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Make The Angels Cry

Angel! Rotxo x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : Masturbation (both), Grinding, Eating Out, Fingering, Handjob, Partial Blowjob.

This is based off of Chris Grey’s song, the title is the same, something in the song inspired me to write this masterpiece and I’m grateful my mind works in these weird ways.

‼️Humans can breathe Pandoran air‼️

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Translation Station

Tawtute: Sky Person (Human)

Rey’eng: The Balance of Life

Iknimaya: Rite of Passage

Paysyul: Waterlily

Tsaheylu: Bond (neural connection)

Uniltìrantokx: Avatar, Dream Walker Body

Tsmukan: Brother

Olo’Eyktan: Clan Leader

Marui: Home

Tewng: Loincloth

Karyu: Teacher

Tìyawn: Love

Sevin’evan: Pretty Boy

Word Count: 11.2K (I got carried away)

“You may not interfere with her life, my child, am I to be understood?” Eywa’s booming voice rings throughout the kingdom, it was seldom the time she spoke, but when she did, it was a serious matter. This was something he knew as this had not been the first time he had been told this very thing- granted it had come from senior angels who had earned their place beside Eywa as her soldiers, but nevertheless he’d been told countless times.

He had gotten close to the physical realm to assist one of the tawtute, had Eywa herself not been keeping watch of her creation, he would have leapt through the portal and assisted the girl on the other side. Any help without Eywa’s prior approval was forbidden as it could mess with the rey’eng and bring destruction to the harmonious peace within the physical realm.

Rotxo turns his saddened expression toward the great mother, his excuse dying on his tongue as the tears welled up in his eyes, he hadn’t meant to upset anyone, much less wanted to get in trouble for doing something wrong, but he was just a boy. Rotxo was still too small to understand the rules, he had yet to pass his iknimaya, get his first tattoo, much less have time to grow his wings.

“Oh,” Eywa coo’s at the sight before her as she picks him up in the palm of her hand, unlike her angels who had physical bodies, Eywa had a silhouette of light, warmth immediately being distributed toward Rotxo’s tiny body as she attempts to console her child.

“I didn’t mean to do something bad,” Rotxo looses all of his composure as fat tears roll down his face, but he couldn’t help wanting to help someone as pretty as you. You reminded him of a paysyul, freshly set on the water, opened up to receive the sunlight and bountiful blessings from the great mother, but you were also just a mere child no older than four years old at this time.

Rotxo was special in the eyes of Eywa, not only had he never done anything wrong in his life, but he was amongst the firstborn angels in her kingdom, whereas everyone else had been created- except the other children that now resided with her.

“You are not allowed to step into the physical realm unless you are a soldier, much less help anyone without my saying so.” Eywa explains in a much softer tone for the boy to digest, she can only see him nod as he begins to wipe the tears from his eyes, using the backs of his chubby hands as he did so, making him look adorable.

“Un-understood.” The child stutters slightly but nods upon hearing Eywa’s words. The great mother humming in approval of his answer and slowly settling him back onto the puffy cloud he’d been sitting on.

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“You cannot connect to the great mother, what makes you think you can form any kind of tsaheylu to pass an iknimaya?” One particular Na’Vi’s voice rings out and I can watch my tawtute freeze, the anger radiating off her body as she clenches her fists, I could tell she had been holding back but was tempted to deck the Na’Vi in the face.

I would always spend my free time near the portal to the physical realm, asking it to show me my tawtute by name, her name tingled on my lips the first time I’d tasted it on my tongue, something so foreign yet familiar all the same.

I enjoyed watching over her as it would often lead me to learning more about the kind of person she is; she’s kind, compassionate, adorable, has a mild temper, creative, daring. Everything about her had me smitten, but one of the things that would upset me was whenever the natives started picking on her, sure she looked different than them, but that didn’t give them the right to be rude to her, if only they saw what I see in her, they’d be a lot nicer.

“I didn’t say I could make the bond.” My tawtute speaks through clenched teeth, everything about her body language had proven how mad she had been getting and her fists remained clenched by her side, I could find myself nodding along to her statement as she had never said she could form a bond, I subconsciously played with my own braid as the conversation continued.

I would often find myself perched on my fluffy cloud, drawn to just about anything it was she’d decide to do that day, constantly mesmerized by her beauty, there was no denying I had been drawn to her.

We had been born around the same time from what I could recall, but she had been just a bit younger than I was, so I knew she had been going through her own version of puberty and her emotions were starting to become sporadic, I had trouble keeping up with them on occasion.

I remember when the stubs of my wings were starting to come out and how irritable I had been during that time. I had just started to grow feathers on them and would learn how to take flight soon, in fact I should be learning at this moment but I was too busy staring down at the physical realm to find my tawtute and see what she was up to.

“Who cares what you said, you will never be one of us, you’re a freak.” The boys voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I could almost see her aura changing. I had realized she’d snapped from the moment she turned around, lunging at the teenaged Na’Vi and bringing him down to the floor, punching his face left and right and getting all of her anger out, his hands attempting to block the blows and failing.

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I’d watched her throughout the years and seen when her family moved to Awa’atlu, having seen how the uniltìrantokx had taken her brother from her, I felt bad for saying I’m glad she hadn’t been caught alongside him but I kept a close eye on him whenever I could, whispering to her about his safety whenever I could, hoping she could hear me but knowing she wouldn’t have been able to.

She’s learned to pull her weight when it came to the tasks on the island, the skills she’d learned from the Omatikaya weren’t necessarily useful here, but it sure helped her be an early riser and show up for her chores, even when she’d dreaded doing them, she still shows up. From my perspective, she’d been doing a great job at everything she had done, even when she had been slower than her blue counterparts, she put her all into it.

Even after all of her efforts in doing everything she’d done, she still had a rough time fitting in, there had been another person who’d called her and Kiri a freak and she had clenched her fists, much like the previous time she’d been in this predicament I could tell she was about to snap, before Neteyam and Lo’ak did the beating for her.

After that instance Lo’ak had been abandoned at sea and managed to come back with minimal scrapes and bruising. From then on it seemed as though everyone had forgotten their differences and started hanging out together and she finally somewhat fit in. Ao’nung stopped talking to his old friends as he and Tsireya began teaching them the way of water.

But the moment that Payakan had been in trouble was what had started everything. All of them ended up catching up to Lo’ak and taking the tracker off of his spirit brother a little bit too late, she’d ended up having to ride on Lo’ak’s Ilu.

Had I had a heart, it would have been beating erratically, but at this moment I could only watch in suspense, ending up in anger after seeing her being captured and tied to the deck of the ship she’d been trapped on before Neteyam heroically saved them.

“Come on let’s go,” Neteyam speaks in a rushed tone as he grabs my tawtute’s shoulders to guide her away from the ship before seeing his brother leaning over a dead uniltìrantokx’s body and taking his weapon from him.

“Lo’ak.” It was a warning to get the younger boy to listen but Lo’ak stood his ground as he held the gun closer to his body.

“They’ve got Spider,” Lo’ak begins before my tawtute speaks up.

“We’ve gotta get him, C’mon.” She speaks in her native tongue as she sides with Lo’ak, and if I had a say I would have said this was a bad idea and this is where her bad luck began.

“C’mon bro, we can’t leave him.” Lo’ak states and Neteyam grunts in frustration as he looks between the tawtute and his tsmukan before agreeing.

It doesn’t take long for them to find Spider, ensuring that my tawtute is safe before jumping off the ledge they had been on, attacking the other tawtute surrounding Spider.

“Look out!” My tawtute screams as she points toward the one grabbing his weapon, Lo’ak’s gun shooting off before the body lies back down on the floor, unmoving.

“Bro come on.” Spider states just as Neteyam grabs my tawtute and lowers her from the ledge they’d jumped down from and she quickly hugs her tsmukan.

“Let’s go-“ Neteyam pats Lo’ak’s chest and the four of them continue on.

It doesn’t take long for the gunfire to start again and it all moved in slow motion as I saw the bullets flying near my tawtute, and I’d done the one thing nobody in Eywa’s kingdom had ever dared to do, I leapt into the portal.

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The immediate feeling of warmth had enveloped my body but I couldn’t look at what was happening as a blinding light had caused me to close my eyes, at this moment in time I feel as though I had just died, most recent thoughts scrolling through my mind like a movie- we’d saved Spider and he was safe, at this point that was all that mattered.

I could have sworn I had felt a bullet grazing my stomach at one point but all of that was irrelevant as long as I knew my brother was safe.

It wasn’t until the water runs through my entire body that I feel as though my entire circulatory system is able to react again, moving my arms around my body in an attempts to stay afloat, the feeling of a large body being pressed against my own, It wasn’t that I didn’t want to open my eyes, it was that I couldn’t, until the moment my body resurfaced and I took a big gasping breath in order to fill my burning lungs that I was finally able to snap my eyes open, coming across a Na’Vi I’d never seen.

Before I could ask who the hell he was, or even check to see if he had been a recom I could hear a splash behind me, signaling Neteyam had finally jumped into the water, turning my attention on him as he bobs in and out of water.

Neteyam suffered a big injury to his chest, one that had the potential for ending his life had it been a couple of centimeters to the right side of his body, but everyone was busy thanking Eywa that it had been less severe, he’d been patched up after the bullet had been extracted from his body, his arm placed in a sling for the time being until he could recover.

But that had been the least of our worries as the random Na’Vi man had been brought in and questioned by the Olo’Eyktan and his warriors, ensuring to keep him away from us for the time being, but I’d grown curious about his existence as I could have sworn I’d never seen a Metkayina as a recom.

I’d wanted to know just how he’d managed to wrap his entire body around me without getting himself hurt in the process, I know he wasn’t standing in front of me beforehand, wondering where he’d come from and not getting to question him myself meant not getting any answers.

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“Where did you come from?” Tonowari’s voice is smooth and collected, he’d gathered his warriors to surround the random tattoo’d Na’Vi who’d appeared on the ships. Not sure what his motive was but not wanting to look past it, given the recent events that had unfolded, he wanted to keep his people safe.

“Just as I have told you before, I come from Eywa’s kingdom.” Rotxo answers cooly, no waver in his voice, he had remained calm in this situation as he had not wanted to anger the person questioning him.

“Where is that exactly?” Tonowari counters, turning as he begins to walk around the younger male, his back facing him as he walks tauntingly around him.

“It is not in this physical realm but the one above this one.” Rotxo answers honestly once more, he did not need to hide where he was coming from as one could not find it from the physical realm. There was no way this chief would be able to find the entrance to his home and harm anyone there, not that Rotxo believed thats what he would do, but it was something he knew he could safely reveal as his people and the great mother remained safe from any danger.

Plus, you had to be summoned by the great mother herself in order to come back toward her kingdom, and since everyones souls were still holding onto their own bodies, there would not be a summoning soon.

“Does this realm have a place of entry?” Tonowari asks as he turns around to face Rotxo.

“No, sir.” Rotxo is quick to answer back while maintaining himself seated on the floor of the marui they were keeping him in.

The two continued back and fourth, the elder of the two asking questions while pacing around the marui, in an attempt to understand if this newly found Na’Vi was a threat or not, but it had been strange to the elder of the two that he appeared similar to those of his own people.

The younger of the two was courteous, answering every single question and not sparing a detail as he intended for the chief to trust him, wanting to appear as honest as he could, something he always was with Eywa herself.

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“Well where did he come from?” Lo’ak asked and Ao’nung scoffs at his friends impatience, I can guarantee he had also been wondering how Tsireya could handle being with him, but my curiosity caught the better of me as I too waited for him to answer the question.

“My father will not say.” He answers rather straight forward and I could feel my resolve crumble a bit as my eye twitches.

“We know where he came from. He came from the ship.” I stated as I continued walking toward the water, the beach had been nearly empty at this time as most of the natives were spending quality time as a family, but I knew that he had to have come from the ship, he was the reason I ended up in the water in the first place.

“Well he had to have come from somewhere else-“ Neteyam is quick to explain but I turn around, beginning to walk backwards as the rest of them continue walking normally, cutting him off with my action alone.

“Well when a mommy Na’Vi and a daddy Na’Vi love each other very much,” I stop talking as a wide smile plasters itself on my face, Neteyam’s face shows disgust as he rolls his eyes, and I can hear Ao’nung and Lo’ak laughing behind him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He begins as Kiri shakes her head in disapproval at my comment, arms coming to fold as she stops walking, I take that as my queue to stop walking as we must have reached the beach already.

“Well, we might get to know more about him if we try,” Ao’nung states and this captures all of our attention.

“We’re going to be teaching him our ways,” He answers all of our questions before we’d had an opportunity to voice them, his head tilting forwards, silently telling us to take a look at the ocean and I turn around as soon as everyones heads look over.

Past the water we see Tsireya helping the stranger onto an Ilu, his hair wet as if he’d already taken a tumble previously, his breath quickened as his chest heaves slightly, he must have been working out here for a while.

“Whats his name?” Is the only question running through my mind as I see him nod at something Tsireya must have told him before he takes a big breath in and dives, my head instantly turning toward Ao’nung as he wasn’t saying the strangers name fast enough for me to melt into my memory.

“He says it’s Rotxo.”

I couldn’t quite grasp why I had felt the need to stare at him all of a sudden, but he piqued my interest. The way his body was shaped was thicker than Ao’nung, meaning he had quite the booty to look at, he was still muscular, but he was gorgeous, it was as if I couldn’t stop looking at him or I’d combust.

I forced my vision toward the water and focus on its ripples as I sit on the Ilu with Kiri, she’d usually have Tuk sitting in front of her most days, but she had been off learning sign language with the other children, I could feel Kiri lightly poking my back in a way to get my attention and I turned to face her.

“You keep staring at him.” She points out her observation and I can feel my face heating up at her words, I had thought that maybe I had been hiding it well, but was just proven wrong.

“Mind your business,” I stated rather embarrassed and can see a small smile playing at her lips, turning my face back around and holding the saddle of the Ilu in an attempt to calm my nerves, my fingers messing with the strings in order to ease my heart.

“What do you see in him?” She keeps the conversation going and I couldn’t help but feel mortified.

“Kiri!” I whisper-yelled while turning back around quickly, my hair slapping my shoulders due to that action, I could see her holding in a big laugh and failing as she giggles aloud, my eyes widening as I fear everyones eyes are on us, but I don’t dare turn around because I know the first person I’d look at would also catch my stare, and I was already embarrassed enough.

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“Do you want to learn how to ride an Ilu with a tawtute?” Tsireya’s silky smooth voice manages to rip me out of my concentration as she speaks to Rotxo. I can feel my own body stiffen as those words leave her lips as I hold the water lily in my hand a little harsher than normal, wincing slightly as I’d for sure get an earful from Ronal for not having been careful, gently placing it into the weaved wicker basket I held.

“You think I am ready?” His voice rings through my ears and I want to look at him, but I have to refrain from excitedly jumping up at his words, pretending to continue looking for plants.

“You have been improving well, why don’t you go ask her, I’m sure she won’t mind.” My back is toward the two and I make it my mission to appear busy as I dive my head down at that moment, reaching for the seaweed bundled up on some coral, weaving it out carefully and popping my head back above water, placing it in the basket.

“Y/n,” His voice is smooth and still as he speaks it, I wasn’t sure he’d even known my name up until this point, I only turn and feel as though I’m being held captive by his honey-green eyes, I feel a sudden warmth taking over my body as I stare up at him and notice his lips moving, I attempt to focus on what he’s saying but only capture the end.

“-so I could practice?” He asks nervously and even manages to break eye contact and look down.

“I don’t mind helping you.” I stated, watching as his eyes turns back toward me and a smile appears on my face, and thats when I knew from this day on I wanted to make him smile as much as I could, a warmth taking over my body as I find myself smiling back.

We start making our way toward the Ilu and where Tsireya had been standing, smiling gently over at the both of us. It’s obvious how small I am as I pedal through the water to stay afloat but the two before me are only standing.

He doesn’t warn me as he slips his hands on my waist, bringing me up easily and placing me to sit on the Ilu in front of him, I selfishly lean back to feel his chest on my back and was tempted to close my eyes to enjoy the moment, but fight against it as Tsireya is still present.

“Now place your hand on her belly and feel as she breaths before you dive.” She stated easily and I wanted to smack her, his hand hesitantly sliding over my stomach and the warmth returns, I bite back a moan and attempt to focus on my breathing, taking in a big breath and seeing Tsireya nod from the corner of my vision, and before I knew it, we were underwater.

I could feel how my body slid back towards his with the sheer strength the Ilu swam with, feeling his muscular body act as a wall to keep my body from moving off the creature, I felt an utter sense of peace washing over me until we popped up above water, I exhaled the remainder of my breath easily.

“Was that okay?” Rotxo asks with his hand still on my belly, I only turn back to face him and nod my head, smiling lightly at him.

We’d spent about two hours with Rotxo learning to ride an Ilu with me on it, his hands constantly on my belly and keeping me warm, his body keeping me still even with the speeds the Ilu would take off at, everything about his touch was starting to turn me on and I had no idea how much longer I could take. Until Tsireya had stated that we were done, I silently thanked Eywa as I was getting close to losing my composure, letting Rotxo know I would be willing to help him with whatever task he needed before leaving, walking on the beach slowly to not make him feel as though I was uncomfortable with him.

I’d practically fast walked over toward the healing tent where Ronal was, seeing how busy she was as she was treating a couple of fishermen with cuts and scrapes on their bodies, she only looked at the wicker basket and back at me before nodding and going back to work. Had I not needed to take care of myself at this time I would have asked if she needed help, but her face had also told me she had been in one of her moods and I didn’t want to risk it, heading off to the Sully marui.

Upon stepping inside I realize no one was home and I had the place to myself, I smile but move quickly as I realized how close we were to having our communal dinner, this meant my time here had been limited.

I find my place in my corner of the marui and bring the curtains that surrounded my hammock to a close, shimmying myself out of my tewng as quickly as I could and spreading my legs open, wanting to desperately play the fiddle but taking a breath as I wanted to enjoy myself.

I start by inserting a finger into my mouth, wetting it enough before slowly rubbing it against my slit in a teasing manner, ensuring to collect any of my slick that had started to seep out and gently applying pressure where my clit was, a small moan leaving my lips as I come into contact with my hardened bud.

I inhale sharply as my fingers seem to have a mind of their own and apply more pressure, my eyes almost rolling back at the pleasure I’d been giving myself as my finger continues its dance, my other hand desperately grasping my thigh in an attempt to ground myself, unable to do so as all I could think of was Rotxo’s touch.

