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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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everything at 18, but nothing at 22

alternatively: times she finished in the points while he dnfs

in which the drastic difference in their performance in their career seems to finally be catching up to them

(series masterlist)

-> australia, 2023

she simply cannot wipe the permanent smile on her face. she runs into her garage, straight from weigh-in, immediately greeted by blythe and ciara who are quick to take her in for a hug.

"oh, i made the points!" she laughs, jumping in a circle with her sisters. "can you believe it? i made history just by finishing in the top 10 today!"

"i told you you'll be amazing!" ciara puts her hands on her older sister's cheeks, before quickly pulling her in for another tight hug. "you did so well on the track amidst all the chaos!"

"history in the making with you just being here!" blythe shrieks, grabbing her shoulder. "you were amazing on the track. half the grid retired - did seb tell you?"

"he did," she laughs, slowly settling down as she stands on her feet. "speaking of that, i've got to speak to logan."

"no need to look around, i've got him here with me," oscar's accent fills her garage. "good job finishing above me, mate."

another shrill shriek escapes her mouth as she hops over to the two boys still in their race suits. she is received by oscar first, whispering neverending praises into her ear as they sway in their spot. she rubs circles on his back as they exchange compliments, both proud at their feat of achieving points in arguably one of the more chaotic races they've found themselves in.

as she pulls away, she meets a forced smile and sad green eyes as she is pulled into a hug by logan. "i'm so proud of you today. i stayed and watched the race just for you."

"baby, i'm sorry for the dnf," she whispers, her smile faltering slightly as she wraps her arms around his neck. she's lifted off the ground slightly, the height difference making their public hug slightly awkward. "this is only the third race - i swear it won't stay like this all season."

"no, don't worry about me," logan grins, pulling away from her. with a tender hand on her cheek, he quickly pulls it away when a flash goes off at the corner of his eye. instead, he settles for a hand on her shoulder and shakes her slightly. "today is all about you, ms. record breaker."

"for what it's worth, the fia is under fire for the chaos of today's race," she frowns, rubbing his sleeves up and down to offer a sense of familiarity.

their dream of getting into f1 together has finally come true. it's just a shame that they've got to keep their romantic gestures on the down low, or kept under wraps in fear of the backlash she might get.

"stop trying to justify my race," logan smiles, squeezing a cheek. he takes a step back and huffs, tilting his head as he looks at her. "look at you - i could have sworn you were just that lonely girl oscar decided to befriend at karting. now you're in f1 making history."

her smile carves into something softer, and looks up at him with a glimmer in his eyes that he couldn't ever get tired of. "i wouldn't be here without either of you."

logan squeezes her arm. "sneak into my hotel room later? let's watch a movie."

"oh, max invited me for drinks at some bar tonight. celebrate my first points or something like that," she frowns. "come with us, please? oscar will be there."

"i'll be okay," he smiles. "then sneak in after the drinks. you're funny when you're drunk, anyway."

"i'll sneak some cocktails in your room so we can watch a disney movie together and cuddle," she giggles. at the call of her name by sebastian, mentioning something about an interview she has to go do now. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later." logan bends down, closing an eye when he feels her lips pressed against his cheek. "love you."

she turns around, already being pulled away by an impatient sebastian. she twists her body back to look at him. she mouths, "love you."

-> hungary, 2023

she presses her lips together, rocking back and forth on her feet as she awaits the door to open. when it does, it reveals a clearly dishevelled logan with a towel hung around his shoulders.

he's already in his sweatpants, while she stood out in the hallway in a romper, ready to head out for the evening. she scans her boyfriend head to toe and slumps her shoulders. "baby, you're not going out with us tonight?"

he pokes his head past the door, looking left and right before he lets her walk into his hotel room. she sighs softly, following him further into the room.

he drops himself onto the bed and shakes his head. "i don't deserve to be out and about celebrating after the race today. you go ahead and enjoy yourself, babe."

"my love," she hums, climbing onto the bed with a hand finding his neck to massage the muscle. "just because the race didn't go your way today doesn't mean you should lock yourself up here and be by yourself."

he leans into her touch, turning to lie on his side. he slings an arm around her waist while she comfortably sits on his bed. "i just don't think i should be outside. i'm an embarrassment." he nuzzles his face into the side of her thigh. "good call to keep the relationship behind closed doors - you'll be ridiculed for being with me."

"what?" she says softly, never really getting used to logan's harsh words against himself. she hangs her head low, trying to meet his eyes. "please, don't say that. i'm very proud of you. dnf or not."

"you and oscar have gotten your first points this year. i still have not," he sighs, turning to lie on his back again. "trust me, you don't want people to know you're dating me."

"i do want people to know i'm dating you," she coos, running her fingertip down the side of his face. she moves down and props herself up on her elbow to look over him. "it's just complicated right now - you know that."

"but you get what i'm saying, right?"

"i do," she lays on her stomach, pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder. "okay, let me tell max i'm not feeling great to head out tonight for drinks. do you want to go and eat somewhere just the two of us?"

"what? (y/n), please. you don't have to do any of this. i'm fine being by myself tonight."

"i want to be with you tonight," she grins. "let's go shopping? it's our first time in hungary."

-> zandvoort, 2023

"mate, have you seen logan?" she asks, approaching oscar with a frown. with a pepsi can in hand, she sips on the straw as her bright eyes scan the paddocks for her missing boyfriend. "usually, he'd be right by my garage after a race, but i've yet to find him."

"i can't say i've seen him since before the race," oscar frowns, realising that it's been a while since he's seen logan. he also scans the crowd, hoping that it's just her height that's hindering her chances of finding logan. to no avail, he doesn't find logan either. "is everything okay?"

she shrugs. "i don't know. he retired from the race again, did you hear?"

"i heard. do you know why?"

"no," she shrugs. "seb's got no idea either. can you let me know if you find him, please? i've got an interview i need to go and do."

-> singapore, 2023

"seriously?" she cries, tears rushing into her eyes. she takes the bouquet of loud colours and holds it against her chest. "this is the sweetest thing ever!"

"you like them?" logan grins down at the flowers that clash against the dark motif of her race suit tailor-made for tonight. "i saw them in the mall the other day when oscar and i were out. i was banking on the fact that you'd make it into the points today.

"even luckier that you made podium."

"this is the cutest thing ever," she smiles, sniffling as she drops her head to smell the flowers. "thank you so much, logan."

"you deserve it."

"but i'm sorry for where you finished today," she frowns, dropping an arm and moving to his side. she puts an arm around his waist and squeezes him slightly. "was the car not good today?"

"i think it's the street circuits not being very kind to me," logan sighs, shaking his head. "but, please, enjoy your podium celebrations. i'll join you for drinks tonight?"

"oh, really? you're joining tonight?"

"of course! my girlfriend just made history again," logan says softly into her ear. he squeezes her shoulder. "i have to be there to celebrate with her, right?"

-> qatar, 2023

"fuck!"

"logan, please. just sit down - you're really dehydrated."

"no, god. i'm such a fuck up!"

"hey, don't say that!"

"i retired again because i couldn't take the fucking heat!" he tugs at the roots of his hair, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

meanwhile, his girlfriend sits in the corner on a plastic chair with her lips pressed together as he paces around the room against the medical advice of every personnel who's attended to him.

still in her fireproofs, the younger girl nurses her helmet in her lap as she tries to calm logan down. "it's okay, baby. you weren't feeling well. you couldn't have done anything else."

"i could have just sucked it up and raced like everybody else!" logan frowns. "even you finished the race despite your period! what's that say about me?"

she scoffs, eyebrows furrowed as his statement manages to hit her the wrong way. "what are you trying to say? that between you and me, you deserved to finish more because i was hindered by the fact that i've got my period?"

regret strikes logan immediately, and she can see it in the way his look softens and his shoulders slump. "no, that's not what i meant. i mean, like-"

"it sounds like the way it sounds," she says softly, hurt lacing her every word. she shakes her head as she gets up to her feet, helmet hanging off her fingers by the strap. "i'll call you tomorrow, logan."

"(y/n), please wait. i'm sorry."

"i just need to be alone," she frowns, turning her back on him as she heads for the door. "feel better and stay put until the nurse comes back with an iv for you. but i've got to go - i just can't believe you'd say that to me."

-> mexico, 2023

"god, i'm no better at 22 than i was at 18." logan holds his face in his hands, elbows propped up on his knees as he finds comfort in the beanbag in her driver's room after their media commitments. "i don't understand."

it's another race where he's forcibly retired and she's managed to climb her way into the points. despite starting in the back of the grid that afternoon, she managed to challenge lando climbing up the positions on the track.

while she lost out to the more experienced driver, starting 16th and eventually climbing to 8th is no easy task. with sebastian in her ear, it was a slightly easier task that had a lot of people confused and shocked at where she suddenly finished the race.

realistically, it helped that the car was just feeling much better with the upgrades that the team brought in for her this weekend.

but logan unexpectedly had to retire towards the end of the race. which, was disheartening after the point that he got just last week in austin.

"am i just not made to be in f1? i don't get it," he says softly. "something's not right."

all she can do is sigh. nothing about their predicament now is easy: she can't fully relate to the low he's feeling because- well, she's doing fine in her rookie season compared to him.

she knows that and so does he. they try not to talk about it, but it's something that looms over their head whenever they're on social media or are attending interviews together. it doesn't make it any easier that fans are easily gawking at her presence when they chance upon them together in public.

while logan loves being her boyfriend, the past couple of years being the best times he's ever experienced, it's easier said than done to be proud of your girlfriend's achievements when you're always in the trenches week after week.

"i don't even know if i'll still have a seat next year," he sighs, throwing his head back to rest on the wall behind him. "god. i don't know what to do."

"i don't even know what to say," she whispers, crawling over to where he is. she places a hand on his knee and rests her chin on her hand. "i'm sorry you're feeling like this, lo."

"i know you don't get it."

"i know i don't. but i'm your girlfriend."

"you being by my side means more than you think it does." he breathes out with a sigh passing his lips, a hand resting on her shoulder as they sit in silence. "you can boast about your achievements to me, you know?"

"i know." she turns her head to look up at him. logan forces another smile, her worried stare igniting something in him to make sure that she knows he's okay. "but i'm with you even in your darkest hours."

"i'm extremely proud of how far you've come this season."

"i'm proud of how eloquently you're trying to hold yourself around me," she frowns, tracing circles on the material of his jeans. "but you don't have to pretend around me. we celebrate my achievements when you're feeling better."

"we can do both." logan sits up, a hand cupping her cheek to lift it up to meet his gaze. "your achievements shouldn't be tucked away in some box just because i had a bad weekend. i'm happy enough seeing you make history."

"logan..."

"let's head out to dinner with oscar tonight. it's a celebration - you guys have done so well."

"we can just stay in if you want."

"no more of that!" he cheers, his lips meeting the tip of her nose. "we're celebrating tonight. let's dress up, let's go out and take pictures, and then we can post about them on instagram while people speculate about how too close we seem to be. i don't care.

"you've done so much for the sport, you should be celebrated, babe. if you don't want to, i will celebrate you."

she sighs, rolling her eyes. "you're an idiot."

"but an idiot you love, yes?"

"an idiot i love, correct."

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aris-ink · 2 years

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Please consider writing about Daddy Joon who adopted reader after her mother died and who forces her to sleep in the same bed as him and one night she wakes up to him force breeding her 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 doing his absolute best to make her a mommy 💛

no words fhdhshdfsd

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of death and violence (not towards the reader), some angst, soft corruption and manipulation, pseudo incest, daddy kink, somnophilia, dub con, hints of breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, creampie

edited.

Namjoon tried his best to be a good father. He didn't get the chance to watch you grow up, and he was perfectly aware of the fact that you were a woman now. But deep down, in his heart, he still saw you as his little girl. You changed his life, marked him forever. All the unexplored and untouched nooks that twisted through his soul; your light went right into them, a gust of bone chilling wind, breaking through the cobwebs and dust, rattling him to the core. Awakening something so old and primitive from its sleep, it felt nearly sinister.

But it was perfectly fine, Namjoon figured. All little girls had a monster under their bed; it just so happened that yours protected you. Ironic, how it didn't even occur to him that perhaps what you needed protection from was him.

When your mother passed away, he took you in without a moment of hesitation. A lost baby bird that needed their wings nursed back to health. You didn't have to be looked after anymore, sure - but you still needed your daddy. All little girls needed their daddies. And Namjoon would have gladly went to hell and back to provide you anything your heart desired.

It was sweet, your friends thought; how close you were with your stepfather, how tight knit your bond was. Especially knowing you barely remembered your own father. His absence left a hole in your life that seemed impossible to fill before Namjoon started dating your mom.

But what would they say if they knew? If they knew how as soon as you moved in with him, he had you sleep in his bed? How he coaxed you and rocked you in his arms while he brushed your tears away? Weren't you too old for this?

"I'm worried about you, baby," he whispered, his hand burning hot on your knee. "I won't let you sleep alone."

You were opposed to the idea; but something in the way he spoke to you made your mind cloud, the low murmur of his voice filling it up like fog.

"Just lie down for me, sweetheart. Good girl. Don't cry."

He didn't really give you much of a choice; and you felt so warm and safe in his embrace, so loved. Still, a tiny pang of guilt stirred in your chest. Like you were doing something wrong. It definitely seemed wrong to feel every muscle of his body; in his chest against your back, in his arms as they enveloped you. The intimacy of it felt so... new. You've shared hugs before, but you never shared a bed, let alone cuddled in it.

You tried to ignore this train of thought, willing it to crash and crumble. Your cheeks warmed as he sighed against you, from the sheer embarrassment of your own paranoia. This was Namjoon, for god's sake; your mother's ex husband. He must have been suffering too. He must have felt lonely. But most of all, you knew how worried he could get about you. He had always been much more mindful than your mother, paying attention to your moods, asking you about your day, helping you with your homework. You drifted off with only him on your mind, surrounded by the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body entwined with yours. The comfort of it lulled you into the best sleep you've had in months.

