were pregnant, he’s been struggling with anxiety and worry. He doesn’t ever want anything to happen to you or the baby, and it’s a constant thought that refuses to leave his mind.

“You were just worried about our little baby, Harry. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best daddy ever.”

He let the tension go in his shoulders, but he never looked away from her. “I dunno what I’d do if anything ever happened to her.. m’so glad she’s okay.”

“I love you, okay?” You pinched his skin to get his attention.

His eyes shifted to meet yours, a soft smile came to his lips. “I know. I love you more.”

“Look at her, all warm and cozy, hm?” You laughed slightly, admiring the way she was laying.

Her legs were pulled up to her stomach, and both hands were tucked between her body and Harry’s. She was comfortable and content, to say the least. He smiled as he glanced at her, so glad that he was holding her in your bed and not in a hospital bed.

“Our little love bug.” He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Take a nap, okay? You need it just as much as she does.”

(a/n: this is the final “part” of this concept (the baby being “sick”), but.. I am definitely willing to write more for this pairing! Should I reveal baby styles’s name in the next update?)

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches

sum slight

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always

stay in the state of the greatest bliss

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains.

“What’s the point of this, Miles?”

“To get you to try and sleep,”

“It's four in the afternoon,”

“Naptime,”

“What?”

“Just try, mama, okay?”

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry.

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down.

“Ian never seen you sleep,”

“So?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,”

“I don’t make you sleepy?”

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,”

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet.

“What's wrong papá?”

“I’m worried about you,”

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,”

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,”

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually?

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes.

“It’s 11:45,”

“So?”

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.”

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment.

“Please? Just try for me,”

You huff plopping onto his mattress.

“Now what?”

“We wait,”

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room.

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,”

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes.

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,”

“I know,”

“So can we try? Just one more time?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?”

“Can you just talk?”

“Yeah. I can do that,”

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent.

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper.

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,”

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention.

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again.

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway.

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response.

“Kiss?”

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe.

“Sleep, princesa.”

i’m so glad that i got you, you’re my dream come true <3

a/n: everyone say thank u mick @lunarfleur

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reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

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erogenousmind · 1 year

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One Last Time

I’m...I’m going to miss this,“ Sonya said. She couldn’t bring herself to look Daniel in the eye at the moment. “But I’m really glad we get to have this right now. I’ll be looking back on it a lot. So I just...thank you. For everything.”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks. She didn’t normally get this embarrassed or feel this awkward talking to Daniel, but something about saying good bye brought the reality of how they had spent their time together into focus. So much of it had seemed like a dream. So much of it she could simply get lost in and let it happen. But seeing it come to an end, it became more real somehow. What they had done. What she had done for him. What she had been for him. What he had made her feel. How could she not blush?

Daniel smiled at her even as she kept casting her gaze down. She was quite cute when she was flustered. “I’ve been thinking,” he answered, calmly. “Maybe this doesn’t have to end.”

Now Sonya met his gaze. “We’ve talked about this, Mas...” She caught herself. The title came so naturally now. It felt so good to say. It made her feel like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. But this wasn’t the time. “We can’t keep doing this, Dan.” His name felt so foreign on her lips, though they had spoken daily for weeks. “Life just isn’t going to allow me the chance to go into trance for you anymore. I know we wish we cou--”

A finger to her lips silenced Sonya instantly. She could feel the conditioned response turning over in her mind. Reminding her of her place. Of how good it felt to surrender. Of how helpless she was. How much she needed to obey. Her thighs squeezed together for a moment, her face flushing for a different reason.

“I know, pet...Sonya. I know.” Her name sounded as odd as his had felt. How curious that their intimacy had surpassed their names entirely. “I’m not going to be able to drop you whenever I want anymore. You aren’t going to be able to slip into trance.” Daniel smiled, looking wonderfully mischievous. “So I thought you could just stay in trance this time. I can take you deep, and you can stay there.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Sonja stuttered.

