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Arcane Chapter 3

Forgive me… Powder…

"Ever wonder what it's like to drown? Story of opposites. There's peace in water. Like it's holdin' you, whisperin' in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away. But then there's this thing..in your head, and it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. To fight. To survive.

And all the while, this question lingers before you:

"Have you had enough?"

It's funny. You could pass a lifetime without ever facing a choice like that. But it changes you forever. For that, I thank you...old friend."

"What aren't you telling me?" (Y/n) and Vander walk along the road to Benzo's shop. "I already know you have a deal with Topside Dad..". Vander frowns and shakes his head.

"The Topsiders want their pound of flesh. And if I had to guess, Vi is going to.." Vander says and (Y/n) quickly puts two and two together.

"I'm not letting her give herself up! We have to get to Benzo's!" (Y/n) breaks off into a sprint. The two reach Benzo's shop who seemingly as reached his shop as well. The door was knocked off, The trio open the door to Vi sitting on a chair, pacing in anxiety. She stands up seeing them here.

"Vander? (Y/n). " she asks confused.

"We don't have much time." I'm proud of you. Always have been." Vander walks over, holding Vi. She looks down, somberly.

"I'm sorry, I... This is the only way to protect the others." She says, and (Y/n) steps up.

"You'd leave me like that, like us?" He says, he walks over to Vi, looking into her eyes. Vander comes over, seeing the hurt his his boys eyes.

"You've got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you. Protect the family." He says, and Vander hugs Vi.

"What are you..." Vander shoves Vi into the closet, locking her in.

"No! (Y/n)! Vander! Let me out! This isn't right!" (Y/n) listens to her bang against the door, desperately trying to escape. (Y/n) bites his tongue, in dismay listening to VI's pleads of despair. He turns around to Vander.

"Are... you sure about this?" He says, and Vander nods, hugging his son.

"I am, I refuse to let any of you go... you've come so far, and I'm so proud of you...Vi can be hot headed and the others aren't as mature. So I'm leaving it to you, Take care of the family.." Vander says, a few tears pour down (Y/n)'s face as he rubs them away, just then, two enforcers enter the Building, Grayson and the egotistical Marcus.

"I'm guessing that's for me." Grayson says to the pounding on the door, (Y/n) walks over to the door to protect it.

"You gonna let us make the arrest or not?" Marcus says to (Y/n), who stares daggers at Marcus, and Vander lights up a smoke.

"You'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke. Won't you?" He asks, Grayson walks over to Vander, unamused.

"I'm not putting you away, Vander. Without you down here, it all falls apart." She says, Vander motions to (Y/n).

"(Y/n) will handle things. He's my son so he comes with m my devilish charm, and he runs a tight ship." He says. There's silence, (Y/n) forces himself to stay strong. Marcus cuffs Vander, and is lead outside, Vi watches from the green tinted glass in the basement of the figures exiting the Shop. She watches until something happens, she's unable to make it out from the tint but she hears Grayson's voice.

"Hey. Stop right there!" She yells and Vi tries to look closer. Until blood splatters the window in a flash, Vi flies back, mortified. Outside, Graysons stunned corpse lied on the ground, the sizzle of the fired gun rings in distance.

"What the devil..." Benzo says, afraid. The remaining men turn to the origins of footsteps, deep green mist fills the area, and a figure steps out from it, what distincts thus man was the scarring eye he has, sun red with a pupil that's pitch black with the iris like a Solar eclipse. Hiding the true malice and hatred under it. (Y/n) has no clue how he is but Vander does.

"Silco?" Vanders voice was shaky, almost.. afraid.

"You animal. Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of." Benzo says, grabbing the baton of the dead Grayson and rushes to attack him.

"Benzo, stay back." Vander yells, as Silco calmly turns to him.

"You never did know when to walk away." He says, and In a flash, Benzo was torn into shreds. Blood splatters (Y/n)'s face, he looks around, confused by what happened. (Y/n) watches a malformed monster approach, it's body massive with sickening purple veins pulsating through its body. (Y/n) felt a sickening aura radiate from it. (Y/n) was terrified, afraid, he steps back, as Silco stares at Benzo's corpse.

"Hmm. Stubborn to the end." Silco utters, Marcus looks absolutely terrified.

"What the hell have you done? This wasn't the deal!" He yells.

"Deal's changed." Silco replies coldly, (Y/n) sees the monster close in on Vander, ge didn't know what to do, panicked his legs told him to run, run as fast as he can away... but he couldn't. he grabs the baton and rushes in full speed, he leaps into the air, cocking the Baton back, he was ready to fight to the bloody end, until the monster grabs him by the neck, squeezing tightly, Silco turns to (Y/n), who's gasping for air.

"A Child playing Hero... how.. trivial, it seems you rushed to his Side without any hesitation, you are definitely Vanders son.. but let me give you a word of advice, that nagging feeling in the back of your head, that was fear.. telling you to run and preserve yourself, you should habe listened to it.. because that wasn't bravery, that was foolishness.."

The Monster hurls (Y/n) like a baseball though the window of Benzo's shop, his body crashes through the window, slides along the counter and slams into the wall near the door, and slumps down, the pain shooting through his body was too much for it to take, and (Y/n)'s eyes lower and he collapses unconscious. Minutes, Seconds? Maybe hours have passed, he didn't know. But he simply awoke, pain shoots through his arm and ribs as he stands up, still a bit dazed from the tossing, he stumbles to the door, and opens it. He slowly steps downstairs, leaning on the wall as he turns to vi, sitting there. Her face moves up from her arms to see (Y/n) there, with a few bruises and cuts, she stands up, slowly approaching him.

"I saw everything. Be... Benzo. They..." he says, slowly begging to break down, and this time, Vi holds him, letting him fall apart in her arms.

"What about Vander?" Vi says, he looks at her, sniffling. She wipes the tears from his face.

"I don't know I think They took him." He says, Vi begins to worry even more.

"Where?" She asks, he looks down. Thinking.

"I don't know, there's only one place I can.. think of.." he says, the Fish Cannery, the old decrepit building houses all of Silco's plans. As the large monster was dragging Vander along, the Cannery is full of Sulcos goons, building weapons and producing an odd purple liquid.

"It's a little crude, I'll admit...The base violence necessary for change. But we both know topside won't listen to anything else." Silco explains, as Vander is tossed on a railing

"Even with your monsters, you won't win a war against Piltover." Vander was able to utter from his bated breath.

"I don't have to. I just need to scare them. They won't dare set foot in the underground again." He says, and Vander turns to him, his eye swollen and barely able to see from it.

"You'll get people killed. For what? Pride?" Vander spits blood on the ground, Silco looks at him, a bit bewildered.

"For respect. Opportunity. Everything they've denied us." He says, kneeling down to look Vander in the eye.

"You had my respect. The Lanes' respect, but that...

that was never enough for you." Vander snaps back, and Silco closes in.

"We shared a vision, Vander. A dream of freedom.

Not just for the Lanes, but the whole of the underground, united as one. The nation of Zaun.

Do you even remember? I trusted you. And you betrayed me." Silco's words were full of Venom, resentment and hatred building up. Vander looks regretful.

"What I did to you... I've never forgiven myself. You were my brother." Vander says, somberly, Silco stands up. Reliving that day, Being drowned in the Water.

"No, you still don't understand...Can you imagine what it's like? When your blood mixes with the filth

and the river toxins eat through your nerves. Oh, I hated you for what you'd done. But as time passed, so did my hate. And I was left with an understanding.

The only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing. To become what they fear. I hated you, but you kept my respect. Until you made peace with them. Played lapdog after everything we suffered." Silco grumbles, feeling the small sting in his eye.

"..I had no choice." Vander somberly utters.

"Perhaps." Silco tilts his head a bit. "But now you do." Silco shows Vander a Vial of a glowing purple liquid.

"Shimmer. We have the power. We can finally realize our dream, brother." He says, trying to entice Vander, but he cannot agree with it.

"Look at what you've done. Benzo. These kids. My Son.. In fighting topside you'd sacrifice everything that we are. It's not the way. Can't you see that?

Kill me if you have to, but please spare the Lanes." He says, and Silco snaps.

"You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?" He says back, and Vander simply looks down.

"I'm just... not that man anymore." He says, and Silco walks off, heading to a room across the walkway.

"I'll show you what you really are." He says, and has dire intentions for Vander.

Inside the Bar, Claggor, Mylo and Powder are waiting in the basement, probably arguing about something dumb. Before (Y/n) and Vi enter.

"Oh, you're back." Mylo says. The two notice the weaponry they've acquired, which is a Baseball bat and Vanders Cast Iron gauntlets. Vi grabs them and Mylo stops her.

"Hey. Those are Vander's. Slow down. What's going on?" He asks.

"Benzo's dead." (Y/n) says heading to a small hole to grab some gear.

"Dead?" Mylo says, shocked; the group look more hopeless than before.

"They took Vander." Vi adds in. " I need to help him."

"We're going with you." Claggor adds in, and Powder begins to pack. (Y/n) grabs from the hole a piece of steel with a few rivets on it, a makeshift Brass knuckle, and attaches it onto his arm. He turns to the group, as they father whatever they can, and head up, (Y/n) and Vi see powder coming too, but stop her.

"I need you to sit this one out, Powder." Vi says, and Powders determination turns to confusion.

"What?" She says.

"You're not coming." Vi reiterates.

"I'm not afraid." Powder says arguing back. "Families stick together. You said it yourself.—"

"No!" (Y/n)'s voice echoes, and scares powder, he looks shocked himself and sadly kneels down to face powder.

"I'm sorry Powder.. We can't lose you." He says, putting his hand on her shoulder, "Whatever he has is, a lot scarier than any of us can imagine. I promise it'll be okay, and I'll come back with Vander and everything will be okay.. I promise." He says. He gives Powder a small peck on the forehead as he turns to leave, Vi gives Powder what seems to be a flare.

"Here. If they come for you, take this and run.

Where ever you are, light it up, and I'll find you. I promise." Vi says, and the two leave powder. Alone. The group begin their journey to the Cannery, the four slowly maneuver towards the high ground, and slowly drop down into the cannery from a broken window on the roof, they reach the Walkway and into a small room with Vander, strapped to the chair. Vander looks up at the approaching children.

"Vi?" Vander says, "What are you doing here?". More of the group pour into the room.

"We're breakin' you out." (Y/n) says, seeing the locks on the arms and legs of Vander.

"Mylo." He says and he quickly comes in with his lock pick. (Y/n) turns to Claggor.

"Find us another way out of here, it's best if we—" (Y/n) says, until an echo cuts him off, the sound of clapping, it was Silco, with his goons in tow.

"Welcome. You have my congratulations.

But I'm afraid this will be a very short reunion. Have you heard the rumor? Vander the coward fled town with his children. And they were never seen again." Silco says, and the massive tattooed man begins to walks the walkway. (Y/n) steps back, until he turns to his side to see Vi putting on the Gauntlets, he walks over and tightens them for her. She and (Y/n) look at each other, and he smiles just slightly.

"You ready? There's no going back after this Vi.." he says and she nods, (Y/n) picks up the bat and puts it over his shoulder and they walk together to face the Monsters of Zaun. The Large man draws a knife and cracks his neck.

"He's gonna go for a stab, I counter and you land square on his jaw." He says. Vi raises her gauntlets.

"You wanna bet on that?" She says.

"I put your life on it, so I know I'd never be wrong." He says, the man growls and goes for a stab, (Y/n) throws his prosthetic arm in the way, it parries the knife and Vi goes in, and Rocks him with an uppercut the drops the man immediately, (Y/n) picks up his knife and puts it in his pocket. More goons begin to approach and Vi and (Y/n) fight, (Y/n) taking big swings with his bat and Iron clad knuckle, and Vi with her gauntlets. One attempts to go for Vi, (Y/n) slides in, swinging his bat and hitting the goons stomach and Vi coming in with the assist and right hook, A pair of teenagers begin to wipe the floor with grown men and women. One man with a mace attempts to crush (Y/n) he puts the bat up to block but it goes through the Wooden bat and hits him right in the collar bone, he collapses down in pain and Vi comes in with the rescue.

Vi begins to fight off two while (Y/n) writhes in pain, he sees Vi barely holding them off, seeing her in trouble he throws his pain to the side and tosses himself back into the fray. One Cocks back to swing but gets a fist fill of (y/n) iron clad prosthetic fist breaking his teeth, letting Vi dispatch the other.

Mylo looks over to see the two keeping them off, but are being worn down. Vander looks at him.

"Mylo. Take a breath. You can do this." He says, Mylo calms himself and begins again, picking the locks. (Y/n) and vi help each other up, (Y/n) turns to Silco.

"Cmon! That the best you got?!" He yells, Silco motions for Deckard, and he hands him a Vial of Shimmer and he drinks it. And he transforms into the monster (Y/n) saw outside Benzo's.

"...Shit.." (Y/n) says and he charges in, only to get a boot into his sternum. He hits the ground and Vi charges in.

"Mylo, hurry!" Vander yells, while Claggor slams into the wall, breaking it down piece by piece. Vi leaps into the air, only to get her face grabbed by the monstrous Deckard.

"Silco. Let her go! This is between you and me!" Vander screams from his chair, and Silco glares coldly.

"You had your chance." (Y/n) rushes in with his brass knuckle and cracks the monster in the rib with heavy punches, he drops Vi and grabs (Y/n) by the Prosthetic. He begins to crush it, and (Y/n) quickly takes the blade he took and rams it into the wrist of Deckard, who drops him as well, but the damage is done and part of the metal was crushed, he picks Vi up with now his only good arm, and limps away as Deckard removes the blade from his wrist. He fumbles into the room and rushes to the door, he yanks the latch and slams it shut before Deckard could reach them. He locks it and slumps down, exhausted.

"You did good." Vander says, (Y/n) looks relieved by the Door shakes with each punch from Deckard, Claggor picks up the speed, and Mylo has Vander almost free. (Y/n) shakes his head, fearing the end, until Vi pushes back as well, holding the door with him. They push together, desperate to hold him back, all seems to be going well...

"You have to work. For me. Okay?" A girl says, Powder, on the edge of the building, preparing something, a monkey bomb with three of those crystals inside. With spikes on the chimes. She winds it up and drops it into a window and watches it move forward, clanging the spikes into the crystal as it clamors closer and closer to the area, and near Deckard the energy builds up more and more ferocious until it reaches a boiling point. In one last clang, it erupts, the crystals explode in a massive form of blue light, which knocks powder off the building.

It blasts Deckard away, evaporates the arm of one of Silco's goons, one crystal blasts through the door and gets in, and another explosion happens, murdering Claggor, and the crystal touches (Y/n), the energy surges through his body, as he was hit with a wave of it, his arm gets arcs of lightning shot though his prosthetic and up his face, and right into his eye. It demolished the lower body of the building, setting the shimmer aflame. His scream is the last thing that's heard as his body seemingly is warped and disappears, the impact sends Mylo into the wall and a pipe right into his shoulder, pinning him to the wall, he looks over to the corpse of Claggor, barley able to understand what just happened, the roof begins to cave it, and it crushes them both. Vander can only begin to process what's going on, seeing Vi barely able to move and is in pain, tears flowing down her face, Silco recovers from it as well, and points to the door.

"Kill them!" He commands, and the remaining goons follow, and the side of Vander that he kept locked away, erupts, and the Hound of the Underground is prepared to bite once more. Breaking off pieces of the door, he creates makeshift knuckles and starts cracking Skulls, and tosses one man off the ledge and starts to deal with Deckard, until a blade catches him in the back. Silco, as he removes the blade from his back, Vander turns and grabs Silco with every bit of strength he hast left to choke the life out of him. But that strength wavers with the second the second stab enters his body, Vanders body, seemingly gives up, and Silco tosses him off the left.

"I knew you still had it in you." Silco says, and turns to the goons. "Find the girl and that boy.." he says, and continues to focus, Deckard slowly makes his way inside, but a figure yanks him and turns him around, wrapping its hand around its neck and snapping it with ease, the beast tosses his lifeless corpse away. It was Vander, who ingested the Shimmer himself and is a malformed shade of his former self, the mesmerized beast turn to Silco.

"Silco!" His voice roars like a lion in the darkness. But the building was reaching its crumbling point, and he had to make a choice, Silco or Vi, he grabbed Vi before the building could explode and leapt out, as it succumbed to powders bomb. Eventually Vi recovers in the alley to a dying Vander, and now she's about to lose everyone. She rushes to his side, As Vanders purple veins begin to lose their light.

"Vander! Vander..." she says, tears forming in her eyes, and his last words echoed deep within her.

"Take care of Powder." He utters, before the light in his eyes.. die. Vi's tears of pain were dubbed by the rain that began to pour, and a voice halts her mourning.

"Vi, it worked!" A voice says behind her, and Vi slowly turns around with her toy, and she looks, stunned.

"What?" Vi was only able to utter, the complete shock of everything is slowly reaching her, and powder couldn't be more proud of herself.

"Did you see me? My monkey bomb finally worked! I did the cogs just like (Y/n) said so! And it worked!" She says, so happy, Vi just simply turns to her, cold.

"You did this? Why? Why did you do this?" She asks, Powder looks confused, until she looks past Vi, the flames, the carnage, Vanders malformed corpse on the ground, Claggor's shatter goggles on the ground. and it all begins to click in her head, she did this, she killed Mylo, Claggor... (Y/n). And it all begins to set into the child's head, she begins to sniffle, tearing up.

"I... I didn't...I was saving you...I only wanted to help." Powder says, barely able to hold it all together, as tears begin to rush down the child's face, as she can only repeat. I only wanted to help.

I only wanted to help. only wanted to..." she says, her

" told you to stay away." Vi says, her emotions coming to a boil, and a hysterical powder cries even more.

"Please. Please. Please..." her voice shaking, shattering as she pleads with her sister.

"I told you to stay away!" Vi snaps, hitting powder as she falls on the ground, terrified.

"Why did you leave me?!" She screams, and Vi grabs the girl by the face, yanking her in close.

"Because you're a jinx. Do you hear me? Mylo was right." We're her final words to her sister before leaving. Powder falls back, watching the last family member she has left, abandon her.

"No. No. No. Violet, please! Violet, please!

Please come back! Please, Violet. I need you. Please!"