After that, you slowly stopped rejecting the idea of sharing a bed with him. Namjoon held an important place in your heart for years. No wonder he'd be the one to keep it from falling to pieces. He was just looking after you.

Right?

Then why did that murky, uncomfortable feeling continue to unfurl in your chest? All logic was against it. And yet you couldn't help but pick up on the little things; how persuasive he was, how his hands wandered over your waist under the sheets. Why did it all bother you, when technically he wasn't doing anything wrong? Most importantly, you reminded yourself over and over again; you weren't doing anything wrong.

Though you might have been unaware of it, Namjoon could see how conflicted you were. He could also see the goosebumps on your skin as he caressed your back, your muscles tensing, suppressing shivers. Unfortunately, it didn't look like you'd give in so easily.

"Go to sleep, baby," he murmured, leaving a kiss on your head before turning to lie on his back. You just needed a little push. That was okay. All good fathers knew their little girls inside and out; and sometimes they had to do what was necessary for their greater good.

You breathed a sigh, nuzzling your cheek into the cool pillow.

"Goodnight, daddy."

Something in his lower stomach stirred. The affectionate title fell from your lips so quietly, like you were already on the verge of succumbing to your exhaustion, slipping right off the precipice and into its dark embrace.

He hasn't heard you call him that in weeks. He listened to your breathing even out, lifting himself up on one arm.

Fuck. He needed you. You needed him too, didn't you? Of course you did. He knew you did. That was what he told himself when he brushed your hair away from your neck, pressing his lips into its column. He covered every inch of it he could reach with butterfly kisses, ending the trail right below your ear. Unlike his lips, his hand was less gentle, squeezing your hip, like he was searching for a way to keep at least some semblance of self control. It was difficult when you felt so soft and warm beneath him. Even more so when he realized that for the first time, he was finally able to act out on his fantasies. For the first time, he had you in his bed, with no one to come in and interrupt you, no one to witness him sliding down your underwear, sticky from how he played with you. The excitement bordered on predatory, but what else could you expect with that thing you set free in somewhere in his soul, the darkness that broke through? It was all your doing. And Namjoon was all yours. The most sinful, immoral parts of him included.

Sinful they were, for no good father should ever touch his little girl the way he touched you, but how could he resist when you responded so well? Your nipples felt so hard under his tongue, the little twitch in your body enthralling. You were so easy to defile; so willing. Namjoon didn't think he's ever felt more in love.

The sight of his aching, fat cock lined up with your cunt was enough to make it drool. He was so hard every vein and ridge seemed to throb. You wanted this, didn't you? You just needed that one, little push. One push of his hips, and you'd wake up gasping from your needy, mortal dreams, only to awaken in heaven; his hand around your mouth, his thick cock filling you up to the brim.

It didn't take long. He pressed his weight into you, groaning as you startled, trashing under him.

"Shhhh, baby," he whispered, breathing harshly into your ear. "It's just me."

Your pussy clenched around him. Namjoon stilled inside you for a moment, holding back a grunt. He looked up at you, trying to force himself to slow his thrusts. The tears stuck in your eyelashes made his heart twist. He took his hand off your mouth, replacing it with his tongue instead, kissing you and trying to pour all his love into you.

He could feel your distress, feel the hot tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Don't cry, baby," he breathed as he pulled away from your mouth. "It's okay. You're so good for daddy."

"N-no," you stuttered out, your hands trembling as they pushed at his chest. "Get off me."

An unexpected, hard thrust had your back arching, a gasp leaving your throat.

"Get off you?"

There was a significant change to the tone of his voice; it was lower and dark now, his eyes stuck on yours as he continued to fuck you.

"That's not what this cute, little cunt is telling me, baby. You're squeezing me so tight."

His teeth gritted at the last word. You couldn't believe the soft moan that slipped past your lips, your body betraying your morals. Namjoon gripped your jaw, fingers digging into it, his cock making wet, obscene sounds as it split you open.

"Fuck," he growled. "You hear that? So wet. Good girl."

You didn't feel like a good girl. More tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you quickly found yourself realizing you were helpless.

"Please, daddy!" You whined, still pushing at his chest, but your attempt at trying to make him see reason had the opposite effect. His cock only seemed to grow harder inside you - if that was possible - his balls slapping against you faster.

In one swift, rough motion, he turned your head to the side, plush lips pressing right into your ear.

"Do you want me to stop? Is that it? You want daddy to stop pounding your little pussy?" He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Or is my little girl crying because she's ashamed of how depraved she is?"

The pressure of your hands pushing at his chest softened. You blinked a few times before burying your face in his neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

"Daddy-" you sobbed out, half pleasure, half pain.

Namjoon groaned, his hand slipping under your thigh.

"It's okay, baby... I love you. You're my good girl."

He pressed his lips into your shoulder, leaving kisses over your sweaty skin, his cock reaching deeper than you've ever been touched. He could tell from the way you gasped, trying so hard not to give in to him - and failing.

"Daddy's almost done, baby," he soothed. "Gonna fill you up so- oh-" his hips stuttered when your pussy clenched again. "Ohh fuck."

"Wait, you can't-" the words were abruptly cut off by his kiss, your protests turning into more incoherent, muffled moans.

A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away.

"Be a good girl," he groaned. "I can feel how much you want it. Want me to come inside you and make you all mine, huh?"

Your thighs tightened around him as his finger found your clit, slippery and throbbing.

"Want daddy to make you a mommy," he grunted, circling the sensitive bud in fast circles, desperate as he felt you clench. "Yeah? Want to be all fucking mine?" He was hanging on by threads, the filth spilling from his mouth turning into breathy moans when you started coming. He fucked you harder, letting you claw at his back, hot seed spilling deep into your tightening cunt. The sound of your loud whines only made him twitch more, his head spinning.

"Good fucking girl," he whimpered, stilling in between your legs.

He stayed inside you, unable to force himself away, his hands running up and down your arms soothingly.

"Baby," he whispered a moment, lifting his head.

You didn't shy away from his gaze, but more tears lingered beneath your lashes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I love you."

He pressed a kiss into your forehead, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks.

"Don't cry."

You struggled to reply verbally, instead choosing to hide within his embrace.

"It's okay," he reassured. "I promise. I got you."

You nodded into his neck.

"Good girl."

Namjoon knew he had to pull out eventually. He sighed again, dropping another kiss on your lips.

"Get some rest, baby."

A shudder went through you as he lifted himself up, dragging his cock out of your cunt, leaving behind nothing but a feeling of emptiness and his cum dribbling out of you. He almost shuddered too, his abdomen clenching at the sight.

"Good girl," he couldn't help repeating himself, his hand massaging the soft flesh of your thigh.

He wanted to fuck you again. The thought of overwhelming you stopped him, though. He knew just how much you could handle, and that was it for tonight. It was more than enough.

He lowered himself onto his side, wrapping both arms around your waist. This time, you didn't try to scooch away. You didn't try to get closer either, and he left it at that, the soft hum of post orgasmic bliss filling his body and tempting his lids to drop.

"Goodnight, daddy," you whispered, or sighed, he couldn't be sure, your voice so soft as it breached the sleepy, softened walls of his mind. His heart fluttered in his chest, fingertips brushing yours.

"Goodnight, baby."

He tried not to think about tomorrow. Tried not to get excited over the possibility of you getting pregnant; of finally being able to be a real family, the kind he could never imagine with anyone else.

How could Namjoon ever consider fate cruel? Meeting your mother has led him to meeting you, and in a twisted, tender way he loved the role he took on for you. He loved providing for you; he loved the authority that came with his title. And he loved you, so fucking much. Fate has been kind to him in all aspects so far; even sweeping your mother out of the way for him. He didn't have to lift a finger. Before she died, he had started thinking that she might need a little push, too. Down the stairs perhaps. But all is well that ends well, he supposed, and this ended as well as it could without him interfering.

Did he feel any grief at all? No. Why would he? The woman has been far too self absorbed, far too neglectful of you. She was became nothing but a burden; one he was glad to be rid of.

He knew that wasn't the case for you, however. You were too kind to think that way. He didn't mind, though. No matter what, he wouldn't let guilt eat you alive. It was the last promise he made to himself before falling asleep, his arms tightening around you. He'd fill you up with his love and his cum until you could think of nothing else, glowing and warm.

You were his little girl. He'd take his time; and he had all the time in the world.

#no words but also ily #yandere bts #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts smut

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mechformers · 1 year

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Ma Miles - Ch. 16

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Chapter Warning: Wound dressing, mention of bruised bones/ribs, cuts, talking about Neteyam being shot.

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The sound that leaves you when the people part for the small boy running towards you could only be described as heartwrenching, even to your own ears, Spider’s bruised frame sprints forward with only one goal in mind as you fall to your knees in the wet, warm sand. You just manage to open your arms before he’s wrapped around you, his small but strong arms holding onto you for dear life as you press your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing openly. Rocking the both of you slowly, you breathe him in, letting your hand cup the back of his messy head while you press his smaller body to your frame. There’s a small voice in the back of your mind that tells you to ease up, to let his smaller body get space to breathe, but in your desperation, you’re unable to let go of him.

“Son?” Distantly, you recognize the wounded, high-pitched voice of Jake Sully, but it’s not before you lift your head to take a deep breath that you notice that the Toruk Makto has rushed past the Olo’eyktan to hold his own son. The sound of the strong man’s quiet sobs pierces something deep within you and you can only imagine the relief of seeing your child alive when you have believed him to be dead.

He’s whispering thanks and blessings to the Great Mother when Neytiri comes rushing through the crowd, no doubt reacting to her mate’s distressed sounds. It doesn’t take long for her own shrieks of pain and disbelief to come forth as she stumbles on unsteady legs toward her son and mate. With her hand outstretched, Jake Sully takes it, pulling her into the hug he’s refusing to end with their son. Neteyam’s grunt when his mother collides with them is painful, but the reunion goes on, the young man refusing to let go of his parents. Smiling through your tears, you watch as the rest of the children join them, happy cries and grabby hands creating a tight bubble around Neteyam. It’s heartwarming to see the young man be cuddled and loved like this.

Stroking Spider’s head, you close your eyes as you feel his small but fierce heart pounding away against your chest. Your son has stopped crying, his small sniffles sounding every now and then as he clings to you. His cheek is resting against your collarbone, his mask digging in painfully, but you couldn’t care less. Your son was finally here with you, his small body clinging to you as you held him. You can’t imagine the pain and hurt he’s been through the past few weeks, or how scared he must have been. Kissing his messy head, you whisper small thank you’s as you get to your feet, still holding him close.

“You saved him,” Jake Sully mumbles, his sharp eyes piercing into yours from your short distance, reaching a hand out for you to join them.

Slowly, you approach your old Olo’eykatan with Spider in your arms, only to be pulled into the hug when his strong hand wraps around your elbow. His forehead presses firmly against yours as he holds you close, whispers of thanks leaving his lips as he breathes deeply. Neytiri repeats the motion when her mate eventually lets up, her eyes piercing into yours as she thanks you, the motion foreign to you.

“Mo’at was the one who saved him,” You whisper back, hearing Jake Sully’s soft intake of air as his head leaves the tight bubble you’ve all created, “I just found him,”

Neytiri lifts her head too and it’s only then that she sees her mother standing with the Olo’eyktan. Mo’at steps forward when another wounded sound leaves Neytiri and you watch as the older woman crumbles in her mother’s arms when she embraces her daughter. At that moment your heart bleeds for Neytiri and what she’s been through. You can only imagine the pain and sorrow she must have experienced while believing her son dead, only to be able to embrace his beating heart once more. To be able to be comforted by her mother and for the Tsahìk to embrace her the way she now does…

“Y/n had already saved Neteyam by the time they reached the Omatikaya clan, all I could do was help him heal faster” Mo’at hums to her daughter and Neytiri’s head whips around to stare at you again. Holding her mother’s hand, she reaches for yours with the other, pressing your hand to her chest.

“Thank you, sister,” Neytiri’s words are spoken with such vulnerability, with such gratitude that it takes you by surprise.

“It was the least I could do after your family protected my son,” You squeeze her shoulder where she still holds your hand to her chest, smiling warmly up at her.

Neytiri is unable to meet your eyes, her eyes instead focused on the blond mop of hair that is your son in your arms, but you don’t think much of it. It’s been a stressful time for both of you and in all honesty, you’re beyond exhausted. When Neytiri lets go of your hand, you turn back to the Metkayina Olo’eyktan, greeting him properly this time whilst still holding onto Spider, refusing to let your son go.

“I come seeking your help. My companion is hurt and he…-” You start slowly only for the Olo’eyktan to hold up his hand for you to stop.

“Your Tsahìk has already explained your situation,” He starts, only for Jake Sully to step up to him.

“She is Omatikaya, Tonowari. I will take full responsibility if you can offer her companion help,” He declares and for a split second, your heart soars with pride and gratitude for your old Olo’eyktan.

“Toruk Makto,” You say politely, your ears bent close to your skull as you wrap your tail around your thigh, the pose as submissive as you can manage with Spider still in your arms, “You will not approve of who he is,”

And with that, you put Spider down in the sand as you walk over to Hawnu. The demon’s head is resting on the other side of Hawnu’s back, blissfully hidden, and with the new tweng and cloak, he doesn’t immediately stand out unless anyone cared to look at his feet or hands. Taking hold of the demon’s short hair, you take a deep breath before lifting his head up for your Toruk Makto to see.

Immediately, there’s an outcry from the Olo’eyktan and Neytiri, and then from behind, the Metkayina Tsahìk hisses furiously as she comes up to stand beside her mate. Your eyes, however, are only trained on Neytiri as she pulls her blade and comes running towards you - or rather, towards the demon. Flipping Spider onto your back, you step between Neytiri and the demon, hissing ferociously at her as you pull your own blade out to protect your own small family.

“Step aside, sister,” Neytiri sneers, her anger, and fury petrifying as it’s directed at you.

“No,” You try to sound brave, but your voice comes out unsteady and small as it leaves your lips, your fear so obvious to everyone around you.

