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iikatsukii · 1 year

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When the clock resets.

synopsis: you’re brought back to life, unsure as to why eywa has given you another chance but as you return “home” things aren't quite the same. .

pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! reader, jake x daughter!reader

warnings: um tbh none except minor cursing, running away, passing out, mentions of malnourishment due to you being dead but yk. oh and ao’nung being a mama’s boy.

word count: 6,064

a/n: THIS IS PART 2 OF TOO LATE!!!! unfortunately there is no red text this time but guys i am still not done with this series because i have a request for if the reader survived the first part. but i will be moving back over to illicit love for a little bit because i didn't even expect this story to blow up like i did. like yall i was just sad and here yall are feeding off my trauma. but its okay yall are my little angst hungry babies. :) (also huge fucking shoutout to @eywas-heir for giving me this idea for pt. 2. go give them kisses for me and say i sent you :d)

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waking up felt extremely weird. you felt like you had taken the longest, heaviest nap ever. slowly opening your eyes to adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings.

you're in a shallow hole, you noticed as you looked around, and there was dirt around you. you look up at what you would think was the sky and see something else that you remember seeing before. you see the leaf covering that the omatikaya place over their passed-away loved ones. you usually see these leaf coverings from the outside. this caused a slight panic to settle in your chest?

why are you here? did you die? what the hell is going on?

you reached your arm up, still feeling weak from not moving your joints in you don't even know how long. you slowly press against the leaf covering, pushing it away from the hole and exposing the sun to your eyes. you shielded yourself before you felt a shadow standing over your form. it was mo'at. the tsahik of the omatikaya clan.

"tsahik?" it was the first word you said, and it caused mo'at to press a hand to her mouth in shock as tears sprang to her eyes. her granddaughter, who had passed away two years ago, was looking up to her from her grave that she had pushed open herself. the tsahik didn't understand. how could the great mother take you away for two years and let their family mourn and grieve your death just to send you back to them two years later?

this made no sense.

"come with me, my child," was the only thing mo'at said as she reached out to grab your hand. she intertwined your fingers, wanting to hold her granddaughter as close as possible, fearing losing you again. she helped you out of the hole slowly as you still had to get used to moving your arms and legs around again.

"ma tsahik?" you asked the older woman standing before you. "what happened to me?"

she didn't turn to look at you as she said in a hushed, almost hurt, tone of voice, "you died two years ago," you were left speechless. you didn't know what to say, so you didn't say anything. you tried to think back on what happened before you woke up from your 'nap,' but you couldn't remember anything. no matter how hard, no memories or thoughts came to your head.

"do not try to work your brain so hard trying to find answers that will come to you, my child. you'll hurt yourself." the tsahik jokes.

you looked up at her, seeing the slight smile on her face but missing the faint trace of tears in her eyes. you let out a small laugh at her joke.

"hey! i may not remember anything from before, but i know i was not stupid before i died." you laughed along, but this caused the tsahik to stop in her tracks, turning to you.

"say that again." she said, grabbing hold of your shoulders, her face painted with worry.

"i was not dumb before i died?" you said, confused at her sudden actions.

"no, child! the other thing you said."

"oh, that i do not remember anything from before i died?" your words were cautious because you didn't know if what you were saying was offensive.

"we must get you back to the camps." was all she said as she turned, grabbing your hand, but this time she walked with urgency. her pace was hard to keep up with due to your aching body, but you somehow managed.

once you started to enter your native territory, you felt eyes everywhere. everyone was looking at you. you get it; you died and came back, but did everyone have to stare at you like that? it wasn't like you were the olo'eyktans daughter before you died.

mo'at brought you to the center of the high grounds camp, and everyone gathered around to see what announcement their tsahik had for them.

she didn't have some big speech planned. she just held your hand and said to the clan's people.

"the great-mother has returned my granddaughter!" everyone was cheering and happy. this confused the sully family. the past two years after your death have been hard. the natives completely annihilated every rda soldier, lab, and scientist in sight. it was an unexpected, coordinated attack between the forest na'vi, the ice na'vi, and, surprisingly, even the ash na'vi. due to transportation, the water na'vi couldn't make it to fight the war, but they were able to send over some of their finest healers.

let's just say no ships are coming to pandora ever again. jake made sure to send a message to the humans back on earth that if they ever sent one of their own to his planet again, he would single-handedly rip them each limb from limb. that was a promise, not a threat. humans had not gotten a chance to respond to jake's words. right after he delivered his messages, he pulled the pin of a grenade and walked out of the ship, it and the rest of the camp's base exploding behind them. although they didn't get to respond, they sure did receive the message, and earth now no longer had an avatar program. as the na'vi walked away from the war, they were victorious once and for all.

neytiri was quietly braiding her youngest daughter's hair when she heard the cheers and celebration of the clan outside her home. and then that's when her three older children came running into their hut, screaming and crying, speaking simultaneously. it sounded as if they were speaking gibberish.

"hey, hey kids calm down. what is going on?" jake asked his children, who looked like they were in distress. he was sitting in the home's living area, sharpening his blade as he had nothing else to do.

"Y/N HAS RETURNED." it was kiri who got the words out first.

neytiri, jake, and tuk all froze. there was no way. the great mother had taken you right in front of their eyes. you have been gone for two years; it can't be. neytiri had visited your grave just last night. there you lay, closed-eyed and lifeless in front of her, but as she walked out of her home and into the center of the clan's gathering there, you stood. you looked skinny and malnourished, but you were standing, breathing, alive.

neytiri couldn't believe her eyes. she thought she was dreaming as she approached you slowly. she held your face in her hands, and as soon as she felt your skin against her own, she broke down in tears, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever felt.

"ow." you said when she squeezed a bit too hard. this caused the woman to release you quickly, as she had forgotten how fragile you were right now.

"ma ite, you have returned to me, oh great mother, you have answered my prayers. thank you, thank you, thank you," she said as she pulled you into a hug again, this time softer, as if she was afraid that if she held you too rough, you would break in her arms.

you, on the other hand, were nervous. granddaughter? ite? what is going on right now? there's no way you're the tsahik's granddaughter. you couldn't imagine what your mother would be like as a person, let alone any of your family. all you knew was that you were from the forest, but maybe eywa brought you back to the wrong part of the forest? you couldn't even look at the woman before you and pinpoint a resemblance. you had four fingers; some of her children had five, and you weren't like them. only one other child had four tingers, and you noticed it was the eldest son.

when you made eye contact with him, his eyes softened. neteyam hadn't looked into his twin's eyes in ages. he missed you like no other. yeah, neytiri had it hard losing her first daughter, but neteyam had his twin's life ripped from her body right in front of his eyes. at that moment, it was almost like he felt the bullets go through his chest as well. that's how great the pain of losing you felt. but looking at you now, he felt like his heart was whole again. but there was this look in your eye. you looked different. not physically. you looked at neteyam differently. almost like you didn't recognize him.

mo'at had hoped that seeing your home and your family would cause your memories to come flooding back, but the look on your face was not giving her that impression.

"i am sorry if i am ruining a happy moment…." you spoke up, causing everyone to immediately silence themselves so they wouldn't miss a word you said. but you didn't say anything that caused any happiness or joy in anyone. instead, your words scared everyone.

"–but i do not know who you guys are. i am not the tsahik's granddaughter and miss, i am not your daughter. i am sorry but i think you have things confused. please excuse me." you pulled yourself away from the woman who claimed to be your mother, but she tightened her grip on your hands.

"ma y/n, what do you mean? you do not remember me? i am your mother, your sa'nu. you are ma ite, my sweet girl." neytiri was taken aback. this isn't right, you're supposed to come back, and then everything goes back to normal. but the great mother has returned you with no memories at all. to you, neytiri was just a stranger claiming to be your mother.

the next person to approach you was the olo'eyktan himself. you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes because of how his vast form intimidated you.

"itetsyip. maybe if you come home and see some of your things then you'll remember." he said, placing his hand on your back and walking you in the direction of what you assumed was their home. you quickly remove yourself from the two adults who had you in their arms.

"i am sorry but i am not your daughter. i do not want to enter your home to look at whatever things you think are mine. just because i have no memory of my family does not mean you get to take me away from them. the great mother may have returned me to my body with no memories but that does not mean you get to put whatever you want in my head, trying to get me to believe you. i only just returned. do you not understand how overwhelming this is?" you were scared. everything was happening so fast.

you just found out that you had been dead for two years, and now these people are trying to push this life in you that you know god and well that wasn't yours. you don't know who these people are, and they were making absurd accusations. maybe you really were in the wrong part of the forest.

"y/n stop joking around. do you not remember us? you are neteyam's twin sister for crying out loud. how can you be cruel enough to pull a joke like this? have we not suffered enough?" lo'ak was fed up with this whole situation. you were his sister, dammit. how could you not remember that? neteyam is your twin. you, tuk, and kiri were sisters. they're standing right in front of you, just begging you to run into their arms so they can embrace you.

you looked at the teenage boy oddly. like he had three heads. he doesn't know what he's talking about. these people are so pushy and demanding; you can't come from a family like this. you thought about it, and you knew they would be able to catch you if you tried to make a break for it, but you didn't want to be here anymore.

lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the family's eldest son walking up to you. he gently grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes that were identical to his.

"you could not have forgotten about your twin brother have you, sister?" his words were soft. they sounded broken like he was hurting inside. from what? you don't know, but this isn't your problem to deal with. these people obviously lost somebody, but it is not you. you are not from here. so you hatched a plan in your head.

"maybe i just need to walk around the forest and re-familiarize myself. it–" you choked on your words, not even wanting to say it.

"it could help me regain my memories. and then we can be a family again, yeah?" you look into the boy's eyes, noticing them shining a bit brighter. you gave him hope.

that wasn't your intention. you just wanted to leave, so to make yourself 100x more believable, you hugged him. with all the strength you had in your body, which wasn't much.

everyone was shocked. even neteyam, but he didn't want to lose this moment, so he hugged you back tight, so you could feel his love but not too tight because of how weak you are. you pulled back from the hug, bowing slightly to everyone before you walked in the direction that you and the tsahik came from so you wouldn't seem lost. you looked back before you could fully disappear into the trees. eyes meeting those of the people who claimed to be your family. looking at them, you didn't even see where you would fit in. they already looked whole. so you managed a small fake smile, sent them a small wave, and continued your trek through the forest, trying to get as far away from the omatikaya people as possible.

by the time they realize you're gone, you'll already be way too far for them to find you. you wandered around, wondering why the great-mother returned you like this? did you not deserve to keep your memories?

almost as if she heard your question, the great mother flashed an image in your head. it was different shades of forest green, with indigo spots placed randomly around its body, looking almost like flowers. its wings were majestic, but you couldn't pinpoint what you had seen until it landed right in front of you, keeping you from walking off a cliff you hadn't even realized you were walking towards.

you couldn't believe that after two years of being gone, your ikran, syulang, was still alive. you named her syulang because, yes, of course, she looks like she's covered in flowers, but unlike other ikrans, syu was quiet, elegant, almost undetectable in the air. you would never hear her flying anywhere, and nobody knew why. the air would run smoothly over her wings, completely muting the sound of the wind rushing by in comparison to the usual loud, noisy ikrans that everyone else had tamed. syulang was delicate, like a flower. "syu! hi girl, oh my goodness you’re alive." you said as you created your tsaheylu with her for the first time in years. it felt like the first time all over again, except without the part where she tried to kill you. syulang was happy to see you as well, nuzzling into you. "syulang, we have to go. right now. come on girl, take me home." when you said this, syulang made a noise of confusion but allowed you to mount her anyways. the two of you took off into the night, the eclipse making it too dark for anyone to notice that an ikran was out flying. not like they would hear syulang anyways.

it's been hours. you still hadn't come back from the forest, and the sullys were getting worried. everyone was tense and stressed until kiri spoke up.

"she ran away," the teenage girl hadn't even realized it was herself who had spoken. she looked up and made eye contact with everyone in her family, repeating herself.

"she ran away, and she is not going to come back." tears sprung to her eyes as she just wanted her sister to return home. it was like eywa was dangling the most precious thing to them right in their faces, and every time they reached out, she snatched it away.

"she would not do that. she said she was just going on a walk. kiri have some faith in her. sure she did not remember us but she would not have hugged me if she was just gonna run away. she said she would come home." neteyam argued. he didn't want to believe that you had left them again, but that's what it was starting to seem like.

"we will check the ikrans. if hers is still there, then she's around here somewhere. we can go out and look for her." syulang had not left your family's ikran nest since the day you had passed. she was too depressed to do anything with her hunter being dead. the sullys made sure to take care of her for you, knowing you wouldn't want syu to suffer like you did. honestly, syulang was the closest thing the sullys had to you after you died. they'd take turns taking care of her at night, bringing tuk every now and then so she could see syulang too.

the walk to the family ikran nest was full of arguing. kiri said that neteyam and lo'ak had to come to their senses and realize that you were gone again. the boys refused to believe that you would leave again, but as they approached the ikran nest, seeing syulang's corner abandoned gave them the answer they fought over.

you had left.

"i told you she left. i mean for eywa's sake you guys bombarded her as soon as she got here!" kiri yelled at her family. she knew this was just displaced anger and that she didn't really mean it, but she was tired of holding her tongue.

"don’t you dare say we bombarded her! she is my twin who died in front of me! eywa forgive me for wanting to hug her after she's been dead for two years!" neteyam yelled back at kiri; this just caused a huge family argument to break out.

tuk, who was standing to the side watching her family fall apart, couldn't help but cry. she just wanted her family to go back to normal. "stop fighting…" it came out as a whisper, her family arguing so loud that they hadn't even heard her. so she decided to make them hear her.

"STOP FIGHTING!!" everyones' heads snapped at the youngest sully child. little tuk had just raised her voice at them for the first time ever.

"give me a break! we are all hurt okay?! us, y/n, grandma, the clan? everyone is sad! we did bombard her! she has not been here for two years. we should have let her settle in first. i get it. you guys miss her. so do i, but ma sa'nu when you talked to her she looked so confused and scared. and nete, when she was hugging you her eyes were so empty. she looked so lost. we scared her away. we had a chance to make things normal again, to be a family again and all you guys could do was be selfish and think about yourselves!! i just miss her. i want her to come back, i–" tuk couldn't even finish what she was saying as her sobs overcame her. neytiri scooped up her youngest daughter, cradling her in her arms, trying to soothe her harsh cries.

tuk had just lectured their entire family, and nobody could be mad at her because she was right. neytiri realized that she had been pushy. jake and lo'ak, too, but it wasn't because they were trying to scare you. they just missed you so much they couldn't contain themselves. they had been selfish, putting their feelings over yours once again. it was the same way they lost you last time, and now, who knows where you went or when you left. the family just remained in their ikrans nest that night, needing all the warmth they could get as they all just held each other and cried.

you didn't think you could fly any longer. it had already been a few days, and you didn't see the forest anymore. you already didn't have a lot of energy due to you being dead for two years, but it didn't help that you left with absolutely no supplies to survive on your own. everything was starting to look the same. you felt like you were going in circles, seeing the same islands over and over. the ocean water was beautiful, you had to admit, but right now, all you could think about was if it would cushion your fall if you fell off your ikran. you knew it was only moments before you passed out from exhaustion.

the world started to spin as if it wasn't already, your vision was in and out, and you felt sleepy. you were exhausted and couldn't fly another second. as your body completely shut down, you fell off your ikran and into the waters below you, your tsaheylu disconnecting in the process.

had it not been for the hunters out at three brothers rock, you would have died. they noticed your ikran flying in the direction of their mainland, assuming you were a visitor and that they would meet you when they got back to the island, but they knew something was wrong when they noticed your form plummeting from the extreme height, completely motionless.

they only took a few minutes to have you on the rock. they were nervous about doing cpr on you because you looked to be a teenager.

"ao'nung, come over here!" the hunter in charge called over the olo'eyktans son.

"what is it?" he said, noticing the tension in the air. he looked down, seeing you unconscious on the ground. his eyes widened. where had you come from? pushing that question aside, ao'nung took in your appearance, noticing how thin and weak you looked. he didn't know what it was, but it stirred something in him. you reminded him of his little sister, tsireya. if this was her, he would want one of the hunters to save her, so he put one arm under your shoulders and another under your leg and slid into the water, calling out to his ilu.

"i'm bringing her to my mother immediately. she looks weak. i don't even know if she'll live, but i have to try." he said before taking off as fast as he could to the mainland. he noticed above him your ikran was flying at the same pace as him, probably too worried to leave your side.

when ao'nung got home holding an unconscious forest na'vi, he received a lot of weird glances from the clan's people, but he didn't care. he rushed home, looking for his mother.

pushing the flap open to see his mother had just put the last of her herbs away, ao'nung called out to his mom.

"sa'nu! help! i– she needs help. please." hearing her son in distress, ronal was quick to give him her attention. instructing to lay the girl on the floor, she reminded herself to ask him where he had found her, but right now, she prioritized saving your life. she tried a healing remedy that would've usually worked, but you remained motionless. ronal put her ear to your chest, your heart was beating, but it was very faint. she knew only one thing she could do now, and it was the riskiest healing remedy known by all tsahiks. it has a minimal success rate but has healed some of the deadliest injuries known to eywa.

once the remedy was made entirely, ronal told ao'nung to get out and find his father and sister before coming back. the boy nodded, walking out to find his sister.

when he spotted tsireya riding on the ilus with her friends, he called her over. tsireya noticed her brother looked a bit more anxious than usual, so she excused herself and walked over.

"brother what is wro– oh!" ao'nung pulled his little sister into the tightest hug he could muster. she remained shocked as her brother wasn't really one for physical affection at all unless it was from his mother.

"please just– don't die on me, okay? at least not anytime soon. promise me, okay?" he said, pulling back and grabbing her shoulders as he looked into his sister's eyes. she just nodded and walked alongside her brother, wondering what on earth had him shaken up like this.

upon retrieving his father, ao'nung returned with his father and his sister in tow. when they entered the tent, you were in ronal's arms, crying your heart out. the woman just looked up to her family, shushing them as she continued to provide you comfort. hearing your cries throughout their home hurt their hearts. you cried like you were hurt like you had experienced grave pain, and it was coming back to haunt you.

from this moment on, the family decided they would take you in. they didn't know who or where you were from, but they wanted to heal you of this pain. their hearts hurt hearing how much pain your heart had to endure. there's a reason why eywa brought you to them, and they were not about to let you go.

you had been living amongst the metkayina clan for about half a year now. you weren't even recognizable from when you had arrived at the clan. when you got here, you were thin as a twig, you never had the energy to do anything, and you cried yourself to sleep every night. now, you had filled out your form, even gaining a bit of muscle from adapting to the metkayina ways. you had also completed your iknimaya, which meant you were allowed to get a tattoo. you choose to get two. the pain was well worth it, though, because once your leg sleeve and arm tattoo were complete, you couldn't have been happier.

you finally felt like your life was worth living again. you no longer cried yourself to sleep; instead, you snuck out with your brother and sister, going to the small island where all the young na'vi hang out. you were finally happy. the great mother had brought you home. she had returned you to your family.

the only odd thing was your dreams recently. you dreamed of the forest, of nantangs, woodsprites, and ikrans. things that have nothing to do with the metkayina. it was weird. you felt like eywa was trying to shove memories in your brain, but you were so at peace with your life that you disregarded it, too caught up, in reality, to be bothered by silly dreams.

you loved life on the beaches, in the sand, underwater, just taking in the beauty of awat'alu as you sat on a rock. at the same time, you watched ao'nung, tsireya, and rotxo playing on their ilus in the water. they were splashing each other, just taking time to be the teenagers they knew they'll never be again. you were about to cannonball in the water to join them when you all heard the horns of the clan being blown, announcing new arrivals.

you all stopped what you were doing, looking toward the screeches you heard. you knew that sound, that was bob, jake's ikran.

wait a minute… what?

whos jake?

‘jake sully’ said a voice in your head. you recognized it as she had spoken to you once before, but you couldn't remember where.

why is this name coming to your head right now? you felt your wrist being grabbed by your sister, tsireya. she dragged you to the beaches of your clan's home, where everyone else had gathered. you stood behind your father, tonowari, as you continued to think about the name that came to your head. who is jake sully, and why did you just remember his name?

"my children, ao'nung, tsireya, and–" tonowari paused, looking to his side at his children, realizing one was missing, until he turned around and realized you were just hiding behind him.

"–and my youngest, y/n, will teach your children the ways of our home, so you do not suffer the burden of being useless here," tonowari stepped aside, pushing you in front of him, so the family who had arrived could see you.

you looked up to make eye contact with the first person you spotted.

"tuktuk." the words were quiet from your mouth. the little girl, who had her head tucked into her mother's neck, perked up when she heard the nickname you used to call her.

"kiri, cut it out. that is not funny!" tuk said, looking at her sister, offended she would play a sick joke on her like that after they had just left their home.

jake and neytiri decided to move their family from the omatikaya clan, deciding that being there reminded them too much of you. it hurt to continue to live on the soil that you died on. so they up and moved their whole family elsewhere, flying towards warmer air and gorgeous waters. they fully expected to be able to find uturu with jake being toruk makto and their war being over. what they hadn't expected to see was their dead runaway daughter standing amongst a sea of teal na'vi.

slowly walking towards the family, tonowari called out to you, but ronal placed her hand on her mate's chest, telling him to shut up and watch what was happening.

"tuktuk," you repeated as you walked towards the girl. when tuk realized that the voice was coming from in front of her and not behind her, she turned her head around, her yellow eyes meeting yours.

"y/n!!" tuk practically dropped herself from her moms' arms, running up to you.

you met her halfway, falling to your knees, pulling your little sister into a hug, her face in your neck as you supported her head. as you looked at each one of them, their names, faces, and memories came back. you remembered everything.

"and you're neteyam, and lo'ak and kiri!" when your siblings heard you say their names, it was like a switch in them flipped. within seconds they were all in the sand hugging you and tuk, crying because you finally remembered them.

you pulled back from the hug, looking at the two people who hadn't joined the hug yet.

"sempu," you said, reaching your hand out to jake. he didn't even try to conceal his tears as he allowed himself to join his children in their hug.

your mother still stood there in awe. neytiri was scared. she was the reason you left last time and didn't want to scare you away again, so she just stood with tears rolling down her face, not knowing what to do. for the first time in her life, neytiri didn't know what to do.

you could see the hesitation in her eyes. but you were confused as to why. neytiri was the only one who treated you right before you died… so why is she the last to come to you.

"mom?" you called out to her, but she didn't move. did she not want you anymore? has she gotten used to the family without you?

you tried once more, refusing to lose your family again. "sa'nu, please." a tear rolled down your cheek, looking into your mother's eyes. you saw all the hurt and stress, everything she had to endure while you were gone.

hearing you call her sa'nu was the last push neytiri needed before she fell to her knees and joined her family's embrace. you have returned. you returned to your family, and you were safe. everyone pulled back from you, taking in your appearance. you had matured a lot since the last time they saw you. you and neteyam were about the same height now, but your muscles surpassed his due to all the swimming you do.

you noticed that he had noticed too, and you just nudged his shoulder with your own, "do not worry, twin, i will teach you everything you will need to know. maybe you will grow up to be big and strong like me," you teased your twin. neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing along with you.

"woah! y/n, you have a tattoo?" lo'ak asked as he looked at your left leg. you just laughed at his silly question. of course, that's the first thing he asks you.

"she has two! there's one on this arm as well," kiri said, holding out your right arm so they could see the tattoo that you had there as well.

"no fair, mom, i want a tattoo." tuk said, whining to her mother. neytiri laughed at her daughter's statement and just pet her head, moving her braids out her face. "maybe when you're older, tuk," she said.

"babygirl," your father grabbed your attention. "i just want you to know that we are all so sorry for how we treated you before you past–" you cut your father off, shaking your head.

"it is in the past. the great mother may have returned my memories but it is me who gets to choose which ones to remember. i want to leave the past behind me. i have found a new home here. new peace. a found family who loves me dearly. i don't want you guys to feel like you have to atone to anything. eywa has given us a new start, so i think we should welcome it with open arms instead of trying to mend that has already been healed," you really had matured in your time away from the sullys.

they all looked at one another. if that was what you wanted, they would be sure to leave the past in the past so they can embrace the chance to make things right with you.

you stood, the rest of the sullys following. you walked back over to tonowari and ronal, pulling them into a hug.

"just because my memories have returned does not mean that you are not my family anymore. you have all helped and healed me from wounds that i did not know i had so i can only thank you, sempu, sa'nu. you guys are my found family and i would not trade you for the world." smiling up at your other parents. Wow, this is gonna get confusing, but you were more than excited to have two families.

you looked over and pulled ao'nung and tsireya into the hug as well. "you guys, too, thank you so much," you said to your siblings. they couldn't do anything but hug you back. you may not be their biological blood, but they could care less. you are now one of their people. ronal and tonowari will always see you as their daughter, and ao'nung and tsireya will always see you as their sister. you will always be family to them.

you and tsireya decided to guide the sully family to their new home, as ronal had allowed them to stay. you noticed that lo'ak was eying your sister up quite a bit and decided that you would tease him about it later. you were just happy to finally feel at peace. you finally had the family, the life you had dreamed of.

you couldn't do anything except thank eywa for all the good she brought into your life.

‘you're welcome, my child.’ it was the same voice that you heard earlier. when you realized that she was responding to your thanks, if you finally clicked whose voice you were hearing.

it was eywa.

she was with you. she had always been. throughout this journey, she made sure to stick by your side. that was something that you couldn't be more grateful for.

‘be free my child, allow nothing from here on out to hold you back. you are meant to live a happy life, and now you are able to do so.’

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Forget and Regret (2)

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 2 of "Forget and Regret", Ayato is being plagued by dreams, you think he doesn't need you anymore, but for some reason, he really can't just leave you alone. Many moments of pain came before comfort.

Tags: Angst w/ happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, A little swearing, Maybe a little naughty in the end (nothing explicit)

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Ayato walked into the room, his eyes landing on a girl lying on his bed, her shoulders shaking as little sobs filled the quiet room.

Her figure was covered by a blanket, and though he could not see her up front, he knew that she was clutching the sheets to her chest.

"Love?" He called out for the girl, the endearment falling naturally from his lips.

