#( if someone seeks me out after not getting a response after a day or two. and willingly so )

[adollrable]

Under the same moon.

✧ summary: where it's your birthday and your boyfriend is on a mission far from home.

✧ cw: female reader x leon kennedy (re4r), fluff, just him being a cutie pie and the boyfiest boyfie ever (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿

✧ wc: 1387

a/n: I'M SCARED, this is my first time writing something COMPLETELY in english so... if something looks kinda silly forgive me 😞 english is not my first language but feel free to give me feedback!

my birthday was two days ago and i kinda want it to write something so, if someone is reading this on their birthday, happy birthday!!! 🤲🏻

11:45 PM. You were pacing around your apartment. Brushing your teeth, doing your skin care routine, pulling out the softest cotton sheets you have at your disposal.

You looked at the calendar that sat on the nightstand next to your bed, your eyes drifting towards the next day's date. Your birthday.

You weren't that excited, the printed number that indicated your day of birth wasn't marked with a red marker that circled it. The date Leon would return was.

Originally, your boyfriend's absence wouldn't interfere with your birthday. He would be with you on your special day. But you thought back to the call you had with him a few days ago, with him trying to get a signal to tell you that he couldn't make it on time and that he was really sorry.

You understand. It doesn't bother you, but you wish he was by your side now.

His job was complicated, and he explained that he couldn't tell you much from it. As far as you know, he's in Spain, rescuing someone. You don't know who, but it must be someone important.

11:55 PM. Five minutes to midnight. Five minutes until another return to the sun happens for you.

You laid down on your bed, covered by the sheets that hugged your body. You took the pillow that Leon usually uses and wrapped both arms around it, seeking comfort to avoid missing him so much.

Tomorrow would be just another day. Sure, your friends will congratulate you, you will receive calls from your family at extremely early hours of the morning, and you will repeat "thank you, I appreciate it" like a broken recorder for each call and message.

Gifts don't matter, much less a cake, or a party. The only thing you want is for the love of your life to return soon and you can be together.

Rolling between thoughts, you were able to fall asleep.

12:00 PM. Finally your birthday.

Your cellphone vibrated with every message that one of your friends or your family sent you congratulations. The light from the device breaks into your not-so-deep sleep, since not even ten minutes had passed since you closed your eyes.

Sheet off you, you stopped hugging the pillow and with a soft grunt reached for your phone, checking notifications with squinted eyes.

You lowered the brightness of your cell phone because of that annoying burning in your eyes and now with more comfort, you wandered around the notifications you had, until one caught your attention completely.

Leon ♡: "Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much."

A smile began to form on your face, and without hesitation you unlocked your cell phone to answer him.

Thanks, Lee :( I miss you and I love you

You weren't expecting a response, after all, he must be busy, right? In Spain it must have been your birthday hours ago, but he still bothered to wait for it to come where you are.

Leon ♡: I miss you too, how have you been?

You didn't think he would have time to respond, but you also didn't want to spend three days without hearing from him, so you took advantage of the opportunity.

I've been fine... I haven't done much, just work and back home :( how about you?

Leon ♡: Tired, but all good. Missing you most of all the time. Tell me, have you done anything interesting?

Does missing you count? :[

Leon ♡: Yeah, it counts, sweet thing. I want to tell you something, okay? But let me call you first.

The fact that he was going to call you made you feel good, he may not be with you on your birthday and he is supposed to arrive days later, but one call is enough to lift your spirits.

You were going to answer but your screen lit up with your boyfriend's contact name and the buttons to answer or hang up the call. You pressed the green button and put it on speaker, placing your phone on your chest with a smile. "Hi..."

"Hello, birthday girl." His voice... You could spend hours listening to him speak, even if he was talking about the most boring topic in the world, you would pay attention from start to finish. "How's my baby doing?"

You giggled, there really wasn't much to say, your birthday had started less than an hour ago, "No crazy, exciting party... My friends have congratulated me, as has my family. My parents must be asleep at this time, so I guess when they wake up they'll call me."

"Yeah, they must be resting at this time, huh. You should, too. It's only because of your birthday that you stay up so late." He answered and you could hear his smirk over the phone, making you blush slightly.

"Of course not... I can sleep late whenever I want." And even if you wanted to, you know it's not possible. Once you get home from work and settle into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you fall deeply into the arms of Morpheus. It's hard not to sleep well when you have a giant boyfriend pillow. "I can't sleep without you here."

"I know, baby, I know... I can't sleep without my sweet girl hugging me like a damn teddy bear." He chuckled and you did it too. Both of you fell into a small silence, it wasn't awkward, it was comforting. "Hey, baby?" He began, as you settled into the sheets.

"Mhm?" You asked, as you looked at the moon through your bedroom window. Her brilliance seeped in and was strong and radiant.

Watching the moon always gave you a certain comfort, knowing that no matter where Leon is, both of you will always be under the same moon and firmament of stars.

A laugh came through the speaker of your cell phone, the same laugh that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Did you see how beautiful the moon is?"

You smiled, humming a small "mhm" in response, before adding, "Yeah... It's full and very pretty. I wish you were here to watch it together."

Leon let out a small sigh, "Yeah, me too, what if you ask the moon for that?" You chuckled this time. It was a silly thing to do, but, why not?

"Like a birthday wish? But if you know it then it won't come true." Leon could hear the pout in your voice, and he smiled to himself. "Maybe there will be an exception this time." He murmured. "Come on, babe. Do it."

With your eyes closed, you let out a sigh, wishing with all your being that Leon could be by your side as soon as possible, and after a few seconds, you heard him speak, "Did you do it?"

"Yeah, I did... Time to wait I guess." Your gaze met that radiant crater that was seen in its maximum splendor, until something began to click in your head.

"Did you see how beautiful the moon is?" There is supposed to be approximately six hours between your location and Spain, so it was impossible for Leon to see the moon shining in its entirety, but you tried not to give too much thought to the matter, since the moon can also be seen during the day, although at lower exposure.

But if he talked about the moon... And how big it looked... That could mean that maybe he...

"The stars look very bright too." He added after.

"But, you know what I think is more bright?" He began, while his footsteps were heard on the cement, signaling that he had begun to walk.

Until he stopped.

"The brightest thing I'm going to see is your face when you look out the window."

That made you get up from your bed, phone in hand while with clumsy steps thanks to the sheets rolled up between your legs, you reached the window and realized everything.

He is here.

And when he saw that look light up on your face, he knew that the moon was nothing compared to how radiant you looked. "Hey, birthday girl."

It seems like the moon was the perfect alibi for Leon to sneak in and surprise you.

Or simply the moon heard your wishes, and fulfilled them on your special day.

a/n: OKAY... I'M STILL NERVOUS I PUT THIS ON THREE DIFFERENT GRAMMAR CHECKERS BUT I'M STILL AFRAID i suck at writing tbh but this idea was scratching my brain and i thought Hmm why not SO!!! i hope y'all like it :] i appreciate likes and reblogs annnnnd comments i love comments!!! feel free to give me tips to be better at writing or something THAT'S ALL BYE-BYE 🤲🏻

[deadveiled]

( i think it's okay to hate me, actually )

[lost-in-lamentation]

he never imagined he'd show anyone this side of himself. but when it's you, he can't help but show you everything.

a/n: starting the side character writing off with a bang! this is part two of the first sign of affection.

content: what do the side characters do when they want to show you they appreciate you?

warnings: once again, if physical touch isn't your thing, neither is this post. also, solomon is a sad boi.

diavolo; he falls asleep around you.

the future king of devildom takes everything in stride. from RAD problems to royal affairs, diavolo has it all covered. but sometimes, even the ruler himself finds himself on the panicked side. he begins to seek you out when he finds himself standing on anxiety's edge; your presence relaxes him to the point where he can't fight off the tiredness that clings. as the papers get signed, diavolo's eyes start to droop, and he doesn't notice the way you shift yourself closer to catch him. he falls asleep on your shoulder before he knows it, and you allow him to rest as long as he needs.

later, when he stirs and lifts his head to look at you, you quickly coax it back to where it was, sending his heart racing. "go back to sleep, you need it."

"... thank you." diavolo relishes in the way your hand combs through his hair, taking a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.

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barbatos; he fiddles with your hands.

as diavolo's right hand man, barbatos barely ever has a second to spare. so when he extends you an invite to come and have a tea tasting session with him, you absolutely cannot decline. throughout the day, he hands you flavours upon flavours of tea, each time never failing to ask if you'd like to take some of the leaves back home for yourself. the two of you eventually sit in a comfortable silence, fingertips brushing when you reach for the tea pot at the same time. without a word, barbatos slips his gloves off and reaches for your hands, beginning to idly play with your fingers.

your eyes widen in surprise, but you allow him to continue. "you... you okay?"

barbatos doesn't take his eyes away from your hands. "please, indulge me for just a moment," he says softly, placing his palm on top of yours.

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simeon; he plays with your hair.

simeon is often a man of few words. after all, he can never get his d.d.d. to work when he wants to call or even text you. so instead, he goes the old-fashioned way and comes knocking on your door instead. his heart skips a beat when you usher him in, and time flies by without much effort. the two of you sit pressed into each other's sides, and simeon takes his chance when he notices how your head bobs up and down sleepily. his hand reaches up and begins to tenderly card his hand through your hair, chuckling at the wobbly grin you began making.

"that feels nice," you murmur, settling even further into his side.

simeon lightly nuzzles his face on the top of your head in return. "i'm glad."

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solomon; he cries in front of you.

for someone to have lived as long as solomon, emotions begin to blend together. he's long forgotten where the line between sadness and anger lies, and it shows when the sorcerer smiles at a situation that calls for a frown. you recall the story he told you long ago, remembering the way his expression wavered as he recounted his memories. you stand by his side now in silence; his voice falters as he tries to say anything to you. in response, you turn his face towards you, telling him to do what he has never done in front of anyone.

you bring him closer, wrapping your arms around him. "stop holding back. you're safe with me."

"safe with you," solomon whispers back. the dam breaks, and in your presence, solomon allows tears to fall for the first time in centuries.

a/n: i love cat, if you couldn't tell.

[luvwestwood]

"Head Empty" - Gojo Satoru

3,043 words.

warnings. nsfw (18+), satoru is your tutor, resolved sexual tension, semi-public sex, he fingers you so you could focus on your studying, sex depr!ved reader, oral (under the table), he eats you out again, library setting, unprotected sex, praising, creampie, fucking you against the library shelves.

notes. i'm literally dripping like a waterfall as I write this. ugh I wish gojo was my tutor, I'd pass all my exams to make sure I receive that good dicking as a reward when I get an A++++.

art used is by @/yunonoai!

The days would only and inevitably count-down until the start of your finals week. You realised you were too much of a procrastinator - someone or something had to tell you to get your shit together to start studying, or at least to receive that ounce of motivation.

You knew who to call for that. A high grade achiever, ladies man, and the college's example of an ideal student. Gojo Satoru. Oh, and boy was he fine. Maybe, getting a little too fine.

You were majoring in law and history, and fuck, was it doing your head in. Luckily, your classmate Satoru offered some help - free of charge. Knowing you were in a sticky situation, of course you accepted the offer. I mean, who wouldn't? Tutoring from the smartest guy in your year is like learning a ground-breaking ability from a top class sorcerer.

Although, you were starting to regret it at some point.

Being with Satoru in the library - almost all day, every day of the week. Your thoughts were clouded with him. Filthy, or pure, the scenarios were endless.

Chin on your palm, eyes dazed into his own. Head empty. You would find yourself staring at his lips for too long, just to be able to hear him scold you playfully for not paying attention. But then having regret when you had to review the same day's topic for the third time cause you just wouldn't listen.

Nothing he taught you would go into that little brain of yours. Not one bit.

You wondered if he was a different type of smart. Intelligent enough to notice how you'd stamp your thighs together after thinking such vulgar thoughts. Like him bending you over the library's table, then and there, just pounding into you in front of ev-

..A slender hand waves in front of your face. "Hey, are you listening?" your train of thought had come to an end as his voice broke you out of your trance.

Your eyes widen, turning to the white haired man beside you. "..Yeah, of course I am." you quickly pull away your chin off your palm, picking your pen up just to stare blankly at the case study in front of you.

He groans, over the fact that this is a recurring thing every time the two of you study. "Then tell me," he continued, "What was I talking about?"

Your eyes flicker into an eyeroll in defeat, and Satoru just grins. Unfortunately you were unable to catch that.

"..Alright," He gently sighed. "Let's just do some quick drilling questions to get you more warmed up."

You stay quiet, mentally slapping yourself before you think; how does he even put up with me.

You fiddle with your biro as you watch his every move. The filthy thoughts come flooding in again as you watched his fingers turn the pages, and you just imagine that the pages were your fo-

"So, tell me. What was the inqu!s!t!on during the Reformation?" Satoru's lips pursed together in hopes of a correct answer from you.

"..That's easy. It was a court..” Developing your answer, your heart thumped as you awaited a 'correct' or 'wrong' result from Satoru. Why were you nervous anyways..? Were you.. seeking validation from him?

He smiled as you gave him the answer, which was in fact, correct. "Good girl," Satoru put a small tick beside the question to note you had it correct. "I knew you had it in you."

You just smile back, no verbal response. His praise towards you immediately had your legs clamped together like always, making you move around in your chair. Fiddling with the fabric of your mini skirt that you just put on for him to see your bare legs.

Satoru goes off on a tangent about another topic in relation to the reformation, and so forth. The words coming out of his mouth just ran straight through your ears, and to some trash can in the library. The thought of him praising you as you please him kept replaying in your head like a broken record player.

Feet tapping out of nervousness underneath the table, your poor biro was so chewed to the point it didn't look like a pen anymore.

A slam of a book was heard on your left, and it was Satoru. Luckily a few people have left the library, so the only person left was someone on the far end of the table, with their headphones on too.

The tapping of your foot had long ended, as you were faced with a distressed Gojo. His hand remained on the cover of the textbook.

"Okay, I know this is hard. You accepted my offer to tutor you, but if you wanted to study on your own that's fine with me." You weren't sure if he hated you, or was just fed up, but no response came out of your mouth.

His hand leaves the cover, and instead his whole body turns to you on the chair. "It always seems like- you're distracted. You're barely listening to me 70% of the time, could you tell me why?" Oh God, if only he knew why.

You lied, hoping you could get away with it. "I'm just tired. Finals week coming up just has me stressed, so I can't sleep." You mutter under your breath, but the library was quiet enough for Satoru to hear it perfectly fine.

"I don't think that's the issue." He slightly leans in closer to your face to whisper sternly. "You act like I don't see you biting your lip, squeezing your legs together or fiddling with the ends of that tiny skirt of yours every time you look at me."

You could've sworn that your throat went dry as your skirt hypothesis was proven true. "..I swear.. I'm not lying."

Satoru pinches his nose bridge in denial. "Look, I doubt that you would want to fail your finals because you were horny the whole time you were being tutored."

I honestly hope there's something playing in that persons headphones.

The two of you take a few breaths to recollect yourselves, until Satoru quietly speaks again.

"How about, we just ease back into reviewing the same material. Just please, give me your undivided attention. Just for now."

With Satoru knowing your dirty little secrets, there's no hiding now. You had no choice but to oblige. "Yeah okay. I'm all ears."

He opens the textbook again, returning to the same chapter. This time he goes on about the results of the reformation.

But something was different.

His warm hand rested on your bare thigh, almost under your skirt. Dangerously creeping into your inner leg, to the point that his pinky finger could graze against your underwear if he wanted to. Your feet tapping also managed to stop. This was enough to form a pool between your legs.

He paused his reading for a moment to turn to you. "Are you alright with my hand there? I mean, this is the only way I could get you to listen." Satoru caressed the soft flesh of your leg with his thumb. All you were able to do was nod, like an obeying puppy. "..Just, follow along with your textbook like a good girl."

Satoru's fingers brushed against your cotton underwear. He whispered under his breath, "You're so needy, aren't you huh?" Your hand swiftly held onto his wrist out of nervousness, his index finger toying with your panties to move them to the side.

"Just relax, and give me a summary of what you had just learnt."

You coughed, clearing your throat. "W-well, I believe it was for a good cause.. and..." Your breath suddenly hitched, stopping you mid-sentence. You felt Satoru's fingers slide between your folds, only slightly pushing his middle finger into your dripping hole.

Words couldn't describe how embarrassed you felt about the fact you and your panties were absolutely soaked.

Faint squelching noises were heard as he slowly fucked at this rate, two fingers into you under the table. Your words caught up in your throat one after the other, "..And.. attitudes to trade.."

You stopped talking, and your hand rested against your forehead as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. The way you were squirming about in your chair, and the fact that your slick was fully coating his fingers had Satoru's cock straining against his pants.

"That's it.. you're 100% correct. Keep going." The curling of his middle and ring finger picked up its pace, his thumb now lazily rubbing circles on your clit.

You pulled away your forehead from your hand, moving to place it back against his own arm. "Satoru..I can't.. you're gonna.. make me cum.." You swallowed your spit to suppress a moan.

As soon as you said that, he pulled his fingers out. You could almost whimper out loud at the sudden emptiness in your hole, and that he denied you from getting off on his fingers.

"..What the fuck, Satoru?" You whispered angrily, a grin curling up on his face.

