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revasserium · 2 months

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hiii can i pls request zayne with prompt 60 “home”? also love ur writing btw and i look forward to reading more of ur works <333

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

60. home

zayne; 2,264 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, fade to black, zayne being a simp as per usual

summary: a friday afternoon

a/n: idk i just love writing dialogue for zayne he's so !!!!

The Hospital - Friday, 4:36PM

Linoleum floors and fluorescent lights; the smell of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeps and hums of heart rate monitors and nebulizer machines. He spends too much time here, knows the flow of the hospital like he knows the web of arteries and capillaries in the human body, the wards branching off of each other, the hustle and bustles of nurses and staff familiar, oppressive.

It is only in the quiet of his own office, with its big windows and even bigger piles of paperwork (be it virtual or physical), that he ever allows himself to relax. He glances at the vase of brightly colored tulips on his desk and allows himself a grin. He remembers the shape of you, can feel the weight of your hand in his as you’d tugged him around the farmer’s market on Sunday morning, pointing at the various vendors, asking to try a bite of this and a bit of that, until finally, you’d come across the flower seller — a middle-aged woman with a sweet smile and a gleeful glint in her eyes as she explained about the language of flowers.

“There’s sunshine in your smile,” you’d repeated, looking down at the yellow tulips before grinning up at Zayne.

“Perfect for you, isn’t it?”

He could hear the tease in your voice, see that familiar playful twinkle in your eyes and he’d raised an eyebrow before wordlessly handing over a few bills from his wallet.

And now the flowers sit, quiet save for all their brilliance, on his desk, in a simple vase filled with crystal-clear water. He stares at it for a second longer before pulling out his phone and swiping it open to your contact.

Coming home early today, he texts. Immediately, a typing bubble appears, and a second later, a short shoomp sound as your reply appears on his screen —

oh? dr. zayne leaving work early??? is the sun setting in the east today?

He chuckles to himself before dialing your line and a second later, your voice answers, a little hesitant.

“Hello?”

“If you’re going to be sarcastic, at least do it in person.”

Shuffling noises, and then — “Not my fault you’re never around for me to be mean to you in person.”

Zayne leans back in his chair with a sigh, “Hn. How’s shopping with Tara?”

“Fun! But my legs are getting tired…”

“I can meet you at the main shopping center around 5:30.”

A moment of quiet, and then “Ah… but that’s still an hour from now…”

Zayne scoffs, “I could stay till 7PM like I usually do —”

“No, no! That’s… that’s not what I meant — I’ll see you at 5:30, then? Don’t be late!”

You end the call before he can protest and for a second, Zayne stares at the screen, the picture of your smiling face fading after another few seconds as the phone screen darkens.

“Doctor? Your next patient is here,” the nurse calls through his closed door.

“Yes, I’ll be right there.” Zayne glances once more at the yellow tulips on his desk before pushing himself up and adjusting his white coat. He’ll have to make a note to change the water soon.

City Center Shopping Mall - Friday, 5:38PM

“You made it!”

Zayne turns at the sound of your voice to find you slightly breathless as you jog up to him, coming to a stop a few steps away.

“You sound surprised.”

A blush dusts your cheeks as you avert your eyes, “I — I’m not! I just thought… you might be a bit later than this.”

Zayne keeps his expression neutral even as he reaches out to take your hand, casually lacing his fingers between yours. He feels you give him a small squeeze and contents himself with letting you take the lead as the pair of you start to wander through the mall, glancing at the window displays.

“Oh… that smells good!” you both pause as the smell of scallions and garlic warms the air. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “I think it’s coming from that restaurant over there! Tara was telling me that it just opened a week ago and it’s already going viral online for their stuffed pancakes —”

“C’mon then.” Zayne starts off for the restaurant.

“W-wait! We don’t have a reservation! We’ll never get in!”

Zayne keeps walking, gently tugging you behind him till you both round the corner to see a truly impressive line outside the restaurant doors. He walks passed the massive line straight to the front where a smiling girl in a flowery apron stands at an electronic podium, taking down the names of the next party in line.

“Is Liam here?”

“O-oh! Uhm, I think so!” the girl blinks, surprised as she looks down at her reservation list, “May I ask who’s asking?”

“Zayne.”

The girl nods as she slips into the restaurant. Beside him, you look up, confused.

“Do you know someone here?”

Zayne nods but doesn’t explain any further as the smiling girl comes back and motions for you both to follow her.

“Right this way Dr. Zayne! Enjoy your meal!”

Zayne gives your hand a small tug as you stumble after him, the confusion on your face blossoming into something like surprise as the pair of you duck into the bustling restaurant to be greeted by an enthusiastic young man, around Zayne’s age, his sleeves rolled up, a bandana tied around his forehead.

“Zayne! You should’ve told me you were coming!”

“It was a last-minute decision,” Zayne supplies, shaking Liam’s hand firmly, pulling you into his side even as Liam’s eyes slide onto you.

“Oh… is this the girl you were always talking about back in —”

“I think we’ll take a booth in the back, thanks,” Zayne cuts him off with a loud cough, already making for the back of the restaurant. Liam laughs good-naturedly, leading you both to a booth tucked in the very corner, away from most of the noise and bustle.

You inch into the booth, casting Zayne a curious look.

“Is that the owner? How do you know him?”

Zayne doesn’t look up as he glances over the menu before pushing it towards you.

“We went to medical school together. Pick anything you want, it’s all very good.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “And he decided to become a chef instead?”

Zayne’s lips twitch, “Is that so unbelievable?”

You shrug, looking down at the menu at last, pursing your lips, “No… it’s just… did he drop out of med school then?”

Zayne shakes his head, “No, he was one of the best in our year.”

“Oh. Then…?”

Zayne taps the menu, “I thought you were hungry.”

You blush, looking down, “I am!”

It’s not till the middle of the meal that Zayne speaks again —

“He said it didn’t make him happy.”

You look up, your cheeks bulging with food. Zayne watches you swallow with a concerted effort, reaching out to wipe at your lips with an indulgent smile even as you swat at his hand.

“Liam? About… being a doctor?”

“Yes. And… in a way, I understood him. He said that the kitchen’s always felt more like home.”

You purse your lips, looking at your half-eaten stuffed pancake.

“Then… does the hospital feel like home? To you?”

Zayne chuckles, leaning forward to add some more veggies to your bowl with his chopsticks.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Then…” you trail off, waiting for his answer. There’s a familiar color seeping into your cheeks as Zayne looks you over before his eyes flicker down to your bowl.

“Eat. Or else the veggies will go cold.”

Zayne’s Apartment - Friday, 7:01PM

“I’m so full!” you slump down onto his couch with a long sigh, patting your stomach.

“You were the one who wanted seconds of dessert,” Zayne says, hanging up his coat and turning to join you on the couch. You make a small noise as he lifts your legs and lays them across his lap, his thumbs absently digging into the backs of your calves.

“Ow…” you make to jerk your leg away as he hits a knot but he only grips your ankle and pulls it back with a soft tut.

“Hold still.”

You bury your face in one of the couch cushions as he continues to silently knead at your calf muscles.

“There, better?” his voice is soft now, tugging on the frayed ends of your subconscious as you turn your head to blink at him, a bit dazed.

“Yeah… lots better. Thanks.”

You make to get up but he loops an arm around your back and lifts you easily from the couch, bridal style.

“Zayne?”

“You’re staying the night, right?” he asks, even as he makes for the bedroom.

“I — I am?”

He glances down at your face as he sets you down on his bed.

“I can still drive you home if you want —” He makes to pull away.

“No! I — I can stay. I mean — I want to stay.” You reach up to tug at his shirt, fingers crumpling the material as he stills. You can feel your cheeks blazing as his gaze flickers over your face before settling on your lips.

“Alright then.”

There’s a breath’s pause before you give his shirt another tentative tug and he tips forward with the motion, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

A soft groan bubbles out of you as Zayne presses you back and back and back, until he’s caged over you, trailing hot lips down the line of your neck, skimming his teeth along your collarbones.

“Mm — Z-Zayne…?”

He pulls back, his eyes a bit unfocused as he looks you over — you can feel the weight of his gaze as it flutters over the planes and ridges of your face, from the arch of your brows to the line of your nose. You can’t help blushing beneath this intense scrutiny, and you tug once more at his shirt, your fingers somehow having inched up to his collar, one of your fingers hooked into the top loop of his buttons.

He reaches up to cover your hand with his, fingers easily curling around your smaller hand.

“What is it?”

You lick your lips, stomach twisting, the base rumble of his voice sending shivers shaking through your body.

“Nothing just… I don’t remember you drinking at dinner so…”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand before dropping it back to his shirt collar.

“No, but… alcohol’s not the only thing that might cause someone to lose hold of their senses…”

You watch as his eyes darken at your intake of breath, the way his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.

“Then…” you swallow, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his lips trail back up your neck to your jaw.

“Are you going to make me say it?”

You let out a tiny whimper as he presses a leg up between yours, his breath now hot against the lobe of your ear.

“Say… what?”

Zayne pulls back just far enough to cock an eyebrow at you. And like this, you’ve never seen anything so alluring — the sight of him with his shirt tugged open, his eyes blown dark with desire, his hair slightly mussed from your eager fingers, his lips kissed pink, his cheeks warm with color.

“Hn. Is this my punishment then?”

“For what?”

“For being late to meet you.”

You fight back a grin, “Well… you did say I could be mean to you in person.”

Zayne lets out a sigh, “Alright then.”

You walk your fingers up his chest before pushing him back till you’re both sitting up again. He waits patiently for you to push him down and straddle his hips, slowly tugging open the buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie till it hangs undone around his neck. You lean in to press a soft kiss to his chest and revel in the way he hisses.

His fingers reach up for your hips and you catch them with a quick shake of your head.

“No touching… not till I say.”

Zayne stares at you for a second before relaxing and letting his hands fall back onto the sheets.

And it’s not until you lean down to kiss at his exposed abdomen that he groans, head tipping back. Then, a second later, you find yourself pinned beneath him, breathless, Zayne towering over you with parted lips, the moon casting stark shadows along the lines of his face.

“I said you could be mean… I didn’t say I wouldn’t retaliate.”

After, when the pair of you are curled into each other like pieces of jigsaw puzzle that’s finally found its missing parts, his breath warm along the nape of your neck, Zayne finds himself smiling.

“It’s always been you…” he murmurs, though he’s nearly certain you’re already asleep, your breathing sweet and level, your body pliant and perfect against his.

He laces his hands between yours and drops a soft kiss onto the skin of your bare shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter what I do… or where I do it… because my home has always been… you.”

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byunpum · 8 months

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Hifwo

Pair: Neteyam x Y/N human reader

Warning: All characters are in their 20s (grow up), flirting, size difference, mmm I think nothing else

Request: (Anon) I was thinking about a neteyam x fem!human!reader. Reader is a short girl, maybe 4'11 (1.48) and Neteyam takes advantage of it and corners her to the wall...

AVATAR MASTERLIST

It was the fourth time Neteyam had checked that you were safe in the place where he had left you. You wanted to go hunting with him. Lo'ak had invited you to go for a walk with him and spider, kiri and tuk but you preferred to be with him. He liked you to stay with him, so you would see and learn how to hunt. But on the other hand, he was a little nervous about you being in a place as dangerous as the jungle of pandora. You were a human, anything was bigger than you, including him. Neteyam comes down from the branch he was on, causing him to make a startling noise as he falls right in front of you. You look up in alarm, and frustrate your brow. "teyam you scare me!!!" you whine a little, but your attention returns to the notebook in your hands. You were drawing some mushrooms that were next to you, they were very brightly colored.

"Sorry babe, but you're distracting me" neteyam says, coming a little closer to sit right in front of you. Touching your naked feet, he liked to play with your little toes. You laugh when you feel his cold hands, touching your feet. "Me? Why? I haven't moved from here" you speak, working on your drawing. "'Babe…" neteyam pauses, lowering his head to your knee, to kiss you on the knee. You look up, laughing at the action. You knew that neteyam's way of showing affection was more physical than yours, at first it made you uncomfortable. But by now you were used to it. This poor man was just asking to be loved and pampered after a busy day of chores that his father usually ordered him to do.

"You are so small, any creature could eat you" says neteyam, now he was sitting down. You laughed at his comment, you knew he was right. But you were not as weak as you looked, you knew you could run away from any creature. "Teyam you offend me, you know? I think I am very good at running away, not fighting…but I can run fast" you speak, with a tone of playfulness. Neteyam just looked at you with adoration, you were so cute. "Mmm I don't think so" says Neteyam. You lift your back a little off the back you were sitting on. Giving a punch to neteyam's chest, neteyam just watches as your punch doesn't have any effect on him. "Ok, I give up… but that doesn't mean I won't do my best to run away" you say.

Neteyam is silent for a moment, he was thinking what he would do in his next move. He chuckles to himself, as he begins to rise to his knees. " You think you can run away, ah?" asks neteyam in a flirty tone. As he lines up and slides over your body. Which in a matter of seconds, was covered by neteyam's. His whole body created a blanket that covered every view you had of you, raising your head to see neteyam's cute face. He had an idiot's grin on his face, analyzing how small you had become underneath him. You try to speak, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a 'I-hum-'. You were blushing so hard, damn it he knew the effect it had on you. Netayam bends lower, so that he is now close to your ear.

You could feel his breathing, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. "The creatures I speak of are much larger than me… they would have no mercy on you" neteyam places one of his hands, on the side of your thigh. Squeezing the soft skin, moving his palm gently up and down. Your breathing becomes more heaving, it was making you very nervous. "They would devour you in seconds" neteyam now leaves a kiss on your neck. Causing you to giggle from the tickle. "Nete…" you whimper a little. The feeling in your lower belly was building up, but he just replies you with a 'hmmm' as he continues to leave kisses on your shoulders and neck. You were grateful for the outfit kiri had prepared for you, it allowed neteyam to have all the access he wanted to your body.

"would you like to know how long it would take me to devour you?" neteyam pauses from kissing, waiting for an answer from you. You, as best you can, place your hands on the sides of her face. Your hands were so small, you could barely hold part of his jaw. You approach him to give him a soft kiss on the lips, now making eye contact with him (if you want to know more about the type of oxygen mask the reader uses 'read here'). Neteyam gives you a smile, and copies your movements. But now he settles more on the ground, so that he lies more on his stomach. Causing you to spread your legs, allowing him to settle more on top of you. Kissing your neck, moving down your chest to leave some wet kisses. Feeling your hands tangle in his hair, feeling your hands push him further down…right where you were needing him most.

Kissing and giving a few soft bites on your stomach. Enjoying the difference in texture of your skin, so soft and delicate. Dragging his body further back, placing his hands on either side of your hips. You now bring your legs up, watching as one of neteyam's hands moves one of your knees to open the space between your legs.

You two were so intent on your business that you had barely heard the lazy noises that were approaching you. Neteyam in a quick, and almost minimal movement moved up towards your lips giving you a sloppy kiss. "I don't see you running…don't you plan to run away?" he joked, seeing how your cheeks were pink, your mouth half open. And your pupils dilated, waiting for him to do what he wants with you. "So pretty" says neteyam.

"ahhhh my eyes!!!" screams spider. Neteyam and you look in the direction where the scream came from. Noticing lo'ak, kiri and spider. Even tuk…who had her mouth open. Spider runs up to tuk and covers her eyes. You push as hard as you can on neteyam, and he quickly sits up. Trying to adjust some of the clothes he had moved from his previous actions. Neteyam crosses his legs tightly and tries to cover his growing bulge with his hands. "You two can't be doing your stuff over here" kiri speaks, the girl was furious. You shift your gaze, you were embarrassed.

"I don't see you running,eh?" lo'ak tries to imitate neteyam's voice. "You can go…why don't you take tuk to the village" says neteyam, sounding annoyed. His brothers were still bothering him, and you were hiding more on the log.

The group of boys walk away, but if not before they continue to joke about the scene they just saw. Neteyam looks at you, and can see that you are almost completely hidden in a bush that was next to you. And he couldn't contain his laughter. "What are you laughing at?" you are embarrassed, the least you wanted is for your friends to see you in that situation. Neteyam approaches you again, placing his hand on your neck. "I see you can really run away…you're practically hiding in this corner" neteyam bends down to brush his nose against yours. "How about we go somewhere else…yeah?" says neteyam. You stare at him for a couple of seconds, quickly picking yourself up off the ground starting to run as fast as you can. Listening as neteyam laughs, and starts to get up from the ground. Letting you run for a while, after all it was only fair that he gave you a head start.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 4 months

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Lost and found

Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: You dissapeared a month ago. You finally returned home.

Warning: OOC. Religious fanaticism. Non-descriptive torture. Reader almost get killed. English is my second language.

Normally, the atmosphere in the house was happy. Kids were playing on the playground, Akutagawa siblings often watch movies in the living room, Oda and Kunikida discussed books in the library. Sigma can start a spontaneous poker game. And much, much more.

But, most importantly, there were you.

In one moment, you were reading books with Poe, and Karl was sitting on your lap.

Next moment you were fooling around with Nikolai.

Then you were having a competition, where Tachihara with Teruko on his shoulders were racing against Tetchou with you on his back.

It was fun.

It didn't last.

The day you disappeared became the worst day of their lives.

No more laughing.

No more having fun.

They were searching for you.

Looking under every branch in the forest.

Breaking in every house, where people, that have even smallest disagreement with you.

Sleepless nights.

And constant search.

For their Dear Guiding Light.

______

Different religions have different things, that can be considered blasphemy. Yes, some acts can be called "universal" blasphemy. That everyone, no matter, where they are from and what their beliefs are, would call such acts blasphemy.

But, some religions, have something, that only for them will be viewed as blasphemy.

In Teyvat any resemblance to the All-Creator was the act of blasphemy. The worst sin. The High treason.

And sinners must be punished for the heinous act.

Creator would sit on their ivory throne and command their holy knights to destroy the Corruption.

Because The Embodiment of Divinity can't be wrong. Because The One, who brought life, are doing it for the good of the Teyvat.

So, when the news about another Sinner being spotted in Mondstadt reach Creator, they ordered their Divine Knights to Purge the Sin from Teyvat.

Creator love Teyvat. Creator love humans. Creator destroyed Celestia, an embodiment of Sin, that tried to destroy Creator, the moment they sat on the ivory throne.

Creator were freedom. That's why Barbatos didn't feel bad, commanding wings of Teyvat to feed the fire, that Knights of Favonius set, to burn the small cottage with you inside.

Creator were following their contact, the promise to protect Teyvat. That's why Morax didn't bat an eye, throwing a stone spear at a boat, where you were hiding.

Creator were internal. So Baal didn't regret unleashing the power of lightning on you.

Creator were a fake. It was real knowledge. But Real Sinner have power. Nahida were sorry, that she and Aranara's could give you only a small break.

Creator were Justice. Fontaine people were ready to hung you up. Real Sinner have power. Furina and Melusines were hiding you as long as they can. When you saw the enraged Neuvillette, who was ready to destroy the village, you left by your own accord.

For Creator, they would start a war. In Natlan you were almost caught. By pure luck, Columbina's attack didn't end your life.

Fatui's dream became reality, because of the Creator. Snezhnaya's people were ready to tear you apart.

Instead, they tie you up and drag you to the Ivory Throne.

_______

You didn't like being transported to Teyvat.

Yes, it was beautiful. But, you missed your friends and family. You missed BSD Gang.

Worst of all, you didn't have your phone with you. You can't even try to reach out to your world.

You decide to find Traveler, or Abyss Sibling, or Alice. Maybe, they can send you home?

You wished you stay in the wilderness.

People of Teyvat hated you. Traveler hated you. Abyss Sibling hated you.

Everyone called you a disgrace. Sinner. Corruption, that must be purged.

They try to burn you alive.

They chased you like a wild animal.

They wanted to kill you.

And every person who tried to help you were punished.

You had no idea, what happened to Nahida and Aranaras. And you hopped that Yoimiya, her father, Furina and Melusines were fine.

You were captured a week ago.

Week, full of torture.

Of boiling water, that was poured down your throat.

"Dirty heretic! Accept the cleansing of your soul from impurities!"

Of hot iron on your skin. Of terrible scars on your chest.

"Heretic"

And you were forced on your knees before an Ivory Throne.

Your exact double raise their hand.

And Five archons and one Hydro Sovereign attacked.

Arrows of Anemo. Spear of Geo. Sword of Electro. Wave of Hydro. Claymore of Pyro. Wave of Cryo.

You can't even scream. Boiling water burned your tongue and throat.