The girl did not look at him, but he knows that he's gained her attention.

She tried to control her breath, trying not to make her shallow and sobbing breaths obvious.

"I-I'm sorry..." The girl said in such a small and quiet voice, the stuttering making it obvious that she had been crying. "I k-know it's stupid, b-but I just wanted to give you a g-gift." Ayato had been hearing a lot of this 'gift' thing. He has no idea what is happening, yet the sight of the girl crying in front of him just makes him want to coddle her and make her feel better.

"I should say my apologies as well, my love..." His mouth moved on its own, letting him say words for which he did not know the context. "I didn't mean to lose my temper. I may have been angry, but I would never ever dream of hurting you."

"I-I regret not saying this sooner, my dear Y/-"

The Yashiro Commissioner stirred awake, groaning as his eyes slowly opened.

He grabbed a pillow by his side and covered his face with it.

Yet another dream, of the same girl, no less.

And every single time, every waking moment after a dream like that, Ayato felt like his heart was being vigorously tugged on, a sense of regret oozing from the back of his mind. And try as he might, no explanation ever arose to answer his questions.

So, just like every time that this happened, he shrugged off the feelings conveyed by the dreams before finally getting out of bed.

...

"Have you heard? The Commissioner and his wife had a fight." You hear the whispered rumours of some of the workers in the estate, making you sigh.

"Yeah, but people have been saying that she left him. Here she is now, though, so maybe it's all just exaggerated."

"No! I was here a few weeks ago, and I heard the Lord himself screaming angrily. Could it be that he was mad at Lady Kamisato?"

"Could be, not to mention that Lady Ayaka has been acting weird lately. She's taking over all of the Lord's duties; I wonder what's happening inside their home."

"Ladies, please. Let's all just stop with all the gossip and get to work?" Thoma approached the workers gathered around to talk about the Kamisato siblings and you, keeping his polite smile as he asked them to get back to work.

After the group got back to their duties, the blonde walked up to you.

"My lady." He addressed you like always, making you look down a bit. "The Shuumatsuban thanks you for your generous donations and help on their mission against the Fatui."

Lately, you've been going back to the estate, both to gather your things without attracting attention and to pay back for what you did a few weeks back.

You also did some digging around the Fatui in Inazuma; it took quite a while, and though it almost got you in danger with the organization, you got a few useful pieces of information for the Shuumatsuban. You feel that this is only appropriate because you accidentally sabotaged them before.

"Umm, please tell them that I'm glad I could do something good for them." You smiled at him, feeling a little bit flustered. Your interactions with Thoma have been very awkward lately; he's still against what you're doing with Ayato. "Thanks for everything, Thoma."

He merely nods before watching you walk out of the estate, presumably going back home.

"I didn't know that she worked here." The retainer heard his lord's voice from behind him, making him turn around to face him. "I wish I had the chance to talk to her again." Thoma noticed how Ayato's blueish-purple eyes followed the trail you walked on, perhaps thinking about you as he did so.

This is why he thinks what you're doing is silly. One look at his lord and he sees the interest in you oozing from him, even at his current state.

"Well, technically, she doesn't work here. But she plays a very important role in the estate." Thoma clarified, making the periwinkle-haired man think.

"Oh, what do you mean by that, Thoma?" The Commissioner asked curiously.

"Well, though I do want to explain, I know it would be far better if she did so herself, my lord." He left it at that, not letting Ayato press further.

...

"Hi."

As you were fixing everything up at the front of the Kamisato Estate, you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you.

You turned around, your eyes meeting another pair that looked pleased to see you. "Y/N, I was hoping to see you again." Ayato said with a smile.

Your breath hitched, you instinctively walked a little away from him.

"Oh, no need to be nervous or anything. I mean, I know I'm kind of an important figure or something, but..." He cleared his throat, chuckling a little. "I hope that I don't scare you away."

You sighed, bowing your head. "Lord Kamisato, I'm just finishing up my work."

"No need for formalities, you can just call me Ayato. After all, I owe you my life." He stated, walking a bit closer to you. "Thank you again, I can't stress that enough."

You couldn't look up at his face, not up his smiling and gentle face, at least not while keeping yourself from bursting to tears, admitting that you're his wife and that you did something that made him resent you.

He looked at your timid form, your hands clasped together tightly. Perhaps he should do something to ease the tension you were feeling.

"Once again, you're welcome, my lord. I..." His ears perked, he heard you sniffle, and he could've sworn that your hand reached up to your face to wipe a tear away.

It's all too familiar for him for some reason.

He has no idea what is happening, yet the sight of the girl crying in front of him just makes him want to coddle her and make her feel better.

"I'm... g-gonna take my leave now." You quickly ran away from him, making Ayato look at your running figure in shock.

He truly did not expect you to be overwhelmed just by talking to him.

And he couldn't explain why, but something in him screamed to run after you and hug you and tell you that everything is okay and that he's sorry.

...Are you... her?

...

Everyday after that encounter, it seems that the periwinkle-haired man was always there by you're side, trying to initiate a conversation.

You've gotten better at containing yourself around him. But still, you'd rather him not be there, you'd rather not be on the brink of heart attack every minute of the day.

Once you realized that he was gonna try and talk to you everytime you go to the estate, you actively tried to spend as little amount of time as possible.

Thoma and Ayaka were not gonna let that happen though.

You were about to leave and take a few days off, but then Thoma approached you. "My lady, Lady Ayaka was hoping that you'd come in tomorrow and help her with the organization of the upcoming festival." He passed on your sister-in-law's message. "Since you've helped my lord with this business before, you might be a great help."

You honestly should have seen this coming. And even if they're making it seem like you had a choice, they knew you'd cave in, they knew you'd come tomorrow and try to help.

They most certainly planned to give Ayato the chance to work on the festival so that you help him with it instead of Ayaka when you came in the next day.

"So... this is my job."

You hated to admit that you were amused with Ayato's reactions to things he had to do.

"Yes, my lov- my lord." He cleared your throat immediately, hoping he didn't catch that mistake. You chastised yourself, for letting your guard down.

"What do we do first?" Though you found his excitement to work again and rediscover what he does for a living very cute and amusing, you stand stiff and focused.

He's not your husband.

You remind yourself constantly as you work on the task at hand.

The cycle continues though, Ayaka and Thoma will make sure that you have a reason to come back to the estate, basically setting Ayato up for at least an hour with you almost everyday.

And you could not even describe how tired you are, tired of constantly being on your guard, tired of pretending to not be his wife.

But this is for him, this is what he wants. He said so himself, you should always remember that.

...

He wants to take you out on a date.

Though Ayato had many conflicting feelings about his situation, and his lost memories, he thought that surely making some nice memories bow would do him some good.

Ayato finds that you are quite shy towards him, never meeting his eyes and always speaking to him in a low and mumbly voice.

He found your mannerisms cute too! Even when you don't look at him much, he often has his eyes on you, seeing how your eyes light up a bit when he says something funny or amusing.

Which is why he asked the help of his sister and his retainer to ask you out on a date around town.

"Y/N, may I talk to you, please?" You heard Ayaka's soft voice call out for you.

You walked up to her. "Umm... Anything I can for you?" Again, awkward interactions because she also doesn't approve of your actions.

"I was thinking, brother really wants to explore around the city, especially since the festival that you both planned starts tomorrow night." You already knew what she was gonna say next.

Thoma stood next to her, "I think my lord feels the most comfortable around you, so why not go with him tonight?"

You sighed, looking at them with a frown. "Guys, please... I-I know what you're doing. Thoma, you heard him! He wants nothing to do with me." Thoma looked at you disapprovingly.

"My lady, Lord Ayato loves you more than anything. Why hurt the both of you like this over things that were said out of angry?"

"Y/N... do you still love my brother?" Ayaka looked at you expectantly, her voice laced with doubt.

You looked at her in disbelief. "...I love him more than anything, words cannot explain just how much." You stated firmly, closing your eyes as a few tears fell from your eyes. "And I know he's better off without me."

Ayaka's hands closed into a fist, "I'm your family too! I love you too! You can't just leave us, not because of a stupid fight!" Tears of her own fell down her face, sobs escaping her mouth.

Thoma held her to make sure she didn't break down to the ground. You stood there in shock, before snapping out of it and cupping Ayaka's face.

"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry." You pulled her into a hug, and she immediately melted into you. "I won't completely vanish. I promise I'll still be here, even if I'm not your sister-in-law anymore." You felt her shake her head on your shoulder.

But she couldn't speak anymore, she merely hugged you and sobbed away. You couldn't help but cry along with her.

...

"Y/N!" You immediately wiped away your tears, hearing Ayato's voice call your name.

Ayaka left you and went back into the house half an hour ago, and you decided to stay for a bit and let some tears out before running off home.

His voice was friendly and cheery, "Thoma and Ayaka said that they talked to you about... Um, you know, tomorrow night..." He scratched the back of his head, acting a bit flustered. "It may seem lame to ask you out using my sister, hehe." He's completely unaware of what happened half an hour prior.

"So what do you say?" He looked at you expectantly.

He's not your husband.

Say no.

"I'll meet you at Uyuu Restaurant at seven."

You wanted to choke yourself to death for being a frustrating and stubborn little bitch.

...

The people of Inazuma aren't aware of what happened to the Yashiro Commissioner, the Kamisato Clan made sure no news ever got leaked. To the eyes of others, it may just look like the Lord of the Kamisato Clan and his wife going out for an evening together, but in reality, everything is just a complicated mess.

And you are extremely tired, so, to finally end everything and let Ayato go, you concocted a plan so that Ayato wouldn't ever want to be with you ever again.

You were gonna be the most infuriating date ever.

Showing up late and putting no effort to how you look, eating a lot, asking for many expensive things, judging his every move, things like that. That should be enough, right?

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No, it wasn't.

7:10 pm

You walked up to the table Ayato was sitting in. You were in your sleepwear, a purple matching cotton pajamas and top with your hair in a messy bun.

His eyes found yours and he immediately smiled. "You look really cute."

Your mouth dropped, seriously?!

7:20 pm

"I would like Sakura Tempura, a Sashimi Platter, an Egg Roll, and Dango, please!" You said to the waiter, looking at Ayato to see his reaction.

"Is that too much?" You asked him, hoping to provoke him a little.

"Not at all!" He stated with a smile, looking down on his menu. "Your orders are actually quite cheap. How about I order you some sake and more dessert as well?"

"No nee-" You couldn't stop him from ordering those for you too.

This isn't working.

8:00 pm

That festival mask was 10,000 mora. This may be too much, but you had to do something to salvage the plan.

"Ayato, look!" You exclaimed, setting his attention to the mask. It has many intricate designs, and a few gems stuck on it.

"Do you want it? I bet it would look very pretty on you."

'Ohhh... but the mask is really expensive...' You were feeling already feeling sorry.

"Y-Yeah..." You said quietly, but he heard it, taking out a bag of mora and approaching the merchant selling it.

You weren't paying attention, so when you felt him place the mask on your head, just above your face, your cheeks flushed.

"Just as I suspected, gorgeous..."

8:30 pm

This isn't working...

You've been walking and doing all kinds of things in the festival for a while, and the date is going so well. This wasn't supposed to happen!

You even tried being rude to him, saying how he walks too slow, his clothes are uneven, or he... you weren't really good at being rude.

"You walk too slow."

"I apologize if I'm bothering you. If you'll allow it, let me hold your hand so that we stay with each other's pace." You walked around the festival hand in hand for the rest of the date.

"Your clothes are uneven."

"Oh, I can't really see it. Can you fix the uneven part for me?" So then, you were stuck fixing the nonexistent uneven part of his clothes, holding the fabric.... just like when you would fix his clothes for him in the morning back then...

'No... stop that, please.'

Ayato's pleasant self negated every 'bad' thing you did.

He could only be more amused as he saw you very obviously thinking, perhaps of another 'insult' you could throw at him.

You were just too cute.

9:00 pm

He invites you to go to Amakumo Island with him as an ending to your date. Seems he got the whole night planned out... he does that a lot for your dates, which you do find amusing.

...Stop.

Of course, you could only agree, knowing that Thoma and Ayaka would light your butt on fire if you ever left Ayato on his own tonight (a part of your decision maybe because you wanted to spend more time with your husband, but you still didn't have a choice).

You sat at the peek of the small island, looking at the see that reflected the stars in the night. It's a beautiful night.

Ayato sighed, scooting a bit closer to you. When you looked at his face, you could see that it seems to display an expression of contentment.

He turns to look at you, making you immediately straightened your head, trying to make it look like you weren't looking at him just then.

It obviously didn't work as an amused chuckle left his lips.

He's not your husband.

But this is still very nice.

You felt his hand going on to hold yours, and you know that all you've been trying to do that night was get him to not like you, and you've honestly tried and failed to do so.

In that moment, you just gave in, finding it hard to move your hand away from his. You even assured him by lightly squeezing his hand.

This is the most relaxed you felt in weeks. If only things can stay this way.

...

"I'm really glad I met you, Y/N."

...

No, you couldn't hold it anymore.

Slowly, tears started going down your face. The more they fell, the less you could control yourself to stop crying. An overwhelming amount of emotions, blocked by a dam finally broke open, and you finally let it all out.

Ayato's expression changed, becoming shocked as you let out little sobs while trying to wipe your tears away. He saw you try to control your breathing, just like the girl in his dreams, he heard the little whimpers coming out of you, the same he heard from that girl.

You let his hand go, "I'm sorry..." You hiccuped, standing up and immediately running away from him.

"Y/N!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!" You shouted at him.

"Sometimes, I wish I never met you."

Just like then, you ran back to your home, collapsing on the floor in a fit of whimpers and sobs.

"He's not my husband..." You repeated in your mind. That man you went on a date with wasn't your husband, your husband was the Ayato that said he wished he hadn't met you, that looked at you in anger and shame.

The Ayato you were just with was a person you met a few weeks ago after you saved him.

They aren't the same.

Your husband doesn't love you anymore. He wouldn't ever ask you on a date anymore. He wouldn't say he was happy that he met you.

"He's not my husband..." You did not believe in your own words.

Ayato walked alone through Chinju Forest with a solemn face. He kept thinking back to the look of your face and how you were trying desperately to calm yourself down.

He didn't like the look of your crying face, he could even sense the pain you were feeling as you let whimpers escape your shaking lips. The scene sent needles to his heart.

And just as he thought that it was the perfect date.

Did he do something to make you react that way?

As he was thinking, a glimmering object shone in the corner of his eye, immediately gaining his attention. Ayato looked around, before seeing something on the ground reflecting the glow of the moon.

Leaning down to pick it up, he saw a ring, and as he looked at it longer, he felt a raging headache attack his mind.

He groaned, it wasn't as if that was the only time he got headaches, they were quite frequent.

But he couldn't help but feel some sort of familiarity towards the ring, like he has seen it before.

The ring looked extremely special. He decided to bring it with him and hopefully Thoma might be able to help him find who the owner is.

But the number one thing in his mind right now is you.

He hopes that you're alright.

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Ayato head was already aching when he came home to a small box on his bed.

It looks like it has gone through some stuff, it has dents everywhere and it looked like it was thrown around.

Is it for him?

Since it was on his bed, he decides to opens it, finding a piece of paper inside along with an even smaller black box.

"Ayato, I really hope you like this gift! It might not make sense when you first open it, but I have a proper explaination about what it is. I'd like to explain you in person."

The bottom of the paper has the words "I love you," in it, as well as a "From your beloved wife, Y/N".

His breath hitched.

Within the black box, he saw a necklace with a charm of what he can assume to be a constellation.

Ayato took out the ring in his pocket, like his memory has been jogged.

You...

You were wearing a ring that looked like it paired with the ring in his hands now.

As Ayato was planning to hold your hand while you were looking away from him, he noticed a ring on your ring finger.

Perhaps it was just the right fit for that finger instead of your middle, that's why you were wearing it there.

The ring was beautiful though, something he would probably pick out for something special.

When he held your hand, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of your hands together, his eyes especially still focused on your ring.

Maybe you forgot, but you left your wedding ring on when you went out for your date.

"I'd like to explain to you in person."

He wasted no time in taking that offer.

Rushing out of the estate, Thoma immediately stepped in his way.

"My lord, you can't just leave! Especially by yourself. Remember what Lady Ayaka said to you." The blonde blocked his master's path, seeing the Yashiro Commissioner's hurried steps to the estate exit.

Thoma's eyes landed on the box within Ayato's hand, noticing the tight grip on the familiar cover.

Oh...

His green eyes then saw his Lady Ayaka, standing far behind her brother. His mouth parted in disbelief.

Has Ayaka taken matters into her own hands?

Without Ayato noticing, the two's eyes were locked, and then Ayaka gave their retainer a firm nod, signalling for Thoma to let her brother go.

"You don't understand, Thoma! I need to-" Ayato was just about to argue, but his words were cut short when the blonde just gave way for him.

"I understand more than you might think, my lord." Thoma sighs, crossing his arms. "Y/N, she... she lives in Konda Village."

Ayato was shocked to say the least, can Thoma really read him so easily?

His mind was filled with confusion, many unanswered questions. But one remained on top of his priority, and he needed to get to you now.

Without another word, he hurries off into the forest, on his way to the village you resided in. Despite the tiredness, he pushed on to go to you.

Yet Thoma's final words didn't escape his ears.

"You aren't the only one that needs to remember."

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Fatigue was spreading all over his body.

But he hoped that he can still make it to you.

He doesn't expect an explanation to be served up to him in a silver platter, given that everything after his accident seems to have been a mess.

He can't fully wrap his head around the situation.

If what he read was true and you're his wife....

If you're the mysterious girl that he was chasing in his dreams....

If you love him and he loves you...

Why would you do this to him?

"Don't go..." His voice was a little playful, but you could sense that there was some sincerity in his words.

You giggled as you packed your clothes for your business trip to Watatsumi Island. "Ayato..." You feel warmth spread through your chest as he hugged you from behind.

"This is my job, as a lady of your clan." His embrace only tightened, stopping your from packing your things. "It's only for two days, my dear."

"Two daysss..." He whined quite dramatically, placing his chin on your shoulder so that you could visibly see his pout. "Who I am suppose to cuddle during bedtime and kiss awake in the morning?"

You sighed in amusement, turning so that you're now facing him. "I promise that when I get back, you can have all the cuddles and kisses you want."

"I want a very exclusive week of you being with me at all times as well."

"Hmmm, why?"

"Because I'm gonna be very deprived in the next two days so you're gonna have to nurture me back to health afterwards." He argued like a child, very unlike him outside of the privacy of your bedroom. You liked having this side of him all to yourself.

"Alright, fine. Now sit down so I can pack properly without interruptions." You said jokingly, pushing him to sit on your bed.

You were able to get through a few more minutes of undisturbed packing, until...

"Don't goooo..."

"Don't go." He whispered into the air, his hurried steps turned to slow walking. This has always been the case since his accident, he gets very tired so much faster than before.

That... memory... that just played in his head...

Was it real?

You and "him"... looked so in love with each other.

"Have you ever thought about an heir?" You stopped in your tracks, hearing the voice of your husband's friend coming from the living room.

"Ahhh, I definitely have thought about it. But I will always consider what my wife wants with this subject." You hear your husbands voice after that.

Eavesdropping may not be very proper and polite, but you couldn't help it. Such a topic never even made it's way to your past conversations.

"Does your wife not want a child?"

You thought about it youself... it would be nice to have a little family with Ayato, with a cute little baby boy or girl to share your love for.

"I honestly don't know, never talked to her about it."

...

When Ayato went into your room for the night, you looked at him intently, much to his surprise.

"Is there something on my face, darling?" He asked, as your gaze never faltered.

You shook your head, then he merely shrugged off and went through his nighttime routine.

Still, his curiousity peaked when he went to lay down with you and you remained looking at him the same way.

"Umm, darling-"

"Yes, I do want a family with you."

Despite his cool and dignified self, Ayato couldn't hide his surprise at your sudden statement. Looking at his expression, you sighed, before doing what was the only thing that could make your husband even more at a lost for words.

You straddled him, sitting on his lap.

"Is... is that okay?" You asked when he didn't give a respond to your statement.

"Yes... please." You couldn't help but giggle, as your sly husband was at a lost for words.

"I would love to have a family with you."

Ayato's head started spinning.

His vision was getting blurry.

He was going to collapse.

Happy...

He looked so happy with you.

Even then, even now, he's happy... with you.

He just doesn't understand why... why you lied to him.

And as he fell on his knees from sheer exhaustion, his memory further gave answers.

"All of this happened because of a stupid fucking package, huh?" You flinched a bit when he cursed, feeling even more pathetic than you were a few minutes ago. It's even worse because it's true, all this did happened because of your package.

"I... I didn't k-know-" Your voice was soft and gentle, yet still full of shame. You sat on the couch with your head hung low.

"What is so fucking important that you had to ruin so much of our work?!" You couldn't answer, you just kept quiet, because to be honest, it wasn't anything important, and you were stupid for ordering it in the first place.

Your husband wiped his face with his hand in frustration, mumbling a bunch of other curse words. You stood up, walking closer to him and reaching your hand out to comfort him.

His hand caught yours, his eyes had finally bore into yours. His teeth almost seem to grind against each other, "You know... sometimes, I just wish...."

"Sometimes I wish I never met you."

All the blurry visions he has seen in his dream, suddenly they become clear.

He held the box tight, as he felt the most painful headache starting to form.

Tears filled his eyes.

He could no longer walk, but he saw... people, they were hurriedly walking to him, and he can faintly hear their worried murmurs.

Those words "he" said, he wishes to take them back down his throat, he wishes to delete the entire scene from existence.

Yet there was nothing he could do but cling on to the memory his brain had for him next.

"Excuse me, sir." He looked up, seeing a girl smile brightly at him, her umbrella covering the rain falling from the sky.

Ayato sat below a tree that barely covered him from the rain before, but he figured that it was better than getting completely soaked. So he was planning to stay there to wait the rain out.

"I noticed that you're kinda stranded here." The girl snickered a little, covering her mouth as she laughed.

Cute. He thought, her smile influenced his lips to do the same.

"Yes, I am quite in a predicament." She offered her hand to him, pulling him up to his feet. "Thank you very much, my lady." He flashed her a calm smile along with his thanks.

"Where are you going anyway? Perhaps I can accompany you so that you don't have to wait for the weather to calm?"

He was about to go back home, but it was still quite a long way away... he decided to take a chance.

"I was about to go for a meal. Though, I find it lonely to be alone during one. So... if you have nothing else to do, perhaps I can treat you to a meal." The girl looked up at him wide-eyed, not expecting to receive such an offer. "As a thank you, miss..." He indirectly asked for the girl's name.

"Y/N." You smiled brightly at him, the scene immediately lifted his mood even more. "And I would love to join you for a meal, sir..."

"Ayato, Kamisato Ayato." You almost let go of the umbrella, but he was quick to catch on, holding your hand that was holding the umbrella steady.

A pink tint exposed themselves on your cheeks, another thing he found cute about you, among many things. "The Yashiro Commissioner?" You questioned, avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm, how about we go to Uyuu Restaurant?" He didn't answer your question, but you were certain that it was him.

Fully letting go of the umbrella, you let him take the lead as you head into the city.

"I was quite enjoying holding your hand." You turned your gaze to him, shocked at his forward comment. His smile was still there on his face, if anything, it turned kind of sly.

Not knowing how to react, you stupidly offered your hand to him. "Umm, okay..." You wanted to immediately slap yourself, yet due to nervousness, your hand remained up for the offer.

'Go down, hand! How can he even hold it when he's holding the umbrella?!' You screamed in your head.

As if listening to your thoughts, the rain came to an immediate stop. And as the man behind you noticed, he closed the umbrella, humming as if he was pleased.

When he was done, he carried it with his other hand, leaving the hand close to yours free to hold.

Ayato slipped his hand into yours. "I appreciate your kindness, my lady."

You smiled, though quite nervous... almost in like a giddy way.

You didn't look at him, hoping he doesn't notice how your hand is shaking. You merely looked up to the stars.

A constellation stuck to your memory.

Ayato sat on the grass, his mind heavy as he held the box with one hand and his head the other.

Despite the unbearable pain... remembering you was nice. So he smiled as tears fell from his eyes.

He doesn't want to forget.

"Look, it's the Yashiro Commissioner!" A worried exclaim, one he could barely hear made him look up to see a bunch of people running to his aid.

"Please, inform Lady Kamisato about the situation." The words he heard last as he fell unconscious.

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Here's Part 3

This is really long because the first one was really short hehe. I really hope you liked it. And yes, I am really sorry for updating so late, and just not uploading in general. :((

I am now very busy, but I try. I love writing despite it taking over my sleep schedule and if only I was faster and more creative, I would have a lot for you guys.

See you when I see you ^-^

Might take months to post again ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Cod Monster Au Facts and Snippets

Requested: Yes! [Would love to see more headcanons on ur monster au, if you have anymore to spare 💖💖💖]

Warnings: slight angst and mentions of death in Ghost’s, implied mental torture in Alejandro’s

A/N: Enjoy!

Ghost

As mentioned in the previous part, Ghost is a fairly new vampire, turned back around the 50’s or so

He’s not sure exactly WHEN it was for two reasons

1) because of how much time had passed

2) because he spent like twenty or so years in a coffin six feet under after someone found him lying in an alley with his throat ripped out (and the poison takes a WHILE to fully set in)

Digging himself out of that one was…..weird. And disorienting.

Part of him was a bit sad to have probably missed the rest of what was left of his family’s lives with no clue on any of the future generations

But at the same time, he always felt himself a burden, something that brought torment into the lives of everyone he knew

He thinks they’d be better off without him anyways

Until you convince him otherwise

“Tommy had a kid, probably had another one or two after I was gone.” Ghost grumbles quietly, wondering why he let you talk him into this. Whatever sucker cursed with sharing blood with him was probably better off without his interference. But at the same time…..he yearned to know what had become of the rest of his family. To set things right for being forced to leave them behind all those years ago. “He’d be about 80 or so now, I think.”

“That’s a good start.” You tell him, resting your hand on his. With you, he was sure that he could do this. Even if it hurt that everyone he knew, even Tommy’s little baby, were probably gone.

