#this is magnificent im in tears

[rottenpumpkin13]

I do value my life

Don’t I?

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

MY BRAIN IS MELTING BRO

i saw a tiktok with Ghost's hand measurements-

TELL ME WHY HIS HAND IS ALMOST BIGGER THAN MY HEAD HELLO-

the brainrot is brainrotting and im so obsessed with this man

anyways maybe a drabble with a *sprinkle* of size kink with ghost fucking f!reader???

i hope your part of the world is doing well!!

Big hands. Help me. Kinda went off track with request, it’s not the best thing I’ve done, but I hope you like it

thank you for your cervix 🫡🌝

A thick palm slips along your soft, cushiony body, fingers sprawling along your damp abdomen, smooth skin meeting the weathered state of his calloused fingers.

“So wet,” The Lieutenant grumbles over you, feeling your muscles clench around the width of his cock. “Eager, eager little girl.”

You took him in so easily after fucking you with just the tip for a good few moments. The continuous cycle of Ghost watching the head of his cock pop into your eager little soaked hole before you squeezed him out; an erotic torture for you both.

You wanted more, begging for more of what you couldn’t take quite yet, but who was Ghost to say no?

You wanted the challenge. So take it.

Your breasts lightly bounced with every torturous rock, your ass flush against his waist. An electric sting of overstimulation renders you speechless, babbling crooked cries crossing his ears as angelic symphonies.

Those delicious fingers, still damp with your juices, lightly massaged along your skin with gentle intention while rocking his hips painfully slow, drawing your measly little whimpers for as long as possible.

Your body was nothing compared to his stature. Your hips weakly locked around his broad waist, twitching calves trembling along the fat muscles of his thighs. Everything about Ghost was big. Everything.

“Ohh, Y’like that?” Simon leans down over your quivering body, the slow angle squishing the tip of his cock directly against your cervix. The stretch, the pressure of feeling so full in such a short amount of time.

“Tough girl, ain’t ya?” Your Lieutenant rasps, returning his hand along your front once more,

He thrusts once, quite hard in fact, surprised to feel the bluntness faintly bump against his palm. Your back arched, a loud gasp leaving your kiss bitten lips.

He chuckles. Dark, delicious, boldly.

“What’s the matter, love? Can’t take it?”

He leaves no room for answer, skin harshly hitting soaked skin as he bucks again, biting back a rumbled grunt. His gaze falls in love with those sweet, bouncing tits, his spine nearly collapsing from the tight tension of your cunt gripping his shaft.

That blunt blow against his palm was magnificent, making you see bright flashes behind closed eyes. He bucks his hips again, pushing his palm deep just enough to gain a higher pitched whine, reminding you just how deep his big cock was buried inside your pussy. Essentially his now.

“Open ‘em,” Ghost requests, lowering himself just enough to kiss along your forehead. “Open those eyes,”

Your lashes brimmed with tears, peering up at him as if he was a God, clinging to what mercy he could possibly give. Those pretty lips, those watery eyes, apple flushed cheeks, all making his dick throb deliciously.

“S’Alright. Breathe for me, good. That’s good, good girl.” During his words, his hands work on reinforcing his hold on your hips, grasping along your thighs for proper leverage. Be expected to see muddled bruises the size of his fingerprints.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Again, he hopes you never will. It’s not his fault his pretty girl isn’t used to proper cock yet. Good thing you have him around now.

[taiyouhimerich]

wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

definitely p2 guys i just feel ashamed to make it as a one pretty big post, so I splitted that…..

[singsangseung]

Public

Hi besties! I am bringing you the first installment of my Valentine’s Day collab with @numberonejeonginstan! This idea has been festering in my head and i am a little too excited to bring it to fruition! 

Summary: Hard launching your relationship with Chan was always in the plan……but not this way

Warnings: taking of a sexual picture that gets uploaded on chan’s instagram, rough sex, multiple rounds, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex( doo not!), creampie, reader is a tease, Afab!reader, hair pulling, slightly traumatizing the band mates( you’ll see and I am sorry), mention of JYP( NOT SEXUAL AND AGAIN IM SORRY), Chan being on the phone with jyp while fucking you senseless, degradation, mention of spitting, dacryphilia 

!!MDNI!!, BLANK OR AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKES!!

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2 years, that is how long you and Chan have been together. Shockingly, you had managed to keep your relationship well hidden and away from the public eye. 

Two happy years of blissful memories and tear jerking earth shattering orgasms. Naturally, you loved being able to gatekeep a side of him that only you knew. The side of him where he pulled your hair and spat in your mouth calling you his “dirty little secret,” his “pretty little cumslut.” 

But, he also had a sweet side, when in the bedroom.  Some days, he would hold your hands, your ankles settled on his slender waist ( right above his plump juicy voluptuous ass) as he so gingerly, sensually, precisely rolled his hips into yours. Those nights you were his angel, his pretty girl. 

As much as you loved keeping your relationship a secret, you both knew that eventually you would post or release a statement about your long term relationship or one of you, probably Chan, would slip up and word would spread like wild fire.

That’s when you came up with the idea of a post, a simple captured image of the two of you that would announce your relationship to the public world. Dating an idol was hard, but you and Chan had lasted two years already, even through all the dating rumors— Chan and Jimin— and tours, promotions, schedules, late nights in the studios.

So, you ,being the ever gracious partner you are, mentioned it to Chan. “Baby, why don’t we just post something to announce us?” You perched, curled against his chest one night in bed. “A post? Where, my love?” He yawned out, placing a soft kiss to your hair.

“Your instagram. The caption doesn’t;t have to be anything magnificent, and neither does the picture. Just something to say ‘ hey i have a partner.” You mumbled, your manicured fingernails tracing shaped along his defined chest. 

“Baby, are you sure?” He felt uncertain. It was so public, and once it was on the internet, it could never be removed. It was permanent. Gazing up at him , you nodded, “yeah. It doesn’t have to be some super spectacular picture, channie. Just us, it doesn’t even have to fully show our faces,” you consoled, sensing that he wasn’t too keen on the idea. 

But ……he was a little too keen…..and had sinister ideas in his head

That’s what got you to where you are now. Chan had completely stripped you and himself of all layers of clothing except underwear. Your sleek black push up bra and an accompanying thong–that was ruined by how wet you were– and his black Calvin klein boxers–that were holding his painfully hard dick. 

“S-so wet chan, please,baby.” You mewled out, feeling yet another surge of wetness ooze from your cunt. “Oh? You're so wet and I haven't even done anything yet,doll?” He teased, with a seductive lilt in his voice and tilt of his head. 

Laying on the bed, you drew your eyes closed and hissed as you felt the slight chap and plushness of his lips sucking at the juncture of your jaw and neck. “A-ah Chan. Fuck, so good,” you whined, your hands finding purchase at the hairs resting at the base of hips neck, pulling and tugging.

Little did you know, Chan had secretly grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of him sucking your neck. The picture only showing the lower half of your face. 

That was what he was going to post

Chuckling, Chan bit his teeth into the skin, hard enough to draw a hickey to the surface of what was your paled skin. “Yeah? Feels so good, honey? Bet your poor cunt is so drippy and wet for me, huh?” All you could do was nod your head quickly, as he slithered his hand down the plane of your torso and into your thong. 

“Poor doll, so fucking wet. You want my fingers?” Chan chuckled, leaning his head in to suck another hickey onto your skin. “Yes, yes please. Hhhnnnngggggg-fuck- please.” The words fumbled out of your mouth. Rubbing his calloused fingers along the slit of your cunt, he pressed them against your clit causing your body to jerk and your head to roll back.

“Oh my fuuck! Chan chan please,” you had all but managed to whine out before he rubbed brazen harsh circles and finger 8s on your clit. “Please what, doll? I'm giving you my fingers.” He laughed,haughtily. He knew what he was doing and he also knew he could make you cum from just rubbing your clit. 

As good as his fingers on your clit felt, and trust me it was good, you needed more. Closing your eyes, your hips bucked up and you cried. “Please more more! Hhhnnnngggggg! Want them in me, please chan!” You cried, hot tears of pleasure rolling down the plump apples of your cheeks. 

Chan loved seeing you cry when he was making you feel so good. It was one of his favorite sights, something he could write a song about. Hell, he already did but it was going to be unreleased.

With a dark chuckle, his fingers let up on your clit and he used his other hand to grab onto the fabric of your thong and pull it down your thighs. “Fuck, doll. So fucking wet. Poor cunt is all drippy for me.” He groaned out, once he saw the clear sticky string of your nectar connecting itself to your thong.

How could you not be wet? You bit your lit harshly and spread your legs further, feeling the pads of his fingers pressing at the entrance of your cunt. “Ah-ah! Fuck! So wet for you, channie!” You cried out, feeling his lips connect themselves with yours as he pushed 2 of his fingers into the wet walls of your cunt. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He breathed against your lips, slowly building a rhythm as he pumped his bulbous fingers into your cunt. “Pretty cunt sucked my fingers right in, doll.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. Shuddering, you let out a ragged breath and moan, to which he swallowed both. 

“Yes, yes. Hhhhnnnngggg feels so good, channie. Love your fingers!” You choked out, your breathing ragged as your chest rise and fell quickly. “Yeah?like my fingers, doll? Do they fill you up?” He snickered, the pace of his finger's quickening.

Soon enough, he was alternating between harsh pumps, slowed drags and just pressing on your g-spot with small vibrations. It was delicious, delirious and addictive. 

Going back to his fast harsh pumps, the palm of his hand was smacking against your clit with every push in. You were close, the coil of your orgasm tightening with every passing second. “Fuck fuck fuck! Channie! Close, close, ‘m gonna cum!” You sobbed, chest heaving and your legs fidgeting. 

Spitting into your mouth, chan fastened his pace and held your hips down. “Yeah? Wanna be a good little cumslut and soak my fucking fingers? Do it, do it so I can fuck you full of my big cock, doll.”

At that, the coil snapped and your vision went white. “Yeeeeeeesss! Hhhnngggg-fuck fuck fuck! Cumming!” You choked in broken sobs, your orgasm ripping through your body as you soaked his fingers. 

“Good girl, that's my good girl. Soaking my fingers like a dirty slut.” He cooed, venomously. Pulling his fingers out of your cunt, he pushed his boxers down as he hard and dripping cock sprang free. 

“All fours, doll.” He told you, which you somehow managed to hear. “Fuck, okay.” You whimpered, raising yourself into your limbs even though your arms collapsed, leaving only your ass in the air.

“Look at you. Offering that sweet cunt to me,” he chuckled, swiping his red and leaking cock head through your slit. “Please, channie. In me- need -” was all you managed to get out before he was pushing his cock in to the hilt. 

On the typical day, he would inch his cock into you. Sometimes even going as far as to count out each and every inch of his deliciously long, girthy, veiny cock. Hissing out, through bated breaths. “One inch in, doll. Stretching out so pretty around my big fucking cock.” The groans and grunts falling into the air, through his plump lips, into the room whose air smelt of pure unadulterated debauchery and sex. He’d inch another in, the grip your velvet walls on his girth almost suffocating.” Two in, doll. Fuck me.” Another inch, practically half way there. It felt never ending. But, when all 7 and half inches of his cock were sheathed in the warm, hot, suffocating,soft walls of your pussy it felt as if you didn’t know where you started and Chan ended.

At the moment, the base of his pelvis and his neatly trimmed pubic hairs were pressed so hotly smug against the crack of your ass. Slowly, he drew his hips back, eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull as a wet squelch sound echoed along the walls. As slowly as he withdrew his hips, he plunged his cock back into you. “Hnnnng! Oh my fuck! Channie!” You hiccuped, the breathing knocked out of your chest, at the force and precision of his thrust. 

“Fuuuuuuck, me. Pussy is so fucking wet, doll. What, does it get you hot and bothered all creamy in your pathetic little thong to know the world knows you belong to me?” He seethed, his breathing ragged. Picking up his pace, his hips snapped against yours, thus leaving a wet ring of  your arousal at the base of his cock. The most you were capable of doing was gripping the bed sheets around you and crying out in sheer, earth shattering pleasure. “Hnnnnngggg! A-ah-ah! Oh my god!” 

Yes. Yes it did, get you all hot, bothered and creamy to know the world was aware of your relationship—well not yet, at least.

“God can’t help you, doll. Now answer my question.”he barked, only continuing the brutal pummeling of his cock into the warm cavern that was your cunt. Smack. One sharp slap delivered to your ass cheeks, for each passing second you didn’t answer his question. “Answer the fucking question doll!”

Through your cries and hiccups, you nodded your head, feeling yourself get floaty. “Yes! Yes-fuck! Yes, I like knowing the world knows you’re mine and-“ another sharp thrust, his red mushroom cockhead bullying your g-spot. “Yes, it -fuuuuuck- it makes me hot and bothered and so fucking wet!”

While you lay there taking whatever Chan gave you, Chan reached to his bedside table to grab his phone. Opening the instagram app, he clicked the ‘make a new post’ button and threw the phone by your head. “I bet you fucking do, doll.” Snap, his pelvis collided against the swell of your ass, your ass cheeks rippling from the force. “Go ahead, post that fucking picture we took, doll. Let everyone know, I’m taken.” He sneered, a venomous laugh tumbling from his lips as his pace went from hard and brutal to deep and precise rolls. 

Incredulously, you peeked your eyes open, throwing a semi-horrified but mostly shocked face at him. “What!? Post the- hhhngg fuck I’m close- picture?! Are you fucking crazy, Chan!?” You argued, your eyes rolling back, as he punctuated his rolls to hit your g-spot with every punch in. Bending over your back, he sucked a hickey on the sweet spot behind your ear.  Chuckling, he panted, “yeah, crazy for you. Crazy in love with you crazy for this sweet fucking cunt.” He kissed the back of your neck, snapping his hips against yours.

Well. It’s his idea. 

Biting your lip, you moaned and took his phone into your hands, selecting the photo of you two. His plump luscious lips sucking the juncture of your neck and jaw. It was erotic, to say the leases, and definitely confirmed that Chan was in fact in a relationship. Swiping through the motions, you arched your ass into chan’s hips. “Fuck me, Chan. What should the caption be?”

02.14 

Valentine’s Day . This would be your third Valentine’s Day together. Each previous one being celebrated with lavish gifts, romantic candlelit dinners, making love

Which is a stark contrast to your current day. The feeling of chan’s hips ramming against yours, his mushroom cockhead leaking precum as he precisely hit your g-spot, the stretch of his cock in the tightness of your walls( no matter how many times you’d made love and fucked), the sounds of his groans and grunts. 

It was the polar opposite of your past shared valentines days. Chan could tell you were getting close. Man, he always knew. The way your warm wet walls would suffocate his cock in its vice like grip, leaking even more arousal to build at the thigh base of his cock wetting his pubic hair.  

Your breathing becomes shallow and broken with your desperate cries and begs and what he calls “pathetic princess pleas” for him to let you cum. Of course, he always did.

But, he had a little trick up his sleeve.

Sucking your earlobe into his mouth, he could feel every pulse and clench of your cunt as he bullied and abused your cunt with his ,magnificent, cock. “Hhhhhnnggggg!oh my fuuuuck! Chan Chan Chan,” you spilled, eyes clenching, the begs pouring from you like a faucet.

Cute. He thought it was cute. His own orgasm was creeping up on him, his balls full of hot thick cum waiting to be painting your walls. “I know, doll. But …..I need you to do one thing,for me,okay.” 

His rolls and thrusts and the gyrations of his hips never stopped, all the while. “Fuck-yes yes! Anything,channie! I’ll do anything, just let me cum please! I’m so close.” You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your throat burned from the amount of use it was going through.

“Post it,” he breathed into your ear. Post it? Post what— fuck. You had completely forgot about the post; that was to be uploaded on his instagram. That very instagram where he posted ‘boyfriend coded’ pictures that were taken by you. The instagram that had 7.1 MILLION followers— some of them being his own band members. 

The pleasure full abuse of his dick on your pussy had made you forget the post. The picture captioned a simple yet effective ‘02.14,’ “post it…..post it and I’ll give you my load, pump you full until you’re leaking and gasping for air, doll.” Chan slyly smiled down at your shaking form. Nodding, you shakily grabbed his phone, unlocking it with your Face ID; yes you had Face ID on his phone. 

With all the strength you could muster, your orgasm about to rip you to shreds and wreak havoc on your body, you hit the button. Posted. You cried, and curled your toes, hot cries leaving your body as you flashed him the screen, his post showing on the feed. 

Crying, your body seized and spammed, the hot white release pulling your body to the brink of reality. Damn was this orgasm strong. “Aaaaaggghhhhh! Hnnnggggg, fuck! I’m cumming fuck,Chan! Your vision was white, your release thoroughly coating the entirety of his cock. You came a lot. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of announcing your relationship in such an erotic way or the way Chan was fucking you so addicting lay well or both. 

Probably both.

“Fuck. Good fucking girl. Take my load, like the good doll you are.” He groaned, fully bottomed out as spurt after spurt and ribbon after ribbon of his viscous hot cum filled your walls. “Yeeaahhhhh. Taking your boyfriend’s cum after posting that picture. My good girl,he spat, a tinge of venom laced in his husky voice. 

Regaining your breathing, you collapsed on the bed, Chan collapsing by your side.”wow……..happy Valentine’s Day,baby.” He smiled, placing a kiss to your hair. “Wow, indeed. Happy Valentine’s Day,my channie.” You giggled, still out of breath. “Can’t believe we just hard launched our relationship,” you giggled out, suddenly remembering the post.

