#hope my friends and family like lip balme

[artpigeons]

hee hee ho ho I am making lip balms

[charlottecutepie]

˚｡⋆୨🍓୧⋆｡˚ Strawberry jam (William Afton x fem!reader)

author notes: so this is the first part of my two-part mini fic! the second will be called “blueberry jam” and will have completely different tags and kinks <33 hope you like it :,,)

tags: dad’s best friend!William, smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), age gap, softdom!William, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, public sex

You're the sweetest girl in town that he knew. The cutest and delicate, like a little flower. All neat, always so fucking polite to him, he feels he didn't deserve it, you call him "sir", his heart stops. So pure, fragile. William often wondered what you tasted like.

He noticed you always used a strawberry-flavored balm. And your mom made the most delicious strawberry jam.

Your family always invited William for a cup of tea to share it with delicious sweet jam. William is your father's best friend, so he often comes to your house. Every time he tastes jam, he involuntarily remembers you. And here you are though, sitting across from him, flipping through something in your magazine and occasionally glancing at him. God. . . What a cutie, kinda naive. You think he doesn't notice your curious eyes.

You always have a lot of outfits for every day, especially in summer. William likes them, every of them is so cute and beautiful, your shorts, skirts, dresses, tops. Makes him feel young again, just by looking at you. Oh, he adores it especially when you braid a small pink bow in your hair.

As the jam coats the tongue, it's tantalizing texture, smooth like soft silk, melts in mouth.

It brings new sensations, as the subtle sharpness of strawberries is combined with the creamy sweetness of sugar. The rich aroma of jam is in the air, filling the kitchen with decadent sophistication.

Without a doubt, this jam is delicious, especially if it was prepared by your mother according to a secret family recipe. But fuck, it tastes even better if you lick it off the finger of your dad's best friend.

"So that's how you like it, hm?" he laughs at you as you continue to lick it off. The sensation of your wet tongue slowly tracing the curve of his digit excites him in a way. He bites on his bottom lip to contain himself as he watches you with growing desire. He feels his dick harden from such sight. "What a good girl, licked everything clean."

William's heart is pounding in his chest. It's wrong, but fuck it. He was waiting for this, he dreamed about it and fucking finally you took the initiative. He can't help but imagine his dearest friend's daughter underneath him, your lips wrapped around something else besides his finger.

He leans forward and kisses you. Softly but demanding, he forces your mouth open while he explores it with his tongue. Savouring the taste of strawberry jam, so that's how you taste, that's what you are. Sweet girl.

There's not a minute to lose, he has to fuck you.

As soon as his lips part from yours, William bends you over the countertop. You gasp softly as his strong hands run up and down your legs, tracing every curve of your thighs. He positions himself between them, gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You moan when he begins to slide inside you, stretching out your walls with each delicious thrust.

Your breath hitches as William starts to fuck you rougher, you can say he was holding himself before, his cock pumping in and out of your soaked cunt with increasing speed.

"God. . . Baby. . ." he murmurs softly against your ear and he grips tighter onto your hip. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit. Your pussy clings tightly around his shaft. "Fuck, babygirl, so good for me." you whimper, overwhelmed by the dirty words spilling from his mouth. As he pumps in and out of you harder, William becomes suddenly aware of the sound of a car pulling up outside the house. His pulse quickens as he realizes that it might be your father returning home earlier than expected.

You didn't came and neither did William. It needed to be fixed. That's why when your whole house was fell into darkness of night and your parents fell asleep, William found you under the covers in your bed. You were waiting for him, he knew.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." you whisper to him. "I want more. . ."

That's how you find yourself plunged into mattress by your dad’s best friend. He wasted no time thrusting inside your pussy, filling you to the brim. "Agh. . ." he groans. "so fucking tight, baby." it feels like he fucked your brain out of you, you could do nothing, only lay here as his cock sweetly slides in and out of you. And you swear it feels like dream.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!. . ." you whimper in his mouth. William plants a soft kiss on your nose and scoops you in his arms. He hides his face in your neck, scorching it with his hot heavy breathing. You must be quieter, no moaning, no whimpering, no loud noises allowed.

"Shh, shh, princess. I know it feels good, i know, but you must be quiet. Wouldn't want your parents to hear us?" soft, shallow breaths coming from him as he looses his mind from how tight you clamp around him. "Ugh, baby. . ."

He's fighting the urge to bite you and paint your neck in purple hickeys. The problem is that it's summer and it'll be very difficult to hide his marks, so fuck it. For now, all William can do is gently kiss and lick your skin. Even being balls deep inside you and fucking you senseless, William doesn't understand what's going on. How did he end up in your bed? He still doesn't realize that he's fucking you since he always thought that you liked that one boy same your age from the neighborhood. What a pity for him then. Turns our you preferred. . . Much older guys? Well, good for him then.

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It's morning, it's so damn hot outside that you don't wanna go out at all. Although it's no better at home as it's really stuffy here, and there's not a hint of a cloud in the sky. Your parents are at work, and you're very hot, so you didn't bother to wear anything but panties and a light t-shirt. This is probably William's favourite outfit of yours. When he doesn't have to spend time undressing you, but just move your panties aside and fill you with his cock.

But he needs to cool his girl down.

Taking strawberry jam out of the fridge, he smiles and comes up to you. He dips his fingers into the sweet jam, your t-shirt pulled up as he generously applying it to your right nipple in circular motions. The cool texture of the strawberry contrasts delightfully with the warmth of your skin.

"You taste so good. . ." he murmurs huskily as his finger trails towards your nipple, gently swirling it around before giving it a playful lick. As your senses are filled with the sweet aroma of strawberries, William's touch becomes increasingly bold. His lips enclose around your nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking against the hard bud. You shiver as he pays big attention to your breast, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop. "My doll." he whispers against your skin before moving onto the other nipple.

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You love nature, so on a fine summer day you like to ride a bike. You stop near the shore of the lake, watching the mirrored surface of the water. So beautiful and so… Fresh, you think. You want to plunge into water, but you don't have a swimsuit with you, so you go into the lake in your usual clothes. However you're not alone. William gives you a genuine smile as he stands by your side, eyeing the lake.

The two of you enter the water. You immediately begin to swim towards the middle, William following close behind. Little do you know he admires your every move, his eyes lingering on your curves and he playfully splashes you with water.

As William closes in on you, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him. You giggle as his hands explore your sides, teasing your skin. "My girl. . . I've been wanting you since this morning." he brings his face closer to yours. You only laughed, splashing water into his face, which made William's hair get wet. "Hey, no, let me kiss you, doll." before you know it, your lips pressed together in a soft kiss. It's gentle and sweet, oh god, just like this fucking strawberry jam. You wrap your arms around William's neck, deepening the kiss.

"I love you. . ." you whisper against his lips as your wet bodies press closer together. The intensity of your kiss increases, William scoops you up in his hands. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as water cascades off your bodies.

"My little princess." he says deeply while he carries you towards the lake shore, your bodies slick with water. He carefully sets you down on a soft patch of grass, staring deeply into your eyes. "You’re so beautiful." his voice is hoarse from growing aroual as he gently brushes his thumb over your cheek. So delicate.

Just when you take initiative, William moans into your mouth and you can't help but feel your pussy clench from how fucking hot his voice sounds like this. His fingers roam through your wet hair as your lips move hungrily against each other. "God. . . You're driving me insane, fuck." he pulls away for a moment, catching his breath.

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In your large garden with lots of bushes and trees grows that sweet reddish strawberry. Your mother often sends you to collect it for making her magical jam. While you were bending over a bush, a straw hat on your head to protect you from the scorching sun, you began to pull the berries until you felt a slap on the ass.

"Need any help?" a familiar voice sends sounds as William approaches you from behind. His pervert gaze drawn to your butt, showcased perfectly by your skirt. "Sorry, couldn't resist." he now whispers into your ear.

Soon enough his "couldn't resit" changes into groans of "fuck, your pussy feels so good." as he pounds you from behind, feeling your wetness coating his shaft completely. Your fingers dig deeper into the dirt as pleasure courses through your body. "God, babygirl, take it all, take it." he picks up pace.

As his heavy balls slap against your clit just fucking nicely, adding stimulation, it sends electricity through your body. You moan loudly, arching into him. "I'm so close, daddy. . . Don't hold back, please."

While your eyes roll back and you shudder through your blissful orgasm, clenching around his dick, you accidentally squeeze a strawberry until it bursts in your hand.

"What a fucking mess you are, doll."

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On the evening of the same day, you were in the yard of your house, your dad invited his friend to visit to share a conversation about work with him. But fortunately for William, your dad warns him that he’ll be right back and leaves into the house, most likely he forgot something there, you think. Nevertheless, you and William are left alone.

As soon as your father leaves, William turns to you with a wicked grin.

"Will you serve me lemonade, doll?" he winks at you, his gaze traveling up and down your body.

You smile flirtatiously, walking over to the pitcher of lemonade on the patio table. You fill a glass halfway before turning around. "Here's your lemonade, Will— daddy." you tease him and toss it lightly towards him, giving him a sly smile as you wait for his reaction.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." he takes a sip of drink and lets out a groan. "Mmm. . . Perfect." then his big hand suddenly lands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"We literally did it this morning." you smile.

He squeezes your ass playfully. "I can't help myself when you're teasing me, naughty girl. Your father's making a huge mistake leaving his lovely daughter with me."

As your father returns, William instantly puts on an innocent smile and turns back to his lemonade. "Oh, here you are." he greets him in a polite tone. As your father starts talking about some work-related issues, you can't help but steal a few glances at William. He catches your eyes and winks at you before taking another sip of lemonade.

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William takes you to the town, driving you in his old fashioned car with expensive leather seats while you look out the window. As he speeds down the town road, you feel the wind in your hair, enjoying the ride.

The sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of red and orange. You felt like you were transported to another world as William's car made its way down the peaceful streets lined with vintage shops and cozy restaurants of little town. He put on some smooth jazz which seemed fitting enough for your ride. It perfectly filled the silence between you two. His fingers wrapped around yours and he looked at you with a gentle smile. "I love you."

As William drove, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh covered by a light dress. His large palm cupped you possessively, sending heat flowing straight to your core. His touch was confident yet tender, dominant, but so fucking sweet.

"I want to suck you off." William's eyes widened as you whispered in his ear, his grip on your thigh tightening. He looked down at your lips, imagining them engulfing him fully.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned before pulling over onto the side of the road. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, running his thumb along your bottom lip. The car slowed down to a halt by the side of a field, far from the town.

"Yeah, i want to make you feel good." you nodded. William turned on some soft music before leaning closer towards you.

"Do it then, bunny. Make me feel good with your little mouth."

As you lowered your head, he unzipped his pants, taking his hardening cock out. Your eyes locked onto him, admiring the sight of his thick dick in front of you. You leaned forward and ran your tongue over the tip. "Goddamn. . ." he groaned loudly at the sensation of your wet warm lips wrapping around him. You looked up at him with eager eyes as you took him deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the base of his cock.

William threw his head back, clutching the edge of the car seat as you sucked him, bobbing your head.

"Fuck! . . ." he rasped breathlessly, enjoying the warmness of his doll's pretty mouth. "Such a good girl." William's hips bucked up a bit, moaning loudly as you took him deeper. Your lips wrapped tighter around his cock. "Fuck yes." he panted, threading his fingers through your hair lovingly. "Swallow it, baby. . ." he pushed on your head as his seed spilled into your mouth. He panted heavily, watching you greedily swallow his release.

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"My mom said she's going to make blueberry jam today." you whisper into William's lips while sitting on his lap. He takes off his sunglasses and gives you a questioned, but curious look.

"Then I'll come over for a cup of tea." he laughs.

[bytheinaya]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Summary: Jeon Jungkook has a crush on you, the girl everybody wants to be like. You were usually called a good fuck by the guys in college, they weren't wrong. Jeon was smart, and you took advantage of that when you needed help in your studies, but in return, he asked you for something. It was a deal Pairing: Soft! Jungkook X Motorcyclist! Reader Friends with benefits AU, Motorcyclist AU, college AU genre: Smut, fluff. Warnings: Soft Jungkook, Dominant reader, smut, angst. !! I am not sexualizing Jungkook, the character portrayed in this story is simply a figment of my imagination, This is all just FICTION!!

(This story will be parted)

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you glance over your shoulder to find the stranger sleeping peacefully next to you. Furrowing your brows in frustration, you stand up and grab your scattered clothes on the floor, feeling a mix of emotions rushing through you. With each step towards the bathroom, you can't help but ponder the events of the previous night, wondering how you ended up in this situation. You decide to take a long, hot shower, hoping that it will wash away not just the physical remnants, but also the lingering memories. As you dry yourself off and get dressed, you can't help but feel a sense of urgency creeping in. You grab your keys, wallet, and phone, stealing one last glance at the stranger before you silently slip out of the room.

Walking out of the building and into the morning air, you take a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. The new day brings with it a sense of freedom, a chance to leave behind the night before and begin anew. Making your way towards your motorcycle, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement as you turn the engine on and embark on your journey home. Glancing at your watch, you realize that time is of the essence. It's already 5:30, and you have a strict schedule to follow. You remind yourself that you need to get to college in 2 hours, fill your gas tank, change at home, and then head off to college.

As you speed through the streets, the roar of the motorcycle fills your ears, drowning out any other thoughts or worries. The wind caresses your face, and you feel the raw power of the engine beneath you. In this moment, you find solace from the struggles and challenges of life. The city lights twinkle like stars, casting a mesmerizing glow on the pavement as you navigate through the night. It's as if the world around you is in harmony, offering a brief respite from the chaos that often engulfs your mind.

It's moments like this that offer a sense of refuge, especially when your parents are too preoccupied with their own lives to notice yours. The wind is like a friend, gently reminding you that, although your parents may be uncaring, there are still moments of beauty and peace in the world. These moments of solace provide a sanctuary from the chaos that surrounds you, allowing you to find strength in the midst of familial neglect.

As you park your bike in front of the huge mansion you never seemed to be proud of, you enter the home. It was empty as always, not even able to be called a home. The silence echoes through the halls, emphasizing the emptiness that permeates every corner. You take a deep breath and look around, allowing the memories to flood your mind. Everything was so familiar yet so distant, a bittersweet reminder of the life you once had. The weight of sadness settles in your chest.

"You're finally home, where were you all those days?" The female voice asks. It's your childhood nanny, more like your mother for you. She smiled and gently stroked your hair, her touch a soothing balm to your weary soul. You felt like you were finally home, a place where love and acceptance are unwavering. You hugged her tightly, grateful for the stability she provides in a world filled with uncertainty. As you pull away, a bitter chuckle escapes your lips, a reflection of the disillusionment you feel towards your own family "You know Liz, what's even so great in this home". She follows your lead, understanding the depth of your emotions. She looked at you with a soft gaze and said, "No matter where you are, this place will always be home. You are loved here and always will be". Her words resonate deeply within you.

You smiled and hugged her again, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the comfort of the home you had come back to. "Loved only by you, I wonder if my parents know I exist or not" You smile as you pull away, she could see the sadness glistening in your eyes. But you were cold, she saw coldness in your eyes. She hugged you tighter, as if trying to shield you from the harsh realities of the world. She said, "Of course they do. They may not be here to show it, but they care about you." Her words may be a mere consolation, but they offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of your doubts. As she kissed your forehead and held your arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her unwavering support.

You knew she said that just to make you feel better about it, but you didn't mind it. As you smile back, a sense of determination fills your heart. You inform her that you'll be heading up to your room to get a bath and get dressed, eager to wash away the weariness of the night before, though you did take a shower at the stranger's home, you felt the need to have another bath. She nods in response, understanding the need for personal space. You walk up the stairs, feeling a little better, knowing that you have someone who cares deeply about your well-being. You take a long, hot shower, and as you dress up, you felt a warmth inside of you, a warmth that she gave you. This feeling of being loved and valued reminds you that you are not defined by your parents' neglect, but by the love and support you receive from those who truly matter.

As your motorcycle gracefully pulls up at the college's designated parking spot, you can't help but notice the numerous gazes fixated on you. It's a familiar sensation, one that you've grown accustomed to over time. Your hands instinctively reach for the head helmet, pulling it off and revealing your face to the curious onlookers. Your hair, meticulously tied up in a high ponytail, cascades down your back, adding to your captivating presence. The glint of the lip piercing on your bottom lip catches the sunlight, accentuating your edgy allure.

