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mondaymelon · 1 year

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— 𝗮𝗵, 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 …! ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, wanderer x gn!reader:

⤷ just fluff and reader being dense af

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When you're dense as fuck and not picking up on any of their hints...

XIAO is clearly not one to show emotion often.

Yet, when it comes to you, he tries to convey his feelings properly in the best way he can... it's just that-

You seem to be so impossibly oblivious?

That's not really a bother to the aloof man, since he can't exactly read emotions well either. He knows where you're coming from, and will try to give you the time you need.

Xiao's advances on the other hand... are... well, let's just say interesting. Ever since he had quietly asked Zhongli for some relationship advice, the man had been entangled in the two of you's association ever since, giving Xiao the most bewildering advice... to him, at least.

So now, every morning, the two of you drink tea together and watch the sun rise above the mountain peaks, per request of the adpetus. You didn't think much of it - it was more of an excuse just to spend more time with the man, and so you were happy to oblige.

Still, waking up every morning, this early... you can barely keep yourself from dozing off.

"Come to think of it, do you like the sunrise, Xiao? You must have a reason for constantly inviting me to meetings like this... ah- but I enjoy them, I promise you...!"

Xiao let a ghost of a smile play across his face. No, He wants to say to you. I do this because I want to see you. "Yes, the sunrise is beautiful indeed."

"Aha, I knew it! I never took you for someone as sentimental as that, but it's a welcome side of you!"

"...Mhm." But you are much more beautiful.

The silence that comes after is somehow comforting.

He doesn't know where these emotions have come from, or how they blossomed, but just by being in your presence they are nurtured, and by the day they grow.

And because he can't express it himself, he'll wait until the day you realize it. ♥

KAZUHA is someone whose words float like birdsong.

So when he quietly shows you all the poems he's written about you, face flushed merely think it's because of his eloquent language that you don't understand his feelings. After all, he does use quite the number of elaborate metaphors, so it would only make sense, right?

Yet, when he attempts to convey his feelings in a more blunt manner, that seems to somehow fail as well.

"Ah, you're so beautiful that I feel flustered." He lets out a quiet laugh, smiling at you.

"Thank you Kazuha! You're also very beautiful!"

"...Mhm."

And even...

"Hey, I like you."

"Aww, Kazuha, I like you too! We're really the best of friends, aren't we?"

The only thing that comes out of the male's mouth is an awkward laugh. Needless to say, now the truth grows apparent.

You're just really, really dense!

The white-haired male tries to show you through actions instead - holding your hand, walking you home, even going out on "dates", yet still nothing seems to work. All his hints have failed him, and there's only one choice left.

To tell you, directly, again.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kazuha!" You smile so obviously.

"Romantically."

"...What?" You glance up at him with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide.

"It's as simple as it sounds."

"Ah- W-w-wait- uhm-" You're stammering hard, now, and the heat that's rising to your face burns. "You... like me??" You voice comes out as an airy whisper.

"Yes, dove, and I'll say it as many times as it'll take." ♥

WANDERER is a little pissed off - which is reasonable.

He's clearly making it obvious, how can you be so stupid?? At this point, surely you're just playing stupid to make a mockery out of him, aren't you?

Playing games with him, of all people... well, that irks him even more than he already is.

And the fact that you seem to be completely unaware of his rage, somehow, makes it even worse!

He doesn't have many friends, but surely regular people don't keep "friends" as close to their heart as he does with you? You call him by his real name, and he treasures your being, but with the way you're acting so blissfully oblivious... he's just about fed up with your antics.

The last straw is when he accompanies you to do some commissions in Sumeru, one of them being to guard a package delivery from Gandharva Ville to Port Ormos. As the two of you walk up to the agreed meeting spot, the commissioner spots you and waves.

"Oh, there you are!" He grins, and something about the way he's acting all buddy-buddy makes Wanderer clench his fists silently. The tanned man turns to the other, wearing the same expression. "Haha, and you didn't tell me you were bringing your lover along as well!"

...What?

And just like that, all of his unexpected rage disappears as he shoots his gaze up, indigo eyes wide.

You laugh whole heartedly. "Nono, this is my best friend-"

"No, I'm their lover!"

You stay silent for the count of three, before speaking awkwardly. "Kuni, what are you-"

"I LIKE YOU, OKAY? UGH, WHY WON'T YOU GET IT ALREADY!! I THINK YOU'RE REALLY NICE AND REALLY PRETTY AND I WANT TO BE YOUR LOVER-!!" He's shouting, now, voice angry as heat rises to his cheeks.

Ah, the words just slipped out of his mouth.

The silence afterwards is suffocating.

The delivery man is the first to break it, clearing his throat before smiling awkwardly. "Uhm, I'll give you guys some space," before hurriedly running off.

"...Kuni, what was that you just said?" It seems the truth has begun to dawn on you, apparent through the way your cheeks are flushed and you won't meet his gaze.

"Dummy- you heard me!" ♥

(a/n) wanderer is so silly

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nhlclover · 6 months

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i think he knows | adam fantilli

word count: 1.31k

summary: after pining for one another for a while, you finally make a move

warnings: not proofread, the section written in italics is a flashback, mentions of drinking, little bit of steamy activity and allusions to sex, kissing

notes: based on ‘i think he knows’ by taylor swift. first adam fic... not sure how i feel about this, it's kind of a mess

You were starting to go cross-eyed from staring at him so much.

Every chance you got, whenever Adam was preoccupied in a conversation with Dylan who was standing next to him, you’d catch a glance at him.

You were out at a bar in Nashville, celebrating Adam being drafted by Columbus. Adam had invited tons of people to be in his group of support for the draft, including you.

You and Adam met in class, being partnered together for a mini assignment. Over the course of the project and the rest of the school year, the two of you became close friends. Somewhere along the way, you’d developed feelings for him. However, you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him how you felt. So you stayed friends. Close friends.

His right hand was gripping his glass of whiskey, beads of condensation rolling down to his knuckles. You eyed him as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. Your brain was wracked with images of his hands running up and down your sides, getting to know your body like it’s his own.

“Can you quit staring at my brother like that? It’s creeping me out.”

You turn to face Luca whose face is scrunched up in disgust.

“What?” You say.

“You’re looking at him like you’re being starved and he’s a fucking filet mignon.” Luca scoffs, sipping from his beer.

Your cheeks heat up, trying to defend yourself against Luca. “I’m not…we’re not…I don’t like him like that.”

You immediately regret even saying anything as your words come out rushed and unsure.

“Oh please everyone here knows you two are drooling over one another and frankly it’s disgusting.” He says.

You sigh. “Is it that obvious?” You ask.

“Are you kidding me?” Luca asks, a grin tugging on his lips. “The tailgate party for the final football game of the season? Do you remember that?”

Adam knew what he was doing. He had to. He was wearing the UMich t-shirt you had cut into a tank after you told him he needed more variety in his wardrobe. You had also added that tanks were hot on guys. He had to be wearing it for you, right?

But then again there was the chance that this was all in your head. The flirting that Adam had been doing since you’d finished your joint assignment could all be in your head and was just him being nice.

Suddenly Adam was on his way over to you and your friends, who made an excuse to leave so the two of you could talk alone.

“Your DIY is a hit.” He says.

“I am an artist if I do say so myself.” You chuckle, fiddling with the choppy left sleeve of Adam’s shirt.

Your fingers brush his skin, a slight rush running up your fingertips. You look at Adam’s face, a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you.

“What?” You ask.

“You look good.” He says.

“Thank you.” You smile.

There’s a beat of silence while the two of you hold eye contact.

“What, you’re not going to tell me I look good?” He asks.

You scoff at his cocky comment. “I don’t need to tell you something you already know.”

“Oh, you think I look good?” Adam smirks.

“That is not what I said.” You say.

“Mhm, but that’s what you were thinking.” He laughs.

Your cheeks flush pink, Adam smiling at the reaction he got out of you. He rests a hand on the wall, leaning over you.

“I’m serious, you look amazing.” He says.

Your cheeks flush even pinker, if possible, Adam slowly leaning his head down.

“Get a room!”

You and Adam turn your heads to where some of his teammates are. All of them are staring at you, smirking and laughing at the two of you. Adam flips them off, turning back to you. “I’m sorry about them.” He sighs.

“I-it’s okay. I’m going to go find my friends.” You say, weaving through the crowd to find your friends.

Adam walks over to his friends, a fake smile on his lips. “I hope you guys are all impotent.” He says.

“You’re blushing just thinking about him.” Luca groans.

You glance over to Adam who you find looking right back at you.

“Listen,” Luca says, drawing your eyes off his brother. “Go to him. Get out of here, and take him with you.”

“Are you whoring out your brother?” You ask jokingly.

Luca rolls his eyes, pushing you towards Adam. You walk over to Adam, stopping next to Dylan. When Dylan sees you, he makes an excuse, leaving the two of you alone.

“I just wanted to say congrats, again.” You say.

“Thank you.” Adam smiles.

“I’m going to head out now, though.” You say. “Go back to the hotel…”

You trail off, hoping he would pick up what you were putting down. Looking down at you, you feel your heartbeat skip under his gaze. “Okay.” Adam says.

That’s it? You furrow your eyebrows slightly, expecting Adam to have picked up on what you were insinuating. You are slightly confused until a smirk begins to tug on his lips. You should’ve expected this, as his attitude was a common thing you got to see. Something you’d always wanted to force away.

He stayed silent, not offering you much more than his eyes dragging up and down your body. Was he going to make you spell it out? If Adam was going to make you jump through hoops, you were at least going to do it under your terms.

“Yeah, go back… Get out of this tight dress, maybe take a hot bath… Try on my new set from Victoria Secret…” You trail off.

Adam gulps, and you can practically see him imagining you in a matching lingerie set. You had him obsessed with you and you completely understood why.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, shifting his feet to try and adjust himself.

You giggled, liking the effect you had on him. You rest your hands on his chest, flattening his dress shirt. You can practically feel his racing heart in his chest.

“Of course, there’s always room for a plus one.” You say softly.

That’s enough to push Adam over the edge, grabbing his glass from the table and downing the remainder of his drink. He takes your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant. You briefly stop by Luca, Adam asking him to tell their guests that he wasn’t feeling well so they were going back to the hotel. Luca agrees to cover, sneakily holding his hand out to high-five you as you pass him.

You and Adam step out into the warm Nashville air, walking down the sidewalk toward the car that Adam had rented. He hands you the keys, seeing as he had drunk and you hadn’t. You slide in the driver's seat, Adam’s hand finding your thigh immediately.

You start up the car, turning onto the street. You hit a light, looking over at Adam, whose eyes hadn’t left your face since you got in the car. The streetlights lit up his face, his normally light blue eyes looking like a darker indigo colour in the nighttime.

You continue down the streets of Nashville, eventually pulling into the parking lot of your hotel. You two were fast into the lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, Adam’s hands were on your hips, pressing you against the metal wall. His lips connect to yours, your hands going into his hair. He deepens the kiss, causing you to instinctively tug on his roots, eliciting a groan.

When the doors open, you split apart, darting down the hall to your room. Fumbling with the keycard, you eventually unlock the door, you and Adam slipping inside, your tongues a tangled mess.

#adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #columbus blue jackets #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #umich hockey #umich

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Good Evening

Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, domestic fluff, romance, top Katsuki, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, overall Katsuki being horny for his Omega

Linked to "Good Morning" With Eijiro x Reader.

You sat carefully slipped on your shoes right as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was a special night. A night that you had spend weeks planning because of your husband’s busy schedule. It was finally Bakugou’s birthday, the one day of the year that you were allowed to spoil him and he wouldn’t question it. It was also the one day of the year that he didn’t try and find out your plans that you had in store for him whenever you started acting suspicious.

You let out a breath as you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Today was very important. You had a lot held in store for your Alpha tonight and you were hoping that by the time you got downstairs where he should be by now (judging by your natural Katsuki-clock that you had set in to your own being). Tonight you were already wearing comfortable enough clothes for what you had in store for him. Despite trying to look fancy enough for the occasion, you also didn’t want to over do it.