He chuckled and nodded, “I know..what do you think they’ll say.” Oh boy did people have a lot to say, you knew they would and you didn’t need to check the post. But, you hadn’t even checked instagram yet. His phone had been tossed somewhere on the bed when he came and yours was charging on your nightstand. That and the fact that your body had been practically turned into a pile of mush and goo with the way Chan was giving it to you. You were just too lazy. 

Pulling you into his side, he placed a delicate kiss on your temple. “Kinda feels good to be out about it, though.” That was true, you wouldn’t have to be so secretive, always hiding and being cautious and careful about being seen together in public. “Agreed, channie. It feels nice, but i know you and you’ll still be flirting with stays on the bubble. “You laughed, patting his toned chest with your hand. “What? I don’t flirt, with them.” 

Lies. Lies lies lies. Lies and he knows it. “Oh shut it, mister “teasing mrs.Bahng is what i live for,” You snorted, the recollection of his bubble messages playing through your head. 

The atmosphere had made a 180 degree turn, hearing the familiar ring of his phone. “Huh?Who could be calling me?” He mumbled, sitting up and perching himself on the foot of the bed, checking the caller ID.

JYP PD-nim

Shit. Fuck. Damn it. Shitting bricks. Crying. Throwing up. That was how he felt. You could sense the change of his mood, by the way his eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat. Raising your eyebrows, you crawled until you were sitting behind him letting your cheek rest against his toned and muscular back. 

“Hi, JYP pd-nim.” He chuckled out nervously. Oh fuck……it was his boss. “Hello, Bang Chan. I saw your recent post.” He replied, dryly. Uh oh. “I-I’m so sorry, pd-him. I’m- I don’t know how to even explain it,” Chan stuttered out.

All of a sudden, a devilish idea popped in your head. Mess with him. Resting your cheek on his back, you slid your hands around his front and guided them around his chest. What were you doing, he thought. He was literally on the phone with his boss, for fucks sake. And you want to play games with him?

Dangerous. A dangerous game indeed. “Well, Bang Chan, I will have to release a formal statement and apology,” JYP sounded through the phone. His voice was calm but Chan's voice wouldn’t be. Slowly, you meticulously dragged your hands down to his softening cock. “I- i understand, pd-him.” He admonished, slightly choking on his saliva when your soft hands wrapped around his girth.

Muting the phone, he turned to you. “Yeah! What the fuck are you doing? I'm talking to my boss. Sit on your pretty ass and behave!” Chan barked at you, causing a gush of wetness to escape from your cunt, as you slowly jerked his cock.“ What if i don’t want to?” You giggled. Oh, you were in for it. RIP your pussy, again.

“Hello? Bang Chan are you still there? This is a very important conversation.” You could hear the words come from the speaker, your chin on chan’s shoulder as your lips sucked love bites into his tanned skin. “Yes! Yes, i’m here pd-nim.” He replied, swatting your thigh in warning.

A warning you did not heed, only fastening your hand causing a dribble of precum to spill from the slit of his now hard, again, cock.  Choking back a groan, he covered it with a cough and a “sorry, my throat is a little dry.” Another lie. Softly, you giggled and watched as his breathing hitched and he panicked. 

The conversation continued, as did your teasing. Your manicured fingernails leave scratches on his chest, as your body pressed against his back. He was going to snap, soon. “Listen to your boss, channie.” The whisper crossed his ears, as your lips were against the shell of his right ear.

Oh, he had enough of you and your games. Squishing the phone between his ear and shoulder, he turned to you and pressed you into the mattress. Once he muted the call, he pushed your legs into a mating press. “Wanna be a naughty doll and play games, huh? Well, I’ve had enough,’ and with that he was pushing his cock into your cunt and setting a brutal pace. 

Unmuting the call, JYP was still going on about what if dispatch put an article out, that some stay are young and impressionable, he should’ve talked to JYP about confirming your relationship to the public. 

At the moment, it was falling on Chan’s deaf ears.  he knew this was an important conversation which he should’ve been present in, paying attention because the post was suggestive and slightly erotic and could have big implications. Yes he should have been paying attention to what his boss  was saying.

But, how could he when your cunt was sucking him in and was so tight and snug around him, especially when he had fucked you not even 10 minutes ago? He couldn’t.  What was JYP going to do, anyways? Fire Chan? No, not in a million years. Put him on a hiatus? Shit, that’s mean he’d get to spend more time with you and fuck you more. He wouldn’t be complaining.

“Hello? Hello? Bang Chan?” He heard in one year, the wet squelches of his cock driving into your cunt playing through his other ear. With foxish eyes, you bit your lip. Moans and pants falling from your lips. “Aaaaah…hhhnnggg. So good, channie. More, give me more.”

If more was what you wanted then more was what you would get. Delivering a harsh thrust, his cock was fully bottomed out in you as he withdrew a couple inches. Pushing back in, his cockhead was fully pressing around your g-spot. He knew its location so well. “Yeah? Like that, doll?” He chuckled, his boss still spilling words about the post and blah blah blah.

In all honesty, Chan couldn’t care less. But you wanted to poke the bear some more. “Chan-ah. Pay attention to him,” you breathlessly giggled, feeling your toes curl. Your second orgasm of the night approaching. “Pay attention? How can I pay attention when your tight little pussy is sucking me in, doll?” He punctuated his question with a hard thrust.

“Ah! ah ah fuck,channie!” You moaned, reaching up to tug on his ebony hair. He had a point. If you were on the phone while he was balls deep inside you, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to pay attention. “See, doll? Can’t pay attention when you feel so good around me,” he chuckled out, his lush lips pressing against the swells of your breasts. 

“Chan-fuck! It’s your boss,” you helplessly cried, as he only continued to delve and plow his cock into you. “No, just focus on us, doll. I know you want to cum again. And i know you want me to fill you up again, yeah?” He chided, phone still tucked between his ear and shoulder. 

Rolling your eyes back, you nodded. Damn, he was right that you wanted him to fill you again and that you wanted to cum again. “I can feel you getting close. Your little cunt is all gushy and squeezing me, doll. Give me one more,baby.” He coerced, rolling his hips into your, your thighs perched high on his. “I know you want to,” and damn did you.

As close as you were, you needed just a touch more, a nudge, a push. Something, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it. Tongue. That was what you needed. “Moaning, you pulled Chan down for a hot kiss. Immediately, your tongues fought for dominance. 

That beloved second orgasm was getting closer and closer. “I can tell you want to cum. Come on baby, one more.” Chan breathed in your mouth. His lips swallowed each and every one of your cries, pants, hiccups, pleas. Tearfully, you cried into his mouth, hands pulling his hair. “Right there, I’m right there. Fuck! Hhhnnnggggg channie!” You pleaded, your muscles spamming and twitching again as your back arched from where it laid on your bed. 

“Let go for me doll. Soak me good and I’ll fill you up.” He bargained, the pace in his rolls and thrusts faltering. His own second orgasm on the brink of grasping his conscience. He couldn’t hold out much longer, so he reached a hand to rub quick calculated circles on your clit. 

 “I-hng! Fuuuuck! Yes yes, like that! I’m gonna cum!” You wailed, sobbing as your head tipped back and the band of your orgasm snapped. For the second time that night, your vision went white and your body was made mush. Pliable for whatever Chan wished.

But, all he wished was to cum in you, fill you with his seed. And that was exactly what he did. Pinching his eyes shut, his hips staggered before stilling against your own. “Yeeeeah, taking my cum again. Juuuust like that, squeezing my cock so good.” He groaned out,voice husky and raspy.  He came a lot, leaking out of your abused hole and onto the bedding below your now sweaty bodies. 

Those sheets were absolutely ruined, but it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last. 

Cynically, Chan unmuted the phone call and held his phone to you. “Want to say hi to JYP pd-nim, doll?”

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[moonlightsolo]

the eastern sea.

summary: fleeing the omatikaya clan means you’re leaving everything you’ve ever known behind. the native reef people of awa’atlu are not very open-minded with your kind- but with neteyam by your side everything will be perfectly fine… right?

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: spoilers for atwow, metkayina being kinda rac!st (im sorry they’re mean), smooching, angst, nete fighting ao’nung n his goblins for you 😩

note: if none of y’all leave feedback n just simply leave a like i will block u (not really) but give me some attention to feed my ego!!!!!!!

part one | part two | part four | part five

your heart aches. 

it mourns for the life you’re leaving behind; the only one you’ve ever known. the forest, the people of omatikaya, and of course… your home. 

you watch the ceremony in tears with your fingers intertwined tightly with neteyam’s. his grip grows stronger as the time goes by from attempting to control his emotions. 

jake sully has surrendered his leadership as olo’eyktan. the position is to be taken over by another na’vi named tarsem. 

you can’t help but glance up at the sully boy, his round eyes watery but with no threat to spill out onto his cheeks. he’s trying to stay strong for his family, and for you.

your heart hurts for him, knowing that should have been him. neteyam was next in line after toruk makto and that opportunity was stripped away right in front of him. 

jake leads his family down the steps of the tree of souls, ears pointed downward in defeat as the people, your family, cry out from everybody’s departure. some reach out to touch the shoulders of your group as you walk by, a sign of farewell. 

you can’t help but stifle sobs into your free hand, unable to hold back your tears as you walk through the gathering of na’vi. 

neteyam leads you through the crowd, his thumb rubbing circles into the top of your hand as he nods softly as to say goodbye to a few people. 

the boy helps you climb onto the back of his ikran, now almost eye level with you. he pauses for a moment to look into your eyes, a smile barely grazing his lips before situating himself in front of you. 

you take one last look at the clan, the ones who accepted you for who you are. not knowing if this will be the last time you will see them, and to feel the forest around you. 

jake chirps out a rallying yelp, echoed by neytiri, kiri, lo’ak, and neteyam; all signaling they’re ready to depart.  

jake is the first to take off, his ikran gaining speed as it rises in the air. next is neytiri and tuk, followed by kiri on her own ikran, lo’ak on his, and finally, you and neteyam. 

your arms tighten around his slender waist, digging your cheek into the warmth of his back. you stare down at the clan that grows smaller as you ascend higher into the sky. 

eventually you break free from the forests embrace, flying off the coast over the rough ocean. you take the time to admire the entirety of it; the massive trees that usually tower into the sky above you, look so small from up here.. the magnificent flora and animals that live amongst the grass, like the mountain banshees that scatter the wind, making you wish that you had enough time to rastle your own. 

your grip tightens around neteyam, a soft sniffle sounding from your nose. one of his hands release from the reins of his ikran to hold your forearm, his thumb gently rubbing your skin in attempt to comfort you. it takes everything to break your gaze from the forest, taking the easy way out by nuzzling into his back. 

the warmth emitting his body and the soft sea breeze slowly lulls you to sleep, your grip never falters from around his waist but a nap ensues. 

a crack of lightning startles you awake, sending you into a panic. 

how much time has gone by? 

you’re drenched from the rain, but somehow covered in neteyams shawl. a gust of wind catches under the ikrans wing, sending you both in a zig zag pattern in the air. your arms squeeze his waist tightly, almost worrying that you’ll crush him under your vice-like grip. 

the water droplets catch on your lashes, making your eyes squint as the harsh rain hits your bodies at an angle. the dark sky flashes with lightning, loud booming thunder vibrates everything around you. 

as neteyam rounds a large rock, a wave crashes against the stone sending the water upwards into the sky. the sea mist cascades over your body, making you gasp in shock as the salty water splashes over your bodies. 

the six of you power through the storm, the sunrise creeping through the darkened clouds slowly replaces the rain. your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, as if it’ll topple off into the depths of the sea below you. 

you sleepily blink as you come to, the warmth of the sun lays upon your back like a warm hug. “we’re almost there.” neteyam glances behind his shoulder to look down at you. the boy looks equally, or even more, as sleepy as you. 

you lean over the ikran, gasping at the crystal clear cerulean water. you revel at the sight of the colorful reefs and sea animals beneath the surface, hoping you’ll get the opportunity to swim alongside them. 

your eyes catch an island in the distance, a tall grassy mountain sitting by itself in the water surrounded by rocky formations. 

there it is… awa’atlu. 

“it’s so beautiful.” you breathe out with a wide grin, eyes taking in the new environment. 

you unravel from your embrace around him, leaning backwards with your arms out in the wind like a bird. the feeling of the warm wind flow across your body is freeing, as if you’re soaring through the sky like an ikran.  

neteyam can’t help but smile at you and your excitement, but inside, his heart is uneasy. he doesn’t know if the metkayina will welcome his family into their clan, even after this strenuous journey they’ve endured. 

on the outskirts of the island, the ikrans sail over a seabank filled with natural pools. the sea people amongst the grounds holler and yip at the presence of flying banshees breaching their perimeter. 

as you grow closer, you realize that there are thick mangrove trees that cover the entire coast, shading it from the strength of the sun. a loud horn sounds from the somewhere in the village, making your ears perk up. 

all five ikrans circle the village looking for a spot to land. neytiri and jake spot a sand bank, pointing for the rest to follow. 

neytiri is the first to land alongside jake, instantly helping tuk off the animal.

once all the family’s ikrans land on the sand, neteyam sighs in defeat as he steps off, “here we go.” he mumbles with a bite to his voice. he reaches a hand out to help you off, but you’ve already slid down the side and hopped into the sand. 

you stare down at your toes wiggling in the white powder that is so unfamiliar to you. it’s like dirtbutit’s so warm and soft. 

with every yip coming from the growing crowd of reef people, your ears twitch. “on me.” jake gestures to the four of you to follow. neteyam’s hand barely grazes over your lower back to guide you between lo’ak, kiri, and himself- all he wants to do is keep you safe. 

jake walks forward with his hands out in surrender as the foreign clan starts to surround your much smaller group. the amount of eyes you can feel on your skin makes you pull neteyams shawl tighter around your upper body. 

neteyam and lo’ak sign ‘i see you’ to two younger metkayina boys, who surprisingly don’t return the gesture. “easy. just be cool.” jake says calmly to his boys. 

“look! what is that?” the shorter one laughs as he points at the neteyam and lo’aks tails, “is that supposed to be a tail?” the comment makes the taller one laugh as they circle your group like predators on prey. 

the taller one locks eyes with you, making your gaze shift from neteyam and then back to him. “and you’ve brought a sky demon.” 

although it was meant to be a statement, his words sound condescending. you refuse to look back up at the boy, shuffling closer to neteyams back. 

lo’ak is too enamored with a girl to pay attention to what was going on. his round eyes watch her emerge from the water, which makes neteyam slyly smirk at his brother from his evident staring. 

“it is too small. how do they swim with it? that one doesn’t even have a tail!” they keep throwing insults at you and the boys, pointing and cackling. 

“enough! roxto, ao’nung.” the girl scolds the metkayina boys by slapping their hands. 

so that what their names are. 

the girl raises her eyes, making eye contact with lo’ak. “hey.” the younger sully boy awkwardly nods at her, making her giggle and look down. 

you can’t help but stifle your laughter, making neteyam look down at you with the same look. your attention is quickly taken away from the budding romance by three large flying fish leaping over your heads. 

a few droplets of water fall onto your face and before you could wipe them away, neteyam beats you to it by swiping his thumb across your salty skin. 

a large metkayina man decorated in bright colored garb emerges from the sea- the olo’eyktan, the chief. your heart thumps rapidly against your rib cage as he grows closer to jake. 

“tonowari, i see you.” jake signs to him, which the larger man quickly signs back. he makes the gesture to each family member, including you. his eyes linger on you for a moment, before continuing on. phew. 

you know you don’t look like the others. your skin isn’t that beautiful shade of blue, but more resembling your mothers with darker opaque stripes on your skin. 

a woman pushes her way through the crowd, her piercing gaze burning a hole through your clan. she does not look happy at the sight of the forest people on her turf. 

“i see you, ronal.” jake bends down, as well as neytiri. the woman doesn’t reciprocate the greeting. 

“why do you come to us, jake sully?” tonowari questions. 

“we seek uturu.” jake gestures to his family. 

“uturu?” the tsahìk looks baffled by jake’s sentence, and you can’t help but watch her reactions.

“a sanctuary for my family.” jake adds desperately. 

“we are reef people. you are forest people. your skills will mean nothing here.” tonowari speaks, watching his mate weave throughout your clan with a demeaning stare. 

“so we will learn your ways, right?” jake looks over at neytiri for help. 

your breathing stops when ronal weaves through your group, her hand snatches neytiri’s tail to observe it before grabbing tuk’s arm to lift it. 

“their arms are thin.” she moves onto kiri, gripping her tail painfully, “their tails are weak… you will be slow in the water.” 

kiri protests as she pulls her tail out of ronal’s hands, furrowing her brows at the touchy lady. 

the tsahìk grips kiri’s hand to show it off to her people, “these children are not even true na’vi. they have demon blood!” 

her eyes dance over the forest people, before making contact with your own. her face drops as she looks you over, making your breathing halt in your chest as she rushes over to you. 

“and they‘ve brought a demon with them!” she exclaims to her people, her hand strongly grips your wrist, jerking it into the air for everybody around you to gawk at. 

gasps and hisses travel throughout the crowd at the sight of you, making your head hang in shame and tears spring to your eyes. you knew this would happen. they wouldn’t accept you for who you are. you’re considered an outsider, an enemy. 

neteyam hisses as he yanks your wrist out of her grip, his arm protectively wraps around your shoulders to push you behind him. before she could argue with the boy, jake takes a step forward between the three of you.

