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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

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Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.” Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

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Don’t talk to me rn

I am distraught

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Touched-starved Sirius Black while stuck in Grimmauld Place with his partner would be great :) i love your writing!

his parents never leaved grimmauld place

but hearing that they would be gone, he took no time inviting you over

it was halfway through the summer and the two of you barely spoke, not wanting sirius's parents to catch one of your letters

the minute he sees you, he isn't letting you go

even though his bed is a queen, he has you right next to him

both of his arms wrapped around you, his head tucked into your neck

regulus wouldn't say a word about it when he sees you

during the day, sirius just needs to be near you, wanting to touch you all the time

you don't complain, you miss him just as much

knowing that his parents would be back soon, sirius tries to soak up your time

the day you leave, he isn't letting you go, pressing kisses all over your face

but you know that there is just less than a month until you are back at hogwarts

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Hey hey hey love! i have a question about if you right plus size! readers?? i read your request rules and i don’t see it:( so i’m asking in person!

if you do write for it could i request a poly!mauraders x Plus size! reader? Maybe where she’s kind of dating them in secret and she has to help tutor the boys(mostly james and sirius) and she doesn’t want to but does it anyway, and maybe some smut? it’s up to you! be creative!!

i’m just asking, if you don’t do plus size i could totally request something else!

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so sorry anon for taking so long to answer this, i have been so busy and haven't prioritized my tumblr

warning: 18+ minors dni, smut, f oral, public sex?

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you whimpered as you tried to stay quiet when grading their papers.

"you should take your own words love." sirius smirked, pulling away from your thighs, his chin and lips glistening, "you need to focus on your work." he mocked you.

gripping your quill tightly you ignored him, sirius just joining james back between your thighs.

both boys lapped at your pussy greedily, as remus stood behind you, his hands down your blouse, playing your nipples.

"you missed a mistake." remus whispered, before biting the shell of your ear.

"mhmm." it came out. more as a moan as you continued.

squeezing your thighs as you felt your orgasm approaching, sirius held onto them tightly, him and james continuing to lick your cunt.

"there you go love." remus hummed, "such a good girl for us."

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dealer! rafe x sleepy gf

╰┈➤ dealer!rafe with a sleepy girlfriend

warnings: just fluff, mentions of drugs, swearing.

summary: rafe calls it a night once y/n’s eyes flutter shut.

the cool air left goosebumps along her exposed legs as she curled up in his lap, listening quietly to the conversations around her.

they always ended up on the main balcony at the end of the night, surrounded by stragglers, mainly barry, kelce and topper.

barry hummed as he counted the last of the cash, comparing it to the amount of small packets left over from the night, having used rafe’s party as a business opportunity.

a soft sigh escaped her lips as her head rested on his shoulder. “you tired angel?” he cooed, stroking her hair with his ring-clad fingers.

“no..” she lied, her sudden yawn immediately giving her away. chuckling, he held her head in his hands, the scent of his cologne slowly lulling her to sleep.

he craned his neck to watch as her eyes fluttered shut, light snores quickly escaping her nose.

he held a finger to his lips as he met the others’ eyes, shifting her weight in his arms as he lifted her from the couch. “show yourselves out when you’re done out here alright? and keep it down..” he muttered, quiet yet assertive.

“man, she’s got you whipped..” topped joked, exchanging amused glances with barry. “he’s right country club, you’ her bitch now..”

shaking his head, rafe agreed mentally before heading through the french doors, careful not to wake her.

setting her down on the bed, he covered her with the blanket before tucking her in. having already changed into comfortable clothes a couple hours prior, she didn’t need him to change her this time.

rafe took a few steps back to admire her, his heart warming as she nuzzled into the pillow, her hair tangled behind her in an oddly stunning way. sparing her another glance before reaching to remove his own clothes, his eyes fell on the residue of concealer underneath her eyes, having slightly rubbed off throughout the party.

“shit..” he mumbled, whipping his head around to scan the vanity in the corner. yes, she had her own little corner in his house, why wouldn’t she?

rummaging around in one of the many baskets of skincare, his hands landed on the unscented makeup wipes. removing a couple from the package, he sat down beside her blissful state, gently rubbing the wipes across her skin in a circular motion.

he was sure she’d wake up and lecture him on doing it wrong, but he didn’t mind. if he didn’t bother to remove it for her, he’d be lectured for that too, so, at least he tried.

“mmm, r-rafe?” she stirred, confusion settling over her brows as her eyes remained closed. “shh, baby. go back to sleep, i’m just wiping your face..” he whispered, rubbing his calloused fingers over her cheek soothingly. “m’kay..”

discarding the now-dirtied wipes, he continued removing his own clothes, sliding under the covers beside her.

a content sigh washed over him as he pulled her closer into him, instinctively brushing her hair upwards so he wouldn’t lie on it.

“you are so beautiful..” he murmured, aware she was flat out, yet it felt wrong to not let her know, awake or not.

his soft circles on her upper arm slowly came to a stop as he allowed sleep to override his body, falling into a comfortable slumber beside her.

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who loves you

summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have

pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader

warnings: none?

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Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom. 

It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with. 

You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them. 

The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore. 

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Okay, what the hell?

You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it. 

Joy ;)

—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?

—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them

You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?

What. The. Fuck. 

You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive. 

“Why is my phone in your hand?”

Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest. 

“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question. 

You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”

You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question. 

“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”

You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest. 

“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding. 

“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”

Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.

Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on. 

Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes. 

“Are you being serious right now?”

Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”

That stings. 

“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. 

“I don’t.” 

“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario. 

You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.” 

You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room. 

Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing. 

-

“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies. 

“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”

Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television. 

“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.

“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”

“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment

Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite. 

Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.

Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way. 

“What—“ 

“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.” 

“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says. 

“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.

“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?”  Sam asks. 

“Livid.” 

Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.” 

“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?” 

“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.

“Maybe,” Ari mutters.

-

But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.

And then Saturday rolled around…

-

“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“ 

“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”

“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories. 

“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his. 

Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends. 

When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike. 

Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do. 

You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus. 

“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players. 

-

Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink. 

But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game. 

-

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!” 

Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.

The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.

They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.

He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron. 

The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.

He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy. 

-

“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.

In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. 

“C’mon folks!”

You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up. 

The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!” 

“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him. 

“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek. 

You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes. 

“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.” 

“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”

“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”

“No problem.”

You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission. 

-

Ari 🏒🦁

—Meet me outside the locker room

—Please?

You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention. 

“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”

Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”

“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully. 

“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?” 

“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari. 

You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin. 

“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.” 

“Thanks, Steve.”

-

“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.

He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder. 

You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him. 

“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you. 

“Wait—“ you interrupt, “We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”

He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you. 

You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two. 

“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?” 

The audacity of men will always surprise you.

“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?” 

“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”

“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”

He notices how small your voice is as you ask. 

He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.” 

You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall. 

Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.” 

“Do you even care about me? At all.” 

It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking. 

“What? Did tonight not show you that?” 

You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start. 

Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones. 

“I love you.”

Your breath picks up at his admission. 

“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.” 

You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt. 

He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him. 

Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur. 

“I love you too.”

He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man. 

You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look. 

“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”

“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek. 

“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.” 

-

a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback 💗

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^QB Bucky looking at how fast all the women start bidding on him for charity

Pairing: QB!Bucky x Grumpy!Assistant Reader

Warnings: Future only one bed coming soon, more warnings to follow (there may be smųt if he gets lucky 👀) struck Bucky.

AN: Part of my QB!Bucky series.

Bucky stares out into the audience, sweat beading along his hairline. He shifts in his seat, wiping his palms across his pants, unknowingly drawing everyone's attention to his thick, muscular thighs.

"28,000," someone screams from the back, frantically waving a bright blue paddle in the air.

"29,000." The immediate counter hissed from a nearby table.

Bucky tries not to cringe, he didn't plan for this. In his head, he was going to walk up, have you bid and be back in his seat before it got cold.

Only he's already raised more money in the first five minutes he's been up here than the rest of the guys before him combined.

His heart pounds in his chest the more numbers are thrown out, climbing higher and higher, his bids easily surpassing five digits. So many voices shouting for the chance to win a date with the quarterback. But there's only one he wants to hear.

Yours.

Frantic blue eyes find you sitting at his table, tapping your paddle against the side of your glass, chin propped on your palm—damn you're beautiful—Bucky wonders how much trouble he would get in if he jumped off the stage and convinced you to leave with him. Anywhere but here.

Just you and him.

But this is for his charity so he can't.

His fingers dig into the edge of the seat and he leans forward, willing you to look at him. Your gaze shifts up, locking with his. A smile blooms across his face, once again he unwittingly drives up his price. Not that he notices. His heart stutters to a pounding stop behind his ribcage. The bidding blurring into white noise around him.

Everything fades away as you take your place as the center of his world.

He gets this way with you, if only you knew what you do to him--whenever you look at him, when you smile at him, especially when you glare at him as you boss him around—all of it makes him fall you more and more.

"Please, please," he chants under his breath, through barely parted lips. You promised you'd bid on him, please don't let someone else steal him away.

"—do I hear fifty thousand? Fifty thousand anyone?" the auctioneer's voice piercing through Bucky's haze, panic lancing through his chest.

Please. His brows furrowing as he leans forward, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Oh god, oh god, what is he going to do? All his plans are slipping through his hands like sand.

A languid smirk tugs at your lips, you take a slow slip of your champagne, paddle in hand. Bucky inhales sharply, a thread of doubt laces around the hope swelling in his chest.

"Going once."

He'll be so good to you. He knows he can be everything you need.

Bucky baleful eyes beg you to bid, to take a chance on him. You tap your paddle on your chin and he feels his stomach constrict with anticipation. Give him a chance.

"Going twice—"

That's all he needs.

One chance.

But you have to bid.

Don't let her win.

"Fifty thousand."

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Hii sorry to bother you, but could i request a poly !Mafia! Marauders x !sensitive golden retriever! Gf, where the reader comes back home and her knee is bleeding but she doesn't even notice and hands the Marauders different flowers and the Marauders say they don't care about the flowers and focus on the bleeding knee and the reader feels hurt and upset, it's up to you on how would they notice that she's upset and how would they make it up to her?... And I'm really sorry to bother you and I'm sorry that it's long, hope you have a great day <3

you too invested in your flowers to notice the cut or the blood on your leg.

but it was the first thing they noticed. sirius was pulling you onto the coach, kneeling down to look at it closly.

"you need to be more careful." he didn't mean to sound mean but they never enjoyed seeing you hurt whether if it was a scratch or a broken bone.

"look at the flowers." they all ignored you, both james and remus running out of the living room to find the first aid kit.

you just pouted, sad that you were annoyed, tears welling in your eyes.

"does it hurt dovie." james noticed your tears, "it's all patched up now."

"you ignored my flowers." you muttered.

remus just cooed, taking them from you, kissing your temple. "didn't mean to love, wanted to make sure you were better first.

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Hello! Idk if you’ve done this before. But would you be okay writing some headcanons or something where eddie is hired by readeras a babysitter for reader’s kids. And he they start falling for each other

pairing: babysitter!eddie munson x mom!reader

warning: fluff, mentions of divorce, single mom

eddie decided to be a babysitter after hanging around henderson and the rest of his friends

maybe he got it from steve, but eddie was a good babysitter

and along with that, any other families in the trailer park who needed a babysitter, they always went to eddie

now making it official, you were the first and most consistent mom he babysat for

since your daughter was born and you needed to work to provide for two children now, you hired a babysitter

eddie was great and was head over heels when he first saw all

but he kept it all professional and was wonderful with your kids

your eldest, brian absolutely loved him, constantly wanting eddie to stay when you came back

your daughter was chill, she just needed a bottle, some food and a lil tummy time and she was set

you ended up taking up brian's offer when he wanted eddie to stay for dinner

since then eddie was over at your apartment still having dinner with the three of you

and when brian pleaded for eddie to help with a bath and bedtime you couldnt help but see how good eddie was

since your divorce, you didn't have time to date especially not everyone was wanting to date a girl who had a kid

you couldn't lie and say you didn't think of eddie in a romantic way

he was great with your kids, sweet on you and handsome

after getting brian to bed, you put your daughter, lily in her crib, finally having some time to yourself

when eddie came done to see you with a glass of a wine and one sitting on the coffee table, he sat next to you

the two of you stayed up late that night, you fall asleep against him when the two of you were watching a movie

eddie couldn't leave you, just staying there with you, his arms wrapped around your waist while he snored softly

this was way longer than i thought it would be but i love it so much <3

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Sick of the Silence

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of starving, insecurities, Rita Skita

Words: 6.1k

꧁꧂

You sneakily made your way towards the tent that the competitors were sharing. The air was very damp today, and the weather was starting to get colder. But you couldn't understand how you were still freezing even though you had your old winter boots on, along with Theo's scarf tightly wrapped around your neck

When you stood infront the tent, you carefully lifted the tent entrance to the side and feeling lucky when you saw that Harry was the only one left.

Quickly, you took a leap, and Harry felt his soul leave is chest when he felt someone close his arms around him.

"Merlin! Y/n have you lost your mind." You didn't listen to him.

"First place Harry! And with a Horntail!" You gushed making Harry look down on the ground bashfully.

"Thanks, but you should've seen Cedric." He replied quietly, slowly continuing to peel off his destroyed items.

You sighed as you watched him, taking great sadness in the fact that he didn't even take an ounce of credit.

"Harry, you beat that dragon. With your own strength and mind. Be proud of yourself. Becuase I am certainly." You quietly said, before taking ahold of him again and bringing him into one more hug.

And you smiled to yourself when you felt him slowly start to hug you back.

What broke you out of the hug was a very bright flash, and the sound of a sharp giggle running through the tent. You and Harry quickly separated from your hug, and you felt an unfamiliar uneasiness set into your stomach as you watched Rita Skita and her magic quill.

She sighed dramatically.

"What a scandal." That was all that she said before she left the tent. This could never end well.