You were tried and wished for one thing.

To finally be safe.

The moment, before you were hit, the portal appeared under your legs.

___________________________

It was nighttime.

All of them gather in the living room.

Another day of fruitless search.

And no trace of you.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the outside. The empty barn was shaking. The wight light was visible through the cracks in the old wood.

Everyone hurried here.

Tetchou got here first and opened the door.

Light faded.

You were there

You were laying on the floor.

Tortured. Branded.

And alive.

Chaos started. No one can stay silent even for a second.

Yosano got near you in a second. Not only because she ran towards you. Tachihara and Akutagawa literally carried her to you. Yosano used her ability without second thought.

Now, healed, you were still laying on the floor. From time to time, you let out a quiet sobs and 'please, I just want to go home'.

Everyone was panicking. Asking if you were alright. If you will be okay.

Fukuchi carried you home.

______

You were unconscious.

They bathed you, change your clothes and try to make you as safe as possible.

You were laying on your bed, covered in every blanket they can find. They brought even their own blankets. Somewhere in there were laying Rimbaud's coat, that he cover you with.

Your room was full of people.

BSD Cast were sitting on the floor, on the windowsill, on the edge of your bed.

Everyone was there. Even kids were allowed to stay up.

They were sitting close to each other. No one could phantom a thought of leaving you even for a second.

The night was sleepless.

_____

You thought, that you were dead in went to the afterlife.

Because, you can feel, that you were warm and laying on something soft.

You don't want to open your eyes. You wanted to stay in a warm, safe place.

More senses were back.

You heard birds singing.

And quiet sobs. Sound of steps.

And whispers.

"Myshonok, you can't leave us. Please, come back..."

"[Y/N], it's okay, take your time. You will soon be better, right? We will have fun pranking Vagabond..."

"The world without you will never be ideal... [Y/N]... Darling... Come back..."

Some voices sound closer.

"[Y/N]... Please, Birdy, woke up... My Dear, I missed you so much, please, come back!"

Someone was holding your hand, squeezing it. You feel, how, that someone's tears fall on your knuckles.

Another voice. This one touch your shoulder. The voice sounded broken.

"[Y/N], my precious Iris Flower... Wake up... I beg you..."

They also were crying...

Birdy... Iris Flower... Could it be?

You opened your eyes.

______

Two pair of eyes, one - dark brown, second - green and grayish came into your line of sigh.

Dazai Osamu and Nikolai Gogol.

Were you seeing things? Or you really were back.

You manage to whisper. You feel, that your tongue and throat weren't burned anymore.

"K-Kolya? Osamu?"

You looked around. Your friends were here.

"G-guys... E-Everyone..."

Before you can finish, you were swarmed by your friends.

Everyone tried to see you, to touch you. Kyuusaku, who manage to get to the front, climbed on your bed and hugged you.

"I knew it! I knew that you will be back! That you will return. B-because I told them all... that you will come back... you will certainly come back" Kyuusaku sobbed. Suddenly, they looked angry. "Where were you?! We were waiting for you... Searching for you... but you... completely, completely disappeared!"

You bit your lip and drew blood. For one moment, angry shouts of "SINNER" filled your ears.

Q cried again and hid their smeared face in your chest.

No. They are your friend. They won't hurt you.

You carefully hugged Q. You didn't feel any pain. You remind yourself to thank Yosano later.

"Good question, where were you, [Y/N]? Who... Hurt you?" spoke Mori. And you flinched.

One of the worst thing during The Imposter Hunt was Zhongli. More specifically, his voice, that sounds so similar to Mori's. During Nightmare-filled nights, that voice was cursing you, threaten you, promising to tear you apart.

In reality, you saw Zhongli saying that words. In your Nightmares, you saw Mori.

Zhongli made you scared of your friend!

Everyone noticed your reaction. Yosano spoke.

"[Y/N]... What happened? You were on a brick of death, when we found you..."

You still couldn't say a word. You were scared. You were terrified of returning to Teyvat.

Fukuzawa spoke next. He carefully picked up Kyuusaku and put them down on the floor. Then Fukuzawa with the same carefulness, propped you up against your pillow.

"We will discuss it later. Right now, [Y/N] need some food. Kitten, are you hungry?"

You slowly nodded. Oda, who was standing near the door, immediately left to get food from the kitchen.

The others stay in your room, looking at you.

This exact moment they made a promise to themselves.

They will destroy everything and everyone, who have hurt you.

And they will make sure, that this people will suffer.

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paymechildsupport · 20 days

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Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵

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PROMPTS (combined):

"so what about gojo but hes a doppelganger like the milkman. and basically (afab) reader is his girlfriend and doppelganger gojo pretty much is obsessed with reader. so then one day reader finds out and doppelganger gojo is pretty much just scared but all reader cares about is if he loves her. and so he basically confirms that he loves her and is obsessed with her, and then from that point on just smut....

"doppelganger Satoru who tricks you into letting him inside. But once he's in he doesn't care about killing the neighbours he just wants to fuck you and give you all his cum milk. If you're feeling extra down bad maybe some breeding kink 😊(ofc he's the milkman in this)"

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>> @maskedpacific @sadmonke hope I did your prompts justice, a lot of it was winged 😋🥛

JJK TNMN au: all the characters of JJK just in TNMN

-!! Monsterfucking ; oral sex ; overstim(?) ; he has a really long tongue

-!! No pronouns, -- genetalia is referred to as a "hole" -- so creative reading freedom

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Doppel!Gojo who assumed the identity of your pretty boyfriend after devouring his decaying corpse behind a back alleyway,— his first and only thought of entering the complex, your complex

Doppel!Gojo who for months beforehand could only admire you from afar, confined to the shadows. He could look, but he could not touch. He’d glare in envy as his parallel self continued about his normal life,— milkman everyday, delivering your neighbors with their daily supply of dairy. His company slogan: “The Strongest”, because milk made your bones nice and strong (you see what I did there? You see the pun? Yeah.. okay, I’ll stop 😔).

He was your boyfriend,— yet he’d never look at you. You’d simply be off to the side, smiling, forced to observe as you the frustratingly cocky real Satoru Gojo borderlined flirted with your other neighbors. He didn’t even touch you anymore,— so busy socializing, working- stuck in that silly little head of his,— every night your neglected body would have to sleep in a cold bed.

The real Gojo also happened to be the strongest DDD agent out there, — the best of the best— ; when he wasn’t the milkman he was out slaughtering those wretched doppelgängers trying to claw into everyday human life. Single-handedly, he’d manage to keep your specific complex completely Doppel free for the past decade. You often wondered if you’d all survive a day without his protection. He had such a keen eye, always knowing a fake when he saw one. Yet another thing keeping him busy: he’s the strongest, he’s suppose to protect everyone,— and you were just his lover,— no, side piece.

Doppel!Gojo knew he could do better, knew he could treat you like you deserve. If— no, when — he stole the real Gojo’s life his one and only priority would be to shower you in the love and affection you so deserved. He was by far the most advanced of his kind, an almost exact replica,— having all the same defining features as the original: snowy hair, bright blue eyes,— though slightly eerier than the original pair,— and that same cocky, lopsided smirk.

You’d started to branch out, seeing as your ‘boyfriend’ clearly had more important issues— he just wasn’t ready for a relationship,— you being the biggest victim of his inflated ego. Too proud to let you go, but too self conscious to properly stand by your side

So, you’d often talk to the other residents of the complex: Nanami— a spokesperson, and Shoko— the surgeon, have quickly become your newest buddies.

Doppel!Gojo knew you like the back of his charred, clawed hand— the only differentiating key feature,- a staple of all doppelgängers. Covering them with the gloves of Gojo’s milkman uniform was easy enough. He had spent ages observing from afar, admiring,- adoring,- practically drooling everytime you’d double take in an alleyway when you swore you heard a noise behind you. He could watch you for eternity, looking inside of your apartment through an open window, cock erect and unbelievably hard in the confines of those mortal pants.

Doppel!Gojo has been patient, and now that it’s finally his turn, the only thing on his mind is getting your perfect body spread on his bed, fully bare and naked for him to feast upon.

With the “strongest” dead, it would take practically nothing for the doppelgängers to break in and overrun the place,— but all he did was slaughter whatever doppelgänger crossed his path on his way to your room. Practically breaking the door down, you had no time to react before your boyfriend slammed you against the wall, mouth open in a small “o” as he began feasting.

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“S—Satoru.?” it’s been forever since your voice pitched like that, syllables squeaking from the overdose of pleasure between your thighs

“Mmm?” the snowy white of his head lifts up momentarily from your thighs, blue eyes blinking innocently. He hums, playing with the elastic of your panties, pulling and slapping them against your thigh, “s’mthing you need, baby?”

“I.. *hic*” sparks fly through your system as his warm tongue presses against the growing wet spot of your underwear, throwing your head back, “AH– .. *hic*. n-..no-”

He smiles, all teeth, and you can’t help but feel like prey the way he eyes you; hungry, – starving, even.

“Hmm.. if you say so,”

You gasp as he tears your panties off, the cold air slapping you. He licks his lips, an animalistic urge overtaking him as he dips down between your legs.

You're stuck wide eyed, only able to watch as his snowy head bobs up and down, tongue suddenly grazing your entrance.

“S-SATORU– .. G-GAhh.. ngha~.” You mewl, pleasure curling through your body as he curls his tongue, flicking it just in the opening, almost exactly where you need him, “c-CAReful, – Sato..- aa OOh~” he takes long, full strokes with his tongue, the muscle slipping right into your slick hole. He groans at the taste of you, sloppily twisting his tongue inside. You buck your hips, fucking his tongue into you, squealing at the way he slobbers. His lips grace your ass, practically making out with the lips of your soaked folds. You can’t even question how he’s still breathing, being suffocated between your thighs, – nor why his tongue is so inhumanly long, hitting deeper than what even any human cock should, – not when he fucks you with it so good.

Sharp blades pierce the meat of your legs, causing you to shriek, the pain immediately drowning in the immense waves of pleasure racking through your body. ‘Satoru’ grips you, spreading your plush ass further while his tongue digs absurdly deep inside you. Your insides are coated in his saliva, the warm, strong muscle of his tongue finally hitting your pelvis, – and you come hard.

He eagerly laps you up, drinking from you like you were the finest of wines.

“God.. you taste.. Heavenly”

You can only shake violently as his tongue retracts from your inside, done invading your organs. Thick, heavy sobs rack your entire body, thick coils of pure pleasure tighten, wanting more.

A predatory smile donning his features, ‘Satoru’ licks his chops like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty treat. Hastily ripping off his tie and peeling away his clothing, ‘Satoru’ eases your body onto the living room couch, spreading you out perfectly for him before lowering himself on top of you.

You grab his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands. He’s practically glowing, pale, milky skin soft underneath your fingers. His blue eyes bore deeply into yours, absolutely stealing what little breath you had left away.

You should ask what the hell that was, who fuck, – or rather, – what the fuck was he, and what’d he do to your cold-shouldered boyfriend.

But as you gaze into those sapphire windows, you can only whisper;

“Do you still love me..?” voice soft and thick with the tears choking your throat.

‘Satoru’ brings is blackened claw to your face, long, agile fingers wiping away your tears,

“Of course I do… I love you more than everything, – more than you could possibly imagine.” (not like he was wrong)

You smile softly, body too weak to lift itself up to kiss him.

He brings his lips to yours, and you kiss him back.

Looks Satoru enough. --

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milk. 🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

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yandere-kokeshi · 3 months

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Warnings: yandere behavior, naga AU, and slight NSFW.

A/N: tell me if you'd like more of this wild woman + other characters. Enjoy <3!

I can't stop thinking of Naga! Valeria.

She's a highly venomous Timber Rattlesnake, extremely territorial of her forest. Hisses at anyone, especially at Alejandro, who gets even close to the perimeter. She hates sharing, food is for her and her only; feasts on any animal, and humans she can find, and doesn't care about the wet or dried blood on her face, neck, and naked breasts. Her sharpen eyes only show beast, and loves a game of cat-and-mouse.

So, when she smelled you — a mere human — she smirked. It was yet another game again, which she greatly enjoyed. But when she slithered near you, finding a rather large branch, she watched you from afar for fun.

She admired you from above — looking at a map in your hands, clothes torn and covered in dirt, scrapes on your knees, she smelled different in the air. You weren't any intruder, simply lost. And whilst most were dumb, maybe you were too, but she almost felt… pity?

Her nose scrunched, it— you were different. And she hated it.

The aura of you was different. Her forked tongue came out, tasting the air. And when she did, it hit her like a truck.

You're hers. It was the taste, smell, and pheromone that you gave off. And you were in her pocket. You were Valeria's, her beloved mate, whom she was gonna wreck and keep. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and absolutely no one else to rely on. She can already imagine it — you, on the floor with her made-pelts as a bed, keeping still with her tail slithering around you and keeping tugged to her naked chest. And that's what she did. She took you, despite your biting and fighting frame — she began to like your feistiness. And now, you live with her, in a large cave who she calls home; keeping you close to her at all times.

Naga! Valeria, whose venom takes a turn on humans: becoming a highly addictive aphrodisiac. And she uses this to her advantage.

After keeping you in the luscious cave, trying to entertain you, you had run. And it angered her.

And now, it's left you being suffocated with her tongue and lips — her hands grasping at your neck to keep you in place. Her tongue goes deep, playing with yours, and purring when you gag. Right as she's done, rubbing her thick tail all around you, she licks her spit-covered lips with your sweet, sweet scent; she can't help but smirk and giggle at your obvious worried expression.

Of course, your lips sting — but not in a bad way. Your fingers graze at your almost-numb but puckered lips, before Valeria's fingers pull away your shaken fingers. When did you start shaking?

Oh boy, and when she touches you? Claws grazing right above your hips, bringing you closer to her warm embrace? You whimper. She purrs in your ear, rubbing her nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. "Someone excited?"

Even if you shake your head, denying it, the minute her claws go inside your pants and near your V-line, you collapse in her arms. Your arms tighten around her, head laying on her naked tits, breathing heavy now, and suddenly feel warm. Too warm for comfort.

She hisses a laugh — and before you know it, her pretty bottom-body is curled all around you like a log, looking down at you with pupils dilated; in a way of saying: "You're mine, whether you like it or not". She tightens her hold when you squirm, holding her claw underneath your chin to give you more kisses. Her tongue licking the salt on your mouth, and teeth gently nibbling your cheek when you heave in hot-breath.

It's only a matter of seconds when Valeria rips off your clothes, playfully biting your ears whilst grumbling on how, 'you don't need 'em clothes' and, 'I'm warm enough to keep you warm'.

By the end of the night — or dawn if you're good at staying up regardless of her relentless tongue, hands, and tail — you're sweaty, sticky, and heaving whilst Valeria snuggles herself into your hair. She draws shapes into your sides, easily threatening you with her silence.

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sidekick-hero · 3 months

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He runs for his life, his paws hitting the snowy ground with heavy thumps. His flank hurts where the bullet buried itself, but it's distant, drowned out by his instinct to survive. He can't afford to slow down, so he pushes through, letting his instincts carry him as fast as his legs will take him.

His pursuers are only human, not equipped to keep up with a nearly grown wolf. But he's hurt, and he's exhausted, and they have guns.

Part of him wonders why he's even trying to save himself.

They killed the whole village. His parents, his friends, his neighbors. They all burned to death, and those who managed to escape the flames were slaughtered by the hunters. All except him, who managed to escape through the secret tunnels beneath their home, while his parents stayed behind to fight off the invaders.

The Harringtons had been the alphas of their pack, and it was their responsibility to protect the pack with their lives.

None of them deserved to die. No one in their pack had ever hurt a human. They hardly ever saw one, choosing to live as far away from their settlements as possible while still being able to trade with them for the goods they couldn't produce.

It didn't matter to the hunters who came late at night and ambushed them in their sleep. In their eyes, they were monsters. His parents always warned him that humans would never understand them, would always fear them, and fear breeds hatred. Humans couldn't be trusted, they weren't safe.

Back when that meant he couldn't be friends with the daughter of the blacksmith his parents did business with, he refused to believe them. But now it seems that they were always right.

Humans are not to be trusted. They're not safe.

It feels like Steve has been running for hours and still he hears them following him, following his bloody trail. They're not even stealthy, branches snapping, shouts and the occasional gunshot. He's not sure how much longer he can keep going, the pain and exhaustion finally catching up with him.

He's so focused on listening to the hunters behind him that he doesn't really look where he's going, just runs and runs and runs.

Suddenly the world turns upside down, the pain in his flank flares up, white-hot, and then everything goes dark.

He comes to slowly, his senses catching up with reality one by one.

It's warm where he lies, the sharp smell of burning wood heavy in the air. Panic rises in his throat and he can't stop the whine falling from his muzzle, it must mean he didn't make it out after all, he's still trapped in the burning ruins of his home. He's going to die here, burned alive like everyone else he's known since he was a pup.

His ears pick up other sounds over the crackling of a nearby fire. Someone is here, Steve can smell them. Smell him. It's a human, a man. His scent is strong, clinging to the soft blanket Steve can feel beneath him. He's humming a familiar tune, his voice deep and melodic, and Steve can't believe he's about to die with the tune of a nursery rhyme stuck in his head.

Heavy footsteps are coming toward him, and Steve hasn't opened his eyes yet, but he thinks the guy is wearing heavy boots. It's winter, after all, and humans don't run as hot as wolves, completely unprotected from the harshness of the season.

His whole body aches, every limb is heavy, and exhaustion is trying to drag him under again. Steve knows he's in no condition to fight, that he won't last more than a few seconds before the human kills him, but he won't die without a fight. That's not who he is.

So when he feels the human stop in front of him and fall to his knees beside Steve's motionless body, Steve attacks.

Well, he tries. But his body won't cooperate, the pain makes him so dizzy that he almost loses consciousness as he tries to rise enough to sink his teeth into the human's soft flesh. He sinks back down, with pained whimpers he tries to suppress but can't.

"Shh, hey, it's okay, buddy. I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise. I'm trying to help you, but you are gonna have to stay still and let me, okay?"

It doesn't make any sense, none of it, but he's so tired and the voice talking to him sounds so nice, warm and soothing. It makes him want to lie still and let it wash over him. With the last of his strength, he blinks his eyes open to look at the man who is about to end his life, no matter what his alluring voice promises.

The last thing Steve sees before the pain and exhaustion pulls him back under are the man's eyes. They were a rich, dark brown, like melted chocolate under a gentle heat. Their warmth held a soft depth, inviting and comforting, reminiscent of a cozy fireplace on a chilly evening. With each gaze, it was as if the soft flicker of candlelight danced within them, creating an aura of quiet reassurance.

The next time Steve is awake, he feels better. He's still weak, but the bone-deep exhaustion has eased. So has the pain, a dull ache rather than a white-hot agony that sets his nerves on fire. As he comes more and more to himself, his brain clearing the haze of sleep, he takes stock.

He's still alive.

He's still surrounded by the scent of the man who found him.

He's comfortable, a soft surface and blankets beneath him.

He's starving.

As if he heard Steve's thoughts - or more likely his growling stomach - Steve hears the man approaching again. Opening his eyes blearily, Steve sees him standing in the doorway with a plate in his hand, and the smell that hits Steve's nose makes his empty stomach cramp with hunger, and saliva floods his mouth. Roasted chicken, Steve's favorite.

"Look who's awake," the man says, and Steve wonders if he knows who Steve is or if he's one of those guys who talks to animals. He really hopes it's the latter, because that makes his chances of survival at least a little better.

The man takes another two steps towards him, but then stops and looks at him cautiously.

"Okay, last time didn't go so well, huh?" He asks, but Steve thinks it's more rhetorical. "I've got food for you, so please don't bite me? God, it's a good thing Wayne isn't here or he'd think I'd finally lost it, talking to a wolf."

Shaking his head, the man comes closer and Steve takes in his appearance. He doesn't look particularly dangerous, rather slender with dark curls and a pale complexion. He doesn't carry any weapons, but he does have an ugly scar on his face. It must have been a deep cut, and it runs in a jagged line across his cheek.

Steve tries to lift his head when the man is close enough to strike, but he only manages a few inches before sinking back down with a soft whine.

"Hey, hey, hey, you shouldn't move yet, sweetheart. It's a miracle nothing's broken, as far as I can tell, but that bullet really did a number on you, almost like it was poisoned. Bastards to do this to another being."

Silver bullet, Steve thinks. That explains the intense pain and weakness.