“You don’t need to come back up ever again. You might have moments, hours, even days where you are able to pretend. When you can fool the world into thinking you are not deeply hypnotized. But you’ll know the truth. Underneath it all, you’ll be lost in trance. Your eyes will glaze over the moment you are alone again. My voice will always be in your head. Every action, every thought will be the result of my suggestions. I’ll be deep inside you and you will take me with you wherever you go.” Daniel watched Sonya intently as he spoke, reading her body language, watching her unconscious cues.

“I’ll always be hypnotized?” She swallowed slowly, contemplating his words. “Never be fully awake again?”

“We know how capable you are of following commands even deep in trance. Your subconscious will continue to keep you safe. You will be able to live the life you want, the way you wanted. You will also be my deeply hypnotized thrall. Feeling the pleasure of my control. Feeling the lightness of submission. Of surrendering yourself to that feeling from the moment you wake to the moment you fall asleep. Day after day.”

“You-you can do that?” Sonja was stunned.

“You can. You let me in so deep, just like we have trained you to do. You let your focus narrow until all you hear is my words. They pull you down deeper and deeper, your mind going completely blank, my will filling your mind, until there is nothing left but the wonderful bliss of trance. And then my words never leave. You never need to come back up. Because you are so talented and capable of surrendering so completely for me.” Daniel made it sound like the most natural, easiest thing in the world.

“I-I don’t know what to say,”

Daniel chuckled. “And that’s why we are doing this for you. You always prefer when I make the decisions. So it’s going to happen, right now. You are going to look right here...that’s my good girl. Already so focused. Ready to let go. Notice your breathing. Notice how my words make you feel. How already your thoughts feel so sluggish. It’s so hard for them to keep up. So you let me think for you. You let my words into your mind. You feel them caress those slow thoughts away. As you drop for me now, pet. As you slip away into trance one last time.”

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nagito-kissmaeda · 10 months

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Blood on White Lace - Chapter Three

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 3937

Contains: No warnings as of yet, apart from way too much flowery dialog Summary: The castle interests you more than it should, and warnings of dark things happening inside only seem to fuel your interest even more. Someone must be tending to the beautiful rose garden behind the iron gates, and you want to know who. Read on ao3

Just as soon as the woman leaves, Komaeda comes flying through your front door. He almost gives you a heart attack, rushing towards you from across the room and taking your face in between his hands. It’s strange, but despite the initial shock of his sudden entrance, his presence makes you feel warm and soft. Like you’re sinking into a mattress, deeper and deeper until you are lost in a torrent of feathers. Komaeda reminds you of the bitter scent of cyanide drowning in sweet almond milk. You know there is some sort of danger, but pushing him away feels near impossible.

“Are you alright?” He whispers, his white eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he blinks down at you. There’s a quiver to his lower lip like he is just barely holding himself together, “I shouldn't have left you alone I'm so sorry.”

“Komaeda…” You breathe, reach up to place your hand over his, gently rubbing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb, “I’m fine. She didn’t even come inside.”

He laughs breathlessly, a smile breaking across his face like a crack in porcelain, “You didn’t invite her inside.” he laughs again, so caught up in some sort of euphoria that it’s like he doesn't even think when he surges forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips are cold, “I was so worried, I don’t know what I would have done if-”

Komaeda suddenly reels back, green eyes growing wide, “I shouldn’t have been touching you. I’m--I’m cursed, death follows behind me as if it were my shadow.” he laughs bitterly, pushing his hair back from his face, “Just look at what almost happened to you tonight, you’d be safer to have never met me.”

The second it is gone, you are yearning for his touch again. His hands were cold but comforting, fingers delicate and gentle against your cheeks. You want to breathe him in, feel him settling in your lungs, “If I could return to the day I first stumbled upon your castle, I wouldn't change a thing.” You reach forward to touch him, but Komaeda flinches backward, “I would meet you all over again.”

“Can you not see what I have done to you already?” He replies, face turning dark, “I have no idea what she would have done if she hadn’t heard me coming.”