You watched as he wrapped his mouth around his fingers, sucking your juices off them before looking around the library. He pulls out a few papers from his backpack, which was another question and answer activity sheet.

"Do these for me, and by the time I'm back it better be finished, and I expect it to all be answered correctly." He slid the sheet to your side, before glancing around the library again.

Confused, you questioned him. "..Where are you off to?"

You could only see another smirk form on his face before he went underneath the table, disappearing off to somewhere. Oh no. You cautiously looked around your surroundings too. Still that one same person from earlier sitting at the end of the table.

A yelp escapes your mouth little too loudly as you felt him tickling the sides of your thighs with his hands, a creaking noise ringing throughout the library as he dragged your chair closer to the table and to him. Luckily no one regarded that.

Trying not to be obvious, you carried on with your work, making an attempt at the questions.

You could still feel him moving about underneath the table, his hands taking a hold under your thigh, placing both above each of his shoulders.

A playful giggle came out of your mouth as his soft hair tickled your legs, your hand sliding down his arm as they made their way behind you on the chair, cupping the back of your ass. His head now underneath your skirt, his pointer fingers going back under as well to tug on your panties, pulling them off and down your legs.

A wet kiss was immediately planted on your bare pussy, your legs jittering about on his shoulders at the ticklish feeling.

Another creak of the chairs legs against the floor was made as Satoru moved you closer to the edge of the chair to have full access to your pussy.

At one point, your thighs almost locked around his head as soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, and as he sucked on it with his lips before using his tongue to fuck your hole.

The writing on the activity sheet turned in to squiggles, now illegible. Your fingers instead twisted the corner of the paper, ruining the quality all together as it became wrinkly.

Your mouth formed an 'O' shape as you felt him fucking you with his fingers, and lapping at your clit at the same time. You had only covered your mouth with your fist to mask it as a yawn.

Meanwhile your other hand repeatedly tapped on his sculpted shoulder, letting him know you were about to cum. And if he didn't move, there'd be a mess all over the library hard-flooring.

The coil in your stomach had finally snap, your silent orgasm washing over you as Satoru lapped at your juices underneath, making sure not to miss a drop.

Satoru's face so messy and wet, it dripped down his chin as he sucked on your clit one last time for good luck.

You felt Satoru gently grab your thighs, placing them back down on the ground and off his shoulders. You honestly felt like you were gloop, your legs felt as if they were made of dough and unable to stand up on their own.

He crawled back up onto his chair, I don't know how the person on the other end of the table didn't suspect anything like at all. Maybe they're just acting dumb or perhaps just genuinely focused on their work.

You slightly looked down underneath the table, seeing your poor underwear left on the cold ground. I'll.. get that later.

"So, did you finish the sheet?" Satoru glanced over to the sheet, wiping and licking around his lips for any excess on his face.

He almost chuckled out loud as he saw the squiggly lines all over the answer boxes. "I'll take that as a no."

You roll your eyes, unamused. "I couldn't focus."

"Really? Well, that beats the purpose of me trying to help you less than thirty seconds ago." Satoru teases, turning around to the book aisles around him. "Ah- think we need to get a certain book. Come with me."

The two of you immediately knew what that meant, and at the speed of light you both got up from your chairs. The textbooks, bags and stationary were just left on the study tables. You remembered to tug on your skirt to make sure your ass wasn't on show before getting up.

Both you and Satoru scurried away into a book aisle deeper into the library, far away from where everyone was studying. Luckily the library was quiet today, and there are literally no cameras here. You always wondered why, but at this moment there was no way in hell you were complaining.

Reaching the 'Ecology' aisle, which was completely irrelevant to what both of you were studying, the two of you jokingly went separately on each side of the shelf, your eyes watching each other like a hawk through the gaps between the books.

Your heart was about to leap out of your chest as you got closer to the other end of the entire shelf. The last step, and Satoru comes jumping at you, pushing you against the entire shelf and started sloppily kissing each other. Almost like you both were yearning for this.

A whimper and grunt came from yours and Satoru's lips as you both melted into each other, a string of saliva connected your tongues as soon as he pulled away.

Your hand quickly snaked down to the waistband of his pants as he planted hot, wet kisses down your neck making you both giggle.

You just couldn’t believe this was happening right now. His heavy cock hanging and pre-cum leaking from the tip as you pulled it out from his pants. Picking you up, Satoru's hands cupped beneath your bare ass as your legs wrapped around his waist.

His weight fully pressed you back against the shelf, to be able to use his free hand to align his tip with your hole before slowly sliding in. You let out a gasp, you imagined him to be big but not so big in girth, as well as length. His cock stretched you out enough that it will probably remember his shape, and only his.

A long grunt came from his mouth as he felt you sink down on him, sliding in and out slowly - allowing you to adjust before immediately rutting into you at an inhumane pace, the shelves slightly shaking from how hard he was drilling into you.

Satoru's hands now had full support on your legs behind your knees, an 'Ecology 101' book falling off the shelf behind you as you moaned his name into his ear like it was a prayer, only to result in him panting against your neck.

"You drive me crazy," Satoru moans out, sounding feral as he panted between each sentence. "Got me pounding into you against the shelves at this library?" The two of you fucked like rabbits. His lips couldn't last ten seconds without yours.

Your ass would ripple each time he deeped into you, noises of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout the library.

At one point, he thrusted deep enough to hit your sweet spots that you moaned a bit too loud. The two of you just bursted into a small giggle as he placed his palm over your mouth.

Another book, "All about Aquatic Ecology" falls off the shelf behind you. You wonder how someone hasn't check on you two yet, thinking the falling books were a sign of paranormal activity. I mean, you guys chose the shelves far away from people for a reason.

"F-Fuck, Satoru- I'm gonna.." Beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead from how hard he was fucking your brains out, you were bound to cry, but you felt him place more kisses against your jaw. "Too fast.. Satoru-"

"I know baby, tell me," Satoru whispered, his thrusts getting slow and staggered. "What is it, you gonna cum?"

Your hands moved from behind his neck to clutching onto the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders. "..Please... let me cum.." Your head fell back against the wooden panel of the shelf. "And your cum.. I want it in me."

You felt Satoru give you one last deep thrust into your pussy, bottoming into you as he let out his thick load into your hole non stop, some of it leaking out and dripping down his cock.

The two of you moaned as quietly as you can as your orgasms washed over the both you, Satoru resting his forehead against your chest, his balls throbbing as his cum pumped into you continuously.

His arms still underneath your legs, Satoru slowly slid his cock out before grunting at the cum that dripped and leaked out of you, onto the library floor. What a mess.

He planted another kiss on your lips before gently placing your legs back down onto the ground, holding your hand for support.

"Fuck, Satoru. You literally blew my back out."

You could feel his warm cum slowly trickle down your inner leg, regretting the fact that you said you'll pick up your panties later on.

Satoru slapped your ass, grabbing a handful afterwards. "Think we'll need to start tutoring back at your place."

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⤳ as always, thank you for the love on each and every one of my posts. 🎀🩷

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part two]

warnings: implied infidelity, implication of obsessive thoughts or love, workplace toxicity, non consensual surveillance.

There might be potential triggers in this piece. If you do not feel comfortable with reading it, please hit the 'back' button on your phone or laptop and find something much more pleasant to read than a potential series of unfortunate events.

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Hey guys, and welcome to part two of my new original yandere oc x series, featuring the good-looking prick and CEO of his family's conglomerate, Yeo Jung-Hwa.

This is a collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @pinkgoldweebgirl for their honest feedback on the earlier drafts of this project and @impeakcharacterdesign for being my beta-reader for the final draft.

I definitely was not expecting such positive feedback on the first part in less than a week, so thank you all for reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts on it, they really made some of my more stressful days in the medical field a little brighter :)

Also, if the lofi vibes nor are the clothes written in here aren’t your thing, feel free to insert whatever is your preferred interior theme and fashion/clothing style.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the drama being unfolded on the stage.

Part one

Yeo Jung-Hwa was unhappy with the series of events that had occurred at the office. Hyueng Mun-Hee had bursted into his office with tears streaming down her bright red face, sobbing about how she cannot stand being bullied by the team manager of her department any longer. Who was the team manager?

You. His fiancee. The woman he must marry. A promise between his father and yours that would be beneficial to everyone involved - everyone except him. Wasn’t he entitled to experience pure joy of being loved and in love? To be with someone who wasn’t tiresome and annoyed him all the time? 

Meeting Hyeung Mun-Hee had felt like seeking the sky for the first time. She was a breath of fresh air to his stifling world. Hearing your most recent act of cruelty towards her had been the final straw. And like any self-respecting CEO, he texted the CFO to look into it before all hell had broken loose. He was receiving emails from the managers of all the other departments left and right, all with the same attachment. Botched up documents. And the one who had sent it was none other than Hyeung Mun-Hee. 

But he didn’t believe it at first.

 He truly thought it was another underhanded trick you had created to get Hyeung Mun-Hee fired because that’s exactly the sort of person you are to him; a dishonest, greedy, arrogant woman whose saving grace as a human being is an excellent work ethic. Once he had calmed his darling, drying her tears with his handkerchief, he marched into the Finance Department and demanded answers from you as soon as he got off of the phone with his panicked CFO. Instead of apologizing for what you did, you explained how Hyeung Mun-Hee made mistakes and you gave her a chance to fix them, but she did not correct them. She completed the required training. She knows how to calculate and make spreadsheets, so why is she pushing her work onto others? 

More importantly, you fixed her mistakes and sent out the correct ones to the other departments. Everything has been resolved, but you wanted Hyeung Mun-Hee to attend the company’s financial seminars to ensure that this embarrassing incident does not happen again. As much as he despised you, every point you made was correct…especially after he retreated to his office and compared the budget allocations on his monitors; Hyeung Mun-Hee’s on the left and yours on the right. The numbers in his darling’s work were completely off, and they could have cost the company hundreds of thousands if the situation hadn’t been resolved. 

He was certain that it was sheer dumb luck. 

Just because you had prevented a major internal disaster from occurring doesn’t mean he would ever look at you as he looked at Hyeung Mun-Hee. In a cesspool filled with hypocrites and liars, his darling is a breath of fresh air. Pure, kind-hearted, committed. Loving. So many qualities you lacked. Yet is it all that it seems? He thought, sitting alone in his home office late at night. If Hyeung Mun-Hee made these mistakes, why didn’t she just admit it instead of coming to me? 

He wanted to believe she was telling the truth, yet the proof is right there on his computer. Like his predecessors, he needed to take on the responsibility of a leader and make sure that the conglomerate’s integrity remained intact. However, he also desired to shelter his darling from the world’s cruelty. Remove her from the department and secretly marry her so that they could be together at last. He is selfish, but he has the right to bask in his own happiness. Unlike some people.

Well, if he can’t outright get the truth from you…then he’ll just have to call in a favor from a certain someone in the underworld. The person in question could set up cameras in your bedroom by slipping in and out of your estate as a groundskeeper or pest control and no one would be the wiser. He could do it for a price and make sure that nothing could be traced back to him. The last thing Yeo Jung-Hwa wanted is to be arrested for illegally filming someone without their consent.

Not when this is an opportunity to sever ties with you completely, once and for all. 

Two days later, he received an email and an attachment. When he clicked on it, four camera angles appeared on his desktop. All of them were in your room. But is this really your room? He expected it to be clean with sleek, wooden floors covered by monochrome carpeting and a walk-in closet filled to the brim with extravagant clothes, shoes, purses that she wouldn’t wear twice in her life. The uninspiring minimalist bougie interior design that is being coveted amongst the upper classes. Your taste was much more comforting. It appeared cozy, with soft lighting and warm blankets. 

Strings of fairy lights strung up across the ceiling.  A full bookshelf was near the bed. The floor was decorated with knitted ottomans and candles.  You lit them all back up as soon as you returned from the company, much later in the evening and when he was in his home office, cradling a cup of black coffee. 

You disappeared into the back for a moment, returning in a two-piece fleece loungewear with mushrooms and plants on them. Something he had expected to see Hyeung Mun-Hee dressed in, but not you. Were you trying to copy his lover’s tastes so he would pay attention to you? How shameless!

When he flipped the audio on the cameras, he expected to hear snide remarks about Hyeung Mun-Hee or see you talking to someone on the phone about sabotaging the new project coming up soon so that you would take all the credit. Instead, you were…shopping on a furniture site?

“I don’t need another bookcase, or it’ll look too cluttered. I can’t get any more potted plants either. I’ve already done enough renovations here to make it cozy and relaxing. What about…a salt thingy? What’s it called?” You typed a few words in the search engine, [Eye Color] irises brightening in realization. “Oh right, Himalayan salt lamp! That’s not a terrible price for this one! And yarn. I need more yarn to complete that gift for Caretaker Lee’s birthday. Speaking of which, I could work on that tonight. Give my eyes a break from staring at screens all damned day.” You scooted over to the edge of the bed, pulling one drawer outward. You then reached inside, removing knitting needles, yarn and dark red clumps of something. You put on headphones and began to knit.  

You, the proud and arrogant Park Seo-yun, was knitting. 

You didn’t move from that spot at all, completely focused on your project when a knock came from the bedroom door. A fleeting, fearful look appeared on your face before you frantically shoved all of your materials back in the drawer, sputtering to wait one moment that you weren’t decent before putting on a bored expression, scrolling through your phone and reclining back like a lazy cat. You told them to come in, and an elderly woman in an apron walked in with a wooden tray filled with assorted foodstuff, carefully setting it down on one of the ottomans. 

“Thank you for preparing my midnight snack, Caretaker Lee. I’m sorry it’s been such an inconvenience while I’m reviewing these documents for tomorrow.” You said with a smile. Caretaker Lee shook her head, walking over to your bed. You scooted over so she wouldn’t fall over the edge (presumably, because this entire situation is bizarre to Yeo Jung-Hwa), and she sat down. She smiled down at you, stroking the top of your head.

“This humble one is honored to serve the Park family, especially the hard-working young miss. It cannot be easy, with the current circumstances. Young miss…please forgive me for speaking outright…but are you certain about going through with this engagement? It seems that you have never spent any time with him outside of working at his conglomerate, and any time he has is spent with someone else.”

Yeo Jung-Hwa expected you to hit her, to punish Caretaker Lee for speaking out of turn and to mind her own business. Instead, you stared at her for a long moment, wide-eyed and mouth  slightly parted…before your lips curled into a melancholy smile, eyes softening. 

“I thank you for your concern, Caretaker Lee. But this is an engagement between my father and the conglomerate’s predecessor. It’s not something that can be broken off so easily with benefits for both parties.” You said. “This is the price to be part of the elite. To sacrifice your happiness for the sake of business.” You then leaned forward, pulling Caretaker Lee into a hug. “It’ll be okay, really. I’m Park Seo-yun. I can take care of myself. And you should be in bed. You’ve got a long drive to see your grandchildren tomorrow morning. Enjoy the weekend, and I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“But-”

“I’ll bring the tray down the kitchen when I’m finished.”

“Miss-”

“Nope.” 

You then shooed her out of the room, telling Caretaker Lee to send your mother a text as soon as she got to her destination. The old woman smiled sheepishly, wishing you good night and asked you to not stay up too late. Once she was out of the room and the door was closed, you walked back to the bed, shoulders sagging and suddenly looking incredibly tired before you fell face first onto the blankets, legs dangling from the edge. You remained like that for a moment, then picked yourself up and curled up your lower body, grabbing one of the blankets and putting it over your legs. You retrieved your hidden supplies, resuming your knitting, taking five minute breaks in between to eat from the tray. Three more hours passed until you decided to call it a night, blowing out the candles and switching the fairy lights to a lower setting before disappearing into the bathroom. You came back out, grabbed the tray, and vanished. 

This isn’t real. It can’t be real. You are a haughty, greedy woman who could care less about commoners, much less servants. You love shopping at boutiques and only want the best of the best in anything. Even in an arranged marriage. He could never be happy with someone like you. 

But is all of that true? A nasty little voice in the back of Yeo Jung-Hwa’s mind hissed. Those were rumors created by other women who weren’t pleased that they weren’t good enough to marry you. Park Seo-yun is a stranger to you. You never bothered to know nor care to. Why would you when you have someone you love, Hyeung Mun-Hee?

He didn’t need to, and the fact that he wanted to know the truth about you of all people terrified him. He’s not supposed to care, not to be curious or even concerned about your well-being.  This was a strategic engagement, not one born out of mutual affection. He has a role to play in this world after all. 

Three weeks had passed since he had the cameras installed, and all Yeo Jung-Hwa had discovered or even learned is that you were a completely different person in your home than at the office. 

You work Monday through Fridays, always on time and never staying late unless it was necessary. You returned to your family estate late on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursdays because there was a spinning class at the company gym after your shift on those days. Friday evenings were spent in either your room, holed up and completely focused on knitting or doing something else that helped relax you. If you were staying up late, the servants would provide a midnight snack for you. The portions increased on the days you were at the gym, alluding that you possessed an enormous appetite due to a high metabolism instead of being a glutton as Hyeung Mun-Hee has told him time and time again.  You talked to yourself when you were alone, or at least your thoughts before making a decision on something. When he remotely hacked into your laptop to see if he could find any evidence of foul play there, he saw your browsing history contained only decoration aesthetics ideas, healthier snacks to eat at night, local beginner yoga instructors, and shopping at small businesses on Crafty plus one or two high-end boutiques for business casual outfits. Nothing incriminating on any level whatsoever. But he was not going to let you off of the hook that easily. 