With a confident breath, you stood up from your vanity and made your way out your bedroom. You climbed the steps to find that the blond haired Alpha was already waiting for you by the front door. His head turning to look at you as he looked away from the pictures on the wall. His crimson gaze locking onto your figure as you descended the stairs.

There was many thing you loved about your Alpha, but there was just a certain way he does things that you couldn’t help but love. From the way that he stood, assurance in every step no matter how he was thinking. The way his crimson eyes, that which reminded you of the deepest and richest of wines that you could only taste on a good night out, would look at things with such an intensity, you were surprised that they weren’t consumed in the flames of his gaze. His soft tufts of hair that were rather wild and untameable and yet uniquely his. Even now as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his hands in his pants and soft smirk pulling to his lips, dressed to impress with a button down and looking too good to be just for you, you couldn’t help but thank the heavens that he was all yours.

Bakugou opened his arms and carefully pulled you into his arms and his embrace. “Looks like all that money you spend on clothes is worth it.” He let out lowly.

You chuckled. “It’s always worth it Katsuki.”

He hummed in disapproval despite his face. His eyes looked you up and down before pulling you against him and placing a kiss to your lips, a satisfied rumble coming out of his chest. You purred back at his warm embrace, keeping your hands on his chest as you reached up to meet him. He chuckled and leaned back. “Good evening, Omega.” He let out lowly against your lips. “I see you want to spoil me tonight.”

You nodded your head with a smile. “Of course. Your birthday only comes once a year.” You reminded him as you took his large hands in your own. “I’ve got to spoil you, Tsuki.” You teased using the nickname that you knew he hated.

Bakugou groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve really got to stop using that fucking nickname.” He stated annoyed.

“But why?” You tilted your head. “It suits you so well, Tsuki.”

“Okay, Y/N it’s not funny anymore.”

“Tsuki-bear.”

“Stop.”

“Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsu-”

Your voice stopped in your throat as he lifted a hand up to your throat, not squeezing but the presence of it there was enough to stop your thoughts and actions entirely. You looked up at him with a building tension between your legs as you looked up at him. He smirked at the spike in your scent but mostly at how quick it was to shut you up. He shook his head with a low chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder why I had to be mated to the biggest brat on this planet?”

You lifted up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Eijiro how he feels being friends with you.”

Bakugou went stiff for a moment, his ears turning red for a moment before letting go of you and scowling. He turned away from you to the front door making you laugh at his sharp change of tune. “Let’s fucking go already. We’re going to be late for our reservation.” He gruffed out, his hands shoved into his pockets like he did whenever he was pouty.

You watched the large blond Alpha stand by your front door amusedly. You tilted your head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “And who said I made reservations, Katsuki?” You asked him.

He turned to you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why the fuck did you tell me to get cleaned up?”

“You had just come back from work.” You laughed motioning to him. “I don’t need you smelling like smoke and who knows what.” You approached him and gently took his warm hands. That was something else you loved about him. His hands. They were like mini warmers. Although you knew that he got really self-conscious about how they could get sweaty because of his quirk, you loved them (even though they did get sweaty- but you wouldn’t tell him that). “Come on.” You motioned behind you. “Lets go.” You urged from him with a gentle simple as you dragged him away from the front door.

Bakugou gave you a sceptical look. He was a naturally sceptical person. He often saw a glass as half empty than half full. However, as you led him you noticed his hand tighten around yours. If there was anything, Bakugou would trust you with his life. He would happily let you lead him into the unknown if it ever came down to it.

The both of you walked through the house you shared in the Pack A estate. It wasn’t a long trek before you led him to the back of the house to the back sliding door. Bakugou let go of your hand as he was stuck staring at outside. You pushed open the sliding door before pulling the shocked Alpha outside. Out in your backyard was a picnic set up for just the two of you. There was a picnic basket and drinks, with candles and petals. It looked more like a set up for valentines day than something for his birthday.

“Sorry, I had to get the fake candles with the batteries just encase one of Izuku’s rabbits came by. I didn’t want to be on the news for getting murdered by the Number One hero because I burned one of his rabbits alive.”

Despite his shock, Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Deku always was attached to those breeding monsters.” You let out a laugh at that before pulling him down onto the picnic blanket. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire everything. It was beautiful and it was clear that you knew him well enough to know that he would have just wanted a nice night with you alone for his birthday this year. With the sun having set and the lights of the candles, he couldn’t help but smile at what you had done for him.

“-so I also got you birthday cupcakes and look! They’re Dynamight themed! And I know you hate flowers but I think you would like the petals but-”

“It’s perfect.” Bakugou interrupted you, taking your hand in his. For a moment he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles that held nothing but pure adoration and love for you. The soft scent of smokey caramel and cinnamon wafted to your nose in a perfect blend that you only knew as your husband. “Thank you.” He told you with something so gentle you didn’t think it could be created from the hands of someone with a quirk that caused nothing but destruction.

You softened your own gaze. You lifted a hand up to his face, wiping at his cheek. “Anything for you, Katsuki.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou and you had your dinner together, something that you always treasured with him. Meals with him were always something that you treasured. It was one of the love languages you shared. Whether good or bad food, just sitting together in the intimacy of sharing a meal in each other’s company was enough for the both of you.

Meals between the both of you were always filled with either stifled or loud laughter as well as filled with stories from your day or from the past. You loved it when Bakugou talked. Sometimes he was more shouting than he was talking, but when he truly just talked to you and shared something with you because you knew he felt safe enough to, always made you smile.

“Okay, okay, come on, open up this one.” You told him, handing one of his presents towards him. The blond Alpha let out a disapproving grumble from his throat but accepted the present regardless. “Come on, this one is from Head Alpha.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.” He stated as he looked at the odd box in his hands. He shook it.

“Katsuki!”

He stopped as he looked up at you. He let out a huff before moving to rip off the orange bow on it. He opened the box and looked inside. He paused for a moment before letting out an annoyed scoff. “That shitty haired idiot.” He set down the box before lifting up a new recipe book. He fought off a smile as he looked at it with a odd smirk. On the front of the recipe book was a picture of the both of them, Bakugou shoving a cupcake in Kirishima’s mouth. The title of the book was called Cooking Mishaps with Blastie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Bakugou lifted up the card in the box and read it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday man. I know this birthday will be one to remember and I hope you love every second of it. I hope you love the gift. It took a while to remember all the recipes that you taught me since High School (most of which I haven’t gotten right, but it was worth putting together. I hope that we can add a second volume together, as we continue in our lives together. Forever yours, Eijiro.” You watched as his face was moulded into something so pure of happiness and appreciation of what his best friend had written. “PS. I have my own book. So that we can match.” Bakugou shook his head with a tsk. “Ever since he learned that his Omega is pregnant, I swear he turned more sappy than he already was.”

You chuckled as you rested a hand on your own stomach. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yah… but no.”

You laughed before lifting up another present. “This one is from Izu- KATSUKI!” The blond had lifted it up to throw it away from the both of you. With a stern look from you he paused and put the box back down gently. “Open it!” You pointed down to the gift box that he had received from his oldest friend.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving to open the box, before the box moved. His eyes widened in fear as he stared down at the box for a moment before flicking his eye up at you. “If this thing blows up, I’m blaming you.” You gave him a pointed look before motioning for him to open it. Even more paranoid, the blond Alpha carefully put his ear to the box, listening for any ticking or indication of a bomb (Which was more his style but he had to be careful after what he gave Midoriya for his last birthday). Being sure that the gift was safe, he opened it. His shoulders dropped. “Fuck me.” He groaned. Before lifting up out of the box, one of Midoriya’s rabbits with a Dynamight head band on. Finally it made sense to you why the box had holes in it. There was a letter attached to it that read Happy Birthday Kacchan. You laughed at the gift. Bakugou placed the rabbit to the side and out of the box, knowing that eventually the little animal would find its way back to the Midoriya residence and if not would hop around the estate. He lifted up a small picture frame of the two of them when Bakugou was five years old, the both of them wearing bee themed antennas and party hats, two bright smiling pups. He shook his head with a tsk. “Fucking nerd. What’s next.” He stated putting the gift to the side and patting the rabbit on the head for a moment.

“It’s my gift!” You told him optimistically with a smile. You handed him a box of your own.

“What’s up with people and boxes.” He grumbled as he took the gift from you. As he moved to open it, you carefully lifted the rabbit into your arms. The fluffy little creature looking up at you with it’s Dynamight headband. You giggled at the little animal before setting it back down into the grass to hop back to the Midoriyas. Bakugou removed the card of the gift first, opening it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday…” He looked up at you. You motioned for him to continue to read it. He sighed. “I feel so grateful to have watched you over the past years that we have been together and I feel so unbelievably lucky to have you as my husband, my mate and my Alpha. You mean the world to me and I can only say thank you for allowing me to stay at your side…” He looked back up at you with gentle crimson eyes. He scoffed with a smile before shaking his head. “It’s more the other way around, idiot.” He said lowly as he cleared his throat to continue reading. “Happy birthday my love. From me and someone else special.” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows at that last part. “Who the fuck-”

You were quiet for the most part, the anxiety eating you up. You motioned to the box. “Open it.” You said quieter than you had been all night.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking down at the box. He carefully removed the lid and moved around the packaging paper. Then he paused. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He lifted up a small onesie. It was much too small for him and too big for the bunny as well. It was themed as his hero costume. The blond Alpha tilted his head to the side as he looked at the outfit. “When did they start making these?” He said confused, before looking at you. Your Alpha seemed to be rather dense today. You didn’t say anything, just shrugging. Bakugou let out a hum as he lifted up another card. He let out a breath. “Another bloody card, alright let me see… Dear-” His breath hitched as he froze. He looked at you in pure disbelief. You fought the tears as you just nodded your head. Bakugou looked at you scared, almost as if it was a greater villain than anything he had ever faced. He shakily looked down at the card again. He swallowed hard before continuing. “Dear Poppa. Happy birthday. This birthday, I’m snuggled safe within Mom’s tummy so you don’t have to worry about me. See you next birthday, safe in your arms next. I can’t wait to meet you, Pops. Love… Love Baby Bump.” Bakugou shakely put down the card to look up at you.

You smiled at him with a bright smile with tears in your eyes.“Happy birthday!” You whispered.

The blond Alpha dropped his shoulders. His pupils dilated consuming his crimson eyes. He let out a breath as you lifted his hands up to his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried so hard to control his emotions but more tears just came to his eyes. He sniffed wiping his eyes before looking back up at you. He carefully moved closer towards you, pulling you into his arms with a tight hug. Your own shoulders dropped in relief as you let out a silent gasp, clutching onto him tighter. He moved back slightly looking at you still trying to grapple with what was going on. “You… Baby, you’re…”

You nodded your head with a gentle smile. “Yah. I’m pregnant.”

“How long have you known?” He asked you quietly.

“Two weeks.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. His hands moved over to your waist, his thumbs brushing your abdomen. He fought back a sob. He rest his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, a loud rumble escaping his chest as tears flowed down his face. “Thank you.” He whispered to you.

You smiled with a happy chirp escaping you. This had been something the two of you had talked about and something you knew he had been wanting. Although Bakugou had never thought he would ever have a family, always thinking of himself as too brash or too wild or unsavoury for the domestic life. But you showed him that even people like him could have the life they wanted. You were glad that he was so happy about the news of a pup, a weight being taken off your shoulders in worry.

Bakugou kissed your mark on your neck before moving to kiss your lips. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him with a smile against his lips. He couldn’t help but hold you tighter, keeping you pressed up against him in want. You purred into his embrace pulling him impossibly closer. Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, before deepening the kiss.

You hummed as he let out a low groan as he kept you against him. The blond Alpha’s large hands moved across your skin before grabbing at your waist and moving down to your hips. He pushed back against you. You chuckled at his eagerness and sudden want for you. You carefully leaned back, lifting a finger up to his lips. “Upstairs.” You whispered with a smile. “Then I’m all yours.”

With a low growl and little to no patience, your Alpha lifted you up into his arms making you release a short scream. Holding you over his shoulder, he raced inside making you giggle. You rarely saw Bakugou excited for a lot of things but whenever he was alone with you, made you see that side with him, especially as he raced up the stairs.

