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chloeangelic · 9 months

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Belong to me, I: Chosen

Line cook Joel x waitress reader

Line cook Joel AU masterlist

Summary: You desperately want a baby and hope that your grumpy coworker will help make your dream a reality.

Warnings: Smut, yearning, mild angst, age gap (Joel is 40, reader in her late 20s), mild brat taming, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, description of glass related injury/blood, social smoking, dom Joel (not degrading), ovulation sex, unprotected PIV, mutual pining, rough sex, size kink, ass play.

A/N: Posted a day early cause of the overwhelming response on the masterlist🥺🤍 I'm turning this into an AU that I can post to at random and just kinda use as a creative free space like I did with this, so there will be more parts :))

Word count: 4.8k Rating: 18+

You had a dream one night.

A dream that you were holding a child, your child, a little baby who came from you, whose home was your body for the overwhelming majority of her life. You held her in your arms, cradled her, ran the very tip of your finger over her little nose, stroked her soft cheek and looked into her eyes, seeing yourself in their reflection.

You had dropped her off at your friend’s house to watch her while you went and visited your parents, but when you returned, you could not find her. You searched and searched, asked every person you came across if they had seen her, but nobody had. And when you woke up, you felt that same gut wrenching anxiety over your missing child that you felt in the dream. Like she was still out there, but you had no way of getting to her.

And ever since then, you’ve felt a vacancy in your heart somehow, a pull towards something intangible, something you know you will love and cherish with your whole heart and take care with all the energy you can muster, as soon as it is in your hands.

Yearning.

A deep, almost excruciating yearning for a baby, the baby in that dream, a baby you will not have anytime soon if you are dependent on the presence of a husband or even a boyfriend to provide you with one. For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to be a mother, and it feels as though your opportunity is slipping through your fingers, even at your young age, as you watch friend after friend go off with their significant other and establish families, and you’re still single, not even looking for a special someone.

You want what they have, unbearably so, and have gotten to a point where you think you might crumble if you never get the chance to raise a child, but the idea of dating does not appeal to you, and you would rather just do it all yourself.

One time your friend asked you, “If someone put a gun to your head and told you that you have to have a kid with someone right now, who would you choose?”. You didn’t have an answer at the time, but you do now. It’s been simmering in the back of your mind for a while; the answer to that question. You’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, about how it feels like the right time for you to have this baby you so desperately want.

During the afternoons and evenings, you serve tables at a busy restaurant downtown. It’s not the world’s most interesting job, but you think you’re generally well liked at that establishment, you’re friends with everyone, and the shifts go by relatively quickly.

You walk in through the large doors, waving to Maddy as she escorts a couple to their table, swinging past the bar stools, making your way to the back office to take off your jacket and slip into your heels, giving your hair a quick look over in the mirror before you walk into the kitchen.

And there he is - the answer to your friend’s question. Too tall for the countertops and always hunched over, too broad for the narrow hallways at the back of the house. Big, very big, so muscular, with shoulders and biceps so large you wonder if he spends all his free time working out. Grumpy, never in what one would call a 'good mood', convinced that approving or disapproving grunts count as full answers when someone asks him something.

Joel, a scowling and silent mountain of a man.

Sometimes you sneak out during his break just to chat him up behind the restaurant, even stealing smokes from your coworker to give him a reason to spend more time with you. His scent is intoxicating every time you sit there huddled next to him, especially when it’s cool out and you shove your entire body into the side of his arm and his thigh, his skin as hot as a furnace.

Even his sweat, at the end of the worst shift one can possibly imagine, smells good. He smells like cologne and fresh laundry and what you presume to be combo shampoo and body wash considering he doesn’t give much of a fuck about anything that isn’t his daughter and he’s not exactly what one would call vain.

It seems, however, as if he gives a little bit of a fuck about you.

Sometimes it even feels like he looks out for you.

And you wouldn’t have had this suspicion had it not been for the fact that you brutally cut your hand on a shard of glass a few months back when a vase tumbled and you stupidly tried to catch it. You looked at your bloody hand, heard the snap of Joel’s fingers and a few commands before you were suddenly in his truck on the way to the ER.

He sat there with you, pressing a wad of gauze to the cut until you were called in by the doctor, waited until you came out, then stopped at the pharmacy to get an excess of things you might need, and drove you home. He even stayed with you until you were fed and passed out watching a movie on your couch.

After that day, you’ve felt like his eyes are always on you, his scowl seeming more concerned than menacing, his hands suddenly there to catch you every time you’re about to trip over yourself. Something about the feeling of being protected by him has made your heart and ovaries twist around themselves, making that yearning for a baby incredibly urgent.

You want his baby now, whether he’s present or not, and you’ve decided that you’re gonna ask him for a little favor when ovulation comes around and you feel slick and needy and desperate for his come.

Which just so happens to be tonight.

The restaurant seems to get busier the second you step into the dimly lit lounge, sending you back and forth between the kitchen and your tables more times than you can count, trying to think of how to formulate yourself, how not to scare him off.

You eventually check the time and see that it’s close to Joel’s usual forced break time, and decide that you might as well take your own break now too, needing to speak to him as soon as possible. So you hear the clicks of your heels as you nearly run through the kitchen, grab the lighter from the office and push open the doors to see him already sitting there outside, his face tilted up so the sun hits his skin and bounces off the silver in his otherwise brown hair.

“You mind?” you ask as you close the door, and he nods for you to sit down next to him, already reaching down to commit coworker theft. It always feels casual, calm, even relaxing in some way, to sit out here with him, but tonight you’re on the edge, knowing he’ll never speak to you again if your request falls flat.

He puts the cigarette between his lips and looks at you while he waits for you to light it, but your hands tremble around the lighter as you try to hold it up. His eyes narrow for a moment, then his hands come up to hold around yours, making them disappear under his large palms, holding them steady and looking into your eyes until the flame catches and he pulls back. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, his accent slurring the words together slightly.

You have a speech ready, an explanation about this longtime want and need and yearning to become a mother, a rationale for why you’re ready, why you want to do this as a single woman in her late twenties, an excuse for why you don’t want to go to a clinic and find a donor who’s a Harvard graduate in his early thirties.

Why it is you want him, Joel, to be the one to give this to you, and how he doesn’t have to do anything, emotionally or physically or financially, when you finally get what you want.

But your plan falls flat as you open your mouth, your gaze locked to his dark eyes. “I wanna have a baby” is all that comes out, breathy and longing and absolutely not casual like you planned.

You watch as he flicks the ashes off the cigarette and takes a drag, looking at you with an unreadable expression, then exhaling away from you before he says, “Sweetheart.. The fuck does that gotta do with me?”.

You roll your eyes at him, never threatened or intimidated or insulted by his tone. There is something you find oddly charming about his ability to be grumpy for hours on end and seemingly never cheer up, any pleasant surprise met with the raise of his eyebrows and a slow nod. “I wanna have a baby, now, I don’t wanna wait to meet some prince charming and get married and do all that shit.. I’m happy raising it by myself, I-”

“And?” he asks then, the creases around his eyes getting deeper as a look of confusion creeps up on his face, “Why exactly are you tellin’ me this and not your girlfriends?”. You take a moment to figure out how to damage control, how to reel the situation back in and not scare him off any more, while you watch the smoke rising from between his two fingers, one thick arm resting over his knee.

“I want you to get me pregnant, Joel” you finally say, running your hand up his thigh, unable to cover the expanse of it with your fingers splayed out, and the feel of his muscle tensing under your hands makes you clench around yourself, warm wetness starting to seep out into your panties, “Please? I promise I won’t waste your time”.

He’s frozen, looking at your innocent expression and the subtle slouch in your shoulders. It’s too fucking hard to resist you, your doe eyes and little pout, and there’s something in your tone that makes his shock die down quickly, getting replaced by a strange feeling of flattery. A feeling he’s not used to. Not to mention the disbelief he feels at the prospect of you wanting to get in bed with him.

He can surely find it in himself do this for you without getting attached, without worrying about this child day in and day out, or about you. He hopes he can, hopes that he's too old to worry now. He won’t bother you, he’ll stay out of your business unless you need something. It’s an act of kindness from him, really, and it’s about time he does something nice for someone other than Sarah, who’s been the only one on the receiving end of all his care and love for the past sixteen years. Besides, you're a nice girl, why wouldn't he want to do something for you?

And more importantly, why on earth would he pass up the opportunity to fuck you? To have you under him, to see what’s hiding beneath those black pants stretched to their absolute limit by the thickness of your ass, to hear what you sound like when you come, to know what you taste like, to know how your lips feel on his, not just on his cheek when you thank him for putting food aside for you.

You’re too pretty and too young for him, he knows that, he’s known that since the first time he felt that little flutter in his chest at the sound of you calling his name. Now all he can do is cook for you, leave it under tightly wrapped aluminum foil on the desk in the back office so it stays warm, knowing you’ll look for it there when you run away from your shift in search of something to eat, with a post it note on top, your name sharpied on it, waiting for you.

Just like he waits for you, waits for the moment he sees you every day and hears you say his name again. Hey Joel, the same as always, nothing special, but bubbly when everyone else seems intimidated by him.

He has a little crush on you, a massive one actually, one he hates to admit that he's had for a while now. Ever since you sat out on the stoop behind the restaurant with him for the first time and shared a cigarette you stole from Jermaine. The guy thinks he hides the pack well, but sometimes when Joel comes out to get some air and you’re the only other one who shared the idea, you fish it out from under the steps and slip one out, seldom enough to where he’s sure not to notice.

You teased him for something that first time, and he can’t remember what. A year has gone by, but the sound of your giggle at his disapproval has rattled around in his mind every day since. You frequently tease him, wait for him to roll his eyes, then attempt to tickle him before he grabs your wrist and holds it tight until his break is over, and he pulls you up to your feet, with his other hand on your waist, letting you in the door first before he shuts it behind him.

One time, when he held your eyes for a little longer than normal, he considered asking you out, but thought better of it and closed his mouth as soon as it opened. He wonders why you're single, how it's possible for a man not to want to make you his, why-

“Fuck”, he jumps a little as he lets go of the cigarette and flicks his wrist frantically, trying to soothe the part of his fingers burnt by the ashes creeping down to his skin as he sat there speechless and not paying attention.

“Well?” you ask as if nothing happened, watching his muscles flex under his t-shirt, “What do you say?”.

“Jesus” he whispers, a contemplative shake of his head as his eyes dart around. He should ask why you want him to do it, should suggest every other dumbass working in this place, should tell you no, that he’s too old for you and you’re too beautiful and full of life and too good for this place. But he can’t find it in himself to pass up this chance, and he knows he would fuck you right. He would be good to you. He wants to be good to you.

“That’s all you want?” he asks dryly, then a long exhale, staring into your eyes, “You want me to fuck you?”. Ten years ago he might’ve been more subtle, but he's lived too much since then, and trying to find ways to sugarcoat what needs to be said feels like a waste of his time. The sound of his deep voice makes you shudder.

“I just need you to come inside me,” you purr, nervous as hell all of a sudden, wrapping your finger in his hair, ”And I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, so.. You can do whatever you want to me”. He glances at your lips as you talk, shoulders shifting under his t-shirt and a swallow passing through his throat. “So you’ll do it?” you ask after a moment.

He’s not passing up on this chance, already half hard at the mere idea of being inside you and counting how many goddamn seconds he has left on his shift. All he does is nod in response, his eyes going a little wide. “Thanks, Joel” you say then, as you stand up and brush off your pants, “I’ll send you my address, I need you over tonight, okay?”. You lean down to place a kiss on his cheek and disappear back inside.

He stays sitting out there a few minutes longer than he’s supposed to, regretting not jerking off in the shower that morning, running his hand down his face and trying to figure out how he can make himself last longer than a minute.

More than anything, it’s strange to see him like this, to see a new side of someone you’ve been around so much. It’s difficult to conceptualize the side of him that is private, intimate, personal. You've thought about him as just a man sometimes, not a coworker, and wondered what he might be like in situations like these. In bed. You wonder if you’ll see him differently after this, if it’ll be impossible to look him in the eyes at work when you’ve felt the size and shape of his cock, when you know what he sounds like when he comes, how he tastes, what he likes.

“So, uh-” he says, as you sit on his lap with his feet planted on the floor at the edge of your bed, “What's the best way to do this?”. He corrects himself after a second, “How do you wanna do this?”. He has his hands around your waist, big and warm, and your arms are wrapped around his neck as you lightly tug at his curls.

“I didn't really think that far” you giggle, and he chuckles softly, likely picking up on your nerves.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks then.

“Um, yeah, sure” is all you manage to say before you feel his hand around the back of your neck, holding the weight of your head as he kisses you like you've never been kissed before. The scratch of his mustache against your skin is oddly soothing, and his lips are soft, his tongue molten and slippery as it sweeps into your mouth. You exhale into him until your lungs are empty, becoming entirely pliant in his hold, one hand steadying your back as you try to keep from collapsing into his chest.

A whimper escapes your throat, and he whispers, I got you, as he lays you down on the bed and rests his weight on his elbows, hovering over you and spreading your legs. His clothed cock pushes into you as he rolls his hips, forcing more of those little whimpers out and you can feel your pulse deep down where you buck your hips to grind on him.

He undresses you carefully, not leaving a single item of clothing on, wanting to see your naked form. He rolls you onto your stomach and takes the opportunity to let his hands and lips and tongue explore every part of your backside, from your ankles to your ass to your shoulders, giving a little extra attention to your plush cheeks, that he pulls apart and then lands a swat to on one side, making you giggle as he soothes his hand over the mark, already starting to sting from his strength.

You roll onto your back again and start to claw at his shirt. He reaches back to pull it off, revealing the muscular upper body you’ve wondered about for what seems like forever - years, now. A strange smile tugs at your lips as you look at him, at his arm flexing as he opens your knees to spread your legs, and he leans down to kiss you as he drags his knuckles up and down your center.

He pushes two fingers into you and you moan, loudly, too loudly. He shushes you, kisses you again as you writhe under him and grind against his hand until he finds the right spot, the one that makes you arch your back and start begging him to fuck you. He slides his fingers out and looks down to see a thick, glossy string hanging between his two of his digits, raising an eyebrow in what you assume is awe. “Told you I needed you tonight” you purr.

He huffs a little in response, “I can tell”.

He immediately finds your clit with the pads of his fingers, and rubs, slowly then fast, slowly then fast, as he unbuckles his belt with his other hand and shucks off his jeans, then his boxers, and lays on your side with his hard cock resting against your hip.

You start to squirm as he pushes his thick fingers inside you again, curls them a few times and slips them out, going back to massage your clit. “I know” he coos, “You want more, huh?”. All you can do is moan and nod, feeling your orgasm starting to pool at the bottom of your spine.

“It's okay, just let me take my time with you”, he rubs you a little faster, firmer, as he watches your breathing get erratic, “Wanna fuck you right”. He wants to watch you come, has been fantasizing about it for such a long time, wants to see it and hear it and feel it. “I’m gonna give you my cock soon, okay?” he murmurs, “Don't want it to be painful for you, my girl, need you to come for me first”. And something about his words gives you the last push you need, making you come as you whimper his name over and over.

He gets between your legs then, knocking his knee against yours to open you up, and leans over, taking his cock in his hand and nudging the leaking head into your opening. You can feel your thick, slippery wetness spill onto him, and you hear him grunt, fisting his length a few times with your slick and pushing in slowly, stretching you obscenely and filling you to the brim before he’s fully inside.

You shouldn’t be surprised at the overwhelming size of it, considering how he towers over you and is the only person you know who makes you feel tiny, but his cock rubs against every soft spot inside you and stimulates every nerve in your body, reaching a depth nobody has ever touched before.

He fucks you with deep strokes, reaching all the way to the end of you before he withdraws halfway and pushes back in, breathing hard and squeezing his hands around your hips so tightly you can feel the marks forming. You need him even deeper. “Harder, Joel, please, please“ you beg, “I’m so fucking wet and you feel so good, I- please, oh god, please”. Your voice is filled with desperation, and he wants to hear it every day for the rest of his life, the sound of you on your knees for him, wanting him and everything he can give you.

“Relax.” he says sternly, shoving you into the mattress with a thrust and holding you there with his strong hands, trapping you under him and forcing you to stay still as his cock slides in and out smoothly.

“I can’t, just hurry up, please, fuck me faster, I need it” you nag then, whiny and annoying, snapping your fingers.

He pauses then, leans over to stare down into your eyes, “Do you want my come or not?”.

“Ugh, yes”, you groan, letting out a few soft grunts as you try to shift around in his grasp and push down onto him harder somehow.

“Settle then”, his voice is stern again, commanding but patient, as if he has all the time in the world.

“Come on, Joel”, you stretch your back and try to escape his gaze, digging your nails into his shoulders and feeling your walls fluttering around him.

His hand wraps around your throat then, and his face is close to yours, that dark gaze unrelenting and demanding your attention. “Settle down” he says calmly, and holds you pinned right there until he feels your body relaxing, your slick dripping down his shaft and your nipples tickling his chest.

He flips you over and pulls you up and onto your knees, arms stretched out over your head as he slides all the way into you and the pressure on your cervix makes you try to squirm away. A useless endeavor. His hands rove around your ass cheeks and you hear a quiet shit above you, followed by an equally low fuck me as he squeezes your flesh, pulls it apart, then spits onto your asshole.

You feel him smear it into your skin with his thumb, whining at how he teases you, pushing his thumb into your tight hole slowly while he jacks himself with his other hand. You plead again, a long, drawn out please, Joel, then another oh god, please, a last more, more for good measure, and then he’s pushing the head of his cock into you, filling you with his thickness and finally inching his thumb into your ass. The intensity is overwhelming, and your eyes roll back as another orgasm nears.

“Give me one more, baby, come on” he coos as he reaches around and rubs your clit.

You respond, barely coherent and not wanting him to stop, “I don't- I don’t think it'll determine if it takes or not.. How many times I c-come”.

He gives you a few strokes, overwhelming and hard and squelching with your arousal before he says, “I read in a fuckin’ article that it helps, or, I don’t know, something”.

You shift your eyes around a little, wanting to laugh, “You read an article saying that orgasms increase your likelihood of conceiving?”.

“Just shut up and let me make you come, sweetheart,” he drawls, “Stop talkin’ so much”. His voice is low and husky as he rubs the back of your hip with one thumb and the other sinks deeper into your ass as you tighten around it.

“Why?” you ask, breathy and whiny, “All I need is your come, I- I’m not expecting-”.

He cuts you off quickly, whispering, “Jesus…”.

“I’m not gonna have sex with you if you don't enjoy it, okay?” he says, “So just shut up and take my cock like a good girl, I know you can, I know you want it”. His hand snakes up to find your tit, squeezing it before rubbing your nipple with two of his fingers.

“Besides, I know it makes you feel good, you can't hide it," he runs his palm down your back, smacks your ass firmly, then grabs it tight to stop the recoil, “You're about to soak my cock, I can tell.. Gettin’ all tense and shit”. He lifts your torso with his hand on your sternum, pulling you up and into him, shoving his face into your neck so you can listen to his growls while he fucks you.

Your orgasm hits you quite suddenly, and your head falls onto his shoulder as you pant. “How does it feel when I make you come? Huh, little bunny?”. You can’t answer, too blissed out and too fucked out to think, only mustering up a mumbled, uhhh. “Use your words now” he says, and flips you onto your back.

He lines himself up and slams back in, folding your legs and pushing your thighs into your chest as he pounds you, “Come on, baby, tell me, how’s it feel to come all over my cock?”. You grab at the muscles of his arms, his shoulders and his chest, trying to get words out but only managing an incoherent mess of moans. So good, Joel, so good, you whimper.

Then he wraps your legs around his waist and slips his arm under your back, and supports himself on his fist right beside your head, lifting you up to pound you harder, deeper, with more force as his thrusts gradually slow down and he breathes heavily, staring down at how your tits slide up and down your chest. “Say you want me to come inside you”, his voice is strained, and you can tell he’s holding back by the way his cock twitches.

You take a deep breath, and coo, as softly as you can, “Want you to be my baby daddy, Joel”, and watch his face contort, his eyes closing and feel his arm tightening its grip around you. You moan a little, eyes rolling back at the intensity. “Come inside me, please,” you beg, “Wanna be full of you, want you to give me a baby, your baby”.

He groans at that, then pulls you up into his chest so closely you can feel the sweat dripping down from his hair and onto your skin, and his cock pulsating as he fills you with his come. You can tell it's a lot by how he throbs inside you incessantly, and moans, long and ragged, while he digs his face into the crook of your neck.

He lifts your hips up, staying buried inside you, and shoves a pillow under you as a mix of his come and your slick runs down between your asscheeks, onto the cover. He wraps his hand around your throat again and growls, into your ear, “You’re mine now, little thing, all mine”.