Unbeknownst to you, a few meters away, Jungkook discreetly observes as you effortlessly dismount from your sleek black bike. His eyes are glued to you, captivated by your every move. The grip on his books tightens as he continues to admire you in awe. His heart beats vigorously inside his chest, and a comforting warmth spreads through his entire being. Despite his desire to approach you, fear holds him back. He watches wistfully as you stroll away, yearning for the courage to introduce himself. Little does he know, the whole school is well aware of his infatuation, and that includes you.

Curiously, you have never seen his face before. You are only familiar with his name, or perhaps not even that, as it has never held any significance to you. His feelings are of no concern to you, and you have no interest in getting to know him. The constant reminders of his supposed crush on you have always been met with indifference. It simply doesn't matter to you, not him, nor anyone else for that matter.

With each confident click of your boots on the concrete floor, you stride into the familiar halls of the cherished college. The usual prying eyes follow your every step, but you remain unaffected. Head held high, you continue walking, undeterred by the curious gazes around you. Your singular focus is on reaching your destination - the classroom. As you enter, you seamlessly settle into your designated seat, comfortably awaiting the arrival of the professor. In the meantime, you effortlessly scroll through your social media feed, completely oblivious to the anticipation building in the room. The modern classroom is a busy hub of activity. As students arrive, their conversations are a mix of excitement and anticipation. The professor finally enters, and the room is silenced by a wave of respect. You can feel the energy of the room shift as the professor begins their lecture. You make a valiant effort to absorb the information being shared. The professor's words blend together in a harmonious melody, and you find yourself completely engrossed in the captivating discourse.

Your grades were dropping, and it's not like you care about it. Once your parents find out, your life will be hell, not like it isn't already. You need to figure out a way to get your grades back up, or you'll never hear the end of it. They'll cut you off everything, and you can't afford that. You start to consider your options - studying more, asking for help, or hiring a tutor. And it clicks. Once the period is over, you head up to..what's his name again? However, you head up to him, and he sat in the corner, head buried in his books for the next period. You tap him on the shoulder, and he looks up, a little surprised but strangely pleased. Jungkook would've never expected you out of everyone. Your voice softer than usual you speak: "Uhm, Jungwon right?" The man chuckled shaking his head and you ponder what had been so funny. "Jungkook, Y/N" He smiles as you look away embarrassed. "yeah, uh sorry" Scratching the nape of your neck you abruptly sit down next to the man, his eyes focused on you as he closes his books and places them on the table. "It's okay," he reassures you, an amused smile playing on his lips as he looks at you with an appreciative gaze. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as you realize that you might have found a solution to your academic struggles. "I need your help," you finally admit, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. The man is shocked by your sudden remark, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Looking around the classroom, you try to avoid his gaze as you speak. "Help? from me?" He asks genuinely confused, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. Your eyes find his again as you sigh, summoning up the courage to share your plea. You nod, feeling a little bit embarrassed but determined to salvage your grades. "Yes, I need your help. I'm struggling with this class, and I was wondering if you could spare some time to assist me." The man sitting next to you in class is renowned for his exceptional intelligence. He always knows the answer to the professor's questions, and he consistently earns top grades on his tests. You, on the other hand, find yourself constantly lagging behind, desperately trying to keep up. " I don't know Y-" In a moment of vulnerability, you cut him off, intertwining your hands with his, and begging him earnestly for his guidance. "Please, Jung...uhm, I mean, please help me. I can't afford to fail," you plead, your eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and determination, hoping that he will see the sincerity in your request and offer his assistance with your studies. Jungkook simply shakes his head at you, his expression softening as he takes in your words. "I don't know, Y/N," he says quietly, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want to see you fail, but I don't know if I can help you." You take a deep breath and mustering all your courage, you straighten your back and look Jungkook in the eyes. "Please," you say, your voice barely audible. "I'll do anything. I need your help." The man sighs as he looks away for a brief moment. Jungkook looks back at you and nods slowly. "Okay. I'll help you." There is a sudden flurry of joy filling your eyes as you leap up in utter joy. "Thank-" This time he cuts you off and says "But, you'll have to help me too..." You shoot a brow up wondering what he needed help with. "So, there's this...girl." You can't help but burst out in laughter, though he doesn't look as happy as you do. "Oh sorry, continue," You say trying to hold in your chuckles." I need your help to teach me everything you can, for me to be able to ask her out." The situation is so funny that you can't help but laugh. You can't believe that he needs your help to ask out a girl. It's like a scene out of a movie. "Fine, I guess it's a deal?" He nods. "You don't need to pay me, just teach me" You reluctantly agree, even though you're still laughing inside. You tell him that you'll try your best to help him. He thanks you for your help and you both head your separate ways. Not before trading numbers.

Your curiosity reaches its peak when you wonder about who the girl Jungkook likes might be. As you drive through the street on the way to your home, the wind hits your face giving you the sense of freedom you urge for. Your thoughts are still lingering around the mysterious girl Jungkook likes as you arrive at your home. You know about the possible rumors surrounding you and him but you can't help but wonder who it was and why Jungkook wanted to change himself for her.

As you step inside your house, you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. You ponder over the countless possibilities of who this girl could be, and the reasons why Jungkook would go to such lengths for her. It's a mystery that keeps you intrigued, and you can't help but let your imagination run wild with each passing moment.

"1...2...3..." The man counts as he does his daily reps of pushups. His upper body exposed and coated with sweat. He stops for a moment, out of breath, he lays on the ground and looks up at the ceiling. His thoughts drift back to the girl who head up to him earlier in the day, you, he smiled to himself of how you looked so embarrassed when saying his name wrong. Sweat glistens off his toned body, his muscles contracting as he moves. He shook his head, chuckling at the memory. He stood up and grabbed his towel to wipe off the sweat. "You know you could just confess to her and move on with it?" A deep voice resounded in the gym. Taehyung, Jungkook's best friend, spoke. "I don't know what you're talking about," Jungkook said, trying to play coy. He knew that Taehyung saw right through him, but he didn't want to admit it. "Come on kook, helping her with tuition, lying about some girl just to be able to spend time with her? I'm dumb but not that dumb" Jungkook wanted to know you better, he wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to be able to talk to you and spend time with you. Taehyung smiled, he could tell Jungkook had a crush on you. He could see that Jungkook was trying to hide it, but he knew the truth. Taehyung knew that Jungkook was willing to do anything to get closer to you.

"Do I really need to say anything to you?" Jungkook casually tosses his towel over his shoulder while settling himself onto the chest press machine. Taehyung lets out a laugh, takes a swig of water and proceeds to complete his push-ups. "Nah, I already know what you're experiencing," Taehyung remarks with a smirk. Jungkook rolls his eyes and commences his workout. Taehyung observes him for a moment before resuming his own exercises, privately amused by the younger one's demeanour.

Tags: @ottergirl

[dirtytomatoedwrites]

ONLY HUMAN

Summary: Changes are happening. Rafe can feel it.

Paring: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Strictly 18+ No Minors to Interact

Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Dub-Con/Non-Con, "Blood-Drinking", Character Death, Smut, Horror.

Word Count: 2k words

Author's Note: Wanted to contribute to Kintober but also wanted to experiment with how and what I write. Hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween 😈

Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Please don’t steal or copy bits of my writing or any writing from other writers cause karma will get ya.

It was the headaches that first hinted something was wrong.

Not just mild, fleeting headaches, but relentless migraines. They were excruciating, bouts of pain that seemed to originate from deep within his skull, right behind his eyes and radiating outwards in waves.

They were accompanied by disturbing visual auras—shimmering zigzags of light that swirled around his field of vision, making the world seem fractured and broken.  He couldn't help but wonder if something sinister was taking root—something malignant, something deadly.

Over-the-counter pain pills and the heavy prescribed meds from his dad’s bathroom cabinet didn’t help. Being exposed to sunlight only made things worse; once a source of warmth, now felt like molten fire, forcing him to wear his sunglasses indoors. But after a while even that didn't work.

The only respite came when he submerged himself in utter darkness. And so his days became isolated, cocooned within the confines of his bedroom. The thick, heavy curtains drawn creating a sanctuary from the glaring sunlight that now felt like an enemy.

Cloaked in this artificial night, he clung to the few comforts that remained: scrolling through his Instagram feed to stay connected with friends. But even their mundane accomplishments made him feel worse, knowing the world carried on—while his was standing still.

Topper boasted about his championship win and how his dad was lending him the family boat to celebrate. Kelce posted pictures of himself at the golf club, scoring a suspiciously low 90. And then there was you. Sweet you. Pretty you.

“When did you get a puppy?”

He clicked on the video, showing you cradling the little fur ball. Despite the pain, a chuckle escaped Rafe's lips.

Ah, so it wasn’t your pup after all but a friend’s, he mused. He watched as you gently petted and cooed at it, your voice a calming balm soothed even his anxiety while his gaze drank in your contented features slowly, lingering just a tad too long on your eyes and lips.

Clearing his throat Rafe clicked off the vid.

RAFE- Yo can you guys quit posting this shit? You know I'm dying over here. Don't need to feel like killing myself too.

The boys' "lols" and your kiss and hug emojis, along with well-wishes, made him smile, giving him a glimmer of hope. "It'll pass in a few days," Topper responded. "Migraines can't last forever. You'll be up and about soon," you assured. And for a brief moment, Rafe believed it.

But then, the loss of appetite hit him.

Food suddenly didn't have the same appeal anymore, not after the headaches started. Bland, tasteless, gagging on his favorite meal—the texture of food itself seemed off somehow, like it wasn't going down quite right, like it wouldn't clear his throat when he swallowed it. And if the terrible texture wasn't bad enough, it tasted like it wasn't made for human consumption. Every bite seemed artificial, a blend of plastics and chemicals.

Drinking water only seemed to make things worse—every sip led to a lurching of his stomach, a violent uprising of nausea that ended with him hunched over the toilet, retching, even when it seemed there was nothing left.

Enough was enough.

He decided to video call Dr. Morris.

"Were you able to take your temperature recently?" She asked as she scribbled down his list of symptoms.

Rafe touched a hand to his forehead. "Yeah, it’s pretty normal. Checked it this morning; it was 98.6, or maybe just a touch below."

"Alright..." Dr. Morris murmured as she scribbled notes. "And the headaches, did they appear with the eye changes?"

"Eye changes? What changes?"

Dr. Morris gave a short laugh as if he was pulling her leg but stopped immediately when he didn't laugh with her. "There's discolouration around the edge," she said, her finger making a circle near her own pupil. "It's crimson. Haven't you noticed the color change?"

Rafe leaned closer to the screen, trying to see the reflection of his own eyes. They did seem different—possibly a bit darker around the edges? It was hard to tell in the dim light.

"I haven't noticed—no offense, doc, but I've had other things on my mind," he replied tersely. "So, what's wrong with me?"

"These symptoms can indicate many things: the flu, food intolerance, a bacterial infection. We'll need to run tests. But given your age and lifestyle, I suspect it's just a bug. I'll refer you to Claire for a blood test appointment this week, and in the meantime, I'll prescribe something for nausea to help you keep food and fluids down."

"Alright... doc." he nodded with a sigh of relief "That sounds like a plan."

Time bore down upon Rafe, its weight an oppressive force that enveloped each passing moment, shrouded in the inescapable cocoon of artificial darkness. The world outside seemed distant, lost behind the heavy curtains drawn across the windows.

Confined within his dimly lit room, the persistent throb in his head wove a malevolent lullaby, blurring the boundary between reality and hallucination. The antinausea pills only dulled the edges of his suffering, allowing sips of water to stay down, while he managed to eat small morsels of food. But a hunger unlike anything he had ever experienced before clawed at him from deep within, a gnawing emptiness that defied satiation.

Amidst his despair, his Instagram feed served as his bridge to the outside world, a bittersweet reprieve. Travels, festivities, sporting events—brief snapshots of lives that captivated him as long as it took to scroll. Yet, within those fleeting glimpses, you shone distinctly. A light in the darkness. With a magnetic radiance, your digital presence seemed more real than the dim walls surrounding him. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, toggling between your Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook, silently observing every aspect of your life.

You were his friend and yet, with each photo and video, you unveiled new layers he had never noticed before. Were you always this serene? This happy? Your laugh that infectious? Peace seemed to radiate from you. And he found himself wanting to understand its source. Your digital presence had become a double-edged sword—offering him solace at one moment and then amplifying his torment in the next.

And then one night, the comforting yet painful ritual of immersing himself in your virtual world was interrupted.

Rubbing his eyes, aching from the screen's glare, he decided to splash some water on his face. Entering the dimly lit bathroom, he was startled by his own reflection. Leaning closer to the mirror, his eyes just inches away from the glass, he scrutinized the change.

The crimson around his pupils had grown darker, more pronounced, and now covered most of his pupil.

But what scared him more was the pulsing pattern. Every heartbeat seemed to send ripples through the shade, expanding and contracting with his pulse as if it had a life of its own. As if it were connected to some deeper, more sinister force within him.

"What the fuck?"

Panic set in, and Rafe fumbled to switch on the brighter overhead lights, hoping that maybe the subtle light from the bathroom bulb was playing tricks on him.

But under the stark, unforgiving light, the reality became even clearer. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of the ominous pulsing in his eyes. It was as though something was alive in there. A parasite. A silent watcher buried deep within, looking back at him from the mirror.

And just as that thought gripped his mind, another thought intruded, one that wasn't his own.

SLEEP

A dark siren echoed through his consciousness, promising peace and tranquility if only he gave in.

SLEEP

Its voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, promising it would make it all better.

SLEEP

Rafe felt its presence, an intangible force that clouded his thoughts, pulling him down into an abyss of darkness. He wanted to resist, to fight back against the compulsion that demanded his obedience. But fatigue suddenly weighed heavily on his eyelids, and the false comfort of the voice was impossible to resist.

SLEEP

With trembling hands, Rafe switched off the bathroom light, the shadows immediately lengthening and merging into one great expanse of blackness.

SLEEP

Suddenly, his steps were heavy, as if sinking into quicksand, his mind numb and zombified as he trudged along. Exhaustion made it a struggle to even reach his bed, and when he finally collapsed onto it, heart pounding against his ribcage, he began to sob because he knew he was surrendering to the unknown.

You awaken with a jolt, your heart racing and your eyes darting wildly in the pitch black. The air in your bedroom feels thick, an ominous heaviness that chills you to the bone. Your bed, once a sanctuary of familiarity and safety, now seems alien and cold beneath you.

Something catches your attention—a subtle but undeniable weight at the foot of your bed.

With trepidation, you force yourself to look down, and sheer horror grips you.

There, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight, is Rafe—or at least what remains of him. His posture is slumped, defeated, his silhouette a mix of lost and predatory.

Your throat tightens, and a scream gets stuck within it, but before it can escape, Rafe's voice—eerie and unlike him—cuts through the silence. "I had to see you... it commanded me too."

In a supernatural blur, he's suddenly upon you, his weight oppressive and suffocating. His skin is sickly pale, drawn tight over gaunt cheekbones. But it's his eyes, blood-red radiating pure evil, that hold you captive.

His icy fingers glide over your face, every touch searing your skin like a brand, a mixture of tenderness and threat that has you trembling.

"You're scared," he rasps, his voice a deathly whisper. “I’ll make it so you’re not."

The moment your lips meet, everything fades—your perception of past, present, reality; memories; even the chilling dread that had consumed you. Suddenly you're floating in a void, a liminal space between desire and oblivion.

His lips are a potent elixir, and with every passing second they pull you deeper into a spellbound haze. Your body is electrified with the intensity of his embrace. Every inch of skin comes alive beneath his ice cold touch.

Every whisper of breath; moan; gasp emanating from your lips mingles with the steady beat of your pounding heart. Your thoughts evaporate like wisps of smoke as the kiss intensifies to lust that surpasses all understanding.

His fingers leave a trail of fire down your exposed torso, as his hands slip away your clothes and his own. You do not notice. You're too consumed by pleasure and need alone. The need to be taken. The need to be fucked.

Suddenly he's pushing inside you and moving against you with an impatient hunger, claiming you for himself until you become one entity with one pulse, one breath, one desire—to reach ecstasy together.