But her cries fall upon deaf ears, until a man she's never seen before, approaches the abandoned Powder, and he kneels down, bloody knife in hand.

Silco.

"Hello, little girl...Where's your sister?" He asks, and Powder looks up to him, and leaps into his arms, crying harder.

"She left me...She is not my sister anymore." She says, Silco was stunned, not really knowing how to respond, and he simply.. Holds her.

"It's okay...We'll show them. We will show them all."

Darkness, a void of senseless and emptiness, the dark only adorned by stars from a cosmos long forgotten to humanity, (Y/n) opens his eyes, and he sees a forest green trees, grass, but no light.. as if he's.. not on earth, his body in tatters from the fight. He attempts to stand up, but is barely able to make it a few feet before collapsing to his knees, he crawls to what seems to be a cliff, as he peers over it, he see the world is nothing, darkenss. And small islands that seem to be floating in the dark, and he's on one of them, he looks around. He's on a floating island in, some void.

"Vi? Violet?! Powder?! POWDER! CLAGGOR! DAD, Mylo?.." he yells,

But no one can come to save him.. he realizes that he's not in Piltover, not the lanes, he's somewhere you can't get to by normal means. He rolls onto his back, and sees his Prostetic has been burned with arcs of blur electricity that seems to be not normal, he feels the pain along his face as well... whatever happened to him, was permanent. He extends his prosthetic arm to what he might think is the sky, and sees one of powders drawings on it. The tears begin to flow as he cries, having lost.. everyone.

"Powder I.. I..."

"I'm So Sorry.."

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wheneclipsefalls · 2 years

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Ma Neteyam pt.3

Part 2 Part 4

Summary: A steaming night with his captor has Neteyam ready to try his luck at escaping.

Warnings: hand jobs, hickeys, smut, begging, kissing, nsfw, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, abo universe, masturbation, swearing

“Neteyam. Time to wake up.” The words floated into his unconscious mind encouraging the omega to start stirring. Every movement brought on a dull ache that could not be ignored. In response the omega stopped his movements and instead cozied further into the warmth below him. “Come now, sweet one. You’ve had enough sleep.” The deep voice purred.

Neteyam loved the vibrations that came below him as the voice spoke. A wave of calm washed over the omega and he couldn’t help but wish to stay in that state forever. That is, until his mind came back into focus and he recalled the night before. Eyes snapped open and his heart dropped as he realized where the warmth was coming from. He was sprawled out messily across the alpha, with one leg thrown across his hip consequently spreading himself wide. He squeaked, trying to push himself off from Kxolo.

“Woah, hey there it’s alright baby.” The taller male chuckled while watching Neteyam struggled to throw himself to the other side of the hammock. Neteyam was even further mortified to find not only himself but also Kxolo sticky with the remnants of his own slick. How could this have happened? Why did he agree to doing such things with an alpha? What would his father say if he knew he had not only touched an alpha but had masturbated next to one?

His cheeks stained into a dark purple from the rushing heat. How was he ever going to look at Kxolo again? The alpha in question simply cooed sweet words as he read the anxiety across Neteyam’s face.

“Come Neteyam, it’s alright. I think you just need to clean up a bit before breakfast.” And himself too, considering the stickiness of his legs. “I know the perfect spot, come on.” Neteyam was too embarrassed to refuse the outreached hand or speak as they left the hammock. The pair snuck past the few Na’vi awake as Kxolo grabbed new loincloths and soap for each of them. They however were not so lucky when passing Pulo’s post.

“Good morning, bro-oh.” He cut himself off as caught the sweet scent wafting from the two.

“Shut up and get back to work.” Kxolo growled before taking Neteyam’s arm and hurrying the two along. He would be damned if he let another alpha smell the slick that was only meant for him.

They made it to the lake in a fairly remote spot. Luckily no one had started bathing yet so it was the perfect time to get in and out with some privacy. However, for Neteyam, privacy did not include bathing with Kxolo. He watched nervously as the alpha set down the loincloths and soap aside on a rock near the water. The alpha quickly got to work undoing his battle band and arms bands without hesitation. He looked back to Neteyam in a way that suggested he should do the same. Neteyam stared back with wide eyes.

“I-I can wait.”

“You’ve been sticky all night baby. It’s time you get clean. Besides, I can’t have you running off while I bathe.”

“I am not getting naked in front of you, especially after last night.” Neteyam tried to keep voice firm and strong despite the embarrassment. There was a shift in the alpha’s expression as he tilted his head, staring back at the omega with an eyebrow raised. Suddenly he was stalking quickly towards the Neteyam causing him to shuffle backwards awkwardly.

“Oh really? And what was last night?”

“You-you…you”

“I what? Did I touch you without permission?”

“Well no but-”

“Did I make you touch me?”

“No I guess not-”

“It was in fact you that actually insisted on touching me.” He smirked, closing the final distance between the two. “Then really all that I did last night was offer to help and then respected your wishes when you refused.” Neteyam couldn’t tell why but his cheeks once again became inflamed. The alpha didn’t so much as blink while taking in his expression.

“I do, however, hope you know that there is nothing you need to be ashamed of. Your omega is simply recognizing what it wants, my love.” The lips that brushed his cheek made the omega shiver once more, still extremely sensitive.

“You promise not to look?” Neteyam pointed at the alpha, shooting for an intimidating look.

“If that is what you wish.” With that, the alpha reached for his own loincloth and shoved it nonchalantly to his ankles. Neteyam let out a gasp before slapping a hand over his eyes. The loud laugh that came from Kxolo slowly faded some distance as he waded into the water.

“You can come in now, Neteyam. As promised, my eyes are closed.”

Without giving him time to change his mind, Neteyam rushed to grab the soap, discard his loincloth and practically jumped into the water so he was properly covered. The rest of their bathing session was completed in silence as they both scrubbed the stickiness from their bodies individually with soap. Neteyam refused to once again exit the water until the Alpha had his back turned and eyes closed. Finally clean and decent once more, the two set off for breakfast.

Neteyam wished he had never lied about wanting to join Kxolo on business. He supposed riding with alpha pressed against his back the entire day was his punishment. It took them hours to oversee the new tents being built, the materials being gathered for upcoming celebrations, and talk with what felt like every single family in the village. Along the way, Kxolo would stop to pick up especially beautiful blossoms and present them to Neteyam, in an attempt to be charming, he supposed. However, no flower would make up for the agony of having his back against the alpha’s abs as he tried not to think about how good it felt to trace them the night before. To make matters worse, the motion from riding the direhorse had an incidental effect of brushing the taller Na’vi crotch against Neteyam’s rear over and over and over again.

Luckily, Neteyam was able to keep his composure and part of his dignity as they rode from place to place. He put great effort into maintaining a poker face and even more into preventing his arousal from building. He didn’t have the hormones to excuse himself this time and would be damned if he spent another night like the one before again. He had yet to gain any useful information in the past two days, so really the alpha was an awful distraction.

He spent the evening portion trying to talk Kxolo into letting him out with Vamai again. Something told him she was the only person that would tell things to him straight. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage all the while making his alpha proud for ‘making friends’.

“It’s too late at night my love. I would prefer you stay in the village after eclipse.”Kxolo continued to eat the larvae as he sat with his legs spread comfortably. He didn’t like the way Neteyam had barely touched his dinner.

“You sound like my father.”

“Well then he is a smart man. The forest is no place for omegas alone at night.”

“I’ve lived in these woods for twenty years. I know how to take care of myself.” He once again shoved the plate of food away in annoyance. The alpha leaned closer, setting his elbow on top of his bent knee.

“First of all, you have not spent twenty years in this part of the woods and secondly Vamai herself, who has in fact spent such time, is not allowed out alone after eclipse.”

“That is so ridiculous!”

“Neteyam.” Kxolo warned in a low voice, sending the omega a pointed look. “Don’t push your luck.” The growl sent shivers down Neteyam’s spine. His mind drifted back to what Vamai said about punishment. He didn’t think he could take any more embarrassment in one day.

The next few days flew by for Neteyam. Kxolo was called away for most of them on mysterious business, although he knew it had to be something concerning Neteyam and their mating. They still spent the nights together in the hammock (there was less room than he would have liked in the bed) but the sully boy was not too bothered by the alpha’s absence as it gave him more time to spend with Vamai.

“He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat!” She laughed loudly, shoving Neteyam’s shoulder.

“So I’ll take that as you’re not interested in him, then.”

“When I mate it will be with someone that has more than two brain cells.”

“Or maybe someone who doesn’t give you a curfew.” Her smile faltered a little at the comment.

“Be realistic, Neteyam. Only alphas that don’t care about their omegas are like that.” He snorted, shaking his head at her comment. He thought at least Vamai would agree with him on this matter.

“Plus I hear that you get to be the guest of honor at the next festival. Leynyey has already been working on your outfit for days now.” She could tell she was getting nowhere the way Neteyam’s nose scrunched at the news.

“I have no interest in everyone gawking at me.”

“Well if they did you for sure would make it to second base with Kxolo.” He hissed at her, playfully trying to push the girl back.

“You sxawjn! Why would I want that?” Her giggles only increased as she pushed back against the omega’s hands.

“I saw you and Olo’eyktan rush away from dinner a few nights ago.” She winked before finally managing to stop his attacks.

“That was nothing just-”

“One of those little heats leading up to presenting, I know. Regardless, just be happy you have someone to get you through it.” There was a touch of sadness in those amber eyes. It never occurred to him how hard it must have been for Vamai when she fully presented, all alone. He wanted to ask her more about it or maybe apologize but she was already prancing ahead as if nothing happened.

When they made it back to the village with the beta guards she called back his name once more after they started in different directions. “Oh and Neteyam!”

“Yeah?”

“You really can do so much worse than Kxolo. He is a good guy if you give him a chance.”

“Hold still, little one.” Kxolo spoke sternly, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. He had been re-braiding Neteyam’s hair for over an hour now and the boy was getting restless. He hated the way his body responded to sitting between the alpha’s spread legs as his hair was endlessly fondled. Kxolo on the other hand was extremely patient as he placed bead after bead into the omega’s silky hair. Neteyam always looked so beautiful with the colorful ornaments woven throughout his jet black hair.

“I don’t see why it needed to be redone in the first place.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Oh hush, you can be such a little minx sometimes.” He chuckled before adding another red bead to his hair.

“Am not.”

“Of course you are. Always have a little attitude, determined to do things your way.” His words did not match the fond tone they carried. “That’s one of the many things I love about you.”

There was no good response to that confession. However, Neteyam did not enjoy the alternative as it kept them in silence with a strange tension he could not describe. The squirming increased as he tried to ignore the heat now blooming across his whole face.

“Well I only have an attitude because you push me around all the time.” The sentence was barely more than a mumble as Neteym fiddled with his fingers.

“Push you around, do I?” Kxolo teasingly tugged one of the braids gently. The omega tried to elbow him back in response.

“Yes! You are always telling me what to do and where to go. You are so incredibly bossy.” A firm grip settled itself around a handful of Neteyam’s braid before he felt his head being pulled back. He strained to see the towering alpha now looking down at him smirking.

“Oh baby boy, you have no idea how bossy I can be.” That feline smirk made Neteyam’s stomach do back flips. Sitting there completely under the alpha’s control, held by his hair, a coil of heat started to build once again in his core. He felt like there was a tether holding him to Kxolo, unable to look away and unable to keep his arousal at bay.

Kxolo’s other hand came to rest against Neteyam’s cheek before leaning in till they were nose to nose. The sully boy held his breath, eyes frantically switching back and forth between the Olo’eyktan’s lips and golden orbs. Then there were lips on his and Neteyam dared not to move a muscle. The kiss was loving and slow but the alpha’s lips were unwavering and possessive as they worked Neteyam’s own lips apart.

The omega could barely think as Kxolo’s tongue teased his bottom lip, a silent request to open. He had never kissed anyone before so the whole sensation was so new and exciting but all the while completely out of his comfort zone. Luckily for him, his omega was eager to follow the alpha’s lead, parting his lips on command. Kxolo’s tongue explored leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. He did not let the younger male escape the kiss until he had ended with a sharp nip to the his bottom lip.

Kxolo couldn’t help but admire how pretty Neteyam looked there panting for breath, eyes blown wide. Meanwhile Neteyam struggled to clear his head of the dirty thoughts swarming there. His efforts were pointless when soft lips then came to gently kiss their way down one side of his neck. The hand in his hair was once again used as a leverage point allowing the alpha to turn his head to one side and present his neck.

The pressure, the warmth, the gentle touches, every part of the open mouth kisses made Neteyam’s body spark to life. There was no stopping the breathy little moans that escaped his lips. He wanted more, needed more. As if in response to his silent prayer, Kxolo expert lips started to suck harshly against a spot along the column of his neck. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure that prompted the omega let out a loud whine with his hips arching off the ground. Kxolo didn’t miss a beat as he secured Neteyam’s waist with one arm while continuing the assault on his neck. Sharp fangs came into the mix and Neteyam squealed and attempted to break away. His actions and sounds were ignored, unable to get out of the alpha’s grip. Finally, it seemed Kxolo decided to have mercy on the boy and let go to admire his handy work.

The purple hickey was already starting to form against the boy’s neck. Kxolo smiled as he thought about how easy it would be to leave marks along the rest of the boy’s body. If he was already squirming from a simple hickey on the neck, what would he do with one to his inner thigh. In an attempt to soothe the sting, he licked against the mark, but it only had Neteyam bucking more against his grip.

A breeze danced its way across their bodies and Neteyam was mortified to realize he could smell his own slick. From the raise of the alpha’s eyebrow it was obvious he could smell it too. Things only got worse as his hair was released and he looked down to see a noticeable tent in his loincloth. He subconsciously took his bottom lip between his teeth, a nervous habit he had picked up years ago. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a long thumb pressing on his lip to release it. Their eyes met.

“Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.” He growled.

The air left Neteyam’s body in a silent whine. It was cruel, so incredibly cruel, he thought. The hardness between his legs was getting unbearable and his hole was dripping constantly and the alpha had the nerve to tease him with things he sensibly knew he could not accept but desperately wanted.

The moment crashed into a million pieces with the sound of the dinner horn off in the distance. Surely thinking the alpha would let them be late for once, Neteyam was confused to find the warmth behind him disappear and a hand being offered to him.

“Wh-where are you going?” He questioned but used the hand to get up regardless.

“We are heading to dinner, baby boy. Didn’t you hear the horns?” Kxolo teased with a shit-eating grin. “Unless of course, there is something else you want to do?” He winked devilishly at the stuttering omega.

“Well I uh-” Neteyam mentally slapped himself for failing to form a sentence properly again. “I can’t go to dinner like this.” He forced the words out, hating how embarrassed it made him to admit it. The Olo’eyktan’s gaze dropped to the omega’s loincloth still housing a boner, but it wasn’t till then that Neteyam noticed the alpha was having the same problem. The second he spotted it he tried to look away and not imagine what lay beneath the scrap of fabric.

“Do you want me to do something about it, Neteyam? Are you asking for something?” The cocky alpha smirked while placing his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for his mate’s response.

“What do you mean? No! Of course not! He sputtered out, now tips of his ears following suit with his burning cheeks. “But I just mean that it would be indecent to go… like this.”

“Lucky for us we are next to a cold lake so I figure that we can kill two birds with one stone.” Without waiting for any sign of agreement from Neteyam, Kxolo ran to the lake and waded in as quickly as possible before disappearing underneath the water. Second later the taller male’s head popped up and he gave an inviting wave to the boy. As much as his situation sucked, Neteyam was not a huge fan of the idea of plunging himself into freezing cold water with a hard on.

“Neteyam, come out now or I drag you in myself!”

Not wanting to call him out on a bluff, Neteyam quickly followed orders.

That night Neteyam continued to toss and turn trying to get comfortable in the hammock with the older male. No matter which way he turned or scrunched or twisted there was always some sort of skin to skin contact with Kxolo. It was driving the omega crazy and he worried he had already come too close today to another mini heat so he didn’t want to push his luck.

“Nete,” Kxolo lovingly stroked his cheek. “You alright there, sweet boy?” Neteyam scrunched into a tight ball turning away from the alpha.

“I’m fine.” He bit out.

“Hmm yes I can, tell. Very convincing.” He sarcastically teased while trying to turn the boy to face him. “Why don’t you tell me what is bothering you.” It was not a question but rather an invitation.

“Don’t make me have to pry it out of you.” His arm slinked around the tiny omega, pulling his back flush against his chest. To both of their surprise, the omega’s body instantly relaxed against the larger male. His legs untucked and the tension in his shoulder floated away as he practically melted against the Olo’ekytan. Kxolo couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face at the endearing sight. “There you go, lovely. That’s better, just relax.” He cooed while rubbing soothing circles against the omega’s stomach.

Neteyam tried but couldn't find it in himself to care that this was his enemy rubbed up against him. He couldn’t get himself to put the energy forth to fight back against the alpha and consider what he should do in the situation. He was tired, so incredibly tired. Tired of worrying about his family, tired of worrying about escaping, and tired of thinking about the type of person he should be for the sake of the people around him. It had been almost a week away from his family but years that he had been putting this pressure on himself. So for tonight, Neteyam gave himself permission to let it go.

A sleepy sigh left his delicate lips as he laid his head against Kxolo’s muscular arm. The alpha watched fondly as his sleepy eyes started to droop and consequently eyelashes fluttered in an effort to keep them open. He basked in the way Neteyam’s body leaned into every soft touch he gave him, every little movement aimed towards searching the alpha out. His heart swelled at the way the omega allowed himself to be manhandled closer to the alpha until he was completely encompassed in his arms.

“That’s right, baby. I’ve got you.” A small subconscious smile softly graced the Neteyam’s lips as he lay no longer able to keep his eyes open. “I’ve always got you.” The alpha vowed, and he knew he meant it. Nothing could ever take his Neteyam from him. Nothing could hurt the sleeping boy.

“Where is Olo’eyktan?” Pulo demanded hastily of the beta warrior. Neteyem tried to hold in his whine at the sound of so many alphas around him. Regardless, Vamai kept one arm comfortingly around his shoulder as Pulo guided them through the village. The heat had come on only five minutes before while they were exploring one of the larger trees in the forest. He could already tell it was more intense than the past ones and was not bound to go away as quickly.

“He is still out with the hunting party, brother.” Pulo ignored the bewildered look on the warrior’s face.

