#eclipse tattoo maybe

[to-be-spared]

i'm a sucker for a tattoo that's somewhat relevant to the plot so now i'm just the tiniest lil bit disappointed we'll never know what aye's tattoo is

[dilfs-bitch]

Oeyä | Tonowari (NSFW)

Pairing : Tonowari x Fem Omatikaya reader

Word count : 3k

Summary : Ever since your family is allowed to stay in Awa'atlu, you're drawn to the clan's Olo'eyktan. It all starts with just innocent glances until he catches you.

Warnings : Finger-fuck, hand job, sexual tension, inexperienced reader, age gap ( reader is nineteen and Tonowari in late thirties) exhibitionism, dirty talk, nsfw, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, voyeurism.

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue

The first time was accidental.

It happened after the eclipse, right after you wait for your family to fall asleep to sneak out of the shared marui pod.

Just to take a dive in the warm bioluminescent waters of Awa'atlu, nothing else, or so you think, because every step you took away from the village, your amber eyes catch sight of that figure, almost like a blur diving into the sea.

It would only be a peek, the annoying little voice in your head said, perhaps incited by curiosity that guided your slightly silent feet closer. However, your heart stops beating for a few seconds, and your mind goes blank until your cerebellum sends commands to the rest of your body that hurriedly runs towards the village when you recognize that the blur was nobody but Tonowari.

The thought itself of the Olo'eyktan catching you was disturbing, yet it wasn't enough to you stop smiling as you returned to your marui pod.

Just because in your eyes he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, much more than the Omatikaya one, with his presence that exuded power and authority, the tattoos that adorned his body muscular. The fact was that you enjoyed seeing him swimming in all his glory, totally naked, the vision was even better than in your dreams, dreams that were inappropriate ever since your family is allowed to stay in the Metkayina clan, dreams that were so vivid ones that left the heat between your legs sticky in the next morning.

It seemed wrong to think and feel that way for a man of such position within a clan, old enough to be your father yet not enough to control your body, your heartbeat racing every time you saw him or the flush of your cheeks every time he greeted you as he had many times before, but now his face looked much prettier with that gentle smile that made your legs go weak.

You were being obvious, more than other times, although he seems oblivious to the effect he has on you.

A kind of effect as bad as a drug, that makes every part of your body beg to do exactly as you did that night. It was like taking an arrow in the dark with eyes shut that hits exactly on target.

Your knees were rested against the soft sand, your body hidden behind the dense stub of one the palm trees, your amber eyes were fixed, deliberately gazing at his large, muscular body so close to the shore. Unlike that night, your ears perked in excitement, it's even needed to hold your tail that are happily swinging from side to side between your blue fingers when upon watching he's naked. Maybe a silent warning to return to the village however your body is still, your eyes widen as you see his four-fingered hand wrap around his own erection, ready to relieve himself.

Something you could never understand, someone like him yet not claiming another mate after his first died giving birth to their daughter, despite the bond being lifelong, that didn't stop him from having another mate to help him with the burden of being clan chief, having a complete family again even helping him with the heat, which seemed unbearable according to your mated friends.

It was bearable for you, though it took a rather long time to get to know your own body, on days when you were in the heat or as a human said to each other at the outpost back on the omatycaia horny, just your fingers circling the bundle of nerve between your legs was more than enough for that feeling of ecstasy to take over your body totally stunned from the orgasm, even though at times, almost every time in fact, your body begged for something more, something that could go inside you filling you up completely. Once you even tried to use your own fingers as your friend Ya'nut had instructed you, but it felt weird…

Definitely different from now, an almost unbearable heat that spread like a fire through your belly when you heard the hoarse needy moan from the man who had his long, thin fingers enveloping his thick greenish length with the tip almost washed, the veins in his arm were prominence accentuated with the grip he keep on his own length, running his hands up and down slowly, his eyes are closed, his head tilted back slightly as his own hips gently pushed against his hand.

He groaned as his thumb moved against the bulbous tip that was leaking pre-cum, his sharp teeth grabbing his lower lip in anticipation of the heat building in his abdomen, about to overflow, almost like your own self-control desperately fighting that desire totally new that makes your mouth water when you hear the loud moans filling your ears that twitch with every sound coming from him, it's overwhelming the desire that runs through your body to be the only one holding his length giving him that relief he desperately craved, like the heat that grows between your legs, sticky, throbbing for release, throbbing uncontrollably to feel him inside you, covering you with his own musky scent.

It's disgusting be watching Tonowari in his most intimate moment like a pervert, it's disgusting your own thighs to tighten in search of some kind of relief, relief that perhaps would only be possible with your own fingers that push your own loincloth to the side to try to satisfy yourself with the sight so erotic before you, your fangs biting down on your own lips so hard to keep from escaping the moan that gets stuck in your throat as your fingers circle your neglected clit, your eyes roll back lost in the pleasure that leaves your body soaked, which makes your cunt clench around nothingness with a groan that rumbles from Tonowari's chest.

The name that repeated like an echo in your mind as your fingers stimulated your clit in similar movements to his, your back arched as you felt the tightness in your stomach, getting strong caused by the way he lightly pumps his own throbbing cock, desperate as he comes, guttural moans thundering from his parted lips becomes your own climax that catches your breath as shocks of pleasure course through your body.

Shame.

The only thing you feel, was stupid to keep going back to that place after the second time, you just knew, the rational part of your body begged you to stop because it knew something was coming.

And it came, worse than you imagined because now you've been caught.

“ Please don't tell my father Olo'eyktan” Your voice is pleading, but your eyes are fixed on the marui pod mat.

He wouldn't, telling JakeSully that he'd caught his oldest daughter spying on him didn't feel right, not when he'd done it on purpose.

A behavior that was not befitting for a man like him, for an Olo'eyktan to give in to his darkest desires, desires he tried Eywa knows he tried from the first day he laid eyes on you and your body with blood demon that made you stand out from others in everything, just like Ronal.

Maybe that's why he was so attracted.

It was wrong, he knew it was. However, that night he just needed a break, a dive in the sea to relieve the stress of his position within the clan, that's how it all started, a dark blue blur running back to the village. He knew it was one of Sully's children, perhaps even his mate. The thought even disgusted him, but deep down he knew it was you.

Your scent gave you away.

Heady scent, sweet mingled with the musk, sea ​​breeze scent and that thing he didn't know what it was exactly but that made your scent unique, that attraction, your shy smile every time he greeted that become unbearable for him to contain his own erection, so he was seeking that kind of relief at that time of night alone stroking his own cock, the pleasure that becomes overwhelming because he could swear he could smell you as he palmed himself in those hot waters with only a thought in his mind what it would feel like to be so buried inside of you.

It's with that thought that for the next few days he does it on purpose, watching the way you smile every time you see him, your cheeks almost flushed as your eyes are fixed on his body as if you know every part of it, and you do. He felt foolish for not having realized earlier that it was you, the heady scent that flooded his nose was real.

It's wrong, he knows, and yet Tonowari does it anyway, like those nights. He goes to that furthest part of the village to swim naked to give himself that kind of relief, in just hope you're there watching him behind those palm trees.

And once becomes two, two becomes fours, four becomes ten until he loses count.

Until your body gives you away, and he has no option but to feign surprise at catching you.

“ Sit down “ He starts points to the mat waiting for you do as he said “ How many times? ”

He knew exactly how many, but he wanted to know if you would be able to lie to him, lie to your Olo'eyktan who desperately wanted to know why you kept watching him behind the palm trees in such an intimate moment, Tonowari intensely wanted to hear from your mouth that it was because you liked it, liked to see him at your mercy even if you didn't know it yet, touching himself like a teenager in heat.

“ Once, I swear sir ” You lie through your teeth.

" Why ? ”

A simple question that hides an obscene answer to say to a man old enough to be your father, a man who had already been mated, that gazing at you with those blue eyes persuading you to say the truth even if you would regret it later.

The heat envelops your face, you feel hot, bothered by his gaze that makes your voice come out almost as a whisper. ” I liked to see “

His ears twitch, his tail beats steadily against the mat, oh you like it. Maybe he could offer to do it in front of you, but it wouldn't be right, he shouldn't even think about it, yet he does it anyway, blinded by lust it tears at the nearly tattered thread of self-control he still had, but he wanted it for months and now that he's given the chance, Tonowari's not going to let it fade against his fingers like the seawater.

“ I could show you ” He says, his hand circling just above the base of his tail, ready to undo the knot of his loincloth.

Your ears quivered at what he has just said, your gaze finally meeting his for any hesitation, yet there isn't, is only Tonowari with his face almost close to your when he kneels in front of you, your figure towering about you who even sitting on the mat in his marui is still so small, looking so fragile just waiting to be taken care of, something he would gladly do if you would just let him.

“ But only if you let me between your thighs ”

Wait, he's waiting for an answer, but there's only your big amber eyes staring back at him with furrowed brows and slightly open mouth that makes him insanely hard, it's like you're doing it on purpose because you know the effect it has on him, or maybe you're oblivious to that fact and that's why it's taking so long to say yes, because the answer will be that, he knows just by the scent that comes from you.

He just needs you to say that, and he is more than happy to coax it out of you, Tonowari just needs his hand to finally undo the knot of his loincloth, his throbbing cock hitting his abdomen. He chuckles at how your eyes widen, that just serves to boost his own ego, he's spent months craving just a little of your attention and even though he's been getting it the last few days, the feeling was so much better now, it made you perfect in his eyes as he lifts his hand over the bare skin of yours thighs so silky that he's purring softly especially when his fingers tighten over the flesh and a moan escapes your lips, his cock twitches the bulbous tip leaking pre-cum.

Butterflies appeared in your belly at the sight and the sudden contact of his hand still wet on the skin of your thigh, maybe it was because you were still inexperienced, but being that first time feeling the touch of a man, it sets your body on fire, the tip of your nipple is erect against your coral top that barely covers your full breasts, the fabric of your loincloth is wet with the arousal of your sex that clench around nothing begging for pleasure, for something that can fill it and that's why there is no more time to think or feel ashamed.

It would be silly to say no, and if there was something you were never was silly.

 “ Please Wari, let me see ”

“ Okay sevin, but first take off your tewng " He says, pleased with how quickly you do as he says.

It only takes a few seconds for your loincloth to fall beside you the same amount of time that his large, callused hand holds your thighs apart revealing your shiny pussy, it's the unbearable excitement that takes over his body, and he gives in, his other hand holding his length the thumb spreading his pre-cum over his cock like a type of lubricant that helps his hand glide up and down with ease, it was pleasurable but not enough.

He wanted you to give in to your desires too, so visibly that your own hole begging for pleasure tightens around nothing every time his hand pumps his cock, and yet he doesn't have to say anything, his breath hitches as you slowly drag a finger over your cunt, rubbing your clit. His ears were pulled back when an almost inaudible moan comes out of your lips, and he swears he feels his near gasp and that urgency dominate his own body when he realizes how inexperienced you seemed to be, is only confirmed with your movements matching his that watching your fingers just circle your clit not even paying attention to the rest of your body that seems on fire under the heat of his hand now under your top against your firm breasts, a unison moan caused by the grip on his cock and by his fingers that twists slightly between your nipples.

He's succumbing to the urge to mark every part of your body as his own, at which point he doesn't even care about his hand pleasuring himself, Tonowari just tries, almost giving up fighting the intense desire to bury his face between your legs, he desperately wanted to taste you on his tongue or know what it would feel like to have your pussy muscles clenching around his fingers, he had already forgotten how it felt, it had been so long since he had been mated with a woman, so long that only his hands pumping his cock no longer satisfied his pleasure he wanted so much more, he wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a woman again, what it would be like to fuck you even if it was just with his tongue.

And it's all so fast that even you can't quite figure out exactly what's happening, because the next instant Tonowari is lying face down on the marui mat, both his hands firmly gripping the sides of your thick thigh and his face is so close to your pussy that his warm breath blowing against it makes your body shiver in anticipation to finally knowing what that feeling you friends always talked about.

“ Your Olo'eyktan will take care of you sevin ” He kisses your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the skin. “ I'll fuck you like no man has the nerve to do ”

You sigh, the shiver running from the base of your tail up your spine at the immoral promise, it's so dirty but so lustful to hear it from a man like him who blatantly makes it obvious how much he wants you that leaves your mind blank, the thought mingled with the feeling of his real promise because his tongue licking a long swath from your wet entrance to your clit, resulting in your five-fingered hand fiercely gripping his braids take a muffled moan from the man between your legs. The vibrations go straight to your clit overwhelm you almost quickly, because it feels good, so good, better than you ever thought it would be. Your mind is clouded with that sensation of his rough tongue invading your insides, ravaging your soft walls as they contracted around his wet muscle.

Like the marui's rug, that's wet with the pre-cum leaking from its tip that rubs against it in search of pleasure, the kind of pleasure that burns through your body when suddenly his tongue is licking precisely your swollen clit and his fingers poking your entrance.

He smiles pleased, watching your beautiful golden eyes close in pleasure and your head tilt back as he finally inserts two of his fingers, it's slow, torturous, pleasurable unlike your own fingers that felt so dull inside you, different from Tonowari's fingers who pump in and out of you as if he were pulling a knot in your belly that unravels little by little each time his fingers go in and out, each time his tongue licks your sensitive clit like your ears that twitching at his breathing breathless that makes your eyes open to watch his hips moving against the rug, he wanted more too.

Looking desperate as he rubs himself like he's in heat, which feels contagious because it makes your hips stutter against his face, enjoying every caress on your clit that makes the inside of your belly tingle and your pussy clench uncontrollably around his soggy fingers, your arousal as he curls his fingers hitting that sweet spot that makes your fingers repeat his movements twirling your nipples under your fingers that make your legs tighten against his head, your heart pounding frantically, black dots fill your vision, the buzzing against your ears becomes mingled with the pumping of your blood that makes your legs tremble when you reach the limit as your voice that desperately screams his name like a prayer to Ewya Wari, Wari, Wari.

Desperate between your legs, hot, panting nearly suffocating with how long his face is pressed against your cunt eating you through your orgasm like his, coming closer so fast like an Akula after his prey. A loud growl resonating from his chest, and a muttering almost Inaudible that your ears manage to pick up making you open your eyes just in time to see his hips move against the mat one last time, and he comes, comes muttering your name like a curse.

Satisfied, finally he pulls away from your hypersensitive pussy that makes your body shiver when he kisses your clit that leaves a brief aftertaste of you in his nearly purple mouth, swollen, wet as the strands of hair released from his braid against his forehead caused by the strong grip of your hands that now feel weak as the rest of your body that almost falls against the mat but instead your face rests against his sweaty muscular torso when the palm of his hand rests on your back.

" Was it too much for you, sevin ? " He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

The answer is sure yes, it was too much, it was too good better than any sensation you could ever feel, but now your voice is stuck in your throat. Even if your mouth opens, nothing comes out, because now that all the excitement is starting to wear off place the shame that becomes too much, and you hide your face in his pectoral.

" You got all shy now, why sevin? Wasn't that good ? " His hand lingering hold with a soft, grip on the joint of the back of your neck pulled you away from his pectoral to face him.

So close that his warm breath blows against your face, their lips almost touching as his blue eyes wait impatiently for an answer, an answer he already knows.

" It was good Olo'eyktan" You say, closing your eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

[lixiesbrowniess]

Ⅲ. Go hunting - Omaticaya storyline

Words count: 3.1k

Warnigs: swearing, mention of bullying, make out, "enemies" to lovers, yeah bc they're not really enemies anymore, erection, aged up characters 18+, nsfw, p in v, dom/sub, bit of degradation

Aged up to 21 (reader is 20 tho)

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron

A/n: proofread ✓

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

Summary:

“You can choose” Tonowari stated.

You stopped thinking hard. You've always wanted to try the hunting routine, it sounded fun.

But you didn't know who had to accompany you. You were kinda curious about it tho.

“I'd like to go hunting Olo'eyktan” you said slowly bowing your head to him.

“all right it's decided then.” he said getting up from his spot. “when the eclipse will be over you will get going.” he moved to look behind him and you cocked your eyebrow.

“Ao'nung you'll accompany her. Make sure she doesn't get hurt.” he stated not accepting a no from his older son who just rolled his eyes in acception.

An hour later

You really couldn't believe you were about to go hunt with non other then the chief son, or more correctly the one who probably hated you the most and you kinda reciprocated.

You actually might've developed a small liking in him after knowing him better. I mean he was still an asshole but you had discovered he was good with children and helpful with his parents.

Yeah maybe you accidentally saw him when his mother gave him the task to help the youngest to improve their ilu riding.

But any way your facade was being enemies. And of all people you had to stay with him for Eywa knows how long alone out of the reef.

You just hope this would end quickly.

Lil time skip

The eclipse was almost over but he still wasn't there so you decided to go ask Tsireya were that skxawng was.

You finally saw her entering the tent were all the hunting weapons were stored and you quickly followed her.

“hey Re'ya have you seen your brother? He should've been here by now.” you asked looking at her back.

She didn't answer which made you feel suspicious. Now that you thought about it was she always that tall? Her hair looked longer... A lot longer.

“I'd never thought you would've been worried about me.” your heart fell when you heard "her" say so.

You panicked when you saw the only one you were wishing not to see in that certain moment. He faced you with an hateful smirk.

You opened your mouth like a goldfish trying to figure out how the hell you mistaken Ao'nung for his sister.

He laughed at your attonished face. “i know you've never seen me with my hair down but i wouldn't expect you to mistake me for Tsireya”

You gulped as he fully turned to you, his hair falling on his large shoulders-

You immediately shoo those thoughts away and managed to speak.

“sorry- for mistaking you... But your hair are really long... I mean-” you stopped as he smirked wider.

“oh fuck off, let's just go.” you scoffed making him chuckle in amusement.

“here” he handed you a spear “we'll impale the fish with this and then use the knife to fillet them.” he said placing his spear down.

You watched him pull his hair in a ponytail before wrapping them around themselves forming a bun and letting a small part fall down his neck. You could clearly see the tattoo covering his left cheek, forehead and down his biceps.

God damnit. "Why Eywa?" you thought trying to look away. You wished you could try to brush those- NO not even if he begged for it.

Yeah like he even had to.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he came over and spoke.

“all right let's go forest girl.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname.

You followed him and called for your Ilus then jumped into the water from the walkway.

You two made the Ilus sprint to the destination.

Time skip - out the reef

“It's here” he signed.

“Need to breathe” you pointed to the surface slowly swimming towards it. He rolled his eyes and followed you.

You popped out inhaling deeply. Suddenly you felt him pulling you underwater again causing a frown to form on your face.

“What is it forest girl, still can't breath properly?” he gestured under water gaining a pout and a “skxawng” from you, but all he offered was a teasing smile.

You emerged again taking the spear from your Ilu. Soon Ao'nung's head popped next to yours. “we have to be quiet or the fish will swim away” he said after going down again.

You blinked. "Is he bipolar?"  You thought. One moment he was being an ass and later serious as fuck.

You followed him with your spear and behind a big coral. “Call for the fish”  he signed. You gave him a suspicious look as he was signing you to go in front of him, just like he did with Lo'ak once.