With an animalistic vigor, he thrusts into you again and again, faster and harder, each stroke more powerful than the last. Pleasure builds inside you until there are no boundaries between pain and pleasure, only bliss. Bliss consumes every fragment of your being, building into an orgasm so profound, so primal, mounting higher and higher until—

Cold fingers seize your chin, jerking your head to reveal the delicate skin of your neck. Your eyes widen as grotesque, razor-sharp fangs extend from Rafe's perfect white teeth.

With agonizing force, they snap onto your throat, synchronizing with the grinding of his hips, and the sudden, overwhelming orgasm that tears you into a million pieces. Your muscles convulse and quiver around his cock, while Rafe's grip on your shoulder tightens, anchoring you in place as he drinks deep.

"What's happening?" you choke, sensing your heartbeat slowing. Tears now cascade down your cheeks, mingling with the blood trickling from your collarbone, staining the once-pristine white bedsheets.

"Rafe... I'm scared," you whisper, your grip on his arm weakening as desperation fills your fading gaze.

A monstrous hunger gleams in Rafe's eyes as he briefly withdraws, crimson trailing from his lips. An unsettling vitality now surrounds him, no longer pale or sickly; he appears healthy and handsome, reminiscent of his former self – a picture of perfect health.

In a cruel mockery of tenderness, he raises your wrist to his mouth, his eyes gleaming with ravenous hunger. With savage grace, he sinks his bloodstained fangs into your vein.

The world seems to bleed into his mouth as your life force drains. Each beat of his heart grows louder, stronger, overpowering the diminishing rhythm of your own, which slows... slows... and finally fades into silence.

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Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

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Part 11 - Iknimaya

Sweat and blood free after a quick bath, Neteyam cleaned his bruised knuckles, then haphazardly dabbed a bit of healing balm to them before rushing out again. 

He could feel the buzz and hubbub surrounding him as he stalked through Camp. Word must have gotten by now about his brutal fight with T'shteyo. Most likely also about his and Xi’s relationship. 

He hadn’t exactly been quiet when he called her his wife, and even if they hadn’t heard that part, he was sure people would have connected the dots just from the brutal scene alone of his uncharacteristic fly off the handle. 

Neteyam could only imagine what a mess the rumour mill was currently. Gossip seemed to spread far quicker through the clan than a flu.

The moment he entered the Tsahìk’s healing tent however, a flash of simmering annoyance filled him. 

Not only was the tent unnecessarily packed with worrying friends and neighbours, but his poor betrothed sat amidst a suffocating crowd of their family members. 

A heavily pregnant D’avi sat on one side of her- stroking Xi's hair comfortingly while Sal and Jxo sat on the other. His grandmother seemed to be asking Xilä questions while Kiri kept trying to get her to have sips of water. Lo’ak, Spider and his mother hovered closely while a tiny Tuk kept inching her way forward until she was practically seated in Xi’s lap. 

If the situation were different, Neteyam would have thought the sight comical. He knew their families were only worried, and he was grateful they cared this much. But the sight of his Xilä’s overwhelmed face was too much for him. 

Striding forward, he made a beeline for her through the suffocating room. 

Xi turned instantly relieved when she noticed him and didn’t hesitate once when he reached out for her. Gently pulling her to her feet, he ignored their families' protesting voices as he led her through the parted bodies and right out of the tent. 

Fingers interlocked, she stuck close to him as he navigated them through the encampment's flurry of activity. Keeping her head tilted downward, she tried her best to ignore the stares and not so hushed whispers. 

The Sully residence was the closest escape for them.

Entering his room, Neteyam took a few steps away from her and released a heavy breath, wiping his palms down his face as guilt clouded him. He hoped to Eywa she didn’t hate him for all the commotion and attention he so clearly had caused. 

“Xi, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he said sincerely, pulling her close again. “All of that-” he started, gesturing to the general direction of the outside. “I didn’t mean-”

Her brows furrowed. “It’s fine. Really. I- I don’t care,” she said in a concerned tone, not liking how broken up he was sounding. Palms soothing over the skin of his smooth chest, her frown deepened at the sight of his split lip. “Are you okay?” she asked. 

He shook his head as if words eluded him, choosing instead to draw her in and claim her mouth in response. Ignoring the sting of his lip, he pulled away for a second to suck in a breath of air before he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers. 

Xilä returned the affection eagerly, humming softly when he tugged on her hair, tilting her head higher to grant him easier access. 

Everytime they kissed it felt like the very first time to her. This kiss was no exception she thought. It felt like he was pouring all of himself into it- into her. 

She could feel the tension and pent up anger within him deflate as they kissed. And he could tell the moment her remaining anxiety and fear began to fade. 

They both needed this kiss it seemed. It was honestly a true testament to just how much of an effect they had on each other. 

Panting slightly when they eventually broke apart, he tucked her flyaways behind her ears, palms cradling her cheeks while he continued to pepper tiny kisses to her pouty lips. 

She couldn’t help but giggle against his sweet ministrations, hugging him around the waist, if only to bury herself closer.  

He cleared his throat when he stood tall again. Scratching his temple, he gave her a sheepish smile. 

“You make me get carried away sometimes,” he admitted, reaching down to swipe a thumb across her kiss swollen bottom lip. 

Xi grinned and stretched up to smack her lips to his chin- not quite able to meet his lips, to show him that she didn’t mind him getting carried away. “I like when you do.” 

As if just noticing where they were, her smile widened. “We’re in your room,” she stated with a glint of excitement. She’d never been in his room before. 

“Is that okay?” he asked, amused by the way her attention was suddenly stolen by their surroundings. 

“Yes,” she said, not even hiding the fact she was staring intently at his little workstation that held a personal tablet, his comm device and a few other odd looking contraptions and gadgets she’d only seen in the labs before. 

With a final kiss to her temple, Neteyam untangled himself from Xi then moved to toss himself into his hammock. Palms behind his head as he got comfortable, he observed his pretty mate-to-be with a smile, while she explored his private space.

The room was quite large- but then again the Sully tent was massive. 

Neteyam watched as Xi’s eyes roamed over his impressive collection of weapons, his riding equipment and the many pairs of different visors he owned. Her fingertips traced across a few of the well made beaded designs of jewellery he had neatly laid out and she giggled quietly when she spotted his half assed completed pile of forgotten laundry. 

His hammock was grand and made out of tightly woven bamboo stalks and vines. It was not one that swung, but it hung low to the ground as a sort of elevated bed. The inside well of the hammock was softly padded by a thick pelt and Xi noticed there was one lone blanket crumpled at his feet. One lone blanket, unlike her nest of multi fabrics. She knew Neteyam ran hot. 

When she finished exploring, she happily made her way back to him. Straddling his waist, she sat atop his abs, hair falling into her face as she peered down at him. 

“I like your room,” she complimented, brushing the annoying strands away. 

“Thanks baby….I’ll have you know, you’re the first girl I’ve ever brought in here,” he said with a little smirk. 

“Really? Well, I’m glad I’m at least the first girl with something,” she teased easily. 

He stared at her, looking for signs of- well he wasn’t exactly sure. “Does it bother you that I’ve been with other girls before?” he asked seriously. 

It was known by her that he was well versed in bed, but they had never exactly discussed what that meant- he wanted to know what she thought. 

Her nose scrunched up. “No. Should it? I mean, it’s kind of a good thing I think. At least one of us should know what they're doing, right?” she said, causing him to snort at her answer. 

“I’m serious!” she laughed, slapping a palm to his chest. Biting her lip, she decided to ask her own question. “Does it bother you that I'm not- you know…experienced? I know guys usually like that, I’ve heard Lo’ak and his friends talk a few times…”

“No,” he replied just as easily. “In fact I think I like it a little too much just how innocent you are,” he admitted, enjoying the blush blooming across her cheeks. “And you being the first girl in my room is not the only first of mine you have,” he said, running a large hand up her thigh. 

“What other firsts am I then?” she asked, biting her lip to keep from smiling. 

“First girl- not counting Tuk, I’ve ever let ride with me on Buddy. First girl I brought home for dinner. First girl I let sit on my face-”

“Neteyam!” she shrieked in mortification, unable to hide her smile this time. “Wait- really? You- you never did that with another girl?”

“Nope. Never.”

She swallowed, eyes glazing over momentarily as if she were remembering the experience. “Oh. Well I guess you’re just naturally good at it then.”

He laughed out loud at her compliment, unable to contain himself. 

Sobering up, he continued with his list a bit more serious this time. “First girl I gave my heart to. First girl I’ll make my wife...First girl and only girl I’ll make a home and future with and first girl and only girl I’ll spend the rest of my life loving.” 

Xilä sniffled with a wobbly smile. “You can’t go around saying things like that Neteyam Sully. You’ll make me fall in love with you even more.” 

She rubbed his forearm resting along her thigh, fingers sliding to stroke his cracked knuckles. “I forgot, I’m supposed to be mad at you. You were supposed to come back in one piece, remember?” she chided, reaching to thumb at his split lip with a frown.

He shrugged. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he said with unnerving honesty. 

A beat of silence passed as they stared at each other, shifting emotions and expressions- silently being communicated between them. 

“Kiss me,” she whispered. 

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he said, sitting up to claim her lips. 

They spent the remainder of the morning together. Between cuddles, kisses and near inappropriate touches, they spoke about this and that. 

He asked her about her wrist, his fingers gently circling the compression bandage wrapped around it- hiding away the dark bruises. She simply smiled and told him she was right- it was only a sprain, and with the help of a few doses of pain tonic and some bruise oil, she’d be fine in no time. 

At the mention of injuries, she raided his “first aid kit” as he called it, and gently applied a bit more healing balm to his lip and knuckles while commenting on the fact that their families would probably be upset he’d taken her away without a word- he did not care.   

Then. Finally then, facing the topic she had so been avoiding, she asked him about what had happened between him and her father that morning. He told her the truth about the majority of the fight and the aftermath, keeping her father’s belittling and hurtful comments about her, to himself. 

After their discussion of T'shteyo that was it. She told him she didn’t want to discuss the man ever again. She wanted them to move on with their lives. Xilä refused to let him have any more of a hold on her. 

Neteyam was so proud of her, the pride in his chest felt like it would burst- she’d grown so much since the first moment they’d met. 

At some point she and Neteyam eventually fell into a light sleep, napping away the eventful morning they’d both had. 

The pitter patter of little feet and hushed giggles roused her after an hour of rest.

Peeking through a half opened eyelid from her tucked position against Neteyam’s side- head perched between a bicep and a pec, she spotted two small faces poking through the divider. 

Tuk and her friend Täylley creeped in, shushing rather loudly at each other as they argued over who was being louder. Then, at the sight of a sleeping Neteyam they gaped, then pouted, then glared- arms folded in upset.

“He’s sleeping during the day?!” Tuk whisper- yelled with a wrinkle brow.

“I thought he said we’d go today?” Täylley complained. 

“That’s what he said!” Tuk hushed back at her friend while shooting a betrayed glare at her big brother. 

Xilä stifled her laughter as she enjoyed the comedic duo. The two girls had not only no semblance of a proper whisper but they had evidently not noticed her yet- Neteyam’s impressive build was keeping her hidden away. 

“Ugh. Today my grandmother said she'd be making sweets. I really don’t want to miss out on getting to lick the bowl....Come get me if he wakes up. Promise I’ll save you some sweets if I get, okay?” 

The two girls linked pinkies, then did an odd sort of hop and spin- their version of a secret handshake Xi was told, and then Täylley was on her way off. 

Tuk on the other hand stayed behind. Creeping forward she raised one tiny hand to poke Neteyam but Xi intercepted. 

“Tuk!” she whispered, lifting her head.

Tuktirey gasped in surprise. 

When Xilä gestured for her to come around to her side of the hammock, she sat up and allowed the little girl to climb in next to her. 

Turning her back on Neteyam when she laid down again, she apologized softly, “Sorry I scared you. Your brother is tired. So let’s not wake him up just yet.”

“Okay,” Tuk agreed, matching her tone of voice as she snuggled in for a cuddle. 

“Why are you here? Are you two having a sleepover?” Tuk asked innocently.

“Just a little one,” Xi nodded. 

“Oh,” she said, thinking hard. “But it’s daytime. Can you have a sleepover during the day? And how come you get to? ‘Teyam never lets me sleep in his bed,” Tuk said, her jealousy poking through. 

Xilä bit her cheek to halt a smile- Tuk was quite serious at the moment. 

“Yes, you can have sleepovers during the day. It only works for naps though. Why did you want to wake up your brother?” she asked instead, trying to steer the conversation away from why she was in her brother’s bed. 

Tuk fiddled with Xi’s glass stone necklace, a small yawn escaping her. “Because he promised to take me and Täylley for a ride on Buddy. She’s never gotten to ride before and he even promised to give us two tricks too.”

“Ah. Well I’m sure he’ll keep his promise a little later,” Xi said, stroking Tuk’s hair affectionately. 

“Are you feeling better?” she asked kindly, pointing at Xi’s bandaged wrist.

Her wrist was aching but not wanting to cause worry, she said, “Much better now that you’re here, Tuk.”

Tuktirey beamed in response.

“Can I join your sleepover?” the youngest Sully asked, eyes wide and pleading. 

“Of course you can,” Xi agreed, pulling her in closer. 

Both Tuk and Xi eventually fell asleep after a few more hushed whispers and one begged song and bedtime story. 

The next time Xi woke, was because Neteyam was trying and failing to ease himself off the hammock without waking them. 

“Sorry, sorry. Go back to sleep,” he whispered apologetically when he stood. 

Shaking out his lone blanket to drape and cover both she and Tuk, he leaned down when she beckoned him to. 

“Where are you going?” she croaked, turning slightly to see him better, careful of the little body next to hers.

“To get us some lunch,” he replied, leaning closer to nuzzle her cheek. “Your tummy’s been rumbling for the past five minutes.” 

Xi blushed. “If the cooks have soup, or stew, will you get me some? I feel for something warm.”

“Soup, or stew. Got it. I’ll be back. And don’t think I have not noticed your new sleeping buddy over there.”

When Neteyam returned with their meal a half hour later, all he could do was sigh in defeat. Not only were Xi and Tuk awake, but Kiri had joined them now. 

All three girls had taken up residence in his hammock, comfortably sprawled as they chatted with each other. 

Judging by the particular cup in Xi’s hand that only the healers used, Neteyam guessed Kiri had brought Xilä another dose of tonic for her pain. 

“Oh great! We were starving. Thanks ‘Tey,” Kiri smirked, hands stretched expectantly for him to pass over the loaded tray in his hands. 

“Mmm,” he hummed unimpressed as he handed it over anyway. 

Xi shot him an apologetic look, but he shook his head with a smile to let her know it was fine. 

“Well, you girls seem comfortable, so I guess I’ll leave you to it. Tuk, stay out of my stuff,” he warned. 

Tuk simply stuck out her tongue at him in response. 

Ignoring her antics, he leaned over her head and pressed a kiss to Xi’s lips. 

A gasp halted his parting when he stood tall again. 

“You- you kissed her,” Tuk said in shock and mild disgust.

Kiri snorted at her sister’s reaction while Neteyam merely blinked. 

“We haven’t told her the news yet, have we?” he said, in realization. 

Xi shook her head, pressing her fingertips to her curled lips. 

“What news?!” Tuk demanded, her tiny head flicking from Neteyam, to Xi, to Kiri, eyes narrowed accusingly as the older Na’vis began to laugh. 

~

In the early hours of the following morning, Xilä paced her room as she nervously got ready for the day. 

“Tell me again,” she begged a bit panicked, tossing aside the cloth she’d been using to squeeze her hair dry. 

Neteyam, who was lying on her bed, tore his gaze away from her bare breasts he’d been openly ogling as she shuffled into her undercloth before reaching for her skirt.

He sat up and began to recite the plan again, not feeling a single ounce of irritation. He’d recite it a thousand times if she needed him to. 

“The journey will be extremely long and treacherous- not like our usual hikes in the forest. I’ll take you as far up as I can on Antoyle but after that you make the rest of the journey on your own with the others. Careful with the floating rocks, timing is everything before you make the leap. Watch your footing along the ledges when you reach the waterfall- remember your balance training and you’ll have no trouble. I’ll fly out on Buddy and meet you at the top.”

She jerked her head in acknowledgment while shakily trying to tie the cords behind her back. 

Neteyam got to his feet and took over, doing up the ties of her top for her as he continued. “When you reach the nest you may feel overwhelmed by the noise and the surprising amount of them all clustered together, but you’ll be fine, just stay focused and alert, alright?”