Soap

In love with snout rubs and kisses

But not opposed to belly rubs as well

He takes such pride in his skin, making sure it’s always clean and pristine, shiny and smooth

Once he’s gotten a bit more comfortable with you around his skin, he’ll be begging you to touch it all the time

Might even ask you to wear it (*coughinbedcough*)

Low key curious if there’s a way to turn you into a selkie

If not, he’ll try and find just about anything else to turn you into cause he doesn’t want to live the rest of his very long life without you

Can and will explain selkies in depth to you with little to no prompting

Which leads to him blabbering about his family as well

“I’m the best swimmer in my family!” Soap tells you one evening as you walk together in shallow water on the beach, his smile full of excitement.

“Oh?” You ask, your own smile full of amusement.

“Yeah! My eldest brother, Jack, is the slowest. But my dad is pretty fast. And my sister, Isla, is pretty slow too, but not as slow as Jack. And my littlest brother Luca is almost as fast as me but not quite, and my little brother Harris is almost as fast as him. And my older brother Leo is-” Soap continues, blabbering so fast that the words all seem to blend together. But at least he was happy!

König

BIG AND FUZZY

So so fluffy

Like a big giant reddish-brown cloud

I hope you’re okay with slobber cause once he’s transformed, he’ll be all over you

Licking anywhere he can reach

He’ll also be very whiny if you try to stop cuddle sessions for any reason, even if it’s a necessity like going to the bathroom

It’s all part of his territorial thing, needing you to smell like him

HATES scented soaps and lotions and stuff for this very reason, cause it washes away his scent so much faster

“Seriously?” You asked, your arms crossed over your chest, eyes narrowed.

The giant bipedal wolf in front of you at least had the decency to look a little bit ashamed, surrounded by all the shredded up bottles of scented soaps and shampoos and other washing material. His ears folded back, a low whine rising from his giant maw.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” You grumble, making him perk up a bit, a dopey look of joy rising onto his face as his tail starts to wag, slapping against the wall and knocking over various items from the shelves. “…..you’re cleaning that up.”

Alejandro

Alejandro likes to hang out in dreams a lot, even when he’s not making them sexual to feed off of someone

For you, he’ll always make your dreams good (when he’s not making them sexy anyways)

And while usually he doesn’t interfere in the dreams of others, he will not hesitate to give anyone who pisses him off nightmares

This includes people who get close to you

Nobody is safe on the off chance that they’re unkind to you

“Alejandro.”

“Yes, Mi Amor?” He asks, an innocent look on his face. One that means he is certainly not innocent.

“Why is my cousin in a mental hospital spouting about demons in his dreams?” Your brow twitches as you say this and Alejandro can’t help but find it cute.

“I don’t know! Maybe someone thought he was treating his family horribly and deserved to be taken down a notch or two.” Alejandro says, his smile growing mischievous, even when you flick his ear. “Ow.”

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totallynotlx · 7 months

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Benefactor

A/N: In honor of my precious, beloved boys. You both deserved the world but they did you so wrong. Also yes, I hurt myself writing this thankssssss

Tags: Dad!Gojo Agenda, a bit of fluff I guess?, Hurt / No Comfort coz I am hurting rn

Word Count: 745

Benefactor

It's the word that Megumi would always associate Gojo with. He wasn't particularly fond of the man, but he doesn't despise him either... not always anyway. He owes him that much, at least. The man had no business adopting two kids when he was just sixteen. But he did it. Sure, he wasn't the perfect role model, but he remembers how much he cared for them.

He made the effort to celebrate his and Tsumiki's birthdays the first year he took them in. Christmas was extravagant, too. That's where Megumi discovered his disgusting addiction to sweets. The table was full of it. Some of which he and Tsumiki haven't tried before. Tsumiki was ecstatic, with bits of icing on her cheek as she ate, while Megumi was more content with the peppermint candy canes. He also made sure they had presents.

When school came around, Gojo took care of everything. He was still too young to enter Jujutsu High, so he ensured they had a proper education. He made sure they had everything, from their needs to their wants.

"He's weird. But he's not a bad adult." He remembers Tsumiki's words all those years ago after Gojo took them in. Megumi would argue that she shouldn't be too trusting since it may still be a political ploy, but it never happened.

Gojo genuinely did care for them. He made Tsumiki laugh. When he found out they comforted him, he gave Megumi stuffed animals that resembled his curse techniques. He vaguely remembers him tucking them both to bed when they fell asleep on the couch. He made sure they had a roof over their heads. He ensured Megumi pursued his other interests that didn't revolve around jujutsu sorcery. And even though Megumi was mature for his age, he tried his best to give him a sense of a normal childhood. Even when he became such a rebellious teen, Gojo was there, always patient with the same stupid grin. He didn't reprimand him as Tsumiki did, but he tried to guide him in his own way. The training sessions would be longer, harder even, but he never shouted at him, was never mad at him, or was never frustrated with him.

"You have the potential to be on par with me, Megumi." Gojo's words echoed in his mind, crystal clear. "So you gotta keep a level head."

Thoughts began to swirl endlessly in his clouded mind as the memory faded. It was like almost seeing a ghost, always flitting through, never materializing. Images came and went like his own shallow breathing. It was getting harder to breathe. His chest felt like it was getting constricted by some unknown force, and he felt hot all over.

He recognizes the sensation. Pain.

Subconsciously, Megumi grits his teeth, his nails digging into the inside of his palm. The dull sensation becomes more and more apparent with each second. His head was throbbing, and his vision blurred for a moment.

Take a good look, brat.

The voice that invaded his mind was unwelcome and brash. Slowly, the darkness morphs into a blurry scenery, like his eyes are camera lenses trying to focus on a subject. And that subject is at his feet.

He can make out the gray concrete now, rough and cracked as someone laid down on it.

Why is someone lying on the concrete?

Megumi hears a sharp intake of breath, eyes trying their best to focus on the source of the sound. Red liquid pooled on the ground. Blood. That's when he notices a familiar white tousled hair. Albeit he doesn't see it often, he grew up seeing him casually wearing his hair down around both of them siblings. His senses were sharper now. His vision finally focuses on the figure on the ground.

Benefactor.

It's that one word that Megumi would always use to describe Gojo to everyone if asked about their relationship. But right now, he can barely remember the word.

"Gojo-sensei..?" His words were a mere whisper. Gojo only blinks away the tears in his eyes in response, eyes slowly losing their luminescent blue luster. Warm streaks drip down from Megumi's eyes. Tears.

"Dad?"

A faint smile appears on Gojo's lips, and with one final blink, he loses the life behind those signature blue eyes of his, and silence descends upon them both. It was a grief so great that Megumi could only stand there in silence, mourning the only father he ever knew.

Inspired by this tweet that shared this very hurtful tiktok :')

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venor (13) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 7,347

○ Warnings: Chasing, what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, Taehyung’s got a big dick (in every universe imo), size difference, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, scenting, marking, jealousy, pet names, more weird dick jokes

○ Notes: Another cliche, smutty, fluffy chapter, pls don't @ me. I also didn't proofread this so I'm sorry 😩

○ Post Date: April 7, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Series Masterlist

Only one thing comes between Jungkook and Taehyung's relationship: winter break.

The end of the semester sneaks up on them quicker than Jungkook expects, despite Professor Jung's weekly warning that their Art History final project deadline is looming over their heads. School and work are conveniently forgotten when one is in love. The sun shines brighter, the air feels crisper, and more often than not, Jungkook wakes up with Taehyung's face snuggled in his neck and Taehyung's limbs flung over his body. He's such a big, bad tiger, yet he loves cuddles; it makes Jungkook's heart swell every time.

Knowing that this domestic bliss will be severed by two months of Jungkook stuck in his parents' house, forced to give up his autonomy in exchange for suffering through their old-fashioned ways, creates a creeping sense of anxiety in his chest. He loves his parents, but life in Seoul has opened his eyes to a more adventurous, accepting, and worthwhile world than the rigid, closed-minded way his parents choose to live. Two months stuck in the house with them and away from Taehyung sounds like a nightmare.

"What're you thinking about?" Taehyung's morning voice rumbles in his chest and vibrates against Jungkook's. He speaks with his face still pressed to Jungkook's neck, so his question is muffled.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, bun," Taehyung says, running his nose up and down Jungkook's neck, triggering a smattering of goosebumps in his wake. "You smell distressed."

Lately, Taehyung has started letting Jungkook in on his little secrets, like the fact that his predator hybrid senses allow him to more accurately sense changes in other hybrids' moods by their scent. Looking back, Jungkook can pinpoint moments when Taehyung seemed to know exactly how he felt, even when Jungkook thought he was being subtle. Then again, Jungkook has never been very subtle around Taehyung. He's not sure his crush on the boy would let him.

Jungkook's feelings are more than a crush now. Sometimes, he wonders if Taehyung can tell that he's in love with him. Suyun and Yoongi say it's obvious, but Jungkook still has trouble reading Taehyung's steady nature.

"I'm nervous about the end of the semester," Jungkook admits.

"Because of finals and stuff?"

"A little bit…"

Absent-mindedly, Jungkook massages Taehyung's head, sifting his fingers through the soft curls until he finds the fur of his striped ears to gently scratch them. In return, a soft purr hums from Taehyung's throat. Something about the sound and vibrations feels calming, maybe even healing.

They stay like this for a while, curled up against each other. Jungkook's eyes are closed, and his breathing is shallow as Taehyung thoroughly scents him. A kiss near his temple, one just below the corner of his jaw, another more of a suck of his skin than a kiss at the center of his throat. It's hard to focus on anything when Taehyung shifts, half his body lying on top of Jungkook, giving him access to the other side of Jungkook's neck. His breath blankets Jungkook's sensitive skin as he huffs a low, quiet laugh when his thigh brushes against Jungkook's hard cock.

They haven't had sex since the first time, not because of a lack of interest but because Jungkook wants to take things slow. This sudden interest in sex has left Jungkook shaken up a bit. It's so unlike anything he has experienced before that he's suddenly afraid of his own sexual desires. Taehyung made one joke about fucking like rabbits, and Jungkook has been self-conscious about his sex drive ever since.

"After we pick up our flower pots, we can go over the presentation?" Taehyung offers once he seems satisfied with his job of scenting Jungkook.

"I'll reserve a study room in the library."

While Jungkook gets his phone to make the online reservation through the university's library, Taehyung rolls off the bed. He lands on his feet, and Jungkook wonders if he's like a cat and always does. The thought makes him giggle, and he shrugs when Taehyung's head tilts and his ears swivel in confusion.

Snow blankets the ground in a dusty sheet. It may not be much now, but weather forecasts predict heavier snow in the coming weeks. Jungkook can't believe the year has gone by so quickly and figures it must be Taehyung's fault.

Unbothered by the cold weather, Taehyung pulls a thin white hoodie with the university's basketball team's logo over his t-shirt. His black tapered joggers are just as thin and poorly insulated, and Jungkook is sure that the matching basketball shoes Taehyung will probably wear when they leave won't be much warmer. Predators and their body heat. It makes Jungkook roll his eyes, even as his heart flutters when Taehyung opens the second drawer in his dresser where some of Jungkook's clothes permanently live now.

"Are you in a comfy mood or a cute mood?" Taehyung looks over his shoulder to see Jungkook still sprawled on the bed. His gaze runs along Jungkook's body, probably admiring his exposed legs and how soft he looks in one of Taehyung's baggy t-shirts that he often wears to bed.

"My comfy clothes are cute clothes," Jungkook pouts.

"Right, of course."

"You can pick out whatever you want me to wear."

Taehyung has great fashion on most days, but it's different from Jungkook's. Still, he does well choosing an outfit: light blue straight-leg jeans with pink hearts printed on them and a fuzzy white sweater that falls just enough to expose part of Jungkook's shoulder. How coy.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Jungkook gives Taehyung his starry doe eyes, the most innocent look he can muster—not that it's particularly difficult. Jungkook is an angel.

"What?" Taehyung smiles, genuinely confused.

Jungkook could tell him now. Those three words are ready to burst out of him, a broken dam, a busted floodgate. Taehyung picked out pink hearts! Jungkook could tell him.

"Nothing." Jungkook stands on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Taehyung's shoulders and nuzzle his neck. "You're just cute."

Jungkook will tell him later.

In the kitchen, Hoseok is reheating fried rice. He looks very domestic yet highly fashionable in his lavender matching silk pajama set. When Jungkook sits at the kitchen table, Hoseok’s face lights up.

“Jungkook-ah! I didn’t realize you were here. Good thing I have a lot of leftovers.”

Hoseok motions for Jungkook to grab one of the three bowls while he prepares a fourth one. Before Jungkook can ask him why he has made so much food, Jimin slinks into the room, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

“Good morning, Jungkook,” Jimin mumbles as he flops into one of the kitchen chairs.

“Good morning, hyung.”

Jimin is disheveled, his hair sticking up so high that it nearly hides his ears, and his t-shirt wrinkled. Jungkook can’t tell if he’s wearing shorts under his shirt, so he avoids looking, just in case. The shirt is definitely one of Hoseok’s; it has the university’s basketball team’s logo. All the players got one. Jungkook has worn Taehyung’s before.

Hoseok brings Jimin a bowl of rice, pausing to kiss the top of his head before placing it on the table. It’s cute how Jimin purrs, even if it’s brief because he seems to remember that Jungkook is there and abruptly stops, cheeks aflame.

Making it clear that he’s minding his own business, Jungkook eats while scrolling through his phone and wonders if everyone else knows that Jimin and Hoseok are together, and perhaps Jungkook has been oblivious this whole time. Another part of him wonders if his poor Yoongi hyung knows, too. It's obvious that Yoongi has a crush on both of them, even if he yells at Jungkook to shut up whenever he tries to talk about it. Honestly, the yelling is what makes it so obvious.

“How long have you been up, hyung?” Jungkook asks Hoseok, who seems chipper and wide awake compared to Jimin’s zombie stare as he eats.

“For a few hours, but not too long. Yoongi hyung’s work alarm woke me up at the ass crack of dawn–”��

“Hyung!” Jimin snaps, suddenly very alert. He gives Hoseok a pointed look, but Jungkook’s head is already reeling.

“Yoongi was here?” Taehyung asks, causing the other three men to jump in their seats.

“Shit, Taehyung, you can’t do that to me,” Hoseok whines with his hand pressed over his heart. “I’m too fragile.”

With a snort, Taehyung grabs some rice and a carton of strawberry milk. Jimin curls his upper lip at the food combination when Taehyung sits beside him.

“Why was Yoongi here?” Taehyung talks through a mouthful of rice and Jungkook knows he’s down bad because Taehyung is so cute.

When neither Hoseok nor Jimin answers his question, Taehyung arches an eyebrow at Jungkook. Hoseok is pink in the face and stares at his rice. Jimin glares at Hoseok, mid-chew.

“Are the three of you fucking?”

“Taehyung!” Jimin snaps, redirecting his glare.

Jungkook keeps his eyes on Hoseok, the one who is the worst at telling lies. That’s probably why he hasn’t said or done anything.

With a grin, Taehyung shoves more rice into his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jungkook immediately opens his text messages with Yoongi and demands to know what’s going on, just as Hoseok tries to grab his phone.

“Jungkook-ah, you shouldn’t bother him while he’s at work!” Hoseok insists, but Jungkook scoots away from the table before Hoseok can reach him.

“Call him, bun,” Taehyung instigates things and gets a kick to the shin from Jimin.

There is no way Yoongi could possibly hide something like this from Jungkook! It’s hurtful! After everything he confided in Yoongi regarding Taehyung, Jungkook gets this in return? Unbelievable.

“I’m leaving.” Jimin grabs his bowl and stomps out of the kitchen, slamming Hoseok’s bedroom door behind him.

Satisfied by the mess he’s created, Taehyung leans back in his chair and sips his strawberry milk.

“This makes a lot of sense, actually, since male snake hybrids have two dicks…” Taehyung grins when Hoseok slaps him on the arm.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Taehyung.”

Jungkook looks up from the long text message he’s crafting to Yoongi and stares hard at Hoseok.

“Hyung…”

“A boy for each dick.”

“Taehyung, I swear to god.”

“What?” Taehyung props his elbows on the table and leans forward with a dark look. “You told Jungkook that I have a cheese grater dick. I’m just returning the favor by explaining your anatomy. So how do you do it, hyung? Do they both just climb on top–”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Hoseok pushes himself away from the table and nearly flips his chair backward. Like Jimin, Hoseok grabs his bowl and leaves the kitchen, giving Taehyung his middle finger on the way out.

Once Hoseok’s bedroom door is slammed shut again, Jungkook turns to Taehyung.

“Does Hobi hyung really…”

Taehyung’s devilish grin makes Jungkook’s stomach flip.

“Nah, he doesn’t. That’s a myth, too. I just wanted revenge.”

“I really hate you for putting that image in my head…” Jungkook grumbles as he finishes his 5 paragraph essay to Yoongi. It’s impossible to genuinely be mad at Taehyung, though, especially when his laugh brings so much warmth to Jungkook’s chest.

Considering their eventful morning, Jungkook thinks he worked up enough courage between eating breakfast and their short walk to the Art academic building to confess to Taehyung. It’s the third time they’ve visited the studio together, the second being when Taehyung taught Jungkook how to glaze his flower pot, Jungkook choosing a shiny mix of pink and beige to paint the entire thing. Unsurprisingly, Taehyung went with darker colors, swirls of navy blue and forest green. Since glazes are tricky in the kiln, it may be surprising what their flower pots look like now that they’ve been re-fired.

Everyone says the third time’s a charm, but this third time in the studio is a nightmare when another person falls in line with Jungkook and Taehyung as they walk down the hall toward the studio doors. For once, Jungkook thinks he’d like to catch a break. First, it was Byungchul attempting to ruin his relationship with Taehyung; now, it’s Ten’s annoying habit of showing up at the most inconvenient times.

“Hey, Taehyungie hyung,” Ten sneaks up beside Taehyung and squeezes his bicep, the one Jungkook isn’t clinging to. He leans forward to give Jungkook a toothy smile. “And hello, Jungkook-ah. What are you guys up to? Going to the studio?”

Obviously, they’re going to the studio, Jungkook thinks as they reach the only door at this end of the hall. Where else would they be going? He wants to sass Ten, but his parents raised him to be polite, so he can’t find it in him to answer Ten’s question.

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums as he holds the studio’s door open for Jungkook and Ten. “Jungkookie and I are just here to pick up some projects we worked on a few weeks ago.”

For a moment, Jungkook’s heart plummets when Taehyung pulls his arm out of his grasp, but he smiles once Taehyung holds his hand instead. Leaving Ten to put on an apron and prep for whatever he’s working on, Taehyung leads Jungkook to a little side room where the kiln is. Their projects are in the bottom of the machine to rest and cool for a few days. About a dozen other projects are resting with their flower pots.

Jungkook lets Taehyung take theirs out, too worried about knocking things over to try getting on his tiptoes to reach inside the kiln himself.

“Yours came out so pretty, bun,” Taehyung observes, gently passing the flower pot into Jungkook’s hands. “You did fucking great for your first time sculpting.”

The flower pot is pretty, just as shiny and easy on the eyes as Jungkook wanted it to be. The pink and beige hues will nicely complement whatever green plant he chooses to put in it. Taehyung’s end product is equally as pretty. The colors remind Jungkook of the sea on a stormy day, and he thinks they fit Taehyung well.

Taehyung carries his flower pot in the crook of his arm and fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket, smiling through his struggle as Jungkook giggles at him.

“Let me take a picture.”

Jungkook holds his flower pot next to his face and side-eyes it, raising his eyebrows and pouting with goofy, puckered lips.

“Why are you so cute?” Taehyung asks, but Jungkook knows the picture is likely terrible quality. The kiln room is tiny, leaving little space for Taehyung to take a proper picture that isn’t too close-up, and the lighting is dim. Still, Taehyung looks at his phone like he’s just photographed something award-worthy.

“Bunnies are naturally cute,” Jungkook bites his lip in a hesitant smile when Taehyung leans into him.

“You’re the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

Taehyung tilts his head slightly to the side and bumps his sharp nose against Jungkook’s button nose. His breath is hot against Jungkook’s face, and it comes out in little puffs as he laughs at Jungkook’s squirming.

“What’re you doing?” Taehyung bumps their noses again and tries to press his lips against Jungkook’s, but Jungkook wiggles away.

“You’re making me nervous!”

“How?”

Their teeth click against each other, Taehyung laughing and Jungkook giving a scrunched bunny smile. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s so giggly and nervous, but it might be because he’s in a tight spot with the boy he loves and can’t hold still with so much affection swelling inside him. Taehyung is suffocating him in the best way.

Rising up on his toes, Jungkook kisses Taehyung, something soft and sweet. Jungkook rarely initiates kisses, but ever since he and Taehyung became official, he’s felt more confident in seeking the affection he craves. It pleases Taehyung, too. When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves a boxy grin on Taehyung’s face.

“Baby,” Taehyung whispers with his fingers hooking in Jungkook’s belt loops to pull him closer.

“Yeah?”

The term of endearment makes Jungkook’s soul light up. His soul may even fly away, lift off, and soar to heaven when Taehyung’s cheeks turn pink, and he nibbles on his bottom lip with rare nervousness. They need to be more careful about being touchy, giggly messes while holding their precious ceramic creations.

“I know I don’t always say the right things, but I wanted you to know—”

“What are you guys doing in here?” Ten flings the door to the kiln room open, momentarily blinding Jungkook from how brightly the studio’s lights shine compared to the dim lighting in the kiln room. “Professor Choi won’t like students hooking up next to expensive equipment.”

“Oh, like you haven’t,” Taehyung teases Ten, and a strange part of Jungkook gets annoyed that it doesn’t make Ten blush or appear flustered. Instead, Taehyung’s teasing seems to encourage Ten’s obnoxious behavior.

Shrugging, Ten gives Taehyung a coy look and says simply, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Jungkook wants to wipe that smug look off Ten’s face! How, he doesn’t know, but he certainly wants to. Resisting the instinctual urge to stamp his feet, Jungkook spins around to look Ten in his piercing eyes.

“Don’t worry, last time Taehyung bent me over and fucked me on that table,” Jungkook points to the table Ten is using to work on his latest project, “So no broken expensive equipment.”

Twisting to the side, Taehyung violently coughs into his elbow. Cocky satisfaction buzzes through Jungkook, pleased that he elicited not only a strong reaction from Ten, whose face turns bright red, but from Taehyung as well.

“Well,” Taehyung exhales loudly once he can speak again, “We’ll see you around…”

Ten nods and avoids either of their gazes, quickly turning around to stare at his work table. Jungkook sincerely hopes he can’t get the image of Taehyung fucking Jungkook out of his head and that he has to move his project because of it after they’ve left.

“Bun, what the hell was that!” Taehyung exclaims once he has pulled Jungkook into the hallway.

Batting his eyes, Jungkook smiles sweetly at Taehyung and cradles his flower pot to his chest.

“A little lie never hurt anyone.”

“I…” Taehyung lets out a disbelieving laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”

He hasn’t. Jungkook smirks and shrugs; there’s nothing more to say.

Shaking his head, Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand in his and leads him out of the building. He mutters about how Jungkook has turned into some kind of menace since he met him and wonders if this is somehow his fault. All Jungkook can do is laugh because Ten got what he deserved. It’s rare now that Jungkook can fluster Taehyung, so he celebrates the small victories whenever possible.

Never mind that the fake scenario Jungkook cooked up for Ten is kind of hot…

Jungkook keeps that thought buried in the back of his mind as he and Taehyung drop off their flower pots at Taehyung’s dorm in exchange for their backpacks. The library study room Jungkook reserved is next on their agenda for the day. Much of Jungkook’s time with Taehyung is spent not doing their school assignments, so he’s determined to keep them on track. They only have a handful of standard classes before final exams begin and final projects are due. If there ever was a time to get their shit together, it would be now.

Luckily, Jungkook and Taehyung are strong students when they aren’t together. Despite his cool guy persona, Taehyung takes school very seriously. Like Jungkook, Taehyung is motivated by the desire to perform well for his parents, which is a sign of respect for the sacrifices they made to get him a good education. Jungkook’s motivation comes with a twinge of fear that he will disappoint his parents if he doesn't perform well. Unfortunately, that comes with the reality of having strict parents.

The thing is, their parents aren’t here to encourage or scold them. Jungkook finds it easy to become distracted by Taehyung’s presence, even when all they’re doing is sitting across from each other while they work on assignments, Jungkook working on some code on his laptop and Taehyung sketching a design for his final sculpture project. Taehyung’s fingers are pretty curved around his pencil. When Taehyung looks up at him through his curly bangs, Jungkook feels his stomach dip with a sensation that flirts with the line between anxiety and arousal.

After a while, hunger replaces the strange sensations in Jungkook’s stomach, gnawing and gurgling at him. Since they started their day late, it's well past lunchtime, but Jungkook is determined to run through their Art History presentation before they leave the library.

“Can you stop looking at me like that?”

Taehyung squints at Jungkook from behind a podium in the front of the room. Their presentation is projected on the whiteboard behind him, skipped ahead to his part. Rigid, his face scrunched into a frown, he looks more awkward than Jungkook has ever witnessed him.

“Looking at you like what?” Jungkook asks with a smile. He sits on the table and swings his legs because they don’t touch the floor.

Irritated, Taehyung’s tail swishes back and forth, curling around the outside of his ankles with each whipping motion.

“I don’t know, just don’t look at me.”

Biting his bottom lip, Jungkook muffles a giggle as Taehyung reviews his project notes scrawled on a wrinkled piece of paper lying on the podium. Never would he have guessed that extroverted, charismatic Taehyung is afraid of public speaking.

“Taehyung…”

“What?” Taehyung frowns. “Jungkook, I’m serious, it’s not funny.”

Jungkook isn’t bothering Taehyung on purpose. He just can’t get over how precious he looks, stiff-limbed and pouty, with a light pink hue blooming across the honey-gold skin of his cheeks.

There’s a lot that they don’t know about each other. Rather than being discouraged by that, Jungkook finds each new bit of information learned a blessing. How wonderful is it to learn new things about someone you love? He gets to continuously discover Taehyung, just as Taehyung gets to learn more “Jungkook lore,” as he calls it. They’re young; they have so much time to evolve and discover new things about themselves, together.