The way his hand had laid across my belly had his fingers almost always dipping below the band of my tewng, and although I knew he hadn’t meant his hand to do that, and most likely didn’t realize it as he’d been accidentally doing it, it caused me to rub my finger faster.

My other hand had decided to take a dip between my folds and inserted one finger inside me, my head being thrown back in pleasure as I managed to rub against my special spongey spot inside of me whilst continuing to rub on my bud, thinking back toward Rotxo’s deep and sensual voice as he asked me if I had been okay every time we’d resurfaced.

I take a second finger and shove it in myself, a broken moan following that action as I remember the distinct smell emanating from his body, something I wish I had taken more time to notice as I pleasured myself in my own bed, tousling my head back and forth as the movements between my legs picked up.

It didn’t take long for me to cum over my fingers and make a mess of things, slowly reaching up and placing my fingers in my own mouth and humming at the taste. I couldn’t believe how fast I’d cum either, I usually took a while to feel comfortable enough to do what I had just done, but I was beyond turned on from being grabbed and held by a man I didn’t know.

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I Dragged my hand toward the base of my shaft and let out a hiss, squeezing myself just a bit harder, taking my cock and slapping it into the palm of my other hand to feel just how hard I was. I could feel a groan building in the back of my throat as I teasingly slide my hand back up my shaft and toward the head, ensuring to squeeze a bit harder around my head and watching as the beaded precum droops down to the marui floor below me.

I take my pointer finger and thumb, circling it around my cock, and pretending it was my tawtute’s pussy squeezing on onto me, a moan rippling through my throat as my hips shove myself the rest of the way through, feeling as though I was close to coming but squeezing the base of my cock to stop myself from coming too early.

I could only think back to how good my tawtute’s hair smelled as I was sitting behind her, my hand on her soft skin was driving me crazy, the way I could feel my pointer finger dipping below the band of her tewng had started my problem, but I had no other way of grabbing onto her unless it was my her thighs to keep her from sliding off the Ilu.

Throughout my entire life in Eywa’s kingdom, I’d never come across my shaft hardening at all, truth be told, it kind of just existed, never really being used for anything up until this point. From the moment I’d been alone, any thoughts that lingered on my tawtute would cause my shaft to awaken, and I had no idea why it had hurt until I started rubbing the pain away, my first orgasm had knocked me out completely. But today had been different as this had been the third time I had to take care of myself tonight.

All I could think of was the supple and soft skin of my tawtute while beginning to speed my hand along my shaft, my precome acting as a lubricant that ensured the speed I had been going at wasn’t hurting me, the head of my cock being massaged by the foreskin I had and it was driving me crazy, another moan reverberated from the depths of my throat and I could feel the familiar tingling sensation hitting me.

“Oh great mother,” I mutter as I exhale and bring my hand back up toward the head of my shaft, squeezing right as I got to the top and sending myself over the edge, white ropes of cum shooting out my cock, a light blue bioluminescent glow surrounding it, I continued thrusting my hips into my hand as I came to prolong my orgasm.

I’d ended up sleeping extremely well that night, not having realized I’d worn myself out from my activities until I felt the sunlight shining through the cracks of my marui, the light tickling my face as my eyes opened slowly, coming to the realization that I may have been late for my lessons with my Karyu.

She was one of the sweetest souls I’d ever met and I didn’t want to let her down, she was one of the closest things to home I think I’d ever come to while being stuck in the physical realm.

“I’m glad to see you’re ready for today’s lesson.” Tsireya offers a smile I return it and settle myself in the water and await her instructions.

“What are we learning about today?” I asked in hopes of learning the same thing we’d done yesterday, her soft smile tells me otherwise and I feel a pang of disappointment before she speaks again.

“We’re going to visit the cove of ancestors with everyone else today,” she answers and I can feel myself nodding while gulping deeply, I knew what their cove of ancestors was and didn’t want to particularly visit as it was a place Eywa sets her eyes upon frequently.

If she hadn’t already recognized that I’d been gone at the moment she definitely would if she saw me at the cove of ancestors. I had an inkling that I’d get in big trouble and she’d probably summon me at that moment to banish me from her kingdom so I knew I had to stop myself from connecting to the spirit tree of possible.

“That sounds wonderful.” I lie through my teeth as I place a soft smile on my face.

“Thats great, we’re the only ones here now but the rest of them will slowly start pouring in.” She admits and I feel at ease once more, the longer I could put off going to the cove the better.

Ever so slowly they started trickling in one by one, Kiri and Spider had been the first to join as they splashed one another while waiting for the others. Kiri was kind enough to start small conversation with me and I obliged as we talked about how different the Metkayina way of living was than our own home. I felt as though it was nice to be able to talk to someone about something other than training.

“I’m not that annoying if you put it into perspective, Lolo.” I hear the voice of my tawtute speak as she converses with her adoptive brother, as I turn to see her I notice she’s on Lo’ak’s back as he starts treading the water, probably not wanting to have to stay afloat the entire time, but I could feel my blood starting to boil.

“If you actually take it into account, you are annoying, Y/n/n,” Lo’ak responds back to my tawtute and I hear her giggling, a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as she laughs and I don’t feel my blood boiling as badly, but the feeling returns as soon as my eyes land back on her arms wrapped around his neck.

Everything in me is telling me she’s only holding on to him in that way as a means to hold on, but the illogical side of my brain wants her hands off of him and on me instead.

“Time to pair up, Losers.” Spider pipes up behind me and I can see him reach over for Kiri’s arm, bringing her closer to him and the two giggle like love-birds. I’m tempted to smile and roll my eyes at the same time.

“You always partner up with Kiri,” Lo’ak rolls his eyes before hearing him grunting in pain, my eyes falling onto him and seeing my tawtute’s hand on his ear, tugging at it rather harshly, my own ears moving down as I wince, I know he was hurting.

“And you always choose Tsireya,” She stated before letting go of his body and falling into the water to avoid his swiping hands.

“And you’re always with Neteyam,” Lo’ak responds as soon as her head pops above water, a smile playing at her lips as she sees him.

“Well this time I’ll go with Rotxo.” She manages to catch me by surprise as I was not prepared for that answer but felt my heart beating faster at her statement.

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I’d had to attempt to calm my heart given the situation I had placed myself in, knowing I was about to be back-to-chest with Rotxo’s body, feeling as his hand comes past my left shoulder, and between the valley of my breasts and straight onto my stomach. I worried for myself as I hadn’t wanted him to feel my heart beating out of it’s chest, but even if he had felt it, he hadn’t given me any indication that he had.

“Are you sure you want to ride with me?” His voice rings through my ears and I can hear it waver slightly, it warmed my heart to know he felt nervous to travel with me on his Ilu, but I knew I also had to reassure him.

“Yes,” I answered as I hadn’t trusted my own voice at the moment, still feeling the hot trail his hand had taken before settling on my stomach, I was tempted to buck my hips up in an attempt to get him to touch me but knew I would be pushing the limits had I actually done that.

“I trust you,” I added after having gulped down my nerves, my voice surprisingly steady, I could feel him slightly pull my body back toward him as a confirmation that he’d heard me, and before I knew it we’d set off to visit the cove of ancestors, the swim there being a quick one.

Ever since Kiri had her seizure, she’d refused to connect to the spirit tree, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be a look out for someone, however, today she was busy flirting with Spider to care about partnering up with anyone. Ao’nung could have technically partnered with Rotxo but he honestly didn’t give a single fuck and dove by himself either way, Lo’ak was watching Tsireya and Neteyam had been watching over Tuk who loved visiting her grandfather.

“Do you not have anyone you wanted to visit?” I hadn’t stopped to think how this would have made me sound or how this would have made him feel, but I felt like the question had to be asked, especially since it was just us two on the magnetic rocks sitting side by side.

Kiri and Spider had long since jumped into the water and started competing on who could swim to the entrance of the cove the fastest, it was their chance to run away and flirt without feeling like they were being watched, but it always irked me as I was usually left by myself, but I had Rotxo here with me and I wasn’t going to let him enjoy his time in silence.

“No,” He answered shortly and I could feel as though he had nothing else to say, but I wouldn’t let this conversation die on the spot, I needed some kind of mental stimulation.

“Where did you come from?” I asked and noticed I’d caught his attention, his eyes turning to look straight into mine, I could melt by looking into his eyes alone if he’d let me.

“Why do you ask?” He asks with a certain tone of curiosity, a smile playing at his lips as he asks the question, his body turning toward me as he asks his question and I felt as though I was finally starting to get to know him.

“That day, on the ship, I could have sworn a bullet grazed my tummy,” I placed a hand to ghost over the spot where I believed a bullet had grazed me.

“But you appeared out of nowhere and all I could feel was warmth, where did you come from?” I asked him once more and could see he was contemplating his answer.

“Remember what you said earlier?” He asks as if switching the subject instead and I could feel a small ounce of frustration at him not having answered my question, but I had to admit this was better than my usual routine of being here by myself.

“What did I say earlier?” I asked as I wasn’t sure what he was alluding to, I had a slight inkling to repeat my question of where he was from but I didn’t want to upset him in any way.

“About trusting me.” He answers and I could feel my heart rate quicken at the thought of having his arm around me once more.

“Yes,” I answered as I stared into his eyes.

“Then trust me when I tell you I can’t tell you where I’m from.”

“Are you kidding me?” I scoff as I talked, turning away from him and crossing my arms, not quite content with his answer, I actually felt as though I wanted to leave, and I was seconds away from calling out to Kiri before I felt the softest of touches under my chin, bringing it back toward him and I could see the small pout on his adorable face.

“But I can tell you what I felt when I first saw you,”

I could only widen my eyes slightly as he said that, watching as a light purple tint covers his cheeks and I could feel as though my face had been showing something similar, but I couldn’t tell as I couldn’t see it at the moment.

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I had no idea how I’d ended up at this point in my life, but I could tell you my heart was beating erratically, it’s a funny thing to have when in the physical realm as I’d never had one before, but it reacted in many ways whenever I was near her. I had ended up scooting closer to her to watch her reaction of me explaining what it had felt like when I had first seen her and now I was centimeters away from her face, having stopped as a means to let her have an out if she didn’t feel the same, but surprised when I noticed her eyes travel down toward my lips and back up toward my eyes.

She didn’t even say anything as she leant forward and connected her lips to mine, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks very gently, eyes having been closed from the moment she leaned in and I could feel mine start to droop closed as well, feeling the passion she had added into the kiss before feeling her lips missing from mine too soon.

“I’m sorry,” She is quick to back up to give me space I didn’t ask for and I’m quick to grasp her hand gently, feeling her stop as she looks back up toward me and back down again, she must have been embarrassed.

I didn’t waste any time in picking her up by her waist and settling her onto my lap and leaning down to capture her lips with mine, wanting to never stop kissing her, her lips were smooth and soft to the touch, her body was small but warm, and her entire being had been screaming that she wanted this, so I gave in to one of these worldly pleasures and kissed her, feeling her arms wrap themselves around my neck for security.

I could feel a heat starting to pool in my stomach as we continue our kiss, her head moving toward one direction as mine moves toward the opposite, my tongue instinctively reaching between us to swipe against her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to taste her, but sliding it back into my mouth until hearing her muffled giggle, I only pull back to see what she had been laughing at to see her covering her mouth as she giggles once more.

“What is so funny?” I asked in a teasing tone with a smile plastered on my mouth before feeling her hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer to her once more, our lips meeting in the middle. I could feel her tongue stick out to swipe against my bottom lip and I smile into the kiss as I opened my mouth slightly for her to slide her way in, our tongues meeting in the middle and caress against each other in a sensual dance. The heat that had been pooling in my stomach had started spreading toward my chest and thighs and I was starting to crumble, but I didn’t want to rush her if she hadn’t been ready, especially here.

I couldn’t keep my patience as my mouth had detached from hers, my immediate instinct was to mark her all over as my mouth kissed against her cheek, leading down to kiss her neck and toward her shoulder, hearing her breath hitch as I’d kissed alongside her neck and going back to the sensitive area, letting my tongue lick alongside her skin and hearing a broken moan. My mind blocking out anything else at that moment but the need to hear her make that sound again.

I’d attempted to suckle on the skin where her neck met her shoulder only to have my fangs get in the way, scraping her skin up as another moan was heard, her hips having bucked on my thigh and a frenzy starting in my body. But I knew I had to keep myself calm and I forced myself away from her in an efforts to calm myself down from taking her here and now.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” She admits and finds it in herself to finally look me in the eyes, her smile spreading and her blunt teeth showing, she looked absolutely radiant.

Our moment had been cut short as she gasps and scrambles off my lap as quickly as she can, the splashing finally catching up to my ears as I move them to listen better, hearing Spider coming up above the water and yelling how he’d won. I turn to see his hand was touching the magnetic rock we were sitting on as Kiri catches up, coming up above water and smiling lightly at him.

“You won because I let you win, skxawng.” She laughs as she speaks and he takes this as his opportunity to splash her, her head turning away from the water before repeating the action.

“Do you still want to ride with me when we head back?” I ask my tawtute and see her smiling widely while nodding, and I could feel my own smile returning onto my lips.

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I couldn’t bring myself to focus during our communal dinner and even ate very little, Neytiri had noticed and asked if I had been alright, to which I had told her that our trip to the cove must have tuckered me out. She had even asked me if I would like her to walk me back but I declined, hoping I could get some alone time before the entire family came back, only stating I was just tired and needed some rest, she seemed hesitant but let me go either way and here I lied on my hammock, curtains drawn to maintain what little decency I had left.

I could only focus on the pleasure I was starting to bring myself while slowly caressing my pebbled nipples with each hand, attempting to stay quiet in case anyone were to walk into our marui, thumbs running alongside the hardened peaks.

As my left hand continued playing with my left nipple, my right hand trails down my belly, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake as I dip my hand below the tewng I had been too lazy to take off, passing the mound of flesh before finally dipping past my lips and gathering the moisture that had built, bringing it to swirl around my clit, a gasp leaving my lips as my hips automatically bucked.

I so desperately wished these had been Rotxo’s hands on my body instead of my own, but I had to make due with what I had, skillfully swirling my finger around the hardened bud and allowing a moan to flow past my lips, my thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple on instinct. I ram two of my own fingers into my cunt and thrust them in harshly, a loud grunt coming past my throat as I attempt to continue to stay quiet while pleasuring myself in my space. Bringing the same fingers back out to rub against my clit, dipping them back inside and repeating this process as I could feel my orgasm growing.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as I shove my fingers in for the upteenth time, my hips bucking automatically and I could feel my orgasm starting, ripping them out of my cunt and furiously rubbing against my clit, reaching my left hand over to pinch my right nipple and tousling my head back, feeling as my body writhes and twitches against my fingers as my orgasm takes over.

Tiredly I grasp my entire hand to collect as much of my cum as I can, bringing my entire hand back up toward my mouth and sucking my fingers individually, eating my juices and moaning as they made my tastebuds dance. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would have to do this, but I knew I wanted Rotxo badly, the way he’d pulled away from that kiss had me thinking I was doing a terrible job, until he planted his lips along my neck and sent a jolt of electricity right through my pussy.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it even after having been here for a few hours, but no matter how many times I had attempted to sneak off, I was needed for chores, the marui had occupants, or I was being called elsewhere to do other things.

But now that I had finally been able to clear my mind of such perverse thoughts I had realized now that I couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep, I think its best for me to try to escape now while I could, especially since I could leave my curtains drawn and make it seem like I was sleeping and I could actually go to the beach for some wind down.

I take a second glance over to make sure everything is appropriately positioned before sneaking out of the marui, making sure to not run into my family on the way and taking a scenic route toward the beach on the opposite side of the wooded area. Usually this area was least likely patrolled and a great place to come to think.

I settled myself with my back against one of the palm tree’s and take in the ocean breeze, the night air growing cooler as I relax and listen to the sounds the waves had been making, breathing in the scenery before me and smiling to myself.

“What are you doing up this late?”

I nearly jump out of my skin as I hear a voice speaking to me, my actual reaction included my body nearly jumping three feet above the sand, my head snapping quick to the sound of his voice and my heart beating erratically for two reasons, because I’d just been scared shitless, and because it was Rotxo standing near me.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you,” He is quick to apologize right as I place a hand on my chest in a poor attempt to calm my erratic heart beat.

“What are you doing up this late?” I ask him his own question as I lock eyes with him. He leans down to sit and I’m somewhat disappointed I don’t get to look at his butt but happy he’d decided to sit next to me.

“That depends on what kind of answer you want, the honest one or the one I told Ao’nung when I passed him by.”

“What did you tell Ao’nung?” I asked, clearly interested in what lie he must have told the native to get him to leave him alone, possibly a lie I might want to use on him in the future.

“That I needed to come out here to think,” He smiles softly and I find myself mimicking him, a smile now etched on my face.

“I like to come out here to think too.” I admit as I settle my back toward the tree once more and taking in the ocean water before me, the shores were glittering with a blue bioluminescent light, the water somehow glowing, this was my happy place.

“I can understand why, it looks beautiful here.” He states but when I look back at him I could tell he hadn’t moved his head and had been staring at me that entire time, I could only sneak my bottom lip between my teeth at his comment before looking away again.

“Why are you really here?” I asked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t shared his true intentions for being here, I turn my head to look at him and see he’s flustered.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about our kiss.” He admits and I suddenly feel my body warming up again.

“Want to do it again?” I asked and see his face turn towards mine, a confused look on his face before it falls to one of awe, I only smiled up at him.

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For the second time that day, I find his lips on mine, caught in a make-out session as his fangs are nipping at my bottom lip frequently. My mouth comes to open automatically by the fifth time his fangs catch and I feel as his tongue shoves itself in my mouth once more, rubbing along the top side of my own tongue, tasting me as I submit to him.

I have no idea when it was he’d decided to lift me into his lap, or maybe I’d unintentionally crawled there myself, but I could feel his length underneath my clothed cunt and the heat radiating off our bodies was driving me crazy, my arms had wrapped around his neck at some point to hold on and I didn’t want to let go.

I let out a loud moan as he detaches his lips from mine, coming to kiss my cheek with a gentle lightness, mouth trailing over toward my jawline, kissing down toward my pulse point and bringing his tongue to lick the sensitive flesh, his fangs lightly scratching around the area before he suckles, another moan ripping through me as I accidentally buck my hips against him and hearing him suck in a breath.

“You’re going to be my greatest weakness,” He mutters against my neck, taking a leap of faith and placing his hand on my breast, giving it an experimental squeeze, rolling his thumb across my already hardened bud through the fabric of my top.

“Rotxo~” I moaned again, my hips bucking against him once more, feeling him nipping at my collar bones before his hand goes to the back of my top where ot could be untied.