꧁꧂

Theodore had never felt the feeling that was currently streaming in his veins. His fingers were grasped tightly around the peace of news, feeling an urge to tear the picture of you and Harry hugging in to shreddes.

Theodore felt betrayed. Wether it was by you or his feelings, he didn't know. But he were aware that you were not the one to blame, it wasn't your fault that you fell for Harry. But oh how he wished that he could blame you and not himself. To not blame himself for being such a coward.

He cleared his throat and forcefully folded the paper before throwing it on the table, getting a last glimpse of the title before he dragged his feet to his first class. Not having the strength in his heart to wait for you, to afraid that tears would be spilled.

Mrs Y/l/n taking her chance with the Harry Potter after he was betrayed by miss Granger for going to his rival.

You watched as Theo hurriedly walked out from the Great Hall, not even looking your way as he exited. You furrowed your eyebrows as you could catch a glimpse of his clenched jaw and white knuckles. If you didn't know any better, he looked hurt. And it deeply concerned you since that wasn't a feeling you wanted the young boy to feel.

꧁꧂

Luna and Cho looked at you with worry in their eyes. You'd been acting strange ever since breakfast. You were not concentrating on your lessons, your hands drawing strange doodles or figures on your paper instead of writing down your notes.

They had also seen the way Theodore stormed out the dining hall this morning, but they didn't think that his pissy mood would affect yours as much as it did.

You had tried all day to get a hold of Theodore, but you almost thought that he'd disappeared from the castle grounds by how quickly he was nowhere to be seen. But the suspicions were luckily blown away when you saw him walking down the moving stairs with his friends from the Slytherin house.

"Theo!" You called, trying to catch his attention, and feeling successful when he heard you. The beat of your heart increased when searched for you, but the look that he gave you was something unusual.

The absolute anguish that his face was painted in shocked you to the core. You'd never seen him look that way at you.

But it disappeared in only a second, and instead, he looked at you with stoic eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably as he stared at you, and you felt yourself having troubles meeting them.

"Ehm, I was wondering if you'd like to study later?" The slight unsure voice that you had made you internally cringe, and you hoped that he didn't notice it.

Theodore could both hear and see your strange behavior, and it was bothering him. You didn't look like you even wanted him in your presence.

Like you were tired of him when you finally got together with Harry Potter. But he wasn't a chore for you to keep company, so he decided to make that clear. Even if something in the back was screaming at him.

"No, I'm busy." You cringed slightly at the cold tone that he used. That wasn't what you were used to. He'd never used that voice with you.

"Oh alright. I'll see you tomorrow then." But he'd already started to walk away again, trying to catch up with the rest of the Slytherins. You frowned as a dark feeling settled in your heart. It wasn't the fact that he declined. It was the fact that he sneered it at you. You'd gotten so used to his soft and melodic voice that you'd forgotten how sharp it could be.

But you did your best to not let the little spot of blackness poison your thoughts. So instead you just kept moving for the Ravenclaw tower.

꧁꧂

It went by two entire days before you had the chance to speak to him again, and you offered to study once more. And to your relief, he said yes.

So you took your books in your hands that night and slipped through the shadows, down to the Slytherin's common room. You pretended to not see anyone as Blaize Zabini let you into the common room. You knew that they weren't fond of you, best friend and almost cousin to Harry Potter, friends with their pureblood Theodore Nott.

You silently thanked Blaize and he gave you a kind smile in return. Blaize was one of the few of Theo's housemates that didn't despise you. And you were grateful for that because never in your life would you want to get on his bad side.

When you opened the door to Theo's shared room, you were immediately hit by the smell of Peach tea, old books, and cologne. The smell of Theo made your ears warm and your nose take an extra deep breath, liking the comfort that it brought.

You quietly stepped inside and walked to the bed that Theo was sitting in. His back was resting on his headboard and a charms book was resting on his lap.

He didn't blink an eye when you stepped inside, but he probably didn't even hear you in the first place.

"Hello there." You smiled at him as you laid your books down on his bed. He looked up through his eyelashes and gave you a tight-lipped smile before he went back to the book, the "smile" already gone from his face.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you wished that your brain would shut up. It wasn't un-normal for Theo not to verbally answer you, but he would make it up with a warm smile or something similar.

Feeling embarrassed, you timidly sat yourself down on the foot of the soft bed, before picking up your charms book. Your finger ran up the old and flaked back of the book as you tried to concentrate.

Although you knew that you needed to study, the feeling was overpowered by the need to take find out what was through his pretty mind.

"So, how've your days been?" Theodore looked almost startled by your question as he snapped his eyes up to meet your y/e/c ones. But when he slowly lowered them again, you felt disappointed.

"It was alright. Was quiet." He answered absent-mindedly. But you smiled lightly to yourself, knowing it was probably a bit quieter when you weren't around. He told you once that he liked how you drowned out the silence from his ears.

"It was quite nice actually."Oh. It took a while for you to register his words. But you did, and for a while, you wondered if he knew what he said. It was a big concern of yours, that you talked too much that is. You thought that he at least found it bearable.

But you didn't want him to think that he hurt you, especially if he only thought about it as a mindless joke or comment, so you gave him a chuckle that felt like it would tear your throat open for blood.

Theodore heard you swallow hard, and it was obvious why. He hadn't thought about the words as they left his mouth. But for some reason, it felt like he should hurt you for what you did to him. Even I'd you were completely innocent to it.

He felt regret hit him exactly two seconds later like a punch in his gut.

He cleared his throat, and your eyes quickly shot up to him.

"I'm tired today, so you should probably leave so that I can get some sleep." He mumbled, looking you straight in the eye with those foreign, distant eyes.

You sighed in dismay, now knowing that something wasn't right.

"Theo, are you alright?" You placed your hand on his leg. Theo swallowed down the guilt he felt and gave you a pitiful nod. But the look in your eyes told him that you didn't quite believe him, and the thought of you caring so much about him made a little smile bloom on his face.

"I'm okay, I promise." He told you lowly, and you let out another sigh, nodding slightly before starting to gather your books.

You knew that he was lying, and you despised it when he lied. Because you always assumed that he would tell you if something was bothering him.

But apparently, he required time, and you were willing to give it to him. But not too much.

Because out of the personal experience, you know that suffering in silence would get you nowhere.

"Goodnight, Theo. Sleep well." You gave him a last smile but didn't stay long enough to see him give you one back.

꧁꧂

"I don't know what's going on with him, Hermione." You sighed, dragging your hands over your face. The entire ordeal was stressing you out, and you didn't know what to do about it. You would try to talk to him, that is if you could catch him since he has been avoiding you like a plague ever since that night.

Hermione sat besides you in the dining hall, a frown on her face as she thought about your situation. She watched as you concealed the lower half of your face in your sweater clad arms in despair.

"And you did try to speak to him?" She interrogated and you nodded, finding interest in one of her quills.

"Yes, but as I said I don't think that he even wants to talk about it with me." It was quiet between you for a while, and you took a small sip of your green tea.

"Maybe he just doesn't feel comfortable around me anymore. I might have said something to provoke him?" You questioned yourself and Hermione stared at you with sympathy in her eyes.

She reached forward and grabbed one of your hands in her own.

"Don't think like that, by what you have told me in the past, that doesn't sound like Theodore at all. So stop letting those harmful thoughts get to you." You looked down and your and Hermoine's tied hands, before meeting her eyes and nodding. It soothed your anxious thoughts a little, to know that you had someone that would help you through anything.

꧁꧂

The rest of the day went by slowly, as it had the other days prior. You didn't have anything to look forward to, since Theo didn't meet you after class anymore. And you were beginning to get impatient and restless, waiting for something that you weren't sure was going to happen.

You didn't have anyone to speak about music to, among every other topic that you would sit and discuss with Theo on your days. And during this time of loneliness, you realized truly how much you depended on him. He was what continued to keep your head over the water, never letting you sink under the pressure. He was what everyone would need to survive, he was like water.

And you were slowly dying without him.

You slowly rose from your bed, realizing that you couldn't lay here with your depressing thoughts. So you decided for a a stroll in the castle.

In the middle of the courtyard sat a small group of Beauxbaton girls, which were almost the only people you'd seen this entire afternoon, but oh to behold. On the other side, in the window of the wall, sat a boy with dark curly hair with his nose in a book.

And in that moment you had been patient enough.

He didn't notice when you stopped in front of him, to intertwine with the words on the pages. You didn't want to disturb him, but this time you had to put yourself first. So you loudly cleared your throat to catch his attention.

Theodore almost jumped when he heard it, and when he met your eyes he felt like his heart was jumping out of his throat. He was not prepared to see you standing in front of him.

You tilted your head as he quickly closed his book and put down his feet from the windowsill. It was an awkward silence, no one saying anything as Theodore nervously played with his fingers.

"Hi, Theo." You took the first step, wanting this game of cat and mouse to be over. He awkwardly lifted his fingers as a reply, and you frowned as he wouldn't look at you.

"Theo, I have given you time, and I don't want to pressure you but I don't think this is good for you?" You tried your best to gain eye contact, but it didn't work so you just ended up settling beside him.

"That what isn't good for me?" He sounded almost irritated and you were a bit taken back.

"That you're pulling yourself away from people, it's not healthy."

"I'm not pulling myself away from people." He nearly interrupted me, and I fretted at his words.

"So you're only pulling yourself away from me then? Why?" Theo swallowed hard at your question. He didn't dare to tell you, but he wished that he could be so selfish so that he could. But it wasn't right of him to destroy your first relationship.

"I just don't feel like talking, why can you not understand that." He told you sternly, and you saw his awkward posture and behavior melt into something harsh and hostile once again.

"I do understand, but this thing is affecting our friendship." It was quiet, and Theodore just stared out through the opposite window, not answering, or even giving a sign that he listened.

"Theodore I miss speaking to you. And I miss being with you." Theo tensed at the mention of his full name falling from your lips, and he saw you lean back as he suddenly stood up.

"Well, I can't handle you speaking to me right now. I'm tired of it, and I need space." He looked you right in the eye when he said it. And you felt your chest contract painfully as you saw no regret in his eyes.

You looked down on your lap, not knowing how to continue after your unsuccessful attempt to get him talking. And now only that but his words were beginning to hurt.

"I'm sorry Theo, I didn't want to push you." You said, your despair stuck in your throat like poison. He didn't answer, only looking down upon you with empty eyes. You tried to search for any feeling in his face, but nothing was shown, not even a small ounce of sadness.

Theodore slowly started to walk past you and you followed him with your eyes as he walked. You felt helpless and afraid. Like if you didn't do something right now, he would leave you forever.

A painful huff left Theodore's pink lips when he felt something squeezing him painfully hard around his slender waist. And he didn't have to look down to know that he would see your y/h/c hair, and he certainly didn't want to, since he would be at his knees, apologizing the second he did. So he just stood there and stared. Not move his arms to embrace you, but neither moves out of your hug.

You waited for him to embrace you like he always did. For his arms to envelope your head while he stroked your hair. But nothing came. His chest was tense against your cheek, but you didn't care. You were not going to let him go until he at least patted you on the back.

"Y/n, let go." He tried to instruct you, and he sighed when you only tighten your arms harder around him. He let his head fall to the side in frustration. It didn't matter that he liked to have your arms around him, because right now it was painful, and it was not because of your hand grip.

A spark of hope ignited in your chest as you felt him move his arms, and you felt yourself relax when his fingertips grace your sleeves.

A yelp left your throat as you felt his slender hands take a hard grip around your wrists. He easily pried your hands apart as you were in slight shock, and he swiftly threw your arms off him before storming down the corridor. Past a certain black-haired male with round glasses, with good ears to be added.

You watched him walk, to get away from you as if you were the pest. Labored breaths escaped your nose as your tears were kept at bay. Storming away from the corridor, you needed to find a place to be alone at.

꧁꧂

Later you found yourself on a stone staircase with your head leaned against Harry's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. He tried to console your choked cries, but nothing seemed to help. He realized that this was the first time that you'd cried in front of him. Remus used to tell him how you were a sensitive child when young, but Harry would've never guessed. Especially by the lack of despair, you showed during the years that you'd known him.

A cold wind went through the open wall, and he watched as the sky cried with you.

Footsteps were heard in the distance, but your cries made you unable to hear them. Harry turned his head towards the opening as he heard someone stop in it, and was surprised to see Nott in all his glory, looking at you with guilty eyes.

Harry suspects that he didn't notice him at first because it seemed to take a second before realizing whose arms you were in. And when Theodore met his eyes, they turned into stone. But Harry wasn't blind.

He saw the heartbreak since it matched the eyes that Hermoine had for Ron after I said something idiotic.

꧁꧂

When Mattheo and Blaize entered their shared room, they were expecting to find Theodore with either you, sleeping, or his nose in a new book. Not his back faced against the door, head in his hands and elbow resting on his legs as pitiful sniffles echoed through the room.

Their conversation came to an end when they realized what was happening, and they gave each other a look before walking up to the bed.

"Nott, what's up with you?" Mattheo asked carelessly, earning a jab in the ribs.

"Don't be a twat." Blaize hissed.

Theodore quickly wiped his cheeks and eyes before sitting up in his bed, leaning his back on the head board with bent knees.

He didn't look at them.

"Nothing of your concern." His voice cracked.

He did end up telling about the things that'd happen, obviously not in detail, but enough of the story so that his two friends could understand, and later leave them alone.

Blaize couldn't decide on where to stand. Theodore was his friend, and he understood what situation he'd gotten himself into. But he also thought that Theodore had been a dick.

"Come on Nott, it's only a girl. There so much better things in the world than girls." Mattheo casually said from his bed while he changed his rooms for his evening clothes.

Blaize snorted from his place on Theo's bed, and Mattheos head emidiatly snapped towards him, sending him a deadly glare.

"Like you know how to fall in love Mattheo." Blaize adjusted his collar at the emotionless voice of Theodore, and he waited patiently for Mattheo to snap at him. But was mildly surprised when he only laughed at him.

"I'm serious, I don't know what to do. I don't even think I can do anything."