The blond gave little care as he kicked open the door and placed you down on the bed swiftly. You giggled once you found yourself on the bed, looking up at the blond Alpha who had his crimson eyes filled with lust and love for you only aimed at you. He slowly crawled on top of you before capturing your lips with his. You let out a hum at the kiss, your hands moving up his body, one finding itself deep in his hair.

Bakugou kissed you passionately and hungrily as he moved to tug at your clothes, wanting to rip them off of you. He was desperate for you. Much too desperate to care about anything other than bullying his knot inside of you. “Off.” You heard him growl lowly as his palms started to heat up. “All of it… off.” With a tug, you watched as the front of your clothes turned to cinders as he ripped the rest away from you. You gasped, finally getting some much needed air as he tore his own shirt and pants off his body.

Bakugou was quick to find his lips to your scent glands, kissing at your mating mark that he gave you, making you mewl in pleasure at the feeling. His hands traced down your body, over your chest and just over your abdomen for a moment. A shiver ran down his back as a rumble left his chest. The thought that he did that to you, that he put his pup inside of you, made him want to skip foreplay and just pound you into the bedsheets without a single care in the world. It felt like he was falling into a rut with you around him like this. He groaned as he pushed his thick fingers inside of you, two fingers already moving in and out of you to spread you open for him.

You gasped as you arched your back slightly, trying to pull him closer against you. “Katsuki…” You whispered his name into the air as you relaxed back into the sheets, letting him do as he wished. It was the least you could do for his birthday.

Bakugou wanted to hear more of you saying his name tonight. Which was why curved his fingers just right to have you moaning out loudly into the night air just for him to hear. He grinned down at you, with that devilish smirk of his that left you speechless more than once. “Yah… there you go. Being such a good Omega and taking my fingers inside you.” He praised as he moved his fingers in and out, leaving you basically defenceless to his onslaught of pleasure to your body.

The blond Alpha moved his thumb to rub at your clit and you could feel yourself twitch and clench immediately. “Oh fuck, Katsuki!” You cried as you tightened your hold on him, digging your nails into his back to try and steady yourself. It was almost like he was always able to make you shiver at just touching you. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You begged.

He chuckled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It is my birthday after all, but since you’ve been such a good breeder for me, I’ll reward you tonight.” He tilted his head before moving to suck at your neck where your mating mark was.

You moaned as you twisted and turned, the pleasure over coming you as you found your thighs shaking in ecstasy. “Alpha! I- Fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his hand, but it didn’t stop a very determined Bakugou from guiding you through your orgasm. A muffled squeal left you as you felt Bakugou bite at your mark simultaneously, making you feel so bare towards him. However, he didn’t stop immediately making a whimper escape you. “K-katsuki, Alpha, I- I… ah… I can’t take anymore.” He hummed, letting go of you, redrawing his hand that was now covered in slick.

He always loved how wet you would get for him, how much you couldn’t help but succumb to your instincts whenever you were with him. With his other hand he pushed your thighs apart as he looked down at you. You watched him lick his hand with a hum, looking at his hand in desire. Despite the ache in his gums at wanting to just dive his head between your thighs, Bakugou was too impatient for that right now. He wrapped his hand around his cock making you bite back a whimper at the sight. He had that smirk on his face that told you that he was going to be rough with you. You wanted to enjoy it while he was still willing to.

Bakugou guided his cock to your entrance, pressing into you making you gasp as you automatically tensed for a moment. The blond Alpha above you groaned as he pushed his cock inside you, feeling you suck him in and tighten around him like a vice. He let out a low growl at the feeling as he tightened his hands on your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his long cock inside you. Finally pushing all the way in, Bakugou let out a groan.

“Fuck you feel good.” He rubbed your inner thighs as he stayed above you. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being one with you, a feeling he would never get over. Bakugou looked down at you and for a moment his gaze softened. You were the Omega that captured his heart, enchanted his soul and drove him insane with how much he loved you. He wanted to hate you for making him feel and act like a fool, but you gave him a home. He couldn’t hate you for making his home worth living in. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what he was saying without saying it directly. “I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered against his lips.

He scoffed with a tilt of his head. “Yah, you better…” He shot at you before putting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes for a moment. “I love you.” He whispered.

Without wasting another second more, Bakugou found himself thrusting into you like a man on a mission. You let out a moan as you rolled your eyes back at the perfect feeling of his cock inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock pounding into you and the feeling of every vein of his cock brushing against your velvety walls.

You moaned like a slut on his cock but you didn’t remotely care. Not when he was touching you the way he was touching you, or fucking you the way he was fucking you. There was something so intimate about him staring down at you, his eyes never leaving your body as your body jiggled and was pounded by him. His eyes dilated and filled with want for you.

Bakugou dragged a hand down to your abdomen, feeling the baby bump you had there. It only increased his pace and devours of fucking you. He was your Alpha, no one else and there wouldn’t be anyone else. Call him crazy, but just the sight of you liked this made him feel damn right feral. Here you were, carrying his pup and giving him the best birthday present he could have received. If he could keep you like this, full and happy on his cock, he would.

You cried out as he thrusted against a specific part inside of you that had you seeing stars and going light headed for a moment. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you grabbed at your breasts in pleasure.

You felt a harsh hand tug at your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. Look at me when I fuck you!” He growled down at you as he didn’t skip a bit as he bounded into you. His hand moved to your neck, tightening around you which only made you leak more slick onto his cock. “You want me to continue? You want me to continue to fuck another pup inside of you, then you fucking look at your Alpha when he fucks you.”

You nodded your head with a whine, keeping your eyes on him as you wrapped an arm around him. “Katsuki,” You whined, feeling the build up of tension and release rise within you. “Alpha, fuck me.” You urged him as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at how good he felt inside you.

He let out a low growl, feeling that your orgasm was near and so was his. He growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good wife, a good Omega to me. I love you so fucking much.”

“Katsuki!” You couldn’t hold it for much longer, already feeling your own high building up within you.

“Fuck!” Bullying his knot inside of you, you came around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Bakugou moaned into your neck, his own form slightly sensitive at the hard orgasm that ran through him. He breathed heavily, small beads of sweat speckling his body as he stayed caging you below him.

You sighed as you relaxed back into the sheets, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze. You let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re excited about the new pup, huh?”

He let out a grumble. “More like fucking terrified…” He expressed to you, surprisingly honest, but he lifted his head up and gave you a tender look, putting a smile on his face. “But yah… I’m happy. Prince Explosion Murder Demi-god Dynamight is gonna be one hell of a pup.”

“Prince? Demi-god?”

“Well obviously, we’re having a boy.” He stated so confidently with a smug look on his face. He then motioned down to you. “Besides me being Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight mating with you, but an easily swayed human Omega by my good looks and prowess-”

You hissed up at him before tugging your body up in bed, effectively tugging on his knot.

“AW FUCK!” He cursed loudly. “WATCH THE KNOT!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” You shot right back up at him. “Geez, sometimes I can’t believe I married you.”

“You love me.” You glared at him but stayed silent. He chuckled as he placed a peck to your lips. “Of course, you love me.”

You carefully put the last dish to dry on the stand. You let out a breath as you sighed, finally having all the chores done for the day. It was already evening in the Bakugou household and another busy and loud day filled with laughter, shouting and miniature explosions. You walked over to the bowl of hot water where you had a bottle of milk already warmed up and ready for your newest pup to consume. You shook it gently as you undid your apron and made your way upstairs.

You carefully stopped by the open door of your eldest daughter and son’s room. Murasuki, the already sleeping blond girl was already fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored softly as drool threatened to go out of her mouth. You shook your head with a low chuckle at the blond haired girl who had managed to go to bed, her part of the room being the darkest with only her explosion nightlight on.

Crouched next to the bed of the other twin in the room was your husband, on his knees quietly talking to a sleepy blond boy who, unlike his sister, was a carbon copy of your Alpha. He had tired crimson eyes that were filled with life and happiness along with soft blond hair. He was happy to have his sire home with him tonight to read him a bed time story, knowing how busy Bakugou’s schedule could be with being the Number Two Prohero. He was already tucked into bed, facing your husband but he wore a Dynamight explosion (more like butterfly wings) headband.

Your son had his palm out, soft tiny pops of explosions over his hands that looked more like fireworks than anything over his soft palm. Bakugou marvelled at the sight of the boy’s quirk, although weak, it was the most beautiful display he had ever seen. “You see, pops.” He whispered up to his sire tiredly as he closed his palm, allowing Bakugou to slip back on the quirk suppressant collar on his wrist for when he slept. “Now I can be a hero.” He whispered up to the blond Alpha.

Bakugou smiled as he ruffled the hair of the small blond boy. “You’ll make a great hero, Hiromu. With practise and hard work you can be just like your old man.”

“Really?”

Your husband nodded his head. “Yep, really. You an protect Mommy and your new sister and Mura too.”

Hiromu let out a disapproving hum. “Mura can take care of herself.” You bit back a chuckle as your husband laughed quietly. The blond pup let out a yawn before turning to rest his head on the pillow. “I can’t wait to be a hero, just like you.” He whispered as he closed his eyes. Bakugou smiled as he put a hand to the pup’s blond hair and kissed his forehead.

You smiled as you continued on your way to the pup’s room. Letting out small whines in her crib was your youngest and newest addition to the Bakugou family. Bakugou Yasu. The whimpering little pup whined as you neared her cushioned crib.

“There, there.” You whispered down to her as you lifted her up and out of her crib.

The little pup whined before settling against you. You smiled. She was the calmest out of everyone else in this house, it was honestly suspicious to have such a calm Bakugou, but you thought that she must have taken after her granddam, Masaru, rather than the blond part of her family. You brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips, letting her latch on as she greedily drank from the bottle with a disapproving hum.

You chuckled at her expression. “Sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were so hungry after already getting fed an hour ago.” You told her gently as she opted to ignore you now and just enjoy your scent and the feeling of your warm embrace.

You felt large arms wrap around your waist making you lean back to the scent of cinnamon, smoke and caramel. You looked up to Bakugou who smiled down at you with his youngest pup. He put a hand to her head making her yip at the attention from her sire.

You laughed lightly. “Already such a Daddy’s girl.”

“She’s a Bakugou.” He told you with a proud smirk. “Of course, she is.” You chuckled at his prideful expression before just looking down at her. Bakugou hummed as he placed a kiss to your neck. “Good evening, my love.” He whispered lowly.

You chuckled. “Evening, Tsuki.”

-Glitch1d

I totally didn't forget his birthday....totally...

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aonungsmate · 1 year

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Hellllooo

So I was reading ao’nung x reader fanfics and like I came up with an idea that was stuck to my head ever since. So like there’s a sound on TikTok where it’s like : “you’re not good enough for my daughter and I don’t want you to be around her, end of story” …..”so why don’t you give me one last chanc-“ but on ao’nung x sully!reader where she’s like younger than neteyam and Lo’ak, she’s the kind of girl who can be strict but gentle at the same time, help her grandma and mom to make food, heals, the type of girl that dads would be like “girls like you shouldn’t be bla bla bla” the type to walk grandmas on the cross way, type to open a bakery by herself and call it the Sully’s Family Bakery 💀 . So ao’nung wanted to court the reader but Jake, Neteyam and Lo’ak aim buying it so ao’nung had to come with some Metkayina specialty and gifts and maybe even fruitier a song 💀 but Jake is just a protective dad and it turned down to reader scolding 4 dudes who’s like almost twice her size about how she’s mature enough to know who would treat her right and stuff and kiri, Tuk and neytiri is just enjoying the scene 💀

I Hold The World, But You

Ao'nung x Sully!Reader[Word count: 2.8k]

Ask and you shall receive- This is me ditching my written reports to feed all of you <33 Thank you so much for requesting anon!

Warnings: Nothing notable! Please do inform me if there is!

Ao’nung has never really known what it means to be alive. He never faced any oppression nor any hardship of notable difficulty due to his social status. Being the son of the olo’eyktan entails so much prestige, but he’s never really known how to live. Not until he met you.