Maybe Jungkook is naive. Maybe he’s falling deep because Taehyung is his first boyfriend, and no one finds true love in their first relationship. As he hops off the table to stand on his tiptoes in front of Taehyung with his arms around his neck, Jungkook decides that he doesn’t care about any of that. He doesn’t care that he’s young, naive, and inexperienced. He doesn’t care that he and Taehyung aren’t supposed to be together.

Jungkook will tell him what he’s been wanting to tell him for quite some time, and he will do it now.

“You’re going to do an amazing job,” Jungkook insists, pulling Taehyung into a tight hug.

“I’m gonna get up there and forget everything.”

“If you freeze, I’ll do the talking. You know I’m good at that!”

Jungkook hums when Taehyung’s hands wrap around his waist to tug him flush to his body. They fit together so well, with Taehyung strong enough to support Jungkook when he feels like he’ll turn to mush from how gently Taehyung holds him. The feeling only grows stronger when Taehyung bows his head to tuck his face against Jungkook’s neck and tickles his skin when he inhales deeply.

“Baby,” Taehyung whispers, his lips tracing down Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s body grows hot from the smooth and deep sound of Taehyung’s voice.

“Yes?”

Taehyung’s next inhale trembles. He tightens his hold on Jungkook’s waist and presses a kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s jaw before pulling back far enough to look Jungkook in the eyes.

“I love you,” Taehyung says with a timid smile.

He watches Jungkook’s expression with attentive eyes that glow a warm amber far more comforting than the fluorescent lighting in the study room. They shift between focusing on Jungkook’s eyes and his parted lips. Leaving Taehyung waiting must be torture. Jungkook doesn’t mean to prolong the suspense or make Taehyung reconsider admitting his feelings, but he can’t formulate words. Blood rushes to Jungkook’s head, forcing his heartbeat into his eardrums as it pounds so frantically that Jungkook feels lightheaded.

“I wanted to say it first,” Jungkook blurts out, his tone breathy. He's clearly overwhelmed by the slew of emotions flooding him.

“What?” Taehyung laughs, “You wanted to say you love me before I said it to you?”

Jungkook nods, still feeling out of breath.

Taehyung loves him. Taehyung loves him, and he said it first. Jungkook wasn’t even sure if Taehyung would say it back, but he said it first.

“So, you love me?” Jungkook nods, but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I wanna hear you say it, bun.”

Taehyung’s timid smile grows into a confident and boxy one. It makes butterflies emerge in Jungkook’s stomach because that look is for him.

“I love you, Tae,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s mouth before he leans in to nibble on Jungkook’s bottom lip.

“I love you so much, baby.”

Taehyung speaks in between kisses that feel like they’ll bruise. Jungkook can hardly keep up as Taehyung leans in further, nearly bending Jungkook backward as he bites and sucks his lips, occasionally shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth and coaxing Jungkook to share his passion. It feels rushed initially, Taehyung’s hands slipping beneath Jungkook’s sweater to squeeze his waist and force him to grind against his body. But Taehyung’s mouth is slow as it leaves Jungkook’s to trail kisses along his jaw instead and eventually drops to suck on the skin where his scent gland is.

“Tae,” Jungkook moans and digs his fingers in Taehyung’s curls to hold him in place as Taehyung laps at the invisible spot where his scent gland is, licking and swirling the smooth skin until all that surrounds them is the sweet, floral smell of Jungkook’s arousal.

The burning desire pulsing through Jungkook’s body deepens when Taehyung scrapes his teeth against his skin. They could mate right now. Taehyung could bite him, permanently marking him with the scarred puncture of his teeth in his neck so everyone would know that Jungkook belonged to him. It would hurt terribly, but Jungkook wants it. They’re in love; why should they deny what their instincts tell them to do, even if tiger hybrids aren’t supposed to mate with bunny hybrids?

The desire to submit to Taehyung is so strong that it scares Jungkook, so he quickly tugs on Taehyung’s hair to pull him away from his neck.

When Jungkook meets Taehyung’s gaze, he understands why he’s so overcome with desire and heat, why his mind is telling him to do things he usually doesn’t. One look at Taehyung’s dark eyes with dilated pupils, and Jungkook knows.

“Bun,” Taehyung’s call is rough, nearly a growl.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to him. He twists from Taehyung’s grasp and nearly knocks over a chair to reach his backpack. Shoving his laptop and planner inside, Jungkook doesn’t bother checking what Taehyung is doing. He throws the study room’s door open and rushes down the hall. Conveniently, they’re on the ground level, making it easy for Jungkook to slip out of the front doors. The cold afternoon air paralyzes Jungkook’s lungs and cools his blood. He’s breathing so hard that he’s nearly hyperventilating. Each inhale hurts, but the situation thrills him. All he can think about is running. He has to find somewhere to hide. Instincts tell him to go home, but his heart urges him toward Taehyung’s apartment.

Campus clears out on snowy days. Very few people go outside on the weekends, so Jungkook has little trouble weaving through people, taking the sidewalks between the predators’ side of campus and the coed middle grounds. Despite Jungkook’s hurried pace, nearly a light jog, he doesn’t draw much attention to himself with the hood of his coat pulled over his head to hide his ears. The hood prevents him from seeing if Taehyung is catching up to him, but he’s too focused on getting away to check.

Something about the prickling of the hairs on his forearms and the back of his neck, despite being protected from the cold, makes Jungkook think that Taehyung is near. He feels like he’s being watched, crept upon. Reaching the dorm, his heart falls into his stomach when he belatedly remembers that he can’t get inside. His keycard only gives him entrance to prey hybrid dorms.

He could wait for someone to exit the building and quickly slip inside after them, but he can't get into Taehyung’s apartment unit unless Hoseok is home! But Jungkook really hopes Hoseok isn’t home.

Before Jungkook can panic about what to do, firm hands spin him around and shove him against the side of the building. His backpack protects him from hitting the wall, but he still gets the air knocked out of him.

“Think you can run away from me, bun?” Taehyung’s hands slide from Jungkook’s waist to palm his ass, squeezing it when Jungkook gasps.

“N-No,” Jungkook stutters when one of Taehyung’s hands slides underneath his coat to play with his fluffy tail.

“You like riling me up.”

Jungkook does. He likes it when Taehyung towers over him, his amber eyes turn dark, and his smooth voice turns gravelly. He likes the prickle of fear that heightens his senses when Taehyung gets like this and how it triggers something inside Jungkook that he’s never felt before — even if it’s unknown and scary.

“I told you I love you, and you ran away from me,” Taehyung growls against Jungkook’s throat, and Jungkook realizes how bad that looks.

Taehyung has gotten like this a handful of times before. Each time, his affection for Jungkook or his desire to protect him triggered the almost feral switch in his personality. Jungkook shouldn’t have left Taehyung alone after he’d been so brave by confessing his love.

“I’m sorry, Tae. I didn’t mean to.”

“Why did you do it?” Taehyung sounds genuinely hurt, and Jungkook’s heart breaks.

“I got scared.”

Taehyung whines and shoves his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Not of you!” Jungkook quickly reaches for Taehyung’s ears, scratching them and playing with the curls surrounding them. “Not you, Tae. I was scared of… myself and how I reacted.”

“Don’t understand,” Taehyung murmurs. The hand that had been playing with Jungkook’s tail is now gripping his throat so Taehyung can tilt his neck to scent him.

They’re doing this in public. Few people have ventured outside, but they’re in the open, easily seen even by the predator hybrids in their dormitories. Jungkook’s mind is so foggy with the comforting pleasure of Taehyung’s scent mixing with his and the lust that shoots through him every time Taehyung squeezes his ass to coax his hips to grind against his.

“I want things,” Jungkook says with a shudder rippling through his body when Taehyung gently bites his neck.

Taehyung groans impatiently, “What?”

“To, um,” Jungkook feels his face heat up when Taehyung steps back to look at him. He’s never felt more embarrassed in his life. “Submit… to you…” he whispers the rest and is unable to look Taehyung in the eyes. As a predator hybrid, Taehyung will know what Jungkook means, likely even more than Jungkook understands himself.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook’s legs feel like jelly when Taehyung tugs him through the dormitory’s front doors. He trips up the stairs, relying on Taehyung to keep him from falling as they make their way to his apartment. With a face hardened by determination, Taehyung doesn’t even let Jungkook take off his shoes once they stumble into the entryway of his apartment. He kneels to pull Jungkook’s boots off while Jungkook unzips his coat. They must be loud, stomping, breathing heavily, and Taehyung throwing shoes into the corner, because Hoseok peeks around the corner from the living room.

“Hey guys! What’s—”

“Hyung, I’m gonna fuck Jungkook right now,” Taehyung interrupts and both Hoseok and Jungkook’s eyes widen at how explicit and blunt he is. “So if you don’t wanna hear it, you should leave.”

“Oh.” Hoseok watches as Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s wrist and leads him down the hallway.

Sorry, Jungkook mouths, afraid to hurt Taehyung’s feelings if he says it out loud. Despite being bossed around by a very demanding Taehyung, Hoseok simply grins.

“Taehyung, I can’t believe you kicked Hobi hyung out,” Jungkook playfully scolds Taehyung once his bedroom door is closed. His giggles die when Taehyung grabs him by the front of his sweater and pulls him toward the bed.

“No offense, but I don’t care about hyung right now.”

A bit of clarity has returned to Taehyung’s features. His pupils aren’t as dilated, and his voice is still deep but no longer distorted. The tingle of power radiating from him still exists, though, keeping Jungkook’s skin hot and fear in his chest.

“Okay,” Jungkook nods and lets Taehyung pull his sweater over his head.

Taehyung quickly removes the rest of Jungkook’s clothes, replacing them with kisses covering each strip of exposed skin as he tugs off his jeans. All the attention makes Jungkook shy. This being only the second time he’s been intimate with Taehyung, Jungkook feels like he still doesn’t know what to do as Taehyung kisses him and guides his hands to the waistband of his joggers, encouraging Jungkook to pull them down. Jungkook is timid with each brush of his fingers against Taehyung’s skin. He admires how toned his body is, naturally lean as a predator hybrid, with muscles that Jungkook has to work to get.

“Bun,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips as he slips his fingers through his silky, dark hair and lightly tugs. “Are you gonna submit to me?”

The gentle yet dirty question makes Jungkook whimper despite his embarrassment at being reminded of his confession. He opens his eyes when Taehyung encourages him to tilt his head back by lightly pulling his hair. Even though Taehyung is speaking and behaving more like himself, there’s still a wild look in his eyes.

“Y-Yes,” Jungkook nods, and Taehyung slowly lets go of his hair.

“Good bun. Let me see.”

Kneeling on Taehyung’s bed, Jungkook slowly eases himself down onto his forearms, keeping his upper body low to the bed and his ass up. He’s been in this position before with Taehyung, but something feels different about it now. Perhaps it’s because this isn’t just a quick fuck. Love is involved this time. Maybe that’s naive and cliche, but Jungkook feels it when Taehyung runs his hands along his back.

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Taehyung presses his thumbs into the muscles of Jungkook’s back, where he must feel knots and points of tension, massaging Jungkook until he’s a puddle on the bed. Taehyung is always taking care of Jungkook. Part of Jungkook feels bad; all he’s done is give Taehyung a handjob. He’s still shy and unsure about what to do, but it doesn’t seem like Taehyung cares.

To adjust Jungkook’s position, Taehyung grabs his hips and pulls him back until he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed, allowing Taehyung to stand behind him. Jungkook falls forward even more when Taehyung stands between his legs so he can spread Jungkook’s knees as wide as he wants.

“Do you always get this wet, or is it just me?” Taehyung asks as he rubs his fingers around Jungkook’s rim. Jungkook doesn’t turn around to look at him, but he can hear the cocky attitude in his tone, and it makes him even wetter.

“Just you,” Jungkook moans when Taehyung squeezes his hip and presses two fingers inside him.

His response isn’t a lie to stroke Taehyung’s ego; Jungkook has never even cum more than once on his own. Something about Taehyung brings out this needy, desperate, depraved version of Jungkook. Taehyung is slow as he fucks Jungkook with his fingers, twisting and crooking them so they hit his prostate with each thrust. He massages it, pressing hard enough to make Jungkook’s legs shake, before pulling back again.

“You’re even wetter than last time.”

Jungkook hopes Hoseok really did leave because his moans grow louder as Taehyung uses his free hand to reach around Jungkook and squeeze his cock.

“Is it because I love you?” Taehyung asks softly against the nape of Jungkook’s neck when he leans over him and rolls his palm over the head of Jungkook’s cock. “Is that why you’re so wet, baby?”

Jungkook lets out a breathy whine and tries to push back against Taehyung’s fingers when he stops moving them.

“Oh, it is,” Taehyung grins against Jungkook's shoulder, his teeth pressed into his skin.

“Taehyung, please.”

It’s not fair that Taehyung can read Jungkook like this. It makes Jungkook’s face heat up, especially when it’s obvious how his body reacts to Taehyung’s teasing.

Kissing Jungkook’s nape, Taehyung’s lips follow his spine until he reaches his tail, skipping over that and leaving a kiss on each cheek. His hot breath and soft lips tickle, and Jungkook almost giggles until he feels Taehyung slip his cock between his cheeks. Taehyung grinds against him, slicking up his cock and making Jungkook moan every time the head of his cock catches against Jungkook’s rim.

“You sound so pretty, bun,” Taehyung praises as Jungkook chants his name between breathy ah, ah, ah’s. “You look pretty, too, like this. I love seeing your gorgeous face, but…”

Jungkook jolts forward with a moan when Taehyung slaps his ass, making the muscle jiggle. The sting shocks Jungkook, and the pleasure that comes from it. His weak whimpers must encourage Taehyung to do it again because he slaps Jungkook twice more in the same spot, each hit slightly harder than the previous.

“Taehyung, please, please, just f-fuck me.” Jungkook might be an independent, confident person outside of the bedroom, but he isn’t above begging when Taehyung’s teasing him and torturing him.

“Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want,” Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook’s face feels like a wildfire.

A hiccuped sob tumbles from Jungkook’s chest when Taehyung slowly sinks his cock inside him. The position lets Taehyung reach deeper than he had before. It feels strange, and Jungkook panics for a moment when Taehyung squeezes his hips with both hands.

“Tae,” Jungkook leans on his forearms and twists his head to look back at Taehyung.

“Hmm?”

Taehyung looks gorgeous, with a healthy glow and bright eyes, even while wild. The veins in his arms are raised, and his biceps flex when he squeezes Jungkook’s hips to guide him back onto his cock.

“It’s a lot,” Jungkook moans at Taehyung’s first real thrust.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Taehyung runs his palm up Jungkook’s back, soothing him with his gentle touch. “If it hurts, tell me, okay?”

Nodding, Jungkook lets his head hang as Taehyung thrusts into him again. The thrusts start slow, Taehyung building them up until he’s properly fucking into Jungkook with more power. He digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hips and pulls him down on his cock to meet each thrust.

They’re messy and loud, the wet slap of Jungkook’s ass against Taehyung’s body a steady beat to Jungkook’s loud moans. He can’t keep quiet, can barely keep himself grounded. Every drag of Taehyung’s thick cock against his walls makes Jungkook’s head spin.

“You good, bun?” Taehyung grunts, adjusting his angle to make sure he hits Jungkook’s prostate each time he fucks into him.

Unable to speak, Jungkook hums, sounding more like a needy whimper than anything else. Jungkook can tell that Taehyung is holding back so he doesn’t hurt him. He fists the bed sheets to give himself something to hold onto and tries not to let his knees give out or his face smash into the mattress when Taehyung reaches around his waist to pump his cock.

The angle is awkward, and it’s hard for Taehyung to fuck Jungkook deeply if he’s leaning forward to reach his cock. After a few tugs, Taehyung wraps his hand around Jungkook’s wrist to pull his arm out from underneath him.

“Touch yourself for me,” Taehyung commands, his voice too soft and smooth for what they’re doing. Hearing it makes Jungkook’s body quivers.

“Feels so good,” Jungkook sighs as he begins fisting his cock, doing his best to keep up with Taehyung’s thrusts.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook is a screamer. It’s embarrassing, but he can’t stop himself from wailing when he cums into his hand. His body spasms, making his other arm slip from underneath him. His body slumps forward onto the mattress, but Taehyung’s grip on his hips keeps him on his knees.

“Keep going, come on.”

Taehyung threads his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and holds him, doesn’t press down or tug, just keeps his hand there in an intimate touch gentler than how roughly he fucks him. It doesn’t take much more to have Jungkook coming again, his second orgasm apparently following his first fairly quickly – another new thing for him to learn about himself.

“That’s it, bun, fuck,” Taehyung helps Jungkook finish himself off, lacing their fingers together so they can both fist his cock.

Taehyung pushes Jungkook forward so he can kneel on the bed and drape his body over Jungkook’s, caging him in as he reaches his climax. When he cums, he bites Jungkook’s neck hard enough to bruise the skin but not break it. The throbbing pain makes Jungkook cum again, this time ending in a weak whimper that Taehyung captures in a kiss as he hovers over Jungkook’s body.

“Fuck, I love you so much, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, and Jungkook can’t stop his tail from wiggling despite the embarrassment it brings him.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook squirms, trying to escape from being underneath Taehyung, who smothers his laughter against Jungkook’s neck. “Taehyung, get away from me.”

“Are you that happy? Getting all wiggly over here,” Taehyung coos. “Trembly and wiggly baby.”

So much for being sexy.

Later, after they shower, Jungkook has to sweep away the disappointment he feels when he looks in the mirror and notices there aren’t any puncture wounds or drops of blood on his neck. It’s not time, but maybe one day it will be. Clearly, Taehyung wants it too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked a bruising bite that could have turned into a mating bite. Maybe Jungkook is getting ahead of himself. Maybe Taehyung is the one he’s meant to be with.

“It looks good on you.” Taehyung’s whisper turns into a kiss on Jungkook’s temple when he squeezes past him in the small bathroom.

“What?”

Their eyes meet in the mirror; Taehyung’s a calm amber again. He touches the edge of Jungkook’s jaw, running one long finger along the edge and down his neck until he reaches the bite mark around his scent gland. When he presses on it, Jungkook whimpers.

“This…”

Holding Jungkook’s neck, Taehyung guides him to turn and raise his chin so he can kiss him from where Taehyung stands behind Jungkook.

“You think so?” Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, just basks in the smell of Taehyung’s shampoo and the warmth of their naked bodies pressed together.

“Of course, bun.”

Jungkook finally opens his eyes when Taehyung pulls away.

“I have something for you,” Taehyung says quietly, focused on wrapping his towel around his waist. Hoseok was nowhere to be found when they emerged from Taehyung’s bedroom, but there’s no knowing if he has returned since their shower.

The prospect of receiving a gift makes Jungkook giddy, not because he cares about material things, but because he likes the idea of Taehyung seeing something and thinking of him.

“What is it?” he asks excitedly, a little annoyed when Taehyung won’t look him in the eyes. That is until he sees the pink blooming across the apples of Taehyung's cheeks.

“I have to take you home to give it to you,” Taehyung says quietly, finally giving Jungkook a small smile when he looks up. “Home, home.”

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1wingedtraveler · 1 year

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Genshin boys with blood-loving! s/o

🌿A/N: This is very self-indulgend💀

🌿SMUT, MDNI

🌿Warnings: Blood play/drinking/lube, dom reader, bondage, wounds, knives, biting, no pronouns for the reader, consentual

Kazuha

was intrigued when you told him about this

he wondered what you liked about it

also

in what way (if you know what I mean)

as a poet you could say he was fan of blood too

but in a more symbolic meaning

he would find drinking each others blood VERY romantic

would love to have those necklace blood vials

Kazuha squirmed as you climbed on top of him, his fingers running through your hair. You grazed against his nipple before moving up to his delicate neck

You buried your face into his nape and breathed in his scent. A smell of maple syrup with a hint of cinnamon. You dragged your tounge on his smooth skin

The feeling of his hot pulse was addicting. It made you want more. You bit down

"Ah!" Kazuha let out a straddled moan. His naild started to dig into your back

You soothed him with a gentle lick before burrowing your teeth futher in his skin. This time hard enough to make his blood drip into your your mouth

"Mhm, you're so delicious Kazuha~ Give me more"

Cyno

hmm, he doesn't really know how to react

in his profession, blood is very regular thing

so he never thought of it in a romantic or sexual way

you have to introduce him slowly to it so he gets the appeal has high pain tolerance so you probably won't hurt him easily

You watched as Cyno gritted his teeth, blood from his slashed palm was filling up small shot glass. His face held slight grimace of pain. He felt something weird stir inside of him . You were going drink his blood...

The look on your face, full of hunger and lust. It made his cock hard, creating a visbile inprint in his pants. The stinging in his palm just fanned the flames of his arousal

"You filled it to the brim, Cyno! You're such a good boy"

You said cheerfully, grabbing the glass from the table. You brought it slightly over your lips, making the blood pour into your mouth, spilling down your chin. Few drops falling on your chest.

Cyno watched you with widened eyes, he bit his lip while he gripped his shorts tightly. His cock was twitching in his pants

"Ahhh~You're better than the finest of wines"

Albedo

also likes blood but in more scientific way

very happy if you give him a blood sample

he can study you and other humans that way

he can't exactly go around asking for blood samples from random people since he's not a doctor

can't use his own blood since he's not human

his blood is pinkish-purple in color

he's careful not to get hurt around people. He doesn't want any unwanted attention

You ran a scalpel down Albedo's stomach, staring from the ribcage, pressing it down slightly harder near the bellybutton and stopping near the pubic area.

You pulled back to enjoy a beautifull sight before you. Albedo was handcuffed to the hospital bed, his eyes wrapped by a blindfold, a red ballgag was resting in his mouth.

He was breathing heavily, his chest moving quickly up and down. Mesmerizing magenta blood was starting to pour from the wound, dripping down his stomach and between his legs, painting his blonde pubic hair

Fun was just about to begin

Scaramouche

another non-human

his blood colour was originally purple

but since the trying to become a god incident and getting an anemo vision

it changed to teal

his blood must have absorbed some of the elemental energy

at least thats his guess

when this change accured he got really intrested

probably one of the most willing to explore blood kink

Scaramouche buried his face into his favorite pink plushie, trying to hold back his tears and moans while holding his ass in the air. You were currently behind him with a small but sharp knife. A muffled shriek of pain escaped the man as you swiftly make another shallow cut on his asscheek

His ass was covered in them. Teal blood dripped down his balls and tiny hard cock

"I think that will be enough"

you said as you licked the blood off the knife. It tasted refreshing with slightly minty taste. You started to cover your fingers in it before pushing them into his tight asshole

"AH-AGHH" Scara wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks

"Shhh, there there~ its okay baby. You've done so well, it will start to feel good soon"

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact scaramouche

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dreamcorechild · 9 months

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Can you do a dominant Fem!Reader x Sekido?

Warning for any little ones and minor ones and those who doesn't like horny things and tend to stay as innocent as possible. Also 18+ a bit I dont even know.

I beg of you to not read this and move on with your merrily way cause this may includes something.... Weird. and cringy.

This is your final warning, turn back now.

Sekido let out a muffled grunt, only to glance at the surroundings before he was able to see that he was blindfolded with one of his arm being chained up to the bed and he could see it's a female that stands in front of him.

"Wha.. Who's there?! Let me out, you damn wench!"

He growled.

Y/N walks over to Sekido and puts her hand up to his chest, feeling it pounding rapidly. She looks at him with the same malicious smile she saw before and caresses his cheek

She sits on the bed next to him.

"Hello, my love…" She whispers seductively.

Sekido shuddered in fear. His body started to slowly quiver from the mere sight of Y/N, a woman he have never seen before. He let out a growl, only to see his efforts to move were futile as he was chained down.

"This cant be right…."

He turned his head sideways. His eyes were still blindfolded; he could tell that his eyes were darting everywhere around the room.

"Y/N…. What do you have in mind for me..?"

Y/N leans closer and whispers in his ear

"I have something special in store for you, love…"

She leans in close enough for her voice to only reach him, and then she slowly slides a hand down

"I'm going to give you a taste of what real pleasure truly feels like…"

Sekido, the red demon of anger, struggled hard to get Y/N off him. He could see that she was a tease. But to him it was still a new world to explore. The heat in his body started to rise. He was still a virgin who never knew any sort of love. This was a new feeling for him. He started to blush profusely as she whispers into his ears and caresses his body.

Y/N continues to stroke his body, tracing every ridge and curve with light and smooth fingers that never seem to stop their movement.

She whispers into his ear once more

"Are you ready for me, big boy?"

Sekido shudders as he tries to remain sane. His body trembled at Y/N's touch as it was something he did not expected to experience. But it felt… wonderful, and that he did not deny. His body was already aflame as Y/N caress his body with no hesitation.

"No… Please… Don't… I can't…"

It was clear that Sekido was already deep in despair as Y/N had already managed to seduce him that he was already willing.

Y/N giggles at the response and slowly straddles him, her legs on either side of his waist and her body pressing against him.

"There's no going back… your desire has been fueled, right? But your body still hasn't felt how truly amazing it should feel…"

She leans in close so they're nose-to-nose, her eyes closing as their breaths waft over one another. Y/N lets out a soft sigh. This was already her favorite part. It was always the best.

Sekido let out a loud groan at Y/N's body presses closely against him. He could feel her breathing against his neck. As he tries to let himself escape from her seductive grasp, he could only blush harder while his body continues to heat up inside, his body twitching as he could barely handle her seduction. But he was already willing to accept his fate.

"I…I cant resist…"

He gasped out.

Y/N giggles at his reaction

She gently leans forward and puts a hand on his chest. She caresses it in an almost delicate manner, tracing the muscles

"That's it my love… your body is mine…" she whispers. Her breath wafts over his face, warming his cheek.

He lets out a loud whimper at the soft caressing. He could already feel his resistance weaken as Y/N continues to tease him; His heart races like a raging typhoon, his breath becomes increasingly shallow; his body squirms to her touch.

"Ughhh… Oh god…"

After a few more moments of this, Sekido can no longer handle the pleasure. His body quivers in bliss; His breath stuttered; The heat inside his body rises exponentially as his body can barely manage to endure such pleasure.

Y/N chuckles as she sees how easily she has turned Sekido's resistance.