“May I?” He asks ever so sweetly and I couldn’t answer properly only grunting out my response as I nod my head, taking my own lips and placing it along his neck and giving sloppy kisses.

He hesitates before starting to untie my top, I assist my taking it off my arms and tossing it elsewhere, not really paying attention, or giving a damn, where it landed. Sitting back slightly in an attempts to capture his attention and see his reaction to the upper half of my body, unsure of what it is he’d seen before.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” He mutters before shifting me off his lap, I’m confused by his action until I feel his fingers lightly pushing on my chest to get me to lie back, I fall back onto the sand that had begun tickling my sensitive back as he hovers over top of my body.

Out of nowhere I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, he looks down before fixing his gaze back on me, his hand coming up to swipe some of my hair away from my face.

“Would you allow me to pleasure you?” He asks in a semi-formal way and I feel touched, biting my bottom lip and slowly nodding my head.

“I need words,” He stated rather sternly and I could feel the heat from between my legs multiplying at the change in tone.

“Yes-“ I breathe out almost immediately just in time to see him lean his head down and take one of my breasts into his mouth as he plays with the other one, thumb attentively flicking my nipple while his tongue repeats the same action on the other one.

He switches nipples and the cool air that hits the one that had previously been in his mouth makes me gasp. He doesn’t waste enough time as he plants a kiss in the valley of my breasts, following behind with several smaller kisses as he trails down my stomach.

“Rotxo!” I squeal as his lips kiss my hip, skipping over the edge of my tewng and picking up my thighs, placing gentle kisses on the inside, the smell of my slick surely capturing his attention but he’d been avoiding it well. His kisses getting dangerously close to where I wanted his mouth to be before he switches thighs, my exasperated grunt giving him an idea of how impatient I was getting.

“Yes?” He asks in a teasing manner and I feel my frustration growing as he continues to kiss my inner thigh, switching at the last second to return to the first thigh he’d sensually kisses to repeat the process.

“Please take my tewng off,” I whined, a silent prayer being sent into the void as I begged he would listen, surprised to feel the tips of his fingers where I tied my tewng together, untying the bow that held it together, I lifted my bottom off the sand instinctively, watching as he gently removes my tewng and sets it to the side, the bulge in his own tewng capturing my attention and my eyes widen at how big it looked.

“So impatient,” He chides before settling himself on his stomach, his gaze holding mine, I could feel nerves creeping their way up my body as I lied here naked before him, waiting for him to make a comment about my body.

“You’re gorgeous, tìyawn.” His statement makes me feel butterflies in my stomach, my breath hitching as I feel his thumb pressing against my lips, lightly parting them until his thumb caresses the little button he’d been looking for.

“Rotxo~” I moaned again as I feel him applying more pressure while slowly rubbing circles around it, I attempted to hold back my hips but was starting to find it hard to focus any, squeezing my eyes closed at that point and allowing myself to feel the pleasure taking over my body.

“Don’t hold back, I want to see how good I’m making you feel.” He stated and I could feel my eyes snap open right as my hips jerk under his touch.

“That’s it,” He eases me out of my uncomfortable state as I begin to relax under his touch, swirling his finger around faster than before, a loud groan leaving my throat as he changes his pace.

“You sound so pretty,” He manages as I feel him placing something against my entrance, my face lifts up but is quickly brought back down as the tip of his finger goes in, spreading my lips apart at the intrusion but the feeling welcomed as I clench down on it inna desperate attempt to keep him in.

“You’re so tight,” He nearly wheezes out as he sets an even pace, I could tell he’d only inserted one finger, but it felt like two of mine.

“Go faster,” I take a breath as he inserts his finger into me, making the ‘come here’ motion.

“Please,” I remember I need to be nice if I expected to get what I want, seeing him smile at my request and starting to go faster.

“I want to taste you,” He states as his thumb comes off my clit, a big whine leaving my lips as I attempt to buck upwards in a desperate attempt to feel him, feeling him slow his finger down as well.

“Yes, yes, I want that too!” I quickly get out and feel as the hand that he’d used to rub my clit comes to circle around my thigh, bringing me closer toward his body, his warm breath tickling my cunt as he exhales.

“Great mother, please!” I squeal as his mouth cones into contact with my cunt, his tongue swiping along my slit as his finger moves in me, I clench down on him as soon as his tongue circles my clit, seeing stars behind my vision.

“Rotxo~” I moaned aloud and feel as though I’m losing myself, his tongue delves down low to collect any of my juices he can, eating me like a starved man, my hips twitching with his ministrations, unable to stop my writhing body from bucking, my orgasm having rapidly approached, leaving me blindsided, pussy clenching down rhythmically on his fingers as a pornographic moan leaves my mouth, attempting to catch my breath as I feel him continuously lick against my weeping cunt.

“You taste so damned good, tìyawn.” He groans as his finger comes to a stop, slowly taking himself out of my cunt and groaning as he continues to stare between my legs, shocking me as his tongue comes out to lick the rest of my cum off my body.

“I hope that was good for you,” He sheepishly states as he shoves his finger into his mouth, shamelessly licking it clean. I could only use my elbows to prop myself up as I attempt to catch my breath, my legs feeling tingly and I knew if I tried getting up at this moment I’d risk falling back into the sand below me.

“That was amazing,” I pant out to answer his statement.

“We should probably get you back home,” He states as the wind picks up, the coolness between my legs making me slide them shut, a shiver ripping through my body.

“I want to please you too,” I stated as I slowly scrambled to sit on my knees, still not trusting my legs entirely for me to stand.

“You do not have to-“

“I want to.” I cut him off almost immediately, he seemed like a genuinely kind person, but it hadn’t hit me until this moment where he expected nothing in return for the pleasure he’d given me.

“Are you certain?” He asks as if he were hesitant about the situation himself, this surprised me as I had not expected him to react this way, but I knew I had to reassure him.

“I want you to feel exactly what I felt when your hands and mouth were on my body.” I stated as I reached out to grab the hands he’d been playing with, uncertainty tainting his eyes as he looks at me, still unsure, I crawled my way closer to him and reach a hand up to his cheek.

“If you are uncomfortable I won’t pressure you, but I would enjoy it if you’d allow me to please you as well.” I admitted and watch a small smile plant itself on his face.

“What if I’m not what you expect?” He asks and I can now understand his hesitation.

“I don’t care what you look like, Rotxo, you’ll be perfect regardless.” I reassure him and watch the blush overtake his face, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, I close my eyes to enjoy the kiss and feel his hands bringing my body closer to his, a familiar warmth filling me up again.

“How do I take this off?” I asked him as my hands come to the sides of his tewng, gently tugging at the band and looking up at his eyes.

“Heres the string,” He brings the string up to my hand and doesn’t meet my eyes until my hand caresses his cheek softly, causing him to make eye contact with me and I can see how nervous he is, my heart lurches at the sight before me, very slowly I tug the string of his tewng while maintaining eye contact.

The hand that I’d used to untie his tewng was moved over toward the waistband, slowly peeling it away from his body, eyes still meeting his. I grasp his chin with the hand that had been on his cheek and pull it closer toward me, our lips coming into contact before parting slowly and finally looking down and coming into view with his cock.

I’d had my fair share of seeing naked men on Max and Norm’s computers whenever I would look up porn to relieve myself of a particularly stressful day, but humans and Na’Vi were different.

He’d had a slit that had opened up to reveal his length, my hand slowly leans down to grasp it as I inspected it carefully, ensuring I wasn’t hurting him by limiting my motions. He was beyond thick, and long, not quite the size of my forearm but pretty damn close, I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face as I looked back up to him to see he’d been avoiding eye contact once more.

“You’re beautiful.” I stated as my hand slowly runs down what appears to be the head of his dick down the shaft and toward the base, the smallest of groans emitted from him sent a sense of pride to rush through me.

“You’re awfully sensitive, huh?” I asked as I bring my hand back up the shaft and toward his head, I’d taken into account he didn’t have any balls, but swelling that appeared around the base of his cock.

“Is this used to knot?” I asked as my hand glides back down his shaft and toward the swelling I’d seen.

“Yesss,” He hisses lightly as I squeeze on it and his hips are quick to rut forward into my hand.

I couldn’t encircle my entire hand around his thick cock but enough to grasp it with one hand and stroke it as I’d been doing. Taking my other hand and grasping his cock, bringing both hands back up toward the head and watching as his foreskin hides the tip until my hands come back down again.

“You feel so good in my hands, Rotxo,” I smiled as I run my hands along his shaft just a smidge faster, feeling it twitch in my hands as his hips lightly move to thrust his cock into my hands, a bead of precome dribbles down onto my lap.

“You’re driving me insane,” Rotxo groans out as be continues to lightly thrust himself into my hands, I could only hum positively before biting my lip and wondering how he would taste, looking from the tip of his head back toward where his eyes had been shut.

“Then I’m doing a good job at touching you,” I replied as I bring my mouth closer toward the head of his cock, bringing my mouth around the tip, eyes flying up toward his face as I watch his own eyes fly open, looking down at me and a long low moan passing through my ears, my own moan reverberating through my ears at the phenomenal taste of his precome dancing in my tongue.

I could hear him hiss at the pace I’d set as I continue looking up at him with the tip of his cock in my mouth, doe eyed to appear as innocent as I could, taking a second to swirl my tongue around the tip and coming off of it, smiling sweetly.

“You’re naughty,” His voice sounds hoarse, as if he’d been holding back.

“You can put your hand on my head, move me however you want,” I suggested and see his fangs poking out as he bites his lower lip. His hand slowly coming up to place it behind my head, I take that as my cue to place my mouth back on his cock, gently swirling my tongue around the slit to lick up more of his precome, humming at the taste and feeling his hand tighten his hold on the back of my head.

I pick up my pace and start going faster, hearing his groans and moans of pleasure as I continue pleasuring him, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth.

“I’m close, tìyawn,” He manages to pass those words through his already swollen lips, I pop myself off the tip of his cock and smile, eyes narrowing.

“Go ahead and cum,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear as I continue my ministrations watching as he struggles to hold himself back.

“Cum for me sevin’evan,” I watch his ears twitch at the name I’d used to call him and watch as his hips stutter, the hand behind my head goes stiff and I watch as thick ropes of his cum squirts out the head of his cock, coating my chest in his cum.

I don’t stop my movements on his cock so I could prolong his orgasm the same way he’d done for me, feeling the strong contractions as it twitches in my hands, each twitch providing a rope of his cum to escape, I could only stare in awe as it appeared to have some kind of light blue glow emanating from it.

I feel as his length softens and becomes smaller, quite like a normal humans cock post-orgasm, I’m saddened on having to let it go but slowly remove my hands from it and watch as his chest rises and falls as he attempts to catch his breath.

“You like being called a pretty boy, huh?” I asked with a smirk playing at my lips.

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i think i’m in love with you

in which Eddie believes that gay men can be friends with straight guys without there being any subtext to their relationship. duh he’s got a friendship like that! well, had. guess he was proven wrong.

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a/n: soooo i think i’m in love with you won in the votes, therefore i deliver to you the rest of the story! in my head this is the finished product, but in near future i could probably write shorts of some adventures they have and parts of their journey :) also i wanted to thank everyone who voted, hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

| 1869 words | modern!steddie | bestfriend!steddie |

Our lips move in a rushed manner, but it’s nothing too heated. It’s more like we’re too scared to go too far, as if we’d cross the invisible line that exists between friends. Many friendships have kept going after kissing in the spur of the moment, and I’m sure our will too. This is just to prove him wrong. He can’t be in love with me and that’s what I’m showing him. Except, his hands let go of my face and take a trail down my neck, chest and to my hips, grabbing them with need. He pulls my body even closer to his, an involuntary moan escapes me and causes Steve to stop. I open my eyes slowly. His hair’s disheveled, lips spread, panting, and his eyes are focused on my face. I see nothing else but the warm brown oh his eyes, they’re sparkling in the darkness of my room. Our close proximity makes my heart flutter, as the smell of coffee and vanilla hovers in between us.

I open my mouth to speak when the sound of the main door opening breaks the silence. Gareth.

“Fuck.” I can feel my head spin as the realisation dawns upon me. I’m standing in my room with my best friend, chest to chest, breathing heavily, with a hard on. This is not a normal best friend behaviour. And I know Gareth will give me a handful if he catches us like this. I quickly grab Steve’s hand, taking him to my bed. I push him to sit down, and he looks up at me, blinking really fast, confusion written out on his face.

“Eddie, this is a bit-“ I cut him off with a finger on his lips.

“Gareth’s back,” I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Now lay down, pretend you’re asleep and stay quiet. I’ll think of something.”

I straighten up, ready to walk away, but Steve grabs my hand. I send him a look that screams please just do it and that gets him to let go.

I leave the room, hearing Steve sigh and the shuffle on the bed as I close the door behind me. I let a tired sigh escape me and lean on the door. I feel someone’s eyes on me and look up to see Gareth staring me up, arms crossed.

“What’s up man.” His voice snarky.

“Fucks sake, Gareth. You a fucking rogue or something.” My comparison made him scoff.

“God you’re such a nerd.” These words make me want to throw an uno reverse card in his face but I stop myself, seeing the way his eyes stay on me, scanning my face. He always does that whenever he suspects I brought someone home. It’s our house rule; one night stands are not allowed. Gareth and Jonathan witnessed all of my ‘partners’ walks of shame and one day they said they had enough, too uncomfortable with the looks each one of the guys gave them. “Do you have anything to say?” he continues.

“About what?”

“Don’t play dumb Munson. You know our rule.” The annoyance in Gareth’s voice is quite intimidating. His usual grumpy demeanour is something I’m used to, because I know he’s not actually angry or upset. But right now is different. Gareth’s fed up.

“I do. And I’m not playing dumb. It’s just Steve.” I rub the back of my neck, awkward saying his name after what happened in my room. “He had a rough time with his dad. He’s napping in my room.”

Gareth sighs. “Eddie.” His tone shifted, worry filling his eyes. “Listen, I think we should have this conversation.”

“What conversation?” I take a tentative step back, conscious of the fact that Steve is not actually asleep in my bed. Plus the walls are quite thin, and who fucking knows what Gareth wants to talk about.

“You need to stop this whole Steve thing.” The words shock me, so unexpected but yet I kind of saw them coming. As if that makes sense.

“What do you mean? What thing?” I chuckle uncomfortably.

“The longing stares. The constant name mentions in any conversation we’re having. Your smiles when he messages you.”

I interrupt him before he goes any further. “We’re just friends. Best friends. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be in love with my guy best friend. That’s so stereotypical, I hate that kinda thing. It’s so stupid.” This time I crossed my arms, taking on a defensive stance and tone apparently. Gareth’s forehead is all wrinkly from how much he’s squinting his eyes.

“I never said anything about love,” he points out. And that shuts me up. I let my arms drop to my sides. Eyes wide, staring through Gareth’s head at nothing in particular. Shit. Fuck.

A loud thud erupts from my room, and a whine follows right after.

“Looks like princess’ awake.” Gareth walks off to the kitchen, hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

I sigh, take a deep breath and face the door. My hand reluctantly pulls the handle and the door opens to reveal Steve sitting the floor by the bed, arms on his knees, head down.

“Steve-“ Before I can finish, he stops me with his hand up.

“Eds, I’m gonna go now. There is a lot for you to think about. To be honest, I need to think a bit too. I- I’ll call you…” He stands up, and quickly pats my shoulder as he walks past me. The door shuts, I let a breath out that I didn’t even know I was holding. It’s going to be a long night.

A week has passed, no message or call from Steve came through on my phone. The third day after our talk I began to think that maybe the signal was fucked, but even when I went to town, I got nothing. The temptation to go and see him was overwhelmingly strong. At one point I even found myself walking down the road where his house is, but I stopped my stalker behaviour and went back home. He promised he’ll call, and I respect his boundaries.

This whole situation is so new for us. Ever since the day we were born, we never went through more than couple days without talking to each other; either through text, call or face to face, we have always talked at least once, twice a week. And I’m starting to feel the withdrawal. When I’m out, I think that every guy with slightly longer voluminous brown hair, an outfit straight from the 80s and a sporty build is Steve. I’m beginning to crave his company and saying I’m confused is an understatement. Gareth’s words have been running through my mind; longing stares, name mentions, my smiles. I hate to admit it but this literally sounds like something a high school teenager would do when they get a crush. Never in my dreams would I think that at the age of twenty would I act smitten. And it does feel weird to realise that, but God does it feel weirder to not act this way. I’m so used to being like that with Steve, it feels like my life is upside down now that I’m not stealing glances at his handsome face when he’s not looking my way. Or ‘accidentally’ looking at his ass when he’s walking up the stairs before me. Or playing with his hair when he’s asleep during our movie nights.

That’s when it hits me.

I get off my bed, grab my keys from the bedside table and dash out the door. I run past Gareth and Jon, grabbing my helmet and storm out the apartment. Their startled voices die down as the main door slams shut behind me. The rain’s heavy, making it harder to see anything in the darkness of the night, but it doesn’t stop me from making my way to my bike. The engine starts smoothly so I put the helmet on and ride off towards Steve’s house.

I manage to get there in ten minutes, which is awfully quick, especially when it’s pouring it down. I get off, completely soaked and leave my helmet on the bike. I run up the set of stairs to the front porch of Harrington’s house. It’s like im in a trance, each step is automatic and my fist hits the door as soon as I stop in front of it. Footsteps from within the house get louder and the door opens, revealing Steve Harrington himself. His hair is ruffled, each strand facing different direction. His eyes are slightly droopy, a clear pillow line imprinted on his cheek. He yawns and seems to finally realise I’m standing at the door as his eyebrows shoot up, eyes widen and his lips part, words stuck in his throat.

“I’m not in love with you,” I say quickly before he gets a chance to compose himself.

“What?”

“I’m not in love with you. I do love you Steve, but I’m not in love.” My breath hitches, so I close my eyes and inhale, trying to calm my heart. Steve’s just standing there, staring right into my eyes, waiting. “There is a part of my brain that you somehow occupy. Everyday I think about you. Your smile. Your cluelessness about everything I like. But also your willingness to learn. You always try to enjoy what I enjoy, but if you don’t you’re honest about it. And you’re so kind, and so hot. Like trust me I’m super attracted to you. Have been for a long time now. I’m pretty sure you were my gay awakening. Or maybe that was Brokeback Mountain. Well you definitely had your part in it.” Steve stops my waffling, shaking his head.

“I,” he pauses. “I don’t get it. Don’t get you.” His voice is shaking, and he puts his hand through his hair, bringing back the Steve hair everyone knows.