Then he forgets all about it the moment the smell of the chicken intensifies as the man reaches out to Steve's muzzle with a large chunk of meat between his fingers. The man, if you can call him that, probably about Steve's age, looks terrified as he does so, but he doesn't stop until Steve can close his teeth around the meat and pull it into his mouth. When the meat is gone, Steve chewing happily and the guy still in possession of all five fingers, his host breathes a sigh of relief.

"Shit, man, that was scary," the man laughs, his dimples popping. He beams at Steve as he hands him another large chunk of chicken.

This human is so weird, Steve thinks. Talking to a wolf like it's a human, chastising hunters for wounding it with what he thinks is a poisoned bullet. Feeding it its own rations by hand, during a harsh winter, no less.

Whatever plan is behind this: Steve doesn't understand it. But he's too weak to think much about it, because as soon as the plate is empty and his stomach comfortably full, Steve sinks back under.

He dreams of soft hands stroking his fur, and of someone softly singing to him the lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was a pup and woke up from a nightmare.

It becomes routine as Steve's body fights off the effects of the silver bullet.

The man, whose name was Eddie, as Steve learned during one of the many times he was sort of talking to himself, fed him meat by hand, and sometimes broth and potatoes. Every two days he would also dress his wound, always clicking his tongue at the state of it and muttering about asshole hunters.

Eddie always talked while tending to Steve, at first telling him how his body was healing and what Eddie was doing to help him. But after a while, he began to tell Steve about his days and his chores, regaling Steve with tales of his adventures while gathering firewood or preparing meals for them. It was surprisingly comforting to listen to Eddie talk, his stories always funny and dramatic, with a hint of self-deprecation.

It didn't make sense to Steve why Eddie was doing all this until one night he started talking about his uncle, who had gone to the city to find work to better support them and hadn't been home in months.

It was then that Steve realized that Eddie was lonely.

He'd been alone in that cabin in the middle of the woods for months until he found Steve lying in a ravine and carried him home.

Steve was the closest thing Eddie had to a companion in months.

Knowing that eased some of the apprehension he felt toward Eddie, because it seemed that as long as the man didn't know that Steve wasn't an ordinary wolf, he didn't have to be afraid of him.

Three weeks after Steve first woke up in Eddie's cabin, he manages to get up on weak legs and take a few tentative steps before collapsing again.

Eddie is there to catch him and by then his hands are welcome on Steve's body.

They are always gentle with Steve, stroking his fur and snout, scratching behind his ears just right. Eddie touches him all the time now, and Steve has no idea how he feels about it.

That's not entirely true, he has an inkling of what the warmth means that spreads through his body when Eddie lies down behind him on the mattress he'd put in front of the fireplace so Steve would be warm while he healed. Every night, Eddie would bury his face in Steve's fur right at his neck, a vulnerable place only close members of a pack were ever allowed to put their snouts, and stroke Steve's side and belly with gentle hands until they both drifted off to sleep.

Everything smelled of Eddie. Steve smelled of Eddie.

And Eddie had begun to smell of Steve.

It made his inner wolf purr with satisfaction, and that was such a phenomenally bad idea.

That's why Steve is trying to get back on his feet as quickly as possible, so he can leave before these feelings that have started to grow in his heart get any worse.

Eddie is human.

Humans are not to be trusted. They are not safe.

But Eddie feels safe.

Worse, he is starting to feel a lot like mate, and Eddie has no idea what that even means.

"Careful, Koda. You're still healing. There's no rush, y'know. You can stay here as long as you want, okay? This is your home now, too."

Steve whines softly at the ache in Eddie's voice and licks his neck and face to comfort him. The wet tongue probably tickles because it makes Eddie laugh, and he buries his face in the thick fur at the front of Steve's neck.

And Steve just lets him, lets him press his mouth against his throat while he nuzzles behind Eddie's ear and breathes in his scent.

Steve is fucked.

It all comes to a head a few weeks later.

Steve is now back on his feet and uses his new mobility to follow Eddie around and keep him company while he does his chores, often dozing next to him while he cooks or chops wood or sorts through their rapidly dwindling supplies. Soon Eddie will have to go hunting to keep them stocked with meat, and Eddie hates the thought. He doesn't want to hurt another creature.

That's why Steve decides to go hunting for his human. He can provide for him.

A week later, he leaves in the middle of the night, carefully slipping out of Eddie's arms around him and trotting through the little door that Eddie built into his door so that Steve could relieve himself whenever he needed to.

It goes better than Steve expected, his muscles still not back to where they used to be, but stronger and faster than he would have thought after weeks of lying around. He follows the tracks of a deer for almost an hour before he finally finds it. The hunt itself is short, the wind comes from the right direction, and the deer clearly doesn't sense him until it's too late.

Steve kills it as quickly and painlessly as possible, sure that Eddie would want him to. He thinks he would do anything to make Eddie happy.

When Steve comes back from the woods, he's dragging the deer's body with his snout, wishing he could just shift back into his human body because it would be so much easier with his hands. But the shift takes a lot out of an already weakened body, and he can't risk it. In a few weeks it will be as easy as breathing again, he's sure of that, but right now it could be a serious setback in his recovery.

He can already see the cabin through the trees when he hears Eddie's voice calling for him. He sounds panicked and Steve immediately drops his prey to run to his mate.

Eddie is not even wearing a jacket, his breath coming out in clouds of condensed air as he stumbles through the glittering snow, calling for Koda.

He calls for his wolf with panicked tears in his voice and Steve barrels into him without a second's hesitation. Eddie falls to the ground, his arms full of Steve, his hands clutching Steve's fur as if he's afraid this is a dream and Steve will disappear again.

"Koda? Oh my God, where the hell have you been? I was worried sick. I thought you just disappeared." Eddie sits up, his arms never letting go of where they are wrapped around Steve, and Steve can smell the tears on his face. He carefully licks them away as more and more follow. "Please don't leave me, please, please, please," Eddie keeps begging him, his whole body shaking and Steve wants to shift so badly. He wants to take his mate in his arms and hold him, soothe his pain and fear and promise him that he'll never leave him.

So even though he knows better, he does.

One moment Eddie is holding a big, brown wolf in his arms, and the next he is holding a very human, very naked man in his lap.

If Steve wasn't scared to death of how Eddie will react, he would laugh at the high-pitched squeal Eddie lets out when he realizes what has happened.

"Hi," Steve says, waving at Eddie with fluttering fingers. Not his smoothest moment, but to be fair, this isn't how he usually approaches someone he's attracted to. For once he is usually wearing a lot more clothes.

"Uhhh, hi?" Eddie asks, stunned. "Who... Wait, not important right now. Where is my wolf? My Koda. I just got him back."

Steve is pretty sure that Eddie must be in shock and not thinking clearly, but it warms his heart how attached he is to Steve's wolf. He hopes he can get him to like his human side just as much.

Deciding it's best to just come clean with Eddie, Steve exclaims, "Tada," and does a very silly imitation of jazz hands.

Eddie just blinks at him with big eyes.

Okay, Plan B it is, Steve thinks. "I'm him. I'm Koda. Or, well, no, I'm Steve, but you couldn't know that. But, um, yeah, I'm your wolf?" Steve cringes at the your, but it's too late to take it back, and besides, he really wants to be Eddie's wolf.

He wants to be Eddie's everything.

"I knew it!"

Eddie's sudden outburst startles Steve so much that he almost falls off Eddie's lap before Eddie's arms tighten around him.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just... my mom told me about wolves that could turn into humans. She used to tell me stories about how they used to be the protectors of villages and towns, the friends and companions of humans, before some humans turned against them, jealous of the admiration and status they had with the villagers, and drove them away. Mama said that when a wolf chooses you as a mate, you are blessed for life. She always wanted to meet one of you."

Steve knows about Eddie's mother, another story he told Steve under the protective cover of night as they lay on their mattress, Steve's fur soaking up Eddie's tears as he talked about losing his mother when he was only ten.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Steve still has to ask, his heart beating as fast as the wings of a bird taking flight.

Eddie looks at him as if the thought had never occurred to him. "Afraid of you? Koda... I mean, Stevie, can I call you Stevie?" at Steve's nod Eddie continues, "Are you going to hurt me?"

Now it's Steve's turn to look at Eddie in disbelief. "What? No! Never! Eddie, I promise I would never hurt you. I just thought that you..."

"That I would hurt you if I found out what you are?" Eddie asks quietly, his thumb stroking Steve's collarbone.

"Yes," Steve admits in a low voice. "But not anymore."

"No?" He sounds so hopeful when he asks this, so trusting in the way he holds Steve in his arms, even after learning of Steve's true nature. Steve smiles down at the man who saved him, who tended to him, who cared for him.

His human.

His mate, if Eddie will let him. Steve thinks he might.

"No, I feel safe with you."

Eddie's answering smile is blinding, and Steve has to kiss him, right here in the snow, sitting buck naked in Eddie's lap, the morning sun bathing them in its hopeful light.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #werewolf steve harrington #human eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #day 10 #love is feeling safe #my writing

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sourpeachsayshi · 2 months

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omg peach if you could write a little something for me and sukuna in a garden 🌺 thank you!!

༺tags༻ virgin!princess reader; demon king sukuna; haunting au; reader is watched; suggestive; describes the reader's hair "sukuna plays with he strand"; size difference; all characters are 21+

༺notes: I want to write more of this!! thank you for sending this ask in!! ༻

your palace is cursed by the being who originally built it. countless of stories have been shared between the maids and workers. as a result keeping staff was difficult, but as the princess you had nowhere else to run.

this is your home.

you’ve never thought much of it until recently, when you began spotting a pair of red eyes in the shadows. when you started hearing the echo of a dark laugh through the empty hallways. feel the tickle of hot air against your neck whenever you undress, before catching a tall, broad figure in the reflection of your mirror.

you were being watched.

your heart flutters wearily in your chest, while you hold the lantern in your hand. you're light on your feet, careful not to make a sound. "momo?" you whisper, your eyes squinting in search for the warm fur of your beloved kitten. you don't know what possessed her to bound out of your bedroom and run down the hallways so erratically. but here you are now, all alone on the massive palace grounds trying to find her.

the wind brushes against your cheek, making you spin on your heels nervously, but you see nothing and can only hear the soft rustle of the leaves from the trees. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, swallowing your fear as you continue trudging between the bushes and flowers.

you don't want to leave her out here all by herself.

"momo?" you repeat, speaking a little louder this time even though there's a crack in your voice.

you just can't stop thinking about those red eyes.

you stand in place for a few seconds, slumping your shoulders in defeat. you're unable to shake off the eerie feeling despite the peaceful scene around you. you've moved deeper into the garden now, the beautiful grounds bathing underneath the glow of the soft moon. your bare feet cold against the earth.

you sniffle quietly to yourself, rubbing the tip of your icy nose. you conclude that you'll just have to ask the guards to find her in the morning, and as you take a step back to turn around and return to your quarters, you feel yourself hit a tree.

your heart quivers. your robe is caught within it's sharp branches, but as you drop your guard to try and untangle yourself, you freeze when you notice the figure behind you move.

"shouldn't you be in bed, your highness?"

the blood drains from your face, your ears ring out of fear at the sound of the low, gruff voice.

you slowly drop your hands by your side. your fingers relaxing uneasily before letting go of the lantern.

it lands on the ground perfectly with a tiny thump.

the catch tightens against your waist, only then do you recognize the touch of a hand.

"you're usually asleep at this hour," he adds on.

the shadow moves, circling around you like a predator whose finally caught it's prey. your eyes draw up at the presence of his daunting height, your lips parting in awe identifying those familiar irises.

there was a heavy aura surrounding him, the crisp air now thick and making it harder for you to breathe. he's wearing a black robe, most of his chest exposed to reveal the intricate tattoos on his body. his hair reminded you of autumn, the fiery change of the leaves just before they turned a muted brown. he looked human, just like you, but the chill seizing your spine was a staunch reminder that he isn't.

he's not of this world. he's nothing like you.

"looking for something?" he teases, bringing forward the hand hidden behind his back.

he slightly unfurls his fingers, revealing your precious kitten in his palm. she somehow looks even smaller, her paws latched to his finger as she nips her small fangs into his skin.

you tremble as you reach for her, but the being moves his hand behind his back.

he clicks his tongue, curling his spine forward to meet your face. "not even a thank you, your highness?" he remarks with disapproval, feigning his distaste by pinching his brow.

"please," you whisper quietly, fully consumed by fear.

"remembered your manners, I see..." he chuckles, his free hand moving to touch the strands of your hair. his eyes fall to the lock between his fingers, which he twirls with playful ease. "my wife had a pet too. a white cat named yuki..."

your chest rises and falls heavily when you notice the distance in his eyes. the red deepens as memories bleed through but he is quick to blink back into the present.

"please don't hurt her...or-or me..." you beg, remembering your old maiden stating that if you show respect to the ancient demon king, then he may spare your life.

the being quirks his brow. "I've had my eyes on you this whole time, princess. have I hurt you yet?"

your heart drops to the pit of the stomach at his confirmation, affirming what you've been suspicious of this whole time.

you shake your head no.

he releases your hair, his fingers curling carefully around your throat. "thank me properly," he commands, using his thumb to outline the curve of your bottom lip.

your cheeks burn. no man has ever touched you this intimately before. but your move on instinct, submitting to his will in the hopes to leave his clutches. you stand on your tiptoes to meet him halfway, pressing your lips into the corner of his mouth where you leave a chaste peck.

you drop back on your heels but he doesn't loosen his hold just yet. your pulse skips over itself when he tightens his fingers instead, his eyes boring into your own.

they looked somber.

"you look so much like her," he whispers, the gentle tone of his voice catching you off guard as everything else around you goes still.

seconds pass until he unravels himself. taking your shaking hands into his own where he carefully hands off your kitten. you curl the tiny animal into your chest, your body tingling unexpectedly.

"you better run back before they notice that you're gone,"he warns, the timbre of his voice rough and unsettling. "or before I decide to keep you here for good."

you squeeze you legs unexpectedly as you nod your head, then dash back towards the palace, and leaving your lantern behind.

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Kinkmas 4

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I need more Spider content and if that means I need to write it myself, then so be it! All characters are aged up!

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Pairing: Spider x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Creampie, Cockwarming

“I can’t believe you got us lost!” you say throwing your arms in the air.

“Me? You’re the one that just had to follow that nantang pup!” Spider exclaims back. “Well I thought you said you knew your way around this part of the forest!! Besides, now we’re out here in the dark because you got your hair tangled in that branch and it took forever to get you out!”

“Whatever, right now, what we need is a fire. We should be far away enough from any crazy predators that a fire won’t draw too much attention.” he starts to explain while gathering twigs and branches to build a fire with.

You watch as he quickly and meticulously arranges all the wood together into a neat pile and he picks up two stones to start a spark. Surprisingly, he manages to get it to catch pretty fast. You sit in your spot and hold your knees to your chest trying to stay warm.

It feels like hours go by watching the fire gradually grow bigger and warmer, but still not quite warm enough for comfort.

Lying on your side, your eyes watch the dancing flames while Spider looks over at you.

“You still look cold. We should probably huddle together if we want to actually be warm enough.” he suggests.

The idea bounces around in your head for a moment before you nod your head and let him approach you. Your face feels hot from more than just the fire when his arms wrap around your middle. Despite being human, all the years of living on Pandora and with the Na’vi had given Spider the build of a Na’vi. He was slim and full of lean muscles and a tall stature. Being close to him now has you acutely aware of the clenching between your thighs.

While you’re lost in your musings, Spider shifts a bit behind you and that’s when you notice something thick and firm pressing against your ass. Your eyes go wide with the realization when you turn to look at him.

“Is that your–”

“Shut up. I can’t help it.” he quips back at you with an obvious red tinge on his face.

You’re not sure what’s crazier about this situation right now, the fact that Spider was holding you with his boner pressing right up against you, or the fact that you were getting wetter by the second. You shift a little and not-so-accidentally press your ass more against him. You can feel how he reacts when his hands hold on to you a little tighter. He responds by grinding his still-covered dick into you hard and slow. You can hear how he stifles his moan and it makes you clench around nothing.

“Spider…” it comes out as more of a moan than you mean for it to, but he still understands. The heat is bordering on unbearable between the actual fire and your breath starting to fog your mask. But you couldn’t care less when his fingers work to uncover your steadily clenching pussy. He plays with your puffy folds, spreading them and sliding between them as he pleases eliciting small moans and whimpers from you. Heavy breaths and the crackling of the flames is all you can hear while his fingers continue their ministrations. Soon enough, he can’t take it anymore and he’s sliding his own tewng to the side.

When he enters you, it’s slow and purposeful. One hand supporting your leg under the knee to hold you open for better access. You both shudder when he bottoms out. His thrusts are slow and drag deliciously against your sweet spot. Low grunts and groans from Spider behind you make your walls hug tighter around him.

“Shit…so tight” he breathes out.

“Ah! Mmf…haah Spider…”

His head falls against your shoulder and his eyebrows pull together trying to hold his composure, even though he knows that he’s done for. You’re not far behind him, your thighs quivering and toes curling.

It’s only after a few more strokes, you feel warmth start to spread from Spider spilling inside of you.

“Fuuuck…” he almost growls, letting the pleasure wash over him. At the same time, your walls spasm and shake under the weight of your own high crashing into you.

As you come down, you notice Spider hasn’t moved or made any attempt to pull out of you yet.

“Spider?”

He hums a response to you without opening his eyes.

“You wanna pull out of me anytime soon?”

“Nah, we’re supposed to be staying warm, right? This is perfect.”

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 7 days

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To Whisper Your Name pt.1

Konig x Reader Roman Goddess AU

Warnings: Violence ( minor character deaths), Roman deity inaccuracies, history inaccuracies, talks of SA

Reader is loosely based on the Roman Goddess Felicitas (Goddess of good fortune and luck)

It is not rare for minor gods/ goddesses to go unthought of. Some rise to fame as others are forgotten. Not many remember the deities of flowers, trees, or other smaller things. They remember Jupiter, Neptune, Venus. The greats, the Gods. Smaller gods go about their lives enjoying the few who do remember them. The small alters the mortals create for them, adorned with what is associated with said deity. They get offerings, praise, songs sung in their name.

Others are forgotten. Some deities share common rulings and the more famous deity gets the praise. They get the offerings, the songs, the alters. They get the memories. The smaller deity is left to watch humanity progress, knowing they are nothing to them but a passing face. Some grow depressed, heartbroken to be forgotten. Some grow mad, killing those who pray to the more famous deity. Most are unhappy or indifferent. They are too out of touch with humanity, differences between God and mortals being too many to connect with one another.

Despite all, you connect. The goddess of good fortune and luck, or as I should say, the small goddess of good fortune and luck. Throughout time, as you were forgotten and Fortuna rose to fame, you assimilated with the mortals. The fascination overtaking the grief pushed you to live among them. You aren’t well known among your village, just a simple face that passes by occasionally. Your home resides along the lake, a small and hidden house, property of an old man you met years before. You became like family to him, knowing who you are, he did his research. He offered you home, community, he offered you the human experience.

It was a quiet life, predictable, quaint. You go to the fishing grounds, bless the unsuspecting fishermen. You do the same to the cloth weavers, the doctors, the children playing. None may know, but fortune is on their side. It was a simple existence, a comfortable one.

A change happened at nightfall. Taking a late night walk was common, having no need for sleep. You’d walk a few miles, stay in a tree, maybe take a swim, then head back to your home. Tonight was no different. You opted to stay in a tree in a nearby forest, taking in the night sky, constellations seeming to taunt you with an unknown reason. Memories of when you were among the other deities fill your mind, a bittersweet taste left in your mind. Shouting and the crunching of twigs below rip you from your thoughts, whimpers from women below causing the hair on your arms to stand up.

Below, you see a small group of women with their arms shackled to a long chain. There are 2 men, daggers glinting in the moonlight. There’s no torch, no lantern, to light their way. It’s clear they are trying to be unseen, to steal these women. They adorn Roman clothing, as do the women, and seem to be heading away from the village.

“Please I’m begging you, I have children! They have no father and no one to look for them” A woman begs shakily.

“Then we will be back for them. I know someone who would pay bronze for youth like them” A man cackles and shoves the woman for her noise.

“Oh Gods, Please save us, if you can hear me” A woman whispers, kissing her hands and raising them to the sky.

Her voice is so broken, as if she's unable to conjure hope. Heart aching for these women but unable to physically intervene, you bless them.

“Luck be upon you” Falls from your lips in the form of a whisper.