“He drowned,” Jake Sully says, his face crumbling in a frown as he pulls Neytiri back by her shoulder. “I drowned him,”

“I couldn’t just leave him, Sir,” Spider speaks up from your back and just like that, your fear disappears, replaced by a resolve so strong even the Great Mother couldn’t take it away from you.

“You couldn’t just… -” Jake Sully starts but stops abruptly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Lo’ak and I were looking for you when the ship went down and I found him on the bottom of the sea just lying there,” Spider continues, his voice desperate, “He’s my father, Sir,”

Closing your eyes, you let your mind go through every possibility before you make up your mind. Hawnu was close by, the demon already on his back if you needed a quick escape. Opening your eyes again, you stare directly into Jake Sully’s eyes as you sheath your blade.

“You were once a demon from the skies, now; you are Toruk Makto, the leader of our people, a child of Eywa,” You present so forcefully that his ears slick back against his skull while his tail whips behind him. The challenge is clear as day in Jake Sully’s eyes, but he still looked conflicted.

“It’s not up to me to decide anymore, Y/n,” He mumbles as he steps aside.

“Ma Jake, what are you saying?” Neytiri turns to him, her rage almost brimming over as she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clans, I come to you seeking help. Will you help me?” You direct your question to the leader, not knowing if you want him to agree or not. You watch as the Olo’eyktan looks down at his own furious mate, at Neytiri’s anger, and then at Jake, his face just as conflicted as your heart.

“I will not leave his side,” Jake Sully offers, making Neytiri cry out in outer outrage at her mate’s words.

“Then we will offer help,” The Olo’eyktan says reluctantly before turning to send some of his men ahead.

Gently, you let Spider down from your back, watching as he steps up to greet Hawnu before moving over to Cupcake, the female ikran greeting him excitedly with small welcoming chirps as she nudges her head against his body. Stepping closer to Hawnu, you take a deep breath as you prepare to haul the demon’s huge mass over your shoulders again, only for Jake Sully to move closer with outstretched arms, intending to help you.

But when you whip around and hiss at him, he steps back, holding his hands up, much in the same manner that the demon does. You’re still not sure what the motion means, but you figure it has something to do with meaning no harm. Although you would have liked to get help with carrying the demon, you don’t trust your old Olo’eyktan not to attempt to kill him again. Not after what he had just admitted to doing.

“She is strong, Jakesully,” Mo’at steps forward, resting her hand on his shoulder, “She will need no help with the demon,”

You don’t understand what the Tsahìk means by that but as the demon’s heavy weight slides over Hawnu’s back to fully rest on you, you couldn’t care less as you try to keep upright. You follow the Olo’eyktan to a marui pod on the outskirts of the village, the sea surrounding all but one side of it. Only one way in, only one way out, you think as you walk on tired legs. Spier holds your tail as he follows closely behind you, not yet ready to let go of you. Behind him, Jake Sully and Neteyam follow you, much to Neytiri’s great displeasure. You have a growing suspicion that this isn’t the Tsahìk’s marui pod at all.

It’s a suspicion that is confirmed when you enter the marui pod. To your surprise, the people the Olo’eyktan sent away are waiting for you inside, their shoulders squared as they stare at the demon on your shoulders. In the middle of the pod, a woven mat and supplies for the Tsahìk are set up, yet, the Tsahìk herself, is missing.

On wobbly legs, you crumble to your knees as you try your best not to drop the demon. Spider is still holding your tail, his grip harder as he refuses to let go when you bend down, trying your best to gently slide the demon off of you. It doesn’t work. It never has. With a hard thud, the demon’s bottom hits the mat before the rest of his body follows, much like an overripe banana fruit falling to the ground. Deep within you, you feel sympathy when his head hits the woven mat hard, his kuru trapped between the two.

Stepping back, you pull Spider’s head to your middle, your son still refusing to let go of your tail. His grip on you tightens when the Metkayina Tsahìk enters the pod, Mo’at closely following behind the two. The Tsahìk sneers at the demon until the Olo’eyktan, her mate, squeezes her shoulder while leveling her with a look that seems to pull her anger back from the surface.

“The demon does not deserve the Great Mother’s healing,” The Tsahìk hisses while scowling up at her mate.

“Ronal…” The Olo’eyktan hums, but his voice only seems to anger her more.

“He took our daughter,” The Tsahìk, Ronal, growls, and the news goes straight through your chest, pushing a wounded whine through your lips as you hold back fresh tears.

The demon’s betrayal seemed never-ending the more you learn about the events of that day. It colors him in a light you’ve only heard whispered before, colors him in stories from a war long since passed. This… this being before you is not the man you had come to know, yet, it undeniably still was.

“The demon has been touched by the Great Mother, Tsahìk,” Mo’at hums gently, using Ronal’s title politely, one Tsahìk to another.

“The Great Mother would not touch the likes of him,” Ronal hisses back, her finger pointing shakily at the demon.

“The Great Mother touched me,” Jake Sully offers softly, making all heads snap toward him. “And as Y/n said, I was once a demon from the skies, just like him,”

“The Toruk Makto is right,” Mo’at continued, “Eywa has spoken. As Tsahìk, it is not up to us to challenge her will,”

Ronal hisses furiously as she clutches her head, the battle so obvious to everyone in the room. Mo’at eventually takes pity on the younger Tsahìk when she steps forward, a gentle hand resting on Ronal’s forearm.

“With your permission,” She looks at Ronal and her mate before continuing, “I can offer him healing,”

Immediately, Ronal’s expression softens, gratitude washing through her body. Grabbing Mo’at’s wrist, she breathes a deep sigh before accepting her mate’s open arms, letting herself be hugged by the Olo’eyktan.

“Thank you,” The Olo’eyktan offers, his smile genuine and soft. “I will make sure that you have everything you need,”

“I will join you to Ronal’s marui to collect what I need before returning,” Mo’at hums, inclining her head minutely in appreciation.

Watching Mo’at disappear with the Tsahìk and Olo’eyktan, you let your breath out before sitting down, crossing your legs before you as you make room for Spider to sit. Jake Sully bends down to sit beside you, Neteyam tightly nestled between his own thighs as he holds his son tightly to his chest.

“How is he?” Jake Sully eventually asks as the silence stretches on.

“The demon will live,” You start, your voice unsteady, “Maybe,”

“What happened when you left?” Your old Olo’eyktan continues, his voice gentle as he stares at you.

Turning your head to actually look at him, noticing how he’s looking at you with genuine worry. His ears have rotated toward you, open and rounded, while his tail slaps lazily behind him, the soft thumping soothing as it hits the woven ground of the marui pod. It reminds you of the shame he had displayed when he had come to you with the news of Spider being taken, and just like that, your disappointment in him returns.

“Why do you care?” You huff back at him as you narrow your eyes, your hand cupping the back of Spider’s head, pressing him closer to your chest.

“Ouch… I guess I deserved that one,” Jake Sully winces, his ears pinning down flat against his skull.

The silence stretches between you while you hold your sons against your bodies, reveling in the way their hearts beat against your chests, in the way their lungs push air through them before gently letting them out. Spider and Neteyam are fast asleep where they’re held against your bigger bodies, your son’s exhausted with being strong and just like that, while looking down at them, the two of you seem to come to the same realization.

Although they were both young adults, they were still children, burdened with fighting the horrors of a war they should have never been involved in, to begin with. Although they were old enough to find mates, to go off on their own and be their own master, they were still too young to have experienced everything that they had. Holding Spider closer, you bend your head back as you feel guilt and sorrow wash through you. They had both been through a lot, had been brave and fearsome for their younger siblings and friends, for their parents. You recognized that it would take time for them to heal, time for them to work through their trauma, and to learn how to be children again before they would be able to confidently stand on their own two legs as adults.

“I went to Hell’s Gate, only to find it deserted, so I found the gates of Bridgehead City and demanded to see Colonel Miles Quaritch,” You eventually offer, a peace offering to a man who’s treated your people well.

“You did what?” Jake Sully’s head snaps to the side to stare at you so fast, you can almost hear the pain in his neck.

“They brought me to one of their bright, cold rooms with the see-through metal doors. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually, they brought Spider to me, unharmed. A deal was made to teach the recom unit the Na’vi way, to teach them to accept Eywa in their hearts and souls,” You continue quietly, noting how Jake Sully hangs on every word you say.

“And they did,” You followed, turning your head to look back at the Toruk Makto, “They learned to accept Eywa in their hearts and in their souls.”

The silence stretches once more as you let the words sink in. Jake Sully remains silent, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought as his mind mulls over what you have just said. To your surprise, he lets you collect yourself, lets you continue with your story without uttering a single word.

“They learned to be Na’vi, each one getting to find themselves as if invisible bonds that had held them back fell away. Slowly, they started to appreciate what the Great Mother has created, each one finding their way, discovering what they were good at, and starting to contribute to the unit,” You continue, your voice growing fond as a ghost of a smile crosses your lips. It’s clear to everyone in the marui that you cared deeply for them.

“I don’t know what happened,” You eventually whisper, your heart breaking once more as you avert your eyes, closing them as you bend your head, resting your lips against Spider’s head, breathing him in to calm yourself.

“I’m sorry I allowed them to take Spider in the first place,” Jake Sully offers, his voice so soft you almost think you imagined it, “You have a strong heart Y/n, a strong spirit. It’s no wonder Hawnu chose you all those years ago.”

Mo’at walks in with supplies in her arms then, the Olo’eyktan follows closely behind her with even more stuff in his arms. Your Tsahìk directs the younger Olo’eyktan to - gently - put the supplies down when his first attempt earns him a disapproving tut from her. Mo’at looks over at your sleeping sons before guiding the Olo’eyktan to sit beside Jake Sully before she starts arranging the supplies the way she wants them. To your surprise, the big man does as he’s told with a respectful nod of his head.

“She always this firm?” The Olo’eyktan whispers once he’s crossed his feet beside Jake Sully.

“You should have seen her when I mated Neytiri,” Jake Sully whispers back, a fond grin on his face.

“I can hear you…” Mo’at hums unamused as she raises her eye at the two.

The boyish grins on the two men’s faces have you shaking your head. Seeing this freer side of the Toruk Makto makes something inside of you shift. You realize that he was cast into the role of Olo’eyktan after Tsu’tey’s death in the battle for the Vitraya Ramunong, a role he was never meant to have, yet, one he did his best to fulfill. Being from the stars, from this planet Earth, Jake Sully had done well by your people as a leader, had given everything to protect and defend them.

Watching as Mo’at mixed herbs, pastes, and salves, preparing leaves and cleaning bowls, you let your mind go pleasantly blank for the first time in what felt like forever. The sea beyond the marui pod washes up against the roots, creating a comforting sound, yet, you keep your eyes closed as you hold your sleeping son close. Mo’at distantly hums about bruised bones and ribs, huffing to herself about how such a big man could be this fragile. After a while, the Olo’eyktan gets up to his feet to resume his duties as leader, promising to bring food after the community meal is finished.

By the time you open your eyes again, Mo’at has finished up, the demon draped in a blanket with his wounds and bruised bones dressed. Jake Sully is staring at him, his face conflicted as his mind races silently while he holds onto a still-sleeping Neteyam, the young man so obviously beyond exhausted. Looking down at Spider, the most beautiful brown eyes you have ever seen in your life stares back at you through the mask.

“I see you,” You whisper gently as you cup your son’s face, smiling down at him.

“I see you, mom,” Spider replies, a soft smile of his own as he’s looking up at you.

“Are you well?” The question makes him frown for a moment before he nods his head.

“I’m tired,” He responds before frowning, “Will he be alright?”

“Your father will be just fine,” You smile reassuringly back at him, noting how his face opens with delight when you acknowledge the demon as his father.

“I don’t know what happened, mom,” Spider whispers, his small, strong hands fiddling with your braid, “One moment he was fine and then he just… snapped?”

“It’s alright, Spider. His actions are not your fault,” You comfort him, trying your best to make him understand that he had no part in his father’s doings.

“When he took me, he went after more villages and when no one said anything, he sent the sky people out to hunt the tulkuns, mom,” Spider’s voice is so small it makes your heart break for him.

“Did he kill any of them?” You dread the answer, but you need to know.

“No,” Jake Sully replies instead, “They wounded Ronal’s spirit sister, forcing her and her young calf to the surface, leaving them for me to find. The mother and calf are healing well,”

Closing your eyes, you’re unable to keep back the wounded sound that leaves you. It feels as if your strength is leaving your body as your heart mourns for the man you had come to know. Anger and betrayal filled its place, poisoning what was left of the hope you still held onto.

“He killed the Olo’eyktan’s ilu before burning the Ta'unui village down, but he stopped the sky people from doing what they usually do with the tulkun,” Spider offers and although it should have been a small relief to know that he had ordered the sky people to stop the hunt, it wasn’t.

“He got my attention, which was what he wanted,” Jake Sully huffs humorlessly, “He went after another tulkun later on, and while our kids tried to save it, he managed to take three of them,”

“Lo’ak, Tuk and Tsireya, Ronal and Tonowari’s daughter,” Sider mumbles shamefully, his voice so small.

“It wasn’t your fault, bro,” Neteyam adds sleepily, his voice rough from just having awoken.

“I could have done something, I should have done more…” Spider counters and it makes Neteyam huff humorlessly, much like his father.

“Like what, gotten yourself killed?” The deadpan expression Neteyam sends him makes your son growl. Had he been born with ears and a tail, they would be slicked back and thrashing.

“When Payakan, Lo’ak’s tulkun, crashed the ship, me and Lo’ak went looking for Spider. That guy, Prager, and the bald one came after us with their guns, but the bald one didn’t really shoot at us, his aim was horrible,” Neteyam chuckles, as he grins.

“Wainfleet is a decorated marksman, Neteyam,” Jake Sully offers, but you don’t understand what it means. “If he had wanted you dead, you would have been dead with the first bullet he fired,”

The truth of the words brings a silence over the marui pod as the reality of what could have happened sinks in. Closing your eyes, you hold Spider’s head close to you in an attempt at comforting yourself while you let yourself hope that Lyle had missed with the intent of not hurting the children. At best, it was a hope to comfort yourself as the man was no more.