“I love you with all my heart. But a part of me doesn’t allow me to be in love with you. Doesn’t allow me to hurt you.” I sigh and Steve looks down at his mismatched basketball socks. “But…” His head shoots up, facing me once again, his eyes are sparkling like they were that night in my room. “I want to try. I need to try. For you. And for us.” I smile.

Steve comes out and wraps his arms around my neck, hiding his face in the crook of it. Wet drops fall on my skin and his body is shaking slightly. His heartbeat is faster, mine quickening up to match his pace. I return the hug, my hair dripping on him, his clothes slowly get wetter. But we don’t mind. We’re engrossed in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

“The past week was hard.” His voice rings in my ear, the warmth of his breath on my neck.

“Excruciating.” I add, leaning my chin on the top of his head. “It’ll be even harder from now on.”

“You know me.” Steve looks up to meet my gaze. Our heights are similar, but he’s slightly scrunched up against me. A smirk on his pretty lips. “I love a challenge.”

#steddie #steddie au #they’ll be happy officer 🫡#i’m so happy with how this turned out #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #steve x eddie #fanfiction #fanfic #modern!steddie #bestfriend!steddie

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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Since I work in an ER now, and these issues come up frequently, I’m here to give you all some tips on how to make your ER visit easier for you and everyone else

(This is partly meant to be funny and partly meant to get some venting out, but I do have some things that I think are genuinely good information, so hopefully everyone who reads this gets something out of it)

1. Do not bring a bunch of people with you to the ER. Not only can we not let everyone in, but it’s just annoying to have a bunch of other people taking up room in the waiting area. My hospital has certain rules about how many people can come in and stay with you in the ER at one time, partly due to Covid, and partly due to the fact that our rooms are small and nurses/doctors need to get in and out of there often. Unless you’re literally about to die, most times we can only let in two people at once, and even that’s usually only reserved for underage patients who’s parents want to be with them. In many cases we only allow one visitor back at a time, and then if your other visitors want to see you we have to make you switch out back and forth. So having like two people with you is fine, but you absolutely do not need your entire family/friend list to come see you

2. If you are waiting to visit a patient, please be quiet and respectful in the waiting area. No one wants to hear you being loud talking to your friends/family, or playing videos on your phone, or what have you. Everyone in the waiting room is there because someone they care about is sick/hurt in the ER. No one is having a good time. Just be nice.

3. Some hospitals still require patients/guests to wear masks inside the building, which means the employees have to ask you to put on a mask. I promise we’re not doing it to annoy you, and we hate asking you even more because we know some people get really upset and aggressive about not wanting to wear one. Just put one on. You can take it off when you’re in the ER room, we mostly just want you to wear it when walking around halls and such, since hospitals can have all kinds of things floating around that could make you sick (regardless of how much we clean, which we do after every patient, that’s just how hospitals are since we deal with sick people every day in small quarters).

4. We cannot give out any patient information over the phone!! This is a huge HIPAA violation, and we need to be super careful about patient privacy. Often the most we can do is tell you if a person is currently in our facility, and we can only do that after you give us their full name. If you need to reach someone or ask them questions about their care you should always try to contact them personally first.

5. Similarly, we cannot give out medical advice over the phone. If you call to ask about what to do because x happened to you, we will simply tell you that if you feel it’s severe enough then you should come in. We can’t advise how to treat, we can’t tell you what we think you should do, nothing.

6. Listen, we can’t say anything to you about this, but as some friendly advice: stop coming to the ER for non-emergency situations. You should try everything possible that you can at home before coming to an ER. For example, if you have sinus pressure and you’re not sure if it’s an infection, or allergies, or a cold, you should probably try some allergy pills or cold medicine first. Did you test positive for Covid and now you feel sick? Unfortunately that’s what happens when you have Covid, stay hydrated and rest and stay home, because we can’t do anything for you. Stomach hurts? You might be constipated, try taking some stool softener and a laxative because that’s what we’ll do for you in the ER, except you’ll have a huge bill attached for it. I’m not saying this to be mean or rude or belittle anyone. Just saying to please remember that hospitals have limited space and cost a lot of money. If you’re coming in because you stubbed your toe you could be taking a space from someone who really needs it, and even with insurance you may still have to meet a deductible or pay copays.

7. All of the above being said, if something is seriously wrong then absolutely come to the ER. Are you having chest pains that you’ve never had before? Come in. Does your abdomen feel like someone shot you? Come in. Were you in a vehicle accident? Come in, even if you don’t think the accident was that serious. It’s better to be safe than sorry, and if you need us then we are here to help you.

8. An ER is not a replacement for regular medical care with a standard provider. Trust me, I know not everyone can afford to regularly go to see a doctor and get preventative treatment. But in some cases there really isn’t anything we can do to help. If you’ve had a long term problem that requires continuing care, then we can’t do much aside from treat immediate symptoms. If you need ongoing medications we aren’t able to prescribe them for you for as long as you might need. We’ll do everything we can for you while you’re here, but sometimes our scope of assistance is limited.

9. We will have to ask you questions, some of which may be uncomfortable for you to answer. We’re not trying to embarrass you, simply trying to get as much info as possible to help you properly. No one is judging you when you come in here. Personally, I always try to keep my tone light when having to ask a sensitive question, and I know a lot of the nurses do the same, but sometimes tone doesn’t come across well. Just answer honestly and it’ll be over soon. (This also goes for illegal activity, such as taking drugs; we’re not going to report you or anything, we just need to know because if we need to give you something it could negatively interact with whatever you took and harm you)

10. Don’t be coming to visit people in the hospital (meaning people who are inpatients and may be on the regular hospital floor for a while) past 10pm. Some hospitals have rules about when people can visit, but mine doesn’t really seem to care. But just because we don’t have rules in place for visiting hours doesn’t mean we want you around super late with patients. Not only can it bother other patients on the floor who are trying to rest, but as the clerk it’s my job to take you down to the floor and let you in, and that prevents me from watching my station in case someone needs to check in. Also I have chronic pain, it’s hard for me to walk around, I do not want to take your ass down to the floor for you to visit someone at fuckin 2am (that’s just me venting though)

11. If you are going to visit someone, and you have seen that I, the clerk, have to leave my station and walk you to the floor and let you in with my badge, DO NOT KEEP LEAVING AND COMING BACK EVERY TEN MINUTES. In fact, don’t leave and come back more than like one time, period. If you leave once to get food for yourself/the patient, or need to get some stuff for the patient from their house, or whatever, that’s fine and we understand. But if your ass is walking out two or three times an hour and I gotta keep letting you in, it’s fucking annoying. Be respectful to the employees, I have more things to do than just walk you around the hospital.

12. I get asked this a lot, so I figure it’s good to mention here in case anyone needs the clarification. There is a difference between Urgent Care and Emergency Room. In the UC you’ll typically have less wait time than in an ER, and usually your bill will be much lower. However, a UC also has limited abilities of what they can do for you versus an ER. Small things like X-rays, labs, splints, etc. can be done in the UC. But for more serious things, like severe bone breaks, sharp chest/abdominal pains, and certain types of lacerations you need to come to an ER because we have more resources to treat those things, like CT and MRI machines, EKG readers, etc. You can always try a UC before an ER to see what your next course of action should be.

13. Almost all hospitals have a case worker to help you with social services. Are you suicidal? Do you want to get into rehab or addiction counseling? Our case workers can help you with those things! They can often help set up appointments for you with therapists and rehab centers, and there are even times where they can help you get rides home, or get to a safe area if you’re in danger. Never be afraid to ask for a case manager, they are there specifically to help you

14. Most hospitals also have financial advisors who can help with medical bills. Our hospital specifically has someone who can help you apply for financial aid, or assist in applying for state insurance and backdating it to cover your recent appointment. These financial advisors can also help you get your bill lowered and/or set up payment plans. Medical bills can be scary, but they don’t have to be! Always ask for financial help if you need it.

15. Last one (at least for now), this is just something I get angry about: STOP CALLING AMBULANCES BECAUSE YOU SEE SOMEONE ASLEEP ON A BENCH OR THE GRASS OR WHATEVER. Homeless people exist. They can’t always find a safe, comfortable place to sleep, so they may just plunk down in a park on the grass for a while, or try to stretch out on a bench. Sometimes people get drunk and just pass out somewhere. They don’t need to be embarrassed by having ambulances and police called on them just for sleeping. If the person is breathing and you don’t see any blood anywhere then they’re probably fine. And yes, they can refuse treatment from the ambulance, but it’s still jarring and embarrassing for them, and then they have to find somewhere else to rest (if that’s what they’re doing).

Sorry this was so long, a lot of this was just me being annoyed, but like I said I think some of this is genuinely helpful info and I hope it gave y’all some insight into the ER world

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cureforlumi · 15 days

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🍨 ˚₊‧ ⁺˖ sept 7 , 2024 || 2nd entry

honestly this is just a rant.. i wrote this yesterday, but i wanted to get it out anyways. why not?

I'm writing this in class because i’m worried about forgetting everything, but i'm just mad today.

The teachers say i cant do this, and i cant do that. I understand enforcing rules to make sure students arent distracted from work, but this is a bit much.

I mean like, come on. You’re telling me that tiktok is allowed but pinterest isn’t?

And this, i can live without it. Like yeah, i’ll need pinterest if im in art, but google is a thing, i can search stuff up there.

Might not be the most inspiring, but i can live with it.

But i cant even have my headphones during work periods??? What the hell !!!!!!

I dont see a problem if im not even doing it during class. Like it’s a work period, im trying to get in the zone so i can do my fucking work.

Do you at the schoolboard want me to fail or succeed?

You’re all idiots!!! Im just trying to get my stuff done, but even doing a quick doodle is off limits.

GEE. thanks schoolboard for VERY CLEARLY informing my teachers about my needs as a struggling student. You’re doing GREAT at your job.

I dont know, maybe im too upset and blinded by my crippling screen addiction. But even so, if it helps me finish my work and get my shit done, i dont see a fucking problem.

I hate the schoolboard even more this year. I understood at phones and social media, but they lost me at literally every other rule they decided to make WITHOUT telling everyone.

Thats another thing though, they only emailed the parents about phones and not ANYTHING else. You guys are STUPID. If you’re gonna email about a new rule, email about ALL the new rules.

Because i came to school expecting it to be just like last year, except without a phone. Instead i got sensory nightmare and co.

I dont even know what im saying at this point. Im just mad. Fix your shit, stop being so strict about trivial things. Taking the phones away was enough, no one was mad about that at all.

At this point i just want answers. Im gonna email the school board to give them to me, i dont care!! Im an angry teen on the internet, i do whatever the fuck i want

#diary #rant

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another-dr-another · 2 months

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i mean, hatano has every reason to hate it, but {Tsurugi’s Autopsy} counters {hasn’t done anything to help?} bc tsu has helped, and his autopsy gave us a cause of death corroborated by otori. hatano is allowed her grief and anger, but she has to understand this. -iris

Maeda, narrating - Mhm…

Maeda - If Hatano truly believes he did that because he wanted to dissect someone, then that’s… not good.

Maeda - I get her being shocked, and hurt… but it’s weird that she really believes that.

~*~

Maeda - But, Hatano-

Maeda - Tsurugi did help.

Maeda - Are you really just going to throw out every argument everyone has, on the basis of…

Maeda - …I mean, what is the reasoning here?

Maeda - Why are you pushing everyone away? We’re all here for you, Hatano… it’s okay if you don’t feel well, no one’s upset-

Maeda - But we can’t help you when you won’t let us… won’t you just tell us what you’re thinking?

Hatano - Stop it!

Hatano - Stop trying to make this about me! It isn’t!

Hatano - The only thing that matters here is that everyone is being weird! I’m the only one who isn’t too caught up in other things to be caring about Iranami!

Hatano - You’re trying to brush past things and move on from her! And you’re all lying and ignoring things to do it!

Hatano - What’s your claim? What do you think happened last night?

Maeda - …

Maeda - Last night, Ōtori poisoned the coffee, then left the dining hall with Higa.

Maeda - Kobashikawa and Uehara left a few minutes after, leaving the dining hall doors open, because Iranami was likely still in there.

Maeda - They went back to Tsurugi’s dorm, closing and locking the door. We… don’t have any evidence that anyone left the dorm unsupervised, after that.

Maeda - See, if you phrase it that way, it’s fine…

Maeda - After that…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Uh…

Maeda - …Honestly, I’m not confident that I know what happened next.

Maeda - But, we know that at some point, she… started to bleed. From her eyes, ears, nose, and in a way that caused a bunch of blood to be in her head.

Maeda - No one has any explanation for how that happened, so it was likely it was Monokuma.

Maeda - …Is there anything else it could have been?

Hatano - …

Maeda - …

//She’s looking straight at Maeda- she doesn’t look away, even when she starts to cry again.

Maki - …

Taira - …

Hatano - I-

Hatano - I kno-w I’m not… smart. I don’t-t… understa-and how that… happened to her.

Hatano - I’m-mm not… gonna come up wii-ith some way that- one of you could have don-ne that. That’s not… something I know about?

Hatano - But, I know that- that you’re ignoring evidence.

Maeda - …?

Hatano - I-If it rea-lly was just Iranami, then…

Hatano - Then- how did-d the door close?

Maeda - …

Maeda - Th… That’s-

Maki - …Would that have been what you heard last night, Maeda?

Maeda - I-I mean…

Maeda - If it was, then that means…

Taira - In that case, it would seem that Hatano is correct- someone else was involved.

Kobashikawa - …Would that be murder, if the door was closed on her?

Uehara - What does the door being closed have to do with anything?

Maki - I think it’s- it’s pretty important to what rule she violated-

Hatano - And what rule was that?!

Hatano - None of you actually- actually say anything!

//No one says anything.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - …Hatano…

Tsurugi - If- If I try to recap what happened for you… would that be okay?

Hatano - No!

Hatano - Be-Becau-use- that’s what Mae-da just did!

Hatano - It doesn’t make sense! It’s useless! No one’s actually explaining it, I don’t get it!

Hatano - You all act like you’re on the same page, but no one says anything-

Hatano - Except for you, and you’re not- you aren’t fair!

Maeda - …

Maeda - She really is upset with Tsurugi…

Maeda - …Hatano doesn’t have to forgive him, if she’s mad- but… he might be the only one who knows what happened.

Taira - …

Maeda - Wait…

Maeda - …I don’t think that’s true- from people’s reactions, isn’t there some other people who might be understanding what happened?

Maeda - Hm…

Maeda - I think… that Kobashikawa’s trying not to think about it- well…

Maeda - More, it seems like this has taken too much out of him, and his brain won’t let him expend the effort…

Maeda - …

Maeda - ………

Maeda - …?

Maeda - …Uh-

Maeda - I don’t really understand what Tomori or Uehara are thinking right now…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Maki knows, though. I think, at least…

Maeda - So… why isn’t she saying anything?

Maeda - …

//He looks over to Maki- she’s looking at Hatano.

~“This is the first time he’s seen her with so much regret.”~

Maeda - …

Maeda - There’s no hope for your relationship with Hatano.

Maki - …

Maeda - …

Maki - …Hatano…

//Maeda smiles, only briefly.

Maki - Are you sure you don’t… have any clue what happened to Iranami?

Hatano - …Wh-...

Hatano - What do you mean?

Maki - …

Maki - There’s only so many rules that are actually things we can break. A lot of them are just guidelines, explaining how things operate.

Maki - …

Maki - If you look at them, it should become fairly obvious which rule Iranami violated.

Hatano - …

Hatano - …No…

Maki - …What do you mean “no”?

Hatano - I-

Hatano - …None of them make sense. Iranami couldn’t have broken any of those rules.

Maeda - …Hm…

Uehara - What rules are on the table again?

Ōtori - …

//Ōtori still has his handbook up.

Ōtori - Rule #1 refers to leaving campus, and presumably, attempts at such. Rule #3 refers to sleeping “during class”, prohibiting falling asleep anywhere other than within a dorm room.

Ōtori - Rule #4 prohibits attempts at entering areas which are “off-limits”, and Rule #5 discusses attempts at destroying school property, specifying what is and isn’t okay.

Ōtori - Mm… Rule #6, no damage to any equipment explicitly for the killing game- Monokuma’s speakers, the security cameras, or the guns. Rule #9, no skipping the trial, and Rule #15, no leaving your podium without asking Monokuma.

Hatano - …

Maki - …Well. We can assume the death happened as soon as the rule was violated- there was nothing nearby for her to destroy, and she couldn’t have been trying to leave.

Maki - No trials to skip, no podiums to leave, nowhere off-limits to go.

Maki - …

Maki - Do you remember what that leaves?

Hatano - …

//She sniffs.

Hatano - Sh-… She had her head down because she was trying to sleep.

Maki - …Seems like it.

Hatano - But…

Hatano - That- that doesn’t make any sense.

Hatano - Last that any of you heard from her, she was in the dining hall!

Hatano - Either Kobashikawa is lying about leaving the door open, or something else happened last night!

Kobashikawa - …

//…He isn’t contributing- defending himself, or admitting anything. If Maeda were to guess, he’d say that Kobashikawa just… doesn’t know what his stance on anything is.

Maeda - …

Maeda - …Fuck. I don’t really see a way to solve this.

Maeda - It’s true- honestly, the best explanation is that Kobashikawa closed the door out of habit-

Maeda - …Autopilot, huh?...

Maeda - Uh, but-

Maeda - Truly. Rule Three is the only one it seems like Iranami could have broken, and there just… isn’t reason for her to do it.

Maeda - …Is it hopeless?

Taira - …

Tomori - …

Maki - …

Hatano - …I told you. No one has an answer. Because I’m right, and it’s bullshit.

Maeda - …

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Hatano.

Tsurugi - I’m going to explain what happened.

Tsurugi - If anything doesn’t make sense, stop me, and we’ll discuss it.

Tsurugi - I know what happened last night, as much as anyone can without watching that footage, or asking Iranami.

Tsurugi - They’re both impossible, so…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Honestly, I won’t ask anything of you. React as you want… but I’m going to explain it.

Maeda - …How is he…?

//Tsurugi is standing straight, shoulders squared, and face drawn.

Hatano - …

Hatano - The doors?

Tsurugi - …My weakest point, to be honest.

Tsurugi - So- only up from here, right?

Tomori - …

Tsurugi - …Really not the time, huh…

Tsurugi - Anyways. I think the doors are something we need to chalk up to Monokuma.

Tsurugi - You can easily argue that that’s too much intervention on its part, but…

Tsurugi - I can see it just as easily arguing that we shouldn’t have propped the doors open, and if everyone was asleep, it was within its merit to shut them.

Tsurugi - Is anything really too far for it?

Tsurugi - It was a violation of privacy to show Inori our motive videos, but it did it, so it could bait her into murder.