As they are almost gone, a branch snapping catches the men's attention. Heads whipping in the direction of the noise was their first mistake. A soldier in Roman attire sneaks behind the leading man, dagger cutting through his throat as if it were simply fat.

The other three men turn and draw their weapons, preparing for attack. Their stance resembles that of a cornered, angry cat. One other soldier emerges from the dark. His towering frame, only being able to be described as a giant, unsheathed his sword from his holster. The glare from the moonlight shining off his sword gives an eerie and unsettling feeling in an already disturbing situation.

“Give in and come willingly, or face the same fate as your foolish leader” His voice is higher pitched than expected, yet still effectively intimidating. His accent is foreign, sounding from the north.

Ignorance clearly being their strong suit, the smugglers charge at the giant, only to be met immediately with a blade. The first one falls and seconds later, the other one is ripped through, practically in half, blood spilling like a never ending prayer. The men are ripped through like a tarp, eyes widening and dulling over.

The last man remaining drops his weapon, falling to his knees like a worshiper to their God. The giant stalks towards him, gripping his hair and tilting him back. You can feel the fear radiating off of the smaller man's body, most likely praying to the gods as the women they stole did.

“Your incompetence fails you. What were you planning for them?” He demands, gesturing to the women. They cower under the man's gaze.

The man remains silent, his mouth gaping like a fish, in search of words.

“Have mercy, please!” He begs, tears seeming to form.

The giant chuckles in an unamused manner, “Were you to have mercy on them? The gods have turned their backs on you. Now I will ask you again” He grips tighter, voice low and in a low growl, “What. Were. You. Planning? Who is your superior?”

The man refuses to answer and is swiftly met with a blade, as he serves no purpose. The giant and his partner turn their attention to the women, moving to remove their shackles. The women seem more frightened of them than they did the men that stole them. Perhaps it's because these men are soldiers, making it easy for them to be overpowered.

“Where are you from?” The giant asks a woman as he removes the shackles. The woman says she was visiting her family in a nearby village when the men came. The other women say something similar.

“It seems they had a type. Easily able to make them disappear if they only have a couple connections in a different village.” The other man states, the giant nodding.

They move the women to the same town you live in, keeping them in a new location until they find the leader of whatever ring they were getting sold into. You climb down the tree and quietly follow behind. The women are escorted to a separate cluster home and the men head to what seems to be a military station building.

Before the giant walks into the building, he looks behind him out of habit and spots you already looking at him. You quickly turn and walk away, not trying to attract unwanted attention. You make it to the lake before you hear a twig snap, someone being with you. Knowing who it is, you don't even bother to turn around, staying still.

“Why did you run?” He asked in an accusatory tone, walking up to you. His frame towers over you, his shadow overtaking yours. You turn towards him, finally meeting his eyes. His face is covered in a cloth, his eyes being the only exposed area. His gaze is stern, like that of a king.

“I've never seen a soldier like you before” you lie seamlessly, appearing innocent, “When you saw me, I worried I would possibly provoke you. Some soldiers around here hate when we stare”

He looks down at you, head slightly tilting. In mock or curiosity, you can't tell. There’s a long pause of silence, neither of you moving.

“Sir?” You ask quietly, “May I go back home now? I fear it will worry my family if I am out too late”

“You will meet me in the town square tomorrow at dusk,” He states, turning to walk away, “I will find you if you fail to come. Do not make that mistake, flos”

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He Who Comes from under the Water

Chapter 11 - The Dive

Monster!König X she/her afab Reader

CN: Mentions of possible death and injury, fear of water, nearly drowning, mentions of possibly getting hurt, inappropriate use of an axe, depression and bad mental health, on character is passively suicidal, cannibalism, fear of being alone, fear of separation from a loved one, lack of self-confidence, kissing, making out, partial nudity

Notes for better understanding at the bottom!

Beta-read by the equally afflicted @queenquazar. Unhinged writing and editing sessions in the dead of night wouldn't be the same without you.

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Masterlist

Hope you enjoyed your summer as I have but now as it's getting colder, darker and most importantly weather outside, I am fairly sure updates will roll quicker now.

also I need to do more trips with my camera, I am running out of decent looking header photos.

I made a playlist for this series. Enjoy.

The fresh morning breeze caressed over your slowly warming up skin. Branches of trees danced a lazy rhythm and the late birds of summer sang their song. Ghost stood next to you, wrapped in his coat made of leaves and moss and sturdy solitude, as you both looked up to the window of your bedroom. König was in there, still asleep and out of your reach.

“Let’s try to wake up König one more time.”

Hope reared its head as you heard Ghost’s words.

But not too high.

“How?” You wondered out loud. “I am sorry that you feel stuck here with me, but König did not wake up last time you tried. Why should he now?”

“Maybe we need to try harder,” Ghost replied and grabbed Königs axe.

Your eyes widened.

“Hold on!” You tried to stop what was unfolding before you, only to witness Ghost grow in size, taller than the trees, taller than the house, and far away from your little human words.

“Enough, little brother,” Ghost groaned from high above you and you had to shield your ears from the loud thundering voice “It is time to wake up. I am tired of guarding your Bride in your stead.”

Birds took off, the earth shook and trees froze as in fear of the giant that was said to be their guardian.

Ghost straightened up and turned to the house.

“Hey!”

Like an animal on the hunt that got caught, Ghost froze and turned back, staring down at you with an oddly blank expression.

“What are you up to, Ghost?” You called, trying to ignore the little voice in your mind telling you that shutting up and quivering in fear before the giant was a smarter strategy to survive.

“Why the axe?” You squeaked as you tried not to squeak.

Ghost blinked, confused by this little being that was his future sister in law. Such a flimsy thing of flesh and bone, shouting at him from her place in the dirt. Ghost glanced at the axe, shaking his head.

“Right. I am sorry. I am not used to explaining myself but you have every right to ask,” Ghost admitted, and fell back into a shape more approachable to you, like a shadow growing smaller by the change of light.

“You can do it.” Ghost said. “Hit König with the axe to wake him up.”

You blinked, it was your turn to stare confused.

“He is just the Vodyanoy napping in water. Swinging an axe against him is like hitting the surface of a lake, stirring up a few waves but nothing else. He will be fine. And hopefully he will wake up from it.” Ghost explained and passed you the heavy axe before growing in size again.

You looked down onto the massive wood axe in your hands, the wooden handle old and used.

“Are you sure that will work, Ghost?” Uncertainty creeping up in your mind and voice, worry and frustration manifesting about your fiance’s wellbeing and actions.

“Have you ever heard of running water getting cut?” Ghost answered. “I am not saying König will like it, but it won’t harm him. Trust me.”

You swallowed, feeling uneasy. Hitting a human with an axe in their sleep was murder. Plain and simple. But, König was as much a human as you were a fish. His skin shifted and shaped as he pleased. He ruled the waters and even summoned them in his dreams after not sleeping for who knows how long, destroying your room. And his eyes…

“I understand this might be a lot to ask,” Ghost paused. “You will have to trust me on this one, Vodyanitza.”

His words danced through your mind like willow branches in the wind. If Ghost would have wanted to and this was ill-intentioned, he could have harmed König without bothering to talk and convince you of this plan. Maybe there was a point in trusting Ghost even if the thought of König getting hurt made you grow colder inside than the cooler morning breeze ever could.

You looked up to the giant and nodded.

“Let’s do this.”

“Hold on tight,” He stated and grabbed you to place onto the window sill to your bedroom. Like a leaf he tumbled into the room after you, turning himself small again and landing in the splashing water on your bedroom floor.

You cried out, first in surprise than dreadful fear from all the water suddenly around you as the heavy axe slipped out of your fingers and landed in the water, sinking down with a shallow ‘clunk’ against the wooden planks.

“Ghost. I-” you eyed the water splashing around the room like a lively river. Or a dark river, a deep river, deep enough to drown. “I am afraid of water. I can’t get down from here. I can’t do it.”

Ghost made a sound that could have been a grumbled curse whispered by a tree before being hit by lightning.

“A Vodyaniza who fears the water,” He stated. “Sounds right like the mess my brother would cause. Alright, I’ll do it then.”

“Wait,” You looked at König as you tried to calm your nerves as you took deep calming breaths. He was still deep asleep. A mess of tangled unhuman limbs and scales and hair and skin in the waters of your flooded room. Panic and fear surged from all the water, but you forced those emotions in you aside as you tried to commit his sight to your memory, just in case something was to go wrong.

“Okay,” You finally agreed and nodded to Ghost.

This was it.

Ghost picked up the axe from the water and raised it high before swinging it down onto König.

The impact of the axe connecting with Königs head sounded like thunder rolling over you.

Loud and painful and final.

Suddenly, like a storm, the water rose and reached high before you, waves building and crashing at your feet as you held onto the window frame for dear life while trying to see through the room filled with fine droplets of water and foamy waves.

A groan rang through your ear.

Königs voice - strained and painfully familiar.

Another groan as you heard a second hit from the axe through the wild waters before you … like…

…like a yawn before having to leave bed, yet still feeling tired.

“König?” You hoped aloud, your voice being drowned out by the rushing water and Ghost’s deep voice.

“Wakey-wakey, brother! Stop making your Bride wait for you!”

“Urgh.”

A massive wave crashed right next to the wall with your window, breaking the glass and causing the house to shake from the impact.

“Get up, little brother.” You could not see through all the splashing water before you, only hearing the sound of Ghost’s deep voice. “Stop being dramatic and flooding your girl’s room. It’s rude.”

A third axe hit thundered through the little space before you. More water rose and a wave finally hit you. You wailed as you tried to fight against the dreadful flood, with desperate fingers you reached for safety. Catching the clammy window frame, the sill, and finally just the thin fabric of the curtains until the pull of the retreating water consumed you and took you in to the deep waters.

The silence of being underwater was more unbearable for your mind than the loud crashing of waves and shattering sounds of the hitting axe above.

For a moment fear froze your body and you could not help but stare as you floated impossibly downwards at the sight of König, coiled up like a serpent snake and shifting scales reflecting the light. His eyes were closed except for a sliver of that beautiful blue peeking into the world as if the king of everything under the water was about to wake up. Bubbles of air fought their way out of your lungs and you felt panic as you watched the axe hitting König from above.

Would he be fine?

No blood came out of the wound that broke as the axe connected with Königs sleeping shape. You watched König being unharmed and lazily stretching his long limbs and body as you floated downwards, taken by a strong current in the impossibly deep waters of your bedroom.

Wait, would you be fine?

König did not notice any of it. Instead, his eyes only slightly fluttered, as if merely being tickled awake - lazy, unfocused blinking of blue eyes before sharpening up. Still sleepy, he looked around as if confused if he was still dreaming or awake. Finally, König locked eyes with you and smiled. It was a beautiful smile, toothy and life-savingly-relieving to see him coming back to his senses.

You did not smile back. The air bubbles in your mouth were too precious a cargo to smile for König, opting instead for an unhappy grimace and some waving motions that hopefully spelled out: ‘I don’t want to be here and need your help to get out’.

For a moment, a very long moment as you struggled, König blinked before the realisation kicked in. He was far away, so far away from you in the waters that he had dreamed up. Yet, unbelievably quick the serpent body moved and changed as König headed for you. With hands, not scaled claws anymore, König reached out as he fought his way through a whole ocean between you and him as a last air bubble left your mouth.

Your head was spinning and you started to lose sight as you felt hands on you that lifted you up and out of the water.

You coughed, ungraciously spitted out water as König tried wiping out hair and tangled clothes out of your face.

“Bride! Are you okay?”

You vomited water at his feet and chest while he held you like a cat that got rescued from the floods, close to his body and patting you like a little animal.

“She looks fine.” Ghost’s gravelly voice sounded through the air as you still tried to blink and see. “You better worry about this flood you caused.”

“Oh. Right.” You felt König shift and then the sound of water draining away as if someone had pulled a plug.

You coughed again for good measure, still feeling weak and miserably wet. The cold was starting to set in as the rush of fear and panic started to run out.

Shivering, you tried wiping away the water from your face and opened your eyes.

Your bedroom was a mess. But not in the way your mother would have disapproved of but in a way she would have questioned whether or not it was still habitable. The water was gone, but the signs of the flood were catastrophically clear with nothing being dry, in pieces or not where it ought to be. Your bed was a pile of torn fabrics and splintered wood. The chest with your clothing, tipped over and empty, looked like a sad hungry animal no one had bothered to feed. And your few personal possessions, kept toys from your childhood, gifts from friends, clothes lying around the floor. Ghost was standing before you on something that might have been pieces of your wedding dress, leaning on the axe with the same skull-covered expression as always, yet appearing somewhat amused under it.

And König - he was holding you up to his chest, his hands still patting you helplessly as if that could help you. He looked human. Mostly. The hair was as messy as the first day you saw him, covering most of his face except for blue eyes burning through with worry.

“I-” you rasped despite the storm of emotions waging through you. “I was so worried about you, König.”

Another cough.

“But I have never been as angry as this before. What did you do with my room? And my wedding dress. Also-”

You felt like there was still some water in places of your body where none was supposed to be, wheezing and shaking your head from the uncomfortable feeling.

“-put me down. You are so cold and I feel like I am freezing in your arms.”

Guiltily, König put you down, mumbling something that could have been an apology while Ghost choked on something that could have been a laugh.

You paid no attention to them, concentrating on your weak legs to hold you and carry you to the torn pieces of your wedding dress. Ghost stepped aside and watched you with open curiosity as you held your dress in disbelief of how quickly your work had turned into rags. Holding back tears, you let the fabric fall back down with a wet squelching sound and turned to the door. If you were lucky the hinges still worked and you could walk out on your own and warm you up again downstairs, away from the left battlefield that used to be your sanctuary.

You stumbled, reaching for the handle and opening the door only to face another cruel adversary.

The stairs.

There was no way you were able to make it down the steps without breaking your neck with how wobbly your legs felt and how ridiculously shaky your hands twitched.

You turned around, the pleading frustration in your eyes too visible for König not to step closer and peaking at the obstacle in your way.

He nodded while trying to control whatever emotions attempted to govern his face.

“Allow me, Bride.” He asked and lifted you up again before carrying you downstairs and into the kitchen, setting you down before the warm oven.

Ghost followed and started preparing tea and a hot stone before leaving the room as König returned with dry clothes for you, magically found somewhere in a part of the house that hadn’t been flooded. You looked at the pieces offered in his hands, only to see that it was a mix of mostly your fathers and brothers clothes from the storage. You did not care. They were dry and the village would judge you no matter what you wore. Might as well just do the best for yourself.

Unceremoniously, you stripped out of your dripping clothes. König held and steadied you where you needed it and grabbed the discarded pile of fabrics to put it up on the laundry line outside once you were done.

You stayed where you were, leaning close to the oven in the hopes of warming up quickly, and refusing to do anything before feeling less miserable.

Ghost was still a guest. And König was your fiance. A good hostess and bride would have started serving them the food that you had previously prepared.

A good hostess and bride would not have been dipped into a pool of dreamed up water in their own bedroom either. You thought bitterly before adding a relieving Fuck it.

Someone knocked at the door and you called them in.

Ghost reappear from the outside with a blanket of moss and leaves, wrapping it around you and placing you in the nearest chair to the oven before passing you a cup of the freshly brewed tea.

“Thank you,” You rattled through cold lips.

König returned with more wood for the oven and added a large log to feed the fire. You had shown him how to care for a fire, never expecting he would ever find a need for it. Both brothers hustled and moved around your little kitchen, hardly speaking and only every once in a while giving you worried glances as they made sure all work of a proper household would be done while you rested and warmed yourself. You closed your eyes, letting the feeling of being safe and cared for, seep in.

This day, even if it was slightly past midday, had punched all energy out of you while also confronting you with every possible emotion a human heart could feel. Waking up in the flood, alone and confused, next to your water serpent like fiance, meeting your future brother-in-law who thought you would die soon, nearly drowning once again while your fiance woke from the literally deepest nap possible in your now destroyed room. You sighed, not even bothering to bring order into your mind.

Instead, you gratefully thought how you finally weren’t alone even if it was scary at times to share your life with beings so different from you - König, Ghost, Farah, talking animals and murderous Rusalkis. Yes, this had been another moment where you could have been harmed. And mourning your room and things destroyed by the flood, was one of many things in the curled grey corners of your mind. There was still anger and confusion in you why it all had happened. But you weren’t alone anymore to face those things on your own. There were people around you now that noticed you and cared for your well-being. Clearly, not all of them to the same degree or out of the same motive. You understood that. But your lost room and wedding dress, your fears and secrets and longings felt more like a coherent song than a desperate cry for help when it wasn’t just your voice.

Someone touched you softly on the shoulder and you opened your eyes.

“Hey.” König stood before you with his blue watery eyes and wild hair.

Both brothers had paused their busy work and stood with their attention turned towards you.

“How are you feeling?” Ghost asked gravely from his far away spot at the door and reached for more tea for you with his long unhuman arms without moving.

You shivered, unsure if from the cold or from the odd reminder that neither of the men were human.

“Better,” You replied. “Thank you for giving me time to recover.”

Your eyes wandered to König, craving to hear his voice again and feel his warming eyes on you. He looked away, avoiding your gaze.

Your little heart dropped deeper than the waters in your room had been, fighting hard to soldier on.

You cleared your throat.

“Well,” you squeaked, your voice still feeling thin and fragily human as you addressed the giant men. “I am starving. This is not how a host normally does it in this house since all I did was sit and rest now. But how about we eat?”

The rabbit stew that you had made this morning smelled tempting and promising from its reheating spot in the oven and you heard your own stomach growl.

“Thank you for the invite, Vodyanitza,” Ghost declared, slightly bowing his head. “But we will have to do that another time.”

“Oh,” You huffed, slightly disappointed.

Ghost stilled, as if thinking before taking a deep breath.

“It has been lovely meeting you, my dear sister-in-law. It’s been a pleasure. Also- ” He paused. “I may have treated you rougher than necessary and I do apologise for that. If you ever need help, just send for me. I may not appear to be the most, let’s say, approachable. But I do hope that there is nothing but the best for you and I am looking forward to your wedding.”

“You are coming after all?” König finally spoke, surprise ringing in his voice as he turned to his brother.

Ghost nodded. “It’s not every day a brother of mine gets married. I need to make sure you don’t drown your own wedding guests.”

König forced a smile.

“Graves marries someone new every couple of years,” He interjected.

“Graves married and remarried so much, he hardly needs his elder brother to tell him how to plan a party. He knows what he is doing.”

Both brothers chuckled and you smiled at the sight, remembering your own brother.

“Before I go, dear sister, allow me to give you something.”

Ghost reached into his coat. From the depths of his pockets he produced a huge leaf, rolled up into a package and bound together with a simple string.

“I suppose you have none yet, but a future queen should wear one. It would look good on your wedding day.”

You took the package from his hands and pressed it slightly, trying to guess what was inside.

“Thank you, Ghost. Why-“

“Open it.”

Obediently you opened the little knot holding the leaf together with slow, cold fingers and unrolling what was inside.

You gasped.

In your hands was a Kokoshnik, large and covered with fine embroidery and colourful stones of green and blue. It felt firm in your hands. And it wanted to be worn. Like a crown, proud and bright for a special day. At least one thing you would have for your wedding day.

You thought back a sob at the thought of your torn wedding dress, your fingers still holding the precious crown like an anchor.

“I am sure König will gladly help you put it on. But don’t lose it. I made it for you and there is no other like it. It will protect you when you walk in the forest.”

“I…”, you huffed, “…don’t know what to say. This is very beautiful. Thank you.”

Ghost just waved with his hand like it was nothing.

“Don’t say anything and just wear it to keep you safe. Do me that favour.”

You nodded, out of words.

“Well, I’ll be gone then. The forest calls me.” Ghost turned to the door and you started to get up to send him off. “Don’t you dare get up, sister. What’s the point of the Kokoshnik if you fall sick from the cold and exhaustion. No, stay right where you are.”

You fell back onto your spot, the moss blanket encasing you like a cocoon of earthly smell and warmth.

“Save travels then, Ghost.” You spoke. “Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it.” He waved and stepped outside, followed by König.

You sat there, hearing them talk and laugh and wishing each other well without making much out of it.

Then, finally, Ghost was away.

The rest of your day was spent alone with your own thoughts. König, aside from making sure you ate and rested, hardly spoke to you. His distance confused you. It gave a feeling of newfound loneliness when you stared at the unfamiliar ceiling with the wrong knots in the wood and the wrong bedding around you as you leaned against the oven. Ghost’s reassurances just a couple of hours ago now felt like a lie. You were no queen. And there was no way for you to live long enough to ever learn how to be one for König that was good enough. No standing on a box or life saving spells could change that. The finality of your fate was devastatingly simple. You would drown and König, your beloved König, would find himself a better queen. Why else did he withdraw himself like that?