Y/N leans in close and her face is now just inches away from his own. She presses one hand into his chest as the other hand traces along his neck and cheek. Y/N closes her eyes as she whispers in his ear

"Are you ready, love? Are you ready for what's next?"

Sekido shudders and gasps for breath.

"Uhhh… Nggghhh…"

He slowly nods his head and gasps again as he lets out a loud moan. His body quivers and twitches as he was unable to handle such excitement.

"Y..Yes.."

He moans out.

Y/N sighs as she sees Sekido’s body shaking and twitching, a deep moan escaping his lips. She leans in closer until their noses are touching, her breath warm and humid against his face. She whispers

"Then it's time, my love…"

Y/N slides her hand down his body and between his legs, her hand slowly and cautiously exploring.

Sekido, the red demon of anger, gasps at Y/N's touch. The hand that rested on his chest, begins to trace further downwards. Sekido shudders as he let out a soft groan. His body starts to tremble more as Y/N's hands continues to explore his body; Her touch was soft and delicate; His voice starts to become increasingly hoarse.

Y/N giggles a bit as Sekido's body shakes from her touch.

Her hand continues to gently explore down his body. She traces every curve and ridge as if she was familiar with it. She smiles as she hears Sekido start to gasp and moan

"You're so sensitive, love…" She whispers as she continues to tease him.

Sekido's body shudders more and gasps, this time louder than before at her touch. His body begins to twitch uncontrollably; His breathing becomes shallow, and his heart rate is increasing rapidly.

"Nnnnghh…. Y…Y/N… Please…"

His body quivers as Y/N continues to tease him. He could feel the pleasure as her fingers began to trace along his chest and down his body; The hand that was placed against his chest slowly slides further down; The finger tip began to gently caress his nipples, which sends his body shivering in ecstasy.

Y/N smiles as Sekido begins to almost writhe in pleasure.

"My… my love… you seem to be enjoying this quite a lot, love" She giggles a bit as she leans her chest against him with a sly smile. She slides one hand over her own chest, as if wanting him to touch her.

He could see her breasts in front of him. His breathing became shallow as his face turned more and more red. Sekido shudders as a loud moan came out of his mouth. He tries to move his hand but to no avail. His hand were still tied down, he was unable to touch anything. A drop of sweat appears along one of his eyebrows. His mind was already clouded, he was unable to think properly anymore.

“Y…Y/N… Please…”

He pleads weakly.

Y/N smiles softly as she leans in even further, her soft breasts pressing right against his chest.

"Please what, my love?" She whispers teasingly, slowly sliding her hand down his body. Every movement she made sent a shockwave of pleasure over his body. Her body was so warm and close, it felt like heaven.

Sekido's body twitches and quivers with every single movement that Y/N made. It was something that he has never felt before. His heart was beating like an alarm as his heavy breaths grew louder. His mind was nothing but fuzzy with the heat rising all throughout his body, he felt as if he was already burning.

“I…. I am losing control over myself… y..your touch.. s.. So…. g..good…”

Y/N smiles at his comment, her hand reaching its destination. She gently rubs him in that area, keeping his heart pumping and his breath shallower.

"Yes… your body belongs to me now…" She whispers softly, a sly smile growing on her lips. She pushes against him for a moment, her breathing now heavy. Her chest is pressed firmly against his, only making them feel more connected than ever. She lets out a soft sigh and moans just the slightest bit.

Sekido could feel Y/N's heavy breaths as it was blowing over his face. Every inch of his body started to tremble more as his breath grew more shallow with each passing second.

He began to gasp and pant as he could handle how pleasurably amazing it was. His brain could not comprehend the feelings he is feeling right now as his thoughts were a mess from the heat rising all across his body.

“Y/N… Please…. Dont… Stop…"

Y/N giggles and chuckles, her hands still rubbing him in that certain area. She leans in even closer and her breath gets heavier.

"Don't worry, love…" She whispers seductively.

"I'm not going to stop for anything… at least not before you've had your full fill of me…"

Sekido closes his eyes as Y/N continues to pleasure him with her hands. Her touch felt like waves of a crashing ocean. He could only gasp and moan as his mind was filled with white noise because of how his mind was unable to comprehend what was happening. His face was already red and sweaty from how much pleasure he was receiving.

“P…Please…”

The demon begged Y/N not to stop, to continue to pleasure him to his heart content; he wished this moment could lasted forever.

Y/N smiles at that; her hands continue to caress Sekido

"I’ll go for as long as you need, love" Y/N sighs softly and leans in further, her breath warm and humid. She presses her lips against his. She softly kisses him, the feeling of her lips against his causing him to shudders.

"Let me make you fall into absolute, pure bliss" She whispers seductively, her fingers never stopping their movements as she presses her lips against his own again.

He let his head lean back, his body twitching and quivering as Y/N continues to arouse him with her warm and wet lips. His tongue met with her own and he began to kiss her back.

“Nnghh… Please… Don’t stop…”

His face turns more and more red at each passing second as he slowly loses control of himself.

Y/N slides her hand up his chest and around his neck. She softly bites his bottom lip and drags her tongue over the spot. Her hand reaches its way back down his body, continuing to play as she breathes warm and heavy against his lips.

"Just… relax… Let me give you my all, darling…" Y/N whispers seductively, her hot breath wafting over his skin that now burned up more than ever before.

Sekido, the demon of anger, gasps loudly as Y/N slides her hand around his neck and onto his chest. He felt her breath as it flows against his cheek, his entire body quivering as Y/N continues to bite his bottom lip with her tongue. His breath becomes shallow and sharp as Y/N caresses him.

“Y/N… Don’t stop… Please…”

He was already lost in her arms, his arms was still tied down by the chains, and unable to stop Y/N from pleasuring him further.

Y/N continues to slide her tongue against his skin, licking and biting gently. She slides the tip of her tongue along his neck, her body close against his own as he continues to shudder and pant from her touch. Her breathing becomes heavy, her hand moving faster than ever. She whispers softly in his ear

“You belong to me, my love… you belong to me…” Her voice was full of lust as she begins to breathe faster, her body trembling against his. Her lips start to kiss his gently, her hands are still busy caressing him.

Sekido lets out a few loud groans as Y/N’s lips meet his own. His eyes slowly become hazy as Y/N caresses him all over his body, especially around his neck; her hot breath was all he could feel as his mind was being overloaded with pleasure. He was already being seduced by Y/N as she was kissing his neck softly, her hand continues to hold, caress and rub him.

“Y/N…”

He breathed heavily and panted. His body trembled. His heart was racing quickly.

Y/N’s lips never left Sekido’s neck as she kept kissing and licking him softly. Her fingers continue to caress and rub him, never failing to send waves of pleasure over his entire body. His chest was still shaking, his breath getting shallower as he was quickly losing control.

“You’re mine, Sekido…” Y/N whispered and chuckles softly as she leans in and rubs her nose against his skin. Her tongue slithers down his neck and licks him once more “Just mine…”

Sekido gasps and lets out a low groan as Y/N's tongue continues to lick his neck, almost as if she was trying to mark her scent on him. His heart rate was beating at a rapid pace, his breathing was shallow and quick, he could even hear a slight thumping sound in his ears; Such is the pleasure that he is receiving all thanks to the woman who is seducing him.

"Y…Y/N… N..Please…"

He lets out a loud groan and gasps for breath.

Y/N chuckles as she hears him moan and groan from her touch. She bites his neck gently. Her lips press against the skin on his neck, her tongue tasting every inch of it. Her hand slides lower along his body, moving back down into that area. Her breathing gets more heavy.

“My name is all you will say as I take my fill from you. My very own Sekido…” Y/N whispers seductively.

Sekido's body quivered once more as Y/N bites him gently on his neck and presses her lips against him. Y/N's warm and wet saliva caressing his neck, combined with her hand pleasuring him and her soft sighs made him all the more aroused. He gasped loudly while his body was twitching and quivering from how intense the pleasure felt.

"Y/N… Y…Y/N…"

He was unable to say anything else, the pleasure and heat rising all around his body was slowly clouding his mind. His heart was racing like mad.

Sekido yelps and jumps back a bit as Y/N suddenly squeezes his nipple, the sudden burst of stimulation surprising him as his face went red with embarrassment.

He then looks at Y/N with wide eyes and gasps

"Y…Y/N…"

He was breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself.

"Wh…What…"

He was at a loss of words.

"What are you doing??"

He was unable to hide his excitement.

Y/N smirks and leans back against him. She chuckles at his reactions, her fingers still moving along his neck and chest.

"Just getting started, love…" She whispers, licking her lips.

"Now, just relax… Let me be yours…" Her voice is dripping with lust and seduction. She leans in, her lips touching his neck as her hand slides down between his legs, her other hand moving to his waist.

"Just for the night…" She whispers seductively, her voice a little bit raspy now.

Sekido lets out a loud gasp and trembles more as Y/N licks his neck. He shudders as Y/N's hand slides downwards and rests on his waist; The sensation of it alone was enough to make him squirm and blush even more.

"Y..Y/N…"

He was still trying to regain his composure as he panted for breath.

"Wh… What are you doing… You're killing me…"

He lets out a loud grunt as Y/N's hand begins to rub him more.

Y/N smirks as she hears him grunt and grunt, her lips still kissing and biting his neck gently. Her breathing is also short and heavy, her hand rubbing him as fast as she could. Her other hand is playing with his chest, slowly moving towards his belt area.

“I’m just beginning” She whispers seductively, almost singing the words. “Your body belongs to me for the night.” Her voice becomes husky, raspy, just like a true siren’s would.

Sekido gasps as Y/N licks and bites his neck, her kisses becoming heavier as she continues to explore his neck with her mouth. His breath becomes even more shallow with every moment. His body quivers as Y/N rubs him and plays around with his belt area.

“Please… More… More…”

He begins to pant heavily as he pleads with her.

“Y..You’re gonna make me lose control… Please… I can’t… I can’t hold on any longer… Y/N…”

“That just shows how much you need me, darling” Y/N giggles and whispers, her hand still playing with his belt area.

“How about you make me lose it first…” She moans, her other hand starting to reach around and undo his belt. Her lips never leave his skin, kissing and licking softly, her tongue even rubbing slowly against him to add to the pleasure.

“Let me see how much you’ve been holding in…” Y/N whispers, moving in close as she undoes the button on his pants.

Sekido shudders as Y/N's hand reaches for his belt, a loud and deep growl escaping his lips. Her fingers continues to rub his waist and chest area, her tongue rubbing against his skin to add on to the growing pleasure building inside him. His breaths were shallower and quicker than ever; Every passing moment, Sekido could feel himself slowly losing control over himself.

"P…Please… Y/N…"

He pleads weakly.

"C…Can't take… Can't take… anymore…"

His voice was hoarse and rough.

“I know you can…”

Y/N sighs in frustration and whispers.

“If you’re losing control now, you won’t survive this…”

Y/N’s lips leave his skin, her breath still warm and heavy against him as her hand moves inside his pants. The feelings this gave him were absolutely insane, she made him feel more alive than ever before.

“Relax… and let me make you lose it all…”

Sekido's breaths become even more shallow and quick as Y/N's hand reaches inside his pants. His cheeks grew redder every passing second as it was apparent that he was already losing control of his emotions.

The demon of anger, Sekido, lets out a low groan and gasps in surprise in response to the feelings that he was receiving.

"Y…Y/N… I… I… I…"

He panted heavily, letting Y/N drive him crazy with pleasure.

“I can’t wait for you to lose all control, my love…”

Y/N chuckles and leans in, rubbing Sekido in that special area.

“And once you have, I’ll be the one to drive you over the edge.”

Her hand is moving around the area as you feel yourself on the brink of losing control, barely able to hold back anymore. Her other hand is rubbing your chest, slowly moving down towards your stomach and waist.

Sekido lets out a loud moan and groans as Y/N rubs him with her hand. His body quivers, unable to contain all the pleasure that he was receiving. He was already breathing heavily, his heart racing fast as blood flowed heavily throughout his body.

"Y/N… I… I… can't control…"

His voice was hoarse, he panted heavily as he was already close to losing control all due to the pleasure that he is receiving, more than what he has ever received in his entire life.

“Well I hope you can, my love”

Y/N chuckles as she rubs him faster, her hand still exploring other areas of his body as she continues to tease him.

“I wouldn’t want to have to go easy on you just because you can’t handle it…”

Her tongue comes out, rubbing against his neck as she moves her head so she can now lick at his neck with her tongue sticking out between her lips. She licks as she rubs and rubs.

Sekido lets out a loud grunt and breaths heavily as Y/N rubs him faster. His body shivers, his eyes already turned white as he was already in the brink of losing control and succumbing to the pleasure that he was receiving.

Every moment, Sekido felt as if his brain was starting to become hazy and cloudy. He was almost gone from reality as his body twitches uncontrollably.

“Y/N… Don’t stop… Please… Keep going…”

Sekido pleads, his eyes rolled up from the overwhelming pleasure.

Y/N smirks, seeing how close Sekido was to his limit and how little control he really had. She was loving it. She speeds up, her hand moving even faster.

“I won’t be stopping any time soon, love. That’s for damn sure…”

Y/N leans in again, her voice becoming husky and raspy.

“Just keep letting yourself go, my boy… Don’t hold back anymore…”

Sekido lets out a loud grunt as Y/N speeds up her hand movements. His body quivers violently, breathing heavily and his heart racing like a train. Sekido couldn’t control himself, his body was already almost numb from all the pleasure he was receiving.

“Y…Y/N…”

The demon of anger was already unable to speak properly, his mind becoming a mess from all these feelings he was getting.

Sekido panted heavily, his eyes closed as he was about to cross the point of no return.

Y/N can see this and whispers seductively, moving in close as her hand starts to move even more violently.

“You’re almost there… Keep going, Sekido… I’m gonna make you feel good… You ready? You’re mine tonight…” Her voice is now very husky and raspy, almost like that of a siren.

Her other hand is rubbing Sekido’s waist and chest as she lets out little breaths in response to Sekido’s moans and grunts.

Sekido’s eyes grew heavy, his breath was deep and fast, and his body was twiching uncontrollably as Y/N begins to move her hand even faster. He lets out a loud groan, his neck and chin becoming red as he let his tongue loose and started to lick Y/N’s neck.

“Y…Y/N… I’m so close….”

Sekido’s body trembled, he could feel his legs slowly going numb as he was crossing the line of pleasure and pain.

Y/N gasps, her eyes flutter as Sekido begins to lick her neck. Her body trembles even more as she lets her head fall back a little, loving how everything felt at the moment. Her body started to get weak, but she didn’t care at all because she was getting her pleasure.

“Oh yes.. Yes… Sekido… Don’t stop for me” She whispers, her voice barely audible at this point.

Her hand is going as fast as it can now, just wanting to make Sekido burst.

Sekido lets out a loud moan and grunts as Y/N's hand moves faster. His body was already shaking uncontrollably and his breathing became heavy. Sekido's body was already close to his limit as his legs were already completely numb, he was unable to control his body. The only thing that was keeping him grounded was him trying to hold on his control.

“Y…Y/N… I… I’m almost there.”

Sekido gasps and pants heavily. His mind was a mess, he was barely even thinking clear at this point.

Y/N lets out another shiver as Sekido begins to lose control of himself, his body twitching so uncontrollably. Her breath gets even heavier as she listens to Sekido’s moans and grunts. After a few seconds, she can feel the pressure building inside Sekido and knows that she’s about to make him burst.

“Give it up to me, Sekido… I’ve been waiting for this for a while… Give it all up to me…” She whispers seductively, her voice raspy as her tongue slowly rubs the side of his neck.

Sekido's eyes begin to roll back slowly as Y/N's hand continues to rub him even faster. He was already on the edge, his body was shaking uncontrollably as blood flowed to every inch of his body. Sekido lets out a loud grunt and moans. His muscles were tensing, he was about to lose control anytime now.

"Y… Y…"

His mind became hazy and murky completely. He couldn't even think straight anymore. All he wanted to do was to surrender to the pleasure that Y/N was inflicting upon him.

Y/N smiles as she hears him grunt in response. She was finally able to get him to her level, at this rate she could make him burst in no time.

“Yes, love… Give it up to me…”

Her hand rubs even faster, her tongue moving up and down his cheek and neck very quickly. Her breath becomes even more shallow as she can feel the pressure building up inside of Sekido and she can’t wait for it to explode.

The demon of anger finally loses control over his body. Sekido lets out a loud moan and pants heavily as a wave of intense pleasure runs throughout his body. He grits his teeth softly to withstand the pleasure and his muscles continue to tense as he climaxes and releases everything inside of him into the woman in front of him. Sekido looks at her, his breath was heavy and his eyes are pure white as he tries to get a hold of the intense feelings that he is experiencing right now.

Y/N’s eyes close, her body trembling even more as she feels Sekido releasing all over her. She keeps rubbing him, her hand slowly starting to move away as she leans in and licks his neck.

“Oh my… That was… Amazing Sekido.” She chuckles after a few seconds.

Her breathing is very heavy and shallow, her hands are covered in the fluids. She sits up next to Sekido, resting her head on his chest.

Sekido was already exhausted and panting heavily, he could barely move any of his body except for his breath which was still shaky and heavy. His heart was racing fast as blood flowed all throughout his body. His brain was a mess and he was at the mercy of the woman lying on top of him.

"Y…Y/N…"

Sekido was barely able to say anything as he tried to regain his breath.

“Do you need a minute, love? I know it can be a lot… But wow… That was insane, I’m surprised I can still talk…”

Y/N chuckles to herself a little, her breath still heavy and shaking. She kisses Sekido softly on his neck, just loving how everything felt at the moment.

“You just let it all go, okay? Don’t be afraid to let yourself go with me, I like it when you do…” She whispers seductively, licking his neck again.

Sekido nods and chuckles weakly. His legs were still completely numb and he could barely stand up, not that he was even capable of standing up after what he just went through with Y/N.

"Y…Y/N…"

He attempts to kiss her again, only for his voice to tremble and stutter uncontrollably.

"That… that was… the best… I've ever.. felt.. "

Sekido panted in between his words as he looked deep into Y/N's eyes, his breath still shaky and heavy.

Y/N stares back into Sekido’s eyes, her voice still raspy and husky.

“I’m so glad you think so… I love when you feel that way about me” She smirks, moving in close.

“You were just what I needed tonight… You know I can be a crazy one…” She laughs.

“Just lay down, love… Rest up, you need it. I’ll make you something to eat later on. I like it when you relax with me” She chuckles.

Sekido chuckles weakly as he relaxes onto his back again. His eyes were almost close but he managed to open them to have a look at Y/N's face. His eyes were still blank and looked hollow, his breaths were still shaky and his body felt heavy as blood flowed throughout his body.

"Y/N… that was just… amazing.."

A warm smile appears on Sekido's face as he gazes deep into Y/N's eyes.

"I love you…"

Y/N nods slowly, just smiling back at him.

“I know it was, hun. And I love you too. Just get some rest okay?”

Y/N gently rubs Sekido’s waist, looking down at him for a few more seconds before leaning in and giving him a tender kiss on the forehead. She lets out a little sigh, her body still trembling and her breath shaky.

“Now just relax, okay? I’m just gonna go take a hot shower” She chuckles.

Sekido nods slowly as Y/N leans in and kisses him on his forehead. His eyes closed as she let out a little sigh, her body still trembling and shaking.

"A…A..Alright… "

His voice was still hoarse as he looks at Y/N gently before she heads off for a shower. Sekido let out a deep groan and panted heavily as he rested his head onto the mattress. His brain was still foggy and his body was still numb as he tried to regain his energy.

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evilwriter37 · 1 year

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Hi! This is for the Nsft/Whump prompts

You could choose between #19 for Vigcup or #13 for this weird ship of mine; Vigstrid 😅✌

Thank you for requesting! I chose to go with Vigstrid, given that there's hardly anything out there for it and I wanted to challenge myself. You're making me ship it, anon.

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Rated: explicit

Warnings: none

Pairings: Viggo/Astrid

Word Count: 855

Summary: Astrid has sex with Viggo for the first time and is surprised by how good the experience is.

Ao3 Link

"I never thought you could make such sweet noises," Astrid breathed as she rode her partner's cock, in absolute awe of everything that was happening. For one, she was having sex. And for two, she was having sex with Viggo Grimborn.

"Me neither." Viggo's voice was just as breathy, and he took her by the hips gently. This man could be gentle, this man who had led the Dragon Hunters in business and battle for years, this man who had hurt and killed, and...

He was being gentle. Viggo was very different now, after having been burned chasing the one thing that had mattered to him: the Dragon Eye. He'd realized how shallow his life and his ambitions had been without having care for others.

That care now extended to her and the other Riders. Though, his care for her was very different from his care for them.

And Astrid had only heard threats out of him before, but now she was hearing sweet moans and sighs. She'd never once thought that something like this would ever happen.

"I-I'm sorry," Viggo said after some time, clearly in thought.

"What?"

"For everything I did before."

"Don't you dare try to apologize while I'm having sex with you," Astrid scolded. "This isn't apology sex. It's just sex."

Viggo smirked at her. "Whatever you say, my dear."

Astrid placed her hands on Viggo's broad, naked chest, riding him slowly, given that he was rather large, and sex was new to her. It hurt a bit, but she liked it. She liked it so much. Despite being intimidated by the sheer size of him everywhere, she'd wanted to be on top and take control. That was just how she was.

And Viggo seemed to be fine with that. He didn't roll them over or use his grip on her hips to make her go harder or faster than she wanted to. He just let her do this and pleasure the both of them.

"Are you close?" Astrid asked, voice low with lust in a way she'd never heard before.

Viggo ran his hands up over her back, the touch so good it made her shiver. "Not quite, darling."

Astrid arched into him, tilting her head back, humming with her eyes closed. "Oh. I am."

"Feeling your end would be splendid." Viggo's voice was also low with lust: a rumble.

Astrid had never thought she would like slow sex, had thought that her enjoyment would more align with something fast and hard and almost vicious. Maybe next time, but now, this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her orgasm was riding up on her, tensing her muscles in all the right places, increasing her pleasure to a burning she felt in her extremities.

Astrid's mouth dropped open in a loud gasp when she came, followed suit by a long moan. Her walls clenching around Viggo felt so good, and her body was burning and buzzing. Though she was rather good at pleasuring herself, she'd never had an orgasm this good before. She'd never felt so connected with someone before either. She swore she could feel Viggo's soul in her.

Viggo said nothing as she rode him through her climax. He just gripped her hips, let her dig her nails into his chest.

Astrid didn't know what to do when it was over. She was oversensitive, the feeling of Viggo's cock in her now too much. But, she hadn't gotten him off, and she wanted to.

"You do not have to continue if you do not wish to," Viggo said. "I can finish myself."

"I want to help," Astrid said. She climbed off of him, moaning as he came out of her. She took another look at his cock, and was utterly astonished that that had been in her.

She laid beside him, snuggling close, and reached her hand down. Her touch elicited a small gasp from Viggo, and a big arm wrapped around her, pulling her so tight against him he was almost crushing her.

But he was still gentle, even as he neared climax and his muscles tightened. She could feel his cock throb under her fingers.

He came with a sigh and a moan, hardly giving any warning, but Astrid hadn't needed any--being so close to him, she'd known that it was going to happen. She almost laughed at the way cum spurted from his slit. She'd known what a man's orgasm was like, but had never witnessed one personally, or been the cause of it.

She stroked him through it, and he laid a big hand on hers when he was finished, when it became too much. She pulled her hand away.

For a while, they just laid there in silence, breathing together, Astrid's breaths more even, Viggo's more like panting. Once his breathing had slowed, he looked at her and gave her a smile. She was on his right side so that he could see her. He was blind in his left eye now from his injury.

"That was wonderful, Astrid, my dear."

Astrid smiled, pecked him on the lips. "Yes. Yes it was."