When he finished securing the tie, he hugged her from behind in comfort and kissed her temple. “Focus on your breathing the way I taught you, it will keep you calm but attentive. The moment one lunges at you, you’ll know what to do.”

Turning her to face him, his eyes traced the delicate features of her face. “Tell me, Xilä. What do you do the moment you get the chance?”

“Tsaheylu,” she said, as echoed a thousand times. “Make the bond, secure the bond and most importantly lay my trust in the bond.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “I have to go check in on my other students, okay?” he said, looking every bit like that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“Okay.”

“Do one last round of stretches for your wrist and have Sal bandage it tightly for you,” he said. “Eat a light breakfast if you can and make sure you take your final dose of pain tonic before you leave or I’ll tan your hide the next time I make you come,” he said bossily, bending to kiss her goodbye. 

“Okay,” was all she said, too nervous to even blush at his joke of spanking her. “I’ll see you at the meeting point soon,” she said distractedly. 

“Baby.”

“Yeah?” she said looking up at him.

“You’ll do great. You got this. Hey,” he said, lifting her chin up. “I’m going to be right behind you the entire time, alright? The entire time.” 

She nodded and pressed up on the balls of her feet to kiss him again. 

Today was the day. 

Iknimaya. 

To say Xilä was nervous was an understatement. 

Once she finished getting ready, she headed out to the main room where she was greeted by Sal and Jxo and a very lovely spread of breakfast. 

Midway of Jxo’s calming words of advice and encouragement, someone entered the tent. 

Salveen was a flurry of respectful gestures and excited words of welcome to the clan’s Olo’eykte. 

Neytiri had apologized for barging in so early and graciously accepted the elder’s offer to finish breakfast with them. 

If Xilä had thought she was too nervous to eat before, she had definitely lost her appetite now that her soon to be mother-in-law was seated next to her. 

After a few pleasantries, Neytiri turned to her with a kind smile. “Today is a big day. How are you feeling?” she asked. 

“Like I’m about to throw up,” Xi said honestly, gaining a few chuckles from her company. 

“I felt the same way when I had to complete my rites. But afterwards, it is the most freeing feeling you will ever experience.” 

Neytiri picked up something from her lap. “I hope you don’t mind. I brought you something,” she said, pushing a prettily wrapped bundle towards her. “For you, Xi.”

Face marred in slight shock at the unexpected gift, Xilä unwrapped the cloth with shaky fingers then gasped at the sight of what it held. 

“It was gifted to me by my late sister, Sylwanin. I had it spruced up a bit- but it served me well for many years and now I hope it does the same for you...daughter.”

At the word daughter, Xilä’s head flicked up to stare at Neteyam's mother. She swallowed a lodge that formed in her throat and blinked away incoming tears. 

“Neytiri- I,” she inhaled sharply and shook her head as a rush of emotion filled her- not only over the gift, but at the sentiment of Neytiri’s words. “I love it. Thank you- thank you so much, for everything, truly.” 

Neteyiri’s smile only widened when she reached out to squeeze Xi’s hand affectionately. “I am sorry we have not been able to spend time as of late. But I am hoping to change that soon. We will be family after all.” 

Wiping away one escaped tear from the edge of Xilä’s eye, Neytiri said, “Good luck today, Xi. May Eywa be with you every step of the way.”

Walking through the quiet encampment, Xilä kept glancing down at the gift in her hands from Neytiri. 

It was a rider’s mask. It was regal, fit for a leader. The visor was woven into an elegant design and littered with tiny shiny stones along the crown, and when Neytiri had done the honours of placing it on her- it was a perfect fit.  

“Hey,” a voice rang out quietly. 

Xilä did a double take when she saw who called her. Slowing down, she approached Leati who seemed to be waiting for her outside her home tent. 

“Here,” the warrior said, handing her a small pouch. 

“What’s this?” Xi frowned. 

“Ul’nic. It’s a mild inducement- ikran’s are attracted to the scent when in close proximity. If you use it well, you can momentarily distract your chosen one to make the bond easier…..It’s um, it’s what helped me when I completed my rites.”

Xilä’s eyes searched Leati’s face as she spoke. The woman, although hesitant, seemed to be genuine.

“Why are you giving this to me,” she asked. 

Leati rolled her eyes as if she was hoping to avoid the question. “I was a bitch. This is my peace offering,” was all she said. 

“Oh,” Xi said, blinking in surprise. “Well, uh. Thank you.” 

Leati shrugged. “Don’t get killed,” she mumbled, before heading back into her tent. 

Xilä smiled. She figured that was probably Leati’s way of saying Eywa be with you, or maybe even good luck.

She also wasn't stupid.

Just in case and for good measure, when she reached the meeting point, she pulled Neteyam aside to ask him what he thought about the contents of the pouch.

Surprisingly he said it was legit.

He did warn her however that not many knew how to use it correctly, and to be careful if she chose to do so- he trusted her either way.

~

The journey to the Hallelujah Mountains went just as Neteyam had said. It was indeed extremely treacherous but Xilä was proud she was able to keep up with the others- others who had trained for years for this very moment. 

When she reached near the top, her nerves spiked even more at the overwhelming sounds of so many mountain banshee cries and screeches. 

Neteyam met them at the top as promised. He gave her an encouraging grin and covert wink before launching into a quick pep talk to her and the others. He was her mentor right now, not her lover. 

This was it. 

This was her chance to face her fears not just because it was part of her journey in becoming Omatikaya, but to prove to herself she was strong. She was brave.

With a leap of faith and deep breath, she crept behind the others. Her eyes widened at the sight of the feral, screeching mess of multicoloured ikrans all tangled as they climbed over each other. 

Neteyam stayed near, tracking her movements as she stealthy strayed away from the group, heading further away from the edge of the cliff. 

Jake had told her about his near fall off the ledge, she was not going to take any unnecessary risks. 

Releasing the sturdy rope Jxo had made just for her, she eyed a few of the closer beasts, waiting with baited breath for one to choose her. 

She didn’t have to wait very long it seemed, because the loud squawk and sudden attack of a lavender mountain beast with navy stripes had her ducking into a roll to avoid being clawed at. 

Xi could hear Neteyam yelling words of caution from behind as she continued to try and dodge the brutal advances from the creature before her. 

Fangs bared, Xilä hissed at her attacker before charging at it with a roar. Leaping high, she clung to its neck as it screeched in displeasure, violently trying to shake her off. 

Xilä screamed when she almost went flying, hands and legs tightening their hold. 

Moving quickly when she had the chance, she flicked out the rope like a whip. It made a perfect loop around the ikran’s mouth and she pulled hard to ensure she’d shut its jaw tightly. 

Almost unbelievably, the ikran stopped its bucking. It swayed uncharacteristically in a bizarre manner, wings and head twitching as it released an unusual purring sound. Xi’s eyes widened when she realized that the Ul’nic, tied to the end of her rope, had worked. 

With seconds to spare, she scrambled to pull herself up on the back of the beast. Grabbing her queue from behind in one hand and the ikran’s in the other, Xilä joined the two together. 

The moment she created Tsaheylu, she gasped at the new sensation. 

The ikran however roared, causing one end of the rope around its mouth to snap. It jerked at the sudden connection, skittering in an odd sort of movement as it fought against the link and Xilä held on for dear life in hopes she was not thrown off. 

Neteyam’s words rang in Xilä’s head. Seal the bond!

Grasping hold of the two tendril’s behind its head, Xilä pulled hard, causing the banshee to go soaring high and off the cliff.

She screamed when it seemed like they’d gone tumbling, spiraling uncontrollably. It took a while, but after a few clumsy moments and some adjustments on both their ends, the ride turned smooth. 

An uncontrollable wide grin broke across her face when she realized. She couldn’t believe it.

She’d done it.

She’d succeeded! 

“Thank you. Thank you, friend,” she murmured to the beast beneath her, noting for the first time, her banshee was a female. 

The ikran screeched loudly as if understanding her and Xi laughed out loud, hooting in glee. 

Adjusting her new rider’s mask, she urged them on faster, whipping through the air as they gained speed.  

After a few experimental dips and sharp turns, a familiar cry met her ears. Turning behind, she saw Neteyam’s smiling face as he caught up to her on Buddy. 

Neteyam pointed and she nodded in understanding. Tugging on her hold and silently communicating through the bond, Xi turned them around and followed him.  

Swooping near floating rocks, they headed for a cliff where she could already see the other students who had succeeded. They seemed to be getting acquainted with their mountain beasts. 

Xi landed her newly claimed ikan in front of the others who hooted their congratulations towards her. 

She leaped off with ease and disconnected her queue, grinning madly as she brushed her palms against the mountain beast’s multicoloured side, clicking her tongue and humming soothingly to calm her down.  

“Xi!”

Xilä flung herself into Neteyam’s arms the moment he was within reach. “I did it! Did you see me? Oh Eywa! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh. 

He spun her around, then set her on her feet but kept her close, uncaring of the Na’vi’s around them. “You did so good, sweetheart. So good,” he praised softly. “Didn’t I tell you you would?” 

A low growl interrupted them. Her ikran was vying for attention. Xi turned and removed the broken rope from around her mouth, rubbing along her jaw as she clicked her tongue to calm the female beast’s fury. 

She took Neteyam’s wrist and raised his palm to her ikran who immediately nuzzled her beak into his hand, practically purring as he scratched under her jaw like Xi had just done.  

“She likes you,” Xi mused. 

“She is beautiful. What will you name her?” he asked. 

Xi stroked her palm against the other side of the ikran’s face, staring into her eyes.

“Journey,” she replied.

Neteyam shot her a curious glance. 

“She will be my reminder of all the trials I have faced to get to this point in my life. She will be the reminder of the journey I have travelled. And for those moments in the future when I doubt myself, she will remind me that I am strong. That I am brave…..And I am not nothing.” 

Cupping her cheek, Neteyam pulled her in with a kiss to the forehead. “It is perfect,” he breathed against her skin. “I am so proud of you, Xilä.”

When Neteyam addressed them all as a group again with commending words of deep admiration, a rewarding expression graced his face. 

The recruits all cheered, basking in their mentor’s praise, with their own words of thanks and appreciation. 

“So,” Neteyam started with a smirk as he eyed each and everyone of them, his eyes landing on Xilä’s, last. 

“Shall we go for a ride?” 

~

The day had been completely eventful, but it was not over quite yet. 

By the time they returned late that evening, they were greeted by many members of the clan who had gathered and were awaiting their return. 

Family members rushed forward from the crowd to congratulate the successors and Xilä grinned wildly at the sight of Jxo and Sal coming towards her, a waddling D’avi just behind, being helped along by her husband. 

They were escorted to the clearing where the clan’s dinner was usually served. 

There was a ceremony and congratulatory feast held in their honor that evening.

Xilä had lost track of how many thank you’s she’d said in the last hour. The sheer amount of praise and kind words she’d received from clan members was gratifyingly overwhelming at times, but Xi appreciated every one of them.   

Even though it was known that Xilä had officially chosen her path to become a healer, she was still surprised to be gifted a grand bow along with the others, by none other than the clan’s Olo'eyktan. 

Jake was all proud smiles as he presented her with a beautiful bow. When he moved on to the next Na’vi, Xilä studied the amazing artwork in her hands. 

The bow looked as if it were handcrafted just for her. Not only being the perfect size and shape for her stature, it had a feminine flare to it.

She gasped when she noticed a small familiar engraving at the end. It was Jxo’s trademark. 

Eyes finding him in the crowd, standing next to his wife, daughter and son-in-law, Xilä shot him a soft and treasured expression.

Jxo’s stony face nodded in response, but Xi wasn’t fooled. She could see the swimming emotion of pride as he stared back at her. 

~

When the feast ended, Xilä who was seated with Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri, was abducted by an extremely determined D’avi. 

Quickly pulling her through the throng of dispersing Na’vis, D’avi dragged her all the way back to her and her husband’s tent with impressive speed. 

“D’avi, what-”

But D’avi shut her up with a “now is not the time” look as she guided Xi over to a large wash basin. 

“Strip, and clean up. You are filthy, Xilä,” her sister, bossed rudely. “Here use this, it’s infused with alvine petals and sweet barli oil,” she said, pressing a cloth and small jar of heavily scented soap balm into her hands. 

Confused, Xilä did as told. After stripping out of her rumpled, dirt splattered skirt and top from her day's activities, she began to scrub herself clean. 

“Um D’av, what’s this about?” she asked, frowning at her sister who was currently contemplating between two tubed tops that looked to be new. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot!” D’avi exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief. When she saw Xilä’s dumbfounded face, she scoffed. “Tonight is the social gathering of all eligible unmated Na’vis- they’re setting up for the party as we speak in the Solania forest.”  

Xilä’s jaw dropped and a full body blush made its way across her dusty blue skin when she registered exactly what that meant. 

“Oh Eywa!” she whispered, furiously resuming her scrubbing. 

Her nerves over her rites had done a fine job of making her forget that tonight was the night Neteyam could possibly take her as his mate. They hadn’t discussed the when before, too busy with her training, to set a date. 

But tonight was a possibility- a definite possibility. 

“Yah,” D’vai sassed knowingly, hands on her hips making her look slightly comical from the sheer size of her protruding stomach. “Now turn around and let me tackle your hair.” 

D’avi was a life saver. 

By the time she was done, Xilä was a sight for sore eyes. 

Frizzed braids removed and washed, D’avi had combed her dark, spiced coloured hair to perfection. The shiny strands were left to hang free with the exception of a few loose twists which were tied behind her head and secured with gleaming clipped crystal beads. 

After multiple objections, Xi eventually agreed to wear the glamorous but extremely revealing skirt her sister had gotten made for her. It was longer and flowy but sheer, and exposed even more thigh than her other usual sets. 

Matching crystal beaded jewellery adorned her neck, biceps and ankles. Xilä looked regal and it was enough to make a poor, overemotional D’avi burst into tears. 

With many hugs and thanks to her sister and a few parting words of advice from D’vai that made Xilä blush, she was off.  

~

It was quite a long trek to the location of the event. Xi gratefully accepted a direhorse ride from one of Lo’ak’s friends, W’aote who was also on his way. 

In the center of the massive clearing in the Solania forest was a large crackling bonfire and lit torches surrounded the perimeter. 

Many Na’vis and even a few Avatars who were all dressed in their best garb, littered the area. Some were already coupled up- flirting and talking closely with apparent brushes of hands and lust filled eyes. Others stood on the side lines marring varying expressions that showed nerves, shyness tinged with uncertainty or just flat out annoyance of having to be there. 

The booming beats of drums echoed loudly and a sea of dancing bodies moved exotically with rhythm and flow.

Xilä spotted Lo’ak a few feet away, and in her journey of getting to him, she paused when a gorgeous Na’vi intercepted him first. She was all vixen eyes, lip bites and twirling hair. Xi choked on a laugh at the sight of Lo’ak’s sudden panicked expression. 

“Hello,” a deep voice called, startling her somewhat. 

“Oh- hi,” Xi said with a nervous laugh, returning a gesture of respect to the polite male. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, with a dazzling smile, his eyes roaming over her appreciatively. 

“Mm. Yes,” Xi replied, covertly glancing around for only one person in mind.

“I am Ze’lu. It’s Xiarlä right?” 

“Xilä,” she corrected kindly. 

“Xilä, right,” he repeated with an embarrassed laugh. “Xil��, would you like to-” Ze’lu’s speech however was suddenly cut off and his eyes widened at something over her head. 

Before she could ask if he was alright, warmth consumed her when a body pressed up against her from behind. 

A chest brushed the back of her head and a thick muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips backwards. A familiar large palm smoothed up her bare stomach, its thumb and index finger possessively making itself at home inside the bottom of her top. 

“She’s fucking taken,” a growling voice said from above her. 

“N-Neteyam,” Ze’lu stammered. “I- I didn’t know,” he said apologetically, giving a little bow of respect as he backed away to make his escape. 

When Ze'lu was gone, another hand reached up to pull her hair to the side, granting access for a pair of lips to graze the span of her neck, emitting goose bumps in their wake. 

“You didn’t have to be so mean,” she chided. 

“Mm, he’ll live,” Neteyam replied with ease. “But you, oh sweetheart…I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” 

Xilä closed her eyes with a smile, blocking out the rest of the world. “You’re late handsome, so whose fault is it really?” she teased, hissing when fangs nipped her in rebuke for her teasing comment. 