“Shit!” He huffed turning behind him to check on the omega again. Vamai continued to hush the boy, promising it would be over soon. He could tell even just from the smell and scrunch of the omega’s face that it was a stronger wave. The type of heat wave that was physically painful if not satiated. He remembers that look on his own mate’s face only a few week before she presented fully.

“Tamil.”

“On it, brother.” he nodded simply before mounting his ikran and taking off into the skies to find their Olo’eyktan. Pulo continued to guide the two omegas to Olo’eyktan’s tent, trying to avoid the clusters of Na’vi throughout the village as much as possible. He couldn’t risk the younger alpha’s still mastering their self control getting a whiff of Neteyam and doing something they would surely regret. He hustled a few beta guards along the way so that Neteyam would have protection while safely inside the tent, without the interruptions of prying alphas.

“Vamai, I think it’s time you go home. You can see Neteyem later.”

“And leave him alone? No way!” She growled, keeping an arm looped through the other omega’s.

“Vamai-” Pulo began but was unexpectedly cut off.

“It’s ok Vamai, I’ll be fine.” Neteyem’s voice was quiet but he tried his best to give the small girl a convincing smile and ignore the pit in his stomach that was starting to make him nauseous. Before she could ask again, Pulo had shooed her away. He bent a bit so he was at eye level with Neteyem and hopefully a little less intimidating.

“Kxolo will be back soon, Neteyam. I promise. Till then, I have this area off limits and guarded so you can have some privacy.” He couldn’t help but give a sympathetic smile at the omega who was struggling not to look on the verge of tears. “If you need anything, just tell one of the betas.”

Arms wrapped around himself tightly, Neteyam only nodded and disappeared into the tent. The boy had no idea whether or not the thought of his alpha coming back was helpful, but he tried not to think about it and instead focused on what he could do to stop the pit that seemed like it was tearing him from the inside out.

Kxolo could smell the omega nearly a quarter of a mile away. The scent was so strong and sweet he was sure his poor baby had already pumped out an orgasm alone without his help. When he heard the news, he boarded his ikran and headed home before even letting Tamil finish explaining what they were doing about it. The alpha in him scolded himselfl for leaving the omega alone for so long in the first place. It was his job to look after his Neteyam. His Neteyam that till a few days ago had still never kissed an alpha.

His pace picked up frantically, weaving his way through branches, as he neared the tent. He stopped right before the entrance trying to calm down. The scent wafting from the tent already had him half hard and squirming. He growled at himself for acting like a hormonal teenager again. This was not about him, it was about Neteyam. A strangled whine from the other side of the door finally had his patience snapping and the tall Na’vi barging in.

He was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Neteyam lay on his back on one of the sleeping mats, hands gone underneath his own loin cloth as tears streamed down his face. His little hand worked quickly as he searched for yet another release. His tail swan sporadically against the floor sometimes knocking things down and his ears were almost invisible perked back against his scalp.

“Alpha!” The boy mewled, finally catching a glimpse of the tall warrior. The tears started to come faster.

“Hi lovely, it’s ok I’m here.” he soothed while dropping down to his knees. He quickly bent over from his kneeling position to hover partly over the boy and lay kisses across his cheeks. “Shhh it’s ok, I’m here baby.” Each tear was met with a kiss. He was surprised to find Neteyam grappling at his battle band in order to pull the alpha closer.

“Hey hey hey, slow down there you little minx.” He chuckled.

“Want want want.” The endless stream came out of his mouth while tugging more harshly at the belt.

“What is it you want, Neteyam? What is it baby? You have to ask nicely beforehand that is how it works, little one.”

“Just help!” the omega practically yelled back in frustration. The outburst had Kxolo gathering his little wrists in one hand before straddling the whimpering omega beneath him. He knew sooner or later the ground rules would have to be set. His hands were harshly pushed against the ground, causing the omega to increase the squirming.

“Listen up baby boy because I will only be saying this once.”Their eyes finally met but Neteyam was still glaring at the male manhandling him. “If you want something, you are going to ask nicely. If you want my help you are going to be a good boy and follow my orders when I give them, how I give them.” He let his weight sink back on the omega in order to stop the bucking hips. “Because Neteyam,” The smaller stared back up at him, barely breathing. “Naughty boys do not cum.” The whining finally stopped.

“Do you understand?” The boy let a long exhale escape his lips while nodding his head up and down frantically. “Good boy.” He didn’t miss the way the omega’s cock twitched beneath him at those words.

“Now, what were you trying to ask, Neteyam?”

“Will you please help me?” A soft reply, barely loud enough to make out. Kxolo hummed deeply in approval.

“And how should I help you? Do you want me to touch you, baby?” He took his spare hand and lightly ran his fingertips along the curve of Neteyam’s hips.

“Yes yes yes yes.” Shushing him with words of reassurance, Kxolo climbed off of the omega and instead pulled him to sit on his lap. Neteyam instantly pushed his back flush against the taller male’s chest, relieved to have any type of physical contact.

He gave the smaller boy a soft kiss on the lips before starting his exploration of the omega’s body. Experienced fingertips teased along his sides, chest, and waist. They always stopped right before the fabric between Neteyam’s legs. This earned him another frustrated whine coming from the boy as he tried to guide the alpha’s hands lower. Kxolo gave him a small ‘tsk’ and grabbed the smaller boy’s hands instead.

“Keep your hands here.” He commanded while having the boy link his fingers behind Kxolo’s neck. The new stretch laid out the boy’s torso beautifully.

The fingers began again but this time focused on his chest and pecs instead. They circled and circled around each pec, just barely missing the cute little nipples already peaking out. Neteyam’s diaphragm fell and rose dramatically under the touches as he tried to take in enough air. Without warning, both nipples were caught in a tight pinch before being given a sharp tug. The gasp that left the omega’s mouth was so loud it was sure to be heard by any Na’vi within a 200 yard radius.

“Such pretty little nipples, baby.” He complimented while thumbing over them playfully. “I barely even touch them and they are already hard and ready for me, aren’t they?” He could feel the slick leaking from the boy onto his legs. Neteyam craned his head back to give the Olo’eyktan a pleading look.

“Do you want me to touch somewhere else, baby boy?” He could feel the boy's head nodding vigorously against his neck. “Like down here?” His large palm came to firmly rest upon the front of the boy’s loincloth. The omega bucked his hips slightly in surprise.

“Please” The omega begged, lifting his hips up against the large hand in chase of more friction.

“Take it off then, baby.” He commanded with the other hand played with the straps holding it around Neteyam’s hips. Within seconds Neteyam had shuffled out of the loincloth and relinked his hands around Kxolo’s neck.

Kxolo smirked against the shell of his ear as he took the boy’s cock gently in his hand. As on omega it was a decent size smaller than his own, even at full hardness. He held in a groan at the realization that he could almost completely cover the boy’s cock with one hand. Neteyam shifted his hips again, a silent plea to start.

Alpha teased his fingers along the veins slowly in amusement and ran his thumb across the head. He felt more blood flow to his own cock as the omega’s twitched in his hand. Finally taking pity on the rutting male, he wrapped his hand around it tightly and started with long firm strokes. Neteyam bucked his hips up into the alpha’s fist, frustrated at the slow speed. His only reward was a firm arm around his waist holding him in place.

The moans that slipped out of those plump lips were sinful and Kxolo couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes barely knew what to focus on between the cock in his hand, toned torso beneath him and the beautiful expression displayed across his lover’s face. The alpha removed his hand from the omega for a moment to bring it in front of Neteyam’s face. Remnants of precum were already visible on his veiny hand.

“Spit.” He ordered. For once, the younger Na’vi didn’t ask questions and instead immediately obeyed. The spit worked as a good lubricant as his hand pumped the boy’s length faster and faster.

“Alpha faster!” Neteyam cried while throwing his head back against the older male’s shoulder.

“Neteyam, we are gonna have to work on your manners.” The Olo’eyktan reprimanded but obliged anyway. He could practically sense the rising orgasm bubbling in the omega’s core.

“That feel good, baby?” He taunted, giving an extra firm tug.

“Feels so good, alpha. So good, please please please.” Neteyam moaned and screamed as the pace got even faster, but somehow it was still not enough. “I-I can’t.”

“Need some help finishing, baby boy?” The omega only continued to cry as he chased release.

“Come on, baby. You are doing so good for me, making me proud.”

“T-trying alpha.” Neteyam moaned as tears streaked down his cheeks. The alpha was surprised at his response to the praise but ran with it.

“And you are doing such an amazing job. Getting hard for me, making those pretty sounds to please me.” The moans quickly escalated to screams while the omega nuzzled against his neck.

“You poor little thing probably wish it was my cock in your hole instead, don’t you.” The patronizing comment sent the omega over the edge. A loud scream erupted from his throat as he made a mess of the two in cum. Kxolo worked him all the way through the orgasm until Neteyam was finished and limp against his body.

Kxolo did everything he could to imprint the image of Neteyam’s face while he came into his brain. He didn’t think he would ever recover from watching the absolutely dumb fucked out look he gave from a simple hand job. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Once the taller male was able to catch his breath, he set about cleaning the two of them with a wet cloth while shushing the boy in his arms. Neteyam was barely conscious with his head laid against the alpha’s chest.

“You did such a good job, little one. So fucking beautiful for me.” He peppered kisses along the omega’s face. He couldn’t help the way his heart melted as the omega repositioned himself so he was facing the alpha with his arms and legs wrapped around the alpha.

Neteyam was so pliant and clingy as the alpha got them prepared for bed. He savored every touch and squeeze the younger boy initiated. When they fell asleep cuddled in the hammock that night he couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Neteyam was coming around to the idea of their mating.

He hated the alpha. Hated his charming smile. Hated his sweet touches. Hated his carefree laugh. Hated the way he was constantly at Neteyam’s beck and call. However most of all, he hated how much he yearned for him and not just in a sexual way. It made his blood boil every time he realized he was off daydreaming about the alpha, wondering when he would return. He despised the little flips his stomach would do when that smile flashed his way or especially when he would think back on their night together in the tent.

Neteyam was not stupid. Something had shifted and he knew where it was leading. The Olo’eyktan was drawing him in, convincing Neteyam’s mind and body to slowly trust and depend on him. It was only a matter of time before he would put down his walls and let the mating take place, especially with his presentation nearing closer and closer. The alpha had the high ground so naturally there was only one conclusion. It was time to run.

It had been almost two weeks since his first attempt so the boy was hopeful that he would have the element of surprise on his side. Of course he had not been completely obedient throughout his time here but Neteyam could tell his alpha was used to this behavior and thought little of it. Even Pulo and Tamil took his attitude in stride with a hint of fondness. However, to set him up for a successful escape Neteyam had tried to cut back on the complaining a bit.

He told himself that allowing the hand holding and sweet touches over the past few days were simply another ploy to ensure his plan. It was easy to see that the alpha was pleased with this new development, allowing Neteyam and Vamai to be followed by fewer guards than usual. The omega figured that his biggest challenge to overcome would be navigation and wilderness survival depending on how long it would take him to make it to the Omatikaya village. He prayed to Eywa that all of the years he spent learning about the forests and its uses would pay off. If only there was some way he could sneak out even a small knife for hunting.

“I really need to bathe.” Neteyam reminded Kxolo as they ate breakfast.

“Hmm, I have some pressing business to attend to today, but I will try to be back early this afternoon so we can head to the lake.” Neteyam schooled his features into nonchalance before proceeding. This would be the tricky part.

“That’s ok, I could ask Epok to show Vamai and I the way. I overheard him saying he was heading that way today anyways, so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” His stomach felt like it was tied into a giant knot, but he forced down the fruit calmly anyways.

“You want to bathe at the same time as Vamai?” He cocked an eyebrow at the omega.

“If it means, I don’t have to wait to get clean. Besides, she will be too caught up in her own daydreaming to pay attention to me.” Neteyam shrugged.

“I guess that’s true.” Kxolo chuckled but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Does it bother you how comfortable I am around her?” The alpha quickly shook his head while putting the plate down.

“No, lovely. Of course not. I guess that’s fine, just make sure to stay close to Epok.” Neteyam tried not to appear too overly excited as the alpha kissed his cheek and granted permission.

The walk to the lake came all too quickly as Neteyam mentally built up the courage for the task ahead. Thoughts of his family and how much he missed them, kept the boy from backing out. He envisioned his dad’s face and mother’s cries when he would finally be reunited with them. He was sure even Lo’ak wouldn’t be able to act tough upon seeing his brother back home. With these motivations in his head, Neteyam bravely prepared himself.

Vamai continued to babble on about something Neteyam had tuned out minutes ago as they reached the edge of the lake. After setting their new clothes and soap down on a rock the pair awkwardly looked back at Epok. Taking the silent message, he strode off to the treeline and faced the other way to give some privacy.

“Um, do you mind like turning around till I get in the water?” He sheepishly asked Vamai. To his relief, she gave a fond laugh.

“No need to worry about me Neteyam, was already planning on waiting till you were waded in. Go ahead, promise I won’t look.” She winked before clamping a hand over her eyes for emphasis and turning around.

The omega did not give himself time to hesitate before wading into the water as quietly as possible. He took one more glance at the two Na’vi faced away to ensure he was truly not being watched. He stilled his mind, took one large breath then dove down underneath the surface till he was fully encompassed. His arms and legs pushed strongly against the water in a breaststroke pattern efficiently moving him towards the left side of the lake. He could already feel his body begging for air but he paid it no heed. He couldn’t risk going up and being seen even though he had not detected any calls for him yet.

Finally, he could spot the submerged rock in the distance marking his hiding spot. Despite his body’s complaints Neteyam was sure to take silent slow breaths upon breaking the surface of the water. Within one jump he went across the rock and positioned himself between the two giant boulders along the lake’s edge. HIs heart was rocketing out of his chest but there was no time to worry about taking a rest.

“Neteyam, are you done yet?” Vamai’s voice could barely be heard from the boy’s hiding spot, but he knew that didn’t mean he had much time. Lucky for him that two boulders were able to act as a hidden tunnel to the outlining forest. He didn’t allow himself to stop creeping along the forest floor until the lake was no longer in view. Then he sprinted.

Neteyam ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the forest, over rocks, under branches. Every sound coming from the wildlife around him made his heart beat faster and head jerk from side to side. The last thing he needed was to run into an unsuspecting Na’vi out for a hunt or gathering materials. Furthermore, he made sure to vary his route between running on the ground and swing between the trees so that his tracks would not be easily followed.

After a half hour of running with still no sight of Na’vi, Netyam finally allowed himself to slow down. Getting out may have been the scary part but he still had to navigate his way home and he had little to go off of. He figured, however, that if he could find his way to the hallelujah mountains he would know the rest of the way. If only Neteyam had been conscious during their ride to the clan, maybe then he could have remembered part of the path. Regardless, he had no ikran so doing it by foot was going to be different than flying.

A few hours later the boy had only managed to get more and more confused. He tried to track certain animals that he knew visited the mountains but couldn’t find a trail that didn’t simply lead back to their cave or nest. Neteyam was, however, able to find enough food and water from the plants and rivers in order to sustain him moving forward.

Things took a turn for the worse when he saw storm clouds starting to roll in. Within a matter of minutes the sun was blocked and rain was falling in sheets upon the forest. Even with the protection of the giant trees overhead Neteyam found himself soaked to the bone. Rain was not something he necessarily minded since it was known to rain a lot in their village but it did make his task even more difficult. There was no hope of following tracks anymore as they quickly washed away into muddy rivers.

The hours dragged on and Neteyam found his legs begging for relief from the constant gripping through the mud but he did not let up. His confidence slowly started to wither as he realized his family never let him out in the rain for more than a couple hours before returning home to their shared family tent, safe from the pelting onslaught. He daydreamed of his father creating a warm crackling fire as he sat around it with the rest of his siblings. His parents would share the story of how they first met once again, but he never minded. The omega could listen to the story all day long. Oh how he yearned to be loved the same way his parents loved each other.

His thoughts then betrayed him as they drifted towards the certain Olo’eyktan he was leaving behind. Body and soul ached for the comfort he had felt the past few nights in the alpha’s arms. He was sure that if he had stayed he would be cuddled in a tent safe from the rain, perhaps eating some of his favorite fruits instead of stomping through the wilderness utterly lost.

Caught between two worlds, he numbly continued forward. To find his way back to his family or let himself fall for the alpha watching over him. To Neteyam he felt that no matter which he chose his heart would always have a piece yearning for the other. Perhaps though, time away from Kxolo would snap him back to his senses and his family could help him heal from that yearning. After all, his father was sure to have his best interest in mind, keeping the omega away from Kxolo.

The boy was eventually forced to stop as his legs started giving out on him. At this point he had been walking for a solid five hours and wading through the puddles and mud for half of it. He tried to choose a spot behind the different plants and leaves, keeping him out of sight. Truly the omega wished he could’ve kept going as stopping made his anxiety start to spike, but there was nothing to help it. He told himself he would only close his eyes for five minutes before continuing on his way.

Completely limp against the tree trunk covered in mud and muscles groaning from head to toe, Neteyam drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, there was no way of telling how long he was out with the clouds still covering the sun. However, Neteyam was relieved to find that eclipse had not started. Still, it was way longer than intended and there is no saying what amount of ground the search party could have covered during his rest.

Luckily his legs had gained back their strength so the boy was able to take to the trees. He climbed quickly up the tree he had slept upon. The higher he got the more he was able to see but there was still no way of seeing which way home was. What he did, however, see was the village he had left behind far off in the distance. He couldn’t help but be relieved that he had not simply been walking around the village in circles. Then again, were that true there would be no way he would’ve gone so long without being spotted.

Sounds of nearby hoofprints made the omega freeze in descent down the trunk. From the sounds of it he could tell it had to be at least a dozen direhorses but their footsteps did not match with that of a stampede. With the footsteps then came the sporadic yips and calls from Na’vi. He dared not breathe or move an inch from his spot.

“I can’t find a single track in this rain.” A familiar voice echoed below. He recognized it as Epok who Neteyam couldn’t help but to feel bad for. He prayed that Olo’eyktan wouldn’t be too harsh for losing him. Although, hunting him down in the storm had to be punishment enough.

“I know. Forget the tracks and just keep your eyes peeled. He could have only gone so far.”