At work he ignored you entirely, focusing his attention on Hyeung Mun-Hee and blocked your calls so that he didn’t have to talk to you outside of business hours. There was not a single text message or voicemail from you on his cellphone when he unblocked your number yesterday morning after coming into the office. Understandably frustrated and cranky from a lack of proper sleep, he decided to change the deadline for the quarterly income statements and the inspections of the company’s financial software, including reinforcing the firewalls and ensuring there was no fraudulent activity in the company’s transactions to Monday morning. 

With this amount of work, he was absolutely certain that it would be your slip-up. That you’d push your assigned tasks to Hyeung Mun-Hee so you could keep working on your knitting projects. Today is Saturday, and you left your house at seven o’clock to go to the office. You stayed awake until midnight typing away on your company laptop, looking over spreadsheets while talking to the head of IT on speaker, arranging a test run on the firewalls on Sunday evening. 

Instead of helping the team prepare for everything to be finished at the beginning of the week, Hyeung Mun-Hee was sitting across from him inside a coffee shop, beaming and utterly happy that they were finally out on a date after not being on one for so long, she was getting worried about him. Well…perhaps. Yeo Jung-Hwa glanced down at the shopping bags by their feet. They had gone to trendy high end streets and luxury department stores earlier this morning, with Hyeung Mun-Hee desiring…no, more like insisting that she had at least eight new work outfits so that she would represent his company properly as a team member of the Finance Department. 

If that’s true, then why are you here using my black card to shop instead of working at the office? He thought behind a smile as his supposed lover’s words went from one ear and out the other. If you were here with him, he’d probably have been more accepting of indulging in your vices and insisting on paying for everything instead of you, even when you were just as wealthy as he is. 

“I’m sure that you will find out why Park Seo-yun is acting so suspiciously!” Hyeung Mun-Hee said in a hushed voice. “I can’t believe you are even associated with such a vile person.She can’t get away with talking down to others like that! She may be rich, but she doesn’t know how to truly appreciate what she has right now!” She giggled. “It’s funny, isn’t it? She has everything, but she still clings to your engagement like a sad puppy! If she truly loves you, then she should have convinced her father to call everything off so that you can be happy. But the rich think differently I guess, right?” 

His smile tightened. “Perhaps.” He said, languidly sipping the java chip mocha frappuccino that she bought for him even though he preferred to have his coffee black with no sugar and he’s told her this little tidbit many times. “She is extravagant, but you also have luxurious taste, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” 

He watched her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment, sputtering for a moment before she asked. “W-What are you saying, Yeo Jung-Hwa? You know me! If I had been given a choice to meet up, I would have chosen the downtown area so you could try the street vendors I’ve been talking about!”

And risk my health by getting food poison from reused cooking oil, poorly washed utensils, and ingesting noodles that are too greasy or salty? Absolutely not. He thought with slight irritation. 

“Maybe, but we both know that we must be discreet in our interactions, as I’ve told you before.That’s why I suggested we come here, but instead of sampling delicious foods at the restaurants I recommended, you wanted to come here instead after shopping.  If I remember correctly, your department is supposed to be presenting a big project on Monday. Why are you here, shopping to your hearts’ content instead of being at the office and helping out the team?”

“W-Why should I be there?” Hyeung Mun-Hee countered, bolting up from her seat as she stared at him in shock. “If I go there, Park Seo-yun will harass me! I can’t work in an environment like that! I did those seminars she  told me to do and passed the tests! Can’t I enjoy a day off?!” Fat tears began to build up behind her hazel eyes. “I’ve been working hard enough!”

But you are the one who is putting in the overtime needed to finish the job. You are leading the team to do what needs to be done. Hyeung Mun-Hee is just enjoying the perks of being by his side. Have you eaten lunch yet? Perhaps he can stop by somewhere that allows take-out and bring some to your office under the excuse that he needs to get some work done as well.  Dinner too, perhaps? 

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, YEO JUNG-HWA?!”

He glared at her. “Sit down, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” He hissed, displeased that her shrill voice had attracted unwanted attention from customers who were either sitting at tables or waiting on orders to finish up at the pick-up area. “Finish your drink, and take a taxi back to the city, to your home.”

“It’s still early in the day, we haven’t been out in a while!”

“And I’m tired from the shopping. I don’t need to see what you bought because I already have seen them all at the shops.” He replied tersely. “I need to stop by the office and take care of a few things at the office before I need to go home.” 

Hyeung Mun-Hee’s face is a dark shade of purple. Consumed by anger, her mouth hung open, on the brink of another explosive tantrum, as the coffee shop door swung open, exposing its next patron. You.  

You stepped up to the pick-up area, looking at the various drinks with a pensive expression before waving down a barista. “Excuse me.” You said. “I’m here to pick up a mobile order for several drinks under Park. When will they be ready? I need to hurry back to the office with caffeine for my employees or things are going to get ugly.” The  handbag hung from your wrist as you fished out your phone, presumably showing the online order to the young man. He looked at you before smiling at you. 

“We’ll have it done in just a moment, ma’am.”

Is it wrong for Yeo Jung-Hwa to desire the bright smile you gave to that insignificant commoner when you did not know he was here with Hyeung Mun-Hee?

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Can i ask for a self aware twst when the reader surprises adopted Silver as their son. Like just pointing at him and saying 'you are my child now' with Silver, Lilia and Sebek. Hope you have a good day!

Hehe. Anon, you know what you are doing. In fact, I would say you even want the chaos. And for that I love you come here so I can hug you.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Diasomnia chapter spoilers (Lilias part, maybe Sebek), religion, violence, isolation, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Silver/Sebek Zigvolt-Adopting Silver

Oh ok. Cool cool coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Well, at least that one room dedicated to you in the form of an altar can now be used for more practical uses (finally)

When Lilia heard you say those words and point at his son, he fell from the chandelier he was dangling from

Not only did he have to navigate through not accidentally telling his son that he was the blood related son of an enemy general and that exactly this general killed Malleus mom

But also that he had now a second parent that also happened to be god

Mhm totally normal

Conversations to strangers about his family were already playing out like this in his head:

Hi, I am Lilia Vanrouge, yes the one in your history book, this is my son Silver, yes he looks like a certain knight, and my lovely partner and also parent of this lovely human, yes, FU**ING GOD THEMSELVES

Ah yes, sitting in church will totally not be awkward after this

Bro legit sits you down with a pen and paper, asking you to sign the marriage certificate

Asks you what flowers you want to have on your wedding. Doesn't matter if you are a woman, man or identify as something else, he is planning that

Also has already planned out how to get you into the Valley of Thorns without anyone noticing

Because no matter how devoted he is to you, he will always be too greedy to share your attention with someone else

You could have said this as a joke or some other protective instinct towards the silver-haired male but all that man's father hears is a marriage proposal

Lilia is just happy that you feel some sort of positive way to his family member (makes things easier when you are stuck in that cabin)

I mean, he did see Silver as a present from you, a child meant to bring him back to the light after being so long in the shadow of war

And now the three of you were together! How lovely!

Which would mean that you planned this all along. Dear Overseer, if you liked the idea of you being a family you could have just told him so

He will be the best partner to raise a child together you could dream of

And should someone dare to interrupt the perfect, peaceful life you three (plus two more) had, he wouldn't mind swinging that sword again

Wait what?

What do you mean with that?

Are you sure you want him to be your son? Really?

Apparently he was not the only one surprised since he could hear the thud of his father falling to the ground behind him and Seek screaming somewhere behind him

Be prepared for a silver haired knight to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and ask "Do you really want me as you son?"

Critical hit! Someone call a doctor. I think the Valley of Thorns god can be killed by cuteness

After that he is glued to your side (even though you have to part sooner or later since he is not living in Ramshackle)

One morning you woke up to the guy standing there with some food being like "I made some food."

Like where the Heck did he even get the keys for the dorm? (He broke in through a hole in the ceiling)

Silver always comes running to you whenever he does something and wants praises

Once he was best in one of his classes and he stood there with the report like he could turn into a dog and get headpats from you any second

But, as I am sure you are aware of, this is a blog with yandere themes and we have to say goodbye to the fluff at some point

That sword training comes in handy is all I'm saying

I mean, he has probably enough strength to break someone's leg with his bare hands by simply applying some pressure

And that one Diasomnia student that tried to take his son-status away from him was found again in a not-so-compatible-state-with-life kind of situation

I'm letting you imagine what happened

Like Lilia he is ready to burn everyone who dares to interfere with your little family

The forests of his homeland are pretty though so no need to worry about the appearance of your surroundings once they bring you to your new home (who needs social interaction anyways?)

A second of silence

And then the screaming started

“OH HOW KIND OF OUR OVERSEER! TO SHOW A MORTAL THEIR KINDNESS AND CARING SIDE!”

Seek would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised

You, aka the Overseer, aka some higher being, AKA GOD, were known in the Valley of Thorns to be kind and caring, yet also distant and never approaching others directly

But then you literally adopt someone, making that person someone in your inner cycle?

Well, if Sebek knew one thing then that those Priests were going to have a crisis as soon as they learned about this

Totally not jealous

He would try to get closer to you since, apparently, you did allow others to get close to you

But he was happy as long as you were

After all, he was now the (not-so-official appointed) shield of the Valley of Thorns, something he got passed on by his grandfather

So of course he couldn't be family with you

That didn't mean he couldn't “help” you

Someone intruded on that dinner you had with Lilia and Silver?

Ouch… that punch must have hurt

Whenever Silver or his Father had to interfere because someone else came too close then they were some incredibly slick (looking at you Rook) or lucky person

Don't let his loud mouth fool you

This crocodile has done unmentionables in your name in order to make things easier for your new found family

For what? Oh you know, becoming his neighbor back home… forever

[xvysarene]

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader Prompt: “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you.” Words: ~2.5k Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff Notice: Y/N is not MC, Antagonist MC, Mentions of wounds

His childhood friend exuded energy just as vibrant as her Anhausen class Evol, captivating those around her with her bubbly demeanor.

However, beneath the cheerful façade lay a calculated use of charm, a trait you couldn't help but notice, especially in her interactions with Zayne.

As a senior hunter, your responsibilities included supervising new recruits, and you discerned her manipulative tendencies over time.

"Just because you've seen me at my weakest, you’re not entitled to pass judgment on those dear to me. It proves how I've known her longer and better, as she would never stoop so low as to speak ill of you. I don’t need you babysitting me."

Quick to defend his adored friend and seemingly caught up in emotion, he voiced those unfavorable words your way.

You knew Zayne was a direct person, but being on the receiving end of those words hurt. Especially as you later realized that you harbored feelings towards the cold doctor, feelings that had unknowingly woven into what you had always believed to be a purely platonic friendship between the two of you.

“—and you’re here because?”

His voice jolted you out of your reverie.

Somehow, standing in the exact spot where your last conversation occurred, resulting in months of silence between the two of you, had clouded your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus back on the present moment. “Greyson and Yvonne have been trying to get in touch with you.”

When news about Dr. Zayne taking recuperative leave had spread like wildfire throughout the UNICORNS, you had considered reaching out to him. 

Your fingers had hovered over the phone, composing and deleting messages repeatedly.

In the end, you completely abandoned the notion altogether when you heard his childhood friend’s not-so-subtly mentioning her plan to visit and cook for him while chatting with the short-haired girl from the Data Analysis sector.

“I’m fine,” he managed to huff out after a while.

Taking a swift glance at the unexpected mess on his kitchen counters—scattered papers and remnants of food packaging—you challenged him. "I thought we had moved beyond the superficial 'I'm fine' responses when asking about each other's well-being."

Zayne didn’t reply and you noted that he had absentmindedly leaned his long legs against the kitchen counter as if seeking support from it.

“You, the Chief Cardiac Surgeon of Akso Hospital, someone who enjoys his lack of free time, couldn't possibly have felt 'just fine' after being placed on recuperative leave."

“I wasn't aware that you still kept tabs on my whatabouts," he retorted, eyes slightly gleaming competitively. However, they lacked the usual spark; instead, they hinted at tiredness and something indefinable that looked familiar but you couldn't quite pinpoint.

“I understand that your friend has probably visited you, but my great buddies insisted I come and check on you. They didn’t want to pester, but after two days of no answer, they are beginning to worry.” You raised your hands in a gesture of surrender. “Though if I’m not welcome, I’ll leave you be.”

As you moved past him towards the front door, you felt yourself emotionally drained from the brief exchange.

“Why you, specifically?” his whisper caused you to stop in your tracks.

“They know we are—” you stopped yourself, “used to be each other’s confidant. They thought you might be willing to speak to me if not to them.”

He chuckled dryly. “Used to…”

His muttered words compelled you to turn. Your hunter’s awareness noticed how he had subtly shifted, leaning more against the counter with one hand supporting his weight while his body slightly hunched forward, facing your retreating figure.

His body trembled with involuntary shivers, and the silver-framed glasses that had been perched on his nose earlier now lay discarded on top of the black granite.

“What’s wrong?” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Your eyes instantly snapped to his arms, expecting to see the familiar bluish hue and the delicate, yet deadly patterns of ice crystals.

Instead, you saw fresh cuts on the back of his hand. Both of them.

A sound must have escaped your lips because Zayne quickly tugged at his light gray pajama sleeves, trying to cover his hands. He took a step back as he heard you stomping towards him.

Helplessly, he played a brief game of tug-of-war with you before yielding to your unexpected strength.

“What the hell,” you breathed out as you took the angry red marks marring his pale skin, making them stand out more. When you rolled up his sleeves further, you discovered fresh lacerations, a chilling reminder of the frost's icy grip.

You cupped his cheeks. It took his gaze a moment to gradually refocus on you, seemingly startled by the sudden skin contact. “Zayne, what happened?”

His lips were sealed shut. He began to resist, however, as you guided him towards his bedroom, but your hunter strength slightly won over his sluggish state.

Zayne watched you intensively check his wounds after you managed to get him to bed. They were more severe than the scratches you saw after you had cradled his frozen arms and succeeded in defrosting them using your Evol. It was when you found him beating himself up in regret for failing to save your partner during surgery.

As you stood up to fetch the medical supplies, his hand swiftly caught your forearm, surprising you with its speed. "You don’t have to take care of me," he insisted.

“Respectfully, Zayne,” you began, knowing he'd grimace at your next choice of words, “Fuck your pride and let me look after you.”

Seeing his familiar disapproving grimace at the brash word, you chuckled quietly to yourself. 

Your boldness and recklessness often clashed with his calm and collected nature, one that left people wondering how a friendship could blossom between two such opposites.

As the antiseptic scent filled the air and silence enveloped the room while you tended to his arms, memories flooded back to the griefful night when you had lost your partner.

He had treated your temporarily forgotten battle wounds after the frost had thawed from his arms.

“It’s not your fault,” Zayne had spoken softly as he cleaned your wounds.

Your breath stuttered, surprised by the doctor's attempt to console you. Many people regarded him as highly reserved due to the carefully crafted mask of indifference he wore.

"The other staff told me what happened. You couldn’t have known that he was bitten; a child Chlorostaga leaves a very small puncture, and it would only feel like an ant has bitten you. With adrenaline running high, he wouldn’t have felt a thing."

“He told me that his heart was racing unusually fast during the transport back,” you whispered, feeling the tears clouding your vision. “And I jokingly suggested he needed to do more exercise.

“He laughed at it until—“ you forced down the bile rising in your throat before being able to continue, “until he suddenly collapsed from cardiac arrest. We were only a few minutes out before arriving here to treat our wounds.”

Zayne continued gently dressing your gashes as you recounted the last moment with your partner. “His last memory was of happiness with you, feeling fulfilled knowing he had once again protected Linkon City from Wanderers... With his trusted partner."

The tears you had struggled to contain finally broke through, cascading down your cheeks in torrents. He held you close that day, offering comfort until every tear was dried.

From that moment, a bond seemed to form between both of you, drawing you closer from mere acquaintances to individuals you could trust with your deepest emotions. Only a few had ever witnessed each other's vulnerable state.

In the present, you noticed his breathing had calmed, and the hazel eyes that had been watching you carefully moments earlier had closed as you finished tending the last cut.

Gently smoothing out the crease between his brows, you couldn't help but wonder how troubled he must have been. “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you,” you whispered, afraid of him hearing your secret.

You had tried to shield yourself from future heartache after you slammed his front door the day he had spoken harshly. Yet, seeing him so vulnerable, your caring for him only deepened.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, an unexpected exhaustion washed over you like a tidal wave.

Sleep claimed you swiftly, and it wasn't until you felt Zayne's gentle touch on your shoulder that you awoke.

“You’re going to strain the muscle in the back of your neck sleeping like that.”

Still groggy from the unplanned nap, you couldn’t protest as Zayne easily deposited you to the space he occupied earlier, as if you weighed nothing.

Your skin flushed hot feeling his fleeting touch behind your knees. Blinking, you met his gaze as he settled back beside your feet on the bed, already looking much better than before.

As the heat from his body permeated the wool blend of his pajama pants, you could feel it warming the tips of your toes. “Are you feeling any better?”