“look! look!” jake lifts his hand to her face, showing off his five fingers as he flips his hand, “i was born of the sky people and now i am na’vi. her mother was born of the sky people and her father was a na’vi! alright, she can adapt. you can adapt. we all can adapt, okay?” 

neytiri places her hand on your shoulder to comfort you before walking up to ronal, “my husband was toruk makto. he led the clans to victory against the sky people.” 

ronal almost scoffs at her words, “this is what you call victory? hiding amongst strangers? it seems eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one.”  she directs the nickname to jake in a derogatory tone. 

neytiri’s shoulders push back as she hisses at her, causing ronal to hiss back just as angrily. 

as the commotion ensues, you look up at neteyam with a weary look in your eyes. he can’t help but reciprocate as he glances at you, before going back to watching his parents with the leaders of the sea clan. 

“toruk makto is a great war leader,” tonowari places his hand on jakes shoulder, “all na’vi people know his story.” he speaks to his people, “but we, metkayina, are not at war.” 

tonowari turns to jake again, “we cannot let you bring your war here.” 

his words make your heart drop, is he going to turn all of you away after this entire time? 

“i’m done with war, okay?” sully holds tuk on his hip as he tries to explain himself, “i’m just- i’m just trying to keep my family safe.” 

you gulp as tonowari and ronal share a few silent glances before she nods reluctantly, “toruk makto and his family will stay with us,” your body tenses up as he continues, “treat them as our brothers and sisters. they do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath.” you wince at the comment. 

“teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.” he stares down jake as the last word leaves his mouth. 

jake let’s out a breath, a soft sound of disbelief. “what do we say?” he softly touches tuk’s shoulder. 

“thank you.” she smiles up at the chief.

“my son ao’nung and my daughter tsireya will show your children and the girl what to do.” he gestures to them by his side. 

“father, wha-” the boy goes to complain, but he’s cut off by the older man, “it is decided.” 

the girl from the water smiles beautifully as she steps forward, almost excited to be in charge. “come. i will show you our village.” 

tsireya leads everybody to their new home over a bouncy net material that hovers over the water. tuk starts to hop with one of her hand holding yours, even if your arms are full of supplies you bounce along with her. 

tsireya stops in front of an empty marui with a big smile, “this is for you. your new home.” 

jake says something you can’t make out, but you can tell by how neytiri drops the rug on the ground that she’s upset. 

the rest of the day is taken up by unloading every piece of luggage into your new home, and setting up for the next day. 

there’s one extra pod, where jake and neytiri will stay, that connects to the main room while the rest of you will find a spot in the large living area. 

once your space is set up in the corner of the marui, you can’t help but walk outside to watch the sun sink into the horizon. you sit down on the bouncy weaved fabric, swinging your legs over the clear water. 

the sun casts a golden hue over your skin, the warmth embraces you and pulls you in. you take a moment to breathe, to let your brain rest from all the commotion going on behind you. 

the sully’s are having a family meeting, one you’d rather not be apart of. you can slightly overhear jakes voice, picking out some sentences. 

“learn fast, pull your weight, don’t cause trouble, got it?” 

you almost scoff at his orders, like they’ll listen to him- especially lo’ak. 

“sully’s stick together.” 

the saying makes your lungs pause mid-breath, and for some reason it makes your heart ache. you know the sully’s accept you, and they will always be there for you, but you’re different. 

you’ll always be different, and today showed you that will never change. 

a hand on your shoulder startles you, making you jump in your spot and looking behind you with frantic eyes. 

your gaze softens when you see neteyam’s face, looking down at you with concern in his eyes. “are you alright?” he takes the quick moment between your response time to sit down next to you, his thigh pressed against the side of yours. 

“i am…” you take a deep breath before continuing, “i’m just taking it all in. trying to think of all the good reasons why we’re here.”

his arm wraps around your shoulders, his forearm hanging over the front of you. instinctively, you lean into his chest, letting out a soft sigh. 

just his touch alone relaxes you, bringing you to a tranquil state, “i’m sorry that they said those things about you. you know you’re not a demon, right?” 

his words make you laugh slightly, “yes, i know i’m not a demon.” one of your arms snake around his back to hold onto him while the other rests on his thigh. 

before either of you could say anything, someone walks up behind you both. 

“you kids okay?” jake plops himself down beside neteyam, making you pull yourself slightly away of his embrace out of embarrassment.

“yes, sir.” you mumble, nodding your head as you sheepishly glance down at your feet hanging over the darkening water.

“it’s going to be hard for you to adjust to this lifestyle, kid. for all of us, but you especially.” jake talks directly to you, making your eyebrows furrow. 

“just let me know if anyone… and i mean anyone gives you any trouble, okay?” jake gives you a curt nod, “thank you.” you mumble out gratefully, sending a smile his way. 

“‘course. everyone is heading to bed now, so i’ll leave you kids to it… just uh.. be safe, yeah? don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” jake looks at neteyam specifically, before slapping his hand down on his sons shoulder and standing up. 

“dad.” neteyam hisses out in embarrassment, earning a chuckle from him as he walks inside the marui back to his family. 

you laugh softly and lean back into neteyams side, arm returning to the spot around his waist. the two of you sit there in silence as the sky grows darker, listening to the soft waves breaking on the shore. 

you let out a little yawn from your fatigue finally catching up to you. the grip around his waist loosens as your body succumbs to your exhaustion, making neteyam smile as your sleepy head bobs. 

the sully boy gently lays both of yoh back on the netted structure you’re sitting on, positioning your head on his chest with his arm wrapped around your frame. his eyes attempt to fight the heaviness weighing down his eyelids, but it quickly pulls him under with you.

…..

“hey, wake up.” someone’s voice calls in your dream, “are you two alive? wake up!”

you suck in a sharp breath when the cushion underneath you is suddenly pulled out from under your head. the bright sun blinds you, almost making you hiss from the sensitivity. your hands come up to shield your eyes, squinting as you look around at the now brightened environment. 

a large figure steps in front of the sun, casting a shadow on your body and forces the light to illuminate the back of their head. it’s neteyams dad. 

where are you right now? why aren’t you in the marui? did you fall asleep outside?

“are you going to sleep all day or actually get up and do something with yourselves?” jake lectures with his hands on his hips. 

you look over to your side, bumping your forehead on the sharp shoulder owned by neteyam. “ouch.” your voice cracks from your dry throat. 

“your siblings are getting ready to go out in the water with tonowari’s children. i expect the two of you to go with them.” 

oh wow, he’s being stern like a dad.. with you. your brain can barely comprehend any words right now from still being half-asleep. 

“hello?” jake calls out into the silence. 

“uhuuh yes sir. we’re getting up now.” neteyam spits something out, making you scramble to your feet along with him. 

instead of getting up smoothly, you and neteyam’s limbs get tangled together causing you to topple back down to the ground. the bouncy material causes you both to fly into the air and back down on top of each other. 

elbows dig into each others sides, knees clack together, and heads bang with a loud crack. you’re sitting in a jumbled mess, groaning and laughing in pain. 

jake exhales loudly, one of his hands rub his temples in frustration. “just make sure you’re ready in five.” he starts to walk away, “i can’t deal with those two…” he mumbles to himself. 

neteyam is the first to stand after your fit of giggles, picking you up along with him. he stumbles his way back into the pod with you before plopping your feet on the ground. 

you stand tall, stretching your arms high above your head with a much-needed yawn. neteyam takes the opportunity to fit his head in the opening of your arms so he could give you a hug. 

he nuzzles into your neck like a cat, rubbing his nose under your jawbone. “i don’t want to get ready.” his breath fans over your neck, making you shiver. 

“me either. i don’t want to hang out with those kids.” you grumble which makes him chuckle and look down at you, “you don’t like someone?” he asks as if he’s surprised you’re being mean.

the gleam in his eyes makes your stomach flutter- as if he wants to devour you and worship you all at the same time. he leans forward to kiss you, his lips perfectly molding with yours.

neteyam takes his time kissing you, relishing in the fact that you’re here in this foreign village with him. he pulls back with a sigh, making your face crinkle with worry, “what’s wrong, nete?” 

“it’s past five minutes.” he whispers teasingly, making your eyes roll. 

“fine, i guess we should get ready.” you reluctantly pull out of his embrace to search for your things to get changed, forcing neteyam outside for your privacy. 

you can hear muffled conversation from outside the pod, making you hurry up and scurry outside hoping it’s not his dad. 

“come on, you skxwangs. we’re all waiting.” lo’ak gestures with his head for you two to follow him. 

on the way there, you find kiri and tuk waiting. tuk squeals your name and practically jumps on you to hug you tightly. “oh hi, tuk!” you gently squeeze her. 

“come on! they’re leaving without us!” she lets go to follow her brothers down to a deeper part of the water, almost a dock of some sort. 

tsireya, ao’nung, and roxto are waiting at the end, their conversation stopping once they notice the five of you walking up. 

“you guys ready?” she calls out with a dimpled smile. 

“let’s go.” ao’nung and roxto dive into the water first. tsireya sighs, motioning with her hand for everyone to follow as she jumps in right behind them.

your heart skips a beat from the excitement of finally being able to swim, “come on!” you slap the back of your hand against neteyam’s chest before sprinting down to the end of the dock. 

you leap into the air and let out a loud whooping yelp, before crashing into the ocean. once the bubbles around you clear up, the environment around you comes to life. 

the terrain is so different from the forest, being underwater is the first, but there is so much life swimming every where around you. 

you dive a little deeper, admiring the large colorful rocks and coral that decorate the sea floor and roots of the mangroves. that’s where you see tsireya and the two metkayina boys, ao’nung and roxto. above you, lo’ak and neteyam are slowly following with tuk floating right below the surface.

you continue to swim, your smaller limbs somehow keeping up with the natives. especially with your barely healed ankle. you spin around to swim on your back to glance up at the boys, smiling wide. your fingers wave at them, making lo’ak elbow neteyam in the side to look down at you.

after receiving a smile from your nete, your attention is taken away by a plant surrounded by fish that sparkle under the sunlight. you grin as they circle around your head before swimming way, blending in with the rest of ocean. 

you glance up at neteyam and lo’ak and instead of meeting their eyes, you see their feet kicking as their heads stick above the water. 

quickly, you push off the bottom of the ocean to send yourself upwards until your head breaches the surface. 

“you alright?” you breathe out heavily, inhaling some fresh air as your arms wade to keep you afloat. 

“you’re so fast. how are you doing it?!” neteyam cackles at you as his hands reach to pinch your waist. you squeal and send a splash towards him. 

“slow down! we can’t keep up.” tuk whines, making you paddle over to her, “do you want me to swim with you?” you happily offer. 

she nods excitedly with a beam, her arms flying around your neck to hug you. 

tsireya and the other two pop up, “are you guys okay?”

“yeah. they’re just not good at swimming.” you say playfully, earning a killer side eye from neteyam and lo’ak. 

“maybe good at swinging through trees…” ao’nung says cockily, making his sister hit his head with her hand. 

“come on, bro.” lo’ak grumbles. 

“we don’t speak this finger talk.” neteyam motions with his hand, “i will teach you.” she replies. 

“follow us. we’ll go slower.” tsireya smiles and nods before disappearing under the water again. you suck in a deep breath, grabbing tuk’s hand before ducking under the water with her. 

tsireya leads all of you to a shallow sandbar where a few other metkayina are hanging about. 

ao’nung is the first to stand up with the rest of you following behind. he clicks his tongue and whoops to summon three underwater animals. 

“these are ilu. if you want to live here, you have to ride.” he explains to the group as the animals wait for instruction. 

this is your first time making tsaheylu with an animal. your kuru has always been just like everyone else’s, encased in a long braid down your back. 

tsireya leads lo’ak to one, while roxto helps neteyam. you’re left with ao’nung. 

the metkayina boy gestures for you to follow him into the water, “have you ever made bond with an animal before?” he asks. 

“no, i haven’t. this would be my first time.” you say a bit nervously. he almost chuckles, you can tell he holds himself back saying something smart. he leads you into the shallow part of the water, holding onto the animals neck to steady it for you. 

“just climb on. gently.. gently.” he guides you onto its back until you’re straddling the saddle. he holds up the part of the animal where you connect your kuru to. 

the pink tendrils emerge from the ends of your hair, tangling with the ilu’s. 

your entire body goes still as your nervous systems become one, a shock of electricity buzzes throughout your nerve-endings. the animal chitters under your thighs, making you suck in a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. 

you can’t help but let out a happy laugh. you can feel the animals heartbeat in sync with your own, how it’s lungs expand with every inhale, breathing amongst yours.

“there you go.” ao’nung chuckles at your excitement, before slapping the back of the animal. it squaks and takes off, diving deep into the sea scarily fast. 

the pressure of the water sends you flying off, twirling and spinning in as it leaves you in the dust. you kick with all of your might to make it to the surface, wanting to take a deep breath but instead you cough up water. 

the salty liquid burns at your nostrils, making you gag as you try to breathe. 

you make your way back to the sand bank, crawling up onto the wet sand and flopping onto your back. your chest heaves as you try to breathe normally, shielding your eyes from the sun beating down onto you. 

tuk appears above you, seemingly upside down from your view. “are you okay?” her voice is full of worry as she looks over your face. 

you can hear people cackling to the side, making your head turn towards the sound. it’s ao’nung and his stupid friends. you groan as you turn towards at the sky, squeezing your eyes shut. “yeah, tuk… i’m fine.” you breathe out. 

you sit up with a painful whine, gripping your side as you stand up fully. 

tsireya emerges from the water with a panting lo’ak, obviously he’s having some trouble too. “we can get started on learning how to hold your breath.” 

your eyes dart around the area for neteyam, heart starting to race when you can’t find him. 

“where is-?” you’re cut off by two hands slapping down on your shoulders, making you look up at whoever is behind you. 

“where is who, hm?” neteyam flashes his smile down at you, his wet braids drip water droplets onto your warm skin. you let out a relieved breath when you realize it’s him, instantly leaning back into his chest. 

his arms casually cross over your shoulders, holding you into place as he looks around at everyone. “so what are we doing next?” 

“come.” tsireya motions with her hand to follow her. she leads the three of you onto some rocks, climbing over them and dodging the sharp edges with her feet. 

kiri pops her head out of the water, calling to tuk so she can bring her back to the village. somehow the girl already found her own ilu after splitting from the group in the water. you know she has her own way of doing things, especially things that deal with nature. 

you wave to them both before neteyam grabs your hand to pull you along with him. 

tsireya, lo’ak and roxto are sitting in a circle on a flat part of the rocks. you sit down between neteyam and lo’ak, crossing your legs. 

“breathe in…” tsireya puts one of her hands on her chest and the other on her belly as she inhales. you follow her movements, taking a deep breath and exhaling just like her. “and breathe out.”

her hand extends, holding something imaginary in her fingertips, “imagine a flickering flame. you must slow down your heartbeat.” 

her eyes travel to lo’ak who was staring a hole into the side of her face. the boy stills as one of her hands press against his chest and the other against his stomach. “breathe in… breathe from down here. breathe out slowly..”

lo’ak continues to breathe with her instructions, but you can tell he is tense from how close she is. 

“lo’ak, your heartbeat is fast.” she looks up at him. 

“sorry.” he quickly looks away, “try to focus.” she mumbles as she intently listens to his breathing. 

you glance up at neteyam and roxto, holding back a laugh as you breathe along with them. the tension between those two could be cut with a knife.

“let your mind go clear.” 

after going through a few more breathing excercises with tsireya, she decides you’re all ready to practice the new techniques underwater. she summons the ilu’s to the surface, diving into the water and mounting onto the back of hers. 

you take a deep breath before jumping into the water, using all your muscles to pull yourself onto the back of your own. once you make bond with the animal, the similar shiver bolts down your spine. you gently pet the animals head, smiling as you internally calm them down. 

someone’s eyes burn into your skin, making you look to either side of you. neteyam is staring at you with a proud grin on his face, sitting on the saddle of his ilu. he sends a wink your way before diving under the water, making you gasp. 

you’re right behind him, diving straight down into the water. your ilu know to swim faster because you want to catch up to him and this time, you make sure to hold on tight. 

you chase him around a tall root of a mangrove, your hand reaches out to try and grab his tail but the boy is way too fast.

neteyam makes a sharp turn upwards, bolting towards the surface where tsireya and lo’ak are sitting. you roll your eyes and follow, breaching the surface with a big inhale of fresh air. 

“you scared i was going to catch up to you?” you tease him, leaning forward on your saddle to look past lo’ak’s body to talk to neteyam on the other side.

“scared? i’m just too fast foryou.” he replies arrogantly, making you playfully gasp in shock.

“low blow, bro.” lo’ak laughs. 

“say that three times fast. i dare you, lo’ak.” you squint at the younger brother, earning a splash of water sent your way. 

“on that note, i’m going back to the village.” your ilu starts to swim forward slowly, “you guys coming?” 

neteyam starts to follow you, but the other two stay behind. “i’m going to help lo’ak with his breathing. we’ll be right behind you guys.” tsireya smiles at the two of you.

neteyam and you share a silent glance before shrugging and taking off under the water. the two of you chase each other until you meet the waters edge, hopping off in the shallow water and swimming the rest of the way to shore. 

neteyam helps you walk as you tread through the wet sand, laughing and giggling about the day. 