Pain seared through his thighs as he continued to strain them around the tree trunk. Neteyam could tell that his grip was starting to slip. Could he risk the warriors hearing him all so that he could lower himself down onto a branch below for footing? They were already keeping a sharp eye for any movement around. There was no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on for dear life.

“What’s the hold up? We still have more ground to cover.” The sounds of hooves died off into the distance.

His muscles groaned as he lowered himself down to a branch. Looking out across the tree he could spot the various Na’vi making up the search party. They had gone a distance but still they could easily turn around and catch up to Neteyam if he were to reveal his location. At the same rate though, could he really count on them never spotting him in the tree? What if Kxolo had Na’vi searching on ikran? Surely they would be searching higher ground soon and at that point Neteyam would be done for. What would the alpha do if he found him? What type of punishment would await him?

With that thought in mind, Neteyam carefully transitioned from tree to tree moving in the opposite direction of the crowd. The rain had finally started to let up until barely a sprinkle misting the greenery. Ironically, Neteyam found this a curse as the pounding rain was no longer a sound buffer for his movements. He was forced to slow down his progression in order to stop branches from cracking or leaves bustling too loudly.

He was almost down to the forest floor once more when his foot slipped on a patch of moss. With a yelp, he fell the last few feet to the forest floor and landed on his hands and knees clumsily. Unfortunately for the omega, he had landed in a large patch up Helicoradian that all closed in on themselves loudly at the disturbance. He prayed that the sounds would simply be played off as wildlife but those hopes were instantly crushed at the sound of cries and hooves advancing closer.

His location had been revealed so all that was left to do was run. He sprang to his feet and instantly broke out into a sprint. Neteyam didn’t let the roots or other obstacles slow down the pumping of his legs as he acted purely on instinct. He trusted his body to react to his surroundings in time to make it through without injury. He swerved sharply to the right and left randomly in an attempt to throw the search party off. His breaths came out in harsh pants and diaphragm contracted so drastically that it hurt his whole body to push the air in and out, but he didn’t stop.

Adrenaline pushed him to go even faster as he heard the calls getting closer and closer. His legs flew across the ground so fast he was unable to completely stop himself upon the sight of the direhorse now in front of him. Ankles skidded deep into the mud making him fall back onto his bum in an attempt to stop. The rider went to dismount but Neteyam was already flying off in the other direction. He didn’t make it far before another horse was in his path. The search party quickly surrounded him.

To his great horror, Olo’eyktan sat there upon one of the horses, eyes boring into the boy’s skull. Panicking, the omega dropped into a crouch and hissed back at the advancing Na’vi. He had no weapons, no route out, and a towering alpha stomping his way. The boy surged to the left of Kxolo, but was caught by a strong grip around the base of his que. He whimpered, forced to lean against the alpha. Another strong arm manhandled the boy to be pressed back against the Olo’eyktan. No amount of struggling released him.

“Where do you think you are going, naughty boy?” The infuriated growl brushed against his ear. A yank to his que forced the boy to look up and meet the alpha’s eyes. His expression was stone cold with eyebrows raised back at the younger boy. The omega felt his heart in his throat looking back at the domineering alpha. He leaned down closer to the omega with a chilling slowness. “Your. Ass. Is. Mine.” The hiss came out so low Neteyam swore he could feel it vibrating into his chest.

#avatar way of water #avatar smut #avatar fanfiction #sub neteyam #omega neteyam #omegaverse #abo universe #alpha oc #avatar wow #dad jake sully #toruk makto #pandora #neteyam fanfiction #awow neteyam

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Hello гайхалтай хүн! Wow! Never actually thought you would do my request but im very happy about it!! Could i ask for another request

So basically reader is ghosts son and reader is in middle school. Ghost is off on a mission and reader is at home when a zombie apocalypes happens and when ghost finally arrives at his house he finds the house in horrible condition, reader is no where to be found and ghost thinks that reader is dead. Fast forward to about 2 to 4 years and tf141 is searching for a place to stay and then price mentions a military base that was in a wooded area far from any town or city with high strong walls, so they were going there when a pack of wolves and dogs stop them and circle around them and they know that cant win this one bc for every one person theres 5 wolves but then a masked figure with a gun walks towards them and he is about to kill them when ghost says something and reader instantly recognizes ghosts voice, orders the wolves and dogs to stand down and goes "dad?" While taking off his mask, then the two share a hug and reader takes them to the base which was turned into a survival base and theres about 11 teens there that reader rescued and the base has a few animals such as cows, chickens, cats and ofcourse the dogs with clean running water and all of the teens have a job such as taking care of the animal, making defense weapons for when zombies come and farmers. Reader also became super cold and stoic and took in the role of leader, ordering the people around to make sure they all survive. And then a tornado was forming so reader goes into leader mode and immidiatly starts to tell the teens what to do and after the tornado passes (safely) reader and tf141 share some quality time together and reader bonds with his dad again?🥰

Again, thank you so much for doing my request!

I am very gratefull!!♡

Teen reader with dad Ghost during the zombie apocalypse

The zombie apocalypse, reader is traumatised, Ghost thinks reader is dead for a couple years, tornado, reader has a barn, gore mentions, blood mentions.

You where 13 at the time it all happened

Ghost, or as you called him “dad” was your father, he was a single father after your mother left for some other guy

You where happy with your dad, your averaged sized home and overall your life

Since Ghost was in the military he went on mission often, he cut down since you where born but he still went out on missions, I mean he had to make money somehow

You had some friends of you dad who would check up on you everyday and make sure you where safe and sound

One day, the day Simon was supposed to get back, you where walking home from school

It was dark outside since you stayed back in the library to finish an assignment

As soon as you unlocked the door you heard growling

You turned around and saw something that would haunt you forever

A grotesque looking man, looked like he was decaying, literally, with blood and bits of flesh dangling from his mouth as he stumbled/ran towards you

You dropped your bag in fear of the man

You immediately ran inside and locked the door

From your dads perspective he was in the car with the 141 when he saw it

The town around them was in chaos

Some buildings were aflame, some broken into, and some bordered up

But what stuck out the most was the disgusting, erratic people devouring others around them

His mind immediately switched to you, where you safe? Were where you? What if you got hurt?

“Turn this fuckin car around John we’re going to my place I need to see if [names] ok” Ghost said sternly

Price wasted no time turning the car around and speeding to your place

When they got there he was mortified to find a young looking person, most of their body torn to shreds except for their legs and arms, face not even there anymore

But what stood out to them was the bloody backpack… it was yours

He didn’t even have any time to grieve before Price yanked him back into the car and sped off back to the closest military base

3 years later, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price where all walking together in the forest in hopes of finding food

It had been 3 years since the zombie outbreak and 3 years since you had died

Simon became visibly colder, not caring about himself when fighting, feeding himself last, drinking last. It was like he didn’t care if he lived or died

That’s when they came across an abandoned military base in the woods

They had no fucking clue why it was there but decided to snoop anyways

As soon as they opened the door to the main area they heard a gun click

“Don’t fucking move. Drop all your gear” they heard a youngish voice say

They turned to see a teenager, looked to be around 16-18 but hard to tell since they had a mask on their face, holding a hunting rifle up at them

They did as they where told

Simon spoke up

“We’re not here for trouble we where just here to see if this place had any supplies, we’ll be outta your hair now.” He had his hands raised

That’s when the figure faltered. Pausing for a moment before lowering the gun

“…dad?” They heard them ask

The figure dropped their gun and pulled off their mask

Simon felt his heart jump

It was you, his beautiful child

You ran up to him and suffocated him with a hug

He pulled off his mask and hugged you tightly back

“Oh my god [name] I thought you where dead?!” He sobbed

Your reunion was short lived as another member of your team ran up to you

“We have a tornado forming on the east! We need to lock all the windows and doors now!” They basically yelled

You all sprung into action and after everything was set up and done you all formed back into a group

There where 11 other teenagers, ranging from what looked to be 14-19

You where at the front of the group

“Ok we can’t panic in a moment like this, don’t open any doors leading outside until we are completely sure it’s safe. If there’s someone outside who needs our help. Do not help them…” your voice was stern and loud, commanding even

You walked off and met up with your dad again

Before he could talk with you he looked over and saw a pack of 5 wolves all sitting together

“Bloody fuckin hell!” He stumbled back

“Oh don’t worry, they’re tame, they help us hunt.” You started to list of each of their names

“We also have some other animals in the other room, we made it into a makeshift barn!” You seemed almost excited, completely opposite of your demeanour 2 seconds ago

You lead the 141 to the other room, there was animals like cows, sheep, dogs, cats, chickens, a whole ass farm

“We also have running clean water!” You seemed so proud of yourself as you closed the barn door

Simon felt himself tear up “my strong child, I missed you so much I’m so happy to see you alive.” You where shocked for a moment before hugging him back tightly

“I missed you too dad” you smiled as you both cried together

Eventually the tornado passed and nothing was damaged

But the entire time you where catching up on the recent year, introducing each other to your team mates and you even showed him your modded military weapons you had

He was unbelievably proud of you and so so proud to be your father

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader

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FrUK hanahaki AU, part 2! (Part 1)

So, Arthur tried a mysterious spell to get rid of his love crush infatuation unfortunate mental affliction for Francis and it’s left him with a good dose of the blooming cough. How does the land of Shakespeare, Milton, and Keats react to this?

Arthur:………………..FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!! *Coughing fit*

Seems about right 👍

Anyway, the writing’s on the wall now. Arthur is a brave nation who likes to solve his problems alone and hates to show weakness, but even he has his limits. Swallowing his pride (and a few petals) he goes to talk to Norway and Romania. Arthur doesn’t admit outright why he’s there (he’s not that desperate yet!) and instead shows them Atlantis’s spell. He hopes his friends might have a way to reverse it, but no luck. The magic looks too old and unstable. Norway says an antidote could take years of study or even decades. Arthur feels his heart sink. He knows he doesn’t have years. As he is now, one year might be pushing it.

Arthur swallows more pride (and petals) and goes to talk to his last hope: Yao. China isn’t a wizard himself, but he is one of the most magically attuned nations (can still see his dragons and the like). He’s also the only remaining nation who met Atlantis. Yao was a fresh faced youth during Plato’s “Single day and night of misfortune” when Atlantis sunk into the sea and was lost forever. They have tea and Arthur relies on a millennia of diplomacy to bring up the subject delicately: nothing gets Yao to shut up like a box faster than mentioning Atlantis. Arthur can’t afford to be kicked out. He needs detail that only Yao can give.

It’s not easy. The moment Yao sees the book and realises what Arthur wants, the atmosphere in the room turns arctic. Yao tells Arthur to drop it. Arthur won’t. Yao angrily tells Arthur to leave. Arthur won’t. Yao is about to try and throw Arthut out, when pain burns Arthur’s throat and chest and he doubles up, coughing. He can’t catch every petal and one flutters down to Yao’s feet. Yao picks it up, hand shaking.

“Oh, England,” he whispers. “Oh, you fool…”

It’s a long time before the fit subsides and Arthur can speak. China helps him to a chair and brings more tea. There’s no point pretending now: Yao knows. Arthur looks at the sheer, crushing pity on his face and is furious, mortified, and terrified all at once. Just from that look, he has his answer he came for: Atlantis cursed himself with hanahaki while trying to get rid of unwanted romantic feelings for someone. The curse won out, and Atlantis was doomed. Arthur asks who it was that Atlantis loved. Yao says it was Ancient Rome, or Grandpa Rome as the young nations knew him. Atlantis fell for the great empire in his early days when he was just a small city state. But the feelings weren’t returned and Atlantis, who was a master sorcerer, took drastic measures. Then all the other ancients could do was watch in horror as the disease consumed his entire being - land, people, culture - body and soul, until the cataclysm.

Now the same will happen to Arthur, to Britain, unless they do something. Arthur says there must be a cure, they just have to find it! He’s been through worse than this. He’s not beaten yet. A reversal of the spell would take too long but, there must be another cure out there. There must be! (Cope, Arthur, cope)

Then Yao sends him into another choking fit by demanding to know why he doesn’t just confess to Francis already

Once he calms down, Arthur asks WTF mate and Yao gives him the biggest “I am four thousand years old are you shitting me” look in existence. Did Arthur think he was being subtle about his feelings for Francis or something? Nope! Nope! So much nope! So just confess already, Arthur! Confess and get cured before it’s too late

Arthur is thunderstruck - he thought he hid his affliction masterfully! - but he recovers and retorts that Yao is wrong, it’s not Francis. It’s totally someone else! Totally absolutely! Someone else. Yao doesn’t know him (he lives in Canada). Yao gives him the look again. Arthur ignores it and says thank you very much for the tea but now he must leave immediately, goodbye forever. Yao calls after him that he can deny as much as he likes, but confessing is his only hope at this point. So don’t be a coward, Arthur! Your people need you. Confess!

Arthur pretends not to hear

Confessing would do no good anyway. Not when Francis doesn’t love him back

No confession! He’ll find a cure instead

When he gets home, the next fit brings up the first full flower

(I’m cutting it here for now, but I hope you’re enjoying my rambles! Stay tuned for part 3 at some point.

Should also mention that just for this AU, Arthur represents the British Isles rather than just England. So this is an alternate history where the Republic of Ireland never split from the United Kingdom. Also, UK bros Wales, Scotty, and N. Ireland don’t exist, like in early Hetalia. I call Arthur “England” a few times just because I’m used to it, but, in reality, he’s either “Britain” or “British Isles.” Otherwise what I have planned wouldn’t work (´ε｀ )♡)

#hetalia #fruk #hws england #hws france #aph england #aph france #my posts #hanahaki

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REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE . / for ezra .

ICON by jaden ━━ ❝ i am not a mayan, i'm a menace (menace) / it's wild, you can lie like a professor / i don't got the time to put you on the stretcher (stretcher) / i am here and i'm still flexing (flexing) / i am just an icon living / start a record label, msfts just did it, whoa / i'm high snob, cover five minutes, whoa / we are so hot in the business (woo) . ❞

DNA by kendrick lamar ━━ ❝ i got power, poison, pain and joy inside my dna / i got hustle though, ambition, flow inside my dna / i was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception / i transform like this, perform like this, was yeshua new weapon . i don't contemplate, i meditate, then off your fucking head . ❞

FED UP by ghostemane ━━ ❝ wind up in the wrong mindset / might've wound up with the wrong set of friends / on a benzo bender withdrawal, never go back, no / say a prayer to someone who cares / ain't nobody listenin', or they left you on read again / never again will i put my faith in a religion / no god or satan gonna make me understand i'm dealt a bad hand . ❞

KNIFE TALK by drake , 21 savage , project pat ━━ ❝ smith & wesson, i'm 4L gang reppin' / we done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah) / kappa alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin' / who you checkin'? this fn shoot east to west end (gang) . ❞

D-DAY by agust d ━━ ❝ in a world full of hate / hatе is even more unnеcessary (okay) / lotus flowers bloom brilliantly even in mud / a feeling of inferiority, self-loathing compared to others / aim your gun at these things starting today (yeah, yeah, yeah) . what are you? break the limits, man . ❞

WORST BEHAVIOR by drake ━━ ❝ fuck you bitch, i'm more than high / my momma probably hear that and be mortified / this ain't the son you raised who used to take the acura / 5 a.m. then go and shoot degrassi up on morningside / for all the stuntin', i'll forever be immortalized / yeah, back and forth across the border line / hate to leave the city, but i've got to do the overtime . ❞

& 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

❝ ❛ dear god , ❜ she prayed , ❛ let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. ❜ ❞ ━━ betty smith , a tree grows in brooklyn

❝ i am nothing special ; just a common man with common thoughts , and i've led a common life . there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten . but in one respect i have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived : i've loved another with all my heart and soul ; and to me , this has always been enough . ❞ ━━ nicholas sparks , the notebook

❝ do you think there's a difference ? between belonging with and belonging to ? ❞ ━━ jenny han , to all the boys i've loved before

❝ have you ever hoped for something ? and held out for it against all the odds ? until everything you did was ridiculous ? ❞ ━━ ali shaw , the girl with glass feet

❝ do not despise your own place and hour . every place is under the stars , every place is the center of the world . ❞ ━━ john burroughs , studies in nature and literature

❝ i believe in love . i believe in hard times and love winning . i believe marriage is hard . i believe people make mistakes . i believe people can want two things at once . i believe people are selfish and generous at the same time . i believe very few people want to hurt others . i believe that you can be surprised by life. i believe in happy endings . ❞ ━━ isabel gillies, happens every day : an all - too - true story

tagged by : @spidersiren ( HELLO MY BABY HELLO MY HONEY ) tagging : @novaragno , @arachstar , @arachnidiots , @chimugukuru , @imsobrooklyn + highly encourage anyone else !

#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀EZRA KANG⠀⠀.#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀EZRA KANG⠀⠀:⠀⠀INTROSPECTION⠀⠀.#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀DASH GAMES⠀⠀.#i put so much time into this #someone please read that last quote and join hands with me #it's as ezracore as it gets #long post tw

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sometimes I say things like "I'm always happy to answer questions about schizotypal personality disorder and psychosis to help my fellow writers out!" and sometimes people will say things like "hey logan I'd love it if you'd answer some questions about schizotypal personality disorder and psychosis to help me, a fellow writer, out!" and I am delighted by this and I say things like "absolutely, of course, for sure, I'm delighted by this!" and then I never get around to doing it. because of the schizotypal personality disorder

#avolition! paranoia! social anxiety! mostly avolition! n just in general being so.... not socially motivated...... conversation-wise #i really do wanna help but then sometimes i blink and its been A YEAR and I'm like #whoops! that felt like two months. now i look like an asshole #this has happened. a few times. and i am forever mortified #but also its like #well i recently joined a discord server for trans schizotypals n someone in the general chat was like #its pretty quiet in here how come no ones talking #and its just like. well. we are a discord server full of schizotypals #i know we can be a chatty bunch under the right circumstances but social anxiety and paranoia kinda comes with the territory #anyway my point is #*shrivels up in horror and weeps because I'm so mortified*#i never consider myself NOT going to respond. i always consider myself Going To Respond Eventually #then i psych myself out #anyway this is on the brain bc i recently reached out abt helping someone n now I'm like #hahaha #oh I'll do my best but lmao. my track record is not fantastic #like. SOMETIMES I DO GET AROUND TO IT #and i am genuinely thrilled and excited!!!!!#but oh. oh sometimes i just put it off for weeks and weeks and months and months #oh dear #none of it for any particular reason aside from Brain Simply Will Not #it is my own fault but like. hngh

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@blupjeansweek Day 7: Free Day

Y’know Barry really never thought he’d be in a princess-and-the-frog type situation. Like, forgive him for thinking magic wasn’t real. And forgive him even more for expressing his doubts to an asshole wizard. But it had been a good hundred years since he got cursed to live forever in the body of a doll and he still hadn’t found his true love, let alone kissed them.