He rolled his eyes and his hair moved with the current. “I won't leave you behind” You carefully moved in front of him and turned your back to him.

You called for the fish and waited as some approached you. But before you could impale one you felt a pair of hands squeeze your waist.

Even if you knew it was him you still were surprised. Your neck quickly snapped to look at him.

All he did was placing a finger on his lips signing you to stay silent. You cocked your eyebrow and tried to get free from his grip, which only got stronger.

He then pointed at something far in front of you two. An enormous creature at least hundred feet away.

An Akula [the animal who attacked Lo'ak].

You immediately stopped moving around and stayed completely still in his grip.

His hands were really big... They could wrap your entire waist without too much effort. You forced yourself to focus on the damn gigantic fish. There was a meaning on why Tonowari sent his son with you. He was a great warrior.

“Do not move it can sense movements” he signed you with one hand. You didn't need him to say twice you already were completely still.

He then made a sound with his throat, again and again, that seemed to annoy the animal and it slowly swam away.

He sighed in relief still holding your waist. Quickly you turned to face him completely without breaking his grip.

“How'd you do that” you asked staring at his irises. He looked a bit surprised by your sudden move and curiosity.

“Every warrior has to learn how to do that” he signed as an answer and grinned. “Don't worry, you don't need to” he mockingly smiled. You shoved your hand on his face and tried to free yourself.

But he tightened his grip not letting you go. “what do you think you're doing?”  you looked at him narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing, what are you thinking?” he grinned at you with his usual expression but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes seemed to glow underwater releasing an unknown emotion from them, at least unknown to you.

Well you had an idea of what could that be but you couldn't believe he was experiencing it because of you. He was supposed to hate you right?

You won't lie that was making you kinda frightened. “We should complete out task first” you signed looking away from his gaze.

“First? Are you giving me the permission to do it?”  he smirked widely bringing your body closer to his.

“Do what?” You rolled you eyes, you were sure it was a damn joke so you tried to shake it off. But he was still smiling and staring into your golden orbs.

“Stop playing around Ao'nung” you signed pushing his chest with your hands. But he didn't move, on the contrary, he looked at you seriously.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his body “actually I'm serious” he signed with the other hand looking down.

It was then that you felt something poking on your stomach and you looked down. As soon as you did your eyes shot open and up to his.

Before you could form any thought he closed the distance that separated you. His lips found yours and he took advantage of your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Your hands gripped on his shoulder as you felt his fingers dig into your waist making you wince.

Unexpectedly you kissed back. You'd never imagined doing something like this with the one who was supposed to hate you.

His hardness was still poking your stomach making you realize you needed to breath, you broke the kiss but as soon as you did he chased your lips.

You covered his mouth with your hands to stop him. “I have to breath. skxawng”  you signed with a frown as you started to feel lightheaded.

He giggled going up and pulling you with him. As soon as you were out you inhaled deeply, “we must finish our tasks.” you said avoiding the topic of what just happened.

“You liked it mhh” he smiled widely staring into your irises. “The task can wait you know?” he chuckled “the fish are not going to disappear” you blushed lightly at his words.

“They will. You are the one who said to be silent or they will run away−”

Your mouth shot closed after your statement. "WHAT" you screamed in your mind, you couldn't believe your own words.

“Oh? forest girl are you worried about the sounds you'll be making?” you refused to look at him at this point.

“Don't worry, unless we do it underwater the fish won't run away too far” his nonchalantly statement made you feel weird.

But you didn't complain too much as he quickly wrapped you into his arms again leaning to the coral below you.

This time all he kissed was your neck as you two slowly sank again. And he made sure to leave hickeys on your soft skin so your little forest friends could see.

You resurfaced together and he called for his Ilu. “We'll have to move to the reefs roots” he said grabbing your wrist pulling you on his ilu with you.

You reached the rocks of the reef, he pulled you up and helped you out of the water, the cold air hitting your skin.

As long as the Ilu swam away he attacked your neck and collarbone with kisses and bites again causing your breath to hitch in surprise.

⇊incoming smut [if not comfy skip till the next warning]⇊

“I think we gotta take care of this” he whispered into your neck giving you goosebumps and slowly moving his hips forward.

You gasp as his pelvis rolled against yours. You were trapped between him and the rocks as he took advantage and bit your neck while grinding his hips into yours breathing heavily on your collarbone.

He chuckled. Your eyes darted to him as he was looking at his muscular thigh. You tilted your head with a questioning look. His eyes met yours.

“Well now, what is this?” he said pointing at your tail which was firmly wrapped around his thigh. Blood rushed to your cheeks at the realization.

You snatched it away, embarrassed by it's actions. It felt like your tail had it's own life at the moment... Or maybe not.

He quickly turned you around having your back pressed on his chest and lightly pushing your upper part into the hard surface.

Your breath hitched as he grabbed the base of your tail making you squeal in surprise. It speedily wrapped around his forearm as he lightly tugged on it. “I think I really like your thin tail” he said while he took your loincloth off.

He then proceeded to grind his clothed dick against your dripping entrance tugging at your tail.

You covered your mouth as a few whimpers escaped your lips. “Don't mute your sounds please” he groaned and bit the flesh between your neck and shoulder “I wanna hear”.

You felt him move his own loincloth revealing his shaft and lining up to your pussy. Your walls clenched at your emptiness feeling his cock poke your hole.

“So wet for me already?” he said mockingly teasing your entrance, he kneaded your ass and separated your ass cheeks to have more access.

“Shut up−” you mumbled wanting him to shut his trap and fuck your brain out. He leaned closer to your ear the angle making his dick poke against your inner thighs.

“We're too far to go back now” he growled trailing his canines from your neck to yor shoulder.

He shoved himself inside your quivering walls sighing in relief, you felt like your legs were about to give out right there and then.

“how you want me to do it?” he said next your ear wearing his smirk again. “Do it your worst” you teased whimpering. Your hand gripped his as he bottomed out, your face squished on the enormous root

He started to move making you clamp your hands on your mouth to hold your loud cries back. You still weren't adjusted to him so a stinning feeling filled your lower stomach making you squeal.

He pressed his hand on your abdomen feeling the small bulge that formed on it everytime he shoved inside.

Your moans and cries were desperate as the pain was starting to fade away, leaving you drowning into pleasure. He was tugging on your tail while thrusting deep into your clenching walls.

Your tail was still wrapped around his arm for dear life and your moans kept leaving your lips without stopping.

“Ugh− so tight-” he growled leaning closer to you and reaching a deeper spot into you.

You were still trying to hold your voice down but it wasn't going so well. Your head fell to the side and he immediately attacked your neck with love bites.

Your breath hitched as his teeth came in contact with your frail skin. He licked the small trail of blood. “Ao'nung−”

He pushed his abdomen forward hitting that spongy spot into you “taking me so deep- such a desperate whore huh- Y/n” his rasp voice cooed into your ear.

You felt your name falling from his lips, your thighs clenched in attempt to close only to be stopped from his leg stucking between yours.

His hands were holding your waist and pulling you to meet his pelvis, hitting deep inside you. Your breath hitched as he leaned onto your neck thrusting into you harder.

“Shit− yawne−” he breathed heavily as you were tightening his dick making it difficult to move. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge after hearing how he called you.

“-m close” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling the knot tighten and a stinning pleasure burning your abdomen.

Your legs started to get wobble under his touch. He started to grip yor hips harder, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Go on sweetheart” he breathes out holding your waist tightly “cum.” he stated making sure to shove his whole length inside you. “Cum for me”

The knot snapped right away. You came all over his dick screaming in pleasure. If he didn't hold you right now, you probably would have ended up falling on your knees.

Tears fell soaking your cheeks as he continued chasing his release. You felt him throb between your walls making you wince for the overstimulation.

He leaned his forehead on your shoulder and buried himself as deep as he could releasing his load in your insides.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, he exhaled on your neck not daring to pull out. Your legs winced softly.

“You shouldn't− have came inside fishlips” you said between your quick breathing. “Why not? You're gonna be my mate I don't see why I shouldn't have” he said slowly pulling out and leaning next to you.

⇈smut ends here⇈

“You− didn't mean it right?” you said with a slightly sad smile while looking at the water crushing on your feet.

“Oh no. I mean it.” your eyes widen at his words “i see you y/n and i want you to become my mate.” Silence fell on the two of you with only the sound of waves.

“I'll hunt. Wait here” you looked at him as he was already calling his Ilu. “What? No we're supposed to do it together.” you said frowning a bit.

“Don't worry forest girl I'll be back” he smiled placing a hand on his chest as you sounded so worried for him. You just rolled your eyes at him but before you could bite back he jumped in the water.

Time skip

You two eventually got back with a lot of fish. But only 'cause Ao'nung decided to hunt himself letting you sit on the root.

You still didn't talk about what happened to anyone but you were planning on doing that... just not so early.

Currently you were sitting outside your marui pod and let your legs sink in the cold water. You didn't saw Ao'nung since you were back from the hunting session.

You were wondering if it was all just a joke and he was already somewhere making fun of you. You shook your head at the bad thoughts you were formulating.

Right there and then something popped out the water between your legs making you falter. “Hey forest girl” a familiar voice said with an audible smirk through it.

You looked the ocean eyed na'vi float next to your feet. You were ready to bite back when you noticed he had his hair down. Again.

His hair were floating all around, some locks tickling your feet and ankles. You had to admit you were mesmerized by his beauty.

“Too stunned to speak?” he mockingly asked  while placing his hands on the sides of your thighs, on the material where you were sitting on. He pulled himself up with a splash-like sound until he met your eyes.

large droplets of water left his face dripping from his chin or slowly creeping down his jaw. Some of them framed his chest and abs, others his biceps.

He leaned in and kissed you. His lips were wet and cold against yours, warm and slightly dry. You closed your eyes losing yourself into his embrace.

You had to admit he was getting almost as big as his father... And that was a lot. He pulled away leaving your body all wet with the water that dripped from his arms.

“Hey fish lips” you tried not to sound shaky. His grin turned more upwards as a little purr left his throat “well, this fish lips just kissed the breathe out of you tho” he said looking at your reaction amused.

You really couldn't stop blushing. His words will eventually kill you one day.

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[aonungyoufuck]

hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.

[afishmushy]

Luffy = sun god, Law = moon god?

Some long-ass Analysis of this Theory! Enjoy !!

Warning: op manga spoilers ahead

first thing first,

Let us break down Law's name again. I found on Twitter, a translated tweet from a Japanese fan explaining that Law's taboo name isn't actually 'Water' but 'War Tale'.

The word used is ワーテル which is pronounced as "wāteru" and has no direct translation in English or any Language, unlike "水" (mizu) in Japanese. they point out that the same 'word manipulation' that happened to 'Laugh Tale' is applied here.

'war tale' according to Law is a taboo name, and his family for generations has...?

Let's take a minute and look at the Nefertiti family, for example, their duty was to protect the Ponegliffs all these years, also, The Kozuki Family's duty was to write the History on those Ponegliffs. ( there's actually a theory of them having a secret D as well)

Then, what is Law's Family rule? I am guessing something relating to inheriting or maintaining the records of the war that happened in the void century -The Story of War/ War tale- or some sacred wisdom or piece of Information. maybe Law had heard of the name Imu from his parents just like Copra did and that is why they keep their names secret - from Imu, which shockingly, knew Liliy for 800 years, and just now did Imu realize she is a D. So it runs in families?

Let me go back to why I think Law is related to the moon god despite the popular belief that Blackbeard is, in fact, the moon god.

here is Oda's statement for their flower:

Luffy=Sunflower

Law=Queen of the Night

So, these D boys are:

Luffy is the sun, Law is the moon, and Blackbeard is the eclipse and not the moon.

(Credit: @moustawott, on Tumbler)

Let's ponder Egyptian mythology for a sec, The god of the moon, Thoth, he is known for several things that sort of matches Law's actions and Characteristics:

( please notice the blue feather im dying)

Thoth helped the sun god ''Ra'' by providing him with magical spells to overcome obstacles during his nightly journey through the underworld( Luffy+ Law = Marineford).

2. He was depicted holding a writing palette and a reed pen, symbolizing his role as the divine record-keeper and lawgiver(war tale- Law's Family duty).

3. Thoth was also associated with medicine and healing. He was believed to possess knowledge of magical spells and remedies that could cure ailments and protect against diseases ( basically Law).

4. He was responsible for recording the verdict of the heart-weighing ceremony that determined if the person was able to continue on to the Afterlife (final operation theme).

5. in the eye of Hours, the sun is a symbol of good luck& the moon is a symbol of healing powers.

The moon is not the enemy of the sun, they co-exist, the moon is an ally that comes before the dawn. As Law broke the gear of the world in Punk Hazard, and announced the beginning of the new Area, a.k.a beginning of the Dawn.

Maybe Law isn't the moon god himself but he acts like a moon knight at least, since Luffy got to the new world, Law was at his side, as his guide from the darkness to the new dawn ( a bit romantic lol? not my intention really) and what drove Law to save Luffy at the Marineford was his instinct to protect the sun.

Another point is, Law's chest and back tattoos are clearly devoted to Cora, but his arms and hands show a wheel and sun-shaped circles, plus, his jolly roger, which I know is a rip off of doffy to piss him off BUT

when putting those next to each other, makes you wonder, right?

what made me come up with those biased, wild, and crazy ideas is this:

this cross is within a circle, the Solar Symbol cross. ( pointed out by @DawnDuskJapan on youtube, check it out)

the cross representing the rays of the sun and the circle representing the sun itself. It symbolizes life, vitality, and the power of the sun.

The ancient Shandians worshiped a Sun God, and The giants of Elbaf worship a Sun God as well, so maybe, The white city also worshiped the sun god? which Law subconsciously, added those features to his jolly Roger and tattoos.

Let's not forget, Both Law's and Luffy's devil fruits were what the WG wanted THE most.

in the end, I am ok with anyone calling me a nuthead.

[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 7

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pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: use of /yn, cursing, mentions of family death, angst author's note: HIII thanks for all the love lately u guys are the best, i hope this chapter is good!!! i love this one yayy WC: 1761 lowercase intentional !!

monday, april 14th.

my eyes scanned the parking lot for the familiar pair of blue eyes and fluffy brunette hair. i bit my lip in focus before gasping at the feeling of two familiar hands against my waist, turning to the boy and smiling brightly.

"hi, matt." i smiled warmly at him.

"hi, y/n." matt observed my features and hummed to himself before quickly grabbing his backpack off of his back and opening it, pulling out a baby blue hoodie. "you cold? put this on," he stated softly, throwing the hoodie in my direction before he made his way to his car and unlocked it.

i smiled and nodded, slipping on the hoodie and following him to his car.

matt had been taking me to school lately, and i was living for it. today we hadn't planned on hanging out, but on most days we end up thinking of something anyway.

i buckled my seatbelt and turned to matt as he began driving to my house, and i quickly cleared my throat as i looked at him.

"so um.. matt," i breathed, smiling softly.

matt spared me a quick glance before looking back at the road and humming softly in response.

i looked down at my legs and squeezed them together as if to gain some confidence. "i was thinking... maybe we could go to your place today? like.. to meet your brothers.. i'd love to get to kno-"

"absolutely not." matt quickly interrupted me to say, and my heart sank. i noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel as i blinked a few times and frowned.

i had always wondered why matt seemed so close yet so far away. i tried to give him the benefit of the doubt in most cases, but my mind couldn't help but think back on a few specific moments with him.

when he told me he had dropped out.

when he noticed my tattoo.

when him and my dad stared at each other at the dinner table.

i bit my lip as i turned to matt, a few minutes of silence overcoming us.

"is there something you're hiding from me?" i whispered softly.

i could have sworn matt's entire face went pale.

"what do you mean?" he questioned, stopping at the red light before him and turning to me, giving me his full attention.

"i just.. i feel like there's some things i'm confused about, like why you react certain ways or why you keep certain things from me.." i whispered as i cleared my throat. "i just care about you, and i understand if you don't want me to meet your brothers because of a home situation, or insecurities, or-"

"i'm not fucking insecure, y/n." matt stated firmly, slightly raising his voice.

i looked at him with wide eyes before i slowly turned back to look at my lap.

a soft honk from the car behind us was what finally removed matt's gaze from my face.

-

i looked out the window as matt stopped the car outside of my house, and i looked at him. matt's eyes were glued to the steering wheel.

"you don't wanna talk about this at all?" i questioned softly, leaning slightly in front of him.

but matt didn't react at all. instead he turned his head a bit in the other direction.

i scoffed and quickly undid my seatbelt. i got up out of the car and grabbed my backpack, opening the door and slamming it shut.

matt's gaze followed my figure as i walked in front of the car to get to the sidewalk in front of my house, and i crossed my arms as i stared at him through his window. "y/n," he breathed, but i held up my hand.

"save it. when you want to speak up, let me know." i stated firmly before gripping my backpack straps and quickly making my way up the steps and into my front door.

matt simply watched me, his eyes never leaving me or the baby blue hoodie that i had on.

-

"where are you going?" i whispered at the edge of the steps, my eyes burning into my dad as i watched him try to quietly walk out of the front door.

i had been in my room, just staring at my ceiling and thinking. i had a lot of things to think about.

"business trip. i'll be home hopefully by tomorrow or wednesday." he stated softly. "i'm sorry, i meant to tell you sooner-"

"you were just going to leave a note on the counter and leave me to find it. like you usually do." i smiled weakly and shook my head. "have a safe trip." i stated before i made my way back up the stairs.

my dad simply let out a soft sigh before he left through the front door.

-

feelings are hard. i never really understood how they work. i could be feeling so happy in one moment and then within just two seconds, something different could be running through my mind.

my mind wandered as i wondered what matt's home was like, and what his brothers were like. i wondered if they were like matt at all, if they all had a good relationship and if matt were super close to them. he had only really brought up chris and their fortnite endeavors.

i wondered if my dad would really ever truly be there for me in this life, as he always seems to be gone. even since before mom left. while i wish he were here more often, i know he just wants to do what he can to take care of me. and besides, he's really the only family i have left.

i don't know anything about matt's family or his personal life, other than the fact that him and his brother, chris, have probably spent a fortune on fortnite.

i sighed as i rubbed my hands across my face. thoughts continued to soar through my mind as i bit my lip and took a deep breath.

i was still wearing matt's hoodie. his scent really calmed me, even if he pissed me off sometimes.

with a soft groan, i sat up out of bed and rubbed my face. i checked my phone, reading 10:43pm and noticing no notifications or anything new.

damn, i must have upset him.

the pads of my feet carefully made their way to my bathroom as i began to carefully brush my teeth and examine myself in the mirror.

thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

i spit out my toothpaste and looked at myself again.

thoughts, thoughts.

i closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

thoughts...

i put away my toothbrush and gritted my teeth, quickly making my way to my dad's office.

i knew i was alone in this house, i knew my dad was on a trip, but i still slowly and carefully pushed the double doors opened and took a few steps inside.

i had been in this office a couple of times, but not enough to know where anything was.

i carefully stepped towards the office desk and gently ran my fingers against the dark wood as my eyes continued to scan the place.

books, wood, papers, cork boards, thumbtacks, dim lighting, hints of green...

i turned to the desk at some papers that my fingers came in contact with and blinked a few times, gently lifting them and allowing my eyes to scan over the page.

my eyebrows furrowed as i read a few names that were unfamiliar to me. i quickly moved to sit behind the desk in my dad's chair and glanced over the loose sheets of paper before eagerly opening some of the drawers and searching them.

my eyes quickly focused as i read my mom's name on a sheet of paper, my movements all coming to a halt as i read the words beneath.