“and then.. and then you went like this!” you motion with your hands as if they were the two of you underwater. your hands cross over each other as you demonstrate to him how you swam together. 

as both of you walk farther up the beach, you finally realize that less and less metkayina are around you. 

you lift your eyes up from your hands, darting around to see them scurry out of your way. as if you were diseased. your heart drops to your feet and your hands fall to your sides, slapping against your upper thighs. 

“don’t worry about them. keep going.” neteyam urges you, one of his hands come up to your shoulder to pull you closer to him. 

“i just can’t believe they’re still so afraid. if i was going to do something to them, i would have done it already.” you huff out in frustration, continuing to walk up towards the village. 

neteyam leads you back to the marui, his arm sits around your shoulders. almost possessively, to show that you are not to be messed with. 

when you walk inside you see kiri, who perks up at your presence, “i was waiting for you! come!” she jumps up from her spot on the floor, grabbing your wrist to pull you out of neteyams grasp. 

“hey! where are you going?” he calls after you, making you turn your head and shrug. 

“somewhere you don’t need to be!” kiri calls back to him, making you giggle as you follow her. she continues to pull you along to the end of the walkway, hopping off into the white sand. 

“kiri, what are we doing?” you softly laugh as you stumble through the sand behind her, “i just need to show you something.” 

your eyebrows furrow, but you continue to oblige. she pulls you down into the clear water, landing on her knees. “look!” she dunks her head underwater, staring at something in the sand. 

you follow her movements, pressing your face into the cool water as you lay on your stomach. 

she points at a tiny pinhole in the sand, almost barely visible to the naked eye. as the gentle waves caress the back of your head, and over the two of you, a little bubble pops on the surface of the hole. 

kiri smiles wide, pulling her head to talk to you. “did you see it?” 

you sit up, resting back on your heels and blinking a few times as you try to understand why she’s so excited about a bubble. “i did.” 

“you think it’s stupid, don’t you.” she sighs, shaking her head. “no! kiri, i don’t. of course, i don’t.” you shake your head, grabbing her wrist to hold her hand. 

before either of you could respond, you see something poking out of the hole. kiri hushes you and plunges her face into the water to watch a little claw extend from it. 

you can’t help but play along, putting your face into the water to watch the creature emerge. until it sees two giant faces hovering above, and scurries back into its home. 

the two of you lay there, feet kicking above the water as you watch the bubbles pop and the creature tease you by popping out and going back in. it’s quite therapeutic actually. just laying here and watching bubbles. 

muffled conversation and splashing grows louder in the water as a few pairs of feet come closer to you and kiri. your head is the first to emerge from the water, blinking away the liquid from your lashes. 

oh great mother. it’s ao’nung and his friends. this isn’t going to be good. 

“huh? what’d you say?” kiri is the first to speak as she sits back on her legs, looking up at the group of boys. 

you sit up along with her, staring up at them as your heart pounds. you’re ready to fight if they try anything. 

“are you guys some kind of… freaks?” ao’nung asks as if it was a serious question. 

“he asked if you are a freak.” roxto repeated the question, like the little ass-kisser that he is.

your eyebrows furrow as you scoff, your hand grips kiri’s to pull her out of the water and up toward the dry sand. 

“no, we are not.” kiri rolls her eyes as you drag her up to the shore. 

“are you sure? i mean you’re not even real na’vi, and that one isn’t even supposed to be here.” the boy continues to make fun, but all you do is tune it out. 

“come on, kiri. let’s go.” you try to pull her along but he continues his rant, “the demon speaks!” he exclaims as the cackling boys crowd around you, harboring you both in the middle. 

“i mean look at her! her skin isn’t even the same as ours, and look at their hands! i mean look at them!” ao’nung reaches out to grip kiri’s wrist while another boy grabs yours. 

you attempt to pull away, but his strength is too hard to overcome. 

“hey!” someone shouts from across the beach, making your worried eyes look behind you. the boy let’s go of kiri, but the one holding onto you doesn’t let go just yet.

it’s lo’ak. oh eywa this isn’t going to end up well.

“back off, fish lips.” lo’ak walks up to ao’nung who looks down at the sully boy, “oooh look another freak.” 

roxto grabs lo’aks tail, “aww, look at his little baby tail!” 

he quickly turns around and pushes him off, “don’t touch me.”

the boy holding onto you pushes you to the ground as he lets go of you, making you grunt as your body comes in contact with the sand. 

kiri runs to your side to help you stand up, glancing over at lo’ak getting surrounded by the group, “leave us alone!” she yells at them, but her voice falls to deaf ears. 

your ears twitch when you hear fast footsteps approaching from behind you, making your head spin around to see neteyam marching forward.

one of his hands grip ao’nung’s shoulder to pull it back before pushing him, making the boy take a step back. 

“you heard what she said.” neteyam points at him, pressing his index finger against his chest, “leave them alone.” 

another one of ao’nungs minions starts to say something, but he raises his hand to shut him up. 

“back off. now.” he shoves his finger against his chest harder. ao’nung stares at neteyam with his head cocked to the side before raising his hands in surrender with a little smirk. 

“smart choice.” neteyam takes a step back, his head turning to look over you and kiri, “and from now on. i need you to respect them, and keep your hands off of them.” 

one of the boys hiss at neteyam, making you grimace in disgust. kiri sticks her tongue out at him as you flip them the bird, knowing they probably have no idea what that means. 

“let’s go.” neteyam says, letting lo’ak pass him, then kiri and you. he puts an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side as you walk away.

“you okay?” he asks you quietly. all you can do is nod, and wrap your arms around his waist and smoosh your face into his side. 

“buh-bye!” one of them call out sarcastically. 

“look at them. they’re all freaks. the whole family.” ao’nung comments as you walk away. 

lo’ak stops in his tracks, taking a deep breath as he turns on his heel. 

“lo’ak.” neteyam warns him to stop. 

“i got this, bro.” he raises a hand as if that would stop neteyam from worrying. 

he waltz right up to ao’nung, “i know this hand is funny. look, i’m a freak. an alien.” he holds up his pinky, wiggling it in the air. 

“but it can do something really cool. watch.” he starts tightening his hand into a fist, “first, i ball it up real tight, like this.”

“and then..” he cranks his arm back and throws a hard punch right into ao’nungs jaw. the boy stumbles back in shock before another fist is slammed against his face, and another. 

the last one sends the boy down to the ground, blood seeping from his nose. “it’s called a punch, bitch! don’t ever touch them again.” 

ao’nung hops up and growls loudly at him before tackling lo’ak to the ground. lo’ak somehow gets on top of the boy before he’s pulled off by his tail. 

neteyam sighs and scratches his head, knowing he’s going to have to help. he pulls away from you and storms into the fight. you and kiri watch with wide eyes as neteyam throws a few heavy-handed punches and kicks before he is pummeled to the ground as well. 

“stop it!” kiri tries to call out to them, but of course they don’t listen. 

“so stupid.” you grumble with your hands on your hips as you watch it play out. 

you and kiri start to giggle as they drag each other by tails and ears across the sand, making them scream out in pain. 

“hey, hey! stop! break it up!” jake storms forward, pushing the boys away from each other. 

some metkayina boys scurry away, running into the village. lo’ak has to be peeled away from ao’nung, while neteyam stands and surrenders with his hands up. 

neteyam and lo’ak are ushered back to camp away from the fight and past you and kiri. 

after the boys are lectured and forced to apologize to the chief’s son, neytiri makes you and kiri help with making food. 

you can’t help but think about everything they said to you and kiri. 

calling you a demon, and her not a true na’vi. making fun of how you both have five fingers instead of four, how your skin isn’t the same color as theirs. 

you didn’t even realize tears were dripping down your cheeks until kiri lays her head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side. she lets out a loud sigh, making neytiri’s eyes rise from the food she’s wrapping in front of her.  

“what is wrong?” she asks, completely disregarding the food now. 

“nothing.” kiri dismisses the question, as your head hangs low to hide your face. obviously something is wrong, but neytiri doesn’t want to push it. 

it’s barely been two days, and all you want to do is lay back in the lush grass, smell the earth and dirt around you and feel the soft sun rays kiss your skin. 

the weather here is harsh, and the ground is gritty and seems to settle in the worst spots. you want your forest back, to be able to leap from tree to tree with neteyam, kiri, and lo’ak. 

you want to be with neteyam, to watch him grow into his position as olo’eyktan. you knew that these reef people would never accept you; you’re an outsider, a half breed, alien, and a sky demon. you’ll never be more to them than that. 

as the sky transforms from blue into pinks and oranges, you finally finish your chores. neytiri and kiri leave the pod to deliver the food, leaving you alone in the marui. you walk over to your corner to sit down on your blanket and pull a book out of your pack to read. you sit back against a pillow that is supported by the wall.

a human book nonetheless; one that norm gave you before you left home. neteyam plops down next to you, almost ignoring him from how immersed you are in the book. 

the boy pulls you into his side, almost half on his chest. “what are you reading?” his eyes skim the page as he rests his chin on top of your head. 

“something norm gave me. about uh, science stuff.” you laugh.  

“what kind of science stuff?” he questions. 

“cells… and humans… and anatomy…” you breathe out. 

“sounds boring.” he hums. 

“it’s not that boring. it’s about my body. maybe you should read it to learn more about it.” you tease him slightly, making the boy slightly stiffen under your weight. 

“give me that.” he snatches it from your hands, pulling it up to his height. “oh it says here… that when you are being clingy and annoying it means you only want one thing.” 

your eyebrows furrow, spinning around in your spot to stare at him. “and what is it?”

“me.” he chuckles, handing the book back to you. 

you snatch the book from the air, eyes skimming over the page to see what he was reading but it’s all about cells and mitosis. nothing about what you need.  

“ugh! you ass!” you slam the book shut and throw it to the side. you can’t help but take the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his waist since that you’re finally alone together. 

his hands find your hips instantly, holding onto your body tight. your eyes dance across his features, looking over his swollen lip that was cut open during the fight and the bruises slowly becoming more evident on his blue skin.  

“what’re you staring at?” he questions with his big round eyes looking over your face too. 

“you.” you giggle out, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his lips. he winces slightly from the pain, making you pull back. 

“no, no. i don’t want to stop kissing you.” his voice is breathy as he leans forward to capture your lips with more force this time. 

he ignores the pain, kicking it to the back of his mind as he deepens the kiss. he hasn’t been able to kiss you like this in forever, everything has been so chaotic. 

“do you realize how hot it was to see you fight for me today?” you mumble into the kiss, making him pull back slightly. 

“it was hot?” he asks with a laugh. 

“so hot.” you nod, grabbing his face with your hands to pull him back to you. one of his hands slither away from your hips, up your spine and to the back of your top. 

his fingers play with the threads, ready to untie it before someone clears their throat to the side. you practically throw yourself off of neteyam, scared that it’s one of his parents. 

“aye!” he calls out as you fling yourself backward, following you down to the ground to cushion your fall with his hands. this puts you both in the worst position with your legs wrapped around his hips and him on top of you. 

his head turns towards the person standing at the entrance, his features contorting in anger. “what are you doing here?” 

it’s ao’nung. 

“look, i’m sorry for interrupting whatever that was…” the bruised boy holds back a laugh, “but it’s about your brother.” 

neteyam looks down at you with disappointment written across his features. he lets out a loud sigh before standing up and walking outside to talk to the boy, “this better be good.”

while they’re both outside, you get yourself situated back on top of your blanket, watching the conversation grow more heated by the second. 

you don’t expect neteyam to grip the back of ao’nungs neck to push him forward and lead him down to jake sitting with kiri near the water. 

you fly up onto your feet, scurrying forward to follow him. but jake is already storming away with ao’nung, flying right past you with neteyam following.

kiri jogs up to you, her hand coming up to rest on your upper arm. her eyes are wide with panic, and her body slightly trembling from the bad news ao’nung must’ve just told them. 

“it’s lo’ak. he went outside of the reef and he’s missing.” 

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(Pomni X Caine Fic)

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(Caine and Pomni have been together for a while now, even though Pomni is happy with him, She still suffers from Panic attacks that keeps her from living her best life and constantly on the brink of abstracting, Which Caine simply cannot let slide! So He gives Her a very speical Present)

( This is my first Ship fic, sorry if its corny/cringe )

"POMNI MY DARLING!"

He Teleported through the halls frantically Looking for Pomni who he heard was Having another stress attack, It seems no matter How hard He tries to keep her Happy, the looming threat of anxiety and Being Trapped in a fake world was always to much for her.

Caine Could never Understand, Pomni Always Said She was happy with him, He made her laugh and Smile, He worked so hard to learn to empathize and to have Emotions So she could Be As happy as Possible.

'Was it his Fault? He was Made to Make People Happy, And absolutely needs pomni to be happy, Was he not doing it right? He learned so much about humans, but their still so complicated and impossible understand'

"POMNI?"

Caine found Pomni curled up in a little ball in a corner in one of the rooms, She was hyperventilating and glitching again

'UH OH'

"POMNI! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!"

He Manifests a warm blanket and Wraps it around her to comfort her, He also hads Her a cat Plushie and some water, Her breathing slows down a bit

"Thank you Caine"

She wasn't Glitching anymore, but she still looked sad

"DO YOU NEED ANYING ELSE?"

"FRESH DIGITAL AIR? A ROOM FILLED WITH FRIENDLY CATS? SAY THE WORD AND ITS YOURS MY DEAR!"

Pomni was always so endeared by him, Always trying so hard to make everyone happy even if it dosent always work, its the thought that makes him so sweet

"I'm Fine..."

"...MY DEAR, IM HAVING TROULE BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE 'FINE'."

he floating down to her level

"PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG? I CAN'T LET YOU ABSTRACT, I NEED YOU!"

"....Ive just been feeling so... Stressed lately and I dont know why, I-I don't think I have any reason To be, But I just Am and I-I C-cant help it and... im sorry that y-you can't help.."

Her eyes started tearing up a little

He just put his Hand on her shoulder, He was starting to feel a little depressed himself

"POMNI I'M SO SORRY! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP TRYING TO KEEP YOU SANE I PROMISE! JUST... TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO!"

"I-I don't know what you can do"

She cuddled into him resting Her head on his chest, Caine Gave her a little Head pat in response, he was starting to feel alittle Hopeless now, But then a little light bulb popped over his head as He got a Idea.

"EUREKA! IVE GOT IT!"

"Got What?"

Caine thought for a moment on How to Explain his Plan to her, It was a long shot but still, Everything for her or nothing at all

"POMNI, I ADORE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?"

He sounded Weirdly more Serious than Usual, which was kinda off putting and confuseing, but she Was Listening

"Yes? I Love you to Caine, Where are you Going with this?"

"WELL... I HAVE BEEN LEARNING MORE ABOUT HUMANS AND HOW THEY WORK, AND WHAT MAKES THEM FELL JOY... SO HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY OF OUR OWN?"

Pomni Was a Little Confused and Startled by this, He couldn't possibly be saying what she thinks hes saying

"W-What do you mean?

"IM TALKING ABOUT YA-KNOW ONE OF THOSE LITTLE ANKLE-BITERS! YOUNG-UNS! IM TALKING ABOUT CHILDERN MY DEAR! DOSENT THAT SOUND MAGNIFICENT!"

Pomni Just stared off into space processing What Caine Just proposed to her

'Was he Crazy?! Okay Absolutely, Yes But Still- Is he Crazy!?'

"Caine, I can Barley Take care of Myself, How can I take care of a Child?!"

"IT WOULDN'T BE LIKE ANY OTHER CHILD, IT WOULD BE AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! AND WE AI'S ARE KNOWN FOR OUR LOW MANTIENCE! BESIDES, THEIR IS NOTHING MORE FULFILING LIKE THE WONDERS OF PARENTHOOD! SOMETHING TO REPLACE ALL THE ICKY DEPRESSION WITH LOVE AND JOY!"

Pomni was feeling a bit more enticed by the idea, What Else is there to do here expect the Adventures Caine sets out for them? Maybe a Child Could give at least the Illusion of normalcy, And Caine being there with her to help her.only made her feel more convinced

"Well... maybe... But how? I mean Like... How would that Even work..? I mean Can you even Do THAT in Digital realm??"

"WELL OF COURSE WE CAN HAVE CHILDREN MY DEAR!"

Pomni's Face starting turning bright red, Caine Quickly Noticed and became flustered himself

"N-NOT LIKE THAT! I MEANT I COULD CREATE A LEARNING AI FOR US TO RAISE TOGETHER-"

pomni started Giggling a little at Caine being flustered, Caine Always loved that Adorable Face she Made when she was happy, That little giggle, and how shy and sweet she was when she was flustered, its what made him learn to Love and experience things which he couldn't Even Imagine before

"i would find a way to bypass the filter for you"

"What was that Caine?"

"NOTHING-"

"SO MY DEAR, WILL YOU ACCEPT?"

She Thought about it for a while, maybe like Five minutes, Before she Started tearing up in anticipation

"OH GOODNESS MY DEAR! ARE YOU ALR-"

"A-ABSOLUTELY YES!"

She rammed into him, Embraceing him in tight hug

"I wanna have a Child!"

She was still sniffling a bit, Caine Was Just staring into Space for A bit, bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of Pomni being Happy, but also Having his own progeny to raise

"WELL THEN MY DEAR! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO!"

Caine left pomni's embrace and back up in the air a bit, He felt across his Teeth and grabbed one of his Molars, and Yanked it out in a Cartoony Fashion.

"THIS WILL DO WONDERFULLY!"