Not from lack of trying. He couldn’t exactly fault people for not wanting to kiss a small, horrifying porcelain doll.

In the past fifty years or so, magic had become more mainstream. The stories Barry grew up with about spooky witches, dangerous mythical creatures, and terrifying demons had become an everyday norm. The owner of the thrift shop Barry currently resided in was a werewolf himself and was personally one of the nicest people Barry had ever known. He made Barry was large dollhouse to live in, so he wouldn’t have to sit among the other (lifeless) dolls. He took his lunch breaks with Barry and while Barry couldn’t eat, they had very nice conversations.

For the first time in years, his life finally broke free from the sad cycle he had been in. And, even more amazing (or maybe, even worse), Barry had a crush on someone.

He had long since given up on True Love’s Kiss or whatever. To be honest, he couldn’t remember half of what was said in the curse in the first place, but True Love’s Kiss put too much pressure on a relationship right off the bat. Also, Barry was very bad at talking to people. The werewolf store owner- Magnus, that is- was fine. Most of the employees here were fine. Hell, even the customers were chill when he had to interact with them. But something about Lup made Barry’s brain go all fuzzy and he could never get the words out correctly.

Embarrassing, if you were a human person. Downright mortifying as a talking doll.

“-and it’s not like I was trying to be mean to him,” Lup was saying. Barry had his flimsy arms resting on top of a book, his head in his hands. “But like, what the hell am I supposed to do when my brother comes home with a guy whose family literally used to run a business that hunted mythical creatures? Like, we’re elves, babe, did you forget? Was I supposed to not try to hurt him? Does Taako even remember what happened in 1932?”

“Probably not,” Barry said. Lup’s shoulders sagged.

“Probably not,” she agreed. “He’s gonna get himself hurt, though.”

“Sometimes that’s what happens,” Barry said.

“Yeah but there’s a difference between “getting hurt” and “this guy has the tools to kill you and might use them”.”

“That’s, uh, that’s true,” Barry said. “But do you really think Taako’d bring him home if he wasn’t at least a semi-good person? Would he risk your safety like that?”

“No,” Lup said, though she didn’t seem happy with it. “Guess not.”

“He’s an adult,” Barry said.

“He’s still acting like he’s seventy,” Lup grumbled. She ran her hands over her face, scrubbing at her eyes. “You’re right. Again.”

“I’m always right,” Barry said. Lup snorted, flicking the tip of his hat. Barry batted her hand away. They settled into a round of easy silence, watching different patrons pursue the aisles. Giving advice to Lup was always a lot easier than just talking to her. At least he could say some useful things then. If she asked him about his day or anything, he’d be a mess. Granted, he was a mess at most other times, so maybe advice-giving was just his exception.

“Hey, Barry?” Lup asked after a few minutes of watching one customer sort through their picture frames.

“Uhm, yeah, Lup?”

“Taako and his new babe and I are gonna go clubbing,” she said. “Meaning that Taako’s gonna get shitfaced drunk and I’m gonna grill that dude to hell and back. And I was wondering if you, uh, if you wanted to tag along or not?”

“I can’t drink anything,” Barry blurted out before he could stop himself. Lup turned to look at him, smiling.

“Wasn’t asking you to,” she said. “I’m gonna need some backup with this guy. Figured you're as good as anyone.”

No one had asked Barry to go anywhere in years, let alone clubbing. He was suddenly grateful that his expression couldn’t change much now as a doll, because he’d be blushing terribly right now.

“Oh, uh, then sure!” Barry said. From just behind Lup, he could see a customer starting to shove as many picture frames as he could into his bag.

“When should I pick you up?”

“I mean,” Barry shrugged. “Any time is fine. You, uh, you know where I live.” He nodded off to the right, where Magnus had placed his house in the back room.

“I’ll be by at six-thirty, then,” Lup said. She winked. “Wear your best.”

Like Barry could change clothes. He snorted.

“I’ll find myself a cool jacket from the toys section,” he said. Lup laughed. And then, out of moral obligation, he said, “the guy behind you is stealing all the picture frames.”

“Shit,” Lup said, standing up and turning around. Picture frame man’s bag was full and awkwardly pointy from the edges of the frames. “Sir, we’re not gonna let you in again if you keep doing this!”

#blupjeansweek2022 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #minor taakitz n taako mention but not enough to tag i think #mine #ise cube writing #tw drinking #tw alcohol #tw drinking mention #ask to tag

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smallblip · 3 years

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Forever Fifteen

Levihan | Part I of Good Bones | written for Levihan Week 2021- Memory (day 6)

It’s on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/33635872

“Hello stranger…”

Hanji doesn’t have to look behind her to know who it is. Already, she’s pulling a cigarette case from the inner pocket of her jacket. She holds one out to her side, and with a brush of cold fingers against hers, it’s gone. Her heart beats out of her chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through this before! This should be as mundane as- doing the laundry.

She turns to face him, scanning him from his nice dress shoes to the way his hair is slicked back, an exaggerated simper on her face.

“What’s a handsome stranger like you doing in a place like this?”

He scoffs. “The party’s not over yet…”

“I know…” she replies, tilting her head to get a better look at her company. “I’m just watching…”

He follows her gaze to the courtyard below the balconies, to where Jean is sitting with Mikasa. Just- talking.

“Happened right under our noses…” Hanji chuckles. Oh right… she mutters when Levi gestures for the light. There’s a little fumbling because of Hanji’s penchant for pockets, but she finds the box of matches eventually. She strikes one and holds it close to Levi. A bright little light that burns embers into the greys of his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes have made a permanent home under his skin, and there are now lines carved into the shadows. When did those get there?

As always, Levi is the first to look away.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?” He raises a brow.

Jean is now laughing at something. Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. In the many years he has known these damned kids, he hasn’t once laughed at anything Mikasa has to say. Jean must be a fool then. Jean is a fool because he listens too well to Hanji. Listens when she tells him he should go for it if that’s what he wants. Tell her a good pickup line, swap a few jokes, share a little fruitcake. Easy.

Hanji gasps dramatically, “as Commander of the Survey Corps, I would like to remind you that I am well aware of the policy against fraternisation!”

“That never stopped you…” Levi answers. But oh it has. The people who knew them as lovers are now dust. And now the rumours speak for them, past prefixed to lovers as a way to explain the familiarity, as a way to grow the distance.

Oh it has stopped them.

“Never stopped you either… If only they knew the great Captain Levi wrote crazy ol’ Hanji Zoë a love letter in his youth…” Hanji chuckles, a little too brave so it must be the alcohol, because she feels anything but brave lately. Her laughter is a little too bright for the night. A little too beautiful and familiar that it makes Levi smile. There’s a spray of pink on his cheekbones. The thought of people knowing the details is mortifying to say the least. But no one will know. This secret will be buried in a shared grave. A cosy little grave that gets a little damp in the summer. But they’ll brave the heat. Good things happen in the sun. Good for the linens too. Just- not good enough to untether the smell of Hanji’s skin from the fabric of his sheets.

“Do you remember what was in that letter?” She continues.

He doesn’t look at her now. His gaze is fixed on Jean’s fidgeting and he thinks of his own attempts at romance. His own little love story that blossomed beautifully and died tragically as they grew older. When they were put in charge for lives outside their own. When Erwin had named Hanji the next in line for the cursed role of Commander. One last night with her. One kiss and a handshake and a- hello stranger, my name is Hanji Zoë.

Levi. He had replied, just Levi.

He remembers Pyxis’ smug little “maybe your boyfriend can help with the mission” and Hanji’s vacuous, unthinking “oh he’s not my boyfriend anymore…”. The look on Pyxis’ face had been one for the books- a genuine surprise from coming by two pieces of information. So they are exes. The rumours were true. Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. Levi had launched a kick at Hanji’s shin under the table. Never in Levi’s life had he wished so much for the earth to swallow him whole.

“No…”

He says. It’s not lying if she knows what he really means. If she can tell, between each drag of her cigarette, what he’s thinking.

And she can. Oh she can.

He lets the memory dance across his eyes. That night at the pub, two kids puffing out their chests so they wouldn’t rouse suspicions (not that people care much in the Underground), listening to the men sing songs about love. Oh what Levi would give be young again. To look at Hanji, really look at her for the first time and have his mind play static on loop. To realise that for the rest of his life he’ll only be mesmerised by her.

She chuckles. Another drag of her cigarette, two taps to watch the ash drip. A wink.

“We must be getting old then, Levi…” She says, “in a few years we’ll be a couple of old prunes, you and I…”

Levi smiles at her. He’s never really thought about the mechanics of growing old. But he thinks the image is nice. Of Hanji tracing pruny fingers along the length of his pruny skin where the crescent scars sit in the leather of his skin. And he’ll remind her of the time when they kids, because that’s what old couples do right? Tease each other endlessly, talk about the ambiguity of the good old days, reminisce over long walks? Levi wants the complete works. He laughs to himself, a private little joke that simmers to a murmur-

Four-eyed prune…

It’s a little later when Hanji decides maybe it’s time to stop eavesdropping and get back to the party. The musicians announce the last dance of the night. The trumpets trail after the saxophone and the sound is something grand. And Hanji asks Levi if he wants to dance, because she’s a sucker for romantics, even though she’ll never admit it. And she knows Levi is too. And Hanji thinks life must still be pretty sweet if she’s dancing with her ex lover with a sea of memories between them and the abject refusal to explicate the boundaries of exes. Because it’s hard to forget. Because it’s hard to wash your lover’s scent from your sheets. No matter how hard you scrub, no matter how much the sunlight eats at the fabric and bleaches it. So much so that Hanji thinks it’s all in her head. The smell of his skin, the taste of cigarettes on his tongue- he only smokes with her, only with her- the ghost of his breath against the shell of her ear.

And Levi’s heart is beating out his chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through worse! We scrubbed at the sheets until our fingers were raw and pruny, remember?

But with Hanji it’s hard to catch a break. He knows. He’s dealt with this for so long that he doesn’t even flinch when she tells him-

“You’re my best friend, Levi…”

But she recognises all the signs. The slight twitch of the corner of his lips, the creasing of the skin between his brows, the sadness in his eyes so bright that she has to avert her gaze.

“Do you tell all the boys that when you dance with them?”

He answers. And she hears the rhythmic grate of the sheets against the washing board.

Forgetting is hard.

“I don’t dance with other boys…” She replies, channeling Hanji Zoë at fifteen- was it sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen maybe? Hanji Zoë who would sneak into the boy’s barracks to make out with her boyfriend in the dead of night and scurry back under the sheets before anyone found out. “You know I like you the most…”

“Good…”

He says. And he’s Levi- a few years older than she had been, a little too curt, a little too much misplaced possessiveness, thinking to himself that maybe love isn’t so icky and banal. Thinking maybe this is what his mother had promised him. This is all that’s beautiful.

He leans his chin against her shoulder, wrestling against the caution thrown at his beating heart.

Let them talk. Let them say we were lovers in a past life. Because that’s all we are.

Hanji presses her temple against his. The familiarity is jarring in all the ways a stain is. Bright mustard yellow against white cotton, evidence of a split second stupid decision to eat on the duvet. This is a cumulation of mustard moments then- a stain so big the entire world turns yellow.

“I like you the most too…” Levi says, voice low like this is a secret. Like as if the whole of Paradis Island doesn’t already know.

Hanji chuckles, and the vibration that spreads from her bones to his makes him blush. He knocks his temple against hers. Stupid Hanji. Stupid mustard stain.

“Liar…” she laughs. The word is a breath that caresses his cheek. But she knows him- this boy Erwin collected from the underground city. He got under her skin and she proceeds to make it her job to get under his. She had greeted him with scars on his forearm and in return, she walked away with a bruised eye, a broken nose, and an epiphany. And in the years after- the good years- they do what every teenager would do-

fuck around and fall in love.

Levi pulls apart, and in that moment, his lips brush against her neck- fleeting casualness befitting a hey big idiot. It’s the hottest day in the history of mankind but I’ll brave the stickiness to kiss your sweaty neck. Befitting a lifelong stain of a crush on a stain of a human being that will never quite go away.

It’s hard to forget.

Hanji watches as Jean crosses the hall back to where Connie and Sasha are. A sheepish grin plastered on a bright red face. The two tease him endlessly and as always, Jean swats them away, trying to maintain his cool. Hanji knows nothing really happened, but his reaction can only mean hopeful possibility. She smiles.

“Hey, do you think we would’ve worked out?”

Hanji asks when they’re walking back to the barracks, her jacket concealing a few bottles of alcohol. The other bottles have found their way to Levi’s reluctant hands. They’ve been through this before. It’s okay now. After all, comfort is a stained duvet. Soon, she’ll have to bid him farewell with a goodnight, stranger. But for now, Levi answers without looking at her.

“Yeah…” he replies, matter of fact, “we’ve got good bones…”

Oh be still! Hanji feels betrayed that her heart- a wretched thing so broken- still beats the same for him- this beautiful stain of a human being. This moment is living, breathing nostalgia. What had they been before one another? Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. How could anything bad ever happen to them. She grins at him.

“The best…”

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SWEET NOTHINGS, BITTER ENDINGS PART II.

SUMMARY: in which your precious life is ended through a cruel twist of fate by your beloved brother.

WARNINGS: blood, profanity + SPOILERS for KNY chapter 115

A/N: link to part one.

He heard a deafening roar cry out from a distance away as crows frantically flapped out of the trees and into the sky above.

A demon?

Sheathing his blade, the hashira began to sprint to the source of the noise coming from the east.

The first scent he picked up on was blood. It was faint, but it was there. But it wasn’t demon blood.

Human blood?

As he continued to travel east, heart racing, he heard crashing up ahead and quickly dove into a nearby bush to scout out the intruder. Narrowing his eyes, he spotted a flash of pink and green. Mitsuri?

He cautiously searched the area for any signs of demons before following after the pink haired girl.

“Kanroji!” he barked as the girl’s head perked up at the sound of her name. She whipped around, her green eyes lighting with relief.

“Sanemi!” She bounded over to him, grasping his shoulders tightly with shaking arms. "Sanemi, where did (Y/N) go? Did you meet up with her?"

His veins turned to ice. The human blood he smelled. The spine-chilling roar he heard.

Sanemi opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a petrified shake of his head.

The light green eyes facing him widened with fear. "Oh, god... oh god oh god oh god..." She snapped out of her horrified trance as another pained howl pierced through the midnight air and her eyes locked with the wind hashira's once more. Steeling their gazes, the two pillars sped off to the direction of the noise.

If there was one thing Sanemi wished to erase from his memory forever, it would be the sight of his mother, a feral demon ripping her own children to shreds with her own fangs and claws.

If there was another thing Sanemi wished to erase from his memory forever, it would be the horrific scene splayed out in front of him.

Thick ash billowing into the air. The rancid stench of rotten flesh and blood.

The sight of his little sister crouching on the ground.

With pearly white skin.

With raking, hooked claws.

With red, watery eyes.

With glinting ivory fangs.

With the scent of a demon flowing from her body, her limbs, her breaths,

Her blood.

The wind hashira stood paralyzed to the ground, mortified at what he was seeing with his own two eyes.

His little sister.

A demon.

This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“S-sanemi...” a soft whisper sounded from his right. He slowly turned his head to find the love hashira’s horrified gaze locked onto the demon in front of her. “She’s— she...”

Mitsuri began to collapse to the ground, but not before Sanemi could wrap his arms around her frail, trembling body, his mouth still agape.

“What do we do?” she whimpered weakly, still staring in shock at her sister— no, the demon in front of her. “Sanemi, what do we—”

“I don’t know!” he snarled, vengeance and frustration bubbling within his body. Not again. This was not happening to him again. Setting down the girl onto her feet, shuddering hands moved to the sheath of his blade. “She’s— she’s a demon. We... we have to.”

“No!” Mitsuri cried, tackling him to the ground. “Stop! She’s our sister!”

Sanemi clenched his teeth with such resentment that you could hear them scraping against each other. “You think I don’t know that?!” he shouted at his comrade, his harsh voice breaking in his throat. “You think I want to do this?!”

Tears spilled from the green eyes hovering over him, but no words escaped her lips. Her head shook softly, unable to grasp the fact that this was reality. This was real. This wasn’t some cruel nightmare. Her sister was a demon.

Mitsuri fell to the ground as the white-haired pillar shoved past her shoulder, drawing his blade as he stared down the growling demon in front of him.

“(Y-Y/N)...” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle of his sword, gritting his teeth. “You idiot...”

Just then, a flash of purple materialized in front of him and the scent of flora clouded his senses.

“Shinazugawa-san,” the lilting voice warned. “Please step back.”

Sanemi growled, his furious eyes clouding with the urge to shove away the small girl in front of him.

An iron grip suddenly clutched at the sleeve of his haori.

“Stop.” The wind hashira heard the voice he loathed so much speak resolutely into his ear.

“Piss off!” he barked, snapping his arm to release it from the water pillar’s grip. But it was no use, as the hashira’s hold stayed firm. “I’m the only one who can do this! None of you have had to kill your own family members before!”

Giyuu’s eyebrows furrowed with bitterness as he pinned his comrade’s arms behind his back. “That’s enough. We’re taking her back to headquarters to consult with Ubuyashiki. The mission is over.”

The rest of the hashira stared down at the demon in front of them in horror.

The determined eyes, the confident smile, the warm aura of a little sister...

It was all gone.

“A demon...” the stone pillar wept, clasping his hands together and sending a silent prayer to the heavens for their lost sister.

The youngest pillar narrowed his eyes at the demon. “She’s not human at all any more, is she?”

Giyuu pulled on the rope restraining her, shaking his head. “She was... she was trying to speak while we brought her here,” he said softly, recalling how painful it was for the hashira to hear her pained screams and cries as they carried her home. “It seems like... she isn’t able to fully speak yet.”