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His Secret Admirer - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part two | part three | part four |bonus chapter

wc: 6.7k

a/n: Welcome to my Neteyam X reader series! This first part is kind of a slow burn to establish the plot so there is not much action as I hate when things are rushed. But it is cute and a bit fluffy 🤭 The events of The Way of Water never happened in this series, so this is based in the forest. Enjoy!

Neteyam is 19, reader is 18 in this series.

contains: slight fluff, as little use of y/n as possible, very minor mention of 🪦 (one time)

For as long as you could remember, you had the biggest crush on Neteyam Sully.

You couldn’t help it. He was the sweetest man in the entire clan and he acted much differently from the others. Never cocky, never boastful. It made your heart skip a beat just thinking about how he had always unapologetically been him - a genuine sweetheart and over protective from the start.

The two of you were not strangers, in fact, his presence was quite familiar to you. Throughout your younger years he would protect you from the harsh words of the other kids after witnessing you being bullied the first time. Upon finding out you spent most of your time alone and had no friends, he invited you to hang around him and his siblings with a promise of belonging. You hadn’t realized what an honor that was until you got older.

His brother and sister, Lo’ak and Kiri, quickly took a liking to you and became the friends you never had. But unfortunately for you and Neteyam, the progression of your story was cut short. As the years passed his schedule became bombarded with training duties, leaving him busy basically 24/7 and eventually causing your friendship to become less of a priority. You were hurt, but you had to understand it wasn’t personal. Once he got to a certain age, his parents allowed him to have fun and hang out with kids his age less and less; giving him constant reminders of the shoes he would grow to fill. Apparently, he had to spend every living and breathing moment training for a position you weren’t even sure he actually wanted.

Growing up, your mother told you that crushes were very simple and lighthearted. Something that was meant to make your heart flutter and your cheeks rosy. But having a crush on Neteyam was actually the exact opposite. This was Jake Sully’s son we were talking about. Girls fawned over him everyday, rightfully so. But watching them trail closely behind him as if he were metal and them magnets made your heart pang with jealousy. You knew you would never have a chance, and even if you did, there were probably so many other girls above you on the imaginary list that already had his attention. He would surely never make it down to your name once it came time for him to choose a mate.

Loving him was like yearning for something you didn’t even know existed. It was like opening your mouth to speak but remembering you didn’t have a voice to use. You weren’t a hunter or a healer, you couldn’t sing and you most definitely were not the beauty queen of the clan. You weren’t anything special, so how could you ever think you had a chance to call him yours?

“Nete-yammm” A gorgeous, tall na’vi giggled with a sing song tone, reaching out to caress any area of his body that didn’t already have a three fingered hand touching it. You cringed at the sound of her voice. That was Eyiti, the daughter of an amazing healer in your clan and probably first on his list to be his Tsahik. You absolutely loathed her, the way her eyelashes batted in his direction and how her stride became flirtatious when he was around to make the long braid that covered her queue sway side to side.

You definitely had your reasons for disliking her, one of them being that when you all were younger she had purposely tripped you and caused you to faceplant in the mud right in front of Neteyam. He had so much faith in everyone that he hadn’t even seen her foot conveniently stick out in front of you when you excitedly walked towards him. Before he could reach an arm out to help you up his dad had whisked him away, reminding him he had responsibilities he needed to tend to and at this point girls were the least of his worries.

“Is there anything we can do for you? Do you need your hair re-braided? A massage maybe?” The group asked, snapping you out of your bitter flashback when multiple different voices chirped, taking turns to offer him favors. You watched them swarm around him like vultures, his eyes searching for a way out of the circle.

“Yes, perhaps a massage! Your muscles must be sooo sore from your hunt yesterday.” Yet another voice chimed in, she literally looked like she wanted to eat the flesh off his bones and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

“Neteyam! Are you hungry? I can make something good for you to eat. You need all the energy you can get for your training later, right?”

“No!” Another na’vi woman hissed, latching onto one of his toned arms and hugging it. She almost knocked him over with the force that came from her launching herself at him. You watched him stumble to the side a bit, his stance awkward and stiff as his cheeks flushed due to all the overwhelming attention. Jeez, was she trying to hug his arm or rip it off his body to take it home with her? You didn’t know but honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was her intention, these women were insane. They looked like little girls fighting over a doll with the way they were pulling him back and forth by his biceps.

“Girls, please” He spoke softly and forced a smile on his face in attempt to not hurt their feelings, or worse; make them more hostile than they already were. “I am okay, really. I do not need any of you to do anything for me other than enjoy your day. You all are…” he paused before continuing, “very beautiful and nice women but I truly must be going, I cannot be late for my meeting with my father.”

The mention of a discussion of the future with his father earned many dreamy sounding sighs from his personal fan club.

Your face grew hot when you noticed his eyes look up at you, seemingly begging for help with an almost panicked smile on his face. You pressed your lips together to stifle your laugh, then raised your hands in surrender on either side of your head to silently communicate to him that he was indeed on his own with this. You knew he’d be alright seeing as he dealt with this almost daily, but you also knew he was growing tired of it. Poor Neteyam was too nice to hurt their feelings, but even if you tried to help him what could you do? They’d probably tear you apart if you walked up and attempted to steal him away from their grasp. You sure as hell weren’t going to draw attention to yourself by intervening.

Thankfully for him, you heard Neytiri’s sharp voice yell his name from a different direction, causing the girls around him to jump and straighten up in fear of our Tsahik witnessing them behave in such a shameful manner. And from the sound of his mother’s voice- he was definitely late for that meeting. His ears perked up in alert but the expression on his face only showed relief due to her timely save.

“Gotta go girls!” He exclaimed with haste, sounding more excited now than he had their entire interaction. You sighed to yourself and gave him a subtle wave with a gentle smile, watching him take the extra second he didn’t have to smile back at you before he slipped through the small crowd and damn near sprinted to safety.

Your smile grew bigger as you watched him escape, soaking in the way his eyes had previously just held contact with yours for longer than they needed to. A daydream would have washed over you had you not felt the glares of his desperate admirers trying to burn holes through your head. You cleared your throat to break the awkward silence and swiftly turned on your heels, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea to continue standing there if you valued your life.

~ a few hours later ~

Eclipse had now envelloped a previously sunny day, stealing the sky away and taking the sun’s place for the rest of the night. You sat with your mom on the floor of your hut, just having finished a wonderfully made dinner. “Mama, would you like help with the dishes?” You knew better than to excuse yourself before offering your assistance.

“No no, child. Go on, I know you want to take as much time as you possibly can before it gets late.” She smiled up at you and shooed you out with her hand, the wrinkles creased next to her eyes served in reminding you of how grateful you were to have had your mother by your side all these years.

“Yes mama, thank you.” Nodding your head, you at least stacked the dishes into each other to help as much as you could before you thanked her, quickly standing up from where the two of you were kneeling on the floor.

Your mother quietly laughed to herself at your excitement as you skipped to the doorway, surprised at how you didn’t trip over your own two feet as you gathered your things. You pushed through the curtains that served as a doorway to your home and once stepping foot outside, you felt your lungs expand to take a deep inhale and breathe in the crisp night air.

Almost everyday after dinner, you would excuse yourself with the permission of your mother and embark on a stroll through the forest. At first, she wouldn’t allow you to go more than half a mile without her. Her fears derived from the fact that you were no hunter and you did not like to carry weapons, meaning you could not protect yourself if the time called for it. But upon realizing you had a deep connection with the animals of the forest (and came back unscathed every time) her rules relaxed and her trust in you flourished. Even the Palulukan paid you no mind - you would still bring small chunks of meat with you though, just in case.

You expertly leaped from tree to tree with little to no time between. After taking the same path day by day it was muscle memory by now. You used the ball of your foot to stabilize your landing on the thick branches after each jump, and your opposite leg carried you to the next. This was your favorite part of everyday, traveling through the breathtaking forest with your own two legs and being able to really appreciate the vast land you called home. The way the rough, damp tree bark felt against your toes; the small chirps and mating calls of animals below you that filled your ears. You much preferred it to flying on an Ikran; they were loud and would scare away the small animals of the forest before you could say hello.

Before you knew it, you had reached your quiet hideaway above the waterfalls. A sigh of relief left your lips as you leisurely made your way up onto the bank of the cliffside; the ground illuminating briefly in the spots where you had stepped. Careful to not crush the flowers that had just recently bloomed, you crouched down closer to the ground to collect one of the things you came for. Pulling the bag you had brought with from behind your body, you patiently searched through the vegetation until locating one of your mother’s favorite herbs for stews, and another for salves.

That was the deal the two of you had made. If you were going to be out exploring the forest without her, you might as well make yourself useful and and collect what’s needed for the house. You didn’t mind though, your mother was getting older and you would do anything to make her job easier. Your father had died during the battle with the sky people almost twenty years ago and was one of many casualties. He was gone before your mother even had the chance to tell him she was pregnant. Every time you expressed sadness about it, she would hug you and remind you that he died with honor; fighting along side his people and protecting what was left of home tree. She gave birth nine months after his passing and raised you alone. She was offered help from the village, but did not want to accept pity. “We are all struggling from the aftermath of this war, not just I.” She would humbly say. She truly was the strongest person you knew.

After gathering a good amount, you gently reclined and rested against the large tree trunk that had been supporting your back for a couple weeks now. Closing your eyes, you let the sounds of the water crashing into the rocks below invite you into a calm, lucid state - the beat of your heart slowing to a steady rhythm as you lay in nature.

The serene forest awarded you with its peaceful lullaby for about fifteen minutes before the crunch of a twig snapping interrupted your meditation. You gasped quietly, whipping your head around in alert, your eyes straining to try and see through the trees. Not many animals came this high up into the forest, mostly birds or the Syaksyuk (night lemurs) swinging through the trees above. But these steps sounded heavy and that made your ears lower with worry.

“Who’s there!” You called out, rising to your feet with your hands prepped on your bag to secure your mother’s herbs in case you had to make a run for it. You squinted your eyes at the darkness in confusion, the sounds of the leaves crunching were not frequent enough to be the result of multiple feet.

“Ow! Damnit,” You heard a familiar voice curse, your ears perking back up when a tall na’vi with long braids emerged into your view.

“Neteyam?”

He whipped his head up to look at you, his braids swaying to the other side of his head in sync with him. “[Y/n]?” He questioned right back at you. “What are you doing here? It’s late, you know.” He warned, brushing off his shoulder and looking around. “Are you alone?”

Still confused by his sudden appearance, you shook your head slightly. “I come here almost every night, and yes I’m… alone,” you spoke, your voice quieting with the last word that left your lips as you looked at him in bewilderment. Your eyes traveled from every inch of his body and you found yourself gawking at how he looked even more beautiful while under the moonlight. Your attention quickly averted when his gaze found its way back to you, raising your head and stabilizing your tone. “Forget about me, what are you doing here?”

He noticed you staring but decided against addressing it. He chuckled and shook his head, “I too come here often,, but only during the day. The forest is very dangerous outside of our village at night, [Y/n].” He said softly and took a step closer. It almost looked as if he were worried about you.

“Yes, I-” You felt the urge to take one backwards but your feet stayed planted in the grass, your brain reminding you that you’re literally standing on a cliff right now. “I’m aware of the dangers,” you continued. “But the animals don’t pay me any mind, I actually think they sort of like me. And I always bring scraps of food, just in case.”

He nodded, seemingly approving your method of preparation.

“I don’t have anymore, though. The forest is a bit quiet tonight so I gave it all to a Palulukan I saw a little ways back.”

Neteyam’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he took a step closer to you once more, in an attempt to make sure the words he heard were correct. “A- a Palulukan?” He questioned, “Like, those six-legged creatures that will tear your head off without thinking? Are you feeling alright?” His face washed over with genuine concern as he brought a three fingered hand up to feel your forehead.

“Yes, Neteyam.” You giggled at his astonishment. “I know what a Palulukan is, you skxawng.” You teased with an eyeroll and gently shooed his hand away, speaking up again to extinguish his worries. “But really, I’m fine. See?” You nodded slowly, extending your arms out to him to show your lack of injury.

“Huh, no scratches…” His eyes trailed along your smooth skin and you felt goosebumps prickle down your arms. You hadn’t remembered it being chilly tonight.

“No scratches,” you parroted, turning your back to him and returning to your previous resting area. “Come, sit with me.”

The corners of Neteyam’s mouth moved to form a small grin and he nodded his head in silent agreeance, taking you up on your invitation and sitting down next to you. He mimicked your movement, scooting back to relax against the base of the tree. A loud sigh of genuine relief could be heard from him and to you it sounded like he had been holding it in all day. You had your attention focused on the soft blades of grass that tickled your legs, suddenly tilting your head to the side with a new found query.

“Wait,” You started, earning a curious hum from him that permitted you to continue. “I thought you said you come here during the day time? Correct me if I’m wrong but, it looks pretty dark out here right now.” You joked.

Neteyam was always so lighthearted and easy going, so your eyebrows furrowed at him when he continued to stare straight forward at the waterfall across the ravine. You had expected him to laugh or at least crack a smile like he always did at one of your jokes, but he looked conflicted when he answered. “I just… I had to get away from my parents for a little while. They’re driving me crazy.” He grumbled.

Oh my Eywa, I’m such an idiot. This is the first time in years we’ve been completely alone and I’ve already soured his mood.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No,” He interrupted, turning his head to look at you with a smile that instantly calmed your nerves. “Don’t feel bad, it is not your fault… Besides, I’m glad I came when I did. Had I gone earlier, I wouldn’t have gotten to see you.” His voice laced thick with his accent, you felt your stomach swarm with butterflies at the feeling of his large hand now resting atop yours. His warm yellow eyes glistened, looking even more beautiful to you than the stars above your heads. Your lips parted slightly while the two of you sat there appreciating each other’s presence, his smile growing wider when he cocked his head to the side at the apparent loss of your train of thought.

Your eyes fell from his and focused themselves on your overlapped hands so you could blush in peace, earning a quiet snicker and a head shake from him. “Yes...” you finally responded, looking back up once you confirmed your heart wouldn’t explode and ruin the moment. “It has been a while since we hung-out.” You smiled, your tone mellow.

The two of you sat with each other for a while. Time passed so quickly whenever you were around him that you didn’t even know how long it had been. You talked about everything. His parents, how your mother was doing, and overall what he’d been up to. There was never a boring moment with Neteyam. At one point you expressed interest in his training, but the excitement was not reciprocated so you dropped the topic and instead joined in stargazing with him.

“So… How was that meeting you had earlier, with your parents?” You cleared your throat and spoke up after a bit, breaking the silence.

He scoffed and scratched his head lightly, throwing his arm up in an annoyed gesture. “Stupid and unnecessary. They tell me the same thing everyday as if I don’t already know.”

“What is it now? Are they scolding you for Lo’ak’s antics again?” You giggled at his aggravated huff in response to your question, using this moment to your advantage and gently resting your head on his shoulder. You genuinely thought it would be something along those lines. But when he hesitated before letting you in on exactly what they were pestering him about, you became worried.

“They want me to find a mate. Soon.”

His shoulders tensed and you blinked in disbelief at his words, your body slouching slightly against his arm with disappointment. The words that left his lips were not at all what you had been expecting. “Oh…” Your voice was almost a whisper with how hushed it was and you were glad he couldn’t see your face right now. A thousand thoughts clouded your brain at once, were they due to surprise at what he said, or fear?

“I’m not ready.” His voice snapped you out of your pity party, and you remembered that this wasn’t about you. It was about him. You had to set aside your feelings and hear him out. You guys were just friends anyway, and what else are friends for, right?

You laughed dryly, cringing after at how forced it sounded. “I think you’re just nervous, Neteyam. Besides, you have loads of options to choose from. Any one of your admirers from earlier will do fine.” You shrugged and tried to sound as encouraging as possible, picking the petals from a flower that you had taken into your grasp after you removed your hand from his.

“None of those women will ever be my mate.” He stated sternly, as if he sounded offended that you had even suggested it. His voice was calm and the volume low, but the tone he said it in made your breath falter. “Those are not the kind of women I want. They only see me for my status in the clan.” He mumbled, his feelings sounding hurt.

You sat up and turned your body towards him, dipping your head to try and meet his avoidant eyes. “’Teyam…” you said solemnly. He still hadn’t met your eyes but his ears perked up slightly in response to the old nickname you had for him. Watching him pick blades of grass out of the ground to distract himself from the conversation, you sighed to yourself in frustration. Not at him, but at the fact that the constant reiteration of the importance of his training throughout the years really had him thinking such a thing. “Look at me.”

His head lifted slowly but his eyes wouldn’t stay on your face. He gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip, feeling embarrassed for even bringing it up.

“You-” grabbing his hand in both of yours, you shook it slightly for emphasis and squeezed firmly, “-are so much more than a title, and you know that. You are worth so much more. Do you hear me, Neteyam?” Your gaze held strong and your shyness had no control over you at this point. You wanted to make sure he understood what you were saying. You wanted to make sure he knew you were telling the truth. You needed him to.

His eyes finally locked on yours and it was his turn to feel shy this time. A small smile broke through his previous frown, and his eyes fell to your lips for a split second before he looked back up at you. “Okay.” He answered, sounding satisfied with your reassurance and stroking the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb as a thank you.

The air between the two of you felt electric when you remembered you were still holding his hand. Your chest began to rise and fall with weighted breaths when you noticed he seemed to be admiring your features. You cursed yourself for wondering what it would feel like to kiss him- thinking about how well your lips would pair with his. Your intense feelings for him had calmed slightly due to his absence, but now you felt them bubbling up and threatening to burst through the surface all over again.

A loud horn sounded suddenly, interrupting your thoughts and signaling the end of a day. The both of you jumped and your hands retracted, startled out of your intimate interaction.

“Oh my Eywa… I was supposed to be home almost an hour ago!” You exclaimed, sounding panicked as you rushed to grab your things.

Neteyam’s eyes widened and he immediately stood up, looking equally as panicked upon remembering what happened the last time he got you home late to your mother when you guys were younger.

“I-I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I distracted you.” Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he eagerly extended his free one out to help you up while sounding apologetic. “Come, I’ll take you home.”

You accepted his offer and allowed him to assist you to your feet, shaking your head repeatedly as you stood in front of him. “No, no. This is on me, I completely lost track of time.”

Though it wasn’t his fault you had stayed out much too late into the night, he was right about one thing. He was able to distract you so easily, you became clumsy in his presence. You mindlessly took a wrong step to the side, crying out in pain when your foot came in contact with the thorn bush you usually remember to avoid- it’s sharp and thick thorns piercing through your skin.

“What? What is it? What happened?” Neteyam questioned frantically, his voice loud and riddled with worry when you yelled and helplessly clutched onto his biceps for support.

Pain shot like lightning through your leg and with your eyes tightly shut you hissed out an answer. “M-my foot, I-” you managed to get out between sharp inhales, another cry of pain interrupting your sentence when you attempted to lower your foot to see if you could walk.

“No!” Neteyam spoke against your movement, sighing when his advice came too late. “You cannot walk like this, hold onto me and keep your foot raised.”

Now, if it didn’t feel like your entire leg was on fire, you probably would’ve crumbled at the feeling of his warm hand sliding between the fold behind your knee and lifting it slightly to assist you with his instructions. The two of you were in such a compromising position, yet you couldn’t even enjoy it.

“Maybe we should sit down-“

You hopped a bit and shook your head, sliding your arms around his neck to reduce the weight burdened on your free leg as he held your thigh. “The thorns, they’re poisonous,” you breathed out. “I have to get home.”

“Poi-“ His mouth fell open in shock, almost repeating the word that had alarmed him. His jaw clenched seeing you in pain, he felt bad knowing he wasn’t able to help. “Can you fly? Call your ikran, now.”

“I can’t-“

“How foolish of me, you probably cannot fly. We will go on mine.” Before you could get another word out he raised his pointer finger and thumb to his lips with haste, resulting in a crisp, loud whistle.

The truth is… you couldn’t fly even if you wanted to. You never tamed an Ikran of your own and you were deathly afraid of flying. Because of this, you traveled solely by foot and had no intention of changing that. Until now.

You squealed in fear when his Ikran dropped down onto the cliffside in an instant, turning and shielding your face from its sharp, flapping wings. “Neteyam-“

“Come, we must go. There’s no time.” He urged, his eyes locked on your trembling foot as he waited for you to move.

“Wait!” you raised your voice, only to get his attention. “I’m… I’m scared of flying. Terrified.” You gulped, now looking at the giant creature but careful to not make direct eye contact.

“You are?” His voice was soft, intent on not making you feel bad for something you couldn’t control. He looked conflicted. Neteyam was never the type of man to make you do something you didn’t want to do, but he truly had no choice. “[Y/n], I am sorry, but we must. We need to tend to your wound as soon as possible. I understand your fear, so I will tell her to fly slow. No sharp tuns or dips, yes?”