He nodded, casting a glance down at his arms adorned with scattered adhesive strips. Awkwardness filled the air as you both grappled with the ever-present unresolved tension.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled softly. You looked up, startled.

"I'm sorry," he repeated more clearly. His hazel eyes, appearing browner under the dim lighting, seeking yours. "For saying those hurtful words to you, for failing to accompany you on mourning day."

Your eyes widened, surprised that he even remembered about the day that had occurred months earlier.

When he didn’t appear at the cemetery of fallen hunters on mourning day, an annual tradition to honor your late partner whom he couldn't save, you learned just how much he cherished his childhood friend.

While he hadn't explicitly promised to join every year, he had always done so without fail. At that time, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you discovered he had spent the day with his childhood friend instead.

And perhaps, an ugly thorn of jealousy had begun to bloom inside your heart.

"Greyson gave me an earful after he found out about our... conflict, and then he pieced together why I was absent that day. Why didn’t you remind me?”

You broke away from his gaze, not prepared for the sudden query. “You are under no obligation to accompany me, so there's nothing to apologise for."

"I absolutely have to apologise, for on the day you mourn for your late partner the most, I callously had fun with my friend."

And there it was, his childhood friend once again stealing the spotlight in your conversation. You felt the barriers you erected creeping back into place.

"It's getting dark outside, I should head home," you said, retracting your legs and hurriedly standing up.

However, a warm hand on your wrist carefully pulled you back down, knee bumping with yours.

"I was ensnared by my memory of her innocence from our childhood," he confessed, voice heavy with regret. "She envied the deep connection we share and after overhearing your conversation with Yvonne, purposefully suggested a day trip to our hometown that exact day. She exploited my weakness for her gain, knowing my fond memories of our past together."

Zayne tenderly unraveled each of your tightly clenched fingers, soothing the nail marks that had etched into your palm.

It was one of your bad habits, surfacing whenever anxiety and stress took hold. Ever the observant person that he was, it was something he was well aware of.

Your breath hitched as he wove his fingers with yours, larger palm easily covering your smaller one.

"I'm the one who foolishly let myself be blinded and stooped so low, wrongly accusing you when your intentions were nothing but good-hearted." He swiped a hand over his face in frustration. “People praised me for my good judgement, but I evidently failed to make the most important one."

“And so this happened?” you gestured towards his arms with your other unoccupied hand. “Punishing yourself because you felt guilty for your lapse in judgment?”

She had heard bits and pieces of what happened from Greyson. The Chief Psychologist in the hospital had noticed Zayne’s peculiar behaviour for weeks—moments of zoning out and evident emotional distress.

Not wanting to jeopardise his patient’s health, he agreed to take a leave until he felt mentally prepared to return to his responsibilities, which required a clear mind above all else.

"No, it's me losing myself because I've taken advantage of the only person who understands me; to the extent of hurting that one person who, despite knowing her for a shorter time, has selflessly always been there for me." He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "And fearing I may have already lost her, as I come to realize the depth of my feelings for her."

You whipped your head to fully face him, face flushed at his confession. His gaze unwavering, trapping you with fierce affection.

“You don’t need to say anything—”

“Zayne—”

“I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for causing you pain—”

“Zayne, I—”

“And I would understand if you don’t want to do anything with me again after everything that’s happened—”

"Zayne!" You moved to cover his mouth and lost your balance in the process, tumbling together onto the bed.

Him beneath you.

As you stumbled, his hand found the curve of your hip, supporting you from falling on top of him. While his other arm remained thrown over him, fingers still intertwined with yours amidst the sudden movement.

You could see him trying to mask his discomfort, no doubt feeling some of the deeper slashes being tugged.

"God, you really need to shut up sometime," you blurted out, catching Zayne off guard with your abrupt remark following his heartfelt revelation.

This close, you could see his pupils dilating at your close proximity, almost consuming the green in his eyes.

With profound confidence and a fuzzy feeling spreading inside your heart, you eased his mind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The content smile painting his lips tugged at your heart. It was a genuine happiness that chipped away his usual cold demeanor. 

He squeezed your hip and slowly urged you to lay on top of him, a silent invitation to be closer. Strong arms circled around as you nestled your head against his throat, enveloping you in his scent—grounding, and slightly musky, like the scent of a forest after rainfall.

“I never want you to lose control of your Evol over me again,” you warned him, eyes closing as you felt his lips pressing on your forehead.

“I can’t promise, but—” he interjected before you could interrupt him. “I’ll work on myself for the better. It’s the least I can do for the one who holds the dearest place in my heart.”

When you opened your eyes again, you could finally pinpoint that familiar glint in his eyes, the one you noticed when you confronted him hours earlier in the living room; it was endearment.

As you lay down on his bed that night, fingers gently combing through his tousled midnight-black hair as he rested against your chest, it dawned on you that the glow of affection had been there all along, subtly shimmering in his eyes throughout the years whenever you were by his side.

[yeonhours]

txt hyung line's ideal type

GENRE fluff <3 i miss writing fluff content

WARNINGS none

REQUESTED nope but soft hours are open :)

BELLA'S NOTE 4 U ! guess who's back !! man i missed writing sm i'll continue writing again and i'm trying to get back into a routine

SOOBIN .......

Someone authoritative and can take the lead role in the relationship  

As he himself has said that he doesn’t like to take lead in relationships on national television for god’s sake lmaoo . 

I have been over this a million times but since he is the leader he is expected to carry out so many responsibilities. 

He’s always looking out for his members , trying is hardest in whatever he does so he’d definitely be attracted to someone who can look after him 

He wants nothing but someone to hold him, play with his hair , feed him and check up on him frequently 

soobin is so cute when it comes to bf responsibilites i can promise you that he'll be the best you've ever had

hes your comfort person cuddling with him is like your therapy session at this point

very proud of you too, he's gonna somehow bring up your name atleast once a day

Soobin secretly adores you when you baby talk to him . Do it in front of the members he’d act like he is embarrassed by the entire situation but the moment he’s in the comfort of his room or a private space , it’s a different story 

He’d nuzzle into you when you coo at him , would smush his cheek against your palm when you talk sweetly to him , like he is a baby 

Soobin deserves the entire world , he’s literally the most cutest boy ever ! 

He goes crazy for a confident s/o , he literally looks at you with heart eyes if you dont take shit from people 

YEONJUN........

Yeonjun, according to me would only be attracted to someone who gives out the same energy as him 

I feel like he would be attracted to people who have the same standpoint in certain issues as him ?

plus it's a big no for him when they're very insecure with themselves and seek validation like all the time

He'd want a s/o who knows their worth and who does not constantly look out for validation from people around them

most likely to take a liking on people who do not take a shit from others and are confident and outgoing

also sometimes he needs them to be there for him too, he believes its a two way thing

The feeling of someone caring about him always makes butterflies swarm his stomach, he is so grateful for it. 

would be your biggest hype man on god he literally worships the ground u walk on

your bestie, your boyfie, a mother whos always dotting on you, your fashion influencer, your hype man

BEOMGYU.......

Beomgyu , my cute little bear he deserves the entire world and i’m ready to fight anyone who wants to disagree with me 

You know the saying that goes every extroverted person needs a introverted s/o and the same goes for beomgyu 

He loves if his s/o is shy , introverted and most often keeps it to themselves 

He loves being the only person to know the real you 

He would protect you under all costs , you are his everything and nothing shall ever harm you when beomgyu is there 

Always cooks for you , and makes sure you are eating well and not skipping any meals 

Makes hours long playlist and sends them to you , it is in some sort of way his love language 

He doesn't mind a less shy or an insecure s/o because what else his job ? he’s your bf and this is his primary duty , to be your best hype man

[bubblybloob]

I dare you to draw smitten with either cold or the beast, you pick.

This is because I said I hadn’t gotten many asks for the Smitten, huh?

This might actually be a bit more Cold focused, long thing I wrote below.

There were fights, a lot of fights, actually. How could there not be? Eleven voices given form, only to be cramped back into one space. At least this time it was a house, not a body.

It wasn’t a bad thing, far from it; Hero wagers most were thankful for the permanent, familiar company, while the rest indifferent. Hero himself quite enjoys chatting or playing games with the others, it isn’t uncommon for him to seek out one of the voices simply so his stirring thoughts can have an outlet.

However, sometimes the others don’t click. Usually it was fine- Broken, Hunted and Contrarian seldom got physical. Opportunist and Paranoid might if they felt strongly enough about something to throw away their pretenses or fear, but they weren’t often the issue.

The rest tended to jump to bold accusations and wild conclusions, looked forward to it even. Skeptic occasionally found himself going from relatively mundane quarrels to all out brawls from causing accidental offense. Stubborn and Cheated had a tendency to get too excited about coming out on top in one way or another, and the other two…

Sometimes it felt like they only ever fought each other.

Okay, that was lie, Cold purposely ruffled the other’s feathers out of pure boredom. Hero wondered if he had made up some sort of challenge to see if he could get the non confrontational voices riled up for a fight, given how often he pushed their buttons. Once he flat out punched Contrarian in the face just to see if he’d retaliate.

If Cold couldn’t get them to crack he’d sigh with something akin to dejection and approach someone like Cheated, maybe Stubborn if he was feeling risky- pretty much anyone with a shorter fuse so he could get some form of thrill.

But they weren’t his go to, that would be- of course- Smitten.

“You vile, wretched thing! I won’t hear another word of nonsense out of you. Begone! Foul creature!”

“Call me all the names you like, you won’t get the response you’re looking for.”

It happened just about every other day: Cold would say something off putting, Smitten would respond with something that would offend anybody else, a bit of snarky back and forth later, and suddenly hands were being thrown.

“What are they arguing about this time?” Cheated grumbled, coming up to stand beside Hero, whose eyes were encircled by dark shadows.

“I ‘dunno, woke up to them yapping at each other, or at least Smitten’s yapping, I don’t think Cold has ever raised his voice.” Hero yawned out, scratching at his horn tuft.

“With how often those two are at each others throats, I think we should count ourselves lucky one is so soft spoken.” Cheated stretched his arms and body upwards, his wings instinctively snapping outwards and flapping as he tried to relieve his muscles. The large wings smacked Hero’s side as he did, which had the heroic voice stumbling backwards as Cheated mumbled a small “sorry” out.

“It’s fine. I think it’s less that he’s soft spoken and more that he’s sharp spoken. He talks like he knows where all your vitals are.” Hero responds, shivering at his own words.

Cheated shrugs. “Probably does, he’s our resident freak after all.”

“How is it then that you feel nothing? Without feeling one will rot away, yet you’re still here.” Seems Hero had missed part of drama during his and Cheated’s little chat. Smitten had now grabbed Cold by the chest feathers and was looking ready to tear into him.

“Who knows, really? Maybe I’m like a ghost, haunting the remains that our godly self expelled. Or maybe we simply can’t die, I haven’t eaten in a while.” Cold replies with a sharp whistle.

“Ooo, he shouldn’t be so candid about saying that out loud, never know when Hunted’s listening.” Cheated says behind a wicked smile. No doubt the avian had tucked the information away for blackmail, or to get a favor from Opportunist, who also found a new joy in digging up dirt on the others for his own benefit.

Hero was about to step in at this point. Smitten looked ready to let loose, and Cold seemed to be passively soaking in the drama of it all. But before Hero could open his mouth, Smitten’s hold relaxed, and his head hung low.

“No, I see through your tricks, scum. I will not loose myself to anger over frivolous things such as this. Leave, now, I must prepare myself for the morning time.” Smitten let’s go of Cold’s feathers, which were not bunched together and frayed. Cold hums something tired.

“Weak willed of you, can’t approach her killer?” Cold tilts his head.

A flinch. “I know what you’re doing, I won’t fall for it this time, villain!” Smitten whips around, and goes to walk from the conflict.

Cold’s wry smile falls flat on his face, he turns his head toward Cheated.

“Not today pal, Paranoid seemed extra twitchy though, probably didn’t get much sleep. It’s still early and he isn’t fully alert in his head, might be able to start something up with him if you push hard enough.” Cheated suggests. Hero punches him in the arm, just when he thought there would be no morning fight to put down.

Cold’s brow raises, evidently interested in a fight with someone who rarely raised his hands. He moves past the two, already on the prowl for their jumpiest member.

“Troop on, you emotionless fuck- ow, stop that!” Cheated yelps when Hero punches him again, this time a little harder.

Cheated’s words seemed to have stopped Smitten in his tracks however, he mutters something to himself, and whips back around. “You can’t be as dispassionate as you claim! You’re merely afraid of your own feelings!”

The accusation makes the Cold stop dead. His expression is hidden, but Hero swears he sees his feathers puff out. He expects them to quickly flatten back down.

But they don’t.

Cold slowly turns the upper half of his body, his face looks… almost strained. His composure had finally cracked.

“Hmm?” He darkly hums. It’s an oddly moderate response, given how Cold takes any and all opportunities to tease whomever he talks to, especially for outlandish claims such as this.

They were outlandish… weren’t they?

Hero had a bad feeling in his gut, one he couldn’t explain.

“I’m right.” Smitten looks a little surprised, before a damn near elated expression creeps onto his face. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Cold doesn’t respond, still half turned to leave. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t swayed in the past ten seconds. Hero wonders if he was still breathing.

“You aren’t unfeeling at all, are you? You’re full of emotion! What’s is it then that makes you push them under the deep, dark waves of the heart? Fear? Want? …Guilt? I can guess what it’s for.” Smitten continues with his theory, the Cold still hasn’t retaliated.

“Ooo, might be onto something there, Smitty.” Chester looks almost excited as he says this. His words seem to encourage Smitten further, who puffs up under the praise.

Cold stands there.

“Go on then, tell us the harsh truth, fiend. You’re no emotionless husk.” Smitten moves closer and closer to Cold’s position. Hero wonders if he should put himself between the two, but he can’t say he isn’t interested to where this is going.

Smitten stands face to face with his Cold counterpart. Hero swears Cold shrinks back under the close attention.

“You’re afraid.”

For a moment, they stand there, a stare down. Hero briefly hears the faint phantom sounds of glass breaking under the weight of godhood.

In a blink Cold draws his arm back, and his fist connects to Smitten cheek.

—

WoooOooO cliffhanger that might never keep going.

I’m unsure if this is common theory or whatnot, but I’ve not for a moment believed Cold was emotionless. I think he’s hurt by what’s happened to him, so much so that he thinks being emotionless, acting only to entertain will bring him some form of twisted comfort.

I think he’s too afraid to let himself feel, so he pushes his feelings far, far down, and pretends he feels nothing. He’s so good at it that he believes it to be true.

He’s so good at ignoring both physical and mental feeling that he himself believes he is nothing but a thrill seeker. In reality, his emotions, his physical needs, it all hurt him, so he squashes both.

Think about it, you usually get him by killing the princess in cold blood, and then subsequently stabbing yourself. Both hurt him. He only knows hurt from both, so he throws them aside.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:04 am] 

Renjun hated waking you up. You looked so peaceful asleep, even when you had drool dried on your cheek. He hated to be the one to shake your shoulder and have you startle awake. And it was like that anytime anything interrupted your sleep, your alarm going off, a shake of the shoulder, Renjun calling your name quietly. Every single time, without a doubt, you’d wake up like you just heard someone screaming your name at the top of your lungs or heard a storm alarm blaring. But more than he hated waking you up, was spending so much time alone when it could very well be spent with you.

Today was a day that Renjun finally had free and he had already been up for two and a half hours. He spent one hour in bed hoping that the following minute would result in you waking up like a character straight out of a Disney movie. The following hour resulted in Renjun eating breakfast and drinking a coffee keeping an ear out for rustling sheets or the sound of footsteps.

After the next half hour, Renjun stopped being patient. He turned on the air conditioner to a temperature that you would really only use on the hottest days of summer. A temperature that was very much not needed now that it was cooling down to the fresher fall weather, especially in the mornings. Then he snuck back into the room and slowly tugged the blankets away from you. Any move you made would mean the blankets would no longer do their job of keeping you warm and covered up.

He tiptoed back to the living room and wrapped himself up in a warm blanket and his steaming hot cup of coffee. Any minute now you would be waking up and seeking his warmth, he felt himself getting excited at the thought of your sleepy cuddles.

Sure enough within 10 minutes of the air being cranked down and the blankets being stolen from you, you were quickly making your way to Renjun. You pulled the blanket from him and jumped on top of him before you pulled the blanket over the both of you. He had to school his face so as to not appear too excited to have roused you from your sleep.

“So cold this morning Jun,” he heard you mutter into his chest as you nuzzled as close as you could. God, you were so cute it was nearly impossible to keep his smile at bay.

He didn't even try to fight it when your freezing hands slithered beneath the back of his shirt to warm them, not even when they eventually came up to steal the still steaming mug of coffee from his hands.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and let his lips linger there while he mumbled quietly about how cute and needy you were when you were so sleepy in the mornings.

Then the damned air conditioner had to kick on right as he said that. Renjun closed his eyes in frustration as your head perked up at the sound and feeling of the now cooler room.

"Did you turn on the air?" you questioned. Renjun merely hummed in response, acting like he hadn't heard you, so you repeated yourself and got the same response.

"I know you can hear me Renjun. Did you turn on the air?" You questioned again, no longer laying on his chest but rather leaning up to make eye contact.