The moment you were born, you have always known the dangers of living. Having been born into a family with warrior parents, who were both victims of war, evident pain is still visible in their eyes. You were Jake Sully and Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite’s third child, their first-born daughter after they decided to call Grace’s daughter, Kiri, their very own. Growing up as the daughter of the Toruk Makto and olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya meant bearing the horrors of reality that the na’vi have been facing for years. Your father was deemed responsible for leading the forest people into many victories against the sky people, along with your mother and the former olo’eyktan, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan, one of the finest warriors that the omatikaya clan who was known for leading the na’vi against the RDA forces in the assault on The Tree of Souls.

“I tried to kill your father the first time we met.”

Having been born into Jake Sully’s family meant so much more than being a warrior’s child. Your childhood was filled with love. Your older brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak, complete polar opposites but are both very protective of their younger siblings. Neteyam, the finest candidate for the next olo’eyktan, the one who obeys to live up to expectations and earn the title of being a mighty warrior, and Lo’ak, the older brother who gets into so much trouble to try and live up to expectations, most protective of you, but incomparable to your father, who acts as both armor and bow against the dangers of the world.

You grew up being taken care of by your older sister Kiri, befriending nature through her imaginative mind and immense affinity for connecting herself with the things that surround her. Your family always knew that there was something special going on between Kiri and the world itself. As if she’s connected to the things you see everyday, she would always see things from a perspective that you would assume Eywa would have.

The scientists were not the only people left in Pandora. You have also been introduced to Spider, a human child that was too young to be put through the cryo chambers. He has greeted each of you as friends, and you do the same with him. Despite your mother’s distaste in his presence, she couldn’t really do anything, for you and your siblings loved him as you would a friend. You thought he was a strong person. Someone you look up to, because he always seems to overcome his limitations as a human.

It wasn’t long before Tuktirey was born. The most adorable sister you could ever have, although a bit of a telltale, much to your brother’s chagrin, she was loved by the whole family. She looks like a bit of your father, and a bit of your mother. Tuk practically looks like a mix of your parents. You love it when she would play with your braids. But most of all, you love it when she would turn to you for more stories and dreams that you would have, carrying the innocent curiosity that a child like her would have.

You loved your siblings. You really do.

But right now? Things are just being so ridiculous.

“No, you cannot court my sister, Ao’nung,” Neteyam shook his head firmly, placing a protective arm in front of you, attempting to shield you from your suitor. There your brother was again. He’s having one of those stingy fits where he would deprive you and your lover of spending time together. Apparently, there was this thing called ‘codes’, where you cannot see your friend’s sister in a romantic way. The idea of it was ridiculous for you.

Really.

“Brother, you cannot have a say in this. You are not the one who is being courted,” you pushed his hand away, flashing a bashful smile at Ao’nung, being enraptured by his viridian eyes. Your eyes were swirling with love and a mix of nervousness as they met those of Ao’nung’s, only to be interrupted by Neteyam. “You are not to be courted by him (y/n), that is final.”

Just what bad deed have you done to deserve this? You obeyed your elders, went to hunt when told to, helped your fellow na’vi when being asked for help, learned healing, and healed others. Eywa! You even learned to cook many dishes after hearing your grandmother complain about how the food being prepared is becoming bland, if it were not for her cooking teylu. You would always say yes to anything that your family asks of you.

You always thought that you would not be able to say no to your family. Maybe there are things that do surprise you. Just like how your brother Lo’ak, is hissing at Ao’nung at this very moment.

“What is going on?” you ran towards the direction of the two young men, carrying firewood that your mother had asked you to fetch for her. There, you found your older brother hissing at your friend, for an unknown reason that somehow, you didn’t want to know. Therefore, being the most resourceful person in the scene, you opted for the firewood, pushing them in your brother's arms and pulling him away from the metkayina boy. “I am sorry Ao’nung, we will see you tomorrow!” With a sweet smile on your lips, how could Ao’nung complain? A boy who’s as smitten as him could never go against your wishes to stop the fight before it escalates. Ao’nung’s head always tends to tell him to go big or go home, but right now, that saccharine smile was his priority. He wouldn’t take the risk and make you cry, no.

He would rather battle a hundred akula than do that. He vowed to protect you after all.

Even from himself.

But that one just seemed impossible. He feels Eywa whispering to him that you are his muntxate.

He sees you as someone he would spend the rest of his life with.

Arriving at your marui, you sighed at your father’s questioning gaze after just seeing you drag your older brother back, as if he was asking just what trouble he got up to.

“What is it this time, Lo’ak?” He crossed his arms, tapping his left foot in impatience. You squinted at your father, knowing how he’d react if he knew he was in a disagreement with Ao’nung.

“Dad, I found him hissing at Ao’nung again–!” “You telltale– I knew that bastard had a bad influence on you!” Lo’ak hissed, his tail swaying back and forth with betrayal written on his eyes. You scoffed, side-eyeing him for a second before facing your father with pleading eyes.

“Bravo Zulu–” “Dad!” you yelled in disbelief, your jaw dropping when your father shook Lo’ak’s hand with pride evident on his face, menacing grins both on their faces. You could feel a migraine turning into aneurysm when your eldest brother entered the marui, “Dad, you wouldn’t believe Ao’nung– Oh, you’re here baby sis!” He chuckled nervously once he noticed your small figure in front of his father. You responded with a glare, crossing your arms at the three men towering over you who take pleasure in making Ao’nung suffer.

Clearing his throat, Neteyam puts a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you out of the pod, telling you that he has something to share with your father and Lo’ak. Refusing to be excluded in a conversation you knew was going to be about how they were going to torment the metkayina you love, you stood your ground and bore your fangs, something that you did very seldom towards your family.

“No.”

Neteyam squinted at you in return, turning to your father for help, instantly getting his support in a matter of a few seconds. “Yeah babygirl, we really need to talk about that trouble tailing your shadow every minute of the day, ‘kay?” Your father said, giving you a smile of reassurance and pressed a kiss on your forehead that did not faze you, even for a bit. Fate seems to be on your father’s side as you heard your mother calling for you in the background. You groaned in annoyance, rubbing a palm on your face causing Lo’ak to snicker at you, “Oh yeah sis, best get moving before mom gives you a whooping huh?”

You’d definitely get back at him when the time comes for him and Tsireya.

Bearing no choice in the matter, you were forced to evacuate your home and walked towards the direction of your mother.

Your brothers and your father on the other hand, were having the time of their lives imparting their knowledge about your suitor and what they would be doing whenever they would see the boy approach you. They have devised ‘the most sneaky’ plans to make Ao’nung back out in his courting, but were not able to deduce that the said young man was actually on his way to their pod as they were conversing with each other, bringing them to this very moment.

“I would like to court your daughter, sir. She is as beautiful as the ocean, and her whole being might as well be my sustenance as I cannot imagine life without her.”

The na’vi are known to be spiritually connected to Eywa, singing and dancing is embedded in their hearts. So no one could really blame Ao’nung when he broke into a song.

“I want to court your daughter,” he started, undulating notes while clenching his fist.

His eyes meet Lo’ak’s and then Neteyam’s, going back to Jake’s, “I know you don’t think I ought to.” He smiled, reminiscing his earliest memories with you, a smile tugging at his lips, “I’m not bad, I’m a great guy you’ll see,”

“I think that you should be–”

They were all sitting on the marui, silence overtaking when Jake suddenly slammed a hand on the floor, hiding his face from view, until Lo’ak burst into fits of laughter, wheezing at Ao’nung his father and Neteyam following suit. Ao’nung chose to ignore Lo’ak’s outburst, pursing his lips in deep contemplation. He would definitely get him back for this when he asks his parents to court Tsireya. Ao’nung licked his lips out of nervousness, seeking validation from your father’s eyes.

“I’ll be honest Ao’nung. I don’t care if you're the goddamn chief’s son,” Jake straightened his posture, emphasizing that he was much mightier than Ao’nung was at the moment, he was Toruk Makto for god’s sake. “You’re not good enough for my daughter, and I don’t want you around her, end of story.”

Ao’nung winced at Jake’s statement, his insecurities taking over his mind. He was the mightiest hunter in the clan that’s for sure, but who’s to say that you were looking for a hunter? A na’vi as charming and lovely as you is sought by most men. He would know because you were much like his sister, whom he finds himself being protective of, most of the time.

“With all due respect JakeSully, I understand why you are being protective of her. I have a sister myself, and might I remind you, your son desires to court her too– So why don’t you give me one last–”

“Get outta here.”

He sang his heart out, yet he still got denied?

Does Eywa hate him? Ao’nung immediately mutters an apology after thinking that way, his mind going in circles as he thought about his options. Then he remembered, go big or go home. Of course the answer to his problems has always been inside of him.

And so, Ao’nung prepared all sorts of things that he could give to show you and your family that he’s a good provider. He foraged in the morning, hunted in the afternoon, twisted the most intricate design he could do on a necklace. This very process went on and on for days. He figured that he would rather put his feelings into action than waste his time bumping shoulders with your brothers to convince them to let him see you. He knew that they would be as stubborn if he didn’t show them what he could do.

His preparation did not go over five days, eager to please you in a matter of short time. He wants to prove himself and he will. After putting his gifts into baskets, he asked Tsireya to come with him in an attempt to distract Lo’ak and avoid disruptions from him. His sister was aware of the Sully brothers’ antics and pitied her own brother, giving him a nod of agreement and took one of the baskets to carry towards the direction of your home. He carried in his left arm the biggest catch he could find that day to offer to your family, along with numerous baskets balancing on his right arm.

It didn’t take long until he reached the opening of your marui, catching the whole family on the floor, preparing dinner. He carefully placed the baskets on the side of the marui and kneeled before the entrance, making you raise your eyebrow at the sudden gesture. Your heart soared when you heard him speak, “Yawntu, I ask for permission to extend this gesture as the beginning of our courtship,” his voice growing smaller as he went on, “So, I offer you this necklace as a promise of love and declaration of commitment to you and only you..”

He pulled out a smaller basket from the satchel he was carrying, presenting you with the most exquisite necklace you have ever seen, precious stones attached to both ends of the fang in the center. You could feel your face heating up, getting nudged by your mother, with Kiri snorting at the corner as soon as she laid her eyes on your flushed face, and Tuk, she was giggling on your mother’s lap, casting a knowing grin at you.

“I accept–”

“No. no. no.” Jake immediately interjected the proposal, standing up from his position, towering over Ao’nung in a matter of seconds, effectively making Ao’nung feel intimidated, his tail swishing in newfound threat, whilst your father’s was flicking from left to right, the end of his tail dragging on the floor to display his protectiveness over you. Proving to be your father’s sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak copied him, standing behind their father, hissing at your suitor.

You have prayed to Eywa that she would somehow bless you with everlasting patience, but perhaps she simply does not want to show mercy to your father and older brothers.

As if Kiri, Tuk and Neytiri were anticipating what was going to happen, they all huddled up together in one corner, deciding to watch things unfold.

“Yes, I accept.” You said with gritted teeth, walking towards the entrance, your tail in full display as it seemingly found vigor from all the pent up anger that you have been feeling ever since your brothers found out about Ao’nung’s plans to court you. Your mother’s smile widened in pride as she saw you display protectiveness over the mate you wanted to choose. You glared at your father, walking in front of Ao’nung to shield him from their gaze.

“This is my life, and I will find a mate for myself,” you said, “I have been nothing but compliant my whole life, and I will not break that streak by not following my heart!”

The three tall men feet taller than you gulped, their ears flattened at your dilated pupils and snarl, currently afraid for themselves. You momentarily turned at Ao’nung, smiling at him sweetly and showed him your neck, gesturing for him to put on the necklace that he had assembled for you, earning angry hisses from your father, making you huff, unfazed by his threats.

“I will rip your throat into shreds if you so much hurt a single hair on–” “Ma’Jake.”

“Oh no, dad we are not done yet,” you crossed your arms, making Jake look away in defeat. Neteyam chuckled at his father’s surrender, making you raise an eyebrow at your brothers, “The two of you have a lot to explain as well.” “We do?” Neteyam frowned, making him elbow Lo’ak. “Damn sis, I have a good reason for–” “No you don’t! You are in the middle of asking Tsireya to be her mate too!”

As if on cue, they all sat before you simultaneously, their tails tucked between their legs. They could only wince at your words, a flurry of apologies thrown at Ao’nung, making you raise your nose up at your brothers and father, threatening them that if they so much treat your suitor badly again, you would find a way to live in a separate marui with Ao’nung.

