#I really wish people could swallow rocks

[pipermintz]

I feel like if humans swallowed rocks like birds do to help grind up food we'd have so much fun with it.

Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going "I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them"

and then all the comments would be like " girl 😭 😭 calcite dissolves in stomach acid!! Just use quartz if you want a pretty gastrolith like 💀"

[theminecraftbee]

"You know, I kind of get it now," Gem says to Impulse.

"What?" Impulse says. He's nervously playing with a frozen shard in his hands. Come on, Impulse, head into the dungeon, don't be shy, you can do it. Keep hyping yourself up, you didn't die horribly last time. Ugh, he wishes he were a little less into the game, or maybe more uncomplicatedly addicted, like Gem; it would make everything easier if he thought he could either just leave or play.

"I get it now!" Gem says. "Oh, stop debating if you'll go in like that, either do it or don't."

"I'm trying, Gem!"

"Yeah, but if you aren't gonna do it, I want a go."

"You used all your shards."

"In principle!" Gem says. "It's the principle! You wouldn't get it. You don't hang out here nearly as much as I do. You don't understand, understand the vibes." She sticks out her tongue at him for good measure.

"Well, inform me of the vibes, and maybe I'll work up the nerve," Impulse says.

"It's like--I get it now," she says. "When you were complaining earlier this season about Tango not going outside, I was like, aw man, you redstoners and your caves. I'm a sunshine girl. I like trees. And bloodshed."

"Don't see how those things are related but continue," Impulse says.

"I thought you were complaining because Tango is equally lame as you are about stuff like 'going outside' and 'talking to people who don't drag him into it'," Gem clarifies.

"I go outside!" Impulse says. "I go outside all the time! I ran a rebellion! I pranked you and Pearl! I yelled at Grian! I helped cover the perimeter! I have a whole island and a giant shop! I got a job with Scar! I even went through the Rift! I don't know what you want from me, here. It's not like I'm Tango. I did things that weren't my base from time to time."

"The lady doth protest too much," Gem says.

Impulse sighs. Gem laughs and hops into the air and squeezes herself into a gap between the walls near the entrance to the dungeon. Impulse has seen her in there a lot recently; it's almost like she's a gargoyle, or an inlaid relief for the dungeon. Weird thing to think about his friends, but--

"Besides," Gem continues. "Besides. I just said I get it now."

And something about that makes the hairs on Impulse's arm stand on-end.

"You get why we have to work so hard on circuit design?" Impulse asks hopefully.

"No, I don't get the redstone stuff, that's all still stupid nerd stuff," Gem says cheerfully.

"Jock," Impulse says.

Gem smirks meanly. "Script kiddie."

"Ow, that hurts. And it's not even true. Where did you even learn that one, you just admitted you hate that stuff!"

"Lady never tells her secrets," Gem says.

"Well, if you don't understand the redstone, what do you understand?" Impulse asks.

"Just--you really could stay in here forever, couldn't you? It'd be fun while you did it! I even built a tree and everything. Not much I have to leave for anymore, is there?"

Impulse swallows. Ah.

"Except when you run out of shards," he says, after a painful long several seconds in which there's a rock in his throat and he can't breathe and he has to try very hard to find an excuse to refute that.

"Yeah, except for that. Why did Tango have to go and limit how many times we can go in, huh? If I didn't get bored halfway through the week I think I could just move in!"

And Impulse--

Impulse thinks of Tango.

"Yeah," he says. He plays with the frozen shard in his hands. It feels very cold. "I wonder why."

"So? Are you gonna run or not? I want to mock you when you die," Gem says.

"...I might as well spend them all sooner rather than later," Impulse says, and he puts the shard in the barrel. His heart skips a beat as the door opens. Gem cheers. He shakes his whole body to shake off the conversation as he goes inside. It never does, after all, to try to run the dungeon while distracted.

[temis-de-leon]

Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 1

Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, fem!MC and high school crush! male! NES (MC x NES)

How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 2 , Part 3

Masterlist

CW: unrequited love, rejection, insecure demons, i refuse to let MC be a doormat, lesson 16 mentioned, my interpretations of the pacts, suggestive (kinda? i dont know), MC is down bad for NES, golden retriever NES, both MC and NES are in their 20s

There were two songs during the writing of this part: Rock Lobster and Girl With One Eye; do with that information what you will

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Diavolo liked NES. What a fine addition to the program he was! Invested in his studies, clearly interested in the new world he had been suddenly thrown to and cooperative as an advisor whenever MC was occupied with other matters. Charismatic, polite and respectful, still acting with naiveness, but quickly adapting to his surroundings.

No wonder MC used to be in love with him.

That was a surprise for everyone, although he’d be lying if he said it was a pleasant one. Solomon had laughed at the turn of events, stating how lucky MC was finding NES years later. In hell, no less! And while that made everything easier in terms of getting to know the Devildom from a familiar face, seeing MC smile with that bashfulness whenever she crossed paths with NES wasn’t something none of them were keen on. 

Sending him to Purgatory Hall despite MC’s protests was the obvious choice. The House of Lamentation was already crowded and having MC share her room was both unnecessary and unfair; at least, that’s what Lucifer said.

Both of the angels’ and Solomon’s reports were as positive as they could be. Luke thoroughly enjoyed baking with him, Simeon described his company as delightful and the sorcerer was ecstatic when he announced that NES tried every single one of his dishes, which just proved his bravery and resilience. 

Diavolo liked NES, yes, but he’d like him even more if MC liked him a little less.

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“So those are pacts?”

MC stared at NES, mouth dry and words stuck in her throat. She needed to blink, but she didn’t know how to do that without looking weird. Of course NES’s eyes had to look like that under the light of the fireplace. 

“MC?”

“Yes?”

He laughed and her heart skipped a beat. There wasn’t an ounce of malice in his voice, making her wish his soft smile was born out of the intimate bubble encasing them. If she focused enough, she could swear NES had a blush in his cheeks. If only that wasn’t due to the heat.

“The pacts, MC”

“Oh, yeah”

Could the earth swallow her if she was already in hell?

“They’re bonds I share with the brothers. Kinda like��”

She didn’t know what to say then. That she could command the brothers and they had no other choice but to obey her? He'd discover the true meaning of the pacts if he asked the right people, mainly Solomon, but it still seemed like a fact too vulnerable to share.

“It means she’s part of the family” a voice behind them intervened. “That she belongs with us”

MC jumped and turned around at lightning speed, drowning in embarrassment at the realization that she’d completely forgotten about Satan’s presence in the library. However, something in his words irked her mind. Did he want to say that? Or rather that she belonged to them?

“That’s nice, right?” 

She looked at NES, who was smiling despite the heavy silence in the air. Satan scoffed, no doubt in a mocking tone, and MC wondered with sudden ire how far she could go.

“Well, these are just two of them”

Mammon’s, covering the tip of her fingers in pure black with golden swirls; and Beel’s, dripping out of her mouth down the length of her throat.

“And where are the others? They look really cool!”

“Come closer, I’ll show you Satan’s”

Said demon snapped his book close, turning around with glaring eyes. MC ignored him and opened her mouth, letting herself enjoy NES’s presence so close to her body. There was ink in her tongue, drawing hard edges in the shape of a very elaborated arrow. NES stared at it in amazement, unconsciously grabbing MC’s chin and moving it side to side, up and down, to admire the tattoo better.

“Do you want to see the others?”

NES took his hand away, discreetly looking at Satan out of the corner of his eye.

“Would you…?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary” 

The blond glared at them and MC stared him down with a silent warning.

“I don’t think that’s your decision to make”

The tension was thick once again and MC sighed when NES looked away in awkwardness, but she couldn’t let Satan spoil what she wanted to be a nice date.

“Come with me to my room, NES, I’ll show you the rest of them”

He didn’t need any reassurance, taking his DDD and MC’s blanket with him before following her out of the room. 

The fireplace was still lit, but Satan felt unusually cold. 

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“She invited him to her room?!” Asmo clutched his chest before covering his annoyance in fake saccharine words. “How daring!”

“Lucifer will be furious!” cried Levi trying not to drop his DDD in his drink, finally letting it rest on the table and keeping his trembling hands inside his pockets.

“Why didn’t you stop them?” 

Satan looked at Mammon in disbelief, sneering at his brother’s furious expression. 

“Do you really think I didn’t want to? She wasn’t exactly happy with me at the moment!”

“Well, no wonder! You cock-blocked her!” 

Levi screeched at Asmo with a horrified look in his face, tears already in his eyes and fingers fidgeting with his jacket’s zipper.

“She’s raising their intimacy levels at ultimate speed! She’s taking the shortcut! There’s no way a yucky disgusting otaku could compete with that!”

Asmo rolled his eyes, patting the sobering demon’s back.

“None of us can compete with that, Levi”

Everyone looked at Mammon in surprise, but he was staring at his fingers, completely defeated. 

“As much as it pains me to say this, Mammon is right”

“Oi! Have some respect for your older brother!”

“Shut up, you moron! I’m taking your side” speaked Asmo once again. He sighed and crossed his arms, hugging himself with sadness. “MC already made her choice. The only thing we can do is slow the process”

“Then we’ll do that”

Satan seemed determined, rejecting Mammon’s supporting touch when he leaned over his chair to grasp his arm. He got up and started to grab his things, stopping only when he heard Levi’s nervous voice.

“She’s already mad at you, Satan. Like… bosslike mad at you.”

“Do you really want to risk that?”

He refused to meet his brothers’ eyes, nor their fear, their empathy or their dejectedness. Without saying another word, he stepped out of Café Lament and set foot to the House of Lamentation.

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MC loved the brothers. They’d become family, even with the death threats, the broken wall and the murder. They knew what she liked to do and eat and wear and they were more than happy to indulge in her wishes. 

But if they interrupted her time with NES one more time, so help me God, she’d give Hell a whole new meaning.

First it was Satan, sitting next to her in every class and cutting every attempt at a conversation with NES short in the name of a proper education. Then followed Belphie, who slept on the floor by her bedroom door, locking her inside and forcing her to jump out of the window, which gave everyone a heart attack. 

Lucifer mildly scolded them for that, stating himself above the poor behavior they were displaying, but still found multiple reasons for MC to be in his office for hours on end. Same as Levi, who pulled three all-nighters in a row and left her half-dead for a week. 

Mammon and Beel had been more subtle, both inviting her to movie nights, cooking sessions and shopping sprees. She only put a stop to all of the nonsense when Mammon tried to intercept her when she was on her way to a date with NES, excusing himself with a poor idiotic story about some angry witches. 

Strangely, the only one not to have a stupid scheme against her crush was Asmo. She almost expected him to be the most obvious about it, but nothing happened. He still did her nails and he helped her choose her outfits whenever she had a date with NES, albeit with a harsher critical attitude. 

He quickly became the nicest one to be around and she had no qualms in saying so.

“Oh, MC! You always know how to make me happy!”

“But it is true! I don’t know what’s wrong with the others! They’ve been acting so weird…”

Asmo stopped rummaging through her closet, turning around to look at her with an unamused expression. He looked tired.

“Honey… Surely you know. You must know”

They stayed in silence for a few seconds, both knowing that MC knew what he was talking about. All seven brothers had been interested in her to some extent, claiming ownership over her soul on more than one occasion, and this was the first time she’d rejected all those statements in such an obvious way. 

“We miss you, MC” 

Not the whole truth, but something neither of them could deny. 

“I miss you too”, she assured him. 

She could’ve left it at that, ending the raw, vulnerable talk in a positive tone. Alas, things weren’t always that easy. 

“But I like him. So, so much”

MC didn’t want to cry, but she was close. The dejection in Asmo’s eyes lasted long enough for her to almost regret knowing NES for so many years. In the end, he hid himself amongst her pile of clothes and continued looking for a good outfit.

“I’ll find time for you, I swear. For all of you”

Asmo nodded without looking at her, ending the conversation when he threw some clothes in her direction and waited for the mandatory catwalk. 