#asks #Anonymous #requests #nsft #smut #vigstrid #viggo grimborn #astrid hofferson #httyd #httyd rtte #rtte #how to train your dragon #race to the edge #fanfiction #writing

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bimiio · 5 months

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tell us abt the sex plss<33

got a few requests 4 it so i will tell :3 here’s da lead up if u haven’t read it already n ur curious!! stuff abt da actual sex is under da cut:

so we moved into her room but it wasn’t one of those like desperately kiss as u walk n try 2 find ur way 2 da bed as u go kinda things like we just got up n went normally. when we got in there she had sum stuff on her bed so she started clearing it off n then realized her vibrator was under her pillow so she was like “i’m so sorry i forgot that was there” n i’m ??girl u r abt 2 fuck me do u rlly think i care?????😭 but regardless she put it in her closet n then lifted her blankets so i could get under them cuz she knew i was cold n was like “warm enough now? see? i told you”. then she got under w me n laid next 2 me n was like “c’mere” n pulled me into her n started kissing me again <33

after kissing like dat 4 a little she rolled me onto my back n climbed on top of me n we kept making out like dat until i started (n dis is kinda pathetic i know😔) pushing my hips up against her so she stopped n was like “tell me what you want” n i was like “i dunno :0”. n i wasn’t even sayin it 2 b difficult i prommy i just rlly didn’t know wut i wanted!! like how could i?? ma’am i have never done dis b4!!!!! so then we go back 2 forth 4 a lil n she’s tryna get da words outta me but i truly do not know so then she was like “do you want me to try to figure it out?” n i was like “yeah🥺”. so she’s like “okay baby that’s fine, i’ll figure it out. just tell me what feels good, tell me if you want me to stop” which honestly i appreciated SO much. n bc we had already had da conversation abt my boundaries w being stone n everything i felt comfy enuff dat i knew i could say stop or ask 4 smthn without feeling weird or guilty abt it :) i also was like “i haven’t shaved is that okay?” n she literally LAUGHED AT ME n was like “you don’t even have to ask that of course it’s okay”😭

she goes back 2 kissing me n groping me but sorta shifts herself half off me n starts undoing da button on my jeans n in dat moment i was like. omg!! dis is real dis is abt 2 happen 👁️👁️ but i wasn’t scared i was just excited :3 she was like “is this okay?” n i nodded so she put her hand down my pants n started rlly gently rubbing me over panties while she kept kissing me n my neck n my chest. she was like “does that feel good?” n like it did but she wasn’t QUITE in da right spot so i was like “a little higher” n then she like stopped n smiled at me n went “that’s good, i like feedback” n i was like🫣🫠 then she moved a little higher n started rubbing again n it felt a LOT better. it made me make an embarrassing little sound dat ig riled her up cuz she started rubbing a tiny bit harder n got rougher w her kisses n pulled down my top so she could get 2 my tits. after a little more rubbing on my clit she started dipping her fingers down n sorta pushing my panties 2 da side so she could push inside me

dat made me make more little sounds n then after a little bit of shallow fingering she was pulling herself off of me n moving da blankets off of us so she could take my jeans n panties completely off. we did dat cute little thing where she pulls em off n i lift my hips 2 help her :3 n we both kinda giggled cuz my legs r very long n my jeans were a little too long on me but they were also tight so it felt like it was taking 4evr 2 slide em off😭

once she had everything off my bottom half (atp i was just in my top dat was pulled down under my tits n her unzipped hoodie) she rubbed my pussy a little without any panties in da way n then put her fingers in me all da way😵‍💫 honestly it hurt da tiniest bit cuz i wasn’t dat wet or open yet but dat wasn’t 4 lack of enjoyment i think i was just a little nervous n in my head cuz it was my first time n were just getting started

dis is where everything sorta starts blurring 2gether 4 me in terms of chronological order so i’m not gonna attempt 2 write it all out da way i have been i’m just gonna give y’all my fav parts i rmmbr :3 lemme first say dis 2 establish da vibe tho.. ik i already said she was super dominant throughout da night but dat RLLY carried over into da sex too (nothing kinky just general dominance) n she was also STRONG. so even tho she was shorter than me once she realized i liked when she would take control n move me around she was literally manhandling me. like putting me into different positions n pulling me 2 her n dragging me 2 da edge of da bed etcetc. it was all very fun >:3 anyways here r da highlights

her nose started bleeding!! ik dat’s not like a Sexy thing but it was silly 2 me it was like we were in an anime n she just thought i was so hot her nose started gushing blood. she was fine btw!! she had accidentally got hit in da nose like da day b4 so it had been bleeding on n off a little but she wasn’t in any pain <3

she didn’t have a strap bc her ex took it n her harness when they broke up (evil😔) so we had 2 suffice 4 her fingers but she got DEEP. n she was rough too😵‍💫 like hard deep strokes dat were literally pushing me up da bed

before she went down on me she was fingering me n kissing my hips n thighs while i gripped her hair n scratched her head <33 n then when she DID decide it was time 2 eat me out she DRAGGED me down da bed n against her face

she had me ride her thigh 4 a while cuz i told her da fingering/head was getting 2 b too much 4 me cuz i was too sensitive n while i was she asked me if i liked being called a good girl🫣 i was so excited when she asked bc Y’ALLLLLLLLLLL. da fuckin DIRTY TALK??? dis woman had a MOUTH on her my god. everything she said was so hot n she just kept praising me 4 every little thing

she was thorough as FUCK she had me in every position imaginable n she was rlly testing my flexibility😭 there was one point where she was laying sorta half on top of me half on da bed n then she hiked up my leg dat was further away from her so it was resting on her SHOULDER!! like i was literally knee 2 my ear while she was fingering me n my pussy sounded so wet it was soooo hot embarrassing😭

when she was eating me out n i would get too sensitive n b like “it’s too much” she’d go from sucking on my clit (which she was good as FUCK at btw idk wut she was doing w her tongue it was making me so sensitive my legs were trembling like a leaf in da wind around her head) 2 just gently licking my pussy w a flat tongue n massaging my thighs n hips w her hands <33

omg i just remembered i DID feel like i was gonna pee (i knew i didn’t have 2 actually PEE tho i already had like 3 times in da past few hours n right b4 we started) so dat’s y i kept telling her 2 slow down when i was too sensitive but i think i mighta just squirted all over her if i had given into da sensation. i’ve never squirted b4 tho so i didn’t wanna take da chance in da bed of a girl i had just met y’know?

ik i already mentioned da dirty talk but she kept saying shit like “that’s right baby, do what feels good” n “that’s a good girl” n “you taste good”. or like when i would close my legs cuz i was sensitive she’d gently nudge em open n b like “open up for me” GODDDDDD😵‍💫 OR OR!!! when i would cover my mouth she’d pull my hand away n go “let me hear you” or “talk to me” WHEN I TELL Y’ALL DAT WENT STRAIGHTTTTT 2 DA PUSSY MY GOD🫠 n just anytime she didn’t have her mouth on me she was in my ear encouraging me n talking filth

i told her during dat i have a hard time cumming w other ppl like it’s easier 2 cum on my own n she was like “that’s fine, cumming isn’t the end goal of sex i just want it to be pleasurable while it’s happening” which was so nice n reassuring but then also lead her 2 ask later on how i do it on my own n if i could show her🫣 she was like “i like watching people feel good. do you wanna show me how you do it by yourself?” n i was going INSANEEEE in my head but i denied her request cuz i literally would’ve died of embarrassment. she DID still make me rub my clit while she fingered me tho <33 i felt bad tho cuz my nails were so long they kept bumping into her hand n i was like “i feel like i’m in ur way :(“ n she was like “you’re not in my way, just keep going, make yourself feel good”

at one point she was like “i was gonna ask you something but nevermind don’t worry about it” n i was like “no what is it? ask me” n she was like “i don’t want you to feel pressured” n i was like “you’ve made me very comfortable and you’ve shown you respect my boundaries and my feedback so the worst i can say is no” n then dat convinced her so she was like “yeah okay you’re right. no pressure at all, but do you wanna finger me? i’m asking for YOU. i know what it feels like, i don’t need you to. i just care about you right now, so i’m asking in case you want to try it” n i said no bc i didn’t want 2 but it didn’t kill da mood AT ALL she was very understanding n not disappointed n was genuinely asking 4 me not her. idk i just rlly appreciated dat considering she wasn’t stone or butch/femme at all. yeah :3

there was dis one point where she did smthn dat felt SO GOOD but it only lasted 4 like two seconds n ik i coulda just asked her 2 go back 2 it but once it stopped she was going IN on eating me out which also felt good so i was like ykw it’s fine. basically she’d had me on my back or side da entire time but at one point she flipped me onto my tummy so i was laying flat on her bed like dat n then started fingering me from da back n oh my GODDDDDDDD it felt so good. i was literally whining into da mattress like a little bitch. i think dat’s WHY she flipped me back on my back 2 eat me out tho cuz she wanted 2 hear me😭

i did tell her i came which honestly i don’t think i did. n it’s not dat i felt like i had 2 lie 2 her or she’d b offended if i didn’t cum cuz we’d already talked abt how she didn’t care abt dat but it was all just becoming a lot 4 me n i kept getting rlly close 2 cumming but not being able 2 get over (mental block more than physical i think probably just first time nerves). i’m kinda glad i told her tho bc after i said it she like hiked my leg up n told me 2 open up 4 her n started fingering me so rough n so deep n she was like “if you can do it once, you can do it again. you’re mine now, i’m not letting you go” n LORDDD dat made me tighten around her fingers enuff dat she laughed n was like “you’re tightening around me”😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

anyways yeah i’m pretty sure dat’s like everything :3 ik dis is super messy n incoherent i hope it is still readable enough!! hope y’all enjoyed dis silly little TMI storytime pls lmk ur fav parts n if dis was satisfactory mwah <3

#didn’t proofread shit either just hitting post n calling it a night atp #no editing we did like men #asks #anon #0ut #long post #nsft #st0ryt1m3

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tr4showl · 8 days

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Long ass negative rant about a silly idol game story because I'm annoying and that shit has been eating away at my sanity for this week and I need to get this out of my chest

I had low expectations for the story but man I am still some how disappointed. I have a disdain for alkaloid and Crazy:B constantly mashed together since the abomination that was Romantic?date and the current event is sadly reaffirming that feeling even more.

To start off , while I liked the interactions between some of the characters , in general I felt they were mostly shallow and just felt like they were regurgitating the same constant shitty jokes without developing the existing relationships between them or building up new ones between characters that didn't have the chance to properly know each other yet. (Like for example, personally, I am so so tired of those embarrassing awful cannibalism jokes between mayoi and Niki that their dynamic is mostly based on, especially since that's most of Niki's Screentime in the story) And a lot of interactions just feels like soulless ship-bait that flies by even worse when you hate 90% of the ships they're baiting.(Enstars always had those kinds of moments but there were times when they felt genuine and added at least a bit to the characters and the dynamics between them, while here it's just painful to read) Sometimes I even felt like the characters were basically caricatures of themselves.

Also , the story is currently 26 chapters long with more dreadfully coming soon, but it feels like nothing happened so far which is alarming knowing that we're already 2/3 into the story. After just reading , I barely remember anything that happened besides the awful moments. Nothing feels like it has any significance whether it's to the characters involved or the reader. I mean , going back to the village felt like nothing more than a background change so they can continue doing nothing but in an old house this time instead of a studio as well as an opportunity for aira to be racist again, which shouldn't be the case considering it was the place both Amagis grew up in and have complicated feelings about. Especially for Rinne who was shunned all his life by the village for his status as future "monarch" and for his mindset which led him to run away to the city to pursue his passion of being an idol, so a thing as big as returning there (even if the main immediate conflict was solved by the end of the main story) should hold more weight than him just being a little bit mopey on the way there. Also they straight up just pulled a Turkish drama by introducing some random kid that came out of nowhere just so they'll get some "shocking" twist about his real identity that no one really cares about and that adds nothing to the already existing characters and only takes focus away from them. (Anyways my bet at this point is that he's secretly akanP's son and she's somehow related to the Amagis or even better, she was actually their mom all along or something but I digress) at this point I'd rather hear more about the weird and complicated Godfather nonsense than whatever's going on here

And didn't even get to aira racism. it was already unfortunately established as a character trait for him so it was unsurprising for him to act that way. Even then, him describing his prejudiced views in great Detail was so shocking and tasteless and left a bad impression of the whole story for most even when aira gets reprimanded and scolded for saying such things immediately after because it's obvious that the writer won't put in any effort to make the character outgrow his awful views. So even if we take it in good faith and assume that the writer was intending on mocking and criticizing those views , the whole thing feels tasteless and tone deaf because of how badly written everything is, especially considering Akira's less than favorable track record in handling topics like racism.

All of this is a huge shame considering they actually mention interesting things that they most likely won't bother exploring in the future that would much rather have them focus on instead of whatever we got (like Kaname being mentioned and tatsumi guessing something is up with HiMERU, Niki knowing what cooked human meat smells like which alludes to his father's past which we literally have only been getting crumbs of since the main story as well as Niki's complicated relationship with being an idol and his low self-esteem. just to name a few)

What makes everything worse is for how long the event has been teased and how it has been hyped up as this GRAND FINALE that finally wraps up the alkaloid/Crazy:B plotline. And if THIS is what we get I'm very concerned about what is to come. I know that we're only through 2/3 of the story so far, but I doubt they'll be able to get back up from this garbage this late into the story

I know that I'm writing this in the heat of my emotions and this is all silly and doesn't matter and I'll probably be over it by next week , but it's such a shame to see a series that can do WAYY better sink this low.

#enstarsposting #useless ramblings #sorry let me be a bit cringe for a moment #i literally wrote a whole ass rant on enstars instead of working on my art history essay. light warm up ig #i'll definitely regret writing this next morning

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xojennyboo · 17 days

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A/N: Hello! For starters a huge apology for not being consistent with the updates. It’s tax season and I work in tax and it’s been a hectic few months. Here is a small update, I hope you enjoy. As always thank you so much for reading. Don’t forget to vote, like, share, reblog. Thank you! Enjoy.

You sit in your living sofa watching your group of friends making themselves home. You were very fortunate to have a handful of friends that you trusted 100 % and that they trusted you. Today was movies and game night.it was the perfect weather to stay in and hang out. Each person was in charge of bringing snacks or a game. Luckily for you, you had plenty of snacks in your cabinets and a few game boards. One by one each friend arrived at your house filling you quiet living room with playful chatter and laughter. You lived by yourself, and your house was never this loud unless some of your friends were here. The good thing about tonight was that they were also going to stay the night to keep you company.

As you distanced yourself from the crowd, which included 5 friends in total, you couldn’t help but smile at their interactions. They were currently finishing their dinner which consisted of your favorite Chinese food spot down the road. Everyone loved it there, and the employees were always super nice. You were already finished eating do you gave them their space to eat. “Now what could you possibly be doing here sitting by yourself?", your friend Harry says, placing his arm behind your head on the edge of the sofa. "Watching" you simply say to him. “What’s so entertaining about watching us idiots?", he chuckles. You simply point at Michael and Derek who were playfully bickering about who would take the last egg roll. Both of you watched the interaction and chuckled when Michelle was the one to eat it. “Yeah, you’re right. It is entertaining “he says.

You lean your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes a bit. You and Harry had a weird between the two of you. Each one knew about the attraction for one another, but nothing was ever done about it. You both consistently flirted with each other, and both were very protective. He would sometimes stay the night at your house just because. You could talk to him about anything and everything but when it came to your feelings you found yourself speechless. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”, you hear him ask, his hand reaching to your hair to play with it. “Nothing and everything all at once”, you say, your words causing him to chuckle. “So specific", he mumbles. “Ready for a long night?”, he asks. “Not really but it shall be fun. We just need some alcoholic beverages to pipe up the mood”, you say, getting up from your comfy spot on the couch and walking over to your alcohol cellar. You feel Harry’s presence behind you as you looked at the different bottles and deciding on what drinks to make.

“What are we thinking tonight? I can make mojitos or margaritas. We also have beer. Ooh and I also got a new bottle of wine”, you say excitedly. “If someone else heard you they would think you’d have an alcohol issue”, he chuckles making your eyes roll in response. “Oh please. You and I both know I do not”, you say, attempting to reach up towards the shelf to get your new wine bottle. You, being short wasn’t helping the situation. “Here, let me”, Harry says, placing his hand on your hip and reaching up to the top shelf to reach the bottle. In this very moment it felt like time stood still. His chest pressed against your back. His hand gently placed on your hip for leverage. Your breathing becoming shallow at the close proximity. You didn’t dare look in his direction, instead looking at his movements.

Once he reached the bottle, he handed it to you, his piercing green eyes looking straight at you. You felt like this small cellar was closing in on you as he stepped closer to you. “Thank you”, you whispered, his face becoming closer and closer. Your eyes were glued on his perfect pink lips, wanting them to touch yours. But, as soon as they were Michelle came barging into the cellar, Harry taking a huge step back away from you, increasing the distance. “There you guys are, we’re waiting on you “, she says taking a look between the two of you. “Ill wait with the guys”, Harry says, excusing himself as he exited the cellar. Michelle narrowed her eyes at you, making your cheeks turn a bright pink. “Well, did he finally kiss you?”, she playfully asks. “No. But he was about to before you walked in”, you whine at your rest friend, your childish reaction causing her to giggle as she dragged you out of the room. “It will happen tonight. I’m sure of it”, she confidently says. “As long as its not forced. I don’t want to push anything. If we both want the same thing it’ll happen”, you say, placing the bottles on the kitchen counter.

The night was better than you had expected. Throughout the evening you made margaritas and mojitos like you had planned. You had also played a few rounds of charades, where you and Harry obviously had won. After finishing an intense round of monopoly, one by one your friends started going to bed...drunk. You were feeling a little bit buzzed but that had only pushed you to start cleaning. Michelle comes up to you and bids you goodnight, hugging you before going to bed. As soon as you were alone, you started cleaning the living room. You gathered up all of the board games and put them in the small bank you had by your window. Then you gathered all of the imply glasses on the coffee table. While you were doing this, Harry appeared from the hallway, quickly reaching towards you to help you carry the glasses. “In a cleaning mood?”, he asks as he helped you place the glasses in the dish washer. “Yeah. I don’t like waking up to a mess”, you say, turning the cycle on. Harry volunteered to help you clean, him attacking the dishes and mess in the kitchen while you attacked the mess in the living room. You fluffed your pillions one last time before placing it back on the couch and finishing. You felt accomplished and relieved. The buzz you felt earlier disappearing completely. You go into the kitchen and see that Harry was done too placing the last dish in the cabinet. “All done”, he turns to look at you with an accomplished wide smile. He walks up towards you and engulfed you in a big bear hug. His arms wrapped around your small frame hugging you tightly. Your face placed against his chest; his chin placed on top of your head. “How are you feeling? Tired yet?’ he asks, swaying your bodies side by side. “Not really, which is surprising considering I’m asleep at this time almost every night” you say, closing your eyes momentarily as you lister his heartbeat against his chest. “In that case, why don’t we go sit in your library?”, he suggests.

The library was one of your favorite places to be in.it wasn’t a huge library, but it was A big room filled with all of your favorites. Harry had helped you build it when you first moved in. It was a project you both worked on together and once it was complete it held a special place in both of your hearts. Quietly you both made your way to the library, trying to make as little noise as possible. As you walked into the room, you turned the light switch on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow light. Immediately you felt a different like in the room. You sat on the sofa that was against the windows that were hidden by curtains. “You’ve collected more books I ace”, Harry states, walking around the room until he plopped downright next to you. “Yeah, my collection keeps growing. There’s always something new out there”, you say, bringing your knees up to your chest your arms wrapping around them.

For a while you both sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. But that soon changed when he shifted his position on the sofa to look directly at you. “Tell me something", he says. “Tell you what”, you respond, slightly confused." Ne’ve been avoiding whatever is going on between us”, he says. A small smile plays on your lips. “I know” you say. “Why?”, he asks. You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing why. “You know why. Deep down. I know it because I feel the same way”, he says. “You do?”, your eyes look up at him, feeling a bit relieved. “Yes. I do. And as much as I try to suppress it, every time I’m near you, or alone with you. I can’t help myself but to think about having my way with you”, he says. A small blush plays on your face, knowing that you felt exactly the same way. You couldn’t help but rethink the many times you’ve pictured yourself straddling his lap or having his lips kiss you in sinful ways, like in the books you read. Just the thought of it was turning you on.

“Have I scared you?”, he asks, his face holding a concerned look. “Not at all. I feel exactly the same way Harry. If I can confess, I really wanted us to kiss in the cellar earlier. I really thought that it would finally be our moment”, you say. He smirks at your confession and gets closer to you. “Oh, really now? I wanted to kiss you so badly in there but of course Michelle always has perfect timing”, he says making you both laugh. “Yeah, she sure does”, you agree. “But who says that we can’t have another moment hm? We can have plenty of moments. Maybe even now”, he looks at you. “Now?”, your nervously ask. “It doesn’t have to be, but it could”, he playfully says. This causes your heart to beat a bit faster. Just the thought of Harry taking you in this very room excited you. It would be perfect since this room already holds so many memories.

Without ginning it a second thought you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, just the way you’ve imagined it so many times smirk played on his lips as he waited on your next move. You placed your hand on either side of his face and kissed him. His hand reciprocated yours and upped your face as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt much better than what you had imagined. They felt so soft against yours. His tongue didn’t feel foreign as he tangled it with yours. His hands dragged down to hold onto your hips, squeezing the skin as the kiss got more heated. You couldn’t get enough from this kiss. You wanted his lips to kiss you everywhere, just like yours wanted to do to his.

“Are we really going to do this?”, he says, pulling back from the kiss to get reassurance from you. “Do you not want to?”, you skeptically say. “Of course I want to, just want to make sure you’re okay with this”, he chuckles before attaching his lips to your once again. Needy lips against yours, you couldn’t get enough of it. You’ve waited to taste those lips for a while and now that you’ve had, you couldn’t get enough. His grip on your waist tightened as he held you close to his body. Then they roamed up your back, his hand gliding underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. Instantly he took the piece of clothing off, revealing your bra. He took a moment to take in your half naked body, loving every inch of your bare skin. His lips found their way to your neck, kissing down reaching your chest. These kisses were getting sloppy and needy, wanting more. He planted a small gentle kiss on top of each of your breast before reaching towards your back and undoing the clasp in one single second. You feel your breast becoming free, to be out of the constraints from your cute bra.

"Goodness they’re beautiful" Henry says, palming each breast in his large hands. “Such a nice size. They fit perfectly in my hands”, he says, gently squeezing them causing a small gasp to fall from your mouth. “You like now I’m touching you this way? Enjoy my bands palming your breasts?", he says. “Yes”, you breathlessly say as you watched his hands cupping you. You watch as he leans in and takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue circling the small sensitive nub. A shiver ran down your spine your back arching causing your breasts to move closer to his face. His movements becoming more aggressive as he squeezed harshly, a grasp leaving your lips.

He pulls away. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up your chest until they reconnect with your lips. Your hands frantically reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his torso and over his head. His tattooed covered torso on full display for you to see. “I want to feel more of you”, you whispered to him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, leaving small gentle kisses. “And I want to feel all of you” he says, grabbing you tightly as he moves in a different position. He lays you down on the sofa, his body hovering yours as his hands find the button of your pants.in one swift moment they were off. You were surprised at the fact that you weren’t as shy as you’d thought you’d be around Harry. You felt so comfortable around him, especially in this intimate moment.

His lips trailed down your torso, until they reached the hem of your panties. “May I?”, he asks. “Yes”, you whispered, taking off your undergarments and throwing them with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He smirked at the sight of you, naked and ready to be worshipped by him. He had pictured this very moment with you but never thought hid get a chance to. Before he did anything else, he removed the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free from the restraints of his briefs. ‘Wow’, you thought to yourself. He definitely had an impressive package, and you were so ready to have it inside of you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs in order for him to see your glistening pussy.

“Look how met you are “he whispers kissing up your leg and into your inner thighs, nipping your skin marking you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He continued leaving kisses until those kisses landed on your aching clit. You inhaled a sharp breath and the contact, throwing your head back in pleasure as his mouth pleasured you. His tongue swirled around your clit the noises of your wetness the only thing audibles in the room. You tried so hard to contain your moans, afraid that someone moved here. You felt his stands reach up to squeeze your breasts as he ate you out, the twisting of your nipples sending sharp tingles to your core. You’re breathing was becoming heavier by the second, his actions making it harder to breathe.

His tongue sled down your core, collecting all of your wetness, and got inserted in you. You gasped, a bit loudly, at the intrusion causing a moan to emit from Harry. You felt yourself becoming closer to your peak, the lack of breathing giving you a sense of euphoria. Your hands moved towards Harry’s pair, gripping his curls as he devoured you. “Fuck Harry. Please don’t stop”, you quietly moan. Your chest hearing up and down quickly as you reached your high, moaning Harry’s name and cursing as your hips took control and rode out your high on Harry’s face. He didn’t stop until he licked every drop of cum from your pussy. Once he did, he pulled away with a huge smile on his face. It was a smile filled with accomplishment. “That was so hot”, he whispered kissing up your body and kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I ‘need you wrapped around me love”, he says. Grabbing a condom from his jean pocket, he gently puts it on. “Do me a favor and get on your knees on the sofa with your back facing me”, he instructs, and you do as you’re told, excitement building up once again. Once you’re in the position he wanted you in, he gently pushes you down, your upper body against the top edge of the sofa. " Fuck you look so sexy like this”, he grunts. His compliment giving you a boost of confidence. His fingertips traced your bare back, down your spine, until he reached your waist. He held you with both hands as he positioned himself behind you and slid nice dick inside, both letting out a moan in unison.

He didn’t move, waiting for you to adjust to him. You knew Harry carried a hefty package, but you didn’t realize how big.it felt so good inside you, fitting perfectly. “I’m good Harry. You can move”, you say. You feel him slide out and slam back in, the ave leaving your body at the harsh movement. “On fuck”, you gasp tightening the grip on the sofa as he continued sliding in and out of you. He felt so good. Your breathing turned heavy as he tucked you from behind. H his hand roamed up your back, his fingers attaching to your hair as he gripped it, pulling you back, the new angle causing you to moan louder than before. “Fuck baby, you feel amazing”, he raspy says, his movements becoming faster, the noise of skin against skin becoming louder.

“Fuck me, fuck me fuck me. Yes, yea, yea”, you moan uncontrollably. Before you knew it, he flipped you over on the couch, your back pressed against the soft cushions. He slid back in, leaning over your body, his forehead pressed against yours. This position felt more intimate your naked sweaty bodies pressed closely together. “Hey”, he quietly says, pecking your lips. “Hey”, you shyly say. He smiles and starts thrusting again. He muzzles his face into your neck, feeling his breath against your hot skin. Your fingers scratch his back as his movements become faster, the scratches definitely leaving red marks.

His grunts become moans as you both start to reach your high. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter bringing closer, if that were even possible. His movements becoming sloppier, you knew he was close. “Cum, Harry. Fuck”, you moan against his ear. He lifts his head that was against your neck and reaches for your hand, gripping them tightly and pinning them on either side of your head. “Cum with me y/n “, he pants. You frantically nod your head, the feeling becoming too much for you. Your back arched as you came, your mouth hung open as the small moans inset from you. Harry’s movements still right after you came, grunting as he came inside the condom.

“Fucking hell love, that was amazing", he says, removing the condom and throwing it in the garbage. “Yes, it was”, you lazily day, feeling extremely tired now. Harry notices and lifts you in his arms, leading you into your empty bedroom where you would both share for the night. He gets the covers out of the way and tucks you in. You feel him start to leave but you reach out to grab his arm. “Where are you going? Stay”, you sleepily say. “I’m coming right back love. I’m just gonna go grab our stuff”, he quietly says, disappearing. A couple minutes passed, and you feel him right beside you, his body pressed against you as he spooned you. He kisses your shoulder, and you hear him whisper "goodnight my love”, before going into a blissful sleep.

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yunomagic · 1 year

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And That Someone Will Never Be Me ( Hanahaki AU? )

( Small drabble / snippet of an idea i had last night based on the Twitter Takeover. ALSO yes i know RealShadowFan01 and Shadow got divorced but my slow ass brain is always late when it comes to ideas and concepts. Lets just pretend i posted this while the Twitter Takeover was still recent, capiche? /lh Also this is very sonic-centric so Shadow and RealShadowFan01 don’t rlly make an appearance and are just mentioned anyway—

Summary: Sonic is lovesick, figuratively and literally. (Based off of this song https://youtu.be/n6OGAHXuLg0)

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Cough, cough, cough, cough.

“Oh what the hell...”