And they knew to take your words seriously.

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Muntxate - wife

Bravo zulu - military slang for well done

Teylu - beetle larva; delicacy in Omatikaya

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brooooswriting · 4 months

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hey babes. what about prompts 4, 20, 23, and 69 with tara carpenter. just looking for some hurt comfort with reader taking care/being protective over tara. thanks

4. “If I could, I would kiss all your scars away”

20. “How did you get this scar?”

23. “If even one of them touches you again, I’ll make sure they aren’t able to ever again”

69. “You’re not your past”

When you first met Tara you’d never heard about the ghost face attacks. Since your parents had a clear plan for your life, ace all your classes, do football to get a scholarship etc., you were living in your own small world.

You met Tara a bit after college start, she was in her first year while you were in your second. She was helplessly wandering around one time which was the first time you had seen her without her ‘bodyguards’ as you liked to call them. These two brunette people were always with her making it nearly impossible for you to make a move. At least until that day. You finally talked to her, offering her to walk her to her lecture.

You were the first person in months that had talked to Tara that did not want to know about the attacks and ghostface which was honestly quite refreshing. And that is how you two ended up in a relationship.

Sam doubted your innocence at first, not believing that you didn’t know about the attacks but Anika, who always knew everybody, talked to some of your friends who told her that you really were just that clueless.

So Sam started to accept you to the point where you were allowed to sleep over. That was the first time you had seen the brunette in shorter clothes as you met in the winter but the apartment was quite warm especially under the thousand blankets Tara wanted to sleep under. After you also changed into some shorts and a shirt you laid down flat on your back, Tara coming to lay against you on of her legs on top of yours, her arm wrapped around your middle and her head on your shoulder. You were quick to wrap your arm around her middle, your hand rubbing over her side and back while you watched a movie.

At some point your hand went over some scars making Tara tense up noticeably. To calm her you pressed a soft kiss to her head before sitting up a bit, you had seen the scar on her hand even before you started to date and you had counted at least four more on her back and it started to worry you.

“How’d you get these scars love?” You asked once you were leaning against the headboard. Your voice was soft and reassuring as your hand rubbed over her arm in a comforting manner.

The deep sigh tara let out and the way she sat up told you that this was going to be a long and uncomfortable discussion. But once you saw the look in her eyes you knew that it was a hard topic for her, so you opened your hand closest to her and put it on your leg giving her the opportunity to grab it for comfort whenever she wanted. “So you know where I originally come from right?” She asked you and you nodded, she had told you once very briefly before changing the topic.

“Okay, have you ever heard of ghostface?” She continued to ask, giving you a moment to think.

“Isn’t that like the villain of a horror movie or something?” The brunette in front of you chuckled lightly, wishing that she was as innocent as you were.

“Kinda yeah, but the movie is based on an actual story. All of these attacks happened in my hometown, the first ghostfaces were Billy loomis as Stu Macher. They tried to kill Billy’s girlfriend but ended up dead, since then every couple of years new people try to.. you know” she explained, her eyes fixating on the blanket that rested on top of her legs.

“Oh god, Tara. I’m so sorry, were you…?” You weren’t quite sure how to formulate what you wanted to ask but luckily for you Tara knew what you wanted to know.

“Last year it turned out that Sam’s father is Billy loomis and that made us to the top victims. So many of my friends died as… Sam’s boyfriend and my best friend decided to be the new ghostfaces. My own childhood best friend tried to kill me several times by stabbing me several times. Hence the scars” you could see some tears rolling down the younger girls face while yours was red with anger. Now it finally made sense why they wouldn’t leave Tara alone and why Sam was suspicious of you at first.

“I’m so so sorry my love, you should have never had to live through something like this. You’re so strong I hope you know that” you reassured her, your hand carefully stroking her leg.

“That isn’t all” she paused making you stop caressing her leg as you didn’t want to overwhelm her “I killed her. She tried to kill Sam again and I- I just… I shot her” she chocked out making you immediately take her into your arms, softly shushing her cries.

“It’s okay, you’re okay and Sam is okay. Everything’s fine” you whispered over and over again.

“Please don’t leave me, promise me you won’t leave me” she mumbled into the hug making you tighten your grip on her and place soft kisses on top of her head.

“I won’t. You’re not a bad person Tear bear, you’re not your past alright?! You did what you had to do to protect your family and there’s nothing wrong with that. You didn’t want to shoot her because you thought it would be fun, you did it in defense” her sobs started to calm making you take a deep breath in relief.

“And you know what?” You asked as you titled her head up so she would look at you “I’ll even do you one better than just promising you not to leave. If even one of them touches you again, I’ll make sure they aren’t able to ever again. I will promise you that too” you shot her a soft smile which she returned making your heart beat even faster.

Once she was better you laid back down and pulled her with you so she was in the same position as before. But this time you grabbed her hand with the scar on yours and brought it to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the length of it. “You know, if I could I’d kiss all your scars away” you both grinned at each other with a love sick smile before Tara leaned up to press several soft kisses to your lips. Once she was done she put her head back on your shoulder and closed her eyes, you doing the same.

And for the first night in forever, Tara felt save. Your strong arms around her made her feel like she was invisible. Oh how she hoped that you weren’t just a second Amber…

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter

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zeltqz · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.

“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too.

“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.

“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder.

Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”

“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.”

‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind.

He liked plain.

Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—

“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”

There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.

The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity.

“Yeah…” Everything stands still for Mikey, even his lungs—refusing to take another breath until you’re at least a couple miles away from him.

Your best friend, Maki, moves past the two of you, straight into the boot of Koko’s car. She tugs the back of Rindou’s shirt, pulling him back towards her, close enough for a whisper. “Did you…bring the stuff?” She asks, looking at the booth, highly disappointed in the contents.

It’s just a blue cooler, filled with ice and water and popsicles. Nothing amazing. Rindou smiles down at her, the look on his face has her grinning also as she watches him reach into his pocket, pulling out a packet of brownies.

“Ooh!” Maki reaches out for it only for Rindou to pull back just as fast, lifting it over his head.

“You’re insane if you think they’re getting in your hands.”

“Wha-why?! I asked for them!”

Mikey drowns out the rest of their conversation and tries his hardest not to focus on the sight of you, standing unnervingly close to him, the bare skin on your arms rubbing against his own, and he suddenly regrets wearing a tank top.

“Are you excited?” You turn to face him with a smile on your face as you walk over to grab the big cooler from the boot of the car. The others have already started to make their way into the beach, leaving just you and Manjiro alone together.

Mikey can’t help but think it’s a little weird that they’ve suddenly just “disappeared” into the distance. Sanzu most definitely would’ve waited for Mikey to walk in first, but he shoved that thought aside and subtly takes the cooler from your hands, seeing as you were struggling with it.

“Thanks Mikey,” you grab onto his shoulder and squeeze it, gently, giving him your best smile.

He ignores the way his heart stutters at the action and your smile. “Yeah, no problem.” It’s astonishing just how easily he lifts the cooler the long distance from the car to the empty beach spot.

“Whys it so empty?” Sanzu complains at the lack of people, only a family in the distance, watching their kid cautiously as he picks shells from the ocean.

“Probably because it’s Sunday.” Koko responds, taking out his sunglasses. “Now, nobody talk to me. I want to tan.”

“I wanna get a tan too.” Maki slips off her shirt revealing her bikini underneath. She flops down next to Koko and pushes him to get more room on the thin blanket Koko brought.

“Okay, well, I gotta go.” Ran comments, giving you a look that Mikey cannot decipher. You nod your head and start looking through your purse, smiling when you bring out sunscreen.

“Mikey, can you help me out this on?” You blink at him, holding the blue bottle out in front of him. Mikey is about to protest, telling you to ask someone else to help you but Ran is dragging the others away to some random part of the empty beach. Mikey turns to face Koko who simply shakes his head at him, lifting a hand to tell him no.

“Well?”

Mikey makes the mistake of looking into your eyes once more, seeing the pure desperation it holds as you wiggle the bottle in front of you. “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks Mikey!” You contemplate giving him a kiss on the cheek, but realise that might be a little too far. You sit down on the sand, a hand darting out to wrap around Mikey’s wrist, pulling him down to the ground with you.

You remain staring at him the entire time he opens the bottle and squirts some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing his palms together before lifting your arm up to gentle rub the lotion into your skin.

It’s the second time today he’s made the mistake of staring at your face, how you don’t take your eyes off him the entire time. He looks down to see the sunscreen has completely dissolved, the white colour now disappearing and leaving your arm back to its original tone.

You don’t hesitate lifting your other arm up for him to do the same.

This isn’t that bad. Mikey thinks. He thought it would’ve been way worse.

Oh, how wrong he was.

You turn around, unbuttoning your t-shirt and toss it next to you, then turn around and back yourself way too close for comfort. The curve of your ass rubbing against his shorts as you peek over your shoulder and politely ask him to rub your back.

Mikey swallows.

Like actually gulps.

He eyes the skin on your back, only a thin laced strap connecting the bikini top—only that flimsy material stopping himself from seeing your body.

He doesn’t respond, instead gets to work, grabbing more sunscreen and rubbing it against his fingers.

Your back arches from the coldness of the sunscreen, but the warmth from his hands plus the scorching sun warms your back up in no time. He makes quick work, rubbing the lotion across your bare back, slipping his fingers through the strap of your bikini top to get that area too.

Once he reaches your shoulders, you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him easier access before letting out a soft sigh. “Your hands feel so good, Manjiro.”

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t know what to respond. So he stays silent. You initially frown and look over to your friend who shrugs, not knowing what to do either.

It’s so hard to win Manjiro‘s heart. You’ve been trying for almost two years and he either ignores all your advances, or is too oblivious to them.

“All done.” Mikey lifts his hands off your shoulders and you smile at him before looking around, thinking of Plan B. He watches you scramble over to the cooler a couple feet away from you, and tries to keep his eyes anywhere but your body. (Your bikini is currently sticking to your ass, leaving one cheek completely exposed).

His eyes widen once he realises it, looking up at the sky instead, or maybe the ocean looks better? But from the corner of his eye, he can see you kneel as you scour through the cooler, grabbing a popsicle.

Two popsicles, actually.

You grab a strawberry one for you, an orange one for him. You crawl your way back to where he is, eagerly handing him the sweet treat.

“Thanks…” He takes it from you but doesn’t open it. You, on the other hand, eagerly unwrap it and lay down on your back, exposing your body to the sun.

It’s probably not ideal to eat laying down. But you don’t care. You’re getting desperate at this point.

“Koko, how’s life going?” You ask, unwrapping the popsicle and taking slow licks from bottom to top. You can feel his eyes on yours—well, on your tongue, flattening it out as you take even slower licks, sucking on the top every time you reach it.

Mikey completely drowns out the conversation between you, Maki and Kokonoi. Instead, he watches with intense focus as your lips wrap around the tip, pushing the popsicle further down your throat.

No normal person eats a popsicle like this.

Right?

No one tries to literally deep throat it. Mikey is confused, but he doesn’t question it, instead tried to not focus on his cock twitching through his shorts.

Fuck, look somewhere else. It’s hard, but he finally rips his eyes away from you, instead, scanning the beach for signs of his friends.

On the far end of the beach, Ran and his brother are teaching some kid how to build a sand castle whilst Sanzu kicks it, causing the kid to cry after a couple moments.

Idiots. Mikey thinks, bringing his gaze back over to the people around him. Maki stands up and stretches, mumbling something before running over to stop Sanzu from breaking that kids heart.

Koko sighs, following after her.

Now it’s just you two.

You turn and face him, popsicle still in your mouth, before you take it out, very slowly. Slow enough for Mikey to see the leftover juice stain your lips red. You lick at your lips, trying to remove it all before you notice the melted popsicle in Mikey’s hand.

“You didn’t eat it! Now it’s melted.” You complain, pointing at the treat.

Mikey simply lifts it up, and shrugs. “Oh.”

“You can have mine, if you want.” You hold yours out to him and Mikey looks at you, wondering if this is some sick joke. You’re looking at him, dead serious, as you hand it to him.