It wouldn’t be enough, but it was the best the brothers could ever get. After all, if someone deserved to be happy and in love, it was her.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hii you dont have to do this but can i request a part 3 to ethan x camgirl where they start talking and meet up. Thanks🫶

The ending kind of sucks, but it's already 1.8k and I'm tired of writing this fic so I'm posting anyway

Warnings: 18+, smut, p + v, virgin!Ethan

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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What were the odds that you and Ethan both lived in New York? You didn’t attend the same college — he was at Blackmore and you at NYU —, but it was still a damn good coincidence. It was also almost unbelievable that you never bumped into each other when you visited friends at Blackmore.  

After weeks of messaging back and forth — a few late night sexting sessions —, you decided to finally meet in person. It was nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time.  You couldn’t wait to see those sweet dimples and bambi eyes…and kiss the hell out of him. 

When Ethan got to the party, he felt dumb for asking you to meet him there because these frat houses were always jam-packed with people, but you were already on your way. It was too late to change the plans.

He stood in the room, deep brown eyes glancing around at the sea of faces, trying to spot someone who matched the beautiful girl he saw through his screen. What he hadn’t thought of was that looking for someone at a part could be like searching for a needle in a haystack. 

‘’Ethan!’’ Chad called out, walking up to his roommate with a red rub in his left hand. ‘’We’re missing a player for beer-pong, you in?’’ 

Chad must be truly desperate to ask him to be his beer-pong partner because he knew how terrible he was at the game. 

‘’Sorry, but I have to decline,’’ Ethan said. ‘’I’m waiting for someone.’’ 

A teasing smirk curled at Chad’s mouth. ‘’Someone, uh? You mean a girl.’’

Ethan rolled his eyes, fighting the blush on his face. ‘’Shut up.’’ 

The night went on, the frat party roaring with energy, and he finally spotted you in the midst of the crowd. You had on more clothes than he was used to seeing on you, but you still looked gorgeous — you always did. 

He made his way over to you, a shy smile drawing on his face as he got closer. 

You pulled Ethan into a greeting hug, feeling like you were past formal greetings. He saw you stuff your fingers in your cunt as you moaned his name, shaking his hand would feel strange. 

‘’You smell good,’’ Ethan said, your sweet perfume enveloping him, a nice change from the strong weed odor that filled the living area. 

You chuckled. ‘’Thanks.’’ You pulled back and raised your eyes. ‘’I didn’t expect you to be this tall,’’ you remarked in turn, surprised by Ethan’s height. 

Being around you felt surreal to Ethan. He had to pinch himself a few times to make sure he wasn’t in one of his wet dreams. But you were really there, sitting beside him on the couch, your knee brushing his leg every time you laughed. 

‘’You okay?’’ you asked, noticing Ethan shifting in his seat. 

‘’All is good,’’ he lied, his face forcing a smile. 

‘’You sure? We can go and get some air if you want.’’ 

‘’I don’t need air, it’s just— I don’t want you to think I wanted us to meet so I could use you for sex, but my dick has been rock hard since that hug and it’s getting really uncomfortable.’’

You looked down to see the tent in his pants and laughed softly. ‘’Why didn’t you say so?’’

‘’Because it’s embarrassing...’’ he mumbled, wishing the couch would swallow him.

Leaning closer, you said quietly. ‘’Would it be less embarrassing if I said I’ve been dying to leave and have you to myself?’’ 

No other words were spoken. Ethan just stood and you grabbed his arm as he guided you through the bodies of partygoers. He kept his head down and smiled at the ground, the feeling of your hand curling around his bicep sending butterflies in his stomach. If a simple touch ignited this kind of reaction from him, what would happen when your hands will be touching lower on his body?

The walk to Ethan’s dorm felt like a thousand miles away. The chilly night air nipped at your bare legs as you strolled through the dimly lit campus pathways, holding on to his arm the whole way. You couldn't wait to be inside and finally kiss him.

You barely made it inside the building lobby that you had pulled Ethan down by the front of his polo shirt and captured his lips with your own. He gasped against your mouth in surprise, not expecting that kiss, but quickly recovered and kissed back until he was out of breath. 

Grabbing his hand again, you hurriedly took the stairs to the third floor — as instructed —, and watched with amusement Ethan unlocking and shutting the door with a clumsy eagerness. 

‘’Come here, pretty boy,’’ you said, pulling Ethan down and kissing him again, gentle but deep. 

You could kiss him all night and never get tired, but the elephant in the room was nudging at your thigh and you just had to give it some attention. Without disconnecting the kiss, your hand wandered south down Ethan’s body, pausing right over the lump in his jeans. He let out a strangled moan at the contact, and it made you smile into the kiss.

‘’Should we take care of that?’’ you asked, dragging your mouth to his jaw while you rubbed him over his jeans,  touching him where nobody's ever touched him before, where he'd only dreamed of you touching him. 

Ethan’s head tilted back and you only saw it as an opportunity to kiss a line down the side of the neck, adding to the new sensations. You kept on stroking him slow and long until he couldn’t take it anymore, pleading once again. 

He peeled off his jacket, leaving it in a lump on the floor while you did the same with your sweater, leaving you in your lacy bra. You had picked it meticulously, hoping Ethan would be the one to take it off you tonight. 

‘’Fuck, you're gorgeous,’’ he murmured to himself, watching you closely.

You pulled at his polo shirt, and when he raised his arms to discard it, you looked at him appreciatively. He was hiding so many good things underneath those preppy clothes. You ran your hands along his chest, the smooth muscles that spread across his stomach and his chest and his arms. 

‘’You’re not bad either,’’ you replied, triggering a light blush on his cheeks. 

The rest of your clothes came off in a disordered fashion, trying to get naked as fast as possible. Once the goal was reached and everything was on the floor on the chair, you glanced down and smirked, admiring what you had only ever seen through a screen. Big enough to make you feel full, and pink and leaking at the tip.

‘’Looks even better in person than on camera.’’ You wanted to kiss it, but instead wrapped your fist around his cock, slowly going in up and down motions. Moans and pleas fell from his plush lips, causing more pre-cum to leak from the tip. ‘’Please what, baby?’’ you asked, gently caressing the line of his happy trail with your other hand. ‘’Just tell me what you want.’’

‘’I want you.’’

You leaned in to kiss him again, and this time the kiss was hungry as you guided him back to what you assumed was his bed — the letterman jacket on the other bed gave it away. You moved back and brought Ethan down with you as you lied on the typical college boy dark blue sheets. Some curls were falling in his face, reminding you of the shy boy you met months ago during a private session. 

You tucked his hair behind his ear, smiling softly at him. ‘’How do you want me?’’ 

On top. 

Connecting your lips for a quick kiss, you then grabbed a condom — which he had bought for the occasion — and switched positions so you were straddling him. Pushing up on your knees, you gripped the base of his cock and lined him up with your entrance. You could tell that Ethan was nervous, his breathing pattern faster than a few minutes ago. 

‘’It's okay. I got you.’’

You pressed gently, the tip barely sliding in, making Ethan grab the sheets and throw his head back from the overwhelming rush of new sensations. Slowly, you sank down onto him, inch by inch until he was all the way inside of you, and sighed. He felt so much better than you imagined. 

Ethan’s grip on the sheets tightened as a long moan drew from his mouth. ‘’Fuck, that feels good,’’ he whispered, his eyes still shut, scared that if he open them and see you sitting on his cock he’ll burst.

Taking a small pause to adjust, you tilted his face down to yours and leaned down, capturing his lips with your own as your breasts pressed against his chest. His eyes snapped open, only to close again and release the sheets to run his hands everywhere he could reach on your body. 

Once it was comfortable enough, you started moving your hips the same way you often did in your videos. Except this time, it wasn’t a dildo. 

Ethan groaned, squeezing your thigh and moving his other hand to your chest as you moved on top of him. He cupped your breast, and then tentatively squeezed your nipple. It sent a bolt of need through your core, settling right between your legs.

‘’Do that again, baby,’’ you encouraged, and moved your hips again, a long languid movement. ‘’You can be rougher.’’ You gasped, pressing your fingers over his, pinching and twisting your nipple the way you liked. It hurt in the best way. 

You continued moving your hips as Ethan played with your body, his mouth soon replacing his hands on your nipple, causing more mewls to ripple through. 

It wasn't long until Ethan began getting sloppy and whiny, silently letting you know he was close. Virgin men didn't last long — you knew —, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use your own hand to speed your orgasm instead of making Ethan feel bad for finishing fast. 

You rubbed at your clit until you started to feel that coil tightening in your belly, getting close to the edge and, by some miracle, successfully reached your high closely together, echoes of your pleasure mixing as you clenched around Ethan’s spurting cock and milked him. 

When you were finished, you rolled off him, falling back on the mattress. You should get up and go pee, but Ethan curled up next to you after disposing of the condom, wrapping an arm around your middle and you didn't want to get up yet. He pressed his face against your soft breasts, a beaming smile on his lips as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. 

‘’I’m really happy I spent my dad’s money on that private session.’’

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[hitomisuzuya]

Can I request a soft smut with Scara? In a situation where they are celebrating their first Christmas together, a little wine here or hot chocolate, snow and that Christmas stuff haha

I wish you feel better

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft smut. Soft, sweet Scara.

I myself am having some wine while I write this😌Soft smut is perfect for these Christmas asks. I hope everyone is having a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

Scaramouche really didn't care to celebrate these silly holidays until he started dating you. Christmas it seemed was one of the deeper holidays that had extra meaning to people.

And spending that first Christmas with you made him understand that.

He insisted on spending it with you, and you alone, stating such complete with trademark arm cross and everything. You were the only that he cared about in general, so it was only natural he selfishly want you to himself on Christmas.

You were finishing your third glass of wine, looking impossibly cute slightly glassy eyed from the effects of the wine. Scaramouche himself was feeling the wine as he captured your lips in a kiss.

Everything else could be forgotten, all he wanted was to get lost in you. It didn't take long for soft kisses to graduate to open mouthed, passionate ones.

He took his lips off of yours long enough for him to say, "You are so fucking beautiful," before he was kissing you again, making you melt as his tongue explored your mouth.

After insisting that he be the one to take off your clothes, it wasn't long before he had you on your back, naked with the glow of the Christmas tree light illuminating off your soft skin.

Your body moved into his touches, his fingers caressing and gliding over your body. You were always something delicate to be handled with care. He added his lips behind his touches, pressing soft kisses in their wake.

Scaramouche's passionate ministrations were making your body ache for him. You eagerly met everyone of his kisses halfway, his mouth swallowing your moans.

He took his time gently sucking your nipples to harden, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nubs. His fingers rubbed and glided between your wet folds, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your throbbing clit.

You rested your forehead against his when he brought his head of his cock against your entrance. "Scara, you can give me one more gift," You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"And what would that be," He asked in a shaky tone, pressing the head of his leaking cock against your clit. You kissed him again, gently nipping at his lower lip. Your warm breath fanned over his ear as you put your lips close to it, "Cum inside of me."

That was all the encouragement Scaramouche needed. He let out a long moan, his body quivering as his cock slipped into your wet warmth. He let you adjust to size before picking up a slow, soft pace.

Your hips rocked up to meet his thrusts, every pleasureable nerve ending in your body was tingling to life as his cock kissed into your sweet spot. Your walls clamped and clenched around his cock, driving his desire make you feel every ounce of passion he felt for you.

"Say it," Scaramouche moaned, his hips suddenly snapping into yours in a fit of frenzied bliss. "Please say it," He reached down to rub your clit, making louder moans mingle with his.

You know exactly what he wanted to hear. "I love you, Scara. I love you so much," You managed to say, kissing him again. He cock nudged into your sweet spot just right in that moment, making your orgasm hit you.

Scaramouche let out a low groan, holding you against him as you shook from the intensity of your orgasm, stroking a hand through your hair. He wanted you to cum first. He didn't stop thrusting even after his cum spilled inside of you.

He was way too lost in you.