"DECEASED - TOO WELL-INFORMED - DEEP INTO INSIDE INFO."

my heart sank. my hands shook. my eyes scanned each paper within the same filing folder, begging for more answers. but all i could find was the same logo inked on my body.

with a few more minutes of searching, i grasped a few more papers and shut each drawer before quickly going to my room and shutting the office door behind me, tears streaming down my face.

-

no pov

matt's eyes were glossy. his face remained blank.

"dude, are you sure everything's alright?" chris asked, sitting down beside matt on the couch as he looked at him worriedly.

matt simply shrugged before he turned to chris. "small argument." he breathed before he turned to the ceiling. "she thinks i'm hiding something from her." he mumbled as he sighed. "i don't want to mess things up with her, i want her to be happy, no matter how this all started." matt whispered as his voice cracked towards the end, and chris's expression softened. he gently moved to rest a hand on matt's back, gently rubbing up and down soothingly.

"i know that you two will talk it out and things will be okay." chris smile reassuringly. "just give her some space. women will be women," he breathed, earning a smack on the arm from nick, who had frightened both of them.

"don't even say that, chris." he stated softly, taking slight offense. chris rolled his eyes as he turned to matt.

matt just stared between the two as he wrapped his arms around both of his brothers and took a deep breath.

"i love you guys." he whispered.

matt knew he didn't tell them enough, but he truly had no idea where he would be without the two.

bzzt. bzzt.

matt quickly pulled away and picked up his phone that had her name written on the screen.

he jumped to his feet and answered, a bright smile on his face.

"y/n! hey, i'm sorry about earlier, i was just moody, and i would love for you to-"

"matt, it's fine i don't care-" she quickly stated, soft breaths leaving her mouth as she sounded like she was rushing around. "i need you to pick me up, i need to get out of here."

matt's eyebrows furrowed as he got up and made his way towards the kitchen, grabbing his car keys and going to the door. "right, yeah. everything okay?"

"i'll explain when you get here, please just-" her voice broke. "please just get here soon," she practically begged, making matt's heart break.

"i'll be there shortly. wait for me."

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[mxnsterbabe]

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A new rock band is taking yoru city by storm, their identities hidden behind masks and personas. You seem to know the lead singer already.

The concert venue buzzed with energy. You stood with your friend, squeezed into the crowd, everyone around you eager and excited. The stage loomed ahead, hidden in shadows, promising something incredible. 

When the lights dimmed, the crowd gasped. Voices hushed, replaced by the thumping of your heart. You leaned forward, trying to see. Nocturne Eclipse—the band everyone was talking about. They were a mystery, hidden behind masks.

The first notes of the song cut through the darkness, sending chills down your spine. Lights flashed, revealing four figures in dark, gothic outfits. Their masks were eerie and beautiful. The lead singer drew your eyes. He moved gracefully, his voice powerful and haunting. 

“Welcome!” he shouted, voice crackling through the microphone. “Let’s have some noise, hmm? I hope everyone has a great night!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. Beside you, Melanie tossed dark braids over her shoulder and gripped your arm, face grinning.

As the first song played, you felt it in your bones. You’d never been a fan of rock, but the deep thrum of the bass and the lead’s rough, scratching vocals itched at the back of your brain.

That voice tugged at something deep inside you, a distant memory. You’d heard that voice before; not at concerts, but in your own garage back in college. But that was impossible. Right? 

His mask slipped a bit; and before he could fix it, you caught a flash of a black neck tattoo. A giant hornet curling around his ear. 

Your breath caught. It was him.

Your friend nudged you, snapping you back to the present. You couldn’t look away from the stage. The band’s music was mesmerizing, the crowd swaying as one. For you, everything narrowed to that one familiar face.

The song ended in thunderous applause, but you barely noticed. Your heart raced. As the band started their next song, you pushed through the crowd, desperate to get closer.  Melanie called after you, but you didn't stop.

You reached the stage’s edge, a barrier separating you from the band. You watched, transfixed, as he sang. For a minute he stuttered, mask tilted down to look at you.

Security was tight, blocking your way, but you didn't care. You shouted his name, your voice lost in the noise. He was right there, so close. He looked at you for a moment longer than the rest.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped your arms, pulling you back. Security. 

"Hey! I know him!" you shouted, trying to break free, but firm hands curled around your arms and yanked you away.

The guard shook his head. "Everyone thinks they know the band. Calm down."

"No, you don't understand. I actually do know him!" you insisted, voice rising in desperation.

The guard's eyes narrowed. "You're crazy. Go home and sleep it off."

"I'm sober!" you protested, but he was already dragging you toward the exit.

Outside, the cool night air hit you. The guard released you with a final warning glance. You stood there, heart pounding, mind reeling.

Moments later, your friend darted out of the venue, eyes wide. "What the hell was that about?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "The lead singer... he has the same tattoos as Maddox."

"Maddox?" she repeated, brows furrowed.

"Yes. Maddox. My ex-boyfriend — who died in a car crash a week before graduation four years ago," you said, your voice breaking.

Her eyes widened, disbelief mingling with the realisation of what you were saying. The night air felt colder, the reality of your words sinking in. Maddox was alive, but something was terribly wrong.

Melanie sighed and said, “maybe we should go home.”

She guided you to her car, her touch grounding you as you both slipped into the seats. The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between you. You stared out the window, trying to piece together the fragments of what you'd seen.

"I'm sorry for cutting the night short," you said finally, breaking the tension.

Melanie glanced over at you. "Don't worry about it. I'm just concerned. Maybe he just has a similar tattoo and you're... freaking out over nothing."

You shook your head, the memory of that night vivid. "I was with him when he got that tattoo. It was his twenty-first birthday. It was custom. I would know it anywhere."

Melanie didn't reply immediately, focusing on the road ahead. Soon, you reached your flat. The familiar surroundings should have brought comfort, but your mind was still racing. You both went inside, the warm lights of the living room casting a soft glow over everything. Melanie headed to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove.

She made tea, the ritualistic clinking of cups and spoons soothing in its normalcy. You watched her, your mind still grappling with the impossible reality.

"Melanie," you began, your voice low, "what if Maddox is... like you?"

Melanie paused, looking up at you. Her expression was a mix of sympathy and seriousness. "Being a werewolf won't bring someone back from the dead."

You sipped your tea when she handed it to you, the warmth spreading through you, but it did little to ease the cold knot of fear and confusion in your chest. If Maddox wasn't a werewolf, then what was he? How was he alive after all this time? 

Melanie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It has to be a coincidence. It can't be Maddox."

You nodded, trying to convince yourself. "Yeah, you're right." You finished your tea, but as Melanie flipped through channels, settling on a light-hearted show, your mind kept drifting back. The tattoo could be a coincidence, but his voice? That was Maddox’s voice. You’d never heard the band live before and never made the connection, but hearing him in person… there was no doubt in your mind.

The evening wore on, and you listened to the TV drone. Melanie laughed at something on the screen, but you barely noticed. 

Finally, you sighed and stood up. "I'm going to bed," you said softly.

Melanie looked up, concern still evident in her eyes. "Alright. Try to get some rest."

You nodded and made your way to your bedroom. The familiar space felt strange tonight, the shadows seeming darker, the silence heavier. You changed into your pyjamas, the fabric soft against your skin, and climbed into bed. The hum of the TV in the living room was a faint comfort, a reminder that you weren't alone.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, the night's events playing over and over in your mind. Eventually, exhaustion pulled you under, and you drifted into a restless sleep, your dreams haunted by a voice you thought you'd never hear again.

***

The next morning, you woke to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groggily, you reached over to your nightstand, squinting at the screen. A missed call from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, you played the voicemail.

Your heart nearly stopped. It was Maddox's voice, clear and unmistakable without the din of a concert hall. "I need to see you. Meet me at thirty-two Yarrow Street. Noon." The call ended abruptly, leaving you staring at your phone in disbelief. You tried to call the number back, but it wouldn’t go through. It was as if he had called and then immediately blocked your number.

You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to process. It was silly, maybe even dangerous, but you had to know the truth. You scribbled a quick note for Melanie, explaining you had to step out and would be back later. You left it on the kitchen table, hoping she’d see it soon.

Grabbing your keys, you headed out, the address looping in your mind. You plugged it into your sat nav, and it led you through winding streets and unfamiliar neighbourhoods. Your mind raced with every turn, each passing moment bringing you closer to answers—or more questions.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of an old warehouse. The building loomed large and foreboding, its windows darkened, its structure showing signs of age and neglect. You parked the car and sat for a moment, staring at the imposing facade.

You stepped out of the car, the cool morning air hitting your face as you stared at the old warehouse. The building's structure seemed out of place, a relic of the past nestled in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. You hesitated for a moment, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you, but curiosity and a desperate need for answers propelled you forward.

The warehouse door creaked as you pushed it open. To your surprise, it wasn't locked. You stepped inside, your footsteps echoing in the vast, dimly lit space. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, you took in the surroundings. The interior had been transformed into a makeshift home. 

There was a living area with mismatched furniture, a battered sofa, and a low coffee table cluttered with empty bottles and crumpled papers. A messy kitchenette occupied one corner, dishes piled high in the sink, and a faint smell of toast and jam lingered in the air. It was run-down, far from the glamorous lifestyle you’d expect from a new, popular band.

As you ventured further inside, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Your heart pounded in your chest as a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in a hoodie that obscured his face. He paused.

"Hi," the man said, his voice soft and familiar. 

Your breath caught in your throat. There was no mistaking it. It was Maddox. Despite the hoodie concealing his face, you knew it was him. He seemed different, shy and hesitant, nothing like the confident, enigmatic figure you’d seen on stage.

"Maddox?" you whispered, taking a tentative step forward.

"Where are we? How are you alive?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope. "What happened to you?"

Your questions tumbled out, one after another, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. Maddox stood there, his expression pained but resolute. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. 

The hug was unexpected, and for a moment, you stiffened in shock. Then the familiarity of his embrace washed over you, and you melted into him. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feeling of being held by him once more. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold onto the sensation, the reality of his presence grounding you in the here and now. The questions still swirled in your mind, demanding answers, but for this moment, you let them fade away. 

His hold on you tightened slightly, and you felt the subtle tremor in his hands. 

"I have answers," he said softly, “but can we just stay like this a bit longer?"

You nodded, hugging him tighter. His embrace was comforting yet strange. Maddox had always been a bigger guy, a regular at the gym with a solid build. Now, he felt too thin. The broad shoulders were the same, but you could feel his ribs through the fabric of the hoodie. It sent a chill down your spine.

When you finally pulled away, you caught a glimpse of his eyes beneath the hood. They were deep set and black, so different to the bright, warm hazel eyes you remembered. The sight made your heart ache as you pulled away.

Maddox guided you to the makeshift living area and sat you down on the worn sofa. He sat next to you, his posture tense, hands clasped together tightly. He seemed nervous, a far cry from the confident, vibrant man you once knew. 

"I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to leave you... but I had to, for your own safety."

Your heart pounded in your chest. He took a deep breath, the words seeming to cost him more than you could imagine.

"Four years ago, I died," he said, the statement hanging heavy in the air. "You know that, obviouslyI don't remember much from the accident itself, just that everything went black. Then... I woke up in the morgue. I scared the owner half to death when I came back on the table."

Your mind struggled to process his words. It was surreal, like a nightmare you couldn't wake from. Maddox's eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding.

"I don't know how I came back," he continued, his voice breaking slightly. "All I know is that I did. I wasn't the same. I’m... different now. It took me a while to figure out what that meant."

He paused, looking away for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I found others like me. The band... we're all like this, more or less. We’re a family now. It's the only way we've survived, by sticking together."

The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of his confession pressing down like a physical force. You reached out, placing a hand on his knee, grounding yourself in reality.

"What happened to you?" you asked, your voice trembling. "How did you become... this?"

Maddox shook his head slowly. "I don't have all the answers. I wish I did. All I know is that I died and came back. The others—my bandmates—they have similar stories. We don't know why or how, but we're trying to make the best of it."

You looked at him, seeing the pain and confusion etched into his features. It was clear that he had been through hell and back, and the journey had left scars deeper than the physical.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Every day, I missed you."

Maddox reached out, taking your hand in his. "I missed you too. Every single day. I think about you all the time, the things I would have done differently if I’d known this would happen.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotional floodgates breaking. The pain of his loss, the confusion of his return, and the fear of what it all meant—it was overwhelming.

He squeezed your hand, his touch a lifeline in the storm of emotions. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly. "I’m sorry. Would it have been better if you never knew?"

You shook your head, squeezing his hand in return. “No, God no. I’m glad I know the truth.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. His skin was cold. "Can I see you?" you asked, your voice trembling with both fear and determination.

Maddox hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in his dark eyes. "I don’t look like I used to," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t even look human."

You nodded, your resolve unwavering. "I want to see you."

Slowly, he reached up and pulled back the hood. His black hair fell across his face, streaked with pure white. He was thin, almost gaunt, with sunken eyes. They were entirely black, save for a faint blueish glow in the center.

He looked at you nervously, waiting for your reaction. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of rejection. Instead of recoiling, you felt a surge of desire—love, longing.

Without thinking, you lurched forward and kissed him. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through your entire body. His lips were cool against yours, but you didn’t carel. You poured everything into that kiss—the years of pain, the longing, the relief at finding him again.

Maddox’s initial shock melted away as he responded, his hands moving to cradle your face. He kissed you back with a hunger that mirrored your own, a deep, aching need. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if afraid you might disappear again. You could feel his desperation, his need to hold onto this moment, to make up for lost time.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the now unfamiliar contours of his body. It didn’t matter. He was still Maddox, still the man you loved.

When you finally pulled away. Only you were breathless. Did Maddox even need to breathe?

You stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of the man you once knew. Despite the changes, despite the inhuman features, the essence of Maddox was still there.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were tears of relief, of joy. "I don’t care what you look like," you whispered, your voice breaking. "You’re still you."

Maddox’s eyes softened, a small, grateful smile playing on his lips. "I’ve missed you so much," he murmured.

You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. 

You kissed him again, slower this time, savouring the moment. You slung a leg over his, tugging him close, and rested your head against his shoulder. 

He held you tightly, his touch both familiar and foreign. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "For my cold skin, for being... well, this."

You lifted your head to look at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I like it," you replied sincerely. "This new you has its own charm. Besides, you're still Maddox. That's all that matters."

He looked at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, then pulled you even closer. You buried yourself into his side, feeling his steady, if slightly abnormal, heartbeat. 

"It's funny," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "You were right in front of me this whole time. The band is one of Melanie's favourites. I mean, she loves Embers too — but you’re definitely top three."

Maddox chuckled, a sound that was both familiar and comforting. "Yeah, I’ve been keeping an eye on you from a distance."

You looked up at him, seeing a hint of the old Maddox in his expression. The tension in his features seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of tentative happiness.

He sighed, a contented sound, and kissed the top of your head. "It's been so long since I've felt anything close to normal," he admitted. "Being here with you... it feels like coming home."

You smiled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. "It feels like home to me too."

You nestled closer to Maddox, your head resting against his chest as you watched him from the corner of your eye. The changes were undeniable. His teeth seemed sharper, peeking out slightly when he spoke. His fingers were longer, more slender, giving his hands an almost skeletal appearance. There was a subtle wrongness to his features, a hint of something not right.

You found yourself strangely drawn to these changes for reasons you couldn’t place. They were a part of him now, a part of the new Maddox. Despite his worries, you didn’t find it gross or repulsive. He was still as beautiful as you remembered.

He shifted slightly, his arms tightening around you, as if he sensed your thoughts. "I know I look... different," he said, his voice hesitant. "You don’t have to sit so close if you don’t want to."

You looked up at him, your gaze steady. "I don’t mind," you insisted softly. "It's different, sure, but it's still you. I love you, Maddox, no matter what you look like."

He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're something else, you know that?"

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Can I meet the rest of the band?" you asked, curious about the people who had become his new family. "I want to know everything about your life now."

Maddox hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Maybe," he said slowly. "Beneath the masks and the band getup, some of them look... way worse than I do.."

You shook your head, undeterred. "I don’t think I care," you said firmly. "If they’re your family, then I want to meet them. I want to understand your world."

He studied you for a moment, searching your face for any sign of doubt. When he found none, his expression softened. "Alright," he agreed quietly. "It might take a while for them to warm up to you."

You nodded, understanding the caution. "I’ll take my time," you promised. "I just want to be a part of your life again, Maddox. All of it."

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "And I want you to be," he whispered. "More than anything."

Maddox pulled out his phone, typing quickly. You watched him, the familiar lines of concentration etched into his face as he messaged the group. Moments later, his phone buzzed with a response. He read it, his expression shifting slightly.

"Jaehyun isn't thrilled about me telling you," he said, glancing at you. "Though they'll meet with you if I insist."

You grinned. “Great, I can’t wait.”

***

A few days later, the moment finally arrived. You sat with Maddox on the worn sofa, curled together for comfort. Maddox’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your arm.

"It’ll be okay," he murmured, sensing your anxiety. "They’re cautious, but they’ll come around."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The seconds ticked by slowly until a soft knock echoed through the warehouse. Maddox squeezed your shoulder before standing to open the door. Jaehyun stepped inside, his presence imposing even in the dim light.

Jaehyun removed his mask slowly; he was even more gaunt than Maddox, eyes sunken and pale. His skin was grey and withered, pulled too tightly across jutting cheekbones. 

He was an unsettling sight, but you kept your expression steady, determined not to show your nerves.

"Jaehyun," Maddox greeted, motioning him inside. "This is her."

Jaehyun stepped forward, his eyes scanning you critically. For a moment, you wondered if this was a test, a challenge to see if you could handle the reality of their world. He held out a hand, skeletal fingers extended in a gesture of introduction.

You took his hand without hesitation, shaking it firmly. His grip was cool and surprisingly strong. "Nice to meet you," you said, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

Jaehyun studied you for a moment longer before his tense expression softened. "It's nice to meet you too," he replied, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone with such a daunting appearance.

Relief washed over you as the initial tension dissipated. Maddox returned to your side, pulling you back into his embrace. Jaehyun took a seat across from you, still observing but with a hint of curiosity rather than suspicion.

The three of you sat in silence for a moment, the atmosphere slowly easing. Jaehyun's acceptance was the first step, and you could feel the barriers beginning to lower. 

"You know," Jaehyun said, breaking the silence, "Maddox talks about you a lot. Always going on about how he wished he could speak to you again. I’m glad he had the chance.”