Closing your eyes for a second, you sighed and slowly nodded your head. You attempted to calm yourself and slow your breathing as best as you could, knowing there was no other option but to face your fear. He waited for you to prepare yourself before swooping his arm below your legs and lifting you off the ground gently.

You actually wanted to kick yourself. To be in his arms was everything you wanted and more, minus the raging pain paired with numbness that was slowly starting to travel past your toes. You tightened your hold on his neck once arriving at the Ikran’s saddle and he felt your body tense against him.

“Mawey, [Y/n]. It will be alright, I promise.” Delicately placing you down on the back of his Ikran, he motioned for you to swing your other leg over before climbing on in front of you. “Hold here.” He reached behind him and grasped your hands, bringing them forward and positioning your palms to lay flat on his toned chest.

Your heart was beating so fast, you were surprised you even heard his voice through the loud thumping ringing in your ears.

“You feel my heart?”

“Y-yes.” You nodded almost as soon as the question left his mouth. His heart was the only thing you could feel. Hell, you couldn’t even feel your legs but you knew the numbing poison hadn’t travelled through your bloodstream that fast. You prayed they would regain feeling so you wouldn’t fall off this giant bird.

“Slow your breathing, listen to the beat of my heart and allow yours to do the same.” He instructed calmly, fastening his hands on the reigns.

You swallowed what felt like a giant lump in your throat, scooting closer to him and leaning forward to press your front against his back as he prepared to take off. The feeling of your skin against his was enough to make your breath shudder, but you really couldn’t use anymore excitement right now. “What if I fall?” You whispered.

“Nonsense,” He chuckled lowly and the vibration of his voice could be felt against your cheek. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

You pulled back ever so slightly, your mouth agape and your eyes staring at the back of his head in disbelief at how easily those words came to him. However, your moment of pondering was cut short when he beckoned his Ikran to take off, your grip retightening and your body gluing back to his instantly. The large animal squawked before plunging itself off the cliff, resulting in a frightened scream from you.

“Tamtam, Saya. We have a new rider with us, and she’s a bit fearful.” Pulling up slightly, he used one of his hands to softly pat her strong neck to soothe her. The animal listened to his demands, flying steadily and slowing her pace to a gentle glide through the air. “How are you doing back there?” He asked, as if your nails digging crescent marks into his pecs couldn’t give him the answer he searched for.

Finally opening your eyes, you carefully peeked over your shoulder and peered down at the forest below you, letting out a small gasp. Softening the grip you had on the man in front of you, your eyes twinkled with admiration. “Neteyam, i-it’s beautiful…” you spoke in awe. You had never seen the forest from above until now and experiencing such a sight with him made you feel as if you had been missing out this entire time. You almost completely forgot about the fear that consumed you just a few minutes prior.

After a few more minutes, Saya began to descend in front of your home- pulling you out of the spell the beauty of the forest had cast on you. The flight came to a gradual halt and her wings flapped in place to cushion the landing as much as possible. You saw the flickering of candle flame illuminating from inside.

Oh no. Please don’t be awake, please don’t be awake, please do not be awake.

Silently cursing yourself, you removed your hands from Neteyam’s chest. You secretly pouted at the sudden lack of warmth, but right now you had bigger issues to tend to- one of them being facing your mother. Neteyam dismounted swiftly, giving you a reassuring look and allowing you time to slide one of your arms around his neck before lifting you off, carrying you bridal style. “Not so bad, huh?”

Both your heads snapped to the entrance of your home as you watched your mother run out before you could answer him. “[Y/N!]” She yelled, not caring if her voice carried to the other homes. “Where have you been?!”

She looked worried sick, you felt terrible.

“Neteyam?” She questioned, obviously confused as to why he was with you- or maybe why you weren’t standing on your own two feet.

“Hi Ma…” You started, earning an angry glare from her. “I can explain.”

She whipped a hand up and closed her fingers, effectively silencing you as she turned her gaze back to Neteyam. “Young man, what were you doing with my daughter, this late in the night?” Her voice was eerily calm.

He lowered his head slightly to show respect. “I am sorry, I will explain everything… but your daughter is injured and we must tend to it, immediately.”

Her expression changed instantly, her eyes searching to find a wound until she noticed your swollen foot. “Oh my goodness… Come!” She demanded, urging Neteyam to bring you into the house.

“Place her down, here. Gently.”

He did as he was told and crouched down, removing his arm from beneath your legs once you sat down completely. He ran his now sweaty hands along his thighs and with his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ he exhaled nervously, standing and obediently placing himself against the wall. He looked scared shitless and was more than happy to remove his hands from your skin in the presence of your agitated mother. You looked up at him apologetically, mouthing a silent ‘I’m sorry’.

You winced in pain at your throbbing foot, taking over for Neteyam and explaining to your mother what had happened before she could ask again. “I-I stepped in a thorn bush,” You paused, reluctantly continuing your sentence. “the poisonous one…”

She hissed in distaste, her back to you as she gathered what was needed to make medicine. “Everyday you go out, what do I tell you?” She seethed.

“Be care-“

“To be careful!” She cut you off before you could finish and you winced again, but not because of your foot. She lowered herself to the ground and propped your foot up on her leg to examine it. “You are lucky, child. The thorns could have broken off in your foot and put you in much worse shape.” She grumbled, wetting a cloth and using it to clean the dried blood from your skin.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I lost track of time and got distracted.” The pain began to subside as the poison completely numbed your foot, now working its way up your calf.

You watched her gaze shift to a nervous Neteyam who stood stiff and silent against the walls of your hut, looking at him suspiciously while he tried to find the right words to use.

“Ma, please.” You pleaded, your voice bringing her attention back to you like you wanted. “It was not like that, I swear it. He found me after I stepped on the thorns, had it not been for him I would not have been able to make it back.” You had lied a bit, but it was mostly the truth. “He had nothing to do with this, it was all my fault. He only helped me home, Mama.” You didn’t want her blaming Neteyam for something that wasn’t his doing, he had enough of that at home. Your mother was extremely protective over you because of what happened to your father, you were all she had left so she always came on strong at first when it concerned you.

She became quiet in a moment of contemplation, “I apologize, Neteyam. Thank you for bringing my daughter back to me safely.” She nodded her head, looking up at Neteyam with gratitude this time.

He smiled shyly as if it were no big deal, holding his arm with one hand as he dropped his head and shook it from from side to side, his braids following suit. He hadn’t changed a bit. Always quick to take the blame, but never to accept praise.

“Will your parents be angry with you?” You chimed in, looking at him worriedly. He already had so much on his plate, you felt bad at the thought of contributing. You relaxed slightly once he shook his head in attempt to assure you that he would be okay.

“It is fine, really. Making sure you are safe is far more important to me.” He responded, looking into your eyes and keeping them there until your mother cleared her throat to remind the two of you of her presence. “Ah, but I really should be going. It is late.” He swallowed, managing to tear his eyes away from your face. “Will she be alright?”

Your mother nodded, wiping the wet cloth along the sole of your foot once more. “Yes, thanks to you. Please, greet your parents for me?”

You watched as he brought two fingers up to his forehead then brought them back down with a slight bow, respectfully acknowledging your mother and excusing himself.

“Goodnight…” You sent him off with a coy wave, bringing your fingers up to gently rest against your lips as you watched him leave. The second he was out of your sight, everything that had just transpired in the last hour and a half began to wash back over you.

Thanking Eywa that your mother’s back was turned to grab few ingredients for an ointment, you looked to the side and picked up your bag, feeling slightly guilty. “I brought your herbs, mama. I’m sorry you have to waste them on me.” Your voice trailed off as you ushered them off in her direction.

“Nonsense. When it comes to you, nothing is a waste. We can always get more herbs, but I only have one of you. Do you understand?” She reassured, her hand on your cheek to comfort you before reaching for your bag. “You mean much more to me than any of these things.”

Your shoulders relaxed and you leaned into her touch with a sweet smile and a nod, grateful you had such a caring mother. You watched as she expertly ground up the herbs with a bit of aloe vera, her technique crafting it into paste that would aid in the healing of your injury. She dipped two of her fingers into the bowl, gently applying it to the puncture marks in your flesh.

“So…” She started, her voice laced with curiosity.

You groaned, bringing your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment as you already knew a boatload of questions were about to follow. Regardless of how tough your mother could be with him, she was surprisingly supportive of your crush on Neteyam and even encouraged it. You always made sure to tell her what a respectful young man he was.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” She laughed, grabbing the bandage next to her and wrapping it around your foot as she continued. “Look, I just think you should go for it. You should to tell him how you feel, don’t you think he deserves to know?”

You sighed and looked down at your hands, twiddling with your fingers as you thought of what to say. “I don’t know Ma… I don’t want to get hurt. His parents want him to find a mate now, but he said he isn’t ready.”

“My sweet child,” Your mom took your hands into hers, causing you to look up at her. “He is waiting for you.”

a/n: Alright y’all, the first part of my Neteyam x reader series is doneeee ahh I’m so excited!! Isn’t Neteyam the sweetest? 🙈 I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! It took about three days and so many grueling proof reads, so if they’re still any typos I missed I apologize. 😅 I am actively tweaking my brain for more ideas for the upcoming parts, so please forgive me if part 2 takes a second to drop. lmk if you want to be tagged! 💞

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My Ride

Thai 2022

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest, and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple.

Takara & Amagi AKA Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

Japan 2022 I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this BL. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes.

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Taiwan 2023

The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

Japan 2023

This style of live action yaoi really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat than we usually get from Japan's HEA stuff, and that part is also very well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's great, but watching requires more patience than usual, even for Japan.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku

Japan 2023

A lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. I was always gonna love this show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me as the best of what Japan can do with softness (like Restart After Come Back Home). It’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, but that's OK with me. This is a very safe show for anyone to watch.

Step By Step

Thai 2023

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This office romance between a stern boss and sweet subordinate felt more authentic to cubical work than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. That authenticity added tension to the narrative and its characters development (how novel). I also really enjoyed the charming side characters and the brothers' relationship to each other (although I could have done without that brother's side BL).

Long Time No See

Korea (Strongberry) 2017

Catfishing assassins on either side of a turf war who fall in love not knowing they are on opposite sides. Or do they? Suspenseful plot, good fight sequences, mature characters, hot sexitimes and even hotter beating the shit out of each other and kissing while covered in blog (this came from KOREA?), plus an HEA. One of the hidden gems of the BL genre.

About Youth

Taiwan 2022

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweet and colored by real world authenticity and grit.

Some of these shows ALSO appeared on Viki or iQIYI, but these BLs will appear only once on these round up posts (here for Gaga), not on the other platforms top 10.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that aired on Gaga (or was taken off the platform) after that date.

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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may i request one where joel finds comfort hugging reader in a bone crushing hug after a long day 👉👈

do with it what you will fluff angst spice ill take them allll i just want this man to crush me and id welcome it hehe

AN | One bone-crushing hug with a side of angst and softness coming right up 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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You looked at the watch on your wrist and sighed softly. The watch didn't work. It hadn't for a long time.

But he'd given it to you and that made it special. You'd never taken it off, even when the battery died. He insisted he'd get you a new watch or even a new battery at the very least. You never took him up on the offer; it didn't matter to you whether or not ticked away as long as you had it.

Normally it served as a bit of reassurance. Today it served as a reminder that he was gone. Not gone, but gone for long enough that you were starting to get worried. Not that you would ever admit that to anyone. You didn't want to appear weak, but you also didn't want to cause anyone else to worry.

But this wasn't like Joel; he was never gone for more than two or three days at most.

It had been over a week.

And not knowing what happened to your lover was brutal.

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"Worryin' isn't going to solve anything."

"Well, not worrying isn't solving anything either," you threw a hard look at Tommy and shrugged before going back to your relentless pacing, "so if I have the option, I'll choose worrying."

"It's probably the bad weather," he mused, and you were sure he was trying to convince himself of that as much as you, "could be a lot of things. Jumping to the worst possible conclusion isn't…"

"I love your eternal optimism," you stood in front of the windows and looked towards the gate as you often did, "but I'd rather expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised when he comes back. Versus the alternative."

The younger Miller brother nodded before letting out a long sigh, "I know."

"I'm scared, Tommy. It was supposed to be a simple supply run," stopping suddenly, you turned to him, eyes glittering with unscheduled tears, "what if he doesn't come back? It shouldn't have taken this long. I don't know what I'll do. I-I…"

He remained but hugged you tightly, trying to soak in all the worry and doubt you had. If it was an option, he would have taken all the worry and fear from you and dealt with it himself. If only.

"Why don't you go home for now and get some rest?" he suggested softly, wiping away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, "I'll stay here. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Tommy-"

"Go and be with the kids," he whispered as your heart panged. You knew Ellie was just as worried about you, but she was the glue holding you all together right now, "they need you too."

"Okay," you nodded, "thank you."

"It'll be okay," he promised and you desperately wanted to hang onto his hope. All you could do was give him a small nod.

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By the time you got home, you were spent and felt like you could use a year long nap. You closed the door behind out and let out a long sigh, letting go of everything you'd been holding back as you kicked your shoes off.

You heard Ellie's voice in the living accompanied by a small set of giggles. Your heart softened at the sound and your heart yearned to be with them. You shred your coat before making your way over to them, Ellie on the floor on a big fluffy blanket as she played with the little girl. Your little girl; but really they were both your girls.

The two of them stopped as soon as they heard you, Ellie offering you a small smile and Emma babbling and cooing happily. There had never been anyone you'd loved more than these two…and Joel.

You walked over to them and sat down, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie's head before pulling the baby into your lap. She squirmed as she tried to hug onto you, "she's been really talkative today. As much as a one-year-old can be."

"I wonder who she gets that from," she teased, causing the girl to grin sheepishly.

"Definitely not Joel."

"Definitely not Joel," you agreed. You sat back against the couch let out a long breath as you pulled up your legs and laid Emma against them, giving her tickles which only caused her to laugh harder.

"She looks like him," Ellie stroked her rosy, chubby cheek as you nodded. She had the same big, brown eyes and roguish hair, her expression often appearing as though she was deep in thought, "he's going to be okay, you know."

"Ellie…"

"I mean it," she insisted in that steadfast way she often did, "he'd never leave you or her o-or…"

"You," you finished for her, "we're all family, Ellie Bean."

"Yeah," she sat next to you and leaned her head on your shoulder, "he'll come back. Nothing would stop him."

"You're right," and god, you hoped she and Tommy were right, "he'll be home soon."

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Several more agonizing days passed without any word, and the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach felt like it was going to eat you alive. Even Ellie, happy, optimistic Ellie, was started to show signs of worry. She’d never admit it, but she didn’t have to; it was written all over your face. You were just glad that Emma was still a baby and wouldn’t remember any of this.

That thought alone had led you down a rabbit hole of worry. What if he didn’t come back? What if she never got to see her father again? What if she didn’t remember him? How were you supposed to raise and take care of Ellie and Emma all on your own?

You groaned as you startled awake for what was the umpteenth night in a row. You hadn’t been sleeping much; every time you managed to fall deep enough into slumber, the dreams - nightmares - came again and caused you to wake up. Most of the time you ended up giving up on sleep and would sit in the kitchen, nursing a mug of tea that grew cold as the sun came up.

A book was currently in front of you, one you’d read a hundred times before, but you weren’t actually taking anything in. Your mind kept wandering, wandering, wandering. You were so lost in thought and so zoned out at the same time that you almost missed the pounding on the door. You almost ran to the door when you snapped back into reality, trying to keep the noise from waking the girls up.

When you got to the door, you wretched it open without even looking to see who it was. It was Tommy, wild-eyed and looking somewhere between excited and nervous.

“Come,” he didn’t hesitate to grab your arm as he pulled you out of the door, “come.”

“What’s going on?” you looked at him, confused but going along with him. You noticed that the front gate was closing and a group of people were nearby. The hairs on your arms stood up as a shiver ran down your spine, “Tommy?”

The crowd slowly parted and you felt like your heart felt like it stopped in your chest. Part of you wondered if you were dreaming, but you felt Tommy squeeze your shoulder, “go.”

Your feet were carrying you, faster and faster until the rest of the crowd dissipated and you found yourself face to face with him.

“Joel,” you hadn’t even realized you were crying, weren’t consciously aware of anything else but him.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything else before he threw his arms around you, wrapping into the tightest, most bone-crushing hug imaginable. You didn’t care; you wouldn’t have cared if his touch bruised you black and blue. It was him, he was home, he was here.

You held him back just as fiercely, and you could physically feel the tension in his body ease as he let himself relax into your familiar touch. You weren’t even sure how long he you, how long you clung onto his body before you finally parted.

He took your face in his hands, his touch calloused but tender as he studied, almost as if he too didn’t believe you were real. He looked worse for the wear, but nothing unmanageable, nothing that would take him from you. And then he smiled, the same wonderful, lovely smile that made his dimple appear and the corners of his eyes crinkle, “sweet, beautiful abejita. I heard you were already planning my funeral.”

A moment of silence passed before you burst into laughter, tears - this time of joy and happiness - running down your face. Joel brushed them all away before kissing you softly. There was no way to properly put into words how much you’d missed this, him. When you pulled back you felt his arms wrap around your waist, “even if you didn’t come back, I’d find you and kill you myself if you thought you were going to get away with leaving me with two monsters to raise on my own.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” you buried your face into his chest and breathed him in. It didn’t matter that he was sweaty and dirty; him being here was enough, “you and that mouth and everything else about you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you looped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, hugging him as you rocked back and forth, “I love you.”

“Terribly,” he agreed in the way that he was prone to doing, “I’ll always come back home to my girls. Even if I have to come crawling back.”

“Joel!” the small voice came from behind you. You turned to find Ellie there, holding a warmly bundled up Emma in her arms. Word got around fast, “you’re back.”

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his girls, dropping to his knees in front of them as he looked them both over. The baby, miraculously, was still sleeping, but he stroked her cheek before repeating the gesture on Ellie. She swallowed thickly, tears unshed in her eyes as he hugged the two of them, gently, delicately.

“I missed you both,” he promised, not that there had ever been a question on that. Ellie nodded, at a loss for words, “what, kid? No smart comment from you?”

“No,” she shook her head, a few tears falling down her cheeks, “I missed you. I’m glad you’re home, Joel.”

“Me too,” he promised, turning back to find you watching them with nothing but reverent fondness in your eyes, as you smiled at him, “me too.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

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aerkame · 1 year

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I just needed to get this out but reader cuddling with wally from the alive au cause everyone else is busy but him and reader just needs some cuddles

Ah yes, I can honestly imagine that. Sometimes Wally feels like the only person that really understands the reader. He isn't as clueless on feelings or how things work in this world like the others. If anything he probably craves physical touch after having come to life.

(This takes place in the Alive AU)

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It was a rainy afternoon by the time Wally finished another painting, something you had helped him with by getting the supplies he needed, you truly are a kind host.

Perhaps, it was time that he gave you something in return for your kindness. His friends were also keen on this as well, though they all had different ideas of what to give you. Wally was sure of what he wanted as a gift however, it would take quite some time to make.

Wally stood from his stool to go wash his hands off in the bathroom. He stood there, letting the feeling of cool water glide over his cartoonish skin. It still felt odd to him really.

He has always been a puppet for as long as he could remember. Wally Darling, the star puppet of a now forgotten kids show. He was so so lonely before, watching the years go by and collecting dust on an empty shelf in that antique store. Wally wasn't that lonely puppet anymore though, he was something entirely new. His friends, previously existing as only fictional characters, weren't so fictional once you picked both him and the "dead" puppet characters up. It's like you had a magic in you to bring life into them. What a wonderful person you were.

"Hey Mr.Darling..." You poked your head into the bathroom to greet him. Wally only sighed, you didn't need to be so formal all the time.

"Please dear, you may call me Wally, we've known each other for a while now." A smile crept onto his face. "But...if you're so insistent on calling me that, I might as well call you Darling as well. You are a sweet little darling to me after all.~"

A towel was thrown into his face that Wally caught with ease, looking back to you to see a reddened face. He loved it when you were flustered.

"Wally! We're not even married!" You knew he wasn't as innocent as the others so you really had no issue with scolding him on that. "I...I was going to ask if you wanted anything special for brunch." You kept trying to fan your cheeks, a habit he took notice of when you got flustered.

"Hmm...Let's see." He hummed in thought "Would French Toast be alright?" Goodness, he'd love that right now. The way you added cinnamon-dipped apple slices to it always made him yearn for more.

"Alright, I'll get started on that now since it'll take a while." You gave him a soft smile before turning to head to the kitchen. Wally left to sit in the living room while he waited, deciding to read the newspaper with one leg crossed over the other. A thought popped up in his mind. When did you start smiling like that? It was more...loving, not like your usual smiles. Maybe he was just imagining things. He felt warmth creeping onto his cheeks, a new feeling he was not used to.

Wally made an audible sigh as he leaned further into the couch not taking notice of his grip tightening.