“What you did was stupid,” Jake Sully grounds out, his voice angry before he sighs and presses Neteyam’s head to his chest again, “But I have never been more proud to call myself your father,”

“That goes for you too, Lo’ak,” The Toruk Makto raises his voice before turning his head to look toward the seaside opening of the marui pod. “Come on out, son,”

Lo’ak’s head pokes out from the brim of the pod, his ears flat against his head as he slowly, but surely steps out from where he had been hiding. The boy’s tail is wrapped tightly against his thigh as he’s unable to lift his head or meet his father’s eyes.

“Are you not angry, Sir?” Lo’ak all but whispers, his ears rotating toward his father before snapping back again.

“Oh, I’m furious,” Jake Sully chuckles as a grin spreads across his face, “And the two of you will be grounded for life, but I have never been more proud in my life,”

Reaching out a hand for his youngest son, Jake Sully waits for his words to sink in and when they do, Lo’ak’s head snaps up with confusion as he stares at his father. Reluctantly, he steps forward, one foot at a time until he’s within his father’s reach. He’s helpless against the hand that grabs his waist and before he knows it, he’s pulled down into his father’s lap.

Smiling at the display before you, you watch as Jake Sully breathes in the scent of his boys as he holds them close, but most of all, you smile at the way Lo’ak curls up against his older brother, his smaller hands holding onto him for dear life. You can’t imagine how he must have felt when he thought he had lost his brother, but by the way silent tears fall from his clenched shut eyes, the loss had been painful in a way he has been unable to express. Neteyam wraps him up as well as he’s able to, holding onto his brother as they rest against their father’s chest. You lose time of how long you sit there, but when Mo’at returns to the marui pod, Neytiri follows behind.

“Ma Jake, you must come home,” She demands, her eyes not leaving the demon on the ground.

“Neytiri, I can’t do that. I promised I wouldn’t leave Quaritch’s side,” Jake Sully sighs, his ears flat against his skull as his arms tighten minutely around his sons.

“The demon should die for what he has done,” Neytiri hisses, uncrossing her arms as she points at him.

It brings an instantly furious growl from your lips as you jump to your feet to stand between them, blocking Neytiri’s path. The Toruk Makto doesn’t get up from the floor, but his deep sigh is enough to bring Neytiri’s focus back on him.

“Neytiri, Eywa has spoken and I have given my word to Tonowari, I will not break it,” He speaks with a patience you do not feel, “My word is all I have left, Neytiri,”

Jake Sully’s vulnerability seems to touch something deep within her as Neytiri growls and whines before clutching her head in frustration, her ears pinning back helplessly. Had you been able to move from your current place, you would have offered the older woman comfort, but as you are, you stand frozen before the demon with your son on your hips, tucked away from Neytiri. In the end, Neytiri lowers her arms as she helplessly looks at you, her eyes wide and filled with fear, and just like that, you can’t blame her.

“Thank you, sister,” Your voice is soft as you speak, your hand reaching out to hold her when she tightly grasps it.

Neytiri is unable to say anything, but her hand clutches yours before the other one comes up to cover your clasped hands. Her eyes have softened when she looks down at you. She looks lost and you understand that feeling. From one mother to another, you share in her desperation to keep your kid safe, to ensure that they have the best paths laid before them. Although he Great Mother had spoken, you did still not know if saving the demon would be the right one for Spider, for the whole of Pandora, but when you close your eyes at night, it is his touch that you feel behind you and just before you open them again, it is his sharp eyes that you see, leaning in to share his love with you.

Releasing your hand, Neytiri walks over to sit beside her mate and sons, her arms wrapping around both Neteyam and Lo’ak as she breathes him in, reveling in his smell. Jake Sully smiles gently before looking behind you where Mo’at works unbothered by her daughter's temper tantrum, seemingly used to it. She has pulled the blanket down from the demon’s chest, revealing the smattering of leaves protecting the pastes and salves beneath. You watch as his chest rises and falls in deep rest, the man far away from his present predicament.

“What happened next,” Jake Sully hums into the silence, his eyes sharp as he stares at nothing in particular, but his voice leaves little doubt about where he’s going with this.

“Spider and I went to look for you, diving around the ship in hopes to find you. We split up and then… Well, I found you,” Lo’ak started, refusing to lift his head from Neteyam’s shoulder.

“And then I found him,” Spider continues, his eyes filling with tears as he clutches harder onto your braid, “At first I left him. He’s caused so much pain, so much suffering and I just… Everyone would be so much better without him, but mom, he’s my father,”

Spider’s tears are falling, fat and clear, as he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid to see your reaction. Shuffling him over to your front, you wrap both arms around him as he sobs. Behind your back, his small hands find your braid again as he clutches onto it tightly, his small legs locking at the small of your back. Shushing him, you cup the back of his head while comforting him, feeling your heart clench painfully at the fact that there is nothing you can do to help him except to just be there for him. Eventually, he lifts his head from your shoulder as he looks up at you, tears hanging from his big brown eyes and you can find no fault in his reasoning.

“I know, I know,” You smile down at him, bending to rest your forehead on his through the mask on his face, “It’s alright,”

When you lift your head from his, even Jake Sully seems like he reluctantly agrees with your son’s compassion. Neytiri’s still scowling, but her features don’t look as hard as they previously had, the older woman obviously struggling to find fault in your son’s reasoning, despite the fact that his father is such a man.

“I got him out of the wreck and up to the surface, pulling him with me to the nearest rock, but by then he was already waking up. He asked me to come with him, mom, but I couldn’t go with him,” Spider continues, his voice growing sadder with each word, “He looked so sad when I left him, mom,”

The confession breaks you, the sudden intake of air into your lungs threatening to choke you. He had asked Spider to come with him, had even looked sad when Spider refused, leaving him behind for Cupcake to deal with. Could there still be something within him that longed for the life he had turned his back on? Turning your head, you stare at the demon, noting how carefree he looks in his sleep. It’s not the peaceful rest he had worn before, but like this, he looks as if there’s still hope for change in him.

“I’ll find a way, Spider,” You whisper into his hair, closing your eyes as you breathe him in to calm yourself, “I swear, I will find a way,”

The promise seemed to calm your son’s nerves as the death grip he had on your kuru eased. You have a need to bounce him in your arms like you did when he was a baby, but you bite your cheek to refrain from doing so, reminding yourself that he was on the cusp of adulthood. Still, the need resided deep within you. Holding him close like this would have to be enough, however. Turning around, you’re surprised to see the Olo’eyktan in the opening, his big frame resting against the marui pod while he waits.

“Olo’eyktan,” You mutter, clumsily greeting him.

“There is no need for this,” His voice rumbles as he steps inside, only to come to a stop before you. “It takes a strong heart and a mighty spirit to stand up to your father like that, little warrior,”

You watch as Jake Sully gets to his feet, his arms still clutching onto both of his sons as he grunts, refusing to put them down, much the same way you are. Behind the strength he projects, you realize that he’s just as afraid of waking up to find that this had just been a dream. Neteyam and Lo’ak look huge in his arms, dwarfing their father where they’re clutching onto him with their long legs. Still, Jake Sully greets the Olo’eyktan with a nod, as if any of this was normal.

“Tonowari,” Jake Sully offers, his sons quickly mumbling a formal greeting as their father spreads his legs to even out their weight.

“You look tired, my friend. Why don’t you take your family home to rest?” The Olo’eyktan, Tonwari, hums, a gentle smile on his face.

“Can’t do that, I promised I wouldn’t leave Quaritch’s side,” Jake Sully grunts back, the weight of his sons obviously heavy in his tired arms.

“The Tsahìk has informed me that the demon will not wake from his sleep any time soon, and although I admire the loyalty to your promise, I would feel better if you took your family home,” Tonowari continues, his big hands cupping both Neteyam and Lo’ak’s heads as his thumb gently caresses them while he waits for the Toruk Makto to decide, “I will have warriors watching the pod,”

That seems to do it. Jake Sully sighs heavily as he bends his head for a short moment before looking up at Tonowari, his eyes brimming with emotions as his smile stretches unevenly.

“Thank you, my friend,” He breathes with relief as Neytiri comes up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder to show her support.

“Tsireya and Ronal have left food in your kelku. Do me a favor and don’t let me see you tomorrow,” Tonowari grins as Jake Sully chuckles with tears in his eyes, the Toruk Mako struggling to keep his emotions at bay.

“Thank you,” Neytiri hums as Jake Sully turns to leave.

“Y/n…” He calls to you, but nothing follows.

No words are needed for what your old Olo’eyktan is trying to say. It’s written so clearly in the way his eyes glow while he looks at you, in the way his arms no doubt burn under the weight of his sons. It’s in his voice, in his breath, and in his presence. And even though she won’t say it, even though she doesn’t agree with saving the demon, it's in Neytiri’s smile, as she looks at you, from the entrance.

“I will place warriors to stand guard on the outside, but your Tsahìk tells me that your companion will not wake any time soon,” Tonowari relays the message to you too, even though you had just heard it.

“There is a sleeping draft in the food I have given him,” Mo’at hums as she finishes redressing the demon’s wounds.

The older woman has been suspiciously quiet since arriving in the village, her eyes observing where her mouth does not. You figure that she knows more than she’s letting on, more than she’s ready to relay - or, perhaps, more than you are ready to know. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head in understanding.

“Tomorrow, I will teach you how to dress his wounds,” It’s spoken with such finality that you take a moment to understand what she’s saying.

You hadn’t expected Mo’at to handle the demon for you, but a small part of you had hoped that you could steer clear of the task. Especially after the whole cave incident. Still, you understood that he was your responsibility and that his healing ultimately would be up to you. Getting a better hold on Spider, you turn back to the big leader in front of you.

“There is food in that basket,” He hums, presenting a huge basket by the entrance that you hadn’t noticed before now. “I will come by tomorrow morning to help you settle in, but nesting materials were brought in earlier. This will be your kelku for as long as you stay here, so make yourselves comfortable,”

“Thank you, Olo’eyktan,” You nod your head, grateful that you were taken care of like this.

“Your son has already settled into the village, although new to the sea. He will be safe even without your eyes on him,” Tonowari smiles gently down at you as he reaches a hand out to grab Spider’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I will see you tomorrow,” Mo’at hums as she passes you, effectively leaving you behind.

With your Tsahìk’s exit, Tonowari leaves the marui pod, your new kelku, while the warriors who had been standing guard on the inside followed their Olo’eyktan. The flap to the kelku is closed behind the last warrior and just like that, you were left alone with your son and his father. Breathing a sigh of relief and dread, you look down at your son, finding his beautiful brown eyes already looking up at you. You didn’t know how to settle the unease you felt deep within you, so when Spider unlocked his legs around your waist, started building your nest to keep you occupied.

By the time the nest was finished and your heads hit the soft materials, your worries had numbed your mind enough for you to feel lifeless. Sleep, luckily, greeted you fairly quickly. Your exhaustion from the past few weeks catching up with you. Pulling Spider closer, you fell into a sleep so deep not even the demon could pull you out of it. Tomorrow would bring new sets of worries, new challenges you weren’t ready to tackle yet, but for now, you let your body relax, knowing that your son was safe where he slept in your arms.

Chapter 15 | Masterpost | Chapter 17

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gingerjunhan · 9 months

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how xdinary heroes shows affection

☆彡 Hi everyone! I’m back with an ot6 fic :) I really loved writing this one! Make sure you check out my most recent update

word count: 1,234 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: the link in Gaon’s is safe!!, lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

first things first: PDA

Gunil strikes me as a big PDA guy

always holding your hand

leaning his head on your shoulder

wrapping an arm around your waist

not in a super clingy away, just to reassure himself that you’re still here

if that makes sense

I also feel like Gunil would get really jealous- but that’s a story for another time

around his band mates, Gunil doesn’t let up on the affection

again, he’s not clinging to you

he’s just very comfortable with showing affection because he’s in a room with all the people he loves :)

prolonged hugs

I can picture him wrapping his arms around you from behind as you cook or something?

very very sweet boy

alone however?

he can get a little clingy

he’s practically flopping down on top of you

pulling you close

showering you in kisses and praise 🫶🏻

he’s such a sweetheart and he makes my heart melt and ugh I love him

kim jungsu

Jungsu would like minimal PDA

he would hold your hand for sure

everything else would just be up to what you both are comfortable with!

I can imagine Jungsu wanting to have a long, in depth conversation with you about boundaries when it comes to PDA and what you’re both comfortable with

this would carry over to his time around the other members

he’s hugging you

maybe cuddling you during group movie night?

I should write a family movie night story oooo

kissing your cheek

he’s the cutest of all cuties 🥹

alone I would imagine things being about the same?