You smiled, the warmth of his words helping to dispel your lingering nerves. "I'm glad, too. I’m sorry if… if me insisting on meeting you guys is annoying or anything.”

“It’s fine, you seem like the good sort. Stick around long enough, and you’ll see we’re not so bad. Just a bit... different."

The tension in the room eased further as Jaehyun relaxed, leaning back in his seat. You glanced at Maddox, and he squeezed your shoulder.

The door creaked open, and the last member of the band entered. They moved with a quiet, almost hesitant step, immediately drawing your attention. This newcomer, who must have been the drummer, was markedly different from the others. Their face was a gaunt landscape of heavy scarring, the skin tight and withered. Their arms were exposed, revealing a more gruesome sight—several fingers were missing, and the ones that remained were elongated and claw-like.

Juni’s eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead they flicked around the room before landing on you only briefly. They seemed to shrink back slightly, clearly uncomfortable and unsure.

Maddox stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Juni’s shoulder, and gently guided them into the room.

"This is Juni," Maddox introduced softly.

Juni shrugged off Maddox’s touch and wandered over to linger behind Sloane, their posture tense. The contrast between their somber presence and Sloane’s vibrant energy was striking.

You took a deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Hello," you managed, your voice steady despite your own nerves.

Juni’s gaze met yours for a fleeting moment before they looked away, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment. 

Sloane chimed in with a cheerful tone. "Don’t mind Juni, they’re just a bit shy," he said, his grin wide. "Trust me though, they’re the best drummer you’ll ever hear."

Juni’s lips curled into a small, appreciative smile, though they remained close to Sloane, still wary. You could see the effort it took for them to be here.

Maddox returned to your side, pulling you close. His lips brushed against yours in a brief, tender kiss. His breath tickled against your skin and you smiled.

"Get a room, you two," Sloane teased, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Maddox rolled his eyes but smiled, his hand squeezing yours. "Now that you’ve met everyone, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. The room grew quiet, all eyes on you, waiting for your response.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, glancing around at the faces before you. Jaehyun, eerie eyes boring into yours; Sloane, so welcoming; and Juni, nervous but undeniably gentle. They were an unusual group, but somehow they all just fit together.

"I'm glad you found a family like this, Maddox," you said finally, your voice steady and sincere. "People who understand you, who you can rely on. If you’re all willing, I’d like to be a part of it too."

Sloane's face lit up with delight. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed.

Maddox’s eyes softened, and he pulled you in for another kiss. He cupped your cheek, put everything into that kiss and it left you reeling. 

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were grinning.

"Welcome to the family.”

[firstkanaphans]

okay but the way sand IMMEDIATELY went to kiss his way to ray's tattoo the minute he had ray on his back seemed so...intentional 😂 why does it feel like sand 100% caught that tattoo at some point (maybe while changing ray into new clothes?) and it has lowkey been on his subconscious this whole time? very akk-coded of him hahaha

Oh, Akk would be so proud! I love the idea of Sand seeing that tattoo while taking care of Ray's drunken ass and thinking, "I don't know where, I don't know when, but one day, I am going to kiss that tattoo."

Alternatively, I also kind of love the idea that First just spends way too much time on the internet and knows exactly what the people want. I mean, it's not like we've been begging for it since The Eclipse or anything 😂

Funnily enough, I had "Sand kisses Ray's tattoo" on my OF bingo card and then took it off because that's how much I did not expect it to happen. I was so woefully unprepared for this show. Lord help us all.

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When the Kids are Away

Kinktober Day 12 - Jake

Jake/Human!Reader, mentioned Jake/Reader/Neytiri

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Dom!Jake, Sub!Reader, Sir Kink, Spanking, DILF Jake, Bondage, Breeding Kink

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t you wanna have some fun?” Jake persists, asking me for the seventh time. 

“No, you idiot. You’re always too impatient to prepare me properly.” I snap, getting sick of this conversation.

“What if I promise to prepare you more this time? Do it just like Tiri does it.” He bribes.

A snort slips out of my mouth, “I’m gonna tell Tiri you said that. No one can do it like Tiri.”

Jakes's hands went up in surrender, “Don’t I know it, no one out matches our Tiri with that tongue of hers.” 

I walk over and wrap my arms around Jake’s waist, “I miss them,” I sigh.

Jake holds me in his arms, “I miss them too. I know they just left to visit Mo’at, but a three-day flight, with a week-long stay, and then the flight back, that too long for us to be separated.” 

“Stupid rules. I want our kids back and Tiri back.” I tried to hold back a whine.

“We still have 13 days left, baby.” 

I let loose a dramatic whine, “I’ve never not had the kids with us! Even before I mated with you and Neytiri, I watched the kids! I’ve never gone a night without the kids in the same room!”

“I know, baby, I’m thinking the same things. The marui is too quiet.” Jake rubs my back.

The breeze of the ocean, the crackle of the fire pit, and the creaking of the marui floors. There are no sounds of chatter or bickering. No Spider showing me the new Metkayina armband he had made and the healing from his tattoo. No Neteyam telling me about his day, as I teach him some olf human weaving. No Kiri chatting to me about the creatures she had seen today. No Lo’ak explaining the new fishing technique he learned or bemoaning about Aonung. No Tuk showing me the new necklace she had made that day, telling me about the friends she had made. I want my babies back! The burning of tears pricks at my eyes.

“Oh, baby girl. It will be okay; they’ll be back soon and tell us everything they did. They’ll talk through the eclipse and into the next sunrise. We’ll have to beg them to stop.” Jake kneels so he can hold me tighter, pulling my face into his neck.

I chuckle even though it sounds wet, “I know, and I know I’m being dramatic, but I don’t know how to do this right now.” My hands travel up, wrapping around his neck and holding his locks.

“That's okay, we’ll both figure it out. Maybe we can go for a ride on my tsurak, and go for a swim after?” He murmurs into my hair.

I look up from under my lashes, “Ride to our island?” I ask.

Jake’s tail swishes in delight, but his voice is calm. “Yeah, we can go to our island. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

I smile up at him, “We haven’t had enough time for us to go out in a while, with Neteyam healing and getting Spider accommodated. Although that kid adjusted better than all of us here.”

Jake groans from the reminder, “I know, seriously, he was not the kid I thought I’d have to beat suitors off with a stick.”

I laugh at his plight; watching him pop up like a daisy terrifying Spider’s admirers has become one of my favorite pastimes. However, I can’t help but wonder, if Jake is like this with his son, I can’t imagine what he’ll be like with Kiri and Tuk.

“Ha ha ha, I’m glad you find this funny. Now, I wouldn’t be laughing at the person who’s gonna take you for a ride.” Jake smirks.

“Okay, okay, it’s seeing you be overprotective over our kids. It turns me on a bit,” I admit with a sly grin.

Jake cocks an eyebrow, his expression matching mine, “It turns you on, baby? What else do I do that turns you on?”

“Well, when all the kids were little, and you’d cradle them in one arm, I’d see your biceps flex while holding our baby so tenderly.” I started.

“What else?” He noses my neck.

“When that creep in the scientist lab started paying too much attention to Kiri, you beat the ever-living shit out of him. That was like an aphrodisiac straight into my veins.” 

“That’s what that was about? I just thought you and Neytiri started without me.” Jake laughed. 

“Oh, we did. But our foreplay was me telling her everything you did in detail.” I whisper.

“Oh fuck, my girls are naughty.” Jake moans.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t love it. I believe that night you came more times than you ever had in one night. We worshiped you that night.” I tugged his locks as he nibbled on my neck.

“You did. Now I think it’s time I returned that favor tonight.” Jake attacked my neck with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses that dominated the whole side of my neck.

 I gasp from the pleasure, loving my neck being played through. Jakes's lips and tongue lavish my neck with attention as he sucks the skin into his mouth, undoubtedly leaving a purple mark on my neck. Jake’s hands grasp my hips, just his two hands wrapped around my waist and touched. I love the way he makes me feel so small. 

Jake’s enthusiasm continues as he trails down to my breasts, covered by a na’vi chest covering designed to also work as a bra, holding my breasts in place while woven in the traditional Omatikaya style. I couldn’t keep Netiri off of me, and Jake wasn’t subtle about how his slit was open whenever he saw my breasts. 

Jake grunted in frustration, not liking his pursuit being hindered. So he ripped it off of me, stones, beads, and shells scattered across our marui.

“Jake!” I gasped, ignoring the heat in my loins, “That was the one I had just finished! Made from materials of the Awa'atlu waters!” I bemoaned all my hard work for nothing. 

Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll just hold them with my hands. You won't need another covering again.” Jake grasped my breasts, one in each hand, and his lips found my nipple without hesitation. 

I arched my back, thrusting my chest into his face as he sucked on my nipple. I pull Jake’s head to my chest, tugging on his locks. 

“Oh, that feels good,” I moan. 

Jake bites my nipple in response. His other hand wasn’t idle, rubbing, pulling, and tweaking the other nipple. 

“Jake want more.” I gasp.

“More, baby? More what? You got to use your words.” From here, he switched breasts.

A blush erupts over my body, “Please, Jake, my pussy.” 

One lone finger travels down my core, gently caressing through the tweng I wear, “Like this baby?”

I groan from his teasing, “Jake, don’t be a fucking tease,”

Smack! Jake’s large hand slapped my ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” Jake growled, my ass stinging from his strike.  

“Please, Jake-”

Smack! Burning pain flowing through my ass.  

“That’s not the right name,” His voice low.

“Please, Sir, I need you in my pussy!” I beg.

“Good girl,” One of his long finers slips under my tweng, covering the digit in my slick, his thumb circling my clit. 

“Sir, please, need you.” I roll my hips, grinding into his fingers.

Jake’s long finger entered my cunt, the single digit bringing a burning pleasure. Long, thick, and stretching me so much already, but he just leaves it there unmoving.

“There you go, baby, I’m inside you.” I didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking, using his other hand to stop my hips from moving. 

“Sir!”

“What? I did exactly what you asked. I’m even playing with your clit. Aren’t I so good for you?” Jake’s teeth latch onto my ribs, sucking the skin into his mouth. 

“Please, Sir, I want your cock.” I ask sweetly.

A booming laugh erupts from Jake as he backs off, his fingers leaving me, “You told me that I don’t prepare you enough. So no, baby, you don't get my cock.”

Running to Jake, I grasp at his tweng, unable to reach farther, “No, please, Sir! I was being a brat! Please punish me so I can have your cock!” I desperately beg, my eyes wide.

But I find no sympathy in his, only dark amusement, “Oh, I’ll punish you for being a brat. But you made yourself clear; you don’t get my cock until Neytiri returns and can prepare you herself.”

“No, please, Sir,” I beg one last time. 

Smack! My ass was turning red just from the three hits. “That enough.” He finalizes, “Take off your tweng and lay on the table. On your front and hold the top of it.” 

“Yes, Sir,” I mope as I drag myself over. 

Smack! Another hit to my ass, “Don’t fucking drag your feet, you asked for this.” 

I quickly rushed to do as Jake said, not wanting to make my punishment worse. I haul myself onto the eating table, the cool wood bites into my nipples. I grab the top of the table as I stretch my legs out flat. Jake lets out a pleased hum as his hand gazes across my body. Once he reaches my wrists, his hand takes them into his hold. Grabbing a piece of my broken top, Jake binds my hands to the loop carved into the table before grabbing two more parts of the broken top. Jake soon leaves my vision as he goes behind me, his large hands pushing my thighs apart. Jake takes his time as he binds each of my ankles to the table. Bearing me to him and the marui. 

“Now, ain’t this the perfect view. “ He admires. 

A whine left me embarrassed from being this open. 

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.” Jake settles on the other end of the table, fitting himself between my thighs, “Now you’re gonna be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, voice muffled from the table.

Jake’s hands reach up and trail along my thighs, his nails leaving marks in their wait. “I fucking love your ass almost as much as your pussy.” His hands grope my ass, squeezing tight, “Now, about that punishment, you were pretty bratty earlier, but I know you’re upset, so I’ll let you get away with it this time.” 

Smack! Another hit on my ass; one hand is big enough to cover both globes. 

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t spank this gorgeous ass. It’s one of my favorite things to do: watch it turn red and watch it move with each hit. I remember all those years ago when you begged Tiri and I to spank your ass. Fuck that was of your best ideas.” Jake enuncated with another spank.

With a harsh thrust, Jake fully seated a finger inside me.

“Oh! Fuck!” I shouted in surprise as he continued a thrust harshly.

Jake chuckles under his breath, deep-sounding, “That feel good, baby? I like having you scream on just a finger. So fucking tight.” Jake quickly adds a second one.

“Sir! Big, it’s big, Sir!” Trying to hump back onto Jake’s fingers.

Smack!

“Keep that ass still, and take what I give you!” He snarled.

Smack!

“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!” I cry over the pleasure.

“Fucking good girl,” Jake said lowly.

I could barely hear what Jake said over the sounds coming from my pussy, the wet squelching noise loud with the thrusts of his fingers. Hearing those lewd sounds come from me makes the fire burning in me grow. 

Jake taunted, “You want another finger, baby? Need me to stretch your little pussy wider?” 

“Please, Sir!” 

Smack!

“Words, baby, use your words!”

Smack!

“I want another finger, please, Sir!”

A third finger quickly joins inside, Jake never stopping his fast tempo. Moans spill from my lips, my breath skipping from the power of his thrusts. 

“P-pl-please!” I beg, not sure for what.

“Please what babygirl? You gotta ask properly.”

Jake’s fingers rubbed and pressed on my g spot. He hit it every trust-in and scrapped his fingers on it every time he left. I don’t know what I want. All I know are his fingers and the way he makes me feel.

I scream out my frustration and pleasure, “Ple-please! D-don’t know! Please, Sir!” 

“Don’t know, hmm? Then let sir take care of you. Come on, say it.” Cockiness eases through his every pore. 

“Ple-Please! He-lp, me, Sir!” I sob.

The pleasure becoming too much, and the pain in my ass adding to the tightening in my core. Jake stands, leaning over the side, his fingers never leaving my cunt, but this position lets him go faster, harder. 

“Okay, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.” With that, he thrust in his pinky.

“Oh fuck! Please!” I arch the best I can, wanting more of the stretch.

“Please, Sir! Need your cock! Please!”

Smack!

“I told you no! That’s final!” Jake growled out.

“Please! Want your cum! Want a baby! Please give me a baby!” 

“Oh fuck,” I hear Jake whisper.

Then nothing. His fingers were ripped from my cunt, and Jake walked to my front, his hand holding where his slit was under his tweng. Jake kneels in front of me, kissing me soundly, full of passion.

“You want a baby? I’ll give you a baby.”

[simplydnp]

Hmm you seem smart(?)

If I was to get a DnP inspired tattoo serious or funny what would you suggest?

dying at the 'smart (?)' 😂

also honoured you asked me bc i am feeling extremely impulsive rn and am either cutting bangs or getting a tattoo in the next bit so i have been Thinking about tattoos okay

serious

dan: an eclipse & stars - or a quote from him (WAD, BIG, or otherwise. depends on your vision for it. i'm a big fan of wad's thesis: maybe we're all doomed, but first, you get to live (although definitely confirm the words before committing))

phil: try new things - genuinely, even though he's shifted from the branding a little, its a great sentiment and isnt 'obviously' a dnp tattoo if you're looking for more subtlety

dnp: i'm sure there's an artsy way to put a 'd' and 'p' together that looks cool

funny

dan: 'stress reaction' - tongue in cheek, can apply to getting a tattoo at all, and a lovely reference to him saying it in the creepy mind of phil lester.

phil: capita£ester

dnp: cat whiskers are a classic, depends if you see it as funny or nostalgic. otherwise don't cry, craft. (looking up cursed dnp quotes gave me 'i know you milked my cow danny fire' so. could do that i guess 😂)

apologies for it mostly being words/phrases. theyre floating in my head bc theyre what i want, and also, i cant visualize so images don't come to mind at first. even if you don't go with one of my suggestions, let me know what you decide! tattoos are cool

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Rosyln

[Jacob Black] X [Reader] 

One shot

Prompt: Unwilling Imprint, ANGST

Pronouns: I tried to be gender-neutral but I may have messed up a few times. 

TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND GORE. Read at your discretion. A little bit of mommy issues lmao. (laughing through the pain rn) 

Notes: I don’t have the best grasp on what phones were like in the 2000’s so it’s probably inaccurate. Jake is fine y'all please don’t call paw patrol. JUSTICE FOR LEAH CLEARWATER. A little bit of simping for her because idc she's gorgeous and I love her. 

I realized that the timing for this is a little confusing, so its supposed to take place in like the middle of New Moon but I wrote that Seth and Leah had already shifted, which doesn't happen until eclipse so pls ignore that.

THE FUCKING TITLE HAS BEEN SPELLED WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME ITS ROSYLN NOT ROSLYN

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Jacob Black had made it clear he didn't want me in his life anymore. Those last words I had heard from him burned themselves into my memory, into my very skin.

"It wasn't supposed to be you." 

I cringed and tried to sink into the bed further, but the mattress wouldn’t let me in. My eyes traced the shapes in the popcorn ceiling of my room, and I tried desperately to think of anything else. Making shapes out of nothing—and stories to go with it. Yet my mind seemed to somehow circle back. Everything seemed to remind me of him. And the last time I saw him. 

The rain pounded against the steps of my front porch, drenching my clothes in muggy water. The deafening sound almost tore me away from the boy in front of me. But he wasn't the boy I knew before. He was taller, bigger, and much meaner. He said nothing for a moment, he just stared at me. I couldn’t read his expression—it was many things all at once. There seemed to be some sort of realization, then confusion, and then hatred. A burning hatred that made me want to shrink away from him. It made my skin crawl. I was suddenly very aware of the way my clothes now hung to my skin, the rainwater adding an extra pound or two.

He shook violently, his breath hitching. His eyes darted around like they were searching for something.

I hadn’t expected him to change so drastically in the two weeks I hadn’t seen him. His long, dark hair was cut short. His formerly lanky figure looked like that of a man twice his age. And his dark skin bore an intricate tattoo located on his right shoulder. It was the same tattoo Sam had. Sam, the man he apparently hated.

"It wasn't supposed to be you."

That was the last thing he said to me, before storming away. Into his truck, and out of my life. 

It hurt to think about it, I tried to convince myself that it was somehow my fault. That I had said or done something wrong. Something so vile that it would make him hate me enough to leave. But why would he be so angry with me? I had called him, I called Billy. I even tried calling Charlie. No one would give me a coherent answer. Charlie was the only one willing to give me anything. Saying something about how Jacob and Bella had gotten into a big fight, and she was receiving similar treatment. But to know that he had at least had contact with her while having ignored me completely. It stung. It made my skin crawl, and I felt a burning sense of rage. But it was overshadowed by guilt. Maybe it was my fault—or was it selfish to assume that everything in his life revolved around me?