[tainted-scholar]

Rewatching Treasure Planet (great movie, watch it) made realize something about the way that stories convey information to their audiences. There's been a lot of discussion on the overuse of plot twists and how many stories prioritise surprising their audience over telling decent stories. However, if you instead reveal the "twist" to the audience before it becomes known to the characters, you can build tension and stakes. Treasure Planet comes right out and tells you that Long John Silver is the main villain almost immediately after his introduction (And even before he's introduced we're warned about a cyborg, so you'd have to be pretty dense to not put 2 and 2 together and realize he's a bad guy). So when the audience watches him and Jim bond and grow closer, it builds tension for when Jim finds out and it highlights the tragedy of their friendship, because we all know it's not going to end well. Then, after the truth is revealed, stakes are created because we want the friendship between Jim and Silver to be repaired, because we know it was real, but we don't know if can be after what Silver's done. And all of this would have been lost if Silver's true nature had been a cheap plot twist. The tragedy would be completely overshadowed by the surprise and betrayal, and any investment in their relationship would have been built on the false impression that Silver was a good guy.

Another good example of this is Titanic. Even if you were somehow ignorant of the ship's sinking, the film makes sure you know that it sank with its framing device of Old Rose telling her story to people salvaging the Titanic's wreak. And Titanic's plot structure could only possibly work if you know the ship is going to sink. I'm not just talking about building tension, tragedy, and stakes for the characters like with the above example, I mean that if you didn't know that the Titanic was going down walking into the film, the abrupt shift from romance to suspense-disaster would be an increadibly tough pill to swallow. But it works because we expect it. You don't walk into a film called Titanic without expecting the damn boat to sink.

However, the sad thing about both of these examples, is that despite all the benefits that came from telling the audience these things ahead of time, I think the main reason the creators didn't make them plot twists was because they couldn't have. Treasure Island is the single most influential piece of pirate media out there, and you'd have to have been living under a rock for over a century to not know the Titanic sank. So, the writers had to work around the fact that these important turning points in the narratives were common knowledge, and they wound creating incredible stories as a consequence.

I want to see more of this style of writing in stories where the writers aren't forced to do it. We've clearly seen that you can tell some really damn good stories by giving information to the audience before the characters learn it, and I just wish more works would do that instead of trying to surprise people with shocking twists.

[sqirtle]

Hello! Your isat siblings au is very good and now has me wondering about how stuff like Sif's wish might play out differently since they're not so horribly isolated. How do they end up thinking about discovering that they're an Islander if they've grown up more constantly reminded of their memory problems (the people who taught him vaugardian are people he's still living and traveling with)?

Unrelated but brain still whirring, do you think the way Sif and Bonny end up joining the party would end up looking different?

i explained the islander thing a few asks ago, but its because nille noticed they were! nille was also a teen when the island dissapeared, and, in the game, shes the one who taught bonnie how big of a deal it was! so of course she'd know. she's from the northern coast, after all :3 (im still figuring out sif's wish btw)

about how they meet the party, though! i was writing that scene just a few days ago, so i'll put that under a readmore :3

"It's fine, we're fine, Bug-"

Bonnie pushed weakly at Siffrin's arms, a pout in their face, "You keep saying that, but you look like crab, Frin."

The cloaked one sighed, "Language."

Bonnie huffed. Siffrin smiled.

He stared at the road ahead, and fixed Bonnie's position so they wouldn't fall, and continued walking.

It had been days (weeks? close to a month? he'd lost count and despite all of his "progress" he still couldn't bring himself to ask Bonnie for help with this one) since they'd had to run from Bambouche, and while he liked to think himself a capable adult, the sudden change to traveling on his own after living comfortably with Nille and Bonnie for almost a decade, now, had thrown them for a loop.

They were hungry, tired, and stressed. He had managed to keep Bonnie fed well enough, but he didn't risk staying anywhere for too long, fearing the curse catching up to them.

Catching up to him, and leaving Bonnie alone, like it had caught up to Nille. Catching up to Bonnie-

He tried not to think too hard.

His legs shook with every step. Bonnie was not too heavy for them to carry, of course not, but they were exhausted.

He set them down.

“Frin?” Bonnie asked, tilting their head.

“Break time.” He stated, slumping down next to them.

Bonnie nodded easily, laying their head on his shoulder, “Do you think.. that we will find a clean town?”

Clean town, dirty town… That’s how they’d taken to differentiating curse affected towns from normal ones. Bonnie had come up with it.

They were yet to find a clean town.

“Maybe. But only after tomorrow, Bug.” There was no use promising a certain date, but wording it like that was kinder, he thought.

“You think so?”

Siffrin smiled. “Yeah, for sure, Bon.”

He'd just had to make sure to word it differently, next time.

Then, suddenly, out of the corner of their eye...

They rested there for a few minutes. The forest was not quiet, as wind was picking up, making the leaves rustle loudly.

A sadness. Paper type, by the looks of it.

They hurried to stand so they could pick Bonnie and run, but…

Three people were fighting it.

Well.. fighting it seemed like a stretch. It looked like they were struggling against it, in Siffrin's personal opinion.

Really struggling. One of them was K.O.’d, the other looked like a rock type, and the other…

He swallowed. He looked at Bonnie, who was dozing off in his arms, and made a decision.

"Bon, hey," he nudged them, and they turned to him, "Stay here for a sec, I will be right back, okay?"

Bonnie blinked, and nodded, their eyes full of trust.

Siffrin smiled, patted their shoulder.

Then, he lunged forward.

"AH!!" One of the strangers exclaimed, and fell back in surprise. He ignored him, and attacked the sadness with their favorite attack, and exclaimed:

"Knife to meet you!" as they attacked.

He fell on his feet, the sadness poofing behind him, and he huffed a shaky breath. He then turned to the strangers, an easy smile on his face, "Hello," he waved.

They stared silently for a few seconds.

The one in the middle- a girl- smiled wide, and reached forward to grab their hand, "Hello! Thank you so much for your help!" She beamed.

Siffrin jolted a bit from the sudden contact, but smiled back, "It was, uh, it was no problem!"

One of the other two who were hanging back, an older lady, nodded along, "Yes, thank you." She said, looking out of breath, "That sadness..."

"Was tough! Really tough!" The other person exclaimed, "I could barely get a hit in!"

"Good thing I took it by surprise then-" Siffrin said, turning back his head to look for Bonnie, "I- nice to meet you, really, but-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" The girl said, not letting go of his hand, "Quest! We're on a quest, to stop the king's curse!!"

Siffrin turned back to her quickly at that, "The... curse? Like the freezing?"

"Yes!" She beamed, "And you seem strong! Won't you join us?"

Siffrin blinked, gaping a little, "Me?"

"Yes, you!" The girl insisted.

"I-" They paused, thinking. If they could help them... then, Nille...

"Okay, I'll help!" He said resolutely.

The man behind the girl put a hand on her shoulder, "Mira! Won't you introduce us?" 

She blushed, "Right! I'm Mirabelle, I'm immune to the King's curse! He," She pointed to the man, "Is Isabeau, and she," She pointed to the lady who was still catching her breath, "Is Madame Odile! What's your name?"

Siffrin smiled, "I'm Siffrin- and I have my little sibling with me back there," He pointed back to the bushes with his thumb, and took a step back, "I'll uh, be right back?"

Mirabelle's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Oh! Oh, uh! Sure!"

He quickly ran back to his sibling, trying to calm his still racing heart, "Bonnie, you can come out now." He said, pushing aside a bush.

Bonnie's head popped up behind it, "Was that a sadness?" They asked, "I heard people. Did we find a town?"

Siffrin ruffled their hair, making them groan playfully, "No, but I did find some nice people who say they're gonna stop the freezing."

Bonnie stood up, surprised, "REALLY?"

He smiled, "Yes, really! They want us to tag along, what do you think?" He asked gently, already knowing the answer.

"CRAB YEAH!" Bonnie exclaimed, excited, "Nille- she- she's gonna be okay!!!" They smiled a toothy grin, relieved.

Siffrin nodded, patting their shoulder, "Yeah, yeah."

He took their hand in theirs, and walked back to Mirabelle's party. They ignored how tired they felt, and gave everyone a easy smile.

Chin up, Siffrin. You've got a sister to save.

[avatarl0v3r]

NeteyamxFem!HumanReader Reincarnated part 1

Requested: Yes

Index: The readers parents were killed in the war between the sky people and the Na'vi they fought with the Na'vi the reader was trained to fight and survive by Jake she ended getting close to the Sully kids years later both her and the Sully family had to leave and find someone to stay to protect the clan from the next threat. Warnings: Character death, lots of angst, and cussing

"Go!" You say sternly turning to face Lo'ak, and Neteyam they both jumped into the water you following after shortly while being shot at.

As you come up for air you feel a sharp pain throughout your whole body mainly your chest Lo'ak and Neteyam are on the ilu Tisreya hanging on "You both are idiots you know that" You say your voice strained Tisreya looks at you her eyes widening at the sight "Y/n" Shock lasing her words.

Neteyam looks over "Shit" He pushed Lo'ak off the ilu and swam to you and grabbed you with Tisreyas help lifting you onto the ilu with him he rode away to a rock where he seen his dad.

"Dad, Dad its Y/n shes been shot," He helped lift you up with his dads help "watch her head" He kept repeating.

When you were laid down on the rock he jumped out the water and came and sat by your side holding your hand Jake lifted you a bit to see how deep the wound was "Fuck" He said laying you back down everyone was now next to you he grabbed Neteyams hands "Pressure! apply pressure" Neteyam put pressure on your wound you hissed in pain.

Neytiri showed up and seen you on the ground she jogged over and got on her knees worried about losing you.

"We're losing her!" You reach and grab Neteyams hand "Neteyam," you struggle to get air into your lungs as you try to finish your sentence "i-" Your gripped loosened completely Neytiri started to scream and cry uncontrollably Neteyam started to cry begging for you to come back.

Jake tried calming them down "Our work here isn't done, i need you back" He said as he grabbed Neytiri's face he then looked at Neteyam "Where are your sisters," he only looked at him "i said where are your sisters" He looked at the ship "On the ship" Jake and Neytiri went to go find their daughters leaving Neteyam with you.

Back at the village that night

Neteyam was swimming next to your body as it lay in a large leaf he watched as you body floated to the bottom of the sea "Mother always said all energy was borrowed and one day must be returned I guess this is what she meant"

Neteyam didn't have any reaction as he watched your body be swallowed by the sea later that night Tisreya took him to the tree of life he attached his queue and closed his eyes.

Neteyam opened his eyes to see you standing there where the two of you always sparred Neteyam ran to you and hugged you tightly not letting go "Neteyam you can not longer see me at the tree of life again" He looked at you confused by your words "I wish I could join you, but this will have to be enough" He grabbed your hand looking into your eyes "What do you mean? Cant I just see you again?".

You shook your head in response "Maybe in another life we'll meet again" Neteyam shook his head "And what if we don't" You smiled "We've met before, and we'll meet again in another life."

The present

10 year old you sits up in your bed sweating and crying the "nightmare" didn't scare you it never has it feels more like deja vu as if that had really happen you turned and laid back in your bed covering up.

The next morning you seen your friend Rebecca "Becca, i had that dream again the one about the blue aliens and humans at war" Rebecca looks at you interest in her eyes "Ouu was that boy in it again" You rolled your eyes and laughed at her "We both want to be in the military so who knows maybe those blue alien things are real and maybe one day we'll get to go to Pandora" you smiling at the end.

I love this request and there will be parts to this story and time skips.

Everyone that commented on this i will tag in the next part it’ll be posted at 1 am EST

THESE ARE THE OUTFITS SHE WEARS

i own non of these photos

HUMAN: AVATAR:

[enhaheeseung]

Sicko - lee. Heeseung

♡ Pairing: pervert heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings!: smut, male masturbation, use of sex toys, eavesdropping. Proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: I think I went too far this time.

WC : 2,610

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Lee heeseung was an ordinary college student going through life as any other person would.

And a good person without a doubt, Anyone who met him had nothing but good things to say about him. His grades were above average, so were his looks, and in everyone's eyes, he was the definition of perfect.

He’s the type of guy you'd let date your daughter. So sweet, caring, and considerate, you'd think he was an angel cause he had absolutely zero flaws.

The true definition of a gentleman.

But though all the above was true word for word, he did have just one flaw.

A big one at that.

Thanks to you, he had one flaw or maybe multiple flaws but nevertheless, a flaw it was.

A flaw that would muddy up his perfect reputation and make people look at him differently.