"But it's just a crush right? It will fade in time Theo." Blaize thought that he's words would bring a little bit of comfort to the distressed Slytherin. He wasn't right.

"I haven't met someone that cared for me like that since my mother died."

The room went airily quiet. And both of them turned towards Theodore, who was again carrying tears in his long lashes.

꧁Two months later꧂

Second tournament

He felt weak. And the screaming of different students around him was hurting his eardrums. He wished that he could crawl back to his bed, or maybe just to lay down on the damp wood under his feet.

Thedore looked sick. His face had gained a new gray colour to it, and usual circles under his eyes had increased tenfold. It had even gotten so bad that his clothes wasn't fitting as they should anymore.

He anxiously chewed on his nails. He hadn't caught a glimpse of you in two entire days. He was aware that you weren't talking anymore, that you haven't had an interaction since that day two months ago. But he felt guilty, but he's chance to apologize was ruined by his pettiness when he saw you in Harry Potters arms, and since then he thought that it was to late. Though it didn't stop him to keep you in check.

Ever since that day, he'd watched over you. Not following you or starring at you. Only making sure that you were still there. He remember those days that he hadn't caught a glimpse of you. He wouldn't be able to sleep, loud thoughts making it so quiet in the room as he wondered where you were.

The water started to ripple when he saw Cedric Diggory emerge with Cho Chang in his arms, your friend.

The Hogwart's students exploded in shouts and jubilation of glee as he was pulled up from the watter.

Theodore didn't give to shits about who won. The need to find you was growing by the second, making his mind go hazy.

The Durmstrangs shouted proudly as Viktor Krum came out of the water, Hermione Granger besides him, looking very confused and cold.

Another one of her friends.

Gasps, shouts and screams was heard when, instead of Harry, two girls apeared in the water.

Your head violently turned as you heard the shouts around you. And you realised quickly that you'd been rescued from the second task. But you didn't mask your confusion as you were met with a young blond girl instead of Harry, but you didn't have any time to waste so you quickly helped her towards the stand.

When you were finally dragged up people started to surround you with blankets, pats on the back, and even a few hugs from the closest.

You didn't even notice when Harry was shot up from the water since you were shaking in your shoes while feeling over stimulated by the people around you.

"Y/n!" You didn't get time to see the person that had desperately shouted your name, becuase before you even had time to think, arms had circled your neck and you were quite forcefully pulled into someone. And when your nose hit their chest you emidiatly realised who it was.

Theo was holding you in a death grip, squeezing you as you slowly circled you arms around him.

"Theo." You whispered, and with the call of his name he let you go, but he didn't leave you. He messily took of his green and grey scarf, and began to wrap it around your neck  and when he was done with that he darted to quickly wipe your still wet face with hid cold hands, felling desperate to feel your skin.

"Theo." He stopped, hands shaking and eyes wide. You didn't look at him with anger. You didn't look at him with a sad eye. You looked worried. His face was slimmer and he certainly didn't look all to well. He was breathing heavily, as if he just ha been pulled out of a nightmare.

He watched intently as you raised your hand to his cheek, and butterfly erupted in his stomach. He almost wanted to cry when you stopped yourself.

You hadn't forgotten how he treated you. You wanted to, but the actions had already been done and the words had been thrown. And he hadn't even apologized.

"Nott!" Mattheo roared as the crowd started to leave and Theadore requlantly stood up before leaving you and his scarf to go to his friends. You followed him with your eyes as he got into the boat, taking some time to just look on his face.

He is so beutiful. With hid straight nose, sharp jaw and big tired brown eyes. You wanted to blame the heat on your cheeks on the drastical temperature changes, you couldn't believe that you were still so in love with him after everything he's done.

You yelped as you were hoisted up on your legs by two pair of arms and smiled when you saw a drenched Hermione and a happy Ron on your sides.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked you, not hiding her excitement.

"Yeah, Nott just hugged you infront of the entire bloody school, what's gotten into that bloke." Ron said in disbelief as you began to walk towards the boats.

"Oh don't you get Ronald, it's love." Hermione smiled happily, and you laughed as Ronald shook his head until you realised what she said.

"What do you mean by 'love'?" You eyed her carefully, but she casually ignored you as she sat down on a boat, dragging you and Ron with her.

"She has a bet with Fred and George about who's going to confess first. Fred and George thinks that Nott is going to confess first by the last trial." Ron explained, before Hermione interrupted him.

"And I believe that Theodore is going to confess sometime around the second task, more exactly, today." You looked at Hermoine with a fish mouth. In your entire time of knowing Hermoine, you have never heard her make a bet. Especially not on a so stupid thing as your love life.

"What makes you belive that? He hasn't spoken to me in two months!" You exclaimed while holding up two figners.

Hermione looked at with an odd expression.

"I'm sorry are you blind? Have you seen him the last week. He's been looking at you like a homeless kitten. It's sad really." Hermione looked forwards again and you only shook your head at her.

"But why did no one bet on me to confess first?" You slapped your hand of your mouth as you realised what you said, and Hermoine let out a gasp.

"So you do like him!?" You hushed her quickly, looking around you to make sure that no one was listening to you conversation.

"Shut it, I don't need the entire school to know." You hissed when the boat came to a stop.

"Oh belive me, the entire school does already know." Ron concluded as he stepped out from the boat. Hermione glared at him as they walked, but he only smiled lightly.

Suddenly, they stopped and you casted your eyes forwards, only to see Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Bekshire standing infront of you. You looked in between them quiestongly.

"Uh, hello." Lorenzo said bashfully with a smile on his face. Ron and Hemoine looked doubtfully between the two boys as they stood infront of them, Lorenzo trying to make small talk while Mattheo looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than infront of them.

"Alright that's enough." Mathheo interrupted Lorenzos talk about the weather before grabbing you by your upper arm and dragging you away from your friends.

"Come on, we need to talk." You looked in panic back towards Ron and Hermoine, who booth looked as confused as you felt. You looked at Lorenzo as he caught up with you, and gave you a bright smile, which you returned with an unsure smile from yourself.

You wanted to ask where you were going, but you didn't have to when you saw the rest of the slytherins, along with Theo standing there and talking mindlessly.

You emidiatly tensed up and tried to struggle out of Mattheos hard grip.

"Nuh uh. You two are going to speak to each other today. I'm tired of getting woken up by Notts crying in the middle of the bloody night." He mumbled, and began to drag you towards them again.

Had Theo been crying?

"Nott!" Mattheo yelled, gaining the attention of the small group. Theodore felt his heart drop when he saw who was with them. As if it were an instict, he tried to find a way out of it, not really feeling the need to meet your dissepointment for real.

But a hand on his holder stopped his head from moving around.

"Theodore, this is your only chance to make it right. You have to tell her." Blaize whispered, and Theodore pursed lips knowing that he was right. So with heavy feet, he walked up to you.

Lorenzo gave you a nodd, before walking along with the rest of the group, who was giving you strange looks before Lorenzo had started to sho them away.

It was quiet, the only thing that was heard was the splashing of the waves against the shore, and the wind blowing in the trees.

"Theodore wha-."

"How are you and Harry?" You watched as his face contorted into a fake smile, stuffing his hands even further down his black coat.

"Me and Harry?" He looked at you with his eyebrows together, as if it was obvious that it was you and Harry.

"It's... good? I'm sorry I don't really understand." Theodore sighed as he kicked in the dirt, feeling anxious towards your calculating eyes.

"Nothing."

"Are you still cold?" He asked, finally finding the courage to meet your eye once again. He swallowed hard when he saw your sad frown as you shook your head, trying to apear to be glader than you really were.

"No, your scarf is warm." Now it was your turn to look away. His big brown eyes were starring at with the same softness that you hadn't seen for two months.

"I-.. I'm sorry. I never meant to be so... distant." He chocked out. He looked like he was in pain. And he probably felt like it to. You looked at him as he swallowed and harkeld as he waited for you to say something.

"Did i do something, Theodore?" You said in low voice. For the first time ever, you felt intimidated by his precens. The way his body slightly towers your own, how his eyes constantly loomed over you face.

"No. Of course not." He sighed after a beat of silence. He took a step closer to you, not feeling comfortable to be so far away from you. An you looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Theodore, if you're going to say something i want you to say it now, otherwise I'll leave." It was quiet for a moment and Theodore felt stuck.

He watched as you sighed deeply, looking down on the ground before swiftly walking by him.

Theodore reacted instantly. Before you were able to walk any further, he quickly took a strong hold on your wrist forcing you to stop. And you ended up standing shoulder against shoulder, with his against the lake and your eyes on the leaf covored ground, turned towards the forest.

"Y/n." He said. You didn't react.

"Y/n, look at me." He sternly ordered, and you could feel that he was staring at the side of your head. His hand slightly tightened in an almost possessive way around your wrist, and you couldn't lie that it brought a nervous feeling to your stomach.

His hand slowly started to raise from your wrist, his fingertips slowly tracing the length of your arm, and you wanted to belive that you could feel the warmth of his fingertips through the layers of your soaked clothes and blankets.

"I want to be selfish." He spoke lowly and melancholy. You were confused because it didn't even sound like he was speaking to you.

His continued up towards your face, and you took a deep breath with you felt his knuckles starting to steadily graze your cheek.

"I love you."

You snapped your head towards him feeling anger rise faster than a rocket in you chest. Angry tears hung in your lashes, and maybe in different scenario you would have been happier, but your butterflies had no chance do defeat the flames of your anger.

"You're a coward." His face fell the second he heard your words.

"I know my love." He sadly smiled at me as he soothed his palm over you cheek.

"You didn't speak to me for months, only because you liked me? You hurt me, Theo." You tried to confirm what you were hearing, but it was hard to keep your voice steady.

"I didn't speak to you for months because I'm in love with you." His forehead made contact with the side of your head.

"I didn't speak to you for months because if I did I would become selfish, and if I did I would destroy everything that you and Potter have together." He slowly lowered his head, so that he could peck you by the ear before he left, but was disappointed when you abruptly pulled away from him.

"What is this constant japing about me and Harry?! I have never in my life been in love with him, let alone dating him!" You shouted, your frustration running amock as you realized how utterly dumb Theodore Nott was.

"You ignored me for two months because you thought I was in love with Harry?" You quietened down when you saw the startled eyes that Theo gave you after you shouted.

He didn't answer, only continued to stare at you with big eyes.

"Theodore Nott, if you had just told me about your feelings nothing of this would have happened. I would be yours by now if you just to-" Something warm touched your top lip, which made your voice get lost in the autumn air. Your eyes were blown wide as you saw Theo being so close to you with your eyes closed, his big hands on your cheeks and his soft lips on yours.

He slowly cracked his eyes open, and he felt his cheeks become red when he saw your pupil-blown eyes starring at him

"Close your eyes." He mumbled shyly against your lips, and when you did as he said, he collected one more kiss. This on being directly in the middle of your lips.

Your arms hung limply at your sides as you tried your best to kiss him back.

When he pulled away his breath was much shakier than he intended it to be, and he felt embarrassed when a lonely tear escaped his eye.

You quickly stood up on your toes, and kissed him right under his closed eye, tasting the salt of his tear on your lips as you pulled away.

"Theo."

"I'm sorry. I should never have done that to you."

"Theo I think I'm in love with you."

꧁ end ꧂

I think it was a little half as but whatevs

Thanks to @eunoiathewriter for helping me with the idea!

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His Hufflepuff

Theodore Nott x HufflepuffReader

Summary: You were known as the sweetest Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, from tutoring students to being Madam Pomfrey's helper, you were constantly busy you liked it that way... Theodore Nott - The Slytherin Prefect, you had caught his attention, and everyone knows Theodore Nott never gives up on something or someone he wants.

You could hear the cheers from the quidditch game Gryffindor vs Slytherin, the biggest game of the year as you heard everyone say, as much as you wanted to watch the games you knew it was your number one priority to be ready for the injured players.

You were happy being Madam Pomfrey's helper having it on your file knowing it would do you well in the future, you always dreamed of being a healer, you just had to prove you were good enough and you knew you were nearly there.

"Y/n darling I need your help" You heard Madam Pomfrey say, as the room began filling up with chatter, you closed the file standing up walking from behind the curtain, safe to say you weren't surprised when groups began carrying in the quidditch players in.

"Place him on the bed please," You say to the group of Slytherins carrying who you knew as The Slytherin Prefect - Theodore Nott, they did as were told before moving back "What happened" You questioned, feeling his pulse "One of them Gryffindors set a spell on him, made the broom go out out control, before smashing into the ground Theo still on it," Blaise says to you "I bet it was that filthy little mudblood" Draco says pacing back and forth.

He was distracting everyone in the room, you turned to Pansy "Please take him out, to cool down" You say politely as she nods following your instructions, once everyone was out it became quiet again the only sounds being the injured students groaning and Madam Pomfrey speaking.

You had wrapped Theo's hand carefully, he was lucky it was only minor injuries, a sprained hand, black eye, little cuts on his leg, arms, and head but nothing major... You had begun writing up his injuries in his file when you heard him beginning to groan. You stood up slowly walking over seeing him look around the room confused.

"Good evening Mr. Nott", You say smiling softly "How are you feeling" You question pouring him a glass of water, which he drinks in one gulp "Why am I here" He questions beginning to sit up "Please be careful you have some injuries." You say causing him to look down at his wrapped-up hand "Do you have a mirror" He asks beginning to mess with his hair, you nod passing him the mirror from the desk behind you.

"Damn" was all he said before placing it down "Even looking like this, I look amazing" You laugh softly, causing him to send you a soft smile "It seems as though you are feeling better, There are still 30 minutes left of dinner, I would suggest going to get some," You say signing his pass, as he stood up "thank you" He mutters taking it from you "Aren't you coming to dinner" He questions you shake your head softly "I still have many patients to care of, enjoy your night Mr. Nott" He nods before walking away, "The name is Theo by the way" He shouts across the room before leaving.

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You had finally finished your shift, it hadn't been a bad day you managed to get some studying in but that resulted in you being even more tired. You walked through the dark halls, you loved Hogwarts when it was dark and quiet it was peaceful and beautiful.