I felt tempted to call Bella. It seemed like she knew the most about whatever had Jacob acting this way. I bit my lip, weighing my options. Bella and I were never close, I knew that Jacob liked her. Jacob liked her a lot—I bit my lip a little harder at that thought. I hated the way he would swoon whenever she breathed in his direction. How he would trip over his feet trying to please her. And yet he couldn’t take the hint that she didn’t want him. And she refused to let him go. Wrapping him around her finger and leading him on, only to pull back as soon as he got his hopes up. I stared at my phone, I had Bella’s number saved somewhere deep within my contacts. The last time I had actually used it was weeks ago when I tried to be friends with her—she had denied my advances of course. I reached for my phone hesitantly. My heartbeat quickened slightly. Would she even answer me? Was it rude to try and talk to her just so I could ask about Jacob? Especially while they were fighting? My finger hovered above the call button. I pressed it quickly, it was worth a shot. 

The phone rang for an uncomfortable amount of time, enough for me to start regretting my decision. But before I could chicken out and hang up, Bella answered. She didn’t sound too great. Her voice was slightly hoarse, and it wobbled a bit. It sounded like she was forcing the words out of her mouth.

“Hello?” She answered. It took me a second to remember what I had called her for, though I should have expected this from her. She was almost in the same situation I was in. Almost.

“Hey Bells,” I used the old nickname we had for her when we were kids. I hoped that the friendliness would maybe help convince her to spill the beans about Jacob. “I don't want to pry into your guys’ business, but what's going on with Jacob?” I tried to sound like I was just mildly curious, forcing the worry out of my tone. But I didn't have time to explain my reason for asking before she cut me off.

“He's just not feeling well.” She spoke fast, too fast for me to understand at first. The words jumbled and rushed, slowly connecting in my mind. Not feeling well? He seemed fine to me. 

“Oh,” That couldn't be all that was wrong. “Did he say if he was sick?” I questioned. I wanted to drag this conversation out. I wanted to pry as much information as I could from Bella. 

She paused on the other side of the phone—I desperately wanted to know what was going on inside her head, to hear what she was keeping from me. There was no way she didn't know more than what she was leading on. “Uh, he said it was Mono. Yeah, he got pretty bad Mono recently so you probably won't see him for a while.” She spit the words out fast. Stumbling over them like the way she stumbles through life. I knew for certain that he did not have Mono. That was the biggest load of shit I had heard since Jacob told me he “didn't have a crush on Bella”. People got Mono from kissing someone else with it, and I knew that Jacob wouldn’t have kissed anyone but Bella. And she was apparently Mono-free.

“Oh that’s awful, when did he get it?” I asked. I had no idea whether or not she knew about my recent encounter with Jacob. Only her answer would tell. 

She panicked for a second. “Um, I think it was three weeks ago. Yeah! Three weeks.” She sounded more sure of herself the second time she said it. Bingo. 

Bella had always been a bad liar. She’d stutter over her words more than usual, and she’d start to get antsy the longer the lie went on.

“Huh, well that really sucks. If you get a hold of him could you tell him I hope he feels better soon? I haven't been able to contact him.” I didn't plan on telling Bella about Jacob's midnight appearance. She didn't know, which meant she didn't need to know. 

“Yeah, I will.” She sounded eager to hang up, so I put her out of her misery. I tossed my phone back onto the bed. And began to calculate my next move.

Bella had no idea that I had seen Jacob, so she had no idea that I was certain he was not sick at all. Sick in the head maybe, but he seemed physically healthy to me. Jacob stood in the pouring rain with no problem, in a sleeveless shirt might I add. And showed no signs of any kind of sickness. From the sound of it, Bella knew he wasn't sick. It was painfully obvious that she was trying to cover for him. I had to come up with some plan of action. I needed Jacob to talk to me. It wasn’t fair that Bella was allowed to know everything while his “best friend” wasn’t. 

I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled from my mouth. This wasn’t going to be easy. I had no idea where he was, and I knew no one was going to tell me. I could beg Billy to tell me what was going on, he could only handle so much of my puppy-dog eyes before he cracked. I could march my way to Sam’s house and demand to know everything. Both plans of action sounded terrible. It felt selfish. I wasn’t really owed anything, it felt wrong to demand that they tell me their secrets. Maybe once I found out I’d wish that I’d left it alone. Stubborn as always, I decided that I was going to find out. You can’t just shut someone out for no reason and then be upset when they want to know why. 

I reached for the stale glass of water on my bedside table and knocked back a large gulp. I cringed at the funny taste. My thoughts flew a mile a minute. I came up with a new plan of action. I was going to go to Jacob’s house and wait for him there. He couldn’t stay away from his house forever and I was willing to wait as long as it took. He would talk to me, whether he liked it or not. 

I marched to the other side of my bedroom and rifled through my closet. I picked out the first outfit I found, and threw on a jacket. I snatched my keys and marched to my front door. I didn’t care who I had to ask, I would figure this out. There was no way Jacob was getting rid of me so easily. The puddles on the pavement splashed violently as I stomped through them, soaking through the crevices of my shoes and dampening my socks. But I was too preoccupied to care. The car door creaked from the force that I opened it with, I threw myself into the driver's seat and slammed it shut again. I flinched from the loud noise. I need to slow down a bit. I inhaled, closed my eyes, and relaxed my shoulders. I shouldn’t be driving in such a state. I pried my eyes open and started the car, reversing out of the driveway once I heard the roar of the engine. 

The long roads that led to the reservation were more familiar to me than the back of my hands. I had driven there so many times, for as long as I could remember. It hurt to think about every other time I had been here. When things weren’t so complicated. When it was Jake and me against the world. Without Bella. I bit the inside of my cheek, focusing on the pain from that instead of the tears threatening to spill. Breaking down crying while driving was not the best idea. I didn’t need to add a hospital visit and a wrecked car on top of all of the other shit going on in my life. I focused on my breathing, and not crashing the car. With every landmark, I knew I was getting closer. It wasn’t long before I was turning down the road that led to Jacob's house. A cozy, barn-esque house. Where I shared some of my most cherished memories. Though the memories were slightly bitter now. I parked the car in his driveway. Billy Black was sitting on the porch, his eyes bored into my very soul, and I fought the urge to avoid them. He huffed and wheeled himself back into the house.

I shoved myself out of the car and marched up to the front door. I pounded on the stable wood, he wouldn’t ignore me too. Billy swung the door open, looking frustrated and concerned. 

“He isn’t here [Y/N]. I’ll tell him you stopped by.” He turned to close the door again. It hurt to have Billy turn me away. I had never felt anything other than welcome in his home, but I was treated like a stranger now, he was treating me like a girl scout. I grabbed the door before it could close. 

“Then I’ll wait here for him,” I said in the sternest tone I could manage. It killed me to be rude to Billy. But I kept my guard up. I couldn’t show any sign that I would back down.

Billy sighed but made no move to let me in. He glanced behind him into the house, then back at me.

“I hate to do this to you kid, but you really can’t be here right now.” Billy looked me in the eyes again. His tone was stern but comforting. But I couldn’t give up so easily. 

“Why not? Why won't anybody tell me what’s going on?” I was more desperate this time, my faḉade dropping. It took everything in me not to start hysterically screaming.

Billy cringed, it hurt him to shut me out. He obviously knew what was going on with his son but something was stopping him from telling me. He looked up at me again, opening his mouth to speak. But his eyes caught something behind me, and he stopped. I turned around. A red truck pulled into the driveway. Jacob sat in the driver’s seat and huffed when he saw me. I looked next to him, of course, Bella was with him. She bit her lip, and blinked way too many times, looking between me and Jacob. He stepped out of the truck and walked to the other side to open Bella’s door for her. He was just pouring salt on the wound at this point. The pair walked toward me, I opened my mouth to yell at Jake, but he walked right past me, Bella in tow. Billy looked disappointed but said nothing. Bella looked back at me with a look that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. It almost looked like sympathy, but there was venom to it. Not quite a glare, but not friendly. I scoffed. Who does this girl think she is?

“Hey!” I shouted. Jacob paused, his shoulders tensed. But he didn’t turn around to look at me. “What is your problem?” I continued, “What am I not good enough for you anymore? Not cool enough to hang out with you and your new friends?” This went much more calmly in my head. A lot less accusingly. Jacob still refused to look at me. But Bella did. She walked toward me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“[Y/N] I really think you should leave.” Bella insisted, but I shoved her hand off of me. I was even more frustrated that she had the audacity to tell me what to do after she tried to lie to me earlier. 

“No! I’m not going anywhere ‘till he explains himself! He has no right to just cut me off.” I yelled, more at him than her. But she still flinched, and I felt a little bad. Jacob spun around now, jumping at the chance to protect Bella. He got in my face and pushed Bella behind him. 

“Don’t you dare yell at her.” He glared at me. He shoved me back a bit, the force almost sent me flying, but I held my ground. 

“I’m not yelling at her, I'm yelling at you, Jacob. Funny how you only speak to me when you want to protect her. And what the hell does “It wasn’t supposed to be you” mean?” I got right back in his face, confronting him about his last encounter with me. His eyes widened slightly, and he glanced back at Bella. She furrowed her brows and looked at him.

“Jake, what are they talking about?” She held onto Jacob’s shoulder and tried to turn him towards her. But he didn’t budge, only turning his head to look at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Bells.” The nickname made me want to barf. Wasn’t she dating that Cullen guy? Oh right. The Cullens had packed up and moved town a few months ago, the whole town had been so worried about Bella since she was so in love with Edward. I had felt bad for her too, her depressive episode was all too familiar to me. Though it seemed she had moved on and sunk her claws into Jacob now. Suddenly I wasn’t too sympathetic toward her. 

“He didn’t tell you?” If he wouldn’t, I would. “He showed up at my doorstep in the pouring rain and told me the most cryptic bullshit I’ve ever heard, before disappearing out of my life!” I shouted. It seemed I had called out to some weather god because a light rain began to fall on all of us. But no one made any move to take shelter. At least this was more dramatic now. 

Bella looked confused but didn’t press any further. Jacob turned to me again, he looked more frustrated than mad now.

“Look [Y/N], just go away. If I could tell you I would. But you shouldn’t be here right now.” Jacob started to shake, he wasn’t wearing that thick of clothing, so he was probably cold because of the rain. He turned to walk away again, but my hand shot out on its own to grab onto his shoulder. Woah. I was wrong, Jacob wasn’t cold at all. He was hot to the touch. It almost burned. 

“Holy shit!” I pulled my hand back, and he turned around frantically, my cry alerting him. “Jacob you’re burning up! I think you need to see a doctor or something.” I looked down at my hand, thankfully it wasn’t burned, only a slight red tint was left behind. Even though I was mad at him, I couldn’t help but worry. As much as I try, I’ll never be able to hate Jacob. I looked up at him, my ‘angry face’ was gone now, a look of worry taking its place. His eyes softened for a moment. His shoulders relaxed, before tensing back up again. His gaze hardened, and he huffed. 

“Go.” Was all he said, before turning again. He ushered Bella to follow him, leaving his arm around her shoulder. I stomped forward again and slammed my palm onto his shoulder. 

“Hey! I’m not leaving without an answer, Jacob Black. If you think you can get rid of me that easily you are stupidly mistaken.” I let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of my sentence. Nothing was funny about this but I couldn’t help myself. Jacob shook more, and his breathing sped up. He let go of Bella and looked at me.

“I am not going to tell you again [Y/N].” He emphasized each word, “Leave now, for your own good.” For my own good my ass.

“No Jacob, not until you tell me WHY.” I emphasized my words, mimicking his. He shook so hard I was afraid he would combust.

And then he did.

Within a split second, the sounds of clothes tearing filled my ears. And I felt something tear at my arm. I was flung back from the force of it, landing on the muddy ground. White hot pain shot through my entire right side. I felt something warm run down my arm, contrasting with the cold rain surrounding me. But my focus was still caught on what was in front of me. Jacob was gone, replaced with a reddish-brown wolf. It was the size of a horse. Way bigger than any normal wolf should be. My mind felt fried. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some horrible dream or some hallucination. But the pain in my arm told me that this was all too real.

 The wolf, presumably still Jacob, snarled and growled for a moment before its eyes caught sight of my arm. I looked down. I could barely see anything past the amount of red. It was my blood. The flesh was torn, ripped almost to shreds. Exposing the pink mussel beneath. I caught a small bit of white. Bone. My breath was rapid. The air entering my lungs burned, it felt like they were trying to rip open. I shook. It took everything not to start screaming. I was in shock. This couldn’t be real. 

I looked back up at the Jacob-wolf. His ears flew back, and he shook and backed away slightly. His brown eyes, eyes I knew too well, flickered between my face, and my arm. His tail tucked between his legs, and he ran. With incredible speed, he ran into the forest. My ears rang.

 All I could hear was the pounding of the rain and yelling. I heard yelling from all sides. A woman’s voice. And a few different male voices. I heard something thump on the ground across from me. But as my vision blurred, I was unable to make out what it was. Or, who it was. I felt something pull me from the mud. Two large hands grabbed me and held me tight. I was pulled into someone's arms, and I felt us move. The heat was almost unbearable. It was suffocating. I wanted to pull away. To be left on the ground. But I couldn’t pull together the strength to do anything. I felt oblivious to the world around me. Everything was blurry, and moving both too fast, and too slow all at once. I could make out only some of the words I heard around me. Most were panicking. But over all of that, I heard a calm voice yelling orders. I heard more clothes ripping, and two more giant figures ran into the woods. After Jacob. 

I heard that same voice from above me, it was calm and reassuring this time.

“Everything is going to be okay [Y/N], we're gonna get you some help” It was distinctly Sam. I knew that tone. It was paternal, it was gentle. But it felt so firm, so firm that I believed every word of it. I let myself relax. Black spots entered my vision, everything was blurry again, and then there was nothing. 

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The faint sound of beeping woke me, the shrill noise scraping against my ear canal.

I groaned. My everything hurt. I squeezed my eyes further shut, trying to block out the bright light that threatened to burn my retinas. 

My opened my eyes reluctantly as I heard footsteps come through the door. Sam’s large figure came through the doorway. He looked calm, but his brow was slightly furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it again. He looked down for a moment, almost like he was having a conversation I couldn’t hear. Sam inhaled deeply, before stepping towards me. His heavy footsteps resonated through the nearly silent room. The only other sounds were the beeping of the machines next to me. He stepped cautiously towards me, before sitting down in the chair next to my bed. I looked at him anxiously. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t know how. There was no way I could explain what I had seen without sounding insane, “Why yes doctor, my best friend turned into a wolf and mauled my arm. No biggie though.” I bit the inside of my cheek nervously, but Sam gave me a knowing look that calmed me slightly. His look told me he could understand the silent words I was trying to speak. 

“How are you feeling?” Sam’s commanding voice vibrated off the walls. I didn’t know how to answer, I assumed he was asking about my arm.

“Fine, the doctors gave me a bunch of meds to make it hurt less so I’m mostly just numb now-”

Sam raised his hand to stop me.

“No, no. How are you feeling.” He emphasized the word. He didn’t mean my arm. It was clear that he wasn’t going to try and cover up what I had seen. I knew there wasn’t much I could say to him. If anyone were to overhear me talking about my friend turning into a giant wolf and scratching my arm, they’d ship me off to the psych ward without a second thought. I bit the inside of my cheek. For a moment, I refused to meet Sam’s gaze. His eyes were intense—they always were. 

I tried to think of an answer for him. But I just couldn’t put what I wanted to say into words. He seemed to understand my frustration, and he sighed. 

“Look kid, I know that this is going to be hard to understand, but it's time you know the truth.”

I perked up at this. Finally, they were going to tell me what was going on. It only took a traumatizing and unexplainable experience, and my arm getting fucked up to make it happen. Worth it.

We sat there for what felt like hours, as he explained to me the deep, and extensive past of the Quileute tribe's history. How they could turn into wolves, and it was their duty to protect humans from vampires. He also told me about where Bella fit into all of this. The Cullen boy she was dating was part of a family of vampires. And, by proxy, she was now involved with the pack too. But everyone in the pack was sworn to secrecy. And that's why they couldn't tell me. Sam being the alpha made his word law. So they had no choice.

I felt guilt bubbling inside my chest, I was so mad at Jacob and the others for not telling me. But they couldn't whether they liked it or not. It felt like someone was grabbing at my heart and squeezing it. I felt so selfish, so arrogant. I demanded that they tell me everything, and then got myself hurt. I felt so bad. 

Sam gave me a sympathetic look, it was as if he understood without me having to speak a word.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, we would have had to tell you anyway.” I looked up at that. But he paused.

“Why?” I asked. It was hard to find the words I wanted to say. I felt like I had so many questions, but forming them together in a coherent manner was impossible. These drugs were fucking with my head. I noticed that the lights were a bit fuzzy now. 

Sam looked away and contemplated for a moment. But when he looked back, it was obvious he wasn't going to explain himself. Why does everyone have to be so cryptic all the time? 

“I think Jacob should tell you himself,” Sam spoke with finality. There was no wiggle room to try and pry anything out of him. 

I sighed. But I didn't try to push any further. I was exhausted. Taking in so much information was hard, especially while I was barely awake. Sam smiled at me and stood. He towered over my bed, making the giant machines look like children's toys. This explains why the Quileute men are all so big. 

“I'd better let you rest kid, just come to the reservation whenever you're ready.” He smiled and made his way out. 

I sunk back into the firm hospital bed. I ran through everything in my head again. Vampires? Werewolves? What other ghouls should I be worried about? Will I run into a troll the next time I cross a bridge? 

I couldn’t pull together the energy to really care at the moment, the only thing I cared about was going back to sleep. I glanced down at my bandaged arm, moving it slightly, and wincing. I sighed, and relaxed my whole body. I tried my best to ignore the beeping, and clamped my eyes shut. I shifted slightly, and felt a jolt go through my entire right side. I grumbled and settled back down, being more weary of my arm this time. I rolled my eyes, this was going to be a long recovery. 

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It took a week before they let me out of the hospital. But the stitches in my arm would take way longer to come out. And I wouldn't even be fully healed for a few months. 

They gave me fresh clothes since mine were basically ruined. I had to wear a shirt that was way too big for me, and shorts that went down to my calves. My socks were a bright yellow, and the worst texture I’ve ever felt, with grips on the bottoms. This sucked. Stupid Jacob. Stupid wolves. Stupid me. 

My mother helped me to the car, but I nudged her away slightly. My arm was hurt not my legs, I could still walk on my own. I half-expected her to try and carry me to the car.

I wasn't allowed to drive while my arm healed, obviously. But at least I got time off of school, and off work. At least one good thing could come out of this mess.

But having so much time on my hands gave me too much time to think. And of course, my mind went to every bad scenario that could happen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I didn’t know how I was going to be able to face Bella. She had seen everything. But I couldn’t really find it within myself to hate her any less. Hate feels like a strong word, but I can’t think of any other word to describe the way I feel about her. It felt like she had ripped my best friend away from me, and left a gaping, burning hole behind. But was it entirely her fault? He chose to leave me, for her. But at the same time, she didn’t make any move to stop him. I sighed. Obsessing over it wouldn’t change anything. My mom glanced at me from the driver's seat. I could see her reflection through the window, as I stared at the beautiful scenery. The rain cast a thick fog across the forest, giving a gray tint to the world around it. My mom's eyes scanned my face, before quickly bouncing back to the road. 