“I went looking everywhere for you, only to find out your sister, being the menace that she is, sent you off here, alone!” 

“It’s fine, W’aote gave me a ride over- ah!” 

He had bit her this time. 

Turning her to face him with every intention of a lecture, Neteyam faltered and openly gawked at the sight of her- all thoughts erasing from his mind. 

Xilä too, looked him up and down, liking very much the sight of him in his luxurious fabricated loincloth, complimented by his striking blue stripes that glistened in the nightlight along with his beaded jewellery and warrior belt

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“You look-” Xi started.

“Incredible,” Neteyam finished in awe. 

He looked away from her with a shaky laugh, cheeks tinting slightly. Clearing his throat to compose himself somewhat, he then asked, “Will you dance with me?”

“Really?” she asked, lighting up at his request. “Yes!”

For what felt like hours, they danced. 

Neteyam was not one to partake in dancing, but it was one of Xi’s secret favourite things. She’d been to more than enough occasions by now that she seemed to be a pro at it. She was forever asking him to dance with her whenever at a festivity and he had always declined. 

Tonight though…tonight was special.

Xilä was hypnotizing the way she moved, hips taunting him with each sway to the rhythm of the beat. The way her body rolled made him bite his lip and stiffen in his loincloth. 

When she ground against his thigh for the third time in a row, he groaned under his breath. He knew what she was doing. Each time she got closer and closer to his growing member, tempting him, willing him to do something already. And just by the way she peered up at him with those fucking eyes of hers….

Having enough of her torture, he snapped. 

Stilling her movement with a burning grip on the nape of her neck he growled- the rumble vibrating deep in his chest as he glared down at her. He was pent up and breathing heavily. The moment her eyes looked up to meet his, he had to look away, swallowing deeply to try and regain control of himself. 

“‘Teyam are you alright?” she asked concerned, unaware of the beast inside him trying to break free. 

“Yeah,” he rasped. “I just think I’ve had enough dancing…..Take a walk with me?” 

~

Fingers intertwined, they strolled through the quiet forest in silence.

With baited breath, she kept waiting for him to say something.  

“So….I passed my rites,” Xi said, taking matters into her own hands as she traced the lines of his profile with her eyes.  

“You did,” he murmured serenely. “You are Omatikaya now.”

“And it means I am also eligible now….to be chosen….as a mate,” she hedged, hoping to speed along the night with a feeling of immense anticipation. 

Neteyam’s face however, remained comically impassive, giving her nothing on what he was feeling in the moment.

“So you are,” was all he said in response. “There are many fine men in our clan. Any of them would be stupid not to choose you,” he continued, still not looking her way. “You are the best, Xi.”

Her brows narrowed and her lip curled in amusement. “But I do not want just any of them,” she replied, playing along with his sudden aversion. 

“Oh? You have someone in mind then?” 

“Yes.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Well for one thing, he can be terribly annoying when he’s ready,” she sassed. 

She gained a tiny smile at that, from him. 

“But, the man I speak of has also shown me so much. Before him I did not know what good was. He is the best man I know. He makes me feel safe and loved. Cherished- as if I am the center of his universe.” 

Her speech had turned to a near whisper now. “Just being near him makes me feel incredibly happy.”

Neteyam swallowed, glancing at her for a fleeting moment. “He sounds pretty great,” he rasped earnestly. 

“The greatest,” she replied. 

He stopped their stroll and turned to face her. “Do you know where we are?”

Paying attention for the first time to their surroundings, Xilä scanned the area, freezing when she noticed a familiar thick wall of vines just up ahead. 

He was already looking down at her by the time she turned back to him- his eyes tracing her face like she was doing before, trying to gauge her reaction. 

“I thought it'd be the perfect place for us to-” He reached out to twirl a lock of her hair. “Xi, we don’t have-”

She cut him off by pressing her fingertips to his lips, already knowing where he was going with his speech. “Have you changed your mind?” she asked. 

His brows narrowed, and he gently pulled her wrist away. “No…..have you?”

“No,” she replied just as quickly. 

Pulling her in for an intimate hug, he whispered against her neck. “You are the center of my universe.....Are you sure, Xi?”

She pushed him back to see his face, cupping his cheek so that he'd look at her.

The encouraging smile and shy nod of silent confirmation she gave him was all he needed.

Kissing her palm sweetly, he linked their fingers once more and led them to continue their stroll, until they crossed through the wall of vines and entered niwan loreyu. 

~

SCREAMS.

Okay so please don't hate me, but I unfortunately had to cut it short there. I was originally planning for you know what to be in this part but it was turning out to be too long...Ughh. *Hides*

Forgive me!

Anywhoo. What do we think. I'm so nervous about this part honestly. IDK why lol.

Our girl passed her rites though!!!

And we had some much needed fluff and a little peak of possessive Teyam.

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HII IS THIS A NEW BLOG ur theme is so cute giggles 💕💕

*drops request about jinx w a fem or gn reader doing her hair*

Knotted hair, knotted mind

(Thank you very much anon ! ^^)

Pairing : Jinx x GN!Reader

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : foul language, depiction of schizophrenia, english isn't my first language.

Words : +1,3K

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The huge metal structure groaned the more footsteps you took. You hated it here for the sole reason that it was incredibly deadly, and you didn't trust your feet to not betray you and make you fall to your death.

But for Jinx, you were more than willing to face your fears. Once again, she suffered from a breakdown in the middle of a mission, and the moment you got back to the headquarters, she bolted towards her room.

"Jinx ?" You call out, only to be answered by the echo of your own voice. Taking baby steps across the bridge, your eyes scanned the whole room. She could literally be anywhere. Really, she never ceased to amaze you, but this time, you just hoped she didn't hide away.

The deep void was pulling your eyes down towards it. A stream of curses targeted at your brain poured out of your mouth. Thankfuly, you could see the clumped counter in the centre of the giant room coming further. You rushed the last steps and totally leaned on Jinx's workshop, some of her makeeries falling to the ground. "We should really put fences around here." You whined.

A struggling sob resonated within the terrifying open space. Your eyes shot up, and you searched for your friend. She sat there across, her deeply blue hair totally discoloured on her head, as she pulled on it with concerning hatred. You gasped audibly and rushed to her side.

Kneeling down beside her, you hushed her to scout away from the edge of the plateform. Normaly, she wouldn't risk anything, but in her state, you didn't want to tempt the devil. You tilted your head to catch the expression on her face. "Jinx ?"

In the depths of her crisis, Jinx's expression was a haunting portrait of anguish and confusion. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now mirrored the chaos swirling within her mind, haunted by unseen spectres and twisted visions. Lines of tension etched her brow, and her lips trembled with unspoken words, unable to articulate the torment raging within her soul.

Each fleeting emotion flickered across her face like shadows dancing in the dim light. Though her features were drawn and haggard, there remained a flicker of resilience in her gaze, a glimmer of hope amidst the storm that raged within her.

"Jinx, hey, listen to me." Her eyes snapped to yours, tears falling down her 

As the shadows of evening draped themselves over the room, you sat beside Jinx, whose once bright blue eyes were now clouded with fear and confusion. Her hands trembled as she clutched her long hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

With a gentle touch, you reached out, her hand finding Jinx's quivering shoukder, offering a silent anchor amidst the storm raging within yourriend's mind.

"I'm here, Jinx." You murmured softly, your voice a soothing balm against the tumultuous backdrop of young women's thoughts.

Jinx struggled to make sense of the fragmented and distorted whispers of her dead family that echoed in her mind. But you remained steadfast by her side, a beacon of unwavering support in the darkness.

"You're here too. Just you and me." With patience born of love and understanding, you guided her through the labyrinth of her own thoughts.

Together, you navigated the turbulent currents of Jinx's inner world, untangling the threads of reality from the tangled web of hallucinations and delusions.

"I didn't mean to fuck it up... I-It's just those fu-fucking blue firework thingies !" She gestured violently, and you had to duck your head to avoid getting slapped in the face.

"I understand... We should have been more careful. But we made it back; we're here. You are here." You smiled softly, not meeting her eyes, knowing it would only overwhelm her more.

She exhaled loudly and threw her head back, her legs bouncing rapidly. In the quiet sanctuary of your shared presence, you became the blue-haired lifeline, anchoring her to the present moment and gently guiding her towards the light. With each passing moment, the storm began to subside, and a sense of calm descended upon the room like a gentle rain after a tempest. Her small hands finally let go of her long hair and slid down her sides.

You felt her calm down gently, her eyes finally meeting yours. Your caring smile reassured me immensely. After her sister had abandoned her, Jinx kept seeking that loving and patient presence she lacked. Silco offered her the patience and structure she needed, but you brought her the unconditional understanding she craved. Something that could actually help her untangle her mind when the voices came nagging.

She hummed when your fingers brushed through her hair, smiling when she heard you chuckle. "Your hair is all messy..."

Jinx rolled her eyes but looked down bashfully. "Do you want me to brush them?" You offer quietly. The last thing you wanted was to cross her boundaries, though you knew she deeply enjoyed your touches and care.

"Okay." She nodded.

"Okay." You mirrored with a soft smile. Standing up, you offered her your hand, which she gadly took. You guided her towards her work table and sat her down on the chair.

You sat behind Jinx, who still bore the remnants of the storm that had ravaged her mind. With tender care, you began to gently comb through her tangled blue locks, her touch as light as a feather against Jinx's scalp. You put extra care into not pulling her hair or the knots in them.

"Can I braid your hair ?" You whispered softly, your voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. She nodded wordlessly, her eyes flickering with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion, her head tilting back, leaning into your touch.

As you deftly wove Jinx's hair into intricate plaits, the tension that had gripped her features began to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility.With each twist and turn of the braid, your fingers worked their magic, creating a rhythmic dance that seemed to lull your friend into a state of peaceful surrender.

As the braid took shape, you spoke in hushed tones, sharing stories and memories from their shared past, each word a gentle caress against Jinx's troubled soul.

"I was terrified of heights as a kid... well, still are." You chuckled, continuing the long braids, her hair seeming endless. "Which is, y'know, quite practical when you live in a city with mostly flying structures." Your joke earned a small giggle from her.

With each tale, the invisible barriers that had separated them began to dissolve, replaced by a sense of intimacy and connection that transcended the confines of their physical surroundings. And as you secured the final knot of the braid, Jinx's beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting yours with a newfound sense of clarity and gratitude. In that fleeting moment, as they sat entwined in each other's presence.

You blushed slightly as you made her chair spin around. "There. Even prettier than before, I didn't think it could be possible." You winked, trying to come out confident.

She scoffed half-heartedly and nudged your leg with her own. Her gaze dazed at her inventions lying around. "Thanks for being there for me." She couldn't meet your eyes, but her voice carried all the thankfulness she felt.

You chuckled breathlessly and caressed her soft skin with your knuckles. "It's nothing, love. I got your back." Her cheeks heated up at your words, and she played with the newly braided hair.

As the night wore on, you remained vigilant by Jinx's side, offering comfort and companionship until the first light of dawn. From this moment on, she knew that no matter how fierce the storm raged within her, you would always be there to guide her and brush her worries away.

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[hueningshaped]

★ fever | c.yj

▰ genre: silly little fluff

▰ word count: 1.2k

▰ synopsis: yeonjun gets the chance to be your boyfriend, even if it’s fake, and fails (adorably)

a/n: this is simultaneously too short and too long so i apologize if it’s the same for you haha i made up a few words and edited poorly but whatever~! i also listened to this while writing :”) i hope you enjoy the song and/or this silly piece!

the look on the face of your best friend, yeonjun, who really, really likes you, is quite a sight to see when he somehow finds himself put in a position to say no when you, who is stupidly oblivious to his feelings, approach him and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend on short but urgent notice. the two of you had gone out for a little walk around town, but you hadn't expected to find your coworker out and about with a girl. this is the same guy who had pressed you for a date, but you had declined since your excuse was that you already were dating someone, which had been a lie. nonetheless, this coworker of yours is someone you'd rather stay away from. why would you want to hang out with anyone else when you are in the company of your longtime best friend?

but, of course, this guy inevitably finds you when you're ordering for you and yeonjun at a cafe; this guy invites you on a double date to which you miserably found your list of excuses unable to be of use to get yourself out of this. your best friend had been instructed to find a good table.

this brings us to the current situation where you run to yeonjun, who immediately takes note of your buzzing, under the surface antsyness. you're basically begging to go along with your antics under your breath as you explain the situation, hinting at the couple coming your way.

yeonjun swallows down a sigh, chokes on a breath, but ultimately says yes. how could he say no to the very question of his dreams? even if they were to be forfeited from the start and artificial because of the situation at hand, he couldn't refuse.

somehow, yeonjun is, painfully, not as smooth as he is in his nightly scenarios where he thinks of you so wholesomely – like last night, he remembered how much you like cats, so he was already thinking of having a cat family with you, even if he knew the fur would get all over his clothes (why else would they invent lint rollers?!) and in another scenario, he imagined himself always putting his lip balms and creams and sunscreen to use, if you needed lip balm, he would put some on himself and cup your face to press kisses emphatically into yours so he would be applying it for you, and he would make sure to hold hands when applying creams and he would gladly reapply sunscreen for you throughout the day, and you’d let him have some of your perfume because to him, your scent is the loveliest and so comforting that he feels silly! and—

instead of executing any of his usual moves from his (day)dreams, yeonjun simply finds himself nodding his head and blinking in agreement, saying “yeah for sure — anything for you” and when it comes to acting like your boyfriend, he just is swallowing hard - his adam’s apple bobbing like crazy, stuttering, and perspiring so much so that you both have to pull away from holding hands to wipe off the sweatiness and clamminess.

his voice will break when he forces in random pet names in the most unnecessary points of his sentences, like [in the instance of him telling a random story] “oh yeah, for sure, for-of course, i was there for my baby-kins…honey” and you turn to him and he meets your eyes (and in this angle, no one else can see your expressions), but the expression you’re wearing is that of laughable bewilderment and you’re shaking your head with your mouth agape and it’s clear you’re wondering where the always suave yeonjun has gone and why he’s so awkward. there's no venom in your reactions to his sudden break in character, and his heart melts even more, if that's even possible.

how and why are you so warm... he ponders. it's quite infuriating.

you also have to maintain the appearance of looking like the most lovey-dovey couple and you’re now painfully aware that it is up to you to take charge and you have to kiss his cheek and give kuniks (rubbing nose against cheeks or rubbing noses gently) and intertwine hands and embrace him and initiate close proximity and try and look after him the way an s/o should and yeonjun is red, sweaty, ticklish, stammering, just giggling from how flustered he feels, etc the entire night in which you have to pretend date. the man is also not very talkative considering how he just slurs his words in a way that makes it impossibly difficult to say anything.

when it comes to playing board games or regular games, whether sport or console, yeonjun unfortunately still remains frozen and a little cloudy brained, which is insane because he’s by far the most competitive person you’ve ever met, so you have to be the competitive one and carry your team, which consists of just you and him. when playing these games, he finds your tenacity and leadership and puma-ness so astoundingly attracting that he’s even more weak in the knees. he feels feverish and sick. so much so that you’re alerted enough to excuse yourselves from this sudden engagement and you’re thanking the stars that you were able to finally leave, although it should be said that your heart is ricocheting against your ribs since yeonjun hasn’t been behaving like himself and he practically looks ill.

eventually, you both go to your home. he's been instructed to lie on your couch and pick a movie or show as you make him some tea. he's still feverish despite his reassurance of "i promise i'm fine"'s and "i don't know why i got so nervous, but i'm perfectly okay, y/n"'s.

yeonjun has been withering away silently, for the most part, about how he doesn’t deserve to be cared for especially for getting stage fright. as much as he is at pains, you hate to admit how much of an endearing sight it is to see your typically confident friend so terribly flustered. it’s cute.

yeonjun himself is a mess. in the back of his mind, he panics over when he'll go back to his normal self, but all your movements around him relieve him of such a worry. you've tucked him in with your duvet and placed a cold, damp cloth on his forehead, crouching down to meet his level. all he can do is smile, lifted corners of his mouth itching with the declaration of love he feels for you. you're so beautiful to him.

"thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend today, jjunnie. you really saved my life out there," his voice is stuck in his throat at this, but you leave no room for a reply any way. you bring your hand to his cheek, rubbing with your thumb before it drags to ruffle his hair. “you’re the best.”

you muster the courage to press a light kiss on his cheek before letting him know you'll come back to join him after getting into your pj's. yeonjun shuts his eyes and the feeling of joy and relief explodes into a flood over his chest so nicely that it might cure his partially-fake fever.

it's funny, yeonjun thinks. you're the one who's always saving his life just by being there for him. he'll get the guts to tell you so one day. for now, though, he'll take every bit of time he gets with you to savor and make it last forever, in hopes you feel the same. god, he really hopes you do.

p.s. you do.

[thegirlguide]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ building her into you˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ rory gilmore

hey loves! today we are doing rory gilmore as our it girl as it’s coming up to winter exams and since it’s autumn, why wouldn’t we do our it girl who we associate most with autumn! (at least I do)

୨୧ looks ୨୧ rory has a very effortless look, probably because who cares if you’re pretty if you fail your finals! rory would adore the skincare as makeup trend, so to achieve her look definitely invest in some good serums and moisturisers to ensure to keep your gorgeous complexion perfect! another great component to ensure that you get the rory gilmore look is some brown macara, a lip balm that smells like autumn (i love vanilla) and a little bit of rosy blush to give you that extra flushed look! and for hair keep it natural and neat, wear it neatly down or in a ponytail with a bow.

୨୧ outfits ୨୧ when rory is not in her chilton uniform, she wears simple yet cute outfits. a knitted sweater is of course a staple and a good quality pair of blue jeans that go with everything is a must have. rory opts for lighter and more neutral colours. to achieve her look have very basic fitted shirts and t-shirts, a little black skirt, light cardigans and shoes like converse or doc martens are needed. rory keeps it simple yet effective, she believes that your success speaks louder than what you wear!

୨୧ personality ୨୧ rory has a very soft personality, she’s determined and detail oriented, almost to the point of being a perfectionist! she has her mind set on her goals and won’t rest until she gets them. she’s quiet and doesn’t need friends to keep her satisfied, she would gladly spend her lunches in the library to ensure her studies are kept her top priority! with the friends she does have, she’s reliable and loyal and she will do her best to be kind and helpful to the people most important to her in her life.

୨୧ lifestyle ୨୧ rory enjoys her alone time but keeps a balance of spending time with others. she enjoys going to luke’s after school and going to friday dinners at emily and richard’s but she also enjoys just reading and doing her homework. you wouldn’t catch her without a book or a cup of coffee in her hand (just like lorelai). she isn’t easily distracted by what her peers are doing, and this is noticed and she gets admired for it! she’s family and community orientated and doesn’t mind helping out at the stars hollow fate and talking to ms patty, her favourite activity is spending time with her best friend, her mom lorelai. like rory it’s important to keep a balance in your life.

thank you all for reading and i hope you enjoyed this section of my series! of course i don’t follow all these same things as rory and you shouldn’t either as you shouldn’t change yourslef but rather build these positive aspects of her into yourself, as the title implies! request the it girls you want to see my series in my drop box!

[obxone]

Assumptions (Part 8)

Rewritten/Edited. ~2k words

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Rafe’s hand found yours after you both start down the path to the beach party. It seems like there will be one every week or so, but what else did everyone plan to do during the summer if not enjoying the vibes of the island?

The summer breeze creates a soothing balm over your sun-kissed skin, and your dress allows you to stay cool despite the lingering summer heat from the sun. The entire day had been spent on the My Druthers with Rafe and Ward fishing while you spent time with Wheezie, Rose, and Sarah sun tanning and swimming. Rafe had stolen moments near a sand bar after Ward had declared it was the best family day in a long time. He was happy today, and you are hoping it will stay this way as you progress into the night together. Especially if your group of friends and his sister will be here together and you know they will be even without a text confirming it. He had mentioned it twice in disdain while on the boat, but you had been the dutiful friend to Sarah and redirected him.

A bonfire/kegger promises fun and relaxation despite the constant back and forth between pogues and kooks. It is one of the few times kooks, pogues, and tourists alike could come together and not try to kill each other. Usually.

Rafe’s long fingers are warm in the spaces between your own, his thumb tracing circles onto the back of your hand. He watches you as you take in the large clusters of people sprawled all over the beach before you.

“Are you going to be clingy tonight?” You ask, your voice teasing even though you are trying to figure out if he actually will be. Tonight is your first public appearance outside of a handful of dates in town as a couple. This will be the first time the pogues see it front and center. 

“Only a little.”

You turn your face to him, and he smirks, dragging his eyes over you before licking his bottom lip.

“You can’t blame me.”

“Do I need to remind you who insisted I wear this dress?" You ask, glancing down at the mini cotton dress he had spotted in your closet. "I want to see my friends at some point, Rafe. Alone.” You say pointedly. He frowns. “Their pogues, Baby, you don’t want to be around them either.”

“Okay,” he nods once while squeezing your hand. “But you are my girlfriend, and I would like you beside me for some of the night.”

“Fine,” you bite out, although you know you could probably push him enough to make him angry to the point that he would not want to be around you for the night. But then the risk of another fight is heightened and you cannot risk that. 

He grins triumphantly before bringing your hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss across your knuckles. Your breath does not catch, nor do your eyes meet his, and he knows he is pushing the line. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m allowed to be mad,” you huff back, eyes meeting his, and he frowns at the frustration brewing there. “You can’t demand my attention constantly and expect me not to have a say about it.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re being childish.”

“And you are picking a fight.” You return, and he opens his mouth to protest, but you do not let him. “Even if that is not your intention.” You tear your hand from his and stop just at the edge of the party. “I’m a person, Rafe. A real-life person and I told you at the beginning of the summer that I was not your entertainment.”

He grimaces at the memory.

“Did I not?” You ask sharply.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then. So, treat me like a real-life girlfriend and not a toy. Let me live outside of your bubble.”

He exhales a heavy breath before closing his eyes.

“You have not backed off since that one time I went four days without seeing you. It is every day, and I have work and you right now because you won’t let me breathe.” You soften your gaze, hand reaching for him once you see the emotional storm ripping through him. “I’m not trying to be mean and ruin our night, but I need breathing room. I told you before you started this that I was not the type of girl you wanted. I meant what I said then. I’m not going to change who I am because you want me.”

He nods, running his free hand through his hair, ruffling the gelled bits before hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He nuzzles his face against your throat and his breath tickles your skin as he speaks. “I understand. And I don’t want you to change.”

“Then let me be my own person.”

His forehead presses to yours. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

You are a bit taken aback by his apology. Rafe did not apologize to anyone, but maybe Ward. You reach up to touch his face. He leans into your palm, and you exhale a sharp breath. Your frustration is deteriorating from his shift in attitude. 

"What am I going to do with you, Rafe Cameron?"

“Come find me when you have had enough breathing room. I’ll be around by the fire.”

“Thank you,” you whisper with a smile before pecking his lips. “That’s called compromise, by the way, Baby.”

He laughs at your sass before releasing you. “Our first fight.”

“That was not a fight,” you return before patting his chest. “A tiny hurdle.”

 He rolls his eyes, and it makes you laugh a little. His hand stays in yours until you are out of reach, and then you go into the crowd in search of your friends.

You spot Pope and John B first and grin as you merge into the line for a beer. It progresses rather quickly, and you see John B filling and handing out cups while Pope lingers beside him. His wide brown eyes scan the crowd in interest. The girl in front of you takes her cup and goes. Neither notices you, and you hold back a laugh while you wait. John B looks up, offering the filled cup, and instantly smiles.

 “There is our girl!”

“My favorite dudes!” You smile and take the cup before moving to hug each of them. “Quite the turnout. Where are the other two?”

“Mingling,” Pope says as he squeezes you against his side. “Where’s the kook prince?”

“Probably up Topper or Kelce’s ass,” you offer before taking a drink. Pope snorts, and John B laughs. “It’s where he usually is if I’m not around.”

John B studies you, noting the hint of sadness in your expression now. “You, okay?”

“Yeah…” You fade out. “Rafe being all-encompassing Rafe.”

Both of them frown, agreeing with you instantly after not having seen you all week.

“We’ll work through it. It’s $5k and JJ's freedom on the line, right?” You offer, and they both laugh and agree.

“Hey!” Two strong arms wrap around your waist, and the familiar smell of JJ wraps around you. You lean back against him as his chin parks itself on your shoulder. “How are we doing tonight?”

“Good,” you smile and peck his cheek. “How is my favorite blond surfer?”

He grins brightly. “Doing good. Met a nice tourist a few seconds ago.”

“Ah,” you clue in with a smile, and he chuckles.

“Where is the royal boyfriend?”

“Giving me space,” you respond, and he quirks an eyebrow in a mix of surprise and concern. “I’m fine,” you say, addressing the concern first. “We spoke before we joined the party, and I told him I needed to be a person without him sometimes.”

“Standing your ground, I like it.”

You laugh a little and lean back into his warmth. “How are you?”

“Missed my friend for a bit,” he offers nonchalantly, but a teasing grin begins to tug at the corner of his lips. “Tried to hunt her down, but she’s been stashed away in Figure 8.”

“That damn boyfriend of hers,” John B adds with a shake of his head as he offers a cup to another person in line.

“We should get rid of him,” you offer jokingly. “Teach him a lesson about messing with P4L.”

JJ’s hand pats your hip. “That’s my girl.”

“Actually, Maybank, she’s mine.” Rafe’s voice comes from your right, and you look at him. His hands shoved into his board short pockets, his blue eyes icy as they lock on you. “Want space, huh?”

“Fucking hell,” you mutter before gently removing yourself from JJ’s arms. He frowns, his nose scrunching up in disgust that you were giving in to Rafe. “See you guys tomorrow?” You ask, looking at the trio. All three nod immediately. “Tell Kie, I’ll see her tomorrow since she’s off somewhere.”

“Will do!” JJ says, saluting you.

Rafe takes your hand, glaring at the blond. You squeeze his hand and pull him away. You know if you do not relocate soon, the chances of a fight breaking out drastically increase. And Rafe will take the opportunity to put JJ down if he is given it. Something between those two caused pure hatred to brew, and that was before you were even involved with Rafe. You are not sure what it is, and you are not going to ask tonight.

Once you are far enough away from them, you find a large piece of driftwood for Rafe to lean against. His body is warm against yours as you step into his space.

“Hardly gave me fifteen minutes.” You whisper, fingers teasing his forearms.

“I gave you an hour.”

 You shake your head, running your hands up his arms to shoulders. “Better than I thought you would do.”

 He frowns, his hands pressing into the small of your back, and shuffles you closer to him, with no space left between you. “I was fine until I saw Maybank with his arms around you.”

“JJ is a friend.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. “Right, and you are just a bookworm.”

You frown, and he sighs before dropping his head, so his forehead is on yours.

“I’m not used to sharing.”

 “I can see,” you muse before pecking his lips teasingly. “But I told you, I was yours, so I’m yours until you get bored of me at least.” Your lips ghost along his jaw, his fingers digging into your back.

“I won’t ever get bored,” he murmurs before kissing you. When you kiss him back, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hand weaving through your hair to cup the back of your head. You moan into his mouth, and his other hand drags down to squeeze the swell of your ass. 

"Rafe," you whisper when his fingers tease the back of your thighs which your dress does not cover. "We are on a public beach."

"So?"

You blush as his mouth hovers less than an inch from yours. "I will not be charged with indecent exposure because you are a horndog."

He chuckles before moving his hand to the front. His fingers are now teasing the front of your thighs. You bite your lip as he presses between your thighs. 

"Rafe."

He smirks before kissing you and easing his hand deeper between your legs. 

"We can't," you whisper, your hand stopping his, and you clench your thighs to keep him from moving higher. "I won't. Not here."

"Come home with me then.” He murmurs. "I'm over this party."

“My house is closer.” You say, almost in a moan, when his mouth drops to trail over the line of your neck while his hand stays right where it is between your legs.

“Your mom?” He mumbles against your skin.

“Night shift again.”

He moves quickly to haul you over his shoulder. His arm clamps down across the back of your thighs, and it helps keep your dress in place as he heads for the parking lot. You laugh, gripping his t-shirt and waving at a few stray partygoers who all smirk and laugh at your expense.

“You owe me for this massive display of my dick is bigger than yours energy tonight,” you say.

“Deal,” he responds, his hand coming down hard on your ass, and you yelp before slapping his back in return. He laughs, and you cannot help but smile a little at his shift in attitude. Playful Rafe surfacing. 

Part IX

[darkhairedmenrule]

Comfort in Love

This is for my friend @dantesunbreaker who needs some extra comfort right now. It is technically gn reader but he asked for Dew and transmasc reader so that's what I had in mind while writing this. I hope you enjoy it, sorry if it's not what you wanted.

To say you were not having a good day was an understatement and a half. Sometimes you can wake up and feel somewhat ready to start the day, others less so, and then there are the days like today. Days like today, when you awake from your voidlike sleep cycle and find the world already pressing in on you. Days where getting out of bed feels demanding and unfair to even consider. Days that no matter what you seem to accomplish, you find that you have 2 more tasks to do in its place. These days are a constant uphill battle and even with supportive clergy members and friends, it seems to drain you faster than you can get your chores done. Days like these make you feel grateful to call the Abbey your home, a safe space where you are free to be yourself and surrounded by friends who care and want to help you in any way that they can. And even though you know that your friends want to help, there is only one person who can help you feel more yourself after a day like today.

So when you finally get the last of your chores done for the day, you head back to your shared room to find your love. Opening the door to your room you find that your partner has not returned from his chores of the day, so you take off your shoes and other accessories and head to the bathroom to get ready to relax. After an emotionally draining day, you just want to go to bed and Cuddle with your sweet Dew, but you want to feel at least a little cleaner before getting into your bed. After cleaning up and changing into more comfortable clothes, you head back into the bedroom and see your little stuffed friend watching you from the bed. Even though they can’t talk and offer verbal comfort, they can cuddle with you and keep you from feeling too alone with your thoughts. Cuddling with your little stuffed horse that you have sweetly named Dewdrop, you try and maintain some sort of calm. It is even harder on days where nothing feels like it has gone right but you do your best to breathe slower and deeper while you wait for Dew to get back. 

A little while later, when you are starting to feel the exhaustion take over the anxiety and stress, you hear the door to your room open. Looking over to the doorway you see Dew taking off his accessories and mumbling to himself. He’s talking too quietly for you to hear what he is saying, but that is not what you are focused on right now. Your love is finally done with his day and you feel like you could cry with relief at seeing him. As he looks up, he notices that you are in your bed cuddling little Dewdrop, and a tired smile tugs at his lips. “ Hello my love, how are you doing?” he asks as he finally heads over to you, crawling in bed and pulling you close to his chest. “ Not great, today was just awful. Nothing I seemed to get done was right or what was needed. Then my family was awful and I-” You cut yourself off, burying your head into the space between his neck and shoulder, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Dew brings a claw-tipped hand up to your head, gently petting your head and holding you close. “I'm sorry that your day has been unfair to you my love. I wish I could help more but I'm here if you want to vent or you  just want to cuddle and let your mind relax.” You let out a little sniffle as the tears that you have been holding in all day finally slid down your cheeks in hot streams. You tap his arm twice and snuggle further into him, letting his body and presence act like a balm to your tired mind and weary soul. “ Alright sweetheart, let's just relax for a little hmm?” You make a small hum in response and relish in his slow, sweet loving brushes of his hand on your head and back.“ I love you, sweet boy, I know today has been rough on you and you are feeling too much but I just want you to know that I'm here and that I love you. Always. Nothing anyone or anything else has said or done will change that.” You feel a small smile pull at your lips and you whisper into his neck a quiet “I love you Dew” while you relax further into him. You might not be able to relax like this for long and you might need to vent or cry or do something else to get these thoughts out of your head. But for right now, you have your beloved Dew, and he's not going to let anyone or anything make your day worse. He is going to be here for you and help in any way that he can, holding you and loving you while you find your peace. 

[celestialwhoree]

This is different from my usual postings, but I thought I'd share a little list of small things that helped me through some pretty nasty phases with my mental health. Hopefully someone will benefit from this, and feel free to add! 🤍🦢

Open a window. I know this sounds so lame, but there's something about fresh air and the sound of outside that really clears away the cobwebs.

Organise something - Preferably something you like. I often sit and colour coordinate my bookshelves or a section of my makeup drawer. Even doing one small task a day is still doing something.

Following on from that, if you can, make a list of small, achievable tasks for the day, week or month. I can't stress enough how motivating the sense of achievement is when you cross something off of your list.