"Hey wait up" You heard a deep voice say behind you causing you to turn around seeing Theo Nott running up to you. "You know you really shouldn't be moving your hand so much," You say looking down at his wrapped hand.

"It'll be fine, it has been through worse," He says smiling "I actually wanted to thank you for taking good care of me yesterday" You smiled softly "You are welcome MrNott but it is part of my job" You respond laughing softly, you saw Theo's smile grow wider "Yeah - Yeah I know that, but you know I feel like you and Madam Pomfrey don't get the recognition use deserve you know" He leans against the wall crossing his arms, keeping his eyes on you, you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows.

"Well thank you, Theo, are you feeling alright" You question making him chuckle "You finding it concerning a Slytherin being nice" that statement made you feel guilty because it was true you heard what everyone said about them and you yourself have had many bad experiences with them.

"Don't worry Y/n, I won't be insulted if you feel that way, I mean at least the Slytherin house is living up to their reputation" He began moving closer to you, you back away until your back hits the stone wall behind you "I don't mean to intimidate you" He mutters looking down at you.

Theo wasn't that taller than you, you were 5'7 and it seemed as though he was 6'0, you noticed how his eyes glistened from the moonlight, your faces being lit up by the candles on the wall, you couldn't find the words to talk, you didn't know what was happening to you, the only sound coming from you both was your breaths, you both continued to stare at each other.

"Mr. Nott" You both heard Filch's voice echo through the hallway, causing Theo to back away from you "Ahh Miss L/n I must say I do not think Professor Dumbledore will be impressed to hear his top students were breaking the rules," He says stopping in front of you both. "Of course, not Mr. Filch, but I must assure you no rules were broken I am simply doing prefect duties and Miss L/n has just finished her shift in the infirmary, I had gotten confused and pulled Miss L/n up thinking she was just wondering around." He says a smile spreading across Mr. Filch's face "Of course Mr. Nott, please escort Miss L/n to her homeroom."

You had never gotten into trouble before, you really hoped this wouldn't go onto your file. "This is how you thank me after helping you get better, you get me in trouble with Filch." You say crossing your arms, an amused expression on your face... You were shocked when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders beginning to walk you down the hall.

"Well I got you out of that trouble didn't I" He says stopping outside your homeroom door "Hm I guess so, but if this goes onto my file, you will have two injured hands," You say before muttering the password, the door opening the door "Goodnight," You say sending him a soft smile before the door closed.

Safe to say you were confused by what just happened, why was Theo Nott even speaking to you, you found it nice that he approached you thanking you for helping him, but the whole conversation afterward, the backed up into the wall had you flustered, you had never even seen anyone like that in Hogwarts, yes you had been asked out on dates but you always turned them down, you were too busy, your career meant more to you that a stupid relationship.

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It had been two weeks since that night with Theo, you managed to avoid him since, he still sent you smiles across the corridors or dinner hall, of course, you couldn't be rude and sent him one back... But you couldn't allow yourself to now get distracted especially by a boy.

"Y/n sweetie, you can go now, go have some fun it is Friday night," Madam Pomfrey says walking towards you, "Madam Pomfrey I assure you, I do not mind staying, if I leave all I will do is study" You watched her raise her eyebrows "I am unsure about that, it seems you have a visitor" That made you confused, who would visit you at 11pm on a Friday night, you stood up from your chair looking around the curtain seeing Theo walking back and forth.

"Go on sweetie" You smile softly grabbing your cardigan, walking over to him... You were confused on why he was here, by the news you heard of the Slytherins winning the Quidditch game, you would imagine him partying by now.

He looked up at the sound of your shoes clicking against, a smile appearing on his face "Hi" He says standing up straight, "Hi Theo" You respond back "Is there anything I can help you with" you say knocking him out of his daydream, you couldn't help but blush under his stare. "Oh yeah, um I don't know if you heard but the Slytherins won the game."

You nod "I did, by how many Ravenclaws arrived at the infirmary, I figured out use won," You say chuckling softly, "Yeah it got pretty brutal out there, I hope it wasn't too busy for you if you must know I actually attacked fewer players then I usually do just so you would be able to finish early" You look up at him surprised, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and shield you from the cold.

"How sweet of you Theo," you say sarcastically making him chuckle "Well the main reason I am here is to actually invite you to the celebration party" He questions looking down the hallway, nervous of what your answer would be "I have never been to a party before," You say quietly, he looks back you surprised "Well if you say yes, I can promise you this will be one of the best parties of your life"

"That is a big promise to make," You say raising your eyebrows slightly, he nods "It is a promise I tend to keep too, so will you be joining me," He says holding his arm out for you to link, which you.

You were surprised you actually decided to go, you hadn't thought about it, but it was something about Theo that intrigued you, you didn't want to think when you were around him and you had no intentions of doing so.

You heard him mutter the homeroom password before walking us both in. You were immediately met by loud music, you grabbed Theo's hand tightly instead of his arm, he turned to you smiling softly "Come on" He says squeezing your hand, pulling you through the crowd towards the stairs.

You were confused, to say the least when you stopped outside his room "Why are we up here" You question confused, "Don't worry, the real party is in here" He says pushing his door open you were immediately met by a strong smell of weed, Theo pulled you in carefully.

You weren't surprised to see Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, Enzo, Crabble, and Goyle all sat in a circle, playing games, drinking, and smoking, the door opening caught their attention as they all turned to you.

"Wait isn't she a Hufflepuff" You heard Crabble mutter only to receive a smack from Pansy followed by a shut up, "Hi Y/n come sit down." She says moving over to make room for you, you looked at Theo as he nodded letting go of your hand as you sat beside Pansy who sent you a soft smile...

You didn't know how long you had been here for, Pansy had managed to get a few drinks down you, you lost count after 5, it was fun, you actually felt free and you never imagined it would have been with a group of Slytherins... You were now watching Blaise and Draco wrestle to see who was stronger, you ended up leaning against Theo's bed, whilst he sat behind you on it his legs either side of you, you felt his soft breath hit your cheek as he bent down "You having fun" He whispers into your ear, you nod slowly.

You gasped quietly, closing your eyes as you felt Theo's lips on your neck, leaving trails of kisses his other hand moving your hair to one side "This feel good" He questions kissing towards your ear, "We shouldn't" You mumble pulling away slightly, you felt his hand on the back of your neck turning your head towards him as he leans sideways, his thumb pulling your bottom lip "Come on Y/n, nobody will find out" He mutters his hand pushing your head towards his, your lips smashing his "no Theo" you say pushing him away.

You heard him huff in annoyance, you stood up stumbling slightly Theo grabbing your waist "You getting laid" Draco questions chuckling "I wish man, she too stuck up" Theo says making the group laugh... You were drunk but not that drunk to let someone talk bad about you in front of you, you spun around slapping him, hearing the group gasp.

"Don't you ever try that again" You say pointing your finger at him "You are pathetic, trying to get me drunk to take advantage, get a life" You mutter harshly before grabbing your cardigan walking out the room.

"Well, that was entertaining" You heard Enzo says before Theo tells them to shut, you shoved yourself past the crowd and out the Slytherin dorm room, feeling hot tears run down your face, you walked into the bathroom stopping in front of the mirror looking at yourself.

You look pathetic, crying over a Slytherin, what did you expect they were horrible people. "Y/n" you heard a quiet voice say behind, you look behind you seeing Moaning Mrytle. "Hi Mrytle, I am sorry for disturbing you so late," You say smiling slightly but you could see the concern on her face "Why are you crying, I don't think you have cried at all whilst being here" She questions, you sniffle grabbing a tissue wiping your eyes "Because I actually thought I could trust a Slytherin," You say laughing bitterly "But of course, he took advantage of a Hufflepuff, how could I not see it," You say turning back to the mirror looking at yourself.

"Miss L/n you must not let a Slytherin upset you, you are better than them, and beautiful and beautiful women do not cry," She says standing beside you "Show them that Hufflepuffs aren't just nice and quiet" You glance at her slightly before looking down at your hands "I guess you are right, I must go now and get some sleep but I will see you tomorrow," You say smiling at the ghost as you walked out.

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It had been a week since that night, you acted as though that night never happened, carrying on with your usual day-to-day plans, exam week was coming up meaning everyone was studying, with it being exam week that meant you couldn't do as many shifts at the infirmary as you were used too.

"Hey Y/n can you read this" You look up from your book seeing Pansy standing in front of you, you hadn't spoken to any of the group since that night "I am a little busy at the moment, but I am sure someone else would love too" You say grabbing your book and bag rolling your eyes, beginning to walk away.

"Look Y/n I am sorry for Theo did, but I honestly did not know what he was doing, all I got told was that Theo was bringing you as a way to say thank you", She says a guilty look on her face, you couldn't help but chuckle "Yeah that was a really good thank you." Pansy seemed like she was telling the truth, you sigh "Fine I will read it" You say walking back over.

Theo watched you and Pansy in the library as you were explaining the work to her, "You really got to get over her, she's a Hufflepuff" Mattheo says walking over to him "shut up" He mutters walking away from his friends.

"Pansy come on!" Draco shouts catching both your and Pansy's attention "Just watch the way you spell them and you should be fine, but other than that it's great" You say moving back "Thank You Y/n, do you want to do walk into town with me" Pansy ask grabbing her bag, you look up at her shaking your head "I am good thank you though" you say standing up "They aren't coming" She says quickly, you raised your eyebrows slightly "Sure" you say slowly, Pansy turning back to her friends "I will just catch use later."

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You and Pansy had actually become good friends over the past few weeks, you were pretty sure she had spent time with you other than her actual house friends, she always hanged around the infirmary no matter how many times Madam Pomfrey told her to leave she never did, she would sit by in all classes, sleepover in your dorm... Without admitting it she was slowly turning into your best friend...

You still hadn't spoken to Theo, you weren't avoiding him you simply ignored this existence, you were doing fine, well until you would see Theo with other girls jealously would show on your face... Whilst Theo he was still trying to figure out why he would treat you like he did that night, he tried for weeks for you to even become his friend, he just got embarrassed getting pushed away by you which he understood, he just couldn't deal with being embarrassed.

"This is great Taylor, well done this is such an improvement," You say passing the young girl her book, who smiled happily before skipping away, you were shocked when you felt someone jump onto your back "There you are!!" Pansy says hugging you tightly before jumping down, you turn to her seeing her friends standing behind you.

"I literally searched the entire castle for you," Pansy says trying to catch her breath, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Theo, who couldn't look away from you either, this was the closest use had been since that night "Right I actually have to talk to you," Pansy says catching your attention, you looked at her confused as she pulled you away from the boys.

"What" you say confused, she smiles slightly "They are getting annoyed that I keep canceling plans with them, and I kind of accidentally said you and I would join them at the Slytherin party tonight" You chuckle at her words before stopping "oh you are serious" she nods before looking behind me, following her stare you see her friends leaning against the wall watching you both "They want you to join" you turn back her crossing your arms, "Pans" you say but cut yourself off she begins frowning "fine" you mutter hearing her cheer and hug you tightly, you ignored the boys muttering a yes as they fist bumped each other...

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You were not happy to be here, stuck on a couch between Draco and Enzo and to make it worse Pansy was kissing Draco and some random blonde girl was with Enzo, you sighed standing up walking over to the drink table... You already promised Pansy you wouldn't leave and at least try to enjoy the night, but there was nothing to enjoy and you just wanted to go to sleep.

"Hey" you heard a familar voice say beside you, you glanced towards the voice seeing Theo standing beside you getting himself a drink "hi" you reply back looking away "listen um can we talk somewhere private" Theo questions, you think for a minute before nodding "sure" you watch as he offers his hand for you to grab, which you just look at before looking up at him "I can walk by myself thank you" you rolling your eyes, you followed him through the crowd and up the stairs up to his room.

He opens his door allowing you to walk inside, you look around the room hearing the door close behind you, you sip your drink taking a seat on the end of his bed as he watches your every move "Has anyone ever told you it's rude to stare" you say raising your eyebrows, you didn't have time to wait for him to start talking, did you feel bad for how you were treating yes, but did he deserve it also yes.

You rolled your eyes standing up "I didn't come up here to sit in silence Theo" you say beginning to walk towards the door "I am sorry" Theo says making you stop and turn to him "I am sorry for what I did and what I said, I do not know why I acted that way after you turned me down, but I like you, I really really like you, you are literally the most beautiful and sweetest girl i have ever met in my life, no matter how hard I try I cannot get you out of my head, everywhere I go you are there, ever since that day in the infirmary you have invaded my mind" he says letting out deep breath running his fingers through his hair, "and I have felt guilty ever since that night, we were having fun and we were being touchy with one another I tried shooting my shot with you to see what would happen, but when you turned me down I was embarrassed and I know that is no excuse for trying to force you to kiss me or embarrassing you in front of my friends and I am truly truly sorry about that" he finishes stopping in front of you.

You felt like you were in a trance, unable to move or say anything, once again just like that night your second conversation, use didn't say anything the sound you could hear with the breathing "You look beautiful Y/n" Theo says softly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear "Theo" you whisper looking up into his eyes away from his lips "Why are you making me feel this way, I shouldn't feel this way towards you" you mutter beginning to back away.

"What - what do you feel Y/n" He questions walking towards you, you shake your head "no,no I do not have time for this, I am far to busy with studying and the infirmary, my mother she told me one of you Slytherins would try to distract me this year... I need to go" You say running your hand through your hair reaching for the door.

"Y/n I would never sabotage your future, if that is what you are scared about, I will do everything to help you get where you want to be" He says touching your arm softly, you melted under his touch... you hid your emotions well but whenever he was around you just couldn't.

"Come here" Theo says softly pulling you towards him, as he wraps his arms around you tightly "I know your family have had a bad experience with us Slytherins but I will hurt you the way your parents got hurt" You looked up at him softly, you were letting your barrier down he could tell.

You smashed your lips to his, you felt him begin to kiss back your hands reaching for his shirt beginning to pull it "y/n, y/n" he says pulling away, now it was your turn to be embarrassed "listen I want to okay, but not tonight and somewhere better then this, plus you are drunk Y/n and I really hope you remember this in the morning" He says taking your hand softly.