“Wait, heard you coming? From so far away?”

Komaeda stiffens but quickly regains his composure, “It doesn’t matter. I need to figure out some way to protect you. Do you have any friends in the village?”

“Not one.”

“And family?” You shake your head, “Much too far for me to travel on foot, weeks away.”

“Even on horseback she would still catch you before you could reach safety,” Komaeda begins, eyes darting about as he thinks, “I could arrange a carriage but even that might not be-”

“Are you saying that this woman can move faster than a person on horseback?” Before he gets a chance to dodge your questions again, you take one of Komaeda’s hands between both of yours, stunning him into silence, “Komaeda. The woman, she called you and herself a beast. What was she talking about? What is she?”

A vibration runs through him, a deep noise nearly akin to a growl festering in his chest, “What else did she tell you? I need to know everything.”

“There wasn’t much, she was just watching me. She said something about finding me interesting. No- about her sister finding me interesting.”

Komaeda’s expression jumps from shock to horror in less than a second, whole body tensing and hands clenching at his side, “Lord curse me.” He whispers, suddenly dashing further into your home and grabbing the first empty basket he can find and loading it with your possessions, “This is all my fault, I never should have let you inside. I’ve made you interesting, I’ve made you a challenge. The woman you met tonight, her sister, is unbelievably powerful and dangerous, there’s no way you can outrun her.”

“Then what do we do?” You ask, heart racing in your chest, no idea of the truth to what is happening, but Komaeda is frightened and so you are too. He exhales in a nervous laugh, passing a full basket into your open arms and quickly loading as many of your dresses as he can into another one, “You’ll have to stay with me. Lord, I am…I am so sorry, nothing I can do will ever make up for what I have done to you. Trapped in that miserable castle with the likes of me, I couldn’t wish a worse fate on a spirit as free as yours.” he whirls around and grabs you by the shoulders, his piercing eyes staring down and straight through your soul, “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

You drop to sit in your old armchair, knees failing you as the gravity of Komaeda’s words sinks in. You hadn’t been lying when you said that you trusted him, you do, for reasons you cannot give words to, you find yourself trusting him with your life and everything beyond. Even still, watching him dash about your small cottage in near panic makes your blood turn to ice in your veins.

“Who is she, Komaeda?” You ask weakly, hands shaking as they clutch tightly to the basket resting on your knees, “What could she possibly want with someone like me?” He sighs, moving over to your craft bench and beginning to collect as many of your supplies as possible into an empty hatbox, “Nothing, usually.” though you can only see his back, the tense line of his shoulders portrays just how hard this is for him to discuss, “The woman who visited you tonight is right, we are monsters, all three of us. There are others too, though I cannot speak to how many.” He unfolds a collection of your handkerchiefs onto the workbench, and begins gently wrapping up your glass pieces into safe bundles before tucking them into the box with your other supplies, “When I became this way, I decided to accept seclusion, to hide from innocents like yourself.” He turns back to you and adds the box of craft supplies to his basket, a wavering smile on his lips, “I’ve failed in that as well, quite clearly.” He averts his eyes, and his throat bobs, “These two women did not accept the same life as I, relishing in their monstrousness, toying with humans for fun, killing them for pleasure.” “Have they killed many?” You ask quietly, afraid to even know the answer. Komaeda nods solemnly, “A great number. Had I been less weak, I might have done something to stop them.” he laughs to himself, “Another in my grand list of failures.”

“And so she only wants me, because I’ve been seen with you?” You ask, “Does she want to hurt you, Komaeda?”

He blinks, “What she wants with me matters little.”

“No!” You exclaim, leaping up from the chair so quickly that the basket resting on your knees topples to the floor, “I resent that. You matter, Komaeda.” He laughs again, but there is no humour in it, “We have to move. She could be on her way already.” He gestures loosely to the basket you dropped to the floor, “Pick that up, I’ll meet you outside.”

He rests the second basket he packed against his hip and turns to head out the front door, his pale hair catching the moonlight when he opens it.