The demon with the rope around her neck thrashed and snarled, baring her sharp white fangs and clawing at the hashira standing around her. Her catlike pupils dilating, she lunged forward at the flame pillar with a roar. “Rrrahh! He— hckk...” Giyuu tugged on the rope once more, stopping her just a few inches from Rengoku’s chest as she went limp.

“Rengoku-san!” Mitsuri cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. None of the hashira knew what to do with their sister. This monster in front of them.

How were they, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, whose duty is to slay all demons, going to kill their own sister?

Did they have to?

“H-he-lp...”

All heads whipped to their sister crawling on the ground, her mouth agape and her red eyes watering.

“H-hel-p... end... m—”

Something shifted in her eyes. As if she was finally able to see clearly for the first time.

Her crimson orbs widened, her claws reaching to her pale face as though she was making sure she was real. She sat there, knees folded underneath her, touching and patting her demonic body with wonder.

The hashira locked eyes with each other in concern.

Has she regained consciousness? Would she turn malicious? Will she recognize who we are? Does she know we’re her siblings?

A broken sob pierced through the air as all of the pillars turned to the center of the circle once again.

One gnarly claw sat over her heart, the other covering her pale mouth. A steady flow of tears poured from her glistening scarlet eyes as she kept her gaze trained on the ground in front of her.

“I-I’m...”

Giyuu gazed at her with sorrow. Shinobu’s eyes filled with sympathy. Mitsuri clasped her hands over her mouth, letting out a sob. Obanai lightly touched her shoulder. Gyomei’s tears began to flow faster. Sanemi stood paralyzed with shock.

“A... de... mon...”

The wind hashira raised a shaking finger, pointing at his sister kneeling on the ground. “O-oi...” he started, his voice trembling. “She can— she can talk...”

Moving to crouch in front of the demon was the insect pillar who tentatively reached a cautious arm onto her bony white shoulder. “My little butterfly... Can you hear me?”

Crimson eyes slowly slid over to meet violet ones, tears still trickling out of them. Her head nodded at an excruciating pace, seemingly sapping all of her energy.

“Good. I am your older sister, Shinobu, and these are all of your siblings, you see?” Her soft, kind voice unwavered, as though she had comforted demons like this countless times during her life. She turned and swept one arm out to the hashira standing before her, the other trained firmly on the younger girl’s back.

Staring before you were the nine pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. Your nine older siblings locked their grief-stricken eyes with yours. You could barely hear your sister's voice over the thumping sound of blood rushing through your body.

You were so thirsty. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. Forever.

“... friends, okay?” the soft voice carried you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)? Are you still with us?”

You felt your lips part, but no sound came out. Panic rose throughout your body as you tried and failed, and tried and failed again to speak.

The hashira before you looked at each other in concern before the one behind you piped up. “Use your body to speak if you can,” the calm voice spoke. “I’ll keep her on the rope just in case.”

Your stinging eyes moved to meet with pained dark blue ones as his pale hands wrapped firmly around the rope your frail body was attached to.

Nodding slowly— gods, it was so painful— you reached a hand over to one side of your rope-bruised neck and dragged it over to your other side, making a cutting motion.

The hashira gaped at you in horror.

“You... you want us t-to kill you?” The white-haired male yelled, the pulsing veins in his blank eyes straining as they peered into yours.

They were red.

Blood.

You needed blood. You craved it so, so badly. You could feel it bubbling in your gut and spreading from the tips of your clawed toes to your pale white skull. You couldn’t live without blood.

Human blood.

It was everywhere. In a quarter of a millisecond, it was everywhere.

Blood.

Gushing out from a white haori-covered shoulder.

Right underneath your glinting fangs.

Oh, it was delicious.

Terrified screams and the clink of metal cried out from all around you.

But all you could focus on was the taste of blood.

Human blood.

A crack.

You were thrown onto your back. A rope pulled tautly around your neck. The butt of a sword staked right onto your chest.

You cheeks were wet. Why were they wet?

Your eyes stung so badly. Why did they sting?

A strained noise escaped from your throat against your will. “Do— it!”

The voice wasn’t your own.

This body wasn’t your own.

Who were you?

"DO IT!" a voice shrieked from inside you. "DO IT! KILL ME!"

Who... who was saying that?

Nine horrified pairs of eyes stared down at you. Who were they again?

"Please!" the voice was hoarse now. "Please, before I hurt you again!"

The handle of the sword pushing into your chest trembled. You turned to meet the wide eyes of the man with the white hair...

Who was he again?

Oh right, he had the most delicious blood...

But there was something else about him...

Your vision grew red as you remembered the pure ecstasy of drinking in his blood, quenching your never-ending thirst for just a moment...

You craved it again.

Thrashing your body about underneath the sword, you lunged forward, clawing at the man's pale neck.

Petrified gasps sounded from all around you.

A searing pain flooded through your entire body.

There, piercing right through your neck, was a nichirin blade.

And directly in front of your eyes was the green sword hilt of the wind pillar.

Wind pillar.

Your eyes widened in realization as all of your memories of your human life came flooding back into your head.

Shinobu teaching you how to concoct various antidotes and poisons. Mitsuri helping you fit your official Demon Slayer Corps uniform. Rengoku helping you up after a difficult sparring session. Giyuu patting your head before sending you off to the Final Selection. Himejima giving you charms of luck before your first mission.

Sanemi, who had supposedly died to the demon who turned you, in front of you now, with his sword buried into your throat.

“N-nemi—” you managed to croak out, your vision growing dark. All you could focus on was the horrified gaze staring back at you.

"Fuck, (Y/N)!" Sanemi barked. "Why the fuck did you go and do that and kill yourself! Shit! You're gonna fucking die now!" You could see tears on his scarred cheeks.

A tiny, sorrowful smile spread across your face. "Don't cry, Sanemi..." All of your energy poured into this one smile, this one smile to say your goodbyes. "Hey— Nemi... remember, you always said... humans... always get the last laugh, huh?"

The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Sanemi’s frightened eyes.

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cthulhuliet · 3 years

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Hi hi ~~ big fan of your Lawlight work * chef kiss * So, if it serves to inspire you I got this little idea! NSFW A huge hc of mine is that Light loves L reading for him with that hot British accent of his, like come on, L`s dubbed voice with a brit accent??*agressive chef kiss* SOO imagine Light resting his head on L`s lap while L is reading to him and things get lewd in the novel :D maybe things coul get lewd in reality too 👀👀 oh, and another hc of mine is that Light rides D like a pro so ... maybe something with both? if you'd like 👉👈 No pressure at all tho!

Thank you so much for your kind words :') I am a fan of your Lawlight work as well, and even though it took a two weeks or so (my bad) I really hope you enjoy! (it also, as always, turned out to be a lot longer than I meant it).

close your eyes and imagine it

3.1k words | AO3 Link | warnings: explicit content, general kink, you know the drill

Most of the dreams were incomprehensible nonsense, and L had just about given up on the month of April when he saw a long entry that made him pause. His eyes widened at the contents. “Huh.”

Light shifted a little bit to make himself more comfortable, eyes only half open, “Hmm? Find something interesting?”

“I am in this one. Did you frequently dream about me?”

There was a beat, and Light responded coolly, “I cannot remember specifics. Hence, the journal.”

L hummed, a small smirk Light could not see grew on his face, “Well then, I will read this one out loud for your benefit.

The one where Light discovers a dream journal he had written during the Kira investigation and can't help but be embarrassed by L's role in his fantasies. L, of course, does not mind. -

“A dream journal?” L questioned. He closed his laptop and Light smirked, raising an eyebrow, holding the notebook in his hands. L crossed the room and took the journal from Light, “Where did you find this?”

Light shrugged, “On my bookshelf with a lot of my other textbooks and such.”

“How old is this?”

“Was in my late teens, I suspect.”

L flipped through the book idly, Light’s neat handwriting was pleasant and clean compared to L’s own scrawled and messy penmanship. The pages slightly stuck together, as the old notebook seemed to have not been touched in years. L stopped at a page and briefly read the contents and looked at the date, before his own eyes widened.

“Hang on, this is during-”

“The Kira investigation? Yeah.” Light’s slight smirk turned into a large cheshire. “I figured you might be interested in reading what I wrote.”

L bit his bottom lip, looking up at Light, one eyebrow raised, “Does the Death Note still give you nightmares to this day?”

Shrugging, Light came up to L and looked over his shoulder at the notebook, “I mean, sometimes? But I also believe that having nightmares is just a part of being a person.”

“Or you have become so numb to your own murderous tendencies the nightmares do not affect you that much anymore.” L muttered, just loud enough for Light to hear.

He did hear him, of course, and he retaliated by shoving L hard enough for him to fall backwards onto their bed. Light socked L on the arm when he flopped down onto his back as well as L went to read Light’s journal to himself.

“Leave me alone, Light, can’t you see I am busy?” L teased, which earned him another hit on his arm, “You are being bothersome.”

Light crossed his arms, now sitting next to L laying down on the bed, “Those are my dreams, you are not reading without me, obviously.”

“Well then lie down so I can read them to you.” Light was the most frustrating man that L had ever been with. He wouldn’t have him any other way.

L sat up and rested his back against the headboard. Light assumed his usual position and rested his head on L’s lap. L idly put his hands through Light soft brown locks, twirling his soft hair through his fingers.

This was not an unusual position to find the pair in. Light often requests that L read to him, the other man finding the restrained but smooth baritone of L’s voice to be incredibly attractive, but also incredibly calming to listen to. It is not the first time his voice has been complimented, and it certainly will not be the last. Sayu has told L multiple times that he should become a voice over actor. He politely declined. The rest of the people do not matter, really. The only praise he needs is when Light humbly hands him a book he reads before bed, and falls asleep to L’s voice quicker than any amount reading on his own.

“‘ April 1st, 2004: I was present for class at To-Oh university, however we were all forced to give a presentation about when we believe all of our classmates will die and why. This was a horribly dark and drab lecture hall, and I had forgotten my cue cards about why Sakurano Mari was going to die due to dementia .’ This is not exactly a fun read.”

“It was not exactly fun to think about either.”

“I am going to find a different one.”

L used one hand to run his fingers through Light’s hair and the other to flip through the journal, skimming through the contents. Most of the recounts were incomprehensible nonsense, though there is no judgement to be had there. Whenever L does sleep, most of his dreams are disconnected fragments of stories -- feelings and emotions rather than a complete narrative.

L had just about given up on the month of April when he saw a long entry that made him pause. His eyes widened at the contents.

“Huh.”

Light shifted a little bit to make himself more comfortable, eyes only half open, “Hmm? Find something interesting?”

“I am in this one.”

“Are you?”

“Did you frequently dream about me?”

There was a beat, and Light responded coolly, “I cannot remember specifics. Hence, the journal.”

L hummed, a small smirk Light could not see grew on his face, “Well then, I will read this one out loud for your benefit:

“‘ Damn that Ryuzaki. He is plaguing my thoughts not only during the day, but I cannot even escape the damn bastard in my dreams’, I love you too, dearest ,” L sardonically snided. Light pinched his thigh , “ ‘Last night's events were particularly egregious, as this is not the first time something like this has happened, but I feel mortified even writing this down. Though, maybe if I recount what happened (like with the nightmares) these dreams will go down in their numbers.

“‘Ryuzaki and myself were in the library studying next to one another. I was eating a biscotti with tea. As it was in my mouth, Ryuzaki came up and bit off the end of my biscotti and just chuckled at me. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, but I just know I felt really hot an -’”

“L…” Light gripped his thigh dangerously, “What are you doing.” It was phrased as a question, but Light said it as a command. He ignored him. Light was never the one to give out commands anyway.

“‘ I cannot remember much but the next moment Ryuzaki’s lips were on my neck. Everything was fuzzy, but I could feel him biting marks into me and was teasing me by grinding against my di- ’”

Light growled, “I’m taking this away from you. Now.” He moved to sit up, but L’s hand was still in his hair. L gripped his roots harshly and shoved him back down. Light whined at the action, swallowing hard.

“You are not going anywhere.” That was a command, and Light took it as such.

“This is mortifying…” Light muttered against the mattress, his speech breathy.

L hummed and pulled Light’s hair up, forcing him to look at him, “I disagree.” He lied. “You are going to be good and listen to me read this whole thing.”

Light laughed, cocky, though his eyes were glassy with flushed cheeks, “Oh yeah? Or what?”

“Or how about I get to come and you don’t, hmm?” Light opened his mouth and closed it again, face flushed with shame. L let go of his hair and Light buried his head in L’s lap. L smirked and chuckled, “You are so adorable, all blushy and embarrassed…” Light whined at that, running his fingernail down the inside of L’s thigh.

“‘ This is not the first time this has happened, though I have to admit, it was the best incident. Even hazy, I had never felt that sensitive and stimulated. I just wanted to stay like that forever.’” L had one hand on the book, the other held a distracted, but firm, grip in Light’s hair, who was presently biting his lip and running soft strokes over L’s cock. “‘It was even better when I got to put my mouth on Ryuzaki. I have never sucked a dick before, so my brain could only supply what it imagines it feels like, but it was not even that that made it so good. Ryuzaki would hold my hair tight and look down at me while I was on my knees. He kept telling me that I was a slut, but that I was doing such a good job for him. Even before this I thought Ryuzaki had such a nice voice, I wish I could hear him more…’ You think my voice is nice, huh?” L asked, keeping his voice level, as Light’s feather touches became firm palming.

He groaned again, “Tch, shut up.”

“No.” L pulled him by his hair, forcing Light to look him in the eye, “I think it is time you shut up.” In only a few seconds, L manhandled Light and dropped him to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed. L sat at the end, grabbing the journal with one hand and undoing his jeans with the other. “How many times have you sucked dick since writing this? Hundreds?” Light finished the job of removing L’s pants and underwear, his cock standing erect in front of him, “C’mon cock-slut, show me what you got.”

Light eagerly took L in his mouth, expertly utilizing his tongue on his head. L closed his eyes and tried to not become overwhelmed by the sensation. He opened his eyes to see Light’s cocky doe-eyes staring back up at him.

“What was it that you dreamed of? My hand tight in your hair, fucking your mouth, telling you you’re being a good slut, right?” L asked, rhetorically as he returned his hand to harshly grip Light’s locks. He slowly moved Light’s head up and down, spit dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Light’s face was blood red with humiliation and lust, it was perfect.

L bit his lip as Light took him all the way down his throat, refusing to be the one to break first. He picked up the journal again, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the work in front of him. “‘ Ryuzaki kept calling me good boy, telling me I was taking him so well, and never had anyone ever made him feel as good as I was. I felt so overwhelmed. I had never felt such extreme desire for anyone, but I think at that moment I would do anything for him.’ Do you still want to hear all that? Still want me to call you a good boy, and tell you you are taking me so well?”

Light groaned around L’s cock, the vibrations from his throat sent a shiver up his spine and L suppressed a needy whine on his end. After years of doing this, Light knows exactly how to push him to the very edge-- to give him so much and yet not enough.

“‘ My memory gets a little fuzzy here, but Ryuzaki laid down on the desk, and he grabbed me by the thighs so hard I think I would have had bruises in reality. I grabbed him by the throat and rode him on the desk. A part of me was worried, because the conference room in the library was all glass, but also my head was so hazy and it felt so good.’” L pressed a thumb against his lips, “Had Light fucked himself on toys at this point?”

He pulled off of L, slowly stroking him as he thought about it, “I think at that time I had. I only realized I was not straight shortly after high school, and my sexual drive moved pretty fast after that.”

“‘Shortly after high school’, shortly after meeting me, right?” L smirked. Light opened his mouth to attempt a retort, but just narrowed his eyes.

“Such an egomaniac you are,” Light scoffed, “Not everything is about you.”

“No, not everything. But this is.” L reached under their bed and pulled out a box of toys and lube. He casually tossed the bottle and a large blue dildo in front of Light, “Stretch yourself open with that. I want to see you.”

“You don’t want to do it yourself?”

“Like you have earned that privilege yet.” L leaned forward (careful to not fall off the edge) and grabbed Light by the chin, forcing him to look L in the eye, “You’re going to open yourself up on that cock, and when your slutty hole is ready for me, you can ride me like in your fantasies.”

He could almost see the blood rushing to Light’s ears-- being literally talked down to-- condescended and scolded like a child. And yet, his pupils were blown all the way out, L barely seeing the amber color of Light’s eyes, and his jeans and underwear were, of course, already halfway to his ankles.

Light took the tip of the toy and fucked his mouth in and out with it, eyes never leaving L’s. He was already 3 fingers deep inside of himself, lewdly moaning around the cock very intentionally.

“This is a good look for you,” L remarked, breathily, slowly stroking his own cock.

Light suctioned the dick to the hardwood, and hovered over it, teasing his hole with the tip, “Well, if you are going to keep calling me a slut- fuck… I might as well lean into it.” Light bottomed out on the toy, one hand running through his hair, another sucking on two fingers as he slowly moved. Light, flushed and fucked out and using himself, was the pinnacle of sex and desire-- L began to question his decision about who exactly this was a punishment for.

“Ngh, this cock is so big , L… But it doesn’t feel nearly as good as yours.” Light dragged his teeth across the bottom of his lip, pointed looking at L’s cock, now leaking precum. Light knew he was getting to L. He knew exactly how he looked and exactly what L was thinking.

Fucker. Two can play at that.

L slowed down his own movements, raising an eyebrow at Light, “A common whore like yourself would be satisfied with any cock inside of him. You want mine so bad? Close your eyes, think…” L held the book open with one hand, “‘ I feel like I am going crazy. I am supposed to want this stupid bastard dead. And yet all I want right now are my hands on him and his on mine-’” Light groaned, finally touching his neglected aching cock, “‘-and it is so hard to focus on bringing him down, when the entire time I am dreaming about Ryuzaki’s voice in my ear, and my hands around his throat, and his tongue and mouth on me everywhere . I may just have to take care of him so I stop feeling this way... ’ My my, Kira... ” Light groaned at the name, “I thought you would be a bit more careful than to let your inner thoughts so out in the open like this. What would have happened if someone had gotten a hold of this?”

“I- Fuck- Academic rivalries are not uncommon....”

“I wanted to sentence you to death and you still could not stop thinking about me inside of you-”

“Oh shit L…”

“-or my hands on your cock or my fingers stretching you wide open. You still want me to whisper in your ear and moan , telling you what a good boy you are, right?”