He holds it up for a while, not breaking eye contact with you, and the popsicle starts to dribble red down his arm. “Oh, fuck.” Mikey hands you back the popsicle and is about to wipe the juice from his arm before you hold it out and stop him.

He wonders what you’re doing, eyes blowing out of his skull when he sees your tongue dart out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at his index finger, waiting a couple moments before releasing your mouth from the tip.

Neither of you say anything, or do anything.

It’s silent as Mikey takes a second to just process what the fuck.

“Okay—fuck, come here.” He wipes his hands on his shorts, grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap. You giggle into the kiss, hands cupping his face as you moan softly into his mouth when his hands slide down from your hips down to your ass.

“Finally.” You mutter into his lips, breaking the brief makeout to sloppily kiss along the column of his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple twitch as he swallows, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as his hands come up to your hair to grab at it.

“How long were you acting oblivious?” You mumble against his skin, sliding your hands up and down his chest before slipping them under his shirt to feel him.

“I wasn’t—fuck—acting—” He groans when you rub his cock through his shorts and bite at the skin on his neck at the same time.

“Sure you were.” You giggle, making him swallow once more because your lips tickle and vibrate against his skin.

You push him down onto the ground, successfully straddling him as you grind your hips down against his hard cock. You lean down once more, taking his lips in a heated kiss.

It’s not until a loud car honks by the car park that you break the kiss, to look up. A bunch of cars have now pulled up, now the beach will be full.

“Great.” You sigh, getting off his lap. “Maybe next time?” You brush the hair away from his face, leaning down once more to kiss at his lips before pulling away.

“Yeah, next time.”

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oneshlut · 6 months

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Hello!! This is my first request!

I was wondering if I could request headcanons for humanoid!fluttershy x fem! Dragon-humanoid! Reader?

Like the reader moved into the town and and the mane 6 went to introduce themselves but the reader was really intrigued by fluttershy and is really sweet and caring towards her?

(by humanoid I mean like, Pegasus characters still have their wings and unicorns still have their horns and so on)

Sorry if this is too much 😓

Thank you!

A/N: oh it's not too much at all! these detailed requests actually give me a lot to go off of, thanks a bunch for requesting! <3 (also, i hope you dont mind that i refer to the characters as ponies, dw, they're still humanoid!!)

Calm (Humanoid!Fluttershy x Fem!Dragonoid!Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: A new pony moves into Ponyville! Or, a uh.. dragon? Either way, everyone is excited to meet her, but one pegasus catches her eye..

After you had left your past town due to a horrible new mayor, you were looking for a fresh start. You had previously lived in an all-dragon town, so moving to Ponyville was.. an experience. A positive one, at that.

As you could probably guess, the first pony to meet you was Pinkie Pie. She shaked your hand, energy beaming from her smile, as she then dragged you through the town square. Along the way, she asked you a million personal questions, ranging from "Are your parents dragons?" to "Why did you move? I thought it was great down in your hometown! Especially for a girl-pony! Eek! Sorry! Girl-dragon!" She hardly gave you time to respond before she started asking the next question.

It was nice to get a tour of the town! But, uh.. you were more interested in getting to your new house right now. You sighed internally, you still had so much to unpack..

Pinkie Pie then lead you to her very own bakery. Knowing now, how she acted like she was on lethal doses of sugar, it made sense that she would own a bakery.

Inside were 4 other ponies that she called her friends. One earth pony, two unicorns, and.. one pegasus. One of the unicorns complained about somepony named "Rainbowdash" not being there. You assumed it was some sort of get-together. Quite convenient for you, huh?

As the 6 of you are talking and chitchatting about how and why you moved here, (many questions asking about your wings, horns, other dragon features), you noticed a pony in the back who hadn't been talking the entire time. When you looked back at her, noticing now she was a pegasus, she met your gaze. Only for a few moments did you keep eye contact, when she squeaked a bit and looked away. Hm..

Afterwards, you had learned all the ponies names, except for one. You waited for the remaining 4 to leave until all that was left was you and her.

Immediately, Fluttershy thought you must've been mad at her. Why else would you want to talk to her? Alone, for that matter. She apologized profusely for anything she could've done, but seeing the confused look on your face told her she was wrong.

She muttered a quiet apology before quietly introducing herself. Fluttershy was surprised you heard her at first, but then went in to shake your hand, realizing it was slightly scale-y. So you really were a dragon..

Most of the time she was absolutely petrified seeing a dragon. But you were different. You weren't huge--but you weren't small, or a child, like Spike. You had fully grown wings and horns, but not big enough to be intimidating. She noticed the way you were gentle with her palm while shaking it, and felt an unusual red tone rise to her face. She's never met a pretty dragon.

It took a while, but she eventually got used to your presence. The more you spent time with her, she began stuttering a lot less, her voice became slightly more confident, and her wings weren't tucked away like they were when you first met her. Much like her wings, she began to open up around you. Sooner or later, you had become one of her closest friends.

When it came to Fluttershy, you were very sweet, kind, soft, patient... That's how she described you in her head anyways. Having someone as soft as her, especially with nature and what not, warmed her heart to the brim.

She would rant to Angel for hours after meeting up with you. Angel took one look at her eyes, how they lighted up when she talked about you, and immediately knew she was head over heels. It was amusing, so Angel kept his mouth shut. Not like he could say anything anyways.

Fluttershy was as oblivious as ever. To her, all she saw in you was a friend. Don't worry, sooner or later she'll understand. When she does, she may or may not pass out.

One day, you had come over to visit Fluttershy in her cottage. She wasn't there.. hm. Maybe she was just out running errands. With nothing else to do, you sat by a nearby pond, letting your spiny wings cover you. It was around fall, meaning the air was just now getting a bit chilly.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the calm atmosphere, taking in all the sounds with your now heightened senses. Birds chirping, running water, animals chittering or scattering, the small wisps of wind in the air, the sound of footsteps, and--.. Footsteps?

You opened your eyes and turned to find Fluttershy sitting beside you. She apologized for not being home when you arrived, and explained how.. peaceful you seemed. When she asked, you reassured her that you were "far from bothered" by her joining you.

Closing your eyes again, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. Instinctively, you wrapped one of your wings around Fluttershy's shoulder. She prayed that you didn't open your eyes to see the mass amount of blush covering her face.

And with one bold movement, she placed her head on your shoulder, the two of you now peacefully sitting in the small patch of nature.

Fluttershy was calmer than ever before.

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factual-fantasy · 6 days

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10 asks! Thank you! :}} 🐯

@grandthefoxdelusion

Without hesitation! 😋😋 Thank you!

(also I love the artwork!! :DDD )

@dorykitcat24 (referencing this post)

XDD I'm experimenting with the idea that Patty found Baragara and helped him. So even when the brains go out of sync they all recognize Patty as frien :}}

@mightyfoz

AAAAATHANKK YOU SI MUCH!!! :DDD

@25-rats-stacked-in-a-trenchcoat (love that name btw! XDD)

Ah sorry, I wouldn't be comfortable with that.. though thank you for asking first! It's much appreciated. And I'm glad you seem to like my artwork! <:}}}

@xxanxious-anxietyxx

Thank you! And aww, what a fun sounding duo! :DD

XD that's about how I imagine he might react-

XD not to worry, I change them frequently!

@hazard100

I haven't really decided on what it's gonna be exactly.. but the general idea is that Baragara was hunted relentlessly by someone who wanted to catch him. Eventually he got in a battle with him and he was beaten within an inch of his life.. he was able to escape and hide away in a cave thankfully..

But there, he was so physically beaten that he couldn't move.. and he was so psychologically exhausted that he couldn't move himself with his mind.. with no way to move to collect food.. he began to starve..

The unstoppable horror of dying sent his 4 brains into a panic and they went out of sync. It was the worst state you could imagine for a Metagross tbh..

He is eventually rescued by one of my mons. But who found him and how? And what did they do afterwards? I haven't really decided yet.. <:0

@clownaroundtowne (post in question)

That was intended to be Gloria calling out to Baragara. But I'm reconsidering that whole story now.. 🤔

@axes2-axes

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD

And it's not a silly question at all! My favorite Pokèmon is Dusknoir! :}}}

#my repsonse #pokemon scarlet and violet

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hello 🤗 can I please request the #15 may prompt with azriel ?

A/N - HOW CUTE FOR AZ! I love this! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

Summary - You and Azriel are ready, but the ball was in your court.

Warnings - Just some cute fluff and a HINT of smut at the end

"Okay, I think it's ready,"

You looked at the plate in front of you, seeing how carefully placed every portion was and how it looked flawless. You had to think it was flawless at this point, spending a few hours and plenty of practice in the kitchen at the townhouse. Thanks to the coaching and gathering of the ingredients you needed, you were at Rhysand's private cabin for your plan.

The next step in your relationship with Azriel: finalizing your mating bond

You had tips from Mor and Elaine, both of whom knew what Azriel loved to eat and what his favorite snacks were. You asked them both at the very beginning of your friendship with Azriel, just to help him get through rougher days and stressful nights. He was grateful that you cared for him, which of course resulted in him courting you and your bond being discovered soon after.

Azriel preferred savory over sweet, though that didn't deter him from having a sweet tooth every once in a while. He wasn't into hearty meals like Cassian, nor was he picky or high maintenance with his food like Rhsyand. Azriel liked a home-cooked meal, filled with organic ingredients and the great taste that it came from the earth below his feet. He wasn't a bad cook himself, but there was something about your cooking that always lifted his spirits and brought him joy.

It made sense to make his favorite meal for him, to make the mating bond official.

You two talked it over and made a plan for it, which made sense since Azriel was more of a planner than going out on a limb. He knew you two would need to have your own space for this, since immediately after accepting the bond and the meal, things would go a bit haywire. He asked Rhysand if you both could use the cabin.

"Sure, and good planning on using the cabin. You're gonna need the isolation," Rhysand joked with him as Azriel hung his head in embarrassment and Cassain laughed.

The plate you had ready was piping hot and ready to eat, and your stomach was doing butterflies. You then moved to get a small crystal glass ready, pouring in some of Rhysand's personal and private whiskey a quarter of the way up in the glass. Sure Rhysand might be mad, but you weren't thinking about his own opinions on his favorite liquor. You were thinking of Azriel and what he would want in this kind of meal.

He loved having a dark coffee early in the morning before he flew to the Illyrian training camp, a warm tea at night when you two were curled up with a book together in bed, and sometimes a small glass of whiskey when he was with his brothers or during an intense meeting.

Everything looked perfect and felt perfect, including the fork and knife you had next to the plate with a folded napkin. Then looking at your watch, a gift you got from Azriel at the very beginning of your courting, you saw that he was going to be back any second.

Azriel had to go back to the Illyrian training camp for a few hours to deal with some of the new recruits being too rowdy, and leaving Cassian to deal with it on his own was not what Azriel wanted. He felt back leaving you since you two were planning on this getaway for some time, but you reassured him that it was fine.

As if on cue, the soft sounds of wings were heard outside the cabin, then s set of boots landing on the front porch gently. Your heart quickened and your palms were getting a bit sweaty as you walked out of the kitchen and over to the front door. Why was this excitement scaring you? You both knew each other so well and loved each other deeply, so this mating bond came so naturally.

It felt good to be bonded by him, to be loved by him, and to have that affection and devotion all to yourself. It also helped you two were best friends before you evolved into a romance, so you two knew each other far too well. This was no fling, or one-night stand that was filled with lust.

This was you two loving each other in the best way possible.

You opened the door, seeing Azriel in front of you in comfortable clothing and not his leathers. You were shocked to see him in such a way since you knew he left in his leathers to go talk to Cassians and deal with the new recruits.

"You changed," You voiced, Azriel looking down at his purple shirt and green flannel before he looked back at you. The new scent on his shirt and along his skin was very inviting, calming, and cool and set stirring that fire in your belly. Even his hair looked a bit disheveled.

"I didn't want to come back in my leather since I know you don't like them," He reminded you as you could tell he seemed a bit uncomfortable in how you voiced his attire, "This okay?"

You sighed and took his hand in your own, feeling how warm his skin was and it calmed your nerves just a pinch as Azriel was mostly focused on you and what you wanted. You loved him for that, placing you before himself in any choice he would make. Some saw it shocking, to see the Spymaster be willing to follow a common high fae to the ends of the world, but the Inner Circle only saw him as someone who was in love.