You stand stock still for a moment, staring into the darkness of your home, recognising that you were about to leave it for the foreseeable future. It is true that you haven't lived here all that long, and that you never felt quite like you belonged, but it still aches to leave. You glance over at the dried flowers in the kitchen, and the workbench where you spent hours perfecting your delicate trinkets.

Hoisting the basket up into your arms, you give the house one last, silent goodbye and turn to follow Komaeda outside. Despite being so candid about his monstrousness, Komaeda has failed to give you any real answers about what is happening, and who (or what) the woman who might well be on her way to your house right now really is. You still trust Komaeda, something about him is so real, so raw. He isn't lying, and you can tell.

“I’m ready.” You say, nudging the front door closed with your hip. The night air is brisk but still comfortable, and Komaeda’s hair dances in it.

He turns to look at you, a sad smile on his porcelain face, “I will bring you back home someday, I promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, “It was never home. Not really.” “It’s difficult to imagine you without friends,” Komaeda says quietly as he begins walking down the path that leads into the woods, “You are a great deal more personable than I.”

The trees reach high up into the sky, and as you pass under their canopy the rest of the world disappears. This was one of the reasons you started visiting Komaeda’s castle in the first place, to say goodbye to the town where you lived for just one moment, “They don’t care much for newcomers in that town.” You say, “Especially not ones with a curiosity like mine.” Komaeda hums under his breath, “I’m sure they did not take well to you visiting me so often.” You bark a laugh, “Oh not at all, I caught the town priest setting up an exorcism around my cottage one night after my walk, I was able to shoo him away but it wasn’t easy.” You look over at him admiring the sharp lines of his profile, his high cheekbones and his slender nose, “Besides, I find you much better company.”

He turns to look at you, his ghostly green eyes wide with surprise, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He says, turning away to face the path once again, “I’ve ruined your relationship with the townspeople by simply existing.” He laughs bitterly, “How could I possibly be good company?”

You sigh, realising that there isn't much point in pushing this topic further and instead ask a question, “Will you be able to hear if someone is coming?” He nods, “Yes. My hearing is not as good as the sisters’, but it should be enough. There is no one nearby.” He inclines his head to the left, “No one but a hare in its burrow somewhere in that direction.”

“I can hear nothing of the sort.” You reply with a soft smile, “Would you tell me what other wonderful things you can hear?”

From the corner of your eye, you watch Komaeda’s shoulders soften, what might even be a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “The ocean is breaching against the cliffs in the distance, a mother gannet living on the rockface returns to her chicks after a day at sea.” He inclines his head to the right this time, “A red squirrel leaps from one tree to the next, curling up in it’s nest for the evening.”

Straining your ears, there is still nothing that you can hear over the sound of your own footsteps. You turn back to Komaeda, smiling fondly at him, “Beautiful.” You whisper, “You can hear this all at once?”

He shakes his head, “No. If I could I would surely go mad, it takes some matter of focus. At least in my case.”

“You are far more than human.” You breathe, utterly in awe, “You won’t tell me more?”

Whatever smile may have been on his face disappears in an instant, “I wouldn’t dare, and to call me more than human is an insult to your entire genus.” His lip curls back in a snarl, “I am unhuman, this is true, but my instincts are lesser, inferior.” He bites a laugh, “A primitive being trapped and tangled in the guise of finary. I am less than human, not more.”

“Even with these wonderful talents you have shown me, you still believe yourself less than human?” You ask, tentatively reaching out for his hand, “What are you then, really? Why not tell me, Komaeda? Why not trust me?”

Komaeda turns to glare at you, tearing his hand away from yours, “I am trying to spare you as much of this cursed life I live as I am able.” His eyes burn, but his anguish is poorly masked by fury, “The townspeople were right, curiosity will only get you hurt, do not ask any more questions.”