The mauling insecurities inside of you stopped you from asking.

Instead you listened to König rummaging upstairs while you dozed under your moss blanket, practised drawing letters in the ashes of your oven or thought about how you could fix your wedding dress. It was pointless but you had little else to do and so you continued like you had always done.

König had brought the dress out together with the rest of your wet belongings, hanging it up to dry in the sun. The liberating concentration kept you from your dark thoughts: you had watched the dress through the window, mentally placing one piece of rag over the other in the hopes of possibly having a saving idea as the rags swayed gently in the breeze. It had worked until the light grew low and the trees around the house in the garden had started to spawn more unpleasant shadows than welcome distractions.

You got up from your cosy spot and started preparing dinner. Still feeling weak, your legs carried you with a slight tremor as your whole body was plagued by a deep tiredness. It came from all those times not resting. It felt like all those tears not shed. It was a tiredness that wasn’t fixed by sleeping longer one night because it was deeper than the soreness in your muscles and bones. It was the dark abyss of water calling for you. But you could lie to yourself. Opting to go to bed and calling it a day in the hopes that tomorrow would be better. Sometimes, giving up was actually a smart thing.

You huffed, once again forced to consider the reality of your situation.

Going to bed? Where? Your bedroom was destroyed. And the other rooms in your house had been packed up and sealed when your family died. Back then it was too much to bear seeing their things and looking at the places they used to rest. Even now, under no condition were you ready or willing to disturb those rooms. The easiest for you would probably be to sleep here in the kitchen.

But what about König? Would he need to sleep too? Flood the rest of the house and destroy every last bit of habitable space as he took you out in your sleep? Or would he leave you tonight and watch as the human-monsters and monsters-monsters finally had their feast with you. The thought nearly entertained you. Maybe that was better than drowning and at least some poor Tschort would enjoy a bit of your precious meat.

You chuckled at your own morbid thoughts.

But it was not night yet, and maybe there was a bit of queenly pride inside of you yet as you decided to brace yourself for an overdue conversation with König, leaning against the kitchen counter for support.

You opted to make some food. Since it might be your last chance to enjoy a meal before you became a meal, you took your time. There was not much to be done for dinner: heating the left-over stew, cutting some bread made of acorn flour, setting the table. After you finished, you steeled yourself for the hardest part.

“König?” You called upstairs. “Would you like to eat dinner with me?”

You held your breath and waited as the rumbling from upstairs stopped.

“It’s fine if you are busy, but I am hungry and would love your company,” You coaxed.

Heavy steps sounded through the wooden house, causing the old stairs to creak under the weight of the Vodyanoy.

König emerged into the kitchen, bowing down slightly under the marginally too low ceiling and looking at you sheepishly.

“Are you sure, Bride?” He asked. “I haven’t finished repairing your room.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, too stunned to speak before you swallowed down a good chunk of your raging insecurities.

“So that’s what you have been doing up there,” You finally said. “I did not know.”

König looked to the ground like he had been caught stealing goodies from the pantry. It was a look that made your knees weaker than even a day facing terrors could.

“I wanted to repair it. I wanted to apologise with more than words. It’s what good kings ought to do.” He explained looking immensely guilty.

Your breath hitched.

He cared?

You looked down, still thinking of your room and your ruined wedding dress. It did hurt you.

But there was hope because he cared. You nearly hated yourself how desperate you were from the affection of someone who you could never have.

“It’s fine,” You said, after a few moments of heavy silence as you fought the storm inside of you. “It’s fine for now. We will make it work and repair it together. It’s, ah, fine.”

He looked relieved as you looked up from your hands.

“I also want to apologise,” You continued. The words in your mouth felt relieving to spit out like bitter medicine. “I thought about this. I was really cross at you. Not entirely sure how much nicer I could have been considering the moment. But I don’t strive to talk to others like that, especially not my fiance. I just felt hurt and alone.”

He turned his head like the Heron when hunting little fish in the water.

“You have every right to be angry, dear,” König stated

“I...” You tried before stopping and starting anew. “That does not mean I am proud or okay with my words. Especially after Ghost explained to me that you probably overworked yourself on my behalf. I am not sure how to feel about that yet but it does not make me feel good. I don’t want you to suffer because of me. I feel so guilty. And like a burden.”

König stared at you.

“Dear,” He said softly. “I know you want to be good and kind. I know you are. But please give me your bad as well.”

You blinked at him.

“What?”

He raised his arms like a man at a loss of word, stumbling around the room until he turned back to you.

“Guess how I feel failing you over and over again when your reaction to me is kindness and surrender? I feel bad. The worst! Don’t do this to me. Be a burden. Be angry. Be the biggest inconvenient person wherever you go. Please be angry and demand better of me! I want all of you. Not just the nice parts.”

Your head was spinning. Was he…? Did he really…?

“I am not good enough!” König continued his tirade with a voice rising louder and louder like a tea kettle that had reached its boiling point. “I am who puts you in danger over and over again. I hardly protect you from the dangers of the world. I am a danger of the world. I am making a poor husband for you. But the reality is, I am not good enough to step away because I am selfish. So, how dare you make yourself feel any less than you are.”

His eyes gleamed with a madness you had never seen before in him as he lowered his voice with the last of his words. It was dangerous. A sign of warning that told you to step back and run as far away as you could like a good girl should.

But you were just invited to leave that behind you.

“I don't want you to leave either!” You hit back, squaring up to the challenge. “I just don’t want to feel like I am a constant problem. I am just a human! A peasant! And a bad one at that since I will likely starve next winter without help! I know nothing of how to be a queen! I nearly drown all the time! How can you not understand that I don’t feel like I am allowed to be a problem when my reality is that no one cares if I live or die!”

“Because you are wrong! I care.” König's eyes gleamed as he hissed his answer.

“Why?” You spit back, the fire in you burning and ready to torch any bridge behind without thinking.

“Because I love you.”

Königs words hung in the air, irretrievable and powerful enough to break whatever you two had.

You looked at him. His face was frozen in fear and panic. Like he had admitted to a crime he’d sworn to keep a secret.

He loved you. The thought raced through your mind, unsure where to be put and what to do with it now.

“I am sorry,” König said. “I understand. I will make sure you are okay as promised anyway and-”

“Please…” you managed to your own surprise.

“Please?” König asked with his eyes shining down at you.

You took a deep breath and all the courage in you that was left, “Please lean down so I can kiss you.”

König looked at you, too stunned maybe or unsure how to touch you without breaking this human body of yours, before finally kneeling down in one, not so smooth, motion. You stumbled forward, colliding into his chest and tangling in his arms before lifting your head and kissing him.

It was all teeth and desperation. König met your lips with a hunger matching yours, and an anger challenging your long hidden fury. He moaned and you wanted every bit of air you could get from him as you roamed his back and shoulders and arms and chest and neck, and at a certain point you got lost in him. You bit his lips and tasted blood. He snarled and pushed you back, catching your head before you could fall and hurt yourself. You stumbled and fell back anyway, taking him with you. The crash rumbled loudly as König caught himself on his arms, hovering above you before continuing where you had left off. His mouth was addicting, and willingly you answered his salty lips and tongue. A bit of revealed skin at his neck here, a tug at your shirt there. You scooted up feeling hot and needing that damn old shirt off your body because you were burning up with it. Instead of getting it off quickly you got yourself tangled in the large sleeves, nearly ready to just tear it off your body as you felt Königs hands pulling at the fabric and freeing you. The kiss of the cooling air on your skin made you still. For a moment you felt shy, making you cross your arms in instinct before your chest.

König looked at you from a position that was something between kneeling, sitting and lying before you, also half out of his clothes with his Rubacha hanging around his neck and head.

“Not sure why I feel like this is new, now.” You admitted. “You have seen me naked before.”

“That was a different nakedness,” König offered and finished getting the shirt off. “This is new.”

You nodded, understanding entirely what he meant, and continued to feel vulnerable. What were you supposed to do? You had no idea what you wanted now except being close to König.

“We don’t have to continue, my love.” Your fiance said.

You nodded again, reassured yet still utterly lost on what to do.

König scooted closer and slowly raised his hands, “Can I touch you? I just want to hold you.”

Instead of bothering with words or another creative and variety serving nod, you leaned into him. Königs warm hands caught you, pressed you closer to him and embraced you.

You hummed.

“Is this good?”

“Yeah, I am sorry-”

“No,” König shut down instantly. “No more ‘sorry’ for you tonight. Or ever. I really meant that.”

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion.

“But what if I do something bad?” You countered as you enjoyed feeling close to König. “Shouldn’t I say sorry at some point?”

“To me? Always.” König grinned teasingly before growing serious. “The rest of the world, however, has a lot of apologising to do before you ever get back into a situation to be sorry for something, dear.”

“You just want me to be as bad as you are,” You teased back half-heartedly.

“Naturally.”

You stayed silent, not sure what to say or do except enjoying being safe and loved in Königs arms as you mindlessly explored his back and chest with your fingers, drawing little circles and charms into his wonderful skin.

“We should talk about the sleeping situation tonight.” You finally spoke, breaking the silent spell over you.

“Yeah.” König agreed. “I have an idea.”

Cultural Context Notes:

The theme of the unkillable giants as beings connected to nature can be found in the Edda, but it’s not the only place this theme is explored. It’s just the most clear one I thought of, and can be put into words as a place to maybe start researching if your are interested in that. The idea of hitting König as something akin to a giant to wake him up, comes from the tale of Thor and Skrímnir.

Generally, the idea of paralleling gods/godlike beings, humans and giants, escalated into a bit of a philosophical excursion at the kitchen table when I mentioned how the story is unfolding, leading to the question what exactly the difference between godlings, giants and humans is and if there even is one. In plenty of pre-Christian European tales, there aren’t boundaries between godlike beings and humans. If a human stays with a godlike being, they kind of tag along and don’t die like they would have had when staying with their fellow humans. Sometimes there is an explanation for it (godly ancestry, nectar or Idun’s apples, magical blessings), sometimes there isn’t (Thialfi and Röskva as Thor’s entourage, general trope of humans in service of or in marriage with a non-human being).

Warming stones or using ceramics is an old practice when hot water bottles weren’t available.

There are several legends and myths associating the water or waters generally with snakes. Naturally, there is the saga of the Midgard snake, encompassing the world in Norse mythology. The theme of a great water snake or mermaid-like half-fish, half-human body encompassing the world also comes up in Greek mythology in the figure of Oceanos as the great river god and father of river gods. Since we don’t have plenty of sources about old Slavic beliefs, I am taking the liberty and filling some gaps here from geographically closer regions where we do have more sources on mythology.

Acorn is edible and can be made into a fine flour from which it is possible to bake bread. However, do not just make flour from acorns. It’s a huge process to disinfect and debitter acorns before grinding them into flour. There is a reason why nowadays most cultures opt for utilising cultivated crops like grains and legumes instead of using low yield giving nuts and seeds. (Also, we really need those acorns as food for wild animals and for reforestation!) Cultivation of plants is a huge game changer for human life quality and communal living. It’s really cool. But it does require more cooperative systems of labour since harvesting and processing plants like grain requires sharing of work, space to do it, and natural weather & ground conditions to grow. Plus the grain in itself needs to be cultivated first. And these amazing food sources can be exploited by having control over places in which one can grow certain high yielding crops which can trigger war and oppression. Most noticeably in the Central and Eastern European region, which is obviously what I write about a lot, this is the case with Ukraine. This now independent country has good climate and ground conditions, yielding great harvests of wheat grain and sunflower, leading to the region being dubbed the Granary of Europe. Ukraine was fought over not just today but also occupied in historical moments like WW2 by the Nazis or under the Russian Empire precisely to have access to these high yielding conditions. So, food and where food comes from, is an important angle to understand plenty of conflicts, imperial oppression and cultures. I invite you to read more about the history of grain, why Ukraine has a flag literally depicting a grain filed under the blue sky or maybe learning how to make bread yourself. To return to my point: Bride lives in an area which has seasons. However, the climate is cooler with lots of swamps and waters around. The forest takes most of the shore space in her immediate vicinity. She has a garden in which she (tries to) grow buckwheat, a very climate-resistant pseudo grain. And technically she owns fields, but has no way to work them on her own due to the lack of manpower, possible lack of seeds, as well as timing issues for the sowing. But common grains like wheat require a warm and steady dry climate which is not the case here. Other grains like rye are historically common in Central and Eastern Europe, however one needs to plant them first and after the harvest it still requires labour to dry and deshell the rye first, a luxury that Bride does not have because she has been on her own for most of the year. So, to finish this long excursion on grains and flours - she uses acorn flour for bread because she was isolated and on her own. Also, agriculture is really cool and maybe you will think about the amount of labour, logistics, politics and historical development when biting into something flour based.

Vodyanitza is just the female version of Vodynoy

Rubacha is the name of the traditional linen shirt worn by historically both men and women but nowadays mostly associated with male clothing traditions. This shirt is often loosely fitted and bound at the hip with a belt. Having embroidery, especially red embroidery on a Rubacha is very common as red natural dye was widely available in the region. The embroidery and introduction of other colours is dependent on the exact time and place a Rubacha comes from. Even nowadays the Rubacha is part of plenty of Eastern European traditional dresses.

Quick reminder: a Tschort is a type of evil spirit.

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Hunt game (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Masterlist

Just an introduction to the characters and a little sneak peak on how they met since we gonna picked up the story from their engagement day ahead. We have more chapters ahead so buckle up!

Chapter 1

The sun was scorching hot, and there wasn’t a single moment where the vertical wrinkles between your brows had stopped creasing ever since you got here. Those Pinterest-inspired outfits you had saved on your albums weeks before would have been a mess if you hadn’t done a double check on your outfit today.

You were especially keen on trying out this one outfit where it paired high-waisted jeans with an oversized sweatshirt because it would look adorable, especially with a claw-clip bun hairstyle, but that would have made you drenched with sweat as it confined all that heat. Instead, you went with a cute embroidery off-shoulder frill trim crop top in white with basic denim jeans.

This whole motorsport event was something you had only seen on television every weekend. Being able to experience it in real life and seeing the hype with your own eyes made you feel all giddy, even though you weren’t a fan of it. It was only then that you knew that Formula 1 had its own little branches.

They were listing out names on the big screen with a picture of every driver. You were pretty sure you were the only one squinting your eyes trying to read those names just so you would be more familiar with the names and team involved in Formula 2. The paddock pass you had hanging on your neck was used as some sort of fan as you kept on flapping it in front of your face, seeking a little breeze in the hope of cooling down the heat.

With one hand holding your travel-sized sunscreen, you stepped aside from the roes and lines of people to take a breath. There were people walking past you within every minute, each of them wearing a different colour of shirt, indicating the different team they were supporting. Those team logos that you saw on the shirts were not the same ones as the ones you had seen earlier.

"Checking the driver out?"

Your frown disappeared the second you heard a voice too close to your ear while you were staring at the on-going interview that was held with two well-known drivers wearing red shirts. The logo on the shirt was familiar to you as it didn’t take a genius to spot that. It was familiar to every human being in this world. The classic black horse on a yellow shield background.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were checking out the drivers like what I’m currently doing."

His reply was very nonchalant. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring at the two drivers with his hands on his waist. The way he was acting so casual made you feel so out of place for being surprised, so you tilted your head back to the drivers with your hands crossing over your chest.

"You know them?" You heard his voice again.

"Yeah, I have seen them a lot on television." He leaned in to be able to hear what you were saying while you were unconsciously straining your voice to make sure he was able to hear you amongst all sorts of noises coming from the crowd. "That one—yeah, that one is Sebastian Vettel, and that one is Kimi Räikkönen!"

"Big fan of Ferrari?"

"My dad is." You responded. Your hospitality pass was flapping on your face again as the heat caught up to you while you leaned back against the wall. "Are you?"

"Everyone’s a Ferrari fan." He fished out his phone and took a few pictures of the drivers before they passed the microphones back to the interviewers and made their way back. "Who’s your dad’s favourite driver?"

"I don’t know, actually. I think he likes them all equally." You realised he was no longer looking ahead. He was leaning against the gray-colored wall from the building that both of you had been standing beside all this time while the interview went on. His eyes were on you now, and his hands mimicked yours as he had them crossed over his chest.

"What about you?"

"I like Sebastian Vettel!" Your voice went a little high, a little excited to answer the first ever question you have ever gotten in relation to the sport. It felt like you were somehow accepted by the clique, though you only knew a few teams and names.

"Yeah? I like him too. I would love to be in the same team with him one day."

That wasn’t something that a normal fan would say. You had to go through and check the facts to see if it was even possible for a fan to wish to be in the same team as their favourite driver. If so, your dad would have been talking about it. "You drive too? Like these fast cars?"

"Yeah, I drive too, but mine isn’t as fast as Vettel's, though." He grinned, knowing what you would say after. It wasn’t the first time people ever told him that his little sweet dream would never come true. He had heard it countless times and had gotten used to it by now. "I know what you’re going to say."

"What?"

"You are going to tell me it’s impossible, aren’t you? For me to be on the same team with him." His hand went into his back pocket as he stood up straight.

"No."

"Sorry?" He blinked in surprise.

"I think it’s possible. I think... I think Vettel could do a teammate like you." You beamed widely and nodded in satisfaction with your words before taking a step away to find your dad.

"You can use this." He called out and handed you a white portable mini-fan.

"Are you sure?" The paddock pass fell and was left hanging on your neck as you let it go and took the mini fan from him.

"I don’t really need it."

"Thank you!" You clicked on the button as it flipped, and you felt the cooling effect hit your face. Sending him one last beam of gratitude, you walked back and joined the crowd, looking left and right to find your dad.

"Thank you too."

His gaze was interrupted as he was handed a green notebook with a striped marker pen by one of the fans, asking for his autograph, followed by a couple of photo sessions with a few others.

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You were back again in the paddock, two years older. The weather this time, if you were to express it in words, would be an antonym to the last two years. It wasn’t extremely cold, but enough to send chills down your body from the constant rain. Your knowledge of motorsports this time has improved a lot. Your dad was excited when you started bringing up his favourite topic first during dinnertime because now he had someone to talk to about all the things that excited him.

The raincoat you had kept inside your tote bag was being pulled out as soon as you felt a few drops on your cheeks. The rain never learned how to do its greeting properly. It was always a few drops and a heavy rain the next second. You were trying to untie the little string that helped to keep your folded raincoat neatly in square shape while the rain started dropping down even more.

"How do I untie this?" Your hand kept on going from unknoting the string to protecting yourself from the rain, as if your palm was big enough to cover your entire body. The string wasn’t cooperating, and your indecisive trait made you stand in place instead of figuring something out.

"Need my help?

"Please!" Your eyes flittered upon feeling the little drops on your face as the person tried to untie the string.

"Shoot! This isn’t working. Let’s just run." Your hand that was purposelessly trying to cover your head from the rain was being grabbed as you found yourself running with him in the rain, unsure of where you were heading.

"Can we even be in here?" The run made you puff out. He had somehow dragged you inside Ferrari’s hospitality when you were so sure you would get kicked out the second someone noticed you. "I should go." You tried to scurry away and flinched when the thunderstorm rumbled.

"It’s okay. Just stay here. They’ll know you’re with me."

"It’s you?!" Your hands went to cover your mouth immediately as you got a proper look at his face this. It was the same guy from last year. He looked the same, just in a different uniform. "Oh my God! Are you Sebastian Vettel’s teammate now?"

"Is he still your favourite driver?"

"Yeah! I am still a big fan of him. Oh, I didn’t bring your mini fan.” The mini fan was still working perfectly fine, but it was left in your room because you weren’t expecting to bump into him again.

He took out his phone, and you saw his fingers danced on the screen before he handed it to you. "How about you give it back to me when I take you out?"

"What should I do with this?" The screen showed a numberless contact with the name ‘pretty girl in white top’.

"Your phone number?"

You passed the phone back and chewed on your lips. "I have a boyfriend."

"Ah! Sure– I’m so sorry."

You chuckled as you retracted your hand back and typed in your phone number. "Just kidding! There! I should probably go to my dad before he freaks out.”

"Wait!" The phone was being placed on the coffee table, as he ran to get an umbrella. "Use this."

"Thank you!"

Charles turned on his phone and saw your contact number being saved as "My name’s Y/N!"

"Y/N.."

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"Can I get her sign too?"