I know I know I’ve seen how this man acts with Jiseok 💀

I just think Jungsu would need one really tight hug or really good cuddle secession once in a while and then he’d be set

I can 100% imagine Jungsu pretending to play the piano on your back while cuddling??

just tapping on your skin and humming softly to himself

but please please please squish his cheeks and kiss him all over ugh he'd be a puddle on the floor!!!!

kwak jiseok

Jiseok wouldn’t be able to handle PDA in my opinion

y’all know that one episode of Rock The World where the fortune teller (?) mentions girls and Gaon blushes so hard he can’t function?

that’s him with PDA

holding your hand?

he’s giggling so hard

you kiss his cheek?

oh my god he’s dying he loves you so much

with the guys however

he’s way more comfortable

the Heroes definitely tease him!

he’ll hold your hand on the couch

dance with you in the kitchen if a song he likes comes on

runs his hands through your hair

nothing too extreme but it’s no secret that y’all are a couple!!

behind closed doors?

it’s every man (you) for themselves

much like Gunil, Jiseok is basically on top of you

you cannot escape his affections

he is the little spoon and nobody can convince me otherwise!!

kisses all over

squeezes you so tight

showers you in so much love and praise

I feel like he would also steal your clothes? You 100% do not have seperate wardrobes anymore

what’s yours is now also his

overall, less people = more time to annoy you with this love 🩷

oh seungmin

PDA king tbh

he’s holding your hand

has and arm around your waist

constantly taking photos with you or of you

another person looks at you in a way he doesn’t like?

he’s landing a kiss to your lips and then giving them a death glare

he just needs everybody to know that you’re his and that isn’t changing any time soon!

around the guys however, this changes

he definitely dials it down a bit

Ode isn’t worried about being affectionate in front of the Heroes, but he can lay off a little bit because they all know how much he loves you

you’ll cuddle on the couch in front of the others

maybe exchange a quick kiss in passing

enough to satisfy the both of you, but you also won’t make anyone in the room with you uncomfortable with your domestic PDA

behind closed doors, things can get a little…

intimate?

hear me out hear me out

I think Seungmin would be the type to like skin to skin contact

(is this the recent gym photo talking? maybe)

I think he would just like to cuddle you while he’s shirtless because he wants to be as close to you as possible and you make him feel so safe :((

he would be so gentle and kind and soft spoken and UGH he bias wrecks me every day

han hyeongjun

speaking of my biases, it’s Jun Han time 🫶🏻

I don’t think Jun Han likes PDA

such a sweet and shy boy :(

in public it’s hand holding and holding doors open for you

maybe a kiss to your knuckles when nobody's looking

(he would be blushing like crazy omg he’s so cute)

when you get back to the dorm, he’s a little more affectionate

he would still be a little shy in front of the others, but definitely not as shy!

long hugs

wrapping his arms around you on the couch while watching a show or movie

kisses to the cheek or temple

but when it’s just the two of you?

omg

if you catch him in the right mood, I think Hyeongjun can be very affectionate!

cuddling you

placing kisses all over your face :(

depending on the day he can switch between wanting to hold you and wanting you to hold him

very gentle touches and soft moments with him

I believe that Hyeongjun would struggle with verbally telling you he loves you, so he tries to do it in moments like this

he just wants to make you feel comfortable and loved

lee jooyeon

if Ode is the PDA king

then Jooyeon is the PDA prince

there’s just something about the way that Gunil has to physically hold Jooyeon down during interviews that I find endearing?

but that’s also what makes me think he would love PDA!

imagine him holding your hand out in public and just dragging you wherever his heart desires

if you’re holding hands he definitely plays with your fingers

if you’re both in the car or taking public transport he lays his head on your shoulder

I can picture him playing with your hair

twirling it around his fingers, braiding it

he just loves when you do it to him so he needs to do it back!

at the dorm? you can’t get him off of you

he isn’t too bad in front of the others

yes you would cuddle on the couch in front of the others

he would attack you with kisses

surprise you with hugs

but when you’re completely alone?

you’re basically attached at the hip

if you’re sleeping in the same bed he has you pulled right up against him

if he’s practicing the bass he wants you to sit in his lap

if you’re cuddling?

you play with each others hair

he kisses any surface he can reach

he would also like skin to skin contact but not in the way Ode does

he would have a hand on the small of your back under your shirt while he holds you close

he uses it to ground himself, knowing you’re still there as you both inevitably fall asleep

Jooyeon would want to be close to you every moment he can be

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #xdh fluff #xdh imagines #xdh scenarios #ot6

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hwashotcheeto · 4 months

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𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: After you fall ill, your loving boyfriend promises to take care of you

WC: 1.4k

Content: Fluffy sick fic! So fluffy! Cuddles, lil bit of crying, lots of comfort, Hwa being an overbearing partner

AN: I wrote this because a) I got COVID 😭 and b) because I love comfort/sick fics. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, because oh, I got emotional writing it.

Moodboard credit again goes to my lovely @malldreamprincess . Thank you again sweetie 💜

Of all things you expected to wake up to, being sick definitely wasn't one of them.

You stood in the kitchen, a hot drink in one hand to soothe your sore throat, and in your other hand, a COVID test. You stared at the little window, waiting to see if the other line would appear to tell you if you had caught the plague or not.

And unfortunately, that second line appeared.

As the revelation came over you, it seemed as if your body realized it had the cursed sickness the same minute you did, and all the symptoms came crashing into you at once.

A frustrated groan leaves your lips as the body aches begin, like a vice gripping onto different parts of your body. You slam the test on the counter and go to sit down at the table. You take a sip of your drink, and right after, you're choking up phlegm and spitting it into the trash.

Then the headache hit, and you were done with the day before it even began.

You put your cup down and held your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Your first day off from work in a week, and you somehow got sick. The irony of it all was the cruelest joke you could think of.

Your boyfriend came into the kitchen, his eyes still half closed from sleep. You didn't get the chance to say anything before he saw the test.

“This is what your sore throat was?” Seonghwa asked, his morning voice low and scratchy. You nodded and looked down at the table as you rubbed the tears out of your eyes.

He caught the small movement and went over to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. Instinctively, you moved away from him, not wanting to get him sick.

But when you looked at Seonghwa, he looked genuinely hurt. His eyes were heavy and his shoulders were down.

“I don't want to get you sick,” you tried to explain, but Seonghwa was already walking up to you and pulling you against his chest, his arms around your waist.

“If you were already showing symptoms yesterday, then you had it yesterday, and I've probably already got it.”

He was right, but for some reason, the idea makes you tear up again and you lean into his neck, hugging him back. The cries and whimpers come a few seconds later.

Seonghwa didn't say anything. He just held you tight, slowly rocking back and forth.

And it felt good. You felt awful, sure, but it felt good to cry. To be held by your loving boyfriend, and to cry out your frustration.

You and Seonghwa had made plans today. You were going to finally hang out for the first time in a while, doing cute couple things instead of coexisting. You were going to make breakfast together, then play video games, maybe watch some movies too. You two were even going to go out to dinner and spend some time out, just wandering the streets.

And now you were sick and couldn't do all those things. The cries come out harder and you hug Seonghwa tighter.

“I got you, jagiya,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead after. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of you.”

“But you'll get sick,” you tried to protest.

“I don't care.” He put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head up, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I'll spend all day with you. And tomorrow, and the next day, for however long you're sick.

“Seonghwa, I can handle-”

“Jagi, don't push me away.” His eyes changed then, back to that sadness when you moved away from him. “Please. I want to take care of you.” His hand moved to the back of your neck, cradling your head and neck in his palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, just before he pulled you in for a soft kiss, solidifying his promise and sealing his fate.

At that moment, you considered yourself the luckiest person on the planet. To have someone who loved you so much, they'd throw caution to the wind just to stay with you while you were sick. Not because they had to care for you, because they wanted to.

Seonghwa helped you dry your tears before he gave you another forehead kiss. “What do you want for breakfast? Say it, I’ll make it for you.”

“I'm not very hungry,” you started, but Seonghwa cut you off.

“You're going to eat breakfast. You need it, especially now that you're sick. Now what can I make you?”

You can't help but smile. Your loving boyfriend has always been overbearing, like a mother, and you've always loved it. He took care of you better than anyone else, he was always there to get you food or water, help with chores, ask you how you were feeling.

Sometimes, it's annoying, but it comes from a place of love. He wants you to be happy and healthy, because he truly loves you more than anything else.

Even more than Star Wars and Lego. That's a lot of love.

You stayed next to Seonghwa as he made you your requested breakfast. You boiled a pot of water to make yourself tea for your throat, upon Seonghwa's insistence.

“I can just drink water.”

“The tea will help, jagi, I promise.”

Seonghwa made two plates of food, and you both went to eat on the couch. You were wrapped up in a blanket and pressed up against Seonghwa’s side. He had his arm around you, eating his food with one hand as he cuddled you. He still managed to finish before you, somehow.

After breakfast, despite your protests, Seonghwa brought your dishes back to the kitchen. You were used to your boyfriend’s cleanliness, and honestly, you appreciated it. But today, you wanted his cuddles more than you wanted his perfectionism.

When he came back, you made sure to hold him in place with your body weight. He noticed it and couldn't help but laugh.

“I'm here, jagi, it's okay.”

“You left me,” you whined, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“For a minute.”

“But you promised.”

“I know, I promised, but I'm here now. For the rest of the day, I'll bring you with, okay?”

You nodded this time, feeling the fatigue already creeping back up on you. Thankfully, Seonghwa had prepared for this, and already grabbed the Switch controllers.

But before he began, he offered you some pain killers. “Here, I got these too.”

You hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten them, but you gratefully took them with the tea.

“You'd make an amazing nurse, you know,” you joked as you set the mug back down. You had your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, hugging him tight.

Seonghwa smiled down at you as he draped his arm over you. “What do you mean? Aren't I already your nurse?”

The two of you laughed together, but it was true. He was a nurse. Your personal, adorable, gorgeous, loving nurse.

Seonghwa had started up Animal Crossing, despite him insisting that you two play something together. But you were content to watch him run around with his villagers and do chores. It's a simple game, but a relaxing one.

“What's that one's name again?” You asked, pointing at a blue bunny wearing a letterman jacket off to the side of the screen. She was looking at a snow covered bush, holding a little basket.

“Her?” Seonghwa asked, running up to her. “This is Sasha. Haven't I told you before?”

He probably had, and you just weren't remembering correctly because of your sickness.

“She reminds me of you.”

“Yeah?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah. Because you're a tokki.”

He laughed, and you swear, it felt like the aches disappeared for a few seconds.

The game was starting to put you to sleep. You'd wanted to stay awake a little while longer, but before you knew it, your eyes were falling shut again. Seonghwa didn't notice until he heard the soft snores coming from you.

He looked down from the TV and smiled at you. Even when you were sick, with your face bright red from your oncoming fever, you were still his adorable love.

He put the controller down for a second to pet your head, like you were a sleeping kitten.

“Sleep well, nae sarang. I’m here for you.”

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

#ateez #seonghwa #ateez ff #seonghwa fic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa ff #seonghwa x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fic

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beaker1636 · 5 months

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Unexpected Visitor - Noah Sebastian

Request: Since you're starting to dab into BO could you try to write something with Noah? He's on tour, they miss each other like crazy so when they get a couple days break, he shows up at their place with a bouquet and some pizza. You can end it however you want and whatever genre. You have compete freedom, you can even change what I said to something you're more comfortable with.

AN: So I feel like this is alright, could be a bit better but I have rewritten it multiple times, I think once I have a flow for BO and know more about Noah's personality that it will be better! I intend for the smut request to knock yall out of the water. So here is a fluffy Noah piece for my debut into the bad omens fanfic world on Tumblr. Hope you enjoyed it!

“Noah, what are you doing here?” you exclaim the second you open your front door and see him standing in front of you.

“Well, it was my understanding that my beautiful girlfriend has been missing me and we had an off day so I flew in so we could do a date night tonight, and then I leave tomorrow again for tour again,” he explains softly. “Now, are you going to let me in so that I can set the flowers down and give you a proper hug?”

You giggle before stepping aside so that he could walk into your apartment and set the flowers down that he got you on your coffee table. Once he does, he turns towards you and opens his arms, silently begging you for a hug. You step towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you tightly, you hold him just as tight as the two of you share your first embrace in a month.

“Noah, you didn’t have to spend your off day flying to me just to have to fly back tomorrow. You should have used it to rest so that you aren’t too tired at the next show,” you say, moving so you can look up at him.

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to. I’ve been missing you as much as you have been missing me princess, and this is our only chance to get time together before the tour ends in another month,” he answers, smiling down at you. “I know it isn’t much time but it is all we have, so I wanted to take it. You are worth being exhausted for.”

“Oh Noah, you are so sweet. Thank you. Instead of a date though, can we stay in, focus on eachother?” you ask him. “I want to just cuddle up with you and enjoy what little time we have with one another instead of being around others, risking someone interrupting our time.”

“We can do that, want to order dinner in and have a quiet night then? Whatever you want is what we will do so long as I get to spend it with you,” he says, slowly rocking where you two stand with each other in each other's arms.

“Thank you Noah, and thank you for still making time for me despite being so busy with tour and everything. I really have missed you a lot,” you admit before moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Urging him to lower his head so that you could give him a kiss. When his lips brush yours time seems to stand still, the two of you sighing into the kiss as it is the first one you have shared in almost a month.

When you finally pull away he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, still lingering in the closeness that the two of you have before he slowly separates from you.

“What are you hungry for? Do you care or do you just want to order a pizza?” He asks you, moving to pull you onto the couch next to him.

“Pizza is fine, whatever you want is fine,” you hum, sitting sideways in his lap so that you can rest your head against his shoulder. Him playing with your hair as he pulls out his phone to make the order for the two of you.

“It is ordered, now tell me about how things are going here for you? What have I missed?” He asks you.

One arm is holding you in his lap as he continues to play with your hair as you talk, nothing important but catching him up on things that you haven’t been able to tell him while he has been away. You listen to his stories of meeting fans and what the boys have been doing while they have been away. The two of you are content just getting to talk to one another and be close after being separated for so long.

You let out a soft sigh when the doorbell rings, letting you know your food is here. You are hungry but you are so comfortable and happy where you are that getting off his lap to go get dinner is slightly disappointing. But you want to be the one to answer because you don’t want to risk it being someone who knows him, take even a few seconds away from what little time the two of you have.

You make sure to thank the delivery guy before you close the door, bringing the pizza back into the living room so both of you can eat. Which you do, still talking and laughing with each other as you finish dinner, enjoying your company. At this point he is doing most of the talking but that is perfectly alright for you, just wanting to hear his voice in person and enjoy being around him. You missed this so much and you didn’t even realize how much until you are having it again, and that is when it hits you that he is leaving again in the morning.

You wind up lost in your thoughts of him leaving again, distracted with all the negatives that are running through your head and no longer present in the moment.

“Where did you go y/n, I lost you,” he says playfully, moving to rest his hand on your thigh, pulling your mind back towards him.

“Sorry, it just hit me that it is starting to get late and that you are leaving me again in the morning. I’m sorry that I zoned out, I just, when it hit me I just…yeah,” you say, embarrassed to be admitting that your thoughts have all turned negative.

“I know, I wish I had more time with you too. But at least we have tonight right?” He asks you sadly, squeezing your thigh where his hand rests to try and bring up your mood.