"We can either go back to the party or go to sleep" You look around before smiling "i am not drunk Theo, I am just tired" you say quietly "how about we sleep" you suggest watching a bright smile take over his face "yeah- yeah do you want to stay here or I can walk you back to Hufflepuff common room"

"Can I stay here" you question, he nods quickly walking over to his drawer pulling out a long shirt "here you can wear this, the bathroom is just over there" he says pointing to a door, you nod taking the shirt off him walking in the bathroom.

You were glad you went with no makeup tonight, you tied your hair up before washing your face with water, pulling the shirt over your head leaving your dress on the side folded up neatly, you walked out seeing Theo laying on the bed shirtless... he looked amazing, you hadn't expected to end the night like this.

He looks at you before opening up the duvet, you smile softly walking over climbing in beside him, you watch as he lifts his wand up muttering a spell as the lights turn off, the only thing lightening up your faces was the moon, you both lie down facing one another.

He looked perfect

She looked beautiful

you slowly felt sleep taking over you, feeling Theo's arm wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him... Safe to say that is the best sleep you both had ever gotten before.

(Theodore Nott story is now up!! - hope you all enjoy!! If you have any suggestions of what you would like to be written let me know!

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Teacher!Poly!marauders x reader where hey just spend time with her, watching movies all night and being all cute

warning: teacher x student relationship, i ended up doing an college au, so everyone is of age

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"this is wrong." you muttered to yourself.

"you say that everytime." sirius smriked, "and yet we're still here."

"shh!" james shushed, lifting his head off your chest to glare at sirius, "be quiet!"

remus just snorted, his hands wrapped around your shoulder giving you a little massage.

"just relax." he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the tip of it, "you are too stressed."

you seemed to listen to him, melting into him, turning your attention back to the movie.

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sk8ergirl

aaron hotchner x fem!super star!reader

summary : when aaron and haley were young, they were on and off. during one off the ‘offs’ aaron met her. 10 years later, she’s famous, and he’s stuck unhappy in a marriage that was more out of convenience then love.

takes place during : season 1

warnings :  some of the songs / bands i bring up don’t exactly… exist in 2005, but i love them, i love hotch, and i love angst so it’s ok. 

word count : 931

“spence please come with me to this concert” jj pleaded with the brunette, who just shrugged.

“i’ve never heard of the artist- plus gideon and i are going to have a chess match soon. just invite elle, i’m sure she will go with you.” he responded, eyes not leaving the chess board in front of him.

“elle’s busy this weekend, so is morgan! i don’t want to have to ask hotch, not while haley is pregnant!” the blonde whined.

“ask hotch what?” aaron asked, appearing in the bullpen out from his office, staring down at jj with the same expression as always.

“oh! sir- hi, uh, i just have tickets to a concert this weekend but no one to go with..”

“what artist? it may be one haley likes if you’d like to go with her.”

“(y/n)! she’s actually from the same area you are maybe you kn-“

hotch froze. ignoring everything else jj said he quickly left to go to his office.

it didn’t take a fool to put the pieces together, and the question rang out in his head. were you a musician now? you followed your dreams after moving away.. you really did it.

he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. but he couldn’t call in penelope to learn more, if he asked penelope then he ran the risk of the team knowing.

despite jj’s mockery, hotch did know how to work a computer, and how to search up things online. as hotch researched you now, he realised you had an album named after him. well, maybe not him exactly, but ‘AHH.’ seemed a bit too close to the “aaron ‘hotch’ hotchner” you used to date.

scrolling through the list of 20 songs, he noticed it was a breakup album, full of hate and feelings of betrayal.

looking at the first song, hotch was shocked. “‘circles ft. pierce the veil’?” he asked out loud. pierce was a big band, he knew that much. he had heard jj talking of them to derek before. the lyrics felt more like a love song, yet hotch could read into the tone, how you always reffered to you and him as ‘running’, trying to escape something. escape haley.

the next track, ‘girlfriend ft. avril lavigne’. hotch didn’t even have to look at the lyrics to know what it was about- it was a diss to haley. once again, you were angry. you had every right to be angry, though hotch couldn’t even begin to understand why you blamed haley. hotch was the one who left you, haley never forced him. he was the bad guy, not haley.

as he kept reading the tracks, he realised more and more how he had hurt you. songs featuring eminem, paramore, my chemical romance, weezer, alanis morissette, the used, the offspring, and fall out boy. alanis morissette. you used to rave about her album ‘jagged little pill’ to him when you were laying in his bed, bodies as close as could be.

the main track, ‘sk8ergirl’, was what really did it for him. what story were you telling? you were happy with someone else? or was it from the point of view of 17 year old you? a boy and a girl, extremely obvious about how they were in love but never ended up together. the boy was a bitch, basically. and so the girl went on and fell in love with a rockstar. were you calling aaron a bitch, and boosting your own ego like that? or was it a swapped gender roles, to make it less obvious? aaron couldn’t tell.

no matter what the song was written about, aaron had hurt you. and you took it out in the only way you knew how; music. aaron joined theatre to gain haleys attention, you wrote songs about him to let off some steam; maybe even gain his attention. but no matter how much steam you let off, aaron was still with haley, and you were still alone, with that red and black fender squire stratocaster you had so proudly shown hotch when you were seniors, the one you put together yourself. the red grain pickguard was your favourite feature of the whole guitar, hotch remembering so clearly how you ranted on and on.

‘no no- most strats are one basic colour for this area here, the pickguard. this is a grain! it has a cool pattern!’ you had told him, smiling widely as you pointed out the features on your guitar. ‘i want to get a bass that’s the exact opposite! red grain body, black pickguard. wouldn’t that be so cool? you should learn bass, then we could play together! i’m writing up this song right now, think i’m gonna call it “i’m with you”, the bass part is pretty simple!’

‘i’m with you’. fourth track. a love song. you had kept it in the album? you had published a song so clearly written about aaron? he could still remember you softly humming the melody, still not fully having worked out the lyrics. it was about being alone - something like standing on a bridge, no one looking for you - when someone comes to your rescue and saves you from that darkness.

“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” hotch hummed to himself, continuing to search you up.

single.

never married.

no kids.

doesn’t party much.

still went out skating constantly.

said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’.

caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’.

you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?

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hi again!! heres the request again <3

neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader where reader was “promised” to ao’nung but fell in love with neteyam when the sullys came to awa’atlu + the two prompts "I'm not one to share what is mine." (from neteyam) & "Please, go with them if you like them so much better." (from ao’nung)

thx for writing it!! take as much time as you need <3

hi! how are you? thank you again for your request and I apologize it took so long! This request was super creative and I had fun writting this one, maybe I made it too sad but still! hope you enjoy it! <3

Souls don’t meet by accident ⌇ neteyam.

paring. neteyam x f!metkayina!reader / ao'nung x f!metkayina!reader

summary. You’ve always had these dreams of flying, to be able to know what lies beyond the sea, but unfortunately, they were just dreams. In reality, you were promised to ao’nung and destined to stay on this island, and you were okay with that fact, because you loved the sea and you loved ao’nung, but when a certain forest boy came along, you started to question what and who you really loved.

content. “unrequired” love, reader and ao’nung are in a relationship, love at first sight, longing, mutual pining, sad ao’nung, sad reader, sad everyone, drama, fighting, cursing, blood and injuries, tears, guilty reader, gentle neteyam, secret relashionship, secret dates, possessive ao’nung, possive neteyam, love triangles, suggestive themes?, war, injured neteyam, mention of blood and wounds, heavy angst, lots of tears, happy ending? neteyam end game.

songs that inspired me while I wrote this. børns - past lives / cuco - bossa no sé / girl in red - we fell in love in october.

☾☼☽ em' notes. after 87 years I'm back! I tried to make this story somehow realistic? with realistic reasons so everyone has flaws...I guess this has a sad or happy ending depending on who you loved most during this story, unintentionally wrote this through aonung's pov? and added a little spice lmao anyways read away and thank you to everyone who wanted to be tagged! I hope you also enjoy the story, english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes! gif is mine, no lowercase this time!, feel free to send requests!

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Ao’nung’s life had always been perfect, he had no complaints. He loved his home, he loved his people, he loved the sea, and he loved you.

All his life Ao’nung had been carrying the weight of his duties, and he carried the heavy weight of the future of his island, village, and people with great pride on his shoulders. He rarely doubted himself - he was confident, he was strong - and if things ever got too heavy to carry, he knew you would be right next to his side to ease the pain. The future tsahìk always knew what to say, and what to do to make the wild waves in his mind turn to calm lagoons.

The two of you had known each other all your lives, Ao’nung grew up alongside you, a beautiful friendship bloomed like the flowers in spring and when he came of age – a fierce hunter and warrior and soon to be chief – his parents decided to promise him to you. Telling him something about how someone wild like him had to have someone calm like yourself by his side.

Ao’nung never once complained because he had known the feelings in his heart long enough, he had no time to waste.  

He still remembers the day when his parents called you both to their marui.

It was a day like any other, Ao’nung had returned to shore with a basket full of fish when his mother told him to look for you and visit her marui, she had tried to look for you herself, but you were nowhere to be seen. 

You were known by the people as a wild spirit with a sweet soul and softer heart but also, a complete airhead, always lost, always dreaming, up in the clouds and only Ao’nung could bring you back to earth.

You were somewhere lost in the lush mangrove jungle inside the island, and he knew exactly where to look for you.

Reaching the jungle, he walked the familiar path that would lead him to you, and he could already hear your familiar soft voice mumble a sweet lullaby. He smiled to himself when he saw your figure turned back to him - unaware of his presence - sitting on a bed of moss surrounded by flowers and little trinkets you collected each time you explored the jungle, a little bit more each time, to lost in your own world to notice his figure coming closer and closer with each step.

“Boo!” he screamed playfully grabbing your shoulders, he laughed sweetly when you let out a high-pitched scream.

“Ao’nung! Why do you always do this!?”

“You should know by now! What are you even doing here again? Mother is asking for us.” Even if his mother’s orders seemed urgent, he still decided to sit in front of you and watch you gracefully weave what seemed to be a new necklace.

A piece of jewelry you had been working on for days now, decorated with nothing but items from the forest, your favorite place.

“You know, seashells would look prettier than flowers, I got some today, for you.” he said, reaching for the necklace while it was still in your hands and fidgeted with the small stones and beads around his finger.

You smiled fondly.

“Ao’nung! you know I like these flowers, if I wanted to add seashells I would have by now.”

“I know I know; I was just trying to help.” he said lifting his arms up in defeat.

“Are you done for today? We better be home soon.” he said, getting up from his spot and stretching his arm down to help you up.

“What does your mother want anyways?” you asked curious, naturally grabbing Ao’nung’s hand and staying there.

“I have no idea, she’s always full of surprises.” he said with a shrug of shoulders.

You walked back home holding Ao’nung’s warm hand, babbling about all the new things you found today.

“Did you know some flowers are carnivores?” you asked excited looking up at him with bright eyes.

“W-what!? How do you even know these things?” he asked confused, but he still held a small smile on his lips.

“I saw it! I saw it with my own eyes! It ate an insect! The moment the poor thing landed, it eat it!” you replied in a high pitched tone, you couldn’t really control yourself when you spoke about your passion, the grip on Ao’nungs hand got tighter, but he didn’t mind it at all.

“You’re crazy you know that?” he said patting your head fondly and remaining quiet the rest of the way, happy to simply hear you talk.

He didn’t understand some things you did, some things you said, but he knew he liked you, and that was enough.

Not many words needed to be spoken between the two of you, Ao’nungs actions spoke louder than any words he could speak – he wasn’t really good at it anyways – and you never pushed him away, always with a smile, always gentle and you always reciprocated his touches, that was all he needed to know.

So, it was no surprise when you two reached the marui and Ronal sealed your fates forever.

“As tsahìk of this village it is my job to do what is best for the people, my son Ao’nung is to be the future olo'eyktan and I’ve seen your beautiful friendship grow into love.”

You looked down at the floor embarrassed, a hot blush spreading like wildfire around your cheeks, Ao’nung stood next to you tall and proud, but his heart was about to burst from how much it was beating.

Ronal continued with a now fond smile on her lips.

“I’ve seen your curiosity for medicine, plants, I’ve seen the way you care for our great Mother and her creations, I see the way you calm down my son. You will be his tsahìk and I will train you to do your very best. I am counting on both of you to lead the people with love and kindness.”

From that day forward, you had spent your days inside Ronal’s marui, learning about the basics of medicine, how to make remedies, how to read eywa’s signs and you were thankful. Truly thankfull. At least that’s what you told yourself.

But it was exhausting, there was nothing more you wanted to do than to run to the forest, lose yourself inside that beautiful place, it was so close to home yet it was so different from the sea.

The sea was your home, yes. You loved to swim, to go beyond the reef secretly with Ao’nung, you loved the animals, and you loved the feeling of the sand between your toes but it didn’t compare to the love you had for the forest.

You never really knew when it started, it felt like the love for the forest and all things you couldn’t exactly have had been there since the beginning and you tried to contain it, you did! You had duties now, but it was so, so hard.

 The forest called your name and like a fool enchanted by a siren’s song you always managed to end up in the same place.

Sitting in that bed of moss surrounded by green and dirt, the songs of the leaves and birds around you filled your ears. You wanted to know what it was like to be high above the trees, to be able to see the land around you, you wanted to know what it was like to fly.

Your clan was isolated but on rare occasions words of neighboring clans reached your ears.

You would always remember the story the villagers told you when you were smaller, the story of the mighty Toruk Makto who was once a dream walker, they told you he flew the greatest Toruk there was and he flew above the clouds whenever he wanted.

Oh how you wished that for yourself also.

“Here girl, you’re doing it wrong again.” Ronal’s voice broke you free from your daydreaming.

“Ah, forgive me.”

“You’re spacing out again, there’s no use teaching you how to make this medicine if you won’t pay attention.” She said in a stern voice.