It all started when you became his roommate the first day he laid his eyes on you. It turned his world upside down and his mind into a lust filled raging mess.

And the thing was, you did absolutely nothing to make him feel all the unholy things he felt when it came to you.

It was all him.

You didn't flirt with him. You didn't wear revealing clothes.

As a matter of fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say you didn't even know he existed, but he definitely noticed your existence.

And he didn't just notice you. He watched you all the time.

He'd wake up early just so he could see you leave your room in your sleep shorts. He loved looking at your smooth sexy legs stride into the kitchen, and he lived to watch you reach the top cabinet for the cereal box (that he put there on purpose) just to get a small flash of your torso and lower back. The sight never failed to make his cock throb.

The whole while you ate breakfast, he watched you from the living room, slyly palming his hard-on through his pajamas.

He's never been so jealous of a spoon before. He hated that spoon with a passion.

That should be my cock in her mouth instead of that stupid spoon. He thought to himself.

And oddly enough, he was just as envious of the cereal he wished you'd slurp on his dick just like that.

And last but not least. He despised the milk he had a better white that you could swallow.

When you stood up, so did he. He took quick steps to the kitchen, pretending he was grabbing a bowl, but it was really just so he could walk past you.

Instead of going around the table, he made it a point to squeeze by you as he shamelessly grazed your ass with his boner.

"Sorry," he mutters with a shy half smile.

He was not sorry one bit, to say the least.

"You're good," you reply innocently, completely oblivious and unaware of what he had just done.

"I'm more than good." He whispers to himself. Biting his lip as he watched you walk back to your room.

He waited till the coast was clear to grab the spoon you used out of the sink and didn't think twice before sticking it inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it until it was completely clean. "Y/n," he groans breathlessly while closing his eyes, relishing in the idea that your saliva was dancing on his tongue. At this point, his erection was almost painful. He was as hard as a rock, and he knew nothing would make it go away until he released to the thought of you.

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The rest of the day he spent locked in his room, searching online for toys to pleasure himself with. One thing certainly caught his eye.

A sex doll, and before he knew it, he was clicking the buy now option.

But in the meantime, his right hand would have to do.

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Late at night, you decide to leave your room and watch a movie. Everything you did was usually at night to avoid heeseung, not cause you didn't want to be around him, but it was just awkward, so unbelievably awkward, especially when you felt his eyes on you 24/7. He always looked like he wanted something but every time you looked in his direction, he snapped his head away from you, pretending he was doing anything but staring at you.

Finally, after weeks he said something. Even though it was just a small “sorry” when he bumped into you, it was still something.

Maybe he was just shy.

You decided to invite him to watch the movie with you, hoping you could build some type of relationship with him. He seemed nice enough.

He was always polite around you. Whenever he ordered food, he asked if you wanted anything, and he didn't even ask you to pay. He always let you use the shower first when you both bumped into each other's schedules, and he even bought you a cute little elephant plushie as a welcoming gift.

But lately, he's just been very quiet, and you thought you were the reason why (well, you were but not for the reason you thought.) So you were going to step out of your comfort zone to see if you could get him to at least talk and leave his room for more than ten minutes.

You went to knock on his door, but before you could, you heard a strange sound causing you to stop mid-way through your knock.

You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

And you wished you hadn't.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the sound you heard sounded pained, but apparently, you mistook his sounds of pleasure for pain.

Heeseung was just nearing his end. Little did he know you were outside his door to hear it all. "Fuck," he moaned, pressing his head into his pillows while raising his hips to fuck up into his right hand.

Just a little bit more, he thought as he continued to buck his hips off his mattress. He imagined his hand was your pussy instead, but he knew your pussy would feel so much better wrapped around his cock than his hand, so much warmer, so much tighter, and so so much wetter.

His moans increased in pitch, and soon after, long hot white ropes of cum painted his hand and stomach. "Oh, shit," he whimpered while his legs shook and his toes curled from the absolute bliss that ravished his whole entire body.

He took short breaths as he continued to play with himself, stroking out his last few droplets of cum.

After he came down from his state of bliss, he felt nasty. His body was covered in sweat and cum, and his sheets were soaked. He huffed out a shallow breath before getting up to take a shower.

The sounds had died down, but you were still outside his door, completely mortified by what you heard. Your hand was still in mid-knock when he twisted his door knob revealing you.

His face morphed into confusion. He wondered why you'd be in front of his door and especially this late at night. Technically it wasn't late for you. You were always up at this time. He just didn't know it, and that's why when he opened his door, he was shirtless with a black towel hung loosely around his hips.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers for god only knows what reason probably caused he felt like you had caught him.

Which you did. But you weren’t going to let him know that, especially cause you stayed to listen.

"I was just gonna see if you were awake. I'm watching a movie and was wondering if you wanted to join me" to your surprise, after everything you just seen and heard, you did a perfect job at pretending like it didn't have any effect on you whatsoever.

However, you were dying inside.

Heeseung let out a relieved sigh. He thought you might have heard and maybe you'd tell him to keep it down, but luckily that wasn't the case. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Wait.

She wants to watch a movie?

And she wants me to join?

The widest smile grew on his face at the realization, and he'd be a fool to say no. "Of course! I'd love to join you, but as you can see, I'm getting ready to take a shower," he chuckles, pointing to his sweat-covered chest.

With how much he was sweating, you would have thought he had just gotten out of the shower.

That must have been one intense session…

"I'm all sweaty," he adds playfully.

You zoned out for two seconds, taking a quick peek at his body.

Which went completely unnoticed by him.

"I-i can wait for you if- if you want?" You stutter out.

"Really?! Okay! I'll be quick."

And quick, he was.

Too quick for your liking cause you didn't even get to calm down from the first assault, and he was attacking you yet again with his sleeveless top and wet hair accompanied by a pair of loose basketball shorts that made his print rather visible and the cherry on top was the smell of his body wash when he sat down next to you.

Your body shivers, and now you're all too aware of everything he does, like the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he drank the bottle of water he got from the fridge and when he offered you one, you couldn't deny it cause your body was completely on fire your mind was in a frenzy a heeseung frenzy you hadn't thought about him in any inappropriate manner as a matter of fact you didn't really think about him at all.

But now it dawned on you, yes, you were roommates with a guy, a guy named lee heeseung, a guy that has guyly needs and touches himself as guys do, and a guy you just found out you had feelings for after catching him tending to said needs.

You were stiff throughout the whole movie, and you became a statue when he rested his arm on the back of the sofa. He shifted a tad bit closer to you, and now you were completely fossilized.

You were just about to thank your lucky stars cause the movie was almost finished, but before you could begin your ceremony, heeseung just had to stretch, and you couldn't help but look at him when you noticed movement in the corner of your left eye his shirt rose up slightly giving you a full view of the waistband to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Great. Just great.

Another image that will be stained in your memory for some time to come.

He noticed you looking at him and gave you an innocent smile. He had no idea you had been drooling over him for the past hour and a half. "I'm tired," he laughs bashfully, feeling guilty that he was falling asleep on you.

"It’s okay, I am too," you giggle before turning back to the tv.

Finally, it was over. The credits were rolling by. You looked to your left, and heeseung was fast asleep. He looked like a cute giant baby curled up on the sofa. You didn't want to disturb him, so you grabbed a blanket from the other room and placed it over his sleeping figure. "Goodnight, heeseung," you whisper before going to your room. You shut off your lamp, sighing loudly. "What is my problem?" You grumble thinking about earlier events and how you felt so terrible for basically eye fucking him and eavesdropping, but it was impossible not to. "Get a grip," you told yourself before closing your eyes and joining heeseung in dreamland.

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Heeseung woke up the next day looking around at the unfamiliar setting before realizing he had fallen asleep during the movie. "Shit," he sighs, feeling disappointed that he fell asleep on you.

He laid back down, resting his eyes for a bit. A loud knock on the door startled him, and now he was wide awake.

He tosses his covers to the side and opens his door seeing a huge box sitting on the ground at first. He's confused, wondering if you ordered something, but he quickly remembered that the package was for him when he saw where it was from.

Thank god for one-day delivery, he thought to himself as he took the large box to his room.

He's never been so impatient before. He practically ripped the box open, revealing his life-like toy.

He opened the smaller package inside the box, taking out the bottle of lube he had bought to accompany him.

He pulled down his shorts and squeezed a decent-sized amount of lube in his palm, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.

A thought crossed his mind before he continued. He went inside his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of the same perfume that you wore. (The one he made a special trip to the mall to get) so he could spray it on his pillow every night before bed.

He spritzed some on his chest as well as his pillows and resumed his activities.

He quickly finished undressing and laid down on his side. He positioned the doll on its side, rubbing his length back and forth on the doll's slit before slowly easing his cock in.

He inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of your perfume, that mixed with the feeling of the doll wrapped around his cock was just a little too heavenly.

He thrusts his hips lazily. After all, it was still morning, and he had just woken up.

This is how he imagined having morning sex with you would be like.

He'd hold your waist carefully and bury his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin gently.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he buried himself in you deeper he'd fill you up with his cock and thrust his hips into you, and with every passionate yet deep stroke, he would bring you both closer to heaven.

Just the thought of waking up next to you and having lazy morning sex had him close to his end.

"Y/n, you feel so fucking good," his hips stutter, and he releases a shaky breath. "So wet for me," he whispers in his groggy morning voice. He bites down on his lip to conceal his moans. The last thing he needed was to wake you up and have you hear the sinful act he's committing.

"Fuck baby, just like that, oh, y/n, you're gonna make me cum," he grunted while clutching onto the hips of the doll. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his loud moans and grunts of your name while he released himself inside the doll.

He took another deep inhale of your perfume, whimpering softly as he continued to thrust his hips. After a few more strokes, he was too sensitive to go on any longer.

He released the doll from his grip, laying on his back to catch his breath, and god, that was so amazing, by far the best orgasm he's ever had at the back of his mind though he still knows that you'd give him the best orgasm of his life, but he could only dream.

He sighs deeply after finally catching his breath. The doll could never ever compare to you, but it was the next best thing, so it would have to do.

For now.

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[gutterfuuck]

i literally have your post notifs on now 🫣 that conquerer mark fic was soooo good omfg 🙏🙏 while it’s kind of on the topic of bff mark, would you be able to do like…childhood friends mark that knows the reader is attracted to him (probably in love with him) and kind of uses it to manipulate her? or something similar idk LMAO i’m just in love w the childhood friends/friends to lovers trope and i think u could put a really fun and dark spin on it!

mdni! possibly uncomfortable for some, will add tags soon so please bare with me! not very smut like, some at the end.

this is just a small drable, i will extend on this idea! please enjoy!

i very love this idea; i already know exactly what i will do with this hehe. he's been aware of your little secret crush on him since you both started highschool, thinking nothing of it, thinking that you would eventually grow out of him… until you don’t. you were certain that you were destined to be.

that was until amber came along. you felt threatened, terrified that she would take him from you- she was gorgeous-and he knew it tore you up inside. when college came around; you almost gave up on him. you thought back to how he had knocked on your bedroom window floating one day making you panic and almost scream awake the entire neighbourhood. oh how you wished that he had stayed by your side.

you scrolled through the newsfeeds on your phone, watching back mark-invinvible's - fight today, pining for the sweet boy that you had fallen in love with. you felt as if you needed mark grayson to eat, sleep and drink.

he flew through your window, taking you by surprise as he nodded his head at you as a quick greeting, disappearing into your bathroom in his suit and emerging a second later in no shirt and pajama pants. "thought i'd do a quick check around the city before bed." he spoke, your eyes quickly glancing at his body, observing him. you were sure he wouldn't notice, you'd been doing this for years and he hadn't even paid you no mind.

that wasn't true. mark saw the way you looked at him. not just now, but all the time. he could see the way you mourned for him, heard the way you touched yourself for him, jerking off to the sounds of your hopeless shameful cries afterwards, slowly slipping into despair as you tried to wrestle with the realisation that mark was with another. he craved it. craved you, wanted you.

he wanted to get off…

you were his best friend, so when you watched him slump onto the end of your bed and listened to him complain about his relationship, you comforted him, you heard him. you felt guilty to admit it, but your heart fluttered at the possibility of amber being out of the picture. oh you felt horrible.

mark knew how you felt: euphoric. you were hoping on their downfall. mark and amber were actually only on a little break. “it’s just been rocky recently,” he would get back with her eventually. “we should try seeing other people.”

and he sees right through you, sees right through his pretty little friend. he doesn’t hesitate, his hand resting on your lower back. “i know you like me, i’ve seen the way you look at me.” he speaks and you flush, wanting the bed to open up and swallow you whole. you try to speak, but are interrupted by mark. handsome, strong, sweet mark. “i’m kinda pent up… just- i don’t know.. i don’t wanna make it weird,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, shrugging along with his words. take the bait.