“Yeah, that is more than I thought I would have with you this tour. I just miss you so much Noah. And, and when you are gone I can’t help the thoughts that show up, wondering what you are doing, who you are meeting. Sometimes I see the meet and greet pictures that are posted and see you with such beautiful women that it then makes me just, feel like I am not enough for you. Like maybe you deserve someone who is willing to give up their job to tour with you and be there for you, that you might want someone who fits your look and personality more than I do. I know it is just me being insecure and I trust you but it… it is hard,” you admit softly, looking down at where his hand is, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I have doubts sometimes too you know. That you will decide you want someone who you can come home to every night, that will always be here when you have a bad day and need them. I hate that everything gets put on hold when I leave, making it feel like we aren’t actually in a relationship sometimes. It isn’t always easy for me either y/n.” He responds, a hand reaching for your chin to make you look up and meet his eyes. “But I know that you are here waiting for me, and that is what matters. We both knew this would be hard, the first tour I have had since we have gotten together but it also has given us time to think about if we really want this. And I don’t know about you but being away from you has made me realize that I love you.”

Both of you freeze at his words, he didn’t intend to say this to you like this. And you didn’t expect him to tell you for the first time that he loved you tonight. You honestly didn’t expect him to say it at all, figuring that he would realize while on tour that he didn’t want this. You mind is running so hard, you are lost in your thoughts until he speaks again and inturrupts your train of thought.

“You don’t have to say it back you know, it just came out. I planned for us to have a nice date and then tell you later, but it’s true. I love you and am not afraid to say it,” he says gently, getting slightly nervous that you aren’t responding.

“Sorry Noah, you just caught me off guard. I, I love you too,” you respond, so quietly he barely heard the words leave your mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect you to say that so it caught me off guard.” You respond, meeting his eyes.

Both of you with a shy smile on your face as you realize your feelings for eachother.

He pulls you into another kiss, this time holding all of the emotions that neither of you are trying to hide anymore within it. His lips gentle as they move against your own, both of you lost in the moment until he pulls away, both of you breathing heavily.

Noah suppresses a yawn as you both sit on the couch together, the exhaustion of traveling and touring catching up with him finally.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I don’t need to exhaust you more than you already are before your show tomorrow night,” you say softly, standing up and reaching a hand out for his.

“This isn’t how I intended to wind up in your bed tonight you know,” he teases as you both walk down your hallway towards your room, hand in hand.

“Well, we still have time tomorrow morning for that before you leave. So rest up, we have a busy morning before your flight ahead of us,” you tease him back.

You watch as he loses his shirt before changing out of his jeans before laying down in your bed waiting for you, while you do the same. After you do, you lay down next to him and turn the lamp off. He sighs slightly and moves towards you, resting his head against your chest as you begin to play with his hair. Something that you have learned he loves you to do when you two go to sleep, and you are happy to do it for him until you both drift off for the night. Happy with how the night went but also disappointed that he will be leaving you again soon, but at least you got some time with him, even if it wasn’t as much as you hoped for.

#noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #Noah Sebastian fluff #noah sebastian x reader #bree sucks at fanfiction #I struggled so bad with this one and don’t know why

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lnfours · 1 year

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Frat!tom makes sure you get home safe after a girls night out, and thinks you look adorably dorky when you're drunk

you're right, anon. say it louder!! frat!tom truly is superior. idc what anyone else says. i also got carried away again and i did something a little different idk how to describe this other than straight up fluff.

LOOK AT HIM!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!?!??!?!?!? IM GOING TO COMBUST.

talk frat!tom to me ;)

it was a saturday night, your friends had convinced you to take a girls night out to the sorority beings they knew girls who could get your group in, and now you were 12 shots of fireball deep and you could tell you were going to feel it tomorrow.

when you told tom your plans for the night, he wasn't mad at all. he knew the girls at kappa and knew you were in good hands, but he still vouched to come get you when it was time to call it a night. and he did, you called and said that you missed him and you wanted to cuddle, his queue that you were done for.

he walked into the party, smiling at the girls as they welcomed him inside. he was friends with a few of the girls beings they were girlfriends of his fellow frat brothers. it didn't take long for him to find you with your group, a red solo cup in your hand as you smiled and danced with them.

you made eye contact with him as he got closer, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight,"tommy!"

god, he loved that nickname.

"hey, angel." he chuckled, hugging you back as you rocked the both of you back and forth. the smell of your shampoo and your perfume hit him in the face and it was comforting to him. it made him feel at home.

after saying hello to the group, he made small talk with your friends who weren't as wasted as you were. after a while, he leaned down to your ear.

"wanna go grab some pizza?" he asked, knowing food would convince you to walk out the door.

you scrunched your nose up,"had it last night."

"what about chinese? ice cream?" he asked, saying the first things to come to his mind.

your eyes lit up, looking up at him,"ice cream."

he chuckled,"then come on, gotta get there before it's all gone!"

you held up your pointer finger to him, letting him know to give you one more minute. he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"fine, this is how we'll do it."

he pushed in front of you, bidding an 'excuse me' to your friends as he leaned down and picked you up, putting you over his shoulder. you let out a squeal, dropping your cup on the wooden floor.

"tom! put me down!" you giggled.

he turned around to your friends, sending a small smile to them,"have a good night, ladies."

"goodnight." they both managed to laugh out as tom made his way through the party. everyone smiled and chuckled, knowing that you were the only girl tom showed this much care to. they were happy to finally see him in love with someone.

"thomas! put me down!" you yelled, not very sternly, as tom approached the car and placed you back down on your feet. you sat up straight and fixed your hair, smiling because you couldn't ever be mad at him.

"ice cream?" he asked, opening the passenger side door for you to get inside.

you closed the car door, walking over to him and smiling before wrapping your arms around his neck, his finding home on your waist. he looked down at you as you smirked up at him, nose bumping his.

"no ice cream, just you." you smiled. you didn't give him a chance to reply before you kissed him softly. he kissed you back, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek before slowly pulling away.

"i can do that," he moved away from you to open the door again, moving an arm towards the car to signal for you to get in,"your chariot awaits, princess."

"why thank you, my prince." you laughed, kissing him one last time before getting in the car as he closed the door behind you.

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First time saying “I love you” for the North Yankton boys:

(TW: angst in Trevor’s story)

(fem reader)

[1260 words]

Michael Townley:

He’d brought you out to see an old reshowing of one of his favorite movies at the local drive in theater. He’d brought pillows, blankets, and bought you both huge drinks and enough snacks to last a week.

You’re cuddled up in the front seat, with Michael’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder as the old black and white film flashes across the screen. Michael is more than engrossed, but surprisingly not on the film. He can’t tear his eyes away from how interested you look- your eyes glued to the screen and a little smile on your lips as your fingers fumble absently for the bucket of popcorn.

Nobody has ever liked the same classic movies as him, but from your very first date, when you’d mentioned going to the cinema and watching one of his favorite films, Michael had known you’d be the one.

The movie ends far too soon in his opinion, and as you both fold blankets and toss pillows into the back seat, you haven’t stopped chattering about the movie.

“And then he says ‘I loved you once Tony, but there’s nothing between us. Now that I know you prefer dictation.’ I love that line! Thank you so much for bringing me tonight, Michael” you coo, grinning wide and leaning up against his shoulder.

A soft chuckle slips from Michael’s lips- his heart is fluttering while he still tries to comprehend how perfect you are,

“God, (y/n)… I love you.”

A breathless giggle escapes your lips as you try to process his words. Michael is a true gentleman, he’s kind, a bit withdrawn, but still passionate about the things he loves. And according to him, you were one of those few things,

“I love you too, Mikey.”

A smile grows on Michael’s lips, and when he leans in and pulls you into a deep, romantic kiss, you feel just like a character in a romance movie.

Trevor Philips:

You hated when this happened. It wasn’t his fault, and you know that. But you still wish there was something you could say or do to fix it. His mother had been to visit this morning, and as it always happened when she stopped by, the visit had left him a sobbing mess on the floor.

You’d known she was coming, and made some excuse to leave. You’d always hated that vile woman, but you’d learned very quickly not to speak ill of her to Trevor. He idolized that witch of a mother of his, and the first and only time you’d mentioned hating her, it had resulted in a nearly day long argument between the two of you. So you keep your mouth shut and excuse yourself whenever you catch wind of her sporadic visitations.

But it’s times like these, when you come home to find him in such a pathetic, broken state, that you genuinely feel guilty for leaving him alone with her.

You sit on the floor beside him, silently pulling him into your lap as you stroke your fingers through his tangled mess of a mullet. His face is blotchy red and soiled with tears and snot that both soak the fabric of your jeans as he clings to your thigh.

You stroke his hair, holding him close as you rock him gently and offer soft words to calm his heartbroken tears,

“Sshhh.. It’s ok, Trevor.. I’m right here.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.. It’s alright now, baby. I’ve got you.. I’m not going anywhere.”

He crawls up your body like a clingy cat, practically seating himself in your lap as he wraps you up in a tight, desperate hug,

“I love you.. I love you, (y/n).. Don’t leave me.. Please don’t go..”

The wet, desperate pleas break your heart. But you can’t truly do anything to fix it. You want more than anything to fix the pain of his childhood, to make his mother love him like she should, to take away all the pain in his heart. But you know you never can. So you hold him tight and give him all you have to give- your love,

“I love you too, Trev. I love you so much. And I’m not ever going anywhere. I promise.”

Brad Snider:

He can be so dumb sometimes, and so childish, but in such a cute, endearing way. The snow is coming down in sheets, and it’s accumulated to nearly your mid-calf. But he’d had the genius idea to go outside in it. You’d had your back to him, enjoying the quiet tranquility of the snow softly falling across the small yard in the trailer park he’s residing in when the first snow ball hits you. Soft, icy snow explodes against your back, chilling you further as you let out a yelp of surprise and spin around to gap in shock at his brightly grinning face.

“Brad! What the hell!?”

“Aww, come on, babe. Don’t gimme that look~” Brad taunts, stepping back quickly as he sees you gathering snow and forming it into a projectile.

“Don’t you run from me, Bradley Snider!” you shout, chasing after him as you throw the snowball in his direction- missing pathetically as you do.

“Ooh! Ya gotta be faster than that, princess!” Brad cackles, hurling his own snowball at you and hitting you in the chest as icy snow slips down into your shirt.

“Ugh! You fuckin’ suck!”

The snowball fight goes on forever, and for a while it’s honestly like being a kid again. He makes you feel that way alot- you’re both always laughing, going on silly little adventures, staying up watching movies, and playing silly games like this. Your thoughts are snapped back into the present when another snowball hits the back of your head and his laughter fills your ears. With a growl, you run at him, throwing your body into his- the impact having no effect on him, but he gives you the satisfaction of thinking you’d done something by letting out a groan and pulling you down atop him into the snow.

“You’re terrible!” you giggles, swatting at his chest as he holds you close and tries to stifle his laughter.

His laughter is infectious, and you find yourself unable to look away from his beaming smile and bright, blue eyes. He can be a lot, but you really wouldn’t want to be spending this time with anyone else in the world. He sees the way you look at him, how you smile for him, and he knows better than anyone just how lucky he is to have you..how lucky he is that you chose him.

“Fuck.. You know I love you more than anything, (y/n)?” Brad chuckles softly, reaching up to tuck hair behind your ear.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment his heart nearly stops for fear that you’ll reject him and leave. But his fear his quickly dashed when your look of shock is quickly replaced with a wide grin as you lean down and press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips,

“I love you too, Brad.. Even if you are an asshole.” you giggle, grabbing a fistful of snow and pressing it to his cheek.

He gasps in shock, and before he can get his bearings you’re on your feet and running for the house,

“Oh, you’re fuckin’ in for it now, babe!” he shouts, getting to his feet and sprinting behind you with a wide grin.

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Texting

Warnings: strong language

Summary: Rooster has a lot of making up to do for the emotional turmoil he caused you during the mission. Fortunately, you have some ideas and they all start with torturing him with some racy pictures of you while he’s in public.

You regretted not going with Rooster and the other Top Gun graduates to The Hard Deck to celebrate finishing the mission. But you had a lot of paperwork to fill out, especially since two f-14 had been destroyed. You were sure the higher-ups would be asking a lot of questions later.

Rooster had understood. But he had still leaned in close and asked you to hurry home. He had whispered sweet promises of how he’d make it up to you tonight for the emotional turmoil he had put you through which involved a lot of cuddling and foot rubbing.

You finally finished all the paperwork. The sun was setting by the time you were heading out of the base. You thought about stopping by at The Hard Deck to join in on the celebration, but you were exhausted.

You showered once you arrived home and you were about to pull on some PJs when a devious idea popped into your head. Rooster deserved a little torture for putting you through what he did today. You walked to your closet and grabbed a piece of lingerie Phoenix had coerced you into buying a few weeks ago. You slipped into it quickly and slid your hair out of your ponytail.

Rooster felt his phone buzz as he was saying his last goodbyes to other naval pilots. He noticed it was a text from you. He opened the message and then immediately snapped the phone to his chest, hiding the picture of you, half-naked in lingerie, smiling seductively at him.

Rooster groaned rushing to the restroom so nobody would see his obvious hard-on. God, you were going to be the death of him. He pulled out his phone to appreciate the picture of you more closely. Underneath the racy picture you had sent him, you wrote a short message asking when he would be home.

Rooster bit his cheek, typing away at his phone, “God sweetheart, I’m so hard for you. I’ll be home in 10,” even though the car ride was more of a 20-minute drive. Rooster would lose his mind if it took him 20 minutes to get home to you.

After Rooster was able to get his rock-hard cock under control and leave the bar, he had all but sprinted to his truck. You had continued to send him racy pictures of you pouting in different positions and on different pieces of furniture, but Rooster had waited to open those until he was alone in his car.

“10 minutes? I guess I’ll have to take care of myself then :(”

He cursed, all blood running south as he scrolled through all the pictures of you in your sexy lingerie. “Don’t you even dare.” he texted back.