You quickly apologized, not wanting to make her upset.

“I’m sorry, let me tr-“

“No need, we are done for today, go rest, today was tiring.” she spoke gently this time.

And with that, you got on your feet in heartbeat, already making your way to the jungle inside the island.

“What am I to do with you?” Ronal whispered to herself.

Someone called out your name, and without turning around you already knew who it was.

“Ao’nung” you replied softly, turning your head, seeing his blue and large eyes that were in a half-moon shape, meaning he had his signature smirk on his lips.

“What it is?” you asked, mirroring his smirk unconsciously.  

“I got you somethingggg” he sang with a teasing tone.

“I swear to eywa if it’s one more of those glowing seashe-“

Ao’nung had been showing you with gifts every day since his mother’s announcement, he took courting very, very seriously. Every day he would come from the sea with hands full of beautiful seashells that were hard to find, with various shades of sea glass, sometimes with huge fish he would cook for you, and sometimes, various pieces of clothing his sister helped him make.

You were wearing the shawl he had made for you right now and his proud smile grew bigger as he approached you.

Love bloomed in his chest once again, a familiar feeling he experienced every time he looked deeply into your pretty doe eyes.

“It’s not! I promise! Look.” he said gently, opening his palms very, very slowly. You couldn’t contain your curiosity and brought your face closer to his hands.

“Show me!” you said exited.

Opening his palm what Ao’nung revealed what seemed like a fang, or some type of claw, unusual and different from the ones you’ve seen.

You gasped loudly and immediately took the gift from his hands.

“How did you even find these!? It’s not from here!”

“Oh, you know all types of things get lost in the ocean, I was deep diving with a few hunters today and I found it buried in the sand, it’s not an akula’s fang for sure, I looked at it and thought of you.”

You inspected closely,

“Do you like it?” Ao’nung asked unsure, he had no idea what it was or how old but he knew you liked things that were different from the most.

“Yes! Yes of course!” you said happily, giving him a long peck on his cheek.

Ao’nung had no complains, until he did.

Until strange people came flying and forced their way into his precious home.

They weren’t even true people, mixed with demon blood. Ao’nung despised them. And he despised one in particular.

A “warrior”, a so called Neteyam.

Oh, how he got on his nerves, he wanted nothing more than to pluck his eyeballs out the day he arrived and had the audacity to look at you with curiosity and…lust.

He didn’t miss the way Neteyam’s eyes grew slightly bigger the moment he saw your figure rise from the water, and he didn’t miss the way he smiled softly before looking down at sand.

And what shocked him the most was that you seemed perfectly fine with these strangers in your home, even having the courage to greet them, a bright smile on your face when you heard they were to stay here and learn his ways.

He stayed frozen in place while you eagerly took the demon’s hands and said,

“Come! I will show you, our home.”

He had never fought with you, the worst thing that happened was when you ignored him when he took playfighting to serious and that hadn’t happen since you were teenagers!

His peaceful routine was falling apart and all because of Neteyam and what was even worse was that stupid forest boy wasn’t even here for a full week!

It was baffling to him how you were so calm about all of this.

“I don’t fucking understand how you could be smiling when these people can put us in danger, what happens when the sky demons find them here!?” he screamed in the privacy of your shared marui.

“They won’t find them here, our island is the farthest away, it would take them ages, I am the one who doesn’t understand why you’re so upset!?” you screamed back.  

“That’ such a stupid question! They are a danger to our home! To our future! We can’t let them disturb the peace we’ve had all this time!” he screamed louder now, veins popping in his neck, he was so enraged he could pull out all the curls from his head.

“Ao’nung.” you said more calmly, after taking a deep breath. “Breathe, please.” you begged him, taking his shaking hands into yours.

“It’s useless to fight about this, we are not yet the leaders and even your mother said yes, plus it’s a good thing! We get to learn about them, doesn’t that sound exciting to you?” you said with a growing smile on your lips.

Ao’nung calmed down as he saw the light in your eyes grow bigger with each word as you spoke, but his heart grew heavy too.

“I don’t wanna learn a single thing about them, we are sea people.”

You sighed softly.

“Well, can you at least pretend? For me? pleaseeee?” you begged, batting your eyelashes, and puckering your lips, you knew Ao’nung couldn’t say no to you.

“That’s not fair, you’re making the eyes again!” he replied rolling his eyes playfully, a growing smirk on his lips, he could deny it all he wanted, but you had him wrapped around your finger.

The fight ended with loud giggles and a kiss on the lips.

The tsahìk had ordered you along with Tsireya to teach the Sullys your ways, Ao’nung was supposed to help too but he had been called to the outside of the reef, sightings of an akula. He had to protect his people, he had to protect you. This task was more important than a forest boy who could barely hold his breath.

And while Tsireya was teaching Lo’ak and Tuk, Rotxo had volunteered to teach Kiri and that left Neteyam, who you gladly took under your wing, the forest boy had caught your eye the moment he greeted you back at the beach.

Neteyam had only been at this small island he was forced to call home for about a week and so far, he was doing good – as he always did - he didn’t particularly like the way the sand stuck to his body given every opportunity, and he liked meat better than fish, but he was adapting well.

He had adapted well to the things back at his home, he adapted when he had to move his tent in the comfortable forest to the rocky mountains - because of the humans - he had adapted to growing up in a war and now, he would adapt to the sea.

It was easier when you were by his side. Your docile voice was like the waves crashing gently against the rocks on the beach, and you were patient. Unlike the chief´s son who looked at him with pure hatred, he still didn’t understand why, and it was starting to piss him off.

He had noticed you the moment his feet hit the sand when he dismounted his ikran and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you break free from the water, your long hair covering your mysterious face he wanted to see so badly. And when you flicked your hair back and wet droplets ran all the way down your face, stopping at your pouty lips his smile dropped because his mind went to a different place.

He wanted to know more about you, and it seemed you wanted to know more about him. Always bombarding him with questions when he was alone with you, like right now.

You had taken him to a small beach a little far away from the village where you knew it was quiet, that way he could focus better on his breathing exercises.

He was sitting next to you, legs crossed, ready to take your orders.

“Let’s begin” you said, also taking a deep breath even though you didn’t need too, but the forest boy and his green piercing eyes were making you nervous.

“You need to close your eyes!” you ordered panicked – if he stared at you any longer you would go mad - you could already feel the hotness in your cheeks spreading and you knew what that meant, you couldn’t let it happen.

Ao’nung. Ao’nung was enough.

Shaking your head you spoke again “Imagine a flickering flame...”

It surprised you that Neteyam learned fast and in only an hour of training he almost mastered the skill of breathing correctly.

“Listen, Neteyam, uh I think we’re done for today, you’re almost a pro at this, you are free to go.” you said with a shy smile.

“Maybe I just have a good teacher.” he replied gently.

You could only play with the sand and hide your face behind your hair. You expected him to get up and leave, but he stayed in place, in silence, watching you.

“I like your necklace.” you hear him say and your head and ears immediately went up in curiosity.

You were wearing the unknow animal’s claw Ao’nung had gifted you, you wore it every day, it was hidden away in your necklace - it surprised you Neteyam noticed it so easily considering your chest and neck were filled with wavy string, shells, tiny reef flowers and pebbles.

“It reminds me of the ones back at my home, that’s an ikran’s claw you know? Do you have an ikran?” Neteyam asked curious, tilting his head, his braids falling down his broad shoulders.

“Ah? Oh no, no! I- no ikrans here!” you replied shyly in panic, waving your hands around awkwardly.

“Would you like to fly in one?” Neteyam asked with a kind smile.

And your eyes went wide, grinning from ear to ear, you would absolutely ditch this class to fly an ikran.

Neteyam didn’t even need to hear your answer, the way your eyes lit up was enough, and he swore he saw stars in them even when it was daytime.

“Come, I’ll show you my ikran.”

As he walked to the jungle with you by his side he spoke,

“my ikran’s name is Tìlayro, he spends most of his days in your jungle, it’s almost like the ones back home but it’s way hotter and humid, and way more bugs!” he joked.

“It’s not like I need him here anyways, but it’s nice to fly with him once in a while, he’s probably craving some exercise and I think you’ll love it!” he spoke again looking down to see your reaction.

“It won’t eat me right?” you asked nervously and Neteyam threw his head back in laugher.

���No Y/n, he won’t eat you, come on!”

 When Neteyam reached the place, he wasted no time and called for it, and soon, the extremely large creature was above you. Its wings spread out so immensely it blocked the sun.

You were absolutely fascinated, the moment Neteyam landed the first day you wanted to see his spirit sibling up close, but the animal looked terrifying and even more so now that it was practically making its way down to you.

You closed your mouth that hung open and hid behind Neteyam’s body when the ikran let out a cry.

“It’s okay, don’t be afraid.” he said gently, a wave of pride rose to his chest, knowing you trusted him enough to protect you if something happened. He gently took your soft hands - he swallowed a hard lump when tingles ran all the way down his body – and lead them to the ikran who kept still.

When your hand made contact with the animal your fear was washed away, and you busted into loud happy giggles.

“He’s so cute Neteyam!” you said excitedly, gently petting its head.

While you patted the animal Neteyam got on the saddle and made the bond, bringing his hands down to get your attention.

“Hop on!” he said, making space for you to sit in front of him.

You eagerly hoped on the animal, fear, anxiety, adrenaline, and happiness filled your whole system.

“Hold on tightly to the neural whips, okay? You won’t fall I got you.”

I got you.

You dint know why these simple words made your heart pound, it had been a while since you felt this warm feeling, and you wanted to hate it so bad, but at the same time, you wanted more.

And just like that, you were several feet above the ground in a heartbeat, everything bellow felt so small, and you felt so powerful, so free. Having the wind blow in your face and hair, the warm but strong touch of Neteyam’s hands around your waist, the adrenaline of it all, you couldn’t help but stretch out your arms and scream from the top of your lungs.

Neteyam was over the moon, he felt proud, being able to show what he was really capable of, to have someone so open to his culture, to have someone so kind and beautiful, so close to him, he felt the best he ever had since he had come here, and he had you to thank for that.

When you had calmed down from the rush of adrenaline you rested your back in Neteyams chest and closed your eyes, simply enjoying this whole new feeling – a relaxed and content expression on your pretty face -and Neteyam took the opportunity to burry his face in between the crook your neck and shoulder.

You unconsciously exposed more of your neck and Neteyam saw the action as a sign to snuggle you even more, he was getting drunk on your scent, he could lose himself in it.  

 “I love this.” You whispered.

“Me too.” he said.

Very faint screams coming from bellow reached your ears and you immediately recognized were Ao’nungs.

Shit. Shit. No. No. NO!

You came to your senses, ripping yourself away from Neteyams warm embrace in a blink of an eye and blinking nervously.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” you apologized “please put me down.”

As much as Neteyam hated the feeling of coldness against his skin taking over again, he followed your orders. He ordered his ikran to land gently on a nearby beach.

“Have I done something wrong?” he thought.

“Y/n! my eywa what are you doing!?” Ao’nung ran to you, a frown on his face. It seemed he had run all the way from the main beach, droplets of water still clinging to his toned body.

“I was just- I was curious of what it felt like, Neteyam offered to show me.” you said the truth, well, most of it anyways. You were ashamed of what you were doing. You didn’t lie.

What is taking over me?

Ao’nung inspected your body, your arms, back and face gently, but the moment he saw Neteyam’s figure come closer and closer his grip on your cheeks turned stronger.

“You!” he hissed furious, making his way to neteyam with rage.

“Are you fucking insane she could have hurt herself!”

“Ao’nung I’m fi-“

“You stay away from her, she’s mine.” Ao’nung growled this time, bearing his fangs, a warning sign that if Neteyam said the wrong thing Ao’nung’s fist would meet his face.

Neteyam watched it all with wide eyes, trying his best to control his temper.

“I- I didn’t know and, we didn’t do nothing wrong anyways!” he tried to defend himself.

“She’s metkayina, don’t try to change her.”

Oh how wrong Ao’nung was. You had always been like this, loving the forest and cursed to love the sea the same way, he was just to blind to see it.

“Ao’nung let’s go home, please.” You begged, grabbing his arm.

You avoided Neteyam for days – maybe if you stopped seeing him these all-newfound feelings would go away - the same way Ao’nung avoided you. You couldn’t blame him. Even though he didn’t know the full truth the guilt you felt from hiding it from your future mate made you feel like his cold words and piercing gaze was what you deserved.

You couldn’t even vent to Tsireya or Rotxo or even Ronal, they were all important people to Ao’nung, and you were to be the tsahìk damnit! You couldn’t fall for anyone else, let alone a forest boy.

But these past few days you were absolutely miserable, nothing could fill the void you felt inside your chest, not the warm sun kissing your skin, not the coldness of the water to make you stop thinking of such foolish things, your ilu that took you far into the ocean where you could scream without someone hearing you, nothing. Nothing at all.

Every time you crossed paths with any of the sullys you would run and hide.

“Y/n hey!” Lo’ak greeted.  “I need to tell you som-“

“Hey lo’ak, uh, not now, I’m busy sorry.” you apologized, trying your best to avoid any further conversation by hiding away in your marui.

“Oh uh…okay, Neteyam told me he wanted to see  you!” Lo’ak screamed as you disappeared from his sight.

Neteyam. Neteyam. Neteyam.

The only thing your mind could focus on was Neteyam. His lush lips, his warm green eyes, his braids, and his broad shoulders, the shade of his skin, his stripes, his veiny hands, his laugh, and deep voice, kind words and his-

No. No. no. No. Stop it!

You needed to clear your mind some other way, the jungle.

That was a huge mistake.

Somehow, Neteyam had found you, and sneakily sat next to you - mirroring your action by dipping his feet in the small pound you were in -  not even the sound of the leaves crushing or  water breaking made you stop your deep thinking, only his low words.

“hey…”

Even if seated you almost lost your balance from the startle, eyes wide with surprise, Neteyam’s figure right next to you, with a soft smile on his face.

“N-neteyam! Hi!” you replied awkwardly.