“What’s wrong honey?” 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So many things were wrong. Jake was gone, my arm is fucked, and I’m way behind on my homework. What was I supposed to tell her?

I sighed, “I just… I just miss Jake.” That felt right. It was the truth, but not in its entirety. 

She grimaced, “I know sweetie, but… when people get older, they tend to drift apart. Maybe it’s just time to let Jacob go. Maybe make some new friends?” She always got over things quicker than I did.

“No. He’s my best friend. I can’t lose him.” But what would I do if I did? It was entirely possible now. He had his new wolf friends and… Bella. A shiver of anger rushed through me at the thought of her. 

“I know it’s hard but-”

“No! I-” I cleared my throat. I didn’t mean to yell at her. “No, I- I won’t lose him.” 

She didn’t respond, she continued to stare at the road ahead. The large pine trees cast a thick canopy above us, rainwater pouring through the gaps in the branches. I sighed and tried to relax. All this stress was bad for my health. I didn’t need to have a full breakdown and end up back in the hospital. 

  The pine trees gave way to a small path on the side of the road. I caught a glimpse of brown fur vanishing into the foliage. I gasped lightly, which alerted my mother.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt your arm? You’ve got to be careful with those stitches in! And how did you even-” I cut her off before she could start ranting.

“No, no everything’s fine I just thought I saw something in the forest. Like a bear or something.”

Smooth [Y/N].

She looked hesitant, I couldn’t tell if she believed me, but I prayed she wouldn’t push me. I guess lady luck finally decided to cut me a break because my mom sighed and focused on the road again. I wanted to yell for her to stop the car. I wanted to jump out and chase after him. I didn’t care if I was injured, or if I could get lost in the forest. I wanted nothing more than to just at least talk to him. But after… the incident… would he even want to see me? I held back a sob. 

As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I shoved myself out of the car. I needed to be alone for a bit. My mom waited a bit to get out, trailing behind me a few steps. I stood on the porch, waiting for her to unlock the door. 

  Memories flashed at me in waves. Pieces from my childhood, when Jacob and I would play in the grass, or draw in the driveway with our chalk. When Jacob would pull in with that loud ass truck after school to complain about all the homework he had. And when he struck the final nail into the coffin that was now our relationship. I cringed. Everything would remind me of him now. Ghosts of my past would haunt the hallway. Phantoms of what I had lost. My mother didn’t bother to hide her concern. I’m sure I looked like a mess right now. My hair was unkempt, my eyes dark and sunken in, and my skin drained of its warmth. I felt like a shell of my former self. A ghost walking amongst the living, trying to blend in. I sniffled and shook it off. I didn’t need to scream my anguish to the world. As far as they were concerned, everything was fine and dandy. I let myself in as soon as the door opened, and made a bee-line for my bedroom. I ignored the memories, and my mother when I was asked what I wanted for dinner. I let my legs give out and fell onto my bed. Just inches away from crushing my arm. I sighed, and ran my good hand over my face, trying to wipe the stress away. 

  I had no idea how long I lay there. Staring at the ceiling, without even bothering to make shapes in it this time. My phone rang, and my computer pinged. But I made no move to check either. Nothing went through my mind. It felt like time was moving at breakneck speed, and I was stuck. Unmoving. I was catatonic. I felt myself going through my nightly routine, showering, brushing my teeth, and taming my hair. But none of it registered. Like an automated machine. I was on autopilot. When I lay back down, I hoped to just pass out immediately. I should be exhausted. And I should be happy to be able to sleep in something other than a hospital bed.  But I felt nothing. Something was missing and I knew it. 

  But minute after minute of laying there, I felt myself start to drift off. Maybe when I woke up, everything would have fixed itself. 

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I was running. Branches and bushes whipped around me, scratching at my arms and face. They caught onto my clothes as if they were trying to slow me down. But my feet carried me through the thick forest. I heard howling, and the sound of something running. But they didn’t stop me. I had to keep going. But what was I running towards? I didn’t stop to think, I kept moving. But I was quickly halted, as a huge, black wolf appeared from the trees in front of me. I stopped as fast as possible, losing my footing and sending myself onto the hard ground. I scrambled back to my feet quickly, without taking my eyes off the wolf. It was as big as Jacob was when he turned into a wolf. More wolves emerged from the forest surrounding me. I could see now that I was in a small clearing, only a few feet big. I turned around, ready to make a run for it. But as I did, I came face to face with a brown wolf. This one was closer than the others. And its eyes bore into mine, nothing was threatening about this wolf. It took a tentative step towards me, and I stepped back. It bowed its head and continued to approach me. But before I could move, its head snapped back up. It growled and snarled. The wolf took a step back. It wasn’t looking at me anymore, but something behind me. I didn’t have time to look before the wolf pounced. Jumping high above me. I screamed and ducked. And then, I was in my room. 

  I sat up in my bed, panting and sweating. My heart was beating so fast, I feared it would fly out of my mouth. I tried to slow my breathing, I wasn’t in the forest anymore. I was home. I was safe. It was a dream. A really weird dream. I fell back into my bed. 

It was clear to me now that the brown wolf in my dream was Jacob. The reddish-brown fur, and the deep brown eyes I had known my whole life. But what did it mean? What was behind me? Why did he attack? Maybe it was just a weird dream, maybe it had no meaning. I assumed that the first wolf was Sam, it seemed a tad bit bigger than the others, and it just felt like it commanded authority. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I rolled over to my bedside table and grabbed at my phone, eventually, my hand made contact, and I turned it towards my face. I recoiled from the intensity of the phone's light, my eyes having been adjusted to the dark. I squinted, 2:45 a.m. Great. It’s not like I was going to school in the morning, not while I was healing. So I could just go back to sleep. But what if I had another weird dream? I could only handle so much weirdness at a time. 

  The door to my room slammed open, and I flinched at the sudden sound. My mother stood in the doorway, still clad in her nightclothes. She looked frantic, and her eyes studied me. 

“What happened?! I heard you scream!” My mother yelled, breathless. I guess when I screamed in my nightmare, I must have actually screamed. That was kind of embarrassing. 

“Oh sorry. I had a nightmare.” I looked at my hands, they were shaking still. My mother sighed a breath of relief, but when she looked back at me, she was concerned. 

“Honey, what’s wrong? You still won't tell me why you were in the hospital, and now you’re having night terrors? Why can’t you just tell me?” Her voice started to waver, I knew I was hurting her by not telling her.

  It pained her to see me like this, but since she didn’t even know what was wrong, she was unable to help me. I felt so bad. But I knew I couldn’t tell her, Sam had sworn me to secrecy, and I wouldn’t betray his trust. Or the pack. 

  I didn’t really know the boys too well, of course, I knew Embry and Quil, as they were Jacob's other best friends—I didn’t know if I was even considered his best friend anymore, it felt weird to call myself that. After… everything. So of course I knew them well enough. But after the whole shift, and then Bella's situation. We grew apart. 

  I blinked, snapping myself back to the present. I think I just made mom more concerned. 

“It was a dog. I saw some stray dog and I was gonna give it some food, but it attacked me.” I lied, I had to make it up on the spot. She didn’t look convinced, but I’m sure I looked rough enough for her to leave it be. She sighed, and gently grabbed the door handle, contrasting to how she had slammed it just a few minutes before. She glanced at me, before shaking her head and leaving. I sighed, relaxing my shoulders and flopping onto my bed. I thought back to the pack. So many of them were so young, too young to be fighting vampires. I thought back to Embry and Quil. Quil still hadn’t shifted, but Sam told me that they knew he would soon. I thought about how much Embry had changed. I didn’t even really talk to him anymore, but any time I saw him he just seemed different. I glanced at my phone. I probably still had his number somewhere. Maybe I should call? I still had plenty more questions about the pack. Why did they cut their hair off? Why did they go through a growth spurt that drastic? Why was Jacob so mean now? I held my phone in my hand and hovered over the call button. 

“Hello?” Embry’s distinct voice echoed through the silent room. I almost forgot what I was going to say, he was still so different, but he sounded the same as he did before shifting. Into a werewolf. The word felt wrong. Like it wasn’t the right way to describe them. 

“Uh hey, Embry. I’m sorry did I wake you up?” I tried not to stutter over my words. I had completely forgotten what time it was. I felt bad for waking him.

“Oh hey [Y/N], no it’s fine I wasn’t asleep yet.” Embry’s voice picked up in volume. The tired tone from his voice had vanished, leaving the excited boy I was familiar with. 

“I uh, just wanted to ask you a few questions.” It wasn’t like that’s the only reason I called, but it must have sounded like it. Because Embry sounded upset like he audibly deflated. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course, uh go ahead.” His enthusiasm from before was lost. 

“No! No! I wanted to talk to you too, I didn’t just call for that. It’s just that since I know about you guys now, I can really talk to you again.” I reassured him.

I could hear him perk up at that. “Oh! Of course! Well uh, what’d you wanna know?” 

We talked for a long time, and he told me a lot more about the Quiluete boys. How their hair translated to how long their fur was, which seemed stupid to me. That their bodies had to rapidly grow to accommodate their new wolf abilities. But when I got to my third question, Embry stopped. He didn’t answer when I called his name. But in a few seconds, he shook out of it.

“Oh uh, well, Jake’s been going through a lot more hormones than the rest of us, and he… He uhm…” He stuttered over his words, it was painfully obvious that there was something he wanted to tell me. But something was stopping him. I’m getting pretty sick of people being all cryptic and keeping shit from me. “He’s just, well… I don’t think I should be the one to tell you.” I was quickly reminded of my conversation with Sam in the hospital. 

“So who should I ask?” I was getting frustrated at this point, but I didn’t let it show through my tone. After all, it wasn’t Embry that I was upset with. 

“I think you know the answer to that [Y/N].” Embry finished. Before I could say anything in retaliation, he said a quick goodbye and hung up the phone. I glared at my phone as it flashed CALL ENDED across the screen. I resisted the urge to chuck my phone across the room in anger. Breaking your phone is counter-productive [Y/N]. I went back to my contacts, gazing at one familiar number. I shouldn’t call him so late.

Waiting overnight and thinking about what to say is probably the smart decision. But I didn't doubt that he would ignore my call anyways. At this point he probably had me blocked. I didn’t know if I should be mad at him for that or not. I was calling excessively, and that was bound to get annoying at some point. I thought about going back to his house, and waiting there for him to show up. But that didn’t go too well last time. But if I was calmer this time? My thoughts trailed off. I thought about every scenario possible. I thought about every possible way he could try and dodge my advances, and I thought of ways to make sure that he couldn’t run away from me. I don’t know when I managed to fall back asleep, but sooner than I thought I had drifted away. I was ready to face my problems. Tomorrow. 

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“Come on, get your lazy butt up.” My mother barged into my room, ripping the blanket off of me and shaking my shoulders. I winced from the cold air hitting my newly exposed skin and tried to pry it away from her. “Wake up, you have a visitor.” That woke me up. My thoughts raced, was it Jake? Embry? Bella…

 I heard a voice from the other room, “It’s okay Ms. (L/N), I could just come back later.” 

Bella. 

I sighed, slumping back down into my bed. I let my entire body go limp, hoping that I could somehow mold into the mattress and avoid all of my problems. But unfortunately, reality came like a harsh slap to the face.

“No, it’s fine hun! I’ll have them up in just a minute!” My mother called back, making a promise that I really didn’t want to keep. 

I groaned into the pillow. My mother grabbed my shoulders again and started to pull. After a couple of seconds of pulling and tugging, I gave up and sat up fully. 

“There you go. Now get dressed, we’ll be waiting in the living room.” My mother chirped and flitted to the doorway. “And fix your hair. You look like a mess.” She threw out one last comment on my appearance, shutting the door before I could respond. I sighed, did she expect me to wake up with perfect hair?

I shook off the last of my blankets and forced myself out of bed. I stumbled a bit, letting my legs get used to the feeling of walking again. I dragged myself around my room, grabbing whatever clothes I could find. To be honest, I was tempted to go out in my pajamas, was Bella really worth the trouble of getting dressed? I contemplated it for a minute, but I knew my mother would chew me out as soon as I stepped out of the door. I got dressed sloppily, not caring if I looked presentable or not. I ran my fingers through my hair, taming it as much as I could. I tied it back, hiding most of the mess. I didn’t bother with shoes. 

I carefully opened the door, trying to refrain from making too much noise. I slowly shut the door and made my way down the hall on light feet. I rounded the corner into the living room, my mother's back was turned, but I had a clear view of Bella. She didn’t look too much better than me, but it was clear she had at least tried to hide it. Her hair was tied back, but the chunks that framed her face had escaped. Her eyes were dark, with deep bags hanging underneath. Her clothes were too big for her, hanging off of her small frame. I felt big just standing next to her. I felt like if I walked by her too fast she’d crumble. Her emotional state didn’t seem much better either. A small frown permanently occupied her light pink lips. Her eyebrows perpetually furrowed. I almost felt sorry for her. 

It only took a moment for her to notice my presence, she looked up and gave a half-assed smile. I formed my lips into a tight line, I could be civil. But she was on my turf. It’s free range here. I smiled a little more at that thought. I made my way to the couch where my mother was sitting and plopped myself next to her. 

She pushed me away slightly, “You’re sitting too close.” She murmured.

 I made a show of scooting to the other end of the couch, exaggerating my movements as much as possible. She scoffed and looked back to Bella. Her expression brightened drastically as she looked at the girl across from us. Way to make it subtle Mom. 

“So what brings you here Bella?” My mother chirped, she took a sip from her mug without breaking eye contact. Bella squirmed under my mother's intense gaze, fidgeting with her fingers and the hem of her jacket. 

“Oh uh, I hope it’s not too much trouble but I’d really like to talk to [Y/N] alone.” She stuttered. She avoided eye contact with me entirely. I hoped that I was intimidating her. 

My mother deflated as if she was hoping that Bella was here for her. No doubt I would get a lecture later, ‘You should be more like Bella! She’s so much better than you in every way blah blah blah’ etcetera etcetera. I rolled my eyes and shifted around. 

My mother straightened again and smiled at Bella. “Oh of course honey! Why don’t you two go to [Y/N]’s room?” I snapped my head toward her, my room? It felt wrong to let Bella in there. As if she was trespassing into my domain like she was tainting my sacred grounds. I huffed, and my mother shot me a deadly glare. I winced and lowered my gaze. I held back a sigh as I pushed myself off the couch, gesturing for Bella to follow me. As soon as my back was turned, I grimaced. She shuffled behind me, watching her every step. Like she was afraid she’s break something if she stepped on the wrong floorboard. I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well I was the same way. 

I shoved my door open and waved my arm in front of me in a ‘ladies first’ motion. She gave an awkward smile and walked in. When she was far enough into the room I walked in after her, shutting the door behind me. Every inch of my body was screaming. Screeching for me to shove her out, to get her out of my room. My brain itched and scratched, I wanted nothing more than to scream at her to leave. I smiled, at her and gestured toward the unmade bed. 

“You can sit down.” I tried not to sound upset about it. Her sitting on my bed. 

She glanced at the bed and hesitated. But she didn’t sit down. She continued to stand in the middle of the room. She bit her lip and blinked too many times. 

“Oh, it won't take that long.” She started, “I just… wanted to talk to you about what-” she paused, “What happened.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. And I grimaced, taking a look at my arm. I chewed the inside of my mouth, debating my response. 

“Oh yeah… That.” Wow. Absolutely amazing. 10/10 conversational skills [Y/N]. 

It was silent. Neither of us dared to say anything. Bella opened her mouth for a moment, presumably to say something, but she closed it just as quickly. I shuffled my feet, taking notice of the fact that I wasn’t wearing any socks. Kind of weird to have my feet out right now. 

“It’s fine.” I blurted. “My arm I mean, it’s healing all right.” I clarified. 

“That’s good. It was uh, pretty bad…” She trailed off, grimacing as she remembered that night. I thought about it too.

I felt tingles run down my arm as my skin remembered the feeling. The feeling of being torn open, the warm blood coating my skin and clothes. Lying on the wet ground with my former friend in front of me. My stomach lurched, and I resisted the urge to double over and empty my guts on Bella’s shoes. I shook my head, shaking the thought away. 

“Yeah. But I’m getting better so.” I gave an awkward confirmation, was this all she came for? She could have just called or something. 

“Um, [Y/N]... I dont mean to pry but…” Oh god, here we go.

“How are things with you and Jacob.” She asked shyly, shuffling her feet and picking at her fingernails. 

I knew this question was coming. I guess it was only fair she wanted to know, but something in my gut told me that it wasn’t just innocent curiosity. I sighed, thinking about my answer for a moment. 

“We haven’t spoken since then.” Putting it bluntly seemed like the best idea. I didn’t know if there was a way to sugarcoat it, but I didn’t bother to try anyways. Bella tried and failed, to hide her excitement. I guessed that was the answer she was hoping for. She tried her best to hide the way her back straightened, and her eyes lit up. But as always, Bella was a shit liar. 

I gave an awkward smile. 

“It’s fine though, I think it’s best to just give him some time before I reach out again.” I ignored the shiver that ran down my spine. I tried to ignore the way that she deflated a little. Maybe she was hoping that I would never speak to him again. She smiled and took one last look at me. Before she politely excused herself. Hopefully to leave my house altogether. As soon as the door was closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. And let myself fall back onto my bed, being careful not to land on my arm this time. I stared at the ceiling. I find myself in this position a lot huh? Whatever. Going back to sleep sounded really good. 

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I was only aware of the events that took place in the next few days secondhand. And surprisingly, I made a new friend. 

As usual, the sky was covered in a thick layer of clouds, creating a blanket over the trees. And the air was moist with the promise of rain. I walked briskly, I was completely out of snacks and that would just not fly. What was I supposed to eat? Real food? Absolutely not. 

The posters covering the walls of my favorite convenience store brought a smile to my face. The door opened with a loud ding, alerting my presence to the man behind the counter. A sweet old man smiled at me through bushy eyebrows. His big handlebar mustache moved up with his smile. 

“Hey, Mr. Barker!” I chirped, making a beeline for the snack aisle. As expected, it was recently stocked, and colorful plastic littered the shelves, drawing me in. What I wasn’t expecting, was Leah Clearwater standing in the middle of the small space. Right in front of my favorite chips. I paused, not wanting to alert her. I didn’t feel like getting on her bad side and getting my head bitten off today. But, as if she could sense me, her head turned quickly. Her beautiful dark hair was cut short, as were her sleeves and shorts. Her russet skin bore the same tattoo Jacob had. I had heard of her shifting recently, and of her father's death. I tried not to let the wave of pity I felt show on my face. I avoided her cold gaze and pretended to check out the other snacks. I would have to wait until she’d moved. 

After a few seconds, a hand made its way into my view, holding my favorite kind of chips. I followed the arm upwards until I found the face of the owner. Leah held her hand out, without making eye contact.