His voice raised in pitch to a whine, "Baby, I didn't want to wake you up! I was getting so lonely without you."

You huffed out a laugh before you went on about how turning on the air was a waste of money, "and don't think to even call me needy again when you're sneaking around and messing with me to get me to wake up. I mean, seriously, when have I ever slept so crazy that every piece of fabric on the bed ends up on the floor?"

He paled, he thought he had gotten away with that one. "I love you?" he offered in response.

"That's not always going to get you out of your messes, but I love you too. Now, go turn off the air and bring me my coffee how I like it," you replied with a sickly sweet smile.

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🕷️🕸️The Chaotic Adventures of Spider-Mage✨🌟

[TWST AU]: The MC/Yuu may not be only one who encountered an unexpected turn of events.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, an unknown stranger gets bitten by a spider that actually gave them spider-based magic to become Twisted Wonderland’s Spider-Hero.

[Gender Neutral!Spider!Reader]

[(A/N)]: Happy New Year! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much on my TWST blog. Been busy IRL and stuff like that. I hope this makes up for missing out and enjoy reading.

So…about the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse- This is a stupid name. I don’t know why O’Hara chose this over the Spiderverse. That name makes more sense and easier for people who can’t decipher scientific names right away…

Anyway…

There are many variants and other dimensions who have their own spider like protectors.

There’s one particular Spider who has an interesting upbringing with their situation.

Maybe it’s better to let them introduce themselves to the people reading this…

[Y/N]: “My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I’m a Second Year of Night Raven College and part of the Ignihyde Dorm. One day during last year, I get bit by an experimental and magical arachnid which granted me spider-based magic. I became to the public as “Spider-Mage”.

“I climb up on flat surfaces, having a Spider sense to alarm me for potential danger, the usual things.”

“I created an algorithm to alert me for crimes occurring and use my newfound powers by casting web-like portals to reach to that specific location.”

“Following my backstory: I was raised by my aunt and uncle, Aunt Mei and Uncle Benji. However, Uncle Benji passed away due to saving someone from an Overblot attack. He asked me if I were to become somebody having great magic, listen to his advice. With great power, comes with great responsibility.”

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[Chapter 1]

OB!Riddle: *On a rampage* YOU ALL WILL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!! *Throws a rose bush towards MC/Yuu and Grim*

MC/Yuu & Grim: *Gasps and embrace for impact*

[Then a mysterious figure jumps into action. They cast a magical web barrier to protect MC/Yuu and Grim from the thrown plant.]

Spider-Mage: *Looks back at the two Ramshackle students* It’s okay. I got you two.

OB!Riddle: WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME? WHO ARE YOU?!

Spider-Mage: Hi! I’m Spider-Mage. The friendly arachnid type magic user you hear people talk about. Y’know, you have some serious issues and hopefully seek anger management after this.

OB!Riddle: *Throws another bush at them*

Spider-Mage: *Shoots web at the bush and triggers a fire spell to burn the plant to ashes* Bad idea, buddy.

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MC/Yuu & Grim: *Running late for class*

MC/Yuu: *Carrying Grim in their arms* You just have to try sleeping in.

Grim: It’s not my fault I was studying late!

MC/Yuu: You were cramming for an exam today!

Spider-Mage: *Just saved some people from a robbery* Huh? The Prefect and their familiar?

MC/Yuu: Spider-Mage? Hey! We’re late for our morning class and it’s at the other side of the building.

Spider-Mage: Need a lift?

MC/Yuu: Of course! Thank you.

[Cut to a scene where MC/Yuu and Grim were dropped off to their class and have messed up hairdos from all the swinging around.]

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[Ignihyde Dormitory]

[Y/N]: *Crawling back into their dorm without disturbing anyone* *Lands on their feet from the ceiling and stalks over through the hallways*

Idia: Ortho, did you get my- *Stops mid-track and eyes widened at them* …

[Y/N]: …It’s not what it looks like. *Deactivates their suit*

[Y/N]: *Looks down at their body* Shit.

Idia: Y-Y-You’re Spider-Ma-

[Y/N]: *Shushing him* Don’t say another word. I’ll explain everything somewhere private.

[Back in Idia’s room]

Idia: You’re Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: Yes, I am. I got these abilities last year and then bam! I’m a magic superhero.

Idia: You kept all of this from me?

[Y/N]: Well, I tried to explain everything to you since you’re my Dorm Leader but duty calls and assignments.

Idia: …I still can’t believe one of my dorm members is Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: It’s alright. It’s a lot to take in.

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[Rose Queendom]

Spider-Mage: *Shooting webs and swinging around the city* *Lands onto of an apartment complex’s rooftop*

Fan 1: Oh my Seven, It’s Spider-Mage! *Pulls out their phone* Hey Spider-Mage, can you do a flip?

Spider-Mage: *Does a flip*

Fan 1: *Recorded the whole* Thank you, Spider-Mage! I’m showing this to my friends.

Spider-Mage: No problem! Tell your friends I said hello!

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[In the hallways]

Kalim: Hi [Y/N]!

[Y/N]: Oh, hey, Kalim! Uh…What’s up? How was your break?

Kalim: You wouldn’t believe who came by. Spider-Mage came to rescue Jamil and everyone. They were amazing! They shot their magical webs and swung around kicking off the ‘Blot!

[Y/N]: Really? That’s crazy. “Great Seven. I’m jealous of myself…(T . T) Fuck me…”

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[Monstro Lounge]

[Y/N]: *Working there to fill in a deal*

Floyd: [Y/N]-chan/kun~ *About to squeeze them*

[Y/N]: *Spider sense triggered and kicks back at Floyd in the stomach*

Floyd: OOF- *Crashes into Jade*

[Y/N]: Crap! I’m sorry, you two. I’m just on edge today.

Azul: What is going on here? *Sees Floyd and Jade on the ground*

[Y/N]: I’m so sorry, Azul. I’m just super anxious today and Floyd was about to squeeze the shit out of me.

Azul: …Why don’t you take a half day off? You claimed you’re anxious enough to beat the two most valuable people in my dorm.

[Y/N]: Yes! That’s true and I’m going now. *Sprints out of the restaurant* “Fuck me and my Spider sense! I need to lie better.”

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[Afterglow Savannah]

Spider-Mage: *Battling against a weird-looking guy with lightning bolt accessories*

The Shocker: Well well well, love the new look Spider-Man.

Spider-Mage: Uh…Who? I’m not Spider-Man.

The Shocker: Oh, I see. Playing dumb to distract me.

Spider-Mage: Great Seven. Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s just get this over with. I have clubs to attend.

[The Shocker charges at Spider-Mage throwing rays of electricity at the magic user.]

Spider-Mage: *Shoots their web casting a Water spell to absorb the attack* Think fast! *Shoots the water spell at The Shocker*

[The water spell webbing was effective to short circuit the electrified villain.]

Spider-Mage: Now I can leave.

[Then a portal opens in front of Spider-Mage.]

Spider-Mage: What the…

[Three people appear out of the portal and they’re picking the unconscious Shocker anomaly.]

Spider-Mage: Uh… *Spider sense triggered*

???: Wow. Another Spider variant in this dimension.

???: Yeah, and explain what we’re doing here.

???: While also grabbing the anomaly who’s waking up. *Knocks The Shocker out*

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[After [Y/N] was taken to the Spider Society on Earth-928, everything was explained to them and how their Canon Events will happen.]

[Y/N]: Y-You can’t be serious. I couldn’t let it happen. There has to be another way.

Miguel O’Hara: There are no other ways-

[Y/N]: You’re wrong! The multiverse is wrong! I’m doing everything I can to prevent any more disasters back in my already chaotic world. I can’t lose him…

Peter B. Parker: Kid, everything’s gonna be alright.

[Y/N]: Tell that to “Leader of the Spider Society”. I’m going and won’t stop until everyone’s safe.

[[Y/N] casts a spell to disappear from everyone’s sight.]

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Arachnis: No no no Miguel. *Blocks his path* Do not chase the teen like last time with Miles.

Miguel: They can’t interfere with the Canon Events. Their world would already start falling apart.

Arachnis: Miguel, you don’t know that. Remember when I saved you from your supposed event? My Canon Event overlapped with yours which should interfere but didn’t, preventing your untimely death. What if [Y/N] can save their friends and loved ones like us? We almost lost everyone when we were against The Spot.

Miguel: *Glare softens and sighs* I don’t want this kid to make the same mistakes.

Arachnis: I know. It’s tough to accept the possibility, but we been through this before. Doing everything we can to help others. Hey, look at me.

[As the Spider-Man of 2099 and Arachnis share an intimate moment, [Y/N] ran back because they dropped their Magic Pen.]

[Y/N]: Uhh…Is this a bad time?

Arachnis: Kid, I’m gonna shoot your ass if you don’t rush back to save your world.

[Y/N]: Right! Sorry! *Sprints out of their sight*

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Just Married - Tsu'tey x Female!Mate

summary: when you stepped into the public eye for the first time after your mating, tsu'tey couldn't contain the overflowing affection he held for you. but because you felt insecure about the way you were being perceived by the clan, tsu'tey decided to prove you otherwise

contains: insecure!reader, fluff, tsu'tey being very sweet and pda-prone

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Tsu’tey was always a reserved man, never someone who openly displayed affection, at least, not for others to see. Known for his cold demeanor in the clan and never really minding that, Tsu’tey kept mostly to himself. That was until he fell for you.

The union between you two came gradually but swiftly, hidden in the unspoken words and lingering touches, like a precious gem that needed to be protected from the prying eyes. And Tsu’tey struggled deeply, because all throughout him courting you, all he wanted was to be consumed by you - to touch you as much as he could, to be immersed in your scent, to hear your voice and make you smile. But there was always the fear of scaring you away, so he contained it and locked it away, waiting patiently until the day you would be officially his - when you would truly choose him, the way that he had chosen you. 

And when you did eventually mate, and the realization dawned that he no longer had to keep his heart caged, the love for you spilled out of him uncontrollably. His hands were eager to explore every inch of your being, lips trailing soft kisses all over your skin, as if etching the memory into his mind. So within the initial days after the blissful mating, both of you preferred to seek privacy, never leaving your home to enjoy the newfound connection. During these days, Tsu'tey became inseparable from you, clung to you like a second skin, obsessed with the way you were consuming all of his thoughts.

But as the day of reemerging into the public eye arrived, you suddenly felt intimidated by the idea of getting attention from the clan. Having already inherent innate insecurity, being openly with the chief added a new layer of complexity. After all, he was highly respected within the clan, and the standards for his chosen mate were high, casting a shadow of heavy expectation upon you. And as you returned to your communal duties now together, you attempted to make yourself small next to him, hoping that shrinking in his presence will keep you hidden from the eyes of the others. But his scent lingering on your skin announced the news of your mating loudly. You were naive to think that keeping a distance with Tsu’tey in public and minimizing the touches could be enough. 

And while it was unfortunate that it didn’t work, what was worse was that it breathed a wave of insecurity into Tsu’tey. That perhaps, you didn't feel about him as strongly as he felt about you. At first, he tried to write it off to your reserved nature, thinking that you were probably just getting used to his affections, but the more you flinched whenever he tried to reach you, the more worrisome he grew.

As you sat together during the communal dinner, you were anxious, feeling as if you were being watched at all times.

“Yawne, you look… stressed,” Tsu’tey made an observation, reaching for your hand, which you instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

The surge of overwhelming emotions within Tsu'tey turned from pure desire and love to a perplexing mixture of confusion and pain. Even this slightest withdrawal in your response caused his heart to clench, piercing amber eyes searched for the reason behind your hesitance.

“Yawne?” he glared down at your hand now tucked between your thighs, as if trying to shield it from his own hand finding yours, “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No, of course I am not ashamed,” you shook your head firmly, surprise flickering in your eyes, “Why would I ever be ashamed of being with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Tsu’tey’s frown mirrored your own, as if it was a puzzle both of you desperately needed to solve, “Why do you pull away when I try to touch you?”

You shrank under his gaze, ears lowering in defeat or perhaps embarrassment, preparing for a vulnerable confession. Cautiously, you scanned the surrounding crowd to ensure no one was listening in. Tsu’tey reached for you once more, resting his hands over your shoulders, as if trying to snap you back into the conversation.

“It’s just… I don’t want to draw attention to us,” you bit your lip, wishing that you could take words back, “I know that everyone already thinks you are too good for me, so I don’t want to remind them of that.”

His expression softened, hands moving from your shoulders to gently cup your face.

“That is not true, no one thinks that,” his tone was serious, trying to convince you that he meant every single word he uttered, “And it shouldn’t matter, yawne. When it comes to you, I cannot hide my feelings. I have yearned for the moment to hold you and touch you ever since my eyes first laid on you. Please do not deny me that, yes?”

You nodded weakly, ears flattening against your skull in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Tsu’tey barely spoke more than a few words, especially when it came to his feelings. But he just wasn’t used to it, if he could, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs about how much he loved you. A mischievous smile then curved upon his lips as his mind raced with an idea to convey his affection to you openly, even without the need for spoken words.

A loud yelp escaped your lips, slicing through the air, as Tsu'tey unexpectedly scooped you up the ground and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. It was so sudden, that your face almost collided with his back, and you had to frantically cling to his body to grip onto him. Your legs dangled helplessly in the air, desperately searching for the solid ground that had become too far away.

“Tsu’tey! Put me down!” you hissed angrily, swatting at his back, but he only chuckled.

The gesture, of course, drew the attention of the whole clan, and curious gazes fixated upon the scene unfolding before them. Annoyed by the unexpected display, you swatted at Tsu'tey again in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp. But instead of releasing you, he turned around dramatically and spoke loudly.

“Everyone, my beautiful mate and I will leave the dinner earlier tonight,” he announced, still holding you tightly, his hands gripping onto your thighs, “Please enjoy the rest of the evening without our presence.”

You could have sworn in that moment that you were probably turning purple from all of the embarrassment. Your heart raced, adrenaline rushing through your body, as Tsu’tey began to walk through the crowd with a snicker. Yet despite your expectations, there was no judgment in the looks you were receiving from the clan members. Still hanging upside down over his shoulder, you could see them only chuckling and nodding with smiles at the sight of Tsu’tey, always cold and unemotional, finally letting himself relax with his mate.

“Tsu’tey! Everyone’s staring,” you whispered shyly, as he continued to walk, carrying you effortlessly. 

“Let them stare,” he chuckled weakly, delivering a soft smack to your bottom, making you gasp in shock, “They need to see the pure joy you bring into my life.” You bit your lip in amusement, his words were clearly aligning with the reactions you were getting. Tsu'tey's carefree demeanor and the accepting murmurs of your clan members reassured you that your bond was something to celebrate, not hide.

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Simon had deep scowl lines between his brows from being forced out of his home and into the world. He watched you move around the room with gloomy hazel eyes. He never understood it. How easy it seemed for you to be away from him. Even now after he had just gotten back from a mission two days ago, you already pulled yourself away from him like you barely knew him. Your eyes sparkled as you talked animatedly with your friends across the room.

If it was up to Simon the two of you would be dead to the world. Curled up under a thick quilt as the rain pattered against the window. The room would be completely dark and quiet, except for your soft snores as you buried yourself as close to him as you could get. He would be so happy. Just the thought of it made his muscles relax. That was short lived as a hand smacked itself against his shoulder.

“Right Simon?” Soap’s words slowly reached his brain. Apparently he had been part of a conversation he didn’t even know was happening. This is why he needed to be home. His brain was foggy. The people at his table waited for a response and he simply grunted and nodded his head, hoping he didn’t agree to something too terrible. They seemed content and went on with their conversation. Simon’s eyes fled back up to where you were before, only to find you missing. His trained eyes scanned around the room easily finding that you and your friends had moved the conversation to the patio. He shifted forward in his seat as new recruit came up to you with a wide smile on his stupid face. The recruit was training to possibly be on the 141 team and the fact Simon couldn’t even remember his name showed how well that was going. Simon waited patiently for those pretty eyes of yours to find him and silently beg him to remove the stranger from your area. Yet that never came. Instead he was faced with teary e/c eyes. Your chin had a wobble in it and he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body all the way from his seat.

His blood ran cold.

He was hot on your trail following you down the hallway and into the laundry room. “I need a minute.” You requested trying to shut the door behind you. A strong hand quickly stopped it.

“What’d he say to you?” Simon demanded. The same hand that stopped the door grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, swiftly using his foot to shut the door behind him.

“Simon please.” You urged. His skin crawled. You never called him Simon. It was always ‘Si’ when you were happy with him or Simon Riley if you were mad at him. Never just Simon. You tugged yourself away from him backing into the washer.

“Sweetheart.” Simon urged back. He quickly broke the distance between you again resting his hand on the back of your head. You instinctively pressed your head against him, your body so use to seeking comfort from him. You stopped yourself- but didn’t pull away. “Talk to me please.”

“He”- you cut yourself off a fat tear rolling down your cheek. It was quickly swept away. “He asked me about you.” Your voice was quiet. Simon gently squeezed the back of your head pleading for you to continue. “He asked if all the rumors were true.” Your glossy eyes met his for a moment. Your eyes felt more comfortable staring at his broad chest.

“Sweetheart.” Simon sighed. He sighed in relief. “You can’t believe what you hear.” His thumbs rubbed your hips gently.