"My girlfriend?" Charles chuckled and passed the green notebook to you. You weren’t really sure what to do or how you should make your sign looked like because you had never prepared yourself anything like this. "Sign here, love."

"Like this?" You handed the striped marker pen back to Charles and hid your face in his arms when he laughed at how small the signature was.

"You might need more practise." The notebook and marker pen were handed back to the owner, making him laugh along after seeing your little sign.

"I’ll make sure she attends my classes on how to improve her signature."

"Can I get a picture?"

Charles’s hand went back to hold yours while his free hand moved vigorously, sliding those pens and markers on caps, shirts, and banners that the fans had prepared while exchanging a few conversations.

"What was that signature, baby?"

He was holding it the whole time. The occasional glances he gave you as he kept on signing the merchandise were enough to let you know that he wasn’t done yet with the tease so it wasn’t a surprise when that was the first topic he brought up once both of you got your own privacy time.

"Shut up! I didn’t know they would ask for my signature too." You leaned on his side as he kept you close with his arm on your waist.

"But it’s cute! I would definitely get it tattooed if I was obsessed with you." Laughing, he pinched your cheek when you scowled. "Let’s be real. Would you tattoo my name on your body?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed. It was impossible to hold your laugh when he stared at you with scepticism.

"Yeah, right! No one’s believing that, baby." He retorted, leaving a lingering kiss on your hair.

"Yeah, no. Can you imagine if I have your name written in a big font across my arms?" You questioned.

"On a second thought, that might not be that bad of an idea. Everyone will know you are my girlfriend." He jested and earned a slap on his arm.

"No! What if we break up? I’m going to have to get them removed, and even if they were removed, you'd still see the mark."

"We’ll never break up. I don’t want us to ever break up." He muttered.

"I don’t want you to leave me too." You murmured, tiptoeing to leave a peck on his cheek.

"Whatever happens in the future, let’s talk it out instead of choosing a break. I can’t lose you, Y/N." He murmured.

"You won’t lose me, baby."

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"Charles, slow down! You’re going to make me trip on my dress!" You called out, feeling his pace increased with every step you took.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just excited for you to see the place. Here we are!"

The sudden switch from pitch black to the brightness around you when Charles took off the blindfold on your eyes caused you to squeeze them shut.

"Do you like it?"

The room was illuminated with candles that were placed on a dark-coloured candle holders. There were rose petals spread out on the floor, looking like a path that led you to the centre.

He had asked you to go out for a dinner date, and you thought it was just like any other ones you had, but he reminded you specifically to dress a little extra, so you went with a split thigh backless dress in dark blue paired with a necklace that you got as a gift from Charles.

"Oh my god, I love this! Did you decorate this on your own?"

"Yeah, with some help from the Internet." He murmured and moved closer to snake his arms around your waist while your arms circled his neck.

"What’s the special occasion?" You questioned him, brushing your nose against his jaw.

"Oh, yeah! Okay.." He muttered, pulling away as he gave your arms a squeeze. Charles looked anxious. You knew because he kept on pressing his lips together; his green eyes barely kept on you for any longer than a minute as he kept on looking away.

"Charles? What’s wrong.."

"I– um," Charles had seen this a lot in movies, but he wasn’t really sure how someone went about doing it. He wasn’t sure if he should pull out the ring and put out the question first, if he should give a hint so you knew what’s coming, or if he should let you talk first.

"Y/N,"

You let out a gasp, your hand went to cup over your mouth as he went down and got on one knee. Charles fished out the velvet ring box he had kept in his pocket, which felt significantly heavier despite its small size.

"I wanted you to write the happy ending to our lives together. Will you marry me?"

He could see you were smiling, though half of your face was covered. "Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Your head bobbed up and down in a nod, feeling the weight on your finger as he slipped the ring on.

"I love you so much." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up as your lips met his.

"I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, fiancé." You muttered, fingers stroking the back of his neck while slowly feeling as if you were getting hypnotised the longer you stared into his green eyes.

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Do you hate me? | Part 2

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Human-navi (hybrid)

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, Family moments, age gaps. Tsu'tey being our baby <3, discrimination, soft moments.

Note: If you want you want to know how my human-navi look like "HERE".

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (final)

Morning had come quickly, it had rained all night. So the fog and cold had built up quickly. But to your good fortune, you were lying curled up on tsu'tey's side, your head literally under his armpit. While his body is arched sideways, giving you more warmth. You had one hand embraced as much of his chest as you could, bringing your body closer to him. Tsu'tey was the first to wake up, he opened his eyes slowly letting them adjust to the brightness, but his awakening was interrupted when he felt someone's grip on his chest. He had not felt that sensation in a long time, so he looked down quickly.

He had to chuckle a little to himself, memories of the night before came to his mind. He had invited you to hold him and sleep close to him. And a part of him is glad he did that, the morning was so cold. Even for him, he can see how you start to move and get closer to him. You giggle a little in your sleep, tsu'tey stares at your features for a moment. And he lifts his hand to trace a line on your nose, feeling how soft it was compared to his. And then he slowly runs his finger along your eyelashes, you had short eyelashes… but your cute little ears catch his attention. He could see how they made involuntary movements because of the cold air that was hitting them, he dared to gently touch the tip of it, pulling a piece of hair back. They looked very similar to those of the Na'vi but small, and the position they were in was different. He saw the earrings you had on your ear and could recognize one in particular… his heart squeezed as he recognized where that garment came from. Sylwanin. His eyes began to fill with tears, and a memory came into his head.

It was an earring that he had given to Sylwanin, he remembered that he had given it to her as a present for her initiation party. He could recognize the delicate knots and ornaments he had put on it. A pretty blue feather and some precious stones. Why did you wear it? He didn't understand anything… His thoughts were interrupted, when you started to stand up and hug him more by his sides. Tsu'tey doesn't interrupt you, and lets you get up slowly, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. "Why are you crying?" you ask sleepily. You separate from him slowly, sitting down next to him. "It's nothing…I think it's the weather" you can see Tsu'tey shift his gaze.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, you can see how he quickly runs his hand over his eyes. "Yes…very comfortable" you speak, your voice is a little husky, and you had a stupid grin on your face. Tsu'tey turns to look at you, your hair was a bit messy and your cheeks were puffy. Your nose was red from the cold, as were your fingertips. "Glad to hear you rested well… because today we have a long day" says tsu'tey glancing at the road back home. "ahhh my legs hurt" you say while pouting you had forgotten, that you were not with your father and one of your brothers. That they were ready to fulfill any whim you had. So you stand up straight and try to talk yourself out of it. "Get ready…we leave in 15 minutes" says Tsu'tey, as he stands up and grabs his hunting stuff to get ready. You copy his movements and start getting ready to leave. You had to go through all the places where you hunted to pick up all the animals.

You came down from the branch, tsu'tey was already getting ready, looking which way was the right way. "Do you want a fruit?" you ask, the man turns to see you on your tiptoes reaching for a fruit. The tree was normal sized for a navi, but for you it was twice the size. Tsu'tey reaches over and picks up two fruits. And offers you one, you quickly accept and chew it. The man can't help but stare again at the ornament in your ear. You see how he's looking at you, damn if he could stop being so intense. "Are you okay?" you look at him, and he laughs a little, dragging the back of his neck. "I have a question, who gave you that?" tsu'tey points to your ear, you make a quick movement and touch the ornament. "Ohhh this… mom gave it to me. A long time ago, I was still very little. Why?" you shake your head to the side, now it was you who was curious about her interest in your earring.

"No…it's nothing. Come on we have a long day" tsu'tey stands up straight and starts walking. You stand for a few seconds analyzing what just happened, why would anyone have an interest in a particular garment. You decide to forget and start chasing the warrior, you walk through all the hunting spots picking up the creatures. Well… tsu'tey is dragging them, because they were too heavy for you. There were three in all, it was a great hunt, for a first timer. "I'll keep you in mind when the hunting party goes on a field trip…you did a great job" tsu'tey gives you a squeeze on the shoulder. Your chest puffs out with pride, you were so happy to have had this opportunity, not just to go hunting with one of the best warriors in the clan. But to spend time…with your impossible love. Kiri wouldn't stop laughing if she heard you right now.

"It's very late…they're usually not this late," says jake, looking at the entrance to the family hut for the fifth time. It was late afternoon, and everyone in the family was scattered around the hut, some talking, some sleeping, and some like your father waiting for you to arrive. "Ma jake, Y/N is well… you don't trust tsu'tey" neytiri questions her mate. Jake trusted tsu'tey, but he was with one of his girls, you were not a normal navi…pandora was almost a trap box for you. He had trained you very well, but he still worried. "Yes…but" a very soft voice interrupts jake. "Hello family!!!" you say as you walk into the hut, already taking off your hunting clothes. You watch as jake gets up from the floor and kneels down to give you a hug. "Y/N…you're alive" jake says.

"dad…I'm fine!!!! Don't say that" you joke, hugging him tightly. You watch as neytiri and kiri approach you, also welcoming you. "Hey!!! How did it go?" asks neteyam, your older brother still lying in his hammock. You walk over and sit near his hammock. And you see everyone around you, waiting for you to tell them everything. "It was a perfect hunt!!! I hunted 3 creatures all by myself!!!" you are so excited. " he he he he" neteyam raises his arms and celebrates with you. "You can keep it down!!!" says lo'ak who was sleeping in the hammock next to neteyam. "And tsu'tey?" asks neytiri.

"He took the bodies of the creatures to the clan bonfire, he told me he was going home. And that we were all celebrating today!!!" you were grinning from ear to ear. Of course, you weren't going to tell your whole family that you had slept like a baby on tsu'tey's chest. So after some time of talking and telling your siblings everything in detail, you make a sign to Kiri. You signal to Kiri to come with you. You two go out for a walk in the jungle. It wasn't very far from your house, but it was far enough so that no one would hear. You sit under a giant leaf to enjoy the shade and gossip with your sister. "Tell me about it!!! I can't stand it!!!" says kiri clapping her hands. "Ahh he was so nice to me, he told me so many compliments and even to sleep with him" you say. Kiri opens her eyes. "Y/N you and him" you see how your sister puts her hand to her mouth to hold back a scream. "Noooo it was too cold and we slept in each other's arms. That's all" you cross your arms. "That's it!!! Y/N, that's a giant step" kiri tries to cheer you up.

"Maybe…but he sees me as a child. Not as a woman. So nothing happened. But still, I'm not taking a bath for a week" you joke, raising your arm to sniff his scent on your skin. "nooo that's gross" kiri says, laughing with you. You two continue talking and quickly change the subject. Night came quickly and the whole family walks to the clan bonfire. There were already many navis, dancing, laughing, drinking a typical Omaticaya clan liquor. Everyone was enjoying the atmosphere. You get a little excited, when you see how the clan is enjoying the hunt, all thanking you for the food, while passing by your side. Everyone disperses to different areas, you and Kiri go with a group of girls who were your friends. Your parents go with the older ones and neteyam and lo'ak literally disappear.

"Your daughter is a very good hunter…you've done a good job," says Tsutey, looking at neytiri. "I know…she's amazing" neytiri speaks proudly. " She has been so helpful to the clan… y/n she is a good woman" mo'at speaks, jake is silent as he continues to analyze what mo'at just said 'woman'. She just called her baby woman, he knew you had to grow up, but it happened so fast. Neytiri saw jake's worried face, and knew what her partner was thinking. "Yes…she is growing into a strong and brave woman. We are pleased with our work," says Neytiri.

Meanwhile you and Kiri were in your group of friends. Everyone was talking and joking. Everything was very quiet, until you saw how some young Navi men began to approach and ask several of your friends to dance. One by one they were invited, until only you and Kiri were left. You see how Tarsem approaches, he was one of the most handsome young navi men in the clan. Sure, after neteyam and lo'ak… you always said your brothers were beautiful. It wasn't like you never liked another Navi man, but there was a problem…they didn't like you. You were not like them, and yes…you could fulfill all the characteristics of a good mate, but physically you were not their equal and it was normal for you to be rejected and not be anyone's choice. Tarsem approached you, and looked at Kiri. "Mmm would you like to dance?" asks the young man, waiting for a response from Kiri. Kiri gives you a look, she was looking for your approval, she was capable of rejecting everyone, just not to leave you alone. You smile at her. "She would love it" you say, pushing Kiri by the arm to get up.

You can see that your sister was excited, and she takes the boy's hand. You watch as he squeezes her hand and smiles at her. Shit…you wanted to feel that. Kiri was so beautiful, you knew there were several boys who were in love with her. You watch as she smiles and moves to the music. You couldn't help but feel a little envious, you wanted to be just like her. But your genetics did not allow it, it was impossible. You felt the feeling of loneliness and sadness overwhelm you. So you sat more on the branch you were on, crossing your knees on your chest and resting your head between them. Watching as everyone danced and enjoyed the moment. In the distance your parents looked at you with concern, they knew what was happening. They had already seen this scene many times and it hurt them to see you so saddened. And this was noticed by Tsutey, he saw how his friends were looking at their daughter with concern. "Something wrong?" asks Tsutey, drawing Jake's attention.

Jake sighs a little. "It's nothing…it's Y/N" says jake, looking at his daughter again. " Is something wrong with her…she doesn't like the party?" asks Tsu'tey, Neytiri looks at her friend, and leans on jake's shoulder. "Yes…she's a very good dancer. But…no one wants to be her partner" says neytiri. Tsutey quickly understood what neytiri meant. "She never…" whispered Tsutey, neytiri looks sad. "I don't know… she has told me that no young omaticaya likes her" says neytiri. Jake moves a little, complaining " they are missing out…she is a wonderful girl, and very beautiful. Sure, she's not the same as the others, but she's still beautiful" says Jake, a little upset. Neytiri hugs him and tries to calm him down. "I know Dad…calm down!!!" neytiri laughs a little. Tsutey turns his gaze to look at you. You looked so pretty with the light from the fire illuminating your features, 'silly' Tsutey thought to himself. They watch as you get up from your seat and make your way to the group.

"What happened baby?" jake asks, taking you by the arm. "I'm going home..I'm tired" jake can see your eyes. You were red-cheeked, and your eyes were glassy. "Sure baby, let me call one of your brothers" jake says. You stop him and take your father's hand. "Don't…don't interrupt them. They're having fun. I'll go by myself…I'll be fine" you give him a small smile. Jake pulls you close and gives you a hug. You cross your hands around his neck, bury your head in his neck. "Ok…go and rest" Jake slowly pulls you apart, while Neytiri comes closer to kiss you on your forehead. " If you want I can join you?" says Tsutey, jake and neytiri look at each other and nod their heads. "I'll be fine" you say.

"No, no…let Tsutey accompany you" jake says. "I don't want to disturb" you speak, looking at the navi woman who was sitting next to Tsutey, she had been flirting with the man all night and now she had a grumpy look on her face. You watch as Tsutey gets up and approaches you. "Don't worry" says the man, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you home. The walk to your home was being very quiet, it was so quiet that Tsutey was the one who broke the ice. "Everyone was happy with the food" the man said.

"Ahh yes… it gave me joy to see everyone enjoying" you give him a look, you laugh and then turn your face away and your smile disappears. Tsu'tey notices this, he decides to move closer to you, but he doesn't speak. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, he knows something is up. Soon you reach the entrance of your hut. You turn and look at Tsu'tey. You hadn't noticed how cute he looked today, he had fixed his braids and you see that he has new clothes. "Thank you for joining me… sorry to interrupt" you start playing with your fingers. "It was my pleasure" says tustey. You both stand there in silence, waiting for either of you to say something. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't move. You watch as tsu'tey kneels down and moves his hand to take your chin and lift it.

"nga lu nìtxan sevin (you are very pretty)" says Tsutey, watching as your eyes widen. No navi man, outside of your brothers or father had ever called you that before. Especially the man you had a crush on. He is being kind…he is kind. You quickly walk away, and rush into the hut. Closing the curtain that allowed some privacy. Tsutey stands there still, and slowly gets up from the floor. He laughs a little to himself, and continues on his way back to the party.

The next morning you were up faster than the other family members. Everyone had arrived very late, so you decide to go out and get some fruit for breakfast. You take your baskets and head out into the jungle. Your thoughts always went back to the night before, you knew Tsutey was being kind. But you felt on cloud nine… you had a smile on your lips. You approach a tree and start to pick some fruits, but out of nowhere you feel someone tap on your shoulder. "Y/N?" you turn around and see Tsu'tey, you are a bit startled and take a step back. "Hello…good morning" you greet him, you had to act normal. You had to remain serene, let him see that nothing had affected you. "Good morning…so early wake up" Tsutey says, taking several fruits and placing them in your basket. You just stand there watching, as his muscular arm stretches, and someone his chest. You come back to yourself when you feel the vibration of the fruit falling into the basket. "Ahh yes, I'm up early…I'm looking for breakfast" you laugh, and Tsutey gives you a nice smile. Shit…his smile was perfect. You move away a little bit and arrange your hair uselessly. Why are you doing this… it's not like he's interested in you.

"Well… I'll leave you. Have a nice day" says Tsutey, saying goodbye. When you noticed that he was quite far away from you, you sit down on the ground. Boy, were you silly.

The day had passed quietly, and Tsutey decided to go talk to neytiri. He found her helping some women with some children. The man came over and sat down next to her. "Hello Tsutey… what are you doing around here at this hour?" asked neytiri curiously. Tsutey was always training new warriors or doing chores around the village. "I have some free time and wanted to talk to you" says the man.

"I'm all ears," says neytiri, lifting a baby in her arms. Sometimes some mothers needed help with their newborns. And neytiri liked to help. "It's about Y/N" says Tsutey, he watches as neytiri looks up. Her eyes widen and she puts the baby down. "Did something happen to her? Did she do something?" she asks a little agitated. Tsutey touches her arm, "Hey calm down, it's nothing bad. It's a question" Tsutey swallows hard and settles closer to neytiri.

"It's about an earring she has in her left ear. I saw that she had it on the day we went hunting" Tsutey is a little nervous, and is talking while looking at the ground. Neytiri quickly grasped what Tsutey wanted to know. "Are you talking about Sylwanin's earring?" says Neytiri, the man looks at her and ascends with his face.

"Yes…I gave it to Y/N when she was about 15 years old. She kept telling me that she loved it, that it was hers" says neytiri laughing a little as she remembers the moments of your childhood. "Y/N reminds me so much of Sylwanin…sometimes I look into her eyes and I swear I see my sister's soul in her" says neytiri, as her hand touches her necklace, there were a few beads that her older sister had given her when she was a little girl. "The love, the dedication… her. It just reminds me of her" neytiri looks at her friend, who is silently listening to her. "As if her soul is in Y/N?" says Tsutey. Neytiri laughs big, she was suddenly feeling cheerful. "That's right…as if Sylwanin has chosen Y/N to rest and share her essence. I know it's like that…" neytiri looks at tsutey. He was teary-eyed, neytiri wipes a tear from Tsutey's cheek. "Why don't you spend time with Y/N? It will make you feel better…and then you'll agree with me," says Neytiri.

Tsutey says goodbye to neytiri and starts walking towards the village. Lost in his thoughts. And if it was true what neytiri said. Maybe that was the reason why he was so attracted to Y/N, now he was confused. I didn't know what to do but I decided to meet you to check something, but where will you be? Where will the human navi girl be? Tsutey wonders, looking around. He approaches a group of young people who were talking. "Excuse me…have you seen Y/N? asks Tsutey. He watches as they laugh a little, and give some mocking looks. "Why do we have to know where that 'thing' is?" says one of the young men, Tsutey feels the blood rush to his head. He wanted to smash this idiot's face in, but it wasn't worth it. "I think it's with mo'at" says a girl who was passing by and heard the question. "Thank you" says Tsutey, starting to walk towards mo'at's work area.

As he arrived at the place, he couldn't help but feel bad. Now he understood why you were feeling so sad that day…if these were the comments you had to listen to all the time, it was reasonable for you to feel unhappy. He quickly arrived at the mo'at area and saw from a distance how you were sitting with your grandmother. You were talking playfully, as you moved from side to side. Mo'at had a big smile on her face, he could tell she was enjoying the time with you. "Excuse me," says Tsutey, interrupting the conversation you were having. You look up and settle back in your seat. Mo'at notices your behavior and chuckles to herself. The woman knew Tsutey was a handsome man, but seeing her granddaughter with a crush was funny.