"NOW MY DEAR, I JUST NEED A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM YOU"

He Grabbed Her Eye and Pulled it out like a Berry in a bush, being as gentle as he can with it, Pomni was already pretty used to Caine's antics at this point so it didn't bother her that much, He Grabbed one of her hats Tassles and Yanked on it, And a new eye roll into place for her

"KNOW LETS SEE!"

He manifested a Little Gift Box and Dropped The pieces into It, and Shook it vigorously for about two minutes, Pomni watching with Excitement and smiling the whole time

"NOW, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! ARE YOU READY MY DEAR!"

Pomni just vigorously nodded her head not being able to keep calm

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"

Caine Put the Box into Pomni's hands, Trembling alittle, Pomni slowly opened the box.

She saw a Little Tooth-Like Creature with Big wet Colorful Pinwheel Eyes, The Little Tooth Just Stared at Her with Its Wet Eyes as it Draw back into the Box

Pomni lowerd her Hand to give it a little Stroke, It Snuggled up Against her Hand, purring while doing so

Pomnis looked at it with instant love for the little Creature, picking it up And Holding it Close to her, it cuddling her arm with its Roots as arms, She felt all her Stress, dread, anxiety and sadness fade away, Pomni had tears in her eyes at this point

"....Its Beautiful Caine, I love him"

"TERRIFIC! I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT!"

Caine floated down to see his new child, His pupils Immediately Went big as he Gazed upon The little Tooth, It looked at its Father with Large Eyes and extending its root-legs to be held by him, He picked him up and Looked him in the eyes

"....WELL HELLO THERE SPORT! AND WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS! IM YOUR CREATOR AND FATHER CAINE, AND THIS IS YOUR MOTHER POMNI!"

The little baby Tooth just Stared him, and Cuddled into him like a Kitten, and Caines eyes went big

Pomni Went up to Him and Gave Caine a hug

".....Hes perfect"

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Modern AU Buggy X Reader- Pt. 2

Modern!Buggy x GN Reader

Fluff and some Sadness! Headcanon

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• You and Buggy had been going steady for 7 months at this point, and truthfully it had been lovely.

• While Buggy did struggle with his emotions and expressing a healthy love language he did care a lot for you.

• It was rather blissful- That and the Sexy time were hella fantastic between you two.

• Who knew role-playing Pirate Sex was so fun!!

• However of course not everything can be absolutely perfect-

• It all blew up when you meet Shanks, it was purely by accident and at the loathing of Buggy. It had been a popular bar if the area that Buggy wanted to take you there as a special date.

• He had explained the bar was a favorite of his former Guardian and Boss Gol D. Roger. It was a important place for him and he wanted to share it with you.

• Arriving at the bar you two went to get some food in drinks, when the sound of bikers arriving disrupted the peace.

• Laughing and more sounded as the doors opened and the bikers entered. Buggy's face souring as he saw who it was- Shanks and his damn posy.

• "Well I'll be damned! Buggy! How are you doing" The red head announced and came over to Buggy- Of course buggy Biting his head off with Words which Shanks seemed to gladly ignored.

• "Oh and who is this?" Shanks questioned as his eyes landed on you. Buggy's eyes narrowing at this-

• "I'm (Y/N).. Buggys partner" You say politely, Shanks smiling brightly at hearing this.

• You saw Buggy's face scrunch up in anger, practically seething at seeing Shanks who was so happy to meet you.

• "It's lovely to meet you (Y/N), I'm Shanks- Buggy's brother if you will. Same group home and guardian from the past. I never knew Buggy had such magnificent taste" He charmed- For most he was defiently charming and kind. However a peg of sadness hit your heart when you hear 'group home'.. like a foster care? Your eyes traveling to Buggy who looked disarmed and like a protective armor was taken from him.

• Shanks continued his charismatic chatter- You looking to your partner who looked almost afraid and shocked. Shanks reaching his single arm out to place on Buggy's shoulder- clearly to compliment him.

• Buggy quickly pulled his grasp from Shanks quickly, hatred in his eyes that made the red head freeze. Buggy grabbed your hand quickly and pulled you away "We are leaving" He grumbled. Forcing you out of the Bar and back to the car

• Buggy wasn't know to be good with his emotions- So you knew he was either holding it in or about to burst-

• "Buggy.. How do you feel?" You ask, Knowing what was to come next

• "YES IM FUCKING FINE! WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THAT I-" He stopped himself, his driving slowing down as he clenched the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

• "Pull over right here Bugs" You say softly, He hesitates but does as you ask. Pulling over in a deserted area of the road Buggy parked formally and glared out at nothing.

• You got out of the car and waved Buggy to follow. He did, slamming the car door as he marched to you clearly ready to snap again.

• You hugged him suddently and wrapped your arms around him tightly. "I'm so sorry Buggy... It must have been hard for you to see him again.. I'm sorry"

• You felt Buggy freeze against you, Before you felt his body slack against you and he buried his face into your neck as a sob ripped through him.

• You felt him close as he hugged you tightly and cried against you, Rubbing his back softly as he babbled through his tears.

• 'How Shanks betrayed him'.

'How could Shanks let Roger's legacy die like that'

'How he could abandon him- How his brother left him on his own..'

• The more Buggy cried the more you learned. Buggy had been abandoned as a child- Left in foster care were he met Shanks. The two begins picked up by Roger's and he raised him till he died..

• All of that fear, abandonment and pain being let out in sobs against your shoulder.

• Eventhally he stopped and pulled back enough were you could see the puffiness of his eyes and overall how red he was. Kissing his cheeks gently you ran your hand over the side of his face in comfort

• Leading him back to the car you took his keys and decided to drive yourself.

- The car ride had been silent all the way home. Buggy looking too out of it to care. Deciding it was best to stay the night with Buggy.

Back at his place, you both take showers together this time as Buggy clearly needs the extra love and care so you help him clean up and he tries the same with you. Mainly washing your back so he can lean against you in the shower.

Some comfortable clothes, snacks from the snack stash and laying in bed under the best of blankets. You and Buggy cuddled against each other, The night Seeming to wash away from you both finally.

"Im... I'm sorry I yelled at you" He whispered, his head against your chest as he laid there still and unmoving. Your fingers drawing invisible patters on his skin as you listen.

"I forgive you... I know you were emotionally frustrated" You say softly, earning a amused huff from Buggy at your choice of wording.

"God you sound like a therapist.

"Well I could say Emotionally constipated- You know reeaallly backed up in there needed-" Buggy snorted a laugh and placed his hand over your face to stop you.

"Alright Alright I get it- no shit jokes in bed" He deadpanned and rolled his eyes, You sticking your tongue out and licking his hand earning a noise of disgust from Buggy. "Nothing funnier!-"

"Nasty!" He protested with a laugh and wiped his sloppered hand on the blanket, you laughing as well as the two of you laid there together. The evening lightening up and clearly lifting both your hearts.

"Thank you (Y/N).." He whispered softly, You smiling and kissing the top of his head gently.

"Of course Bugs.."

After this there was moments of silence, you shifting a bit and feeling Buggy stating up at you.

"Buggy.. do you want to talk about it" You asked, He winced slightly at your words and sighed.

"... there isn't much to talk about- I was foster got a good foster parent and worked with him till he died" Buggy said with a sigh, You pausing your fingers for a moment.

"And the guy in the bar?.." You ask softly, Buggy body shifting a bit uncomforble.

"I thought he was my brother... but he abandoned me when I needed him the most.." He said with a sad sigh, his eyes closing.

"I-It hurts to be left you know?.." His voice trembled a little "...To know I wasn't wanted once is gard enough but twice?... T-Thats why I was so worried when we met. Happy I met someone like you but what if you left me too?"

Your heart broke at hearing this and you kissed his head again and pulled him closer.

"Buggy I'd never abandon you, I swear. I love you" You tenderly scoot him up just enough to place a kiss on his lips, Fresh tears in his eyes he returned the kiss. It wasn't sensual or deeply passionate like all the others before- but soft and filled with love...

Pulling back after a few moments you wipe the freh tears from his cheek and feel him lean against your hand in need of affection.

"I love you (Y/N).." He said softly, You heart aching at the sight of the poor man like this. Holding him close like you could shield the world from his bruised heart and kiss him once more.

"I love you too Buggy... More then I can ever express"

[onepiece-writer]

His awakening in Wano Kuni

Pairings: gear 5 luffy x gn! Reader

This day is the Gear 5 day! The most epic episodes ever! Got that looney tune vibes in it. To celebrate, i made this just for you. So fasten your sealtbelt and get ready for Luffy to be alive again!

..........

You have just won the fight with a Tobi Roppo, and arrives to the middle of the castle. The castle itself was too confusing for you, and you met Nami, Otama, and Marco waiting for Luffy's victory.

You then saw Otama fill her eyes with tears. How long would Wano be in slavery? She couldn't take it all as a child, and cries on the spot. You saw Nami challenging the Emperor face to face. You agreed with Nami, that must be a lie. Your captain already promised to make a feast on your winning and Jinbe's arrival to the crew.

But when Kaido arrives on the floor saying that Luffy died, you were in denial. After breaking into the enemy's base, and being the only one that could defeat Kaido, how could he die? 

Marco blocked Kaido's attack, saying that no matter what, we must survive at all cost. You didn't hear Luffy's voice either, did he die already? After what he's done to Arlong Park, Arabasta, Skypiea, Enies Lobby, Sabaody, Impel Down, Marineford, Fishman Island, Punk Hazard, Dressrosa, Whole Cake Island, and survived all that? You'd be bursting into tears right now, if not suddenly you saw a hand grabbing Kaido.

You feel the strong conqueror Haki coming from the rooftop. It wasn't Kaido, nor the CP-0 agent you saw. It was much stronger than ever. When a rubber hand grabbed Kaido, you saw something magnificent.

A white warrior was seen from up the sky, smiling and shining from the lights of the moon. He wears a white cardigan, outfit like Luffy. You doubted that it was him at first, but were assured when you heard his voice. He's alive at all. 

The castle was burning in flames when your gaze was stuck on him. The straw hat he always wears was put on his back, hanging from the rope Nami sewed in Alabasta. He brings back the hope of the samurai below that almost lost hope, and within beats Kaido's ass to the fullest.

Yamato picks him up from below. He must have been so exhausted that he almost died not once, but twice. He then woke up two days later, to found you worried about him

"Shishishi! Did you see me turning all white?" He lunges himself towards you, smiling as always. "That was so cool, right?"

You nodded, and you couldn't help but gaze at him. Even though he died, with luck he rose from death and beat Kaido. He then eats all the meat that was served. Luffy still shares your food with him, though he still bites it a bit.

hope you enjoy. Im gonna wait for him to come back alive🔥🔥🔥🔥🤭🤭🤭

[hanniejji]

doll

[ kunikuzushi!scaramouche x okami!reader ]

summary: in a desperate hope that yae could still give ei's puppet a chance to live, she turns to you, an ancient godlike being born with the physique of a wolf and a former friend that she hasn't seen since makoto's death. yet, as she persuades you, she starts to realize that maybe this was her biggest mistake yet.

notes: nah y/n's just being a silly wolf, they're not gonna do anything bad to kuni 🥺 not yet ehe just kidding she's just a lil salty i based y/n's form from okami, a mythological wolf deity in japan but im not japanese so i may be culturally incorrect im so sorry ackskf | m.list

words: 1131 | warnings: a little mean and rude reader but only a lil ackskf

"it's a kid."

"as you can obviously see."

you sent a sharp side eye towards the smug fox, your arms crossed in an attitude that only you are privileged to make known to the ever magnificent yae miko. if it was anyone else, she would have said a word or two about their respect towards her.

but this is you.

you who used to signify great strength among your kind—you still do, but not as much when you were still active in the battlefield—and once stood beside the ever wise makoto, the first archon of inazuma.

you, veteran warrior of the archon war who survived the great calamity five hundred years ago, now being forced into some… babysitting nonsense.

"it's a fucking kid."

"watch your mouth, dear. after all, he is a kid," she winked. "and what do they say about kids? they are easily influenced by the people they are surrounded with, so if i were you i would be very careful if i don't want him spewing curses here and there."

"what is a kid, he, doing here?"

your eyes stared down at the shivering boy on the ground, meeting his terrified purple eyes that resembled someone you once knew. he's the spitting image of them, long luscious purple hair and amethyst eyes that shined brighter than any other vajrada stones you've seen—you're just being a little biased, you secretly love those cor lapis you only seen merchants bring through the port but you don't exactly say they out loud where anyone can hear you.

"that's a long story."

"well then, get talking."

"my, my, what got you so sour today?" yae's alluring giggles infuriated you more than the sight of this boy in front of you.

"you are well aware of why i prohibited any trespasses in my abode, guuji yae," your tone nearly turns to a growl at your ex-acquaintance's new title—you can almost see the way she backs away but she surely regained her composure as quick as lightning, but her flattened ears says otherwise—"and yet here you are, shamelessly asking me for a favor after i made it clear that my ties with the shogun and her connections are severed with my own claws."

"yes, i am aware," she exasperatedly sighs, "but this is a pressing matter that i can only turn to you for help."

"by dumping the child of the shogun on me?"

"y/n!" yae frowned at your tone, one of her hands coming to rest upon the boy's trembling shoulder. "if you could please take the time to understand where i am coming from, it would be greatly appreciated. listen to me, just this time."

the two of you stared at each other in silence, both of you radiating an intimidating aura of authority that only some of the most prominent species in inazuma has. your eyes glowered menacingly, a growl resounding from the back of your throat that sent yae miko into tremors of fear. you, who had stood next to the defenders of inazuma. yae miko barely stands a chance against you.

"please," she faltered against your everlasting gaze. "at least give the boy a chance."

your eyes brought its gaze to the trembling boy. his head is lowered to the ground, an evident effect of your show of strength. fear is literally plastered in the way he's trembling, elbows shaking despite having both of his hands keeping him up from falling limp on the ground. tears were dripping from his pale cheeks, soft whimpers of his cries being desperately muffled by biting into the pulp of his lower lip. it's no doubt that they're swollen by now—in fact, if he was human, you could probably smell the smallest hint of metallic blood from just a tiny crack on the skin of his lips.

pathetic, you scoffed, this? is supposed to hold the gnosis of a god? perhaps ei has forgotten the difference between a celestial being and a mere puppet.

"why is the shogun rejecting her own creation?"

the boy let out a whimper louder than the rest.

sensitive, too emotional.

"she did not reject him," yae crossed her arms at the accusation, bravely sending you a dirty look, "i would love to explain everything to you in detail, just not in his presence."

"oh?"

she grimaces at the victorious smirk on your face.

"why not let him listen? after all," you walk towards the boy, crouching right in front of him. a hand raises to tilt his chin up, eyes glowing in amusement at his confused look, "does he not deserve an explanation as to why his own creator—or better yet, his mother—decided to entrust him in the hands of someone like me?"

you hold his face in your hands, thumbs caressing the apple of his cheeks and cooing at the way they turn pink.

the way humans do.

"is ei," your voice lowers to a sultry tone, a hypnotic sound that turns the boy into a puddle of something akin to reverence, doe eyes staring back at yours, "turning her eyes away from a mistake she made on her own, like the blind coward she is?"

"that's enough," yae hissed, snapping the boy out of his trance and he cowers away from your touch, "ei is entrusting him to you because she knows you won't do anything that will harm him. he's still just a boy."

both yae and the boy jumped when you suddenly laughed. it wasn't anything gleeful or genuine. it was cold, empty, something that tells yae that she should leave before you bare your fangs at her.

"ei still trusts me? how amusing!" your grin tells her another story, "well then, i shall honor such opportunity!"

"what?" yae stares at you dumbfounded for the nth time today.

"you're… taking him in?" she faltered in disbelief. she was almost sure you'd shoo them away, spouting how insolent she is to believe that you would even do such a favor, that you would not bore such a responsibility on behalf of the shogun. somewhere at the back of yae's mind, she's screaming at herself to pull the boy away from you before everything takes a turn for the worst.

"why not?"

gently, with cold hands that once held warmth years ago, you held his face closer, brushing the stray strands of purple out of his visage and whispering into his ears.

"what's your name, little one?"

"kuni… kunikuzushi," he stammered.

"such an entitled name you have, i like it. doesn't suit a face like yours, but we'll see," the grin on your face widened, leaning closer to his ears, "i would love to take you in, doll."

the sight of you, towering above ei's prototype, sends an unknown fear into yae's mind.

[minhosimthings]

Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

[slvt4lanadelrey]

Jenna Ortega, Princess AU,

Fateful love

Forbidden love

Soul mates

First love

None of this is real <obviously> this is just a work of fiction.

This is my first post on here, I used write on wattpad!

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Swearing, mature language, kissing(?) There may be more, im not sure.

The Moon and The Ocean

There's probably going to be spelling mistakes, grammar errors and maybe it's even a confusing plot.

Word count: 8000+

Your days went by dreadfully slow, every moment that blinked was torturous. Your father, the king of some far away land had promised your hand in marriage; You was to be wed the moment you turned a women, your 18th birthday.

It was the day before, you paced back and forth your bedroom. Biting nervously on your nail, your hair lossley falling below your collar bone. Your feet tapped against the hard wood, your room feeling foreign to you. It was strang, marriage was always something you knew would eventually come. However, you hadn't expected your dear father to had given your hand in marriage at the young age of 6. Sickness swelled in your stomach, knowing full well that the man you was to marry was at least triple your age.

The bile rose, aching at your throat. Suddenly, the corset that was tied far too tight on your stomach began to burn, your eyes swelled with tears and you sobbed. You slide down your door, gasping as the tears consumed you whole.