“He said you were buried alive and had to use someones leg to dig your way out.” His veins that were just starting to heat up froze over. His eyes were wide. The way his breath trembled gave him away. “Oh my god.” You whispered. “It’s true isn’t it?” You sputtered. “I can’t believe you kept that from me! That’s not something you hide from the person you say you want to spend the rest of your life with. Don’t you think I have the right to know?”

“No you don’t.” Simon said firmly. Your lips parted in shock. It’s true Simon wasn’t an open book. You had been together for two years before he even mentioned he had a family at one point. It took another year for you to piece his early life together, then once he realized you were here for the long haul things flowed from him easier. There were two things that he swore to never tell you though: his time in Mexico and how good he really was at his job. “You aren’t entitled to know anything about that.”

“Oh so those nights when you wake up in a cold sweat and I have to spend an hour talking you down make me not worthy of knowing something like that.” You spat. His heart constricted. His hands fled from your hips. The back of his hand rested against his lips and he desperately wished he had something to cover his face with.

“I never asked you to do that.” He spat back. His voice quivered- a rarity. His hand stayed pressed against his lips, his other pulled at the rolled up sleeves of his black button up.

“You’re missing my point. If I knew what was bothering you it would make it easier to help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” You jumped at his volume and he quickly quieted himself down. “I don’t tell you things about me so you can fix them. I tell you because”- He trailed off. He suddenly became all too aware of his surroundings.

“Because why?” You pressed. Your heart panged in your chest as you took in the sight of him. It was abnormal to see the mighty Simon Riley flustered- actually you think you’re the only person who had. Regret started to gnaw at your being. You had been selfish and harsh. You slowly brought your hand up and removed his hand from his face, tangling your fingers with his. Your other hand gently traced the veins on his forearm. The heave in his chest simmered and he leaned into you. “Because why?” You repeated softly.

“For the longest time”- He trailed off again. You pushed down your impatience and gave his hand a squeeze. “I thought the things that have happened to me and the things that I’ve done made me”-

He couldn’t find the right word.

“Unlovable.” You found it for him. His eyes flickered to yours, relief replaced the hurt in his hazel eyes, then slowly love crept its way in. You always managed to take the tangled yarn ball of emotions in his chest and give them a name. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Yet when I told you things about myself you just seemed to like me more.” He sighed. He removed his hand from yours and cupped your face making sure you looked up at him. “Please understand that there are still some things that I’m not ready to tell you about. Things that I can barely think about. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever tell you, just not yet.”

“Okay.” You whispered. You leaned up and he quickly met you in the middle pressing a firm kiss against your lips. His big hand patted your backside making you erupt in a fit of giggles against him. Just as you were exiting the laundry room Simon grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“And I want you to go back out there and tell that rookie it was a jaw- not a leg.” He requested.

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Hot for Teacher(s) 3

Part 2 / AO3 Link

After school practices for the Thanksgiving performance was only for the students who wanted to put a little more time into it. Apparently a bulk of the rehearsal happened during their music class and that made sense. Still, Steve was glad to put a face to some of the kids his son mentioned. The first night there had been a girl who's lip trembled at the slightest upset and Steve knew that had to be Yasmin.

"She's a crybaby who cries over everything", Shawn had said one time.

"Hm, need I remind you of all the times you've cried? Why I remember just last week-"

"We don't need to talk about that", Shawn said, properly chastised.

Even so, Steve could see how it could get a little frustrating to be in a class with someone as sensitive as that. And yet, Mr. Munson never let on that he was frustrated or anything like that. Every time the tears came, he talked her down. Which was quite the feat since he had probably been doing it for eight hours at this point.

"You're really good with the kids", Steve complimented when Mr. Munson took a seat near them to rest.

Third grade was working on their performance piece on the stage now while the smaller kids got a break. Mr. Munson smiled a bit as he scratched at his head.

"Yeah, well, patience is key, as I'm sure you know. Actually, how old are the kids you teach?", he asked.

"Middle school", Steve answered, laughing a little when he saw the other teacher's eyes get wide in fear.

"Braver than any marine, I swear. I will take spilt milk tears over the raging hormones going on over there."

Steve's brain decided to highlight the word 'hormones' which made him delayed in his response. He cleared his throat to try and cover it up. "It's not as bad as all that. I've got the babies of middle school, the sixth graders, but don't tell them I said that. And I'm lucky I've got a group there that's absolutely obsessed with science."

He met Mr. Munson's eyes and was met with a million watt smile. One that he knew was on his own face too.

"That's the best feeling, ain't it? When they wanna soak up as much as you can give?"

"The best", Steve agreed. It wasn't always candy and roses but it was all worth it for those days when everything just clicked. "Speaking of passions, did you get that approval for your ideas for the show?"

"They said I could play guitar, but they vetoed my pyrotechnics idea."

That night, Mr. Munson walked him and Shawn back to their car. And as such, became a routine for two days out of the week. Through it all, Steve commended himself for only drooling a little over him and only when he was alone.

At home, one Saturday, Shawn was humming his class' song while Steve made them lunch. He looked to the calendar and realized the show would be that coming Monday. Well, he knew that but it hit him that in less than a week, Thanksgiving break would start and then there wouldn't be much of a reason for him to see Mr. Munson anymore.

Just as the thought came to him, he looked at the school events calendar he had put in his phone and saw that there would be a Winter Dance but that it was for 4th and 5th grade only. He held back a sigh. Oh well, maybe if he got particularly antsy, he could schedule a confere-no, nononono.

He wasn't going to waste a teacher's time over nothing. Just because, what? He wanted to see him?

He said as much when he talked to Robin the next day. They were sitting in his living room, Shawn was up in his room, reading on this lazy Sunday.

"So, you're just going to avoid him?"

"It's not avoiding. I'm just not going to go out of my way to seek him out", Steve clarified. "And maybe this little crush", he whispered the word 'crush' like tiny ears were listening, "will die down."

"Mhm", Robin nodded, unconvinced. "You know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?"

Steve leaned back against the couch. "There's at least one absence I'm not missing."

"...Don't tell me this is all because of him?"

"It's not because of him but...", Steve's eyes traveled to where Shawn's baby book sat on a bookshelf. Inside were the only pictures of Shawn's sire. And honestly, Steve wouldn't even have those if it were up to him. But he wanted to leave the door open just for when Shawn got older and could decide how much he wanted that man in his life.

"I don't think Mr. Munson is anything like him. Of course I don't. But I can't make a mistake like that again. If Shawn got hurt, I could never forgive myself."

Robin gave him a pat on the leg. "If you really think it's for the best."

It was. Steve knew that what was on the surface could be hiding something ugly underneath. He wasn't going to expose him or his pup to anything like that again. Mr. Munson was nice but these feelings weren't deep enough to swim in. Steve was barely getting his toes wet. He would stay high and dry and then Shawn would go on to second grade and then he would only see Mr. Munson in passing, if that.

Steve had all these affirmations in mind as he settled in to see Shawn's performance Monday. Planning ahead, Steve had told his school a couple weeks ago that he had a doctor appointment and wouldn't be coming in until later. Just long enough to pop in and see Shawn sing. As he had planned and rehearsed, Mr. Munson sat on a stool to one side of the stage, acoustic guitar in his lap.

It was all the school would allow and seeing as the kids' singing voices weren't super strong, it was for the best. Steve recorded the act, phone focused on Shawn while every once in a while, his eyes drifted to Mr. Munson.

After the song, Steve waved to Shawn, who waved back. He had told him ahead of time that he'd have to go back to work after seeing him, so that his son wouldn't be disappointed. When they saw each other at home later, Shawn's adrenaline from the day hadn't waned.

"So a lot of the other kids' parents took them home, so Mr. Munson let some of us play with his guitar!"

"Did he now?", Steve smiled.

"Uh-huh. He even taught us how to play. Do you think he teaches guitar?"

"Would you like some lessons?", Steve asked.

"Only if Mr. Munson is teaching it. He makes everything so cool."

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Steve watched as Shawn ran ahead to go into the corn maze. Most of the corn was gone, so he wasn't worried about him getting lost as Robin went to get them hot ciders. Shawn scurried through the maze when he found someone familiar.

Robin had come back with two ciders that she and Steve sipped on while Shawn made his way through the maze.

"Dad! Look who's here!"

Steve looked up, expecting to see one of his little friends. Not Mr. Munson.

Not Mr. Munson in ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

Not Mr. Munson in ripped jeans and a leather jacket with chunky rings and his hair let loose, spilling over his shoulders.

"Dad look! It's Mr. Munson! Dad?"

"Mr. Munson! What a surprise!", Robin came in for the save while Steve was speechless. She gave him a subtle nudge that really wasn't all that subtle but that was okay because Mr. Munson was having his own crisis.

Because here was Mr. Harrington, enjoying a harvest festival, shoulder to shoulder with a beautiful alpha woman.

"H-hey, didn't expect to run into you here", Mr. Munson stuttered.

"Me neither", Steve said, voice a little breathless. He cleared it and remembered himself. "This is Robin, she's my neighbor. Robin, this is Shawn's teacher."

"Heard so much about you", Robin grinned.

Steve wanted to kick her in the shin.

"Hey, Shawn, how's about we go and pick out a pumpkin or something?", Robin suggested, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the other two, leaving them alone.

Mr. Munson looked like a deer caught in headlights and Steve couldn't blame him.

"Jesus, she couldn't be anymore obvious."

"Did you want to talk to me about something, Mr. Harrington?"

"No, I didn't. But, I think...I think we should have this conversation anyway." Steve ran a hand through his hair.

They went to a little sitting area the farm had set up near the food booths so that they could talk. Eddie's mind ran a mile a minute, thinking of what this could be about. Both good and bad. He'd gotten a hot chocolate both to keep his hands warm and to give him something to do with said hands. Hands that Mr. Harrington was staring at right now.

"I um", he shook his head and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "I just wanted to-god this is hard."

"Well, let's make it easier", Eddie said. "Is it about Shawn? Is he having problems in school?"

"No, it's not about that. It's about us-I mean, there is no us but I-goddammit", Steve hissed, cheeks getting red in embarrassment. He let out a breath. "Mr. Munson, I'm having..." don't say feelings don't say feelings don't say feelings "-sensations, that aren't entirely professional. About you."

"Oh."

"And I know nothing can come of it, but I just want you to know that, to know that I'm aware of them and if I ever come on, I guess too strong, please just let me know."

"Um, for how long?", Eddie asked, hoping he wasn't vibrating in his seat because it sure did feel that way.

"Uhh, pretty much since I first met you", Mr. Harrington admitted. "And I don't know if it's because you've been looking after me and Shawn when we walk back to the car, or if it's something else but you just smell...you feel safe. And it's hard for me not too....", he trailed off, voice getting soft.

He didn't know how much that meant to Eddie. His first year of teaching, Eddie had gone on scent blockers, not wanting to overwhelm the little noses in his room. But one day he'd forgotten and things just seemed to run more smoothly when they could get a whiff of him. For Mr. Harrington to say his scent made him feel safe...

"It hasn't exactly been easy for me either", Eddie finally said. "Me too, since that first day I... But you already said nothing can come from it."

There was a hesitant look in Mr. Harrington's eyes. "Well, you know, why not?"

"Why...not?", Eddie echoed.

"I have my personal reasons for not pursuing this, but they mostly involve Shawn. If he doesn't know about it, I mean if we can hide it from most people, you won't get in trouble with the school. And we won't, you know get Shawn's hopes up if it doesn't become serious."

"Why, Mr. Harrington, are you propositioning me?" Honestly, Eddie didn't give a flying fuck what this principal thought about his private life. At the end of the day, it really was just Shawn he was worried about. He didn't know what happened to the other half of his DNA, but he knew that kids with only one parent sometimes longed for a second. He couldn't make Shawn think that was him unless this was the real deal. And he wouldn't know that for sure if he didn't give this a try.

"For starters, when we're not on school grounds, you can call me Steve."

"Eddie."

"Eddie, would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Steve's face was a mix of hopeful and confident that Eddie wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. "I'd love to."

Part 4

There is absolutely some angst with Steve's baby daddy comin down the line. I came up with it where I come up with all my best ideas, half asleep when I wake up in the morning.

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Save Him

You are reading: PART ONE (the teaser is from part two)

PART TWO

Adult (20) Neteyam x fem!Metkayina!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n, the eldest daughter of Tonowari and Ronal is growing into a mighty warrior and she has been promised to Txonu Te Ìkhawvo Uäeye'itan, they are to be mated once Y/N is of the proper age- twenty. When Jake Sully and his family seek refuge with the Metkayina, it is their eldest son that finds his own refuge in the arms of a woman promised to another- but will he survive to withstand the repercussions?

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of war, an arranged marriage/mating, it gets heated at times but no smut

a/n: GUYS it was getting way too long so I decided to split it into two parts THIS IS PART ONE stay tuned for part two players 😎, also its kind of a slow burn in the beginning LIGHTLY EDITED PLEASE DONT YELL AT ME

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Gentle waves rolled across the sandy shores of the Awa'atlu reef, tumbling the sand and retreating, only to come back again. There was no beginning to this cycle, no end, it had been since before you were born and would continue after your death. It was this constant that you knew for certain, not much else.

The day had just begun, you could still taste the breakfast your mother had prepared for you and your siblings as you made your way through the village with your little sister.

Tsireya walked quietly, making your suspicions rise.

"What is it?" You asked softly, both of you coming to a halt in front of the ilu saddles.

She shook her head. "What is what?"

A look of incredulity fell upon your features causing her to let out a soft groan.

"I've just been thinking lately..." She hesitantly admitted.

"About?"

She took a breath, placing the saddle she had grabbed back down with a huff.

"We have less than a year. Less than a year until you're to be mated with Txonu, and then you leave. You move into your own marui and have your own family. What happens to me and Ao'nung when you're gone?"

Your face softened, "Oh, 'Reya, I won't be far-"

"No but it will be different." Tsireya argued. "You don't even know him, how do you know you would be a good mated pair?"

"In time, we will learn."

The response you gave, the same one given to you by Ronal and Tonowari, made Tsireya growl, her face screwing up in distaste.

As if, by the will of Eywa, the flap of wings stole the attention of you and your sister, Txonu and his tsurak flew into the reef having just come back from a hunting trip.

You looked over at Tsireya, letting out a huff as you saw her look of mild disgust.

Txonu is a strong hunter and a good fighter. He had been trained under your father from a young age, the future Olo'eyktan of the clan, and you his future Tsahìk. You had yet to see his stoic front dissipate, it seemed a frown was permanently etched into his skin.

Even now, as he walked to meet your father at the front of the village, the crease between his brows was evident.

"He's so...angry." Tsireya complained.

You sighed, "He's just serious."

Tsireya turned her head to look at you, taking in the sadness that creeped behind your pale green eyes.

"Do you...think you will be able to see him?"

Her voice was soft, but it felt like it had reached out to your throat and wrapped around the column, making a lump form and block your airways.

Without meeting her eyes you exhaled, "I will learn to."

༺♡༻

You and Tsireya had been out with your ilus, riding through the kelp and around the reef when someone blew into the conch shell, alerting the Metkayina people of newcomers. A flock of flying creatures through the air, making you look up into the sky and squint your eyes. Looked like Na'vi.

"Come one, let's go see." Tsireya tugged your arm, bringing your attention back from the sky.

Synchronously, you two dove into the water, guiding your ilus to the front of the village.

Upon your arrival, you noticed a group had formed around the newcomers. They were easy to spot, skinny, tall and dark blue- they were not from these waters. You dismounted your ilu, ducking underwater to swim closer to the shore before breaking through the surface. Unbeknownst to you, you had an audience of one.

Neteyam saw the movement in the water from the corner of his eye. Turning his head to get a better view, he felt his eyebrows shoot up and jaw go slack at the sight before him. A Metkayina woman walked onto the shore from the shallow water, her thick, wavy hairy dripping with sea water. His mouth went dry as he followed a droplet that had fallen from her chin travel across her chest, down to her navel, and along her right leg.

Realizing that he was quite shamelessly checking this girl out, he snapped his head back up, eyes darting to her face. Her eyes never met his, not until she was standing behind Tonowari- she was the Olo'eyktan's daughter.

The tips of his fingers began to tingle with numbness- a new sensation all together- as he made eye contact with the Metkayina girl as her head turned to meet his gaze. Neteyam offered her a small, inconspicuous smile, making her purse her lips in an attempt not to reciprocate the gesture, instead looking away.

You felt your heartbeat against your ribcage as the boy, the forest boy you had just learned, looked into your eyes and smiled. Quickly, you averted your gaze, not wanting anyone to notice the innocent, albeit flirty, interaction- but a smile fought to make itself seen upon your lips making you raise a hand to cover them.

"...Our son Ao'nung and daughters Y/N and Tsireya, will show your children what to do." Your ears perked up, only now realizing you had completely tuned out his voice while looking at the forest boy.

Ao'nung was quick to try and argue, "But father, why do I-"

"It is decided." Your father shut him down.

Again, Ao'nung opened his mouth to voice his complaints, you put a hand to his shoulder, silently telling him to cease his arguing.

He turned to face you, "If they drown, I won't be the one to save them."

"If they drowned, " You whispered harshly, "We both know I would be the only one who could save them."