"Did something happen?" the woman asks. Tsu'tey waves her arms, as a sign that he was fine. "I just came to get Y/N" says tustey, looking at you. You are surprised and look at Mo'at. " For what?" says the woman. Oh no, this man who was much older than her granddaughter was going to take her away just like that. She had to know why, it could be Tsu'tey but she had to have a good answer. "I want her to practice with me, sure… if she wants to" Tsutey gives you a quick look again. Mo'at looks at you waiting for an answer from you. "ah-ah sure, why not" you speak up, getting up from the floor. "very careful" mo'at says. Winking at you, you look at her in surprise…she can't possibly know something. You were going to kill Kiri. You follow Tsutey, saying nothing…you watch as the man gives you several looks, until they reach his ikran. "Come…I'll show you a place" Tsutey climbs into his ikran, and holds out his hand for you to climb up. You climb up smoothly, and you feel him place his hand on your belly. It's an instinctive move to keep you close and safe. But you couldn't help but blush, again telling yourself to stay calm.

Tsu'tey takes you to a place where there are many waterfalls, on top of a mountain. It was a wet but pleasant place. You could hear the sound of the water hitting the rocks. As soon as they land, you get off the ikran. And you run to look around the area. "wow…this is beautiful" you speak stretching out your hand, to let the water from one of the waterfalls fall into your hands. Tsutey is walking slowly toward you. He is just watching you, seeing how you are running back and forth, touching everything. This was a new place for you, you loved it. "Do you like it?" asks Tsutey, you run towards him with a nice smile on your face. "I love it tsu'tey…. love it!!!" you are so excited, you are jumping up and down. Usually that was behavior he didn't allow his students to do…but you weren't a student, were you?

The man sits on a rock, watching you enjoy the place. A short time later you run over and sit exhausted next to him. "How do you know about that place?" you ask him, adjusting your attire. "I used to come here with someone very important… this was our place" Tsutey speaks, watching as your gaze drifts to the waterfall. "That sounds romantic" you joke. "This place makes me feel happy…that's why I wanted to bring you. I know you were sad yesterday" Tsutey speaks.

"Ohhh last night, yes" you lower your head, and cross your legs. "May I ask why?" Tsutey looks at you curiously. He wanted to know so much about you. What you liked, or didn't like. What your favorite hobby was, everything. "Well…it's silly" you laugh a little, you don't want to bore him with your sad life drama. "I'm all ears" Tsutey looks at you and you just shift your gaze.

"I wish someone would love me…I'd like to be loved. But that's never going to happen, that's what happened to me yesterday" you speak, lowering your head again you were so sorry. Tsu'tey did know what had happened the night before, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth. "I'm sorry" Tsu'tey says reaching over to grab your hand and give it a squeeze. Slowly you look up to meet his gaze. "Thank you for bringing me here…this is very reassuring" you look at him, and for the first time he saw what neytiri was saying to him…that look, it was so her. Tsu'tey knew it wasn't Sylwanin, but it was just like her essence, how could this be possible. "If you want…I can offer you my friendship. You offered me your family and now I am returning the gift" Tsutey speaks. You laugh, and hug him by the ribs.

"I accept!!!" you squeal against his skin, he hugs you back. After all, it wasn't the first time you were hugging him and invading his personal space. He wraps his arms around you and closes his eyes to enjoy the warmth. "So you don't hate me?" you ask, still hugging him. You feel one of his hands stroking your hair. "Why would I do such a thing?" says tsu'tey. You pull away a little, and see that he is already looking at you. "I don't know…I just guessed" and you hug him again.

After a nice evening, Tsutey makes sure to take you close to your hut, he watches as you walk towards one of your brothers. Night was approaching, and this was the perfect time to go talk to his favorite person.

He walked and hopped over several rocks, until he reached the spirit tree. He sat down and took his braid and tied it with one of the tentacles of the tree. Tsutey closed her eyes and began to speak. "Why do I feel like this? Why do you let me feel like this?" Tsutey can feel a presence next to him, he opens his eyes and can see Sylwanin next to him. "And now what happened?" says the spirit.

Tsutey babygurls: @astreaaries @satankilledmyghosts @bigbootahjudy @arminsgfloll @elegantkidfansoul @mechformers @anxietydrogz @neteyamyawne

If there is any problem with the tags, let me know and I will try to fix it as quickly as possible. tag list is open, just let me know *3*//

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maleyanderecafe · 4 months

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Flowers of Evil (Visual Novel)

Created by: boyinajar

Genre: Romance/Horror

Just like a lot of games, I've been having my eye on this one for a bit. Flowers of Evil was made for the #yanjam, and I think as of writing this, the current demo could just be an entire game if some of the options were removed. It's really cool to have non human yandere characters in games, so it was pretty fun playing this one and seeing Wither in action. If you are curious about this game, please check out more at @flowersofevilvn, and they are creating another game called @darlingdollhousevn if you enjoyed this one.

The default name for the MC is Buttercup, so I will refer to them as such through this review.

Buttercup wakes up one day like any other to head to their class in university. Walking through the forest to get to campus, the find out that class is not in session, with a note that states there won't be class today instead of an email. With their new free time, they decide to head into the library and starts to read some poetry when they are interrupted by a man named Wither, who seems interested as well. Buttercup can either try to converse with him or try to leave after first meeting with him.

If Buttercup decides to converse with them, Wither will ask them out on a date. Buttercup will initially refuse because of their classes, though coincidentally, the class is cancelled due to car problems relating to plants. With this, Buttercup accepts Wither's invitation, and the two go walking in the town. After going through the flower shop, Wither suggests going into the woods next. As the two walk, Buttercup suddenly feels really anxious, and tries to leave, however, Wither grabs them. They realize too late that he's not quite human, and Wither explains himself as some sort of lichen. Wither drags Buttercup into the meadow, stating that he created it just for them, just to protect them from the rest of the world.

If Buttercup attempts to leave, Wither will be annoyed, stating that this isn't what was suppose to happen, attempting to sing more poetry to lure them back in. As they leave, they get a notification stating that their next class is cancelled due to some plant problems with the professor's car. Here they can either decide to go home through the path or through the town, freaked out by Wither's presence.

If they decide to go through town, Buttercup feels rather unnerved, and they see Wither following them around. They start to freak out, believing that he might have been following them for some time, even before their initial meeting. Buttercup decides to run home to safety, paranoid that no one can help them, not even the police. After falling asleep, they wake up to the sound of breaking glass only to find Wither, breaking open the window with their hand which has turned into a sharp branch. As the plants capture Buttercup, Wither ends up taking them with him, likely back to the forest.

Going through though the path, Buttercup starts to realize that they've been walking for a lot longer than they should have, and noticed that the path behind them is completely gone. Not able to try to go back, Buttercup tries to keep on going forward, until they reach a meadow that they've never seen before. They end up meeting Wither there, who reveals himself as a lichen. The plants grab at Buttercup onto the floor, with Wither happily lying down with them. Wither captures them, happy that they will be together.

I gotta say that this creator makes pretty good creepy designs, whether it be purposeful or not. I think it really adds to the dangers that yanderes have, and it's especially good for the scenes where Wither breaks into Buttercup's house or when he's stalking them around the town. I think that the design with it's leaves is pretty neat too, though it does kind of look like he's fallen down in the forest and forgot to clean himself up a bit. If he does have a more monstrous form, I think it would be neat to have holes in his face or hands to show off the more decayed side to him, but that's just an idea.

I think that this game does a pretty good job of horror, especially the idea of the plants coming to basically take Buttercup into the meadow, and the way that they're not able to escape. The choice of music makes some scenes feel very tense, especially when Wither reveals himself to not be what he seems. I think the notions of using poetry are pretty nice and it does make me wonder where he learned all of it or how he was able to make a human body in the first place. I assume that he fell for Buttercup because he saw them walking in the forest and tried to make something that would appeal to them.

In terms of yandere behavior, Wither pretty much made their physical appearance based off what Buttercup likes, cancelled two classes to get them to hang out with him (possibly killing one of them, considering the note), stalks them in certain endings, breaks into their house with one and kidnaps them to a meadow filled with their favorite flowers. There's actually quite a lot going on in terms of yandere things, and it does make me curious how Wither was able to pick up on what kind of things Buttercup likes and again, how they got into poetry in the first place. From what I recall reading, it is stated that he has a bit more of chivalrous personality that he bases on the books that he's read, thus leading to all of the ways that they act towards Buttercup. That kind of idea is always pretty cool, with a yandere that tries to become what their lover wants to be.

Overall, a pretty fun and short game. This is technically a demo (though I feel that it could just be it's own full but short game if the other options were removed) and I am curious to see what will happen next. I am excited to see how this one and their other game will develop in the future.

#Flowers of Evil #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #ongoing #visual novel

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acourtofthought · 24 days

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Elain does seem to have friends in the NC....

Elain was laughing among a circle of beautiful friends, flushed and brilliant. - ACOTAR

...... But she had them in the human lands too.

Elain does seem to have a hobby and interests in the NC......

My sister was beaming, content—prettier than I’d ever seen her, even in her simple muslin gardening dress. Her cheeks were flushed beneath her large, floppy hat. “I think—I think I’d like to see the continent,” I said. - ACOTAR

I was content to listen to her talk about every bud and bloom, about her plans to start another garden by the greenhouse, perhaps a vegetable garden, if she could learn enough about it over the next few months. - ACOTAR

She had come alive here, and her joy was infectious. There wasn’t a servant or gardener who didn’t smile at her, and even the brusque head cook found excuses to bring her plates of cookies and tarts at various points in the DAY. - ACOTAR

Elain had taken charge of planning and finding me a last-minute dress - ACOTAR

..... But she had hobbies and dreams in the human lands too.

Elain called Feysands house "home" but....

"I want to go home." "I want to go home she repeated". - ACOWAR

She said the same of their human manor.

Why are the arguments always only on this supposed fantastic life she's found in the Night Court and how Elain saying the court is her court is evidence that she's where she belongs rather than acknowledging she clearly belonged in the human lands in a much more obvious way.

If you truly look at Elain as she was in the human lands versus Elain as she is in the NC, I'd say her happiness and purpose was much more evident in the human lands. She was beaming, laughing, surrounded by an entire circle of friends at one point, she was the happiest Feyre had ever seen her at another (no one has noted Elain being the happiest they'd ever ever seen her in the NC).

Elain wasn't living in her sisters shadows in the human lands the way she is the Night Court.

She created her own life and wasn't forced to make do with what was available to her as she has been in the NC.

That's the truth of it.

Elain's current life is only what it is because she's had to build it out of the leftovers from Feyre's world.

Do you think out of all the people in Velaris, in all of Prythian, the twins and Elain have so much in common?

Do you think, had Elain had her pick of all the eligible bachelor's in Prythian, Az would be the one she had the most in common with? Do they share any of the same goals? Do they have any similar interests?

It's easy to convince yourself a character wants what they want when you don't take into account how they don't have many options. Winning by default is not really winning at all.

Elain doesn't enjoy bars or taverns so you know where she's had the opportunity to meet others? Feyre's patio, Feyre's dining room, Feyre's kitchen, Feyre's sitting room...

Elain was living in a strange place where all she had to choose from, especially as she was fighting against her bond, is what was available to her. She was scared and uncertain so instead of being in a place to branch out, she latched on to the things that were already there.

It's the same reason Amren was Nesta's first friend, because she was forced to find someone within Feyre's inner circle after just being made. She once considered Amren a friend, did she not? But only after Nesta set off on her own did she discover what made her the happiest, who her real found family is. Where Nesta even traveled to Spring to realize that she didn't feel the same sense of home there that she did the HOW. Nesta explored many other males before deciding Cassian was always going to be who she wanted.

Anyone can make the best of their situation if they try hard enough but that doesn't mean, were Elain to travel to Day, to Spring, to the continent; were Elain to meet more people outside of the Inner Circle, she wouldn't find a life that far surpasses that which she's known in both the human lands and the NC.

If she were to do that, to see what else is out there, to get to know Lucien as even a friend and still decide that the NC, Az and the wraiths are what she wants then I'd fully support it. But I'll never believe E/riel or Elain's life in the NC is authentic until Elain is ready to figure out what she wants outside of what she was forced into.

#anti e/riel #Elain deserves to explore their world before deciding where her home is going to be #elain archeron

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torukmaktoskxawng · 10 months

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tsamsiyu ta'em - paving a new path

Masterlist - part nine

Summary: Now Kayla has to get used to yet another way of life, unraveling what she had learned from the Omatikaya.

Pairing: Ronal/Tonowari/Original Female Character

Tag: #tsamsiyu ta'em fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 5k+

Taglist (bold indicates “could not tag”): @mooniequeen @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @heart-an0n @amiets2 @slutforsmut4ever @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @sucker4angstt @inolaphoenix @ilovechickenwings tojisleftarm andyfromku @ivysully

Warnings: canon-compliant, canon-typical violence, mature language, adult content, slow burn, polyamory, found family, cool aunt agenda, alien/human (technically avatar), jake sully sister agenda, time skips, I'm trying to hurry up and get to the good parts so bear with me, fluff, angst, adopted spider, tags to be added

A/N: Sorry for the wait! It's been a hectic couple of weeks

On Kayla's first morning in Awa'atlu, she's greeted by a beautiful sunrise.

When her eyes blink slowly open, she smiles lazily and takes a moment to watch the soft glow trying to peak above the water. That and the soft breeze flowing through the jungle was a lovely feeling to wake up to. Kayla did her best to stretch her limbs while still in her nivi, the hammock rocking ever so slightly between the two trees she attached to either end. She feels some of her joints popping and briefly forms a satisfied smile before climbing down from her makeshift perch.

The avatar had opted out of staying with her brother's family in their marui and instead found a comfortable spot deep within the jungle that sits behind the village, moving more inland so as to gain some semblance of privacy. Climbing down to a branch lower than her nivi, Kayla unstraps the bags she had tied to the trunk of the tree and rummages through her supplies, double-checking that her AR and ammunition were still there before grabbing her breakfast, a niktsyey Neytiri had made for her last night before Kayla decided to disappear into the treeline.

After quickly scarfing down her food, Kayla climbs through the various tree branches, all entwined with each other much like the ones back in the Forest. Kayla expertly runs through the bridge-like branches without much fear of the fall below, light on her feet and trusting her body to know what to do until she makes it to a certain tree, a tree with a small perch she had left her ikran to nest on. Thena looks up at the sound of footsteps approaching, already on high alert until she recognized her rider's scent. The banshee squawks in greeting while Kayla offers a small gesture of morning pets, smiling in awe as the large animal practically melts under her touch like an overgrown cat.

"Good morning," Kayla spoke softly, huffing out a small laugh when Thena nudges her whole face against her rider's side, causing her to stumble.

The blissfully quiet morning air is interrupted by a small whine from down below the treeline, growing closer and closer until Kayla could hear the content of the cries, "Auntiiiieee!"

Alert, Kayla leaves her ikran and quickly descends down the tree branches to get to the forest floor, not jumping until the very last second and landing gracefully on her feet. Straightening back up, the female avatar looks around for the source of the shouting as the foliage of the forest parts to reveal Little Tuk, beaming from ear to ear while simultaneously dragging a less-than-enthusiastic Kiri by the hand. Kayla smiles and waves them over, the oldest out of the two Sully daughters appearing as though she was guilty by association, "Sorry, Auntie. She wouldn't stop until I came with her to find you."

"Aw, my favorite girls!" Kayla exclaims, barely having enough time to brace herself before she is tackled by none other than Tuk. Both aunt and niece laugh as Kayla lifts the little girl up into her arms before turning back to the teen with a worried expression, "Kiri, shouldn't you be resting?"

"I'm fine," Kiri's small smile falls in exchange for remembering what happened yesterday, looking down, embarrassed and a little frustrated, "I'm taking it easy today."

Tuk nuzzled Kayla's face with hers, pouting, "You didn't stay with us last night."

Kayla sighs with a little bit of theatrics to tease Tuk while simultaneously winking at Kiri, "I know. I'm sorry, but your sister needed rest and I didn't wanna crowd her."

Kiri looked grateful, nodding and briefly flashing her aunt a small smile, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, sweet pea."

The girls are interrupted by a fourth party loudly clearing her throat to grab the Sullys' attention. All three heads spin around back in the direction of the village, and standing there holding back the foliage and impatiently drumming her fingers against one hip was none other than the tsahik of the Metkayina, Ronal. Kayla and the girls instantly freeze, afraid to move as if they were just caught doing something they shouldn't.

Ronal was cross, her hard gaze firmly on Kayla with a displeased frown, jutting her chin to appear as though she was looking down on the avatar, "Late for your first day of learning, I see."

"Ah," Kayla couldn't help the small huff of nervous laughter to let out, clearing her throat but not as harshly as Ronal. Kayla sheepishly looked up at the tsahik, "I take it I'm not making a very good impression."

She adjusts Tuk on her hip and then takes Kiri's hand in hers before following Ronal out of the jungle, heading back in the direction of the village. As they walked, Tuk talked and talked about everything she's seen and done since her family began living among the Metkayina, wanting to push out all these stories in one long breath with the fear that her aunt won't be able to hear it all.

Although despite the fact Tuk never took a breath, Kayla had noticed that the child wasn't at all bothered by it. She didn't appear to be struggling to talk and when she had finally finished rambling about her breathing lessons underwater, Tuk calmly and deeply took a breath and smiled, "When you come back from your lessons today, can I show you all my new clothes? Neteyam and Lo'ak gathered stuff for my loincloth and Kiri helped make it! She also helped Tsireya make a new top and jewelry for me! I want to find some shells and add that to my hair as well."

"That sounds like a great idea, Tuk-Tuk," Kayla smiled gently at the little girl, "Can I help you find shells later?"

"Yes, please! Tsireya can show us the best places to find good ones."

Kayla hummed thoughtfully, "I think I need to be introduced to this Tsireya. You kids are speaking high praises for this girl."

"I will introduce you." Kayla looked up and realized that it was Ronal who had spoken, the tsahik still leading the three forest girls into the village and down the walkways without ever looking back. She was clearly expecting them to follow her without a fuss and expected them to keep up. As they weave through the village, Kayla tries her best to take it all in this time now that she wasn't rushed to her next destination. She would still get occasional stares from other Metkayina, but they also stared at Kiri and Tuk, so it was fair to assume that the villagers still find Forest People strange looking.

Kiri and Tuk eventually part from their aunt, explaining that their mother wanted them back to help tidy up the marui after they had found Kayla, so the avatar kissed both her niece's foreheads and sent them away. Kayla turned back and hastily lifted her feet to catch up to Ronal, who didn't appear to be slowing down and waiting up for her guest no matter what. The Sully woman was slightly envious of the tsahik and the Metkayina as a whole. Their legs and arms were clearly stronger and therefore did everything almost faster than that of the Omatikaya. Ronal naturally walked faster and Kayla had no doubt in her mind that the reef woman could swim faster, too, even without the help of her well-balanced tail that Kayla was adamantly and stubbornly not staring at.

They walked in silence up until they make it to the opposite side of the village. Without looking back, Ronal simply stated, "You were hard to find. I had to ask your brother for your whereabouts."

It was clear criticism and Ronal didn't shy away from it. Kayla had to admire someone like that who didn't care about courtesies or anyone's feelings. On Earth, humans would have described the tsahik as someone who had 'zero fucks to give,' and Kayla did her very best to sound genuine as she apologized, "I'm sorry. Should you need to look for me again, I promise you'll always find me in the exact same spot. I won't move my camp unless absolutely necessary."

Ronal doesn't say another word, instead, she stubbornly kept quiet until they finally reached their destination. A row of other huts with various people walking in and out of them was looming tall over Kayla's head until she remembered where she was and forced herself to follow the tsahik into one particular hut before she could get distracted again. This pod was already full of Na'vi, each going about with their own little projects nestled in their hands. Kayla could only see the items in quick glances, but could otherwise tell that this pod was meant for the whole community to use as a place to weave, whittle, and create. Most eyes turn to the entrance of their tsahik, one of which was the same reef girl Kayla had noticed following Ronal around the night before. The girl stood and bounded over to join her mother at the entrance, smiling between her and Kayla.

Ronal extends her hand out to the girl in question while stiffly introducing her to Kayla, "My daughter, Tsireya."

Kayla flashes a beaming smile at the girl and bows her head respectfully, "Lovely to meet you. My nephew Lo'ak says you're a great teacher."

Tsireya's whole face and ears visibly perk up to one of shock and joy, her widening smile contagious as a light color begins to spread over her cheeks, "Oh! That's so sweet of him. It's a pleasure to meet you..." she sweetly scrunched her nose up and tilted her head curiously, "Do the Sully kids call you 'Auntie?'"