Screaming wasn't something you wanted to do-but you needed to. It was mortifying, not being able to chose who you love. You stared at the floor, the magnificent marble of the ceiling soon catching your tearful eyes. You huff out, tears still falling down your cheeks.

Why couldn't you just be a happy husband-less princess?

But no, your father had screamed practically howled when you suggested a life without a man. He cried out that his own daughter, the hier to the throne had to marry and birth other heirs. You gritted your teeth, deciding this wasn't a battle to lose your head over. Literally.

Slowly, your spirits was brought back to life. Extremely slowly.

You stumbled to your feet, shuffling as the dress below your feet tripped you up ever so slighly.

The door infront of you swung open, in walking the princess Ortega herself. You holted in your stance, taken back by her sudden appearance. You bowed down, your dress once again catching under your feet and making you slip.

"What's with the formalities, Y/L/N?" The princess smiled up at you, offering you a dimpled filled sight. Your stomach swooned, your cheeks blazing a deep red. You too offered a sweet smile, shining your teeth at the women infront of you.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, princess?" You asked, a brow raised. The Ortega infront of you chose to ignore your question, she strode forward walking further into the room.

"I do love your room, it's the most glamorous sight I have been fortunate to see." The princess stated, sliding your closed blinds open. The sun broke through the dark curtains, seeping into your dim room. She smiled at the sight of the castle infront of her, the true beauty that was held within the country you would soon be ruling.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The brunette asked, swooning at the sight of such a kingdom. Your eyes couldn't tear away from the sight of her, she was flawless. You always thought Jenna Ortega was beautiful, naturally perfect; but her freckles was the thing that drove you to insanity.

"Positively." You mumbled, eyes preoccupied with how her eyes lit up, her dimples creating shallow pools on her cheeks. You sigh softly, running your hands up her back.

Sadness dipped into the atmosphere, the truth of what was to come tomorrow. Your birthday would come, your husband would show, you would be married, forever.

"Do you have to?" The princess' voice broke, her eyes no longer holding the sight of the kingdom but now the sight of someone who was about to lose the love of their life.

"I tried, Princess. I tried." The women infront of you gripped the curtains that were held in her hand. She gritted her teeth, not understanding the sudden formalities you had forced on her.

"Why won't you call me by my name?" She asked, turning around to you with an accusing look. You stumbled back, the harshness taking you by suprise.

"We love each other." She whispered, a single tear falling from her chocolate fountain of eyes. You gulped down your pride, your heart shattering with the look she gave you.

Jenna Marie Ortega had stole your heart, took it for herself. She was flawless, funny and most of all your bestfriend. When she confessed under the moonlit tree you honesly couldn't care about the repercussions that would take place for you, the princess who fell in love with another princess.

It wasn't talked about, nor was it a thing you thought plagued most people. You fell in love with a women, and that was bad. She told you it wasn't, she told you that running away would be fun; facing the raft of the people finding out their future queen was anything but perfrect; they'd kill you, murder you in broad daylight infront of hundreds to name and shame your kind.

She wiped away the single tear that treded down her plush cheek, her digit soon wiping away the tears that fell for you. You couldn't face her, too ashamed that you wasn't brave enough to stand up and speak about the love you felt for Princess Ortega.

"We loved each other." She then corrected, her eyes turning a dark cold. Her eyes no longer sparkled when they met yours, they burnt with anger. Princess Ortega already had a well established reputation, she was named the voice of the people.

She stood up against racism, single handedly helped thousands of people who was ruined due to poverty. She was a true princess, a selfless soon to be queen who stopped at nothing.

You however was scared, terrified of what your father would do. Murder? Conversion? Banishment? All of the thoughts riddled you at night.

Every kiss, every touch, every hushed whisper of I love you rang through your head as you stood defeated. You once again reach out and nibbled on your nail, scared of what Jenna would do.

"I love you-" she released a sigh at your confession, her eyes softening at once. She was hesitant, her finger grazing her dress as she reached forward. The princess you fell hopelessly and loyal for came rushing back into her face, a sigh leaving your parted lips.

"Run away with me, please."

The bubbly laugh that sprung out of your mouth was mocking, a pure sign that her request wasn't going to be taken into consideration. Princess Ortega huffed out her chest, hating nothing more than when someone would laugh in her face when she asked them something.

Princess Ortega ran a hand through her curled hair, her nose flaring ever so slightly. She glared at you like you was nothing but a toddler. Her eyes shot to kill, annoyed that she couldn't have what she wanted.

"Why are you laughing." She seethed, her bottom lip trapping in between her teeth. You shuffle on your feet, assuming she was joking. Your mouth fell open, soon closing when the women infront of you stormed closer to the window; in the utmost dramatics.

"I- I thought you was joking." You mumble out. She placed two hands against the pane window infront of her. She was yet to calm down, her breathing staggered and eyes trained to everything but you.

You stood awkwardly in the center of your room, hands gently brushing into your dress due to the build up of sweat. A sigh left your parted lips, the realisation dawning down on you.

"I'll be Queen tomorrow." You offer the brunette into a conversation starter. The Princess' shoulders tensed, her hands gripping into a fist.

"No. You'll be married tomorrow. You'll be some pawn in a game that was meant to defeat a women to ever rule a fucking kingdom without a stupid man beside her!" The women screamed, spit stuttering out of her hung open mouth as she did. Her eyes were blood shot by now, tears forming as anger swelled her short frame. Her fist clenched, so tightly the once was a nice olive colour turned white.

"Jenna-"

"No. Your father promised you to a man when you was 6! Y/N, you was a child and another man came along and picked you. The man you will marry is 50. He was a grown man when he decided you would be his queen." The princess screamed, howling like a banshee. No doubt the guards and maids outside your room heard the argument erupted, their eyes trained to the floor as Princess Ortega released every thought that ran through her mind.

"We can't just change the way the world functions, Princess. That isn't how this stupid game plays out. We had fun, we fell hopelessly in love and you became my world, the moon would speak to me at night- talk about the ocean and I would speak of you, your smile, your laughter, the way you always try to fight. I'm not a fighter, Jenna, I won't lose my kingdom, I won't lose my life because-" the words died, you was left gasping. Your breathing became irregual, struggling to see when the tears began to leak like acid out of your eyes; burning you as they did.

"Because you love a women?" The question lingered in the air, the tears fell from both of your eyes uncontrollably. A seemingly dramatic sight for those who was fortunate to never fall in love with someone who you couldn't have; but to those who knew the pain, felt the burden and the hollowness of how love could drag you into such a dark and unforgiving place. It was tourtous, a wound that never healed, a song that you wished you'd never heard.

"Isn't it."

"My dad-my dad would kill me, he'd have me hung within the hour. I won't die, Jenna. I would rather marry a man, birth kids that I was forced to have than die a pathetic death-I'm not-I'm not dying today, nor another." Your words slipped through your clenched jaw, tears no longer watering down your face; only anger stining into your heart.

"He would never hurt a hair on your head." The Princess infront of you pleaded, her hands drawing small circles on your upper arms. You tensed away from the touch, the mear presence of her burned, it was like a thick fog was casted over you; making you unable to breath.

"I'm scared, I'm scared every day of the week, every waking moment that I breath-the fears consuming, it hurts.-" you turned your back on her, walking towards the desk that was pressed against your wall.

"I refuse to live in fear. If- if I marry him tomorrow I'll have security, I will be queen and I will essentially rule the kingdom therefore the people." You slide into the cushioned chair, sliding down into the hard wooden back of the chair. The cold, and over all hurting sensation brought some sense of peace in your heart that was turning cold quicker than you'd wish.

"You think by ruling what happens to the kingdom you'll be able to make them love you? They love you already, Princess, I love you-" The Princess promised kneeling down infront of you in a disparate attempt of holding out to something that was slipping out of her fingers.

"Tell me you don't love me, tell me you'll marry that man tomorrow with no regret in your heart and ill leave-my father has places I can leave to, I have a safe space were I can be who I truly am without the force of society burning into my soul- I know you don't have that luxury, but just tell me you don't love me." The women's eyes cracked, water still leaking from them. She looked up at you, like a puppy that had just been scolded. Her bottom lip trembled, her teeth not doing much to prevent it. Your hand reach up and wiped away the tears that flowed for your love. Her brown eyes met yours, the chocolate puddle making your whole body set aflame.

It was magical; with one single look you knew, she knew. You two would forever be each others, a secret shared between two souls that feared the unknown. Every whisper, every kiss, every glance, every everything. She was the person you moured for in the darkness of the night, she was the melody that made your heart sing, she was the breath you took everyday in order to see her dimpled smile that sent your body into an up-roar of euphoria.

"Tell me, princess Y/L/N. Say it, say you don't love me, it's okay." The girl lied to herself. She lolled her head, leaning into the warm familiar touch of your hand on her body. You smile at the sight, loving how the princess infront of you always melted due to your touch.

"I cant." You whispered back, your throat burning and aching at the thought of admitting something that wasn't true. "You know that." She shuffled forward, her knees hitting the base of your foot. She leaned up, her nose brushing against yours.

"Because you love me?" She whispered, her breath brushing into your face. You huff, rolling your eyes at her. She giggled into your neck, soon pulling away just to her that confession of yours. "You love me." She no longer questioned it, fully knowing she had you today, tomorrow and forevermore.

"Indeed, Princess. I love you." She hummed, satisfied with the outcome of the heated argument that had just taken place a few moments ago. You lean further down, assuring she didn't strain her neck.

"Do you wish I would say it back?" The women teased, her lips ghosting over your own. Your tongue darted out, damping the skin below the muscle. She looked up into your eyes once again, her eye brow raised ever so slightly. The air blew harsher in a moment, the curtain brushing into your room further.

The wind blew, the scent of Princess Ortega's desired perfume hitting you. Your lungs collapsed, a heavy groan leaving your mouth. The tension brewed in the room, a heat forming on your cheeks as the women infront of you refused to press her lips into your own.

"Princess" you groaned, leaning closer almost to the point of falling. She shuffled further back, falling onto her elbows.

You followed after her, falling onto your own knees as your leaned over her. Your hair fell down your face, falling onto her own. She giggled at the sensation, the feeling of strands of hair against her skin making her laugh.

"May I?" You pressed a kiss to her cheek, assuring she was comfortable with a kiss. The Princess drew her hands to the back of your neck, biting her lip at you.

"You never have to ask, I am yours, my queen." She mumbled, pulling you that little bit closer. Finally, after a restless about of time your lips collided into a swoon worthy kiss.

With one sudden movement the door slammed open..

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Dearest Y/N,

It has been far too long since we last spoke, 4 years in fact. I miss our conversation, I miss your laugh, I miss the way we loved. I miss you the most, everything about you. Its nearly your twenty second birthday, I doubt you'll get my letter; since you haven't replied to the last four. I heard you've became a mother, I'm glad your happy, I'm glad you married someone you love. I hope Damien is okay, I hope your mother enjoyed my latest letter. I no longer hate you, but it appears you still hate me. I hope you still talk about me to the moon, as I do to the ocean.

Forever yours,

Your Jenna.

You walk around your kingdom, constantly wearing a smile full of happiness. Your husband Damien- not the man you was supposed to marry, no your father backed out after an argument with your mother. Instead, you was matched with Damien, he was a hopless romantic with a boy-ish grin. He had dazzling green eyes, something you didn't used to love. He had a charming gaze, long hair that you constantly had your fingers tangled in. You fell in love, hopelessly. You once only held love for one person in your life.

Damien held a tight hold on your hand, smiling as your eyes met. He leaned closer- your heart swooned- just like it did whenever you was with Princess Ortegan.

"You look beautiful my queen." The man spoke into your ear, leaving a kiss to your jaw. You giggled, ducking into your shoulders as you blushed. He smiled, your child- Marie- was hung to his hip. You had made it a tradisation ever since you got crowned; to walk through the village, speak to your people before the anniversary of your coronation.

"Mamma." The baby cooed reaching out to hold you, Damien offered you the child, carefully placing her into your hands. The crowd around you awed at the sight of the latest royal family that was caught infront of them. The baby held your hair, loosely brushing the stands in her small hands. She nuzzled her head into your neck, seemingly tired of all of the fuss.

"Are you tired, Marie?" Damien asked, his hand brushing your shoulder. The child nodded, humming as she lolled to sleep in your embrace. You smiled to yourself, carefully walking back to the Palace were you lived; hand in hand with Damien, your daughter tucked into your chest.

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"You cannot be serious?" Jenna told you, a smile begging to be played on her lips. You glared at her, chewing at your nails. Jenna immediately slapped away the hand, scolding you. You huff, hiding your blush as she brushed her fingers through your hair.

"My queen." She cooed, her breath brushing over your ear. You giggled, it had just been your coronation, you was officially a queen- without a king.

"I am being serious." You chuckle, feeling Jenna press feather light kisses to your cheek. She hummed, not really paying any attention to what you was saying. You push her away ever so slightly, trying to pry yourself away from her entoxicating lips.

"You'll be a queen without a king?" She once again asked, repeating herself. You nod, exited for what your future holds. She squealed, knowing no one would be able to take you away from her.

"Are you okay my queen?" Your maid- Eliza- asked with worry in her eyes. She was the women who interrupted yours and Princess Ortegas more intimate moments. The younger women looked at you, preparing herself to fetch whatever you desired.

"Why didn't you tell." You whisper to her. You was sat on your couch, which was placed in the drawing room. She looked at you confusing, acting like you was a make-shift medus and had grown snake hair.

"The day before my 18th birthday, you walked in on me kissing Princess Ortega. Why didn't you tell me father?" You finally looked her in the eyes, the women stared at you for a moment. The girl wasn't much younger than you, maybe 21. She watched as your eyes became an ocean, as your voice swelled with tears.

"Because I knew all along, your majesty. I knew you loved Princess Ortega, I- it was just so obvious." The girl explained, her own eyes darting with sadness. You glare at the floor, thinking maybe if you stared hard enough It would create a black whole for you to fall into.

"Was we really that blinded?" You whisper, your words dying as your voice finally gave up-

"Dance with me!" Princess ortega demanded. The rain danced around the two of you, the ocean above you screaming down at the two of you. Jenna began to spin, twirling her drenched dressed around her legs. She stared at you, she reached her finger out and pried it back; urging you to give in. It had only been a few weeks since becoming Queen- you'd already been granted a break. You ran with the princess towards an old cabin on the out skirts of your kingdom, where you could be free.

The rain didn't stop, it began to pour more harshly if anything. Slamming into the dirt below your feet, the trees bent back and forth the wind causing such a fuss.

"In this weather?" You ask, pointing out the obvious problem with the literal sea pouring on you. The Princess infront of you however giggled, running over to you.

Her hands gripped your waist, her baby hairs covering her perfect face. Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes a sweet brown. She giggled once again, tilting her head to meet your lips.

You acted quick, Cupping her chilled cheeks and swayed with her. Your lips never left hers, the smell of her was consuming- fresh maple trees, with a hint of strawberries. Her breath lingered with all different types of fruits, most prominent one being raspberries.

The rain some how began to bleed faster, mocking your act of love as thunder stuck behind you. A near by tree was stricken down due to the bolt.

You and Jenna gasp into each others mouths, but that didn't pry you two apart. You carried on to dance, her fingers brushing through your hair.

"Will you love me forever?" The brunette infront of you shouted over the storm that carried on to block at every bad thought.

"Beyound forever."

Your rage seethed through your veins, your anger swolling you whole as you paced back and forth your garden. Marie was sat down on the blanket, nicely placed by Eliza. Your hands clutched unopened letters, tears burned down your cheek.

"My dear, how has your evening been?" Your husand, the love of your life, the father to your child ask. He walked up to you, wearing smart attir as he gripped your jaw; placing a forced kiss opon your lips.

"What are these?" You thrusted the letters into his open hands. He cupped the paper, shock clearly written on his face. He clenched the one letter, ripping it in half. A sudden side to the man you'd married bled through his transparent persona.

"How dare you." The man screamed, his cheeks flaming red. The letters were tucked into his closet, covered in old clothes he no longer wanted to wear.

"How dare I?" You shouted back, howling as the thought of him betraying you was still hot in your brain. Eliza quickly picked up the little girl that was sat on the green grass, walking off with your daughter.

"I am your king, you had no right to accuse me of such things." The man matched your anger, even daring to strike a swelling smack to your cheek. The smack stung, sizzling with heat as he retracked his hand.

"You're measly the man I married, the person I decided to allow to share the same bed as I. You have no rights to struck me, nor call yourself king." You seeth back. You decided to ignore the throbbing pain that ached your cheek. Damien stumbled back, staring at the floor in guilt.

"She is your past." He expressed, his words coming out unsure, they sounded more like an excuse than anything. You gripped your dress, your knuckles turning white. You knew he wasn't acting normally, he was never an aggressive man.

"She is my world. She is the reason I live, she's the poison in my oxygen, she's the ache in my heart. I loved her the moment i met her, I'll love her until the moment I die. She's with me everywhere I go, she's the shadow I chase when im alone. She's my queen, Princess Ortega is a better person than you'll ever be." You screamed, every thought, ever passing momemts; Princess Ortega was always there. She was your everything, and you couldn't bear the thought of someone keeping you away from her.

"She left you." Damien jolted your memory, remembering the night that still jolted you awake in the crack of dawn.

Damien had swept you off your feet, his stupidly dumb green eyes enchanted you to your very soul. Jenna hated him, absolute despised the man to his core. You didnt love him, he was just a friend.