Your emphasis on 'could' made Ao'nung screw his face in annoyance, moving to push your hand off of him as he started to walk away with the rest of the clan. He hated your teasing.

"Come on, my sister and I will show you around our village." Tsireya smiled, stealing your attention from your brother.

You nodded, smiling at the family before nodding your head in the direction of the maruis, "Yes, this way."

The walk through the village was quick, Tsireya doing most of the talking while you led the way through the throngs of Metkayina coming to see the guests. Your mind wandered back to the boy, who you had an innate sense of awareness of as he walked just a few steps behind you, it was like his energy, his aura was tangible- it was reaching out with its tendrils and tugging on your wrists just begging for you to turn around and acknowledge it.

You fought against the temptation.

"Here is where you will be staying." You gestured toward the large, empty marui as your sister came to stand next to you.

Jake Sully, the former Omaticaya Olo'eyktan thanked the both of you before you and your sister left quickly, giving them space.

Neteyam watched your tail swing gently as you left, the vision etched into his mind, he hopes, forever.

The next morning you watched as Ao'nung grouchily put his hair up, being unnecessarily rough due to his pent up annoyance with today's agenda - teach the forest kids the skills of the Metkayina.

"Are you excited?" Tsireya asked, a giddy smile painted across her lips.

You nodded, mouth full with your breakfast.

"The forest boy was looking at you yesterday." She said matter of factly, making you nearly choke on the food in your mouth before you hastily chewed and swallowed.

"No he wasn't." You argued, face heating up at the fact that she had noticed the exchange.

Tsireya shoved your shoulder playfully, "Yes, he was. And you were looking too. I could tell."

You stood up, cleaning the remnants of your breakfast as you spoke monotonously, "Tsireya, I am promised to Txonu, I was not 'looking' at anyone."

"I hate when you do that." She mumbled, following you out of your family's marui.

You stopped, "Do what?"

"Speak like you are an old woman. You only do it when talking about Txonu." She explained, before walking past you and diving into the water.

"I don't sound like an old woman." You mumbled to yourself, offended at the insinuation.

Ao'nung finally made his way out of the marui, "Yes, you do." He concluded, diving into the water just as Tsireya had done.

You grumbled a small 'no, I don't' before entering the water yourself and swimming behind your siblings.

Breaking through the surface of the water, just outside of the forest family's marui, you moved to climb up and onto the ledge in front of the entrance.

You have a soft knock to the side of their doorway.

"Come on in."

It was Jake Sully.

Slowly, you stepped forward toward the doorway, the privacy flap had not yet been rolled up so you couldn't see what was happening inside. You pushed the edge of the flap as you walked through, nearly making it in in one piece...that is until you were hit by what felt like a solid tulkun fin.

You stumbled, trying to regain your balance, only to feel arms wrap around you and steady you themselves.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

A response was forming on your now dry tongue, but Jake Sully was quicker.

"Neteyam! Careful, huh? Keep your eyes open."

Neteyam nodded, "Yes, sir."

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward with the way his family had all stilled to stare at the way he was still holding you to his chest.

Lo'ak, his younger brother, let out a chuckle, "You can let her go, bro."

That seemed to catapult everyone back into action, Kiri going to help Tuk tie her top on while Neytiri rearranged their belongings in the hut with the help of Jake. Neteyam was also quick to remove his arms from around you, only for a split second however, before his palm came to rest on your bicep.

He leaned closer to you, lowering his voice ever so slightly, "You are okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

You shook your head, slowly reworking through the wonders of spoken language.

"I'm-I'm alright." You assured quickly, standing up straight.

Neteyam smiled softly, "Good."

༺♡༻

The forest people were not the best divers, your brother, and his friends, made sure to make them very aware of their shortcomings often earning him a smack to the head from either you or Tsireya.

"We don't know this finger talk, we don't know what you are saying." Neteyam said, head bobbing gently up and down as he tread water.

Your voice came out first, "I will teach you."

Both Tsireya and Lo'ak shared a look trying to conceal their laughs.

"We will teach all of you." Tsireya corrected, making you roll your eyes in embarrassment.

The next few weeks progressed as such. You and your siblings taught the forest kids the way of the water, helping them grow their skills in the sea. You and Neteyam seemed to dance along a line of friendship, both of you yearning to push past an unknown boundary, yet reeling back each time. Neither of you could make the jump, afraid of the simple fact that getting close would lead to something irrevocable.

You all sat on a rock, outside of the water as you practiced breathing techniques. Ao'nung and Rotxo had since left, deciding they had better things to do.

Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Kiri listened as you explained the way of water. Your voice slowing down as you speak, an auditory representation of your heart rate slowing. Tsireya continued the speech as you went to adjust Kiri, resting your hand on her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. A smile danced across your lips as you felt her heart rate slow with her breathing.

"Good, Kiri. Your heart rate is dropping." You affirmed.

Neteyam felt as though your grin was contagious, his own mouth stretching into a smile as he watched the way your eyes flitted between your hand over his sister's heart and her face. A long curl fell into your face, making his hand twitch, fighting the urge to gently push it back behind your ear.

Removing your hands from Kiri, who still had her eyes closed as she inhaled and exhaled, you could overhear Tsireya assessing Lo'ak's breathing.

"Lo'ak, your heart is beating really fast." She mumbled, making you snort to yourself.

"Sorry."

Almost instinctively, you turn to look at Neteyam who sits across from you. Both of your eyes meet as you two give each other a knowing look and smile.

Neteyam felt his palms start to clam up as he watched you crawl over to him from the other side of the rock. Sitting on your knees before him, he could smell the salt and...something else, something floral, wafting off of you. He decided then that whatever that smell was, it was his favorite.

You felt him stiffen slightly as you put your hands against his chest and above his naval.

"Let me see."

With a slow, focusing breath, Neteyam started to breathe as you had instructed, slowing his heart rate. The feeling of his heart rate slowing had excitement radiating in your bones. Subconsciously, you scooted closer to him, angling your neck so you could beam up at him. He felt his breath hitch at not only the sight of you smiling up at him with bright eyes, but the feeling of your thigh coming right up against his, dangerously close to his hand that was resting near his bent knee.

Your brows furrowed, "Your heart is going so fast now."

Curiosity got the better of you, his sudden increase in heart rate taking you by surprise. You lean in close, pressing an ear to his chest listening to the strong buh-bum of his heart.

If anything, this new position made it worse. He could feel your hair falling over your shoulders and gently caressing his skin, it made his cheeks burn. Unfortunately for him, Kiri had opened her eyes just in time to catch you pushing your head into his chest. She let out a chortle, making her brother send her a deadly glare while his body remained stiff- this only made her laugh more.

You pulled away from Neteyam, bringing a hand to cup his cheek while the other rested against his forehead.

"Are you feeling alright, Neteyam?"

Neteyam wished that Eywa would take him, end his suffering, or perhaps make everyone else on the rock disappear so he could be left alone- alone with you, and your hands holding his face so tenderly, listening to your voice saying his name with such softness.

"I'm alright." He quickly reassures, hands going to grab your own that had been placed on his face.

You frowned, still curious about his sudden jump in heart rate but before you could say anything else on the subject a familiar sound rang through the air and settled- unwelcomely- in your bones.

Txonu flew over the rock you five had been sitting on before circling back and sending out the call again, it was his call for you.

His tsurak landed just far enough from the rock for you to figure it was an intentional show of dislike for the forest Na'vi.

"I'll be right back." You muttered, diving into the water and calling for your ilu to take you over to the brooding man.

Neteyam's face twitched, "Who is that?"

Tsireya groaned, "Txonu Te Ìkhawvo Uäeye'itan. Y/N is promised to him."

Neteyam turned to the younger girl, nearly breaking his neck in the process. You had never mentioned a mate, but his stomach fell with a new thought now gnawing at his heart- perhaps Txonu was the reason for the wall you've put up between yourself and Neteyam.

"They are mated?" Lo'ak asked, before Neteyam could get the words out.

Tsireya made a face of disgust, "No. Not yet. Txonu is waiting for Y/N to turn twenty, when she is a fully matured woman, to mate. The pair was decided by our parents."

"They are never together. She doesn't even talk about him." Kiri said, a lilt of confusion carrying through her words.

Tsireya nodded, "He's out hunting most of the time."

Her teal eyes glanced at Neteyam, seeing his evident antipathy toward the Metkayina man.

"I don't think Y/N likes him but she says she will do what is necessary for the clan."

Tsireya's explanation made Neteyam grumble. She was betrothed to another man, a man who had made it very clear he did not welcome his family with his standoffish demeanor and cold shoulder.

The Omaticayan's eyes watched carefully as your ilu stopped just next to Txonu. The man barely turned his head to look at you as you spoke. But the conversation was too low to be carried back to where Neteyam sat, forcing him to rely on reading your body language.

"Your father has sent me to see how the lessons have been going." Txonu spoke, eyes looking off into the horizon as if expecting something to jump out and attack at a moment's notice.

"They are learning, some faster than others, but they are all advancing." You explained, looking down into the water as you spoke.

Txonu nodded, "Good. They won't be useless."

You shook your head, "No, they will become strong members of the clan."

Tsireya's voice rang in your head 'you sound like an old woman'. You shake the comment that had been ringing through your head ever since she had said it a few weeks ago before looking up at Txonu.

"If that is all I must get back to the group." You tried to end the conversation.

Txonu turned to look past you and at the Na'vi on the rock, you followed his gaze catching sight of Kiri laughing and shoving Neteyam's shoulder, making him turn to her.

"I will see you during tomorrow's feast then. You are to sit with me, not your siblings." Txonu stated before commanding his tsurak to move out of the area.

You watched as he retreated, letting out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding in before turning on your ilu and diving into the water. For a moment your ilu stilled at your command under the ebb and flow of the surface. Unable to hold it in, you let out a scream, only to be silenced by the water. The air bubbles being the only sign of your cry for help.

Collecting yourself, you had your ilu swim back toward the rock ready to rejoin the group- but it was too late, the mood had shifted entirely.

It wasn't long before your small group began to head back to the village. Tsireya rode in the front, her ilu guiding the others through the reef while you fell to the back of the group.

You were the last to hang up your saddle, the rest of the group having already dispersed when you slowly made your dismount. Forcefully, you threw your saddle over the rack, tying it in place before feeling the burning of someone's gaze.

"How did you like today's lesson?" You asked, not turning to meet Neteyam's eyes.

You could hear the soft smile in his voice, "It was nice. The reef is beautiful. I've never seen anything like this in the forest."

"My favorite is after eclipse, that's when it's the most beautiful. There is this hidden cove with a cave that glows with different plants..." You trail off, finally meeting his soft stare.

There was something about the way he looked at you with his amber eyes that made you feel as though he was looking right through you, reading your soul like a book. His freckles glowed with some sort of truth serum, pulling your most honest confessions out of you, making them simmer on the tip of your tongue. Neteyam made you feel so vulnerable, for the first time in your life you were painfully aware of being perceived by someone else. 

Neteyam took a step closer as you moved to avoid his gaze again, with a sharp intake of breath.

"Show me."

Maybe Lo'ak's recklessness was rubbing off on him.

You met his eyes with raised eyebrows, making a hum of confusion.

"Tonight, after eclipse. Show me the reef."

You wrung your fingers together, "I'm not supposed to be out after eclipse, especially not with...you."

Neteyam knew what you meant, if you were to be seen out after eclipse with someone other than your promised mate- the clan would definitely talk and it would definitely get back to your parents.

But right now, he didn't care.

"Me neither. It would be our secret." He lowered his voice, eyes staring intensely into your own.

A fire burned in the pits of his stomach, he wanted-no, needed to see you tonight.

Fiddling with the beads on your waist scarf you tried to respond, tried to think of a reason for why you didn't want to do it.

"Come on. Don't be a wuss." He taunted, hands coming up to cover your fidgeting ones.

He watched as mischief grew in your eyes, the same look he had seen in Lo'ak so many times just before he did something stupid- it made Neteyam smirk.

"I'll meet you at your marui, after everyone is asleep."

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Ronal brushed through your curls with her fingers as you sat on your woven sleeping mat, it was something she had done every night ever since you could remember.

She hummed gently, taking her time to untangle your hair before sleep. Secretly, she wished time would freeze in moments like these knowing that soon you'd be mate and gone, no longer her little girl.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her fingers running against your scalp, almost enough to put you to sleep. Unfortunately for the serenity that was fighting to wash over your body, tonight's plan had irrepressible excitement bubbling in your belly.

Neteyam felt a similar feeling rising through his chest, making his leg bounce and fingers drum.

"Bro, you're shaking the whole tent." Lo'ak grumbled, rolling over to face away from his brother.

His family was all either asleep or close to it, the day's events draining them. It was only Neteyam that was fully awake, sitting up on his sleep mat with his back against the side of the marui. His leg stilled and the shaking ceased, only to be replaced by the tapping of his feet as he waited- he would argue that it was rather patiently- for your arrival.

Lo'ak let out something between a hiss and high-pitched growl, as he shifted again pulling his woven blanket over his head dramatically. It was in the silence that followed that Neteyam heard it- a soft clicking, not unlike your call for your ilu.

After hearing it again, same cadence and tone, he knew it was meant for him.

Quietly, swiftly, Neteyam stood up and began inching closer to the doorway of the marui. He looked over to his parents, both sleeping soundly with Tuk between them. Lo'ak was next to fall under his gaze, his head buried under his blanket- he couldn't care less about what Neteyam was doing as long as it wasn't disturbing him. Finally, Neteyam looked over at Kiri, only to find her looking back at him with a knowing look.

She smiled at her brother's startled expression, before she quietly turned around, facing her back toward him and his daring behavior.

Neteyam let out a breath before pushing his way through the doorway of his family's marui.

"I didn't know how else to get your attention." You laughed from the water.

Watching as Neteyam lowered himself into the water as smoothly as he could to keep from making any sounds that would wake up his family.

"I knew it was you." He smiled, swimming over to you.

He made a motion to call for his ilu, making you jump to push your palm over his mouth effectively silencing him.

"No ilus, they would bring too much attention. We swim."

Neteyam nodded before looking down at your hand still covering his hand. Bashfully, you removed your hand from his mouth, only to grab his own hand in a spurt of boldness.

"Come on."

And suddenly, it was so easy to be disobedient if it meant you'd hold his hand just as you were right now.

Your grip never faltered as you swam through the waters, guiding him to the cove you had spoken of earlier. With every pass of a glowing fish or unique plant, you would squeeze his hand a few times to get his attention, effectively making Neteyam melt.

Coming to a halt at the edge of your home reef, you sign for him to go up to the surface.

"It's just outside the reef, stay close to me." You informed, gripping his hand tighter to punctuate your point.

Neteyam chuckled, "Ah, mighty warrior is going to save me?"

His teasing got a quick rise out of you, making you splash him with water. Neteyam blinked, his mouth falling open as he retaliated with a wave of water directed at you. You dropped his hand as a fight ensued, both of you laughing hard as you tried to dodge the water shoved toward you.

You readied yourself to send more water his way, only for him to grab your wrist and pull you towards himself effectively stopping your planned attack- only he underestimated his own strength and ended up pulling you so close your noses nearly bumped.

Neteyam used one hand to grab onto your waist, steadying you in the water while the other he moved to keep you both afloat, along with his legs that were kicking softly next to yours.

The breath in your lungs disappeared, forcing you to gasp gently as you placed his hands on his shoulders.

Words felt insincere as your eyes met Neteyam's. His eyes followed the trail of glowing freckles that were scattered across your face like constellations, a map written into the stars, leading him to your lips.

"Nete-"

"Don't." He cut you off quickly, his voice soft yet strong. "Don't say my name. Not like that. Not when I have so little stopping me..."

His voice trailed as your eyes fluttered shut, trying to regain your composure. Neteyam nearly let his resolve crumble as you placed your hands on his chest to softly push yourself away from him, his fingers trailing against your waist that was pulling away.

"Let's go."

This time you didn't grab his hand.

Neteyam followed you closely as you swam through the water, his mind running a mile a minute thinking about what had just happened. He had half the mind to kick himself over how boldly he acted, how little willpower he had when it came to you.

Arrival to the cove felt sudden, due to his not paying attention. The walk up the shore was silent, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward but rather dim and empty, there was a lack of emotion- one that Neteyam felt used to be so prominent- suddenly stripped away. He watched as your feet made prints in the sand, a part of him wanting to try his best to walk in your exact steps, fearing that it may be as close as he'll ever come to touching your skin again.

Neteyam's sense of longing evaporated as the entirety of the cove came into view. A cave had formed just a few feet from the shore and the bioluminescent waves tumbling against the sand. In the darkness of the eclipse, it looked like the cave went on forever, the entire back wall- significantly deeper into the cave- was covered with glowing green plants, like the ones he could find back home in the forest.

It looked like just that, Neteyam thought, a secret passage way back to his forest, back to his home.

"It's beautiful." Neteyam breathed out, walking further into the cave.

You watched him, a smile dancing across your lips without your knowledge as you whispered your agreement, not taking your eyes off of him, "Beautiful."

Carefully, you sat down on the ground and held your knees to your chest as you watched the waves beat against the shore. You felt Neteyam's presence before you saw him, the wispy, winding, tickling tendrils of his aura licking at the backs of your arms and down your spine. Turning your head, you watched as he sat down next to you, his eyes coming to meet yours.