He continued to retch and wheeze for air, pounding his chest with a gloved fist, and the other hand gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. He hasn’t felt this much pain since his last visit to the Starfall Islands, when all the cyber corruption wriggling in his body felt incredibly excruciating. Like little parasites feasting away at your flesh from the inside. Eugh. It was terrible, but as always he pulled through it. Even when it left him fatigued and tired.

How can you smile when you can barely stand?

He recalled the moment where Sage was incredulous with him. If he were to be honest, that’s just who he is. He didn’t know how, but he always manages to fight through the pain, even when it hurts. And that statement holds true even now.

Right after the Twitter Takeover had ended, Sonic found himself falling strangely ill. So with a few rushed goodbyes, he sped towards the nearest bathroom and began his coughing session. He could easily chalk it up to how exhausted he was from his previous adventure, and suddenly catching some sort of flu virus. Initially he also thought it was some left over cyber corruption attacking his system.

But the pain he felt at the moment wasn’t similar to the pain he felt while he was on the islands. No. It was more of a burning, stinging sensation. Mainly at the back of his throat. Like it was clogged and course. But there was pain in his lungs too. It was an asphyxiated feeling, making him feel like he’s drowning. And the more he coughed and wretched, the more did he feel the bile, or whatever the fuck it was, slowly creep out of his esophagus.

So the hedgehog kept on coughing and gagging. Until tears sparkled at the corners of his eyes and clouded his vision. Until the thing that was lodged in his throat would come out little by little. It felt rough and lush and oh chaos why does it hurt so much? Why is this happening to him? What is actually going on?

As his mind raced a mile a minute, Sonic reached into his mouth and pulled. Wincing and shaking slightly as the item in his throat scraped against the insides of his trachea. Mere seconds later, he yanks it out of his mouth, along with a trail of blood trickling onto his tan muzzle and white gloves. It took a few minutes for the blue blur to recover and for his vision to clear up, finally inhaling and taking slow, shallow breaths.

He finally looked up, god was he a mess. But right when he glanced at what was in his hand, his breathing stopped. His world stopped. Everything stopped. Right there, sitting on the palm of his hand, was a small, bloodied bundle of lavender. He glanced at the sink. And there were scraps of foliage and purple petals swirling around the pink water.

“Wh… what the…”

Lavender were Shadow’s favorite flowers. Heck, he even smells like lavender and Sonic knows how good the scent is on him. But how could it end up in his throat? He can’t even remember the last time he ate anything, and if what he ate was anything weird. What was happening to him?

“Okay, okay, okay…” He stammered. “Be strong, be strong… be strong…”

He rewinded his experience today. So he was pretty exhausted, yet he still did the Twitter Takeover. He answered some questions. Had a little bit of fun. Got a little upset at that one question of Shadow getting married to someone he didn’t know exist. And he didn’t feel sick until the Twitter Takeover was over. Then he rushed to the bathroom where he had a coughing fit and yanked that bundle of lavender out.

So it definitely wasn’t cyber corruption, or something weird he ate. Somehow he thought it would all be Eggman’s doing until he remembered something Amy talked about a couple months prior.

“Hanahaki Disease, an illness born from unrequited love. Where the flowers of a victim’s beloved may sprout from the inside of their lungs. Causing the victim to choke, suffocate, and throw up.”

Both of them knew that Hanahaki wasn’t necessarily fake, but it wasn’t common either. More of a rare occurrence than anything. Oftentimes however, there’d be love stories revolving around the concept of this mysterious disease. He just didn’t think he’d end up being a part of one.

The thought of it just made Sonic aghast and anguished and angry and afraid. It didn’t take a scholar to figure out who his beloved was. None other than Shadow the fucking hedgehog.

And of course it was one-sided. Shadow was going to get married to some stranger he never even met in person. To be fair to RealShadowFan01, they’re probably be a nice person in real life. But… still, it pains Sonic so see and know who Shadow really loves. It pains Sonic to see and know how easy it was to win Shadow over and he never got the chance. It pains Sonic to see and know that he’s in love with someone he’ll never get to be with.

It’s so unfair.

Yet… it’s also unfair to Shadow and RealShadowFan01. He should be happy for them, right? He should be happy that they’re going to have a wonderful marriage and life together. He’s not going to ruin their marriage over something as ridiculous as his own feelings for Shadow. It’s too cruel. It’s too… selfish. Making the ebony hedgehog prioritize Sonic’s health when he could have possibly the greatest marriage in his entire life? Completely heartless.

Yes, he’s heartbroken. Yes, he’s crying. Yes, he’s probably dying. But would it all matter in the end? Shadow needs to be happy. Sonic wants Shadow to be happy.

He might not be the one to iron his bedsheets, cook him half-baked food from the ARK or buy tiramisu, participate in a lengthy skincare routine that his “gotta-go-fast” brain can’t handle, or turn the radio on to Taylor Swift songs. But if RealShadowFan01 can give his non-beloved all of that happiness… Then damnit, he’s not taking any steps between them and their marriage.

The thoughts sent the blue blur into another violent round of dry heaving and convulsions. Red droplets, purple lavender, green mucus, blue tears. They all plummet down onto the sink below, creating a bittersweet mosaic of the source of Sonic’s suffering. A cold-blooded symbol of his melancholy love.

When it was all over, he looked at himself in the mirror, shaking like a leaf in the wind. For a moment, he stared at his reflection. Reflecting at how awful he looked with the crimson around his muzzle and his bloodshot eyes. Gross.

After a quick clean up, paper towels and foliage making a trip to the trash and some water splashed to the face. Sonic looks at himself in the mirror again. He sings.

“I’m in love, with someone. Who’s in love, with someone.”

A sharp pang swelled in his chest.

“And that someone… will never be, me.”

He tumbles out the bathroom, ignoring the seeds rattling in his lungs, and the stems of lavender taking bloom.

How can he smile when he can barely breathe?

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amethystblack · 1 year

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I'm sorry if my questions are offensive but I have to get something off my chest. Why is your writing so clumbsy? Like, I know we're only human and all and I appreciate your attempt at a good story but this isn't it. It tries to be realistic but I feel as though it's not. And one other thing is that I love challenge but your balancing is just super weird to me. Like, everytime I play Reborn I felt like the battles weren't very difficult if you use certain pokemon and felt the battles were samey.

i dont want to just "*your" and end thread but there is something so cosmically funny to me about "why is your writing so clumbsy" being spelled that way

anyway, i'm just going to take a guess that this subsequent ask is also you:

and i'm glad you sent it because my original response was basically going to be "what exactly is clumsy about it to you?"

because under normal circumstances, my answer to that would be the circumstances behind it-- the narrative structure is a mess because from the start we were gluing unrelated league characters together. it's a poor structural foundation with which i've done the best i could, and i eagerly anticipate the chance to do better.

but if this is about amaria then this is a completely different conversation. and that explains a lot, like for instance, the attitude. many people really seem to have a special brand of vitriol for her, which i continually find genuinely fascinating. i also love the line "controversial characters the community despises" because it acknowledges that people have opposing opinions on her, but in the same breath you speak for the community as a whole as if it has one unified, objective stance. some might say that that kind of writing is a bit messy.

so let's talk mindset. especially regarding the depression, that was based partly on the experiences of a friend, and mostly on my own personal experience with it. i am keenly aware of how depression makes a person feel, and i somewhat resent the implication that i am somehow unfamiliar with that. more than anything, i do not accept the outside criticism that my portrayal of my own depression is unrealistic. in fact, i was very happy when the episode released that it resonated with their experiences as well. in terms of personal, vulnerable and emotionally-resonant writing in the game, i would actually go so far as to say that amaria's depression is actually some of my most successful.

of course, it's also true that not everyone's experiences are the same! you obviously have strong opinions on what depression does, which i can only assume by the objective confidence you say them with is based off of your own experience rather than something flimsy like opinions on characters in a video game. the contrast of experiences is a great opportunity for both of us to learn a lesson about how each other experiences these things. in the sense of being an opportunity to compare emotions and understand where they differ, i feel as if this bit of writing has actually been quite successful.

finally, there is, of course, a strong, vocal population of people who just despise amaria. after all, she does whine about it a lot, doesn't she? she even says so and feels bad for it! and she is a terrible person, isn't she? she admits to that and feels bad for it too. but when in the game are you ever expected to forgive her for that? when have i asked you to do that? when is the depression ever framed as an excuse? i'm pretty confident i expressly have not framed it that way, because i certainly do not view it that way. i think amaria is one of my best characters exactly because she is so flawed. i suppose that a shallow reading of her presence in labradorra might be taken as narrative endorsement of her behavior, but i hope a more emotionally-nuanced interpretation would understand how actively and intentionally uncomfortable it is for her to show up and insert herself into a battle alongside you after that. because that, also, is very personally-motivated. i had a very complicated relationship with the aforementioned friend on which she was based. so while i also put a lot of myself into her, i am also so very vindicated when people hate her as well. in terms of creating a divisive character who people have a variety of strong opinions about, i actually feel as if i've been very successful with her writing.

what's weird to me is the point at which this stopped being about the character being bad, and started being about me being bad. like, there is a lot of bad faith from you to me here, but the expectation to excuse her behavior based on depression, which you take so much issue with, didn't come from me. as a firm believer in the concept of death of the author (if the hydreigon scene didn't make that clear), i really feel like that expectation which seems to have stirred you up so much came from yourself-- from your reading of the game.

and i'm okay with that. that's a new one to me, but i've enjoyed hearing the new hot take fresh out of the oven. you say you don't mean offense, and i kind of believe you, but the amount of bad faith and the sharp wording you've now punted two asks at me with... makes me wonder. on the other hand, if it's something you 'have to get off your chest' like you said... well, i get that. because that was also me for writing those parts of the game. it was just something i emotionally needed to do. maybe you can understand that, since these asks were also kind of clumsy on your part.

it's okay, though. after all, we're only human.

#reborn asks #ask ame

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writingforevren · 1 year

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Hi folks, woah it’s a new WIP! I know crazy right? Recently my dnd character who I’d been playing with several months faced a tragic end and I wanted to write something to honor him. Also who doesn’t love a good pirate story? Not to mention a chaotic bisexual pirate who’s secretly a genius artificer has got to be one of the most fun characters I’ve ever played/written. This is more of a fun project I wanted to write for myself. So without further ado here’s an excerpt from that.

{ A Couple Things About It }

Genre - Pirate Fantasy

Content Warnings - Swearing | Blood | Violence

Excerpt Length - 1,570 Words

{ Thorne - Tea & Rum }

His breathes were shallow as he held his chest where a sword had recently been driven through. His insides felt like they could’ve fallen out, but the bandage seemed to be preventing that from happening; Though he did feel a bit off, the pain caused his thoughts to be muddled and his body felt ready to shut down. He wasn’t ready to die yet, not this time. He looked up as he heard a knock on the door.

“Fuck me” He spoke quietly and sank into his bed, even the smallest movement causing him pain.

He waited a moment and there was another knock “Crow are you alright?” It was Reid’s voice and he seemed like he genuinely cared.

Crow sighed, he never much liked people but for some odd reason he felt like he should let him in. “Come in” he grumbled.

The door squeaked and he heard the footsteps coming closer, he didn’t bother looking over but still in visioned those big black boots of Reid’s as they moved closer, instead he stared out the porthole window and the laps of the sea. He’d often forget to appreciate its beauty but… fuck it was beautiful, it was rare he’d miss land but he knew the moment he stepped on to land he’d miss the feeling the sea gave him. He belonged there, from the first moment he set sail he felt himself for the first time.

“How’re you feeling?” Reid spoke, breaking through his thoughts.

“Like I just got stabbed” Crow tore his gaze away from the sea. He smiled, it was- kind of funny how many times he’d almost died, it was like for some odd reason the world just wasn’t ready for him to go. Heck the only long term damage he’d faced were a few lost teeth and a singular metal plate in his arm which he could only feel if he moved it in a very specific way, and if he did it felt sort of like someone hitting you in the funny bone. This time he had the suspicion that there might be a broken rib involved which was the perfect opportunity to invent something.

Reid chuckled “haha very funny, no, I mean how do you feel?” he spoke slower and sat down on the end of the bed, the various blades on him clanging together. A smile crept through his dark beard which had various little braids in it from fidgeting.

Crow took a moment, how did he feel? Disappointed? relieved? weird? well yes of course he felt weird he was just stabbed- again. At this point it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of Crow Thorne. Literally. “I suppose I feel a bit uh… Well I feel like everyone’s got it out for me, especially since I shot that guy.”

“Which guy?” Right- there was more than one guy- what was it now? quite a few though he wasn’t sure how many actually died, most of the time he went for non kill shots and they stood down before he actually killed them; but then again when you shoot someone whether they die or not it’s probably gonna leave a mark on them- and you if they’re the revenge type.

“All of them?” Crow watched as he tipped liquid from a teapot into a cup, he’d never been that big of a fan tea.“What’s that?”

“Tea,” Reid replied simply and poured in a splash of liquid from his flash “And rum.” he handed the cup to Crow. “Drink up.”

“And who are you to tell your captain what to do?” Crow smelled the concoction which had the warm spicy scent of rum mixed with the bitter scent of earl grey. He sipped it and it was surprisingly good, but that might’ve just been because of his love of rum.

“Mm you do realize that we could easily overthrow you right? You may be captain right now but that could change at any moment.” He stood and began to pace the room, he had a smirk on his face which made Crow begin to question his agenda.

“If you were gonna overthrow me you would’ve thrown me off the ship when I was down instead of bandaging me up.” Crow downed the rest of the cup of- tea rum- tum- rea? tea with rum added and set it to the side. He moved his legs to get up but the moment he started to stand he felt immense pain in his ribs and whatever muscles surrounded them. He let out a small groan of pain and a swear.

“Hey, hey stay down you’re not allowed up yet” Reid grabbed his shoulders and sat him back down. Maybe he was trying to help, but he ended up being more of an annoyance than anything.

“Get outta my way I’m fine.” Crow stood and pushed him out of the way and immediately let out a wince of pain. “Fuck,” he swore and grabbed the wall for support.

“Ah completely ‘fine’ are ya” The man was really starting to piss him off, one moment he gave a shit the next he was mocking him.

“Fuck. you.” He steadied his breath, trying his best to ignore the pain and the overwhelming sense of nausea that had just hit him.

“Feisty-” He stopped after seeing the glare on Crow’s face “Okay but on a serious note you really should rest.”

Crow put his hands on Reids shoulders. “No, Shut up I’m fine.” His words came out slurred and it almost felt drunken. “Hypothetically though if I wasn’t would uh- would the world feel spinny?”

“For fuck sakes Crow you’re not okay” His voice sounded a bit fuzzy and faint as Crow’s vision began to fade.

“That’s… Captain Thorne to you.” The world went dark.

Next thing he knew he was waking up in his bed again, once again in pain, it felt like a weird time loop or something but this time he wasn’t alone. “Not this again…” he muttered.

“You’re a fucking idiot” The man with honey skin spoke but there was a smile across his face. “At least you’re alive though- you know it’s been over night”

“Fuck really?” he paused to think for a moment. “I dunno if I can do this anymore…” Crow spoke and stared at the docked ceiling. He barely remembered how he got there and wasn’t sure if the whole killing and almost being killed thing was working.

“What? People almost killing you? No I don’t think I can do that anymore either, you know how many times we’ve had to sew you up? you’re gonna turn into a fucking patchwork doll eventually.”

Crow shook his head. “Nah mate… the pirating thing… Also yes it does have a little bit to do with the whole murder attempt thing.”

Reid laughed. “Very funny okay yeah ‘the mad lad thorne’ is gonna quit pirating.”

“Nah… I’m serious, I fucking love the sea don’t get me wrong but… I dunno I kinda wanna try something new.” He found himself imagining the things he could experience on land, actually seeing real animals, exploring towns, meeting people who weren’t either scared of him or wanted him dead.

“We can’t leave, Crow.”

“You wouldn’t come with me… You’d stay here, take over as captain, y’know?” He cautiously sat up as to not re-injure himself. It still hurt, just not quite as much.

“So… you’re just gonna leave us then?…” He seemed disappointed. Crow wasn’t sure what he had expected but at the very least he’d thought Reid would be excited to be captain.

“Not forever… just for a trip, a month, maybe a few, I’m not sure, I’ll come back though and better bet your ass I’ll come back a way better captain.”

“But uh- what about that thing you promised you’d make me?”

“Thing?…” He didn’t recall but maybe his head was still just foggy.

“The ehm- Fire sword! yeah that one.” Now that he said it, yeah he had promised he’d make a fire sword, after all how hard could it be? he’d made his own firearm so a flaming sword should be easy but at this point it felt like Reid was just trying to find an excuse for him to stay.

“You can’t make me stay y’know, it’s my choice.”

“But you’re meant to be a pirate, you’re meant to be at sea, you’re meant to stay with your crew-” Meant to, why the fuck did everything have to have a meaning? Why couldn’t he just be who he wanted and live as himself? Why did people ruin everything?

“Yeah and when I was younger I used to be told I was meant to go to a nice school, I was meant to be a good kid, I was meant to meet a beautiful girl, I was meant to carry on a stupid legacy I want nothing to do with. You know what? Fuck you, I’m going to think and I don’t give a shit how much it hurts” He stood, with a little bit of trouble and stumbled out as Reid spoke

“Oh come Crow you know I didn’t mean it like that!”

“That’s Captain Thorne to you!” He snapped before leaving the room and walking up the stairs to the main deck. He wasn’t sure why he had reacted that way.

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ooh this one’s new so the taglist is empty but if you’re interested you can request to be added either by a little reblog or an ask

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #original writing #wip: thorne #renwrites #pirates #fantasy #dnd #d&d #OC: Crow Thorne #slow burn #Yes I know this is a wacky time to post this but I can always reblog it at a normal time

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hunnywrites · 2 years

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Arcade Dreams: Chapter Twenty Three

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: Hi...so, I’m so sorry this took so long to update. Truly. I’ve been so anxious writing this chapter and making sure it at least sort of makes up for being gone for so long. I’m also throwing in a hint at a potential spin off series that I’m excited about. So, enjoy!

Teddi was sure that it wasn’t possible for time to move slower. Somehow she’d been thrown into some sort of sick time warp once she’d shown up for work and now it felt like she would be in that stupid lifeguard chair for the rest of enternity. Summer in Hawkins was proving to be brutal enough between the heat and the fact that nearly every single kid in town wanted to spend their free time at the pool. Add in the feeling that her day would never end, and Teddi was about to dive head first into the shallow end.

There was enough to keep her mildly entertained, she supposed. There was a third grader (who she learned was named Kevin because his mother had a lovely habit of screaming at him to stay within eyesight about every four minutes) who was trying, and mostly failing, to swim with a bright green snorkel mask that made him stick out like a sore thumb. Watching him struggling to doggy paddle back and forth between each side of the shallow end had at least helped the last hour or so pass a little bit more quickly.

Teddi peered over her star shaped sunglasses to the shiny red clock that hung on the snackbar’s back wall. Only two minutes had passed since she’d last checked. She let out a loud groan.

“You’re lookin’ a little antsy there, Weird Girl,” Teddi jumped at the sound of Billy’s voice. He was leaning against her chair, his sunglasses pushed down the bridge of his nose and flashing a sly grin her way. “Waiting on something?” he asked, his eyebrows raising.

Teddi’s nose wrinkled before she pushed her glasses back into place. “Nothing special,” she chirped simply. Billy let out a chuckle, humming out an mmhmm before crossing his arms over his chest. She let out a huff, letting her casual facade break before sinking in her seat. “Working on your birthday should be illegal. I feel like I’ll never get out of this hell hole. And at this point I’m pretty sure that kid with the snorkel is trying to drown himself.”

“Probably hoping for some mouth to mouth from the babely lifeguard,” Billy teased, wriggling his eyebrows and letting out a chuckle. Teddi rolled her eyes. Billy pushed off of the chair, righting his sunglasses and throwing his thumb over his shoulder. “Just get outta here, Larsson. I’ll take over. I’ll meet you back home after my shift.”

Teddi eyed him suspiciously. “Are you being nice, or is this because it’s my birthday?”

“Nice?” Billy scoffed, his top lip lifting into a sneer that somehow was also a smirk in a way only Billy could pull off. “I’m just hoping for some birthday sex.”

Teddi rolled her eyes, climbing down from her chair. Her hands settled on her hips. “Shouldn’t it be me hoping for the birthday sex?”

“Sweetheart, I’d be more than willing to make that happen.” he leaned in towards her, the smell of his spearmint gum hitting her as his sneer had turned into that devilish smile of his, and it was Teddi’s turn to scoff. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling.

“Just go do your job, Hargrove.” she moved around him with a playful shove, sauntering off towards the locker room. Billy’s hand wrapped around Teddi’s wrist, and she was spun around against his chest with a small oof.

Teddi’s hands braced against Billy’s bare chest while Billy’s hands rested at her hips. “Or,” he leaned in, his voice low. “I can get Katie to cover for me and we can spend a little time in the sauna. Y’know, get a little head start on the birthday celebrations.”

No one used the gym or Sauna that sat around the corner from the men’s locker room. Adam had made the mistake of letting it slip to Billy that it was a good place to sneak off for a smoke when things were slow. Billy hadn’t wasted any time pulling Teddi into his newly found hideout for some quality alone time in between their swim classes.

The sauna smelled a little too strongly of musk and weed. The lights inside flickered constantly either because they’d never been replaced or from lack of use. It had always given Teddi a very Friday the 13th sort of feeling. Like if she stuck around too long Jason would show up and burn her face on the bed of coals. But Billy was also very, very convincing.

Teddi felt her cheeks and the love bites that speckled her ribs burn at the memory of their last trip to the sauna. She bit her lip, her fingers flexing slightly and her nails digging into Billy’s skin. Her mouth opened to say yes, but she caught herself. “I can’t. I want to, but I still gotta get something to wear tonight. Plus, I think if Freddy catches us in there again he might have an aneurysm.” she joked.

Billy let out a short breath through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Worth a shot.” Teddi patted his arm, pressing a kiss to his cheek before hurrying away from that accursed lifeguard chair.

Cheryl was stationed behind the snackbar, looking bored as usual. When she noticed Teddi approaching her, she perked up, smiling sweetly at her.

“How’s it going, Teddi?” she asked, leaning against the counter and placing her chin in her hand.

Teddi was almost too afraid to make direct eye contact. This definitely wasn’t normal Cheryl behavior. “Uh...it’s goin’ okay…” her eyes narrowed at the blonde. “What do you want, Cheryl?” she asked.

Cheryl’s expression immediately fell. That overly sweet smile was replaced with Cheryl’s trademark annoyed pout as she rolled her eyes dramatically. She flipped her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. “Your shift’s over, right? Are you like...doing anything after this?” she shifted from foot to foot, and Teddi couldn’t believe that she was actually witnessing what appeared to be a nervous Cheryl Burns.

Teddi’s mouth fell open just slightly before she turned to look over both of her shoulders. She turned back to Cheryl, her eyebrows screwed together tightly. “...Did Billy put you up to this or something?” she finally asked.

Cheryl sneered. “Yeah, right. I’d rather shove my own fist in my mouth and choke on it,” she spat. Cheryl stood up straight, gripping the counter top as if it was physically painful for her to be speaking to Teddi. “Look,” she huffed. “Hawkins totally like, blows ass, okay? I don’t have anyone to hang out with and I’m about to shoot myself. Like, literally. I’d rather die than spend another night at home watching some lame ass movie my parents rented. It’s totally pathetic.”

Forget the time warp. Teddi had to be stuck in some sort of alternate dimension where Cheryl Burns actually wanted to be her friend. Teddi shook her head, blinking a few times. “Uh...aren’t you friends with Carol? Why not hang out with her?”

For a second Teddi thought Cheryl might actually spit on her. “Carol’s a psychotic bitch,” she said cooly. “She started bitching at me, like, constantly because I wasn’t totally obsessed with you like she is.”

Teddi blinked. “...Carol is obsessed with me?” that was definitely news to her. It was no secret that Carol and Tommy didn’t like Teddi, but she never imagined that Carol might be obsessed with her in any sense.

Cheryl rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. “Totally. It’s because she’s like...insanely jealous that you’re with Billy. She’s the one that started that whole rumor that he knocked you up. It’s what she does. I didn’t want to go to her stupid sixteenth birthday party she was throwing at her parent’s shitty winter cabin a few years ago and she told everyone I was screwing the gym coach. As if.” she scoffed.

And just like she had come to realize with Billy, Teddi was learning that there was much more to Cheryl Burns than meets the eye. In any case, this was definitely not how she saw her day going. “Um...well, I was actually gonna drive out to the mall. I have to find something to wear tonight-”

Cheryl’s eyes lit up at the mention of shopping. “Ooo, what’s tonight? Hot date night? I can totally help. I mean...no offense, but I have a way better sense of fashion than you do.”

Teddi couldn’t really argue there. She let out a snort, shaking her head. “None taken. I’m going to the movies with Billy, Max and El for my birthday-”

“It’s your birthday? And you came to work? Ew,” Cheryl sneered. “Look, can I tag along or not? I’m not about to beg you, Teddi.” the way the conversation was going, Teddi almost felt like Cheryl would be doing her a favor by coming along to the mall.

Teddi bit her bottom lip and cast a look over her shoulder. Billy was slouched casually in the lifeguard chair, sunglasses covering his eyes. It didn’t fool Teddi. She knew that he was watching her and Cheryl. His jaw tightened and relaxed a few times and his hands were clenching to fists.

Of course Billy would be nervous to see Teddi talking to his ex. Teddi turned back to Cheryl, who looked completely put out by her situation, and smiled before nodding. “Yeah, yeah. That would actually be fun, Cheryl.”

“And Billy would totally shit a fit.” Cheryl said with a smirk.

Teddi let out a snort. “Totally.”

Cheryl made her way around the corner, linking her arm with Teddi’s. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, flashing that dazzling smile of hers in Billy’s direction and wriggling her fingers at him in a wave. Billy’s face turned as red as his swim trunks as he watched the two girls walk off, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

---

It turned out that Cheryl was just as opinionated as Billy when it came to music. Teddi had flipped the radio on as they made their way to Starcourt, and Cheryl had groaned loudly as soon as Kiss flowed through the speakers. Her pink, sparkly nails jabbed angrily at the radio buttons before she finally settled on a Heart song.