Your pinky fingers were locked, walking around the ball. The close proximity of the two of you made your locked hands evaporate among the silk of your dress. She flashed you a prize winning smile, offering a hushed "you look amazing."

Your foot trembled, pushing you over ever so slightly. Your whole body lunged forward, Jenna went to reach for you but Damien was already there. He brushed your hair out of the way, flashing his stupidly cheesy grin towards you.

"Are you okay princess?" With one glance Princess Ortega had ripped herself away from you and found herself sat in between her own family.

Throughout the ball you offered her small waves, senting your smile her way. She didn't look at you once, she didn't mutter a single word to you that entire night. When Damien had worked up the courage to ask you to dance you immediately said no.

He nodded, his smile falling. Princess ortega watched, then she watched how you grabbing his hand. You pulled him to the center of the room, dancing along with the violen and cello.

Her face twisted, heat pooling in her chest. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her dress, debating whether to leave.

"Sister, have you decided whether you'll join me?" The older Ortega boy asked, smiling apon his sister. Jenna looked at him confused, unsure of what he was implying.

"My trip to Europe, the invitation has been extending to my favourite sister." The man was met with a swift punch to his shoulder by his youngest sister. Jenna giggled sending one last look your way; You was dancing, freely without any fear. His hands were politely resting on your sides, still offering you his best smile he could muster. You laughed every time he cracked a joke, after Jenna left for Europe without another word, you accidentally fell in love.

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Your feet moved faster than your brain, your heart beat raced. Your eyes scattered around the familiar sight, proudly standing infront of you was Ortega manner. Your fist clamped together, knocking formally.

The old man smiled apon seeing you- randy- he offered you into the house. The warmness of a full house washed over your body, you smiled to nothing. The loudness of clattering and someone talking caught your attention, you dart towards the sound assuming it was your princess.

"Princess Y/L/N?" Mrs Ortega stumbled seeing your sudden appearance. You furrow your eyebrows at her sudden attitude, she glared at the floor. Her voice was stuck, her chest tight with the realisation of what her daughter did.

"She didn't tell you?" Your heart stopped, you could have swore you saw the grim reaper himself. Your eyes grew fuzzy as the older women explained everything. Your chest was tight, anxiety filled your heart. Unbeknownst to you, the Ortega family was fully aware of yours and their middle child's affair.

"She left me?" You gasped out, tears leaking from the source of yours eyes. She embraced you, held you as you screamed for your lost love. The news you had begged to share with Jenna died in your mind, becoming a passing thought

She had left, she has left. She was in some third world country saving the poor, of course she was. You gulped down every tear you pleaded to shed. You somehow stumbled to your feet, sending your goodbyes to Mrs Ortaga.

You fumbled with your foot, falling head first. A strong, muscular hand caught you. The man chuckled, the same man you had dance with all night.

"Prince, h-how are you?"  He smiled down at you, lifting you up onto your own feet. You stood awkwardly on the pathway, staring up at the man.

"We must stop meeting like this, Miss Y/L/N." He spoke softly, you nod. If Princess Ortega hadn't have left she would have known about Damien, and how he had agreed to marry you so you and Jenna could forever be together. He shrugged a hand through his hair, awaiting your answer.

"She left." Your heart turned cold. Your eyes no longer felt the need to burn for someone who couldn't even handle one simple dance, you burned for her and she left. His face dropped, riddled with confusion.

"Why? I- I thought she loved you.." He stoked the patch of beard he had under his chin, a puzzled look on his face. You hum, not really caring to waste your breath on someone who clearly didn't care for you.

"I guess she didn't."

"Your highness!" Eliza called out, her hands clutching a bag that you had made a few moments ago. You stormed into your daughters room, collecting all the essentials you'd need to get through the days with a toddle. Marie was none the wiser, happily hung around your neck as you darted around her room.

"Help me, Eliza, I can't stay with that man." You seethed, the memory of you smacking him back and you demanding a separation still hot in your mind. She nodded, stumbling forward in hopes to grap your attention.

"When will you meet her?" Your head whipped towards the question, daggers leaving your eyes and piercing the women infront of you. You stood silent, assuming she had  betrayed you too.

"You knew?"

"I- I, I assume Princess Ortega is back? That's why he was so mad? Or has he always been violent?" You release a shaken sigh, dropping your head. Your daughter began to fuss, demanding to be put down. You was scared, you couldn't stay with Damien but you also couldn't leave your daughter.

"Here." Eliza offered her help, picking up your daughter and began to play dolls with the little girl that resembled you, shockingly.

You nod, everything seeming too fast for your brain to catch on to. Your hands thrashed through Marie's things, your feet trodded across the hall towards your bedroom. You stomed around; gathering clothes, Letters, Information you'd need.

Damien was no where to be found, probably at the better end of a whiskey bottle. You found it easier that way, thanking his alcoholic demands for having such a hold on him.

"May I ask you something?" Eliza sheepishly asked, packing the final bag into the trunk of your carriage.

"Yes?"

There was a pause, an undeniable awkwardness within the cramped space. She bit her lip, nibbling ever so slightly on the skin.

"Is she worth it?"

Not even skipping a beat, not even batting an eyelash you nodded, "Yes."

Jenna was worth every tear you shed, every ache you felt, every smile you held, every laughter that bubbled out of your throat. She was the root to everything in your life, whether that be bad or good. She was always behind everything.

You hadn't read the letters yet. He had torn one, one that you hadn't had the knowledge of reading. You knew, whatever she wrote she wrote it for a reason.

"Goodbye, Queen."

"Mother has written, do you wish to know what for?" Jacob, Jenna's older brother asked whilst walking into the drawing room. Jenna hummed, her hands flipping through different pages of her book.

"Queen Y/L/N, didn't know you was leaving." The boys tone was scolding and accusing. Jenna shrank in on herself, her lip between her teeth.

"She fell out of love." She mumbled into her palm, knowing that was only half true. However it wasnt at all true.

"That's not what our mother declares." Jacob carried on. Jenna didn't give the boy the satisfaction of knowing she was dying to know what their mother had written, word for word.

"She chose him."

"She danced with him, that wasn't her declaring her undying love for that fool." Jacob retorted, throwing the paper towards his younger sister. "Shes gone mad without you."

The carriage ride was exhausting, you dreaded seeing your father. He was a strong man that turned sour with his age, he was mean and wouldn't have even cared if you told him the truth; that your husband turned abusive.

Your foot nervously bounced up and down, debating whether to read the letters, they were hundreds and you needed to read them eventually.

Tears openly flowed out of Princess Ortega's eyes, clutching the letter her mother wrote a few days prior. It had been 3 months since leaving, it was hard not to demand her brother to return home. But she suffered through the pain, hoping eventually she'd find a sense of belong; a sense she'd only even found in the arms of you.

The words bled together, her hands tearing the piece of paper into shreds.

Queen y/l/n is engaged, to be wed next week in the halls of belle. Damien was the man's name, charming, she does seem happy, Jenna-

Jenna couldn't bear to read more, her heart already broke and stomped on atleast 12 times already.

"Y/N, we've missed you." Your mother cooed, holding Marie in her hands. The baby giggled, nibbling on her pacifier. She had been teething terribly bad, to the point of tears each and every night.

"Mother, could I trouble you, I need a piece of paper and pen." Your mother nodded, asking her own maid to fetch the demanded things. You sat yourself down on your desk, the same desk that Princess ortega would write random love poems to you, the same desk were you'd kiss each night before she'd have to leave-

My dearest Jenna,

Loving you was probably the most easiest things I'd ever do in my short liven life. I loved you, I loved you until it psychically hurt. Every moon lit date, every dance among the ocean, every song you declared was ours, I always found myself loving you. But,

My love was always not taken serious by you, the constant recurrence I had to send your way just for us to have a normal day was exhausting. You was mess, a mess that I wanted. I danced with Damien because he looked so sad, I laughed at his joke because I was being polite, I stayed with him all night because we had a plan. I was going to marry him but love you, instead you decided to leave me. You left me, with nothing but empty space. I don't forgive you, I don't hate you either. Your the light in my tunnel, the air in my lungs and most famously; The Ocean to my Moon.

Damien stole your letters, I left him. He knew, I think he knew, I'd always love you no matter what.

I loved you the most when you was dancing with the rain singing without shame, I loved you when you broke down in my arms the day I told you I was marrying that old man. I never hated you, because hate was too close to love. I just stopped everything, I went numb because I'd rather lose myself than live with a life were there was no jenna.

I can only hope that we will meet again, maybe under a moon lit night were we dance once again. I'd like to kiss you before i die, maybe express how much I loved you even though you left. But I won't let myself dream anymore, it's painful. I have a daughter now, Her names Marie. I guess deep down i knew you was always the love of my life, my soul mate. She's named after you because I wanted her to be beautiful, to be strong and a fighter just like the women who was supposed to be her mother. I'll leave my seemingly long letter with that, I hope you get this my princess.

I'll love you beyond forever.

Sincerely, yours Y/N.

Jenna found it oddly surreal walking back into her childhood home. The colours were still a warm green, the lights still hung on the walls. Her younger siblings running freely among the grass outside the manner, her nieces and nephews making baby noises as her older sister chats with their mother.

She walked further into the home, sadness dwelling on her due to the fact no one noticed her appearance; she'd been gone for 4 years. Her feet softly padded into the floor, accompanying her mother as she stood on the lawn.

"Evening, Mother." She greeted the older women, smiling as the sun blared unforgiving at them. It was like the weather was controlled by Yours and Jenna's love, when the Sun was out the two of you couldn't have been further apart, when the rain poured down on the earth the two of you was probably found kissing somewhere no one would found you.

"Jenna!" The women gasped, embracing her daughter into a bone crushing hug. The two shared a few moments together, before the nagging need to find out why her daughter had suddenly came home.

"I love the welcome intrusion, but why are you here Jenna?"

Jenna wrote madly on the pieces of paper infront of her, scribbling down every ounce of love that she felt for you. Her brother watched, a scowl on his face.

"Jenna, what on earth are you doing?" The man asked, walking towards his sister in hopes to read what she was writing. The girl shooked away from him, hissing at the thought anyone but you would read what she needed to say.

"Writing."

Jenna needed to hear of you, she needed to know you was okay and that you still felt atleast something for her. She wrote every pained thought she felt, every sadned question that aired her brain. She knew you was marrying Damien, she knew you wasn't hers anymore. But still, the thought of you forgetting her was enough to drive her into insanity.

Word after word, page turned into pages until she finally had a book.

Jenna stared at her mother's question, she found herself wearing a smile mixed with blush.

"Queen Y/L/N, replied."

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Eliza carefully tied the lace on your corset. The annual ball was today, the anniversary of your coronation. You impatiently bounced your left foot, chewing on your nail like you did many years prior. But things were different. Next to you, as beautiful as ever stood your daughter. And there wasn't no Jenna to push away your bad habits.

"I'm dreadfully tired." You mumbled, hoping you could excuse yourself early to the party. Even though you was still well into your youth, days always seemed to drag. Eliza hummed, her hands dragging once up your whole back before leaving the corset with that.

The dress was soon fitted, sliding down your frame. You smiled at yourself, seeing what stood infront of the mirror. You may not have achieved much in your life, but you was sure as hell proud to be able to call Maria your daughter. She was playing quietly in the corner of your bedroom, fiddling with letters Princess Ortega made you when you two were only girls.

"All done, Queen."

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As always, your night was dreadfully long. It was brain numbing to be witness of the true mindless People of your country. The Ortega family arrived late, Jenna a no show like the current balls your family had held.

You sometimes caught yourself wondering if Europe was all it seemed to be. Surely it wasn't that interesting to invest years of your life to travel it.

In your pitiful state, you felt the damness of the atmosphere shift; water began to positively pour down into your kingdom, drouding out all thought that casting into your soured mind. Jenna getting lost during the rain, forgetting every pained image you had of her. Your feet dangled off the edge of the hill, below it was a drop worthy enough to kill. You often spent your evenings casted to witness the wildlife that traveled through the vally like state. Along side the hill stood a tree, the same tree that held many feelings in your heart.

Your bear feet had trickles of water droplets falling off them, along with the edge of your jaw and tip of your nose. It was enough to bring a mad person to sanity, the feeling of rain falling onto your tensed shoulders.

Everything was corrupted with the sound of the rain, the weather suddenly growing harsh and unforgiven with each moment you stayed painfully unaware of the brunette who chased down each and every one of your staff in hopes to find your whereabouts.

"Have you seen the Queen?" Jenna breathed out, her pants clouding her speech ever so slightly. The man that cooked you dinner shrugged, not really caring for the women infront of him. A strained groan left the princesses lips, clutching her hands together with a sob. You hadn't realised the time that drifted, it had been two hours since you left your own party.

Jenna left the kitchen, sprinting to your bedroom. Funny enough, almost like time had stopped all together when Jenna entered your bedroom eveything was the same. Everything in the same place, the only different was the sleeping girl that laid in the mist of your pillows and blankets.

Jenna gasped, her heart exploding. She was identical to you when you was a just a child, her hair scattered across the pillow and cheeky plushed.

"Princess Ortega" Eliza bumped chest with the frantic girl infront of her. Jenna was untameble, her eyes wide like a serial killer. She panted, her lungs seizing at the thought of being too late.

"Where- where is she? Where's my Y/N?" Your name rolled off her tongue, like it was meant to be. She wasn't ashamed to show her face anymore, she wasn't paralysed with crippling jealousy like she used to be. She wanted what's rightfully herself, she came for a reason and every moment of her passing years dragged all due to one reason. You was no where to be seen, you became a stranger and she'd be damned if your love story didn't end with the two of you hopefully in love with no fear in your heart and a house fill of laughter.

"Shes- she never told me. She said she's leaving to her safe space." Eliza stuttered, shifting on her feet at the sudden desperation that stormed Jenna's features.

Jenna didn't reply, she hurried off. Her feet slammed, claiming down onto the carpeted wooden floor, she barged past people ignoring their cries of ignorance. They didn't know why princess Ortega was harshly running through the halls, nor why she was in such a panic.

Jenna finally stumbled towards the tree where you and her first kissed. You two was 16, she had finally admit her deepest secret that led to you sharing yours.

"I..I think I'm in love you." Jenna sheepishly admit, her face a blushing mess. The moon lit night did wonders for her beauty, the moon truly reflection the astonishing view she could be. You was so caught up with her freckled nose that you almost forgot to reply.

Your confession was caught in your lips. Jenna was sat infront of you, waiting for an answer. She was smiling, almost like she knew you was desperately in love with her too. It was obvious, the love you two shared wasn't a secret. It was painfully clear to anyone with a sense of mind, no friends long for one another like you and jenna did.

"I know I love you Jenna. There isn't a doubt in my mine, you're my ocean." Confidence washed over you, your chest growing in size with the amount of oxygen you took in as you breathe.

Jenna giggled, her hand dragging closer to your cheek. She cupped your face ever so slightly, placing the other on the floor to stabilise her. She leaned forward, scared to fully commit the sin she wanted to destroy.

"Kiss me."

The way Jenna ran towards the moon lit tree was supernatural, she didn't stop when a seizing pain took over her lower stomach. She treded through the untamed grass, storming faster when she saw the faint sign of someone sitting down by the hill.

"Y/N!" Jenna howled, her words echoing through the air. She shuffled, huffing out in pain when the shadow didn't turn around. Biting down on her lip she ran faster, her thighs burning and the bottom of her dress tearing.

"Y/N!" The grass sqelched below her, the mud splattered up the better half of her legs. She ignored the uncomfortable feeling off the thick muck intruding her skin, knowing you was only a few minutes away.

Just as God frowned down on the two of you, the weather began to grow worse. God upping his game, the rain began to pound, slamming into Jenna's skin leaving harsh marks in result. The rain turned into thick clumps of ice, then a shed of hailstones. A sharp enough peice of ice slashed the cheek of Jenna, she hissed holding the skin as blood began to trickle down her flesh.

"Queen!"

Thunder crashed down on the tree standing right beside you. Your body jolted awake, the lighting scaring the life out of you. Your hand clamped around the fabric around your chest, breathing becoming labored and strained.

"Holy-" Your whole body was forced side ways, your arms swinging ever so slightly. You gasped, someone coming into contact with your face. The strangers hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at them.

Standing infront of you, as beautiful as ever stood your Jenna. She was wearing a shy smile, her hair stuck to her head. The water droplets dribble down her face, leaving her a mess that sent yout into a coma. She was ethereal, extremely elegant.

The years you'd spent apart felt like nothing anymore, like the gap in history was drawn out of proportion and it hadn't been four years but a mear few days. Jenna looked exactly the same, maybe even gain more worshipable freckles that would add to your on going count.

"Princess Ortega-" Your words were muffled, Jenna's lips crashing into yours. The lack of people around left the both of you reckless, a slave to the desire that drilled into your bodies at the lack of being near each other in far too long.

"You once promised me that you'd love me forever." Jenna gasped, the lack of air still evident with her struggle with breathing. Her hand never left your face, determined to keep you as close as possible.

"I believe I said beyond forever." You reminded her, smiling with the same cocky over confident smirk that made Jenna want to rip your head off. Instead of rolling her eyes, slapping your arm or even straight up leaving like she once did after seeing the sight she pulling you closer to her. Her lips crashed into yourself, your hands finally coming to life to hold her face too.

"Do you intend to keep your promise?" Jenna asked, pulling away from your lips. A stern groan left yours, a plead of objection.