"More than okay," You replied with a sigh, seeing him grin as you tugged him inside, "I have something for you,"

He closed the door behind him as you tugged him along, you both walked together side by side and with your joined hands in the middle. You were once again trying not to be nervous, no matter how sure this was and how you both wanted this. Why would there be a possibility of Azriel not wishing to go through with your mating bond? This was his idea, to get away for a few days and have you all to himself before going back to the real world all over again. Yet with every step you were making to the kitchen, you felt your nerves hitting you all over and you wish to make it right.

Once you made it to the kitchen, Azriel stopped and saw the plate and the drink there ready for him. You stopped too, looking from the perfect plate over to Azriel to see his reaction. A small amount of shock was evident, his eyes going a bit big and his hand that was holding yours clutching a bit tighter now as you cleared your throat.

"Here, come sit," You said to him, gesturing to an empty stool in front of him. He went willingly, sitting down and releasing your hand. Once he was on the stool, you moved and grabbed the plate in one hand, then the drink in your other hand. You stopped before you went back to Azriel, closing your eyes and taking in a long breath.

It's just Azriel, the love of your life and now your mate. Get it together.

Finally, you opened your eyes and turned to see Azriel watching you. He had the softest smile on his face, and his shoulders were calm and relaxed as he was watching you with just love and affection. You never thought you would see the Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of Velaris and Night Court himself, would ever look at you as if you were the one who hung the three stars above the high mountain peaks that overlooked Velaris. The devotion in his eyes, the kind of devotion that was both gentle and kind and yet possessive and deep simultaneously

You placed the plate in front of him, then the glass of whiskey on the side, and lastly his fork and knife with the napkin. Azriel looked at the plate of food, his eyes still soft and pure as you fiddled with your fingers. Before he could even lift a hand to grab the fork, he reached out with his other hand and took your hand in his own.

"Sit with me, please," He said to you, his voice beyond soft and with a hint of depth to it too. You sat on the stool right next to him, seeing him raise your joined hands to kiss the back of yours willingly and with no hesitation. His eyes never left yours, you looking into the two hazel pools that made you think of the soft sunset over your own little home you two shared.

"I love you," He said against your hand, you grinned widely from hearing him say those three words. He was willing to take the bite, to take the leap for you, and to make you his.

"I love you too," you murmured, seeing him grin against your hand before he then looked at the plate you made for him. Released your joined hands, he scanned the plate before he took the fork in hand.

"Your favorite," You reminded him, "And some of Rhysand's whiskey."

Azriel had to chuckle from seeing the whiskey in the glass, "I'm sure you didn't tell him, right?"

"It won't hurt him in not knowing," You reassured him. Azriel, taking the fork in hand, scooped a good portion of his meal and then took one large bite from it. Watching his facial expression, you could feel how the taste was overwhelming him and his eyes closed for a brief moment. Maybe you were worried that you did it wrong, but a millisecond later you felt it too.

The tug on your bond, the pull towards Azriel, it finally snapped into place permanently.

It overwhelmed you, making you place your hand on the counter to not collapse on the floor from the overwhelming sensation of being connected to Azriel. It was under your skin, wrapped in your bones, humming against your heart and fogging your mind. You could feel his intense love for you, you felt it all, and it made you cry.

Azriel immediately stopped eating, reaching over to pull you into his arms and hug you close as you both sighed and cried in relief for finally having this bond be permanent and planted. Its roots sank into you both at the same time, and all you could do was hold on since you have the intense sensation of needing him under you, over you, inside of you, all of it.

"I got you," Azriel said to you as you two were clinging to each other like a lifeline. You felt his fingers along your waist and along your neck, his breath a bit labored near your cheek and jawline as you were clutching his flannel in your fingers, "I have you forever, it's just you and me,"

You felt that truth in the bond as you leaned up to kiss him. He kissed back just as swiftly, keeping it soft and beyond gentle with you as you both were kissing along the countertop. His half-finished plate was long forgotten, all you two were focusing on was each other and that sensation beginning to take over.

Azriel abruptly stood up, towering over you as he held you close and trapped you in his arms, his kisses getting hotter and deeper with every passing kiss. You were letting him take over you in such a way, like a rolling wave as you were pulling him even closer by his flannel. Inside of you, you felt the frenzy begin and you were letting it. Like a massive wave crashing over your head and pushing the rational side of you to the back.

"I need you," he said against your lips as you then felt him his tongue carefully trace your lower lip, "Cauldron I need you, now. Please, please let--"

"Shut up and take me," You growled against his lips as he pulled you up from the stool. Within a swift lift of his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist and had your fingers in his dark hair. He stopped abruptly, moving away from your lips as you whined. he chuckled from hearing you, but you grinned as he took the whiskey glass and drank down the liquor in one go.

Goddamn

You gulped and felt flushness on your cheeks from seeing him down the drink abruptly as he leaned in to kiss you again. Tasting the whiskey on his lips made you moan as he walked you to the bedroom, one hand on your ass and the other attempting to strip off your shirt.

You sent a thank-you gift to Rhysand two weeks later. One, for letting you use the cabin to your heart's desire. Secondly, for you and Azriel drinking the rest of the whiskey during your frenzy.

The End

May Prompt Session

#azriel x female reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel smut #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #acotar fluff #azriel acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin

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What's your big opinion on every Sonic character don't skip any detail

Dude, do you know how many sonic characters are there?

Like a lot. So im gonna keep it on the main ones LOLL

Maybe i'll add to this tho. We'll see.

HERE WE GO!!

Sonic: He's my favourite character of all times! Such a funky fella. I love his way of thinking, (as in everyone deserves second chances and freedom is important) and of acting, with the whole attitude. He gives me a sense of freedom that i haven't felt from any other media at all! Its quite impressive honestly. I could write pages upon pages on how Sonic as a character is like the peak of literature in my eyes, but this post would get way too long. In summary tho, i like almost every aspect of Sonic the Character.

Tails: The baby! I also really love tails! I think his role as a sideckick is very endearing, and is a great balance to sonic in all possible ways. One problem with modern Tails, though. He's portrayed as a coward. And like??? That's not who he is?? Like C'mon sega.

Knuckles: He don't chuckle!! Final part of team Sonic, and Sonic's first rival! I really like the knucklehead. But as is the norm, Sega screwed him up badly on Boom. I despise that they're supposed to be the same Knuckles. Because they're not. I like Boom Knuckles, as his own character, but granted, Boom is an acquired taste.

Amy: Honorary part of team sonic! I love her! Mostly on the IDW Comics. I think they handle her excellently in there. I know that Amy is a hated character by the fanbase because most say that her only purpose is to be the "girl character love interest" and i can agree up to some point in some games, but in IDW she's sooo much better. We stan IDW Sonic.

Shadow: Yet another case of Sega making character assassination. Shadow's like, one of the most complex sonic characters there are, If not THE most complex one. And i love that! Though im very sad that Sega hasn't been able to replicate that SA2 Magic quite as well. Will SonicXShadow (heh) give him justice? Stay tuned.

Rouge: MY GIRL!! Ok so controversial opinion, Rouge's my second favourite sonic character, just because i think its hilarious that she (once) was the leader of team Dark. So She commanded a killing machine and An alien experiment. What a girlboss! 10/10 Character.

Omega: Gotta be honest, not much of an omega fan. But i really like his dynamic w/Rouge and Shadow. It's pretty sweet that they become friens :)

Cream: The other baby! I think she's the sweetest character. Like fr. I really want to see her more often on the games! Though i get why in recent games she hasn't appeared. Suddenly the adventures got way too serious. Still want her back in the games though!

Blaze: Fire princess! I fr am so salty that she isn't as much in the games. Like, what gives? She's such a successful character (With good reason btw) and you arent like, putting her in the stage?? outrageous. But yeah, i really Like Blaze. Her contrast and similarities with sonic are great! They make a great duo too.

Silver: The sweetest most unhinged boi in the sonic canon. I find it very funny that in his first appearance he was all angsty and stuff, but now he's full on optimism and sunshine. I love the juxtaposition on that behalf. Boi is cute but he can mess you up.

The Chaotix: Oh i love the found family trope. Espio's my fave for sure. He's the funny ninja, what else do you want? Though Vector and Charmy are great too. Vector has such a cool ass dad vibe. And Charmy... is Charmy. if yk yk.

AAAAND I think i'll leave it there. Should i include someone else? lmk.

Thanks for the ask!

-Akari

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Hi! I love your metas and I had a question if you don't mind. I love Barcus but I'm a bit confused by the Ironhand gnomes and why they were so mad at the Gondians? Did I maybe miss something?

Omg, I'm so glad someone asked me this! Thank you, anon. I broached this exact subject with my friend a few days ago, and I'd already considered writing a post about it, so this was the kick I needed! Barcus is hands down my favourite NPC (perhaps of all time) and the gnome plight is easily my favourite side quest in the entire game, so I'm excited to share what I've learned!

To preface, I'd like to mention that most gnomes, according to D&D lore, live in clans and keep to themselves. This is especially true for deep gnomes, as the Underdark is an exceedingly dangerous homeland. Their people are often enslaved by drow or duergar, or eaten by other nefarious creatures that lurk in the shadows. As such, they have become a profoundly somber and cynical race, relying only on each other for survival. They're also extremely wary of strangers, as Barcus perfectly demonstrates when we first meet him.

Now, a history lesson. The Ironhand Gnomes, who at some point left the Underdark, worked in Baldur's Gate for generations, providing the city with the best mechanomagical inventions the populace had ever seen. Though they still kept to themselves and worked in isolation, they were well respected by the citizens, and flourished enough to inspire other gnomes to seek a new life in the city as well. This may not have been their goal, but whether they meant to or not, they brought gnomish innovation to the forefront of one of the most multicultural cities in all of Faerûn.

More importantly, the Ironhand Gnomes worshipped a lesser deity called Gaerdal Ironhand, who Wulbren's ancestor, Wolverforce Bongle, allegedly conversed with. Massive however, in all of my research, I haven't been able to find any evidence that he was truly capable of such a feat, nor is he ever referred to as a "Chosen" by either himself or anyone from his clan. Therefore, it's possible this is nothing more than an unsubstantiated claim made by zealots. A book called Ironhand Gnomes: Our Grievances can be found in the gnome hideout in Act 3, verifying some of this information, but it's glaringly biased against the Gondians, with radically religious and violent undertones.

But where did this hatred come from? Well, according to the book, the Ironhand Gnomes shared some of their expertise with other clans, and some of those clans took what they learned and opened their own workshops. The Gondians, who worship Gond, did particularly well, constructing their own factories and becoming quick competition. They even built a Gondian Church in the city, and attributed their success to Gond; god of craft, smithing, and inventiveness. For whatever reason, the Ironhands didn't appreciate this and accused the Gondians of stealing their methods and designs, as well as pointing out flaws in their "shoddy" craftsmanship.

However, Gondian work was relatively flawless, as well as artifice-based, meaning it relied on science and raw materials. The Ironhands specialised in mechanomagical inventions, meaning they imbued their engines with arcane influence. This put the Gondians and Ironhands at odds with each other, as Gond espoused artifice supremacy, whereas Gaerdal Ironhand, according to Wolverforce, accused Gond of being a thief. So yes, we've reached the crux of the issue—religious turmoil. Both gods, I should mention, are good-aligned and easily misinterpreted, so of course that adds another layer of complications.

In response to the Ironhand's accusations, the Gondians started slandering the Ironhand clan, losing them favour in the city. In other words, the feud quite literally became a he said/she said situation, with both clans acting like petty children. Whether or not the Ironhand Gnomes taught the Gondians a few tricks, they weren't owed credit for their inventions. That would be like my friend showing me how to use Adobe Animate, then demanding credit for all of my artwork thereafter ... and all while criticising it. And the Gondians, though attempting to protect their reputation, had no right to spread lies about the Ironhand clan, not all of whom participated in the drama. They could've let their work speak for itself.