Tsurugi - I also think we have some disagreements with being kidnapped! I don’t think that’s very fair!

Tsurugi - Monokuma can act like an unbiased judge, but Monokuma is a robot which serves as delegate for whoever’s making the choices that keep this game running.

Tsurugi - …Again- it’s time to start suspending some disbelief.

Tsurugi - So, if we accept for a second, that somehow, the door got shut- through innocent error, or a malicious attempt to make things worse…

Tsurugi - It makes other things fit in a bit more.

Tsurugi - Ōtori, do you remember what Iranami did in the dining hall?

Ōtori - …Uhm…

Ōtori - …

//He glances to Kobashikawa for a second- he was the one in the dining hall more often, after all.

Kobashikawa - …

//Nothing.

Ōtori - …Sorry- I… really don’t.

Tsurugi - …Mhm.

Tsurugi - Nothing around her- no food, no drinks, no interest in the kitchen, right?

Ōtori - …Right?

Tsurugi - So, what did she go to the dining hall for, then?

Tomori - …

Tomori - Maybe… she didn’t want to sleep at the sleepover… maybe she planned to go to her own room, but felt bad saying it?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, softly - Tomori…

Tomori - I-

//Her voice… cracks.

Tomori - Yeah. I know.

Tsurugi - …

//He nods.

Tsurugi - We need to look at why Iranami made her choices, and that starts at the sleepover- why did she decide to leave?

Tsurugi - She didn’t show any interest in getting anything, and remained after everyone else… so there was clearly something she wanted to be alone for.

Tsurugi - That gives us a few different options- but don’t worry. I’ll explain them all away.

Tsurugi - First option is that she was made to stay, against her will. This implies someone closing the door on her, which would explain why she never returned-

Tsurugi - But, that theory doesn’t have too much weight. It doesn’t answer the question of why she stayed after everyone else, or why she left in the first place.

Tsurugi - The person who started the excursion, Uehara, is also the only one who has a alibi that’s gone unpressed-

Tsurugi - He was never alone in the dining hall, always busy with something else, and there’s nothing to imply he did anything but make the tea.

Tsurugi - That leaves Higa, Ōtori, and Kobashikawa- none of whom knew about the event beforehand, with Ōtori being the only one who was able to do something while in the dining hall-

Tsurugi - And we’ve already confirmed that his murder attempt didn’t actually kill anyone.

Tsurugi - So, it isn’t really reasonable to say there was any outside interference in Iranami’s actions- at least, not on the end of any participants.

Tsurugi - I do believe Monokuma may have closed the door prior to Iranami’s death, but ultimately, my verdict is this-

Tsurugi - It has to have been Monokuma, but it doesn’t matter when it closed the doors. I’d like to know… but, I’m also a bit scared. One answer is a lot more comforting than the other-

Tsurugi - …If… anything can be comforting here.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - You really have to let yourself find comfort here. It’s not gonna happen if you don’t go looking for it… and things are a bit nicer if you do let it happen.

Tsurugi - ! But, a dependency on answers is… way worse.

Tsurugi - Sorry. I don’t like this. Anyways.

Maeda - …

//Earlier, Tsurugi’s perfect posture was comforting- strength and stability, in a time when everyone needed it. Maeda… starts to question if that’s really what that means.

Hatano - …

//…Maeda isn’t so sure he likes the look in Tsurugi’s eyes. He doesn’t think he likes the way it makes him feel. The fact he doesn’t like it is what really makes him nervous.

Tsurugi - So, we need a motivator for Iranami to be by herself. We aren’t concerned with how she got stuck in the dining hall, because that happened after the fact- and doesn’t impact her motivations.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - The most obvious answer is one of the quickest to rule out.

Tsurugi - If someone wants to be by themselves, and doesn’t explain why… they could be trying to set up a murder.

Tsurugi - But, that doesn’t align with anything we saw. First off- preparing to commit murder definitely isn’t against the rules.

Tsurugi - You could argue she did something to violate the rules while trying to prepare the murder- touched something she shouldn’t have, or broke something…

Tsurugi - But there’s our second point- if we can assume the rule violation deaths to be instantaneous, then there’s nothing to imply that whatsoever.

Tsurugi - I mean, you can’t even argue that we just missed some evidence- the evidence would’ve been near Iranami.

Tsurugi - Honestly, this makes it pretty undeniable that the rule that was violated was the one about sleeping.

Tsurugi - Nothing nearby that was broken, and no theoretical escape routes… she definitely wasn’t close enough to the sealed-off door to argue that…

Tsurugi - Even her position makes sense… she was sitting down, comfortably enough to drift to sleep, then the muscle spasms caused her to jerk out of place, and that, with the pressure, shifted her head.

Tsurugi - It’d explain why she was sitting at a table, right?

Maki - …Ohhh my god…

Tsurugi - …Yeah.

Kobashikawa - …?

Tsurugi - …The fact Iranami was sitting at the table implies, like…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - …Mm…

//He isn’t looking at anyone, really- how you stare at people’s heads when you’re too afraid to make eye contact…

Maeda - The illusion of a presence, but no true confrontation.

Tsurugi - …Well. It implies that she sat down at a table, and she got comfortable enough to be able to fall asleep.

Maeda - …

Hatano - …

Tomori - …

Tomori - …Uuuuuuuw…

Maeda - !?

//Tomori starts to softly cry. But- soft doesn’t mean gentle, here. It means it’s right in Maeda’s ears, like crinkling velvet. It’s from inside her chest, deep and sharp, painful in her throat.

Maki - …

//Maki snaps her fingers a few times- Tomori’s hidden her face away in her hands, but the audio cue is enough for her to stumble closer to Maki. It’s close enough for Maki to grab her, and pull her into a close hug.

Maeda - …Huh?

Maeda - I don’t… get it.

//…But, that’s denial, isn’t it? It would be if he were thinking about Hatano. If he wasn’t more concerned with Iranami than he was with Hatano.

Hatano - …

Hatano - But…

Hatano - That doesn’t make any sense…

Hatano - …

Tsurugi - I-...

//His voice is shaking.

Tsurugi - She-

Tsurugi - …Hatano-

Tsurugi - I just- I just think she- she got tired.

Maeda - …“Tired.”

Tsurugi - She was- Iranami-

//His breathing catches- his breaths start to stutter.

Tsurugi - God, howdidInotsee?-

Tsurugi - It was sooo-

Hatano - …

//Everything feels so slow. Everyone is moving so quickly.

Hatano - …Huh?

Hatano - …I don’t… get it.

Hatano - What… what do you mean… tired? That’s not… enough to fall asleep… she could have kept herself up.

Hatano - You’re being weird, Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - …

//He catches himself- composes himself, however briefly.

Tsurugi - I…

Tsurugi - Hatano, please- you Know what I Mean…

Hatano - …N… No?

Hatano - No… no, because-

Maeda - …Oh, no…

Hatano - J-Just the other night… in the… the rec room?

Hatano - …

Hatano - We-

Hatano - …

Hatano - I got sleepy, for… for a second-

Hatano - …

Hatano - …She stopped me from falling asleep. It-

Hatano - It was just the other night. The night before. She-

Hatano - …She remembered that rule.

Hatano - S… So… so she clearly…

Hatano - …

Hatano - She knew? What w… would haa-a-

//She gags on her words. On her tears. On her panic.

Tsurugi - …

Hatano - She knew- what would- she knew not to-

Hatano - …

Maeda - …

//Nausea starts to build, deep in Maeda’s stomach. He can’t feel his hands.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, tearing up - Hatano. I am so sorry.

Hatano - She-

Hatano, louder - She knew about that rule! You ca-an’t- say she was getting ready to fall asleep-

Maeda - Oh my god. Oh my God.

Hatano, firmly - Because she knew that that was a RULE.

Tsurugi - …

Hatano - …Hey.

//Again, there’s tears- obvious in her voice, if not in her eyes.

Maeda - OH MY GOD.

Hatano - HEY. TSURUGI.

Tsurugi - I’msosorry, I’msosorry, I’m so sorry-

Tsurugi - I am so sorry.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Multiple Choice!

{Iranami Wanted to Attempt Escape Alone}

{Iranami Wanted to Prepare a Murder}

{Iranami Wanted to Sleep Outside a Dorm}

#dra #yuki maeda #kiyoka maki #kizuna tomori #ayame hatano #kinji uehara #haruhiko kobashikawa #akane taira #teruya ōtori #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #deadly life 3 #deadly life #tw: suicide #tw: implied suicide

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thenexusofsouls · 4 months

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That fic sounds super awesome! I know you said it’s too long to be posted here, but I know a lot of authors who primarily write here split their fics into parts. If you wanted to go the AO3 route, maybe you could put a link to a document with all the external stuff and then have that in the notes of the fic? I’m not sure which would work better. The town sounds like it’s a super interesting muse, and it’d be cool to have various muses go through that situation, so I’d say go for it! :)

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{i am the caretaker of souls} So... I had accounts on both AO3 and Fanfiction.net, but I haven’t used them in so long, for all I know they’ve been deactivated for inactivity by now. Although I think my FF.net one is still active because I still get kudos for things on it. Or is that AO3 that gives kudos, haha, I don’t even remember. But anyhoo. Assuming I could activate those again, I could post the fanfic there. But here’s the thing. A lot of these site have rules again posting links, advertisements, outside things, etc. So I’m not sure I can attach any links on either of those sites and still be within their guidelines.

What I did was make a list of songs that are the “soundtrack,” and then inside the fanfic, I wrote things like “song for this chapter is #6″ or whatever. So that’s.... gonna be hard to do on a fanfiction site because you can’t post multiple files and link to them. All the songs are from Silent Hill games except for one that’s from Parasite Eve, but I usually use Y.ouT.ube as my go-to music thing because a lot of other platforms are too obnoxious for me to use. (I’m of the generation that could just download music and then load them all onto a little player and play any song I wanted anytime I wanted without having to make playlists or hear commercials or only be able to play a certain number of times without a subscription, all that stuff is just so annoying to me it’s not even funny.)

And then for the creature explanations, I did have some links to outside sources, but mostly what I did was write up my own explanation of what each creature symbolized in the game(s) it was in and then connect it to Nuada somehow, for those who wanted more behind the scenes understanding of what I was doing with the creatures. Because Silent Hill is very symbolic, nothing is random, there’s deeper meaning behind everything, heh. So I tried to recreate that in my fanfic as well. But again, a lot of fanfiction sites don’t allow you to link to outside sources or add supplemental files, so... I dunno I’d have to look at what I’m allowed on each site and see what I can do.

I am leaning towards maybe writing up the town of Silent Hill as a muse, even though I may not get a lot of interest in it. It’d still be fun to write it up, heh. But my first priority is finishing the fanfic because that’s already 95% done, so if I can just finish it, edit, and polish... it should be good to go. Thank you for your encouragement, though, and if you (or anyone else reading this) has any question about the fanfic or Silent Hill in general, feel free to ask!

Just a little disclaimer though: please be careful if you decide to watch the Silent Hill movies, particularly the first one. The games too, but for those looking to just kindof quickly get an overview, make sure you know what to expect from the first movie. It’s a great nutshell slice of the world of Silent Hill, but it contains... multitudes of triggers. Please take care if you watch it! If you want to know if your triggers are in it, feel free to ask and I can tell you. I want everyone to be safe and have fun, not to be seriously upset by anything. <3

#submission #{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ

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luveline · 3 years

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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

<3<3<3

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flightless-rising · 3 years

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Made a new Flight Rising iceberg and also wrote an explanation.. man, this took way longer than it should have.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy :D

Iceberg explanation

( If there are any mistakes please let me know and I’ll edit this asap. Also, English isn't my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical errors)

EDIT 28/06: Added some new info! Thanks to everyone who tagged and responded with new stuff to add, I really appreciate it!

The Sky

Naomi

Back in the day, whenever you bought or sold something on the auction house a message would show up in your inbox confirming the transaction. These messages were sent by one of the dragon couriers: Pearl, Spitfire or Edgar.

On January 2016, a strange glitch occurred that replaced the images and names of couriers with the ones of a female fae named “Naomi”.

It goes deeper than that, though: if you looked up her name in the user search menu, a clan would pop up with over 15 million dragons.

It was quickly discovered that all exalted dragons had somehow become part of her clan. Naomi herself apparently didn’t exist, and clicking on her page redirected to an error page. This was later fixed and the original Naomi page can be now visited.

What exactly caused this glitch is still a mystery and today Naomi is still a well-known piece of Flight Rising history.

Missing Tidelord

In the official lore, the deity of the water flight disappeared in early 2018, as described in the short story “Hear Today, Gone Tomorrow”.

In the follow up story (Mixed Elements) posted in April of the next year it is confirmed that the Tidelord is still missing, but alive. This coincides with the fact that the Tidelord account hasn’t made any forum posts aside from festival announcements.

Emperors

Emperors are a type of unobtainable dragon that are formed when several Imperial corpses are left in close proximity to each other, which then fuse forming a multi-headed chimera.

Emperors are described in the lore as having an animal-like behavior and destroying everything in sight. They are extremely difficult to kill, which is the reason why in-universe Imperials have such strange burial rites.

An emperor named Luminax is first described in the Raising a Family short story, and their sprite can be seen walking around on the world map.

The Surface

Old color wheel

Originally, there were only 67 available colors for dragons. On June 8th 2016, 110 more colors were added, meaning that currently there are a total of 177 colors available.

When making a custom progenitor dragon, it is only possible to choose among the 67 original colors because it would be otherwise unfair for those who made their account before the new colors were added.

Imperial breed scrolls

Imperial breed change scrolls are one of, if not the most, rare type of item on the site. They were given only to those who pledged 30 dollars or more on the original Flight Rising kickstarter.

At the time, this was the only way of obtaining an Imperial dragon, which meant that the breed as a whole was pretty valuable. Now that Imperials are abundant this is no longer the case, but First generation Imperials are still extremely sought and probably the most expensive type of dragon on the site.

There were also other items that were only given to Kickstarted backers, namely Skycats, Bonefiend, Golden Idol and Cogfrog familiars, and those are also pretty much impossible to obtain.

Baldwin breed change

When Baldwin was introduced in 2015 he was originally a Pearlcatcher. On September 14th of 2016 however his site art started to gradually change, until his transformation was completed five days later.

In-universe, Baldwin started to change after a lightning strike hit his cauldron during an experiment, which made him slowly mutate into the breed we now know as Bogsneaks.

Trans Fiona

When Fiona was added as a trading post dragon people speculated that she was trans, because the female pose for Skydancers only displays two antennae, while the male one has four.

Since Fiona has four antennae in her site art, many wondered whether it was an oversight or actually intended. Aequorin later confirmed in a forum thread that Fiona is indeed trans.

Boolean

Speaking of rare items, the Boolean familiar was only given to a handful of Flight rising beta testers and as such is extremely rare and valuable.

Plaguebringer coli team

On the Plaguebringer’s page she is listed as being part of a coliseum team.

As of now we have no clue as to why this is, and even more strangely she is the only deity that does this.

Boston & Hope

This story is a bit complicated. I’ve scoured the forums in search of info but it seems like there are still some pieces missing. I’ll try my best to explain anyway.

So, for a long while the Lightweaver was the only deity that had other dragons aside from herself in her lair: these dragons were a Spiral named Boston and a Tundra named Hope. Strangely, they were both Earth dragons and apparently have been there since the beginning (?). When asked why (this happened back when deities would interact on the forums) the Lightweaver responded that they were having a dinner party together.

In August 2014 during a pretty heated dominance battle between Shadow and Light Boston and Hope disappeared from the Lightweaver’s lair.

The Shadowbinder now had them, and both their elements were alsochanged to Shadow. The two deities acknowledged this and changed their broadcast messages accordingly.

If I had to guess this was some kind of inside joke that the admins had, although some people got angry that the Shadowbinder now had both Hope and Boston. Some time later(?) Boston was returned to the Lightweaver and for some reason his element was changed to wind.

I don’t have any more info on the matter but if some of you do I would appreciate it if you tell me.

Shallow Waters

Eyepocalypse

On June 8th 2018 eye type variants were introduced. This update was pretty controversial for a bunch of reasons, and the topic is still discussed today. The majority of people(?) seemed to be upset by the fact the “best” eye types (primarily goat, primal and multi-gaze) could only be displayed on dragons that were born with them, and the fact that every dragon born prior to the update couldn’t have these eye types at all displeased a lot of users.

Another problem was the fact that most of the non-special eye types (i.e the only ones that could be applied to already existing dragons using a vial of Scattersight) were not clearly visible on the grand majority of adult dragons.

A smaller(?) complaint was that two of the primal eye types, Shadow and Plague, were seen as kind of disturbing by some people.

Three years later staff attempted to fix this issue by adding Eye type vials for every available eye type. This resulted in a market crash for special eye typed dragons, as now these eye types could be applied to any dragon. The value of Scattersights also tanked, and the people bought them and hadn’t used them yet lost money as now they were infinitely less useful.

EDIT 28/06: Goat isn’t actually obtainable via breeding, faceted is. Bad mistake on my part.

Also, Scattersights were given away freely by Galore on Flight Rising’s fifth anniversary in 2018 and could not be bought afterwards. I admit that I thought people could be able to buy Scattersights due to how upset people were that the value went down, but whatever.

Courier Breed

The courier dragons (Edgar, Spitfire, and Pearl) are part of an exclusive dragon breed that is currently unobtainable. Even though their eye color still reflects the flight they were born in, in-universe they are considered to be “neutral” and they are granted free access to all domains. This raises the question as to which deity created them, as every other dragon breed (Bogsneaks being the only exception) has been created by one of The Eleven.

Multiaccounting

According to the site’s terms of service, no one is allowed to have more than one account. This is pretty standard for pet sites, as having multiple accounts grants unfair advantages and can mess up the site economy. This doesn’t completely stop people for having more than one account, and the practice as a whole is called “Multiaccounting” or “having multis”.

Some people only do this to have multiple clans or reboot their account without deleting their old one. They mostly do no harm but it is reasonable that the site wouldn’t allow this because of how easy it is exploit.

The real harm of multis comes from a practice called “funneling” which is when someone creates multiple accounts only for the purpose of giving items to their main account. This practice violates the game’s rules and can result in a ban. Funneling is not limited to multiaccounting though, and having an account only to feed another is against the site’s rules whether or not the account in question belongs to another person or not.

Some people fear of being banned for multiaccounting even if they haven’t done so, especially if they share a computer with other people.

Purble

“he purble” is probably among the most famous Flight Rising memes.