Some time passed by as he read, foot tapping against the floor to the rhythm of the radio in the background.

"Alrighty! Brunch is ready, but you should probably wait a bit, it's pretty hot right now." You set the food on the coffee table in front of the couch plopping down next to Wally leaving him startled. That was rare. You didn't mind Wally eating here sometimes since you knew he never makes a mess. Also because the dinner table was currently littered with Julie's and Eddie's arts and crafts.

"Ah, thank you darling..." He mumbled, taking notice of the now torn paper from having gripped it too tightly. You gave him a concerned look.

"Wally, are you okay?"

Leaning against you on the plush pillows he wrapped an arm over your shoulders, trapping you against his side. "I am now." His face was so close to yours...unlike last time though, you leaned into his body and softly took his head in your hands, guiding him to lay down in your lap face up.

You bent down to grab the food off the table, handing it to Wally for him to eat. He wouldn't grab the plate, keeping his arm around you, face nuzzled into your torso instead. "Would you be a dear and cut it for me please?" The smug grin that you were so used to seeing finally revealed itself. You were feeling a little playful today though, so you indulged him.

"Alright Mr.Pompadour, open wide." You teased, digging the fork into a cinnamon apple slice, holding it up to his mouth.

He stared at it for a second with a blush dusting his cheeks before slowly taking a bite, enjoying the delicious sensations on his tongue, a recent ability he gained now no longer needing to stare at food to eat it. Piece by piece you slowly fed him brunch, allowing Wally to lay in your lap the whole time.

You set the plate aside once he was finished. Wally still had those dreamy eyes and dusted red cheeks as he stared straight up at you.

"You know, you truly are the most."

On second thought, trying to write fanfiction while lacking enough sleep might not have been a good idea. There are so many spelling mistakes I had to fix in this and I'm not sure if I got them all. On the bright side I'm really getting the hang of writing more now.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh #fanfiction #welcome home fanfiction #welcome home wally darling #welcome home wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling #fluff #my writing #requests closed #asks open #au #welcome home au #welcome home alive au #welcome home arg au #alive au

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aroacewxs · 7 months

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just to clarify that a majority of these are just my personal experiences and that i am simply projecting my feelings onto these funny theatre kids. aromanticism is a SPECTRUM and this is simply where i fall on it. i hope some of it possibly makes sense to an aroace spec folk out there. I Am Bad At Words Sometimes

tsukasa who misses romantic social cues like how he (probably) misses flies with a fly swatter. tsukasa who doesn't understand what's so special about a boy and a girl being friendly classmates. tsukasa whose only perception of romance is from the musicals and movies he watches. tsukasa who studies these musicals and movies down to the very bone to understand what being in love feels like for a show role and feeling hopelessly dejected when it doesn't work. tsukasa and his stupid tribute to romeo and juliet with scientifically incorrect terminology and a cheesy, overdramatic monologue about marrying the love of his life

emu who doesn't understand the social rules behind affection and what defines romantic affection vs. platonic affection. emu who has been misunderstood over and over for her friendliness. emu who feels giddy when her friend gets into a romantic relationship but feels indifferent to romance when it involves herself. emu who feels fulfilled and perfectly satisfied with the relationships she has now and doesn't yearn for something else. emu who doesn't understand why wanting "more" is so important to others. emu who loves to hug and hold hands with her friends and kiss their cheeks without a care in the world

nene who doesn't spare a single thought for dating because she believes the possibility of her becoming romantically involved is little to none, especially when she feels like she still struggles with befriending her classmates. nene who has panicked before, worrying that she was falling behind with the rest of her peers and would be left out. nene who has tried imagining romantic scenarios with random people in her life to see how she feels about it, only to clasp her hand over her mouth in disgust and have to take a walk around her room to clear her head. nene who admires the inspiring relationships the characters in her video games have with one another and wonders why she can't feel the same romantic admiration for somebody else in her own life.

rui who spent his entire life wondering if he really was a heartless monster, not just because he was considered a freak by his classmates, but because he simply could not reciprocate romantic feelings. rui who feels like a mere member of the audience, not the performer onstage or the director behind the scenes when observing romantic relationships. rui whose love in his heart would be considered lesser and unimportant because we live in an amatonormative world that ranks romantic and sexual love as the highest degree of love a human being can have. rui who grows to accept that he is not broken and not a robot and that love isn't something that makes somebody a human being. rui who learns to embrace how much he values the love in his own life, from how his chest warms during rehearsals with wxs to the raw excitement from discovering something new while twiddling with mechanical parts, to the dedication he has for his craft and the things others would consider trivial.

wxs who are just so incredibly aromantic and asexual

#project sekai #wxs #wxs rui #wxs nene #wxs emu #wxs tsukasa #kamishiro rui #kusanagi nene #ootori emu #tenma tsukasa #asexual #aromantic #aroace #actually aroace #headcanon #i am projecting

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earth616variant · 1 year

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mama, it's cap | steve rogers

summary | Your daughter only knows one Captain America and it's definitely not Steve Rogers.

words | 2k

genres | angst, fluff, parents au, exes au, second chance au

pairing | steve rogers x reader

warnings | -

notes | i'll give the uncles their own drabble later. for now, this is mostly steve's perspective. let me know your thoughts! reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :)

main masterlist | series masterlist

“Steve, man, you need to relax.”

Sam tapped on Steve’s shoulder, noticing how stiff his posture is in front of the mirror. After years of being Steve’s teammate and close friend, Sam already witnessed how fearless he is. But now, for the first time, he can actually see their former leader being tensed. Not because of another outer space purple alien or battle to face, but because he is going to meet someone special today.

“What if she’ll hates me?” Steve asked, looking back to Sam with worry written all over his face.

“Are we talking about Sandy or Y/N?” Sam quipped. But the reaction on his friend’s face didn’t change at all. He crossed his arms, “Look, Steve. They won’t hate you. Sandy is the nicest kid I know. Bucky even calls her sunshine. She’s friendly and kind to everyone. She rarely showed any dislike for anyone or anything. I’m sure everything will go smoothly later.”

“How about–”

“Yeah, I know she ran away the moment she saw you.” Sam rolled his eyes. “But can you blame her?”

Steve didn’t answer. He remembered that rainy night he saw you for the first time after coming back. He already anticipated anger from you since he was the one who asked for a break-up after their time-travel mission and battle with Thanos. But what was unexpected was the little girl, who was hiding behind your leg, that you referred to as your daughter before pausing in shock. Before he can even say anything more, you immediately left with the kid as you blink away the tears he noticed.

Alone, confused, and drenched in the rain. He stood there as your bus left. He didn’t understand everything that happened. Just like how Bruce explained to him a day ago that it had already been five years since he left. He was staying alone in Banner’s free apartment in the city ever since he came back and just a few hours after he saw you again, Sam and Bucky are both standing at his door, still in uniform.

And man, it was not a happy reunion. The duo was surprised to see him. Sam’s open mouth almost reached the floor while Bucky glared at him, jaw clenched. Sam did all the talking and explained that they just came from a mission when they heard that he is back. He willingly answered questions Steve had. Except for one.

“She was pregnant when you left.”

With his arms crossed over his chest, Bucky told him coldly. Silence took over the whole apartment after that. Steve had to process everything in his head while his two friends watched. The kid, the one who was with you. She’s mine. Mine. It repeated over and over again. The regret, questions, confusion, and surprise are all mixed in.

“Steve, I know that this is a lot. But we’ll help you.” Sam tried to assure him, even tagging the seemingly mad Bucky along, “Right, Bucky?”

His best friend answered with a single nod. They did help him. Steve moved out from Bruce’s to Bucky’s apartment unit since he had an extra room. Sam would join them every day because he was the only one who talks. He took over the couch. At the end of the week, he learned a lot of stories about your pregnancy and even Sandy. His heart already swells with stories about her and he started to yearn for meeting her. Also, he wants to talk to you ever since he came back.

Finally, exactly a week since that rainy night, Sam told Steve that you are open for him to meet Sandy.

“That’s her house. The blue one.” Sam pointed out as he drives closer to it.

Your house…is something familiar to Steve’s memory. It was a single-family home, not too far from the city. You have a beautiful front yard and he can notice the colorful chalk doodles on your cement walkway, obviously drawn by a little kid.

“You know, this house, she bought it herself as soon as she learned she was pregnant. We were surprised. But she said she’s been saving up for this.” Sam shared as they walked to the pathway.

Steve nodded quietly, he knows. You and Steve already planned on buying a home just like this before. Everything was already planned out. The kids, pets, every design and furniture to be put in the house. You two already imagined it before while cuddling together on the brown couch in your old apartment.

‘WeLCoME!’

A word is written before your front door with the last letter written in a mirrored way. He smiled, reading it. Sam clicked on the doorbell and Steve tried to stay calm, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He held on to the gift bags he brought. He thought of buying something for this day after he heard stories.

Suddenly, they heard hurried footsteps inside the house. It was followed by an excited voice, “Mama, they’re here! They are here!”

As if that’s not enough to soothe Steve, he heard a familiar, heartwarming chuckle, “I know, I know, love! Don’t open the door. Wait for mama!”

Sam looked back at Steve and gave him a soft pat on his arm. He exhaled and tried to smile. Hopefully, the butterflies in his stomach calm down. A few seconds later, the door slowly opened and all the butterflies started playing around again when he sees you standing there. You swiftly glanced from him to Sam and his heart never relaxed again. You were about to greet them when someone cuts you off.

“Mama, it’s Cap!”

His heart skips as he heard the excitement in your child’s voice behind you. Her baby blue eyes scream for joy as she ran in his direction with open arms. Expecting a warm embrace, Steve watched with the broadest smile. Until she passed by him like a chilly wind blow, he turned his head and saw Sandra hugging Sam, who chuckles as he lifted her in his arms.

“Uh-oh! Looks like you are growing up really fast, Sandra. I might not be able to carry you next time I go here.”

The little kid giggled, “That’s lilly. You’re Captain America! You can do anything!”

Steve tried to tear his eyes away, looking down at his feet. Of course, he will run to Sam. He is the Captain America for five years now. And you, who stood before them, watched as all of it happened. You quickly spotted Steve’s expression transitioning from Sarah running towards them, passing by him, and jumping to her favorite uncle. Steve meets your eyes and you can read the mixture of sadness and frustration in his eyes. You broke eye contact and cleared your throat,

“You guys should come inside. Sandy and I are going to do something.” you feigned excitement as you talk to your daughter.

“Baking! We’re baking ‘nick-uh-toodles!” Sandra stutters adorably. She didn’t even give a pinch of attention to Steve, only talking to Sam.

“Is that so? Then, we should go inside!”

Sam carefully let down Sandra from his arms. She easily pulled his hand inside your house, leaving you and Steve alone. You looked at Steve with the plainest look he has ever seen from you. He swore that he prepared words to say to you but just by your stare, it was all gone. You pursed your lips.

“She meant snickerdoodles. We’re working with her s.” you clarified awkwardly. “Come on in?”

“Yeah, sure..” he mumbled before stepping into your home. He waited for you to close the door before handing you the bags. “Uh, I bought these. Sam said she loves them.”

“Oh, yeah… Thanks. But you should give it to her later, personally. I’ll introduce you to her.” you said carefully before walking ahead of him.

Steve followed behind you. He cannot help but travel his eyes around your house. A couple of picture frames were displayed on the wall. One has a colorful doodle that he assumes was Sandy’s masterpiece. Next to it is an image of an infant sleeping in a bassinet. And lastly, there was a seemingly recent snap of you and Sandy in matching pastel blue sundresses. Both are pretty and all smiley.

“Sandy, come here first,” you called her as you entered the kitchen with the former Captain America catching up behind you.

She was sitting on the kitchen island so she had to turn to Sam to help her, “Thank you, Cap.”

And Steve would be lying if he say that it didn’t cause another crack in his heart. Steve watched as you slowly got down to her level when she stood in front of you.

“Sandra, I want you to meet someone. Okay?” you began softly and Sandy replied with a curious nod. You signaled your head to Steve, asking him to come closer. He copied you and almost kneel to your daughter’s height. “Uh… This is Steve.”

You paused, breathing in and out. Sandy took that short time to repeat the name, “‘Teve?”

Steve cannot help but let out a small, low chuckle. Not because she had troubles with her s, but hearing his name from her soft, tiny voice is one of the most amazing things he has ever heard in life.

“Yeah, love. Steve.” you forced a smile but he knows with the shaking of your voice that you are just stopping yourself from tearing up. “He… He is your father.”

“Like a daddy? Like Bella’s?” Sandra quickly picked up, relating the term to her best friend.

“Yes, you’re right!” you tried to sound cheery but the rim of your eyes is starting to get glossy. To turn Sandy’s attention away from you, you looked at him, “Right, Steve?”

Sandy moved her big, hopeful eyes to him while you quickly wipe away any tears. And Steve doesn’t know who the hell Bella is but he nods, matching the gentle energy you put in your tone, “Yes, Sandy. I’m your dad.”

Maybe Steve expected more. Like maybe a strong embrace. Like the one earlier with Sam when they were at the front door. But Sandy, being the purest person in the room, slowly showed a smile while looking at him, “Wow.”

Steve doesn’t want to get it wrong since she genuinely sounds amazed and maybe surprised. Like when a dazed kid sees a rainbow in the sky. It was a long, slow but stunning wow. Her icy-blue eyes sparkled more. It was the most beautiful pair Steve has seen other than yours. The more he looked at her small, adorable face, the more he feels pride inside of him seeing a mix of you and him.

“And I brought you a gift.” Steve continued, showing her the gift bags he have.

She immediately accepted the bags. But first, she looked at you for permission. “Mama?”

“You can open it, love. It’s yours!” you smiled.

As soon as her eyes peeked inside one of the bags, she squealed. Her small feet are even tapping on the ground. Both you and Steve watched in adoration.

She beamed, “Duckie!”

Her hands held a plushie of a yellow, chubby duck with very tiny orange feet. Steve bought it after Sam and Bucky told him how much Sandy loves anything with that animal. She hugged it in her arms, “I love it!”

At last, she took steps toward Steve. She wrapped her short arms around his neck, squishing the stuffed toy in between, “Thank you, ‘Teve!”

“Your welcome, sweetheart.” he laughed and hugged her back.

It was warm and heart-melting. Steve sees you putting on a small, tight smile before getting up. He hoped you’ll join in for the hug. But it’s fine. He knows he still has a lot of things to do and learn. He also needs to talk to you. It will take time but he’s willing to offer all of his to you and Sandy. But for now, this is good.

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imagintheworldaway · 8 months

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The Right Kind Of Love

A/N Super short, super angst, super cringe, we love that no?

Requests: Open

Watching the moon glisten on the water of the Thames almost makes you forget about the murky brown colour the river usually sports. The rhythmic horns of black cabs mixed with the occasional siren and shout created a very special white noise. I watched as the lights of the apartment slowly faded, as tenants started retiring to their beds.

I was brought out of my trance by a blanket being wrapped around my shoulders. “This is why you’re always ill” Harry's usually goofy voice said, concern underlining his words. “Do you ever regret it?” I sighed, as he positioned himself next to me, close enough that I could feel his warmth but still far enough away that my body still yearned for his touch.

A silence dawned upon us, as Harry thought carefully about his next words. “Sometimes” was all he said. I cocked my head, my eyes still trained to the water, my silence urging him to elaborate more. “I love you Y/N, i really do, but we both know it isn't the right kind of love” i giggled a bit, a sad smile finding its place on my face. “The right kind of love” I repeated his words.

“It is sad, once upon a time I thought this would be it you know?” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “You, me, our place looking over the city, a life of fun and friends, us against the world” I took a break to let out a sigh “happiness, you know?” i finished. I finally moved to look at Harry's handsome features. His face half illuminated by the same moon that was gracing the river. strong , rugged features, tousled hair, protruding muscles, a very different man than when we met. When I met Harry he wasn’t a man though, he was just a boy, a kid, we both were, and that is who i fell in love with.

Studying his features I rested my head against the wall, one leg tucked under me and the blanket keeping me warm. “You’ve changed Y/N” Harry said, meeting my eyes. “You are so amazing, I hate how it didn’t work. I hate me, i hate our friends, i hate us and i hate you a little” Harry smirked. “Shut up” I giggled. “If you hate me so much you wouldn’t keep coming back” i said biting my lip, the events of the past evening starting to cloud my memory. “I just can’t help myself” Harry jabbed playfully back.

We took an opportunity to just stare at each other. Everyone knew our past, everyone rooted for us at one point in time. But people grow, people change, people love and people get hurt. “I never meant to hurt you, you know that right?” We have this conversation every time, and everytime the guilt of our past, of my past, seems to overwhelm me. “I know, i wouldn't be here if i didn't” Harry smiled at me. “We were kids Y/N, young, dumb, full of fun and stupid decisions, both of us were.” he continued.

I took a second to consider my next words. “In another life, it would have worked, i love you, i just wish i loved you more than i do” i said meeting his eyes once again. “So do i Y/N, so do i”

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hawkinsbnbg · 7 months

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Steve always acted aloof because he knew firsthand how painful it was to care too much and feel too deep.

He didn't want to be hurt anymore so he stopped caring and just stood by watching life go on around him.

Ironically, his standoffish attitude attracted people, giving off the mysterious vibe that teenage girls always dug.

Yet, somehow, he wasn't satisfied with their affections because they were always a bit too fake, a bit too superficial for him to stay ignorant.

It wasn't until Nancy Wheeler that he started feeling something outside ennui. She fascinated him with her brilliance and he found his life less dull around her.

So he learned to care again and again and again. But despite his efforts, his heart still ended up in dumpsters.

However, this time around, Steve didn't have a chance to go back to detaching himself from the world anymore.

Because he had met Dustin, Lucas, Max, Will, El, and even Mike who always gave him shit still managed to take a special place in his heart.

Then, he met Robin, his platonic soulmate and he just knew he couldn't return to his old self, couldn't put on his old armor anymore.

Sometimes, the thought kept Steve up at night, making him terrified that he'd be hurt far worse without his armor protecting him.

And yet, Steve was willing to risk it all because not only Robin and the kids, but also Joyce, Hopper, Nancy, and Jonathan were worth it.

Nevertheless, he started struggling with romantic relationships.

Robin said he should pay more attention if he wanted something real, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Why would he when he would end up heartbroken anyway?

But then, Eddie Munson entered his life.

He made Steve yearn, made Steve care, and made Steve feel something other than love. It was joy, it was happiness, and it was everything Steve never thought he would want until Eddie gave them to him.

He knew Eddie was it for him. And he was scared that he would fuck this up again just like how he did with Nancy.

Except, Steve's fear was unfounded when everything just came easily and naturally between them.

It was too different from Steve's past experiences that he had kind of lost himself to the domestic bliss he shared with Eddie before he could figure what was going on.

Until one day, when Steve was helping Eddie paint some figurines for his next campaign, he realized that their lives had woven together so seamlessly that he could hardly pick them apart anymore.

"What do you think, Stevie?" Eddie held up a barb figurine for him to see.

Steve looked at the man he loved and huffed out a fond chuckle.

"Wanna share with the class what's on your mind, big boy?" Eddie arched a brow at him, eyes twinkling with mirth and joy.

Steve set down his brush on the tea table and tilted his head slightly, gazing at Eddie who mirrored his actions with a hint of anxiety.

"It's just..." Steve smiled and met those big chocolate eyes, feeling himself melt a little at the way Eddie gazed at him. "I think I love you, Ed."

Eddie didn't look surprised, he just leaned over to nuzzle their noses together, "I think so too, sweetheart."

"Yeah?" Steve wound his arms around Eddie's shoulders and fell back on the couch until the other man laid on top of him.

"Yeah," Eddie propped up to gaze down at him softly. "I also think we should kiss right now."

"Sounds like a good idea," Steve smiled in amusement.

"The best," Eddie murmured before his lips found their way to Steve's.

Just like how he had been able to find his way to Steve's heart many years ago.

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wheneclipsefalls · 1 year

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Ma Neteyam pt.11

Part 10, Part 12

Summary: Family reunions have their drawbacks.

Warnings: daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, anal, explicit content, kissing, biting, hair tugging, power imbalance, omegaverse, sexual tension, the usual stuff.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Finally managed to finish this. I truly underestimated how hard it is to write scenes with more than just a few characters. Anyway, the writing is not my favorite but hopefully it turned out ok.

“My word, Kxolo. What’d you do to the poor boy?” Pulo’s voice dripped with teasing ego as he pointed to the omega passed out in the Olo’eyktan’s lap.

Neteyam's back was flush against Kxolo’s chest with his head dropped backwards onto his shoulder. Pure exhaustion laced his sleeping features as the alpha continued to run his fingers along the boy’s hair and down to his navel before repeating. The sensation had easily put him to sleep at breakfast, but Kxolo didn’t dare try to wake him or stop the motions. The two had barely been able to keep their hands off of one another for the past couple days after the festival.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for.” His even baritone nonchalantly answered, but the curves of a proud smirk were etched into his expression. Pulo let out a dark chuckle at the insinuation before continuing to eat his food.