“Here, you like these right?” Her voice was assertive like she wasn’t asking me. She was telling me. 

I’m sure I looked really confused because my silence made her turn to look at me. 

“Pack mind-reading. Jacob doesn’t keep much to himself.” She explained. I grimaced.

I was trying not to think about him. She must have noticed because her lips turned up just slightly.

“He still hasn’t told you huh?” She teased, but I could hear underlying sarcasm in her tone. She sounded upset about it. 

“Oh god,” I rolled my eyes, “Not you too.” I groaned. 

It took me a second to realize what I had said. And I slapped my hands over my mouth. I snatched the chips out of her hand and started to speed walk out of the aisle. But, to my surprise, Leah laughed. Not like the sarcastic one before, this one sounded genuine. It was a quiet, small laugh. 

“I know what you mean kid,” I’m pretty sure I’m older than her. “I felt that way before I joined the pack.” She opened her mouth to say more but stopped herself. She peeked her head around the aisle to look at the old man behind the counter, and the various other shoppers. Mr. Barker was blissfully unaware of us, too occupied with his game of solitaire. She turned back to me and grinned for a split second, it threw me off for a second. 

“Do you wanna talk about this at my house?” She gestured behind her with her thumb. Her face was unreadable again.

Oh. 

OH.

I felt my heartbeat speed up, just a little. A pretty girl just invited me to her house. What do I do?! I felt my brain moving at lightning speed, trying to come up with a response that didn’t make me sound like a total dork. I prayed that I wasn’t sweating. 

“Uh, sure!” I beamed. Nailed it. 

She gave a small—noticeably strained— smile, I was sure that she saw through me without any trouble. But to be fair, she’s very intimidating. I mean, she could tear me in half like wet paper—the same went for all of the pack to be honest— and she’d look pretty doing it. I cleared my throat and tucked the chips under my arm. Being careful not to crush them. We went to pay for our stuff quickly, I’m sure the old man could sense my internal panic because he sent me the most heartwarming smile. Stupid old man and his silly mustache. I smiled back of course, before hurrying to meet Leah at the door. 

She opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. The rain must have started when I went inside, it wasn’t pouring thankfully. I watched as Leah stepped out into the cold rain with no trouble as if it didn’t even phase her.

I suppressed a gasp as I watched, the water was evaporating as soon as it touched her skin, coming off as mist. 

Incredible. 

I guess I hadn’t paid much attention to how warm all the members of the pack were. Thinking back on it, I’m pretty sure Jacob did the same thing in the rain. The water had evaporated from his skin as soon as it had touched him. I hadn’t processed it then, with my mind being so preoccupied, I thought I was just seeing things. 

I pried my eyes away from Leah. It was rude to stare. But as soon as I did, she laughed quietly to herself, before leading the way to her house. I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought. 

The walk to her house was quiet, with nothing but the rain and the sound of cars filling the air. It was hard for me to tell if the silence was awkward or not. I couldn’t see her expression, as she was a few paces in front of me. Damn, she walked fast. She didn’t say anything for the duration of the walk, but thankfully it was short. We made our way up to the front door, she unlocked it quickly. It took a harsh shove for the door to open, it creaked loudly in protest. Leah groaned and held the door open for me. Waving her arm as a gesture for me to go in. 

I was getting a lot of deja-vu from when Bella came over. I’m pretty sure I did the same thing. And just like Bella, I sheepishly made my way into the home. Taking in as much as I could, I watched my every step. Leah walked past me, and I followed her instinctively. 

She led me to the living room, I repressed a sigh of relief. I didn’t know if I was ready to go into her room. That felt a little too personal. She gestured for me to take a spot on the couch next to her. I carefully sat down, feeling the couch creak a bit. She sighed, before turning to make eye contact with me. I resisted the urge to shy away from her intense gaze.

“So, Jake still hasn’t told you huh?” Leah started, “I guess it makes sense since he’s still got that obsession with the leech-lover.” Her tone was malicious, she didn’t try to hide her disdain for Jacob, and whoever the “leech-lover” was. 

“Leech-lover?” I questioned, why would someone like leeches?

She paused and looked back at me. A sense of realization crossed her features, and she grinned. 

“Bella, the vampire girl.” She explained. I nodded my head, humming in affirmation. I had almost forgotten about the fact that vampires existed too. And that Bella used to date one. 

Wait. Vampires. Does that? Mean what I think?

“Wait, the Cullens were vampires. Did they… eat people?” My voice wavered at the thought, were they responsible for the unexplainable deaths in the area? How many people of Forks had they eaten?

Leah noticed my concern and shook her head. 

“No, the Cullens were… vegetarians. They ate animals instead.” She said that like she didn’t believe it, as if it were blasphemy. 

“Oh. Okay, that’s a relief.” I sighed, “So there aren’t vampires running ramped through the streets anymore?” I giggled. Leah’s eyes darted away from mine. Oh god.

“Well, not the streets.” She sounded very reluctant to say that. I felt the color drain from my face, my eyes widened, and my breath hitched. There were still vampires? That wasn't the Cullens. They weren’t vegetarian. Leah saw my face and quickly retracted her statement. “No! No! It’s just one and we’ve got her under control.” 

“Under control? So what you’ve got her like locked in your basement or something?” I barked out a strained laugh, trying to deflect my anxiety with humor. 

“No,” she laughed, before fixing her face to look stoic again. “We’ve managed to chase her off the border, but we can’t figure out what she wants.” So she wasn’t just trying to kill everyone in sight? Good. Great. Cool. 

She inhaled and shook her head lightly, “But that’s not what I brought you here for.” She started. 

I perked up at this. Finally, I’d get some damn answers. I was confident that Leah wouldn’t be as cryptic as the others. Her blunt nature gave me a sense of security. I knew she would tell me the truth. 

“So, did Sam,” she paused at his name, but I didn’t question it. She cleared her throat and continued. “Did Sam ever tell you about imprinting?” She asked. 

“Imprinting? Like that thing ducks do to their moms?” What did that have to do with me? The last time I checked they weren’t ducks. 

“Sort of. But it’s kind of different in our case. So, well- I… ugh” She stuttered over her words for a moment, “How do I explain this?” She sat there for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Before she inhaled and started again.

“When we imprint, it’s like, the whole world stops. As soon as you set your eyes on your imprint, the world stops rotating for anyone else. They are the only thing that matters, you would do anything, be anything for them. It’s a kind of devotion like no other. And there’s no escaping it.”

She didn’t sound too happy about it, now and then her eyes would narrow. I really wanted to see what was going on in her head. 

I was starting to connect the dots in my head, so did this mean Jacob imprinted? On who.

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Bella. Of course. Obviously, it was Bella. 

I barked a laugh, “Of course.” Leah looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. 

“Jacob imprinted on Bella!” I could faintly hear her groan, but I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to care. “He imprinted on Bella, but he’s mad she doesn’t like him back so he ended up taking it out on me! Ugh, it all makes sense now.” The way Bella clearly didn’t want me around Jacob, the way he’d always protect her, the fact that he wouldn’t stop pining over her even though she didn’t want him. Of course, it was so blatantly obvious to me now. 

Leah sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose disappointedly. I was taken aback, was that not what happened? I glanced out the window, it was getting late. I sighed and picked up my stuff. I got up to leave but Leah stopped me. 

“Hey wait, that’s not what happened.” She started, then who was it?

“Jacob didn’t imprint on Bella, he imprinted on-” She was cut off by a loud BANG. 

We both whipped our heads to the door, where a young Seth Clearwater stood panting. He barged in frantically and started to shake Leah.

“Leah! We gotta go one of the Cullens is back and Bella’s gonna go to Italy and get them back and Jakes freaking out and, Oh hi [Y/N],” He stopped for a second to acknowledge my presence, but I was still trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. 

He opened his mouth to continue, but Leah held up a hand and got up from the couch.

“[Y/N], you go home. I’ll catch up with you later.” She ordered, I didn’t have time to say anything before she and Seth hurried out the back door. I jumped from the couch and watched as they ran into the forest, I could see clothes tearing, and fur sprouting. I marveled at the two new wolves, watching them in awe as they darted into the trees. 

I grabbed my stuff and hurried out the front door. The rain wasn’t quite pouring, but it would be a pain to walk in. I hurried down the street, trying to avoid the puddles. They splashed violently against my shins, dampening my pants. I cursed but continued. 

It took me a long longer than I liked to make it back to my house. I was regretting not just taking my car, but walking was good for me and I needed to save gas. Courtesy of my mother. I stomped to the front door, my wet shoes making small puddles on the porch. I fumbled with my keys, and hurriedly unlocked the door. The house was dark and noticeably empty. Mom’s car was gone, and all the lights were off. 

I flicked on a few lights as I made my way inside, but as I set my keys down my eyes caught something. 

A brown leather jacket was hanging on the coat rack, it was way too big to be my mom's. And I knew it wasn’t mine. My heart raced, my eyes widened, and my mouth fell agape. Someone was in my house. 

I scanned the area around me before my eyes landed on the hallway closet. 

Bat! We had a bat in there just in case, and mom called me paranoid. I opened the door as quietly as I could, grabbing the bat quickly. My cold hands wrapped around the hardwood tightly. My knuckles turned white with the death grip I had on the poor stick. I slowly made my way through the house, turning corners quickly, with the bat raised to swing. 

I felt a presence behind me, I was sure whoever it was could hear my heart pounding, and my breath hitching. I felt a large hand touch my shoulder gently.

I whipped around and swung the bat with all my strength. It made a sound CRACK as it met its target. 

“Hey! What was that for?” I recognized that voice. I knew that voice so well, it was the voice I was praying to hear for weeks.

“Jacob?!” My hands fumbled for the light switch, I squinted as I turned it on. But I was able to see the boy in front of me now. Lo and behold, Jacob stood in front of me, like a giant brick wall. But he didn’t look like Jacob. His eyes were darker, heavy bags hanging beneath them. His skin was de-saturated, giving him a sickly look. His hair was messy, and his clothes were raggedy. I stepped back a bit.

“Jake, what are you doing here? How did you get in my house?! Why were you just waiting with the lights off?!” This didn’t make any sense, he avoided me for weeks, and then shows up in my house all creepy? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand this boy. I untensed my shoulders, and sighed.

He looked away for a moment, he looked embarrassed. “You weren’t here, and I heard Leah say you were at her house so I thought I’d wait here for you. I didn’t think you’d let me in soaking wet.” Of course, Jacob knew where the spare key was. So he wouldn’t have had any trouble getting in without committing a crime. I sighed and looked him in the eyes.

The air was tense, we both just stood there for an uncomfortable amount of time. Neither of us knew what to say. 

“I heard what you and Leah were talking about.” Jacob blurted. It caught me off guard before I remembered about their whole wolf telepathy. I huffed. I had so many things I wanted to say, but putting them into words was impossible. I thought of everything at once, before just meshing them all into one.

“Why?” 

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so vague, but Jacob looked at me with a guilty expression. It was clear he understood, he knew exactly what I was asking without me even having to say it. I tried not to let it show, but I was trying not to cry. I thought of everything that happened the past few weeks, it felt like it had been years since I saw Jacob. Really saw him. 

Within a month I had lost my best friend, fucked up my arm, had my perception of reality shattered, and now my long lost best friend broke into my house. And I still don’t know who he imprinted on. 

I sighed and shook my head. “Why did you cut me off, Jacob? What did I do? Was it something I said? Or did I make you upset? Whatever I did I’m sorry-” I started to ramble, I couldn’t even look at him as I choked the words out of my mouth. I had told myself I was ready for this confrontation, but just thinking about it made my eyes swell with tears. I tried not to let my breath hitch. 

Jacob looked guilty again, grimacing and looking down. When he looked back at me, he sighed. He held my face gently and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“[Y/N] I’m sorry please dont cry.” It was clear he didn’t know how to comfort me, but he was trying his best. I pushed his hands away harshly and wiped my face with my sleeves.

“I’m not crying, you’re crying.” I hid my face in my hands, trying to calm myself down. I heard him huff and take a step back. When I was ready, I made eye contact again. I didn’t care if I looked like a trainwreck. My hair was frizzy and messy from the rain, my eyes were now puffy from the tears, and I could only assume the bags under my eyes were prominent. 

“Well? Are you going to answer?” I demanded, I don’t think it was wrong of me to want some damn answers. 

He grimaced, and looked away. His eyebrows furrowed, scrunching together in thought. I watched the way his eyes darted around for a second, I analyzed his every move to try and figure out what would come next. I was waiting for the bad news, for some terrible fate to come crashing down on me. I was waiting for him to look me in the eye and tell me he hated me.

His gaze hardened, and his eyebrows scrunched up. The way they moved seemed harsher this time, more hostile. 

“I had no other choice. I won't get you wrapped up in this.” His voice was firm, unwavering. His eyes were dark, completely unreadable. I felt them burn into my skin even as I looked away. 

“It’s a little late for that Jake.” I mumbled. His huffed, and I saw his jaw tense. His upper lip curled up slightly, in a menacing snarl. 

It was frightening. 

I told myself I wasn’t going to be afraid of him. He didn’t hurt me on purpose, I just happened to be standing too close. 

But as the boy in front of me shook again, I shook too. My heart pounded against my ribs, I pulled air into my lungs violently. My lungs burned from the force of my breaths. My eyes widened, and I took a tentative step back. I tried my best to hold a tough exterior. But it was obvious how easily Jacob saw through me.

He stopped, and blinked. His cold exterior fell for a second, showing the warm, sweet boy I knew before. 

But as soon as it was dropped, he caught himself. I blinked and it was back, sending a shiver down my spine. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a few seconds. 

He let out a long exhale, and opened his eyes again. His calm and cool mask was back, no doubt hiding the anger I knew he was feeling. 

But he deserved to be upset, after all that transpired. I failed to see where I could have possibly been wrong. What I could have possibly done to piss him off this much. 

“I came to say goodbye.” He spoke, his voice didn’t waver for a second. His eyes didn’t move from mine, his unrelenting gaze intimidated me. 

“What? Wait why are you leaving?” I asked, I didn’t try to hide my emotions this time. I was baffled, he’s leaving again?

“I just… have to. I’m sorry but this is the way it has to be.” My fat fucking ass it is. 

“No it’s not, Jacob stop trying to run away from your problems!” I shouted, “What did I do to you? Why are you doing this to me?” I was frantic now, raising my voice at him. 

“Goodbye.” He gave a curt nod, and turned around, making his way to the front door. I tried to grab at his shoulder to stop him but it was no use. He pushed forward, completely unaffected by my feeble attempts to hold him back. 

He didn’t so much as glance at me as he opened the door, it gave a loud creek in response to being ripped open so suddenly. 

I watched as he walked down the front steps of my porch, into the pouring rain.

I was vividly reminded of the first time he did this to me. 

The first time Jacob had ripped my heart out of my chest, crushing it beneath his big stupid feet. 

I stood in silence. 

Not this time. I wouldn’t chase after him this time. 

[dsgirl2024]

The World You See | Prologue | Yoongi | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Blackness.

Interrupted by the opening of a door. Light seeped through the cracks, casting a fluorescent trail that stretched long on the floor as a lanky figure burst inside; disheveled and angry, an aura of gloom stalked behind him. The entrance fell closed with a gentle clack, any light from outside eclipsed by the room's darkness.

A hooded man in a raincoat stumbled through obscurity, falling into things loudly as he searched amidst the darkness. His hands scaled the wall--desperate, slapping its cold, stony surface in search of a certain place.

Not long had passed when his fingers brushed a smooth steel handle, the metal cold to the touch. Without any hesitation, the man yanked it forward, launching himself over the threshold and into his empty bathroom.

A dismal atmosphere, the smell of bleach and toilet cleaner wafted through the air.

It's been a rough night--Min Yoongi'd wager the worst night, and a suppressed sickness had built up in his gut.

Throwing on the lights, Yoongi practically threw himself at the toilet, keeling over and retching into the water below. Veins popped from his arms as he steadied above the bowl, emptying his stomach contents. Praying for a hasty finish.

He hated puking by the sheer inconvenience of it, the way it felt, how it left a foul flavor on the tongue, bitter and tart. The vulnerable, clamminess as acid burned his throat. Oh, and the smell--Yoongi despised that most of all; the sickly, vile aroma that hung around like an unwanted guest. Arguably the grossest bodily function.

Lucky for him though, it was over in minutes. His body graciously prioritizing relief, a blessing compared to the times he was forced to suffer instead. At least, he was grateful for that.

Yoongi hovered there for a moment, allowing his body time to catch up. He spat a couple times, cleaning his mouth of any chunks, then wiped the extra drool with his hands. When the circulation returned to his brain, Yoongi straightened his stance--a bit dizzy at first, and looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink.

The reflected clock behind him read 11:55 p.m.

Hood now fallen away, the face that had been shielded now stared back at him hauntingly.

Yoongi's skin was pasty and a cold layer of sweat shimmered damp on his brow. Shadows cradled the underside of his eyelids and his long, jet black hair clung to his face like glue. Even he was shocked by his own visage, so gaunt and hollow...

...and bloody?

"Oh shhhit.." Three large smears of red ran down Yoongi's lower lip, catching his attention. The marks looked like vertical slashes, as if claws had torn his flesh, though faded and dull in color.

Quickly, he looked at his hands, eyes widening, pulse rocketing. Heart hammering against his ribcage.

Badum, badum.

In a panic, the man removed his raincoat and tossed it to the corner, the snout of a dragon tattoo exposed on his neck. Eyes locked with his reflection, Yoongi swallowed thickly, nervously. Then, he dropped his gaze to his arms, mostly bare in the black t-shirt he wore underneath. A shallow gasp puffed from his chest.

There was so much blood.

Spreading up his wrists and all the way to his bicep, Yoongi was a vision of horror, like something straight out of the movies.

The blood smeared in a unique way, resembling hand-prints and human scratch marks. The man groaned, flipping his hands forward and back as his eyes scanned the extent of the gore.

"Oh fuck."

Yoongi bowed his head and frantically turned the faucet, shoving his hands under icy-cold water. He splashed the rest of his arms and face in hurried, wasteful motions, not caring that half the water missed, and flooded the floor instead.

He just wanted to be clean.

Clean of him.

Gazing back at his reflection, it were as if the mirror Yoongi was judging his him. Questioning the validity of his actions and waiting, impatient for an explanation.

"I thought you were a professional, how could you be so stupid, Min Yoongi?" It begged to him."You don't makemistakes like this, Min Yoongi. Just because it was him, doesn't give you permission to be sloppy. They didn't train you to be sloppy, Min Yoongi. You're completely fucked, Min Yoongi!"

A lump lodged deep in his throat, impossible to swallow, and the feeling of sickness returned.

It took Yoongi a minute to realize that he'd started to hyperventilate. Short, shallow breaths heaved from his lungs, making him light-headed as the rapid intake of oxygen gave him tunnel vision.

Thoughts proved difficult to form, though the man was aware of the trouble he was in. A panic attack was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.

Yoongi gripped the cold, porcelain sides of the bathroom sink tightly, grounding himself. Trying to snap out of it.