In 2016(?) a rant was submitted to the original Dramarising blog by a very angry user that wanted to buy an XXX Purple Ridgeback back when triples were pretty expensive, but got beat by someone else.

I’m not going to copy paste it here because in my opinion it’s one of the funniest Flight Rising related posts ever and I don’t want to spoil the experience of reading it for the first time. You can find it pretty easily by searching it up.

Tert Picking

This is something that refaced recently, even though I’ve seen people talking about this for a while. Some people vividly remember being able to pick their custom progenitor’s tertiary color, even though the developers have made it clear that such thing would be impossible. This is without a doubt just one of those weird situations where a lot of people somehow remember the same thing wrong.

Still, it’s fascinating just how many people claim to remember doing picking their tert.

Swiftwings

Swiftwings were a dragon breed that was scrapped in development. The design was rejected because it didn’t fit the 2 arms 2 legs 2 wings format that every dragon design had to follow before the introduction of ancient breeds.

The reason for this rule is that otherwise it would mess up apparel placement. Although the concept was scrapped, echoes of the design were scattered throughout the site: for example, the empty dragon slots that were present prior to 2019 had the silhouette of a Swiftwings dragon. They are also mentioned in the April Fool’s update of 2018.

“Real” Lore dragons

Most people don’t know that some of the dragons featured on the lore stories are actually real, and you can visit their pages. This is the case for Tetra, Cracklinne, Velya, Liefa, Garote and Mirth, which are currently chilling in Aequorin’s lair.

All of the other dragons in the developers’ lairs are not canon and are used to test bugs and features on the site.

The Middle ground

True deity names

When the site first started the deities used to have actual names instead of titles. Some of these names were based off of the site founders’s usernames on other sites.

The names are the following:

Amogayvhi - Gladekeeper Xhaztol - Arcanist Rhenik - Tidelord Akiri - Flamecaller Thrage - Stormcatcher Undel - Shadowbinder Jhortanas - Plaguebringer Ghurab - Windsinger Artaios - Earthshaker Rhiow – Lightweaver

As you can tell, Xhaztol, Akiri, Thrage and Undel are the usernames of some of the admins of the site, and the flight they are a part of corresponds with the previous name of their deity.

No leg coatls

On January 16, 2015 an iconic thread was posted in the flight rising discussion forum, which displayed a photoshopped image of a coatl with its legs removed. Quickly the thread devolved into a general photoshop thread were people took official site art of dragons and modified it.

The thread was eventually locked due to spam and quote pyramids, but spiritual successors of the original “phoatlshop” thread still exist today.

Dress slot unlocking

A thing that a surprising amount of people don’t know is the fact that when buy an additional apparel slot, the slot opens for every dragon in your lair and not just the one you bought it on.

This is something I also discovered very recently and it’s kind of funny that so many people that have been on the site for very long don’t know this.

Clanbound scatterscrolls

I think the wiki explains it best, so I’ll just copy paste this here:

“Tri-Color Scatterscrolls suffered from an issue where they would only scatter a random range from colors 1-47 (white through sunshine) rather than 1-67 (white through rose). They have been fixed and are now functioning correctly with a random range within the 67 color set. The affected timeframe was from August 15th, 2013 until September 22nd, 2013. The admins allowed users who were unsatisfied with their bugged Tri-Color Scatterscrolls to receive the same amount of them back in the form of Clanbound Scatterscrolls to try scattering their own dragons again with the full color range.”

Beta Mirrors

Ever wondered why they’re called Mirrors?

According to Undel, the main artist of Flight Rising, mirrors originally were supposed to have every part of their body “mirrored”, meaning they had two sets of eyes, two pairs of wings, two tails, and so on.

This design ended up being too cluttered and looked weird shrunken down. The name was kept the same, even though the only mirrored part of the design are the eyes.

Dragons are evil

If you read the “Beastclans on the rise” lore bit, the dragons come across as… very evil, stealing territory from the beastclans when they have been living on Sornieth way longer than the dragons have and killing them for loot.

Furthermore, in the Bounty of the Elements lore bit the Beastclan rebellion guided by Talona is seen by the dragons as unreasonable and wrong even when in canon Beastclans are framed as the innocent party.

The Depths

Scroll of Divorce

In the alpha stage dragons were supposed to be monogamous and could only breed with the dragon they were “paired” with. To break their bond you had to use an item called “Scroll of Divorce” which even featured broken marriage rings in the art.

If I had to guess, this item and the concept as a whole were scrapped because the idea of dragons having “weddings” and needing to divorce before breeding with another dragon felt kind of weird, especially in a game targeted towards teens.

First Festival

The first Holiday festival in Flight rising history was the 2013 Brightshine Jubilee. The items that were available for this festival only are incredibly rare, particularily the Light Sprite which is one of the most valuable items on the site. Apart from that and the fact that the skincent contest only had 6 winners, not much is notable about it.

Offsite drama

Flight Rising has had its fair share of drama both on and off site, but due to the fact that it’s against the site’s rule to discuss user drama on the forums most of the notable drama happened off site (mainly tumblr).

Egg rot

Egg rot was a very early mechanic that was pretty quickly removed from the site. If you forgot to incubate your eggs, they would “rot” and no longer hatch.

It’s the reason why in the nesting grounds the text reads “Eggs healthy” and also the reason why on the stats section of the Account settings it says “Eggs discarded”. The mechanic was removed because it heavily punished casual players and the frequent downtimes of the site meant that even if someone logged in every day they could still have their eggs die.

Also, the images of egg rot look extremely cursed.

Pablo

From what I could gather, Pablo is a dragon which became somewhat popular after user “Desmondtiny” wrote a very long and detailed backstory of them being the Arcanist’s lost boyfriend.

I’m pretty sure it gues deeper than that but I couldn’t find any further information. As usual, if you know something more let me know.

Latest News

On November 12, 2014, a glitch(?) occurred that let anyone post in the Announcements thread. Anything that was posted went directly to the front page, which resulted in quite a bit of chaos.

This was fixed only half an hour later, but the screenshots people have from that time are extremely funny.

Lameforger

On the 2014 Flameforger’s festival announcement Undel accidentally misspelled “Flameforger” as “Lameforger”, which prompted the official account of the Flamecaller to respond aggressively. Lameforger is still jokingly used by users, even after the typo was fixed.

Festival of one (1)

On the first day of the 2014 Greenskeeper Gathering a glitch occurred which switched the site banner for the Starfall celebration banner instead of the Greenskeeper one.

It didn’t end there, in the coliseum Magical shards dropped instead of Bladed Flatleaves, even though skin chests dropped as normal(?).

The weirdest thing about it all was Joxar’s Space inventory, which didn’t display any items at all and had glitched dialogue.

The event was nicknamed by the fanbase “Festival of 1” and even the deity’s official accounts acknowledged the incident.

Vape Juice

As far as I know the original forum thread as been lost, but the vape juice fiasco will always remain cemented in Flight Rising History.

A company called Vape Daugz was making vape juice with Flight Rising dragons plastered on their packaging, completely violating the site’s policy.

The company’s site still exists, and browsing through their products I found that the products that previously had Flight Rising dragons on them still exist, but now feature completely different packaging.

I have no idea whether they changed the packaging spontaneously or staff did something about it.

I think there’s a potentially interesting story buried down there, but we’ll likely never the truth behind the Flight Rising vape juice.

The Abyss

Humans

There’s been some speculation over the years as to whether or not humans are canon in the Flight Rising universe. Some people believe that the “Mages” of the second age in the official lore are actually humans, but we can’t be sure because they are depicted with long robes that cover their whole bodies.

The idea of humans existing in canon has spawned a couple of memes, most infamously Thomas.

Plague healers

Again, I think the wiki explains this one better:

“According to Aequorin, Plague healers are an interesting bunch because rather than administer treatments that counter illness, they use a mixture of magic and contagion that stress the affected dragon further, allowing them to reach a stronger, healed, and resistant state faster than other elements. Plague healers will treat physical injuries with sutures, bandages, and braces, but they won't clean the wounds or apply ointments."

Akitla

As described in the original thread, Akitla was a dragon that user “qunii” saw on the front page, but noticed that she wasn’t accompanied by the username of the person owning them.

After clicking on her, an error page loaded. It was discovered that putting her color combination or ID in the search bar would result in an error page. This was later fixed, and both Akitla and her mate were now displayed as being exalted to the Arcanist. T

here are some theories as to what happened to the Akitla’s user, some think that she belonged to a deleted account, others that it was the result of an incomplete account creation.

As with a lot of things on this iceberg, it will likely remain a mystery forever.

Arcane sprite book

“what is the arcane sprite reading??” is probably one of the oldest still active threads on the forums.

On September 25, 2013 user “Kaadashi” started a joke thread were they wondered what exactly is the arcane sprite reading, and playfully suggested that it could be erotic fanfiction. People went crazy of course, and started to wonder what kind of juicy secrets were hidden within the pages of that book.

I don’t want to say too much because I really don’t want to spoil the experience of reading through this very cursed tread.

Sunshine

Sunshine is one of the most… interesting lairs on the site, and certainly one of the most well-known.

They(?) have a lair (almost) completely full of triple basic sunshine dragons, most of which are Tundras. So far they have collected about 320 triple hundred Sunshine dragons, almost all of which are also named “Sunshine”. They’re not all the same, some of them have apparel, some of them are gened and some have unique art and descriptions.

They’re dedicated and I respect that.

EDIT 28/06: Apparently some people seem to think that the sunshine-dedicated lair is based on a meme concerning the announcement of the color wheel expansion, which became so discussed that the itself site broke. The two things are unrelated however, as the Sunshine lair has been around for much longer.

The announcement of the color wheel expansion was cryptic, with only a few post showing off differently colored coatls and then 3 pages of reserved posts, with no explanation whatsoever.

Simple Farmer

Another very famous thread is the “I am but a simple farmer” thread started by user “someKindOfGenius”. It’s not really about anything specific, it’s just a rather silly thread were people photoshop flight rising dragons onto various crops.

Still, this thread is iconic so I had to include it.

Dragon Deaths

Way back in 2014 former flight rising programmer Thrage revealed on a forum thread that way back before the beta, dragons could actually starve to death if left unfed.

Yep.

Obviously they had to remove this mechanic because it would have been extremely harsh to casual players and make people frustrated with the game.

Zalvador

User “manojalpa” became fairly well-known for the extremely dark lore they(?) had written for their Clan, it was so dark in fact that every single one of their dragon’s bios had to moved to their tumblr where they couldn’t be easily seen by the site’s mainly underage usebase.

Their lore centered around their progen dragon, a tundra named Zalvador, which behaved and had the same powers as a flight rising user: buying dragons off of the action house, having “breeding projects”, exalting dragons, etc.

These things seem pretty normal when done by a player, but when taking them as actual real things that happen in universe… yeah, it was way too morbid for the site.

The Pit

Black linen neck wraps

For some weird reason, the apparel piece “Black linen neck wrap” when put on a male pose Coatl wraps around the dragon’s throat instead of it’s neck. It’s kind of subtle and hard to see, but if you compare it with the female pose the difference is clear. This is probably just an art error, although it’s weird that it hasn’t been fixed yet, since linen wraps are a very old piece of apparel.

Another weird thing about linen wraps in general is that the wing wraps just sort of… go through the membrane? This is not possible. These dragons are in pain.

Icewarden ears

Another very remarkably popular thread is the Icewarden ears thread.

In 2014 user “Llanai” simply makes note of the fact that the Icewarden has teeny tiny ears.

As we have come to expect from these threads, it quickly devolved into nonsense.

Forbidden Snapper lore

Snappers used to have a way different lore section that was changed because it deemed too similar to the lore of another petsite.

This is what the original section read:

"Snapper dragons do not sleep, but exist in a constant state of reverie. They receive and catalogue all experiences and stories told within their dreams. This persistent state of awakened dreaming awards them the longest memory of any dragon species. They are living encyclopedias, and any dragon who is seeking difficult-to-obtain information will have the most luck unearthing it from a Snapper clan - provided they have the patience for it. If you want two dozen quick answers, talk to a spiral. If you want a fully developed answer, camp out around a Snapper. These dreamers move at their own pace, which varies from dragon to dragon. For some, the awakened dream can prove to be more interesting than their surroundings. This leads to a focus upon the dream, and the waking world as filtered background noise. Interacting with these sleepwalkers can be a trying and repetitive task. Other Snappers may be fairly lucid, with a focus upon their surroundings and the constant hum of the dream pushed aside."

Bee movie script

I’ve seen this story around the forums a few times but I’ve never been able to learn the details.

From what I’ve heard someone copy pasted the entire bee movie script into their clan bio in a drop down text format, which completely broke the page for anyone who visited it. This was fixed, apparently, although I have no clue as to who this user is.

EDIT 28/06: Zeus

Zeus is an XXX gold g1 permababy imperial that used to belong to user "happywing".

Their account is now locked because Zeus was created with the use of a duplication glitch on an imperial breed change scroll, which is obviously not allowed (although I've heard some people say that the dragon was hacked in altogether). Before the account was locked, people speculated that Zeus was the most valuable dragon on the site, because an XXX g1 imperial is impossibly rare.

Wegg shaming

On July 2017 user “Dreamnorn” made a thread were they(?) claimed to have a dream where everything was the same except people used the term “wegged” when two dragons would lay only one egg in a nest.

Ex. Aw man! I’ve been wegged again! = Aw man! I bred two dragons and they only had one egg!

The dream ended up being prophetic, as the term catched on and people started to use it unironically.

The practice of “Wegg shaming” I think refers to the trend of people posting pictures of the dragons that “wegged” them in order to “shame” them.

Plague nest skull

The site art of the plague nest features an unique dragon skull that doesn’t match with any currently existing dragon breed or creature: It appears to have two sets of eyes, like a mirror, but also long and curled horns.

It’s probably just for decoration and it likely doesn’t have any significance whatsoever, but personally I believe it would be pretty cool if when they eventually release plague ancient it at least somewhat resembled this skull.

EDIT 28/06: On second thought, the skull doesn’t seem to have two pairs of eyes, It just has the generic shape of a carnivore.

Rock bottom

CAPTAINPLANET

…this is CAPTAINPLANET. Somehow, user “Decres”' managed to overlay a Fae skin on top of a Tundra, creating this horrifyingly fascinating abomination.

I have no idea how she did this, and she seems pretty adamant to tell.

EDIT 28/06: People have pointed out that this skin overlay glitch was actually somewhat common (although I still haven't found another dragon like CAPTAINPLANET). What you had to do was breed change a dragon while attaching a skin to them in another tab.

This glitch has been patched and such thing is no longer possible.

Lair 46264

A cursed lair.

Dreams

I’ve seen a lot of people, both on forums and on Tumblr, sharing dreams they had about Flight Rising.

A lot of people dream of just being on the site, while occasionally weird things happen.

I’ve read of people who dreamed the distribution of a new breed, buying an exclusive item, a new Fiona feat or Swipp trade, or just browsing the forums.

The most common type of Flight rising-associated dream I’ve seen however is being caught multiaccounting and having their account banned.

I’m no psychoanalyst, but I think it’s pretty clear that these nightmares stem from the paranoia of being banned from their beloved petsite instead of showing any actual intention of doing the “crime” in question.

Anyways, I think it’s fascinating how so many people dream about this site, and it reminds me of the dreams people claimed to have about Mario 64 where completely new levels were added or a scary monster appeared.

Dragon Slime

Dragon Slime was an infamous thread which was supposed to be start off point for an ARG.

It was deleted because it was considered too “spammy” and also because ARGs are banned from the forums. The thread has been lost, unfortunately.

EDIT 28/06: Thanks to @randompurple-fr for providing screenshots of the dragon slime tutorial! You can find them here

Cucumber

Cucumber is the only dragon ever to have been exalted with a skin, which is something that should not be possible. This raises some questions as to what exactly did the person that exalted them do to achieve this, but we have no way of knowing who Cucumber belonged to.

EDIT 28/06: Actually, we do know who used to Cucumber belonged to! Its owner was Osiem: an official flight rising artist. I couldn’t find the thread where they(?) acknowledged the glitch though, if someone has it please let me know!

#flight rising #fr #flight rising meme #iceberg meme

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harrypotter-imaginess · 4 years

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A/N: I loved doing this one guys, and I hope you love it too. Might do a part 2 not sure yet, as always commissions are still open until 3/10 message if your interested- price list is here

- Okay this is the ship guys this is it-

- This is like Hades and Persephone type of love

- Everyone thinks that Regulus is someone to be feared because of his family, and everyone knows they dabble in the dark arts

- And everyone is so caught up in his family-

- In the estate, and those dark rumors, and their dark magic-

- That no one see’s Regulus is just a boy-

- A lonely boy with no real friends, not really

- It’s worse now that Sirius has been disowned

- He’s got people around him, boys who’s parents are aquatinted with his

- But they don’t really like him

- They just hang around because they want a flicker of his power

- Of that ancient dark magic everyone’s convinced he’s got

- Everyone except you that is

- You’re this beautiful, cheerful, precious thing

- He meets you when you’re lost, looking for the bathroom

- “Sorry to bother, but do you know if it’s down the hall?” You ask, he’s seen you a few times; in class, or around the corridors

- Playing gobstones with your ever growing group of friends

- He would be jealous if he wasn’t so surprised that you’re speaking to him at all, aren’t you a muggle born?

- Shouldn’t you be afraid of him?

- Just like everyone else?

- “It’s in the next hallway, that one is moaning Myrtle’s bathroom” he says quietly

- He watches you nod enthusiastically

- Looks like you’ll be on your way now, probably for the best, he wouldn’t want his parents to know -

- “Would you mind showing me?” You ask

- And it’s awfully pushy, but somehow Regulus can’t turn down that bright smile of yours

- You talk to him so easily, like you’re not afraid of him at all

- And it irritates him a little.

- Honestly, even the professors are a little afraid of him

- Everyone is

- So why aren’t you

- “Do you-“ he stops in the middle of the corridor, and you walk a few steps forward before realizing he’s not beside you anymore

- “Do you know who I am?”

- You must not, that’s the only explanation

- When you find out you’ll go as pale as the moon, and afterward you will regale the tale for your many friends, how you barley escaped the fearsome Regulus Black, right before he was about to curse you with his dark magic.

- But you only offer a quizzical expression and a smile

- “You’re Regulus Black”

- You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

- It only makes him upset, but he doesn’t know why

- In fact since the moment he met you there’s been this burning irritation lingering in the back of his mind, and he just can’t seem to pin point why

- But regardless of the reason, it seems to be boiling over right now, in an empty corridor in the middle of the night

- “Shouldn’t you be afraid? I could curse you right here if I wanted”

- But the smile on your face remains

- “Maybe, but you won’t” you muse

- He laughs

- “Why because you think I’m afraid getting expelled?”