“Trust me brother, we are aware.” Epok teasingly said. Neteyam was not known for being quiet when it came to their lovemaking. It seemed that he lost all sense of shy modesty when his alpha was pleasuring him.

“Shut up, you skxawng.” Vamai hissed ferociously at the beta. “He could hear you.” She said, referring to the bashful sleeping boy. The two narrowed their eyes at one another; a silent challenge. Although Kxolo knew Vamai had grown to be very protective of Neteyam, he also could sense that there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Her and Epok had a continuing game of secret tension that was starting to throw off the group dynamic.

“Kid’s out like a light.” Pulo disagreed. “He can’t hear a thing.” The other alpha continued to eat with a relaxed posture, completely oblivious to the silent fight occurring between the omega and beta.

Kxolo felt conflicted at watching the scene. He could not tell what had thrown the two so out of loop with one another, and he wasn’t sure if he truly should want to know. Vamai had always been known to be stubborn, a true free spirit. Perhaps it was foolish of him to think that Epok could handle her in the first place. The beta was fairly stern considering his status, but perhaps that was still no match for the lively omega. He yearned to pry and see what had happened between them, but that was not his place. Besides, he was sure if things went wrong with Vamai it would be Neteyam lashing out at him in her place.

Still, he couldn’t help but notice the tired strain in her eyes as she fidgeted in her spot. As usual, the omega wouldn’t sit still for a moment but her movements were lagging behind their usual speed. All signs pointed towards a great lack of sleep. As Olo’eyktan he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility for the young omega. Her close ties to Neteyam only intensified this feeling. Kxolo made a mental note to drop by Vamai’s house and speak to her father. Perhaps he could provide some insight on her sleep deprivation.

As the group engaged in sleepy conversation over breakfast he ran through his head all of the tasks that would need to be fulfilled that day. The list had grown quite long over the past few days as he had prioritized his special time with Neteyam over some of the duties. The flicker of notion towards those times filled his thoughts with the delicious sounds that came from his omega just that morning. How sweetly the omega had begged to be filled with his cum as he drilled his small frame into their sleep matt. There was nothing that put him in a quite a good mood like waking up to claim his needy little mate before the sun even rose.

Neteyam’s head lolled slightly to the side against his chest, snapping Kxolo out of his thoughts.

He let out a deep sigh before starting to pepper small kisses against the boy’s face. It had become an effective way to gently draw his lover out of his slumber. However, the omega simply whined and turned to hide his face completely against the alpha’s chest so he could continue sleeping.

“Ma Neteyam, you need to eat. Wake up.” He purred atop of the boy’s braid covered head. Seeing the way the omega curled closer to him in search of refuge and sleep, made his hindbrain purr in satisfaction. Neteyam had become extraordinarily more clingy and demanding of Kxolo’s time and touch and the alpha was basking in the neediness. A part of him wished to just let the boy continue sleeping to his heart’s content, but that was impractical. He did not have the luxury of endless time.

“Kxxoolo.” His name came across as a battered barely discernible whine from Neteyam’s lips. Amused fondness rose within the alpha at the sound. The Olo’eyktan sometimes wondered if his favorite way to hear his name come from his omega was when it was strewn into nonsense sounds, especially when those sounds were stuttering moans.

“Come on, baby boy. You can take a nap later.” He found that slight shoves of his shoulder against the boy’s head finally roused him enough to open his golden eyes and pout at him. The boy’s eyelids dragged with every blink. The omega let out a sigh before tiredly rubbing at his eyes. The alpha kept in the coo that was building at the back of his throat.

“m’not hungry.” Neteyam mumbled while setting back into a more comfortable position on the male’s crossed legs.

“Neteyam, you know how I feel about getting three meals a day.” The soft voice was laced with a stern undertone. He sent Vamai a soft smile as a form of thank you as she handed him a plate of fruits for Neteyam.

“Yes, I do.” Neteyam sighed. Kxolo could tell by the tone that his sleepiness was wearing off. The Olo’eyktan grabbed a piece of cut fruit and held it to Neteyam’s down turned lips. He leant in close to the shell of the boy’s twitching ear so that no one else could hear his words.

“Listen to me now and I promise to make it worth your while, later. I know how much you love daddy’s rewards.” And rewarded the boy had been over the past couple days. Each act of obedience had brought mind numbing orgasms that left his sweet omega babbling out incoherencies.

The heat from Neteyam’s cheeks radiated onto the skin of Kxolo’s own faced pressed to his ear and yet, the omega’s lips parted. A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest as he fed the boy piece after piece of fruit. They continued that way till the plate was empty and Kxolo had deemed it a sufficient breakfast.

“Good boy.” His lips tickled at Neteyam’s temple as he spoke the words before a kiss was placed in the spot. He didn’t miss the way he shuffled against the touch, seeking more praise. The alpha had come to find praise to be one of the greatest tools when working with Neteyam. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his omega hindbrain or rather the results of the boy being the eldest child constantly seeking approval. Either way, the male made a great effort to express his appreciation to his mate consistently.

“We should get started soon, brother.” Tamil’s gentle voice broke through their little bubble. The apology was clear in his tone and eyes, but Kxolo knew the male was right. There were people he needed to meet with and preparations to check on for tomorrow.

“Started on what?” Neteyam asked while fiddling idli with one of Kxolo’s long braids.

“I’m afraid I have some tasks I have been putting off for the past few days. Besides, there are some last minute preparations to check on for the big day tomorrow.” Having the entire Sully family over to visit was not a small task. There were many precautions that he needed to put into place to ensure it went smoothly.

He had proposed the idea to Neteyam as something to help better relations between the clan and his family, especially after the incident with Lo’ak. The omega was quick to jump onto the idea, having missed his siblings greatly. No matter the risk, Kxolo couldn’t turn down the thing that brought such a bright grin to his omega’s face. Things were still tense between him and Jake Sully, but even he had agreed quickly to the idea.

He helped Neteyam off of his lap and back onto his feet as they began to gather gear.

“I can come help.” The boy offered. His heart warmed at the sound.

“I appreciate that baby boy, but I think it’s best that you stay behind. Besides, you still need to finish that necklace for your sister.” He gently reclined the offer.

“Yeah that’s true.” Neteyam mumbled softly. Turning around to look at the boy he found a small twinkle of something else in his sad eyes. No matter how hard the omega tried to hide it, Kxolo could tell he was reluctant to be without his alpha.

“I will be back before you know it, baby boy. Then you will have me for the rest of the night.” He gently cupped the back of Neteyam’s neck and pulled him into a slow kiss. He pulled away to whisper lowly, “To do with whatever you’d like.” The cocky smirk that spread across his lips did little to veil the lewd insinuations.

Neteyam bit his lip as he tried to fight the rising heat that came to his cheeks. Kxolo forced himself to look away from the boy before he took him against the nearest tree in front of everyone. He had a love-hate relationship with Neteyam’s habit to innocently bite his bottom lip. It conjured up obscene images and now memories of what those lips looked like wrapped around his cock. Sweetly trying to take his length in like a good boy.

He gave him one last peck on the forehead before starting to walk off. Kxolo could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of the boy as he made his way over to the direhorse. Despite his enthusiasm at seeing his family, Neteyam had been fretting and worrying over the visit more and more as it got closer. It seemed that there was no end to the amount of things that he could find to obsess over when it came to the upcoming day.

“And Neteyam,” He called back at him, turning his head to look at the boy. “Don’t overthink it.”

It was clear from the way the omega’s ear pushed back against his braids that he knew exactly what the older male was referring to. His tail flickered nervously, a contrast to the roll of his eyes he sent Kxolo.

“I’m not.”

Kxolo mounted the direhorse in one swift motion. Looking across the clearing at the boy he could see his arms crossed defiantly.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head.” Kxolo teased. He connected tsaheylu to the direhorse and checked to make sure the pouch was secured properly. Tamil was already riding ahead slowly, in order to patiently wait for the Olo’eyktan.

“That’s just your imagination.” Neteyam insisted playfully.

“Whatever you say, baby boy.” He hummed with a smirk before shooting him a wink and taking off. The horse jolted and galloped to life underneath him. “Be good!” Kxolo shouted one last time before his figure melted into the thick of the forest.

Neteyam tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach as he walked back to the clearing where Vamai sat. She helped some of the other clan members clear away the remains of breakfast while she waited for him. His eyes caught hold of the way Epok glanced back at her occasionally from the small circle of hunters he was gathered with. Oblivious or not, Vamai didn’t show any signs of acknowledgment towards the beta as she talked to the other clan members helping.

“Ah, finally done crying over your boyfriend?” She teased upon seeing Neteyam return. Already used to her antics he simply rolled his eyes in exchange. Together they helped the clan members clear everything away before running off towards the direction of Vamai’s family’s hut.

“Now, let’s see what I have to help you finish this necklace.” She rummaged through different baskets inside of her room. Vamai seemed to have endless amounts of gathered and made beads, feathers, and vines used for jewelry. It soon became clear how she had so many different extravagant tops and hair pieces every day. He wondered how long it took her to craft each one.

His eyes swept over the various baskets that littered her room until they fell on one in particular. It was filled with carefully pinned pieces of homemade paper, each showing various sketches and colorful pastel artworks. He gawked at the vivid color and shading that brought each piece to life. The few that were hanging out were streaked with imagery that reflected that of the bioluminescence of the night. The free strokes that danced across the page were almost messy yet it formed an eloquent representation of Pandora at night.

“Oh those aren’t done!” She exclaimed quickly while taking the piece from his hands. There was no evidence of anger in her tone but she did start to quickly scramble to put away the loose drawings and pieces.

“Did you make those?” He sat on his knees in front of her as she continued to fuss with them. Neteyam managed to pick up a piece of a detailed Na’vi drawn upon it. He instantly recognized the woman as Leynyey. The detail in her expression and mannerisms were stunning.

“Well yeah of course, but most of them aren’t ready.” Vamai explained, but made no move to take the current piece from his hands. The thick and smooth substance used to create the lines and details felt familiar. He finally realized that they were made from pastels as his eyes found the carefully rolled sticks of color sitting in a tiny basket.

“Wow Vamai, it’s stunning.”

“Well aren’t you a sweet talker.” She lightly teased as an effort to hide her bashful expression.

“Who makes the materials?” Neteyam quietly asked while picking up one of the pastels. Vamai seemed to be more at ease now that the rest of her art was put away.

“My mother. It started out as a way to get out some energy. I think my parents figured if I had something else to do with my hands I wouldn’t run off as much. Jokes on them, art requires in person references.” The small breathless laugh was accompanied by a genuine smile as she looked at the carefully crafted pastels. The fondness for her mother glimmered in her eyes and it made Neteyam want to properly meet her parents instead of the occasional run in.

“You know,” Vamai’s voice drawled out in her usual playful manner. “I do take requests and you have great cheekbones, Nete.” He inevitably blushed at her insinuation. He had never had someone draw him before. The omega was not sure what he would do with a picture of himself anyways.

“Thanks Vamai, but I think I would rather have one of the forest or some other wild idea that comes out of your head.” Mischief flashes in her eyes at the comment but it only dwindled for a moment before she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Now,” She clapped her hands together to bring his attention back. A feigned serious expression flitted across her face. “We have some work to do.”

The two began to rummage through each of the baskets pulling out various pieces to use in making Tuk’s necklace. There were only a few finishing pieces that needed to be added to it but Vamai’s suggestion became quite intricate and adorning.

“She’s only eight years old, Vamai.” Neteyam laughed, his eyes crinkling in sync.

“For Kiri.” Her insistent voice clarified. “A good brother doesn’t make a necklace for one sister and not the other.” Vamai continued to weave the material together, already working on the beginning of the top of Kiri. Her nimble figures made it easier to expertly loop and pull the pieces through quickly.

“I guess you’re right but doesn’t that mean I have to make one for Lo’ak too?” Neteyam laughed while attaching the last of the feathers to Tuk’s necklace. He was surprised when there was a pause before a strained laugh left Vamai’s lips. His eyes raked up to check her expression but she quickly busied herself with the work at hand.

“I didn’t take your brother for one that cares about jewelry.” Neteyam struggled to read her tone as she spoke. He knew that Lo’ak and her didn’t start off on the right foot but he hoped they could at least learn to be civil around one another. They were both very important people in his life and he wanted them to get along.

“Well yeah maybe not so much. He usually is more interested in weapons, especially if they are ones from the Sky People. My dad has spent a lot of time teaching him how different technology works.” He doesn’t miss the confused look that crossed her face.

“Technology? Like what?” Her brow bone furrowed and Neteyam reminded himself to use better vocabulary when talking to her about Sky People stuff. It was easy for him to forget how little this clan knew about Sky People and their traditions. The omega spent a good amount of time explaining random things to Kxolo about Earth and how it’s different. The alpha was patient and he tried his best to understand the bizarre things that Neteyam struggled to describe.

“Well I’m sure Lo’ak will be happy to tell you if you ask him tomorrow.” He snuck the suggestion in with the best nonchalant tone he could muster. Vamai’s face, however, dropped at his words.

“What?”

“When they come to visit tomorrow. You are coming, aren’t you?” Neteyam’s brows kissed as he watched her fidgeting increase. Her small fingers paused in the middle of weaving the material. His own anxiety started to rise as he watched her shift constantly with a nervous expression. It was rare to see the small omega caught off guard.

“Oh Nete…I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time.” The hesitant apology stained her tone as she looked at him with a grimace.

Neteyam was quick to shun those concerns.

“You wouldn’t! It would actually be great to have you there.” He didn’t bother to hide the urgency in his voice. She finished tying off one part of the necklace with a knot before looking up at him. His stomach curved into a knot as he anticipated her response. Neteyam was banking on her being there. The idea of his family meeting with Kxolo while they still hated him was already putting him on the verge of an anxiety attack. Vamai’s presence always had a way of calming his nerves as she reminded him how silly his worries were.

“Nete you can’t flirt me into agreeing.” The teasing tone didn’t quite reach her frantic eyes. At the point of desperation he grabbed her arm to grab her attention.

“Please Vamai! I need you there. You are living proof that I’m not absolutely miserable here.” Neteyam begged.

Her expression softened significantly. The girl’s golden eyes gleamed with a new emotion as she stared back at him.

“Aww Nete! You do like it here, I knew it!” Vamai gave him no time to respond before her small figure was practically tackling him over in a hug. His reflexes were the only thing that stopped him from tumbling onto his back as one hand shot out to support their combined weight. His mouth parted and gaped for the right words like a fish. Still, he refused to let the weight of her words sink in.

“Well I just…don’t want my parents to worry.” The explanation fell on deaf ears as she squeezed him tight. The arm not holding them upright snaked around to return the hug. Despite the spiral of thought that threatened to take over from their topic of conversation, it was heartwarming to see her so happy. He prayed to Eywa that it would be enough to get her there tomorrow. “So…does that mean you’re coming then?”

Vamai finally pulled away to let him breathe.

She let out a dramatic sigh, nerves still evident in her eyes, but there was a visible tremble in her resolve.

“Fine fine, you sweet talking flirt. I’ll be there.” There was still some reluctance in her teasing tone but Neteyam was relieved to find her bending to his request. He grinned till the stretch in his cheeks hurt as he thanked her. Finally feeling calm again, the two continued to work on the jewelry while sharing stories and jokes.

“Stop fussing over it.” The deep timber from the alpha didn’t stop Neteyam’s twitching fingers that rolled the necklaces back and forth between them. These pieces of jewelry were the only things he could control concerning the visit tomorrow. Images of his father’s angry expression from the last time he was over flashed to the forefront of his mind.

“I’m not.” A shiver crawled down his spine as warm kisses were tenderly placed along his neck. He could feel his mate’s larger frame pressed behind from where Neteyam sat with his legs crossed. Skilled fingers released the clasp of his necklace for it to fall away and expose his neck properly.

“What do I have to do to get you to relax? Huh baby boy?” Kxolo purred darkly as his hands wandered along the expanse of stripped skin with familiarity. Chills ran through his veins releasing the tension that had been building in his bones. His body welcomes the intimacy without restraint, already pulling his mind into the abyss of obscene thoughts. Strings of reasoning slowly frayed as his arousal grew.

Sharp teeth nipping along his jaw temporarily brought him out of the haze.

“No marks, remember?” His soft voice trembled as he told the alpha.

Kxolo didn’t show any hesitation or pause in his movements as his hands lowered towards the omega’s loincloth. A sharp smirk spread across his lips at the feel of Neteyam’s hips already bucking back into his touch in anticipation. He easily slid the boy’s body backwards till his back was completely flush against his chest.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” His deep timber drawled while skilled fingers gently ran over Neteyam’s bulge. The omega shook his head, as if to settle his thoughts back into coherency. Kxolo was cheating. As always he held the unfair advantage, using it to lure him into submission. To tempt Neteyam’s lewd fantasies out of hiding. To give in to the torrid passion that lived within his primal nature.

“I-i don’t have a way to cover them up.” Neteya whined as Kxolo’s hands slipped under the band of his loincloth. “You’re insatiable.”

“Hmm I guess you’re right.” Kxolo leisurely droned. His large hand wrapped around Neteyam’s stiff cock, thumb running along the slit of the head. “Can’t help it when you taste so good, baby boy.” His declaration was confirmed with open mouthed kisses attacking the column of Neteyam’s throat. The omega’s eyes fluttered shut, resistance already slipping.

“But I suppose I can keep my oral fixation under control for one night if that’s what you need.” Kxolo spoke between kisses. Neteyam hardly had the focus to understand the agreement, but he nodded anyway. The hand teasing at his cock was becoming insistent as it rallied the omega’s pleasure and hunger till it bubbled at the surface. He was caught between bucking upwards into the firm grip and arching backwards to feel the male’s bulge against his winking hole.

“You said…you said I could have a reward, daddy.” The omega softly whined as his head fell back against Kxolo’s shoulder. The alpha began to pump the boy’s length slowly till the anticipated whimpers fell from Neteyam’s lips.

“I did say that, didn’t I? You have been such a good boy after all.” The smooth as silk voice washed over Neteyam till he was pulled into a short sloppy kiss. “Well then, tell me what you want.” The pace increased till his breaths were forced into erratic puffs of air.

The necklaces had been forgotten and shoved to the side in the midst of the shuffle.

Neteyam was past the point of shame or modesty. He had learned and grown accustomed to accepting the staggering pleasure his alpha provided. It was easier to succumb to the pleasure and comfort that came from their moments of intimacy. His overflowing mind would empty into the white noise of serenity.

“Want your cock daddy please!” His small hands reached back to grip Kxolo’s thighs, as if to urge him forward into his hole. The resounding growl that echoed through their hut indicated success.

“Eywa, baby. Such good manners. Gotten so good at asking for what you want.” His words were laced with deep moans as Neteyam began to grind back against his clothed member. Whether from Neteyam's shining slick or Kxolo’s precum, the blue loincloth showed a darker wet spot. “Want daddy to fuck all those pesky thought out of your head, hm? Get you dumb on my cock?”

“Y-yes…ngh…yes need you need your cock.” The scrambled sentence was all it took to break the last bit of restraint in Kxolo. He had Neteyam bare and on his hands and knees within a matter of seconds.

His tongue licked at the sweet arousal glittering along the boy’s hole with eager intensity. Each swipe was rewarded with a cacophony of slurred noises that rang like a sweet melody in the alpha’s ears. His fingers prodded and pushed past the rim, marveling at the eager acceptance of Neteyam’s hole. He found that sweet spot with accurate precision before curling his long fingers against it.

Neteyam moaned and struggled to reach his hand back for Kxolo. He somehow managed to grab at the band of Kxolo’s loincloth and drag his hips forward, a silent begging to fill him already.

“Such an impatient, little thing today, aren’t you?” Kxolo teased but his loincloth was quickly pushed to the side and the head of his cock lined up to the tight little hole. The familiar pleasure of being stretched raced through Neteyam as his member was easily pushed past the rim and onward till his ass was flush against Kxolo’s pelvis.

“YES! Ah, so deep!” Neteyam screamed in ecstasy. Kxolo let out a strained chuckle at the exclamation.

“Yeah? This what you wanted, baby boy?” He teased while beginning to roll his hips smoothly. Neteyam nodded shakily while moaning.

His pace became brutal and unyielding. The mushroom tip kissed and teased at Neteyam’s g spot till he was only a mess of nerves and moans. This only spurred the alpha onward, hearing the pitiful whines leaving the gorgeous boy’s lips. The pleasure was all consuming. Sounds of slapping skin and discombobulated pleas and moans filled the room as they each got closer to their highs.

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Neteyam sputtered out in a constant stream. The sweet string of words made Kxolo’s eyes dilate as desperate groans left his lips.