“me and amber— not so active anymore. if you get me.” what was he getting at? you thought your heart was going to pop out of your delicate little chest.

and then he finally pops the question.

before long, you’re on your knees, mouth stretched around your best friend’s dick, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as he rocked his hips into your face, “c’mon now, i thought you liked me… hah- are you gonna start being a good fleshlight or am i gonna have to go next door and finish inside of amber, huh?” his words were lost on you, the only thing you could focus on was the way you had finally gotten his attention; you were finally useful to him.

[madame-fear]

Hi Ami :D i kinda had an idea, you could like write a lucerys x reader story or mini series (depends on if you want or not) where the reader is in love with him but he gets betrothed to Rhaena. They have an argument and the rest is your decision on what happens next. And with that i though of much angst and a happy ending. (cause i don't want to cry)

Much Love and kisses ❤️❤️

*ೃ༄ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : hello love! okay so i remember that a short while after this, you had sent me this exact request again but a little bit more specific, and i unfortunately can’t find it now! so i added what i vaguely remember from it. 😅 I hope you enjoy it! 💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request. ] — word count : 5.4k

— genre : angst to fluff, maybe hurt/comfort. — pairing : lucerys velaryon x jealous!reader.

The cool breeze inncesantly blew into your face, smoothly swaying your hair along the wind as you sat in the vast beach of Dragonstone.

The seawaves gently moved in a fluent manner along the breeze, being soothe by the sound of how the waves reached the beachshore, and clashed against the small rocks, shells, and pebbles that there were sprayed all along the sand. Your legs were pressed against your chest, and your arms were wrapped around them, tightly against your body.

You were conflicted on the inside, as much as you wished to deny it.

You had long been the best friend of the future Lord of Driftmark, Prince Lucerys Velaryon. You both shared a loving bond together ever since you were little children, and nothing was able to change how much you cared for one another. It was the type of sweet innocent friendship where you would sneak together out of your chambers late at night to simply read books together or talk, gossip and snicker at other people, defend one another to no end, and share all the thoughts that crossed your mind.

The problem was, you were too frightened to even admit to yourself that you had an increasing crush on the young Velaryon Prince, not wanting that to ruin the unequalled relationship both of you had since you can remember. There was something special about him... Perhaps it was the way he stole glances at you? Or perhaps, the way Luke was so gentle, soft-spoken, and caring around you, to the point you had to hold back some flustered giggles when he had a sweet action — like kissing your hand, or offering his arm for you to grab when walking together — around you.

Of course, you held youself back from mentioning about how you felt at all, swallowing your own feelings shamelessly. But, deep inside of you, in a way, you regretted not being able to speak it out with him. Especially, when you accompanied his family back to King’s Landing to support his birthright to inherit Driftmark when his uncle accussed him of being a bastard, only to come back to Dragonstone with both him and his elder brother, Jacaerys, betrothed to their cousins.

The news of them being abruptly betrothed seemed to push down a huge burden on your entire body. It felt as if nothing else mattered to you, and it did manage to lower your usually positive spirits down. You, of course, preferred to remain in silence about how both salty and jealous you felt — but the way you behaved the following days after the betrothal news was something too obvious to not notice. Especially for Lucerys, whom noticed immediatly how you avoided him, and how you seemed rather wistful.

There was no hesitation from his part to approach you, a bit timidly with hopes of knowing what was wrong, and if he had done or said anything to upset you. It wasn’t his fault, really, but you still felt frustrated about the outcome of the situation.

Soft footsteps were heard from behind of you, accompanied by the cries of the seagulls flying above you, and the seawaves clashing against the beachshore. You craned your head curiously to peek who was the one approaching you, only to spot the young Velaryon Prince, with both his arms behind his back.

“Luke,” you whispered. “I had thought you were in classes with the maester.” with gentle movements, Lucerys sat by your side. His hair slightly covered his green eyes, as the wind made strands of hia hair sway along it, much like your own. “I’m already finished with my duties.” he replied, fixing his gaze on you. You noticed, there was a hint of concern. “I simply wished to see you.”

You scoffed, turning back to stare at the seawaves. The sun was already leisurely disappearing, reflecting it’s shine upon the tides, leaving beauteous traces of rich oranges mixed with rosy pigments and a lavender hue all smeared over the sky. “That’s sweet.” you retorted, feeling his stare weighing on you. He had no saying in his betrothal, but you still felt as if you couldn’t easily stare at him without feeling a knot heavily form in your stomach.

Lucerys tilted his head slightly to his side, frowning in disappointment at your notorious coldness towards him, as silence awkwardly loomed in the atmosphere. He cleared his throat, “I came to see you, because...” a small fluster crept on his cheeks, not knowing how to explain himself properly. “I-I was afraid that I might have done or said something to upset you, (y/n)?”

Rapidly, you turned your head to stare at him; your brows knitting in confusion. But you weren’t surprised at all, in fact, you had imagined he could already sense you had been off ever since his betrothal. “No, Luke. Why do you say that?” you inquired back, seeing him gulp timidly. “Out of all the people, you overall could never say, or do, anything to upset me.” you could notice Lucerys sighing discreetly, as if he felt relieved of hearing that. But either way, you still seemed a bit out of yourself.

Fidgeting with his fingers, for a brief moment, his eyes lingered on his hands and lap before returning to stare at you. “It... I-I just...” eagerly, you awaited to hear the rest of whatever he had to say. “I just noticed you a bit upset... A-And avoiding me as well, I suppose.” a huff spurred from your lips, craning your head back to wander your gaze off to the sea.

“Trust me, it’s nothing, Luke.” you shook your head, giving him a cold, monotone response. You knew Lucerys was genuinely preoccupied, he always was when he noticed something was wrong with you — but you preferred not even daring to think about the topic. “I am perfectly fine. You shouldn’t worry enough.”

And there it was again, that familiar knot dreadfully forming on your stomach as you were forced to remember all that had happened. You knew she as well had nothig to do, but you had grown to despise Rhaena Targaryen these last days. Lucky one, she was.

Unbeknownst to you, the future Velaryon Lord was head over heels for you. Much like yourself, the beteothal was a bit of a disappointment to him, but understood it was for a mere political convenience. Luke didn’t want to fool himself into believing that the reason of your anger was because he was to marry his cousin Rhaena... Initially. Because as the days passed by, you seemed to unconsciously agree with him that he had all the reasons to believe his betrothal was the cause of your frustration.

Frowning, he gulped once again. His heart pounded quickly against his chest as his hands anxiously trembled. The young Prince was reluctanct to ask you so very bluntly, but to remove the weigh on his conscience, he forced himself to do so.

“(y/n),” luke spoke again, scooting closer to you. He noticed you did seem prettier than usual, even when upset, making a scarlet hue form on his features. “We have known each other since we were children. I can tell you are not perfectly fine.” timidly and gently, his hand was placed on your shoulder. You slightly jumped at the abrupt contact, but the feeling of his warm hand soothed you, in a way. It was dreadfully angsty.

“Please, do tell me honestly.” he insisted. His next words came out hesitated, “Is... Is it because of my betrothal?” and with that, you finally dared to look back at him. The way you glanced at him shouted jealousy, and a bit of disappointment as well. In a way, you had to admit you did feel embarrassed of reacting salty towards it, but what could you do about it?

You huffed, staring at him in silence for a few seconds, trying to think of a proper answer. “I don’t know. Do you?” you replied, nearly spatting it. His rosy lips were partly open to speak, mumbling your name vaguely, but you kept talking. “It might just be so, Lucerys.” suddenly, you stood up, rapidly shaking off the grains of sand that remained on your dress, losing the warmth of his hand on your shoulder.

“You have no idea of how it made me feel.” you began speaking, feeling too overwhelmed to stare at him. “For years, I have been by your side. I supported you, I stood by you, I told you things that I could possibly tell no other and I always held an all encompassing adoration for you — just for you to end up marrying another girl!” perhaps your emotions were getting the best of you, making you forget that the betrothal had never been his personal decision.

Your voice broke as you shouted at him, with your voice echoing through the tranquil beach. A lump on your throat burdened you, feeling some tears nearly being spilled from your eyes. “I love you, Lucerys. But it truly is overwhelming to not be able to say anything just to maintain our friendship as it always has been, with you so oblivious!” Lucerys rapidly stood up, approaching you as his heart shattered slowly at the sight of tears leaving their hot trails on your soft cheeks.

Luke was a bit amused at your sudden confession, having fancied you ever since he first laid his eyes on you as young little boy. Seven Hells, you were the one oblivious to the fact that everyone in his family, and even your own, teased him for always swooning over you, staring at you, and never shutting up about you and all the marvellous things you did with him.

“I had no saying in that at all, (y/n)!” he retorted back, raising slightly his voice. “Our betrothals are always political conveniences! Does it seem like we have any free will to marry whomever we fancy?” you scoffed, turning around so your back faced him, beginning to walk away. Lazily, you wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your dress, sniffing as you heard him try to approach you, but you walked away faster. “Oh, but I can see the way you look at her!”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Obviously, he had been particularly polite towards his cousin after the announcement of their betrothal, but that meant nothing for him. “I wish you could just understand how I feel, but I doubt you will.” your voice was breaking, trying to drown back some sobs from escaping. His fingers fidgeted nervously with each other again, trying to reach you to comfort you and tell you just how much he genuinely adored you more than anyone.

“(y/n), please,” you heard his voice lower its tone leisurely, sounding a bit more saddened at your jealous reaction, hearing the sound of your sobs fade the more you walked away from the situation. How could he make you understand that he had no chance to protest against his betrothal? But of course, in your place, Luke knew he would be as frustrated and jealous as you currently were.

As much as Lucerys craved to catch up to you and hug you from behind tightly against his own body, showering you with his love; he knew he had to give you your space. But either way, he felt the burden of your sadness weigh on him because of an unwanted political situation.

Time had passed since you last saw Lucerys on the beach of Dragonstone, and had a small argument with him.

You sat at the edge of your window in your chambers, still having the ghostly salty taste of your own hot spilled tears in your lips. Occasionally you sniffed quietly to yourself, fixing your gaze on the dark blue sky, being filled with bright stars.

An awkward feeling lingered on you after the small argument you had with Lucerys. Giving it a deep thought, Luke obviously was right when he said he had no saying on his betrothal as it was all for the conveniences of the Houses amidst an imminent war — but, you still couldn’t help but feel a poisonous jealousy, and a bit of embarrassment at your sudden outburst of emotions in fromt of him.

It was too late to take all the things said back, or so you thought. A soft huff escaped from your lips, as you heard a faint knock against the door of your private quarters. The least you wanted to do, was talk or see anyone.

“(y/n), may I come in?” a familiar voice was heard from behind the voice, making a small lump form on your throat again. It was whom you had expected to be, and that was, none other than Lucerys. You stood silent, not having enough will to respond anything. “I’m not angry at you, I promise.” he sounded alluring enough for you to let him in, noticing he seemed genuinely concerned. But you had enough from embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“No.” you replied, in a weak tone, but enough for him to hear, not wanting him to enter.

The Velaryon Prince sighed. He adored you more than anything, and seeing you in such state was harrowing for him. Without asking twice, your door was unexpectedly opened, making you move your gaze towards it with widened eyes. Your heart was beating at a fast speed, swallowing awkwardly as you watched him close the door behind of him.

“Luke,” you whispered faintly. A rosy hue formed on your cheeks, still feeling uneasy about the previous situation. “I-I’m so sorry, for what happened earl–” as you stuttered, Luke interrupted you spontaneously. He approached you with gentle footsteps, both his arms hidden behind his back.