"Only if you intend to extend the same sentiment my way."

She smiled, both of you giggling like it was second nature. The weather was yet to seize, only growing more fearful.

"I'll love you until humanity crumbles and the sun explodes into nothing."

The Ocean will always have its Moon. And you will always have your Jenna

[gliyerabaa]

Could you do number 3 of the angry prompt?

Prompt 3: “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

gonna really lean into the unrequited gelphie on this one. also i KNOW i already answered a prompt and set it during for good, but i'm gonna do it again because its such a juicy juicy concept....

also im zooted rn so like. sorry if it sucks?

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"You said it yourself, I'm wicked!" Elphaba snaps, and Glinda feels her heartbeat quicken at the sharpness in her voice. She doesn't have a response yet, she's too busy trying to figure out how she can save this.

Elphaba continues on, undeterred by the glint of anxiety behind Glinda's eyes. "Why would you even want to clear my name? You hate me!"

Glinda's blood boils at Elphaba's notion, which couldn't be more untrue.

"Imagine the scandal!" Elphaba cackles, "Glinda the Good trying to clear the name of her sworn--"

"I love you!" Glinda blurts, wanting to get the rejection over with, like ripping of the adhesive of a bandage,

"--enemy..." Elphaba trails off, and her expression morphs through a series of different phases of murky unreadability.

Oh stars... She'd really stepped in it now.... Glinda goes on, hoping to try and fix this, "I love you, and I'm sorry, and I..."

Elphaba's hand against her heart stops her. "No. I'm sorry." She exhales and turns her head, her eyes obscured in the shadow of her hat. "If I'd only known, I'd..."

"I don't think I could have made it any more obvious." Glinda blinks, fighting off tears that cloud her vision, "I should have gone with you when I had the chance, then maybe you would finally have realized..."

"Easy now, my sweet," Elphaba gently wipes away her tears, "Now is not the time for regrets. For either of us."

Outside, the distant roar of the rioters grows louder.

"Am I ever going to see you again?"

"I doubt it." Elphaba frowns, "They're here to kill me."

Glinda's eyes wander to the floor, eyes darting from one cobblestone to the next. She doesn't know what to do, or what to say until Elphaba takes her hand.

"May I kiss you?" Elphaba asks, and Glinda looks up, taken aback. Elphaba's eyes are full of a wonder so magnificent, "I wasted my whole life, oblivious, and if I die now... I want our kiss to be my final memory, my parting gift from this Earth."

"Don't say that." Glinda takes a half-step back, "Elphie, please don't tell me you're accepting defeat that easily!"

"It's my only option." Elphaba says, and Glinda knows it's a bold-faced lie. Elphaba closes the gap between them, takes Glinda's soft hand in hers again, running her thumb over the back of it, "Please, Glinda. I love you."

Glinda's heart skips a beat. "We can't make up for ten years worth of pining in a matter of seconds, you know."

"But we can try..." Elphaba says, and whisks Glinda into her embrace, kissing her soundly.

[hunterbunter3000]

Omg finally found a black reader focused account I’m so happy I found you 😭 Okay but hear me out:

Sweetheart is getting braids and they ain’t cheap so who paying!? My money’s on Glucose Guardian Price (he loves seeing her in different hairstyles) or Alejandro because “anything mi reina wants, mi reina gets” 🤭🤭🤭

Heyyy!! I'm glad you found me too! Babes all my content will be black girl and black gender neutral focused, you can count on that 😎😎😎

STOP-- GLUCOSE GUARDIAN PRICE😭😭 IM DYINGGGG

Honestly, Price ain't the one paying for em (Yes, he ADORES the hairstyles on her but Sweetheart made it clear that she doesn't want him spending any of his money on her, so he respects that... to a point AHA)

It's Sir Skeletor Ghost and my babygirl Alejandro paying for them salon appointments.

Sweetheart: I KEEP TELLING YOU BOTH YOU DONT NEED TO PAY FOR THIS- I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY A MANSION WHY DO I NEED YALL TO PAY FOR MY THINGS STOP IT

Ghost and Alejandro: never >:]

Sweetheart: you both get on my nerves 🙄

I mean Ghost pays for her nails so might as well make it everything else LOLL

Gaz buys her the accessories! Like gold jewels to put in her braids, or cuffs. He even buys the oil, gel, and crochet hooks if she wants to do it herself

If she does it by herself:

They all chill in her room, listening to her music playlist that she's playing on a speaker, and just watching her doing her hair

Roach and König are bug eyed studying her do it, like-- wow! 🧐🧐 what is this magnificence? 🥺🥺🥺 LMAO

And then when she's done, she takes pictures, and some of them help take pictures (only Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro can take pictures. Soap is banned because he only takes blurry pictures and silly ones, not that Sweetheart minds it but Price banned him anyway. And König, Roach, and Rodolfo are banned from taking pictures because they shake too much. One time König dropped her phone and head-butted her in the face when he was reaching for it. That day was filled with chaos and tears. AHAHA)

Horangi just gushes on how wonderful it looks on her everytime 😍 whether she got it done from someone or she did it herself, he will always say how beautiful she looks in any kind of hairstyle she gets

And Krueger-- well

He just immediately praises her and becomes so damn possessive and over protective of the hair 💀💀

Kruger: DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER HEAD OR I CUT OFF YOUR FINGERS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS (starts to cuss in German)

Sweetheart: Would yoU C H I L L

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Nightmares

A thrashing body in bed beside you wakes you from your peaceful slumber, and your eyes open to complete darkness. Although you cant see anything, you can feel the absence of Spencer’s arms around your waist, which is where they had been, and usually are, when you sleep. Something hits the bed again, and it’s the scared whimper that leaves Spencer’s lips that tells you exactly what is going on. Without any further hesitation, you turn over to face your boyfriend’s side of the bed, and you reach out to touch his chest, using that as your guide as you gently trace a path upwards towards his face, until you can caress his cheek.

“Spence, you’re dreaming, it’s alright.” You whisper, and you can feel his jaw unclench as the sound of your voice reaches him, even in the land of the unconscious.

Leaning closer to him now that he’s not flailing his limbs and at risk of accidentally hitting you in his sleep and then waking up to feel immensely guilty, you kiss his nose. Your hands cup his face and you run your fingers through your hair, a sensation that Spencer has previously described as “the closest thing to heaven” that he thinks he’ll ever experience, and a sensation powerful enough to wake him from his nightmare with a gasp. As soon as his eyes open, he lunges at you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and clinging to your small frame as you fall onto your back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Im right here.” You coo, continuing to run your fingers through Spencer’s hair with one hand while the other rubs gently circles in his back.

He nods into your neck at your words, and then sniffles. “Just...dont let go of me, please.”

You kiss his forehead. “Wasnt planning on it, love.”

And for a few minutes, you lie with Spencer in your arms, your bedroom silent with the exception of your boyfriend’s hard breathing, which eventually slows to a calm rate.

“Why do you stay with me, (Y/N)?” Spencer blurts out suddenly, his question hanging in the dark.

The absurdity of his question makes you frown, and you answer without having to think about it. “Because I love you.”

Spencer places a soft kiss on your neck at your words before he continues. “But you never complain. Not once after I’ve woken you up like this have you complained about losing sleep, you never make me feel like less of a man when Im upset, you never seem irritated at the amount of times I’ve needed your comfort and reassurance. Logically, over time issues like this would affect you, but they havent...why?”

His genuinely curious and slightly afraid explanation shocks you. Spencer is a man of logic and facts, he’s researched as much as he can into love to gain a better understanding of it, but the fact is, he sometimes struggles to wrap his head around what comes with being in love. And the idea of you being utterly besotted by him baffles him more than anything else.

“Spence, if any of those things bothered me, I wouldnt be loving you. Being in love with someone means that seeing your lover in any unpleasant state causes you pain, and you will do anything in your power to make them feel better. No matter how many times that happens, every time it’s the same pain, and the same determination to help them heal. Loving you is my number one priority, and there is nothing else in this world I would rather be doing.” You reassure him, honesty delicately laced in your every word.

Spencer is quiet at this, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in that magnificent mind of his as he processes what you just told him. But it is more than that, and you can tell, because you can feel his heart pounding as he continues to think about your words. The sniffle that comes from him confirms what you already know to be true: he’s holding back tears.

“Oh sweetheart, dont cry!” You coo, holding him close to you and kissing the top of his head.

“I dont deserve you, I never will.” Spencer chokes out.

You shake your head frantically “Spence, you deserve every wonderful thing you can ever receive, every piece of love I can possibly give you and so much more. Just because you cant see that, doesnt mean that it isnt true.”

Spencer sighs. “You speak in a way that makes it impossible for me to argue.”

Giggling, you kiss his head again. “Good. Do you think you’re alright to go back to sleep?”

Spencer nods into your neck, his voice quiet and getting progressively hoarse as exhaustion takes over every fibre of his being.

“As long as Im in your arms, Im alright to do anything.”

[wonijin]

DEUCE

should you have known that you'd be in the same team as your rival, you would never thought of attending this school. now, you'd have to put up with ahn yujin's unwanted company more than you'd like.

tags: ahn yujin/female reader. volleyball au. angst. 1.1k words.

warnings: foul language

“seems like coach is wasting another starting spot tonight.”

“and i cant believe we’d have to pull your weight again, ahn.”

you thought you’d finally escape her. but alas, the bane of your existence, ahn yujin, stands in front of you.

she had been the most annoying thorn by your side ever since you were children. you had the unpleasure of meeting her during a practice match with their school back when you were both still in elementary. your personalities clashed in every possible way upon meeting, making both of you rivals ever since.

“i pray every second of my life for you get benched.” yujin scoffed, her held high, eyes peering from above.

“it’s sweet you dedicate time to think of me. i can’t say the same to you,” you say, plastering a fake smile.

before yujin could answer through her smirk, the coach interrupted and called your names. “why dont you both pair for warmups? i don't need you two going at it throughout the game.”

“that im too magnificent to be in the same room as you.” yujin snapped back without missing a beat. she pressed on your back to help you reach tour toes, her hands heavy like an anvil.

“that im too magnificent to be in the same room as you.” yujin snapped back without missing a beat. she pressed on your back to help you reach tour toes, her hands heavy like an anvil.

“that im too magnificent to be in the same room as you.” yujin snapped back without missing a beat. she pressed on your back to help you reach tour toes, her hands heavy like an anvil.

“you’re so full of yourself. im wondering how you haven't choked on your massive ego yet.” you slapped her hands away and walked towards your bag, knowing full well that she’d drive you up a wall the longer you’re with her.

this exchange felt like it happened a lifetime before, it was a few hours ago. now, you’re staring at the ball in front of you.

the thundering cheers turned to a mere buzz. from the corner of your eyes, you catch the opposing team celebrating on the other side of the court.

“what the fuck was that? the ball was right in front of you!” yujin shoved you and before you could stumble backwards, she caught your shoulders.

the taller girl stared at you, too drowned in the feeling of defeat to answer. she was overwhelmed with fury and you were in daze.

yujin opened her mouth to speak but stopped when you slapped her firm hands away and waking off without turning back or uttering a single word.

she stared at your retreating figure. not only minutes after when she realized you were completely out of her vision did she jogged towards the opposite direction. not without sparing the opposing team a glance.

the sounds of ball hitting the floor and shoes squeaking spilled outside the four walls of the school gym and reached yujin’s ears. she already knew who was practicing late this night before even sliding the door open.

you jumped—no, flew until your hand met the volleyball up in the air, hitting it hard enough for it to dig on the other side. if you noticed yujin slipping through the court, you said nothing.

you feet touched the ground with a thud and you waste no time to pick up another ball. yujin’s eyes squinted and she stepped closer until she was a step behind the green line and your tear stricken face was visible.

sweat and tears glisten on your skin, shining under the lights of the gym. she watched as you serve after serve, still wearing the uniform from the game earlier. a breath escaped her lips before her feet brought her inside the lines.

“no wonder you’re serves are shittier than always. your tears wont make it better, stupid.”

she sighed one last time at your tear stricken face and before she knew it, she was running after each ball you served. it didn’t matter where you aimed, she was there to receive it.

“you've gotta do better than that. stop going easy on me!” yujin’s voiced echoed throughout the walls and you replied with a frustrated scream of your own. “fuck you!”

“come at me then! is this all you’ve got?” every time yujin opened her mouth, it was to taunt you. you’re aware that she’s deliberately pushing your buttons. you’re too busy letting your frustrations out to think why.

by now, the tears have stopped flowing and fatigue started to envelope your body. but yujin understands you wouldn’t stop, just like how she wouldn’t if she was in your place.

so yujin held her hands up in a ‘T’, a timeout. you both know that she was half as tired as you. yet, it would be much later when you both realized this action was dedicated to you.

yujin sat down and wiped her sweat with the hem of her shirt, her eyes never leaving you as you chug a bottle of water. her thoughts wander as she fully lays on her back.

“i shouldn’t have let number four get to me and focused on offense.” yujin admitted suddenly. ‘like you said’, the words hang on her tongue, unable to be voiced.

yujin heard you choking on your water. even she, herself, is surprised at her outburst. she’d never imagined a moment where you’ll both show vulnerability to each other.

but here you were, sniffling and throwing a tantrum. and here she were, declaring her guiltiness and contemplation.

as the ceiling stares back at her, yujin wants to apologize for what she said after the game. but not letting you bear responsibility alone is the best she can do right now.

“and i should’ve trusted your blocks more.” you looked awkward as you crouched in front of her, handing her your water bottle.

yujin muttered a small thanks, almost inaudible. the small quirk of her lips hidden as she gulped the the remaining water. she felt your presence as you joined her on the cold hard floor.

her eyes drifted towards you propped up against your elbows. and deep in her heart, she's slowly coming to realize why she biked all the way back to school. why she knows you’d be here wallowing. why she’s here with you.

her play wouldn’t be her biggest regret of today if she let you mourn a loss on your own. but this revelation would be for another day.

today, yujin plays the role of an annoying team mate who’s using her annoyingness to let your bottled frustrations out.

[qawcamiz]

Hi! I really liked your Tighnari story, so I’m here to request more if you’re up to it! I was wondering how you’d think Tighnari react to his S/O getting hurt in a battle…(I totally get it if you’re busy and don’t want to take up my request though!)

Thank you!

Tiny bruise

notes: I can assure you all that I love receiving requests, so don't be afraid of sending your thoughts to my inbox, so I could help you with your scenarios 💗💗💗

also if this (plot) isn't what you're expecting im sorry 🙏🙏 i did my best 😭

Adventuring was one of your favorite things in the world, but even if that didn’t necessarily mean that it wasn’t risky, it didn’t make it any less exciting for you, especially since you valued it because it has brought you to love him.

Exploring the Teyvat with him was a lot like a tale, and he made sure to tell you about his many adventures whenever you were alone together, you could only imagine what he must have been through with the help of the numerous books on the history of Teyvat’s culture he had read, and you always listened to every word he said attentively,

Tighnari loved the fact that you would eagerly listen to anything he was telling you, and he knew you would do whatever you could to understand his experiences, which was something he cherished more than anything else.

Being a Woodland Watcher, He is also positively familiar with various species of forest creatures living in the jungle, he knows a lot about plants and trees and all types of creatures that live within them. He loves the magnificence of nature, and how it can give off beautiful vibes when you look at it.

He also once suffered from heatstroke while exploring the desert, which left him very vulnerable, so in the end he ended up declaring his disdain towards it.

Aside from not being fond of the desert, he was also not keen on the idea of you getting hurt on the combat field, Even though he's well aware that you're a strong and self-reliant person, he still felt responsible for everything that might happen to you, no matter what the circumstances might be. He is very protective of you, but he is quite willing to put aside those feelings and focus on protecting the two of you instead.

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"Tighnari... I already told you it'll be fine! it's just a tiny bruise." You soothed him after taking a good look at the bruise that was already forming on your cheekbone. The swelling had already reached the size of a plum, and you could feel its pain radiating throughout your face. It wasn't too bad for now, but it certainly wouldn't go unnoticed.

"You wouldn't know, Even if it's a tiny bruise like what you're saying, it could still get infected if we don't take care of it properly, So just relax and let me take care of it. Also, try not to move so much, the scrapes tend to spread faster when you move." Tighnari gently held your chin between his fingers to prevent you from moving around too much, so as not to worsen the injury.

"I'm sorry... for being clumsy and weak, like- not being able to fight those stupid mushrooms properly and not knowing enough how to defend myself, I should've learned how to wield my weapon better..." Your words trailed off in a sad tone of voice, Tighnari noticed A tear began rolling down your cheek as you spoke, feeling guilty for making such a mess out of your situation.

"You have nothing to apologize for, love. The whirling fungus appeared from behind you, resulting in a tiny wound on your beautiful face, No one would ever predict that from happening since you were focused on fighting the floating fungus. Besides, there's no need for you to blame yourself when they are the reason why you're hurt in the first place.” His voice softened and the way he looked at you made your heart warm, you couldn't help but smile lightly at his kind words.

"You're making it hard for me to not kiss you right now." You pouted a little, which made Tighnari chuckle lightly. "what's stopping you from doing so?" He asked, and before your brain could stop you, you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours.

His lips felt soft and supple against yours, slightly chapped due to lack of use, but that only made his kiss even more tender. He held onto your cheeks, carefully, kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss further and tangling your fingers through his hair.

It was passionate and full of love, and you couldn't help but think that this was exactly what you wanted.