"Thank you for showing me this place." He whispered so genuinely, so earnestly, it made you want to take him to every hidden corner and crevice of Awa'atlu, paint him a map of your home just before etching your heart onto his palm.

You nodded, words foreign to your tongue.

Neteyam felt a knot form in his stomach, your lack of response reigniting his guilt over what had happened in the water.

His hand reached out for yours on the sand, stopping short and falling just next to your own before he spoke, "I'm sorry I overstepped."

Your ears twitched at his apology, quivering voice making your heart ache.

"You don't-"

"I do." Neteyam cut you off, "I do have to apologize. It was not my place to speak so freely."

His freckles seemed to glow brighter, making your fingers go numb and tongue go dry with the need to tell him the truth- after a pathetic fight with your own willpower you gave in.

"I wish it were."

It was almost comical the way his eyebrows shot up, making you softly giggle. You made the move to push your hand into his, nudging your fingers under his palm only for him to grab them with such care it made you want to cry.

Neteyam smiled, looking down at your hands before a darkness washed over his features.

"It still is not my place, it is your mate's." His hand let go of yours.

Your mood soured at the mention of Txonu.

"Do you... see him?"

The question made you snap your head to look at Neteyam again, this time as if he had grown two tails.

You shook your head angrily, pushing yourself up and off the floor, "That's not something you can ask. You can't just-"

"It's a simple question, Y/N. Do you see Txonu?" He argued, standing to follow your steps as you paced around the cave.

Perhaps this was a bad idea, you felt too open, too vulnerable, too close to admitting something that you’ve willed yourself to never even think of.

If only the glow of his freckles hadn't been caught in your peripheral vision, along with his handsomely furrowed brow and amber eyes.

"No."

Your answer echoed throughout the cave as if to mock you.

"But he is good. Mother says I will learn to see him."

Again, you could feel Neteyam's presence behind you before he placed a hand onto your shoulder, lips coming to the shell of your ear as he spoke lowly, making your ears twitch against his upper lip.

"Y/N-"

"Stop." You whispered, unable to handle the intimacy.

Neteyam nudged the edge of your ear with his nose, closing his eyes as he reveled in the petal-like feel.

"Stop what?" He questioned, not moving a muscle.

You let out a shaky breath, turning your head to be face to face with the captor of your composure. Neteyam pressed his forehead into yours, eyes still closed as he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, the other hand going to your waist and turning you to fully face him.

"The pressure of your perfection is crushing me, I can't remember how to breathe when I am near you." You gasped, chest heaving softly from your revelation.

"Then don't."

With that Neteyam pushed his lips onto yours. You were desperate to take everything he had to give you, lips chasing after each movement. He brought a hand to cradle the back of your head, effectively deepening the kiss. Your lips seared and ached with repressed passion, needing Neteyam the same way you needed air. For a moment you felt anger rise in your chest toward the Great Mother. How could she be so cruel, bringing Neteyam into your life knowing it is another man that you have been promised to.

Neteyam was the first to pull away reluctantly, both hands now cradling your cheeks. You pushed yourself closer to him, desperate to shower him with your affection, pressing soft, tender kisses to each of his freckles and running your lips along each of the deep blue lines that colored his face.

The feeling of your lips moving slowly over his skin made his eyes flutter shut, head angling up having you complete access to his lengthy neck. You ran your nose along the column, stopping at the connection between neck and shoulder and inhaling his raw scent.

For the next few minutes, nothing existed to either you or Neteyam as you both took turns familiarizing yourselves with skin you've longed to touch, kiss, and worship. It wasn't until Neteyam noticed a glimmer of orange out of the corner of his eye that his attention was pulled from everything that was you, his heart dropped- sunrise.

"Shit." Neteyam grumbled, pulling away from your lips and holding you to his chest.

Lazily, you kissed the skin there before fully realizing the reason for Neteyam's frustrations. The sun was coming up, the sun starting to peek through just enough that the front of the cove was now illuminated in an orange glow- that meant the village was waking up soon.

"Shit!" You repeated before grabbing his hand and running toward the water.

Neteyam followed you as you dove into the waves, the swim back to the reef had his lungs and muscles burning but your hand clasped around his dulled the ache.

Just as you got to the rocky entrance to the reef, Neteyam tugged you back towards himself. He pulled you into one last kiss, under the water and hidden from the view of the Metkayina. Breaking the kiss you signed 'Meet me here tonight. Same time', receiving a nod in response.

It was by the grace of Eywa that the both of you made it back to your maruis on time and undetected.

༺♡༻

The fire in front of you crackled and popped, captivating your tired tired eyes. Txonu notices as you start to doze off, eyes slowly lulling to sleep, making him roughly nudge your arm with his elbow.

You hum in acknowledgement.

"Why so tired?" He grumbled, though you believed that was just his natural voice.

Your tongue was tied, trying to think of a reasonable explanation, anything other than you had spent the night pressed up against the damp wall of a dimly lit cave trying to memorize the creases of a forest boy's lips.

"Didn't sleep well." You muttered, picking at your food.

Txonu side eyed your less than adequate manners, "Good hunters, good warriors sleep. They are ready. You need to sleep."

You assumed that was his way of trying to care about you, his own special way of saying 'try to get some sleep, for your safety'. Instead it came out like a father scolding a child and it made you cower.

Tiredly, you responded, "Yes, Txonu."

The agreement received a nod from your betrothed, silencing the conversation before he started it up again.

"Have you taken your tsurak out lately?"

A sudden sense of deja vu hit your nerves, you've had this exact conversation with your father already.

With a shake of your head you explain, "No, I have not needed to fight, nor have I been hunting this past week."

"The ilu is a child's animal. Warriors have fought on the backs of tsurak's-"

You interrupted him.

"And when there is a war, I will mount my tsurak. There is no war Txonu, my tsurak may swim freely until I call for it."

Your outburst angered your future mate, you could tell by the way he gripped the bowl in his hands and his features hardened.

"The forest people will bring a war, and we will be forced to fight. Warriors should be ready." His stare intensified as he turned to meet your gaze.

You stayed quiet, wishing for the conversation to end before your anger took over- a short temper was a trait that had carried to you from your mother.

Txonu saw this as a sign of submission, allowing him to continue.

"You are either a warrior, the one I know you have trained to be, or a child that partakes in reckless behavior with their siblings. You cannot be both."

The band snapped.

Standing up roughly, you turned to look down at Txonu who was ready to chastise you for acting out.

"When the war comes. I fight. But I will not go looking for a battle like you do." Your voice was low and calm, eyes looking down your nose as you spoke to Txonu- something he found immensely disrespectful, although you couldn't find it in yourself to care as you walked away from him.

Your escape route had you passing by the Sully family, making Neteyam look up at you as you walked quickly. Within a split second, he was able to catch the glint of unshed tears in your eyes as you bowed your head. Thoughtlessly, he stood up to follow you making Neytiri raise her eyebrows at her eldest's actions. Jake opened his mouth to say something, but was distracted by Kiri placing her hand on his shoulder. She gave him a pointed look making her dad furrow his eyebrows before shaking his head and turning to say something to Neteyam, only to be met with empty space- he was already gone.

Sand was kicked with each step as you walked to a more secluded side of the beach. With a rush of anger you fell to your knees, clawing at the sand and grabbing at anything you could find only to roughly throw it away from you with choked sobs. It was only when a body crashed into yours that you were brought back to reality, everything crushing down and crumbling at your feet.

Neteyam pulled you onto his lap as you cried, pushing your face into his chest. His hand came up to hold your head to his body, large palm trying to barricade you from the outside world as he pressed his lips against your head.

"Mawey, Y/N, mawey." He spoke into your hair, rocking you back and forth.

Your cries subsided at not only the sound of his voice, but the feeling of him speaking, the vibrations moving through his chest and to your ears.

"What is wrong, yawntu?"

You shut your eyes, letting your deepest thoughts come up and form words on your tongue.

"I can't do everything they ask of me. I cannot watch over my siblings and be a warrior and learn to live with Txonu. I can't even eat with him without wanting to pluck his eyes out, I don't like him." You sniffled.

Neteyam thought for a moment, "I'll take you back to the forest with me."

You smiled softly, allowing yourself to indulge in the fantasy.

"You can be my tsahik, I will be Olo'eyktan...nothing will bother us."

The image had been drawn in your mind, making you nostalgic for something you've never had. If only it were that simple, but you knew better, you knew that were to mate with Txonu, Neteyam and his family would venture back to the forest after the threat of the sky people was extinguished- and this was the better outcome. Your mind lets you wander, only for a moment, to the possibility that the Sully's may never leave, instead you'd be forced to watch Neteyam choose another Metkayina woman as his mate. You'd be forced to celebrate their union as Txonu drove the dagger further into your heart, approving the pair along with his tsahik's blessing.

Neteyam could tell what you were thinking is causing you great pain. The way your face dropped and eyebrows knitted together, he could tell it was nothing good and made it his mission to rid your mind of such awful thoughts.

"Come on." He said, moving you so he could stand up before grabbing your hands and pulling you up.

You grunted, "Where are we going?"

Neteyam smiled, "Our cove, feast is almost over, people will be out."

"No," You protested, pulling on his arm. "Our parents would drown us if they realize that we're missing. That we are both missing at the same time."

Neteyam inhaled before speaking, a feeling settling in his bones, energizing his recklessness that he had only become acquainted with after meeting you.

"I've never found anything worth the punishment...not until I found you."

You shook your head, "Nete-"

"No. I would follow you anywhere. My eyes blinded and hands tied, I'd follow you, oeyä yawntu."

Again, you found it difficult to form words as emotions crashed over you. Never had anyone spoken so passionately to you- your heart ached.

No words seemed to be enough, but Neteyam didn't need words as he led you to exit the reef.

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Neteyam tiptoed back into his family's marui, praying to Eywa that everyone was asleep and he could deal with a scolding in the morning.

"Have fun?"

Neteyam shut his eyes, his stomach dropping at the sound of his father's voice.

"Dad-sir. I am sorry, I was just talking to a friend." Neteyam tried to explain in a hushed tone, everyone else was sleeping.

Jake pursed his lips nodding, "I saw the look in your eyes."

"What look-"

"She's spoken for, boy. What do you think you're doing?" Jake spoke, volume rising slightly, voice strained.

Neteyam shook his head, "Dad, I-"

"How do you think this is going to end? It's not gonna be a happy ending, Neteyam." Jake pleaded, standing up to walk closer to his son.

Neteyam growled, turning away from his dad trying to wave him off and ignore the worries that gnawed at his insides now being voiced.

A lump formed in Neteyam's throat, a feeling of dread coating his heart. He turned back around to look at his dad, eyes now pooling with tears.

Jake was taken aback, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen Neteyam cry. In an effort to comfort his son, he put his hand to Neteyam's cheek, holding his face as his tears fell.

"I love her, dad. I see her. All of her. Everything she is, I see it." Neteyam choked out.

Another wave of tears fell from his amber eyes as his dad pulled him into his chest, holding him just like he would when he was a child.

Jake felt his heart break, "It's ok. It's ok. We' ll figure this out."

Neteyam gestured toward his heart, palm coming up to tap over his chest, "It feels like there are stones in my heart."

Arms tightened around Neteyam's frame, Jake sniffled at his kid's words, "I know. I wish I could fix this." He pulled away from the hug to face his son, "I wish I could take this pain away, son."

"The Great Mother wouldn't bring her into my life just to take her away." Neteyam mumbled

Surely, Eywa was not this cruel?

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What if Abby exaggerated during an argument with her girlfriend? (due to accumulated stress) both with words and an excessive tone of voice? how would she make up for it? <3

hold your tongue

Summary: After an unexpected run in with a figure from your past, your girlfriend has a slip of the tongue. But all is okay when she makes it up to you.

“I know you’re upset about it but it’s not like I even attempted to speak to her.” You reach for Abby’s hand and immediately she pulls away. This immediately makes you feel sick, as she’d never rejected your touch. She senses your unease and immediately curses herself for what she’d done.

“It’s not about that, it’s the fact that she even feels comfortable coming up to you when she knows we’re together, I don’t like that.” She doesn’t relent with her arguments. That’s how Abby was, she always thought she was right, no matter the circumstance.

The two of you had been out for lunch, enjoying your weekend off work. The serenity however was interrupted when your bitch of an ex-girlfriend not so politely interrupted. Making advances at you and so clearly flirting with you in-front of your girlfriend.

The two of them had gotten into a full blown argument in the middle of the restaurant after she’d told Abby she got herself a “nice piece of ass.” You’d managed to get Abby out of the restaurant before she ended up at the police station, as you knew she wasn’t one who let others disrespect you.

So here you were in her apartment, having the biggest argument you’d ever had in your 5 month long relationship. She’d never yelled at you like this and quite frankly you were growing more and more upset by the minute. “I can’t control what she does.”

You wiped your tears as you say it quietly, trying to de-escalate the screaming match as to not alarm her neighbours. She scoffs, “ You sure you weren’t making fuck me eyes across the restaurant or something?” Immediately she regrets her words when she sees your reaction. You felt your heart broke right there.

For her to insinuate you’d ever seek out unwanted attention made you feel sick. Immediately you rose off the couch, grabbing your bag to get out of here. She was frantic in her attempts to hold you back and stop you from leaving. A string of “please” and “I’m sorry” leave her mouth as she tries but fails to pull you away from the front door. You weren’t doing this.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve held my tongue and I know I’m in the wrong and I take full responsibility. Please just hear me out?” She holds you tightly as you stand outside her front door.

“Thanks for the apology, but I’m going to stay at mine tonight.” You mutter as she looks at you with a face of regret.

“Baby please, don’t do this. You always stay at mine.” You simply ignore her and make your way down her apartments corridor.

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Being in your apartment alone for the first time in weeks was odd. It felt cold, empty. The cushions of your couch weren't as comfortable as you remembered. Your mattress, despite having good sheets and a soft duvet, was hard. All of the little things, the pops, cracks, and creaks of the old building that you had once paid no mind to were suddenly impossible to ignore.

When you arrived home, you hopped in the shower to wash the day off of you and instantly changed into pajamas. You were just about to sit down on your firm sofa when there was a knock at your door. It startled you. You weren't expecting anyone and the sound alone made you shiver with anxiety.

Knock, knock, knock.

There it was again. Whoever it was had no plans of going away. You quietly made your way over to the door and turned the deadbolt before unlocking the bottom handle. For your own peace of mind you left the chain in place, pretending it would play a role in your safety if someone tried to force their way in.

Much to your surprise, when you peeked through the crack, there stood Abby. You closed the door to remove the chain and opened it fully.

She was holding a large brown paper bag with one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. You stood there quietly, letting your silence serve as the only thing you needed to say.

She took a deep breath and stared into your eyes.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said it and I regretted saying it, even in jest. I know I can't unring a bell and I did say it and I hurt you, which is something I never, ever want to do."

You crossed your arms, shifting in your spot.

"I'm not asking you to let me come in. I don't deserve that because I was a dick, but I wanted to bring you dinner and these flowers as an apology. I truly am very sorry and hope you can forgive me."

You gingerly took the bouquet from her, leaning in slightly to take in their pleasing scent.

“And the bag?" You nodded down to the brown paper bag in her hand.

"Pho with chicken, rice paper rolls, and brown sugar boba.”

"That's a lot of dinner for just me," You said, still not totally willing to let your guard down just yet.

"I was we could eat together, but I get it," Abby admitted, quietly.

You sighed deeply and looked up at her, chewing on your bottom lip.

"You can come in, but only on one condition."

She was hopeful. "Anything."

"No sex, because I'm still mad at you. You come in. We eat. We watch something and, if I decide to let you stay, we go right to sleep."

Abby nodded intently, more than willing to agree with your terms.

"Okay."

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Your soft moans echoed off the walls of your apartment as Abby’s tongue lavishly caressed your overworked clit, her lips closing around it gently as she began to suck again. Your legs felt like they'd never stop trembling. Your fingers were tangled in her hair as she stroked the outside of your thighs, gripping them tighter as she scooted you closer to her face. She’d already made you cum twice, but it never even occurred to her to stop. From her current position, you couldn't see her face. However, going by the squelching sounds coming from your needy cunt every time she worked her fingers in and out of you, you just knew Abby’s chin had to be drenched in your juices and she couldn't get enough. She spread you open, flattening her tongue and licking a wide wet stripe up your cunt. She lived to tease and taste you and her perfect mouth was fucking made for it. She circled her tongue around your entrance before flicking it over your clit and dipping it just barely inside of you.

"Oh my god, Abs."

Your fingers were tugging harder at her blonde locks. Abby replaced her tongue with two able fingers, returning her mouth to suck on your clit as she fucked them into you, your back was arching off the bed. You were panting, whimpering under her touch and begging for more.

She added a third finger, making you gasp loudly. You loved when she filled you up like this, loved seeing her head buried between your thighs. It thrilled you to know pleasing you and getting you off had Abby turned on. Every moan that escaped your lips made her rut against the bed. She wanted to be inside of you, needed to be, but wasn't willing to break the promise she made before you let her into the apartment.

You couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers were good, but you needed more.

"Abby, please fuck me." You were pleading, your aching pussy squeezing around her fingers.

She lifted up onto her knees, her eyes searching your face. "But you said...”

“Forget what I said.”