“Yes… yes I want that L…”

L tutted, “And yet you aren’t a good boy. Desperate and begging… Writing down naughty thoughts and fantasies about someone who you wanted to die?” L shook his head, casually tossing the book aside. He reached for his own cock again, slowly stroking it watching Light fall apart, giving himself dual sensations, “Kira needs to make up his mind about what he wants. Because I don’t think he is good at all.”

“ L please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me on your cock.”

“Why would I allow that?”

Light stopped his movements on the dildo, only slowly stroking his cock at the same speed as L was his own, “I am not a good boy, I am a cock-slut for you, and only ever you. Fuck me please,” Light begged, broken and desperate.

L stood up and grabbed Light’s hands, pulling him off of the toy. He brushed the hair out of Light’s eyes and pulled Light on top of him, “So good, Kira. You don’t have to be a good boy for me, you can just be my good slut.”

He kissed L, hard, biting his bottom lip as he lined himself up on L’s dick and sunk down on him.

“ Fuck, you feel so much better than that cheap plastic,” Light straddled L properly, pressing his hands against L’s chest as he rode him, not wasting anytime picking up speed.

“Such a good whore for me, Kira,” L said, kissing his wrist, “You really do ride cock like you get paid to do it.”

“I know,” Light said, breathy and fucked.

L huffed, “A bit cocky, aren-”

“Now it’s your turn to shut up,” Light said, pressing down on L’s pressure points, his fingertips pushing hard enough into his throat it will surely leave marks against his pale skin.

L’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and Light moved his hips faster, L snapping back up to meet his thrusts, which quickly became sloppy as black dots began dancing in the corners of his eyes and his lungs started burning. His eyes welled up with tears and his entire body was on fire, his limbs going limp. He felt the white, hot edge so close and tangible. Every thrust felt like a rattle of electricity hitting every nerve and every part of his consciousness so closely and he just needed more -- Light relented, moving his hands away from his throat. L eyes snapped open wide and he coughed, taking heavy breaths. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he dug his fingertips into Light’s waist, harshly grabbing him by the hips.

“L? I’m sorry, you told me you would tap out if-”

“Kira, more-- again-- now.” L commanded, and Light did not hesitate. He grabbed him by the throat and put his fingers in L’s mouth for good measure. Light was riding him with expert pace and precision, his lower body strength and years of running paying off. L’s legs trembled, and he used the last bit of his unfucked mind to dig his nails into Light’s hips and rock him faster and faster on his cock, reaching that beautiful and terrible and intense edge.

“ Ah- L! ” Light comes only a few seconds before L himself, moaning around Light’s fingers as he loosened his grip, but still only letting a fraction of the air healthy for the human brain into his head.

Light did not move himself off of L immediately. He moved his hand away from his throat, but kept small pressure on his neck with one of his thumbs.

“What are you doing?” L muttered. Light said nothing. L opened his eyes, tapping him. “Light?”

Light blinked, looking back, “Sorry, was feeling your pulse.”

“Why?”

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t kill you.”

L smiled softly, “Don’t want me dead anymore?”

“Sometimes. Certainly not like this, it’s too personal.”

“What, killing me while my cock is in your ass is too close for comfort?”

“Something like.” Light smirked and pressed a soft kiss against L’s lips.

After cleaning up, Light told L he wanted to burn the dream journal to prevent further embarrassment.

“Over my dead body.” L said, holding the notebook just out of reach.

Light smirked, “I have no problem arranging that.”

#my writing #lawlight #light yagami #l lawliet #death note #prompt fills #asks #bored-bitch-stuff #more writing to come!#also I apologize that this is so long and it took so long to write ;-;#but either way!!#enjoy!!

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trulyhumblenarcissist · 4 years

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Abourt Rei Himura and BNHA Chapter 301

Now that I've read the official release of chapter 301 I can finally try to gather my thoughts. I think this time the particular rendition of dialogues and inflections provided by Caleb Cook is more crisp and clear than usual, especially in throwing "shade" upon Endeavor as a father figure. But let's do things in order...

Title: THE WRONG WAY TO PUT OUT A FIRE - a simple, but stark message that doesn't leave space for ambiguity. There was a fire, an imminent tragedy that could and should have been avoided, but whoever tried to fix it, did it all wrong and now we have to deal with a huge arson.

CARLESS HANDLING OF FIRE, on the other hand, doesn't quite cut it for me, because it seems like everything was caused by a foolish mistake. "I was carless and now I'm in a pinch"- type of situation, while it's perfectly clear that Endeavor and Rei decided purposefully which "strategy" to use with Touya. A BAD one to say it lightly. Rei's contribution and complicity is debatable, of course, and I'll touch on this later.

Let me get this clear though: I'm not trying in any way to critique the hard work of unofficial translators. I can't say anything relevant because I'm not a translator in the first place (I can barely understand English and my native language on a good day) and also because I am so grateful for everything they do in order to give us really good material FREE OF CHARGE basically a second after the release in Japan. I'm just interested about the different shades of subtext we can catch if we read the story through multiple filters. Every translation is unique because it carries the personal spin of the author even if the bias should be inexistent or ideally undetectable...

However, back to the chapter

REI'S CAGE

The first scene opens on a luxurious classic Japanese villa, with Enji, Rei and her parents discussing the motivation behind Enji's proposal. Or at least we initially think that's what's going on... Because in reality Rei's family couldn't care less about the motivation. Everything these people see is a wealthy, famous guy the next number one hero ready to take their daughter in marriage. I guess the Himuras are pretty broke, thight on cash, their old prestige is definitely gone and all they can do to save themselves from shame and poverty is "to sell" their only remaining asset.

During the whole ordeal, Rei is standing still, silent, cold as ice. She knows she doesn't really have a choice. How mortifying and sad is this? An adult, capable woman has no agency whatsoever, she is used again and again and she stoically accepts this treatment from every single dominant figure in her life until she can't be stoic anymore. I really hope Horikoshi's going to give her a much more proactive role in saving her family and it seems the narrative wants us to expect this type of character development.

I'd like to point out 2 panels in particular:

First one

In this scene the Todorokis are back from their trip to the doc, who clearly said they shouldn't try to conceive a child with a perfect quirk mix because it is dangerous (and morally questionable too). Rei understands this fact and tries to dissuade Enji, but he doesn't listen, because he's projecting all his pent-up resentment and frustration onto Touya. He knows how it feels to crush against an unbreakable wall, since he can't surpass All might and his son can't too. He had to learn this truth the hard way, so Touya needs to do the same. Enji is purposefully throwing upon his son years of failures, self consciousness and despair, just because the boy has to get it into his thick skull that he is a dud, just like his father. This is not a hopeless dad making a mistake bona fide, this is a broken man trying to destroy his self reflection by proxy, annihilating everything Touya is, swiping the kid's identity under the rug. He describes his son's dreams and sadness as something birthed from stubbornness. He is auto-convincing himself however (because Endeavor is not stupid). A little bit later he's basically saying: "Touya let's play make believe! We can go on like everything I had engulfed in your psyche never existed, you're a failed attempt so you don't exist. Your needs and wants are silly and useless, nothing worth dealing with now that I can't make you my prodigy. Why don't you go play with the other failures so that I don't have to look at myself while taking actually care of you. I don't want to see you, because it's too painful, because you're a remainder of my own inadequacy."

Note: If you want to read an incredibly well done analysis about Endeavor's motives and psyche, you can get it on @thyandrawrites , she's dwelt on everything extensively and way better than me.

I really want to talk about Rei though. In the panel I showed above, her expression is a bit tricky to analyse. At first she is very vocal about her position. She doesn't want to put Touya through useless suffering, especially since they have a scientific reason not to. They have no guarantee of success with other children, besides, they could possibly have to deal with other health related issues. However, all it takes to convince her in the end is Enji's half assed attempt at the "It's for Touya's sake" shtick. Is it really? Why doesn't she question her husband anymore?

Well... I think before Natsuo, she was probably hoping Touya would let go "naturally", with time and growth, maybe by taking interest in his other siblings. Rei said she wanted to have more children because in her mind they would have supported and loved each other. Maybe she was naive enough to think that a big family full of kids few years apart from each other was all Touya needed to distract himself from his purposes... BUT and here is the point I want to get across: She was deluding herself too, much like Enji. The ugly truth, in my opinion, is that Rei is a person prone to protect herself by going with everything other people want, especially if said people are capable of hurting her. Yes, she was hurt time and time again, but what would have happened if she really tried to stop Enji?

What I am trying to say is that Rei is the kind of person who endures to survive. She holds a "captive" mentality in which, by indulging her captor's desires, she can continue living with less possibile damage. If I stay still and silent, if I don't make a scene, I can go on, I can hold onto the few things I have that actually make me happy.

Let's think about it... Enji was so obsessed with his psychotic, power-hungry quest that he would have probably disown Rei. She would have been thrown away for a more compliant woman with an ice quirk, or something similar, this resulting in her probably losing everything, the respect and love of her family (the Himuras) and also her own children. Because we know Endeavor can definitely hold a grudge and is vendicative.

So, clarifying, Rei doesn't put up a fight because she is scared for herself in a way... She is scared to be hurt in the worst possible way (by losing her little bit of serenity), so her strategy is to endure and to keep up a facade of control and purpose.

Rei, ironically just like Touya and other characters in mha, doesn't really get what unconditional love is. Her family loves her until she can be useful to the Himura name and status, her husband loves her for her quirk. Her children, however, love her for who she is and she wants to stay with them... Only to be forced to leave them later anyway.

The few times Rei actually smiles are when she is with her babies. She is a deeply loving mother in her core, but her declining mental health makes her a very lacking caregiver.

This panel, in my opinion, shows the point of no return for Rei. She can't keep the glacial facade forever...

After Natsuo's turn to be deemed a failure, Endeavor is crazier than ever, because All Might is as popular and loved as ever and he hasn't make any progress into his eugenetic games. The last two images of Rei are very telling. She is exhausted, but she knows what her husband wants from her this time too. She looks like a lifeless doll and honestly I can easily see Shouto's conception as... Non consensual and I will stop here.

Then Shouto is born, the last, perfect specimen... And Rei isn't doing much for Touya, we can see she's apparently blind towards her eldest son's distress already after Natsuo's birth... But why?

Because she is actively avoiding to face the Touya's problems too.

If Touya is still suffering, is still feeling stressed and worthless, then everything Rei has endured, everything she pretended not to feel for the sake of her family has been completely useless. What Rei cannot look at is her own parental failure, is the concrete proof that while protecting herself and her peace she did not protect her children too, because the two interests were never really aligned, even if she really believed so. She never had a functional family to preserve in the first place and everything she accepted to do was all for the sake of a false sense of belonging.

However is too easy to say she should've rebelled against Enji and dumped his sorry ass. Abuse traps you and your abuser too in a cage tricky to escape.

What I imagine will happen next chapter is one of two things:

Enji stops Touya by using brute force, probably also saying something really scarring to reinforce the notion that Shouto is the only child he cares about.

Rei stops Touya by using her quirk. This act could be considered by Touya another confirmation that even his mother actually does something by her own accord only when Shouto's safety is at risk

Necessary conclusions

I don't blame Rei for her actions too much. She is a victim turned abuser by circumstances, but more importantly she's actually taken mesures to prevent herself from hurting her children again. She's trying to heal for her family's sake, really this time. Ten years spent dealing with guilt and having actual therapy seem a good plan to me. And now she's the one ready to snap Enji back to reality.

Enji, on the other hand, is trying too. It's too little too late, but if he stops avoiding reality and hardly works on understanding his family's point of view I don't think he is completely unredeemable. I don't see him surviving his last confrontation with Touya, thought... But I could be totally wrong.

Obviously everything I've said it's my personal analysis on Rei's character, as I interpret her actions and words, so feel free to contradict me and/or to add anything you might see fit.

#bnha301 #bnha meta #mha #my hero academia #todoroki enji #endevor #todoroki rei #rei himura #todoroki family #tw abuse

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heart-of-gold-outlaw · 3 years

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Welcome Home | Chapter Eight

Chapter Title: Wild One 8/? Wattpad

"Arthur wants you to what?" Dutch demands as he paces in front of his tent. There's a vein in his forehead that probably makes him self-conscious. You figure it's best not to mention it.

"He wants me to help rescue Sean," you say from where you lounge on a tree stump. A butterfly floats toward your face, and you absently reach out for it. "Sounds like a good time."

The butterfly lands on your finger, tickling your skin as it walks. You watch its wings flutter with the soft breeze. Meanwhile, Dutch is talking, talking, talking. You've come to realize he does that a lot.

"Y/N." He massages his temples. "You're not listening, are you?"

"Hm?" You wiggle your finger so the butterfly does a little dance.

Dutch sighs. If it's one thing you enjoy more than, well, being in the past, it's annoying him. Smiling, you let the butterfly fly away and turn to face Dutch completely. He's watching you, expression stern and undeniably fatherly. It takes all you have not to roll your eyes.

"I can't stay cooped up in camp for forever," you say. "I'm gonna go crazy."

There's a brief moment where Dutch looks like he's considering this, but then he shakes his head.

"These ain't O'Driscoll's you'll be dealing with, Y/N." He gives you another stern look. "They're bounty hunters. They ain't dumb."

Neither am I, you think, but instead blurt out: "I killed an O'Driscoll, ya know. I can handle myself."

Had Dutch been smoking a cigar, it would have dropped from his mouth. He gapes at you, and you mentally kick yourself for letting that slip. Right. Arthur hadn't told him about Six Point Cabin... well, all of it, anyways.

"When did that happen?" Dutch demands.

You chew your lip. "Uh..."

"No no," he holds his hands up. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Dutch goes quiet for a moment, debating with himself. You watch him, hoping you know what's going to come next.

"For rescuing Sean," he eventually says, "you stay right by Arthur. If I find out you so much as left his sight, so help me, I'll shoot you both."

You grin. "Okay."

"Understood?"

"Yep."

At that, Dutch seems satisfied. After giving you one long, long look, he sighs and walks off, muttering something under his breath that you don't quite catch. You smile to yourself. Another win in your direction.

Fifteen minutes sees you bored as all hell. As it turns out, you're not going to be rescuing Sean for another day or so, which means you have too much time on your hands. When that happens, you get twitchy. Boredom was awful in your time, and it's awful now.

You heave a sigh and sit down on a tree stump. Everybody else in camp has their own stuff to do. It seems like, once again, you're the odd one out.

But then you spy Arthur hauling haybales to the horses. Instantly sitting up straighter, you watch as he lifts them effortlessly, as if they weigh nothing and not a thousand pounds each. You wonder what it would be like for him to life you like that. The thought makes you smile. Arthur Morgan: the man with the strongest arms and the softest heart.

"—Y/N?"

You barely stifle a shriek and leap up from the tree stump. How and when Arthur came to stand by you, you don't know, but he's there now. And he's watching you, clearly waiting for a response.

"Uh," you stammer. "What'd'ya say?"

"I asked if you're okay," he says. "You were staring off into space."

You try not to look guilty. "Guess I was just daydreaming."

Arthur gives you a smile. "Must've been some dream," he tells you.

You think back to him hauling the haybales and find yourself grinning despite everything.

"It was," you eventually murmur. Then, blushing furiously, you amend: "But hey: dreams are dreams."

There's a mortifying moment where you think he's going to press for more, but luckily, Arthur just shrugs and lets it go. You sigh in relief as he walks away. The last thing you need is for him to figure out, well, everything.

Turning around, you head for Pearson's wagon to help out with the dishes, only to mow over Abigail, who's doing the same.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry," you stammer as you help her up from the ground. "I was so distracted. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry."

"Y/N," she interrupts with a laugh, "I'm fine. You don't gotta apologize so much."

"Sorry." You kick yourself. "I mean... okay?"

Abigail laughs again and steers you toward Pearson's wagon. "What's on your mind? You've been acting funny all day. Well..." she smirks, "funnier than usual, anyway."

You think back to your conversation with Arthur and glance over to where he's saddling Florence for a ride into town. If you're honest with yourself, he's what's on your mind... has been for a while.

You look away. No need to do or say something stupid.

"Nothing," you lie. "Just trying to adjust to the past, I guess."

Abigail raises an eyebrow. "You're a terrible liar, you know."

"I'm not lying."

A grin lights up her face as she apparently connects the dots. Giving you a look to rival all looks, Abigail says: "You fancy Arthur, don't you, Y/N?"

You feel your cheeks heating up again. If Abigail can see through you so easily... can Arthur?

"Your secret's safe with me," she reassures when she sees your expression. "And don't worry: Arthur's pretty oblivious when it comes to this sort of thing."

You try your best not to look over as Arthur leaves camp. There's just something about him... you can't really say for sure what it is. Honestly, don't want to try; the mystery is almost the best part.

"Thanks," you tell Abigail. And you mean it.

She smiles gently at you and guides you toward Pearson's wagon again. "Don't mention it."

With the two of you working together, you manage to finish the dishes in under a half hour. Pearson thanks you, then mentions that the camp could use some more supplies. Thinking back to your last hunting trip, you shrug. There aren't any bears around Horseshoe Overlook, so really, the worst that can happen is you just get lost.

Then again... maybe a fishing trip by the river might be a better idea. Guns still freak you out. Not only that, but you haven't watched enough survival shows to know how to make snare traps and whatnot. Besides: if it's you versus a wild animal, you have a pretty good idea who'll win.

You don't really feel like asking anyone to come with you, so you borrow a fishing pole from Pearson and head down to the river. It's quiet, certainly quieter than the future. As you cast out, you find yourself thinking about your own time. It's been at least a few months since the Van Der Linde gang found you, a few months since you magically appeared in the Grizzlies. You don't remember how you got there. Hell, you don't remember what you were doing in the moments leading up to it, either. One minute, you were in your own time, the next... you weren't.

It's... odd, all things considered. Every problem you had in the future seems so far away. And you suppose they are. Over a century's worth of distance (if time can be measured that way), and here you are, fishing—fishing—at a river you're not even sure exists in your time.

You shake your head. You'll give yourself an existential crisis at this rate, and that won't help anybody. Plopping yourself down in the mud, you settle down to wait however long it takes for a fish to take the bait.

You can't help but wonder who's really in control of whom.