“Hush, baby boy. Just let daddy take care of you.” Kxolo moaned, knowing that those intrusive worries were finally long gone from his omega’s head.

Vamai crouched low against the protruding branch. From up in the thick of the trees she was at a perfect vantage point to see the Sullys land. She was sure to keep her own figure hidden behind the overlapping layers of overgrown vegetation. Only her eyes peeked around the thick branch she held onto.

She cursed the increased heart rate that made her ribs hurt as she noticed one Sully in particular dismount his ikran. She realized it was the first time she had seen Lo’ak in broad daylight. Only images of his freckled covered body lit by eclipse bioluminescence dominated her dreams every night. They had always taken place during the night, his presence sometimes nothing more than a shadow that consumed her.

To see him in the light, however, was worse.

Her eyes could easily follow the muscular lines along his abdomen or marvel at every shift of his flexed deltoids as he moved. Even from her high ground position she could see just how tall he stood while among his family. She could remember how small she felt that night, having to crane her neck to glare up at him, but most of all she hated how much she liked it. How her body would send a rush of arousal through her system every time the image of that cocky boy came to surface in her mind.

Vamai had never felt so prey to her own instincts before in her life.

Usually she could reel back the desire to submissively play the omega part. It had simply become a nagging voice in the back of her head that she had tuned out.

And yet, Lo’ak was ruining everything.

Damn him.

“I need everyone on their best behavior.” Jake’s deep voice could be heard from her place in the trees. He was set to work making sure the ikrans were settled and in place while also debriefing the family.

“Tuk, hold my hand.” Neytiri gently insisted. Tuk was already on the verge of running into the forest solo as her family was taking so long. A small smile graced Vamai’s lips as she saw how the small girl bounced on the balls of her feets while holding her mother’s hand.

Vamai wasn’t quite able to catch what Kiri was saying to Lo’ak as he tied his braids back, but the look on his face hinted at it being another meaningless sibling squabble. She leaned forward as he subtly fixed the straps of his loincloth with a huff. Agitation pricked at her skin at how interested she became in his pointless movements.

The family moved as a unit. Jake led the way, showing they held no weapons to the warriors at the checkpoint. It became more difficult for Vamai to move and jump between the trees as they got closer to Home Tree. The pathways were congested with other clan members going about their duties. Her paranoia kept her from those paths as she didn’t want anyone to see her unfounded interest in the Sullys.

Her feet were scraped and pulsing from her leaps when they finally made it to where Neteyam and Kxolo stood. Peeking from above she watched as Tuk completely abandoned her family and bee lined it to Neteyam.

“Neteyam!” She flung her small body into his arms, quickly being received.

“Hey Tuk.” He spun the girl around easily before settling her on his hip. The babbling began immediately. At a speed that made her own jaw hurt, Tuk began to fill him in on every single thing that had happened over the past month and a half.

The edges of Vamai’s lips twitched as she moved to lay on her stomach against the branch. It was obvious that Neteyam was struggling to show interest in the girl’s words as he was glancing back at the rest of the family quickly approaching. His smile warmed into a vibrant relief watching them draw near.

Jake was gracious enough to extract Tuk from his arms so that Kiri could quickly envelop her older brother in a hug. The moment was tender as Neteyam proceeded to hug each family member with a smile on his face. Vamai happily swung her feet at the sight of her friend finally smiling without reserve. Even the awkwardness of addressing the Olo’eyktan behind Neteyam could not overshadow the joy that filled their reunion.

Kxolo gracefully signaled to Neytiri and Jake to say, ‘I see you’. The two returned the notion, however strained. Still, it seemed this could not dampen Kxolo’s mood as he watched how happy Neteyam was with Tuk now situated on his back. Tuk babbled while Kiri tried to get her to calm down and wait a moment. To say Neteyam was unbothered by the babbling was an understatement. He practically coached her onward with well placed questions and sounds of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’.

“We welcome you, Toruk Makto, and your family.” Kxolo formally greeted them. The respectful words exchanged could not mist over the silent tension between the two Olo’eyktan as Jake returned the sentiment. Neteyam’s focus was split between his siblings and the Olo’eyktans’ interactions. Even from high above, Vamai could detect the worry in his golden eyes. Something told her this was going to be a long day.

The group began to walk towards the dining area, but paused as Neteyam said, “Where’s Vamai?” His family exchanged confused looks, all not understanding who the eldest Sully was talking about. All except Lo’ak. There was a sparkle of interest in Lo’ak’s expression that Vamai played off as a trick of the light.

She silently cursed herself for getting caught up in snooping. With rushed movements she flung her body from tree to tree, looking for a way down that would not point to her original location. The small vines and twigs made it hard to travel lightly without a sound. Her maneuvers became careless as she rushed through the nearest path down to the ground. She finally sprung and rolled across the forest floor in one swift movement.

To her dismay, the landing had drawn the attention of the group. She felt the weight of their stares but it was Kxolo’s silent command to come forward that had her lightly jogging towards the family.

“There you are, slow poke.” Neteyam said in a light tone. Vamai was grateful for his attempt to lighten the awkward situation and yet it was clear in the relief in his expression that he too was grateful for her.

“Sorry I’m late.” Vamai tried her best to put on her best charming smile, but she could feel Kxolo’s eyes on her.

“You’ve already met Lo’ak but this is mom, dad, Tuk, and Kiri.” Neteyam introduced her. She didn’t miss the side glance that Jake sent Lo’ak. It was times like these that she hated her habit of noticing every detail. “Everyone, this is my friend Vamai.”

Time to turn on the charm.

“Olo’eyktan Toruk Makto, Neytiri of Omatikaya” She said while portraying the respectful gesture. “It is so nice to meet Neteyam’s family, you are all he talks about night and day.” Vamai smiled warmly while giving the other omega a teasing bump with her hip. The coalesced mood of fire and ice barely gave way to her friendly greeting but Neytiri’s gentle smile sped the process along.

“Always happy to meet one of Neteyam’s friends.” Neytiri warmly responded. It was hard to bask in that warmth when there were two piercing gazes on her from two different directions. From the corner of her eye she could make out Lo’ak’s undivided attention, but she did not allow herself to turn towards him and see in what way he stared. The other came from her Olo’eyktan whose eyes pointed down towards her leg.

“Come, we have a spread prepared.” Kxolo shuffled the group back onto their path towards the dining area before positioning himself next to Vamai. “How is it that I find you with a new cut every day?” His baritone voice slid under the group conversation, undetected by the others.

She glanced down to find her left leg already sporting a fresh cut trickling with blood.

“Who would’ve thought there would be so many sharp sticks in the forest?” Vamai nervously joked. Kxolo simply rolled his eyes fondly and handed her a spare bandage. He was used to her reckless behavior at this point.

It was strange sitting around the familiar area with such new faces. While there were moments of ease where Tuk would sit on Neteyam’s lap and share a funny story, there were also moments where the stifling awkward looks between the Olo’eyktan was suffocating. It seemed that the mood was able to switch at a flip of a dime. An unpredictable social setting to navigate.

Vamai quickly came to realize how accustomed she had become to their usual meal time routines. She was used to making cracks at Epok while Neteyam and Kxolo snuggled close with their seductive whispering. She was used to muttering jokes under her breath to Tamil until his soft demeanor finally cracked into a smirk as he held back laughter. Now sitting here with the Sully family and watching as Kxolo was very careful with where he put his hands, it felt wrong.

And then there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak whose golden eyes would randomly fall and linger on her frame as she shifted in her place. She made the mistake of trying to scare off his gaze by focusing her own on him. This, however, was taken as a silent challenge. His curious eyes held her own as he sat with a relaxed demeanor she could not fathom him holding in such a confusing scenario.

There were too many things to focus on at once. Too many people to watch and anticipate their reactions.

“And grandma has been teaching me how to properly extract and use bark to create healing remedies.” Kiri continued her story.

“Yeah but the bark is super sticky and really hard to get off your hands.” Tuk jumped in to inform them.

“I told you not to try and make jewelry out of it, little sister.” Kiri fondly teased her, causing a small spit of laughter to rumble through the group. Tuk of course stuck her tongue out at her older sister in rebellion.

“Vamai,” Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Jake addressing her. “I hear we have you to thank for keeping Neteyam company. What sort of things have you two been up to?” Jake’s eyes were soft and the corners of his lips twitched upwards, but Vamai could still feel the weight of the attention dragging her down. Usually she would gladly take the spotlight and work a crowd but something about having the awkward situation combined with Lo’ak’s intoxicating focus on her, made it feel suffocating.

She rolled the turquoise beads hanging from her loincloth between her fingers.

Neteyam’s eyes connected with hers.

What exactly had they been doing?

“Oh well you know just the usual running around and what not.” It was lame. Perhaps the poorest answer she had come up with on the spot. Vamai’s mind raced to find something to remedy the response. “But you know, no one ever told me what a great dancer Neteyam is.” Her light teasing voice was a direct contradiction to the pounding rhythm of her heart.

“Neteyam?” Lo’ak’s tone was drenched with doubt as he raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t bother to look his way. It was better to forget he was there.

“We had a festival the other night. Vamai and Neteyam had a lot of fun on the dance floor.” Kxolo explained smoothly. “Maybe too much fun.” The Olo’eyktan said underneath his breath with a small smirk.

Neteyam’s cheeks tinged a light pink as he looked towards Vamai. The rising anxiety was almost palpable to her, even from across the fire.

“Yeah he has quite the moves.” She said lightly with a wink. It felt more like a mirage of her usual demeanor than a reality. Three more twirls to the beads.

“I have a hard time believing that.” Lo’ak chuckled and somehow the aggravating arrogance crumpled her anxiety in an instant. She gripped the beads to the point of almost breaking.

“Well perhaps he has never had the right partner.” The feigned tease was only a top coat to the underlying challenge that sizzled beneath. This time when their eyes met, she held his gaze. The continuing conversation was only mumbled background noise as she forced herself not to squirm. The beginning of a crooked smile along his face was what set the fire off within her.

Detailed daydreams of flinging herself across the circle to tackle him and permanently wipe the smirk off his face swarmed within her. His head would hit the ground with a thump and she wouldn’t give him a chance to breathe, let alone fight back before she would be scratching bloody marks down his cheeks. Disregard the fact that the alpha had at least forty pounds of muscle on her, she knew how to use what she had. Her agile movements would find Lo’ak’s weakness and extort them in order to keep him down. He would buck and squirm underneath her with great force, trying to escape. His abs would flex with every buck, every thrust. The new friction bringing just enough pressure to her core to tease and excite. To show what strength his toned body held. How easily he could thrust and roll those hips.

She looked away.

Vamai’s train of thought was going off the rails.

She blamed the frustrating dreams that plagued her mind each night.

Ignoring her stomach that was doing backflips, Vamai tuned back into the conversation. It somehow had drifted to Neteyam’s health. From the uncomfortable posture Kiri held, she could tell it was not going in a good direction.

“Mom, I’m fine. I eat three meals a day and sleep at night and visit the healers tent when needed.” Neteyam assured her while Tuk fiddled with his braids. A look was exchanged between Neytiri and Jake. A silent conversation everyone else was not privy to. Kxolo watched the interaction closely.

“Yeah well it’s not just that, son. We need to figure out what to do about your presentation. You can’t be more than a couple weeks out at this point.” Jake’s deep timber spread silence throughout the group. It was deafening. Vamai looked to Kxolo and saw him staring at Jake with narrowed eyes. The only person immune to the awkward subject was Tuk as she continued to stick Neteyam’s braids through spare beads.

“And what exactly do you think needs to be done, Toruk Makto?” Kxolo questioned, shoulders tense.

Vamai could practically see the anxiety rising within Neteyam as the exchange started to take a turn. She tried to think of someway to steer this conversation in a different direction, even a distraction that could throw them off the path.

“Well maybe first I should be asking what has already been done?” Jake’s voice was an intruding rumble, barely held back from a growl. His jaw clenched while staring the other Olo’eyktan down. Kxolo didn’t show a sign of retreat as he gazed back with the same intensity.

Vamai panicked.

This was the last question Neteyam wanted to be answering. She could see it written on his face.

Her sense of responsibility over the situation began to swell. The omega knew why she was asked here. As Neteyam’s friends she was supposed to support him, keep him from having an anxiety attack from the tense situation. There had to be a way to intervene safely.

“Is that what you are asking, Jake Sully?” Kxolo questioned with narrowed eyes. Hostility started to preemptively arise in the air at the anticipation of undesired truths being told.

Vamai looked down subtly at her bleeding leg. She still hadn’t wrapped it. No one besides Kxolo had noticed it yet. This was her chance. This would be her performance.

“Oh shit!” She exclaimed. All eyes snapped to her. It occurred to her that perhaps there was a better choice of language she could have chosen. She held her leg and scrunched her face up into a feigned pained expression. “I think I cut my leg!”

The wound was not serious in comparison to her usuals but the blood was enough to draw attention and concern. Neytiri was instantly moving to her side to inspect it. Lucky for Vamai, she had accidentally gotten some dirt rubbed into it during her roll. The risk of infection was enough to steer the conversation off topic.

“You must cleanse it before it gets infected, child.” Neytiri warned her. Lo’ak leaned forward to try and get a better look at the minor injury. She ignored the concern painted across his face.

She caught Neteyam’s eyes for a moment when no one was watching and gave him a reassuring wink. His tense muscles visibly loosened from the silent communication.

“Good point we shou-”

“Neteyam, why don’t you take your friend to the healers tent to get patched up? Bring your siblings too.” Jake cut in. It was an order, not a request.

“But dad-”

“That sounds like a great idea. You can give your siblings a tour around the village afterwards. Your parents and I can talk in the meantime.” Kxolo smoothly interjected. For a man that was undoubtedly about to be interrogated on his sex life, the Olo’eyktan was rather calm, even offering himself up to the wolves. Vamai scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Neteyam on the other hand was already setting Tuk down and trying to voice his protests.

“Now, Neteyam.” Jake’s order cut off any scrambled argument Neteyam had a chance of making.

Vamai and the Sully kids were quick to get to their feet at the sound of the harsh voice. Guilt started to seep in as Vamai realized her last minute distraction had not brought the desired results.

Just before they headed off in opposite directions she noticed Kxolo calmly kissing Neteyam on the forehead and whispering encouraging words. Vamai wondered if Jake Sully could see the way the omega melted into the touch. If he did, it only increased his stern rage as he pierced the back of Kxolo’s head with a seething glare. As the three walked away, Kxolo sent his mate one last encouraging smile and wink before disappearing.

Tsahik, as always, was unfazed by Vamai’s appearance at the healer’s tent. Her interest was only slightly peaked by the company that the omega brought, but didn’t comment on it as she cleansed her wound. Tuk filled up most of the time by asking questions about the clan which Vamai was happy to answer, but Neteyam was eerily silent. Even as they left the tent, his head was always on a swivel, looking for hints of his parents and Kxolo.

Throughout the tour Neteyam contributed a few sentences here and there, most likely for his sibling’s sake, but the worry never left his eyes. While Tuk was fairly oblivious to the underlying threat, Kiri did her best to try and lighten the mood with well placed jokes and compliments. Vamai was coming to like the girl more and more as she continued to soothe the atmosphere throughout the tour. Lo’ak was silent for the most part, but she caught him staring at her or the small bandaged wound periodically.

His presence was kicking up a wave of emotion within her, but Vamai could not focus on those.

They finally made it to the lake and Tuk immediately set off to gather whatever pretty stones she could find. Kiri followed closely to watch over her little sister. It seemed like the right time to finally address the elephant in the room. Vamai went on her tiptoes to sling a comforting arm around Neteyam’s shoulders.

“It’ll be fine, Neteyam. Kxolo knows what he’s doing.” She tried to say with the most reassuring and light tone she could manage. Neteyam was still stiff under her touch.

“Come on guys! Come play!” Tuk’s adolescent voice rang across the lake’s clearing but it was ignored.

“I suppose he is lucky dad was forced to leave the guns at home.” Lo’ak mischievously teased from his casual position propped against a nearby tree. Vamai knew that she couldn’t expect much more from the brother that hated her Olo’eyktan but his comment still managed to set her off. Her blood began to boil as she narrowed her eyes at his perfectly relaxed expression.

He was inescapable. Always there to torment her in her dreams and now here to agitate her during the waking hours. There was something about the younger Sully alpha that had her emotions swiping into a whirlwind within an instant. It seemed to be his special talent to get under her skin without even trying.

Without another thought she stomped over to him, reached up to grab a fistful of braids, and yanked. Hard. His responding hiss sizzled into a deep laugh as his eyes lit with mischief.

“Is there an end to your snarky comments?” Vamai growled out with pinched eyebrows. The hidden threats, however, did nothing to intimidate Lo’ak as his pained laugh continued to rumble from his chest. He ducked in order to relieve some of the pressure from the hair yanking, finally bringing him closer to her line of sight.

“Is that as hard as you can pull?” The tip of his canines peaked out from his delighted smirk.

“Ok ok break it up.” Neteyam’s panicked voice broke through the moment. He quickly swatted at each in order to create some distance between the two. “It’s fine, ok? Let’s just try to get along and play with Tuk before she throws a fit.” The uneasiness in his expression was obvious, causing the two to give in to his requests.

Vamai strengthened her resolve to ignore the alpha as they walked over to the Sully sisters. Playing with Tuk turned out to be a very serious and immersive experience. She had a firm grasp on the casting, scenery and intricate plot lines that were expected to be executed. Any unwanted leeway from this vision was quickly nipped into a bud with an adorable angry scowl. Vamai didn’t mind however. It gave her an opportunity to lose herself in the role she was assigned.

Watching Lo’ak play Toruk while Tuk clawed to his back as Toruk Makto was simply an added bonus.

The youngest Sully girl was barely able to hang on as Lo’ak dramatically twirled and swung his body to mimic the mighty ikran. The struggle only brought an endless spew of giggles and half hearted protests from Tuk. It was obvious this was not an uncommon game for them to play together.

As their game progressed, the tense worries began to melt away. Vamai became lost in her dedication to play a mighty Omatikaya warrior along with Kiri while Neteyam focused on portraying a Sky Demon trying to attack them. Even the eldest brother slowly found it easier to smile and laugh as they screamed and ran after each other.

Tuktirey giggled as her small legs tried to run after Vamai and mimic the girl's boisterous warrior calls and movements. Her efforts were rudely interrupted by ‘Toruk’ catching Tul in his arms and throwing her small body over his head. The joyous pleas for release were ignored as he roughly spun the girl around by her arms. Kiri tried to save her from their brother’s wrestling, yet even she could not keep her laughter at bay. Neteyam suddenly let out a war cry before coming to ‘attack’ the rest of his siblings.

“I’ve got the hostiles!” Neteyam bellowed before crashing into the group. The result was a collapsed entanglement of the Sully kids on the ground screeching and laughing. The wrestling continued as Vamai watched fondly.

What she wouldn’t give to have siblings of her own.

Once the commotion had died down, Neteyam remembered the necklaces he was to gift his sisters. They instantly agreed to follow him back to his hut to retrieve them.

Lo’ak didn’t follow.

Her hands scratched along Lo’ak’s shoulder blades as their lips tangled in a domineering kiss of unbottled lust. Teeth came into the mix as they each tried to take control of the passionate kissing. It seemed the harder she nipped and pulled at his lips or spontaneously tugged on his bound braids, the hotter his determination burned. Lo’ak’s sly smile could be felt against her lips in short moments where they came up for air.

His tall frame looming over her blocked the sun. The tree bark against her back scratched and rubbed uncomfortably against her soft skin as she subconsciously rolled her body against his. Still, her body soared with every sensation that came, completely enraptured by the feel of his soft lips against her own. His large four fingered hands gripping her hips were hot to the touch. Goosebumps pricked her skin. Her hindbrain was purring back to life but she ignored its lure and aggressively pulled his muscular body against her own.

One of his hands moved to assertively cup her cheek.

Arousal coiled in her core at the feel of his tail possessively wrapping around her thigh.

She was quickly becoming drunk off of his lips, the kiss turning sloppy and obscene. Still, she did not yield. The bottled anger and annoyance had given way to lustful expression. Another way to let the electricity in her veins release into explosive sparks. The tighter he held, the closer his body pressed against hers, the longer his scent wrapped around hers, the more her body sang to life. It was a similar feeling of adrenaline she received from running through the forest at night. No restraint. No control.

“Come here.” He mumbled against her lips. Large hands yanked her hips forward before she had a chance to refuse. Her clothed core pressed against one of his thighs, achingly close to his obvious bulge. The new pressure coerced a soft moan from her that was released into their kiss.

Vamai knew later that she would blame her drenched pussy on the lack of sexual attention over the past couple weeks. However, in the moment, all her tempted hindbrain could scream for was Lo’ak. The need to feel his touch against her core. To feel those sinful lips gather her slickness.