"Get a hold of yourself, idiot." He thought."Now's not the time." There were more important things to attend to.

Like making a fallback plan... and a fallback plan for the fallback plan.

But first he needed a clear head, a little... creative intensive. Something to ease his mind from the anxiety, because in no way did that offer him clarity or focus. Focus.

He had to focus.

Grabbing for the mirror, Yoongi tugged it off the wall to reveal a large, hidden divot. A secret hole, for his secret things. Things that had to stay secret, else he'd suffer the wrath of his country. Careful to not drop anything, he gently placed each item in the sink, eyelashes casting a somber shade beneath his lids.

An elastic band, a spoon, a box of matches, a bag of brown colored powder, and a syringe. The items looked innocent enough by themselves, however, when mixed just right, they possessed the exceptional ability to seduce the mind in deliciously, toxic ways.

And right now, he craved to be seduced.

Cooking the ingredients together was second nature to Yoongi, his pink tongue poked out in concentration as he effortlessly enacted each step.

Powder goes in the spoon, spoon goes over the fire, fire melts the powder into liquid, and the liquid gets sucked up by the syringe-- a murky, ugly brown liquid. And just a little more than before.

All done.

Everything will be okay now.

It'll all work out.

"It'll all work out"

Yoongi repeated that phrase like a mantra, soothing himself, before tying the elastic around his bicep and plunging the needle deep into his vein.

Stepping back towards the wall, the black haired man slid into a seated position, one knee bent and eyes fluttering shut. He exhaled serenely, reveling as his heart rate slowed and the dopamine came crashing in. The cool bathroom tile felt pleasant on his skin, a balance of cold to hot that brought about a sense of calm.

With his head resting comfortably against the wall, Yoongi arched his neck to stare at the ceiling, onyx eyes dilating just as a black hole expands against the universe. There was nothing he could compare to a sensation like this. The utter ecstasy of it proved inexplicable but, suddenly current situations didn't seem so crucial.

He could just drift, existing, yet free of human conditions. Sallow lips lifted at the corners, clearly enjoying the euphoric rush.

It was bliss.

Or...

He thought it was, but...

Hold on.

"Ugh.." The man flinched, features contorting to one of discomfort as he wrapped an arm around his abdomen.

It took a second but, Yoongi's system quickly began to register the presence of something foreign, threatening. There was an unusual fatigue settling, one that made him woozy, and his head had begun to spin at an abnormal speed. And then his muscles fell heavy, sluggish--a numbness overtaking all perception of feeling.

When the man attempted to move, it was like a magnet held him in place."The hell.. is... happening..."

He couldn't give reason to his symptoms, knowing inside and out what an overdose felt like. This wasn't it. This was something else. Something malicious, as if intentionally placed, a predetermined means of killing him off, but for what?

Then, it dawned on him. However, much too late by now. "Shit."

They did this.

Eyes wide, he began to convulse. The drug sedating him to the extent that, even as he seized, the movements lacked violence. Just little spastic jolts as his nerves were attacked. Helpless to do anything really, Yoongi's face almost looked... amused. A minute smirk tugged at his lips as he considered the humor of it all.

"Those bastards..." He managed with a despondent laugh. He should have predicted it, though never in a million years did he anticipate such a fast retaliation.

He thought he could just leave, put the past behind him and throw away the key.

As if they'd let him.

How foolish he was.

How truly foolish.

The man glanced up, black hair falling around his eyes, the bathroom clock now right above his head. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The ticking of the second hand provided him a sense of company as he waited for... well whatever was next. 11:58 p.m.

In an odd way, Yoongi felt relief. Not from the idea of death, no. He didn't want to die, but then again, no one truly does. There was merely something... freeing in the fact that he no longer owed the world anything. No longer owed them anything. Although it had been naive of him to assume a different way out.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 11:59 p.m.

Yoongi had regrets, of course. The things he'd done, the people he'd hurt. People he'd killed. A killer. A junkie. He was a killer and a junkie.

A shell of a human.

A weapon.

Even though he'd deluded that his hand had been forced, most of Yoongi knew that lie stank of shit. There had been choices he made, paths he walked down, and every single one chosen by his own volition. He alone held that gun, and he alone pulled the trigger.

But at least he tried to get out. At least he felt remorse.

Min Yoongi was not a good person. However maybe, if life had dealt him different cards, he'd have been a decent one. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

0:00 a.m.

Without warning, a room once incredibly bleak burst with a colorful, magic light, radiating in shades beyond imagination. Perfect, other worldly light, that soaked the darkness up like a sponge, leaving behind nothing but the sensation of warmth.

Yoongi's lips parted in awe. Perhaps it was a hallucination, some narcotic, in-flight entertainment as his brain deteriorated, shutting down forever.

Not that he minded--real or not, it was a pretty way to leave this earth. Better than what he deserved, anyway. The marvelous colors refracted his irises, spinning the black orbs in brilliant streaks of pigment--an intentional design.

As if shaping a galaxy.

Motionless, the man listened as gentle whispers encompassed his ears, barely audible, hushed and many, overlapping each other in tongues. Sentences beyond gibberish were impossible to discern. Even so, by some fate, Yoongi understood exactly what was being said, or rather he felt it.

Then, one very distinguished voice presented above the rest, offering him a trade. Yoongi, hardly conscious by now, tried to explain that he had very little to give. Nothing of eminent value. No riches, no possessions, perhaps not even a soul. There was just himself, and everything that he is.

Apparently, that was enough.

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aaaand here's eclipse in all their asshole-ish glory! /aff

pssst! little shortened version of the beginning of the fic, Hearts and Hydraulics, under the cut!!

It's an opportunity.

One you gladly take, sitting in front of your laptop with fingers tap tap tapping frantically at the keys. The pay is awful and the work hours are worse. It's practically daylight robbery, and you honestly know you're worth more.

And yet, your eyes roam longingly over the listing description, stating something about wanting to work with the rising stars - a clever play on words by the famous modelling agency “Rising Stars.” You, however, find it underwhelming and dull. You’re not here to work with rising stars, you’re here to work with them.

To say anything. Reconcile. Apologise, maybe.

With a final spur from your dwindling confidence, you take a breath and slam your finger down on the enter button as if you’re selling your soul. You might as well be, given the fact that the contract is for at least ten years. Which is probably one of the many reasons the role hasn’t been filled.

You’ve heard from other places: the news, hearsay, and so forth, that the three models are conceited and sassy. You can understand that for one of the three, but it sounds so uncharacteristic for the others that you can’t help but worry about the confrontation. Or wonder if they’ll even remember your name.

Thoughts heavy, and limbs even heavier due to exhaustion above your usual level, you trudge to your kitchenette to start the day. At 3am. Potato, Potahto.

Your studio flat is luckily within a short drive of the studio. It’s relatively barren, but it’s yours, even though the only signs of it being lived in would be the countless takeaway coffee cups, the chaotic state of your bedroom and the little corgi that trots up to you to nudge at your shins. You bend down and scoop them into your arms, patting behind Comet's ears with fervour. Their tail windmills in response, and you can't help the short huff of a laugh that comes out from your mouth. It rustles Comet's fluff and they turn to stare at you with sass akin to a human teenager before bapping at your chest to be put down.

You oblige before taking your eyes off of them, sparing the lounge a wistful once-over. Glue dots leave stains on the walls from where pictures were so long ago, and you barely glance in their direction as you make your way to your coffee machine. A plush loveseat sits in the cosy space, facing a TV that’s rarely turned on.

You take your morning meds with your coffee. It’s never the smartest choice, but the amount of water you drink is almost nil, so you like to think your body is used to it despite the brewing headache.

Fingers dance gently over your own tattoos, running a hand down your torso as you contemplate the next few hours.

The listing said Rising Star’s response times are good, especially since as a big agency they have 24 hour services. You just hope you’ll hear back soon so the useless thrumming anxiety in your heart can dissipate.

You’re not sure what you want the response to be.

A few hours of mulling about later, and your prayers are answered in the form of a notification from an unknown number.

[visionthefox]

SQUID ECLIPSE TATTOO! yey! this one is so simple cuz like, I was just making a test of face for october art piece and then end up making a silly tattoo desing! so I was like "lol maybe one day I can make it look cool" HAH well never happened, but I didnt wanted to leave it there sooo yea! btw this is the original sketch

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I. Tell me you want me (hiatus)

DCA! Eclipse, Sun and Moon × reader

“Looking at you pains me a little. Our bond, it's like Yin and Yang.”

“It scares me when I find myself wishing I could breathe in flesh and blood instead of motors and wires.”

“Nothing is perfect, but this right here, is my reason to come back home.”

Their hands are soiled in blood and lubricant. Their cores carry the darkness required to run the underworld society through clandestine intelligence operations. They are sentient yet ruthless. Sapient yet brutal. They promised themselves they won't bow for anyone, anymore. But for you, they would kneel. You may run but their three pairs of oculars would follow you to the gates of Hell. After all, they know they would end up there. They're aristocrats of evil.

“Tell me you want me, bambolina. Please.”

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II. Forget-me-nots, moonlight

DCA! Moon × reader

Moon remembers everything, he does not forget.

Being brought to consciousness. Being with Sun and taking care of children. Judgements towards him. His first friend besides Sun who called him his ‘son’. Used to, at least.

Moon remembers the blood that coats his hands.

The feeling of grinding gears inside his head.

Sun's pleading. The screams of children and adults.

Thoughts of wanting to die and protect Sun.

Being saved and given a second chance at ‘living’.

Moon may not have a choice in remembering all the pain he was forced to endure.

But remembering you? It will always be his choice.

He will remember you till the stars die and colours turn grey over time.

And maybe, in another lifetime he will find you again. The two of you would live through it all again. Raise a kid together who would run around the house calling out your names. Where he would be able to grow old together, with the only person he's loved this way. Where he would get to say he loved you just as much, if not more than the way you loved him. Where he can sit at the rooftop and gaze at you like you hung all the stars in the sky for his sake.

“Then remember me, moonlight.”

Till the end of his time.

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III. Even death grovels at the feet of their heart (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

The Sun was nowhere to be seen. As if, too afraid to watch the carnage about to happen through the hands of the bloodthirsty automaton lurking behind the tall trees. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for you to realise what you were doing wrong. Waiting for you to turn back and leave with your usual polite nods. Waiting for you to walk away from that unlucky murderer who had the audacity to lay their filthy eyes on you.

Unfortunately, you don't leave either. And they have to let you see how naive you are with your kindness and empathy. They decide to give you that ugly reality check and they do something that they regret.

You scoff and glare up at your partner with annoyance.

"Bloodmoon, it's not a big deal, really."

They don't deserve you, they know. But they are selfish because they know they want you. They're pathetic and worthless. So they grovel at your feet. Because you're their heart.

They would never let you go.

IV. Kiss me under the Somei Yoshino (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

“We don't trust ourselves like that, chère ichor. Are the flowers we bring everytime we come back not enough to satiate your desire? Are our efforts not enough to—”

“Blood moon.”

They stop. Somehow, your gentle reminder never fails to stop them from spiralling into that darkness they carry within. The darkness they've vowed to protect you from.

“I want to sit under the cherry blossoms with you. And even if you're stressed and unlikely to think of this as a good idea, I still trust you both, nonetheless.”

They tilt their head down to peer at you prudently like the sunflower drinking in all of the sun's warmth it can get before dusk. They would run to the end of the world for you, if your eyes gazed at them delicately.

“We will go, chère ichor. With you, we will.”

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Currently working on :-

1. Tell me you want me (hiatus, revising it)

2. Forget-me-nots, moonlight. (Oneshot - four chapters)

3. Soulmates red string bearer au.

4. Royalty DCA + SAMS and mana affined reader. (oneshot)

5. Horror mer - Siren!Sun × reader (one shot) (could be mature/suggestive themes)

6. Trying my hands on fnaf art, mostly the DCA.

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[morgue-ratt]

this does not have a title, I wrote it today and had fun so I decided to share it with you, beloved readers <3

NSFW // 1500+ // Strade x Reader

warnings; blood, noncon, torture, strade, afab

Hase means bunny according to google translate

STRADE would kill you. What was once a far off possibility was coming any day now. He didn’t spend as much time with you, it was almost a blessing but your time with him had taught you how to recognize a dire situation, Strade was losing interest.  

“What’s wrong, liebling?” Strade stood before you, his weight on one side and knife in hand. You’d lost track of how long you two had been at this today, when his hands got too soaked in blood, he’d just wipe them clean on your face or hair which was now sticky and crusting to your scalp. Most of it had come from your stomach, he’d tried carving a design into your tummy copied from one of his tattoos but put the idea aside when you started to get too woozy. He’d also at one point decided to sheath his knife in your thigh, halfway to the handle, before pulling it out back out again. Indeed, it had been a long day and you were starting to wish it would end. You shook your head and Strade’s eyes crinkled as he smiled even wider. “It’s so cute how shy you are!”  

Your mouth felt impossibly dry. Crying would only spur him on. “Please. No more.” It sounded so... pathetic. Broken. Maybe because you were. Deep inside, where your pride had once been, there was only fear of this man. 

“Aw, Hase,” He pet your hair before sliding his palm down to your cheek. He was always warm, every inch of him. You closed your eyes, leaning into his palm without realizing it. You knew from experience how sweet it was to curl up beside him and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat. His voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s not my fault, you’re just so beautiful when you’re bloody and begging.” You shuddered as Strade kissed your forehead. “You understand, I know you do. You’re a smart little thing. I wouldn’t have to do this if you just weren’t so perfect.”  

Your tears started falling as Strade turned around, going to take a sip of his drink from the counter behind him. You were outright sobbing by the time he turned back around and stalked back towards you. The knife at his hip gave him an extra bit of saunter as he loomed over you and you cringed in on yourself on the floor, as though you could protect yourself.  

“How about I let you decide what game we play, hm? Would that make you feel better?” You couldn’t see his face, covered close in shadows, but the tone in his voice was almost sweet and it made you sick. “We can do anything you like, Hase. Would that maybe get you to smile?” 

“No.” You tried to sound tough but the word was eclipsed by your tears. Strade crouched in front of her, the knife catching the light and gleaming. You flinched away on instinct. “No! You sick, fuck, get away from me!”  

Strade didn’t even seem bothered, he beamed at him. “I was only trying to be nice,” He was close now, finally close enough to touch you if he so desired and you spit at him. It landed on his cheek and for a moment, he was stunned but a slow grin spread across his face like cut. “Oh, liebling,” His purring voice dripped with unexpected lust. “How filthy.”  

“Don’t--” 

“What?” Strade grabbed your jaw, pinning your head to the pole behind you. He leaned in so close you could smell the beer on his breath and your expression visibly soured. “I’m not angry. And I said... we’d do anything you wanted.” 

Strade rested his hand on your thigh, his other in your hair. He shifted his weight so all of it was resting on the gaping hole he’d left in your leg and you couldn’t hold back your scream. Strade peered down at you with lidded eyes. “Strade, I’m sorry--” 

“We’ll play any game you like.” He looked like he wanted to eat you as he crawled further between your legs. You could feel the blood flowing out of your leg again and it came with more pain that just served to make things fuzzy around the edges. Strade plunged two thick fingers into your wound and you cried out suddenly. “Aw,” He drove them in deeper, up to the second hairy knuckle and then further until the heel of his hand was flush against your thigh and you let out a deeply anguished wail. Strade leaned in, his lips against your ear as his stubble scrapped your cheek.”What sweet noises you make for me.” 

He started moving his fingers, scissoring them apart as far as he could and you could only groan in protest. You leaned against the pole and closed your eyes for only a second before Strade’s hand jumped from your hair to your throat. Eyes on me. This was for you as much as it was for him, he was putting on a show. “Strade,” Your voice sounded strained and when his honey colored eyes met yours it died completely. Under his gaze, you shifted slightly, expecting what was to come. You’d been here so long you’d basically been trained to associated violence with sex, he’d rewired you to be a dutiful little masochist. Even if you hated him and what he did to you, you were getting hot.  

You shifted your hips again, you would’ve rubbed your thighs together if Strade wasn’t positioned in-between them, you were craving friction. He pulled away from you only slightly, enough for you to his near-sinister grin and you realized you hadn’t been as subtle as you thought. “Enjoying yourself?” There was a teasing tone to his voice that made you want to cry. Strade dragged his fingers out of your leg as slowly as possible and you made a noise close to a growl. His blood soaked hand cupped your mound through your thin underwear and chuckled darkly; “My, my Liebling, ready for me already?” 

You leaned into his hand, straining against the ropes to do so and met his eyes just as Strade leaned back, out of your limited reach. He moved his hand slightly closer, still barely touching you, teasing you through the fabric with that irritating grin. You knew the look on Strade’s face, the joy that only your discomfort brought. “Please,” you breathed.  

“What what that?” He asked, oh so innocently. “I’m sorry, precious one, I just can’t hear you.” The sound you made was undignified and could only be described as a whine. Strade cocked his head, taking his hand back from in between your legs entirely. “Use your words.” 

Begging usually got you nothing with Strade aside from more condescension in his voice but your lips parted all the same. “Strade, please.” You met his eyes; he was hanging on your every word. “Touch me more.” You spread your legs a little wider, trying to seem inviting. “I... I want you, Strade.” 

You could never tell what was going through his head behind that smile of his. “You want me?” He purred. “Someone is certainly eager.” He slid the knife off his belt and your breath stuttered.  

“I... I want you, Strade.” You repeated, eyes fixed on the serrated blade of the hunting knife that you’d become far too intimate with in the past. He slid it between your thigh and the edge of your panties, you went rigid in case he accidentally cut you. That close to your femoral and you’d be dead. But instead of skin, he cut through the fabric, reducing your underwear to shreds and pulling them off your body.  

Strade closed the space between you, once again looming over you before gliding his forefinger into your entrance, assisted by the blood still on his hand that hadn’t quite dried and your slick. “Like this?” He asked, adding a second figure before you had chance to answer.  

Already you were holding back a moan but when Strade started fingering you with as much enthusiasm as he had with your wound you had no chance of keeping quiet. You clenched around his fingers and cried out as he picked up speed. When the heel of Strade’s hand made contact with your clit you were done for, leaning against the pole behind you and closing your eyes, moaning loudly.  

Strade buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in deeply. You felt his teeth as he littered your neck with bites, going down your chest and none to gentle. Neither you nor Strade knew if your cries were from pleasure or pain as he broke the skin of your left breast, blood running down your chest, into Strade’s mouth and staining his hair as he moved down to his carving in your stomach.  

Strade pulled his fingers away and you couldn’t help but glare at him. He only gave you that movie star smile that came with his worst ideas. “Greedy,” He chided. He lifted his hand to better see before spreading his fingers apart, the slick that clung to them was slightly pink, stained with your blood. It tasted like blood, when he pushed his fingers past your teeth and onto your soft tongue. You swirled around his digits and his eyes sparked. “Good Hase. I think it’s my turn.” Strade withdrew his hand and stood slowly before he started unbuckling his belt. You nodded and wet your lips. It wasn’t very usual, but if you made him happy he might just make you cum before the night was over.