“You call me oblivious, but you are worse. Aren’t you?” immediatly, your eyebrows knitted in confusion. Your body leisurely became less stiff, awaiting for Lucerys to continue speaking. “What... What do you mean?” you inquired, placing your feet on the ground as you sat by the edge of your window. For some reason, you just came to realisation on how taller he had grown, having to keep your sight raised to make eye contact.

A small scoff escaped from his rosy lips. It was unbelievable how you never realised the way he was swooning over you like a little boy with a crush, and his love for you had never changed. “I previously said that my betrothal was a political convenience, and I had no saying in it...” he began speaking. And very gently, one of his warm hands cupped your heated, flustered cheek, and the other one brushed a strand of your hair off your beauteous features. His fingertip grasped softly against your skin, making you shiver.

You muttered no response, merely allowing him to continue. But instead of speaking, Lucerys cupped your other cheek, and leaned closer to you. Delicately, his plushy lips grasped against your own very warmly, before placing them on the corner of your lips. He so eagerly craved to be able to kiss those precious lips of yours, but he preferred to take things slowly until you both could get used to being more physically affectionate.

Your eyes remained wide in surprise, trying to fight back a dumbfounded smile at how tender he pressed several pecks on the corner of your lips, dangerously close to them. Quietly, you sighed; fluttering your eyes shut briefly, and nearly melting into his touch.

Reluctanctly, Luke pulled apart from you, but remained with his face inches away from your own. “... But if I had free will to marry whomever I fancy, I would’ve chosen to marry you without thinking it twice.” a sheepish grin tugged upwards on his lips, noticing how dumbfounded and heavily flustered you seemed after nearly kissing your mouth. You were so delicately pretty and beautiful, it took all the effort in the world to hold himself back from tightly cuddling you against his chest.

“O-Oh,” you mumbled awkwardly, allowing some giggles to escape from you. “D-Do you really mean it, Luke?” both his arms descended to make their way towards your waist, wrapping themselves around it, and pulling you closer. “Of course I do mean it. I never had eyes for another woman, only for you.” one of his hands went to the back of your head, interwining his fingers in between strands of your hair. “You mean the absolute world to me. I adore you, (y/n), and no one could possibly make me feel the way you do.”

Shyly, but keenly, his lips were pressed against your forehead. The hand on the back of your head pressed you against his chest, allowing you to rest against his body. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, just like he had previously done with you, and you closed your eyes slowly whilst you discreetly inhaled his sweet, comforting scent. “I could say the same to you...” you muttered, being lovesick by the way he gently treated you.

His kisses were tender, and genuinely affectionate. Lucerys could shower you with all the love just for you that had remained inside of him for many years, but he was the one to take baby steps with you, until he knew you were comfortable enough. With a soft sigh, Luke placed his cheek on top of your head, playing carefully with strands of your hair, and twirling them around his fingers.

The warmth emanating from your body was endearing enough for him, feeling relieved to finally be able to show how much he was profoundly over the clouds for you. Much like you felt, Luke could just melt with having you clinging to his body. A wide smile appeared slowly on his rosy lips, as he stroked your back up-and-down. And you thought, he was the one to be oblivious to how you truly felt.

Teasingly, he pressed you closer against his chest, deciding to gaze down at you with his bright green hazel eyes, and a dumbfounded cheeky grin — feeling slightly shy around you, but enough enamoured to let his timidness fade away.

“Who was the oblivious one, now?”

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[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 2

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Summary: You go to your first biker meet with Aly and Cregan. After witnessing a bit of that classic Targ family tension, an opportunity arises. One that may require you to spend more time with your least favorite Targaryen.

Fic Contains: swearing, family tension, Aemond being a prick (again), sexual tension if you squint

Word Count: 2034

The sun has just set over the gathering in the heart of King’s Landing’s steel district. The air is alive with the sound of purring engines, shouts, and rock music playing. You look around, trying to take everything in at once.

You and Ally likely would’ve been swallowed by the crowd had it not been for Cregan serving as your personal buffer. With his height, he easily cut a path through the crowd for the two of you. One of his hands reaches behind him to hold Aly’s. Her other arm is linked in yours.

“Isn’t this fun?” Aly shouts.

“Yeah, I wish I’d gone to one of these sooner,” you respond just as loud.

“Really? Even the countless times I asked you to come with me?” Aly shoots back playfully.

“I was busy!” you argue.

“Excuses, excuses,” Aly retorts. “You were scaared.” She drags the last word out mockingly.

You elbow her playfully. She laughs and elbows you back.

“Well, at least you’re here now. Right, babe?” She directs the question to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, sure!” Cregan shouts over his shoulder. You’re pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to your conversation at all.

Suddenly, Cregan raises his free hand and starts waving madly.

“Jace! Jace!” He shouts. He picks up his pace, dragging you and Aly with him.

You come to a less crowded area with picnic benches scattered about. Cregan makes a beeline towards one, letting go of Aly’s hand to engulf another guy in a bear hug. Cregan breaks the hug, ruffling his friend’s curly brown hair. You presume this is “Jace.”

“Aly! How’ve you been,” Jace asks, embracing her.

“I was doing great til I saw your ugly mug,” Aly teases, copying Cregan and ruffling his hair. Jace waves her off, laughing. Then he notices you.

“Hi! I’m Jace! Nice to meet you,” Jace says happily.

“My boyfriend’s boyfriend,” Aly explains over Jace’s shoulder. Jace turns to retort, but Aly takes refuge behind a laughing Cregan. Jace turns back to you, shaking his head.

“Come on. I saved us a table,” he said with a smile. He leads you all to a table where another boy—his brother Luke—sits. You all fall into easy conversation. You tell Jace and Luke about your new dragon, and they tell you about the new models they’re having a hand in developing.

“I thought only Targaryens were allowed to submit designs,” you say, confused.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? Our mom’s Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Luke explains. Your mouth falls open.

“We take after our dad. Our little brother Joffrey is the same,” Jace adds in. Looking at him, you could see the resemblance to his father, Harwin Strong.

“Oh, wow,” you stammer, unable to find a response. Luckily, you didn’t have to as something catches Luke’s eye.

“Oh no,” he says, shrinking in his seat. You turn to where he’s looking. Walking through the crowd are none other than Aegon and Aemond Targaryen. Both Targaryens have ditched the coveralls you initially met them in. Aegon opted for a navy sweatshirt and jeans, a gold chain hanging around his neck. Aemond was wearing all black, from his leather jacket to his combat boots. His hair was only half pulled up, leaving the rest to hang down his chest.

They were accompanied by two people you immediately recognized as their siblings Daeron and Helaena.

The four siblings spot your group and start to make their way over. Well, three of them do. Aemond immediately turns and stalks off in a different direction. Helaena looks like she’s going to stop him, but Daeron shakes his head at her. You watch as Aemond disappears down an alley. When you turn back, you immediately lock eyes with Aly, who raises a brow and smirks a bit.

You scowl back at her, thinking back to the conversation you two had after getting your bike back.

“You didn’t mention he was hot!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware the hotness of the mechanic was of any relevance!” Aly shot back sarcastically.

“You also didn’t mention he was…”

“Rude?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, Aemond’s always been more on the antisocial side. Apparently the rudeness came in after the accident,” she whispers that last part (even though they were the only two people in the room).

“Accident?”

“Yeah. Something to do with his nephew. Never got the full story. All I know is that it really divided the family and they haven’t been the same since.”

That tension is evident in the strained smiles the remaining Targaryen siblings give your group.

“Hello nephews,” Aegon greets Jace and Luke. “And friends,” he finishes, sending a wink your way.

“Mind if we join you?” Helaena asks softly.

“Of course,” Jace answers, noticeably less tense with his aunt. Aegon and Daeron squeeze in on either side of Jace and Luke while Helaena takes a place on the edge of the bench next to you. You notice she has brightly colored earplugs in.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Helaena,” she says softly. You tell her your name in response.

“The one who put Aemond in his place,” Aegon adds from his seat at the table.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him,” you say

“Don’t be. Aemond’s funny when he’s mad,” Daeron laughs. You furrow your brows.

“We didn’t even interact for that long. I didn’t think I would make much of an impression on him,” you ponder.

“Oh, Arm’s not used to people talking to him at all. People tend to give him a wide berth when they come to the garage,” Aegon explains. “And you not only tried to make conversation but called him out on his bullshit. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Helaena muses. “He’s really nice once you get to know him.

“Everyone is nice to you Hel,” Daeron drawls.

“Still,” Helaena huffs.

The topic is dropped as the table makes meaningless small talk with each other. You tuned most of the conversation out til Aegon clasped his hands together.

“Look, nephews,” Aegon starts, leaning in. “Word on the street is that you know the location of the next Dragon Rally.”

“How do you know we know?” Jace asks.

“Because you don’t shut up about it,” Aly responds, causing Cregan to snort. Jace frowns at her. “Didn’t Grandpa tell any of you about it?” He directs the question to his relatives.

“Of course not,” Daeron scoffs. An awkward silence falls over the table.

“Aaanyways,” Cregan drags out. “You gonna come with us?” He looks at you over his girlfriend’s head. Aly turns to look at you as well.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you reply. The Dragon Rally was a rather secretive event despite its popularity. All you knew was that it involved a grueling ride to whatever location was picked that year and that it was sponsored by the Targaryen family.

“I don’t think I’ll have quite gotten the hang of riding by the time it rolls around,” you continue.

“Oh, Aemond can teach you!” Helaena exclaims. Everyone at the table turns to look at her as if she’s grown a second head.

“What? Vaghar and Meraxes are similar enough models. Plus, it could help patch things up between them.”

“As much as I’d hate to throw you to the wolves, she has a point,” Aegon says. “If anyone’s got the stuff to whip you into shape in a short amount of time, it’s Aemond.”

You look down at the table, thinking on what they said. You’ve spent a long time on the outskirts of this community, wanting to join on the fun but never finding the opportunity—or the courage. You didn’t want to miss out on any more.

“Why doesn’t Aly do it? They’re friends after all,” Jace asks.

“Trust me, Aly couldn’t teach a fish how to swim,” Cregan laughs, earning an elbow in the side from his girlfriend.

“I’m a great teacher,” Aly snaps at Cregan, who laughs and kisses the top of her head.

“Of course you are, love,” he says softly. Daeron pretends to gag, causing Helaena to scold him.

“You know I’d help you,” she says to you. “But my nephew and his gremlin friends are coming into town.” You nod sympathetically. You’ve met Benji Blackwood before. He’s a nice kid, but if he and his friends are in town…Aly’s brother’s gonna need all the help he can get.

“And before you ask, I won’t have the time to lend my expertise. And neither will you,” Cregan explains to Jace.

“Come on, there’s no harm in at least asking,” Aegon teases. You look up at him.

“Alright,” you say simply, rising from the bench.

“Wait, I didn’t mean right now!” Aegon shouts as you walk off in the direction Aemond disappeared in earlier.

Aemond leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?”

Aemond’s eye lands on you. He gives you a once over before removing the cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. You,” he said flatly.

“Yes. Me,” you parrot back, matching his flat delivery. You swear you see a slight twinkle in his eye.

“I didn’t think events like this were your thing,” you say, folding your arms across your chest.

“They’re not,” Aemond responds curtly. He takes another drag. “My siblings practically kidnapped me. They think I don’t get out enough,” He scoffs.

“Based on the mercifully brief interaction we had, I’d wager they’re right,” you quip.

“Did they send you to drag me out there,” he asks, taking another puff.

“No, actually. I wanted to ask you about something.”

He raises an eyebrow at this. “Did you fuck up your bike already?”

“No,” you huff. “Though if I had, I could probably fix it myself.”

He angles his body towards you, his shoulder braces against the wall. “Could you now?”

You thought he was mocking you, but the look in his eyes…he looks more curious than anything.

“I brought her to you ‘cause I hit a dead end. Thought it would be good to get a second pair of eyes to look her over. Oh!” You mentally kick yourself for your poor word choice. “I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine. Happens all the time,” Aemond interjects, though you see his jaw clench. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

You took a deep breath. “The Dragon Rally is coming up. I want to go with my friends,” you start.