Have a few outfits that you can cycle through for when you don't have the energy to pick out clothes. I'm talking a hoodie and some jeans, some leggings and a T-shirt. There's nothing wrong with keeping it simple. Also, a clean and dirty clothes bin. If you don't feel up to putting away your clean laundry, just put it in the clean bin.

Find a show to watch with a bunch of seasons and episodes. Again, takes away the frustration of not knowing what to watch and gives you something to do when you're not feeling up to anything else.

Meal planning has forever been my saviour. If you ever find a day where you're feeling energised and up to doing something, make food. If you can spend a couple hours preparing some food and don't have to worry for the next couple days, that's great! It gives you one less thing to worry about.

Don't be afraid to ask friends and family for support. Even if they just come and run errands with you or just sit and watch a movie. Body doubling really can be so helpful with productivity, and can keep you motivated.

Doing little acts of self care can make you feel so much better. Seriously. I often find that using a little spritz of my favourite perfume or putting on a nice lip balm makes me feel so much more able to get out and face the day. I can't overstate how beneficial it is to do things that make you feel good.

Take out unnecessary steps from things. If you can make things easier, and therefore less of a chore, you'll be so much more inclined to do them. Your skincare routine doesn't need to be ten steps, just washing your face is okay. Same for getting ready in the mornings etc.

Adding to this: If you can find the energy or the time, go to a museum!! Bonus points if it's in line with one of your interests! Spend time looking at beautiful things! Surround yourself with things that you love and enjoy. Even just sitting and people watching does things for the soul.

This is all I could think of right now, but I hope this helps anyone who might need it! Mwah🤍

[neobora]

Hi Neo, I'm new to your blog so I hope I'm not annoying you with this and you're free to ignore my ask. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not satisfied with my life...at all. Sure, it could be worse but I'm allowed to feel that way, aren't I? I've never had any interest in going to university because my desired reality is to be a successful dancer and have a business that's so successful that it becomes my main source of income. I also want to wake up in my desired city and just have fun however and whenever I want. And then when I've enjoyed everything I want to shift to my actual desired reality where I'm a successful and happy singer.

I know this is all confusing but I just wanted to first shift to a reality where I was successful without the fame and just living a simple but active lifestyle with great friends before I experienced a reality where I was famous. I've always dreamt of being a singer since I could remember anything, and I truly love music. It's a source of comfort for me...but I just want to experience a life before fame first because honestly, fame scares me a little but I don't 100% hate it.

Now that I got that out of the way, I can't help but compare myself to my high school classmates. I'm 21 now and all I'm doing is working part-time with a boss that couldn't care less about my existence with a body I don't like and talent that I'm not satisfied with. I worry everyday about my mom's health (and everyone in my family's health to be honest) and I spend 10 minutes contemplating on whether or not I can buy a tiny stick of lip balm. I was raised with a religion I don't believe in and that I feel forced to participate in and my rented house is consistently having problems. And then when I look at my former classmates, they're at university with friends, pursuing their aspirations, they have enough money to be traveling to Barcelona and Milan and Paris and here I am just feeling like I've been left behind. I still don't want to attend university...I don't even have the money to do so even if I wanted to. But I feel so unsuccessful and unsatisfied with everything. I've always felt like I was meant for more but clearly that's not the case. I just don't know what to do anymore, I feel like giving up but I can't bring myself to pull out of all of this.

Hi!! Don't worry, I'll gladly answer this. I really hope I don't come off as rude when I tell you guys it's only you making yourself suffer😭😭 But it's true and needs to be understood.

First off, it's great you know exactly what you desire. By deeply desiring your Inner Self is telling you what it is that makes you feel fulfilled. Even if you don't feel like it right now, everything will conspire to help you achieve that because while you may feel like you're not, at your core, you are always God, the inner self.

I used to feel like that too. What helped me was starting to see the outer world as a dream, or simply as an old thought that will come to pass. I started FEELING the wish fulfilled by imagining and feeling like it's actually happening right now (because it is). Start off by just doing that and being persistent. When the fear hits, make clear to yourself that imagination truly is the only reality and you are always the inner man, my power is always at max. you are free to always identify with the inner man, the choice whether you want to go back is yours and YOURS ONLY. understanding that no one is forcing you to feel (identify with) anything is so freeing. you are free to see something like an undesired appearance as simply not true, that is the past, that is not you. then persist and never go back, no matter what. when there's resistance, always go back to your core, the inner self. do you want to feel that? no? then don't.

It's simple, but to understand you have to actually allow yourself to. I really like how Edward Art explains this in his videos and series (100% worth reading frfr). maybe you want to check them out. it's so important to actually be open to feeling instead of worrying. i know you can do it, at our core we are all the same :)

[hippolotamus]

10 please and D and P or H and T!!

Hi, friend!!!! I have completely given up on trying to contain my word count for these 😅 While the majority of the song is very David Rose, my brain latched onto the final verse for Tim. Putting it under the cut because 595 words 🫠

send me 1-100 and i'll write you a drabble based on the corresponding song

“I missed you, Skippy.” 

The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie. 

Tim can’t help but hate himself for the fraction of a second where he gives in to the fantasy that is loving and being loved by Hawkins Z. Fuller. He pretends that this moment is real and yearns to live in it forever, briefly considering bargaining with God if only he could be granted this one thing. This speck of time when Hawk is holding him, cherishing him. When he feels the warm brush of lips against his neck and jaw, the light scrape of stubble against his cheek, the fingers tangling in his hair and the hand at his back, as if Hawk truly wants to keep him. He smells the musky scent of cologne, mixed with Tide and a unique aroma that could only belong to Hawk. 

It takes him back to a rented room in 1952 and a crackling radio playing swoony love songs to cover the sound of their immorality. To stolen moments when they raised their middle fingers to God and loved with abandon. Because that’s what it was – love. Not sin. Not a mistake. Love. At least for Tim. 

And that thought strikes him like lightning, grounding him to the present. To the reality that is. The one where Hawk says he misses Tim, while the family Hawk left him for waits a quarter mile up the road in the main house. Presumably none the wiser. 

He wants to ask Hawk what exactly it is he misses. Is it the sex? The relative safety of someone he didn’t have to hide his secrets from (even though Tim is certain there were many between them)? But he doesn’t do that, because it will accomplish nothing. Instead he talks about Father Lawrence, and the possibility of holding two truths. 

He lets the pain of his words sink in and reflect in Hawk’s eyes, and he hopes they do hurt. Even if it will never be the same, Tim needs some validation in the form of knowing Hawk is in a fraction of the amount of anguish Tim has been carrying in his heart, like a slow-acting poison, for the last fifteen years. 

When Hawk’s inner turmoil – whether it be real or imagined – retreats behind a familiar mask of indifference, Tim accepts the tainted gift for what it is. Possibly the closest he will ever come to hurting the bulletproof Mr. Fuller. 

“Please leave.” Tim doesn’t have to ask twice before Hawk is out the door again, leaving him to the heavy silence of his makeshift sanctuary. 

He kneels in front of the stone fireplace, clasping his hands together, unsure what to think or say. What could he confess or ask forgiveness for? Because how, as he had once disclosed to the Army priest, could love be a sin? This love that blooms eternal in Timothy Laughlin’s heart for one Hawkins Fuller, no matter how he tries to trample it like a pesky weed. This love that he’s certain will taunt him for eternity, perhaps into the afterlife, and never let him go. 

Tim closes his eyes and begins to speak, praying the rest will come of its own accord. “Dear Heavenly Father…”

tagging some other beloveds who might be interested @stereopticons @statueinthestone @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @watchyourbuck @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @legalgal421

[ciaossu-imagines]

(day 16) 5, 8 & 21 from prompt 17 for haru? tysm!

Of course, my dear! Thank you so much for sending in a request about our lovely Haru! She’s always so much fun to write for. I hope you, and the other lovely readers, enjoy these little headcanons 😊

5) Do they have a skincare routine? If yes, how involved is it?

Haru definitely has a skincare routine. I do see her as someone who gets really into makeup and skincare as she turns into a teenager. She definitely has beauty bloggers who she religiously follows, and she reads up on what is best for her skin type. Until she became a teenager, she washed her face morning and night just with soap and that was enough.

As she grows into a teenager though, her skincare becomes more involved. In the morning, she uses a gentle formula face wash and washes her face with cool water, then puts on a toner.  After that, she uses an essence formulated to help with her dry skin, and she uses a serum once a week with hyaluronic acid. Then she puts moisturizer and once that’s sank in, she uses a sunscreen that’s SPF30 at least. At night, she uses cleansing oil, and she exfoliates once a week. She uses an alcohol-free toner at night and then a heavier moisturizer at night. Her essence goes on again after that. If she notices any pimples, she uses spot treatment on them and once every week or so, she’ll use face masks as an extra treat for her skin.

8) Name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without

It really does vary. If Haru’s in her school days and heading to school itself, she’ll make sure she has her backpack with her books, homework, and whatever other school supplies she needs. She also carries at least one extra hair elastic with her, tampons, lip-gloss and lip balm, her phone, and a book for pleasure reading to school with her. If she’s heading out for the day with friends off school time, she carries lip gloss/lip balm, her wallet, her phone, and depending on the time of month, feminine products. If she has promised to bring something along with her or has something to give someone, of course she brings that along as well. I also do think that, after really falling in with Tsuna’s family and being around the kids so much, she starts carrying snacks for the kids with her as well. This habit becomes something that she carries with her into adulthood, where she’ll always have a couple hard candies or some sort of snack with her.

21) In a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partner’s clothing? Or are they the ones having their clothes stolen?

Haru definitely is one of those people who think it’s really cute to wear your partner’s clothing. She’s going to steal one of her partner’s hoodies, that’s for sure. She’ll either insist on them spraying their cologne or even spray deodorant on the hoodie too, if it’s freshly clean, so that the sweater will smell like them. It’s even better though when she borrows a hoodie they’ve been wearing, and she won’t want to wash it until it stops smelling like them. If her partner will fit in her clothes, she’s definitely going to be completely fine with them borrowing her clothes as well. With another female partner, or even a partner who shares her size and likes wearing female-coded clothing, she’s going to have a pretty open-closet policy where she’ll borrow from their closet and let them borrow from hers and will even suggest outfits or accessories from her closet that she thinks they’ll look absolutely amazing in.

[nyxdelanuit]

Please Let Me Take You Ch 8

Hello, my little constellations! I'm sorry for my long absence, I never intended to be away for so long! I am happy to finally give you all a new chapter though, surprise! I hope you all enjoy~ Also, I apologize in advance, this chapter is a little shorter than I intended, but I'll make up for it soon!

Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!ReaderTWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut

MASTERLIST

You had tried your best to enjoy the rest of the time with your friends, watching them bicker fondly with each other and coo over their baby. They weren't the picture-perfect family, but they were real. Real love and real issues, real communication, and it was both a breath of fresh air and an ache in your chest you couldn't quite place. That alongside the frequent vibrations coming from your phone in your pocket made it hard to focus on the good parts. Not when your flaws were shining so brightly in your eyes, showing just how far behind you've fallen.

Still, you managed your goodbyes with sincere smiles, ignoring the way Izuku looked at you with a pity that curdled in your stomach. You didn't blame him for pointing out a truth you had been gleefully ignoring for months now. As you slid into the driver's seat of the car, one thought slipped from your mind and sat sour on your tongue. Were you just replacing one bad relationship with another? Your friendship with Ejirou was a balm to you, a sweetness you craved, but underneath the candy coating, was it just as bitter as your relationship? The both of you had blindly covered the bad parts, showing each other just enough of your flaws to feel vulnerable with each other while still keeping that wall up. But who was the wall protecting this time? Were your thoughts even making sense anymore?? You belatedly realized you probably shouldn't linger in the driveway for too much longer, the last thing you needed was more pitying looks and whispered worry. But before you move, you really should swallow the cowardly desire to ignore the messages still flashing on your phone.

Eijirou: You know I'm always down to talk

Eijirou: That sounded a little serious though, everything alright?

Eijirou: You're okay, right? Did something happen?

Eijirou: Honestly, I really want to head over and check on you, but…

Eijirou: Idk, that kinda feels like I'm skipping some steps, or crossing some boundaries.

Eijirou: I hope you're alright, and I'll give you some space, but just let me know you're good when you can. We can talk when you're ready.

Eijirou: Can I send Mina to you or something? I just want you to have someone on your side if you're not doing good…

Your eyes ran over the words with a deep sigh. You really should have checked while you were inside. You may be questioning some things, but that didn't mean you can just torture the poor guy… You can only imagine what he's been thinking this whole time.

You: I'm so sorry, I've been with Ochako. I'm alright, promise. There's just some things I want to clear up

You were about to put your phone down and finally leave, but your phone went off before you could even turn the car on.

Eijirou: lol I guess I was overreacting a little, huh? Glad you're safe tho!!! You want to meet somewhere?

You chewed on your lip as you thought. Maybe you were just procrastinating, wanting to protect this version of your friendship for just a little longer, but you just didn't know if you could handle that talk right now.

You: I'm a little tired… do you have any time tomorrow?

Eijirou: Yeah, no problem!! Wanna grab lunch or something?

You: Yeah, that sounds great. I'll find a place and send you the address. We can meet up there at like noon?

You were sure he noticed that you didn't give him a chance to offer to drive, but he was too polite to bring it up.

Eijirou: Sounds great! (: My treat, so find something good!

Even now, he was being too nice, especially after that scare you gave him. How did that saying go? If it seems too good to be true, it probably is? That's what this whole thing felt like. He just showed up at the best time… and now it felt like he held all your happiness in the palm of his hand. It was dangerous. How did you keep getting yourself into these kinds of messes?

You had finally gotten yourself home, tossing your keys into the dish on the counter as you headed towards the bathroom. The best medicine for this growing headache you had was a long, mindless shower. Just wash off all of the stress and worry and weird thoughts you've been having.

You stood under the water and just… existed. You let yourself be in the space and forced the tension from your limbs, standing under the spray until you felt like jelly. Your sigh almost echoed in the pristine space, but for this moment, at least the space was yours. After you felt a little less like a ball of tension and more human-adjacent, you moved onto actually cleaning yourself off. You skipped the sweet and spicy scents that usually filled the bathroom for something a bit lighter, a little minty and maybe floral, you weren't the best at placing the scents… but it was different. Something Katsuki was probably gifted from one of the many companies trying to curry favor from one of the top heroes. But you had decided to claim it. It was now yours, your scent, separate from the same sights, same smells, everything perfectly in place. Except for you… when did you stop fitting in? Did you ever in the first place?

There it was again, those thoughts. It's not like they were doing you any good, but once you started, it seemed like you couldn't stop. You should be grateful, though. Katsuki provided all of this, even the opportunity to stand out. What would you really have without him? You didn't really have anywhere else to go, all of your friends were his friends. All your clothes and food were paid for with his card. Even your car, he was listed on the title and paid for insurance and maintenance… It sat heavy in your stomach even after you forced the thoughts from your head.

You wrapped yourself in a robe, stepping from the bathroom and hoping you'd find something reasonably comfortable that didn't get caught in the crossfire of your previous fight, belatedly hearing the lock on the front door. Your curiosity got the best of you, peeking towards the entrance before you even heard him.

"Come on out, shitty girl, grab these bags!" It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He was your fiance, and this was his home. You weren't even on the title. Your feet were moving before you could even finish your thought, the traitorous things, finding him in the living room with an armful of bags. Without thinking of it, your eyes drifted to where your degree had adorned the wall, expecting to see the blank wall and being surprised with an admittedly artistic shot of Katsuki's agency, in black and white of course.

"Oi, what are you wearing? You could have at least dressed…" You could feel your eyes threatening to roll at his words, but somehow you held them back.

"Sorry, Katsuki. I thought you'd want help sooner rather than later." He quickly started passing over the bags, heavier than you expected.

"Whatever, just put these away. I figured it was time to update your wardrobe." You peeked inside the bag, full of soft greys and light oranges, and your confusion must have shown on your face. "Don't give me that look. I know what looks best on you, and it's about time you start dressing like you're my future wife." He huffed as you looked away from the bag.

"Right… thank you, Katsuki." The words felt oddly hollow. You supposed you were happy for some more clothes, although you weren't sure they were really for you… but he had obviously spent time and money, a lot of money, on getting these things for you.