“You’ve been avoiding me…” he said with a dry chuckle.

“I’m sorry, there’s been a lot in my mind.”

“You can tell me you know? I’ll listen.”

Well, you couldn’t actually, he was the main reason of your troubled mind! But when you looked into his eyes, so serine, so gentle, maybe letting your thoughts run wild wasn’t a bad idea after all. 

With a large sigh and nervous blinks you gave in and after a deep breath you spoke.

“All my life, I’ve been here, on this island, nothing but sea round me, all I know is the ocean, it’s my home and it comforts me, I love it and I…I love Ao’nung. I should have never done what I did that day.”

Neteyam’s heart broke a little with those words, but he still listened in silence.

You knew you weren’t making any sense, but you kept going.

“I’ve always been curious, a free spirit the people call me, and I’ve always loved the forest, it’s beautiful and filled with life! I want to know more about it and that’s unusual coming from someone who was meant for the sea, do you understand what I’m saying? Do you think I’m crazy?” you asked him with teary eyes.

“You’re not crazy.” Neteyam said softly, taking a piece of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

And as his hand brushed your cheek you leaned into his touch - you have been craving it for so long, approval, reassurance - and as he scooted closer over to you a flash of Ao’nungs face appeared in your mind.

“I love Ao’nung…” you whispered.

Neteyam stopped coming closer, his eyes now lowered with shame and sadness.

“But I don’t love him the way I’m supposed to…” you said above a whisper, grabbing his wrist so he wouldn’t run away.

In that jungle, with your feet in that small pound, was the first time you saw things clearly, was the first time you finally understood your feelings and it pained you to know that Ao’nung wasn’t the one you wanted, but it also felt so freeing.

And with a spark of courage, you leaned in forward, Neteyam’s lips so so close you could feel his breath and the warmness he was radiating, that’s all you could do, Neteyam had to finish the rest.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?” Neteyam asked seductively, eyes glued to your plump lips.

I’m meant to, but I’m not.

You lifted your chin and his lips brushed against yours, the moment they touched Neteyam responded almost eagerly, your hands went to his braids, and he cupped your face gently all while both fought for dominance, tongues crashing, noses bumping, and wet sounds filled your ears.

A kiss never felt this good, but air was needed and when you broke the kiss your lips were swollen and wet, almost like they were begging Neteyam to claim them again.

You were probably going to regret this soon, but that was an issue for the you in the future, the you in the present, never felt better.

It had become a routine, a secret only the two of you knew of. After finishing your classes with Ronal in the early morning, you would debate on either jumping into the welcoming ocean or stay in land and hang out with the Sullys. In all honesty, it didn’t take much to make up your mind, the moment Neteyam crossed paths with you and his eyes meet yours, it was decided.

And after battling your hardest to not jump into his arms and just stay there while everyone was around, your troubles would be paid off when eclipse was close, and the sky turned orange.

Secretly meeting in the jungle – laying carelessly on the tall grass – you would ask him a million questions.

What his home was like, how his life was before he knew you, if he liked the sea, and in turn you would tell him of the ocean, how to live in perfect balance with the creatures of the sea, your favorite plants and all the things you would collect while on your walks.

He would answer all of them with a smile on his lips, with each word you spoke, the more he fell for you.

“You have no idea how hard I was fighting back there to not just kiss you again.” he said out of the blue.

You sat up straight, eyes wide and cheeks hot, looking down at Neteyam who had small smirk on his lips.

After swallowing a hard lump, you said shyly “you can do it now.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” was all you heard before your lips were claimed again. Those kisses that started out innocently slowly became wilder and Neteyam’s feathery hands moved from your cheeks to waist to thighs, gripping you tightly but not enough to mark – he couldn’t leave any evidence, unfortunately you weren’t his yet – the most he could do was make you forget your troubles, forget your duties back at the village, forget Ao’nung. He would know he was succeeding when your breathy moans escaped your lips, and you would whine into his mouth.

By the end of the day you would return back to Ao’nung and the guilt would come crashing like an enormous wave, ready to drown you.

“How was your day Ao’nung?” you asked with a strained voice.

“It was fine, father and I had a busy day hunting, got lots of good stuff.”

“that’s good…” you laughed dryly.

You stayed frozen in place when you felt Ao’nungs strong arms cover you completely a exhausted sigh leaving his lips.

“I feel like we haven’t spoken in years, I miss you, I’m sorry I’ve been kinda of an asshole.” he said while he rested his chin on the top of your head.

The only thing you could do was hug him back and blink away the guilty tears.

“We can go swimming tomorrow, you and me.” he proposed.

“I would like that.”

Ao’nung wasn’t dumb, and he wasn’t blind! He knew Neteyam saw you as more than just a friend, a potential mate even! But the forest boy needed to understand that you were already taken, and you were his.

This wasn’t his home and if he wanted to keep his head it would be best for Neteyam to stay away and follow the rules, those rules being: to not fall in love with someone who is promised.

He wasn’t going to let some random stranger from faraway lands steal you away, all his life Ao’nung had loved you, he was the same as you, metkayina. Someone from the forest had no say here.

But it seemed that no matter how many gifts he brought home as an apology for ignoring you these last few days, no matter how much he tried to show you how strong and capable he was, no matter how much kisses he showered you with, no matter how much he made you laugh, your smile never reached your eyes, not once.

And Ao’nung started to doubt that you were capable of smiling brightly at all.

His doubts were answered when he saw you collecting coconuts with Neteyam and Tuk’s help, while the boy was quickly climbing the large palm tree like it was the easiest thing in the word, you were on the ground looking up at him with the most beautiful smile Ao’nung had ever seen. Laughing loudly without a care in the world. Face flushed and happy.

He heard you giggle.  “Be careful monkey boy!”

“Get the big ones!” Tuk screamed happily.

You never smiled like that when you were with him.

A wave of painful realization and emptiness took over him and he shook his head in denial. He was imagining things.

And he was going to kill that bastard.

He has been waiting from this moment, to catch Neyeyam all by himself – sitting alone on the sand - and like a predator stalking his pray Ao’nung walked up to him.

“Demon” he said smugly.   

But his cocky words had no effect on Neteyam.

“Not today Ao’nung I’m in a good mood.” Neteyam warned him calmly, his back turned to Ao’nung who took that as an insult.

“I want to speak with you.”

“Then speak.”

“I want you to stay away from Y/n, never speak to her or even look at her!”

“That’s not going to happen, Y/n and I are…friends.” Neteyam replied taking a deep breath, this conversion wouldn’t end up nicely.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it, I see the way you look at her!” he screamed.

As heavy silent filled the air, Ao’nung felt his lungs turn heavy and throat dry, it was suffocating knowing Neteyam wasn't denying it.

“I see the way she looks at you!” he screamed again, his voice cracking mid-sentence, it pained him to say it outloud.

Neteyam turned to look puzzlingly at ao’nung who looked like he was fighting back tears.

“If you stay away from her maybe she can love me back like she used to, everything could go back to what it was!” Ao’nung was trying so hard to stay strong in front of his enemy but the tears were gathering quickly in his eyes and he refused to let them fall.

“If you see it that way why not let her go?” Neteyam asked, getting up from his spot, now closer to Ao’nung, his figure towering the metkayina.

That was it, wrong words Neteyam.

Ao’nung pushed him down with brute force and the next thing Neteyam felt was Ao’nung hard fist connecting with his face.

And again.

And again.

He could taste iron now.

And he could also feel warm droplets of water hit his face.

Strange.

“I hate you! I HATE YOU! Why did you even come here!? What is your reason!? Everything was fine before you came, and now that you’re here I’ve never seen her this happy, and I’m not the reason why!” Ao’nung hissed and growled with venom, but as he spoke his anger dissolved into sadness and he fell into a sobbing mess against his will.

“I don’t want to let her go…she’s everything to me.”

Neteyam watched it all with a blurry vison, warm blood running down his nose, he didn’t want to fight Ao’nung, it would make him look bad, would get his family in trouble and you would probably hate him for it, so he stood there on the ground, watching Ao’nung break down crying like a child, and he had to admit he felt pity for him.

“I never meant to fall in love while I was here, and certainly not by someone who was already promised.” he stopped his words to cough up some blood “but sometimes, reason does not always win over the heart, and trust me, she cares for you, deeply, I’ll never manage to recreate the comfort you bring her, but I’ll always be who she longs for and I don’t want to share her with you. Letting her go would set you both free.”

Painful and stinging words, but it was Ao’nung needed to hear.

Neteyam didn’t know why he said what he said, a wave of boldness and somehow clarity floated his brain – probably a consequence of Ao’nungs hard blows – and after he swallowed his own blood he confessed.

“I kissed her.”

He doesn’t remember much after that.

You had come home from a swim with Tsireya, hair still wet and salty while Ao’nung came home with bloody fists.

He tried his hardest to hide them from you but your eyes caught the glimpse of open flesh and red.

“Ao’nung!” you cried, taking his hands into yours “What happened!?”

Ao’nung answered with a defeated question instead, tired.

“Why didn’t you tell me he kissed you?”

Your mouth stayed opening and closing trying your best to gather the right words.

“I should be mad at you and instead I lashed out at him.”

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I never expected this to happen and I was going to tell you I just needed more time, I’m sorry I’m sorry.

That’s what you wanted to say but no words came out and instead you asked:

“Is he hurt?”  

 “Why don’t you go and see?”

And so, you did.

It was a shock to you no rumors had spread around, and you somehow felt even worst, knowing that even when hurt and in pain, Ao’nung protected you in silence.

He didn’t tell his parents about your true feelings – those would certainly disturb the balance of the village, you where the future tsahìk! You could not fall in love with a half demon from across the sea, what would happen if he were to stay forever? - and when bombarded with questions about Neteyam’s injuries Ao’nung avoided them all.

“I have no idea what you’re asking of me mother.” “I would do no such thing.” “Maybe he fell from a tree or something.”

And when Ronal went to the Sullys marui to seek answers Neteyam also kept quiet, he was also protecting you in his own way.

“I was riding my ilu and fell, I hit a rock, don’t worry ma’am I’m fine.” He didn’t need Ronal’s harsh words, his own mothers’ hisses and worried looks were enough.

Ronal’s mind was looking for answers to her millions of questions. Ao’nung was acting out, wilder than usual, putting himself in danger and coming back to land with new bruises every time. You looked absolutely miserable, your eyes didn’t hold your usual spark and you didn’t talk about the forest or your new discoveries with her during her teachings and Neteyam? The poor boy had a swollen face and lost eyes.

It didn’t take long for her to stack the pieces together, it seemed her judgement had been wrong all these years and she felt guilty for tying you down with her son, maybe if she did things differently back then. Maybe Ao’nung would be happy, you would be happy.

Everyone had questions and their own theories, but no one spoke, this was a matter between you three, you were already grown, you could deal with and talk about your feelings like adults.

Things went from bad to worse when the sky demons started burning down neighboring villages and hunting the tulkun, Ronal had lost her spirit sister and her calf.

Ao’nung’s predictions had come true, and you feared your home and people.

When you sobbed every night into your hands, feeling sadness for all the things happening, all the guilt, all the betrayal, the lies and the killing, somehow Ao’nung would be there to give you a tight hug.

“How can you still hug me like this when I have done horrible things to you?” you sobbed into his chest.

“Because I don’t like to see you crying, it’s that simple silly.” he joked.

After much contemplation, sad tears, angry screams, Ao’nung realized that if he ever wanted to see you happy, he had to let you be yourself, and he had to let you see Neteyam. It pained him, ripped his heart apart but he was doing this for you.

Because deep down, he loved you still, and deep down, he still had a string of hope that someday you would come back to him and forget about all of this.

Unknowing to him, that wasn’t the case, and he was about to get his answers.

When Ao’nung heard that Lo’ak had ran to save Pakayan and Neteyam went after him, that both of them were now in danger because a demon ship that was getting closer and closer he knew you would go too.

He tried to stop you.

“Don’t go! It’s dangerous!” he begged, holding your arms to stop you from jumping into the water.

“Ao’nung they could be in danger! I am a warrior too! I’m going with you or without you!” you hissed.

Ao’nung let go abruptly of your arms and cursed, and then, he jumped in the water too.

“Fuck my life!”

How ironic it was.

He went to save the person he hated the most, all because he cared for you.

It all happened so fast, one moment he was distracting some of the humans on their iron suits with your help, the next thing he noticed, was you stuck on net.

He knew you were somewhere on that giant ship, and he was quick on his feet, quick to cut you loose from your cuffs, and after he cut you lose, he did the same to Neteyam.

“Ao’nung get her out of here.” Neteyam ordered once free.

You tried to protest, you wanted to fight by his side but Ao’nung pushed you back.

“For once I agree with him, Y/n lets go!”

“But what about Neteyam!?” you cried.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll see you soon, okay? Promise.” He said with a reassuring smile.

The next time Ao’nung saw Neteyam he had a huge wound on his shoulder, and it didn’t look good. It was a deep cut, red and gushing.

He had lost his ilu and was riding with you, so he was forced to go where you went, and you went back for Neteyam.

You managed to find him again, revealed he managed to escape the hellish ship unharmed and with some human you didn’t care for. Right now, you had tunnel vison, and Neteyam was the only one you looked for.

It took you a while to notice the big gash he had running down from his shoulder to chest, only when the water around you became tainted with red and you heard him moan in pain did it click in your brain.

“Shit! he’s shot!” Lo’ak screamed.

No. No. No.

In a heartbeat you helped Neteyam on the ilu with teary eyes and ordered it to swim as fast as it could.

“Keep his head up!” you cried out.

Ao’nung watched it all with a frozen expression.

He watched Neteyam moan in pain and wheezing, grasping at air desperately, eyes filled with fear and tears. Blood ran down his arm and chest, tainting the hard rock he was laying on and all around him.

A gruesome scene.

He would never forget the sound of air struggling to reach his lungs.

He watched his family circle around him and try to help, to do everything they could to stop the bleeding, painful screams and distressing cries pierced his ears. The smell of sea, blood and gunpower, it was disorienting.