A/N: Short chapter, but I wanted to get this story updated. I know it's been a while, but I want to thank everyone who's stuck with me. Means a lot. I'm hoping I can get back to a weekly update, probably every Sunday.

Inspired Music: Green Day | Wild One

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur x reader #arthur x modern!reader #modern!reader #dutch van der linde #abigail roberts #pearson #rdr2 fic #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfiction #my fic #my writing #welcome home

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jimlingss · 4 years

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hi Kina! may I make a request for a sort of sci-fi au? yn dies but when she opens her eyes, some unfamiliar yet familiar dude takes off his vr goggles and goes “hEy hOw wAs iT?” maybe Joon? or JK? I don’t really mind

↳ Awaken Again

2k || 50% Fluff, 50% Angst || Kim Namjoon

You die with some regrets.

But mostly without. It was a rather unremarkable, mundane life but a happy one where you feel general satisfaction for the choices and decisions you made. Above all, you feel tired. Oh so tired. You’re ready to sleep for a long while. Perhaps forever.

So you surrender to the darkness. Not sure what’s next.

……………………

Suddenly, there’s a burst of light.

It floods your vision, stirring your senses, and a comfortable weight around your head that you didn’t know was there is lifted. A gasp is stolen from your lips, filling your lungs and you realize you’re alive again. It’s hard to see, for your vision to adjust as your lashes flutter, and you squint.

But it eventually does adjust and you see again. Namely, you discover a certain man with sparkling irises and a dimpled smile in front of you.

“Hey.” His voice is deep, soft. It ignites an emotion stowed deep in your heart. “How was it?”

Your mouth draws open and your feeble voice croaks out, “Namjoon?”

His smile fades as he searches your expression and you fall out of the chair, frantically grabbing onto the sleeves of his white lab coat. You pull him into a hug and cry out, “Oh my god, Namjoon!”

He’s stiff against your body, not returning your embrace, but you don’t pay any mind. You’re too overwhelmed from seeing him again. “Is-Is this heaven?” you ask while shutting your eyes and savouring the moment.

“What? No.” He looks over his shoulder and you don’t know where to.

You pull away but keep him in your reach, your hands curled into his clothes. “But if this isn’t heaven, then how is this possible?”

Namjoon’s hands wrap around your shoulders and he takes a step back, lowering his height slightly to have his eyes connect to yours. “Y/N, do you know where you are?”

“What?”

“You’ve woken up to reality,” he enunciates gingerly and carefully. “You were just in a VR simulation for the past few years. We’ve been watching you.”

You don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense.

He’s scaring you. “What are you talking about? What’s going on, Joon?”

Namjoon leans back and looks towards the glass window. “Subject two has no recollection of past memories and no grasp of reality,” he deadpans in a monotone. “Will need monitoring for further investigation of potential symptoms and ramifications of simulation 230616.”

He turns back to you, a large distance kept between your bodies. As if you were strangers to each other. He merely says, “Everything will be okay.”

It does little to reassure you. And the Namjoon that you’re familiar with is nothing but reassuring.

Instead of dying, instead of surrendering to the darkness, you’ve been placed in a room with stark white floors, walls, a bed and a tinted window. Fluorescent lights burn your lids and you feel frightened, but it’s coming back to you. Slowly.

You cradle yourself, murmuring, “I am Y/N L/N.”

They said you were placed in a simulation. “I am twenty eight.” The ninety years you lived wasn’t real.

“I am a software engineer and scientist at Realtion.”

You recall some parts as if they were distant memories of your childhood. Blurred. Faint. But even then, they’re merely fragments of a whole mirror, puzzles of a much larger piece. You remember being excited after you were picked to be one of the first to test the simulation. You remember getting into the chair, remembering placing the headset over your head and covering your eyes. You remember the countdown of a smooth, dulcet voice — the same one that had greeted you when it was all over.

The door opens and you jolt.

The person that enters is the same one you’ve been thinking about.

Namjoon ducks his head to get in. “I don’t know why they make these goddamn doors so small.”

You smile unintentionally. But it’s easy to relax when it’s him.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” he says.

“Interrupting what? I’m being monitored like a lab rat. There’s nothing for you to interrupt.” To prove your point, you open your arms to your surroundings. It’s pretty obvious what they think about you considering the walls and floor are plush. This isn’t any different from a padded cell save for the few furniture pieces.

Namjoon shuts the door and gives you an incredulous expression. “Don’t be like that. They’re just worried.”

“Of my psychological state? Yeah.” You lean against the wall, seated on your bed. “Might be normal though considering I thought that simulation was my reality and I barely remember anything of my actual reality.”

He snorts. “The simulation has a few kinks, but we can iron it out. It might be a bit too immersive.”

You deadpan, “You think?”

Namjoon grins and takes a seat on the uncomfortable white chair by the desk. “It’s good to see you returning to yourself. Everyone’s missed you, Y/N.”

You hum a low note, looking away.

It’s hard to cope and you’re still traumatizing on multiple levels, but that doesn’t mean your entire personality will suddenly up and vanish. If anything, you know you’re being rather snippy towards everyone — that you’re taking out your anger on them even though it’s unwarranted. It’s not like they were the ones who forced you to step into the simulation. It’s not like they knew this would happen.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t upset.

Everything you lived for, everything you loved, your entire life — it’s been a lie. A virtual reality.

“Why are you here?” you ask after the silence is prolonged.

“I just wanted to check up on you.”

You pause. “How many.”

“How many…?”

You look back at him, gaze meeting his. “How many people were watching?”

Namjoon hesitates, but he answers you. “Just three. Me, Jimin and Hoseok.”

A scoff emits from your throat and you roll your eyes. You can’t believe all of the private moments in your life were being observed and recorded by others the entire time. You really were a lab rat and you still are.

“It’s confidential, Y/N,” Namjoon says. “You know that. Nothing unnecessary will be written in the final report.”

“It’s still intrusive,” you spit and soften, knees pressed against your chest as if physically curling into yourself is all the protection you have left. “It’s just….it’s just hard to cope with.”

“I know,” he murmurs gently.

“I don’t think you do,” you bite back. “I lived this entire life, this full life and to know everything was just a figment of my imagination, that nothing was real, that we—” You interrupt yourself. “Never mind.”

You know if you get too upset and your blood pressure spikes, a whole team might run in. Or maybe they already know Namjoon’s in here with you.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” he pipes up, reassuring but in the moment you want it least. “The world you were in, it was constructed by your subconscious. You couldn’t control it. And relationships are built on the people who are close to you.”

There’s a moment of quiet. You hope he doesn’t say it, but he does—

“So it’s only natural that we ended up married and with kids and all that.”

You scoff.

There’s an array of emotions that overwhelm you. Hurt that Namjoon could brush off sixty years of your marriage like that and what was so entirely real to you. Mortified that others saw how your subconscious built an intimate relationship with a colleague of yours. Confused at what you feel, how you yearn for the man across the room who you once called your dear husband— but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

So these feelings aren’t real.

Right?

“If it’s only natural, then how come we’re not together in this ‘reality’.” It’s a bold question, but there’s no point in reserving yourself. You’ve already lived ninety years, so you know what kind of regrets are born in the face of hesitation and miscommunication. Confrontation is easy after so much experience. “You saw everything, didn’t you? You watched it all?”

Namjoon is quiet. “I did.”

“Then what do you think?”

You want to ask him how he felt about it. If he viewed that life with cold eyes and an impassive mind or if he possibly felt something, even as a bystander.

“Was our relationship really just a wild part of my subconscious, Namjoon?”

The hurt you feel burrows deeper when he turns away from you in an extended silence. Your lips part, about to tell him to go away, so you don’t confuse the simulation with reality. But he beats you to the punch—

“It was my fault,” Namjoon murmurs and your head whips up to him. Your gazes connect. “That night before you were going into the simulation, I said something I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

“I….I knew you were going into the simulation for two years, so I thought I’d take my chance and if the outcome was bad, I would’ve been gone by then. I was an idiot. I didn’t know this would happen, that it would affect your subconscious so much.”

You slide off your bed, brows furrowed. “What did you say to me?”

Silence.

You come closer to him, raising your voice— “What did you tell me, Namjoon?!”

“I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” Namjoon’s eyes are darkened with regret, burning with embarrassment and shame. “We went out for drinks and I drank too much and I told you that if you wanted me to, I would wait for you. Until this was done.” He pulls a hand through the blonde strands of his hair, and he gets up from his spot. “There’s no point. You don’t remember it.”

But you grab him before he leaves, clutching the sleeve of his white lab coat. “What did I say?”

Desperation aches deep within you. A curiosity that eats at your brain.

Namjoon looks back at you and relays the memories you don’t have. “You said I shouldn’t wait for you, but if things don’t change and the timing is right, you’ll give your answer when you get back.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Namjoon searches your expression. It’s an intimate moment without interruption where you don’t care who might be watching or if there’s someone on the other side of the window. It feels like there’s just you and Namjoon. All that really matters.

Yet he forces you to let go of him. “I don’t want you to get confused with the simulation and reality.”

“Does it matter if it was real or not? What I feel is real. What I feel for you is real,” you spit as your annoyance surges. “Everyone keeps telling me what’s real or fake but no one wants to acknowledge that my experiences were real to me! Isn’t that the point of the simulation?!”

Namjoon’s eyes have widened. Your breathing is ragged, chest falling and rising. “I spent sixty years with you, Namjoon! We grew old together. And do you know what my first thought was when I saw you again?” You laugh bitterly. “‘Thank god he’s here, I can be with him again’.”

There are tears in your eye, welling up and blurring your vision.

Namjoon doesn’t utter a single word. He doesn’t make any excuses, any rebuttals, and doesn’t argue. He stops invalidating what you feel and instead closes the distance and embraces you.

His arms wrap around your shoulders and you lean into him, savouring it and shutting your eyes.

You know Namjoon’s worries have merit to it, that the others will think the same as he does. They’ll think you’re confusing the simulation with reality, that your ability to differentiate has weakened, that your feelings were manifested and nurtured by the simulation. They’ll think this isn’t real.

But time will tell.

You’ve already stood the test of time with Namjoon once. You have a feeling, a second time won’t be difficult.

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Terms of Endearment

A Bagginshield Fanfic (also available HERE on ao3)

Summary: Khuzdul terms of endearment are pretty common and Bilbo has heard them all, though he's a little wary of using Hobbit terms of endearment as he's not sure how well they will translate. But after so many years of being together he decides he can't help himself anymore...and it turns out to be the best decision.

Rating: General audiences

This story is all because I had a random headcanon based on this tiktok. I posted it into our Bagginshield discord and it ran away from there and I knew I needed to write it!

I wouldn't have been so excited to write this without so many amazing ideas and Hobbit endearments from my friends over on the discord. They include: @the-game-is-up @curiousartemis @lesbiankiliel @imsoconfused16 @mulasawala @mandolinearts

Story below the cut!

Bilbo had settled into his new role as husband and King’s consort well, he had tried hard to make sure that he understood and respected Dwarven culture and customs, while also sprinkling in a bit of Hobbit sensibility where he could. Thorin had always called him sweet terms of endearment in Khuzdul, which he now understood much better having learned the language and its meaning, and Bilbo would smile and reply in kind. It wasn’t that Hobbits didn’t have terms of endearment, but he didn’t think that they’d quite translate well, so he let them slip from his mind. Until one day, he couldn’t help himself.

It was one of those rare occurrences that Thorin and Bilbo actually had a day to themselves, which seemed to be less and less as the years went on and the mountain fared better than it ever had. Bilbo was laying in bed still, covers strewn around him, while Thorin had gone to grab them breakfast. As he returned and handed Bilbo a steaming cup of tea, Bilbo grinned.

“Good morning honeycake,” he said as he took the cup from Thorin’s hands.

At first Thorin just nodded, “You’re wel--” but then blinked, “what did you call me?”

Bilbo just laughed and Thorin cocked his head a bit but just let it go, instead climbing up into bed with his own tea and as they enjoyed a quiet morning together.

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It was a few weeks later and Thorin had been working late at his desk, pouring over paperwork. A pile that no matter how long he sat there, never seemed to diminish. Bilbo walked in quietly, placing his hand on Thorin’s shoulder.

“Hello, my lovely potato.”

Thorin leaned back, smiling up at Bilbo, “Hello, ghivashel.”

“How are things going?” Bilbo asked.

“As well as usual,” Thorin sighed, then he looked up at Bilbo, a small smirk, “Am I a sweet potato?”

Bilbo broke into giggles and Thorin dragged him into his lap, placing lingering kisses all over his face and neck.

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And so it began, Bilbo didn’t want to overdo it so he waited for the right moment, whenever Thorin was distracted doing something else he would break out a Hobbit endearment.

Thorin was sitting in his favorite chair, reading a pile of documents. Bilbo came in from a meeting and walked up to him, reaching out his hand which Thorin took instinctively.

“Hello, my handsome parsnip.”

“Hello,” Thorin said, distracted still as his eyes scanned the document. Until it seemed he had processed what Bilbo actually said. He blinked and shook his head, looking up at Bilbo, “What is a parsnip?”

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Bilbo found Thorin one day in his forge, he had been working on a project for weeks and had come to bed late most nights, smelling of smoke and metal. It was a smell Bilbo had long gotten used to. He stepped carefully into the forge as Thorin pulled a piece of metal out of the fire. Thorin smiled at him, lifting his hammer in a slight wave.

“Hello my darling mushroom king,” Bilbo called, a smile plastered on his face.

Thorin paused, setting down his hammer, a slight frown, “Now that’s just offensive.”

Bilbo laughed as Thorin put down the red hot metal he was working with and pulled off his gloves to come over to Bilbo. Bilbo took his hands, “But you're my mushroom, a rare one at that. And I’m so lucky to have found you.”

Thorin leaned down and kissed Bilbo, pulling him into his arms, “As sweet as that is amrâlimê, I hate mushrooms.” Bilbo laughed into his chest.

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Thorin had been in council meetings for the past two days, they were hosting Men, Elves, and Dwarves of the Iron Hills, hoping to expand trade agreements in the north and also strategize safety and security. Orcs had appeared more frequently recently, coming from the north out of Mount Gundabad. Thorin felt like the headache forming behind his eyeballs would blind him permanently. Bilbo had been in meetings as well, and so they had barely seen each other at all. Finally everyone was free to have an informal lunch together, giving everyone a much needed break. Bilbo swept into the main dining room alongside some Elves and Dwarves. He walked over to Thorin and couldn’t even help the fact that they were surrounded by others.

“How are you my sweet-tasting cantaloupe?” Bilbo said, taking Thorin’s hands.

A few heads nearby turned to look at them, clear confusion on their faces. Thorin’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide, “What?”

Bilbo just smiled. Thorin groaned, a bit mortified, “Why can’t you just call me normal names?” he whispered.

Bilbo frowned, feeling a bit offended, “If more of us valued food and cheer and song, it would be a merrier world.”

Thorin softened then, realizing his error, “Of course, ghivashel. You are right, I’m sorry.”

---

Thorin had been away for far longer than he ever wished. He had needed to visit the Dwarven kingdom in the east to rebuild trade agreements and secure allies as rumors had begun that an evil was building in the south. He finally arrived home late, much later than he would’ve liked. There was little fanfare as it was the middle of the night. Thorin departed from his companions, heading straight to his rooms. There was no way that Bilbo would still be awake. As Thorin opened the door to his rooms, he saw that the fire was still going. The door to their bedroom opened and Bilbo’s face lit up, and he quickly strode towards him.

“You’re finally home! My prize-winning tomato!” Bilbo said as he wrapped himself around Thorin. As strange as it was, Thorin’s heart soared at the endearment, pulling him in tight, never wanting to let go. Somehow, he found himself falling more in love with Bilbo every time it happened.

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Bilbo was tucked comfortably under the covers, waiting for Thorin to climb into bed. Bilbo had let his eyes droop a bit, sad that they had just been so busy lately as to barely see each other before exhaustion overtook them both. It seemed they would be this busy forever, and he thought about what it would be like to convince Thorin to retire and they could travel and live in the Shire. It was a pleasant thought.

He heard the door to the bathroom open and he opened his eyes. Thorin’s hair was loose and wet on the ends from where it had dipped into the water of his bath. He was only dressed in loose pants and Bilbo couldn’t help but stare. He’d seen his husband naked hundreds if not thousands of times by now, but it always made his breath catch, and the familiar feeling tingle down his spine. Bilbo was hopeless and grinned like a lovesick fool, which Thorin caught on as he climbed into bed, giving his own winning smile.

“Well hello my sexy roast beef,” Bilbo stated, more sultry than he expected.

A slight blush came to Thorin’s cheeks as he looked at Bilbo for a long moment.

“Can I marry you for a second time?” he said, his own voice deep and husky.

Bilbo nodded but the words he meant to say were lost as Thorin pulled him in close, kissing him soundly.

---

Thorin had told Balin he was taking the afternoon off. It had been one of the first nice days after a hard winter and he had hoped to catch Bilbo by surprise and spend a restful and carefree day and evening with his beloved. The possibilities were endless and he knew that this kind of day would be a hobbit dream.

He went first to the kitchens and got a quick dessert that he had pre-planned with Bombur that morning and then went to their rooms. He found Bilbo writing at his desk. Thorin quietly set down the pastries and wrapped his arms around Bilbo from behind.

“Hello my gorgeous steamed cabbage” Thorin said, hoping he had gotten the endearment correct. As far as he could tell after many, many times it was a positive and loving adjective and then a vegetable or fruit of some kind. He wasn’t very well versed in growing anything, but it was the first one that came to mind.

Bilbo stilled in his arms, the pen where it had been moving even as Thorin wrapped his arms around Bilbo had stopped, the ink pooling a bit on the paper.

Then what sounded like a laugh, followed by a cough from the Hobbit in his arms. Bilbo put the pen down and turned slightly in his chair.

Thorin knew immediately by the mirth on Bilbo’s face that it was not correct, “steamed cabbage?” Bilbo said flatly, though amusement played in his eyes.

“Have I offended you, ghivashel?” Thorin pulled his arms away, frowning.

Bilbo started, and then stopped, a few times trying to find the words. “I’m not offended, but it just...your heart was in it…”

“But it doesn’t quite work…” Thorin supplied, disappointed.

Bilbo stood, smiling and took Thorin’s hands, “It was a good effort, but you should stick to Khuzdul, my perfect potato.”

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