“That ride is brutal,” he says, frowning. “You’d have to train hard to be ready by the time it rolls around.”

“I know. Which is why I want you to teach me,” you finish, bracing yourself for his response.

He doesn’t say anything, only gapes at you as if you’d spouted the most ludicrous idea in the world. “Why on earth would you want me to teach you?” He asks.

“Your sister suggested it,” you reply shyly. “And Aegon seconded the idea.”

He lowers his gaze with a hmm. You shift from foot to foot, waiting for his response.

“It’s going to be a lot of work. To start from absolutely nothing—“

“We wouldn’t be starting from nothing!” You interrupt.

“Wouldn’t we?” He quips back.

“I know the basics,” you explain.

“The basics,” he scoffed.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you ask incredulously. His lips curl into a smirk as he leans in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

“Riding a dragon,” he purrs, “is anything but basic.”

You weren’t sure if he meant for that to come off as seductive as it did.Gods, why does his voice have to be so sexy?

“So will you do it?” You ask tentatively.

“Hmmm. I’ll think about it,” he responds.

You nod your head. At least it wasn’t an outright no. Not wanting to push your luck, you turn to walk away.

“But if I do say yes, I’ll want something in return,” he calls after you.

You freeze, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And what exactly will that be?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.” You let out a small sigh of relief.

“But you’ll owe me,” he finishes. “And I never forget a debt.”

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An Eye For An Eye (Daemon x Reader)

I would suggest to listen to “shameless” by camilla cabello and then switch to “skyfall” by Adele to really get the vibe I’m going for. Enjoy!

The words of the house Tully were clear as sky “Family. Duty. Honour” one must serve their family for the good of all, to bring honour and uphold the peace. Those words fall heavy upon a young girls shoulders, when Daemon first laid eyes on (y/n) he was astonished, her long reddish hair that was a staple at the Tully family glistened under the sun while her eyes shined with ambition and hope, such a pleasant sight it was to see her up on her horse trotting around, she reminded him of everything that was good in this world.

(Y/n) had noticed how the prince kindly offered his arm every time they walked, how he would always compliment something about her that he seemed to notice on that particular morrow. (Y/n) secretly prayed every night that prince Daemon would ask for her hand, she had come to court with her father to find a lord husband, she had come of age and was time that she completed her duty.

“I am to marry the lady (y/n) Tully”

King Viserys announced as he smiled fondly at the girl. She wished that the ground would split beneath her feet and swallow her whole, her gaze shifted to prince Daemon whom looked equally shattered by the news, they had spend so much time together, he had been her rock for all those days and king Viserys had only accompanied her couple of times, how could he be interested in her? Daemon wanted to flip the table upside down swoop (y/n) of her feet, get her on his dragon and fly away to live together forever.

“What delightful news, what an honour this is for you my dear daughter”

Her father felt invincible, his daughter was to be queen of the seven kingdoms, she had exceeded his expectations and would bring the house Tully to such high rank. (Y/n) wanted to burst into tears, alas she covered it with a subtle smile as she stared at the floor, excusing her despair with shyness, everyone was delighted for (y/n), except her.

-

“What seems to trouble you, your grace?”

She scoffed at the sound of those words, it was never her wish to become queen, king Viserys was a good man but old and had no type of connection with her. Her wedding night was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, now there’s she was out in the gardens with her lord husband passed out from Dornish wine, what a mess her life had come to be.

“Don’t patronise me”

“I am not, you should be happy”

“you should be as well, you got to marry the future heir princess Rhaenyra”

“Rhaenyra is a wonderful match on paper, kind, passionate, strong”

“If you came here to torture me feel free to leave”

Daemon puffed out a breath, as (y/n) stood in her night gown in the grass with her back turned to him he could not help but curse himself, he should have declared his love to her faster, now both of them doomed in marriages with people they liked but did not love.

As he placed his hands on her forearms her flesh felt like the finest silk, his touch brought goosebumps down her spine while inhaling a sharp breath, she slowly turned to look at him, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red, he despised seeing her like this, yet his lustful gaze could not help but fall down her exposed neckline, her flesh was teasing him.

As Daemon leaned in his nose touched hers, their breaths became shallow as their relished the intimacy between them, they could feel each others hearts pound in their chest. He went down even further to place a few kisses down her neck and stop to place the last on on her collarbone, earning a low moan from (y/n) as she closed her eyes and almost melted down.

Daemons left hand slid down to her waist and gripped her to come closer to him, if anyone were to see them they would die before the sun had risen, yet they stood close to one another unable to find the strength to pull away.

“I do not want Rhaenyra, I need you”

“Please Daemon don’t make this harder than it already is, we must honour our wedlock”

“What is honour compared to a woman’s love?”

“I-I”

“Should leave?”

“Yes”

She breathed, although he words said one thing her body came even closer to him while her grip tightened, Daemon smirked since he understood that (y/n) wanted to stay, he could see it in her eyes that she wouldn’t move an inch away from him.

“Then go”

Daemon remarked but (y/n) shut him up with a deep kiss, Daemon was caught off guard yet he responded positively, call it wine courage or just a moment of weakness Daemon craved her touch and passion, her kiss soft and warm and her touch eager, she was clinging on to him as a way to forget of her awful destiny.

He made her his that night, with her back against the wall at a corner of the garden, to see her desperately try to contain her groans as she dug her nails to his skin, she had to admit it felt liberating to allow herself to do what she pleased, the passion led her to a dangerous path that (y/n) had chosen and would not go back now.

Her kisses were intoxicating to him, her naked form was his heaven as he drove to roads unknown to the young bride, a bite of the forbidden fruit was his new shame that was perfectly mixed with a taste of divinity, the sounds she made were music to his ears as he held her close, sweating and panting as they hugged one another for a little while longer, savouring the moment.

She ran to her room after, with her nightgown almost torn to pieces as she held it together for her privates parts to no be exposed, what has she done?

That night she cut a small part of her inner thing to bleed on the bed, her lord husband was to drunk to remember and everyone would believe their marriage had been consummated. The next morrow when the maids came to collect the sheets and word spread Daemon smiled in triumph, their little secret was safe.

-

Daemon had stayed close to her, well as much as he possibly could. Sneaking out at the hour of the wolf to meet her in secret pathways, to steal a moment with (y/n), they had promised countless times that it was the last time, none of them could stay away for long, the rope of destiny tightened around them compelling them to run to each others arms, to lay together and feel each others naked bodies against their, the fire that burned them took over and soon jealousy creeped in which could be very confusing especially when they were both wed.

(Y/n) still remembered when Rhaenyra announced her pregnancy a month after her, the harsh slap on the face Daemon had gotten once he met with her underground.

“How could you? You promised me!”

“(Y/n) get a hold of yourself, you knew that this would happen”

“A month after my pregnancy? You are cruel Daemon”

“I am cruel? I have to sit here and watch my brother claim my child as his”

(Y/n) had broken down in his arms in her delirium she repeated her apologies as Daemon kept her tucked away in his arms to soothe her. Her belly had grown round and he couldn’t help but tear up as he saw the love of his life cry in his arms, the Gods had planned a barbaric game for them.

Her beddings with her lord husband were awful, still if you asked the king he would say how his lady wife was full of fire and how he thought the whole castle would hear her moans.

What Viserys didn’t know was that (y/n) closed her eyes tightly and imagined Daemon was at his place, that she was once again at the young princes chambers and was touched and kissed by the silver haired prince.

He had tried to be there for the birth of his children, the excuse was “to support his brother”, he could still vividly recall the birth of his first son, as the brothers paced outside the room while they could hear (y/n)s screams of agony. Daemon could not contain himself when he heard the cries of his babe, he burst into the room to find the maester holding a bloody baby with his brother right behind him.

“Congratulations your grace you have a son”

Viserys, relieved by the news for the arrival of his heir had ran to take a look at the babe while Daemon went to (y/n)s side, the poor girl had buried herself in the pillows and had closed her eyes from tiredness.

“How are you?”

“I did it”

“You did it dear”

They had 4 children together, first was Baelon, second came another boy Aelor, the third was once again a healthy boy Aemond and last was a girl saera. Daemon had been close to the children, closer than king Viserys had been, he loved his children but they were from his second marriage, none of them could heal the wound of losing his greatest love.

(y/n) had been a wonderful wife she took care of their children and cared for her husband as he grew to be weakened by the illness, no one dared to question (y/n)s loyalty to her lord husband.

Rhaenyra despised the bond (y/n) and Daemon had, she had no proof of adultery still she did not appreciate how tender Daemon was with her fathers wife, Rhaenyra had noticed how Daemon gawked at (y/n), he never did that with her, especially when their children played together and one might get hurt by playing a tad too rough, it didn’t matter who’s fault was it Daemon would always side with (y/n)s kids, it brought constant fight and arguments between Daemon and Rhaenyra.

This night was no different, Daemon had left his shared chamber with Rhaenyra after an argument and had ran to the arms of his lover. (y/n) had just returned to her chamber by a knight that pleaded for the queen to follow him, (y/n) clearly disheveled did not have time to change out of her nightgown and ran wherever the knight went only to find her child Aemond with the maester who was stitching up his eye.

“What is the meaning of this!? Who did this to you my love?”

She kneeled in front of her son who was squirming under the maester from the pain, Aemond could not focus on his mother but held her hand tightly for comfort and strength.

“It will heal, right maester?”

“The eye is gone but the flesh will heal”

(Y/n) lost it at that sentence, someone had taken her sons eye and no one dared to speak up about it. (Y/n) rose to her feet while still holding her sons hand as tight as she could.

“I demand to know who did this”

“It was Viserys mother”

Aemond whispered. (Y/n)s eyes focused on the boy with the bloody nose, Rhaenyra placed herself in front of her son in order to protect him from the queens gaze that was full of fury.

“Aemond had raised a rock at my son, he was forced to defend himself”

“Aemond, listen to me my love. What happened?”

A moment of silence fell as (y/n) questioned her son, Aemond was always a quiet boy, he mostly kept to himself due to the torment he got from Rhaenyras son due to the fact that he did not have a dragon yet, (y/n) knew her son was destined to become a dragon rider still the boys confidence seemed to slowly wither away, this behaviour was unlike him.

“He called us bastards mother”

Her older son Aelor spoke up, he was there when the fight happened, Aelor and Aemond were playing with Aelors dragon running around the beast careless when Rhaenyras sons started to tease Aemond. Aelor stood up for his brother when Rhaenyras oldest son Aegon called them bastards.

Aemond was always his mothers son, at the accusation he got a rock and wanted to throw it at his nephews, push came to shove and Viserys pulled out his blade and cut Aemonds eye out.

“You little pig”

(Y/n) was known to have a temper, at the vile word something in her brain ticked, the same blade that was used on her son laid on the stand next to her, probably taken from the boy by force. Now (y/n) had gotten a hold of it and ran towards the boy, Rhaenyra caught (y/n)s hand that held the knige preventing her from harming her son as (y/n) let out a roar that almost shook the ground beneath them.

Chaos erupted as the guards did not know who to protect, the queen or the heir, orders yelled at one another as the women stood in the middle fighting for the upper hand, a mother was fighting a mother.

“Over my dead body”

“Your low life son cause harm to my child, it’s better to cut the weed by the root and that root would be you”

(Y/n) had gone mad, as she held the blade high and aimed it at Rhaenyra to harm her, (y/n)s instinct to protect her children had managed to take over her brain and reside to cruelty Daemons hand was the one that grasped it before she struck the princess, he was the only one that dared to approach the scene and prevent (y/n) from doing something she might regret.

“(Y/n), release the dagger”

“No”

(Y/n) responded as tears ran down her cheeks. Her life was crumbling before her as her love affair was slowly coming up to the light of truth, this put the life of her children to danger and she was the one to blame, she had to act before anything worst happened and if that meant to kill the princess and sacrifice her own life then so be it.

“(Y/n) this will not bring Aemonds eye back”

“An eye for an eye”

(Y/n) was at the point of no return, as she growled the threat Rhaenyra feared this was a fight that would end her. Daemon could not risk this any longer, if (y/n) hurts anyone she would be punished severely.