But this war of finger-pointing dragged on, with both sides losing and gaining support from confused Baldurians. Eventually, the Ironhands became desperate to get the upperhand, rousing Wolverforce to experiment with the thought-to-be mythical runepowder. This led to what became known as the "Unfortunate Runepowder Incident", wherein the overweening Wolverforce caused a massive explosion, killing himself and countless others in the blast. Wulbren blames this tragedy on the Gondians alone, and many Ironhands seem to feel it was the root of their exile, but there's more to it.

In reality, the Ironhand Gnomes were banished from Baldur's Gate because they aligned themselves with Sarevok Anchev, the Bhaalspawn who tried to destroy the city in the first game. For some reason, Wulbren completely glosses over this detail, likely because he can't bring himself to admit the Ironhands are responsible for their own downfall. In fact, he brushes it off, as if it's some insignificant happenstance that deserves forgiveness without merit. After all, it happened over a century ago. Then, in Act 3, he says a painfully backwards line about how he thinks the Gondians would've joined Sarevok, if given the chance. But they did have a chance, and they didn't join him. The Ironhands did. As far as I'm concerned, this highlights Wulbren's extensive denial.

Which brings me around to Barcus and why he's such an endearing character. He doesn't care about ancient feuds or gnome supremacy. He made a name for himself, despite his clan's reputation. The Gondians never saw him as an enemy, and he in turn saw the value in their work. He prefers diplomacy and open dialogue, and he abhors violence to the highest degree. With a little hard work, he proved that the Ironhand Gnomes could've redeemed themselves without resorting to such extreme and radical measures; which is why I will always argue for him to take leadership. He's the best. He's everything. He is the shining future of unity and creation.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #barcus wroot #bg3 barcus #barcus my beloved #wulbren bongle #bg3 wulbren #ironhand gnomes #gondians #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #gnome post

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acourtofthought · 8 months

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Is Gwynriel a crackship?

The characters don't have chemistry -

Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder.

Az stared after her, brows high with amusement.

Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle.

Pure amusement glittered in her stare.

He offered her a crooked smile.

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?”

Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.”

Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.”

"I blame Cassian for this. He's too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days."

Azriel laughed. "I'll give you that".

Gwyn smiled broadly. "Thank you".

Azriel dipped his head in sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him.

Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face.

The characters never interact -

Azriel had winnowed her and Cassian here after training, but hadn’t lingered. Apparently, Gwyn wanted him to go over dagger handling, so he’d left them with a promise to return in an hour.

"You're turning the blade a fraction as it comes parallel to the ground," Azriel explained, drawing his Illyrian blade from down his back. "Watch." He slowly demonstrated, rotating his wrist where she did. "You see how you open it right here?" He corrected his position. "Keep your wrist like that. The blade is an extension of your arm."

And when Gwyn reached the finish line, bloody and panting and grinning so wildly her teal eyes glowed like a sunlit sea, she only extended her battered hand to Azriel. “Well?” “You already have your prize,” Azriel said simply. “You just passed the Blood Rite Qualifier. Congratulations.” Gwyn gaped. Nesta and Emerie halted. But Gwyn said to him, “That was why you invited them?”

Nesta asked Gwyn, “But it seemed like you didn’t know what we were doing.” “Cassian and Azriel warned me that we’d be watched by males today, but didn’t specify why.

“The courses?” Gwyn asked. “Different routes,” Azriel said, “from various Qualifiers over the centuries.”

Succeeding in the Blood Rite didn’t mean the training stopped. No, after she and her friends told Cassian and Azriel most of the details of their ordeal, the two commanders had compiled a long list of mistakes that the three of them had made that needed to be corrected, and the others wanted to learn from them, too. So they would keep training, until they were all well and truly Valkyries.

I think it's pretty evident that not only do Gwyn and Az interact but in a short period of time their interactions have already turned playful and competitive.

Certain groups in this fandom believe chemistry only equals sexual chemistry but people in real lasting relationships realize that chemistry is more than that. Sexual attraction can fade but emotional chemistry is what leads to a relationships staying power.

Emotional chemistry is what makes a relationship special and different from other relationships.

Az has had hunger for both Mor and Elain. He's felt protective of both Mor and Elain, arguing against them doing anything dangerous. He's questioned why both Mor and Elain were not his mates and felt he would taint both Mor and Elain. Really, there's nothing all that special between the way he treats the pair of them. Sure, he never lent anyone TT but he also never sat out of battle after Mor begged and pleaded. He never had a recently turned fae female in need of a weapon while the female he loved for centuries asked him not to fight.

In an SJM romance, her endgame pairings have both sexual and emotional chemistry but the sexual side of things doesn't always happen right away. For example, Rowan and Aelin didn't have sexual chemistry for quite a while. They disliked one another at first, which eventually led to friendship, which eventually built to sexual chemistry.

A crackship would be Gwyn and Tarquin who have never met. But Gwyn being flirtatious towards Az, Az being amused by Gwyn, Az showing admiration for Gwyn, Az believing in Gwyns ability to make it through the Rite, Az feeling something spark in his chest at the thought of her happiness, Az imaging her teal eyes lighting up, Gwyn being the only one his shadows dance for (both in SF and the POV), knowing that not only has Az already spent time interacting alone with Gwyn and time with her during training but that he and Cassian are going to be continuing her training, we can safely say Az and Gwyn are not a crackship. We know Gwyn likes males as she said her chance to lie with a male for her first time was taken from her and she did not show any fear being with Az alone in the dark in the middle of the night. So it is not "ridiculous" to think that he could easily be someone she'd place her trust in when she decides she's ready to take the next steps in exploring her sexuality (something SJM will decide she's ready for and not petty readers within the fandom).

And the fact that he treats Gwyn differently than the way he's acted towards Mor and Elain, the fact that SJM had Gwyn and Gwyn alone spark something in his chest, are possible clues that their chemistry is the real kind and not the fleeting kind that sexual chemistry sometimes is when it's missing the other things that are important to a lasting relationship.

#pro gwynriel #gwynriel #gwyn acotar #azriel and gwyn #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #anti e/riel

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 day

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summary: sabine and ezra finally share their first kiss. unfortunately, it’s on a broadcast to every rebel cell in the galaxy. chapter word count: 1307 a/n: shoutout to the talented and funny @kanerallels for betaing! taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian @notanodinarygirl {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

Ch. 2 The same thing you just read, but from Ezra's perspective

Ezra Bridger was having the time of his life.

Lothal was safe, he hadn't needed to sacrifice himself to ensure it, and Sabine seemed to think it was pretty important that Ezra didn't sacrifice himself. She'd searched without rest for a plan to keep him from exiling himself to a galaxy far, far away, and somehow it had worked.

Now she stood at his side as he gave a speech to his people— his free people— and he couldn't help but notice the glances she was giving him, hoping he wouldn't come across as tongue-tied as he thought he did.

"I'm really thankful for everyone," Ezra said, "really, I'm thankful. I wish I could thank every one of you: old Joe, Jai, Ryder, that old lady I pickpocketed a week before joining the fight," he cleared his throat, loudly, "but, uh, most of all, I'd like to thank my family."

He looked over to where the rest of the crew stood, trying to ignore the lump in his throat at the empty space next to Hera.

"We wouldn't be free right now if it wasn't for the sacrifices along the way," he finally said, holding back tears, "and I know my parents and Kanan would be proud of us."

Then he turned back towards Hera.

"Hera, a long time ago you told me that if all I do is fight for myself, then my life is worth nothing," he half laughed, and shook his head, "thank you for showing me something worth fighting for."

"Zeb, you're the big brother I never wanted— and still don't want," Ezra said, and before Zeb could pummel him, he followed with, "but always needed. Chopper, though, I could live without."

Chopper beeped in response, something Ezra thought must've been along the lines of "love you too, bro."

"Most of all," Ezra said, and the nervousness of public speaking must've canceled out the nervousness he always felt around Sabine, because he dared to look her in the eyes as he said, "my best friend, Sabine."

She almost seemed surprised as he said it, and she looked at him with an awe in her eyes that he'd never thought she'd give him, almost as though he was her hero instead of the other way around.

"I couldn't've done it without you," he said, his tone quiet, almost unable to get the words out. Though most of the people in attendance couldn't've heard him say it, Sabine did, and that was all that mattered.

He then turned back to the people and finished his speech, finding even more confidence in his words now.

"Five years ago, I never could've imagined we'd be free," he said, "and now we are. The Empire may wave its banners across the galaxy, but day by day their numbers dwindle, as long as people like you and me keep making a stand for freedom."

The crowd cheered, and Ezra figured it would be a good idea to end on a high note before he ran his mouth and got into even more trouble.

"Thank you all for coming and celebrating. Refreshments will be served in the square as soon as we wrap up the festivities."

Ezra stepped down from the podium so Ryder could give another brief speech. As he stepped down, he felt Sabine's hand on his arm. She pulled him off to the side, and he followed her gladly.

"Did you really mean that?" Sabine asked.

Ezra thought back to the last thing he'd said.

"That refreshments will be served in the square as soon as we wrap up?" Ezra asked, smiling at the prospect of free jogan fruit that he wouldn't have to steal, "of course."

"Not that," Sabine shook her head, "when you said I'm your best friend."

Her words had been quiet and unsure, but he made sure his response wasn't.

"Absolutely," Ezra said, "As long as that's okay with you."

"Of course," Sabine said, "you're my best friend too."

Ezra's knees went weak as her eyes met his. He'd done well so far in his attempts to keep himself from acting on his feelings for her, but he knew that if he lost himself in the corridors of her eyes for too much longer, he'd end up doing something really stupid. To even get to a place where Sabine let him call her his best friend had taken half a decade, and he didn't want his feelings to get in the way of their friendship.

He turned to walk away, but her hand on his shoulder stopped him. He made the mistake of looking in her eyes again.

"I'm really glad you didn't sacrifice yourself," Sabine said, smiling.

Sabine had scarcely smiled at him before, and she'd certainly never smiled at him like this.

"Me too."

For anyone else in the galaxy, everyone else in the galaxy, Ezra had been willing to sacrifice himself, give up everything for their freedom and salvation. But for Sabine, Ezra had done something harder. All it took was one word from Sabine, and suddenly his sacrifice didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. In the moment when she'd found out about his plan and begged him not to go, he would've doomed the whole galaxy just to ensure her happiness. He didn't know why his life meant so much to her, but kriff it all if he didn't want to find out.

Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to go, Ezra found himself, slowly, like approaching a wild loth deer, reaching towards her, his hand on the back of her neck and pulling him closer to himself. She had more than enough opportunity to stop him, to pull away or punch him in the gut, but she did the opposite. One second, she was a few inches away from him, and the next, her lips were on his.

Despite spending the last few years dreaming about this moment, now that it was happening, Ezra almost couldn't believe it. At first, he almost feared it was a moment of weakness they'd later regret, but the longer this kiss lasted, the more convinced Ezra was that this was the best moment of his whole entire life. He'd known that Sabine was an expert in explosions, but somehow he hadn't expected that same kind of spark to be found in her kiss, frying his entire brain in the most beautiful fireworks display imaginable.

She sighed as he pulled her even closer, and if that moment could've lasted forever, he couldn't've been happier.

But Sabine pulled away from him, quickly and suddenly. At first, Ezra wondered if it was Sabine's silent way of telling him he'd messed up and gone too far, but his senses quickly returned to him. The last minute or two had only been Sabine and Ezra, but now he remembered that there were other people in the galaxy. Trillions of them, in fact.

And millions of them were watching that exact moment.

Ezra quickly stepped away from her, hoping his expression wasn't as telling as he thought it was. They stood next to each other, though with more space in between them than Ezra really wanted.

Ezra leaned his head toward her, casually, trying not to draw attention to himself as they flashed their fake smiles to the people down below.

"Do you think they noticed?" he asked.

Then he saw a holo projector of their live stream down below, displaying a massively enlarged recording of their kiss, text beneath it reading "INSTANT REPLAY."

"This is the last time I let Jai run the holo stream for anything," Ezra thought. He noticed out of the corner of his eye as Sabine hid her face behind her hand, using sarcasm to cover her embarrassment.

"Yes, Ezra," she said, "I think they noticed."

#sabezra #fanfic #fanfiction #kazzy writes #sabine wren #ezra bridger #canon divergence #cw kissing #otp: im counting on you #star wars rebels

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