“I can’t wait for you to get home. But I’ll wait only if you promise to make it up to me . . .” you reply, and you smile to yourself. You could already feel yourself throbbing in anticipation.

Rooster choked seeing the latest picture of you laying on the sofa. You had forgone the lingerie and were now using one of his Hawaiian shirts to cover up.

“Sweetheart, I promise you won’t be walking straight tomorrow if you keep this up.”

10 minutes later, which felt like an eternity later, you heard Rooster jiggling his keys to the house. You giggled when you heard him swear when he dropped his keys and when he finally opened the door, he was practically panting.

He was wearing his naval suit and damn, did he look good. You appreciated the way the suit hugged him perfectly. Except for the pants, they were stretched tight around the obvious bulge of his manhood.

You licked your lips and Rooster’s pupils dilated. He walked slowly toward you on the couch. He worked his suit jacket off and slung it across the recliner.

Rooster’s eyes traced over your body slowly. Heat pulled at your core when you saw his eyes darken.

Rooster reached for your hand, “God baby girl,” he murmured placing an open-mouthed kiss on your palm. He tugged you up and to the bedroom. “I want to take my time on you tonight,” Rooster explained seeing you furrow your brows ready to protest.

You had thought you would be breaking in the new sofa tonight, but you guessed you could do that another time.

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madilovrs · 1 year

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You Deserve The World

Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: you can’t sleep so you call your boyfriend to help you

1.3k words

warnings: a little angst, language, negative self talk

tumblr is still messing up my spacing smh

It was around 1 am when you had given up on trying to fall asleep. You were a bit of an insomniac and you were well aware that it was cheesy to need your boyfriend to fall asleep. But Eddie was the definition of comfort to you. You knew you weren't gonna get to bed without him with you tonight, so reluctantly you flicked your light on and dialed up the number of Eddie's caravan. It rang four times and you started to lose hope that he was awake, until you heard a groggy "Hello?" from the other end.

"Hey, Eddie, it's Y/N. Im sorry to call you so late… but I can't sleep…. Can I come over?" You whispered into the phone, not wanting anyone at home to hear you.

"Of course, you can, princess. I'll come pick you up." He said quickly, hanging up before you could argue with him like he knew you would. You already felt bad enough about waking him up, you didn't want him to drive all the way to yours just to get you. You knew Eddie would have argued about it and insisted he come pick you up, but it didn't stop the guilt.

You walked out of your house and sat on the porch after gently putting the phone back on the hook. You rested your head in your hands and tore yourself up about waking up Eddie. You felt ultimately awful.

He deserves better, you thought. He shouldn't have to put up with my bullshit. I should deal with it on my own.

You were on the verge of tears and about to go back inside and tell Eddie not to come when you saw his headlights pull into your driveway. You stood up and wiped the tears trickling down your face with your sleeve before moving towards Eddie's car. He got out and pulled you into a tight hug, rocking you lightly. He pulled away from the hug slightly to look at you but you wouldn't make eye contact. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Hey," he said softly. "Look at me." You didn't respond, only stared down at your feet and sniffled quietly. Eddie tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his middle finger and trailed his hand to under your chin. He pulled your head up to look at him but you still refused to look in his eyes.

"Whats wrong, princess?" he asked quietly. You made eye contact with him and saw the worry on his face, causing the tears to fall a little faster. You sniffled quickly before responding.

"Im sorry," you said, "I shouldn't have asked you to come. Im a big girl, I can get to sleep on my own."

"Y/N, don't worry about it, I love spending time with you," Eddie said while caressing your face.

"But I woke you up," you said while chewing your bottom lip, a habit you only did when you felt guilty. Eddie knew this.

"I was dreaming of you anyway, princess, now I'm getting the real thing." He offered an encouraging smile, but your guilt still didn't completely subside.

"Eddie, I shouldn't need you to help me fall asleep. It's not your job. Im sorry that you wasted your gas, but you should just go back," You said while turning to go back inside.

Eddie grabbed your wrist to turn you back around and pull you close to his body. "Y/N L/N, it is my job. It's my job to take care of you until the day we die. Isn't that what this means?" He asks while tapping your left ring finger, where the dainty promise ring lay that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday. You stayed quiet knowing he was right. You looked away from him and buried your face in your hands, the tears coming faster than before.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," He said while pulling you into another hug. "Come on, I’ll take you back to my place. We can cuddle and I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear if you want? This one's covered in snot now." He let out a breathy laugh while tugging at your sleeve. You nodded slowly and let him open the passenger side door for you. He helped you in and buckled you up before closing the door and walking back around to the driver's side.

Just being in Eddie's presence calmed you, even if you felt like a burden. If it wasn’t evident in the release of tension in your body, it was in the way your eyes felt so heavy you struggled to keep them open; a feeling you hadn't felt in a while. Eddie noticed and smiled to himself, absolutely enamored by the way you felt so comfortable around him.

By the time Eddie had pulled up to his caravan, you were about to fall asleep, but Eddie’s door opening and closing startled you awake. You took a deep breath and unbuckled your seat belt, reaching for the door handle, but Eddie beat you to it.

"That's my job, princess," He smiled as he extended his hand to help you out of the car. The gesture made you smile and you gave Eddie a tight hug before you went inside. He inhaled your scent as he nuzzled his head on top of yours. Then, without warning, Eddie picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You both chuckled all the way into the trailer and to Eddie's room. He finally put you down again on his bed.

"Don't you dare move a muscle, princess. I have something for you," Eddie said as he opened up his small closet, "Close your eyes."

You did as he said when suddenly you felt a small weight on your stomach. You opened your eyes to see a teddy bear wearing a small hellfire t-shirt. You have no idea where he would've gotten it but that's not what you cared about at that moment. You brought it close to your chest and inhaled. It smelled like him. Tears were threatening to spill again. You hated how emotional you got when you were tired.

He climbed onto the bed with you and handed you something else. It was his Hellfire T-shirt. There go the tears. You were crying heavily in Eddie's bed and laid back down, clutching the T-shirt and the teddy bear

"What wrong, princess?" He asked for the second time that night.

You shook your head before wiping your face, "I don't deserve you. You do so much for me, and I don't do anything."

"That's not true, sweetheart, having the honor of being with you is more than enough. You are the most incredible person I know and anyone who disagrees is just wrong. You deserve the world, Y/N."

You weren't completely convinced, but you didn't have to be. Those words coming from Eddie were more comforting than anything you've ever experienced. You smiled softly at him and leaned in slowly. You and Eddie have been dating for a while, obviously, the two of you have kissed before, but every time still feels so electrifying. When your lips meet, you swear the sparks are so powerful they could blow out all of the power in Hawkins.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, "I love you, princess."

"I love you, too," You smile, one of the only genuine ones you've given out recently.

You pull away from Eddie completely before changing into his Hellfire shirt and cuddling up with him and the stuffed bear he got you. That night, you didn't have any more trouble falling asleep. You were with your comfort person. And your comfort person had gone out of their way to make you comfortable. Just the thought of someone caring that much made you tear up again. Happy tears this time. You loved Eddie. Eddie loved you. You sniffled again, trying not to get your snot all over Eddie's sheets, and cuddling closer to him and the bear, feeling more loved than you ever had before. Maybe Eddie was right…

You do deserve the world.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #fluff #angst #imagine #angst with a happy ending #oneshot #from wattpad lol #eddie st4

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broiderie · 10 months

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 22

It's taken me a lot longer than I wanted it to, but here it is. I'm sorry that it's been so long between chapters. Life has been trying to break me lately. It hasn't managed it, but I'm certainly bruised.

Warnings: Cursing, foreshadowing, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything.

As always - don't steal my shit.

Megan woke, hearing a motorcycle pull up, and glanced at the clock. 3:30 a.m. She waited patiently and heard the front door ease open. She slid gently out of bed and padded out into the living room without waking Hank. Rex followed her after huffing softly.

Taza caught sight of her in the moonlight shining through the living room windows. “Hey Sweet Chica. You should be asleep. What’s wrong? NIghtmare?” He shrugged out of his worn kutte and hung it on the hook nearest hers.

“Nah. I’m alright. Just heard your bike and woke up.” She rubbed her eyes with her fist like a child and yawned.

“Sorry, Sweetheart.” He stepped forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “C’mon. Let’s get some rest, huh? Going to be a long ass day. We’re going to the table in a few hours…”

“Tío Marcus?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah. He said you knew. That what that discussion in Templo was about?” he asked, cuddling her close to his chest and rocking gently as his muscles relaxed.

“Mmhm,” she yawned again and rested her weight against him. “D’ya get it all worked out?”

Taza chuckled. “Yeah, Chica. It’s all worked out.” He kissed her head again. “Now, I’m going to grab a quick shower and crash for a while. Go on back to bed, Chica, before Hank comes looking for you. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, Papa. G’night.” She smiled up at him and squeezed him in one last hug before heading back to her room. “C’mon Rex. Let’s go to bed.”

The dog yawned and followed Megan back into the bedroom.

When she tried to sneak back into bed, Hank chuckled. “C’mere, Princessa.” He opened his arms and kissed her softly as she snuggled back against him.

“Sorry. Was trying not to wake you,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath, burying his nose in her hair. “I always wake up when you get out of bed. Taza alright?”

“Mmhm. We’ve got Table later today though.” She yawned. “Gonna be a long day.”

He gently stroked the skin exposed where her sleep shirt had ridden up. “Think you can sleep again? You’ll feel better if you do.”

“Gonna try, but I wanna make sticky buns this morning too…”

Hank chuckled. “Alright, mi amore. Rest now. We’ll get up in a few hours.” He gently pressed a kiss to her skin and smiled as he felt her go limp in his arms. Bishop wouldn’t call Templo too early if Taza was just getting home. Megan could sleep a while longer and still have time to spoil them all rotten with her baking.

A few hours later, Megan stirred in his arms again, waking Hank from his doze. That little wake up squeak betrayed her as she attempted to snuggle back in. He chuckled. “Good morning, mi reina,” he muttered into her skin.

Megan whined a bit.

“Do you still want to get up and make sticky buns?” he asked.

Megan nodded without opening her eyes. The room was chilly this early and she buried her face in the covers. “S’cold.”

Hank held her as close as he could with her buried like that and smiled. “Want one of my hoodies?”

That made her peek at him over her shoulder.

He smiled and pressed as kiss to her shoulder gently before sliding out of bed to retrieve one of his heavy hoodies from the dresser along with a pair of heavy socks for her. He came around to her side of the bed. “Alright, mi princessa, here. Sit up for me and I’ll help you get it on.”

He chuckled as she sat up to let him help her maneuver her sling. Once Megan was warmly dressed, Hank pulled on a henley and they headed for the kitchen. Hank knew she’d need help making things with her sling on. After coffee, Megan realized it too.

“Shit… I can’t do this. I need both hands…” Her face fell and she slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fuck.”

Hank nudged her gently. “Sure you can. You’ve just got to delegate some steps. I’ll help.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Just tell me what to do.”

It took a bit longer than it normally would have, but in the end - the sweet breakfast was in the oven alongside a pan of biscuits. Both of them had flour smeared on their clothes as they sipped third cups of coffee. Hank made eggs while Megan fried bacon.

Rex laid under the table, out of the way, doing his best impression of a metronome with his wagging tail. Megan had slipped him some bacon and Hank had added a raw egg to his kibble.

When they were just about finished, there was a knock at the door. Rex bounded up to place himself between Megan and the knocking. He didn’t bark, but he very much alerted to their visitor, and that he didn’t know them.

“I didn’t hear a bike…” Megan said, moving to the drawer closest to the patio door. She opened it and withdrew the .380 Taza kept there.

Hank nodded upon seeing her armed. “I’ll answer it. My backup is in my kutte hanging up.” He moved both pans off the stove and made his way to the front door, keeping one eye on Megan to be sure she was out of the potential line of fire.

The visitor knocked again. Hank got his gun and looked through the side window of the door. He didn’t put it away, which made Megan even more nervous. He held it where he could easily fire on the unknown person and eased the door open, blocking the opening with his wide shoulders.

Megan moved to the side where she had a clear shot as well. Through the window, she glimpsed a man she didn’t know.

On the other side of the door was a man Megan had never seen before. He was dressed in a casual, but expensive, suit with a printed shirt underneath the jacket. She also clocked the shoulder rig there. The man was two long Dutch braids of dark hair, a trimmed goatee, and yellow sunglasses on.

“Can I help you, or is Galindo sending you as an errand boy now?” Hank asked tensely.

The man huffed frustratedly. “I’m looking for Ms. Morales. Is she here?”

Megan jumped as she felt a hand touch her good elbow. Taza took the gun from her hand gently, before moving in front of her. “And what, exactly, do you need her for Nestor?” he asked.

The man, Nestor, looked around the frame of el pacificador to answer him. “Just here to deliver an invitation for Mrs. Galindo. Mr. Galindo wondered if Ms. Morales would like to join his wife at the spa in town. A friendly invitation. That’s all.” He smirked at Megan where she stood behind her defenders in her leggings and Hank’s hoodie. “A way to encourage… relationships… between the Mayans and his organization. I’m here to drive her.”

Megan snorted indelicately at the blatant once over. When Taza looked her way, she shook her head emphatically. Hank kept his eyes on Nestor. That alone told Megan he didn’t trust the man.

Taza sighed. “Please tell Mr. and Mrs. Galindo that, while Megan appreciated their offer, it is unnecessary.”

Nestor turned his smirk on Hank. “I’ll pass the message along.” He deliberately looked around the big man again to meet Megan’s gaze over Taza’s shoulder. “I’m Nestor Oceteva, by the way, Mr. Galindo’s head of security. He wanted me to be sure to introduce myself as we may be working… closely… soon.”

Hank growled and his fingers tightened on his gun. “Well you’ve delivered your message now -”

Taza pointedly handed Megan back the pistol. “And any further communication with our Armorer had better be through proper channels.”

Nestor chuckled a bit. “Noted.” He grinned slightly mischievously. “You have a nice day… ma’am.” He turned and sauntered back to the big black SUV still idling in the driveway.