- Honestly his parents would welcome him with a feast if he came home for attacking a muggle born

- It would be a sign he wasn’t going to become like Sirius after all

- Because that’s the worst thing a person could be according to his parents-

- A blood traitor

- But instead of quaking in your shoes you flash him a quizzical smile

- “Nah, I just don’t think you’re that kind of person” you shrug

- The words echo in his mind long after you’ve said them

- And though he’s looked at you before

- He’s only really looking at you now, the easy way your lips curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eye, the glow around you-

- Like you’re made of sunlight

- Like you breathe life into all things wherever you go

- Like an ancient witch he heard of , heralded as the goddess of spring

- Like Persephone

- Ah, so that’s it

- It’s not that he hates you

- It’s that he envies you

- Because seeing how natural it is to see you do good, makes him hope - it makes him yearn to be like that too

- To be more than an heir to his family’s dark legacy

- “I could be wrong though” you shrug, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve been right about something

- But still, you just don’t buy that the shy kid in front of you is some evil prodigy bent on destroying the world

- “No” Regulus’s voice cracks, and it’s soft, so soft you almost don’t hear it.

- But your turn to him, eyes jumping from one of the many paintings in the corridor to his pale face

- His eyes seem glossy as they look into yours, and it’s not just because of the light from the torches

- “No, I’m not that kind of person” he says with a bit more strength this time, and you grin

- And while you feel that there’s something important about the moment, you don’t realize the monumental significance this chance meeting holds for Regulus

- “Oh, we passed the washroom” he realizes after a moment, he was so caught up in talking to you he hadn’t realized

- “Ah, that’s okay I didn’t have to use the bathroom anyway” you say with a wave of your hand

- Huh?

- Noticing his expression you get a sheepish look on your face

- “Well I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while, but you’re always with people-“

- Yeah he’s sure his “friends” would give off an especially murderous aura if you ever tried to approach them

- “So when I saw an opportunity, I just took it” you admit with a slight laugh

- “I wanted to see what everyone was talking about when they mentioned the ‘Dark Prince’ “ there’s a teasing flint in your eye, and the nickname alone is enough to make him flush red

- “And what’s your assessment?” he manages to ask, a smile stretching across his face

- “Very underwhelming, I came expecting several hexes and a duel, and all I got was a cute boy with pretty eyes”

- This time he really does flush bright red, eyes trained on his shoes

- You laugh, you were mostly teasing

- But he is quite cute isn’t he?

- What’s everyone so scared of anyway? He’s like a shy kitten

- He watches you walk to a particular portrait, whispering a word before it swings open

- “Well see ya around Mr. Dark Prince” you say, sending a teasing wink his way

- Regulus is glowing red, even when he’s tucked in bed, in his common room hours after the meeting. the mere memory of the words you said send his heart racing again

- “They said I’m cute” he’ll recall with a goofy smile spreading across his face

- After that, things are brighter for Regulus

- You pull him into your group of friends, quite literally

- “I-I don’t think this is a good idea” he manages, catching the terrified glances of passerby’s as you tug him forward by his arm

- What a sight you must be, the literal personification of spring pulling the Dark Prince himself by the arm through the castle

- The aforementioned Dark Prince having a rosy tinge on his cheeks, which most of the other students misplace for Fury instead of what it actually is:

- Embarrassment with a healthy dash of attraction to aforementioned personification of spring

- “Nonsense, everyone’s dying to meet you Reg”

- When you use his nickname his flush darkens

- No ones ever called him that-

- No one except Sirius and Andromeda

- He likes the way it sounds coming from you

- And you’re right, your friends accept him into their fold immediately

- “You know any curses?” One of your friends asks, it’s in a jovial manner that anyone could tell they’re just teasing but Regulus flinches

- “No, not really” he admits, not any he’s good at anyway

- He did see his parents do something akin to a sacrifice when he was younger with an alter in the full moon, but he really wouldn’t know where to start with that

- “What about gobstones, you know the rules to that?”

- Regulus nods

- “Well lets play then!”

- Before he knows it, it’s like this was always his life

- Laughing with you in class, games of gobstones with your friends and trips to Hogsmeade on the weekend

- Regulus didn’t know that he was yearning for this

- How often had he wished for something like this,

- A place that feels like it’s full of sunshine, where everyone feels accepted, and no one has to feel sad

- This is the happiest Regulus has ever been

- But all dreams must come to an end

- The end of the semester comes around, and he has to go home for Christmas vacation

- You’re standing side by side on the train platform waiting for the train, your trunk lying next to you

- “You’re not taking anything back with you?” You ask

- Regulus shrugs

- “There’s no point, everything I need is at the manse”

- You’ve always been a bit curious about what the Black manor is like

- Probably something grand, large library’s, they probably have one of those record players with the gold horn thing

- And a ballroom

- It probably makes Hogwarts look like a pile of dirt

- But the way Regulus’ face darkens when you ask him about it tells you that- yes they probably do have a ballroom, but there’s other things too, things that are far less pleasant

- And when he starts talking about his home life, how it’s worse - lonelier- Now that Sirius is at the Potter’s all the time, and there’s no one around to stand between him and his parents

- He notices your heartbroken expression and rushes to comfort you

- “It’s not so bad, Mum’s got her tender moments every so often and-“

- “Regulus” you cut in, and the sound of his whole name leaving your mouth makes him stutter to a stop

- “You’re supposed to feel safe and loved all the time not just sometimes”

- It’s such a basic thing, but when Regulus hears this, he feels like he’s being allowed something

- He feels, for the first time, he’s allowed to be safe and happy

- He’s allowed to be good

- “Why don’t you come home with me for Christmas? It’s probably not as grand as you’re used to-“

- You fidget awkwardly, maybe it’s silly, the prince, Regulus Black, himself sitting on your worn sofa, holding yarn while one of your family member’s knits

- You can picture it though

- You can picture a big smile across his face, indulging the younger children in your extended family in their requests for piggyback rides and for him to participate in their games

- “I want to,” he says, really the fact that you’re offering is enough, more than he could ask for

- “But I can’t”

- And it’s the truth, after Sirius, he can’t make any mistakes, his family won’t stand for it

- He especially doesn’t want to think what would happen to you if they found out he had been spending all of his time with you, a muggle born

- He doesn’t want to think what curses they might inflict you with

- He doesn’t want you to ever be hurt because of him

- “You’ll write to me?” You say it with the fervor of a demand, and it makes a smile curl onto his mouth

- “Everyday” he promises

- And things are exactly as they always were at 12 Grimmauld Place, his mother is distant, only livening up when one of the other ladies shows up for tea

- His father is squirreled away in council meetings

- His cousins are no fun, not really, and Andromeda’s not around anymore since she ran off with Ted

- He likes Ted, though he would never admit it to his family

- Ted is a lot like you, someone with an infinite amount of kindness

- He wonders how they’re doing

- He wonders how Sirius is doing

- He’s probably happy, he always looked happy when he was with his friends

- And so- with a picture of you discreetly kept on his desk, he writes three sets of letters

- The first is for you, to assure you he’s fine, and live vicariously through your spring, through your lovely Christmas moments and imagine himself there too.

- The second for Andromeda, to ask if she’s doing alright, and to tell her he misses her

- And the last, is for Sirius

- Asking how he is, and hoping he’s well.

- And to say that he understands what Sirius was saying all those years, in their childhood and then into adolescence, Regulus understands now-

- And he wants to be good too

#harry potter #regulus black imagine #regulus x y/n #regulus black headcanon #regulus black x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon #marauder headcanons #marauder imagine

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Punishment (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: smut- degradation, teasing, female receiving oral, fingering. Swearing

Summary/request: hi! just wondering if you could do a dom!hermoine that’s like full of bdsm, her teasing and degrading you, the thought of it makes me scream😁thank you !

If you want to request here are my request guidelines

In your relationship everyone assumes you’re the dominant one, while that is true in many ways it’s not true in the bedroom. When it comes to Hermione you can’t control but be submissive. You’d do anything she asks and never dare to disobey her with one exception you like to tease her.

It had been a long day of classes and Hermione was mentally drained, there was one aching problem between her legs that would not go away all day and she knew it was because of you. You liked wearing your skirt short on windy days, it was a challenge between you and the weather.

Today was windy so you brought out your short skirt, you were on your way to herbology class outside, at the time you were talking to Dean Thomas while Hermione was with Harry and Ron a bit further back from you.

A gust of wind blew your skirt up everyone behind you could see your thong, including Hermione. You didn’t think much of it, it was just to tease Hermione a bit but she wasn’t happy. Not only did it add to the problem between her legs but she knew the boys would go back to their dorms that night and think of you.

People were very aware of you being lesbian but Hermione knew it didn’t stop them from crushing on you. You were bent over looking at a plant and Hermione quickly stood up against your behind covering you. “Oh hey baby” you smile and turn to her, kissing her. “Ah! Miss Y/l/n, please not in class time” Professor Sprout says “Sorry Professor.”

She brings her lips to your ear and whispers “Do you know how much you’re in for when we get back to our dorm?” you bite your lip, her words make you instantly wet. “Oh please Mione, let’s ditch” “No, you want to tease me, I’ll be sure to tease you.”

You practically ran to your dorm after school, Hermione was already there, on the bed waiting for you. “Strip now” she says. You did as she says until you stood there naked. “On the bed” Hermione sits on top of your waist and kisses your lips. “You’re such a slut, you’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” “Yes, anything you want” she chuckles “Because you’re a slut for me” “I’m yours, your slut, everything is yours” “Thats right.”

“Turn around I want to see your pretty ass that you’ve been showing off all day” you turn around on all fours. Hermione grabs your ass then slaps it, you bite your lip. “Are you going to be a good girl?” She asks “Yes”

The biggest tease Hermione can do is stay fully clothed, she knows how desperate you are to see her body but she always delays it to tease you. Her body instantly turns you on, seeing her bra is even a reward.

She sucks on your nipple and bites on it stimulating your breasts “Oh fuck” you moan “such a needy baby aren’t you?” “Mmhm please more” “If you weren’t so much of a whore showing off your body that’s for my eyes only to everyone you might be lucky but you’re getting punished today baby girl” you whine out in discomfort “Don’t whine” she snaps.

You lay your head back on the pillow as she stimulates your nipples. Her mouth sucks on one of your nipples while she punches and flicks the other with her hands. “You want me to finger you?” You nod “Use your words” “Yes please” “Sit on my lap, spread your legs like a good girl.” You sit on her lap and spread your legs letting the cold air hit your exposed pussy.

“You’re not allowed to moan or I’ll punish you, understood?” “Yes” “Good” her fingers slowly move in and out of your hole, you fight the urge to make a sound. She moves faster hitting the exact spot you like you bite your lip hard and grind against her hand. “You wanna moan don’t you?” You couldn’t find words to say without letting a moan slip, she chuckles “You are so desperate you can’t even talk.”

You find as she goes faster you feel the urge to cum “Gonna cum” you manage to say without moaning, you bite your lip again and your cheeks flush red. She takes her fingers out of your pussy and suck the fingers that were in your pussy. You felt terrible, you were so close, you know how she’s teasing you tonight, she’s going to edge you all night.

She sees your face “Aww are you upset?” She chuckles “Yes” “Does my slut wanna undress me?” Your eyes light up “Yes please” “Go ahead, you know the rules though.” You undressed her knowing you wouldn’t be able to touch her.

You undressed her down to her underwear, you unclasped her bra letting her breasts spill out, you struggled to not grab them. Her boobs are your favourite to grab even if you’re in public.

You take off her soaked underwear until she is naked too. “May I touch you?” You attempted at asking “Not yet, lay down I’m going to eat you out” usually you’d be happy but she’s just going to edge you.

She grabs out her handcuffs and cuffs your arms to the headboard and each leg to the end of the bed. “That way you won’t be tempted to touch or move around” she started by flicking your clit with her tongue. You just had to lay there and not move while she ate you out with everything she could.

The way her tongue and mouth moved around your pussy was heaven, she knew your pussy so well she knew what you liked. You so badly wanted to move but every time you did you were restricted by the cuffs. Hermione could tell by your breathing you were close so she stopped.

“Please, I’m sorry for teasing you today, please let me cum” “Patience” she says grabbing the key to uncuff you. Once you were let free and throbbing terribly between your legs she let you touch her breasts. “Nothing else just my boobs, okay?” “Thank you” you leave a couple hickeys on her breasts before sucking on her nipple and pinching her other erect nipple.

She moaned as you pleasured her “Fuck, you’re such a good girl” she instinctively rubbed your pussy while you sucked on her breasts. She throws her head back while you suck. “Stop, lay down again” she says, you lay down and she spreads your legs, she moved her legs so her pussy can sink down on yours.

She moves her pussy against yours the friction causing immense pleasure. You were both moaning and kissing each other. Hermione moved faster as you both were close “You can cum, baby girl” as soon as she allowed you, you were ready to cum. You finished first and she finished not too long after.

“Fuck” Hermione moans laying down beside you “Don’t ever tease me like that again, I can’t take it” she says “Sorry, I get a bit carried away” “That ass is mine, that pussy is also mine” “It’s all yours.”

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

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In The Wrong Bed?

Maribat: Daminette, Robinette, Damibug, Robibug

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[Author’s Note: In this story when the morning comes, it comes everywhere despite time zone]

Part 4

Going to China to bring her partner back to Paris had become a habit over the past three days, so when the American boys let her go to the bathroom, Marinette went straight there.

Of course, Chat Noir could have returned home by himself using the Astro Cat formula, since Plagg was with him, but his journey would have taken longer, and they still had to pretend to be normal teenagers and get to school by the beginning of their classes…

Marinette had been deep in thought throughout the lessons, thinking about the worried, but dreamy expression on Chat Noir’s face when she met him this morning. Alya also tweeted relentlessly about how great it was to wake up with Nino, and that she didn’t even have to let him in for this, but only quietly let him out of her house in the morning.

It seemed that everyone – except her – got a lot of pleasure from this unusual akuma, which she couldn’t find for yet another day.

‘It’s not entirely true that you don’t enjoy waking up in the arms of this green-eyed boy whose T-shirt smells so good,’ – her inner voice protested.

Marinette rolled her eyes in response and sighed: it’s hard to be dishonest with yourself about something like this! Plus she was still tired from an almost sleepless night of trying not to wake up in someone else’s bed.

Marinette caught herself on the fact that in just three days this bed no longer seemed so alien to her... But this was just a game of her subconscious, control over which was weakened due to lack of sleep!

And yet, whenever she closed her eyes to take a nap on her desk, Marinette was hugged by the warm sensation of his skin on hers, the comfort of his embrace, and the feel of his pleasant masculine scent…

Wrapped in these memories, Marinette didn’t even get upset when Alya told her that Adrien seemed to have a girlfriend, that was leaving somewhere soon and he was worried about the possibility of not seeing her – or something like that.

Because in contrast to the aggressive behavior of its owner, Damian’s scent inspired confidence and security, and the thought that Marinette stole it along with his T-shirt was giving her the same emotions…

Almost sleepless night didn’t pass without a trace for Damian, too.

He was very tired after the duty in his room while he tried to find out how this Marinette girl was making her way in there.

She was obviously hiding something, – she managed to evaporate even from a windowless bathroom today, – so she obviously had a way to move around in space. So of course she used it to get into his room too!

The question was, how? And why?..

Damian remembered her skin against his and a pleasant shiver ran through his body.

He sighed and plopped down on the bed completely exhausted.

Tonight he had to participate in a long fight with some criminals, which he and Nightwing got into while on patrol...

So Damian couldn’t find the strength to take a shower or even take off his uniform and thumped on the bed just the way he came from patrol.

Bruce wouldn’t have allowed this, of course, but, fortunately, he was still not at home, and when else to break taboos, if not in the absence of your father?!

But this time, Damian almost regretted not following Batman’s rules…

“Damian?” He heard a surprised voice through his sleep and abruptly sat up in bed. “Why are you wearing this weird costume?” The girl continued. “Is this some sort of cosplay?”

Damian turned to face Marinette that was looking at him curiously, sitting on the bed next to him.

He suddenly turned his attention to the sensations in his body and realized that he was still wearing Robin’s uniform.

“I’m not…” He frantically thought about how to convince her that there was another guy instead of him in his bed, in which she woke up for the fourth time… “I’m not Damian.” He said finally, failing to find adequate arguments.

Marinette smirked.

“Right.” She said, “You sleep in his bed, have the same voice and hair, but you definitely are not him.” She teased.

“Shit…” Damian grumbled under his breath. “Ok, maybe it’s me, but if you tell anyone you saw me in this,” – He gestured to the uniform, – “You’re dead!”

“Wow,” Marinette said, rolling her eyes. “You know how to make a girl feel she’s important to you.” She commented in a sarcastic tone.

“I don’t…” Damian started.

“And I’m not impressed by your threats by the way.” Marinette interrupted. “I don’t care what type of PJ you prefer…”

“It’s not a…” He started, but then his eyes fell on what she was wearing. “Hey, that’s mine!” Damian exclaimed, pointing at the green T-shirt the girl was wearing. “Why are you sleeping in my T-shirt?!” He demanded.

“I… I like the way it smells…” Marinette blushed a little, but looked at him sternly. “It’s mine now!”

“You…” Damian was stunned both by the fact that she slept in his T-shirt, and that she admitted liking his scent, – so all the menacing speech that she had no right to take his things, that Damian had prepared, somehow disappeared from his head.

The thought that she chose to sleep in his T-shirt willingly, and not put it on just because she couldn’t find anything else, struck his mind, and not only his mind…

Damian felt heat spreading through his body and was horrified to realize how much the sight of this girl on his bed wearing his T-shirt turned him on. Not to mention that it was morning and…

“I just want to find that akuma and forget that you ever happened to me!” Marinette exclaimed in an offended voice as she climbed off Damian’s bed. “I have my own bed, you know!”

Damian was glad that in her emotions she didn’t notice the effect her words had on him, and continued to sit on the bed, not trying to stop the girl, so as not to betray his condition...

Marinette slipped out of his room and slammed the door shut.

The boy leaned back against the pillow and took a deep breath.

This girl was starting to worry him too much. And this worry no longer was about her somehow sneaking into his bed…

Now his worry was that one day he might wake up and not find her around him anymore...

Marinette closed the closet door behind her and sighed.

“We gotta find that akuma,” She said anxiously. “It can’t go on like that. Tikki, spots...”

“Marinette?” A familiar voice interrupted her.

Marinette whirled around to face the closet.