"That's a better reaction. Put those away, I'll grab dinner." The way he fell back into his routine made your head spin. It was like nothing ever happened. Should you bring it up? No. No, not right now. You shouldn't ruin the tenuous calm in the house, rejecting the well-meaning peace offering he had brought home. No, you should just be happy that he's fixing his mistake. This was fixing it, right? Actions that spoke louder than words? Katsuki always had a problem with words…

You put the new clothes away in silence, feeling the cost in each thread even as you noticed the high necklines, the longer sleeves, and the lack of anything but floor-length hems on any pants or dresses. Was this how a wife looks to Katsuki? Modest to a fault and dressed in his colors? Yet you accepted it, for now. Dressed in a pair of regrettably comfortable pants and a cozy grey sweater over your undershirt. Surely this would make him happy, right?

As you stepped out of the room, you were greeted with such amazing smells. He had set up takeout on the coffee table, putting on a show the two of you had started together years ago and had yet to finish. There was even a cocktail waiting for you, and a noticeable lack of spice wafting from the food. He looked up at you as you looked away, not wanting to meet those bright red eyes. "I knew it would look good on you. Now hurry up and sit, I don't have all night."

"Thanks, this smells amazing." You gave him a smile, you think, as you sat down, cautiously taking a bite of your food as he started the show.

"Of fucking course it does, I have good taste." And with that, the two of you fell quiet, trying to ignore the heavy butterflies in your stomach and eat your food. It was so good, something you would normally eat without hesitation, but you paced yourself around the uneasy feeling, draining your drink before you even got halfway through.

Katsuki noticed, of course. You used to admire how perceptive he was. Used to? When did that change… "You better not be turning into some sort of fucking lush." He chuckled, but the sound feels miles away. He sounds like he's teasing, but it still puts you on edge as you laugh along with him, although you don't know why. He stands and takes your glass with him, returning with another drink. At least the alcohol dulls your nerves, slowly sipping away at it as the show wraps up.

"Finish up and get ready for bed. I've got an early morning, I can't have you keeping me up." He takes the trash and dishes away, leaving you nursing your drink and staring at an empty screen. There's only so long you can take here, only a few sips left and no more excuses you can make. The last few sips taste bitter.

When you finally finish, rinsing your glass once and then again, the odd feeling returns tenfold. If you had been sober, you might have wondered if this was what it felt like being led to execution, the way you walk without any emotion down the hall. It's pure muscle memory the way you strip off the clothes hiding your figure, the way you let Katuski lead you to bed and pose you face down, hand heavy on the back of your neck. And when he finally finds his end behind you, falling into bed and then quickly into sleep, you wonder how long you had been holding your breath. Even then, when you could breathe, the air was heavy and humid, filled with him.

It was naive to think you had made a space for yourself here. He existed, even in the air.

[queenofdragons12]

The Grey Sapphire's Vengeance - Jake Sully

paring : jake sully x shapeshifter! reader, x stray kids

warnings : hunt, teras, sadness, hiding, fugtetive, blood and gore

A/N : just something my mind book ip at 6 am in the morning

As you raced through the night, a whirlwind of emotions swept over you, mingling with the crisp air that filled your lungs. Your body propelled forward, fueled by an unwavering determination, while your heart yearned for solace and the embrace of a safer world.

Before you, the silhouettes of your family members danced in the moonlight, their figures guiding your way through the darkness. Your father, a pillar of strength, led the charge with unwavering resolve, while your mother, an embodiment of love and protection, shielded your retreat. Together, you ventured forth, united in purpose and bound by an unbreakable bond.

The celestial orbs, radiant and magnificent, cast their heavenly gaze upon the path you tread. Their ethereal light bathed the trail in a soft, resplendent glow, as if bestowing a celestial blessing upon your odyssey. Yet, even their enchanting luminosity could not banish the tears that welled in your eyes, the ache of leaving your little sister behind.

For the weight of the journey would be too arduous, too treacherous for her fragile spirit to endure. It was a decision made with a heavy heart, relinquishing her fate to the whims of fate itself. With each step, each fleeting moment, you carried her memory like a fragile blossom cradled in your soul, forever intertwined with the fabric of your being.

And so, as your footsteps echoed through the night, destiny led you to a hut that stirred a sense of familiarity within your heart. The door creaked open, revealing a figure that seemed to emerge from the fragments of cherished memories. Neytiri, a dear friend from the halcyon days of your youth, stood before you, a beacon of solace and understanding.

A smile danced upon her lips as she beheld your presence, recognizing the trials etched upon your face. With a graceful gesture, she beckoned you and your family to seek respite within the sanctuary of her humble abode. The door closed gently behind her, sealing you away from the outside world, offering a moment of respite from the relentless pursuit.

"Sit down, and rest," Neytiri tenderly whispered, her voice like a soothing melody that harmonized with the beating of your weary heart. She gracefully vanished into the shadows, promising to retrieve refreshments that would satiate both your physical and emotional hunger.

Together, you and your family gathered around a luminous couch that emanated a subtle warmth, as if infused with the very essence of tranquility. Leaning back, you surrendered to the embrace of exhaustion, the weariness seeping from your bones. In this cocoon of solace, hidden from prying eyes, you allowed yourself a moment of respite, a fleeting taste of peace amidst a world torn asunder.

And as you closed your eyes, the turbulent symphony of your existence temporarily silenced, you dared to hope that love and poetry, with all their transformative power, would guide you towards a brighter tomorrow.

~~

The Next Day

The dawn arrived with a swiftness that stole precious moments of slumber, beckoning you to awaken from the embrace of dreams. Sunlight, gentle and teasing, caressed your eyelids, urging you to open them and behold a new day. Yet, as you stirred, you found your parents absent, their places replaced by Neytiri, a constant source of solace in this tumultuous journey.

"Ah, good morning, Y/N," Neytiri greeted you, extending a glass into your awaiting hand. The coolness of the vessel provided a refreshing respite, a balm to soothe the remnants of weariness. But as you savored the moment, a wooden door swung open, and your gaze met a pair of familiar golden eyes.

There stood Jake Sully, a name that had echoed through your existence, a figure known from tales whispered through the passage of time. Though he was a few years older, his presence held a magnetic allure that tugged at your consciousness. Yet, your heart remained untouched, your wolf, a wild spirit within you, not yet ready to bind itself to a mate.

And so, you acknowledged him with a polite nod, the unspoken language of the Na'vi greeting shared between you. Sensing the tension, Neytiri inquired about your connection, her curiosity paving the way for conversation. With a calm voice, you responded, "No, I have only heard of him," before respectfully excusing yourself to embrace the embrace of the open air.

Stepping outside, the sun welcomed you with open arms, its radiant rays weaving through the tapestry of the world. A symphony of nature unfolded before you, as small creatures danced and chattered in the embrace of freedom. With a tender smile, you extended your hand, an offering of kinship, and they alighted upon your palm, their delicate claws finding purchase without causing harm.

Your skin, already adorned with the scars of countless hunts and battles, cared little for the minuscule discomfort. With awe and adoration, you regarded the tiny creatures, their existence intertwined with your own. One creature, resembling a miniature lizard, ventured closer, drawn by the ethereal glow of the sapphire pendant adorning your neck. It emitted a soft luminescence under the sunlight, a testament to the magic it held within.

In that sacred moment, the boundary between creature and human blurred, and a harmonious connection formed. You cooed affectionately, your voice a gentle melody that resonated through the air, inviting the creature to come closer. It purred, a sound of contentment, and made its way toward your chest, its tiny claws tapping against the glowing gem.

Bathed in the golden light, you sensed the intertwining of mystical energies, a dance between kindred spirits. A smile graced your lips, an expression of gratitude for the intricate web of life that enveloped you. In this haven of nature's embrace, you found solace, a sanctuary where love and magic intertwined, promising a future rich with possibility and wonder.

~~

"Y/N!" a voice called out, and you raised your gaze to witness the return of your valiant parents, bearing the fruits of a successful hunt. A beaming smile adorned your face as you hurried towards them, embracing them tenderly. "Good job," you commended, your admiration shining brightly. Your mother affectionately patted your head, a gesture of maternal pride. "We met someone," she revealed, gesturing towards a group of boys standing just behind them, their heads tilted in awe of the wondrous beauty that surrounded them.

Your eyes widened with curiosity, and you eagerly approached the boy who seemed injured, the faint glow of your sapphire pendant responding to the distress. "Hey, take it easy," you whispered with gentle compassion, offering him the support he needed. His gaze, kind and brown, met yours, while his hair, a cascade of grey-brown, clung to his forehead, a testament to the trials he had endured.

With a tender smile, you guided him towards Neytiri's humble abode, where the tall Na'vi woman stood, deftly blending potent herbs with skilled hands. "Neytiri," you called out, drawing her attention away from her task, and her eyes widened in surprise. Jake, in the meantime, had vanished from sight, but your concern for him momentarily dissipated.

"Mother and father found him; he's badly hurt," you informed Neytiri, your voice laced with a mixture of worry and determination. She nodded, her wisdom evident, as she responded, "I see. Come, let us take him to the healers." With utmost care, Neytiri lifted the injured boy onto her back, and you followed closely behind, venturing towards the realm of the healers, leaving the rest of his friends behind in the hut with your parents.

In that moment, hope and uncertainty intertwined, as the weight of the wounded soul rested upon your shoulders. But your spirit remained undeterred, fueled by the desire to save and heal, to bring solace and restoration to a fragile existence. With Neytiri as your guide, you embarked upon a journey of compassion and resilience, praying that your presence would be a beacon of light in the boy's darkest hours.

~~~~

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gently laid the boy to rest, his features softened in the embrace of relief and healing. Neytiri and you had managed to provide him with the care he desperately needed, and now you stood, washing your hands clean from the remnants of the herbal concoctions that had been diligently prepared.

"We did good," Neytiri acknowledged, her voice filled with pride and satisfaction, as she patted your shoulder before disappearing into her living room. The lichen door rustled lightly, creating a subtle melody that resonated with the tranquility of the surroundings. Grateful for her presence and guidance, you allowed a small smile to grace your lips, a testament to the connection forged through compassion and shared purpose.

Before departing, you gently caressed the boy's cooling face, reassured by the serenity that seemed to emanate from his features. With a sense of completion, you slipped out of the room, leaving behind a glass of water and a selection of edible herbs, accompanied by a sticky note bearing the words, "Eat them and drink. Come out whenever you feel strong enough." It was a silent invitation for him to rejoin the realm of the living, whenever he felt ready to take that step.

Stepping into the outside world, your eyes quickly scanned the vicinity, and a twinge of apprehension tingled within your being as you noticed Jake's presence. An inexplicable sense of unease settled upon your shoulders, whispering cautionary notes that urged you to maintain a safe distance. Whatever lay hidden within the depths of your intuition, you chose not to unravel it, for some mysteries were best left undisturbed.

Greeting the other boys, gratitude flowed freely from their words as they expressed their appreciation for the care you had provided to their companion. Curiosity sparked within you, and you inquired, "Now, who might you be?" The one with coal-black hair bowed respectfully, introducing himself as Ban'chaan, followed by Ley'knor, Chango'bin, Hyun'jin, Ha'an, Fel'ix, Seung'min, and I'nor. They revealed that they had been wandering these wildlands for days, and Ha'an had fallen victim to a brutal attack, with the rest of them sustaining various degrees of injuries.

Wincing in sympathy, you reached for a jar of poultice juice, prepared to tend to their wounds. "Here, let me treat that," you offered, and Ban'chaan obliged, although his lips quivered with each touch of the soothing liquid on his wounds. You knew it must sting, but your determination to prevent infection outweighed any momentary discomfort. Methodically, you continued your ministrations, ensuring that each member of the group received the care they required, offering them a pathway to healing amidst the unforgiving wilderness.

And so, bound by a shared experience of pain and survival, your journey intertwined with theirs, merging destinies in a tapestry woven by compassion, resilience, and the undying belief in the transformative power of love.

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In the ethereal canvas of the night sky, a resplendent full moon ascended, casting its mystical glow upon the world. As its radiant beams bathed the land, a faint tremor of fear rippled through your secluded nest, urging you to escape its clutches before the morrow arrived, drenched in an ominous crimson hue.

Silently, you maneuvered with cautious steps, every movement a ballet of discretion, mindful not to disturb the stillness. An exhale of relief escaped your lips, like a sigh of deliverance, as the moonlight delicately caressed your form, imbuing you with a newfound courage. And so, you embarked upon a frenzied sprint, propelling yourself forward with an urgency that defied the limits of your own fleetness. Faster and faster you ran, until the tapestry of the landscape unfurled before you, revealing a bend in the river, your sanctuary of liberation.

At this bend, your Na'vi essence metamorphosed, as if a veil of azure skin melded seamlessly with a cascade of pale silver fur. The soft tinkling of sapphire fragments resonated with a luminous intensity, emanating from your transformed being in undulating waves, overtaking your very existence. Your once-familiar sapphire eyes widened, taking on a new luminescence, while your teeth elongated with predatory grace.

Now, a majestic grey-furred behemoth, towering above ordinary Na'vi and common creatures alike, you embodied an enigma of strength and raw power. With a final surge of will, a spasmodic burst of sapphire radiance erupted from your core, accompanied by a whimper of submission. And in that moment, standing tall amidst your rebirth, you shed the remnants of your old self and unveiled a pair of mesmerizing sapphire-blue eyes that glowed with a pulsating allure.

Turning your gaze towards the heavens, you unleashed a primordial howl, a resonating symphony of emptiness and might that traversed the expanse of the landscape, reaching the ears of Jake, who sought solace atop Neytiri's hut, beneath the night's caress.

Startled, Jake rose to his full height, for no creature in the vast realm of Pandora emitted a cry akin to that of a wolf, not in a million lunar cycles. Crouching low, his hunter's bow clutched firmly in hand, he knew this had to be the elusive wolf he had relentlessly pursued throughout countless moons. This had to be the Grey Sapphire, the elusive legend that had eluded him before.

Determined not to let it slip through his grasp once more, he steeled his resolve, prepared to embark on a chase that would defy the boundaries of time and space.

¨¨

With seething rage coursing through your veins, you charged forward, your nerves ablaze, driven by an unwavering determination to confront the hunter who had mercilessly pursued and decimated your family. The scent of blood and betrayal hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the night you returned from your nocturnal hunt to discover your kin slaughtered, their lives stolen by hands other than your own.

It didn't take long to locate the hunter, mounted upon a steed that resembled an earthly horse. A hiss escaped your jaws as you lunged, jaws snapping menacingly around the horse's rear, causing it to squeal in agony, its frantic hooves flailing, barely grazing your massive form as you towered over it. The creature landed with a resounding thud, its head bent, succumbing to your powerful grasp as your jaws enclosed around its sinewy neck.

With violent ferocity, you thrashed the horse, its body tossed about like a mere plaything, dislodging the rider from his precarious perch. Instantly, you released your hold on the beast, granting it the freedom it so desperately sought, and it galloped away, its hooves thundering against the unforgiving terrain, echoing its terrified whinnies into the night.

Turning your attention to the dismounted hunter, your gaze met his, a flicker of recognition stirring within your soul. It was Jake, concealed beneath the guise of a hunter, adorned in armor that belied his true nature. He was the catalyst for your family's plight, the very reason why your wolf spirit had been ensnared, chained by circumstances beyond your control.

Anguish hissed from your mouth, your eyes aglow with a tempest of pain and fury. "Finally," Jake growled, raising his bow, the arrow's tip poisoned with captivity. But you scoffed, a curious snort escaping your nostrils, teeth bared in defiance. "Foolishness, I cannot be felled by an arrow dipped in imprisonment," you snapped, catching Jake off guard with your unexpected display of speech.

His eyes widened momentarily, disbelief etched upon his features, as he hadn't anticipated your ability to communicate. However, the weight of his duty pressed upon him, demanding that he complete the task at hand.

"Less talking, more dying," you sneered, launching yourself at him with unbridled force, crashing him to the ground before he could release his arrow. A heavy paw pressed firmly against his tanned chest, your hulking frame bearing down upon him as you leaned forward, snarling with contempt. "You will never succeed in killing me, Jake Sully," you proclaimed, your voice laden with a mixture of defiance and sorrow.

And then, as if summoned by fate itself, an encompassing darkness descended, veiling the battleground in obscurity, shielding the world from witnessing the fate that would befall one or both of you.

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A/N: SOo heres this thing, it will be a series probably since i really liked this.

just stay tun4ed!"