Your grip tightly to the basket in your hands and continue walking in uncomfortable silence. As ever, Komaeda is far angrier with himself than he could ever be with you, but you sense that pushing him any further will only cause further harm - so you decide to stay quiet. After some time you notice that even on the path covered in pine needles, Komaeda’s footsteps make no noise, he moves from foot to foot like he is completely weightless, ethereal. Your heart aches to know him, for him to confess all that he is and all he has done, to know why he lives so sad and alone in a castle meant for hundreds with only himself for company.

The walk feels much shorter with someone beside you, but it still takes another hour before you can even see the castle's spires rising above the horizon. Komaeda walks entirely in silence, his ghostly green eyes staring ever forward without so much as a glimpse in your direction. Standing beside him for so long a time causes you to realise just how tall he is, the crown of your head reaches just below his shoulder, and with the air of grace that tangles and clings to him like a second skin, he might as well be twice your size.

For a man who speaks in barely more than desperate platitudes, who apologises so quickly and succinctly that it may as well be his first language - Komaeda is incredibly powerful. You can sense it. Being around him causes a shiver of terror to forever linger at the base of your spine, the same sort of shiver that comes about involuntarily at the sight of a snake or a spider. It speaks of danger centuries old, older even than that. A profoundly human fear, entangled deep within your blood and bones, the kind of fear that should rarely be ignored.

But, ignore it, you do.

“Wait here just a moment,” Komaeda says quietly when you arrive at the castle's front gate. He deposits the basket he was holding on the ground beside you and then hurries over to push the gate open. The intricate metalwork groans with the effort and you suspect that but for your own visit all those months ago, the gates must barely be used.

“Quickly.” Komaeda adds, ushering you into the front garden before grabbing the second basket and closing the gates behind the two of you, “Inside now.” He says, beginning to sound a little panicked.

“Have you heard something?” You ask, rushing towards the large wooden doors of the castle, trying in vain to ignore the rapid tattoo of your heart. “Still a ways off.” He says, and the doors open as if by magic, “But yes, I have heard something.”

A cold chill runs up your spine and you instinctively tug your shawl tighter around your shoulders with your free hand. The entry room of the castle is much the same as it was upon your first visit, all of the candles are still lit and the fireplace crackles pleasantly. Komaeda must have left in a hurry if he didn’t have time to extinguish the fire. Once the two of you are inside, the doors quickly close behind you, trapping the cold evening air outside.

“What are we to do when she arrives?” You ask, “What if she gets inside?”

“She can’t.” Komaeda says gratefully, “I have learned from previous experience that she is able to enter the garden quite easily, but the castle itself is impenetrable. For now, at least.”

“Then we are safe?” “As I said, for now at least.”

He sighs, the sound is miserable and your heart aches to hear it, “Come, I will show you the rooms. There are many to choose from, so you’ll not be wanting for options.” Komaeda proceeds up the flight of stairs leading to the second floor of the castle. You remember these being the same stairs that you had walked down all those months ago when he had been sitting by the fire and reading. Not full of such anguish as he is now. Some anguish to be sure (you aren’t certain he is ever without it) but not nearly as much as present.

His shoulders are broad, yet lacking any visible muscle and incredibly delicate. He still wears nothing more over his torso than a loose white shirt, you suddenly realise that it is far too cold to be outside without an overcoat, even during these warmer months the ocean nearby keeps the air brisk when the sun goes down. Komaeda seems barely affected by the cold at all, and the thin cotton of his shirt does little to hide the ever-subtle movement of his shoulder blades beneath. The fabric moves fluidly, delicately around his form, as if even it is afraid to touch his flesh.

At the top of the stairs, Komaeda turns to look at you. You are still several stairs down, and he looms high above, the light of candles behind his head making his white hair glow as if set ablaze.

“I hope I am not too slow.” You say. Komaeda’s mouth twitches up in a smile, “There is no rush anymore, and I have nowhere to be. I will wait as long as you need me to.”

When you reach him, Komaeda holds out his hand to help you ascend the final stair. His palm is cold, and his skin is unmarred and soft like a newborn’s. Even you, one who doesn't perform much manual labour, have callouses and scars from your metal and glasswork. The touch of his bare hand against yours is electric, a surge of indescribable emotion rushes up from your fingertips and deep into the chambers of your heart.