“Adrien?!!” She exclaimed, forgetting that she must be quiet so as not to give out her secret location to the residents of this house. “What are you doing here?!”

But Adrien was staring at her as if she had 3 heads instead of one, and the next second Marinette understood why.

“Tikki?” Adrien said in a quiet disbelieving voice.

Marinette turned back in horror to face Tikki, who flew out of her hiding place in the girl’s hair as soon as they entered the room and was floating in the air next to her.

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realisticjojoxreader · 3 years

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For writing requests: Hugging the Crusaders!!!!!!!! 😳🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this was very fun to write lol these guys suck

stardust crusaders x reader (?), part 3 obviously, 1.4k

JOSEPH:

You ask for a hug and he obliges instantly, starved for affection since his grandson will barely speak to him. His arms are warm around you, stronger than they should be at his age, and he holds you tight, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It feels like you’re the center of his universe.

Taking a deep breath, you wrinkle your nose. What is that smell...? Is that his aftershave? It’s like dust, almost, mixed with wet paper. Where on earth did he get something like that? Why does he use it? It stinks.

The hug is so comfortable, though, and you feel so loved, that you can ignore the weird old man smell. His shirt is scratchy against your skin.

After a long moment, he releases you, hands brushing gently through your hair. Then, something snags, tugging on your hair. Hard. Like, really hard. It actually really fucking hurts. You recoil instinctively, which just pulls your hair even harder, making your scalp burn.

“Oh no!!” screams Joseph, so loudly that you flinch, which just tugs your hair yet again, and you yelp. “Oh shit!! My prosthetic hand is caught in your hair!!”

“Why aren’t you wearing your glove?!”

He hisses apologetically. “I, uh, took it off when I went to the loo.” Oh my god, ew. What the fuck, dude? For a long moment, he stands there trying to undo what he's done, wiggling his fingers in your hair completely ineffectually. “I don’t think we can untangle this ourselves," he says eventually, taking the L. "Let’s go get my grandson.” He turns toward where the others are all standing and takes a slow but confident step forward.

Then Joseph, graceful as ever, trips over absolutely nothing and falls like a sack of bricks. You thoughtlessly brace yourself with your Stand to make sure he doesn’t drag you down, too, forgetting that his hand is very much still stuck in your hair. He falls and takes a hand-sized chunk of your hair with him, leaving you partially bald and sobbing from the pain.

You collapse to the ground, screaming, and the others rush over, finally noticing that something’s happening over here.

“Oops,” says Joseph, holding up a fistful of your hair.

“Nice haircut, idiot,” says Jotaro, looking at you with a tiny smile on his face, like today is Christmas and your partial baldness is his gift from Santa. God, fuck the entire Joestar bloodline. You hope DIO kills them all. They'd absolutely have it coming, though you'd miss Holly.

The only reason you don't abandon them is a promise from Joseph that he'll cover all your expenses until you're back home.

ABDUL:

You ask for a hug and he squints, for second, as if unsure you meant it. When you smile encouragingly, he smiles back and steps forward to wrap you up in his arms.

The hug is warm, like sheets that have just been pulled from the dryer, complete with the clean smell of fresh linen. You’re not sure how he smells so good, seeing as you’ve been traveling in the desert for days, now, and everyone else stinks to high heaven, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

His jewelry rattles as bit as he starts to sway, still holding you tight. You’ve never felt so safe before, especially not since the group made it to Egypt, closing in on DIO in Cairo. As long as you stay in Abdul’s arms, nothing bad can happen.

He pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. His expression is so hopelessly kind that you have to look away, overwhelmed with it. “Look at me,” he says, voice soft as anything, and you oblige. He says half of your name before his face contorts, as if he’s in pain.

“Abdul? Are you—” you get cut off when Abdul sneezes, right on your face, right into your open mouth. “FUCK!” God, it was so wet, you're going to fucking lose it. You can’t help but punch him in the shoulder.

Because he’s a nice person, Abdul is horrified by what he’s just done to you and also graciously ignores you hitting him. “I’m so sorry!”

It was an accident, so you really can’t get too mad, but you’re still upset. That was so fucking gross.

Something smells weird, now, too. Like smoke.

“Hey, noroma,” says Jotaro, calling you the little nickname he has for you—you don't know what it means, but you're the only one he calls that, which you kind of love. It means you're special to him. Him and the others are finally back from the gas station convenience store, arms full of snacks and water. Jotaro looks bored as ever when he tells you, “Your jacket’s on fire.”

Ah. That explains the smoke smell.

Ultimately, your jacket is ruined and you have minor burns on your wrists. You ask the Crusaders to drop you off at the Cairo airport, because you can’t keep fucking doing this, not after what Joseph did to your hair yesterday.

But then Polnareff makes some revolting-ass puppy dog eyes at you, imploring you to stay, and for some reason, you cave. Anything to get him to stop making that awful face.

POLNAREFF:

You ask for a hug and he grins at you, big and stupid and pleased as punch. That's the expression he makes any time anyone is ever nice to him.

His hug is a little awkward, like he's not used to having someone so close to him. It'd make you feel bad for him if he didn't stink to high heaven. You kind of expected that—he's French, after all—so you're able to ignore it, for the most part. It's not like the others smell like a bag of roses, either, except Abdul, because he rules. (Destroyed jacket and burns that still smart something awful notwithstanding.) It's been a long journey.

After not very long at all, Polnareff starts to get antsy, almost vibrating in your arms. What is he, five years old? Can't he relax long enough for a single hug?

Then he starts giggling, which puts you on edge instantly. Nothing good can come out of him when he's snickering like that.

Before you can pull away, though, you find out why he's giggling.

He's still cackling when he presses his wet, sweat-soaked palms against the bare skin of your arms. You violently recoil and, with more anger than you felt even when Joseph partially balded you, you punch Polnareff right in his stupid fucking nose.

Blood erupts from his face like a geyser. Before you can even laugh at him, something hits you with the force of a moving train. It feels… naked?

Oh. It's Star Platinum. Great. Great! That's just what you needed today, to get your ass beat by Jotaro and his mostly-naked guy of a stand.

Maybe DIO's taking applications.

You almost walk off yet again, but Joseph reminds you of his promise and promises that you're allowed to sit in the front of every car from now on. He also stops Jotaro from kicking the shit out of you, so you stick around, though you suspect you'll regret it.

KAKYOIN:

You ask for a hug and he looks at you like you have two heads. “Me?” he asks incredulously, looking around as if searching for the person you were really talking to. The others are all in the restaurant's restroom right now.

“Yes, you. Who else?” There’s literally no one else around.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really do hugs. Could you go ask Jotaro or something?”

JOTARO:

Instead of asking for a hug—you know he'll just say no—you ambush him with one, waiting for him to turn the corner and walk right into your open arms. This wouldn't normally work, but you made sure to spring your trap when he was in a heated (though still playful) argument with Polnareff about whale sharks.

Just as you planned, he notices you far too late to stop you, and you grin wide as you wrap your arms around him. He feels solid and warm. You never want to let go.

Jotaro doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Ew," he says before summoning Star Platinum, who grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten. "This is why I call you noroma. Fucking dipshit." And with that, Star Platinum flings you bodily into the dirty ass canal running along the side of the road.

DIO is, in fact, taking applications. You get rejected.

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Been seeing you getting hate mail and while I absolutely can't understand why anyone would go to all the trouble to make some one else feel bad... I also kinda really love the discourse on Scott? Like YOUR RANTS oh man. On point. Always. Tbh I tried giving Scott a chance... He is the main char after all... But I was like??? Wtf? That dude does nothing but refute others and does whatever he wants. And this was when I didn't particularly like Stiles either (first time watching Teen Wolf). But then I got to know more of him and like Tony he went asshole to lovable asshole—seriously, Stiles might not be the ‘nicest’ but he tries and his heart is in good place—while Scott is just... self-righteous. Someone pointed out that he sees people as possessions and that irks me too that I can actually see it being true. The dude has literally nothing going on except for being the one that gets bitten. And the Romeo-and-Juliet-esque romance he has.

Okay, okay, where was I going with this?? Right. LOVE YOUR RANTS. People need to understand that Scott not being liked isn't because of his race or anything trivial like it—he just happens to be—but because of his actions. Or inactions, as it were. *remembers the pool scene and Scott saying he's busy and resists the urge to chuck a shoe at him*

Basically, love you, love your work, and love your words! ❤️

I've talked with some friends about it, and our number one issue sort of...boiled down to the hypocrisy of the show? I....sort of rant a lot here, and I would add a Read More, but I can't find the option anymore?? I fucking hate Tumblr. EDIT: I found a post that told me how to do it!

So, since he's the character I focus on the most, let's talk about Stiles' morality. Because, you're right. Stiles is an asshole. He does some fucking awful shit in the first season, and even if he had a Reason to do it, it was still bad. And I still don't like it. But I understand it.

Stiles' lack of shits about what is 'lawful' is literally established in the first ten seconds of the show. He's a sheriff's son who sneaks onto people's roofs in the middle of the night bc they aren't answering his calls, who listens in on his dad's work conversations and is willing to fuck up a crime scene because he's so excited about getting to see a dead body. He doesn't care about laws. He doesn't even care about most basic manners (invasion of privacy much, with having Scott sniff Lydia to see if she liked him?). He's a dickhead, even to the people he cares about sometimes. But personality and morality aren't the same. Stiles' entire actual morality system is based around whatever he needs to do to keep the people he loves safe and happy. Lying to his dad so he doesn't get murdered by hunters? Totally fine. Telling Scott that it was "Jackson's own fault" that Scott attacked him with superstrength and dislocated his shoulder, so Scott doesn't feel like an asshole? That's just best friend duties! He will lie, steal, cheat, and he will kill to keep his loved ones safe (let's not forget this boy threw molotovs at Peter, knowing damn well what they would do to him). We can headcanon all we want about all the different people who are in this group of loved ones, but the list is canonically very short: Scott, his dad, and Lydia. Later on, like, past s3B? It includes Derek. Canonically. Stiles puts his life and the lives of others he cares about on the line while he lies to the matriarch of the Calavera hunter clan, to save Derek Hale. Derek is just canonically a part of that group now, and he fucking knows it bc Stiles is his anchor (that's canon too bb). End of Story, Sterek or no Sterek. It's why we get that insane number of lookbacks when Derek is dying before his evolution. Because Stiles is being forced to choose between two people who are BOTH in his ride-or-die group. He Cannot Pick between Scott and Derek, until Derek begs him to leave.

SO, yes, Stiles does fuckface things, and I don't always agree with what he does, but it is ACCURATE TO HIS CHARACTER. He is morally grey. He NEVER CLAIMS to be pure or good or just or righteous. Stiles knows who he is, and he stays true to himself. And I love him for that.

The same goes for a bunch of other characters! For Peter, who is strikingly similar to Stiles, in that family goes above literally everything. Screw the idea that he was following Derek around waiting for the chance to steal back the Alpha spark. That man put his life on the line (his second life, no less) to get the shit beaten out of him until Derek let him help save Derek's life Again and Again. Family Comes First.

Scott's morality is...confusing as fuck. I thought at first he was similar to Stiles, in that family came first, but...while he's protective of his mother, he also does a lot of stuff that puts her at risk without seeming to care/worry (like leaving Peter alone with her once Stiles hits their car, so he can chase Jackson) (or asking her to come to the high school when he's convinced there's a bomber in it)? Seriously, he's more protective over Allison, than his mother. It's very black and white the rest of the time. Very "this bad" "this good." And if you do "bad" then you are bad forever, while if you do "good" you are only good until you do "bad." The Betas were "good" until they asked for the bite, and then they were "Bad." Derek was "bad" when Scott met him and scared him, so after that, no matter how much "good" he did, he remained "bad." But only when it suits him. Allison is good even when she does bad, because he wants her to be good. Chris is good even though he's done mountains of bad, because of the minuscule amount of good that Scott has seen him do, because Scott wants him to be good. Even DEUCALION is good, despite the crazy CRAZY amount of bad he's done and despite having seen him do NO GOOD, just because Scott wants him to be good. Lying to those closest to you is bad, unless Scott is doing it, and then it's good, because he knows HE is good. Killing people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Letting villains go is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Biting people is bad, unless Scott is doing it. Protecting family is good even if it requires killing or lying, unless it's not Scott doing it. Revenge for past slights is good, unless it's not SCOTT doing it. And you try to understand it! You try to say, okay, then he's morally grey, got it. He plays with the rules to suit his own morality, whatever. Except that Scott, the other characters, and THE SHOW ITSELF, are all telling you otherwise! They all say that Scott is morally pure. That he is good and righteous and lawful. That he always does the "right" thing, and that when he does "bad" things, it's justified and he had to. THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES say Scott is somehow better or more righteous than the other characters by MAKING HIM AN ALPHA OUT OF NOWHERE. (I'm talking abt canon here, not going into deaton conspiracy theories) It's like....Like in the hate mail response I did, where I pointed out that Every Single Thing people get angry at Derek for doing, Scott did too. Lying, killing (or at least attempting it), attacking innocents, losing his temper, keeping secrets, refusing to work with someone who could help, etc etc etc. Everything Derek has done that is morally "wrong," Scott has also done. And that's okay! Doing a bad thing doesn't make you a bad person, and even if it did, Scott is ALLOWED to be bad! GO FOR IT.

Except that he is sinless. It isn't that he learns from the bad things he does, it's that they aren't treated like bad things in the first place. Because Scott did it, and Scott always does the right thing.

Derek's behavior is reprehensible at times, but the show ADMITS that and frames it as bad. Frames it as him doing a bad thing when he scares Isaac or throws Peter or tells Erica who to date. And that's fine, because Derek is established as not being morally pure.

But SCOTT IS. And because they were so desperate to make him continue being "Pure" they didn't frame the things he did as wrong, or if they did, they absolved him of it immediately, using the exact same reasoning that works for Derek's situations, but this time Actually Accepting it.

He scares Stiles, well it's because he's scared. He throws Isaac, it's because he's upset. He attacks Jackson well it's because Jackson was being a dick. He orders Allison to date Matt, well he had a goal to accomplish. Every reason is treated like a fucking doctor's note that erases the bad things he does.

Being scared, or angry, or retaliating to someone being an asshole, or trying to protect himself, was NEVER a good enough reason for Derek to do ANYTHING "Bad." It was never an acceptable excuse.

IF IT WERE: If the show were making a statement about how fallable people are, how they do bad things, but they do them for a REASON. How people will do wild and terrible things out of fear, and how that doesn't make it less bad, but it makes it understandable, so don't demonize them out of nowhere. If that were the case, I would HAVE BEEN FINE WITH IT.

Scott is held to COMPLETELY different standards than everyone else in the show! And I DON'T mean that people held him to higher ones. They dropped that bar so fucking low. Anything was allowed, and any excuse was good enough.

He made out with a girl who was dating someone else, who his best friend was in love with? It's just the full moon, he's angsty about losing Allison. He ducttapes Liam to a bathtub and starts throwing random phrases at him that he hated Derek for saying to him? He's freaked out! He doesn't know what to do with a bitten wolf! It was an accident! He works with a mass murderer behind people's backs without telling them the whole story? Am I talking about Gerard or Deucalion? Who fucking knows. Either way, it's okay, because he was protecting his family. He plots to murder a cancer patient slowly and painfully by replacing meds that likely included painkillers with mountain ash, and the uses someone else's body to deliver the killing blow, and it's okay because he was just being smart! He was just working ten steps ahead! He was saving his mom and the whole town! Who cares if it DIDN"T WORK?

He walks into his ex-girlfriend's hotel room and scares the SHIT out of her while she's naked and alone in the shower? It was the wolfsbane. It doesn't matter that no one else's impulses included HARASSING someone. He lies to his girlfriend's face about her own life because he doesn't think it's important enough for her to know (who am I talking about, come on, take a guess, which one is it? Allison or Kira? Trick question: it's both). He was just being kind! He didn't want to worry her! He didn't want to make her feel bad! She didn't need to know!

I'm so far off track it's not even funny. My point was that Everything the other characters in the show are demonized for or framed as evil or bad or wrong for doing, Scott is shown to do and it's treated like at minimum a comedy, if not a Perfect Brilliant Strategic Move.

God, fucking hell. I mean, the PARALLELS you see in this show, between Scott and others. The scene of Alexander Argent going to the hotel after being bit? That bit where he pulls his shirt up in the mirror? It's a near PERFECT replica of Scott looking at his bite at Deaton's. They paralleled SCOTT MCCALL with AN ARGENT. Deaton has this whole line in S2 where he's bitching at Derek about "the person you should trust the most doesn't trust you at all" And then seasons later, we have Scott look his best friend in the eye and refuse to trust him, only to get upset later because Stiles doesn't want to work with him anymore and he "lost them." Scott goes running into Derek's house in S1 to accuse him of killing the bus driver, and when he can't get a real response, he EGGS HIM ON by accusing him of Murdering his SISTER, just to get Derek to react. Which is the EXACT same thing Kate did when she showed up and wanted Derek to lose his temper. Scott is CONSTANTLY paralleled with villains and assholes, and constantly does the things that others are persecuted for. But instead of feeling regret or learning something from it, instead of growing AT ALL. Those actions are treated as good. We are told they are righteous. And clever. That they are what heroes do. AND YES: There are parallels between Derek and Stiles' behaviors and villains/morally grey characters! Of course there are!

BUT THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THE TRUE ALPHA MAIN CHARACTER. SCOTT IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUY. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO MIMIC/EMULATE THE VILLAINS, AND HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE REWARDED WHEN HE DOES IT ANYWAY.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I understand the urge to think that the Teen Wolf writers did all of this on purpose. That they built Scott up as an unreliable narrator, so that we're forced to come to terms with a protagonist who isn't good, and we watch them fall into a villainous role while thinking all the while they are a hero. That all these parallels are intentional and the writers just couldn't Tell us what was going on bc they didn't have enough power.

And sometimes I play into it. I will lie to myself about Scott being the 'narrator' of the entire show, and that we're seeing it all through his eyes so of course things are biased and conflicting, just so I can actually Enjoy watching it.

But I think it's absolute bullshit that this was done on purpose. It wasn't. The parallels appeared because they Wanted Scott to do the badass things that they had all the villains doing, throwing people and being sneaky and clever, and stopping the bad guy, and they didn't want to deal with the fact that they were having him do bad things. So they just pretended he wasn't and refused to acknowledge that they'd already punished other people for doing the same exact shit, but somehow Scott was getting rewarded. They wanted Scott to be the hero, so they made him the hero, and screw everybody else.

#personal #anti-Scott McCall #go for it #love mail #meta ramblings #rant #long post #WHERE IS THE READ MORE BUTTON HALP

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