It became more exhausting to fight the tongue invading her mouth for dominance. The grip on his shoulders shifted to entangling within his silky braids, ripping out the band holding them together.

“We need to start harvesting on the west side before the supply runs low.” The unfamiliar voice made the two freeze. Both their heads silently turned to watch the two clan members off in the distance passing by.

Ice chilled through her veins, preventing even the slightest of movements. They were a moment frozen in time as the two na’vi walked through the distant bushes. It wasn’t until the strangers were completely out of sight and sound that Vamai attempted to move.

She roughly shoved at his shoulders. His slight stumble backwards finally allowed the omega to gasp for air. Her mind was still swirling with desire but the presence of others was a helpful wake up call.

“This is a bad idea.” Vamai breathlessly panted out.

“Seems like a pretty good one to me.” Lo’ak calmly spoke, gently tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She refused to look up at those sparkling golden orbs.

“They’re going to notice you’re gone, skxawng.” The omega scolded him sternly.

“Trust me, they won’t. Don’t worry so much, little snitch.” His knuckles affectionately ran along her cheek as he spoke. It took everything in Vamai to not lean into the touch.

It had been too long since she had been with a male. That was it.

“Besides, I come bearing gifts.” Lo’ak said with a wide grin. Her curiosity was oddly peaked as he reached into the small pouch tied to his loincloth. The omega focused on regaining her even breathing as she waited.

A simple piece of jewelry was extracted from the pouch. He held it up for her to see the woven piece with a small pastel pendant in the middle. It was a delicate but enchanting piece, so different from her usual jewelry.

“You brought this for me?” Vamai couldn’t hide her confused expression as she tilted her head up to look at Lo’ak.

“I made this for you, little snitch.” He beamed with pride. The confession made her head spin as she realized what was going on. Lo’ak wasn’t just playing with her, he was courting her. “Now let me put it on you.”

Vamai didn’t bother to fight him as he carefully secured it underneath her hair so it lay sweetly along her forehead. He smiled unashamedly down at her as he shifted the piece to lay perfectly. The omega’s heartbeat was back to an abnormal pace. It felt as if a wire was strangling it in her chest as she looked up at his glowing expression.

“W-why would you do that?” She stuttered out.

“Oh I see, we are still feigning denial. I guess I can play along.” Lo’ak laughed warmly. “You know me, I make jewelry for all my brother’s friends.” Sarcasm etched deeply into his teasing tone, but a ping of jealousy still rang through Vamai at the false words.

“I don’t do relationships.” Her panicked confession came out in a rush. Perhaps she could turn him down before things got out of control. Friends with benefits was all she had allowed for several years and she would be damned if she let some arrogant Omatikaya alpha come in and change that.

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes but it was fleeting before his relaxed composure returned.

“I think the circumstances require an exception, little snitch.”

Vamai didn’t want to investigate what circumstance he was referring to. Those dreams were nothing, just simple imaginations of her sexual appetite coming to surface thanks to her subconscious. And Lo’ak. Lo’ak was just infatuated by the competitive game they played. He too would come to his senses and get over his little crush.

“I don’t know what circumstance your imagination has cooked up, but it doesn’t change anything.”

“One dream about a girl is not uncommon, but every fucking night? I know what that means, Vamai.” Lo’ak stated while staring down at her. Vamai’s breath caught in her throat.

Coincidence. Just pure coincidence.

“Do you dream of me too?” The drawled question was released against the shell of her ear. The omega couldn’t remember when he got so close. The blush that invaded her cheeks was involuntary as her thoughts were yanked back to the vile and seductive dreams. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The air was quickly becoming stifling. It felt that no amount of oxygen could fully bring the reprieve she desired. Every inhale was drenched in his unique essence. It was dizzying. Drowning.

Suddenly Lo’ak stepped back. The space helped to clear her thoughts as he reached into the pouch again.

“Anyways, I have something else that I think will help.” His casual tone was an infuriating contradiction to her racing heart.

The small devices that he held were obscure to her eyes. One appeared to look like a necklace but hardened pieces along the length gave it a foreign look. The other strangely shaped piece was something Vamai herself could not have cooked up. She leaned closer to inspect the pieces.

“These will allow us to speak to one another even from long distances.” Lo’ak explained before attaching the pseudo necklace around her throat. She flinched as he put the other strang piece into her ear.

“By Eywa, what are you talking about, Lo’ak?” Vamai asked in frustration.

A hint of mischief fell upon his face as he took ten steps backwards. His fingers reached for the identical necklace he wore before all of a sudden sound was erupting in her right ear.

“I’m talking about this.”

Vamai didn’t even register the words as she jolted at the unexpected foreign sound in her ear. Without a thought her hands slapped the small piece out of her ear as she let out a startled scream. The omega’s heart pounds against her rib cage as she tries to understand what just occurred.

Lo’ak’s laughter was uncontrolled as he bowed over to clutch his knees. The sound strummed at her heartstrings but she was too infuriated to show it. It was painfully obvious who was to blame for her mini heart attack.

“LO’AK YOU FUCKING SKXAWNG!” Vamai screamed at the laughing alpha.

His steps towards the fallen earpiece were jumbled as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. He held his hands up in surrender before gently picking the piece off of the ground. “Sorry…sorry…I just-” His own unrestrained laugh cut off the sentence.

“You could have at least warned me!” It was becoming progressively more difficult to maintain that angry composure with his infectious laugh bouncing along the trees. His breath came out hoarse as he tried to calm down enough to speak.

“I know I know. I’m sorry it’s just your face…” He failed to finish the sentence once more.

“It’s not funny!” Vamai demanded with crossed arms and blushing cheeks. She could feel her own laughter threatening to build in her lungs as she looked at his scrunched smiling face. It was settling the mood into an undesired tone of familiarity that she did not appreciate. It was easy to imagine they were simply friends, getting up to no good on the outskirts of the village. Easy to imagine how Lo’ak convinced Neteyam to do reckless things when that charming smile and infectious laughter was sure to accompany their adventures.

Lo’ak finally regained control. He let out a giggled sigh before coming back up to his full height.

“I mean it is” Vamai raised her hand in preparation to slap that smile off of his handsome face. “But it wasn’t nice. I admit that. Ok?” His unoccupied hand easily wrapped around the wrist of her upturned hand to hold her back. Laughter still echoed in those gleaming eyes.

“Fucking sky demon magic.” Vamai muttered before yanking her wrist out.

“Not magic; technology.” Lo’ak clarified before gently putting the earpiece back in place. “But don’t worry, I promise it won’t hurt you.” There was a more serious timber to his promise. He gave her a reassuring smile.

Her first instinct was to trust him.

The nagging of her hindbrain had taken a different tune as she stared into those golden orbs. It swayed and lured her to accept his words as truth. This alpha was different. He would never hurt her. He would protect her. Cherish her.

The sweet promises floated like a familiar melody through her conscious brain.

Perhaps Vamai did not completely believe it, but trusting him in this seemed harmless.

“Here, I will show you how to use it.” Lo’ak kindly helped her navigate the buttons and explained briefly how it would work. Her rising curiosity hung onto every word he spoke. She had never seen or even been allowed around Sky People gear. It felt oddly exciting.

“There you go, you’ve got it, little snitch.” Lo’ak proudly praised after she had successfully communicated something down the line. The praise wrapped around her like a warm blanket, encasing her happily. Vamai shoved the feeling away before it could show on her face. She shouldn’t care what he thought. His praise meant nothing.

“You might want to be careful about using it in front of Neteyam. He actually knows what it is.” Lo’ak ran his knuckles softly against the side of her face. “But if you ever get bored or need my help, now you can reach me whenever you want.”

“Wishful thinking.” Vamai teased him but only warm affection was returned in the form of a smile. A part of her knew it was important to push his touch away, but it was warm and gentle. It soothed at her constant jittery nerves. For once, she could be still, but not trapped.

“LO’AK!” Distant voices called for his return. The tall alpha let out a regretful sigh at the sound.

“I have to go, but I will let you know where we can meet soon.” He promised.

“Who says I want to see you soon?” Vamai furrowed her eyebrows in an attempt to solidify her disdain.

Lo’ak leaned in and stole her lips in a slowed passionate kiss. His hand cradled either side of her face. Once pulled away, he breathed in the air deeply. A lazy smile traced his features.

“Your sweet scent tells me all I need to know, little snitch.”

Her thighs pressed together in response. Vamai’s inflamed cheeks only glowed brighter as realization settled in. Before a proper response could be formulated, Lo’ak was jogging off into the forest.

“Goodbye Vamai!” His baritone timber sang happily as he gave her one last glance over his shoulder.

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 chapter 6 - something new to lose 】

summary tags: the morning after dun dun dun, liking someone is hard T^T, esp if that person is leona kingscholar, the yearning...the angst... *sobbing*, (ft. a special guest appearance from someone)

word count: 3.6k

author's note: leonayuu is back and angstier than ever ! another chapter that went off the rails but...well, we need some contemplative moments in this fic after all ^^ less cheka shenanigans than usual but ! i hope that you can enjoy it nontheless <3

[ baby it's cold outside series | or read it on ao3 ]

Yuu woke up with a thud. Bleary eyes opened at the sudden pain and they found themselves sprawled up on the ground. A hiss left their lips from the tenderness of their elbow. They sat up slowly so as to not disturb the drowsy fog that still filled their mind.

They glanced onto their bed, finding the two kids still sound asleep— not to mention taking up most of the space on the bed. "No wonder I fell off," They muttered to themselves, wincing as light hit their eyes. That set off a throbbing in their brain. Why was their head hurting so much...?

Yuu gripped onto the railing, a spare blanket thrown over their shoulders as protection against the cold. The room swayed as they walked, yet despite that, they somehow made it to the lounge without falling down the stairs and breaking something.

They spotted a familiar mane of hair curled up on the couch. They blinked, their vision finally steadying.

Oh. Leona. Why was he sleeping here, of all places?

They hesitantly relinquished their blanket, throwing it over the sleeping lion. Maybe it would do them good to get some water...

A warm hand caught their wrist, causing them to jump slightly; turning around to see emerald eyes watching them, "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Last...night?"

They felt a few memories flashing by. The dinner, the picture, and the fireworks. And then the kitchen, the refreshing taste of cold juice...that definitely wasn't just juice. That damn bird . They could feel the trace of Leona's hand on theirs in the dark. And then what? Their mind completely ground to a halt; the throbbing getting worse the more they tried to think about it.

"Headache?" Leona's voice was closer now, and he had stood up while they were thinking.

"Mm," They hummed as the beastman handed the blanket back to them.

"Who's taking care of who now..." Leona muttered as he walked into the hallway. "You stay there." Yuu nodded though he couldn't see them, opting to poke at the ashes of the fire to make it just a little warmer. They manage to lug over a log, letting the fire rekindle as Leona returned.

"Ugh, I'm going to throw up," Yuu grouched as they took small sips of the water he brought them.

"Wanna roast up that old bird when he comes back from his vacation?" Leona asked, his knee brushing against theirs as they sat.

Yuu gave him a side eye, "I'll start the fire, and you capture him?" Leona made a sound of agreement before a peaceful silence lapsed between them.

What exactly was it that Leona was asking about earlier? Did they perhaps throw up all over him? Or did they say something incriminating? They swallowed, hoping that nothing happened. Because if it did, and Leona knew about the feelings they tried to keep locked up inside...

Yuu stood up abruptly, grabbing their jacket and phone from where they left them behind. Maybe a walk would do them good. It would clear their head too. They could feel Leona's gaze on them as they messed around with their sleeves, opting to ignore him.

"And where are you going, servant?" Leona called out, just as they entered the foyer.

"This servant has to attend to their duties," Yuu picked up on the joke naturally. "There's plenty of leftovers in the fridge for all of you to eat, I'll take a walk and be back to Savanaclaw."

"You're leaving me alone with those two brats all morning?" Leona's head popped into the hallway in a way that was almost endearing. "What kind of service is that?"

"You can get the ghosts to help you," A smile toyed at their lips. "It wouldn't be a stretch for the great Leona-sama to order around some mere ghosts, right?"

"You..." Leona rolled his eyes before ambling up to them. "At least take some medicine before you go. I'm not about to go fish you out of the snow if you end up fainting."

They drank the medicine. Then they obediently waited as Leona fussed around them for a bit, complaining about how lightly dressed they were and wrapping a scarf around their neck. Before finally…finally they were deemed fit enough to leave.

Leona was being surprisingly...gentle. And that was weird, considering that they weren't hurt or injured, nor did they do something particularly nice for him. Rather, it was the opposite, with how he had to watch the two kids. A gentle Leona Kingscholar was fairly rare after all.

Not that Yuu disliked it. They buried their nose into the scarf as they walked, hiding their wide smile. It was nice. Suspicious, but nice all the same. They couldn't help the way the euphoria tumbled into the crevices of their lungs as they walked. There was just...something really enjoyable about spending time with the person they liked.

As Yuu finished up their morning tasks, they popped into the kitchen, grabbing a few ingredients to cook lunch with. They walked back to Savanaclaw with a skip in their step.

They knock on the door, traipsing into the room, "Your humble servant returns from their treacherous journey through snowy lands!"

"Yuu-tan! I thought you disappeared!" Cheka was already clinging onto their legs with genuine happiness. "Even though Grim-tan and Ojitan said you'd come back, I didn't know where you went..."

"Of course not," Yuu reached down, lifting the cub into the air. "I had a few little things to take care of. And I had to prep stuff for lunch."

"And?" Leona's voice sounded fatigued. "Did you make sure to bring enough meat, servant?"

"Of course!" They proclaimed, turning toward Leona with a smile. "I would never forget the mo—"

Leona's back was to his window, casting him in shadow. There was something oddly familiar in the languid way he sat, his eyes watching over them, just like...

Last night.

"You don't even like me," Leona's expression shifted into one of panic as they leaned into his space just a little bit more.

"I do like you," The feelings in their chest positively bursting as they held his hand tight. "'S why we're here together, right?"

….No way.

Yuu abruptly turned away, Cheka squealing at the sudden movement. The embarrassment made them burst into flames, heat singing their cheeks. No way did they actually do that last ni—

"Oi, are you ignoring me?" A sound of something being set down, and they had to stop him from coming up to them and seeing.

"N-no, I...I got a big cut of steak for you today," Yuu rushed out, pressing a finger against their lips towards Cheka.

Cheka, who was staring at them confused, "Yuu-tan's red. Is Yuu-tan sick?"

"No, no, I'm...fine," Yuu turned slightly. Seeing that Leona was focused again, they made their way to the couch right behind him. "What have you been doing while I was away?"

"Mm! I've been a good lion!" Cheka puffed out his chest. "Look! I drew lotsa drawings of what we did for Mama and Papa! And I drew some drawings for you and Ojitan too, ehe~"

"That's...so cute," Their hands grazed over the painstakingly crayoned drawings of their activities. "And Leona-sama? What has he been doing, young master Cheka."

"Hehe~ Are we playing again? Ahem!" Cheka cleared his throat before he continued talking in a mock serious manner. "Ojitan told me not to bother him, since he's doing his work. Before that we finished all the good food that was in the fridge with Grim-tan."

"Uwah, all of it?" Yuu would've said that it was impossible but...this was Leona Kingscholar. They also had to give Grim’s bottomless stomach some credit too. And Cheka did have his voracious appetites after playing a lot.

"Mmhm! We're lions, so we're very good at eating!" They patted him on the head, pulling out a few fresh sheets of paper for them to draw on. Yuu spun a pencil in their hands, drawing a few small doodles before taking another glance at Leona.

Was that why he was being so nice? That... incident? Yuu pressed a hand to their forehead for their absolute stupidity. It was yet another reminder not to drink or eat anything without inspecting it clearly here in Twisted Wonderland. Yuu never said anything incriminating, per se, but asking to kiss the Leona Kingscholar... Wasn't that just being really obvious?

"-ore. Oi, herbivore. Ignoring your master again?"

Their shoulders jumped, their pencil scattering away from them as they turned to Leona, "H-huh? Sorry, I was...distracted."

Leona doesn't say another word. Instead he pushed back his chair, picking up a handful of papers. He flopped into the empty space next to them, long legs crossing over theirs.

"You're heavy," Yuu blurted, frowning as Leona settled closer to them. "Is this payback for ignoring you?"

"Let's say it is," Leona waved the papers in front of their face. "Just check this."

"This is...?" Their eyes widened as they saw the papers. Each and every question was filled in with Leona's annoyingly impeccable writing. From the calculations for all the Applied Alchemy packets to the rest of the Magic History packets...

Their gaze shifted to Leona in amazement, “Okay, this is just plain impressive, how did you…?” The beastman was already staring at them, preening in their praise.

There was a dangerously familiar smirk on his face, "I finished everything early, right? I want a prize."

"A... prize? " Yuu's mind traitorously brought up last night's memory once more before they beat it back with a metaphorical stick. They swallowed as Leona's hand drifted to the back of their neck, idly toying at their hair. He didn't say anything as if deep in thought.

"Hey," Leona's voice was low when he finally spoke to them. "I'm sleeping for the rest of the afternoon. And you're coming with me." A sigh of relief stuttered out of them, and they pressed a hand to their chest.

"What're you getting nervous over?" Leona's ears twitched as he yawned. He swung his legs off theirs. "Just hurry up and get to bed."

"Ooh! Can I join the nap?" Cheka chimed in, and Yuu fought not to flinch. They had almost forgotten that there was a child in the room.

"Of course you can," They gave Cheka a wobbly smile as they made their way to the side of the bed. Leona was already monopolizing half of it as his tail lifted in the air lazily.

He grunted as Cheka bounced on the bed excitedly and they awkwardly shuffled onto the bed. They didn’t know how to conduct themself now after everything. "Yuu-tan? You're not coming in the blankie?"

And now there were two lions staring at them. Great. They slipped under Leona's blanket, feeling Cheka's warm hands tugging them closer and closer to where Leona had himself propped up.

"Stop squirming, both of you," The beastman grumbled, using his hands to tuck the blanket around Cheka's shoulders. "We're napping, not rolling around in bed."

Cheka calmed down soon after that, rambling about how comfortable and soft the bed was. He fell asleep with his little fingers fisted in Leona's shirt. They patted the kid's head, smiling lightly at the sight.

"Herbivore," Leona's voice was awfully loud in the silence of the room, even if he was speaking barely above a whisper. "So you remember?" Those emerald greens held a demand in their depth, and Yuu felt like they were getting caught in that stare.

"I...don't know what you're talking about." It was dumb, really, since obviously, Leona remembered everything. And Leona was smart. He could put two and two together if he really wanted to. But there wasn't any harm in denying it a bit longer, was there? If only to shield themself from a broken heart.

"You remembered everything that happened last night just after you came back," There was a conviction in the way he said it; as if he was sure it was fact. "You've been avoiding my eyes every time you catch me staring."

Insistent fingers cradled their chin, tilting their face towards Leona's own, "Where's that smart mouth of yours now?"

Yuu pushed a hand against Leona's face, "Ugh. You...just leave me alone for a second..." They hid their face in their hands, their heartbeat getting faster and faster. They really did get caught.

"I'm a very patient hunter, but," Leona sounded like he was leaning in now. "It sure was fun to have to take care of my servant all night. Against my own will."

They directed a withering gaze at him then, "I'm sorry about that part okay! It wasn't like I planned for it to happen."

"And for the other part?" Leona urged; a touch of desperation in his question. "Are you going to apologize for that part too?"

Yuu bit their lip. They knew exactly what would happen. If they did apologize, Leona would think that they were lying. If they didn't apologize, then they would be admitting that they liked Leona in that way.

But Sevens, it was deeper than that wasn't it? Yuu felt it burrowing into them from the start of this whole upside-down contract. It just wasn't possible for them not to love Leona Kingscholar a little by now. They had fallen, a little too quickly and slowly; all at once. Like honey dripping down the side of the jar, the feelings made a sticky mess out of Yuu's heart in a way they couldn't erase.

And faced with him— that very object of their tortured affections— Yuu didn't know what to say. It would be easy to admit it. No, admitting it was never the problem. The problem was what came after they admitted it. The problem was how it was going to change how Leona saw them, and how they acted around each other. The problem was...they were just a little too sure that their affections wouldn't be returned.

Not by someone like Leona, who deserved someone better than a normal human like them. The Leona who was destined for greatness, if only the world would shine its merciful spotlight on him just one more time. The Leona whose embrace was a little too warm for someone like them that couldn't give him anything in return.

So they did the only thing that they could do.

Yuu averted their gaze, "Aren't we here to sleep...?"

They tried not to notice the way Leona's expression shifted, a frown marring his face, "So you'll avoid the question." Instead of sounding mad, Leona sounded...resigned. As if somewhere in that brilliant mind of his, he already thought of this possibility happening. Guilt clawed at Yuu's throat as they left the silence be.

"...Alright," Leona's hand landed on their head and the gesture made them feel like crying. "Just promise me this. Answer me truthfully next time I ask."