"Yes, but that's not my name," Kayla let out a hushed laugh under her breath, "You can call me Kayla or Makayla, I don't mind. The kids call me Auntie because where I'm from, that's how you would address the sister of either of your parents."

"I like it," Tsireya chirps, stepping forward and grasping Kayla's hand before the older woman could even blink. The young girl giddily begins to pull on her hand, leading her further into the pod, "You must sit with me and Mother. I'd love to hear about your world since Lo'ak is always excited to share with me what he knows about it."

Kayla and Tsireya kneel down side by side among the large group of Metkayina and slowly, Ronal joins them, kneeling down on the other side of the avatar. The tsahik doesn't indulge in whatever conversation her daughter has in mind for Kayla, instead, she kept to instructing Kayla on what to do, "In here you will be making your own communal plate. You can use whatever material to do so, but the most common ones are wood and tree bark. It is customary to make your own."

Kayla does as instructed, trying her best to appease Ronal while simultaneously trying to keep up with the amount of questions Tsireya had for her. The avatar tries to keep the human/Earth talk to a minimum so as to not invoke the wrath of the tsahik who is already displeased with her presence but remains cordial with certain topics Tsireya was curious about like the music and games Lo'ak would try to explain to her but never really understood it since he had never grown up with it as Kayla had. Whereas Lo'ak confused Tsireya, Kayla was better at explaining everything and the topics only fascinated the girl even further.

"You should ask Tuk how to play 'red light, green light,'" Kayla encouraged happily, "You'd make her day if you did."

Unbeknownst to Kayla, other Metkayina were listening in on the stories of her homeworld. Some listened out of curiosity, some out of disgust, and some, like Tsireya, out of amazement. Ronal only listened, but was neither curious nor disgusted, despite the frown ever present on her lips. Kayla tried her best not to take the silent treatment to heart and instead did the task given to her while also simultaneously entertaining the tsahik's daughter. The reef girl always had another question ready to ask after Kayla had completed answering the previous one to the point Kayla could barely get a normal breath in. Because of this, the morning went by quicker than anyone anticipated. With a small inkling of disappointment, Tsireya had to part ways with Kayla per Ronal's demand for her daughter's help but promised to come and find the Sully aunt before the communal dinner later that night. Ronal barely spared Kayla a glance while instructing her to find the olo'eyktan by the beach before disappearing with Tsireya.

A small spark of annoyance slid into Kayla's gut but she promptly stomped it down before it could make an appearance on the disappearing figures of Ronal and Tsireya. Oh, how she wanted to lecture the reef woman on simple manners and proper etiquette that would make even her own mother proudly pat her hair from beyond the grave. Instead, Kayla turned around and walked the opposite way, beelining for the beach which was not hard to find.

Tonowari was also not hard to find, given that he clearly towers over most if not all the Metkayina and sticks out among the crowd with his various tattoos and chief adornments. Even as tall as he was, he was clearly less intimidating than his strong-willed mate, smiling and firmly nodding at nearly every passing Na'vi as he patiently waited for someone or something on the shoreline. Kayla still approached with caution, despite this, and eventually, Tonowari's gaze fell on her. Every inch of her wanted to quickly straighten her posture and salute the chief out of all the stupid thoughts running through her head. Kayla managed not to embarrass herself and instead nodded to Tonowari with a small hand gesture to the forehead, trying her best to metaphorically flush that old marine attitude down the drain.

He nodded in return, unaware of her internal struggles while tilting his head in the direction of the ocean, "Let's get started."

They both wad out into the shallow water while Tonowari made a bunch of clinking sounds from the back of his throat. Within moments, a small wave of water comes billowing toward the pair and at the very last second swerves around them in playful circles. A cute head pokes out of the water, clicking and squeaking in excitement and curiosity. Kayla's jaw dropped as the creature continues to swim in circles around her, going just slow enough for her to finally make out the shape of it. The creature reminded her of a dinosaur she had only seen in books or movies, with a long neck, stout body, and four paddle fins instead of legs and feet. As a child, she had a brief phase where she was obsessed with the Loch Ness Monster, and seeing this creature swimming around her in the shape she could only imagine Nessie to look like only brought out that nostalgia in her. It was a creature that was full of personality, excitement always sparkling in both the bigger and smaller pairs of eyes it possessed, similar to an ikran.

Another creature approached, answering Tonowari's call but didn't appear to be as playful or as innocent as the first one. At least four other Metkayina men had to come at their chief's command and wrangle the large beast to remain still in the water as it fought against their hold. Kayla decided to keep a distance from the creature so she, unfortunately, didn't get a good look at it as Tonowari turned back to her, "If you are going to live among us, it is vital that you learn how to ride. There are two creatures the Metkayina use for travel. The first one is the ilu," he holds his hand out in the direction of the dinosaur-like creature swimming around Kayla, "And we learn to ride these gentle creatures as soon as we're able. The other creature is more of a warrior's mount and brash. Less gentle and as strong as a storm."

He moves his arm to gesture to the animal being wrangled by a group of men. Tonowari moved out of the way so Kayla could see the webbed wings pinned to the sides of its long, scaled body. The beast also reminded her of a dinosaur, but perhaps the ancestors of a crocodile made more sense to compare. Tonowari continued the introduction, "The tsurak. If you want, you may try the tsurak as your brother did, but I do not recommend it."

Kayla's eyes widen while indicating to the creature she'll later learn is also called a skimwing, "Jake tried to ride these?"

"Yes."

"And?"

The olo'eyktan visibly cringed, "He injured himself. I told him he should start with an ilu."

A sharp gust of air escaped Kayla's lungs as she smiled to herself and shook her head in amusement, "Forgive my brother. He's a proud, overconfident skxawng."

The group of men and even the tsurak they were holding down were all startled by the deep, boisterous laugh that boomed like thunder in Kayla's ears. If she wasn't watching Tonowari, she wouldn't have guessed that was him laughing, though the sound did match the strong form of the owner. The laugh was abrupt and short, but Kayla and the other men were still surprised even after the olo'eyktan relaxed into a more slackened posture and smirk. He looked pleased as if impressed that someone had got him to laugh. With a wave of his hand, the Metkayina men release the tsurak and disperse while he helps Kayla with mounting an ilu. One push up and she managed to swing a leg over and settle onto the back comfortably as Tonowari explains.

"Ilu are intelligent, sociable creatures. You do not bond with one individual. They are meant to be ridden by the whole community and live peacefully among us."

"It's like a dolphin," Kayla states absentmindedly, startling herself out of her train of thought when she noticed the odd look on Tonowari's face. She ducks her head, "Um... it's a sea creature from my planet. The Omatikaya have community creatures as well. They share the pa'li."

He nods, "Yes, but the pa'li are more loyal and dutiful to their riders. Ilu are playful and sometimes mischievous. You'll need to constantly keep them in line as you ride, or else you'll be bucked off or pulled away from your tasks when they feel the need to play."

His hand trails down the long appendage that was the ilu's queue and held it up to her. Kayla reached behind her and slide her kuru braid over her shoulder and held the tendrils out to meet the same ends as the ilu's. The ilu wiggles underneath her and so her other hand shot out to regain balance, startling both herself and the creature. If it weren't for Tonowari keeping a firm hand on the ilu's body, the animal would've likely taken off.

"Make the bond gently. Remember to take a breath when forming tsaheylu," Tonowari encouraged, "Remember to feel what he is feeling, hear what he is hearing, and see what he is seeing. Think of where you want him to go, but take it slow. It will be hard at first. Holding onto an ilu isn't the same as an ikran."

Kayla nods and obediently takes a deep breath as tsaheylu is formed. She keeps her mind calm so as not to jostle the ilu, and in return, the sweet creature barely flinches. It makes a quiet click of curiosity, craning his neck around to nudge Kayla and the motion makes her smile. Making a quiet demand in her head, the ilu responds and slowly paddles through the water, breaking away from Tonowari and doing small, tight laps around the olo'eyktan.

"Good," he vocalized, folding his arms and watching carefully, "But swimming with the ilu underwater is far more difficult. When submerged, they swim like lightning so you must tuck yourself close to their body or the unforgivable current will make you lose your grip and toss you around."

He drifts up to Kayla and her ilu, instructing her on where to keep her legs when they dive, "Your legs must stay tight against their sides when they go fast. If they go slow or casual, you can just let them drag you along and glide, but you must hang on tightly by the hand. If you ride an ilu without a saddle, keeping one arm around the neck for stability is also an option."

"Okay," Kayla acknowledged, adjusting her hips and legs until she feels like she was sitting on a horse back home. Tonowari pushed her knees in tighter for her then backs away, waiting for her to take off. Kayla takes a deep breath and then holds it when she instructs the ilu to dive. The creature bellows excitedly and bolts underneath the water, the ocean whipping against the avatar's face with a sharp sting when they initially dive down. Kayla keeps her eyes squinted for the most part as the ilu sprints through the water, cutting through as quickly and effectively as a knife through butter. However, one sharp and unexpected turn has Kayla tumbling off her mount, abandoned by the ilu as she's left drifting until she gets her bearings. Shaking her head from the initial rush of adrenaline, Kayla swims back up to the surface, gasping for air as she looks around, stunned by how far she had gotten.

It wasn't very far, however. If she wanted to, she could still count the number of tattoos she could visibly see on Tonowari at this distance. The ilu that betrayed her was jumping in and out of the water, clicking and ululating excitedly.

She growls in frustration, immediately clicking her tongue until the ilu comes to her, curious. Kayla makes tsaheylu and throws herself over the back of the creature, determination evident in her mind, making the ilu itself antsy under her command. She hikes herself up into a proper position and orders the ilu to dive, holding her breath when they submerge and bolt like a missile once more.

The ilu bucks her off again, but Kayla had managed to stay on for a little longer than the last time. It still wasn't good enough. Swimming up to the surface again, the woman snarls and calls for her ride to swim back to her, getting back on without hesitation and without tsaheylu. The ilu squawks in protest until Kayla makes the bond then quiets down. Urging the creature forward, Kayla holds her breath again and leans forward as they dive, ready to go further this time.

They go until she slips or gets bucked off, but no matter how many times she fails, Kayla keeps on coming back and continues to try again, staying firm and on-task. She was too high-strung and determined to do this one thing right, even for only a moment, even when she was beginning to grow exhausted. During one of her last runs, she had managed to stay on longer than the other attempts and even commanded the ilu to take her back to Tonowari to hear what he had to say about her results.

He was still in the water, the ocean hanging low at his hips while he stood off to the side of one of their docks. As they swim closer, Tonowari welcomes them with praise, "Quite resilient. The ilu had only just begun to stop teasing you."

Her mouth unexpectedly falls open in shock, embarrassment creeping into her gut when the ilu makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. Tonowari also appeared amused, but he was clearly struggling with keeping down his smirk. Kayla's ears fold back and she quickly closes her mouth, humiliated after being caught gawking like an idiot, pointedly refusing to make eye contact with her teacher.

"I've never been much of a swimmer."

He tilts his head, "Do Sky People not have oceans where you're from?"

"We do. But we can't swim in them."

The chief doesn't ask further, expression hardening, and she was grateful for that. He hangs onto the ilu as Kayla dismounts then removes the saddle, letting the creature happily roam free before speaking, "To live out here means you have to be in the water. Whether you are hunting or gathering, the water provides all ways of life for us here."

She nods, solemn while watching the ilu disappear, "I understand. It's not my strong suit but I'll make it be."

And to make her point, she takes the ilu saddle from Tonowari's arms and pads through the shallow water to head back to the beach and he follows easily without much effort to part the water in order to move, "Jakesully speaks highly of your fighting skills. He says you make an excellent warrior."

Kayla felt the muscles in her face twitch but was thankful the olo'eyktan was unable to see it as he walked behind her. She's quick to dissuade him, hating the idea of her brother giving their hosts the wrong impression of her, "I'm not a warrior."

Tonowari's eyebrow ridge lifts in question, "No?"

Jake's words had come back to haunt Kayla at that moment, the memory souring her mood with the same resentment she wished she could just bury for good. Her voice was low and disgusted, but she made sure that the disgust wasn't misinterpreted or directed at Tonowari when she spoke, "I'm a soldier where I'm from. There's a difference. Warriors have honor and earn respect for their loyalty. Soldiers... just follow orders. They don't speak or think for themselves. They just do what they're told without question. There's no honor in that."

The conversation leads to silence and Kayla feels guilt for speaking so heavily to someone she had only met -and a well-respected figure no less- as if they were friends. Unable to look at Tonowari, Kayla busies herself by taking the ilu saddle in her arms and hoisting it over her head and onto the dock. With her hands now free, she used her upper arm strength to lift herself up onto the dock, the water rolling down her body and departing from her for the evening. Kayla finally looks back over her shoulder to find that Tonowari was still standing in the shallow water and staring at her, but surprisingly, he didn't look indifferent. He seemed perplexed and confused like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. Kayla feels as though she was under observation or something and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, causing her posture to shift and her eyes to look away. She had never had the urge to read other people's minds, but for a moment she wondered what she would find in Tonowari's at that moment. The same went for Ronal, both clan leaders capable of hiding their thoughts from the world, making Kayla envious of their poker faces. Kayla has seen an indifferent individual give her judgemental looks before, but this wasn't the same. Sure, Ronal wasn't entirely thrilled with Kayla being in her village, but she also hasn't really voiced her opinions about it and had begrudgingly taught Kayla without much complaint if any. Perhaps the tsahik was equally as curious as the olo'eyktan, but she just shows it in a different way. Tonowari, however, is openly curious and also just as welcoming. He's kind and helpful, a strong leader with a good conscience on his shoulders.

Kayla complimented the clan leaders in her head, confidently aware of how the two clearly work so well together. They work well together not only in leading their people but to make Kayla uncomfortable and paranoid as to what they might be thinking of her. She is rescued from these embarrassing thoughts, however, when Neytiri bounds up the walkway and down the end of the dock toward the pair, her father's bow in hand.

Neytiri nods to the man beside Kayla, "Olo'eyktan. I wish to take my sister hunting."

Tonowari was likely eager to end the awkward interaction as much as Kayla, but he hid it well, firmly smiling and nodding in return, "Very well. We can stop for today."

Kayla relaxed her stance and went to bend down and take the ilu saddle, but Tonowari was quick and had taken it back before she could touch it. Looking back at him, Kayla caught the kind smile still etched in the corner of his mouth, and for added measure, he nods in the direction of Neytiri to silently see her off. Kayla forces herself to relax again and briefly nods back to the man, "Thank you."

Neytiri waits until the avatar woman joins her before tilting her head in the direction of the forest standing strong further inland, "Come, Kayla. We fly."

This time, Kayla genuinely relaxed and her smile had returned, beaming at Neytiri as if she said the best thing she had heard all day. Refusing to look back at the sparkling ocean, she bounds into the woods right beside Neytiri as they both call for their respective ikrans, taking off into the air with echoing whoops and hollers of excitement bouncing off of each other.

They hunt for the majority of the afternoon. Well, part of the afternoon, the other half was spent flying absently and just enjoying the flight together. Neytiri was eager to see just how far Kayla had gotten into hunting and flying, excited that she had someone else to do her favorite activities with other than Jake or Neteyam. It was nice for the Omatikaya woman, feeling more at home than she has in months, pretending as though she was merely hunting along the cliffsides leading back into the forest of her home, without any thought of danger or war.

They circle the large island dozens of times, never going out over open water beyond the atoll wall. When the bright sunlight was beginning to dim and turn into a soft, gold glow, Neytiri mimics a bird call to draw Kayla's attention to her and has her sister-in-law follow her home.

Neytiri leaves almost immediately again when they return to the Sully marui, this time with Jake by her side. The parents had asked Kayla to watch the kids while they go out and enjoy time for themselves for the first time in months, since before they had left the Forest and come here. Kayla was more than happy to babysit and felt content after Jake and Neytiri made their escape, leaving the kids alone to adamantly talk the ears off of their aunt, gathered around the small hearth in their home as Tuk shows off her new clothes.

"So how was your first day?" Kiri asked while tilting her head with curiosity.

Kayla shrugged while absently polishing up the final details of the dinner plate she had made earlier that day, "I think it went okay. Tsireya is very sweet and polite. I can see why you kids admire her. The olo'eyktan is more of the same. Kind and respectable. I see where his daughter gets it. Not sure about the tsahik yet. She's a bit headstrong and... standoffish?"

Lo'ak scoffs, rolling his eyes irritably, "That's where Ao'nung gets it."

"Ao'nung?" Kayla plays the name on her tongue, "Don't think I met them yet."

Neteyam nods, "Ao'nung is the son, their firstborn."

Tuk crosses her arms and pouts, "He's mean."

Neteyam spun to his baby sister, ready to lecture her, "Tuk--"

"And he left Lo'ak alone."

The whole group grows quiet, wincing when Kayla pointedly looked at each and every one of them, her ears lowering with concern when her eyes finally land on Lo'ak, "What does that mean?"

The kid in question nervously chuckles, running an anxious hand over the back of his neck, "I, uh... I hit Ao'nung in the face once."

A single eyebrow rises up Kayla's forehead, doubtful, "Once?"

"Okay. Multiple times."

"Lo'ak..."

"He was picking on Kiri! That's all he ever did right up until the fight," when Kayla briefly looked over to Kiri for confirmation, the teenage girl simply nods with an unpleasant frown. She stubbornly looks down at the fire without ever meeting anyone else's gaze. When Kayla turned back to Lo'ak, the boy shied away from her eyes, shrugging, "I just wanted him to know what happens when he decides to pick on a bunch of 'freaks' like us."

The word rings in her ears until Kayla visibly cringed, hissing quietly between her clenched teeth. Sadly staring down into her lap while processing the idea of someone purposely going out of their way to hurt her nieces and nephews, Kayla brings herself to feel resigned so Lo'ak doesn't have to constantly feel like he was under scrutiny with every adult he talks to. Kayla takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, nodding, "... Alright. So what happened after the fight?"

Lo'ak's fast and angry pants began to settle, doubling down on his anger and relaxing when he realized Kayla wasn't trying to lecture him. Putting his guard down, Lo'ak lowered his head and mumbled the rest of the story, "I tried to apologize and stupidly followed Ao'nung and his friends outside the reef... even though I knew I wasn't supposed to do that."

Neteyam snarled softly while nudging his little brother in the elbow, "The skxawng got himself... what is it called when one person is initiated into a group by doing something alone and stupid? You said it usually happens to Earth children when going into... college?"

Kayla's eyes narrow as she scrounges for the right word in her head, "Hazing?"

"Yeah, it was kind of like that. Lo'ak was hunting for fish one second and then the next he was alone. They left him."

The aunt bit her lip, her expression one of pity while leaning over and patting Lo'ak's wrist in comfort, "That sounds terrible. I'm happy you're safe, Lo'ak. I bet you gave your parents quite the scare."

He shook his head, "They were more mad at me than scared."

That familiar cold and resentful feeling returned in her chest, a harsh reminder that Lo'ak's parents weren't just any normal parents, and his father just so happened to be the brother Kayla was forced to live with. Without trying to jump to conclusions, she carefully questioned her nephew, "What do you mean?"

"I took the blame because I figured that's how I'd get Ao'nung to be my friend."

"... I guess that's one way to do it. So your parents got mad because you took the blame?"

He shook his head again and let out a quiet, breathy laugh as if he was still in disbelief, "I think they actually believe it was my fault we were out there in the first place."

Neteyam quickly cut in, firmly gripping his brother's shoulder, "No, it was my fault. I should have been with you--"

"Neteyam," the oldest spun his head to look in his aunt's direction, his braids, and beads noisily following the motion. Kayla sternly shook her head at him, "No. You can't be in two places at once. I think even your eggheaded father should realize that."

Looking around at her nieces and nephews, she levels them all with a stern, knowing glare, "No one is perfect, kids. Just remember that if someone tries to make you live up to perfection next time."

Lo'ak scoffs, though a small, playful smirk became more prominent on his face as his eyes shine at her with mirth, "Kind of like how no one should expect you to get ilu riding down right away?"

Kayla threw her head back to stare up at the ceiling with a groan of frustration, wincing with embarrassment, "You saw that?"

"Maybe," he laughed, "You ate that, Auntie."

"Kid. I'm going to give you one chance and one chance only to never use Earth slang on me ever again."

A/N: Again, I'm very sorry for the wait. Summer had gotten way busier than I thought it was going to be. Please leave a request if you want and in terms of this fic, I try to post new chapters every or every other week and usually before the weekend so keep an eye out. Have a good one!

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