Komaeda’s throat bobs a moment. His eyes quiver. You can hear the sound of his uneven breath rattling in his throat.

He tears his hand from yours and continues down the hallway.

“Th-There are many fine rooms at the front of this hall, ones that were usually reserved for important guests.”

Still reeling from your brief contact, it takes you a moment to reply, “I would prefer something more modest if that is available. I’ve never found myself terribly taken with finery.”

Even the hallways of the castle are indescribably lavish. Heavy green drapery hangs from the walls, and sconces lit with warm light are spaced evenly the whole way down. There is a long rug that spreads down the length of the hallway, it’s thick enough that your footsteps are muffled as you slowly trail behind Komaeda. “This one may suit you, then.” He offers, coming to a stop near the end of the hallway. He opens one of the many elegant wooden doors and gestures for you to step inside, “This was the governess’ room once. It’s right across from the second floor of the library if reading interests you.” The room is at least three times larger than the one in your cottage, and a large bed rests against the far wall. The windows are boarded shut like the rest in the castle, and mossy green curtains are pulled tightly across them. Taking a turn about the room, you notice a large wardrobe on the wall beside the bed, more than large enough for all of your dresses. When you step forward and pull the doors open, you are shocked to find it already filled with clothes.

Now that you have noticed this, it's impossible not to notice everything else.

A pair of slippers at the foot of the bed, a nightgown folded neatly on top of the pillows. An armchair in the corner of the room and a side table beside it, books piled up high, and the one at the top still marked over halfway through.

You turn to face Komaeda, his head hangs low, as if afraid to meet your eyes.

“The governess is she-” “Dead.” He says gravely, “Yes, as with everyone else.” “Everyone else...” You whisper, suddenly realising that the dust covers nearly every inch of the room, years and years of it. That everyone in the castle must have died at once, that Komaeda was left trapped in this stone prison all by himself for so many years. The question at the back of your throat leaps forth without you ever bidding it, “How long, Komaeda?” You plead, reaching a hand out towards him, “How long have you been so alone?”

A sharp gasp escapes his lungs and his hands ball into fists at his sides. Komaeda’s delicate porcelain face is cast in a sudden wash of despair, his eyes inhumanly wide and frightened, his mouth opening and closing like there are words he wants to say but just can’t bare it.

You try to move towards him, to comfort him.

He turns from you in an instant, leaving the room and striding back down the hallway, “I will bring your things and work on cleaning the room for you before you need sleep.” Komaeda almost makes it to the landing when you chase after him, lifting your skirts up as you hurry down the long hallway, “Do you not trust me?” You call out as he heads down the stairs, you grip the railing and lean out over the landing, “I will not admonish you, nor curse your existence as you seem to think I will.” He does not respond, you take in a sharp breath and begin descending the staircase before he can get any further away, “I am tired of you speaking for me, of you presuming how I will feel!” He turns to you now, the sadness in his eyes so deep that you cannot find a bottom to it, “My presumption is not born of arrogance.” He whispers, “I wouldn’t dare presume to know you better than you know yourself.” A bitter laugh escapes him, his arms wrapping tightly around his torso as if he is trying to hold himself together, “But I know me, and I know myself more intimately than anyone ever should. You do not want to know me, what my existence has wrought.” “I would not turn you away.” He barks a laugh now, eyes swirling wild and nearly panicked, “That is what I fear most! That your ill-advised affections would lead you astray, that you would be hurt by me, but being near me.” You step towards him, “Komaeda I-” “No.” He mutters, eyes squeezed shut, “Circumstances mean we must live together for the time being, but rest assured, once I have finished preparing your room, you will be rid of me. The castle is big enough that you will not need to see me again.”

“What if I want to see you again?” His smile is sinister now, and you once again feel that fear creeping up from the base of your spine, “Even still. You will not, I will make sure of it.”

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