"As long as you aren't about to ask me the question again right after this," They willed an awkward smile on their face, and Leona's hand lifted from their head; followed by a huff.

"I wouldn't waste my chance," There was this expression on Leona's face; one that they haven't ever seen before, like his face didn't know what kind of expression to make either. And Yuu was sure it was mirrored on their face too.

It would be nice if they could continue this twisted dance of theirs, two steps forward and one step back; barely holding on to each other as they spun. Yuu thought that they would be the one tempted to take just one step closer, but it seemed that Leona was the one that had the courage. And if they never get their rhythm back again...?

"Sleep well," They managed to say before they turned around. "You've worked hard." Leona gave no answer. It was hard to fall asleep, and they thought they wouldn't have. But maybe it was the steadiness of the two sleeping right behind them that lulled them into slumber. And in sleep, they finally unfurled the hand that had been clenched right over the heart they were trying to protect.

[ omake : keeping secrets and treasures ]

Leona woke up with a frown. He could hear the annoying and incessant vibration of his phone; abandoned somewhere on his desk. He groaned, stretching out a hand to grab it. The sun looked like it would be setting soon as lidded eyes fixed themselves on his phone screen. Falena's name repeatedly flashed at him and Leona half-wanted to throw the phone out of his window.

A small noise of complaint drew his attention. The herbivore. Right. They were asleep right there, facing him this time. He poked their cheek lightly and, yup, with that frown that was definitely them. They were...sleeping on his arm. He couldn't feel it at all, but Leona didn't care. Cheka was also nuzzled into his chest, and Leona had to wonder: was he really that comfortable to sleep on?

He dragged his fingers across the screen, turning down the volume before answering. Falena's voice still made his ears flatten, "Younger brother! Is that you Leona? Or— Could it be? My dear mtoto was the one that answered?"

"Put away that tone," Leona hissed lowly. "What do you want? The brat's sleeping."

"Oh! Oh, sorry....can we do a video call? I want to see my mtoto." Leona could picture the way Falena's ears would probably droop slightly as he said those words.

Leona glanced at the herbivore again before sighing, "Fine. Give me a sec." He placed the phone down, grabbing the far end of the blanket and flinging it over the herbivore's figure; just enough so they weren't too visible.

He couldn't help but yawn as he opened the front camera, shoving it close to Cheka's face, "There. You satisfied? You're gonna see him tomorrow anyway."

"He looks so cute when he's sleeping," Falena cooed. "Malkia wangu! Look! I've got Leona on video call."

Leona watched as his Oneesama walked into frame, clearly in the middle of some sort of discussion with her attendants, "You're taking care of my child?"

"Of course. He's getting fed and he plays a lot," Leona said, though it was mostly the herbivore that was taking care of Cheka. But that was on his behalf, and he indulged in the both of them too often anyway...

Oneesama nodded, "I'll pick him up myself tomorrow."

"There's no need for tha—" A head rammed right into his jaw, causing him to growl.

"Papa! Mama!" Cheka's shrill voice made Leona's ears flatten for the second time that day. "Ohhh, I've missed you!" The cub waved enthusiastically, shifting so that he was sitting by Leona's head. He handed him the phone and the boy chattered happily to his parents.

Leona let his focus wander, his eyes drifting to the slightest peek of their head from under the blanket. He let out a sigh, the troublesome fondness filling his chest once more. He really needed them to tell him if they felt the same or not. Even if they were too good for him, couldn't Leona let himself be selfish for once?

He tugged them a little closer. Leona was so very close to being sure that they liked him too. Yet the shadow of doubt still lingered. Watching the conflict play out on their face earlier was almost painful. If only he knew what was going on in that mind of theirs. If only he could hold them like this when they were awake, and stop them from drifting away.

"Leona? Who are you looking at?" He dragged his eyes back to the screen, seeing that Cheka was looking at him too. "Don't tell me...is there someone else there?" His brother's eyes sparkled and his Oneesama looked far from disinterested. Shit.

Cheka beamed, "Ah, that's—"

"None of your business," Leona grabbed his phone, tilting it so that his pesky older brother couldn't see the herbivore. "Make sure to come on time tomorrow. And don't. Come. Here." He turned off the call and tossed his phone onto the bed somewhere, closing his eyes.

"How come you didn't tell Papa about Yuu-tan?" Right, the brat was still there. He wracked his brain for a suitable explanation before opening his eyes.

He held up a finger, "The herbivore's a secret between you and me, okay? Don't mention it to Fale— your Papa. Or else he wouldn't stop bothering me about it."

"Ooh, a secret!" Cheka nodded, an oddly serious expression on his face. "Since Yuu-tan's your best friend, you want to keep them a secret from Papa. I get it, it's like hiding your treasures."

Leona paused before conceding, "Yeah. They're my treasure, so I get to tell your Papa about them. Your job is to keep it a secret until then, alright?"

"Okay, hehe~" Cheka mimed zipping his lips. "I promise, I won't tell anyone." And with that, the chatterbox buried himself back between himself and the herbivore. He clicked his tongue, but he couldn't get mad. After all, the brat cared for the herbivore almost as much as he did. (Almost. Leona wouldn't lose in terms of affection for his herbivore.)

Cheka let out a giggle when Leona turned on his side. Leona shushed him before turning his contemplative stare onto the herbivore. Tomorrow marked the end of Cheka’s visit. With Cheka gone, they wouldn’t have any excuses to avoid him. Leona would be getting an answer out of them, one way or another.

sorry not sorry for the angsty chapter >:D the series is coming to an end soon and i feel like i didn't add enough angst to balance out the mutual pining so here it is jskdjsf

here's my masterlist and the rest of baby it's cold outside if you'd like to check out more <33

[ tiny swahili dictionary ]

mtoto means "child" in swahili ! it is an endearment for any younger child >:D

malkia wangu means "my queen" i hc falena as a corny man who loves to call his wife by affectionate nicknames sjdkfsjf (just like a certain someone huh...)

i chose swahili bc it's the national language of kenya, where lion king is supposedly set. so expect more swahili terms coming up soon hehe ^^

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weak hero headcanons ; the union's families

hellooooo !! i just wanna preface this by saying these are just my thoughts and if you have your own i’d love to hear ‘em !!!!!! aside from jake + donald, we’ve never seen much of the union guys’ families and i’m not sure we will. if any of this turns out not-canon tho, wellllll :,)

i'll make a follow-up post for the eungang, but in the meanwhile pls enjoy !! + if u wanted to see any other characters, feel free to send an ask ;3

tw: dysfunctional families, mentions of abuse, death mention

jimmy bae / bae jihoon

⋆ jihoon’s family is pretty small, with it just being him and his grandma. his parents haven’t been in his life for a long time, so his relationship with them is strained, to say the least-

⋆ his parents weren’t ready for a kid when they had him, nor was their marriage the most loving; lots of fighting, both verbal and physical. he was often at school or with his grandma, so he wasn’t too exposed to it, but it affected him nonetheless ;; when he showed up to his grandma’s with a bruised wrist, she moved him in with her w/ the promise that she'd always keep him safe

⋆ she's tried her best to give him a good life and while he struggles w/ expressing it, he's incredibly grateful; she's one of the few people he doesn't give shit to lol

⋆ they spend plenty of time together when jihoon isn't busy !! his favorite thing to do after a long day is watch late-night tv together, while enjoying some of his granny's homemade samgyetang (he's totally not a grandma's boy, but he loves her cooking over anything else lol). helps her in the kitchen p often, be it cooking or baking; he says it's so he's not living off convenience store food when he's older, but in reality ?? he likes how rewarding it is when the food comes out right :))

⋆ plus, the silly conversations they have are v comforting~

⋆ he'll never say it, but deep down he wishes things with his parents were different. he acts like he doesn't give a fuck, that he's better off anyway, yet secretly yearns for their love ;;; its part of his pride as he wants to prove — not just to them, but to himself — that he's stronger without them, while simultaneously wishing they'd even care

⋆ grandma bae always reminds him of how special and loved he is, tho :(( and despite how he feels, jihoon wouldn't want to be raised by anyone else~

jake ji / ji hakho

⋆ we already know about kenny, but i still wanted to write a bit about the rest of the ji family sooo !!

⋆ it's just them and their momma ! their dad walked out a few years back, right before kenny joined manwol and the whole incident ;; they've seen him once or twice since, for holidays, but even that was over a year ago- both are still coming to terms with it, since they adored their dad so much ;; hakho especially, who can't help but feel abandoned

⋆ the only person he confides in about his troubles (other than dean) is his brother; he trusts him more because he can relate to him in ways his friends can't, and kenny gives the best advice, so he feels there's nobody he can rely on more :(( bc he admires him so much, kenny's approval is also important to hakho, who feels guilty for getting involved in delinquent gang shit despite how desperately kenny tried protecting him from it ;; he wants nothing more than to make him proud, but right now ?? he fears he's only letting him down

⋆ little does he know that kenny loves + supports him regardless, because what kinda brother would he be if he didn't ??

⋆ they have an alright relationship with their mom- their dad was the main parent, while mom worked full-time, so she never had time to really bond with the boys ;; now, being a single parent, it's made it all the more apparent just how absent she's been. she's trying her best to be more involved, though it's hard ;; she often gets frustrated because she wants them to stop getting in trouble and just . be what she wants; what she fails to realize is that they're going to make mistakes, and they're depending on her for guidance and understanding :// she'll come around eventually, but...

⋆ they do have a dog !! he's 6-7 years old + was kenny's dog first, so he's more attached to him than hakho lol ;; he's a super energetic German Shepherd named ddori, and they're currently training him to be something of a service pet, to help out kenny during his recovery :))) it works out well, since lil ddori loves having tasks to do (and it keeps him from making messes lol)

⋆ overall their home life is very simple !! hakho often hopes that his life will miraculously go back to how it was before his dad left, although it won't change everything with kenny ;; he knows it's a moot point, but a part of him will always being wishing — and waiting — for things to be "normal" again ,,,

wolf keum / keum seongje

⋆ maybe it’s just me, but seongje has always seemed like an older brother; to a younger sister, specifically (like . elementary school age) :D

⋆ she looks like a mini version of him: she’s got darker hair but it’s as unruly as his, and her eyes are a copy-paste of his own- the only thing she didn’t get is his personality, which is probably for the best :,)

⋆ they were closer when seongje was little, although he wasn’t excited to be a brother at first- i imagine he was the kid who didn’t want siblings because then they'd get all the attention lol, but once he met his sister, his opinion changed very quick :)) because their parents were often busy with work (i see them as business people, like ceos or whatnot), he helped take care of her: made sure she was fed, got to school safe, etc.~ they didn't play toys or games together, because she'd always cry when she lost, but they had a sweet lil bond :((

⋆ during middle school he grew isolated from his family. his relationship with his parents wasn't the best, since they had their own plans for him as the eldest, and the weight of them was incredibly suffocating ;; his dad was always the worst about it, becoming verbally abusive when seongje didn't keep up with his expectations. it's all the more reason for him to hate being controlled by others, since it only reminds him of how stifling his parents are

⋆ but now, with all the fighting and drinking/smoking and shit, they're just.. disappointed. his mom is a little more forgiving because she still sees him as her baby, but his dad ?? not so much ,, he tries picking fights about it constantly, but seongje doesn't bother responding (and honestly ? he gave up trying to please them a longgg time ago)

⋆ a part of him wishes he hadn't pulled away from his sister, too, but he thinks there's no point in trying to be a "good" brother now- she still talks to him about her week and seongje (either out of habit or genuine care) makes her breakfast on the weekdays, when it's just the two of them. it's always something simple, like cereal or toast, but it's thoughtful :) he knows he'll never be someone she can look up to, but he's trying, in his own little ways~

forrest lee / lee sehan

⋆ he’s one of two kids (+ a puppy) born to a very doting set of parents :(( there's only a two-year difference between him and his little brother, but they act like oil and water- probably because his lil bro is the spoiled one, so he acts wayyy less mature than he should be

⋆ sehan looks out for him tho !! despite all their petty fights and rough-housing, he cares about him. so if ppl at school are giving him a hard time, or if he’s struggling with something, he always knows he can turn to sehan for some brotherly advice~

⋆ has a good relationship w/ his parents, too ! his mom works as teacher so she's a stickler about grades, but it actually benefits him bc he can always get her help with homework or whatnot. (tho she never does it for him lmao) he’s actually smarter than he seems bc of this :,) not an honor student or anything, but his parents are proud of him nonetheless~

⋆ his dad is a stay-at-home father who adores his kids v much !! he regularly showers them w/ gifts and tons of affection; he's not very good with saying "no" to them, either, so the two end up having plenty of leeway lol- the only thing their parents don't like is seeing sehan come home all bruised and bloodied — they can't help but worry !! they think he's being bullied and is too embarrassed to tell them buttt ,, if only they knew :,)

⋆ their puppy is a one year-old Jindo named bokdungi :(( he's a rescue dog and veryyy shy. however, lil bokdungi is pretty attached to sehan~ is typically found laying by his feet during dinner or cuddling w/ him on the couch while he watches tv (probably some mystery/crime drama, i can see him and his dad enjoying shows like that together loll)

⋆ overall he's got a good life and a happy family to support him :)) he often worries that they'll find out about the union and be disappointed — or worse,, but he tries not the think about it, and just enjoys how peaceful their home is right now

donald na / na baekjin

⋆ poor baekjin ,,,, he's been on his own for years now, so i don't think he has much family to talk about

⋆ his childhood was rough. love and stability were foreign concepts in his house, since his father was very abusive towards him and his mom — verbally and especially physically ;; it didn't help that his classmates were no different, so it seemed wherever he turned, there was always someone in his life letting him down

⋆ of course, his mom tried her best to support him. she was unemployed, but what little money she had she would spend on him ;; it wasn't fancy, only matchbox cars or toys from quarter machines, but baekjin cherished them nonetheless :(( his dad often broke them during his outburts, so baekjin would hide them until that also stopped working; the only one he has left is a mini figurine (probably some cartoon character knockoff, lol) that rests in his nightstand, for safekeeping ofc

⋆ his mom would bake often, too !! they didn't have much for food, but his mom was good at making breads and pastries from scratch, and he loved watching her do it ;; it's some of the only peaceful memories he has. probably why he's such a bread fiend now lol, but no matter how great the bakery ones are, they're just... not the same as his mom's ,,

⋆ despite this, there isn't much he can look back on fondly;; his dad had a lot of problems (i feel like alcoholism, but probably a lot of anger issues + narcissism as well) that he never dealt with, and instead inflicted his frustration onto baekjin and his mom ;; and while she tried to protect him when she could, she couldn't save him from it completely. it fucked him up, severely. so even those few good memories are hard to enjoy without all sorts of conflicting emotions bubbling up to surface

⋆ as for the rest of his family ?? he isn't close with them. his father kinda isolated them from both sides of the family, as a lot of abusers do, so he never got a chance to really know them ;; his uncle tried, though ! he'd send him birthday + christmas gifts, and would visit every so often, but they fell out of contact once baekjin escaped his situation :(( he knows he could seek him out and actually build an uncle-nephew bond w/ him, but he's so preoccupied with the union + depending solely on himself that he sees no point in relying on family now ;;

⋆ which is a shame, because if he did turn to them, his uncle and aunt would be more than willing to let him into their lives and show him how loving + nurturing a home can be :((

⋆ but for now, it's just him; and to baekjin, he's much better off that way

joo hwangmo

⋆ hwangmo enthusiasts… ARISEEEEE !!!!!!

⋆ hwangmo is a mommas boy i fear :( it's been the two of them his whole life, since his dad wanted nothing to do with raising him. it bugged him more when he was little bc he didn’t understand why his dad wasn’t around and thought it was his fault, but he's not as hurt now

⋆ has a lot of respect towards his mom for being a single, working mother :(( she raised him to be responsible, so he does his best to make her life a little easier lol + it's his way of appreciating her. helps out a lot around the house, cleans up after himself, cooks dinner once a week, etc- she still makes his lunches, tho :,)

⋆ they have a good relationship tho !! they try and make time to go out and do fun things like karaoke or bowling~ his mom worked in a salon for years, so he lets her practice on his hair so her skills don't get rusty, lol- he tries to hide all the fights he gets into, but his mom's intuition is stronger than he thinks. she doesn't bug him about it, because he's a good kid otherwise, but she worries ;;

⋆ is also really close with his grandparents !! his grandpa more-so, since he's always been a father-figure to hwangmo. he's the first person hwangmo goes to for advice, and some of his fondest memories are from going fishing with him as a kid :((( his grandparents moved to the countryside not long ago, but he stays with them during school vacations, or calls them once in a while to chat

⋆ no siblings, but he does have a really old, chunky Himalayan cat named geureumi to fill the void :,) she's friendly but a lil toooo clingy. hwangmo doesn't mind, but bc she sleeps by his legs at night, he worrries about kicking her off the bed by accident-

hayden ma / ma seokhee

⋆ DEF an only child, and a spoiled one at that-

⋆ his mom and dad both work in the health/beauty industry ! his dad as an mua and his mom as an esthetician. when he was little he would often follow his dad to work (who begrudingly let him-) and found the amount of effort and creativity put into makeup to be super fascinating~

⋆ an aside; because of this, seokhee for sure fux around with makeup- like. yes he canonly wears black lipstick but you can’t tell me he doesn’t spend 15 minutes every morning putting on eyeliner + concealer too… i feel like his parents encouraged his self-expression from a young age, even thru all his weird phases :,) that being said, he’ll never admit that he moonlights as an mua; took him until the end of middle school to own up to the lipstick, only because he spent the first years trying to convince everyone that “no it’s just how my lips look, i swear-”

⋆ his parents divorced when he was in middle school ;; his dad has custody, but he stays with his mom on the weekends + holidays/vacation. he likes living with her more than his dad because she actually cares about him ;; his dad is a workaholic and just... isn't that interested in seokhee's life :// very emotionally distant; he tries buying his love with expensive gifts, but what seokhee really wants is for him to ask about his day, or listen when he talks ,,, it's kinda why he's so desperate for attention and feeling included, because he doesn't get that at home (and also he's just really arrogant...)

⋆ his mom is better about parenting him, tho. maybe not as involved as she could be, but she doesn't take the time she gets with him for granted :)) they often go on trips when he's out of school !! not super far, but he enjoys getting away and spending time together~ his favorite place they've gone is Jeju Island; they visited the waterfalls there not long after his parents' divorce and it was... comforting, in a way

⋆ his dad has a Bichon Frise named heoni ! her and seokhee do NOT get along, unfortunately ;; he was a stupid kid and played w/ her too much, and so she bit off a chunk of his finger off in return :/// he's tried making it up to her by giving her toys and treats but... she's not having it-

⋆ once he's older, he realizes just how shitty he was to his parents at times, and part of him regrets being so difficult- he's not good with apologies, so he never actually says "sorry", but he tries making up for it by being a little less selfish and a little more appreciative-

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BONUS~

myles joo / joo seungjin

⋆ he’s cursed to be the middle child... has two brothers — though they're not as close as they once were — and they all live together with their dad who works as a store manager !

⋆ their mom died when seungjin was in elementary school;; it was a freak accident, so his memory of it is fuzzy, but it was the catalyst to their bonds dwindling. they all handled their grief differently, so while his brothers chose to move on over time, seungjin acted out instead

⋆ he used to really look up to his older brother; they would shoot hoops together and stay up late playing video games, until they’d get chased into their rooms by their v disgruntled dad- now his brother’s busy with college and whatnot, so it’s hard for them to see eye-to-eye ;; deep down, seungjin’s brother wants him to stop w the whole delinquent shit, and seungjin just wants his brother to understand him for once — but neither are good communicators ://

⋆ their dad isn't great, either;; he's always put his attention towards seungjin's brothers, never caring about what seungjin did unless it was something he could complain about. he's always overlooked him, so seungjin figures that if it (or he) doesn't matter anyway, he'll just do as he pleases. his dad bitches about it, but never actually does anything; to him, it's just a lost cause ://

⋆ their lil bro is a sweetie tho !!! thinks seungjin is a total badass bc of the fights he gets into, even when he loses- also thinks his hair is cool; loves watching him dye it while being totally mesmerized loll (keeps asking him to dye his hair, too, but big bro refuses ... he's pissed their dad off enough already)- he follows him around like a lost puppy, whenever seungjin is actually home ;; he doesn't really get why, but he knows he was probably just as annoying at that age, so while he grumbles about how clingy he is, he tries to appreciate it :,) (though he wishes he could be a better example, like their older brother was for him)

⋆ the only time they all get along is when visiting their mom's memorial. it's hard on them, no matter how long ago it happened;; seungjin especially, since he never truly dealt with her passing. it's one of the few times he's vulnerable with his family, and vulnerable with himself — though it took him forever to get to that point. he'll accept it, eventually, but he's not sure he can let go ;;

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