After he drove off, the atmosphere relaxed. Hank shut the door and replaced his spare gun in his kutte before gathering Megan into a hug against his chest. “What the fuck was that all about?” he growled.

Taza shook his head before once again taking the gun from Megan, this time to replace it in its hiding place. “That was Galindo trying to suss out where Megan stands with the club.”

Megan buried her face against Hank and took deep breaths as she tried to relax her muscles. “Why me?”

Hank sighed. “Because he doesn’t know how he can play you, Princessa, and that worries him. You’re a wild card.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, I didn’t like it. I’m not a toy or a kid. He can’t buy me with a fancy spa invitation.”

Hank kissed her temple. “We’ll get it straightened out, mi reina. Any communication with the club is supposed to be through a designated burner phone. If they approach you directly -”

“Call someone. Tío Marcus made that clear when I met Devante. Never talk to them without a patch, right?” Megan said.

“Right, Chica. They need to talk to you - they put in a request through one of the officers. And NEVER - EVER - let them get you alone,” Taza said.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now - I’m going to go call your Tío Bishop, to let him know what’s going on while I put some clothes on,” Taza said. “We may have company for breakfast.”

It was only then that Megan realized that her father stood there in an old pair of sweatpants and his jewelry which made her giggle. “That’s okay - we’ve got a second pan of sticky buns to go into the oven. Just make the Prospect pick up more bacon and eggs, please.”

Hank chuckled at the bemused look on Taza’s face. “C’mon, Princessa, let’s go finish the first batch so we can get dressed.

A little over an hour later, Taza’s house was full to bursting. Bishop had arrived as predicted with Marcus, Diana, and Tessa in tow. Right behind him came Riz and Creeper, and behind them was Chibs, Tig, and Venus. Angel, EZ, Coco, and Gilly were on their way. THey’d had to stop for more eggs and bacon as Megan had used all that she had.

Plates were made as Megan buzzed around making sure that everyone had what they needed. Hank had dressed quickly while Megan finished with the breakfast with help from Taza. Just as Bishop arrived, he’d managed to drag Megan off to change too. She now wore jeans and a hoodie that fit, but was still barefoot with wet hair.

“Poquito - if you don’t sit down and eat something to even out the caffeine in your system you might just vibrate apart,” Bishop said gently as he caught her hand as she went past him for the eighth time. “Seriously, Sweetheart, we know how to pour our own coffee. Eat something. Sit down.”

“I’m fine, Tío. Just - it’s the first family breakfast I’ve hosted at home. It needs to be done right.” She put on her Southern Belle smile for him, but it was a little tight.

Bishop tugged her gently down to sit on the arm of Taza’s easy chair where he’d taken up residence. “Poquito, it’s as perfect as you can make it. Let your tía and Venus help a little. You need to eat before we call a Table.”

Megan shot up. “Shit! Table! There’s not enough chairs at the table! Wonder if…”

Bishop tugged her back down. “Easy now. We don’t need more chairs, Poquito. Easy. We can stand. It’s just an expression. If it was official, we’d be at the clubhouse.”

“But -”

“No. Now sit.” Bishop caught Tessa’s sleeve as she walked past. “Tessa, Sweetie, will you ask Hank to make your prima a plate of breakfast? But tell him no more coffee, please.”

“Sí Tío! I’ll tell him!” the little girl said with a mischievous smile. She scooted off, ignoring Megan’s protests.

“There. See. Your caballero will be here in a minute. And you -” he pointed a stern finger at her, “will sit your ass down and eat something.”

Creeper had noticed the conversation wasn’t going Megan’s way and came to check in. “Everything alright, Prez? Little Princess?”

“Everything’s fine, Creep. Just making our Armorer pause to eat,” Bishop said, never taking his eyes from Megan’s face.

Creeper sighed, frustratedly and gave Megan his own stern look. “Alright. I’ll find her a chair.” He shook his bald head and made his way to the kitchen to find a chair for Megan.

By the time Hank arrived with a plate of breakfast and some juice, Creeper and Bishop had managed to make her sit in the kitchen chair the bald biker had brought. They had placed it next to Bishop so that Megan couldn’t escape and find something else to do.

Hank chuckled as he caught sight of Megan’s frustrated face. “One plate of breakfast for la princessa and a non-caffeinated drink since the tinier princessa says you’re cut off.” He handed her the plate and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Eat, mi amore, and be glad it was your tío that cornered you. Taza was muttering something about duct taping you to a chair.”

Megan relaxed a bit as the men around her chuckled. “I’m not that bad…” she insisted, nibbling a strip of bacon.

“No, Princessa, you aren’t, but you do need to eat something and let us fend for ourselves a bit.” Hank smiled and placed her juice on the small end table between her and Bishop. “We’re grown men. I promise we can pour our own coff-”

Just then there was a roar of engines as the final club members arrived.

Megan made as if to set her plate aside and stand only to be blocked by Bishop’s arm and Creeper’s gentle hand on her good shoulder.

“They know their way in, Little Princess. And they can carry everything to the kitchen on their own. Promise,” Creeper said.

“But someone needs to cook the breakfast they brought-”

Venus chuckled from the doorway to the kitchen. “Relax, Sweetheart. Your Tía and I have already got it under control. Eat. We already have.”

“But-”

“No ‘But”. Eat. That’s an order, Armorer,” Bishop said sternly.

Megan sighed and took another bite of breakfast as she watched the door for the rest of the club.

“And you can stop thinking Coco’s gonna save your ass. Eat. He’ll just make you another plate,” Bishop said with a chuckle as he leaned back in his arm chair.

Megan stuck her tongue out at her tío but did focus on eating the breakfast Hank had brought. He’d focused on the foods he knew she’d eat best- the sticky buns and bacon. He’d even snuck a banana on the plate because he knew she liked fruit in the morning.

Once she’d finished most of the plate, she looked at Hank pleadingly. He chuckled. “Alright, mi reina. We’ll take it.”

Creeper took her dishes with a smile and headed for the kitchen where the new arrivals were being given breakfast.

Taza leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching Bishop and Hank manage Megan’s anxiety. “Did she finally eat?” he asked.

Hank smiled a bit and nodded. “She did.”

“Good. Chica, stay put. Once the human garbage disposals are done, we’ll meet in here,” Taza said, standing to join them in the kitchen.

Bishop nodded. “Yeah. We’ll handle this Galindo business first. Then, this afternoon, Adelita wants a meeting on the other side to discuss specifics.”

Megan sat up straighter at the mention of the leader of the LO.

The men filtered in to find seats as they finished eating. Marcus took the other easy chair and Chibs took the end of the sofa closest to him. Hank stood at Megan’s back with a steadying hand on her shoulder. When Taza returned, he sat at the other end of the sofa. Tig and the rest of the Mayans arranged themselves around the room - either standing or in kitchen chairs like Megan.

Once everyone was present, Bishop cleared his throat. “Alright. We’re meeting here because we want Galindo to know we’re here to back up what he was told this morning. Taza - fill us in.”

“Early this morning, Galindo sent his head of security here to extend an ‘invitation’ to Megan. Apparently, Mrs. Galindo wanted to invite our Armorer to a spa day,” Taza supplied. “He was met with a firm - and armed - no thank you.”

A few of the men growled.

“Why the sudden interest in Megan?” Angel asked. “No offense, Shorty, but why risk a very real possibility of offense with a new ally over one girl?”

Hank felt Megan tense and gently rubbed her neck. “To see if she could be manipulated easily. He’s testing her, and in turn us. He wants to see if we blow up one way or the other over her.��

Creeper nodded. “He’s on his back foot. Fishing for leverage. Little Princess joining us makes him think there’s an opportunity there.”

Everyone nodded.

Marcus sighed. “He’s also trying to push MY buttons.” He looked around at the members. “We were going to call an official table later to discuss this, but with this development - we’ve got to do this now.” He looked at Bishop and Taza who both nodded.

Marcus sat forward in his chair with his elbows braced on his knees. “Galindo killed Devante. His loyalty became divided in a way Glaindo couldn’t allow. So - he’s down and advisor. At the casino, while you were securing our position with the LO, I met with Galindo and his wife.” He met the rapt eyes of every man there. “He offered me the job.”

The room exploded into confused mutters. Once most of it was calm, Riz asked the question everyone was wondering about. “How would that work? You can’t be a Mayan AND work for the cartel. It’s part of the patch in. Club over all.”

Marcus nodded seriously. “I know. And I haven’t given him an answer. That’s why he’s trying to get to me through Megan.”

There were nods all around.

Marcus sighed, “I am… tired. My body isn’t what it was. I can still ride, but who knows for how much longer.” He paused. “But - my loyalty is always to this club first.”

At the nods from the members, he continued. “When I can’t ride anymore, I can’t be a Mayan. What happens to my family then? These are things I need to think about as well.”

More head nods.

“So - I asked for advice from the member who has proved to have the coolest head under pressure. She said to speak to others, but that going inactive makes the most sense.”

Creeper sighed. “An inactive member can regain their patch through a simple majority table vote.”

Marcus nodded. “So - I spoke to my chosen advisors. I plan to take the position with Galindo if he can guarantee that my club loyalty won’t be challenged.”

“Can he guarantee that?” Gilly asked quietly.

“If he can’t - I walk. He violates it - I walk. My club comes first. My family comes first,” Marcus said.

Everyone seemed deep in thought.

Megan smiled at Marcus. “I don’t see a problem as long as Galindo follows the rules, Padrino. It’s not like you’re leaving us for good. More like - you’re temping for another company. But - Galindo has to follow the rules.”

Hank snorted and rubbed Megan’s neck gently. “He demonstrated just this morning that he can’t do that. Contact with a club member has to go through the liaison.”

Riz nodded. “And that’s currently me. I got no ride through calls or contact requests for La Princessa.”

Bishop nodded. “Then - we make our stance clear - to Galindo, the LO, and anyone else curious enough to come sniffin’” He held his hand out to RIz. “Let’s make this call…”

“Wait… what about what El Padrino said? Don’t we gotta vote or somethin’?” Coco asked, fidgeting with his lighter.

“We will - when there’s something to vote on. First, we make our point. If El Padrino decides to pause his patch - then we vote,” Taza noted.

The call with Galindo went about how they thought it would. Galindo played the innocent, stating that his wife is not part of his organization so he didn’t see the harm in a social invitation to the newest member of the Mayan family. He promised to behave himself in the future and make all invitations through the designated liaison.

At the end of the call, he brought Marcus into it. “Marcus, any new progress on what we discussed at the casino?”

Marcus sighed. “I have the parameters designed. We just need to meet to finalize details before a decision can be made.”

“Excellent. I’ll get back to you later today to set up that meeting then.”

“Of course, Mr. Galindo. I look forward to your call.” Marcus hung up the phone.

“He’s a sneaky son-of-a-bitch. I’ll give him that,” Gilly said. “That little conversation could have put you in a spot with us if we didn’t know already.”

Marcus nodded. “I know. That’s why I came clean first.”

The meeting continued long enough to have Megan shifting in her seat. Hank grinned and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “What’s wrong, Princessa?”

She giggled. “My legs are asleep because they don’t touch the floor,” she whispered back.

That made Hank chuckle quietly. “Alright, mi amore.” He held a hand out to help her stand. Once she was up, he took her place in the shirt and guided her down into his lap to relax. They were discussing the heroin shipment that was coming up as they waited for coordinates and a rendezvous time on the designated Los Olvidados burner phone. That phone’s assigned liaison was currently Angel - surprisingly.

Megan had no reason to speak up in this discussion. If Taza and Hank rode - she would as well. If not, she’d stay home. Since she wasn’t needed currently, she snuggled into Hank’s chest and closed her eyes.

Taza caught Hank’s eyes and smiled. He nodded at the resting Megan.

Hank smiled and petted Megan’s loose hair, planting a kiss on her hairline, before grinning back at her father.

Just when they started to run out of things to discuss, Angel’s pocket dinged. He pulled out the burner phone that was their direct line to Adelita and smiled at the text message. “Adelita wants to meet this evening at around four in Santa Madre’s open market. They need to pick up supplies, so she and Paulo will be there.”

Bishop nodded as Megan sat up to focus. “Sound alright, Poquito?”

“How many of us?” Megan asked, petting Rex who had made his way over to her in her lull. “Me, Hank, Taza… who else?”

“I’ll be going and Angel is the liaison, so that makes five,” Bishop said.

Megan nodded her head. “We’ll be in their territory, so I don’t think five is unreasonable,” she mused aloud.

“Six.” Marcus said, and looked to Chibs. “Care to join, Reaper?”

“Aye. I’ll go. Tig and Venus can stay behind. Then I can vouch for the information for the Irish myself,” Chibs said, leaning forward.

Bishop nodded. “Alright then. We’ll call a table when we get back to tie a bow on everything so Chibs can get home in time for the gun delivery.”

“‘Preshiate it,” Chibs said with a nod.

Tig looked antsy as hell, and pulled Chibs aside as soon as the meeting broke up.

Megan settled back against Hank for a moment to breathe until she heard the sink turn on in the kitchen. “Oh no! The dishes!” She bloated upright only to be caught by Hank’s gentle arm.

“Relájate, Princessa. Relax. Let the Prospect clean up. That’s his job,” Bishop said.

“But what if Tía Diana or Venus is doing them?” she asked anxiously.

Marcus chuckled. “Mi Reina?” he called.

“Sí, mi Rey?” Diana answered, coming to the kitchen doorway.

“Will you reassure nuestra sobrina that the prospect is on clean up? She doesn’t want you or Venus doing it while she rests.” He smiled indulgently at his wife.

Diana laughed and sauntered out to place herself on the arm of Marcus’ chair. “Why would we do it when there’s a perfectly good prospect in there?” She smiled at Megan. “Rest, Sweetheart. You were up early. Even if we were doing them - you were at the table. That excuses you from most chores.”

“Except -” Marcus said.

“Except taking out the trash when your wife has asked you to - three times,” Diana said with a grin at her husband. “Table doesn’t excuse that.”

“Yes, mi reina…” Marcus replied, winking at Megan over his coffee cup.

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