Cheryl crossed her arms firmly across her chest, not because she was angry, but because she was Cheryl, and looked around at the inside of the van. “So, what...is this like your little love den?” she asked, her eyes trained on the disco ball hanging above them.

Teddi rolled her eyes. “No. It’s...a clubhouse if anything.”

That was clearly not what Cheryl wanted to hear. “Please. It’s me we’re talking about here, Teddi. I’ve been there, done that with Billy. Like things with you two aren’t constantly ‘if the van’s a rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” she scoffed. Teddi winced a little. Cheryl went quiet, those intimidating eyes of hers trained on Teddi. “Oh my god,” Cheryl groaned. “Teddi, we have way bigger problems than finding you something to wear on your little playdate.”

Teddi huffed, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and refusing to look at Cheryl. “It’s not a playdate. And it’s not a big deal, okay? It’s complicated.” she said, trying to sound as stern as she could.

Cheryl turned in her seat to face Teddi, bringing her knee up to her chest and looking like a cat that had just caught the canary. “You live together, Teddi. I hate the bastard, but I’m not an idiot. If I was stuck in an apartment with him 24/7 I’d be on him like peanut butter on jelly,” Teddi couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Cheryl was right. It made no sense for Teddi to be so closed off. But it was all just very, very complicated. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” Cheryl finally asked.

Teddi definitely didn’t appreciate the accusing tone. “No- Jesus, Cheryl. We’ve been friends for literally five minutes-”

“I’m nosy. You get used to it. So, what’s the problem?...Is he gay? I’ve kinda always had my suspicions-”

Teddi shook her head wildly. “Billy is definitely not the issue here. It’s me.” again she shifted in her seat.

Cheryl looked her up and down a few times, as if the answer would suddenly appear if she looked at Teddi long enough. “Well it can’t be that you’re like...horribly scarred or disfigured or something. I’ve caught a peek a few times in the locker room after gym,” Cheryl pursed her lips. Teddi felt her cheeks burn as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. “You can just tell me. I’ll just keep guessing until I get it right.”

Teddi groaned. “You know, Heather doesn’t pull this kind of shit with me-”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Heather is practically a kitten in a care bear costume. She’s all princesses and rainbows.” Teddi couldn’t exactly argue with that comparison.

“It’s just…” she shifted in her seat. “I have trouble when it comes to taking the step to sleep with someone when I have feelings for them,” she explained. “I have…ugh, I don’t know if I’d call it trauma, but my last relationship was totally fucked and I’m just terrified every single waking moment that if I have sex with Billy it’ll make things real and therefore something I could lose.” she shrugged, letting out a loud breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Cheryl was quiet, her lips pursed. “So…if you didn’t like Billy, you’d have no problem jumping into the backseat of his Camaro?” she asked, tilting her head.

“...It’s hard to say. I couldn’t really stand him when I first met him.”

Cheryl scoffed. “Like that matters. Billy can be a piece of shit, but he’s a piece of shit that fills his jeans out perfectly. I totally don’t believe that you didn’t think about it before whatever it was that got you two all cozy.”

Teddi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Cheryl, don’t take this the wrong way…but, you’re like, freakishly astute sometimes.”

Cheryl shrugged, picking at her nails. “Comes with the territory. You pick at people’s insecurities long enough and you get really good at seeing through everyone’s bullshit.”

“...Do you like picking at people?”

“Do you mean do I enjoy everyone thinking I’m a frigid, scary, bitch?” she asked with an overly sweet smile as she looked over at Teddi. Teddi made a face. “I don’t really plan on keeping in touch with anyone in Hawkins. And, maybe I could have been voted prom queen if I had been, like, a sweet little girl scout like Nancy Wheeler or Chrissy Cunningham…but, I was a frigid, scary, bitch and was still voted prom queen. So, it works for me.”

It never really occurred to Teddi that Cheryl’s attitude was simply a protective front. A way to survive high school and get the attention she craved. She definitely hadn’t assumed that Cheryl had at least some semblance of a conscience unlike Carol.

“Well,” Teddi glanced nervously over at Cheryl. “What about you? You’re not keeping in touch with anyone in Hawkins, does that mean you’re done dating?”

Cheryl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I don’t know. There’s, like…two guys our age that I haven’t dated in this shithole. And I’d rather eat shit than go anywhere near Harrington,” she scoffed. “He’s got the most annoying tone, you know? Like, he thinks he’s fucking Ferris Buller or something.” her nose scrunched up in disgust.

Teddi let out a snort. “Oookay, then who’s the other guy? What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know his name,” she said with a shrug. “He hung around Billy sometimes. Sold him pot, or whatever.”

Teddi’s eyes widened, looking quickly between Cheryl and the road. Cheryl seemed unimpressed by her reaction. “Eddie Munson?” Teddi asked. “You want to date Eddie Munson?”

Cheryl scoffed. “I never said I wanted to date him. I said he’s the last name on a short, shitty list.”

“Well, I could always put in a good word…I mean, he’ll probably think I’m fucking with him, but…” Teddi shook her head.

“No offense, but, I really don’t need your help getting a guy to go out with me,” Cheryl said. “Especially a guy like Eddie.”

Teddi raised an eyebrow. “Uh, none taken…I think?” she shook her head. “He really doesn’t seem like your type, is all I’m saying.”

“I don’t have a type,” Cheryl said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “At least, not anymore. Keith sorta-”

“Keith?” Teddi spat. “My Keith? My boss, Keith?”

Cheryl pursed her lips, shooting an annoyed glance Teddi’s way. “Yes. He made me laugh.”

Teddi realized then that she’d never heard Cheryl laugh before. “Cheryl, you are a mystery wrapped in an enigma.” she said with a laugh.

“I know,” Chery said with a flip of her hair.

When they arrived at Starcourt, Cheryl hopped out of the van, linking her arm with Teddi’s and practically dragging her inside. It was like she was on a mission. Like she’d been waiting her entire life to play dress up with Teddi. And if Teddi had been brave enough to ask, she had a feeling that probably wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

Cheryl pulled Teddi into the first store she saw, letting her go only so that she could grab items of clothing and drape them over her arm. “So, can I ask why you’re choosing to spend your birthday with two twelve year olds rather than alone with your hot boyfriend?” she asked, not bothering to look back at the way Teddi was nervously hovering behind her.

“Well, technically you did ask,” Cheryl shot her an unimpressed look. “Right. Uh…I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I wanted to. I like hanging out with them.”

“Or you could be using them to shield yourself from a night of steamy birthday sex.” Cheryl said simply.

Teddi winced. “You know, when you say it like that it makes me sound-”

“Batshit insane?” Cheryl asked. “Completely fucking stupid? Like a total wackjob?”

“Okay, Cheryl,” Teddi grumbled. “I get the picture.”

Cheryl smiled sweetly at her, taking the stack of clothes she’d picked out and shoving them at Teddi. “Go try these on,” she ordered. “And I wanna see that toned tush in everything,” she pointed a long, perfectly painted nail at her. “Don’t make me come in there, Larsson.”

Teddi raised her eyebrows. “...You think it’s toned?”

“I’ve actually been, like, dying to ask how you pull it off. Is it, like, Jane Fonda tapes or from all the swimming?” Cheryl shook her head. “We’ll talk about it later. Go,” she said, pushing Teddi towards the dressing room.

“You know what we should do after this?” Cheryl asked, not waiting for Teddi to answer. “We should go make Harrington give us free ice cream. You know, for your birthday and all.”

Teddi let out a snort as she shimmied out of her clothes. “Cheryl, I think I might be in love with you.”

“I get that a lot.”

—

“Does every movie you pick out have to be so…fucked, Teddi?” Billy asked, his arm around Teddi’s shoulders as they walked out of the movie theater and back into the mall.

“It’s a Wizard of Oz sequel!” she argued. “I thought it’d be kind of weird. I didn’t think it’d be so…”

“Totally haunting?” Max finished for her.

Teddi let out a huff like laugh. “Okay, so it was a little disturbing,” she agreed. “But, it was still good, right? We all enjoyed it,”she rolled her eyes when Billy and Max shared a look and let out a simultaneous ehhh. “You two are assholes. Wait here, okay? I’ve had to pee for like, half the movie.”

El mumbled in agreement, the two girls running off towards the bathroom. Billy let out a sigh, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Max kicked at the ground. “...Kinda surprised Neil never threatened to send us to a place like that,” she said finally. Billy raised an eyebrow. “You know, electroshock the rebellion out of us, or whatever.”

Billy let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Good thing that kinda thing’s not real, right?”

“It totally is.” Max said.

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious! El was in a place like that before Hopper adopted her. Her head was shaved and everything-”

Billy scoffed. “You’re lying. There’s no way. If she grew up in a place like that she’d be way more-”

Max rolled her eyes. “She’s tougher than she looks,” she tilted her head, watching Billy with that smug look that he hated so much. “She’s, like, the total opposite of you.” she teased.

Billy glared at her, opening his mouth to snap back.

“What are you two bickering about now?” Teddi asked with a sigh. Billy and Max turned to look at her and El, their expressions softening.

“I was telling Billy that you guys should get a dog,” Max lied. “A little one. You can name it Toto.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “We’re not getting a dog.”

“Yeah, that might not be a great idea,” Teddi agreed. Billy raised an eyebrow. “Billy already has fleas, anyways.” she teased. El and Max snickered beside her.

Billy rolled his eyes. “Funny. Can we get out of here?”

“You guys don’t wanna go see if I can get us more free birthday ice cream out of Steve?” she asked, looking between the three of them.

“We can’t!” El protested. Teddi frowned.

“She means that we’re having a sleepover at her place and it’s already getting late.” Max corrected, shooting her best friend a look. El nodded, smiling thinly.

Teddi looked at Billy who only shrugged. “Right. I guess Hop’s kind of a stickler about curfews, huh? We’ll drop you off, right?”

Billy grumbled. “Like I have a choice…”

The ride back to the cabin was uncharacteristically quiet. Teddi’s eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror, watching Max and El as they both looked out of the backseat windows silently. Had something happened when she’d been in the bathroom? Had Max and Billy gotten into a fight?

She looked over at Billy. He was chewing on his thumb nail, his left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. Something was definitely wrong. Billy noticed Teddi watching him, his tense shoulders relaxing and reaching out for her hand. She linked her fingers with his, her thumb rubbing comfortingly at his. She was so going to grill him after they dropped the girls off.

Hopper was smoking out on the porch when they finally pulled up to the cabin. Max and El both hurried out of the car, already up to the porch by the time Teddi had slid out of the passenger’s seat. “Hey, birthday girl. How was the movie?”

“It had...mixed reviews.” Teddi said with a small laugh.

Hopper smiled, flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the yard and nodding back into the cabin. “You guys wanna come in for a birthday Eggo triple layer extravaganza?”

Teddi looked back at Billy. He was already out of the Camaro, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he joined everyone on the porch. Teddi smiled and nodded, hurrying into the cabin after Max and El. Teddi barely had any time to take in the colorful decor that was hanging around the cabin before her friends were jumping up from their hiding places, loudly shouting surprise!

Teddi let out a surprised shout, falling back against Billy. Lucas, Will, Mike and Dustin were standing behind the couch while Steve and Robin were squished together in the doorway of El’s bedroom. Teddi’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “This is for me?” she finally asked.

“It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Mike asked, frowning when Will elbowed him in the side.

“You have no idea how hard it was to not say anything,” Max said, letting out a relieved breath. “Seriously,” she let out a snort. “You should see your face.”

“On it.” Dustin said, lifting his polaroid camera and snapping a picture of Teddi. She blinked at the bright light of the flash.

El tilted her head. “This was a good lie, wasn’t it?”

Teddi shook her head, a wide smile on her lips. “Yeah! Yes. Of course,” she looked around at the decorations, sniffing a little at the sight of the Happy Birthday Teddi banner that hung in the kitchen. “Sorry, I’m just…surprised. I totally wasn’t expecting this.”

“That’s the point of a surprise party.”

“Mike.” Will hissed.

Teddi turned to look at Hopper and Billy, who were both hovering awkwardly by the front door. Her eyes welled up with tears. Hopper smiled “Don’t look at me, kid. It was his idea,” he said, nodding to Billy. Billy winced.

“Your idea?” Teddi asked.

Billy scoffed. “It’s not that shocking, is it?” he grunted when Teddi hugged him tightly. He was still against her for a moment, the corner of his lips turning up as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Teddi sniffed against his shoulder. “Uh…those are happy tears, right?” She nodded.

Billy shifted awkwardly against her. “Harrington, little help here?”

Steve hurried over to the kitchen, throwing the freezer door open. “Look, Ted! We brought your favorites! Huh? Strawberry! And look, it’s an entire cake made of USS Butterscotch!”

“Yeah, we totally jacked them from work.” Robin added, nodding enthusiastically. “Which…I don’t think should technically be considered a crime if it’s for your friend’s birthday,” she said, shooting a nervous glance at Hopper. “And you know, Scoops Ahoy makes, like, millions of dollars, so it’s not like-”

“You can buy my silence for a slice of cake, how’s that?” Hopper said, shaking his head.

Steve and Robin both let out sighs of relief. “Cheap date, huh?” Steve said, the two snickering. Steve’s smile dropped when Hopper shot him a tired look. He cleared his throat. “...Sorry.’

Teddi let out a laugh, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “You guys are totally the best.”

“We know,” Lucas said with a smug grin. “Now, can we cut the cake and get down to business? Will brought a stack of board games and I’ve been owed a Clue rematch for three months.”

—

“Bye, guys! Thank you for the party!” Teddi called back to the cabin, waving at Hopper and El who were standing out on the porch. She slid into the Camaro, unable to hide her smile as she looked over at Billy.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why’re you looking at me like that, Larsson?”

Teddi shook her head, beckoning him closer. Billy let out a dramatic grumble, leaning in so Teddi could kiss him. “Billy Hargrove,” she sighed, her hand resting against his cheek. “I think I might be in love with you.”

There was only a beat of silence before Billy flashed a slow smile. It was a stark contrast from the way his heart was hammering in his chest. “Oh, yeah?” Teddi nodded. “Well, if you love me now just wait ‘til you see what I have planned at home.”

Teddi laughed, pulling away from him. “You mean there’s more?”

“Obviously,” he said, bringing the Camro’s roaring engine to life. “I haven’t given you your present yet.”

Teddi groaned. “You really didn’t have to get me anything, Billy.”

“Of course I did,” he rolled his eyes. “That’s how birthday’s work, Weird Girl. Cake, presents, Harrington getting into a screaming match with Henderson over Hungry, Hungry Hippos,” Teddi let out a snort. Billy cast a glance over at her before resting his hand on her thigh. “You know, maybe I should get Cheryl a present for picking that dress out.”

Teddi smiled, opening the denim jacket she’d borrowed from Billy to show her new dress off. “You like it, huh? I was worried it might be a little too much-”

Billy shook his head. “Definitely not. I’ve lost count of how many comments I’ve had to bite back about how great your tits look ‘cause of the…impressionable ears, or whatever it is you call the dorkettes.”

“Jesus, Billy,” Teddi laughed. “You’re such a romantic.” she snickered, falling against his shoulder.

Billy grinned, pulling his hand away from her thigh and wrapping his arm around her. “Oh, I’m all about the romance, baby.”

Teddi hummed. “You are in, like…a very Billy way,” she agreed. “The surprise party was really sweet.”

Billy didn’t say anything. He kissed her head, the two falling into a comfortable silence. Billy thought back to his conversation with Max outside of the theater. He shifted in his seat, shooting a glance over at Teddi. “So...Max told me that El was in one of those places? Like in the movie? Like a…mental hospital, or something?”

Teddi seemed surprised by the question. “Oh…uh, yeah. Hopper told me a little bit about it. She was there when he adopted her.”

“What asshole would stick her in a place like that? She’s a kid.”

Teddi shrugged. “Her dad, apparently,” Billy frowned as he looked down at her. “I know. I don’t know a lot about him. I don’t like asking El, because I don’t want to upset her, but the guy sounded nuts. He thought there were kids out there with super powers and he kinda pushed the idea onto her.”

Billy scoffed. “The guy thinks the X-men are real so she’s gotta be locked up and shocked? What a piece of shit…what happened to him? I mean, how come Hopper adopted her? The cops get involved or something?”

Teddi shifted uncomfortably. “Um…there was a fire or something at the hospital. He didn’t make it out, I guess.”

“...This was in Hawkins?”

“Maybe?” Teddi shook her head, her eyes trained on the road ahead of them. “I’m not sure.”

Billy knew it was a lie. She knew more than she was letting it on. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the two falling into a more uncomfortable silence the rest of the drive home. He wouldn’t push the subject tonight. It was her birthday after all. When they arrived at the apartment, Billy took Teddi’s hand, pulling her to the living room and mumbling for her to wait there.

He disappeared into his bedroom. Teddi could hear him rummaging around in his closet for what felt like forever until he finally returned with a brown package in his hands. He hovered awkwardly in front of her for a few moments before handing it over to her. “I’m not great at wrapping shit, so…”

Teddi smiled, shaking her head. “That’s okay.” she didn’t waste time ripping the brown paper bag free from the present waiting inside. Her eyes widened a little before she looked up at Billy. It was a copy of the Fellowship of the Ring. It was bound in a black, scaled, hardcover with golden lettering and detailing. Her fingers felt like they were tingling as she held it in her hands. She thought back to when she’d first moved to Hawkins. That day in the coffee shop when Billy had teased her for reading shit like Lord of the Rings while trying to convince her to watch Max so he could fuck Cheryl out at her spot by the lake.

Now there she was, wearing a dress that Cheryl had picked out for her, holding a brand new copy of her favorite book that Billy Hargrove of all people had gotten her for her birthday. She almost wanted to laugh.

Billy rubbed nervously at his neck. “You’re always reading that other one and it’s falling apart and I figured you’d be...upset or whatever if it did so….” he shifted awkwardly. “That’s why I missed El’s birthday. I’d been trying to track it down and that chick Mckenna said she’d save a copy for me…”

Teddi felt stupid. She’d made herself sick thinking Billy had been cheating on her after El had seen him with Mckenna. Now it all made sense.

“If you don’t like it-” Teddi set the book onto the coffee table, turning to Billy and shoving him down onto the couch. He grunted, looking up at her with a smirk. “Jesus, Larsson. You could just say thank you.”

“I am.” she said simply, crawling onto his lap and straddling him as she kissed him. Billy smiled against her lips, not wasting any time to lick into her mouth. Teddi groaned, grabbing fists full of his jacket. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding against his own chest.

His hands ran up her thighs and under her dress, squeezing her ass as she grinded down against him. “Shit,” he hissed, pulling away from her. “You’re not just teasing me again, are you Teddi?” he asked, resting his forehead against hers.

Teddi looked up at him, her eyes heavy and her lip gloss smudged against her swollen lips. She shook her head. “Not this time.” He didn’t need to hear anything else. Billy stood, his grip on her thighs almost bruising as he carried to her room. He kicked the door shut behind him.

Billy set her down, the pair kicking off their boots and tossing their jackets onto the floor. He grabbed her waist, pulling her against him and kissing her. His hands ran blindly against the fabric of her dress. “Where’s the damn zipper?” he muttered against her lips. “I’m about to rip the fucking thing off-”

“Don’t you dare,” Teddi scolded him before lifting her arm. “It’s on the side-”

Billy silenced her with another kiss. He freed the zipper, making quick work of pulling the dress over her head and tossing it onto the ground with their jackets. Teddi pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, her fingers fumbling to unbutton the rest of the buttons before letting it pool at his feet.

Billy tossed her back onto her bed, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the floor. The mattress dipped under his weight, Teddi’s eyes glued to the way the muscles in his shoulders moved as he crawled up her body. His hand ran across the underside of her leg, his lips started a trail of kisses that started from her shin and traveled painfully slowly up to her thigh.

If he was as nervous as Teddi, he wasn’t showing it. Billy was the total opposite of her. His hands didn’t shake. His breathing was even. He had a look in his eye that told Teddi he’d never felt more sure of anything in his entire life. Teddi couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“You okay there, Teddi Bear?” he asked, his hand rubbing her thigh soothingly. “Need me to tie you down?”

Teddi groaned out a laugh. “No. It’s just…been awhile…”

Billy only grinned up at her. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her down the bed so that he was hovering over her. “I ever tell you you’re cute when you’re nervous?” Teddi’s hands rested against his chest as he dipped down, leaving a slow kiss at the base of her neck.

“I’m not nervous,” she argued. Billy kissed her neck again. “I’m…anxious.” another kiss. “That- that’s different, right?”

Billy hummed against her skin, kissing her just below her jaw. “And how do you propose we fix that?” he asked lowly, his teeth pulling at her ear lobe.

“Um…” Teddi sighed, her eyes fluttering shut. Billy kissed her collarbone, his lips leading a trail down her chest, between the valley of her breasts and biting at the skin over her ribs. If she had been more coherent maybe she would have felt more embarrassed that he’d turned her brain to jello.

Billy looked up at Teddi; her eyebrows drawn together as she tried to think of any sort of response. “You gotta use your words, baby,” he mumbled against her skin. Teddi squirmed under him. “What’s the birthday girl want, huh?”he asked, his hand snaking down her stomach and into the waistband of her underwear.

“My hands?” his middle finger dipped inside her. The corner of his lips turned upwards at the way she moaned and clenched around his digit, grinding down against his hand, silently begging him for more. “Or maybe my mouth?” he asked, loving how Teddi arched against him when he ran his tongue across her nipple. A sharp, wonderful tingle ran up her spine when he bit at the skin around it.

Teddi wanted to cry. Call him an asshole. Satan, even. She wanted to tell him that she hated him. But her brain and her mouth weren’t cooperating. She could only let out a strangled sound as her hips rocked in an admittedly pathetic attempt at fucking herself with Billy’s finger. Billy drove her out of her mind during every other waking moment. She didn’t know why she expected sex to be any different.

“But, you know,” he hummed. “If I know you as well as I think you do, you probably want me to cut the shit and fuck you, huh, Teddi?”

“God, I hate you.” she finally managed to get out.

Billy laughed. “Hate me?” Teddi whined when his finger slipped out of her. He gripped her chin in his hand, his finger slick against her skin. “I thought you said you loved me,” he frowned down at her, titling his head. “Tell me what you want, Teddi. And I’ll give it to you.”

Teddi huffed, turning her head away in shame or annoyance, she wasn’t really sure. Billy’s grip on her chin tightened, forcing her to look at him. “...I want you to cut the shit and fuck me.” she finally admitted.

He grinned at her, Teddi’s stomach doing a flip as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against hers. “Tell me you love me first.” he bit out.

“I love you, Billy-” he kissed her. It was a hard, bruising kiss that made Teddi inhale sharply, her nails digging into the bare skin of his chest before falling limp against him. She reached down, blindly fumbling with his button and zipper to free him from his jeans.

Billy made her feel almost like a doll with the way he threw her legs open. While Teddi pushed his jeans down his hips, Billy pushed her underwear to the side, licking his lips when his eyes met her wet core.

Teddi gasped when he pushed inside of her. Finally. She clenched around him hard, Billy muttering out a fuck between gritted teeth. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Billy pulled her up from the mattress and flush against his body, the angle letting him slide just that much deeper before he started rocking into her.

Billy kissed her anywhere he could reach. Her chest, her shoulders, her neck. Teddi was sure that there would be bruises on her hip the next morning where he held her to him with a white knuckle grip. Her legs locked around his waist, her head lolling back. The friction of Billy’s chest rubbing against her breasts with each snap of his hips created a warm feeling in her chest that seemed to dull the hammering of her heart.

He went still against her suddenly. Billy rocked back onto his knees, his hands sliding under her thighs. “Look at me,” he said softly. Teddi groaned, her forehead falling against his shoulder. “I said, look at me, Teddi.” his voice a little more venomous now.

She pulled away, blinking up at him. Billy took in the way her big, green, blurry eyes looked back at him. The way she clenched and squirmed around him, silently begging him to keep moving. The way her skin felt so soft and warm against his. He had to commit every moment of this to memory.

“Say it again.”

Teddi let out a breathy laugh, smiling as her fingers wove through his hair and kissed him. “I love you, Billy.” she repeated.

Billy let out an uneasy breath. He leaned in, nuzzling against Teddi’s neck. “Fuck, I love you.” he mumbled against her skin. Teddi smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Billy patted her thigh, rocking up into her. He groaned into her neck when her hips rolled down against him to meet his thrust.

Teddi’s breathing was becoming more uneven. Her forehead met Billy’s, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tried to keep the roll of her hips from becoming too messy. Billy could feel the way her muscles were coiling tightly around him. He reached down between them, his fingers rubbing slow circles against her clit.

Her hips were grinding down against him now. Teddi cursed under her breath, her eyes screwing shut. Her jaw dropped open, her body twitching and pathetically rocking against Billy as she came. Billy layed her back down onto the bed, his hands pinning her hips to the mattress. His hips snapped roughly against her as he helped her ride out her orgasm while chasing his own.

Teddi reached up, her hand cupping Billy’s cheek. Her thumb rubbed lovingly at his skin, Billy shutting his eyes and leaning into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. He reached up, his fingers linking with hers, pulling her hand from him and kissing the inside of her wrist. His hips stuttered just slightly before he spilled inside her, groaning against her skin.

They stayed like that for a moment before Billy finally looked down at Teddi. He knew she was chewing on her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling. He let out a short laugh, pulling out of her with a grunt and laying on his back beside her. They were quiet as they looked up at the glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling.

“...This better not result in another surprise gift in nine months.” Teddi finally said.

Billy snorted, smirking at the idea and looking over at her. “No? It’d definitely be like us, not doing shit in proper order.”

Teddi made a face. He definitely had a point there. “We should at least go out on a date before we bring kids into the picture.”

He grinned at her. “You asking me out, Larsson?” he asked, his arm snaking around her waist. “You better be taking me somewhere nice.” he teased.

“Maybe I am,” Teddi smiled. “We could see Day of the Dead. Maybe try the new pizza place at the mall.”

Billy nodded. “No pineapple, though.”

Teddi rolled her eyes. “Fine. No pineapple this time.”

“Then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow night.”

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