He watched you scream his name, veins popping in your neck, begging him to stay awake, all while painful tears ran down your usual serene face, all while you had his blood staining your gentle hands.

And as he watched you cup his face, whispering desperate comforting words, something about how once Neteyam reached the village you would tend to him and everything would be back to what it was.

“Stay awake Neteyam, don’t go!”

That was when Ao’nung finally saw it.

Love.

You loved Neteyam.

And he would never be Neteyam, he could never be Neteyam.

The painful realization he was trying to avoid at all costs finally caught up to him and it was like a freezing wave of water just drowned his whole being.

A single tear that had been bottling up all his failed battles, fell. And Ao’nung went down on his knees and tried his best to help Neteyam, he wasn’t doing it for him, he was doing it for you.

“Come on you bastard don’t die on me!” he screamed.

If he went to the battlefield right now and came back with an open chest, would you scream for him like you did for Neteyam?

Somehow Neteyam managed to reach the village still alive, it seemed the warrior still had a fire within him, and Ao’nung finally understood why his family called him the mighty warrior.

Even when losing large amounts of blood and in excruciating pain, Neteyam had the energy to keep his eyes open and breathe, with the help of everyone, including Ao’nung himself Neteyam reached the village, and you immediately went to work with Tsireya by your side.

With your quick hands Neteyam was patched up quickly and you had managed to stop the bleeding, and after the warrior went to a peaceful sleep, you could finally rest knowing he would live to see the sun the next day.

Days had passes since the battle, since the sky people were defeated, many didn’t come home and thankfully Ao’nung was one of the lucky ones. He had his parents, sister and you still by his side, though he knew you weren’t going to stay here much longer.

When he heard the news that Jakesully would be leaving, guilty of bringing blood and war to his once calm village, Ao’nung tried to fight him on it, knowing that if Neteyam went away you would be heartbroken.

But his words fell on deaf ears, he still had no power, he wasn’t olo'eyktan yet.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” you asked Neteyam who was in Ronal’s marui changing his dressing, struggling.

Silence.

“Let me help you with that.” you said before he could protest, swiftly making your way to him, kneeling in front of him and gently removing the still bloodied dressings.

“It definitely looks better, but you should still rest, maybe you can stay for a few more d-“

“You know that won’t happen, my father told me we’re leaving today” he said in a whisper, head low avoiding your gaze, if he looked at your broken expression he would fall apart, and he couldn’t afford that right now.

“I don’t want you to go!” you cried, trying your best to sallow your sobs “please stay with me!” you begged him, cupping his face and forcing you him to look at your teary eyes.

“Why can’t you go with me instead? I could show you so many things…” he said in a broken whisper, evolving your hands that were still cupping your face with his bigger ones and touched your forehead with his

“Don’t you want to know the forest?”

“You know I can’t do that even if I want it more than anything, I- I have duties here, and- Ao’nung-” you cried.

“Then I guess this is goodbye.” Neteyam said with a broken tone, before claiming your lips for one last time.

Both of you hungrily kissing each other like there was no tomorrow, because truly, there would be no “tomorrow” trying your very best to memorize every feeling, every touch, every sound.

Neteyam broke the kiss suddenly, if he kissed you any longer he would fall victim to your begging but he had to stay strong, he was doing this for you! He brought war into your home, if peace was an option but he wasn’t included so be it, he would hide away and never see you again if it meant you could be safe again.

And with a heavy sigh Neteyam let you go.

And you watched him pick up his stuff and leave the marui, all while your body stayed frozen and if you weren’t already on your knees, you would have fallen already.

Everyone in the village circled around the Sully family as they all got their ikrans ready for flight, hugs and goodbyes were being exchanged, Ao’nung watched it all with furrowed brows.

You weren’t here.

And he had to go get you.

Once he reached the marui he shared with you he expected to see you crying, broken but instead you were…fine, sitting calmly by the fire. This was odd, Ao’nung didn’t like this one bit.

There was no light in your eyes, no sparkle, no hope. Pure emptiness.

He had to do something.

“Listen to me Y/n, get up.” he said sternly grabbing your thin arm with force, to make you sit up.

“W-what are you doing!?” you asked surprised.

“I can’t let you live like this; you look miserable.” he said quickly avoiding your ocean eyes. It hurt him to say these words, to know what he was about to do, but he loved you. He did.

“Gather your things quickly.” he ordered, while he picked up your belongings and stored them away in a bag.

“Ao’nung what- what the hell are you doing!?” you asked confused, in a panic “Tell me what is going on!” you ordered.  

“You’re going with him!” he screamed at last, tears gathering in his eyes.

“I tried to deny it, but I see it now! I can’t make you smile like he does, I can’t make you laugh like he does! And I know you love the forest, hell its all you talk about! I can’t give you that! But he can! So, you’re going to get your things and you’re getting on that fucking ikran and you will be…happy.” he spilled it all desperately, not really knowing if what he said made any since at all, but he had to say it.

It clicked in your head and not even a second after Ao’nung´s confession you helped him gather your things.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so awful to you all this time, I never expected this to happen.” you said with a hard lump in your throat.

“Ao’nung look at me…” you begged him while reaching up to touch his wet cheek “I will always have fond memories of us, you are very special to me and I’ll never find someone like you again, and I love you. I truly do, just not in the way two promised people are supposed to. This love you feel for me, I don’t deserve it and I hope you find someone who loves you back just as much, if not more! I hope you follow your dreams, became olo'eyktan and rule this place with love that I know you have within you.”

Ao’nung listened attentively, eyes moving from side to side quickly, absorbing your words.

“Find someone who loves you back.”

He scoffed playfully.

You were so dumb sometimes, he would never find someone like that, and he cursed himself knowing he was doomed to love you for eternity, maybe this was eywa’s way of teaching him a lesson, to not be so cocky all the time.

“Just go dummy, I’ll be right behind you.” he said with a smirk, but his eyes told another story.

“Thank you.” you said,

And with a final peck on his cheek, you took off. Again.

You reached the circle out of breath, piercing through everyone hoping to find Neteyam waiting for you at the end.

“Please be there, please be there!” you prayed.

Eywa must have heard your pleads, Neteyam was still strapping his things to his ikran, doing it painfully slowly.

“Neteyam!” you called out desperately.

He turned around, surprised to see you here.

“You came!” he said happily, running over to you, hugging you as tightly as he could - lifting you up so that you were above him, feet no longer touching the sand - he didn’t care about the gasps or the wide eyes, he didn’t care about Ronal’s tight-lipped smile or his mother’s warning calls, he didn’t care.

Now everything was out in the open.

“You came!” he said again, this time with his head tucked bellow your neck.

“I’m going with you!” you said out of breath.

And as he put you down gently, he looked back at his family to seek approval and you did the same.

His family watched it with worried faces.

“Please, I never ask for anything.” he mouthed.

While you saw your people holding their breaths, wanting to know what the tsahìk would say, your heart almost coming out of your mouth.

“Please say yes, please say yes.” you begged internally.

Ronal had a sad smile, almost like she was fighting back tears but after some painful long seconds she nodded and Tonowari followed soon after, a kind smile on his face and Ao’nung…

Ao’nung wasn’t here.

“Go” you noticed Ronal mouth.  

And you did, with fresh new tears that you didn’t know if they were sad or happy, nervous, or excited, sacred, or confident.

All you knew was a whole new life was ahead of you, the things you wished for all your life were within your grasp and you had someone who loved you to guide you through it.

As you hopped on Neteyam’s ikran you could see Ao’nung run to the circle, and he lifted his neck to look up at you.

“Go and live your dream! I’ll be here if you change your mind!” he screamed from the top of his lungs.

You could only laugh sadly as tears blurred your vision “I will Ao’nung” you whispered.  

“And you!” he pointing to Neteyam “You take care of her, or I’ll hunt you down forest boy!”

Neteyam gave him a reassuring nod, a simple way to say, “I will” and Ao’nung gave him a nod back, a mutual way of showing respect.

Ao’nung watched you go higher and higher into the sky, with each flap of the ikran’s wings you became smaller and smaller and when you went above the clouds and out of his sight.

He cried.

You finally got what you wanted, and he lost what he had.

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i'm sorry for being a lil MIA, i've been on vacation and my laptop broke last week and i tried to go to the apple store to fix it and the minimum to fix it was $1100 so i ended up getting a new one

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Can you please write a blurb about Nepo baby reader getting like super pissed at the paparazzi with her and like the twins when they’re super young and she just goes off and gets super pissed and gose off on them

Btw love rockstar eddie

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You huffed, looking out the tinted windows of the nail salon.

You'd taken the twins out for a girl's day, their first trip to the salon. Usually Farrah would accompany you, but you wanted it just to be you and your babies. Everything went great. The pedicures were in a private room, Sicily and Sienna on either side of you, giggling and squealing while they got their toes painted. You matched them, which they thought was delightful, wiggling toes between the cushiony separators that matched yours.

It was relaxing, even with three year olds, you were content with your babies. Until, you saw it. Crouched down at the front of the store, slipping on their little sandals, you saw it; the flash.

"Mama, they're takin' out picture." Sicily giggled, pointing out the window at the awaiting paparazzi. Only three, so far, but you knew it would grow soon enough.

"Who's taking our picture?" You gasped exaggeratedly, grinning up at her. She laughed, pointing at the people behind the window. "How rude! They're so silly, aren't they?"

Sienna laughed, leaning into her twin. The girls, even this young, knew about the people who took pictures. You tried to stay calm, tell them it was because they thought Daddy looked so pretty. Eddie was less reserved, throwing punches and slinging cameras if they got too close, barking threats towards them. A lot of things changed with fatherhood, especially how he now hated paparazzi. The man of before would have thrived in the sea of flashes, crowding his space and invading his privacy. Now, he went nuclear if he saw one around his girls.

"Ok, now you both stay so close to Mommy, ok? They want to take our picture but we can't let them, ok? They'll show Daddy our nail color before we get home." You raised your brows dramatically at them, their faces dropping. They wanted to surprise Eddie with their color, as if purple was an unheard of shade to get, and the paparazzi would be damned to ruin that.

Sienna gripped your hand, Sicily your other, pressing close to you in a tight shuffle towards the car. The paparazzi followed, shouting questions, and flashing lights. One got too close, camera shoved in Sienna's face.

"Mama!" Sienna wailed, pressing into you. "They're gonna get my toes!"

"Hey," You barked, teeth grit. "You need to get back, alright? I got a kid here."

"C'mon, Klein, you know the drill. We've got bills to pay too." The pap sneered, pulling his camera back.

Your jaw locked, anger trilling through your veins. You slung the car door open, purposely hitting the man standing there taking photos, smiling smugly when his camera clattered to the ground. While you buckled the girls into their seats, the camera flashes and shouting questions continued. Eddie would be furious you hadn't brought Big Mike, his body guard.

"You and Ed expecting another one?" One shouted, pointing his camera down to your stomach.

Your heart dropped. You were, but the two of you hadn't announced it yet. "What?" You snapped, slamming the door.

"Another baby? Already? What's that make this fifteen?" He snickered behind his lens.

"Are you fucking stupid?" You snapped before you could help it. Every ounce of media training to just ignore, not engage, was leaving your system. "Seriously, I know you're obviously dumb, but to ask someone if they're pregnant? No wonder you're still not married, Nate." You knew him, of course, he was the same one that always sold your photos and stories to The Sun, had for years.

"C'mon, I was just asking-"

"-and I'm just telling you, that if you're not out from behind my car, I'm going to run your ass over." You sneered, hand on the door. "And you and I both fucking know how that will end in court, don't we?" Your eyes narrowed behind your sunglasses.

Nate's camera slipped. He knew you were talking about the incident with Sephy, her first outing when he and some other boys crowded you and Eddie. One misplaced slip of a hand had shoved you with Sephy in your arms, jostling her. Eddie had beaten the guy with his own camera, taken to the station for assault. One call, and the charges were dropped. Your parents might've hated Eddie, but they loved their grand baby.

Nate shuffled back, pressing himself out of the way. "Better tell your other friends too." You snapped, shutting the door furiously.

You pulled out of the spot furiously, the crowd of paps a small blip in your rearview. The girls babbled happily, blissfully unaware and only concerned that they'd show Eddie before they could.

A few days later, your angry face was plastered on the front of some gossip column, a title aiding it about how Eddie had rubbed off on you. You rolled your eyes when he brought it to you.

"Told you to bring Mike, baby." Eddie shrugged, a smug little smirk that had your eyes rolling.

"I think I had it handled, clearly." You scoffed, nodding down at the photo.

Eddie grinned. "Think you did too." He smirked. "You look hot in this. Think I like it when you get all mad and mean."

"Shut up."

"Gonna keep this one. Put it in my spank bank for a rainy d-"

"Eddie. Shut up." You sneered.

Eddie paused, grinning again. "See?" He nodded down to his growing bulge in his dark jeans. "Totally does it for me, babe."

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Idk if you’ve written something like this before but would you be able to write a Sirius black or James potter x reader where the reader bites them as a way to show love/affection. (If you have written something like this before could you put a link please)

i’m going w jamie for this one.

your boyfriend is massive, it’s no secret. he’s got muscles on his muscles but he’s still soft and doughy.

it’s a combination that makes you drool every time he wears vests and shorts.

your brain short circuits when he walks into the living room with 5’5 inch seams and a black vest and you almost bite your fist because of how good he looks.

if james notices your added attraction when his arms are on display he doesn’t say anything.

instead, he sits beside you and pulls you into his lap.

“what are we watching, pretty girl?” you can’t help it when he strokes your arm and then your jaw.

you move to bury your face in his bicep and sink your teeth into the flesh.

“hey,” james chuckles as he looks down at you, shaking his head when you pull away and give him a smile. “i just had a shower, now i’ve got your drool all over me.”

he says it like it’s a travesty but the fondness in his voice is plain as day.

“you’re just so biteable!” you defend but it only makes james laugh a little more.

“thanks,” he kisses your lips, “it was a compliment right, angel?”

you tangle yourself fingers in his curls and kiss him again in response.