Daemon went to pull (y/n) by her waist making the blade nick Rhaenyra by the sudden shove causing Rhaenyras arm to bleed.

Daemon held (y/n) as she moved around ferociously to free herself from him and throwing the knife away, she pulled at his hands that prevented her from getting at Rhaenyra.

“Let me go Daemon!”

Daemon did not budge under (y/n)s erratic manner, he patiently waited for the queen to tire herself out which was inevitable, (y/n) slowly collapsed to the floor with Daemon breaking her fall as she broke down to sobs, if anyone were to describe the scene the queen looked like an animal protecting her cub, such a sad yet empowering scene, (y/n) would go to extreme lengths to protect her children from anyone even if that meant to go against the princess.

Daemon still held her as (y/n) cried, one reason was because he feared anger would soon swoop in again and she would try to get to the princess or Viserys and the other reason was to calm her, his insides curled at the sight of his son injured and his lover broken on the floor.

As Daemon looked up from (y/n) he was met with Rhaenyras hateful hues, if she could throw spikes from her eyes Daemon and (y/n) would lay dead on the floor, he defended her once again, to Rhaenyras mind this sealed her instinct to be true.

Viserys did not know what to do, his own daughter had accused his wife of adultery, his wife attempted to murder his daughter, his son harmed by his grandson, the family has been officially divided and would probably never heal after this event.

“He is our son! Do something!”

(Y/n) yelled in between her sobs. Most of the people in this room assumed she called for the king, only Daemon could understand she called for him, however his hands were tied, he had already risked exposure by holding her back instead of protecting his wife.

The king with the assistance of his cane walked to his grandson, the only thing you could hear was (y/n)s hiccups and sobs while her forehead touched the ground, she had lost herself in the fear of her children’s life mixed with anger.

“If anyone questions my childrens legitimacy again I will have their tongues removed, do I make myself clear Viserys?”

The scared boy could only nod frantically while Rhaenyra remained still with a stiff lip, holding her wound with her other hand to stop the bleeding, still a few drops of blood managed to fall on the ground.

(Y/n) raised her head to face the wounded princess, her chest rose and sunk in haste as she looked terrifying due to her face forming the anger she experienced, she was smiling like a mad person.

“My dearest daughter, I want to remind you… I am a patient woman”

Requests are open!

[littlelewdmable]

Hey, i see you opened your requests, can we get some Jaune x WolfFaunus!Ruby?

Pull My Tail

Jaune and Ruby were walking through Beacon's courtyard one day.

Ruby: Come on, please!

Jaune: I don't know Ruby. I mean, I get that you're really excited to go, but what am I supposed to do at a gun show?

Ruby: Look at guns! What else would you want to- AAAHHH!

In Ruby's distracted state she didn't notice the very conveniently place tripping rock in her path. And in a slightly uncharacteristic moment of clumsiness began to fall, but luckily Jaune was close enough to stop her from falling.

He attempted to grab the end of her hood, but unfortunately for him, he grabbed something fuzzier instead.

Ruby yelped as Jaune pulled her upright by her tail. Jaune being quick to apologize as soon as he could, but with one simple action he unleashed a side of Ruby that he would soon wish he hadn't.

Jaune: Sorry! I didn't meant to grab your tail.

Ruby: *Activating HornyWolf.exe*

Jaune: I was aiming for the end of your cape and I kind of just missed.

Ruby: *Locating suitable bush*

Jaune: It was an accident! I swear!

Ruby: *Bush located, let the plan begin*

Ruby, with more strength than one would expect for her size, grabbed Jaune and threw him into a nearby group of bushes. Far enough away from the main trail that most people shouldn't have noticed what Ruby was about to do to Jaune.

A moment after Jaune found himself laying down on the ground, Ruby was on top of him. Sitting on his lap before pulling him into a heated kiss. After a long moment she pulled away with an almost feral look in her eyes.

Jaune: Ruby?

Ruby: You pulled my tail. Now I'm going to swallow yours.

Jaune: But I don't have a- Wow!

Ruby in the space of about a second unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled down his underwear. Before Jaune could say a word in protest Ruby began to lick his now hardening penis. He probably should have told her to stop, but she was the one who initiated and he wasn't exactly against the idea of having his dick sucked.

And that's exactly what Ruby planned to do as she continued to lick up and down his now hard shaft. Before moving up to lick his sensitive tip as her hand now moved up and down his shaft. While her other slipped down her panties, tending to her own needs.

Jaune groaned as he felt soft lips take in his head and start moving downward. Ruby's tongue flicking as her head bobbed up and down Jaune's cock. Her instincts taking over more and more as his scent began to overwhelm her.

Before long Jaune reached his tipping point, it was his first sexual experience with another person after all, as Ruby continued her oral assault. She came as he did, squirting onto the grass between her legs as not three or four strong ropes of cum shot into her mouth and down her throat. Her cheeks puffing out as she tried to contain the delicious treat.

Jaune was panting as he laid down on the grass. Ruby's mouth coming off his cock with a pop.

Jaune: Remind me to grab your tail more often.

He joked, before feeling something warm and soft against his cock again. He looked down to find Ruby pressing her pussy against him.

Jaune: Ruby!?

Ruby: Mineminemineminemine~

Jaune: Oh, crap.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your villanous voidbeast husband comes to get you

General Plot: You are kidnapped! This is just a lil fluff <3

Voidbeast (Valerian) x Reader

Word Count: 700

Masterpost

W: kidnapping, sfw monster fluff

You woke cold, which was unusual because Valerian’s home was always warm. Blinking you glanced around, taking in your surroundings. 

A pair of green eyes peered down at you. 

“Awake finally,” a man said. His voice was a bit nasally and grated on your head, which you’d realized ached a bit. 

You felt your skull for any bumps, but nothing seemed amiss. 

Your eyes focused on the man in the dim light. He was wearing an all black jumpsuit. Maybe like a ninja, but not exactly the same. Even his face was partially wrapped in a mask. 

“Don’t be scared, maiden,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you if you cooperate.” 

You frowned at him. 

“Valerian isn’t going to like this,” you murmured. 

“What was that?” he asked. 

You swallowed and shrugged. 

“Eh…,” you said, “what’s going on? Why am I here?” 

The man’s lips spread revealing a mouth full of golden teeth. 

“The fortune teller told me you can open any lock and find any treasure,” he said, “you’re going to become my new partner.” 

“That woman is a menace,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, “I have no such ability! She’s just making things up and taking all your money! How many of you has she grifted?!” 

He raised his hand as if he was going to hit you and you shrank back. 

“Stop with your lies!” he snapped, “you’ll do exactly what I say or I’ll make you wish you had! I’m going to break into the imperial palace and you are going to help me. I don't understand why your not more grateful. I've stolen you away from that horrible beast, you should be singing my praises!”

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning. 

“It's not really like that…” you trailed off, wondering how long you would live after the imperial guards caught you because you absolutely could not do what he was asking of you. 

Suddenly the earth started to shake and rocks fell from the ceiling. 

“What’s that?” you gasped, your eyes flicking around the cave frantically. 

“I don’t know!” he shouted, “come here!” 

He jerked you roughly by your arm, yanking you under a small wooden table that probably wasn’t going to do much to save you. 

Dust filled the space and light poured in from above. It was impossible to see anything but brown particulate and beams of sunlight streaking through. 

There was a deafening roar and you covered your ears, scooting away from the thief. This might go better for him if he wasn’t touching you. He didn’t get the memo and jerked you back. 

“Get off!” you snarled, slapping at him. 

There were rumbling thuds and a massive form loomed in the murk. The table went flying into the wall exploding into splinters. Four fiery golden eyes gleamed down on you. 

“Valerian!” you squealed, “I’m okay! He didn’t hurt me!” 

You quickly moved your foot as a warm fluid trickled past you from the thief’s pant leg. 

Valerian huffed drool dripping from his massive teeth. 

Pulling away from the petrified thief you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist…well as far around it as you could get your arms.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” you beamed. 

He looked down at you, the anger bleeding away and smiled. His hands came down around you and he lifted you up to his eye level. 

“Of course, sun of my heart, I will always come for you.” 

Tucking you in the crook of his arm, he turned his attention back to the thief, lifting his foot to stomp him into nothing. 

“Wait!” you shouted, “please don’t!”

He frowned, turning his head to you.

“Why?! Have you developed some affection for him?” he snapped, his foot dropping a bit lower. 

“NO!” you emphasized, “Absolutely not. It just bothers me when you kill people in front of me. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I keep thinking of his mangled body.”

He nodded. 

“I can take him outside,” he offered. 

You shook your head.

“No, I would still think of it,” you said. 

He thought about it for a moment before glaring at the thief. He surmised that if you didn't sleep well, he could spend the night cuddling you...but on the other hand, he hated to see you upset. He was unsure.

“The real criminal is this fortune teller,” you said quickly in the thief's defense, “she keeps sending all these idiots after me! They think you are holding me hostage or something.” 

Valerian drew his brow and nodded, glancing back down at the thief. 

“Remember that my wife showed you mercy this day,” he boomed, before turning his back on him and taking you home. 

[undercoverpan]

Fish for breakfast

Spider wondered which deity he upset.

No, really, which god or goddess got so mad at him; they put him in this position?

This position being trapped beneath his dad as he hisses and snarls at his other dad, Jake. The enraged Na'vi had his ears pinned down as he bore his teeth at the other, the aforementioned Na'vi doing the exact same. It's normal for these 2 to be at eachothers throats, but it doesn't mean that Spider likes being held. By either of them. Jake lost his holding privileges when he had taken him to ride a tsurak, and promptly allowed him to be swept away by the waves. Quaritch lost his when he accidentally cracked a rib from how tightly he was holding.

"He's my son and I am taking him for the holidays!" Roared Quaritch, murder flashing in his eyes. "We agreed that Spider stays with me during Na'vi holidays!" Jake argued, his voice as sharp as his blade. "He's had enough Na'vi holidays, asshole! You're not depriving my son of christmas!" Spider didn't even know what Christmas was, but Quaritch wanted to take him on the RDA trip to the northern mountains, so he could experience a real christmas. He's not sure what that means, but he admits that it did sound fun.

And Neytiri didn't like having him around, especially on special days. He thinks it'd be nice to be welcomed on a holiday. It's a win-win situation, he gets to enthusiastically participate with one side of his culture and Neytiri gets to enjoy the festivities with her family without spider around.

Fair trade, right?

Wrong.

His dads were on the verge of instigating another war between them and Spider, as always, was caught in the middle. And this time, he hasn't even had breakfast yet! 

"Oh who cares about christmas! It's a shitty holiday anyways!" 

"Sully, I swear to God, I'm going to knock your teeth out!"

He managed to wriggle free while the 2 fought. He crept away to the beach, where no one was because it was the ass-crack of dawn. Strangely, he spotted a small cookfire with 4 people.

As he got closer, he immediately recognized them as his friends.

"Monkey boy! Come, come!" Kiri cheered as he ran over, crashing down into her waiting arms. They seemed to be roasting some fish over an open fire.

"Finally got away from dad?" Lo'ak asked as he chewed his food. Neteyam flicked his forehead, muttering something about swallowing first. 

"Yeah, finally! They're both so overdramatic, they both give me a massive migraine every time they start talking about visits and holidays and who's my favourite. Eywa, I wish they would stop."

They all nodded in agreement. They suffered from having to live with the world's prettiest man who got into catfights with Quaritch every other day. 

So they all sat there, talking about everything and anything to distract each other. What weaving pattern should Lo'ak use for the necklace he's making for Tsireya, Kiri found an ilu with a heart shaped mark on its forehead, Neteyam is getting better with a spear, Tuk ate a salty rock recently. They talk and laugh as they eat cooked fish all morning.

The group slowly goes silent. He followed their gaze as they all looked behind him. He felt his heart drop as he saw Neytiri approaching. Her face was blank, expression unreadable. The sand crunched beneath her feet as she approached.

She sat down between him and Lo'ak. They all watched her with bated breath.

With a click of her tongue, she spoke; "What's for breakfast?"

And they all started the morning with roasted fish.

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Everyone is fed up w Quaritch and jake, 100%